#but buck reassured him and asked him to trust him

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 26, Unsurprising - Pt. 5

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of sex.

Word Count: 1.4k

Previously On...: Nat gave you some very interesting, and disturbing news.

A/N: ::giggles like school girl::

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“Buck,” you hissed, shaking his sleeping form. You hadn’t been on the phone with Nat for that long; there’s no way he should be sleeping this deeply already. “Wake the fuck up!”

He groaned and rolled over, looking at you through sleepy eyes. “Pocket?” he groaned, bringing up a hand to rub at his forehead. “I told you, I’m not just gonna fuck you if it doesn’t mean anything.”

You shoved him. “That’s not why I’m here, asshat!” you hissed. “Something’s happened!”

Bucky bolted upright and flipped on the bedside lamp. “What is it?” he asked, looking alarmed as he ran his eyes over your frame. “Are you alright? Are there complications? Do you need to go back to the hospital?” You were surprised that his immediate response was concern for your welfare, though you shouldn’t have been– Bucky had always been protective– until it came to protecting you from his actions, of course. 

“No,” you said, reassuring him, “I’m fine. Something happened at the Tower. With Carthage.” You quickly recapped what Natasha had texted you, adding the sparse details she’d provided during your call.

“So, she quit?” he asked. “That’s great!”

“No, baby,” you said, and if either one of you noticed the endearment that slipped out, you didn’t acknowledge it. “Fuck… I’m just gonna say it because I don’t know how to put it delicately: Jade’s an undercover Hydra operative and her mission was to bring you back to them so they could reclaim you as their asset.”

You weren’t sure what reaction you had expected from Bucky– shock? Anger? Tears? Any one of them, or, hell, a combination of all three, would have been more than appropriate and expected.

What you had not been expecting, however, was fucking laughter. You looked at him blankly for a minute, wondering if you’d looked this crazy when you’d started laughing after Dr. Carson had informed you of your miscarriage.

“It’s not funny, Buck,” you said, annoyed. 

“It’s fucking hilarious, doll!” Bucky gasped, tears coming to his eyes from how hard he was laughing now. “She’s a Hydra agent? She’s got TicTac followers, for Christ’s sake!”

You could feel your blood pressure rising in your veins. Oh, you were getting angry at him, now. “First of all, it’s fucking TikTok, and I don’t know why we have to keep having that conversation! And second,” you took a breath, knowing this was probably not the most appropriate time to start something, but not being able to let it go, “I cannot fucking believe that, after everything, all the bullshit you fed me tonight in the living room, you’re still taking her side, taking her word over mine, as if I would make an accusation like that without any fucking proof!”

Bucky’s demeanor sobered up in an instant, as if you’d physically knocked the laughter out of him. He reached for your hand, and you let him take it. “Oh, sweets, no– that’s not… that’s not why I’m laughin’. I believe you; trust me, I learned my lesson there. No, it’s fucking hilarious, because of course she’s a Hydra agent. It explains everything, actually.” He didn’t need to elaborate for you to catch his meaning– of course she would have only pursued him so aggressively because it was her mission objective to do so. He must have felt himself so foolish to think that she would have had real feelings for him. You thought for a second that the realization should make you angry– you hadn’t needed a secret agenda to love him, after all, but then, he probably thought you didn’t love him anymore, either; you’d certainly given no indication of it. Even now, he still viewed himself as so completely undeserving of affection, and that just made your heart heavy with sadness.

“I don’t think it was just her mission,” you said, not really sure why you were about to come to the defense of the woman who’d made your life a living hell, but also knowing that you couldn’t stand for him to think he was unloveable. “She had the perfect opportunity to incapacitate you and bring you back to them on the Russia trip.” Ugh, just saying those two words left a sick taste in your mouth. “You were alone, in their territory, and she… she had you in an extremely vulnerable position. It would have been so easy for her to incapacitate you there, deliver you to them. But she didn’t. Whatever her mission objective is, I’m pretty sure she’s got one of her own, and I think it’s just you.”

Bucky studied you quizzically. “Are you… trying to reassure me? Because trust me, Pocket, it’s no skin off my back if she never actually cared about me, though it does make me regret everything even more.”

“I just…” you struggled to find the right words. “I just don’t want you thinking the only reason someone would want you is because they were told to,” you said after a minute. “That they were pretending. I’ve seen the way she looked at you, and it drove me absolutely crazy, because I know that’s how I look at you, too. I’m just saying, in her own fucked up way, I think she does care for you, whatever that means to her.”

Bucky’s head tilted as he looked at you, eyes gone gooey. “Present tense,” he said softly.

“What?”

He held your cheek into his big hand, rubbing a thumb along the line of your cheek bone. “You said that’s how you look at me. Not looked. Present tense, not past.” 

You snorted; you’d walked right into that. “Just because I stopped trusting you doesn’t mean I ever stopped loving you,” you admitted. 

“Pocket,” he said, leaning closer to you, “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay? If you don’t want me to, just say the word, and I’ll stop.”

“What happened to not wanting to be intimate with me if it’s not going to mean anything,” you exhaled. He was impossibly close now, but you hadn’t told him to stop. Not yet.

His breath teased your lips. “I think we both know now it’s anything but meaningless,” he said. His lips brushed across yours in a whisper of a kiss. “Tell me to stop,” he said again in a final warning, but you both knew you wouldn’t. You couldn’t. All you could do was close the millimeters of distance remaining between you until his mouth was on yours, begging for you to let him in.

So you did. And it was like a sudden summer downpour after a drought. A ray of warm sunlight breaking through the chill of snow clouds. The first blossom unfurling from the ground to signal the true arrival of Spring. It was finally coming home, all encompassing and everything you’d ever needed, a promise of sweetness and new beginnings. And it was over all too soon. 

Bucky broke the kiss, chuckling as you greedily chased after his lips with your own, a pitiful whine escaping them at the loss of contact. “Come back here,” you grumbled, reaching for him to bring him closer, but Bucky leaned away from you. 

“Told you, sweetheart,” Bucky said, pulling down the covers next to him and beckoning for you to join him in the bed, “I’m not gonna have you if I can’t have all of you. Now get in bed.”

Son of a bitch. He wasn’t playing fair. “Not sure how that translates to me getting in bed with you, Barnes,” you said, definitely crossing your arms over your chest. 

Bucky rolled his eyes and picked you up, gently depositing you in the space he’d made for you inside his covers, and you couldn’t help but let out a little squeak. “If you think I’m gonna let you sleep on your own when we have no idea where Carthage is, you’re crazier than I thought,” he said, pulling the sheet and blankets up around you. “Now go to sleep.” 

If you hoped he was going to wrap you in his arms and hold you close while you drifted off, you were in for disappointment. Instead, he left a respectable distance between the two of you, then, checking behind the nightstand to make sure his gun was where he’d left it, turned off the bedside lamp. “G’night, sweets,” he called softly before settling on his side, facing away from you.

“Night, Buck,” you whispered into the dark, more confused than ever before.

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Lucifer as your Boyfriend NSFW

AN: I am starting to understand the hype around this man-

Tags: Lucifer x Gn!Reader, Smut, NSFW, Possible angst??, fluff. lots and lots of fluff. This is kinda lazy sorry. Not proof read.

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NSFW - TOP!LUCIFER

He’s big. A proud 7.5 inches. This man knows how to use it.

He’s always slow and precise with his moves. slow and hard is his trademark.

He gets off on making you beg.

He is the king of hell, but FUCK when you treat him like royalty he melts.

Protective. He will mark up every inch of your body so you know exactly who you belong to.

This man can make you cum in minutes with his tongue. He knows how to use it.

He doesn’t get jealous easily, He trusts you completely. However he gets insecure so he vents his insecurities into sex so he knows that no one else could get you like he does.

Loves to tie you up in intricate patterns. will tease and edge you as he does just so he can keep your interest.

He will choose your pleasure over his every single time. Sometimes he doesn’t even get off, it’s as if he forgets too. (but you’ll always correct that.)

Is usually soft and gentle with his movements but if you ask him to be rough he won’t hesitate to use you.

‘My gorgeous whore, filled with my cum.’

‘awe honey.. are you sensitive? I’m sure you can take another round.’

‘you’re so good for me, taking me like a champ. Come on baby, almost there. just a few more inches.’

‘Are you going to cum for me sweetheart? okay baby.. it’s okay.. i’m here, Cum for me. Scream my name. who’s making you feel this good?’

Huge cuddler. He loves to have his hands on you at all times even while he’s driving himself into you.

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NSFW - BOTTOM!LUCIFER

This man lives to serve. He’s obedient and keen to please you.

Always so cuddly but he will never outright ask for you to ruin him. He doesn’t want you to feel pressured.

He whines. He’s a mess while you use his body however he wants. constantly moaning your preferred name.

‘please.. please let me cum.. please i’ve been so good.’

He loves being fucked rough and hard, he wants you to use him until he can’t think.

Constantly needs reassuring (‘is this what you want?’ , ‘do you feel good?’)

Will completely melt underneath you while you ride him, bucking up into you as he desperately moans out.

Tie him up. he loves to be powerless.

Mark him up. show all of hell he’s yours. He doesn’t care what people he doesn’t care about think of him. He wants all of hell to know how lucky he is.

VERY CLINGY AFTER SEX. He is terrified you will get up and leave so he holds you close to him telling you how much you mean to him.

‘you made me feel so good baby. thank you..’

He loves to give you aftercare but he needs it just as much as you. he considers himself so lucky. He’ll kiss you constantly until you fall asleep in his arms.

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[cosmicmunsonwrites]

for the first time

pairing(s): bf!jj maybank x gf!fem!virgin!reader

warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, hair pulling, pet names, jj being a softy, porn without plot, slapping, praise kink, blood, aftercare

summary: finally ready after being with jj for 7 months, you ask jj if you can take it a step further.

authors note: tbh i’m probably gonna make two more parts to this so i hope you guys enjoy it

part one | part two | part three

not edited ..

do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

gif not mine

“what if something goes wrong? or what if i do something wrong?” you asked nervously. you cuddled in closer to him, legs tangled together with your head on his chest.

jj chuckled and ran a comforting hand over your thigh. “baby, nothings gonna go wrong. i promise. just relax and let me do all the work.”

you pouted lightly and cuddled in closer to him. “what if i like, accidentally punch you or something?”

that made him really laugh. “you won’t,” he said through his fit of laughter. “but hey, theres a first time for everything.”

you lightly slapped his stomach and hid your face in his neck. “that’s not funny, j.”

“it’s kinda funny,” he defended. “if you don’t wanna do this, we don’t have to. i don’t wanna make you feel like i’m pressuring you into this.”

you shook your head immediately against him. “i want to. ‘m just scared.”

“there’s nothing to be scared about, baby,” he reassured. “you trust me?”

“‘course i trust you j.”

he placed a soft kiss to your forehead. “then let me do all the work. i promise you nothing bad will happen to you when you’re with me. and if i do get punched or something, all good. sounds kinda hot.”

you slapped his chest again, making him laugh and pull you closer. he used the hand that wasn’t resting on your back to lift your chin up. he leaned down to gently connect your lips. he pressed in further and applied more pressure, hands finding your waist to pull you into his lap.

you smiled against his lips at his eagerness, only for the moment to be cut short when his hands squeezed your bottom through your shorts, making you gasp at the suddenness.

he used the opportunity to slip his tongue through your parted lips to begin exploring every inch he already knew so well. one of his hands came off your ass for a second just to come back with a hard slap. your hips bucked on top of his, making the both of you moan.

he grabbed your hips and smoothly rolled you over so you were now underneath him, jj straddling your legs as he began leaving soft kisses down your jawline and neck. once he reached the collar of your t-shirt, he tugged at the bottom. “can i take this off, sweet girl?”

you nodded and hummed. “mhm.” he swiftly pulled it over your head with your assistance of lifting yourself off the bed before his lips were back on you. they trailed down your neck to over the tops of your breasts then down your stomach.

you laughed slightly at the ticklish feeling. his hands held your waist as he splayed more kisses over your stomach, loving the sound of your laugh. you giggled harder and lightly pushed his head away. you could feel him smile against your skin as he kissed lower towards the waistband of your shorts. “you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he muttered against your skin. “can i?”

“please,” you said breathily. your lifted your hips off the bed as he tugged your shorts down and threw them somewhere on the floor. he tugged his tank off and over his head as he began to grow hotter, throwing it somewhere like he’d done with your shorts.

you marveled at his toned stomach and tanned skin as long as you could before he was back to leaving kissed above the waist band of your panties. “look at you, baby. bein’ so good for me,” he praised, grabbing your bent legs and spreading them further so he could kiss the insides of your thighs. “my gorgeous girl.”

you hid your face under your arms, beginning to blush at the compliments and praise you were getting.

he placed a kiss over your panties just above your core, hands soothing over the insides of your thighs. “still doin’ okay, sweetheart?”

you nodded. “‘m okay.”

