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sinnaminsuga · 2 months

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𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖆𝖉𝖏𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙 - sub!hyunjin x sub!reader x dom!chan

wc: 2,804

cw: hyunjin is a slut, so is the reader, chan likes it that way. SMUT MDNI.

synopsis: while shooting the red lights mv chan noticed something about hyunjin and now he's got a theory he wants to test, he just needs your help.

a/n: was literally plagued with visions of overstimulating hyunjin and making him cry soooo this is what i ended up with. oops. also if there are any spelling errors pls don't tell me bc ive read this trash so many times trying to work it all out and if i have to re-read it again i might go blind.

sw: dirty talk, daddy kink, unprotected sex (pls be smarter than that), bondage, threesome, some gay shit, breeding, blowjobs, lingerie, deepthroating, general toughness, waxing poetic about hyunjins beautiful face. idk probably more but im bad at this shit.

hwang hyunjin is beautiful. its a well documented fact, no ifs ands or buts about it. he has the kind of face ancient civilizations would have gone to war for. old world dynasties would have been reduced to rubble over a face like his. hwang hyunjin is the kind of beautiful where it almost hurts to look at him. it makes you question your belief in a higher power because, how could there possibly be any room for debate on if there is a God when there is simply no other reasonable explanation for how a devine creature like him came to exist on this earth? so with all that being said, there's no way he could get any more beautiful. or so you thought.

it had always been your assumption that there was no possible way he could look any more stunning than he naturally does; but your mind was changed the minute you saw the lithe expanses of his smooth milky skin held captive by blood red ropes. you felt an astounding amount of pride as your eyes bore witness to his soft flesh being pulled tight by the coarse material; the blood under his skin rushing to the surface where the ropes were knotted artfully over his collarbone, across his abdomen, splayed over his pelvis, looped around his upper thighs and finally circling the base of his dick. and you had worked hard to make sure the knots around his wrists and ankles were comfortable yet sturdy before attaching them to each bedpost.

you had taken your instructions very seriously, as the man giving them to you from edge of the bed, wouldn't allow any of this to continue if either of you were to disobey his direct orders, and dear god you would rather die than see this endeavor be cut short.

you admired your handiwork a bit more before the rumbling of a particular voice hit your ears.

“how do you feel baby? is this what you wanted? y/n did a good job huh? you look so pretty.” chan spoke softly to hyunjin, absentmindedly petting his head. hyunjin looked up at his leader and nodded, unsure if he could speak without whining as the ropes pulled across his body with every move.

“yeah i knew you'd like this. the whole time we were shooting “red lights” i saw you ya know? the way your breathing got shallow when the staff chained you up. the way your eyes glazed over when they gave you instructions to pull against your restraints. god, standing above you on that bed, watching you writhe below me was a sight to see. my good boy just wanted to be tied up and used huh?” chan said to him, his finger hooked under hyunjin's chin forcing his head up to look him in the eyes. a whimper forced its way out of him as his hips instinctually bucked and the the sensation of the ropes took over.

you couldn't drag your eyes away from his lower body. the sharp angle of his hipbones jutting up to the ceiling as his cock drooled uncontrollably, the fluid flowing from his tip dribbling down to darken the rope wrapped snugly around the base of him. without even thinking you reached out and wrapped your hand around his shaft, you were just so overwhelmed with the desire to touch him. the feeling was unexpected and the sound that punched its way out of hyunjin's chest was glorious. his body attempted to curl in on itself but the ropes kept him firmly in place. you watched the range of emotions flicker over his face in rapid succession; surprise at your initial touch, pleasure from finally being granted a little stimulation, sensitivity from being denied his pleasure for so long, shock when he remembered the restraints keeping him spread open, frustration at not being able to move, and finally acceptance as he gave in to the languid stroking you were doing. he continued to toss as the pleasure took over, thrashing wildly against the mattress and moaning into the pillow.

hyunjin's noises were reduced to whimpers as chan’s hand squeezed around his jaw, directing hyunjin to look him in the eyes. “shhh baby boy, y/n is gonna make you feel good okay? you'll let her do that, won’t you? you'll lay there and take what i let her give you, understood? words please, jinnie.” chan cooed. “yes daddy. i'll be good for you, for her too i promise. i'll be your perfect boy just like always, i promise, please! god just please keep touching me!” hyunjin choked out, making chan grin. he leapt up from where he was perched on the edge of the bed and rounded the corner until he was standing behind you. you repressed a shudder as chan’s hand slid up your back, tracing over your spine and occasionally tripping over the straps of the lingerie set you were wearing. his hand glided up into your hair with ease until his palm cradled the base of your skull, then suddenly he locked his fingers to grab your hair firmly by the roots and pulled you upright so your back was against his chest as he angled your head to the left exposing the expanse of your neck. the suddenness of his movements caused you to lose your grip on hyunjin’s dick and he cried out from the loss of contact, his hips frantically bucking into the air in a fruitless attempt to find friction.

chan hummed as his lips made contact with the skin of your neck and continued as he licked, nipped, and sucked at your flesh. he hooked his chin over your shoulder as his right hand charted a course down your abdomen to the apex of your thighs where the pads of his thick fingers rubbed over your damp slit. when you could finally manage to pry your lids open, you locked eyes with hyunjin. he was practically panting watching chan devour your throat and palm your pussy. “so pretty y/n, y’look so pretty. like a dream. want to paint you one day, just like that.” he whispered. hyunjin's words and gaze coupled with chan's wandering hands and skilled mouth were almost enough to send you over the edge.

“now here’s what's next my loves. y/n, you're going to get on your knees, lean down on your elbows and suck hyunjin's pretty dick right into the back of your throat okay? i want you to take him as far as you can, and quickly. do not stop until i tell you to. not if he begs, not if he cries, not if he screams. got it?” you nodded as well as you could with his left hand still in your hair. chan released you and you quickly got into the position he had described, gently grabbing hold of hyunjin's cock. “i’m sorry jinnie, but you know i have to.” you quipped right before you took him into your mouth and as far into your throat as you could manage. the garbled noise that ripped its way out of hyunjin's throat threw you into over drive as you bobbed your head and sucked him like your life depended on it. he was groaning deeply and his limbs were flailing the best they could in his current predicament. his back arched up off the mattress so beautifully you wished chan would take a photo.

“fuck, fuck, FUCK. jesus chri- oh my god! y/n, sweetheart slow down- PLEASE! oh fuck i can- i can feel- fucking fuck. i can feel your throat squeezing me so tight!” hyunjin wailed throwing his head back, the veins in his neck becoming more prominent as he grit his teeth.

suddenly chan’s hand made its way to your pussy again and you gasped around the thickness embedded in your throat causing hyunjin to hiss.

“crotchless panties angel? so proud of you. always so prepared for daddy huh? know just what i like.” chan muttered from behind you. you heard the telltale jingle of his belt being opened and the zipper being lowered on his jeans. he had already removed his shirt earlier so he was naked quickly, and he wasted no time before rubbing the head of his dick along your weeping folds.

“now i'm going to fuck you nice and deep the way you like and i want you to keep sucking my good boy okay?” chan said but before you could respond he shoved himself into you in one swift thrust. chan was not small in girth or length for that matter but the stretch you felt every time he fucked you open was delicious. you couldn't help but moan around the cock in your mouth which in turn caused hyunjin to scream at the unexpected vibration. chan’s laugh that followed was dark and proud, thrilled that he held so much power and that you both let him use it.

“fuuuuck sweet girl this cunt is always so fucking tight huh? doesn't matter how many times i fuck you or let someone else fuck you, you always snap right back. god i love being inside you.” chan growled as his hands gripped your hips and held you steady as he pummeled his way in and out of your slippery hole. the whole time he was fucking you, you were being forced onto hyunjin's cock as well, every moan muffled by the thickness battering your throat.

“hyunjin is y/n a good cocksucker? hmm? you think? you think she's better than you were?” chan taunted him as he drove himself inside you over and over again. “remember when we had our first one on one meeting? just me and you alone in the studio? i said 'hyunjin if you really are serious and want to stay in this group i need one thing from you’ do you remember that? i do.” you could hear the grin in his voice even if you couldn't see him. hyunjin groaned and mumbled what sounded like a yes. “i also remember how fast you sank to your knees and scrambled to try and open my belt. you thought i wanted you to suck me off to stay in the band. and you were so willing to give me whatever i wanted. all i was going to ask you for was your loyalty and your honesty in all things. but you offered up that pretty mouth quick as a bitch and who was i to say no?” chan laughed at the memory as he threw a foot up onto the bed to change the angle he was fucking into you from so he was now nailing your gspot on every thrust.

“y-yes i remember. ‘course i do. i knew w-what you were gonna ask me because felix told me beforehand what you were going to ask, what you asked a-all of them. i just- fuck yes keep sucking y/n im so close. i jus’ wanted you so bad i thought if i tried and y-you didn't want me back it would just be an easily brushed off m-misunderstanding.” hyunjin whined, his hands balled up into fists, knuckles white.

“y/n suck him dry. now.” chan ordered and you sucked harder pulling a squeal out of hyunjin. “go on sweet boy. go ahead and cum. you earned it.” chan encouraged as he delivered a heavy smack to your ass. your muffled yelp was the final straw and hyunjin came hard into your mouth, his body attempting to lurch off the bed. you swallowed everything down and pulled off of him, replacing your mouth with your hand. as chan continued to ram into you, you mirrored his thrusts with the fist wrapped tightly around hyunjin's still hard cock.

“stop stop stop please! god please i can- i can't take it! it's too sensitive please!” hyunjin cried. “yes you can baby. you can take it. trust me.” chan cooed. feeling bold you leaned forward once again and sucked hyunjin's tip harshly while lashing the tip of your tongue over his slit.

“FUCK! no no no no it's too m- too much. stop stop stop!” hyunjin continued to wail. he was begging you to relent but he also didn't use his safeword so you knew he didnt really want it to stop. the sound was like music to chan's ears and the rhythmic clenching of your cunt around him propelled him quickly toward his own orgasm.

“i'm gonna cum in you okay baby? gonna breed this pretty pussy, stuff it full of my cum. that what you want? yeah it is isn't it?” chan rambled and you moaned out a “yes please daddy” right before he exploded inside you. your hand around hyunjin never stopped moving and he was crying now. big fat tears rolling down his cheeks from the overstimulation.

chan pulled out of you and watched your hole flutter, pushing out his seed. he murmured a string of praises as he watched the glistening fluid drip out of you. you looked over your shoulder at him, jutting your lower lip out.

“daddy i didn't get to cum yet. can i?” you asked.

“go ahead baby. make yourself cum.” chan said with a wave of his hand and an evil grin etched on his face. you grinned right back before scrambling up hyunjin's body and straddling him.

“wh-what are you doing? oh...oh no. no no no. please it's so sensitive it's so so sensitive y/n i can't!” hyunjin hiccuped, tears still flowing. you leaned forward and ran your tongue up his cheek, lapping up the briny liquid seeping from his eyes. then you whispered “oh jinnie, don't you want me to feel good too? i worked so hard after all.” you reached behind you and positioned his tip at your entrance before effortlessly sliding down onto him. you moaned as he filled you and he once again thrashed against the ropes wrapped around him. you started to ride him in earnest, aching for your own release at this point. the man beneath you was mumbling incoherently about how good your pussy feels and how badly he wants to come again. chan sauntered over and perched next to hyunjin again, reaching out to pet his head and pepper his face with kisses.

“i’m gonna cum, fuck i'm gonna cum!” you cried as you worked yourself over hyunjin’s dick and used one hand to furiously rub your clit.

“daddy shes squeezing me so hard i don't think i ca- can get out. can i cum inside?” hyunjin pleaded with chan. “of course you can baby, right sweetheart? you want jinnie’s cum inside you don't you?” you just nodded in response. “my girl loves to be creampied you never have to ask. just go ahead baby boy.” chan explained. you drove yourself down onto hyunjin twice more and then you were cumming, mouth dropping open as your inner walls milked him for all he was worth. hyunjin spasmed beneath you as he came and came and came inside you. he wasn't speaking anymore, just making these stunted little sounds as his body shook with the aftershocks of his second orgasm.

chan had begun to untie the ropes as you slowly lifted yourself off of hyunjin. you whispered praise to him as he has hummed, completely fucked out and boneless beneath you.

“shhh it's okay sweetheart. you did so good for us baby. we’re gonna put you to bed now okay?” chan murmured to the man shaking in the bed. hyunjin managed to croak out an “uh-huh” in response. you grabbed a bottle of lotion from nearby and began to work it into the reddened skin all over him where the ropes had been, while chan wiped down hyunjin's groin with a warm cloth. you hummed a tune you knew hyunjin loved and his eyes fluttered shut, a tiny smile making its way to his face.

after everything was put away and the room was right again, chan crawled into the bed to spoon hyunjin’s half asleep form while you crawled in the other side to press yourself to hyunjin's still somewhat heaving chest. you pulled the blanket up high and tucked yourself into his warm skin and he wound an arm around your waist. chan's hand rested on hyunjin's hip, squeezing the flesh there every so often.

being here felt so right, so natural, so easy. loving these two was as easy as breathing. you couldn't believe it had taken this long to get here but now that you had, you weren't letting them go. before your eyes fell closed you heard the sound of chan's lips kissing along hyunjin's shoulder before he whispered “rest now my loves. because i have big plans for you tomorrow.”

THE END

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flametrashira · 7 months

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Gentle domming post war levi? 👀

yes oh my god yes

(Smiley Levi because he gives me cute aggression and there are no post war Levi gifs.)

All he Needs

Content guidance: NSFW. Sub Pot War Levi x Soft Dom F!Reader. Mentions of scars and old injuries. Levi approximately in his 40s. Good boy and pretty boy used as petnames. Creampie.

“Ohh… fuck…” Levi sucks in a breath, hands twisting the bed sheet as you graze your teeth over the mound of his hip bone.

His hips have always been so sensitive, kissing them a surefire way to get him hard. Years ago they would have lifted off the bed toward you but old injuries limit his mobility. Now he can only lie there, the muscles in his lower belly twitching and fluttering, panting breaths shivering as you lavish his body with kisses.

God, this man. His body, his heart. He's been through and suffered so damn much he can barely take the tenderness you give him.

You kiss a trail from his hip to the curve of his waist, worshiping every scarred inch of him with your lips.

“You’re so beautiful, Levi.”

"Ohh!" He gasps and squirms as your tongue follows the ridges of his ribcage to circle around his nipple. "Oh, fuh-uh-uh-ck."

He's so receptive to your touch; this battle-scarred, certified tough guy who falls apart at just a feathery caress. Pleasuring him is addictive and rewarding in itself.

Your core clenches as he throws an arm over his eyes and moans while you suck his nipple. "That feel good?"

"Yeah~" He opens his mouth to speak again, but all that escapes is a breathless, choked groan.

When he's really turned on like this he blushes all the way down to his navel and his toes curl. It's such a beautiful sight.

He has never been one for vanity, but you know sometimes the old wounds bother him. Not just because his legs can't hold him for more than a few steps or the constant ache in his mended bones. But also because the face that looks back at him in the mirror– with its scars and cloudy white eye, the gray hair, the creases– sometimes startles him. So you let him know as often as you can that you're fucking crazy about him.

More so than ever, in fact.

Levi’s charm has always been a sort of haunted, poetic beauty, but now that the fighting’s done, he’s older, fuller, somehow even more handsome than before. And yes, he’s scarred outside and in, but scars are as much about healing as they are reminders of wounds. He’s safe. For the first time in his life he’s comfortable. He’s happy and so, so loved. And he knows it. He knows you worship the damn ground he walks on.

You reach down and swipe your thumb through the slick pre-cum leaking from his cock. "I wish you could see yourself right now, Levi. You're so damn pretty."

Trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses back down his abdomen, you hold his gaze. A guttural groan escapes him as you lick the v-shaped line sloping down his hips.

His throat flexes around his desperate gasps as he puts his head back against the pillow. “… please…I wanna cum…”

"Of course, darling. Just tell me how you want me to do it. Should I fuck you, or do you want me to suck your pretty cock?"

Giving him the choice buys you more time to keep on teasing him. You know it'll be a while before he decides between your pussy or your mouth; both drive him wild. Gone are the days where he could go for multiple rounds– Levi comes once, and he comes hard.

He groans as you kiss your way back up his belly and his chest, your lips caressing the softer edges of his body, no longer defined by battle and hardship. You worship every scar, every soft curve, every inch.

"So, so beautiful," you assure him as your trail of kisses leads you to his throat. Lapping at his Adam's apple earns you a deep, desperate groan which vibrates against your tongue. "So what'll it be, baby boy?"

His eyes snap open at that and he lets out a breathy whimper before clawing back enough composure to answer. "God, fuck me… please…"

"There you go, all you needed to do was ask."

He's trembling as you straddle his narrow hips, caging his face with your arms as you lean forward and kiss him. The kiss is slow, deep, letting him know just how precious he is to you. And it leaves him breathless, his ears nearly scarlet as he gazes up at you with lust-drunk, half-lidded eyes.

What little movement he has with his hips is spent trying to brush his dick against you, desperate for any kind of stimulation. You don’t make him wait long, hesitating only to kiss the sharp line of his jaw before you angle your hips to take just the very tip of him.

“Oh god, fuck fffuck…” Levi hisses, throwing back his head to expose more of his throat to your lips. “You feel so good… so good… more… please…”

You lower yourself a little more, taking him a little deeper. You’re so turned on there’s no resistance, your pussy soaked without him laying a single finger on you. “Do you feel how wet I am?”

“Mmhhh… yeah…”

“That’s how much you turn me on.” You start to ride him slowly, barely moving your hips, keeping your body pressed to his, just how he likes it. No space between you, as close as you can possibly be. “You gonna make me cum, huh? Do you want me to cum all over your cock?”

“Yeah,” he growls, slipping his right hand between your bodies to stroke your swollen clit with his remaining fingers. He chokes out a cry as your pussy responds to his touch, clenching around his cock. He’s always been good with his fingers, and losing a couple hasn’t changed that. He still has two, and that’s all he needs.