“is it good if i take ‘em off?” he asked softly, hands still caressing your thighs lovingly.

you took a deep breath and nodded once again. “yeah.”

his signature smile returned before he was shimmying your panties off and stuffing them into his back pocket. “fuck, baby. you’re so beautiful.” he laid down between your legs on his stomach, his pointer finger lightly running down your slit to see how you reacted.

once his finger bumped your clit, your eyes shut and your hips bucked up slightly. he did it again, but this time, you felt his mouth on you.

his tongue ran up your core, stopping at the top to lightly suck on your sensitive little button. your head tipped back against the pillows as you moaned loudly and gripped the sheets by your head. “tastes so good, princess.”

your lips parted when he continued doing it, holding your hips down to keep your from moving to much.

“oh, fuck, jj,” you moaned breathlessly, your hips starting to grind into his mouth.

he flattened his tongue against it before dragging it down and prodding at your entrance with the tip of the wet muscle.

your teeth caught your bottom lip, trying to silence the moans that were begging to spill. he dragged it back up, moving to suck on your clit yet again but with more pressure this time. your hands flew to his hair, lightly pulling when the pleasure began to get to be too much for you to handle. “fuck, jj. feels so good.”

“doin’ so well for me, pretty girl. so fuckin’ good.” and his mouth was back on you again immediately. his middle finger prodded at your entrance, rimming around it as his tongue worked wonders on your clit. “can i?”

you felt his finger pressing against you lightly. “yes. please.” you begged weakly.

the tip of his middle finger gently slipped into you, allowing you to get used to the foreign feeling before slowly pushing in to the first knuckle. he watched your face contort from one of discomfort into one of pleasure in a matter of seconds.

“oh, god, jj,” you moaned out. “‘m so close.”

“you’re doing so fuckin’ good for me, angel. best pussy i’ve ever tasted,” he praised. he pressed his finger in further, slowly beginning to move it in and out when he heard your pretty moans become more constant. “think you can handle another?”

you nodded eagerly, opening your eyes for a second to look down at him. “mhm,” you hummed. he carefully added his ring finger, both now stretching you out in the best way possible. he curled them inside you, making you bite your lip so hard you were sure you had drawn some blood. “right there, please j, right there.”

he could feel you clenching around his fingers. “such good girl. you gonna cum for me? hmm? gonna cum on my fingers?”

you were so close. right there. all you needed was that last little push. and he was right there to give it to you. his mouth found your clit again, sucking and licking at it while his fingers thrusted in and out of you.

“oh fuck. jj, ‘m coming,” you warned, hips bucking up to meet his mouth, legs shaking and hands pulling at his hair. “fuck, fuck, fuck!”

he dragged it out a little longer before he felt your hands pushing his head lightly when the pleasure began to be too much. he slowly pulled his fingers from you and crawled up your body with soft kisses to follow, the last one landing on your lips. “you okay, pretty girl?”

you nodded, legs still shaking with the aftershock. “why is it doing that?” you asked, beginning to panic.

“you’re okay, baby. you’re fine. it happens. it was just intense,” he reassured, running his hand up your side and placing gentle kisses over the tops of your breasts.

you felt a gush between your legs, making you feel uneasy. when you leaned up on your forearms to see, you could see the white milky liquid tinged with red pooling between your thighs.

jj could see the embarrassed look on your face. “hey, hey it’s okay, sweetheart. it was your first time, happens to everyone. you’re fine, i promise.” you covered your face with your hands. “it’s fine. i swear. nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“j, i just bled on your sheets,” you said almost painfully.

he shook his head and got up to grab some towels. “it happens, baby. you’ve never had anything inside you and now that you have, it’s gonna bleed a little. it’s all good. you enjoy yourself?” you nodded shyly. “then don’t worry about it. i got a washing machine for a reason.”

he gently ran the towel along your puffy cunt, wiping up the mess the two of you had made before getting up to put the used fabric in the bathroom.

he disappeared once more before returning with a bottle of water. “here. drink some,” he said as he handed it off to you. you thanked him and took a few sips and he made himself comfortable next to you and waited for you to cuddle into him.

“you did so good for me today, pretty baby. might have to do this more often.”

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kinktober !

kink: watersports

pairing: han jisung x fem!reader

wc: 2.6k

watersports: sexual activity that typically involves urinating on or being urinated on by others.

Jisung was embarrassed. You could tell that. Despite the erection still straining his boxers, he’d pulled his hoodie over his hands in a cute attempt of hiding from you and the porn you’d just caught him watching. His eyes are watery, bottom lip quivering, and you place a chaste kiss on it to reassure him.

“Baby,” You began, and he whined, burying his face in your shirt. “It’s not a big deal. Everyone has their kinks.”

You meant it. But, when you’d found Jisung palming over his erection, moaning freely in your shared bedroom, you hadn’t expected to catch him watching piss porn. A woman pissing on a man, to be exact. When you thought about it, though? It made sense. It was Jisung, he was a self-proclaimed freak and… well, it was really fucking hot.

“Y-Yeah, but it’s weird,” Jisung mumbled, still burying his face in the fabric. “It’s… it’s pee.”

You cooed, pulling his face from your t-shirt. His round cheeks were burning red, newly dyed black hair floppy over his sweaty forehead. He was just so cute, and he was still hard. That tracked. Your baby did like being humiliated. 

“Well, I have something to tell you,” You put on a stage-whisper for that part, and Jisung nodded eagerly, waiting with bated breath. He always fell for it. “I think it’s fucking hot too. So, I wish you’d just asked.”

He gasped, grabbing at your waist with his sweater paws. “Really? You think piss is hot?”

“I do,” You moved quickly to straddle him, legs either side of his hips and clothed pussy pressed directly onto his erection. If anything, he’d gotten harder. You leaned down to mouth over the column of his neck, and his hands finally emerged from the hoodie, gripping you tightly as he let out a pleased sigh. “I need you to tell me. Do you want me to piss on you, you piss on me, or you piss inside me?”

“Yes,” Jisung responded, quite intelligently. You giggled, and when you pulled back to see his face properly, he was smiling, too. He was normally like this, all shy and embarrassed to bring up a new kink with you, but once you reassured him - which you always did - he was elated immediately. 

You grinned back at him, trying not to coo at his cute little teeth and round eyes. Oh, you had an idea. It was filth, and Jisung would love it. “Do you trust me, Sungie?”

“With my life,” Jisung replied solemnly. He meant it, too. “I trust you with everything, my baby.”

“Mm, good,” You mused, pulling his boxers down. His length sprung out, and it always surprised you when you saw just how hard Jisung got. He was always solid, leaking beneath his foreskin and balls clenching at a gust of air because of how sensitive he got. You wrapped one hand around his tip, pulling the foreskin back and biting your lip in approval when he dribbled one pearlescent drop of precum for you. It landed in his pubic hair, and you wiped it up with your thumb, pressing it into your mouth. Jisung looked like he was about to ascend. “Do you need to pee, baby?”

Jisung gasped, leaning up onto his forearms. “I- I mean, yeah, I do, I- God, I was holding it while I got off.”

You tilted your head to the side, digging your thumb into the slit on his cockhead. Jisung’s hips jolted, his legs thrashing beneath you as he let out a pained moan. He loved it. “That’s dirty. You’re holding it right now? Where were you going to piss?”

Jisung wailed, throwing his head back on the pillows. You carried on jerking his cock, focusing on the tip and dragging your thumb over the cockhead every now and again. It had him bucking his hips every single time. “I was- I was gonna piss myself, Jesus- I can’t think, oh-”

“Oh, okay. You were gonna piss yourself on our bed, just hoping I wouldn’t notice the sheets were changed?” You asked, and Jisung nodded, cheeks burning crimson. You huffed out a breath, then moved off of him. Jisung started to protest, but quickly shut up when he noticed you wiggling your trousers and panties down. You were wet, you knew that, and he was going to have a heart attack when you told him what you were planning. “Hold it up for me, baby.”

Jisung bit his lip, teeth digging into the flesh painfully. He pulled his hoodie up to his chest, exposing honey toned skin and his nipples, pebbled and sensitive to the cold air. You watched with bated breath as he wrapped a hand around his cock, holding it upright for you to sit on his length.

“You’re really…? Are you wet enough, or-” Jisung was cut off by his own moan when you sank down onto him, bottoming out instantly. “Oh, you are wet enough- Jesus, this pussy, baby, I could fuckin’ die here, oh my god-”

“Yeah?” You sighed, starting to bounce on his cock. Jisung’s hands went to your hips, fingertips digging into the flesh almost painfully. His cock always filled you up just right, not too big that it hurt and thick enough for you to feel the stretch. “Your dick feels fucking amazing too, Sungie.”

“Oh, god,” He huffed, air blowing the strands of his hair off of his forehead. He gripped your tank top, struggling to pull it down underneath your tits. You watched, amused and grinding your hips over his as he tried to set your chest free. “Baby. Baby, help. Tits. Need to see ‘em.”

“Need to see them?” You cooed, pulling your shirt over your head. Your tits bounced in your bra, the lace rubbing against your nipples feverishly, and Jisung moaned when you undid the confining material. His lips immediately latched onto your pebbled bud, running his tongue over it over and over and groaning deeply into the skin as you picked up the pace. “Mm, Jisung, baby?”

“Mmyeah?” He responded, muffled against your tit.

“Did you forget?” You questioned, and he pulled back, staring at you obliviously. His round eyes were even wider, blinking at you in question. “You need to piss, baby. Where are you going to do it now?”

Jisung choked on air, fingers running down to your thighs. “Hnng, I do need to piss, so fuckin’ bad. Where- where can I, I’m inside of you, and- oh. Oh.” He smiled in realisation and rubbed his nose against yours. 

“Yeah, baby, you’re gonna pee inside of me. Dirty fucking boy,” He kissed you deeply before pushing deeper into you, making you moan in pleasure. You leaned forward, clutching his semi-bare chest for stability and digging your nails into his skin as he thrusted up into you at a feverish pace. You let him take control, hips making the flesh on your ass ripple with the force of his movements, and then he was halting. 

“Pissing, oh fuck, I’m pissing, baby,” Jisung groaned, eyes shut, and you felt the stream begin. You whined out as it filled you up, a golden stream spilling out of your tight, drippy hole and cascading onto his hips beneath you. “Oh, my baby, that’s so dirty, I- I can’t stop pissing, oh-”

“Filthy,” You mused, breathing unevenly as you ran a thumb over his bottom lip. Jisung parted them immediately, still groaning through the emptying of his bladder as you spat in his mouth, licking into it afterwards. “Fillin’ me up so good, baby, it’s going everywhere.”

It really was. The sheets were soaked now, wetting your knees and creating a puddle beneath Jisung’s ass where he was laying. He let out one last moan and then lifted you up, his strength always surprising you.

He smacked his wet cockhead against your clit, grinning when it made you whimper. “Hold it in there for me, clench nice and tight.”

You obliged, tensing your pussy to keep his piss inside of you. It felt so empty without his cock. Jisung sat up, pulling his hoodie off and revealing his broad shoulders before throwing it to the floor. Just as quick as he’d pulled out, he was pushing you back onto the bed to lay on top of you, and then he was mouthing wet kisses all the way down your body. 

“I’m gonna taste it,” He murmured, finally reaching your pussy. You moaned, nodding. “I’m gonna lick my piss from your pussy, baby, shit, hng- it’s so fucking hot.”

“It’s so hot,” You agreed, letting him push your thighs apart. You registered him starting to pump his cock again against the wet sheets, and then he was spreading your pussy with two fingers of his spare hand, causing the liquid to spill out. Jisung groaned, delving into you with his tongue. His eyes looked up at you, half lidded but still so big and round, dark with passion and holding everything he wanted to do to you behind them. 

Wet noises rang around the room and you shifted against the sheets, letting your muscles relax. More piss streamed out of your core, making Jisung breath heavily against where he was making out with your pussy with renewed fervour. 

Then, you felt it. “Oh, Jisung,” You whined, pushing back his dark hair with one hand. “I- I gotta piss too, baby. Where- where…?”

Jisung looked up at you, groaning. He pulled away from his cock, wrapping both hands around your ass and pulling you impossibly closer to him. You were spread open like this, and with one thumb he was pulling back your pussy, tapping on your clit with his tongue. Oh. He wanted you to piss into his mouth. The sounds he was making vibrated into your core, and you squirmed, before you were letting go.

It overflowed again, because of course it did. The whole exchange was messy, Jisung whimpering into your core until eventually his eyes shut, drinking everything you had to give him. All you could feel was how achingly wet your pussy was at the filthy exhibition, watching your boyfriend’s face get more and more pink and pussydrunk just from tasting your piss. If you knew he was into this, you would’ve tried it a long time ago.

Your stream eventually tapered off and Jisung whined, sucking your folds to try and get more of the liquid out of you. You gasped, soothingly pushing some of his hair back with your hand. 

“Ji, baby, c’mere,” He obliged, his cock even leakier when it poked into your thigh with his movement. You let him pull you into a filthy kiss, tongue tainted with the taste of the two of you. It made you squirm for him, pushing your legs apart to try and catch him inside of you. Jisung allowed his cockhead to glide through your folds, every part of the both of you so wet and messy. You huffed, murmuring against his lips. “Sungie, I need to cum now.”

“I need to cum too, so bad. ‘S so fuckin’ hot,” He responded, reaching down to press his cockhead inside of you. His tip breached your hole easily, given the stretch from earlier and how soaking wet everything was. Your body glided across the sheets with the mess, and Jisung grabbed your thighs to ground you. “You wanna do this the way you love, baby?”

You perked up at that. “What do you- oh.”

Jisung moved your ankles onto his broad shoulders, and then he bottomed out. It was so deep that way, cock hitting your cervix in the most delightful mix of pain pleasure and you always got so loud that you and Jisung only reserved the position for special occasions. This felt special. 

“Oh, fuck, baby, that’s deep,” Jisung grunted, and he started to thrust into you. He let his balls slap against your ass in a delightful slow, passionate pace, and you whined, hands going to grip the sheets above you. Your tits bounced with every thrust, yet Jisung’s chocolate eyes were fixated on your face, watching your every expression. “Do you like my cock, baby?”

“God, yes, hmph. Love your cock, oh-“

“Yeah? Love it so much you pissed so nice for me,” He groaned, letting his hips pick up a bit. The noises around the room were filthy, wet slapping sounds ringing off of the walls and you just couldn’t stop wailing out at the pleasure. Jisung’s head fell to the crook of your neck, bending you almost impossibly. The pleasure in your pussy overrode any uncomfortable pressure in your thighs. “Oh, your pussy’s fuckin’ m-magic, oh yeah.”

“Cock’s magic, Ji,” You mumbled in response, eyes falling shut. Jisung chuckled, a huff of amused air that hit your skin and heated up the area. “It’s so wet, it feels so w-wet, I-“

“‘S wet ‘cause we pissed everywhere,” He huffed, running his tongue over your skin. His thrusts were desperate now, the hair on his pubic bone scratching your clit in the most insane form of pleasure. “We pissed everywhere, baby, it was so fuckin’- oh, it was amazing, I-“

“Are you getting close, baby?” You whined, rubbing your fingertips over his neck. “I need you to cum for me, I need you to fill me up again, with your cum this time, I- oh, I’ll cum with you, Ji, I promise.”

You were both rambling, and Jisung pulled back, nodding solemnly at your words. His pouty lips parted, revealing his tongue running over his teeth as he tried to focus on pleasuring you. He didn’t have to do much - his cock was so hot and hard inside of you, veins rubbing against your walls in the sexiest way. 

“I’ll- oh, fuck- fuck it, c’mere,” Jisung murmured, and then his hand wrapped around your throat. You squeaked, not used to the dominant move from your usually submissive boyfriend, but he definitely knew what he was doing. It got your pussy to clench impossibly tighter, clit throbbing with his heavy thrusts into your g-spot. His tongue ran over his teeth again with a wide smile at your fucked out expression. “T-That’s it. Good girl, good girl.”

“You’re- oh, you’re g’na make me cum,” You keened, fingernails digging into the sheets. You were sure you were ripping holes in it. “God, you gotta piss in me again soon, baby, was so-“

“I know, I know. I loved seeing you piss like that, was so fuckin’- so sexy, so sexy, my b-baby,” He slurred, eyes fluttering shut. You whimpered when his hand tightened around your throat, and then you were cumming, clit aching with the neglect but still an outrageously good orgasm nonetheless. You felt your pussy gush on his cock, soaking it more somehow, and Jisung whined, hips stalling against yours. 

With one more shallow thrust, he was cumming, filling you up again. His hands dropped to your hips and moved you in a slow grind, head falling back as he used you to ride out his orgasm. You didn’t mind - you were pliant, lax against the bed anyway. Easy to move, at least. 

Jisung huffed out a breath, letting your hips fall back down and kissing your nose softly. He didn’t pull out, instead collapsing directly onto your chest. 

“We need a shower, we’re gross,” He mumbled, hair soft and tickly against your skin. You giggled, running your fingers through the strands and making him let out a noise akin to a purr. 

“You’re the one who wanted to play around with piss.”

“Hey!” Jisung yelled, staring up at you. “You found it really fuckin’ hot too, so don’t lie.”

“Mm, I did,” You responded, stretching your arms above your head like a cat. “Actually, I didn’t really get it all out, so I kinda need to-“

You squeaked out when Jisung sprung off the bed, pulling you off by your wrist. 

“Shower,” He mumbled, pulling you into the bathroom. A quick look at his cock told you it was getting hard again, and you laughed in disbelief, shaking your head. 

“Okay, Sungie. Shower.”

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[antiquarianfics]

Therapy

Sometimes all a person needs is a little reassurance they’re not a bad person.

A/N: I’m rewatching TFATWS and the therapy scene broke me tbh. Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader Warnings: None. Note: I do not own the character Bucky Barnes or any other Marvel affiliated characters.

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“And if he was wrong about you, then he was wrong about me!”

Bucky’s words make you tense, and you feel your heart clench. Your eyes shoot from Bucky, to Sam, to Raynor. Neither Sam nor Raynor seem as affected by Bucky’s words as you. You suppose, however, his therapist would only see Bucky’s confession as a breakthrough, and his friend, in his anger, would only see it as selfish.

Bucky seems to realize he admitted something not only to the room, but to himself. It was clearly not his plan to share such a thought, and it was clearly a thought he didn’t want to admit to himself.

—

Later, when Sam, Bucky, and yourself are sitting on a plane, headed to meet with Zemo (against your protests), you finally bring up the impromptu therapy session with Bucky.

“Sweetheart?” You say, pulling Bucky’s attention from a random spot on the wall he’s staring at to you.

The hardened expression on Bucky’s face melts away as he looks at you.

“Doll?” He responds, mimicking your same questioning tone.

You bite your lip anxiously before leaning forward and planting a kiss on his lips. The kiss takes him slightly off guard, but he happily returns it. The kiss takes you slightly off guard, too, because you kissed him to buy yourself some time to figure out what you want to say. After a second, you pull away, anxiously biting your lip again.

“What was that for?” Bucky asks, a goofy smile gracing his lips.

“Uh…” you trail off. “A distraction?”

“A distraction?”

“Uh, yeah. I needed to distract you while I figured out what to say.”

He shoots you a questioning look, but you continue before he can say anything.

“What you said earlier, to Sam,” you start, voice unsure.

Bucky sighs and leans back in his seat, closing his eyes.

“Y/N,” he says, a pleading tone lacing each syllable of your name. He doesn’t want to talk about this.

“Bucky,” you argue, “I just… I just want you to be okay. Do you really think that? That Steve was wrong about you?” The thought upsets you, and you can tell he knows it.

“Wasn’t he?”

“No.”

“Doll.”

“James.”

He meets your eyes and you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Steve trusted Sam with his shield—with his legacy. Steve was a better person than all of us. If… if he was wrong about Sam, then he was wrong about me.”

“First of all, Steve was just a man. He wasn’t a god, and we need to stop talking about him like he was. He was a really good man, yes, but just a man. His opinion on any one person or any one situation is not inherently the right one. Second of all, that’s a logical fallacy and you know it. Steve gave Sam the shield because he believed he would do with it what was right. Sam did exactly what he thought was right. You have to stop blaming him for that. Third of all, Steve wasn’t wrong about you. If he was, Buck, you’d be in prison, but he wasn’t and you’re not. You’re here, with me, with Sam, and you’re trying to make the world a better place.”

Bucky stares at you. You’re so adamant, and it scares him. He knows you’re right, but even if you weren’t, he thinks he’d believe you simply because you’re so sure of yourself. He swallows.

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

You sigh in relief that he’s at least agreeing with you.

“Y/N?” He asks. You hum in response.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

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[nxiispire]

HI HI HI! MY KIND OF A MOOT FRIEND ON BOTH GENSHIN AND TUMBLR EHE🤭

so i saw that ur reqs were open and ever thought of corruption with xiao???? i just feel like it would work so well

|･ω･`)ﾉ a/n : hihi!!!! tyty nobu for your wise ideas hehe

✰ [ nxiispire ] .. ! Corrupting Xiao

cw : corruption k1nk, loss of v1rginity, sub!xiao

no cause i think about this way more then i should ( ˘･з･˘) he’s just so urrrgg

Thinking about how for a majority of Xiao’s life he thought of himself as merely a weapon, his only purpose was to kill for the sake of others. So of course the idea of indulging in humanly pleasures was forbidden, it wasn’t even something he considered, seeing sex as just a method of reproducing.

Though of course when he eventually found himself looking over wangshu inn, he inadvertently became aware of humans habits to have sex, not for reproducing, but for pleasure.

Despite the curiosity, Xiao never thought such meaningless pleasures was meant for him. He didn’t even know if someone like him was even capable of feeling like that. That was until you came around.

Xiao had no idea that the touch of someone else could fee so good.

Admittedly it took him awhile to warm up to the idea of physical affection. It took him a ridiculously long time for him to not jump out of his skin at a mere hug. But he trusted you, and slowly he began to anticipate your embrace (only in private of course), even letting you kiss him from time to time.

But unlike the slow work up to hugging and kissing, in the heat of the moment you and Xiao took the next step in your relationship in a single night. Xiao didn’t quite understand the difference between innocent hugging and kissing, and full blown sex, so he wasn’t too  apprehensive when you asked if you could start undressing him during a heated make out session.

But by the time he realised how different these acts were, he was feeling way to good to stop.

You had your hand wrapped around his cock, slowly jerking him off while muttering praises into his ear, telling how good he was being and how pretty he was.

He almost sobbed at your praises, as the combination of this newfound pleasure and your words felt almost too much. He began bucking his hips up into your hand as he felt an unfamiliar feeling being to rise in his stomach.

“Ahhah- mhh shit i feel- i feel like- aAhh” he paused his efforts to express how he was feeling in order let out even more pornographic moans.

“i- i feel like i’m going ahh~ to explode!!” he whines out, finally finding the words to express this new feeling.

“it’s ok you can let it all out ok? just let go and cum for me” you reassured, feeling as though you could finish at the sight itself. And at your command he came with a loud moan, jerking as you rubbed him through his high.

Xiao didn’t have time to think about what just happened as his eyes began fluttering shut, purely exhausted from the intense orgasm he just had.

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[sprout-fics]

I think abt this all the time so I need to ask you. // whumpy ask ahead

Do you think simon’s ever afraid to sleep with/near his partner bc he gets violent night terrors and he’s terrified he’ll hurt them trying to ‘defend’ himself during a ptsd episode? I don’t think he’d ever be intentionally violent or scary, but I mean the man has been through a metric fucktonne of shit and clearly has survival instincts that rival a grizzly bear, what if he had a night terror and that self-protection instinct kicked in before he could register that he’s safe, he’s not in danger, that someone he loves is on the other end of his self defence? What if he hurt them on accident? What if he’s really as rotten on the inside as he pretends not to be? What if he shatters their trust? The trust he never deserved anyway? What if he’s a monster?

Anyway this thought consumes most of my waking moments. I love him. Put that man in a Shituation

Dark Vision

(Simon 'Ghost' Riley x OFC 'Fix')

(Of Shadows and Bones Masterlist)

Rating: PG-13 Wordcount: 1.5k Tags: Established Relationship, Sleeping Together, Angst, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, Second Person POV Warnings: PTSD nightmares A/N: Anon I literally could not resist not only putting that man in a shituation, I will put that man in a shituation with my beloved Fix

He’s talking in his sleep again.

Strange half-mumblings, words with no meaning that you can hear from behind you, curled as you are on your makeshift bedroll. The abandoned cabin on the rise overlooking your RV point does little to insulate against the chill that comes just before dawn. Both your forms are swallowed in darkness as Soap sits outside on third watch, vigilant for any approaching trespassers who may have followed you from the village the three of you had cased for traces of Makarov. Simon had taken the first watch, and you second. By the time you’d come inside to lay down he’d been curled on his side, solidly asleep and clutching one of his blades in a steadfast grip.

Almost as if he was protecting himself not from his pursuers, but from dreams.