The pleasure in your core tightens as he skillfully gets you off, your teeth grazing his lower lip as your pleasure builds in sync. You breathe the same air, hot and heavy, filled with your gasps and moans.

“You’re… so… good, Levi.”

“Shit…” His cock throbs inside you as you praise him. “Not gonna last…” he gasps, screwing his eyes shut as his fingers curl around yours. “Gonna… cum…”

“Me too. Let me feel you cum, pretty boy.”

That’s all it takes.

He snaps his jaw shut, growling through his teeth as his cock pulses inside you. “Fuckfuckfuckfuuuuckk… oh fuck, baby.” His fingers squeeze yours with ferocious intensity, a remnant of that preternatural Ackerman strength. The sinews in his neck strain as he grinds out, “I’m cumming, I’m c-umm-ing… fuuucck…”

You’re right behind him, your pussy milking his cock as throbbing pleasure rocks through you. He crushes his lips to yours, his muffled cries humming in your throat; his kiss sloppy and feral before he pulls back and just breathes you in. You ride the waves of your orgasms together, his forehead pressed to yours, his fingers stroking the back of your hand.

His growls turn to hiccups of laughter as he comes back down to earth, pulling you down to his lips once more where he kisses you gently between smiles. “Thank you.”

“Was that good?”

“It was incredible. You’re incredible.” He releases a shaking breath. “Fuck.”

“Let me get you cleaned up, yeah?”

He nods, pursing his lips to push out a breath. “Yeah…”

As much as he loves to fuck you, he adores what comes after; the comfort and security of your consideration, the warmth of the washcloth on his cock and thighs, the gentle kisses you place on his cheeks as you hold him, stroking his hair as he lays his head on your chest and your breaths fall in sync.

It’s all he could ever ask for, and everything he never thought to. He’s safe, adored, and happy. With you.

#levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi aot #sub!levi #soft dom reader #good boy #dom!reader #attack on titan levi #captain levi #aot levi #levi attack on titan #levi ackerman x female reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi x y/n #levi x you #captain levi x reader

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yanderestarangel · 4 months

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HEADKANONS MK1 | DOM!TOMAS VRBADA - SMUT EDITION

☆🧸TW: ftm reader, daddykink, v!sex, facesitting, fingering, masturbation, aggressive sex, husband x husband, afab anatomy, nicknames, praise, degradation, hard!dom tomas, punishment, oral (f!re), blowjob, breeding, size kink.

☆🧸A/N: I just love the 'dom!tomas' concept seriously- he looks so good being tough. Anyway, I hope you like it! and please tag me in the fanfic if you write it I would love to read it! (all of you who make ftm x mk mens fics or blogs, please tag me, I'm tired of reading my own fics)

♡dom!tomas vrbada - He loves to fuck you when he arrives tired from a mission, he just wants to take out all the tiredness and stress on you on your fragile and small body compared to the generous build of his muscles. Smoke doesn't wait for you to process what's happening, just holding you tightly between his thighs, making your knees burn from the hardness of the wooden floor - he would soon take his fat, elongated dick out of his pants, his shaft was tipped red , begging for some tight hole in your body and that time it would be your little mouth.

His blue eyes never leave yours, filled with lust and desire, watching how you struggle to swallow the length of his dick, seeing how wet your lips are while they glide up and down his shaft, "-Oh... fucking hell!- my baby is such a horny little slut..." Tomas whispers hoarsely, unable to hide his happiness as he watches you give him head, enjoying each movement, every sensation it brings, "-That's it, baby boy- Take it well for daddy" he praised, his voice hoarse with desire.

"-You're taking my cock like a natural born whore." He soon forces your head even further onto his thick member, making you choke and cry on his dick, he will love the view, seeing your husband totally at his mercy - especially when he sees your pussy dripping on the floor, you were a good boy so he knew you were going to make him cum first, even if he was extremely rough and left your throat hurting - or rubbed his cock on your face, cumming right away and painting you white, telling you that you look beautiful like a whore in heat.

♡dom!tomas vrbada - He'll fuck you roughly if he knows you're going to make him jealous on purpose, placing you on any hard enough surface and spreading your thighs, giving painful and assertive slaps to your pussy - using his thumb to apply enough force to make you cum. writhe beneath him. "-Say it whore," he demanded harshly, his cock digging into your tight hole as he thrusts into you relentlessly.

"-Tell me you're sorry for making me jealous." In a display of dominance, he forcefully laid you down on the kitchen table, your body exposed and vulnerable on the cold surface. He teased his dick at the entrance of your wet pussy, testing your resolve. With a tight grip on your breast, he applied just enough pressure to assert his control. "-Tell me who owns this pussy. Say it boy!"

Tomas would slap your ass so hard, while he hit your cunt with all his force with his hips, his balls threatened to leave your sensitive flesh sore and raw, the drops of his sweat fell and stained your skin, while you watched the veins on his forehead, neck and even arms stood out with pure desire and anger, he was so dominant, he was tired of being the good ninja of the Lin Kuei clan... Tomas just wanted to be the horny man he truly was, and everything would be taken out on you. "-You will learn your place, little dirty slut-."

♡dom!tomas vrbada - He overstimulates you to the maximum, using everything he can - fingers, oral, telling you to rub your pussy on his thigh, telling you to sit for hours on his face, using his tongue to stick it in your wet little hole; or even in extreme cases, punish you by forcing you to touch yourself in front of him, while he also masturbated, without touching you directly.

Tomas would just speak orders in a hoarse voice while he masturbated practically in your face, sometimes sliding his dick into your soft lips - smearing you with wet, salty cum - He continued to masturbate himself, watching intently as you obeyed him, your fingers working quickly to pleasure yourself. His words and movements were calculated to increase your arousal, to make you squirm and write beneath him. Your fingers found their way deep inside your wet pussy, seeking out your sensitive spots while he watched hungrily.

"-That's my good boy... You're so beautiful like this baby- oh fuck! So fucking gorgeous when you're begging for my touch. So goddamn tight around nothing but your own little fingers-" As you neared the edge of orgasm, he stopped abruptly, leaving you hanging on the brink of ecstasy. "-Not yet," he growled, his voice filled with dominance and power. "-I decide when you cum, not you brat. Show me just how much you crave my approval."

♡dom!tomas vrbada - Who isn't satisfied until he fills you with his warm cum, all right inside your womb. Tomas wants his husband to look beautiful and very submissive, especially when you moan so beautifully while he cums hard in your cunt, filling you over and over again with his cum.

He would tell you how much he wanted to fill you, how much he needed to have you as his pretty boy, carrying his children - especially every time he lost control when he saw his cock bulging in your uterus, he could feel and see the own thick and large member coming out and entering your uterus.

"-Fuck look at this little pussy- oh fuck- I'm going to destroy you little prince." He moaned loudly, as he emptied another jet of cum into your pussy for the third time, putting two fingers in so as not to leak anything. "-Be a good boy and take everything, you'll be a beautiful father... And I hope you get pregnant now... Because otherwise I'll spend the rest of the day fucking you."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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soulofapatrick · 4 months

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Falling Into You - Stiles Stilinski x Female Reader

Summary: you and stiles finally give into your unknown crush on each other

Words: 2.6K

Warning: Heated makeout session; if you squint there's dry humping

Y/N’s POV

Living with Stiles has been far from boring. Ever since my dad was killed and my younger brother - Isaac - went to live with Derek, Sheriff Noah Stilinski graciously opened his home to me. That meant living with Stiles too, and let me tell you, it has been anything but dull. Stiles has this knack for turning even the most mundane day into a storytelling session filled with the antics he and Scott get up to.

I’ve grown to love it here. The Stilinski house is like a second home, and the sheriff is like a second dad to me. He’s been incredibly supportive, especially during the tough times. And then there’s Stiles. He’s… well, he’s Stiles. Quirky, witty and always wearing that mischievous grin.

Lately, though, something’s shifted. I’ve caught myself stealing glances at Stiles when he’s not looking. His passion for solving mysteries, his loyalty to his friends—there’s something undeniably endearing about him. Maybe it’s the way he cares for everyone around him, or the way he throws himself into every insane situation without hesitation. But it's more than that. There's a warmth in his laughter, a genuineness in his concern, that makes my heart flutter a bit faster. And as much as I try to ignore it, I can't deny that a crush has been slowly blossoming.

Living under the same roof, it’s hard to keep these feelings under wraps. I find myself wanting to spend more time around him, hoping for moments where it’s just the two of us, away from the chaotic everyday that is Beacon Hills. Yet, I’m also terrified. What if he doesn’t feel the same way? What if it ruins our friendship or makes things awkward while living with him?

Stiles is currently sat cross legged on my bed, looking so engrossed in whatever supernatural mystery he's delving into. His dedication is admirable, even if it means sacrificing proper posture for the sake of research. I can't help but steal glances at him every now and then, admiring the furrow in his brow as he concentrates.

I wish I could tell him how I feel. But the fear of ruining what we currently have, the fear of changing the dynamic between us, it’s suffocating. So instead, I go back to focusing on my assignment, the words blurring on the page as my thought drift back to him.

The room is quiet except for the clicking of keys and the occasional muttered comment from Stiles. As I sit at my desk, trying to concentrate on the assignment in front of me, my mind wandering again—this time an entirely different scenario and it’s one that feels both exhilarating and terrifying.

I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to set aside the fear and uncertainty, to sit next to Stiles and lean in, closing the distance between us. What would it be like to press my lips against Stiles’? Would they be as soft as they look, as warm as his laugh? My heart races at the mere thought, a flurry of emotions dancing within me.

I picture the moment vividly: closing the space between us, feeling the warmth of his breath mingling with mine, and the anticipation before our lips meet. I imagine his hands, tentative yet steady, finding their place on my skin, maybe on the curve of my cheek or the small of my back. How would it feel to have his touch ignite a thousand sparks, to feel the electricity between us?

There’s a mix of longing and hesitation, the desire to experience that connection, yet the fear of disrupting the comfortable equilibrium we've found in our friendship. But in my mind's eye, it's a beautiful chaos—a leap into the unknown, a chance to explore something deeper, something that might exist beyond our late-night conversations and shared moments.

Before I can continue imagining me and Stiles the said boy breaks my thoughts, “Hey Y/N! Come here,” He speaks, excitement in his voice but his eyes never once leaving the screen.

I force myself out of the reverie, blinking away the vivid daydreams as Stiles called out to me. His excitement is palpable, contagious even, and I push aside the rush of emotions to focus on the present.

I rise from my chair, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and nervousness as I make my way to where Stiles is seated. He’s still hunched over the laptop, his attention entirely captured by the screen. With a careful step, I settle on the bed behind him, leaning over him enough to rest my chin on his shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of what’s got him so intrigued.

His warmth seeps through the fabric of his shirt, radiating against my chest, a sensation I try desperately to ignore. The scent that envelopes me—a blend of old books, faint traces of motor oil and a lingering hint of coffee—should be distracting, but it’s oddly comforting. It’s quintessentially Stiles, a unique combination that feels inexplicably familiar and reassuring.

I glance at the screen, feigning interest in whatever supernatural phenomenon has grabbed his attention. But truthfully, my focus wavers between trying to understand what he’s showing me and the proximity between us. His presence feels magnetic, drawing me in, yet I fight the urge to let my thoughts drift into forbidden territory.

“Look at this,” He exclaims, pointing to a section on the screen. His enthusiasm is infectious, and for a moment, I forget the inner turmoil, getting lost in his excitement.

Stiles is engrossed in explaining something on the screen, his energy palpable. I try my best to keep up, nodding along as he talks, but the proximity between us amplifies every emotion within me.

Suddenly, he turns his head, excitement lighting up his russet eyes as he tries to make a point. His words trail off mid-sentence, and in that suspended moment, our faces are unexpected close. I feel his breath, warm against my skin, a sensation that sends a shiver down my spine.

As if in slow motion, I notice every tiny detail—the freckles scattered across his pale skin, the way his eyes dart down to my lips for the briefest moment before meeting my gaze again. My breath catches in my throat, and I’m sure he can heart the erratic beat of my heart. There's a shift in the air, an unspoken tension that crackles between us. His cheeks flush with colour, a shade of red that matches the intensity of my own emotions. I can't tear my gaze away from him, from the way his eyes flicker between mine and the way his lips part, as if searching for words that elude him.

For a moment, time seems suspended, our silent exchange speaking volumes. I feel a surge of courage and vulnerability intertwine within me, a silent plea for something more, a leap into the unknown.

But just as quickly as the moment arrives, it slips away. Stiles blinks, breaking the trance, and clears his throat, shifting slightly away. "Um, sorry, got carried away there," he stammers, his voice a tad higher than usual.

The air feels charged with an awkward tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken words. I try to ease the discomfort by standing up, intending to head back to my desk and salvage what’s left of our usual camaraderie. But before I can even take a step, Stiles’ hand shoots out, wrapped around my wrist in a swift motion that catches me off guard.

Caught off guard by the sudden proximity, I stumble and practically find myself in Stiles's lap. His warmth envelopes me, and for a moment, our heartbeats synchronise in a chaotic rhythm that seems to echo the unspoken emotions between us.

Stiles’ eyes lock onto mine, a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability swirling within their depths. His tongue darts out to wet his pretty pink lips, a nervous gesture that betrays the intensity of the moment. Before I can fully comprehend what’s happening, his hand finds the back of my neck, drawing me closer.

In that heartbeat before our lips meet, the world around us seems to still. His touch sends a surge of electricity through me, igniting a fire that I didn’t know was simmering within. And then, finally, our lips touch in a kiss that feels both anticipated and inevitable.

As our embrace intensifies, the laptop becomes a mere afterthought, pushed aside to make way for the burgeoning heat between us. Stiles's movements are deliberate, his hands finding my hips with a confident touch, guiding me to straddle his lap as our bodies mold together.

The kiss deepens, the connection between us sparking a newfound intensity. Stiles’ hands, warm against my skin, slip under the fabric of my teeshirt, sending shivers cascading down my spine. His touch is electric, fingers tracing patterns along my hips, a gentle yet possessive hold that ignites a fire within me. I tangle my fingers in his messy hair, feeling the soft strands between my fingertips as I tilt his head back slightly, deepening the kiss. There’s a dominance in his action, a confidence that surprises me but also excites me in ways I hadn’t anticipated.

His lips move with purpose, fervent and seeking, a silent demand for more as our breaths mingle in the shared space between us. Each movement, each touch, feels like an unspoken confession of desires long kept hidden.

My heart races as I lean into him, relishing the sensation of his lips against mine, the way his body responds to my touch. And as I lose myself in the passion of the moment, it becomes clear that Stiles, despite his usual playful demeanour, possesses a commanding presence that takes my breath away.

As the intensity of the moment heightens, Stiles’ touch remains both from and reassuring, his hands guiding me with a tenderness that contrasts his newfound dominance. With a gentle yet firm pressure, his long, nimble fingers press against my back, coaxing me to lower myself onto him. There’s an undeniable pull in his touch, drawing me closer until I’m lying atop him, our chests pressing together in a shared rhythm. Our breaths mingle in the small space between y=us, the heat of the moment making the air around us feel charged.

His chest rises and falls with each breath, syncing with mine, creating an unspoken harmony. The sensation of our bodies pressed together sends jolt through me, an electric current that ignites every nerve ending.

As I rest against him, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat against mine, a rush of emotions floods over me—desire mingled with a newfound intimacy, vulnerability meshed with a sense of comfort in this uncharted territory.

Stiles's gaze holds a mixture of passion and tenderness, a silent understanding passing between us in the shared silence. His fingers trace gentle patterns along my back, a gesture that speaks volumes, conveying a reassurance amidst the fervour of the moment. His lips part as if to speak but instead, in a very Stiles fashion, a torrent of words spill out in a hurried stream.

“I-I've wanted to do this for so long, and I'm sorry, I should've asked, I mean, I wanted to ask, but then this moment happened, and I just... I didn't want to ruin it, but I should’ve—" He babbles, the words tumbling out faster than I can comprehend. His apology mixes with an admission that he’s wanted this as much as I have, and amidst his rambling, I can’t help but laugh softly, finding the sudden flood of words endearing.

Before his apologies and explanations can continue, I decide to silence him the best way I know how. With a gentle yet decisive motion, I cup his face in both hands, capturing his lips in a kiss that speaks volumes, stealing away his words and replacing them with the silent language of our shared desires.

The kiss is deliberate interruption, a way to convey everything I’ve been feeling in a single moment. It’s a tender yet firm assertion, an assurance that words are unnecessary amidst the eloquence of our connection.

As our lips meet, I feel a shift in the air, the nervous energy dissipating into something more serene. Stiles’ initial surprise melts into a reciprocated warmth, and soon, the kiss becomes a dance of shared affection and unspoken apologies. In that suspended moment, the kiss becomes a story of its own—a narrative of unspoken emotions conveyed through the gentle meeting of our lips. Stiles's initial surprise gives way to a newfound ease, his lips molding against mine with a familiarity that feels surprisingly natural yet exhilaratingly new.

His touch, tender yet assured, ignites a cascade of sensations. His hands explore, tracing the contours of my back, sending tingles racing along my skin. There’s a delicate balance in his touch, a mix of reverence and longing that speaks volumes about the dept of his emotions.

As our kiss deepens, I’m enveloped in a whirlwind of emotions. Stiles’ lips against mine feel like a discovery—a blend of softness and fervour, an unspoken language that surpasses any verbal communication. Each movement of our lips is a revelation, a testament to the unspoken connection between us. His closeness has a gravitational pull, drawing me in and enveloping me in a sense of security and desire. In this moment, I feel cherished, desired, and seen in a way that goes beyond mere words.

The intensity of our kiss, a universe of emotions contained within, is abruptly interrupted by the jarring ring of Stiles’ phone. Startled, we break apart, a shared groan escaping both of us as the moment fractures, replacing by the intrusion of reality. Stiles fumbles for his phone, his expression a mix of frustration and resignation. With a sigh, he answers and puts it on speaker, revealing Scott’s urgent voice on the other end, asking if Stiles had found any leads.