“Tommy-”

Your worried frown deepens as the garbled, cracking call from the soldier behind you. You’d situated yourself not far from him, hardly touching except when you’d stretched out your legs. He’d twitched when your boots had grazed against him, and you thought for a moment he’d wake, levy a snarking remark at you. Instead he sucked in a deep breath, released it, and once more fell still. Now, you can feel him twitching in his sleep- little jolts and shudders as he bodily tries to fight off whatever shadows haunt his mind. 

You shouldn’t wake him. You know better than that. Simon isn’t one to appreciate coddling, would merely buck you off and be sour for the next day until he forgot about it. Really, you should just go sit outside with Johnny, feign an excuse of sleeplessness and leave Simon to his restless dreams. 

“F-Fix-”

You nearly startle at that, eyes blinking as you’re suddenly wide awake. You sit up, twist to look at Simon’s shuddering form, curled around the knife in his hands with a death grip. He arches, groans at some unseen entity, the sound dragging low in his chest. Again, he calls your name, and whatever phantom clutches at him feels as if it bleeds into your own marrow, whispering fear and ruin.

You shouldn’t wake him.

You really shouldn’t.

You feel your heart race as you gently lay a hand on him anyways, a soothing touch to his shoulder that he doesn’t notice. 

“Simon.” You whisper softly, gently scooting closer to him. “Simon, love, it’s just a dream.”

The shiver in his limbs seems to abate a bit at that, and you watch as the grip loosens around the blade. You breathe in relief, feeling him grow lax as you continue to whisper to him in reassuring murmurs, trying to ward off his demons that haunt him even in sleep. 

“It’s alright, Simon. You’re okay. I’m right here.”

You lean over him more fully now, hesitantly arranging yourself closer to the curl of his spine. Perhaps the proximity is what he needs, the comfort of another’s touch that he’s always so hesitant to ask of you. Nevermind that Soap is outside. Johnny understands to some degree the relationship between you and Simon, and you pray he’ll ignore any murmurs he hears at least until he can needle you about them later. 

You’re careful as you quietly press in behind him, your hand on his shoulder hesitant, and then firm as you adjust your weight-

You feel him stiffen a moment too late.

Simon awakes with a snarl, a wild, feral beast in his fear as he twists towards you, rolls you under him in one swift, powerful motion.

You bring your hands up automatically, years of close combat roaring to life as you try to protect yourself from his violent reaction. Fortunately his movements are weighted with sleep, sluggish to some degree, allowing you to block the hand that moves for your windpipe, seize the wrist holding his knife and drag it well to the side. 

It’s still sheathed.

Simon struggles for a moment, and you watch as he sucks in air, chest rising and eyes bright as he tries to make out the figure below him in the darkness. His instincts are on overdrive, adrenaline fully fueling his blood before he was even awake. You know he doesn’t see you, he sees a threat, something that tried to rouse him for ill-intent. For all he knows you could be an enemy, an ambusher, someone trying to kill him in his sleep. 

You could be Roba, one of his men.

He grapples with you, twists your hands with a little grunt even as you try to shove him off. Your heart thumps wildly in your chest, but there’s a part of you that knows that this is Simon. Simon, who has slept near to you a dozen times, who has been in your bed, who has saved your life, who knows your real name, who once smeared blood from your cheek with a fondness that had stolen the air from your lungs. 

“Si-” You try as he hauls your hands above you, forcing yourself to go into limp surrender so as to show you aren’t a threat. “Simon, it’s me. It’s Fix.”

His shoulders are heaving as he finally stills, the blade planted on the floor next to your head. You can see his eyes glinting in the darkness, wild and unfocused, slowly dawning with realization at the sound of your voice. 

You force yourself to swallow the rush of startled surprise in your throat, trying to even your breathing and show him you’re alright. He tenses as you speak. 

“It’s alright, Simon. It was just a dream.”

Simon stares down at you in the darkness, past his mask, eyes wide with shock. There’s a flash of something you can’t name, one that passes over his eyes quickly as it too fades behind the facade of something forced. 

“Fix.” He rumbles, voice hoarse. 

You summon a shaky smile. “Yes, love. It’s me.”

“You’re-” He starts, before biting off his words, unwilling to finish whatever sentence has poisoned his mouth. 

He releases you then, his adamantium grip slowly sliding off your wrists as he braces above you, staring. 

“You were having a nightmare.” You tell him in the silence that follows, and it doesn’t truly touch the words you want to say.

You called my name in your sleep. You were afraid. What did you see? Tell me, please, so I can make it better.

He rolls away from you so his back is once again to you, and you want to chase him, press yourself to his spine as if you’re a shield for his peaceful slumber. 

“Go to sleep, Fix.” He tries, and he sounds so tired, weary in a way you want to aid. You observe him, the way moonlight catches on his shoulders from the open window, the hunch of himself as he tries to shake the remnants of his forbidden vision. 

“Not tired.” You tell him in return, and he sighs- with annoyance or with resignation, you aren’t sure.

You reach a hand for him. He tenses. 

“You shouldn’t have woken me up.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

He’s silent at that, and even with his back turned you know he’s fidgeting with his gloves, a sign of distress. 

“I could have hurt you.” He says, and it’s almost angry. Not at you, but at himself. 

You observe him silently, seeing the steady rise and fall of his shoulders, the way his demons chase him into wakefulness.

“You’d never hurt me.” You tell him, and you watch him sink at that, head bowing forward. “Would you?”

“No.” His answer comes quick, and to anyone else it sounds only prompt. To you, it sounds almost desperate.

“Simon.” You murmur, and stretch forward to touch him again. You lay a hand on his shoulder, and he sucks in a breath, pauses, before he gently lays a gloved palm against your fingers. 

“It was just a dream.” You tell him again. He doesn’t nod, but he understands, this you can tell. 

“You should sleep.” He replies, softer now, tired and tender. 

“Only if you try to sleep too.” You offer, and scoot forward so your cheek now rests on his shoulder, feeling him fully relax against your touch. “Just lay down with me. You can stay awake if you want.”

Simon is silent for a moment, and you hold your breath in anticipation. At last, he turns towards you, arranges you in his arms with his back towards the window, his head tucked at the crown of your head.

You rub gentle circles into his hip as he lays your head on his arm as a pillow, curling around you protectively, almost possessively, as if daring his nightmares to touch you.

You don’t speak. There’s little else to say. You know someday he’ll tell you the thing he saw, the vision of you that had him cry out your name from his nightmares. You trust him to carry it until he’s ready, to keep you in his trust until then, and far after. You curl closer to him with a soft sigh, let your eyelashes flutter into a soft doze. 

The knife remains in its sheath, beyond his reach.

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[august126]

✮Tutor✮

SUMMARY: you’re Ethan’s tutor and he finally passes a quiz, you want to reward him.

WARNINGS:dick sucking,and Praise Kink

WORD COUNT:1,043

you had been ethan’s tutor for a while now, whilst he knew a lot in economics, he still struggled, so your teacher assigned you to be his tutor until he didn’t need you anymore. he often gave you rides to the library, so it wasn’t as bad as mindy made it out to be when you first told her that you would be tutoring him. she told you to be careful, that he was number one on her suspect list, and she couldn’t trust him. 

you didn’t believe her, he was just a nerd, honestly. 

the next time he picks you up he seems excited about something, so you blink at him and raise a brow, “did something happen?” 

he smiled like he had been itching for you to ask that question, so he turns off the engine from his already parked car and turns to you, “you know the test i had to retake?”

your head tilts in interest, “mmmhhmmm…”

he bites his lip for a mere second, “i passed.” 

your mouth widens from a gasp to a smile, immediately moving to pull him into a hug, “you did so good, ethan! i told you, you already knew the stuff you just needed a push, you’re so good at this. i’m so proud of you.” 

you can feel his smile against your ear, “thank you— i wouldn’t have done it without you.” 

you finally pull away, noticing how his cheeks are tinted a cherry pink, but not why, “is there any way that i can reward you, maybe i’ll take you to dinner—“ your eyes finally fall to study him for a second, before they notice the bulge in his pants, that he almost immediately tries to hide in embarrassment, “oh my god, ethan!” 

you’re laughing, not in a mocking way, or to humiliate him, but rather in shock, playfulness. the idea of him being hard because of you, or something you said, something about that was so adorable, “stop—“ 

your head tilts again when you look at him, lower lip tucking underneath your teeth before you lean in, “or… maybe i can reward you by fixing that.” 

you can hear his sharp inhale, and the way his heartbeat speeds up when his eyes finally meet yours, to find the genuineness in your words. he blinks a few times, processing your words, “okay.” 

“is that okay? if not— we don’t have to, i can just take you to dinner and we can forget about this—“ 

his lips curve to a smile, “no, no, i want this, it’s okay, do you want to?” 

“i wouldn’t offer if i didn’t want to, ethan.” 

“right,” he bites his lip gently when you lean over the console, hands gentle as they move to undo his belt. the sound of metal against metal is clearly something he hasn’t heard before when it’s done by someone else, especially in the way his cheeks flush even more, almost panting already. 

excited, he was so so excited, it was taking everything in him to not buck up when you move to the hem of his underwear once his belt is off. your eyes flicker to his one more time to make sure it’s okay, and he gives you a small nod of reassurance. when you move to pull his boxers down slightly and to pull his cock out, he first licks his lips at the feeling of the fabric against his dick before hissing when the cold air meets his skin. 

you can’t help the way your eyes widen at the sight of him, he was big, bigger than you ever thought he would be. you’d heard rumors that he had a tiny dick, was a virgin, even some that he had a big dick, but you never imagined it to be like this. the length and girth of it almost had you salivating just at the sight.

”jesus, ethan,” your thoughts come out as words. 

“is it too small—“ he immediately becomes insecure, and your eyes widen at him in disbelief. 

“small? you’re kidding, ethan, this is the biggest dick i’ve ever seen.” 

he chuckles sweetly, his cheeks now a furious red, “you’re lying.” 

you scoff before finally leaning down to where his dick was, being held by your hand at the base, “no way.” 

your breath against him was enough to make his dick twitch in your hands, a small whimper rumbling from his chest. that was enough motivation for your lips to split open, taking his tip into the warmth of your mouth. you could hear his hand grip against the leather of the armrests next to his seat when he felt your mouth on him, another whimper coming out as soon as you move down further, tongue flat against the underside of his dick, noting one of the veins that ran up it. 

“oh my god—“ a whine slips from his cherry lips, flushed from how much he had been biting and licking them. he pants heavily when your head comes back up, tongue swirling around his tip, whimpers came out with every move you made. this was definitely his first time receiving head. 

your eyes close as your head bobs on him, saliva coating his dick with ease. his whines, whimpers, and moans are something you could never get sick of, especially when the pitch gets higher as you swirl your tongue around his tip again. his hips stutter for a second, he was trying to buck up, to thrust into your mouth. 

“holy shit— i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna fucking cum—“ his moans grow higher in octaves when you go back down, tongue still playing with the vein that decorated his dick, it wasn’t until you had reached the base, practically deepthroating him that you felt the warmth of his cum shoot into your throat. it’s hot, and salty, but you swallow it as soon as you move back up and off of him. 

his eyes are watering, and his breaths are heavy, he looks so cute. 

you pull him in for a sweet kiss, the saltiness of his cum on your tongue when your lips collide. 

“can we do this again sometime?” he mumbles against your lips. 

you smile against his, “we’ll see.” 

#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x y/n #im thirsting over him so bad rn #scream vi smut #ethan landry x reader smut #Scream #scream 6 smut #scream smut

[explorevenus]

I NEED A EDDIE FACE RIDING

YES.

OH YES.

first of all thank u for the request, i appreciate your patience ♥ and second of all i imagine that eddie loooooves giving head and probably spends an unhealthy amount of time thinking about u sitting on his face like,,, pretty much since u met. sooo why don't we give the man what he wants right ?? <333

nsfw (18+) - minors dni !!!

word count - 1.1k

warnings - none really just some good ol' fashioned face riding

my masterlist ♥

fic under the cut,, thanks so much for reading and i hope u like it !! ♥

"B-But what if I squish you?"

"You're not gonna squish me, honey."

"But how will you breathe?"

Eddie's lips parted in a smug chuckle, thick lashes fluttering as he replied, "I'm not really worried about that either. There're worse ways to go."

Cheeks burning, you swatted at his chest, voice breaking in a shy whine, "Eddie!"

He simply caught your hands in his with a gentle laugh-- he gazed up at you from where he laid on your plush, pink bed, as you were sat on his stomach, knees tucked to either side of him. It wasn't like he'd never gone down on you before, in fact it was one of his favorite pastimes-- his words, not yours-- but now that he was asking you to sit on his face, you found yourself inexplicably nervous. You'd never tried it before, not just with him, but with anyone. Certainly you were intrigued, just worried about the logistics.

Lucky for you, Eddie had practically mastered calming your nerves by now, having familiarized himself with the quirks in your thought processing enough to break through them, when the situation called for it. Big brown eyes softening, he reassured you, "I'll be fine, I promise. I wouldn't ask you if I felt otherwise, m’kay?"

"A-Are you sure?"

"Positive. Now, have a seat, princess," He encouraged, tone dropping to that husky whisper that he knew always cut right through you, fingertips hooking into the hem of your thin cotton panties.

Blushing at his words, you buried your face in your hands as he helped you shimmy out of your underwear, but of course he was quick to call you out on such behavior. "Hey," Eddie warned, "C'mon, sweetheart, no hiding. Lemme see you, hm? Wanna see that pretty face while you ride mine."

That definitely didn't help with the blushing, but he'd convinced you all the same. You pulled your hands away, however hesitantly, tilting your chin down enough for him to see, though you still had a hard time meeting his eyes. His thumbs dragged back and forth on your soft thighs as he waited patiently for you to collect yourself. With a mildly unsure breath, you squeezed his hands for comfort before scooting yourself forward, hovering shakily over his face in what you could only guess was the right position. Your heart was hammering away inside your chest, accompanied by a familiar growing heat between your legs. For a moment, driven by anticipation, time slowed to a crawl.

Pupils swelling with lust and adoration, Eddie smooched lazily inward until his lips met your dripping cunt, pulling you downward by your hips until you were properly seated. Almost immediately your jaw dropped in a breathless gasp, “O-Oh, fuck, Eddie...”

With his mouth otherwise occupied, he couldn’t exactly reply with words, but the slight chuckle he let out against you was enough to communicate his pride, both in himself, and in you for trusting him. Clearly you were right to do so. His tongue slipped teasingly inside you before trailing upward to swirl around your jewel, and you drew in a sharp breath in response, hips bucking forward as your shaking hands quickly found purchase in his thick, curly hair. The motion only seemed to encourage him.

Sucking harshly on your clit, his tongue slid forward to flick at the swollen bud, sending waves of white hot pleasure through you. You let out a broken cry, trying desperately to keep still as your hips trembled above him, thighs tightening over his ears. Face burning, you subconsciously began rocking into his ministrations, the (perhaps irrational) fear of suffocating him slowly melting away to make room for the glittering heat that was pooling up inside you. As if to encourage you further, he tugged you down just a little more by the plush your thighs, fingertips printing into your skin until you fully relaxed your weight into him. 

He lapped at you greedily with a satisfied hum that ricocheted through your core, making you jolt and clutch his hair at the roots. Your breathing faltered, chest rising and falling in stutters, and as you looked down to check on him, you nearly thought you would faint-- Eddie looked exceptionally good between your legs, the inky black of his pupils swallowing up almost every last trace of that familiar coffee color as he raked up the length of your quivering body with a hunger you almost couldn’t believe. By the looks of it he was in his element, and he was enjoying himself just about as much as you were. After all, he’d been waiting on this for a while.

Dragging the flat of his tongue up the length of your cunt, collecting a pool of your slick arousal in his hot mouth, the two of you moaned almost perfectly in sync. His hands slid upward and back behind your hips, cradling your body and rocking you into himself a bit harder than you were on your own, sending white hot pulses of pleasure deeply through you with every seemingly minute bump of his nose against your heat. As much as you hesitated to admit it, you could feel your peak looming on the horizon already, and quickly at that. Surely he could tell, but Eddie certainly wasn’t cutting you any breaks, the devil that he is.

“E-Eddie,” You gasped, blushing body misted with a thin sheet of sweat, hands fisted tightly into his locks. “I’m close, I-I’m getting close--”

Your words trailed off as he sucked your swollen, aching clit between his lips, before pulling back with a soft pop just enough to free himself to speak. “No one’s stoppin’ ya, doll,” He mused, taking a short moment to catch his breath before he continued to mercilessly devour you.

As if his encouragement was the only thing holding you back, your eyes screwed shut and you let out a breathy, high pitched whine as that coil deep in your stomach wound itself tight, and then snapped. Sparks showered over you in rhythmic waves, and you couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed anymore as your pussy clenched around nothing, and your cum flooded his tongue. Grinning against you as he held you down by your thighs to lick you clean, he truly looked like the embodiment of the cat who got the cream.

Only once he was satisfied with his own performance did he let go of you with a parting squeeze of the flesh, fingertips trailing softly down the length of your legs, and in the aftermath, it quite tickled-- it was hard not to giggle a bit as you jolted away from him, toppling over on to the bed beside him as he tried to subtly regain control of his breathing. His lips and cheeks glistened with your arousal, and donned a proud smirk.

Eddie reached for you, rubbing your back as you shook and caught your own breath. “Good girl,” He hummed. “I take it that wasn’t so bad, huh?”

#goddess on the mountain top #summit of beauty and love #venustext #sintext #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut

[mvltisstuff]

hii!! i hope your summer has been/was wonderful!!

if it’s possible could you do an evan buckley request to “begin again” by taylor swift?

where reader was in a really rough relationship and now with buck he’s treating her like an actual goddess and she’s constantly questioning to herself how she deserves it and mentioning how weird it is that he actually cares about/loves her.

thank you so so much in advance!! 🫶

begin again - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

gif from @meep-meep-richie

a/n: guys i’m SO sorry i have been so slow again w the fics, i’ve just been trying to enjoy summer as much as i can, but i certainly have some coming your way ;)) thank you for the request love, and i hope the rest of your august is lovely <3 i did a bit of a different style with this, hope you enjoy

“can you keep your location on this time?” her boyfriend asks, seeing her getting ready in the mirror.

“i’m just going to work, thomas,” y/n chuckles, thinking it was harmless, but she was his eyes roll almost to the back of his head.

“i’m just asking you one thing, y/n,” he groans.

“i just think you could trust me, i have a long shift today,” she brushes her hair back into an elastic, getting her belongings before grabbing her phone. she always tells herself that she’ll stand up for herself, but she falls into his traps anyway. she presses the small button hesitantly, showing him her location.

“hi, buck!” she greeted, as he walks in the door. he jogs right up to her, kissing the side of her cheek as she giggles into his touch. “i’m going out with some friends tonight, but i’ll be back before you know it so we can spend time together!”

“don’t rush, baby,” he laughs. “take your time with your friends, have a fun night.” he goes to love his stuff onto his counter, but she follows up behind him.

“oh, here, i’ll send you the link to find my friends,” she looks down at her phone, so she doesn’t see the confusion written all over his face.

“the link to what?”

“i’m just gonna send you my location, so you don’t have to ask.”

“honey, i don’t need your location,” he smiles lightly, giving her reassurance and it’s her turn to be confused.

“a-are you sure?” her nose crinkles along with her brows.

“of course, i trust you, always,” he tells her, letting the weight on her shoulders drop. she was hoping he wasn’t mad, but he would never, ever get mad at her for something as silly as that.

“oh!” she says, shocked but still appreciating him. “okay, thank you, i’ll be back in a bit.”

“don’t thank me, just be safe,” he pecks her lips again, watching her skip happily out the door.

y/n looked back in the long mirror again, slipping on a pair of heels to compliment the adorable dress she was wearing. they went along perfectly, and now she finally had an occasion to wear them. she was thrilled to show thomas her outfit, feeling pretty in her own skin and twirling the dress out in the mirror. she turned around, expecting a bright smirk on his face, but she was met with a flat expression.

“what’s wrong?” she asked, concern written in her words.

“nothing,” he grumbles, moving over to adjust his sleeves and grab something from the nightstand.

“no, somethings wrong. i can tell in your voice.”

“y/n, leave it,” he sighs, looking over at y/n who’s still waiting for a response. “are you sure you want to wear that?”

“what do you mean?”

“i mean, its a bit too much, don’t you think?” y/n looked back at the dress, not seeing anything wrong with it. maybe it was the design, her body, but clearly something was wrong with it. maybe she just couldn’t see the way he does. “we’re not going to the club, are we?”

“no, but i wanted to look nice.”

“maybe you should keep looking,” he tried to disguise his heartbreaking words with a light grin, but y/n saw right through it. he loves her, he just wants what’s best for her and she knows he knows best. so, she hung the dress back up and put the heels back in their box. she ran into the bathroom to change again, practicing happy smiles and tried to fight back the stinging tears in her eyes. he doesn’t want her to ruin her makeup.

buck and y/n’s schedules had aligned again, letting her finally be able to meet his real work family. she was so happy she could finally enter this part of his life, and only wanted to support all of his team at the 118.

y/n had been in the bathroom for a while, a little too long for buck to not have any concern. she was examining her outfit, the same dress she wore when thomas told her to take it off. she still felt beautiful in it, but not as much as she did. she never realized how easily someone could take away her confidence. she figured she’d at least leave a pair of new heels out, thinking buck would appreciate the simple sandal.

“y/n?” he knocks, lightly. “you doing alright, honey?”

“yeah!” she answers, suddenly getting that nervous feeling in her stomach. she hesitated on opening the door, but she clicked the lock and pulled it open. she felt more vulnerable than ever standing in front of him. she knew his reaction and that he’d want it off, but she was only met with complete admiration.

“woah,” he exhales, looking at her gorgeous dress and wonderful figure underneath.

“i can change if you don’t want me to wear this, i have a few more options in the bathro-“

“are you kidding? you have to wear this, you look so beautiful in this, y/n!”

“i do?” she asks, looking into his genuine eyes.

“of course you do, what makes you say that?”

“it’s just that, you know, it’s nothing,” she tried to walk back over to the shoe rack, looking for her sandals but his hand stops her.

“hey, talk to me,” buck requests, softly but also wanting her to be able to open up.

“my ex didn’t like this dress, he didn’t think i was good enough for a piece of fabric,” she laughs sarcastically, but buck can tell it hurts her still.

“well, he’s a dumbass, a dumbass who lost you,” he replies. “i’ve never seen someone more gorgeous than you, i don’t care what anyone says. i’ll spend every day proving it to you.”

“how do you do that?”

“do what?”

“just make everything so much better without trying?”

“oh, you know,” buck jokes, putting his arm around her shoulder. “im a natural, that’s all.” she slaps his shoulder, laughing at him before going off to see his family.

y/n stood in the corner of the room in an outfit she never wanted to wear today. she watched everyone converse in a friendly way, only few people stopping by to say hello. even if they did, it lasted a few minutes. she quickly became a decoration to thomas, just being there for silent support before he ditched her for more rich businesspeople. she sipped lightly at her small glass of champagne, wishing she had the whole bottle with her.

he didn’t see any potential in her, not even caring to introduce her until someone asked who she was. she never had felt more out of place, but it became a regular thing. he’d venture off to talk to other people, leaving y/n in the dark. she felt like she was just swept under the rug, something to deal with later.

“bobby, come over here!” buck shouted across the room, waving his hand for bobby to come over. when he did, he had a welcoming smile on his face and shook y/n’s hand. “this is my girlfriend, y/n.”

“it’s nice to finally meet you, y/n,” he says. “we’ve heard a lot about you, like a lot.”

“thank you for having me today,” she replies gracefully, looking at buck who’s glancing back at her with pride in his face.

“it’s our pleasure, really, you’re a delight, y/n.” athena walks in, wrapping her arm around bobby’s waist and offering y/n a drink. buck guides her over to chim and hen who sat together on one of the benches in the grants backyard.

“y/n, this is henrietta, or hen, and then chimney,” buck smiles, his hand still connected with hers and letting her say hello to everyone.

“my real names howard, by the way, not sure if that one bothered to mention that,” chimney pokes fun at buck, who pretends to be offended for a moment but just lets it be.

“i’m glad we can put this lovely face to the name,” hen beams, looking at y/n and feeling the positivity radiating from her. “maybe you can rub off on that one.”

“my names not ‘that one’ by the way, and i’m right here!” buck fake complains, but knowing they all have a good heart. “i’m about to leave and take her with me.”

everyone groans in complaint, making y/n laugh and buck leading her to sit next to everyone. she makes her rounds saying hello to athena’s kids and eddie, everyone finding her to be so graceful. the acceptance from everyone was fully unexpected on y/n’s part, barely being able to comprehend how buck could be so in love with her. she had stepped out for a moment after assisting athena and bobby in the kitchen, buck following right after her.

y/n never got this treatment from thomas, always feeling like she had to beg for it but it was so easy for buck. it made her years of insecurity and questioning vanish, only to be replaced with the security from her loving man.

“you alright?” he asks, meeting her by the steps of the home.

“yeah, i’m perfect!” she tells him. “i just didn’t expect this.”

“they all love you, what’s not to love?” he replies softly, looking her up and down. “you’re smart, you’re the sweetest person i’ve ever met, you’re wonderful in every way, y/n.”

“i remember when thomas took me to work events, and i was just in the corner with a drink. no one really noticed i was there, so it just came as a surprise to see you so affectionate.”