As Stiles responds to Scott’s inquiries, I take the opportunity to sit back up, adjusting my position so that I’m straddling his waist. The shift seems to catch Stiles of guard, his breath hitching slightly, and I can feel the bulge pressing against my ass. I watch as Stiles bites his lip, a subtle attempt to suppress any involuntary sounds, his focus divided between the phone call and me, shifting on his lap. His eyes meet mine for a fleeting moment, and I can see a hint of frustration at the interruption, mixed with a smouldering intensity that sends a thrill through me.

Leaning closer, I offer an apologetic smile, silently acknowledging the disruption but unable to resist teasing him but grinding my hips against his, pretending to get more comfortable on his lap. I notice the way his breath catches again and his hands dart for my hips unsure if they want to stop my hips or help me roll them against that growing bulge.

“Sh-shit,” A moan escapes him and Scott falls silent as Stiles’ cheeks bloom a pretty shade of red, “Fuck, I gotta go, talk later.” And with that Stiles is hanging up, practically throwing his phone on the floor and in one quick moment has us flipped over so I’m laying underneath him.

“Hi.” I breathe quietly, an ache between my legs.

“Don’t you ‘hi’ me you little tease.” He grumbles, leaning on his elbows either side of my head.

“What you gonna do about it?” I challenge, loving the gleam in his eyes.

Stiles chuckles softly, his eyes dancing with mischief as he leans closer, his breath brushing against my lips.

"Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what you've started."

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Crimson Guardian NSFW

Kyojuro Rengoku x Wife! Reader

18+ MDNI!🚫

CW: NSFW Content, minor angst, controlling/manipulating behavior, fluff-ish.

Y/N POV

Scenario : You've recently married into the respected Rengoku family, and while you continue your work as a demon slayer, life starts to get a bit messy. Balancing your duties becomes a real challenge as you navigate the challenges of married life. You find yourself having to make tough choices just to keep your husband happy, all while debating to stay true to yourself and your calling as a demon slayer.

Marriage. Truly one of the most beautiful milestones a couple can achieve. Marrying Kyojuro has undoubtedly been my greatest accomplishment.

I still remember it vividly, as if it were yesterday. Surrounded by friends, family, and core members, we pledged our lives to each other. Though it wasn't the most glamorous wedding ever seen, it was enough. Because really, all I've ever wanted was Kyojuro, and now, finally, I have him.

For the first few months, our marriage was nothing short of perfect. I moved into the Rengoku estate with Kyojuro's family, assisting Shenjuro with chores and gradually trying to get closer to Shinjuro. Though I'm not sure how successful I was.

It was only six months in that I realized being a demon slayer and a wife wasn't as easy as I thought.

Before our relationship, I was Kyojuro's Tsuguko. He was simply my mentor, and I trained hard under him to get myself where I am today. It was later down the road that we noticed each other's lingering gazes, the occasional flirting, and all the other subtle hints of wanting to be more.

Kyojuro was strong, and I knew he wanted a family, but I simply wasn't ready to give up training and my duties as a demon slayer just yet.

Every day, after helping out around the estate, I would hike over to HQ and pick up where I had left off the previous day, training until the late hours of the night. I would often come home exhausted, which usually caused Kyojuro to worry. As much as I reassured him, he never seemed fully convinced.

Now, here I was, sitting at the dinner table with Kyo across from me. It was a rare occasion for us to eat alone together like this. We made small talk about our day and training, and then he finally stopped eating and put his silverware down.

"Little Flame, I think it’s time we have a serious discussion about the way things have been as of late,” his usual happy smile seemed almost nervous.

I set my spoon down on my plate, giving him my full attention.

“Yes? What is it?”

“Sunflower, you have been working so hard as of late, and it’s quite admirable. I truly admire your dedication to the demon slayer corps and your training!”

“But…?” I ask, confused.

“But… since our marriage, I’ve found myself in constant worry over you. Every time you go on a mission without me, I have to painfully wait for your return. Not knowing whether or not you'd be injured or even-“

“Dead?” I finish.

I saw his body tense up at the word.

“Yes, my love. Dead. I cannot even bear the thought of you never returning to me. It pains me to my core,” he seemed so sad, so worried about me.

I know Kyojuro, I know he didn’t mean anything bad by what he was saying. However, I felt almost offended. He too was a slayer, a hashira. I also had to deal with the fear of him returning with serious injuries or even never returning at all.

Did he believe me to be incapable of protecting myself? He was the very one who trained me. Even though I knew Kyojuro was strong, much stronger than me, it just felt like he lacked faith in me.

“You don’t think I’m strong enough anymore? Do you think marriage has made me soft?” I realized I might have come off a little too harsh, but my emotions were getting the best of me.

His expression seemed surprised, but I could tell. While he may not have used those words, that was definitely the gist of it.

I watched him get up from his place at the table and walk over to me. He pulled my chair out from under the table, then grabbed my hands and kneeled down in front of me.

His big, bright eyes were now staring up at me.

“You are one of the strongest people I know, my love. I know how capable you are, but please remember…”

He brought my hands to his lips, kissing them softly.

“You are my wife before you are a demon slayer. I cannot risk sending you off only for you to never return.”

I could practically hear the desperation and love in his voice.

Kyojuro wasn’t someone who would usually discourage anyone from pursuing something they're passionate about. So if he was now, I knew that it’s something he’s been internally battling with for a while.

“What about you? Is it not the same? What about my worry? What if you never come home to me?” I could feel my face start to heat up. Everything he was saying seemed to come from genuine care, but it felt so hypocritical.

“I am a Hashira, my little flame. I have a certain responsibility you do not have to burden yourself with. I shall retire soon, in just a few years. So please…”

There’s no way he’d ask me-

“Please retire your sword, Y/N. Please stay home for me. Please allow my heart to rest easy knowing you'll be here waiting for me whenever I shall return,” his voice was pleading.

I felt so conflicted. I’d worked so hard. All of these years of training to hopefully become a high-ranking swordsman myself. However, at the same time, I never stopped to consider my romantic life and how being married would affect things.

We both sat there in silence for a few moments, and I finally rose up from the chair, pulling him up off his knees along with me.

I looked up at him, reaching my hand up to rest on his cheek.

“Kyojuro, you are the only one I would retire my sword for. So please promise me, promise me you will always come home to me. Until the day you yourself retire.”

“I promise you, Sunflower. As long as I know you are safe and waiting for me, there is no demon that could ever keep me away.”

I felt his hand on my lower back and the other holding up my chin.

We both leaned in, our lips meeting in a tender kiss.

This kiss started so gently, so lovingly at first. As we pulled away for just a moment, staring into each other’s eyes, we realized how long it had been since we really enjoyed each other’s company.

After that, the kiss only grew hotter and more passionate.

Kyojuro swept me off my feet and carried me straight to our shared room at the back of the estate, the most private spot. It seemed fitting for newlyweds, after all.

As he gently laid me back on the soft futon, I couldn't help but stay focused on him. Kyojuro was simply beautiful. His hair, his eyes, his body, everything about him looked like he was perfectly sculpted.

My admiration was interrupted as I felt him begin to kiss me again. One of his hands traveling to my breasts, gently squeezing it.

The other massaging my thigh.

I feel him pull away from me starting to kiss on my neck traveling all the way down to my chest.

Kyojuro had always known my weak points and how to make me say yes to his every request. He knew my body just as well as I did, and now he was taking full advantage of that knowledge.

I could feel him pressing against me as he moved his hand down my body, lightly touching me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me, wanting more.

Then I heard, Kyojuro's soft voice whisper these words, almost as a demand. "Enjoy this little flame, you've kept me waiting far too long.”

As soon as those words left his lips, I felt myself begin to relax. His movements were so gentle, so careful, so loving.

His fingers trailed down my sides, sending chills through my body. His hands went back up and caressed my neck, making me tremble. He kissed me once more, and I melted into him.

It was as if he had cast a spell over me, and all I could do was obey him. He was completely in control of me.

After a moment, I felt him move back down and remove my underwear, revealing my already wet entrance. His hand slid between my thighs, and I couldn't help but let out a moan as his finger slipped inside me. He was gentle at first, just barely grazing me, but it felt incredible.

"Is this okay?" he asked softly, his breath hot against my ear.

I nodded but I could tell that wasn’t enough for him.

“Use your words my love.” He demanded sweetly.

“Yes Kyo, it’s perfect.” I said, my voice trembling.

He leaned down and kissed my lips before pulling back again, smiling at me.

"I want to be inside of you," he whispered, his voice filled with desire.

"Please," I begged.

He removed his fingers, replacing them with his cock, his tip rubbing against my clit.

"Good girl," he whispered, thrusting into me.

I threw back my head, arching my back and digging my nails into his shoulders. His movements were slow and deep at first and then they became faster and harder, and soon my whole body began to shake. I couldn't stop the moans from escaping my lips, and I couldn't help but beg for more.

When he starts to speed up I know we are both about to reach our limit.

I feel his fingers interlock with mine and his lips pressing against mine again, but this time, he wasn’t just kissing me, he was also letting his teeth graze my bottom lip.

He was biting down hard enough to draw blood.

We were both so close and we were both trying to hold back but we couldn’t anymore. We were finally going to let ourselves release.

I was the first one to let myself go, arching my back as I moaned his name.

Then he followed not too far behind.

After he finishes, we just lay there for a bit catching our breath.

“I love you, Y/N,” he finally breathed out, turning his head to look at me.

I turned to face him as well. “I love you, Kyojuro.”

After that, the two of us drifted off in each other's arms for the rest of the night.

The next morning when I awoke, I was still trapped wrapped in Kyojuro's arms.

After a bit of struggling, I managed to maneuver my way out and make it to the kitchen.

There I saw Senjuro, who was already preparing breakfast for everyone.

“Good morning, Sen,” I greeted with a yawn.

“Oh, good morning, Y/N!”

“I'm almost finished with breakfast. Is my brother awake yet?”

“He should be awake soon. We both have to see Master Kagaya today,” I said, rubbing my eyes.

He stopped to turn and look at me.

“Did something bad happen?” he asked nervously.

Poor Senjuro always assumes the absolute worst in every situation. Well, I suppose in this case it’s somewhat understandable.

“No, Sen, nothing's wrong. Kyojuro and I are just going to inform Master Kagaya of my retirement. That’s all.”

He gave a puzzled look.

“Retirement? Why? Haven’t you been training for years to improve your sword skills to move up in the ranks?” he asked.

He was right. I know I shouldn’t go back on my word to Kyojuro, but I really was having second thoughts about my decision.

Senjuro could probably sense my doubt because his next response was:

"If this is something that you're not sure of, then you shouldn't do it. If you have doubts about this decision, then maybe you're not ready for retirement just yet."

His words really struck a chord with me.

Maybe he was right.

Before I could ponder that any further, Kyojuro had made his way into the kitchen.

"Good morning! How are my two favorite people doing?" he said cheerfully.

I smiled.

"Morning, Kyo. Did you sleep well?"

"I did, actually. Thank you, little flame," he walked over to me, giving me a kiss.

I could feel my chest tightening, nervous about what was to come.

The whole time at breakfast, I felt so spaced out. All I could hear was Kyojuro and Senjuro talking and the occasional grunt from Shinjuro drinking away at the table.

“Sunflower? Are you okay?”

I was snapped out of my daze by Kyojuro waving a hand in front of my face. All three of them were staring at me, kind of concerned.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Sorry.”

I shook my head a little and looked down at my plate. I felt bad for Senjuro going through all that trouble to cook, but I simply couldn’t eat right now.

After we finished breakfast, Kyojuro and I headed out.

The thought that this would be the last time wearing my uniform with my sword by my side was so weird and almost uncomfortable to me.

I knew that this day would come eventually, but I always hoped in the back of my mind that Kyojuro would be the one to retire before me.

I had been so focused on training and my duties as a demon slayer that it had never even occurred to me how my marriage would affect everything.

I was now a wife. My first priority should be the estate, and helping Shinjuro while he was in his state of grief, and being there for Senjuro as well.

It wouldn’t be right of me to go against my husband's wishes either. Especially after the intimate moment we shared. Right?

As we made it to HQ waiting to speak with the master I felt my heartbeat racing inside of me.

The room was quiet, I could feel Kyojuro’s eyes lingering on me but I couldn’t bring myself to face him right now.

Both mine and Kyojuro’s attention was shifted as we heard the door open and Master Kagaya entered the room.

"Rengoku, Y/N. It's a pleasure to see you both," Kagaya said, his face as warm as ever.

"It's wonderful to see you too, Master," I replied.

"So what brings you two here? It seems urgent, judging by the fact that you came in so early."

"It is very urgent," Kyojuro began.

He then proceeded to explain our conversation from the night before, and how I was considering retiring.

"Y/N, this is a big decision, and it's important that you feel comfortable and confident in it. Do you think you can fully retire, knowing you won't be able to assist the demon slayers as you are now?" Kagaya asked.

I looked at the master and then glanced at Kyojuro. He seemed so proud and happy that we were here. I could feel the warmth radiating from him.

But, I could also sense the worry in his expression. He was nervous, scared almost.

I couldn't do that to him.

"Master, I've spent most of my life training for the opportunity to become a hashira. To serve the demon slayer corps and protect those who cannot protect themselves. But...I'm no longer just a demon slayer. I'm also a wife, and as such, I think it's only right that I focus on that," I answered.

The room fell silent for a moment.

"If you truly feel this is the right choice, then we support you, Y/N," Kagaya finally spoke.

"Thank you, Master," I bowed.

"Thank you so much, Master! I will never

forget your kindness!" Kyojuro bowed as well.

The two of us left the room and started to head out.

As we exited, we ran into a few of the other Hashira, who asked us about what we had gone to see Master Kagaya about.

They too seemed surprised and a little concerned when Kyojuro explained to them that I would be retiring so soon.

I could tell some of their reactions to the news annoyed Kyojuro. Shinobu used the word “controlling,” and you could see his smile almost falter.

"Controlling" was never a word I would have used to describe my husband. He just loves me, right? He wants to protect me. There's no way my sweet and kind Kyo would ever do anything to control or manipulate me.

Right?

Part Two

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HII I LOVE YOUR POSTS SO MUCH

Can i order a somno with scaramouche x fem reader where he sees her pure and innocent form and then completely looses himself to the look of you?

Thank you for reading this and if i can, could i be the 🐑anon?

yas sheep anon! writing is so hard so this one is kind of rusheddd , but dont get me wrong I did try! hope you enjoy anon

purity┊scaramouche

PAIRING ┊ scaramouche x f!reader GENRE ┊ smut WC ┊1.5k+ WARNINGS ┊ cussing , i will call wanderer, scaramouche! , somnophilia , non-con , stalking , lowercase intended!!! SYNOPSIS ┊ selling baked goods , always trying to serve the best customer service to your buyers , there would always be a regular coming. little do you know that buyer always had impure thoughts of you. A/N ┊ written by kam , hope you guys enjoy ! also modern-au (?) im sorry if this one isnt really goooddd, sorry for the delay too!!

you were a baker girl, always selling fresh pastries and doing the best you can to serve the best customer service for your buyers. you had the best bread in sumeru and people loved it! you were practically well known for them.

you would see regulars here and there, always loving to talk with them whenever they came to stop by to grab something to eat on the go. but this customer you had, came most than others.

scaramouche, he came almost everyday...maybe twice that day. however, you found solace in his tranquil company, occasionally deriving enjoyment from his presence. yet, deciphering the thoughts occupying his mind proved to be a bit challenging, not that it really mattered to you.

"hello! the usual?" you would always flash that smile of yours to him while waving. he gave a small nod. you would prepare his order, before presenting it to him in a neatly arranged plastic bag.

scaramouche grabs the bag, your hand slightly grazes his and he flinched. "bye! hope you enjoy!" scara nods and pays you before leaving the store. walking back to his abode, his face brightens up with a red.

"she touched me...she touched me..." repeatedly saying , that scene would always reminisce in his mind, wanting to feel that touch again. your hands are so soft, he sometimes thinks you were made for him.

how did this even start? it's quite simple. nahida suggested scara to try out this new place, a way to try and socialize and experience more taste buds! naturally, he harbored no intentions of consuming it himself. however, since nahida also expressed an interest, he set out to purchase it.

walking in the building where the bread nahida desired was settled in, he waits at the line, groaning in annoyance, too noisy, and too crowded. he was never a fan of clustered places. as the line shortens its finally his turn.

"one moment sir!" a voice from the other room can be heard. and scara waits, observing his surroundings a bit before a figure pops out of his view from the side, turning his head, his gazes intertwined with yours, and its as if its the most breathtaking thing hes ever saw. you.

"hi! sorry for the wait! im currently the only one working here so things are quite tough to get around!" you let out a chuckle afterwards. his mouth was slightly agape, no words leaving his mouth as he kept his gaze at you. your voice flows as smoothly as a captivating melody, and the grace of your countenance is truly majestic. "soo, what would you like..?"

"the...the special." he said in a quiet tone before shifting his hat to cover his top half face. "got it! ill pack it up for you right now!" before grabbing the tong and picking up the freshly made bakes.

did you always have that smile on your face? it was beautiful yet he felt the need to want to wipe that smile off your face, wanting to ruin it. the thoughts getting to him...were a bit too wild now. realizing it himself he shakes those thoughts away.