“i’ll always show you off, you’re the best woman i’ve ever met. i want the whole world to know that i managed to get you, and also,” he kisses her lips, bringing her thoughts back down to earth to ease her worries. “i love you, a lot.”

in that moment, y/n knew buck was everything that her ex could never be.

#911 #911onfox #bobby nash #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buckley fanfic #athena grant #henrietta wilson #evan buckley x reader #evan buck buckley x reader #evan buckley x you #evan buckley fanfiction #evan buckley one shot #evan buck buckley #evan buckley 911 #evan buckley fluff #evan buckley fic #evan buckley x y/n #maddie buckley #may grant #chimney 911 #howard han

[dilftaroooo]

݁ ִ ࣪⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ "𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 "

ﾟ𐦍༘⋆ after some convincing i finally decided to write this nasty lil imagine or whatever this shit is, enjoy, mwah~ (p.s. for the native spanish speaking girlies, pls lmk if i fucked up on anything)

ﾟ𐦍༘⋆ wrd count: 2.2k+

ﾟ𐦍༘⋆ tags/tw: mdni 18+ race/ethnicity neutral + age gap (reader can be from 18 to early 20s! so college aged) + dilf!miguel (mid to late 30s) + don’t trust him he’s using u!!! + afab reader + sweet nothings + spanish petnames + cursing + unprotected sex + miguel is a perv + exhibitionism(?) + expensive cars + money + and big booty bitches (you).

Just thinking of you stumbling upon dilf!miguel as you go by door to door offering to wash peoples’ cars for a few bucks. You weren’t expecting a behemoth to be behind the tall, mahogany, double doors to answer your languid knocks – a handsome one at that. One that stood six-nine feet tall paired with honey drizzled orbs surrounded by hooded lids. Soft tufts of hair shimmered burgundy with silver specks which were gifted to him from prolonged time. His tan skin brightened under the powerful sun but it still wasn’t enough to obscure the fine forehead wrinkles and smile lines that adorned his features.

“Can I help you?” The deep baritone of his voice rumbled so deeply you wouldn’t be surprised if you were to look down and see the bucket of soapy water you brought ripple at its force. It should be you that’s supposed to be helping him. You’re the one going from neighborhood to neighborhood asking uninterested people to wash their cars for some cash that wouldn’t even last you a few days. But a side hustle is a side hustle, you thought. Nothing wrong with a stash for a rainy day.

You take note of how seductively the black wife beater he wore embraced his torso and how his pecs puffed out at you like some majestic penguin in the cool lands of Antarctica, staring down at you, a piece of flopping fish dreading to be eaten as he cocks his head to the side waiting for a response. His shoulders are broad and his muscles are taut and veiny – you ponder on what his reaction would be if you were to trace his veins from his neck down to his finger tips and tell him how badly you want them inside you. Gulping down the saliva that was building up on top of your tongue, you spoke your first words like a toddler.

“Would you, um-” Why couldn’t you finish your sentence on the first try? Did you forget how to speak English? Perhaps that’s only the case around him and a few other gorgeous people you’ve met in the span of your years living on earth. “Do you need to have your car washed – sir? I can wash it for fifteen.” You sounded so weak and frail to Miguel, just like how most college-aged girls sounded when they managed to have some sort of interaction with him – their hands clasped firmly around their elbow as they sway from side-to-side, asking him frivolous questions before poking their chest to get him to catch a glimpse of their cleavage that peeked out from their low cut tops. They all played the same game – a game he always loved to play.

He takes this moment to observe what you had on; a peach colored camisole that matched the flower placed delicately in your hair along with the daisy dukes that revealed your plump thighs. Not too skimpy. At least you were somewhat modest. A cute, weak, little thing you are.

He grins and you can see his crows feet crinkle at the gesture, his canines looking sharper than most. “Of course. Been a while since I’ve gotten her cleaned up.” He reassures you to wait for him as he gets his car from the garage and when you lay eyes on the ‘Ferrari SF90 Spider’ he displayed to you, your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. It was a car model that you couldn’t even afford to dream of, glowing a dark navy blue with a rear wing that was coated in a vibrant red. Its engine roaring loudly and aggressively, telling you who the alpha is in the midst of asphalt concrete and dotted yellow lines. Miguel twitched at the gasp you couldn’t contain.

“A-are you sure you want me to wash this?” You ask while ogling at the car parked in front of you. This wasn’t a car some teenager bought with the aid of their low minimum wage job at a department store, this was a sports car – a Ferrari! This was something that should be washed professionally. “I’m no expert car washer or whatever those guys are called. As much as I would love to help you I don’t think I’m fit for something so…luxurious.” He lets out an airy chuckle that kisses your eardrums.

“No worries, cariño.” He would say and it makes your heart tremble and thighs clench. You’re not proficient in Spanish. Only remembering the fundamentals you learned when you were still in grade school and several language apps you’ve downloaded on a whim but you heard that word before in several love songs you’ve come across. ‘Darling’ is what it means. An affectionate pet name.

Miguel drinks up your reaction like drinking water in the Sahari desert. It was the last drop left in a flask that was so kindly offered by you, smiling at him with dry lips as he sticks his tongue out, aching for the pure droplet. You were so considerate – not wanting to risk destroying his five hundred-thousand plus car that he deliberately squandered his money on. But it was ok with Miguel. He always has money to spare.

He finally convinced you to do the job and get his vehicle all cleaned up and tidy. You instantly got to work but not before murmuring a sugary ‘thank you’’ and taking your sponge to the roof of his car. You and Miguel would conjure up some small talk such as your hobbies or careers. You’ve learned that he was a father of a little girl named Gabriella. His ‘sweet sunshine’ is what he would call her. You found that attractive – a father who is willing to take care of their offspring with genuine affection. His wife must be lucky…well, if he had one she would be, you think.

Miguel didn’t go deep into explanation at his lack of a spouse. A typical “It just wasn’t meant to be.” fell from his lips as he looked off to the direction of his house. Sensitive topic, maybe. Which is why he decided to shine the light on you. “You’re in college, right? Anyone there sweep you off your feet?”

All of a sudden, you feel coy. Embarrassed and bashful at your answer being a firm “no, there has not, Mr. O’Hara.” There’s a slight quiver in your voice but Miguel can tell that you’re trying to remain neutral and not break into tiny pieces under his watchful gaze. And just like every man thinks when they see an attractive young woman who claims they don’t have a partner, he asks why – why hasn’t anyone stepped up to you and asked for your number in hopes for a date? Why hasn’t anyone paid for your meals at semi-expensive restaurants? Why hasn’t anyone told you they loved you more than anyone they could ever imagine before clasping their hands under your chin, gazing at soft, plump lips before pressing them onto theirs? Why hasn’t anyone dared to run mischievous fingers up the hem of your dress before tasting the sensual keen you let out due to the fingertip teasing your throbbing clit?

Then Miguel remembers there’s a difference between boys and men.

You would notice how sinful Miguel’s gaze is on you. Like a stray cat preparing to pounce on a small alley mouse, the feline waiting as patience is his best friend. The mouse is aware of the cat’s presence and stiffens like a rock. “I just haven’t found the right, uh, time. Though, I would like to…” You try your best to conceal your face, you felt as though he was staring too hard. Miguel adjusts his stance to be directly next to you and you smell his scent – like masculinity, vetiver, and sweat. Your knees buckle.

Then the cat sluggishly leaned in on its prey, familiarizing itself of the little mouse’s smell. “No time for it, huh, amor? Guess pretty girls are too busy for romance, what a shame,” His tsks were faux but they still made you feel bad however you didn’t have the time to empathize with his breath streaming down the curve of your neck and his hand caressing your waist. His hips were practically against your lower back as a result of his staggering height and you can feel his bulge poke you excitedly. “Who will I have to love me at night? It gets so cold sometimes.”

Finally that cat strikes, working its fangs in the fragile neck of the weak mouse. With hands firmly planted on the hood of his sports car, your shorts were practically ripped away from you as Miguel takes its place with his big hand, digits rubbing over the cotton fabric of your panties at the direct spot your swollen clit lays, aching and pulsing for his attention. Your back was securely glued to his chest as he loses his patience and rudely shoves your panties to the side, pushing back your clitorial hood with a skilled finger to hear you squeak like said mouse under the grip of the fervent cat.

“Mr. O’Hara. We can’t. Not out here.” The words exhale from your lips so elegantly as you try to prevent Miguel’s free hand from lifting up your loose camisole top above your breasts, to no avail. They glistened under UV rays and sweat, your areolas were puffy and craved Miguel’s assertive touch. You both were out in the open driveway of his home with dozens of other beautiful houses encasing the area yet there was no one in sight but people still had windows they could look out from. Everyone looks out their window from time to time, right? Maybe not unless they hear the muffled moans and wet squelches coming from outside to which they wouldn’t be able to contain their curiosity and feel compelled to take a quick peek between their blinds only to be met with their hot neighbor ramming the living daylights out of some young woman they’ve never seen before.

Both rocking in harmony as you relish in the filthy pleasure you are both given. The suds from the soapy water covers the expanse of your tummy and forearms as you feel Miguel abuse your guts with the hard tip of his reddened cock. Filling you like a hand in a latex glove, you feel so full, so stuffed, so cramped with all of his veins and precum as he grips a hand around your neck like your favorite, pink, choker – reminding you of oh how dumb you sound taking his dick like the ‘buena puta’ you were made to be. His trimmed, pubic hairs tickled your ass each time he plunged his way back in you after teasing you lightly whenever he pulled out to the head.

“Ay Dios, amor. You’re clenching around me so tightly. You aren’t gonna let me go? Want me to cum in your filthy, young, pussy out here in the middle of my driveway? Have you any decency? Mierda.” He would groan in the shell of your ear. His canines brush against the skin softly and you bite your lip for the fourth time that afternoon as he continued to have his way with you.

“I do,” You pathetically start. “I do have some, ugh, decency, sir. I do.”

“But you’re not showing that to me, love. That isn’t what I see here now, is it? Is this the same girl talking to me while she lets me stuff her full with my cock, hm?” The tap-tap-tapping of his thighs colliding with yours crescendos into a louder pitch, one much more noticeable than a few minutes ago and you wish you could cover yourself with an invisible cloak. He kisses his wet kisses and speaks his sweet nothings as he hovers over your small, mouse-like, appearance with his hulking form. It would have scared you if not for the pecks he left on your body and the conjuring of soft coos he knows you would like to hear.

It was too hot, metaphorically and literally. The sun was blazing and the combination of both of your body heat was not ideal for this kind of weather but Miguel just looks so good fondling your tits and pumping his warm seed into the wet cavern of your insides while he slurs out cursed spanish phrases from his tongue that you couldn’t even bother to pick up, too busy savoring the spurts of cum leaking in your used cunt.

Fortunately, in the middle of your fucked-out daze, Miguel was nice enough to pull the panties and shorts back in their reserved spots (you felt his cum pile up in your underwear as soon as he lifted them up and you shivered at the feeling). You feel something wiggle its way between your hip and the hem of your shorts just for you to look down and catch sight of the wads of cash he stuffed there like you were some cheap whore (perhaps you were).

You glance back up, getting ready to tell him it was only fifteen dollars but he beats you to it by giving you a quick peck on your cheek. It was softer compared to when he was balls deep inside of you.

“Take it. For being so good to me, corazón.” His crow’s feet appear again and you silently wish to give each line a kiss but it was already too late once he turned around and stepped foot into his house, locking his door shut with a loud ‘click’.

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#miguel x reader #miguel smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #astv miguel #tw: age gap

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

I'll come pick it up after pt.4

John Egan X Female! Reader

Sumarry: The morning of the mission, Bucky becomes overprotective of HIS nurse.

Warning: Historical inaccuracies/ Swearing/ insults/ blood/ violence/ use of Y/n/ crying/

Word count: 1,8k

When they both went to sleep that night, they kept thinking about what just happened in the woman’s office. They almost had sex, in her office. Bucky was thinking about her hand on his crotch, and his hand on her breast. And he kept thinking about the fact that she put his hand there. His jacket had her scent, it drove him mad. Buck was apologizing for interrupting them, he felt bad. ‘’Buck, I told you many times, it’s okay. You’re right, I have to sleep. I’m not mad at you, and I don’t think Y/n’s mad either’’ he said to his friend. ‘’So, Elodie, uh, what did you say to her?’’ they talked about the young nurse, how Buck was nervous to talk to her, but he went anyway.

Y/n was tossing and turning, she couldn’t sleep. Egan’s touch was still in her mind, she couldn’t get him off her mind. So, she got up, she was dress in her night gown. She put a vest on top of it, so if she got cold, she could have something to warm her up. She made her way to the kitchen, to take an apple and something non alcoholic to drink. When she entered the kitchen, there was a light on. Curious, she made her way to the light, cautiously she announced herself. ‘’Hello?’’ a voice responded. She entered the kitchen to find Harry Crosby. ‘’Oh, Harry, it’s you.’’ She said relived. ‘’Didn’t mean to scare you, what are you doing up at this time?’’ he asked. ‘’Can’t sleep, you?’’ ‘’Same thing’’ they both smiled at each other. ‘’I saw you, at the party, but you were busy with Egan, I didn’t want to interrupt’’ he starts. ‘’How are you adapting to the base?’’ he asks. ‘’It’s fine, the girls are amazing, and the soldiers are, welcoming.’’ She smiled at the last word she pronounced. ‘’I heard that you got the eyes of Egan. Is that why you were with him all night’’ Y/n chuckles and blush a little. Crosby’s eyes went on the necklace she was wearing. ‘’And why you’re wearing his necklace, what’s going on between the two of you?’’ She looked at her friend. ‘’Honestly, Croz, I have no idea. I just know that there’s a tension between us and yeah.’’ She spoke. For the record, she had no idea what her relationship with Bucky was. ‘’Just be careful, he’s a lady’s men’’ he warned her. ‘’Trust me, I know that, but thank you for caring.’’ She was thankful for Harry Crosby. When he came in her office for the first time, it was because he kept vomiting when he was in the air. After that, he came back to tell her that the medicine she gave him, worked. They kept talking, but they were great friends, since he was married, Y/n didn’t have to worry about him making a move on her.

Y/n woke up at 4:30 am, she and her nurse had to make breakfast for the soldiers. She put on her blue uniform, her hair was still in the braid crown from yesterday, so she kept it that way. When the nurses came in the kitchen, they were surprised to see Gale Cleven already there. Elodie smiled at him, Meatball, as usual, went to see Y/n. ‘’Hi doggie! How are you!’’ she petted the animal, while his owner came towards her. ‘’Good morning, Y/n, can I speak with you?’’ he asked. ‘’Sure, just give me one minute, I need to tell the girls the menu’’ she instructed the girls what to do and went to speak to Buck. They seated at an empty table. ‘’What are you doing up, this early?’’ ‘’I want to apologize for yesterday, for interrupting you and Bucky. What you guys were doing is none of my business, and I just wanted to apologize’’ The girl smiled, the men in front of her looked nervous. ‘’Thank you for apologizing, but don’t worry, Bucky is a soldier, he must have a good night of sleep before a mission. I’m not mad at you’’ she reassured Buck. He looked relived. ‘’Can you look after Meatball when we’re not here? And I promise to look after Bucky’’ he extended his hand, to make it official. She smiled and shook his hand.

The boys were starting to come in to get their breakfast. Y/n was supervising her girls, making sure everything was okay, that none of the soldiers were mean to them. ‘’I told you, my food is cold, bitch!’’ a soldier yelled at one of the nurses. Y/n quickly came at the scene. ‘’What’s going on, private?’’ She said to the soldier, behind her counter. ‘’God can any of those cunts hear me! MY FOOD IS COLD’’ He yelled, getting everyone’s attention in the cafeteria. ‘’Go help Daisy, I got this Mary’’ she told the nurse that was getting yelled at. She took a deep breath and than, looked at the men straight in the eyes. ‘’First of all, don’t ever disrespect my girls like that, we volunteered, just like you. Geeting yelled at by pricks like you wasn’t in the contract.’’ The men tried to talk, but Y/n shushed him. ‘’Second of all, we serve dozens of men, the portions are already made, you just got one that we made early this morning. If you ask nicely, maybe I can personally warm it up for you.’’ She tried to be nice, but he was getting on his nerves.

The men yelling caught the attention of every soldier. Including John Egan’s attention. His back was facing the scene, so he didn’t see that it was Y/n getting yelled at. ‘’I won’t ask nicely, isn’t it in your contract to serve warm food, bitch’’ He was speaking loudly, but since the room went quiet, everyone could hear the altercation. ‘’Isn’t it basic manners to speak nicely at a woman.’’ Y/n responded quietly. ‘’God this nurse doesn’t let him be mean to her’’ Bucky whispered to his friends. ‘’Isn’t it your nurse?’’ Curt stated, pointing at the nurse. Bucky turned around to see HIS nurse, getting yelled at by the men. He was about to get up, but Buck put a hand on his shoulder, to stop him from getting up he didn't want his friend to get in trouble. Plus Y/n looked like she handled the men by herself. Every man in the room was watching the scene. ‘’What did you say to me, skank’’ The angry men spat in the face of the chief nurse. ‘’Do you want your warm meal, or not?’’ The men took his plate and threw it at Y/n, the plate broke on the glass, but a piece went at her, cutting her on the cheek. Egan wanted to rip his head off, he hurt his nurse. ‘’Congratulation, you lost your meal, and you’re gonna get arrested for assault. Have a good day sir’’ she said as the military police arrested the men. ‘’Everyone goes back to your plates!’’ one of the Corporal said. Egan quickly got up and went to the medic center, which was next door, to see if she was okay.

Y/n was holding a tissue to her cheek, to stop the bleeding. She was still in shook of what just happened. How could’ve stayed so calm? Her head was down, she was just feeling so many emotions at the time. She heard the door open. ‘’I’ll give you my statement after I clean my wound’’ she said to the military police. ‘’I don’t need your statement, darling, I was there’’ Bucky said as she raised her head to look at him. He approached her, getting closer to her, he could see the food on her skirt, the blood on her shirt and her eyes, full of tears. ‘’I’m okay, really, it was nothing’’ she said, her voice breaking down. ‘’Let’s go in your office, it’ll be quieter’’ he proposed. She nodded, following him to her office. Where they were last night, but there wasn’t any tension in the air now. Bucky was angry, this dick had hurt his girl. As soon as the door was closed, she started crying. ‘’I don’t even know why I’m crying. He got arrested and I only have a small cut. I’m okay, really’’ she said with a lump in her throat, she didn’t want to appear vulnerable in front of him. ‘’Let me look, darling’’ ‘’Bucky, I’m okay, go back to your friends’’ she tries to push him away. ‘’Not until you’re okay. Do you need a hug?’’ She nodded and he opened his arms, Y/n came closer to him. She cried in his arms as he reassured her, telling her that everything was going to be okay, that she was safe with him. When she felt better, she took the tissue off her wound, Bucky didn’t know anything about medicine, but he got her what she said she needed and help her, the best he could. ‘’Now, can you give me a smile, darling’’ she smiled to him, it wasn’t a forced smile, she was happy that he was here. ‘’I’m leaving for my mission soon, but when I come back, I’m going to get my necklace back, keep it safe from pirates’’ Bucky joked. Again, she laughed. ‘’Don’t ask anyone to punch you in the face this time’’ she adds, this time, Egan’s laughing. ‘’Be careful out there, come back in one piece’’ she seriously said. He nodded and kissed the top of her head. ‘’Kiss me, before you leave, please’’ He did as she asked and kissed her. There weren’t any sexual tensions, they were kissing because she asked him to do so, because even if they don’t want to admit it to each other, this might be the last time they see each other. ‘’I’m serious, Major, come back to me’’ she said as he left the room. ‘’Promise’’ he said before going back to his friends.

It was the time for him to leave, she went to the runway with other nurses. Crosby ran to her, she had to give him medicine, but he wanted to know if she was okay. ‘’Oh, my lord, Y/n are you oaky?’’ he hugged her. As he broke the hug, he looked at her face. ‘’Nothing I can’t fix, here’s your medicine Croz, be careful’’ She handed him the pills. Harry took the pills and left. Bucky and Buck walked towards her. ‘’Are you alright?’’ Buck asked. She nodded. ‘’More scared than hurt’’ she said. ‘’Meatball’s coming, hold on I’ll get him’’ Buck says as he leaves. ‘’No sad stuff. Just think about the cross around my neck’’ she said. ‘’I will darling, I’ll come back, and we can continue where we left off last night.’’ She blushed and chuckled. She gently hit his shoulder, indicating him to go in his plane. Bucky winked at you before getting inside. Buck gave you Meatball. ‘’Don’t forget your part of the deal’’ she said, getting a nod from Buck. He swore to protect his best friend, that’s what he was going to do, until Bucky was back in her arms.

Part 5⬇️

#master of the air imagine #major john egan #john egan x female reader #john egan x reader #john egan #master of the air #austin butler #gale cleven #harry crosby #meatball

[atypicalamortentia]

May I requested an Ominis Gaunt relationship HC please 🥺

General Headcannons || Ominis Gaunt

Synopsis - General dating headcannons for Ominis Gaunt.

Warnings - SFW & NSFW.

Notes - All characters are 18+!

Word Count - 0.9k.

[Caffeinate Me]

SFW:

: ̗̀➛ Ominis first meets you in a different place depending on what house you’re in: if you’re in Slytherin his first interaction with you is in the Slytherin common room, but if you’re in any other house he meets you outside the Undercroft.

: ̗̀➛ Ominis is weary about you at first, you’re a stranger! 

: ̗̀➛ It takes the blonde a few weeks to eventually warm up to you. You offer to help him with some homework he’s been having trouble with and he happily accepts. 

: ̗̀➛ Can’t stop thinking about you after that. He always wants to know what you’re up to and how you’re doing. Your voice lives on repeat in his head. 

: ̗̀➛ Takes the man a while to realise he has a crush on you. Sebastian is the one who brings it up, noting that his friend blushes a lot whenever you’re around and won’t stop talking about you for hours afterwards. 

: ̗̀➛ Will open up about his past to you more than anybody else. At first, he says he doesn’t want to talk about it, but eventually he’ll begin to open up more. He finds comfort in your soothing words and slight touches on the shoulder that you give him in reassurance. 

: ̗̀➛ It takes Ominis a long time to confess his feelings for you but when he does you’re in the Undercroft drinking firewhiskey. The two of you are slightly tipsy when he just blurts out “I think I’m in love with you.”

: ̗̀➛ You’re stunned to begin with, mouth hung wide open as you blink slowly at him. Had you heard him right?

: ̗̀➛ “Y/N… Say something?” He’ll say, snapping you out of your trance. 

: ̗̀➛ “Do you really love me?” You ask. “Because if this is a joke, Ominis Gaunt, I swear to Merlin you’re in for a world of pain.”

: ̗̀➛ He chuckles slightly at your reaction before placing a hand on your shoulder and smiling at you. “I’m being serious. I love you.” 

: ̗̀➛ Ensue heavy make-out session. It’s Ominis’ first kiss so it’s clumsy with teeth clattering together but neither of you care. His hands will trace your hips as yours wrap around his neck and pull him closer to you. 

: ̗̀➛ Ominis’ love language is physical touch. He’ll intertwine his fingers with yours when you’re walking to class and place tender kisses on your forehead when you part ways at night. He will always have a hand on you at all times whether it be your thigh, your hip or your shoulder. 

: ̗̀➛ Doesn’t use his wand to guide him around the castle when you’re around. He trusts you to get him to classes safely. 

: ̗̀➛ Dates to Hogsmeade are a must! And this man will pay for everything and don’t even try to stop him. He just wants you to know how much he loves you.

NSFW:

: ̗̀➛ Your first time is in the Undercroft. You’re both sitting on a sofa you had conjured when suddenly Ominis pulls you onto his lap. 

: ̗̀➛ His lips find yours in a desperate sloppy kiss before he trails down to your jaw and neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh.

: ̗̀➛ “I’ve been thinking,” he says in between kissing your neck. “I want to make love to you.” 

: ̗̀➛ “Ominis, are you sure?”

: ̗̀➛ He just nods, his hand making its way down to the hem of your skirt. His hands are shaking slightly as he plays with the fabric, nervous about what to do next. 

: ̗̀➛ it’s no surprise that Ominis is a virgin, but he doesn’t mind if you are too (or if you’re not, he’s not judging). 

: ̗̀➛ You grind against his lap forcing the blonde to let out a strangled moan. It feels so good he thinks he might cum before he even gets to enter you.

: ̗̀➛ You guide his shaky hand down your tights and his fingertips brush against your clit. You buck your hips slightly and let out the softest moan, it was like music to his ears. Ominis could listen to your moans all day if you’d let him. 

: ̗̀➛ His long fingers work circles around your clit before he dips his hand further into your underwear. He fingers you for a few minutes; a singular finger first before adding a second. His pace is nice and slow - he doesn’t want to hurt you. You’re basically riding his fingers. 

: ̗̀➛ When Ominis finally pushes his thick cock inside of you, he lets out the loudest moan and screws his eyes shut immediately as he tries to focus on not cumming instantly. He’s so sensitive he feels like he might burst.

: ̗̀➛ Ominis lets his hands wander around your body as you move your hips, taking control of the situation. He wants to commit every inch of your body to his memory so he can relive this moment over and over again in his mind. 