"here you go sir! i made sure to pack them nice and neat so they dont get all over the place." there you go again. flashing that smile. he snatched the bag and paid for what was needed. "enjoy your bread!" you yelled out as scara was already out the front door.

its been months now ever since that encounter. its like a spark awoken in him. he would want to see what your face would look like, covered in his cum. he would want to see you cock drunk, always begging for him to pleasure you more and more. he couldnt get enough, his hand wasnt enough. he needed the real thing.

when you were done with your shift, you close down the shop, packing up the left over bakes for you to take home and eat. turning off all lights before locking the entrance. of course how would scara get to see you if he didnt know your schedule?

he studied what you do everyday, what time you work, your breaks, and when you end. even knows the direction to your house. sure he didnt have the courage to just talk to you normally other than just ordering plain old bread is what he would describe.

locking up your shop, you now advance to your house. walking while the streets were quiet, though, sumeru was quite safe, so you didnt worry about anything! but little did you know scara was in the shadows, following you, admiring everything you do. sure you heard a couple footsteps, but shrugged it off as a dog or what.

reaching to your humble abode, you take your keys, unlocking the door before turning the knob to enter. but it didnt matter to scara, he knew which rooms was yours, going to the window associated to your room, he watches as you enter in, flicking on the light as you now took off your pants.

you were a "home is where the pants arent" type of person. it felt more relaxing to dress down indoors, especially since you were alone – the comfort of solitude made you feel relaxed at last, after a long day of serving and selling, you were exhausted. scara would always enjoy the view of your panties shaping out your ass.

the wild thoughts occupying his mind again, wanting to stuff his fat cock inside your cunt, pounding into you mercilessly until you couldnt walk for days. different positions, never stopping until you pass out. these thoughts accompanying his mind, a growing tent forms in his pants.

taking a hand to shift the harden shaft around to ease the pain. it was just aching to get out of his pants. he couldnt wait till you have fallen asleep, then he would do whatever he could to you.

charging your phone then being in the comforts in your bed, tucking yourself in before closing your eyes, falling into a deep slumber. taking this opportunity, he picks the window, before sliding it to the side to jump in. making sure his footsteps were light as a feather to not wake you up.

scara observes the room, inhaling the room that was covered in your sweet scent. looking at your sleeping figure, he comes closer, to admire your beautiful face. hopping onto the bed to have a better view. "fuck.." he couldnt contain his excitement any longer as he rubs a finger on the outline of your cunt.

making you wince a bit, he slides the panties to the side, looking at your bare cunt now. the sight makes him drool, wanting to devour it already. but it has seem his dick was really impatient. twitching in place already with precum on the tip staining his pants with a wet patch.

unzipping the jeans, his dick springs to life, hard and erect before he glides it against your folds. the sensation makes him grunt in pleasure, your heat making his body shudder before lining himself up to your hole. bottoming out when he fully sheathed himself with your walls. he harbored an intense desire to shatter your innocence.

groans falls from his mouth as he tried to contain them in order to not wake you up. his breath quivered, and at last, he began to stir. snapping his hips at yours, skin slapping skin echoing thru the room. his pace was rough, the feeling of you walls clasping around him felt so pleasurable to him.

balls slapping against your ass and his thumb pleasuring your clit. he was too focus on your pussy to even notice his pounding was harsh, it could wake you up. but he took the risk, trying to reach his high. thrusting turning sharper and harder each time his body connected with yours if that was even possible, it left little whines from your mouth, making scara more eager than ever to continue.

he couldnt hold it in anymore, his moans escaped his lips, grabbing your soft mounds to massage the flesh, and another hand, under your knee to push it up for a better angle. he was in so deep, pounding, thrusting, and pearls of sweat falls down from his forehead. taking his phone out from his pockets, pressing the record button. making sure your pussy and his dick disappearing into you was in view.

feeling your walls tighten around him, he figured you were bound to cum soon. his thrust getting sloppier and pace was slower, he continued on, wanting to reach his limit, and inject his cum into you. hes imagining more vulgar things he would do to you. sex up against the wall? yes. you tied up while he eats you out? of course. him fisting your hair and fuck facing you? thats his favorite.

minutes passed and he was close, and with one final push and groan, he cums inside your pussy. gasps and pants emitting from his lips as he tried to regain himself. he stilled himself in you for a bit before pulling out, cum gushing from your pussy and pooling under the sheets.

he smiles at the sight before his dick scoops up the remaining cum, fucking it back into you. a couple more breathless pants before he moved his hips again. this sure was going to be a long night.

the next day you would wonder why there was a strange smell from the sheets, and why your thighs were sticky.

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randxmthxughts · 1 year

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Unrequited Love - Tsu'tey x Omatikaya!Reader

summary: you had been in love with tsu'tey for as long as you could remember. so when you see his heart break again at the loss of another mate, you offer him comfort, expecting nothing in return

genre/warnings: smut!, oral (m receiving), angst, unrequited love

wc: 2k

a/n: this is my first time writing smut, so i hope i didn't screw it up completely. please let me know if there's anything unrealistic or sounds silly (i am a virgin, idk what the hell i'm doing), i'll be glad to change it. also, please don't forget to leave some feedback, replies, whatever you want. i love reading what you have to say, and it always encourages me to write more ♡

masterlist - part 2

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You watch in silence, your focus only on him. As things escalate between Tsu'tey and Jake, people around you begin to gasp and murmur, filling the space with noise. All you want to do is to call out his name, get him out of there.

It’s obvious to you that his challenge means nothing. He does it to upkeep his reputation, but if he kills Jake, Neytiri will never choose him again. Tsu’tey draws a knife, bending down over Jake’s unconscious body.

“Neytiri was promised to me,” Tsu’tey grabs him by the hair, bringing his knife closer, “This is a demon in a false body. It should not live.”

Neytiri suddenly lunges at Tsu’tey with all her might. She knocks him off his feet and takes a defensive stance over Jake, baring her teeth and knife. You notice Tsu’tey's posture weaken, as he watches his mate claim Jake as her own in front of the whole clan. He knows it’s too late for him to fight, Neytiri and Jake are now mated for life. Your heart aches at the sight of Tsu’tey's bloodied face and the way he spits on the ground before retreating into the forest, disappearing from the crowd.

Desperately, you rush after him, ignoring the noise and commotion breaking around you. It takes some time for you to finally spot his frame, partially hidden between thick bushes, sitting on a rock with his head hanging low in defeat.

Sylwanin was his first true love. You watched them fall in love while you were still children. Having a crush on somebody who was already claimed was tough on you, but you knew that Sylwanin and Tsu’tey were meant for each other, and you tried very hard to be happy for them. You remember it as clear as a day when they announced their bond, and the way you cheered for them, joining in on the celebration. But in your heart, you couldn't help but wish for the kind of love that Tsu'tey had for Sylwanin. You prayed to Eywa that she would one day grant you such feeling.

Losing Sylwanin in that tragic accident was devastating already, but being arranged to mate with her sister instead must have been an unbearable burden for Tsu’tey. Your heart shattered into thousands of tiny pieces when you first heard the news, and there was nothing you could do to help. Tsu’tey was a great hunter and warrior, there was no one more deserving of being Olo’eyctan than him. And though he bonded with Neytiri over their shared grief, he knew that he could never love her the same way. When Sylwanin died, a part of him had also died with her. And now, witnessing Tsu’tey lose his mate to another man was agonizing.

“Tsu’tey,” you catch his attention, approaching him.

As if caught in a moment of vulnerability, Tsu’tey sits up straight. You grimace at the blood smeared around his beautiful face, eyes glistening with the threat of tears. Noticing your gaze lingering on him, Tsu’tey hurries to wipe his eyes. Future Olo’eyctan or not, he didn’t like that you saw him like this. Quickly, you reach forward and grasp his wrists, preventing him from hiding his face.

“‘M sorry,” you mumble.

“I’m fine,” he huffs, shaking his hands to free them from yours.

You don’t take offense to his harshness. Growing up, Tsu’tey always had a soft spot for you, but that did not apply during the moments of humiliation. You crouch down in front of him, letting his frame loom over you.

“You shouldn’t have followed me, Y/N,” he says, like it was an order you disobeyed.

You purse your lips, uncertain if Tsu’tey truly means it. Despite being only two years older than you, Tsu’tey still treated you like a child sometimes. Even as a kid, he exuded dominance and strength, his presence alone putting everyone intact. So whenever he saw boys bullying you, Tsu’tey was quick to tell them off. He would then nudge your shoulder, coaxing a smile from you, and consider his job done. But what he failed to recognize, after all these years, is that you never saw him the same way he saw you. Your heart ached every time you looked at him, knowing that he could never be yours, and that his own heart belonged to someone else.

“I don’t want to take out my anger on you,” Tsu’tey’s tone is stern, “You better leave, Y/N.”

“You can take it out on me, I don’t mind,” you say softly, as his eyes widen in confusion.

“I’m not kidding,” he warns you with a low growl.

“Please, let me help you,” you plead with him, resting your palms over his thighs, “I can take it, you don’t have to hold back.”

Tsu’tey rarely heard those words. He was always scolded for being short-tempered, acting out of anger. That those were unsuitable qualities for the future Olo’eyctan. Tsu’tey tried to contain it, but often old habits would slip right back in. He shifted under your touch, gazing at your hands, while his mind went to places where it shouldn’t go. He thought that he was probably reading you wrong, still upset over the fight.

You weren’t sure if this was where you wanted things to head, when you followed him. But right at this moment, you felt like there was nothing else you wanted to do for him. Your heart truly desired to see him relax for a moment, even if it was at the expense of your feelings. As you slowly moved your palms higher on his thighs, Tsu’tey drew in a short breath. He watched you silently until your fingers grazed the edges of his loincloth.

“You don’t have to,” Tsu’tey put his hands over yours, in an attempt to stop you, but all you could feel was the heat radiating off his skin, making your heart race.

“I want to,” you insist, “Let me make you feel good.”

“You know I can never truly devote myself to anyone else but Sylwanin,” his voice drops, and you have to perk your ears to hear him.

“I know,” you move your fingers to his sides, reaching the ties of his loincloth, “I don’t expect anything in return.”

“Y/N…” Tsu’tey whispers but you shush him.

You notice the way he tries to resist the growing lust, despite longing for it to be satisfied. His mind tells him to walk away but his body doesn’t comply. Would it be so bad for him to get lost in the moment and just let it go? Let himself forget about all of his worries and pretend that he had nothing weighing down on him?

You hesitate before untying his loincloth, waiting for Tsu’tey to stop you, but he doesn’t. As the fabric slides off his sides, revealing his already hard cock, you’re taken aback slightly. Tsu’tey watches your reaction with a hint of shame; he can’t believe he’s already aroused just by the way you undressed him.

Slowly, you lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his thigh. You hear Tsu’tey’s breath hitch and feel his muscles clench, as you start trailing kisses up his skin. When you reach his balls, you pause. You have never done anything like this before. Sure, you heard girls talk about pleasuring their mates in many ways, but you could only dream about making Tsu’tey happy. It’s scary.

You take a breath before planting wet kisses to his sack, then some more to the base of his member. Instinctively, his penis twitches underneath your lips, and you hear Tsu’tey let out a small moan. Your ears perk up at the sound so pleasant, you wish you could hear it everyday. You’ve never seen this side of Tsu’tey; he was always so stern, so aware of the way he presented himself to others. But here he is now, trembling under your touch, letting his guard down. Feeling braver, you wrap your lips around his sack, sucking in gently. Simultaneously, your fingers find their way around his penis, giving it a light squeeze.

“Tsahey,” he grunts through his teeth.

The sounds he makes are so satisfying, you feel heat rush to your cunt. You try to ignore the growing sensation, as you press your tongue flat against his shaft, and follow along a prominent vein. Tsu’tey’s grabs the back of your neck, bringing your face closer, ordering for more. You had no idea that you were unintentionally teasing him, making him impatient.

Getting his hint, you take the tip of his penis into your mouth, your tongue occasionally grazing the top, as you suck on it. You let the saliva drip out of your mouth and smear it over his shaft with your hand, beginning to draw small motions up and down, your mouth still working.

“Take it all in,” Tsu’tey grunts, “Please.”

Tsu’tey had never sounded as desperate as he did right now. To please him, you lean in, trying to take his whole penis into your mouth. It was your best attempt, given how big he was, and feeling the tip press against the back of your throat. It tickles your skin like an annoying scratch you want to tend to. As you lose the rhythm of your breathing, suddenly feeling overwhelmed, you pull away. Instead, you work your hand up and down his penis, now completely covered in your saliva. You massage his balls with your other hand, and when you hear Tsu’tey draw in another short breath, your walls painfully clench around nothing. You push your thighs together, trying not to get distracted by your own desire.

As you pick up a rhythm with your hand, Tsu’tey’s muscles are clenching and relaxing at every movement. He starts to grow impatient, wishing to feel the inside of your mouth again, and reaches out to direct his penis into your mouth. You take him in.

“Tsahey,” he grunts again, then lets out a soft moan when you swirl your tongue around him.

Tsu’tey suddenly stands up, forcing you to sit up higher on your knees. This new position now allows him to slide his full length into you, tickling your throat and almost making you gag. Tears prick up at the corner of your eyes, as he starts jerking his hips forward in small, quick motions. To hold you in place, Tsu’tey grabs you by your hair, and starts speeding up, thrusting into you more violently. When he tugs at your queue, you let out a small whimper.

Distracted by the sound you just made, Tsu’tey slows down, locking his eyes on yours.

“Will you be alright?” he asks, his breath shaky. You suck on him as a sign of approval, “I just need a moment, I'm almost there."

Tsu’tey grips the back of your neck, and picks up the speed of his thrusts again, hitting the back of your throat with a new force. He is going harder on you, desperately chasing the wave of pleasure. Your mouth felt so warm, so soft around him, cheeks sucking and pressing against his length. The tears in your eyes turn your vision blurry, and you try to blink them away, to watch his face. He looks so beautiful.

Suddenly, you feel his member clench, and Tsu’tey pushes into you a few more times. His movements become sloppier, and when a loud groan escapes from his lips, you feel warm bitter liquid filling out your mouth.

“Mawey,” he whispers, his lids heavy, as he pulls out.

He presses his fingers against your chin, lifting your head just enough to encourage you to swallow. You gulp down, maintaining eye contact, and Tsu’tey hums with a smile, satisfied. Your cunt clenches painfully, pleading for attention, and you squeeze your thighs again, trying to calm yourself down.

Tsu’tey notices it immediately, eyes now lingering on your loincloth. You look away, embarrassed to get caught by him, and wipe your mouth.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he says, still standing bare in front of you.

It’s awkward, you don’t know how to behave now. You stand up, still not meeting his eyes.

“Feel a little better now?” you ask softly.

“Much better,” Tsu’tey places his fingers under your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes, “Do you want me to help you with that?”

Your cunt clenches again, when his gaze trails down your body. You feel heat rush to your face at the mere thought of Tsu'tey pleasuring you. But you’re too flustered, you’re not sure you can endure it.

“No, this is not about me,” you shake your head, “I wanted to make you feel better because you didn’t deserve what happened.”

“I must be a fool,” Tsu’tey admits with a guilty sigh, “I never thought that you... that there was something.”

“I know you hadn’t,” you dismiss the way his eyes burn into yours.

“You deserve someone better. Who is not as broken as me,” his hand cups your cheek to offer you comfort.

“Please don’t,” you pull away, interrupting him before he can pity you, “I know you don’t feel the same, Tsu’tey, it’s alright.”

You force a small smile, blinking away the tears in your eyes. The moment between you is fleeting, but it weighs heavy on your heart. You know that he can never love you.

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part 2

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 2 months

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I have been wanting to binge some Xaden x you stories but there seems to be none! Thank you so much for writing Late Night Hours!! If you ever choose to write another one, would you consider a healer x Xaden?

-🖤🖤

So glad you enjoyed that story. I loved writing it. 🤍

My kind of girl

Was it an awful idea? Yes. Was it against all restrictions? Yes. Was this not at all how Xaden thought it would go? Hard yes. He didn’t even understand how it started. What brought it all on? He had visited many healers. Had been patched up by so many of them. He never given them any more attention that was needed. Done and forgotten afterward.

But that particular day most of the healers had been out on some sort of training. Spirits only knew what healers could train for but as if all odds were against Xaden, Garrick had a particular taste for blood that day and not even an hour into training, Xaden was clenching his wrist. The skin already blossoming with purple and reds.

“You should get that checked before you start crying”, Garrick chuckled, making Xaden growl, “Suck a bag off…”, “Manners”, Imogen chirped in, “We have a jar of coins remember? For every d and p that comes out of your filthy mouths”, she pointed a warning finger at the two males. “Mommy is mad”, Bodhi chuckled, earning a slap on the back of his head from Imogen.

So Xaden did go even if he was convinced that it was nothing. He still found himself rounding the corner to the healer's wing. Just the moment he kicked open the door his whole body suddenly stalled. It’s as if his brain shut off for a moment before it kicked start again at the sound of a book hitting the floor. The most beautiful eyes looked back at him. Xaden had seen a handful of pretty females. Had a pleasure to interact with them in more than one way but this. You. You made practically every single one of them look like average women.

“How can I help?”, you quickly bent moving to pick up the book. Your cheeks were already pink but that didn’t surprise Xaden, healers rarely left their wings. Rarely interacted with anyone but their patients. Xaden simply lifted his hand upward. He knew how it usually went. Most females clung to him. But you simply nodded, moving around the room and picking up different salves. “I will make sure you’ll be able to fly by the morning”, you muttered after sitting the rider down.

Oddly enough Xaden found himself unable to not look at you. He always liked his girls on the tough side. The more they snarled at him the more he was interested. Nothing was more attractive than riding leathers. But here he was mesmerized by the loose curls, a grayish gown, and even the colorful scarf tight around your head was beautiful to him.

“You’re new”, Xaden’s words were groggy because he had stayed silent for the past couple of hours. The tone was rather intimidating. But you didn’t flinch only blinked a bit faster. “Yeah…”, you muttered, “Only a couple of days here”. Your soft voice warmed parts of Xaden that had been ice cold for yours. He frowned not sure as to what was happening. “And you’re all alone here with only a couple of days of experience under your belt? I wouldn’t trust you to run this smoothly”, it came out more as an accusation than anything else. Making you pull back, “I can handle this. I can handle myself”, and oddly enough Xaden didn’t doubt that.

There was something different about you. Something way more intriguing. Something that caught Xaden’s attention. You also weren’t big on chatter. Nor did his broad shoulders seem to intimidate you much. You didn’t stop to hack at him and that rubbed Xaden in way that he hadn’t felt in a while. Your movements were calculated. As if it was second nature. Well, it very clearly was. It seemed like a dance. One practiced so many times that now it was easy to do it without being able to see. The same way fighting was for Xaden.

“If you won’t move it much today it will be good as new tomorrow”, you turned back, getting straight to cleaning your surroundings. “That’s it?”, Xaden questioned looking down at his bandaged wrist. One that felt perfect as it was now. But how did you manage to do it all so quickly? He usually sat here for ages while different girls fussed over him. “You want a kiss on the forehead too?”, you huffed, making the sides of Xaden’s lips curve upwards. “Do you offer that to everyone?”, he pushed on wanting to see just how far he could take this. “No, only to the ones who are as tall as they are stupid”, you crooked your head to the side, offering Xaden a mocking smile before continuing your way around the medical room.

“Ahh now that’s a low blow, baby girl”, Xaden gently caught your arm, turning you back to face him. Your eyes darted up to look at him. A look of surprise almost immediately replaced by annoyance, “You don’t scare me”. Yet your voice came out barely a whisper. You might not be a scared little girl but the guy in front of you sure was at least twice your size. A light shiver ran down your back. He could easily pick you up with one hand and just…

“Then why are you trembling?”, now it was him smirking once more. Satisfied that he managed to rile up a reaction from your body. But you swiftly pulled your arm out of his grasp, “I suggest you go, rider, before you find yourself unable to”, you pointed towards the door. Glad that there was some distance between you two because your heart was beating so fast you were convinced the male would be able to hear it drumming against your ribcage.

“Feisty little thing you are, huh”, Xaden whistled crossing his arms over his chest, “Unlucky for you, I like my girls prickly”. You lifted your head. Chin held high and fuck did Xaden’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of your delicate features shifting with that sheen of annoyance. “Unlucky for you I know at least forty-five ways to kill you and believe me you’re giving me ideas as we speak”, you nodded towards the door once more. Hoping that he didn’t see your crimson cheeks as he turned around. Xaden shook his head as he reached for the handle, chuckling under his breath. Chuckling… when was the last time he had chuckled? Maybe Garrick hit his head harder than Xaden initially thought. The rider ran a hand over his face but right as he was about to close the door he halted, throwing you one last look, “That pink on your cheeks suits you, sweetheart”. He simply heard a gasp before a cloth was flying right at him but Xaden managed to close the door in time. Frustrating grumbling audible from within the room. He surprised another smile before his cold side clinched around his throat once more. What the fuck was he doing? And why did all of a sudden you felt like his kind of girl? One that he had to win over.

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Move me, Baby

Rating: Mature, 18+, MDNI (Please, I really really don't want to have to block you, I write fluff too, go look at that.)

Pairing: Andrew Hozier X fem!Reader (not proofread)

Warnings: No use of Y/n because I personally find it unbearable to read, soft dom Andrew, thigh riding, body worship, nipple play (Female receiving) begging if you squint, scent kink also if you squint, Andrew being the sweetest little sweetie pie, heavy on the praise kink, heavy on the teasing, encouragement,I tried really hard to write a plotless smut but it turned into passionate love making, Your honor they’re in love!

Summary:It’s a lazy afternoon, and you’re watching Andrew write music, one of your favorite activities. Usually you let him do his thing, not wanting to disturb him, and today is just like any other, until you happen to hear some of the lyrics he’s written, coming to the realization of what he’s thinking while he’s writing about you (set during the writing process of Wasteland, Baby!, specifically the writing of Movement because I am utterly obsessed with that song, and I have been ITCHING to put this idea into words for WEEKS. I apologize for nothing.)

Word count: 2.5k ish, give or take maybe 100 words

You couldn’t help but stare at him as he sat there, guitar in his lap, plucking away at the strings and quietly whispering a few words that came to mind. He writes down the words that stick in a notebook, which he has used beyond the point of disrepair.

There were pages that were practically falling out, filled with songs and poems, some of which were about you, that much you knew, though he had yet to play any of them for you, claiming it “Ruined the surprise” Of getting to show you the new album once it was finished.

His words were barely able to be heard between his low tone and the distance between the two of you. You could tell tough, that whatever he was writing was going well, he had only been working for a few hours, but he had already come up with over half a page of lyrics. Rarely did you see him work this fast, so whatever it was was either something important to him that he felt needed to be said, or it was something that he felt deeply in the moment.

His voice grows slightly louder as he runs back a few lines to go over what he had written, just barely loud enough that I can make out the words.

“When you move

I can recall somethin’ that’s gone from me

When you move

Honey, I’m put in awe of something so flawed and free”

I smile a bit at the words. He’s the kind of person who could so effortlessly put his thoughts into something so poetic and beautiful. You had been listening to his music for years, long before the two of you met, and yet you found yourself in awe of the things his mind was capable of every time.

“So move me, baby,

Shake like the bough of a willow tree

You do it naturally

Move me, baby”

Oh.

“So move me, baby

Like you’ve nothin’ left to prove

And nothin’ to lose

Move me, baby”

Oh.

You’re taken slightly aback by the words falling so effortlessly from his mouth. The way their meaning, bordering on sacrilegious, sounded as if he were praying to the most sacred deity as it dripped like honey from his mouth.

This was a rarity, even as you had moved in with him, being able to see the entirety of his musical process, you never got to hear any of his music before it was finished, unless something really stumped him and he needed your thoughts on it.

Everything about having heard him felt like an invasion of his privacy, and yet the idea of the thoughts that must have been running through his head for hours while he had been writing set your entire body on fire.

It took everything within you not to run over there and jump his bones on the spot if you were being honest.

Watching his hands pick at the strings, his hold on the neck gentle while his fingers moved from chord to chord, you were in complete awe of him. You wondered for a moment if his hands would be so gentle if you were there, in his lap instead of the instrument.

“Shit, you weren’t supposed to hear that.” Andrew's almost panicked voice broke through your thoughts, pulling you back to reality.

You must have looked absolutely dumbfounded, you had to consciously pick your jaw up from where it was, having gone almost completely slack. It took you a moment to find your voice, whispering as you stood from your place on the bed that the two of you shared, “I’m glad I did though.”

You muster up a smile as you make your way over to the chair he had placed himself in early that morning. It was almost too small to house his large frame, his legs were too long to sit comfortably in most chairs, and at times it made you question why he didn't have a higher chair made so that he could sit comfortably in that same corner while he was writing.

Having made your way over to him, you gently take the guitar from his hands, setting it on its usual stand a few feet away, before taking your place on his lap, facing him.

He giggles a little bit at your antics. “Hey, I was using that.” His tone is playful, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose as his hands move to sit comfortably on your back,lifting his shirt that you were wearing just high enough so that he could touch your skin, his hands spanning far enough to reach just below the waistline of the lacy underwear you were wearing, holding you secure on his one leg that you had placed yourself on top of, straddling just above his knee.

“Where’d you come up with the idea for that song anyways?” You rocked yourself gently on his thigh, just once, lightly enough to pass off as you trying to get comfortable, but you both knew that that was not the goal in what you were doing. You could tell by the slightest of smiles, almost a smirk gracing his lips that he knew exactly what you were trying to do.

Looking at you through hooded eyes, almost daring you to keep going, he moved his just slightly lower, moving underneath the lace that served as the only barrier between your core and his clothed thigh. “Ehm… I was just thinking about you,” he paused momentarily, only to move your hips farther up his thigh, closer to him, his face now a mere centimeters from your neck as he continued speaking. “And the idea came to me.”

His voice was steady while doing so, almost taunting, chuckling lightly as he heard the shift in your breathing. He loved watching you go from that confident state, coming over to take what you wanted, to putty in his hands the second he gave you any kind of attention.

There you were, straddling his thigh after having come over with all the confidence in the world, now shaking, practically a mess, already leaving a wet spot on his pants in your wake and he had barely even touched you. It never ceased to amaze you how quickly he could get you so wound up.

You let out a small whimper, barely even audible as he placed a soft kiss underneath your ear. “Oh, my love how sweetly you sing for me.”

His honeyed words were dripping with lust. As your hips began moving, this time of their own accord, against his thigh. You moved ever so slowly, almost shying away from the way your body reacted to him, as if you were embarrassed by how weak you were to his touch but nevertheless, needy for any friction you could create between the two of you.

After a few moments of this, his eye look up to meet yours, and you can feel the blood pooling in your cheeks the more you look into his eyes, realizing what was going on, realizing how you probably looked.

He had the biggest smile on his face looking at you though. All the love and adoration in the world was held in that stare. “You’re doing so good baby”

He uses his hands to guide you through the motions, pressing you down onto his thigh harder in a way that drives you absolutely crazy, a sentiment that is reflected in the way you almost immediately moan his name.

You’re almost positive that your face is beat red and your hips snap back and forth. You’re nothing short of a moaning mess on his lap, his touch melting you into a puddle of the sounds that escape your lips as you increase the pressure applied by your hips.

Any reservations that you had about not wanting to embarrass yourself had thrown themselves out the window. You were so wrapped up with the pooling heat between your legs that you barely even registered Andrew lifting your shirt over your head and carelessly discarding it somewhere across the room before his hands returned to you, this time starting at your breasts, teasing your nipples between his thumb and forefinger on each hand.

“Andrew, please.” The words come out louder than expected, and needier, between gasps and moans, you weren’t even sure if he could understand you through the string of moans and profanities you were all but screaming.

“You look so pretty, darling, all worked up for me.” His voice was low and his eyes were unwavering, moving all over you, unable to settle on a single part of which he longed to see most.

“Your pretty face, mouth open like that just for me.” He met his lips with your just briefly, moving his lips down your cheek, moving to your jaw, all the way to the base of your throat.

“That beautiful voice of yours, all the sounds it makes for me.” He continues his descent, dipping his head between his hands, kissing the valley between your breasts a few times before moving his hands down to your waist moving his face to place a kiss on your right nipple, then your left.

“This body of yours is nothing short of utterly and absolutely breathtaking.” He continues his descent with his hands, while his mouth returns to your neck, leaving kisses and bites and sucking on the sensitive area, leaving not a single inch of the skin he touches unmarked.

Your pace is relentless at this point, your hips snapping back and forth against him with what can only be described as pure, unbridled desperation. The way his hands roam your body, the way your core rubs against him, it’s the only thing you can focus on for longer than maybe half a second.

Your face finds it way to the crook of his neck, biting not so lightly on a spot smack in the middle of the left side of his neck and the gran he lets out is incredible.

His hands have traveled lower by now, his right hand resting in its former spot, encouraging your hips, all the while his right hand has traveled down your front, and is now resting underneath the thin layer of lace, the only article of clothing still on your body, rubbing painstakingly slow circles around the bundle of nerves between your thighs.

It’s all that you can do not to come unraveled right at the first moment of contact. You push your face further into his neck, not sure if you're trying to dampen the sound of your own moans or if you're making an attempt to suffocate in his scent, either way, you’re doing everything you can to hold the last pieces of yourself together.

“Eyes on me, darling.” His fingers are still moving at that agonizing pace, while your hips continue their movements, silently begging him to pick up the pace. You face stays put, buried deeply in the crook of his neck.

“Come on, my love, let me see that pretty face of yours. I’d like to watch myself become your undoing if it's all the same to you.” This time, you obey, Lifting your head out of its hiding place to meet his eyes. “There’s my pretty girl.” He smiles so brightly at you.

You’re eyes are pleading with him at this point, begging for release as he maintains his slow pace.

“Please, Please, Please, Please,” You repeat the word over and over like a chant, a mantra.

A rather breathy chuckle leaves his lips and he places another small kiss on your lips before asking. “What is it you want sweetheart?”

You throw your head back and groan at his antics, knowing he wont give you the release that you so desperately need until you ask for it. “Please, Andrew, you know what I want.”

He lets out a laugh, not anything mean spirited, just playful, you know all too well that not asking directly is going to get you absolutely nowhere, but to save yourself your last shred of dignity before you just come right out and beg, you do always give it one good try.

“Do enlighten me, love, how am I to know what you want if you haven’t asked for it?” His smile is wicked by this point. He knows he always get what he wants out of you. He knows just how to bend you to his every whim.

“God damn it Andrew, please just let me come” you’re visibly shaking by this point, both with frustration and from the effort you’re putting in not to finish without his permission.

“See? That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” The pace of his hand gradually picks up and your already rather loud moans turn into what borders on screams. You quickly make a mental note to apologize to the neighbors at a later date.

“Three” He begins counting down, again, painfully slow and you feel the ever tightening knot in your abdomen begin to pull so tight it’s almost painful.

“Two” The seconds that it takes him to count down feel like hours, days even, as you do everything you can to prevent that knot from snapping, including screwing your eyes shut, an action that Andrew seems to take personal offense to, based on his tone “Open those pretty little eyes for me or I will start over.” Your eyes shoot open.

“One” you're on your last leg if you're being honest. You need him to say those words, and quickly.

“Come for me, my love.” At his words, you feel all of that pleasure climax and the knot in your abdomen snaps, releasing all of that pressure that’s been building up for however long the two of you have been there.

The world seems to spin, all the while his fingers still slowly circling your clit, making you twitch and squirm, while he whispers in your ear how good you did and how proud he is of you.

By the end of it, you’re completely limp against his chest, panting, twitching and still moaning even though his hands have both moved to the back of your head, smoothing your hair down from its now wild state, sticking to the beads of sweat on your forehead. He kisses your temple a few times and moves you from your position straddling his leg to cradle you in his arms while he waits for you to calm down.

It takes you a few minutes to regain your sanity. “Do you want me to let you go back to writing?” You ask in a whisper, still tucked tightly against his chest.

He laughs at the thought. “Oh no, my love. After that divine scene I just witnessed, no. I’m not quite finished with you yet.”

N E ways,I wrote that all in the span of like 4 hours, everybody clap. I’ll probably post some fluff in a few days, who knows.

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aibloomie · 1 year

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KISSING XIAO UNTIL HE FALLS ASLEEP <3 (just pretend he actually sleeps and dreams shh)

ft: xiao x gn!reader

→ just pure and wholesome kissing, not really nsfw <33 this is funny to me because I literally just wrote a headcanon acknowledging the fact he DOESN'T sleep but it's okay. just had the need to write these before heading off to sleep, I better dream of him istg

the passion xiao held for you was unlike any other. his dilated pupils were a dead give away, paired with the way he looked at you as if you were the only living being that mattered. the manner in which he held you was enough to make butterflies stir within your stomach, hell it made you unable to think straight in the middle of the night when you would reminisce such intimate moments.

nothing and nobody would ever be able to replicate the way he made you feel. but as if you weren't already hooked enough, the adeptus himself was even more infatuated with you. he could no longer hide his overwhelming feelings for you. and how could he when all he could think about from morning until night was you? he would always be mesmerized by you, no matter if he was sent to entirely different reality plane from you. he simply could— and would, never be able to get enough of you.

he made that abundantly clear as his hands carefully explored up and down your torso and his lips moved flawlessly in sync with your own. you placed your hands on his chest to stabilize yourself as you pulled back to catch your breath.

the shiny gloss accentuating your swollen lips due to his kisses was enough to drive him insane. "you're breathtaking." he commented, lifting your chin up so he could look you in the eye.

you broke out into a smile, "yeah? I could say the same to you seeing as I'm having a hard time breathing just from kissing you." you pulled in for a short kiss and your next words were spoken in a whisper, "not that I'm complaining though."

under the beautiful illumination of the moonlight, you managed to see the flustered expression that xiao had from your tone of voice. thank god he wasn't standing or else his knees would feel weak. he responded by clutching onto the cloth of your shirt, his eyes scanning your expression before he buried his face into your neck.

"I can't believe this is actually happening." his warm breath tickled you. he truly believed his feelings for you were unrequited at one point, given how often he had to leave you because of his unavoidable responsibilities. and also considering how cold he had once been towards you, and how difficult it was to get him to open up. but this moment was real, you loved him too, and he was reminded of it by the chills he got whenever you touched him in any way.

xiao felt your fingers start threading through the soft and fluffy strands of his hair. it was like you had reached up and switched the "off" button for his mind, because his head went blank and all he could do was relish your gentle and loving touch.

the hold he had on your shirt slowly began to soften as you continued caressing him. you could feel his soft sighs and muffled incoherent mumbles against your skin, it made you smile because xiao was so incredibly unpredictable and vulnerable when he was truly comfortable. you had managed to get past his tough walls, and finally be able to make him feel safe like he has always done to you.

it took him a while to lift his head up again, he ached to continue kissing you but at the same time he was so comfortable in the warm confines of your arms that he could easily fall asleep against you in seconds. noticing his heavy and tired eyes, you placed your hands on either side of his high and defined cheekbones, brushing your fingers softly to trace them. "sleepy?"

"mmm." he replied, his eyes moving from your eyes and down to your lips in slow and repeated movements. "don't stop though." his voice was quiet, but ever so needy.

with an eager smile, you leaned in and held his face in place so he didn't have to waste energy on controlling his own movements. "it's okay, I'll do the work. you just relax and lay down, okay my love?"

he melted at your words, mumbling out an "okay." you raised your hips up to give him a chance to reposition himself so that he was laying down instead of sitting up against the headboard.

he tried his best to look up at you, but his eyelids were beginning to fail on him. when he felt you inching closer to him. xiao was completely at your disposal, allowing you to do whatever you wanted to him at any given time. he was yours and yours alone. his hands rested on your thighs, using his last energy to gently rub his thumbs against the skin.

being with you truly made him feel as if he was the only other being in the universe aside from you, because you were all he could think about to the point he even dreamed of you every night. perhaps that's why he felt so peaceful about his decision to allow himself to fall asleep— because he knew he'd see you despite whether he was awake or not. he looked forward to the sweet dreams his love for you would spring on.

your one and every kiss felt like silk to him, ever so soft and gentle, but enough to make goosebumps form onto his skin and leave his mind hazy with thoughts of you. he did his best to reciprocate the action, despite his tired state. rather than his heartbeat quickening, it slowed down because he was in complete and utter bliss with you.