: ̗̀➛ “I wish I could see how beautiful you look right now,” he whispers horsley, biting his bottom lip to keep the noise down

: ̗̀➛ You bend down and press a soft kiss on his lips as you move your hips. Ominis shamelessly ruts against you, desperate for more. He’s begging for you to move just a little bit faster. 

: ̗̀➛ When he’s close, Ominis’ hand drops to your clit forcing you to cum at the same time as he does. He’s so loud as he cums you’re scared that people passing by the Undercroft might actually hear him.  

: ̗̀➛ Pulls you flush against his chest as you lift off of him slowly. His cock is so sensitive and so is he, he just wants to cuddle with you. 

: ̗̀➛ “I hope we can do that again,” he whispers as he presses a soft kiss to your temple. You nod in agreement, smiling brightly. He looks like an angel underneath you and you never want this moment to end.

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy imagines #hogwarts legacy x reader #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt imagine #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt imagines #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis x reader #ominis #gaunt #ominis gaunt headcanon #ominis gaunt headcannon #ominis gaunt headcanons #ominis gaunt headcannons

[teyamsatan]

➳ inexperienced!neteyam thoughts (nsfw)

a/n: i had a margarita or two and can't focus on monster in me but wow this made me feel so many things, and i needed to share. enjoy besties ;) (thank you to my amazing ines @cinetrix for the images as always x)

wc: 640 words

smut under the cut - minors dni 🔞

➳ inexperienced!neteyam who watches in awe as you push him back until his body collapses on the comfortable mossy ground, the biofluorescent flora lighting both your figures aglow, and he can't help but stare, can't help his lingering gaze as it settles on your body, that moves closer to him, until you straddle him, a playful smirk dancing on your face, eyes alight with mischief and desire and anticipation.

➳ inexperienced!neteyam who feels embarrassed at the way his needy, hard cock twitches against your clothed core, until you reassure him, your hands running over his thighs and up his body, trailing over his defined abs and pecs, until your fingers reach his throat, putting slight pressure on the points you know would cut off his air intake.

"do you trust me, teyam?" he squirms under you, his cock prodding at your entrance, his eyes shut tightly and mouth slightly agape, and all he manages is a soft nod. "i'm going to make you feel so good, teyam. you're going to be good and let me take care of you, right?"

➳ inexperienced!neteyam who lets out a whimpered moan as you sink onto his thick length, marvelling at the bulge forming in your belly, that you ask him to feel as you raise and lower yourself back on him, trembling beneath you as your walls envelop him, moulding after his cock, light you were made for him only.

"f-fuck, you feel so good!" "you like that, teyam? tell me how good i make you feel, tell me what you want to do to me, love."

➳ inexperienced!neteyam who starts bucking his hips wildly as he feels the intensity of the pleasure you're giving him engulf him, as he can feel his orgasm approaching, who is making you see stars as his cock buries deep in you with each thrust, hitting your cervix aggressively with feral, uncontrolled movements that spoke to a desperation you've never seen in him before, and loved wholly, that drove you close to your own release.

your hand reaches for his, taking his thumb and extending it, placing it gently on your clit as you bounced on his dick, the pleasure overwhelming as his girth stretched your viscid walls perfectly, filling you better than you could have ever dreamed. slowly, you started drawing circles and shapes on yourself using his fingers as a brush, teaching him, watching as he learnt fast, faster than you could keep up with. "that's right, teyam. you're doing so well, fuck. make me cum, pretty boy." he whimpers at your words, that he took to heart, because his fingers on you worked a magic you could barely understand, and fuelled by your praise which made his cock twitch inside you, you came, both moaning loudly as thick spurts of his milky release coated your walls, filling you and spilling down your ass and onto his thighs, and you collapsed on top of him, blissfully spent and overwhelmingly full of him, the way you wanted to be every minute of your day going forward.

➳ inexperienced!neteyam whose sex-drive is unending in his quest to pleasure you, to be worthy of your praises that drive him, that encourage and arouse him, who in no time, will have you squeal and cry as he ruts into you, learning every way to make you cum over and over, nothing more pleasurable to him than seeing how good he can make you feel, how many times he can get you to scream his name at one time, how he can outdo himself every night, as he finds new positions, new spots, new ways to use his cock, tongue and lips to fuck you better than you ever even thought possible.

➳ inexperienced!neteyam who becomes experienced quicker than it takes you to cum around him when he starts working his magic on your body.

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[anemptypuddingcup]

First time with Vampire Mihawk.

Contains; Major blood warning. Graphic (or slightly graphic) description of virginity loss. Mihawk being a soft soft man. Aha, Mihawk’s a vampire. Reader’s a virgin. Soft sex. This one’s kinda long but it was my first time writing for Mihawk so I guess I was a bit too excited. (I kinda got obsessed with him calling reader “dear” and “sweetheart” too.) Y’all ion know how to write for Mihawk either, I tried my best though.

You looked so beautiful sitting there on his bed. The pretty lacy lingerie only covered your upper half with matching lacy thigh-highs while your cute little cunny was out and bare for Mihawk to see. He couldn’t help but to look and stare down at you like you were his pretty porcelain doll to play with. “You look so beautiful sweetheart, but are you sure you’re okay with this?” He asked, a bit reluctant to touch you. You nodded as a sweet smile appears across your face. “I-I’m sure, I trust you very much Mihawk.” You say reassuring him. Saying that you trusted him made him feel even more comfortable to be your first. Being someone’s first (especially yours) is something that he could cherish for his eternity. Slowly laying you back onto his plush fluffy pillows, Mihawk presses his hands against your thighs and slowly spreads your legs open.

He presses a kiss to your cunt which earns him a sudden moan from you. He circles his thumb around your clit while he’s slowly slides his tongue along your folds before pushing his tongue through your entrance. You whimper softly while you comb your fingers through his hair. “M-Mihawk~” You gasp out his name as your walls began to clench around his tongue. He groans happily from the sweet taste of your insides, your essence coating his tongue began to make him grow harder than he already was from your moans. You let out another moan as you feel his tongue push against your g-spot while the pleasure of his thumb against your clit only gave you more. He abruptly removes his tongue from inside of you slowly, making you whimper out of irritation. “Patience my dear, I’m still going to please you.” He says softly as he begins to trail his fangs along your thigh. You tremble underneath him as he rubs the softness of your thigh, his patience growing more and more thin as he yearned for some your ruby red blood.

Moving his thumb from your clit, he slowly trails his fingers to your entrance and pushes two digits into you slowly. You whimper at the slight stretch of his thicker digits sliding into you. “May I have a sip of your blood sweetheart?” He asks, looking up at you while he begins to scissor his fingers inside of you. You let out a shaky moan and nod and you grew entangled into the pleasure of his fingers massaging your g-spot. He feels around for a spot on your thigh before suddenly piercing into it making you whimper and wince at the sudden pain. He groans as the taste of your blood hits his tongue. He gulps down your blood like the thirsty man he was, yearning for more of your delicious taste inside of mouth. His eyes closed tightly as he groans at the sweet taste of your blood coating his tongue and throat. Removing his fangs, he lets out a shaky moan as he feel his cock grow harder against the quilt. “So good~ Taste so wonderful my dear~” He says shakily before sinking his fangs back into the same spot.

The feeling of his fangs sucking up your blood somehow enhanced the pleasure of his fingers deep inside of your cunt. You shivered as he slowly removes his fangs from your thigh once again, licking his lips so hungrily before he moves to suckle on your clit. He presses his tongue against your clit, making you gasp from the sudden warmth and feeling of his tongue on your sensitive little pearl regardless of your blood on it. You whimper and buck your hips against his fingers and tongue as you felt yourself yearning for your orgasm. “M-Mihawk~ I feel something coming~” You moan softly as your continued to grind your hips against his tongue and digits. He holds your hips to keep you still while he begins to thrust his fingers faster inside of you while his tongue lapped at your clit.

Your walls gripped Mihawk’s fingers as you feel yourself beginning to cum onto his warm tongue. “I’m cumming! I’m gonna cum!” You whined as your feel yourself beginning to squirt out into his tongue. Mihawk moans at your taste as you came even more on his tongue, his fingers were all coated in your cream as he slowly began to pull them out of you. You breathed a bit heavy as you slowly recovered from your orgasm. Looking up, you see the bloody mess that Mihawk made though it didn’t necessarily bother you. You give him a pleased smile, happy that you were able to squirt into his tongue.

Mihawk presses another kiss to your cunt before he finally begins to reveal his hardened cock to you. You were a bit stunned, he was quite girthy and lengthy. It made you worry that you weren’t going to be able to take him. “It’s going to be alright okay? I’m going to go slow for you love.” He says softly. Flipping your over, he urges you to get on all fours to which you obey. Though you grew nervous as you felt his large tip press up against the entrance of your cunt. “I’ll go in slowly alright?” He says as he presses a kiss against your back. You nod slowly and let out a shaky breath due to nervousness. He slowly begins to push inside of you, his cock beginning to stretch out your insides while you moan shakily from the painful stretch. Mihawk groans as he feel his cock head give your cervix a deep kiss while you tried your best to take the rest of him in. Your body shivered against his as he slowly pushes the rest of his length into you. You whimper as the stretch had grew more painful, a mix of your slick and blood slowly spilling from your cunt.

“Breathe my dear, I’m fully inside of you now~” He whispers into your ear before pressing a kiss to it. You nod slowly and let out an abrupt whimper as he begins to move, slowly thrusting his cock in and out of you. After allowing him to move around to stretch you out a bit, you let out moan as you began to feel the pleasure of his cock pushing against your g-spot. Hearing your moans and feeling your cunt squeeze around him began to make him pick up the speed of his thrusts. He groans as your walls had squeezed him all tight and snug. “Ahh my dear~ You feel so good around my cock. Do you feel good, you don’t feel the pain anymore?” He asked, as he presses his body up against your back. You moaned in response, a bit unable to respond to him due to the immeasurable pleasure you were feeling. “Y-Yes~ I-It feels really good~” You moaned as he pushes up farther against your g-spot.

You feel his fangs trail up against your neck while you buried your head deep within one of his pillows. “M-Mihawkk~” You whined as you gripped the pillow so tightly. “F-Fuck~ My love, I can’t contain myself much longer, may I please sip from you once again?” He begged as he presses kisses along your neck. “Yes! Yes you can!~” You moaned as your cunt fluttered around his cock. You let out a loud gasp as you feel his teeth suddenly dig deep within your neck. Mihawk indulged in the taste of your blood as he began to increase the speed of his thrusts. “F-Fuck! M-Mihawk!~” You moaned his name angelically as the pleasure clouded your mind heavily. He slowly pushes your body farther into the mattress before slamming his hips farther against your ass. You moan loudly as you feel his cock push deeper into your cunt while his fangs sucked up more of your blood.

Mihawk groans as he releases his fangs from your neck as he lets out a gasp full of ecstasy and pleasure. “My dear, I’m close~” He breathed as he wraps his arms around your torso. You whined as you also grew closer to your orgasm. “Feels so good~ M’close too~” You moaned as you gripped the pillow tighter. “Cum for me sweetheart~” Mihawk says softly as he presses a kiss to your still bleeding neck. You let out a loud moan as you felt your orgasm rushing up through your body. “Fuck fuck! I-I’m cumming!~” You cry out as you felt yourself beginning to cum. Mihawk lets out a deep groan as his cock twitches before cumming deep inside of your cunt. You squirt out onto the bed quilt underneath both your bodies and let out a long sigh of relief afterwards.

Your body shivered underneath Mihawk as you were so sensitive from your orgasm. Mihawk smiled and presses another kiss to your neck, the blood now dry against your neck. “Are you alright my dear?” He asked, concerned for how you were feeling afterward. You nod happily as you felt yourself grow full from Mihawk’s cum deep inside of you. You turn to him and press a loving kiss onto his lips, making his worries for you melt away so suddenly. “Yes, I’m fine sweetheart~” You say softly. Mihawk buries his face deep within your neck, inhaling your soft scent. “I’m glad you are, I hope I did good for you…” He says nervously as he slowly begins to pulls out of you. You moan abruptly as you felt his cock slowly pull out of your cunt, his cum beginning to slowly spill out of you. You flip your body over and hug him before pressing another kiss to his lips.

“You did wonderful love~” You smile, peppering more kisses onto his face. He chuckles before wrapping his arms around your body and laying back down onto the bed. He yawns as he grows tired after the sweet sex you both just had. You both peered at the curtains and realized that it was slowly beginning to turn dawn. The light had began to grow brighter through the curtains as it slowly began to turn morning. You also yawned as you grew sleepy from seeing the light through the curtains. Mihawk kept your body warm as you slowly began to fall asleep in his arms, the warmth of his body keeping your body snug for the night.

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Y’all Mihawk is purple bc I have a lot of red fics, at least I think so.😭

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