"I love you, xiao." your sincere words made the tips of his ears red, and you could feel his cheeks heating up from under your fingertips. you kissed him once again and he could feel you smiling against his lips.

it didn't feel like you were two people kissing each other, but rather two warm souls embracing each other. all it took was for you to land one final kiss onto his forehead for him to finally doze off— waiting until he was in a deep enough sleep to meet you once again in his dreams <3

#genshin x reader #xiao x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader #xiao fluff #xiao imagines #genshin imagines

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jake-g-lockley · 1 year

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ooo hi!! can i request something with marc where he tells the reader a secret (any secret) while they're laying in bed together? just something cute and sweet and maybe a lil vulnerable, thank you!!

Forever Feels Like… (Marc Spector x reader)

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A/N: Heya lovely! Thanks for the ask, this is so pure ughhh. I added a little change but I hope you like this huhu <33 THIS GIF OF MARC LORD I WILL SIN HES SO BEAUTIFUL!! also THIS SONG UGH TAYLORRRRR

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One of your favourite things in the world was coming back home to a soft warm bed where no secrets are kept. It was a promise you made with the love of your life and he had intended to keep that promise, no matter how much the truth hurt. It was a difficult process, trying to get Marc to open up, but when he started doing it, he felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders and he realized that if he ever had secrets he wouldn’t mind sharing them with you.

Today was a particularly cold night. The city below was exceptionally silent and it wasn’t hard to get cosy in bed. You had a book in your hands, mouthing the words as Marc dried his hair off from his late shower, lighting one of your favourite scented candles before climbing into bed. He crawled towards you and settled his head on your tummy, wordlessly placing your hand in his hair and you smiled down at him, letting your fingers lazily twist his damp locks.

The silence between the both of you was something of a luxury, rich and comfortable, a silence that made you feel like everything was going to be alright whenever he was by your side. Sometimes, one of you would punctuate the silence with something that the both of you would giggle about and when your peripheral caught Marc staring up at you, you knew it was his turn today.

“Do you ever just pretend like you are in a music video when you’re listening to music?” Marc whispered.

“Huh?” you were caught off guard with his statement and you sat up a little, confused.

“Uhhh, nevermind…” Marc reeled back and your heart almost stopped.

“No, no, wait, do you?” you stutter out before you could lose your husband to his own dilemmas.

After a long pause, you finally got an answer from Marc.

“Yes…”

Your mouth twisted into a grin as Marc hides his face in his hands. You caught a blush creeping up his face and your heart fluttered at his cuteness.

“Tell me how.” you whispered, letting your hands curl around his wrist, gently tugging his hands to expose his beautiful face.

“No.” he mumbled.

“Baby, come on, you can’t spring a secret on me like that and not dwell into it. You know I will never ever judge.” you felt Marc’s vulnerability pulling at your heartstrings.

Marc takes a deep breath as you lace your fingers with his, kissing his knuckles gently. He gets up from where he is laying down and changes his position, so that now he was facing you.

“Sometimes, I just close my eyes and let the music soothe everything and it means that I eventually forget all my troubles and fall into a dream world.” he whispers, his breath fanning your face with how close he was.

You nod, egging him on.

“It’s just me alone, in a world without people and it feels safe and comfortable.”

Marc used a lot of things to cope over the years. He had believed in himself and therapy had been slowly taking the edge off things. You were glad that your husband was getting all of the help that he needed. Often you would find him doing things that would make you smile.

He’d like to seem tough around you but in reality, he was a real softy who deserved the world. Sometimes you would catch him fast asleep with his headphones on, and when you leaned down to press a kiss onto his cheek, you would catch Taylor Swift’s beautiful voice, making you giggle at his choice of music. It was endearing, the way he would smile softly in his sleep and snuggle his nose into the pillow.

“Then when I met you, you kinda changed everything, because then, all the songs had you in it.”

His statement caught you way off guard now and your heart thudded in your chest furiously.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.” He smiled softly and you swore in that moment, you will literally do anything for him.

“Oh Marc…” you whispered, tracing your fingertips on the lines on his face.

“Winters here are cold and miserable but you make me feel warm and loved.” He whispers, his lips meeting yours softly.

Healing was something that was hard for Marc. The idea of mortality was so confusing for a man that had died and come back to life. When the songs started to sound like they had been written about you and him, Marc choose to believe that he needed to cherish his mortality, choosing to hand it to you instead because he knew that you were the only one he could trust it with.

“Sometimes I catch myself daydreaming about you and I hate being a romantic but I guess it's ok since it’s you.” He sighs and you giggle.

“Says the man who lets me steal his favourite cookies.” you boop his nose and his face scrunches.

“You and me both know that the missing cookies are the work of elves.” Marc grumbles and you barked out a laugh before kissing his forehead. “Very sexy wifey elves.”

You used to dream of a man like this, one who would give you everything without a single question. You knew his love was genuine and he had so much love to give, so much so that it exhausted him. You searched hard for years but he turned up when you least expected him to and now here he was, this beautiful man, barring his secrets to you.

“I guess it’s my turn now huh, Spector?” you say, taking a deep breath and preparing yourself.

Marc nodded encouragingly into your chest where he had settled his head in. You gently wrapped your arms around him and held him close, twisting his hair between your fingers.

“Okay, mine has been a little thing I’ve been doing for the past few weeks. I’ve stopped wearing setting spray.” You sighed and Marc brought his head out of your chest and glared at you.

“Wait! Before you say anything, hear me out.” You say before Marc could berate you about that not being a real secret.

He nodded, snuggling back into your chest.

Marc had always been a big fan of the blush you wear. Everyday you thank the goddess called Selena Gomez and slowly press the cream foundation over your foundation. Marc always noticed when you wore it and would watch you with his head perched on his palms as you skipped around the kitchen making breakfast.

One day, you had forgotten to spray your setting spray and Marc kissed your cheek before you could say anything. When he pulled away, you noticed that the blush had transferred onto his lips, the light tinge of colour making your heart swell with happiness. He left to work like that before you could say a thing and from that day on, you decided to skip out on your setting spray.

“So yea, you’ve been going to work with my blush on your lips, babe.” you say finally and almost jumped when Marc began to laugh in your arms.

“I know.” Marc stuttered out between laughs.

“Huh?”

“Yea, I know, I’ve been doing it on purpose.” He raised his head to kiss your cheek with a big ‘MUAH!’

“You looked so cute the first time I did that to you, there was a small imprint of my lips on your cheek and I pretended not to notice, but I loved it. It just gave me a reason to come back and kiss you again and again.” he said, kissing you between sentences as you writhed and giggled under him.

“What god brought you to me?” You sighed, pressing your forehead to his.

“Weirdly, an Egyptian one.” Marc murmured.

“Ok, let’s not talk about big bird and summon him here.” you rolled your eyes at the thought of your husband’s ex employer.

“Mmhm, I’d most definitely wish to be alone now with my sweetheart.” Marc mumbled as his lips dropped to yours again and his arms curl around your waist, pulling you impossibly close.

You relaxed into his touch, accepting every single path you had taken to get to this single moment. Your heart swooned as Marc hooked your legs behind him, his nose dragging gently along your neck.

Secrets had never tasted so good.

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bloodwrittenballad · 7 months

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Bobby’s Got It Goin’ On | Bob Floyd x Reader

Summary: When Jake takes it too far, you step in

Warnings: Smut, oral (reader receiving, bc in my mind, bob is a pussy eating king!) fingering, consensual groping, blowjob in a car (0/10, do not recommend doing this) protected sex because!!! it’s a must!!! swearing, lil tad bit of angst, sexism? Hangman being, well, himself. Also, I suck at titles and summaries 🙃 18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. And please, let me know what you thought! Reblogs and comments are so very appreciated and help us fic writers <3 Xoxo, Parker

If there was one thing you knew for certain about Jake Seresin, it was that he had a loud fuckin mouth. And quite the talent at opening it at the wrong fuckin times. Like now, for instance. You and the crew were all at The Hard Deck, hanging out and celebrating getting through another long work week. Things were going well, you found yourself perched next to Bob, as the two of you made easy conversation.

You liked Bob, a lot. How could you not? He was sweet, smart, handsome as ever loving hell… Only issue, was he probably didn’t feel even the slightest bit same for you. That was okay though! Because in the end, you’d rather have a friendship with him than ruin it by telling him how you felt only to be rejected.

It was better this way, regardless of how bad it hurt or how much pestering you’d get from the other squadron members to just confess you feelings.

Pushing back the slightly depressing thoughts, you continued your focus on Bob, who was getting rather animated as he told you a stories from his childhood and teen years. Head thrown back in laughter, you couldn’t help but to gently slap his arm, a habit you had developed over the years and could never quite shake. Most people would have found it annoying, but not Bob. Never him. He found it endearing, plus… he couldn’t deny that the skin to skin contact was nice. You were so soft and warm, so, so… perfect.

Bob continued to blush while you giggled, “wow, Bobby, I never would’ve taken you for such a bad boy!” If his cheeks weren’t already as red as a stop sign, they certainly were now. “I wasn’t! Really! Just a… ya know, had a bit of teen angst, I guess.” Bob muttered, not being able to handle how goddamn beautiful that smile of yours was. “Well, teen angst aside, I think some trouble looks good on you. Kinda rouged. Chicks dig that, ya know.” You spoke with a soft smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes as you thought of him with any other woman than you.

Bob wore his usual lopsided smile as you said that, his skin feeling even warmer now. Jesus, you were so perfect. This moment was so perfect. Until it wasn’t.

Hangman, being the ever present thorn in your side, just had to go and ruin it. “Y’all wanna know what else chicks dig?” He spoke with a shit-eating grin as he plopped down beside you, making himself more than comfortable but not at all welcome. “Not really,” you huffed out through gritted teeth. A devilish smirk blossomed even wider on the blonds face, “chicks dig a man who’s tough and confident, unafraid to take charge and get shit done. Like me, sweet pea.” Jake ended with a wink, something that shouldn’t have pissed you off so much. But it did. He always managed to get under your skin in a way no one else could. He just had that effect on people. Obnoxious.

“Well, maybe some women aren’t into that,” you shot back. “Maybe some of us like a quiet, down to earth, gentleman who doesn’t boast about how supposedly great he is.” Jake barked out a laugh, his eyebrows shooting high up and almost into his hairline. “Damn, girl.” Jake whistled, “ya got fire in you, f’sure. Gotta find the right to manage that. Some prissy, sissy of a man ain’t gonna be able to tame it. Like Bob!” Said person looked up at you sheepishly for the first time since Hangman had crashed your little party. “Bobby here wouldn’t know what t’do with all that you got goin’ on, he uh, he just ain’t built for it.” Okay, so now you weren’t just pissed. You were fucking livid.

“And what the fuck do you know about anything, Bagman? Huh? What’re your qualifications to be making such claims? In fact, when’s the last time any of this macho bullshit actually worked on a woman? Cause ya wanna know what I think? I think you’re just an insecure little boy who acts like he’s gods fuckin’ gift to this world, like he’s got it all goin’ on for him. But you don’t! You can sure as hell act like it, but we all know you don’t. You wanna know who does, though? Bob. Yeah, that’s right. Bobby’s got it goin’ on!” By this point, you had stood up from your seated position so you could feel like you had a bit more of an upper ground, as you glared down at Jake.

Bob, who still hadn’t uttered a peep since Hangman’s interruption, saw how close you were to hitting the man and gently decided it was time to divert from the situation and led you outside. His hand, strong but gentle on the small of your back, guided you throughout The Hard Deck until you both found yourselves under the pale moonlight. “God!” you groaned angrily. “I mean, who the hell does he think he is? Such a prick! Like, I get it, you haven’t been laid in a while but fuck don’t take it out on people who don’t deserve it! It’s just so, so, so fucking frustrating. Aren’t you frustrated? I’m frustrated! No, I’m pissed! Oooh, I’m so pissed. I could go in there right now and punch him right in his stupid f-,” You stopped short in your rant, the pacing you started somewhere along the line coming to a halt.

Bob was just standing there, head bowed, not saying a word. “Bobby?” You whispered gently, mentally cursing yourself for your tangent now when you should’ve been making sure he was okay. Opening your mouth to speak again, Bob cut you off. “Did… did you meant it? W-what you said. I-in there? Or was that just to get Hangman off my back?” The shake in his voice made your heart crack in two, but what truly broke it was the look on his face. So unsure, so pained, so scared that it was all just a big fat lie.

“Bobby, I-” you started, but was once again cut off. “It’s fine, I-I uh, I get it. I do. No hard feelings. But, um, thanks for taking care of Hangman.” Bob went to pass out, presumably to his car so he could get the hell out of there and save himself any further embarrassment for tonight. Before he could make it far, you grabbed his arm, tugging him back towards you and pushing your lips to his. Bob left out a soft whine, immediately melting into the feeling of you.

The kiss was soft, warm, delicate and messy all at once. It was everything you ever dreamed of, it just sucked that the events of tonight were what led up to it. Pulling away, your hands went up to cup his face, locking eyes with his in the compassionate embrace. “I meant every single word, Robby. All that, and so much more.” Bob broke out in a smile, with you following not far behind, before he surged forward and connected your lips once more. This time in a much more needy and demanding kiss, with his and your hands roaming each others bodies.

A soft moan left your lips in a tiny squeak, Bob pulling away with a satisfied grin. “Maybe we should take this somewhere a little more private? Don’t really feel like sharing those noises with anyone else.” You gasped and gently hit his arm, like how you had earlier. “Bobby! You dirty dog! I cant believe you… but yes. Yes. Let’s go, now. Please.” Bob couldn’t help to laugh at the display of utter desperation from you, as he led you to his car. The second you were inside, a full makeout session ensued. You ended up on his lap, albeit with some struggle because his car was tiny, but you made do. Grinding on his growing bulge, you moaned widely, his tongue darting into your mouth. “Fuck, Bobby, take me home. Want you to take me home and fuck me so bad. Will you, please?” You whined and begged, and what kind of man would he be to leave you so needy like this.

After you were safe and secure in the passenger seat, Bob wasted no time on stepping on the gas as he made his way back to his rental. After the mission, many, if not most, of the original crew got a transfer. Yourself included, though unlike Bob, you’re place wasn’t as nice. That didn’t matter though, it was all small details in the end. Because now you not only had the best of friends, but you finally got the guy. And said guy was taking you home to fuck you.

The drive wasn’t long, but damn, did it make you needier. You weren’t sly in the slightest, as you snuck your hand slowly up Bobs thigh, climbing higher and higher, stopping just below where you so desperately wanted to touch. Bob gave you a look, eyebrow quirked, lips in a smirk. “This okay?” you whispered, just to be sure. “More than okay, darling.” He confirmed, and that was more than enough for you to launch your attack. Unbuttoning his pants, you make quick work of pushing down his boxers as far as they would go before his hard and ready cock popped out. Your mouth went agap at the sight, suddenly feeling drool looking at the edges of you lips as you took in the length and size of him. He was huge! “Holy shit, Bobby, you really do got it goin’ on.” And with that, you took him into your mouth.

He couldn’t reach all the way in, so you made due by streaking the rest of him. Occasionally groping his balls, which earned the heavenly sound of his moans. You continued bobbing your head up and down, savoring the taste of him and the way he swore. “F-fuck! Yeah, yeah, just like that. Taking it so well, j-just like a good girl.” You moaned at the praise, feeling yourself getting wetter by the second. Then, before you knew it, the car came to an abrupt stop and so did the blowjob, as Bob gently grabbed your cheeks and lifted your head. “As much as I’d love to come in your throat, sweet thing, I’d much rather continue this inside. Where I can really treat you good,” he said with a wink. Oh, god, he was so fucking hot.

The two of you managed to stumble inside, hands never leaving each others bodies as you nipped and sucked at any possible exposed skin, groping and grinding and messy as he led you to his bed and practically tossed you on to it. By the time you made it to his bedroom, both of you were almost fully nude, aside from the underwear you wore. Which were fully soaked now, by the way. And damn, did Bob enjoy the sit. Sinking down to his knees on the floor, Bob grabbed your legs and scooted you forward so your ass hung over the bed almost completely. “Fuck, s’wet f’me,” he mumbled against the skin of your thighs, your ankles now hanging over his shoulders.

He worked his way up, pressing kisses to the soft skin, loving the way you moaned and begged for me. “You want my mouth or my fingers, darling?” He asked, and the smirk he wore when you screamed, “both!” only widened. “If it’s both you want, baby, then it’s both you’ll get.” And with that, your panties were gone in a flash as he tore them off and dove right in. “FUCK!” you moaned loudly, your hands frantically clutching the bedsheets. “Yes, yes, yes! Oh, right there! Fuck yes!” He’d barely begun, still only using his tongue, as he lapped at you like a man starved. It was heavenly, the warmth of his tongue and the speed at which it tortured you with bliss.

Minutes, maybe even hours, fuck who knows how long went by with him in between your thighs, just licking and sucking and slurping at what you had to offer before he asked if you wanted his fingers yet. Of course you had screamed yes again, but it was all garbled and mumbled from the pleasure you felt. Bob chucked between you, the vibration a heavenly feeling on your clit. The added sensation of not just one, but two fingers prodding at your sensitive hole had your mind swimming in pure ecstasy. You knew you were close, and his fingers speeding in and out of you mixed with his tongue on your clit only brought on that freeing feeling. Bob must’ve felt the way you clenched around him, the way your thighs shook, and masterfully continued his work. Drilling his fingers inside of you and bringing your clit to rest in between his puckered lips had you exploding into a dazzling glow of orgasm you’ve never felt before.

Bob stayed between your thighs, fingers slowing down as he coaxed you through your orgasm. Once he knew you were good, he gently pulled his fingers out and tapped your thigh in a way of telling you “good job”. Climbing back onto the bed, he smiled down at your fucked out figure. The way your eyes were glazed over, your naked chest rising and falling. It was a beautiful sight to behold, and he was so lucky he got to be the one to do it. You smiled back at him, before slowly getting up so you sat on your knees with him on the bed, hands stroking up and down his arms. “As good as that was, and trust me, it was really good, I want you to fuck me for real now.”

Bob didn’t need to be told again, he bolted towards his bedside table, almost ripping the drawer out as he searched inside the messy compartment. “Aha!” He said victoriously, holding up a condom. You smiled softly at the man, who despite being a literal sex god a minute ago, still had the capability to be the goofy dork you’ve had feelings for forever now.

“You ready?” he asked earnestly once he got the condom on, you’ve never been more ready for anything in your life. “Just hurry up and fuck me, Floyd.” you said breathlessly, and that was more than enough for him to pounce on you like his life depended on it. His lips met yours in a flurry once more that night, the taste of you not gone from his mouth as he all but attacked yours. The tip of his cock met your folds in a blissful roll of his hips, making you gasp. Needing him inside you desperately, you grabbed his cock gently and helped him slowly guide it inside you, breathing out a sigh of relief once he filled you to the fullest. On your back, you laid there, allowing yourself to get used to the feeling of him. Bob, ever the patient man, didn’t move an inch until you gave him the go ahead.

Once the coast was clear, he was like a beast, snapping his hips at an unstoppable force. It felt so good, like all your nerves were set ablaze in the best way. Your ankles wrapped around his waist, your hands scratching up and down his back. The way he was bent over you gave him perfect access to your tits, to which he took full advantage and brought one of your nipples to his mouth. The feeling had you clenching around him like a viper, his hot tongue dancing around the sensitive skin of your breast brought you close to the edge again. His thrusts were hard and wild, but calculated, hitting the perfect spot every single time. You were both moaning like animals, swears and praises and the scent of sex filling the air as you fucked each other into the night. “Fuck, Bobby, m’so close. Wanna come with you, wanna come with you so bad.” you whined out, and Bob can’t think of a time in his life where he’s heard or experienced anything sexier.

“I’m almost there, my girl, fuck, so close. Just hold on f’me like a good girl, can ya do that? Can you wait like the good girl I know you are?” His voice was so gruff, deep and full of ecstasy. “Yeah,” you managed out in a high pitched whimper, something that made Bob’s cock twitch from inside of you. With a few more deep strokes inside you, he was ready, and he knew you were too. “Let go, baby. Come with me, fuck! You better come with me, baby, know you can.”

And so you did. And it was glorious. Earth shattering, mind blowing, you name it. Your skin was hot and sweaty, and you shook like a goddamn earthquake as you came, Bob not far behind as he experienced his own orgasm. Moaning wildly, he collapsed beside you the second he pulled out. The two of you lay there, breathing heavily, minds reeling from the most amazing and intense and powerful sex both of you have ever had in your entire lives. Once the two of you caught your breaths and energy enough to move, Bob cleaned the two of you up before pulling you into his arms. You laid there, head on his chest, looking up at him in pure fascination and wonder.

Yeah, Bobby’s definitely got it goin’ on for sure.

And Hangman can fuckin’ suck it!

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tom-foolery-incorporated · 1 year

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May I have a NSFW content where Thomas Hewitt and his S/O 'got it going on' in the bedroom? I would also love to have Thomas being handsy on her breast and often times likes to lick and suck on her tits.

Second slasher related titty ask I've gotten. Not shaming though! Slashers and titties go together like peanut butter and jellied fruit preservative <3

Also feel free to just say sex or fucking if you're comfortable. I'm not bashful xoxo

NSFW, MDNI, 18+, Thomas Hewitt, fem!reader, non-descriptive titty size, racially ambiguous, breast worship, titty sucking, mild lactation kink (no milk but mentions it), heavy breeding kink

Putting the blame wholly on Thomas wasn't reasonable. You had no right to be laid out in that sheer nightgown like that on his bed in his room. You knew it was a tough day for dear old Tommy so you decided to surprise him in the pink nightgown he loves to see you in so much. The baby doll cut accented your pink silk covered breasts while the sheer fabric of the skirt flowed over your legs. You laid there like a tantalizing piece candy for Thomas's viewing pleasure.

You felt a shiver crawl up your spine when you heard the click of the door being locked. After a hard day at work, all Thomas wanted to do was watch your beautiful form as your breasts bounced up and down with every thrust of his cock into your drooling pussy. Thomas made his way over to you trying to savor the entire image of his most dearly beloved laid out for his delight. You moved from a laying position to sit on the side of the bed. Thomas dropped between your legs to wrap his stout arms around your waist. His masked face lay nestled between your heavenly breasts, breathing in the sweet aroma of your perfume.

You glided your fingers through his black hair doing your best to get the knots out without a brush. His shoulders slowly drooped into a relaxed position as he became more lost in your form. Your legs were wrapped around Thomas's ribs as he continued snuggling himself into your chest. You could feel his broad hands stroking your back through the soft fabric of your sheer nightgown. Thomas slowly pulled away from you to push the straps of your lingerie down, further down past your shoulders until the sweetheart neckline of your nightgown was bunched up around your waist.

"They're all yours," you affirmed when the seconds between Thomas undressing your upper half and having his lips on your nipples was growing to be too long. He honestly just had to admire the way your breasts hung from your chest. The way your skin grew goosebumps at being released to the night air in his room. How your nipples hardened under the arousal he made you feel. He made you feel.

You gently brushed your fingers along his mask until you found the knot that held it in place on the back of his head. You made quick work untying his mask then gently slipping it off his face to gingerly place on the nightstand. He felt so exposed without the safety of his mask but with you the exposure didn't feel so frightening.

Thomas took the nipple of your left breast into his mouth. His lips brushing over your areola to take your perked nipple into his wet mouth. You let out a soft breath at the feeling of Thomas's tongue running over the sensitive skin of your nipple. His right hand found its home palming at the breast currently not being suckled into his mouth. The squishy give of your tits excited Thomas with every squeeze he would give you. You Held the back of his head to your breast. Your eyes were half lidded and your lips parted with silent breaths escaping.

He dragged his lips out over your areola again releasing your nipple from his mouth. Thomas never left you neglected, however, because he quickly returned to worshiping your form with open mouth kisses all over your tits. He held both of your breasts in both of his hands, pushing them up so he could worship as much of them as he could. You eagerly leaned back to make as much room for Thomas as you can. The salt from your skin tasted like the sweetest candy on Thomas's tongue. He kissed your breasts again, running his tongue over your skin to have more of your decedent flavor in his mouth once more. You let out a shaky moan when Thomas took the skin of your right breast into his mouth and sucked leaving his mark behind in the form of a hickey.

"Tommy," you said in a breathless whisper. Thomas looked up at you through the tops of his eyes as he returned to sucking on your breasts. You bunched your eyebrows together at the sight before you. Such a large and feared man on his knees sucking your breasts like a new born baby. You whined pushing your chest forward earning an approving groan from Thomas.

"Fuck, baby," you sighed. "Trying to get milk from me?"

It was a simple tease, really. With the way Thomas was so eagerly sucking your breasts you would have thought that he was a man starved of milk his entire life. To Thomas, however, a switch flipped in his mind. He could get milk from you if he really tried. Thomas wasn't a man that read up on inducing lactation but he did know that if you got pregnant you'd start producing milk.

He released your nipple with a pop earning a soft groan from you. The look Thomas had in his eyes, however, made you shiver. He stood up and grabbed your by the waist with his burly hands. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist has he climbed onto the bed with you underneath him. Your back fell against the mattress with your hands firmly on his broad shoulders. His calloused hands ran down your hips to the end of your sheer skirt which he pushed up. The panties you wore were simple white ones with a small bow at the front. You bit your lip and spread your legs more to give your lover easier access. Thomas took note of the wet stain you left on the crotch of your underwear with much delight. He knocked the wet fabric to the side as he bullied his fingers into your wet hole. Thomas buried his index and middle finger to the knuckle trying to feel everything your pussy had to offer. Your back arched upwards as your fingers dug into his shoulders through his shirt.

Thomas started out slow by gently curling his fingers inside of you. He burned the faces you made into his mind and as much as he was loving watching you writhe on his fingers, your breasts look oh so neglected. He leaned down to take your nipple into his mouth. He pulled back lightly mesmerized by how your breast followed his movements. You were wonderful. Your moans, the wet noises from your pussy, the way you shuddered in bliss under his touch, how the salt from your skin melted in his mouth. You were so wonderful.

Thomas didn't even notice but his fingers sped up to chase the increasingly loud moans you were making. His main focus was watching your face as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Your mouth hung open and your eyes went wide as you curled your torso forward. Thomas dropped your breast from his mouth leaving a string of saliva still connecting his lips to your nipple. Your body shuddered and your cunt tightened around his fingers bringing back memories to Thomas of the same sensation happening around his cock. He pulled his fingers out of your gripping hole as your panties slid back into place. Without a second thought he brought his fingers up to his mouth to lick clean, not breaking eye contact with you as he did so.

You weakly moaned as your body went flat against the bed once again. This man had no idea what he does to you. "Baby," you murmured, "please let me suck your cock." Thomas shivered at the way your lips curled around your words. The same lips that he had thrusted his cock through and the very same lips that beads of his cum dribbled out of. Oh how he loved to see your lips brushing against his pubic hairs as you take him down your throat but right now he was on a mission. Your pussy looked oh so empty with out his cock stuffed into it and so lonely without buckets of his cum buried deep within.

Thomas impatiently started fumbling his shirt off to toss to the ground. The lovely mix of fat and muscle that laid beneath the thick layer of black hair was more than enough eye candy to wait you over while he jerkily pulled his pants off. When Thomas crawled back on top of you, hands on either of your hips, you couldn't help but run your fingers through his coarse chest hair. Thomas shivered at your gentle touch and he almost felt bad for what he was about to do next.

With the sheer skirt of your lingerie still pushed up, Thomas grabbed onto the elastic of your panties and tugged. You gasped at the tearing sound as he tossed the useless white fabric to the floor. You looked up at Thomas with wide eyes and your lips parted but whatever you were about to say was pushed out of you in the form of a moan when he pushed your pussy open with his throbbing cock. Your walls happily parted to accommodate the massive girth that was him. Thomas returned to having a firm grasp on your hips as he started thrusting. You grabbed onto the sheets pathetically as he pushed you up the bed with every snap of his hips into your sopping cunt. You could feel your whole body heat up from the juicy noises your pussy made and the slapping of Thomas' skin against yours.

You almost felt your soul leave your body when you made eye contact with your lover. It was as if you were looking into the eyes of a predator. Fixed and focused on his prey, Thomas' gaze pierced through you. "Tommy!" you wailed throwing your head back. You looked like heaven the way your breasts bounced with every push of his cock into your cunt. His calloused hands moved from your hips to grab hand fulls of your breasts. He palmed the soft flesh and squeezed earning shivers and moans from you. His dick throbbed at the thought of you being filled with milk. You'd be knocked up and filled with his, and only his, cum. Thomas would bet anything that your breast milk would be the sweetest nectar he'd ever tasted. To know that you were carrying his child, your body prepping to care for them, made him want to keep you pregnant.

"Tommy! Tommy! Tommy!" you cried with your legs snaked around is waist. He groaned at the way tears sprung to your eyes, beautifully leaking down your cheeks. Thomas held the back of your head with one hand and your breast with the other as he took your lips with his. You moaned and whined into his mouth as your hands clumsily grabbed onto his hair for support. He groaned letting a soft whine slip into your mouth at the feeling of you tugging his black tresses. Thomas moved from your mouth to your neck to leave open mouth kisses across your throat. You could only lay there as he used your hole to sheath his cock into. His balls slapped against your ass with every thrust and you could feel your juices leaking down between your cheeks.

Thomas slid down to return to your chest. He kissed across the plump flesh of your breasts while the hand that was holding your head slid down to rub at your clit. Thomas pressed his fingers firmly down as he draw circles around your sensitive clit. You cried out in pleasure at the feeling of being so filled with cock while your clit was being toyed with. He latched back onto your breast, sucking your nipple hard enough you were sure it would bruise. He really way trying to get milk from you. The way you held onto the back of his head made his hips spasm then thrust faster. Claps of skin on skin echoed off the walls and you were sure you wouldn't be able to leave this room without hearing something from Monty.

A spark ignited within your stomach and your fingers slid from his hair to claw down his arms in bliss as another orgasm rams into you.

"Thomas!" you cried out earning and appreciative growl from the man sucking your breasts. You whined at the sensitive feeling of your cunt being pounded into. He moved his fingers away from your clit and wrapped both arms around your waist. Thomas was usually very gentle with you so it was easy to forget exactly how strong he actually was. You could almost forget if it wasn't for the way he both pounded into you and lifted you like a doll to move onto his cock. Shaky cries left your throat as he used your pussy as he pleased. Your lingerie was crumpled and twisted on your body from the way your body moved from Thomas's rampant thrusting. His eyes never once left yours as he growled and moaned at the feeling of your pussy around his cock.

Thomas really could get used to having his sweet little wife plump and knocked up if it meant he could fuck you like this every time. He thought about how your stomach would grow with the life he helped create inside and how your beautiful breasts would swell with milk. He shivered and gave one last snap of his hips before releasing gobs of cum deep within your womb. You shivered at the warm feeling of his semen being released into your warm cunt.

Thomas gently lowered you back to the bed as he caught his breath. Your lips parted as you panted from being fucked within an inch of your life. "Oh Tommy," you softly sighed, "you're so good. You're so good!" Thomas slotted his head between your neck and shoulder while supporting himself on his forearms that rested on either side of your head. You were too good to him. "Fuck Tommy," you mused, "you came so much there is no chance that I'm not pregnant." Thomas bit into your shoulder growling as his hips awakened at the mentioning of your wonderful body making way for his seed. You gasped and whined at the sensitivity of your over fucked cunt being used once again. It seems that tonight was going to be a long night.

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boombox-fuckboy · 2 months

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Hi!

I have been following this blog for a while now and I love using it to find new podcasts. I was wondering, if you have time, what you think is the scariest podcast you've listened to or what your favorite horror podcasts might be? Thank you, and I hope you have a great day :)

I'm so glad to have helped you find new shows!

I don't really get scared by horror podcasts (not sure why. It isn't some "I'm tough" thing, I get startled by the toaster, and it's not like I never feel unsettled or concerned or icked out at podcasts, just not scared) so I'm not sure I can give you a good answer on that one, but I'll gladly give you ten of my personal favourites instead:

Alice Isn't Dead: The podcast that got me into podcasts. A truck driver travels the USA looking for her wife, who until recently, she had thought was dead. Along the way she has all manner of strange encounters, and sees a side to the world that few truely comprehend.

Archive 81: A young archivist takes a job at a remote outpost organising and digitising a collection of tapes. On the tapes is a series of interviews and investigations made by a social worker in the 90s as she becomes familiar with a bizzare apartment building. The archivist, naturally, has an increasingly bad time. Each season is part of the same story, but they're all a bit different.

Ghost Wax: Recorded interviews conducted by the last surviving necromancer, and various people who died under seemingly otherworldly circumstances.

Hello From The Hallowoods: Supernatural and cosmic horror. A powerful and dramatic entity visits your nightmares to relay stories of the people (to varying degrees of both human and alive) who inhabit the beautiful and deadly Hallowoods. What start off as individual stories quickly connect to a larger narrative.

Hi Nay: A supernatural horror following a young woman named Mari, who's babaylan (shaman) family background draws her into helping people with various horrific supernatural problems around Toronto. Formatted as phone calls to her mother telling her what's happened.

I Am In Eskew: Often-horrific stories from a man living in something that very much wishes to be a city, and a private investigator who was, in her words, hired to kill a ghost. Many people seem to agree this one is scary.

Janus Descending: A xenoarcheologist and a xenopaleontologist are sent to investigate and sample the ruins of a long-dead alien city, and discover more than they anticipated. The format for this one is really clever: you hear her audio logs first to last, and his last to first, and the story is all the more heartbreaking for it. I'd recommend listening to the supercut.

The Lost Cat Podcast: A man befriends strange entities, loses bits of himself and drinks an awful lot of wine while looking for his cat. Soft and cosmic horror.

The Moon Crown: The shortest on this list, but also one of the most fascinating. A disgraced scribe living in a city of humans, beasts, and other bizzare entities, begins to recount recent happenings, and actions she has a hard time explaining, on broadcast. But the people she's hoping to reach might not be the ones listening.

The Silt Verses: In a modern world where gods are plentiful, both illicit and commercialised, two disciples of an outlawed river god go on a pilgrimage.

Although, maybe some other listeners can help me out and share what scared them?

#Please do note that these are not necessarily the *best* horror podcasts. They're my favourites.#audio drama #alice isn't dead #archive 81 #ghost wax #hello from the hallowoods #hi nay #i am in eskew #janus descending #the lost cat podcast #the moon crown #the silt verses #Or like. Some of my favourites.#hopefully this all makes sense I am sleepytired

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flightlessangelwings · 2 years

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Let Go

Joel Miller x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY), rough sex, unprotected sex, dom!Joel, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), overstim, established relationship, manhandling, use of “good girl” and “yes ma’am,” aftercare, soft!Joel

Prompts: “You can be rough. I can take it.” And “Good girl… that’s a good fucking girl”

Notes: Another fic written for @mattmurdocksscars follower celebration writing challenge!! And happy TLOU day!!! I love Joel so much, and he has so many facets to him that he can definitely be soft if he wants but also rough if you ask him to be. Let me know what you think cause I really had fun writing this one!!!

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For as strong and tough a person as Joel Miller was, he was always soft and tender when it came to you. Sure, in the past he had his one night stands, just a fuck to scratch that itch and release some tension. But with you, he was different. He was slow and soft and sweet and the perfect lover. He always held you so carefully as he ran his rough fingers along your skin. He always showered you with kisses and praises. He made sure you came at least once before he even thought about his own pleasure. He didn’t just fuck you… Joel Miller made love to you.

And it was mind-blowing. No one before had ever shown you such devotion or such care. You felt safe in his arms, and you were always left shaking and whimpering in the best way. Joel made you feel special and beautiful and loved in a way that warmed your heart. And you loved him so much for it.

But, there were times you wanted something different from Joel, something harder… rougher.

There were times where you saw him scuffle with a traveler at the bar who got too rowdy, or when you saw him fight off infected while out of patrol. And you couldn’t help the thoughts that raced through your mind: what if he manhandled you like that too? What if instead of treating you so carefully, he just threw you down onto the bed and fucked you like that time was all you two had? What if he left marks on your body and didn’t stop until you were in tears?

Tonight, you decided it was finally the time to ask him to fulfill your deepest desires…

“Joel,” you sighed as you writhed underneath him.

It took no time for Joel to wrap his arms around you from the moment he stepped through the door. Joel was always in a desperate mood whenever he came back from patrol, especially when he got back late. Perhaps he was worried he would come home to find you in trouble, that something happened to you while he was out. Perhaps it was just seeing death and destruction over and over again made him appreciate his time with you more. Perhaps it was a mix of both.

“Something wrong baby?” Joel’s voice was low as he pushed himself up onto his elbows. His breath caught in his chest for a moment at the sight of you completely bare underneath him, and he looked at you as if this was the first time he saw you naked.

“I want you to do something for me this time,” you buried one hand in his hair while the other stroked his beard. You loved how soft his hair was, and the more greys he got the more handsome he was to you.

“Anything, baby,” he replied without hesitation. Joel would truly do whatever it took for you. He would walk to the ends of the earth to find what you wanted, he would take a bullet for you, he would even find a way to bring the sky down if that was what you asked of him.

You grinned as the fire in his eyes made your skin warm and tingle, “I want you to fuck me hard tonight. Don’t hold back.”

Joel’s mouth dropped open. He did hold back with you at times, but it was because he never wanted to hurt you in any way. He always made sure you were more than satisfied, but sometimes that came at the cost of restraining himself. But, he also couldn’t deny that your request turned him on too, and Joel was sure you felt his cock twitch between your bodies.

“Are you absolutely sure, baby?” he asked as he cupped your face, “I don’t want to hurt you or nothin.”

You let out a deep breath, “I’m sure, Joel,” you pulled his face closer so that his lips hovered over yours, “You can be rough, I can take it. Promise.”

Joel smiled against your lips before he kissed you deeply, “Alright,” he whispered as he broke away, “But you gotta promise me you’ll tell me if it’s too much. Ok?”

Your face lit up with excitement as you felt a rush of arousal to your core, “Deal,” you kissed him again, “Now fuck me, Joel Miller. Let go, baby.”

“Yes ma’am.”

There was a flash of mischievous in Joel’s eyes before he dropped his entire weight onto your body and captured your lips with his in a heated kiss. You moaned into his mouth as you felt his entire body engulf yours, and you immediately surrendered to him. His tongue explored your mouth like it had a hundred times before, but this time his kiss felt different. It was more rushed, more desperate, more passionate than ever before. It was as if Joel was consumed with the need to taste every corner of you, and you willingly let him.

Your arms wrapped around Joel’s broad shoulders as you felt the comforting weight of his body over yours. Right away, you felt like you were on fire with the change in his demeanor, and you loved it. As Joel continued to devour your mouth, he rocked his hips against yours, his cock slowly but meticulously sliding along your folds.

“Mmm… Joel…” you murmured against his lips as he ran his hands along your sides.

“You like that, baby?” There was a hint of cockyness in his voice that he rarely showed. But you loved when he got like this.

“Yes,” you squeezed him tighter.

“You ain’t seen nothin yet,” Joel growled as he suddenly grabbed your wrists and pinned them to your sides so that your arms formed a cactus shape.

You let out a loud moan as you found yourself pinned to the mattress and helpless as Joel repositioned himself over you. Locks of his hair stuck to his forehead as he was sweaty already- perhaps he was just as turned on as you. Joel paused as he took in the sight of you in his grasp for a moment. Your breasts rose and fell with your deep breaths as you waited for what he would do next. In your eyes, Joel saw the same inferno that burned within him, and he knew your body well enough to know that you were greedily anticipating his next move.

“Shit baby,” Joel couldn’t help but slip back into his usual softness for a moment, “You look so fucking pretty like this.”

Before you could say anything back, the flip switched within Joel once again and he thrust himself into you in one harsh movement. Any thoughts you had flew out of your brain as he filled you with his cock, stretching your pussy in a way that he never did before. Without much foreplay, you weren’t as prepared as you usually were for his thick cock, and the sudden intrusion burned a little. But it was a burn you welcomed as you cried out in a mix of pleasure and a hint of pain.

Joel gritted his teeth as he tightened his grip on your wrists, “Fuck,” he groaned your name as he snapped his hips against yours and pumped in and out of you in a rough but steady rhythm.

Your screams and moans filled the room as you arched your back and wriggled in Joel’s grip. Tears filled your eyes as your pussy felt so stretched, and Joel showed no signs of backing down. It was overwhelming in the best way, and the hint of pain only added to your pleasure.

“Oh my… Fuck… Joel… Yes!”

“That’s it baby,” Joel cooed, “That’s my girl.”

Joel let go of your wrists and lowered himself over you so that his body covered yours once more. His lips found the sensitive spot on your neck and he bit down hard while he sped up his thrusts. The cry you let out went straight to his cock, and the way your cunt felt so tight around him drove him wild in a way he didn’t not expect. Joel had to admit he wanted, needed, this just as much as you did.

It took you several moments to realize your arms were freed. You were too engrossed with the feeling of Joel’s cock thrusting into you over and over again to notice anything else. But, once you moved your arms, you immediately wrapped them around Joel once again and dug your nails into his back.

He let out a low groan as he felt the string of your nails in his flesh, but it only spurred Joel on more. In response, Joel bit down on your skin harder and sucked at all the spots he knew drove you wild.

He was rewarded too, your cries only got louder the more he fucked you. You dropped your head back onto the pillows to allow him more access to your body as you wrapped your legs around his waist. You clung to him as if your life depended on it, and in that moment, perhaps it did. And between the way Joel rocked into you in fast, harsh truths, his own groans, and the way he nibbled at your skin, you felt the familiar build of your climax quickly approach.

“Oh my G… Joel… I’m gonna…”

Joel only growled against you and picked up his pace even more. Skin slapped against skin as he fucked you with everything he had until he felt your inner muscles clench hard around him and he knew you were about to cum.

Your orgasm crashed into you without much more warning and with a loud scream, you came hard. Your nails dug into Joel’s back so hard that they broke skin, but neither of you cared. All Joel cared about was fucking you through your climax… your first climax.

It took an astonishing amount of self control for Joel not to cum with you. He almost did, his own skin tingled and shots of pleasure radiated from his core. But somehow, he managed to save off his orgasm while you rode out yours on his cock.

After several more thrusts, Joel broke free from your grip and sat up. He paused for a moment and watched as you laid on the bed, your eyes fluttered shut and your face lost in bliss. You were a sweaty mess, and you looked absolutely radiant to Joel. And the feeling went directly to his still hard cock, which twitched and dripped precum onto your skin.

Joel ran his hands gently along your thighs and sides until he grabbed onto your hips, “That was fucking amazing, baby,” he mumbled in a low tone, “But I ain’t done with you yet.”

He took advantage of your state and used every ounce of energy to flip you over onto your stomach. You let out a surprised cry as your eyes shot open, and you felt disoriented for a moment as your perspective of the room suddenly shifted. Joel’s hands never left your body though, and he made sure he was in control of both himself and you. Even when he was rougher with you, your safety was always Joel's number one priority.

Joel lifted your hips up so that you planted yourself on your hands and knees while he kneeled behind you. From his angle, your dripping cunt was on perfect display right in front of him, and Joel couldn’t stop himself from tasting you.

Without warning, Joel leaned in and licked a long strip up your folds, which made you scream and drop your shoulders onto the bed. Still sensitive from how hard he fucked you, your entire body shook as he swirled his tongue around your clit and sucked and slurped at you greedily. You latched onto the mattress, desperate for a sense of ground as Joel devoured your pussy like a man starved.

“Oh fuck! Joel!” You cried out in pleasure as your head swam from the bliss that was his tongue.

But, just as his attack on your pussy started, Joel broke away just as suddenly. Though you couldn’t see it, his beard glistened with your juices even from the brief moments his mouth was on you. You let out a heavy sigh as you took a moment of calm. You knew Joel wasn’t done yet, and he was just giving you a break and a chance to stop if you wanted you. But you didn’t want to. You never wanted him to stop.

You felt the mattress shift as Joel inched closer to you. He ran his hand up and down your spine a few times in a comforting motion as he whispered soft praises to you, “You’re doing so well, baby. Fuck you’re incredible.”

“Joel… You’re… Love you,” was all you could mumble back.

He chuckled as he stroked his cock a few times and lined himself up with your entrance once more, “I fucking love you too, baby.”

And just as the moment of softness began, it ended as Joel thrust into you with one swift motion once more. You screamed as he cock stretched you at this new angle on your hands and knees. Like this, Joel hit deeper into you than before, and tears immediately filled your eyes as how wonderfully full and overwhelmed you felt.

Joel let out a loud groan from deep in his core as he felt your warmth and wetness surround him once more. He never got enough of how you felt around him, and how your cunt felt like it was made for his cock. His eyes rolled back into his head as he thrust in and out of you a few times, slowly yet deliberately. His pace was steady, yet harsh, and the pause between his thrusts gave Joel time to really savor the sounds you made and the echo of his skin slapping against yours.

But, Joel had another idea in mind. And while you were lost in pleasure with his cock buried fully inside you, he grabbed onto your waist and hoisted you up into his lap. You cried out as the cool air hit your face after burning it in the mattress, and the warmth from Joel’s body anchored you down. You felt his heartbeat against your back as he sat you in his lap and wrapped his arms around you, your legs folded on either side of him.

He made sure you were secure in his arms before he reached around and grabbed your breast. Joel savored the moan you let out as his rough fingers grazed across your sensitive nipples and your inner muscles clenched around his cock once more. This time, Joel wasn’t going to last, but he wanted something else before he came.

“I want you to cum again, baby,” Joel told you as he caressed your body and kissed your shoulder, “And I want you to give me everything you’ve got. Ok, baby? Let go for me. You think you can do that?”

You swallowed hard and took a moment to find your voice, “Yes, Joel. Anything for you, baby,” you opened your eyes and met his as you turned your head toward him, “Now give me everything you’ve got, cowboy.”

Joel chuckled before he kissed you, “You got it, baby,” he hummed in your ear.

Again, the flip switched within Joel and once he bucked his hips against yours, he was back into a different mindset. He kept a tight grip on you as he thrust into you from this new angle, and having you in his lap like that allowed him to hit spots so deep within you that you felt like he reached into your soul. You reached behind you and held on desperately as you felt him fill you over and over again in a fast, ruthless pace.

Skin slapped against skin as Joel growled and thrust into you harder, determined to make you fall apart again. It was a hard and fast pace, unlike anything Joel had ever tried with you before, but already both of you became addicted to the way he fucked you. Your cries of pleasure filled the room as Joel gritted his teeth and gave you everything he had.

While he kept one hand securely on your hip, Joel brought the other around your front and rubbed at your clit. The added stimulation made you scream so loud that Joel vaguely hoped that no one would come to check on you both. But the thought wasn’t enough to make him stop or cover your mouth. He wanted to hear every sound you made for him while he thrust into you hard over and over again.

Joel let out a loud moan of his own as he felt his climax quickly approach, “Cum for me, baby,” he groaned through gritted teeth as he rubbed your clit faster, “Let go, baby,” Joel repeated the sentiment from before.

“Joel…” was all you could manage before your body felt like it exploded from the intensity of your second orgasm. You trembled in Joel’s arms as you completely fell apart and you felt the gush from your pussy as you surrendered to the pleasure he gave you.

“That’s a good girl,” Joe’s voice was strained as he watched you cum, “That’s a good fucking girl,” he growled as he snapped his hips against yours until he too came hard. He grunted as he spilled himself deep inside you, both your bodies hot and sweaty and shaky until either of you had anything more to give.

Completely spent, Joel lunged you both forward until you both flopped down onto the bed. His body covered yours once more and his cock still buried deep inside you. All the breath left your body in a huff as you found yourself completely engulfed by Joel. You were exhausted and sore and you were sure you looked a mess, but you had never been happier.

For some time, neither of you moved, both too wiped out from the excursion. Joel only shifted slightly to make sure he wasn’t hurting you, but when you didn’t protest, he relaxed completely on top of you. The feeling of your pussy still around his softening cock was an extra comfort to both of you as neither were ready to lose the connection just yet. Even as the evidence of both your releases spilled out and stuck to the skin of your thighs, you and Joel couldn’t find it in you to care.

“How was that, baby?” Joel asked in a low whisper as he peppered kisses wherever he could reach, “I do ok?”

“Ok?!” you couldn’t help but laugh, “Joel, that was fucking amazing,” you were breathess as you reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze.

He joined your laughter, and the rumble of his chest was soothing against your sore body, “Good,” he kissed your temple, “I thought so too.”

Both of you would have been content to stay like that, but Joel quickly started to feel the effects of his roughness and he slowly pushed himself up with a groan, “Hang on baby, let me take care of you,” the tiredness was palpable in his voice, but Joel pushed through nonetheless.

You let out a soft whimper as you felt him pull out of you and off of you, and suddenly you felt cold and lonely without his touch, “Joel,” you rolled over onto your side and met his gaze from where he sat on the edge of the bed, “Just come lay with me,” you extended your hand to him, “We can get cleaned up later. I just need you right now.”

Joel looked at you with those big, soft eyes and the warm smile that he saved just for you, “Alright baby,” he whispered as he lowered himself back onto the bed and gathered you in his arms.

Back in his embrace, you sighed constantly as you rested your head on his chest and just listened to the sound of his heartbeat, “Your heart is going crazy, Joel,” you commented with a giggle, “Was that too much for you there?”

“Nah,” he quipped back immediately but followed up with a grunt before he added, “Maybe…” Joel conceded, “I’m gonna have to rest before we do that again.”

That made you laugh, “So, you’re up for this again?” you asked with a mischievous note in your voice.

Joel gave you a squeeze, “Yeah,” he placed a kiss to the top of your head, “But for now, let's get some rest. I’ve got you, baby.”

“I know you do,” you smiled brightly against his skin as you held him just as tight as he held you, “I’ve got you too, Joel.”

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Mafia! Stray Kids : When you act bratty towards them.

Warnings : public teasing, spanking, punishment etc.. Typical SMUT. MINORS DNI.

Bangchan

You sat on his lap, bored as he was too focused on the meeting. And obviously being too bored, your mind travelled to different places. You licked your lips at the way he knitted his eyebrows while focusing. The way his veins popped out in his arm reminded you of how it always popped out when he grabbed your thighs.

You got a great idea, a great idea of teasing him which was also your most idiotic idea. You placed your head on his shoulder as you started placing soft kisses on his neck. Bangchan's grip on your waist tightened as his breath hitched.

You got distracted when he announced that the meeting was over. You looked up at him confusedly. As everyone left, Bangchan pulled you up with him as he pinned you against the table. "You really decided to test me today, baby girl. I must say, I'm impressed at your bravery."

And saying that he flipped making your chest press against the table, "Oh how you're gonna get it from me." He gave you a harsh spank causing you to let out a whine. "You're gonna be screaming my name the whole fucking night." [Thanks to my beloved sister who helped me finish this faster]

Lee Know

You reached your orgasm for like the 12th time, making your eyes roll back, as you rubbed your thighs together. The vibrator against your clit started slowing down making you whine as you tried to hold on to Minho's hand. This made him completely stop the vibrator and remove it, tears welled up in your eyes.

"Oh you're crying, I thought you would enjoy this. You should have just thought about it before giving me that attitude, kitten." [This is dedicated to my beautiful friend @spoorti09]

Changbin

(This was hard because Changbin is a whole ass sub)

Changbin came from his mission, to find you in his office. He was surprised to see you come to his office even when he told you it was dangerous. He was not exactly surprised to see you talking back to him the whole conversation.

Changbin was oddly very patient with you until he reached his limit that he had to give you a warning about staying quiet and wait till you get home. The whole car ride, back to your house was painfully silent making you curse at yourself for acting so stupid.

Hyunjin

You were out for dinner with the other Stray kids members. You were clearly pissed off at Hyunjin because it was supposed to be your date night and he basically cancelled.

Being in your pissy mood led you to be very bratty making you whine at him to take you home. Hyunjin clearly had enough of your brattiness until he put his hand under your skirt.

He gave you a harsh slap on your thighs and pinched at your clit as you came closer to you.

"Princess you better watch that tongue of yours or I will have to put you back in your place in front of everyone."

Han Jisung

He may not be a strict dom Or an actual dom but when you do act out. You're basically telling him to take control and fuck you senseless. But he takes a lot of time to catch on to what you want that leads to him thinking you want him to submit to you.

But it gets more clear to him when you start talking back to him and break the rules which are kept between you two. He gets what you want and gives exactly what you want. Needless to say, he didn't hesitate to put you back in your place.

Felix

Though many people say that he is not a tough dom. I am extremely against it. My boy is damn kinky, and with you acting like a brat, it will fuel his kinky side and he gets an excuse to be more rough with you. As that being said.

"Princess, it's too much? Oh you wanna come again? I can't really hear you there you know?" You moaned against the gag ball as your hands now felt sore from how hard you were moving them against the metal handcuffs.

Seungmin

"My little innocent Y/n, I must say I'm very disappointed with your behavior. When did my obedient girl become like this. You know only good girls get to cum so stop fucking whining and take what you get." Seungmin said as he dived back in between your legs.

Your legs shook convulsively as you tried to control your orgasm, wanting to be good for him. Well you knew you wouldn't get to cum until he is satisfied so it was your dumb option to act bratty with him and you got what you deserved.

Jeongin

(MY MAN, OKAY MOVING ON)

Jeongin is one of the stricter doms of Stray kids. He wouldn't tolerate you misbehaving with him. So when you sent him a rather erotic video, it made his veins pop out. He hated when you touched yourself more when you used toys because what is he there for.

"My little slut, never learns does she? You can't keep your fucking hands to yourself can you? Touching what's not yours." Jeongin mocked you as his fingers were buried deep inside you.

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I felt like writing this out of NOWHERE. So there you guys go.

-Jeong Aera

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