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junicult · 11 months

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!! the bachelors when they’re horny

contains ; much suggestive content. fem!farmer. established relationships (marriage). reader has hair that can be put into a ponytail. nsfw, no actual smut. sorta proofread.

note ; here’s another apology for disappearing :,,

harvey.

- the love of my life.

- he’s more of a romantic.

- so he tends to take a sweeter, gentler route into hinting at him being in the mood.

- it’s not a hard task, either.

- this man is so in love with you. when he’s in love, it can just be the sight of you to turn him on.

- some of the easiest, i’d say is anything that reminds him he’s married to you.

- like yeah, of course he knows that, but it always makes his day when he reminds himself of it.

- such as coming home to you, making dinner for you or when you make dinner for him.

- sitting in ur home together, eating and talking about your day. just reminds him of the fact that he gets to do this with you, and no one else does.

- since he knows how busy you are, he absolutely loves being a househusband. spoiling you by doing all the household chores while you work your ass off outside.

- and he genuinely enjoys doing that,

- but on the rarer occasion when you take most of the day off, and he’s out at work—that’s what really gets him.

- the smallest gesture of picking up his empty plate and washing the dishes.

- when you constantly say, “honey, i’ve got it,” as he tries to help…it does something to him.

- it’s a small act of love that shows him you care so much about him without saying it.

- now, maybe it wasn’t your intention to turn him on. i mean, it’s quite literally a regular, basic gesture—

- but here he is. throat aching, palms starting to sweat and his growing hard-on straining in his pants.

- all because you showed basic human decency.

- lol.

- also because it’s the love of his life doing it for him, but still. he can’t help it. he’s just so infatuated with you.

- as for getting the hint across to you? ofc he’s not gonna fucking say it.

- he overthinks everything. and the last thing he’d want is for you to feel obligated just because he wants to.

- but there’s an obvious tell when it comes to harvey, and it’s not just the fact that his cheeks get all red.

- it’s the way he starts to fumble over his sentences, mumbling and stuttering his words.

- he’s not very smooth i fear.

- but that’s what we love about him🫶

- it doesn’t take long to realize you’ve got him tense. feel free to tease him a bit.

- the minute you show you’re on the same page, however, he gets a pick up in his confidence.

- whenever he’s turned on like this, it’s always the best for you.

- his beautiful wife does something sweet for him? then you better believe he’s going to be even sweeter to you.

sam.

- i’ve said this before,

- but it’s not hard to get him in the mood.

- show him even the tiniest sign that you’re horny, and he is too.

- what can i say, he’s a simple man.

- now, don’t mistaken that as anybody that comes along, shows a little affection can turn him on. bc that’s not true. at all.

- in fact, he’s incredibly oblivious to that kinda stuff. if he gets hit on, he’ll just take it as a compliment.

- it’s you that turns him on. it’s your affection. it’s the fact that you want him.

- bc he’s just that in love with you, he gets all excited when he’s in those situations with you.

- SO!!

- he gets so cute when he’s needy.

- he’s always down hug and hold you, trust me. his love language is for sure physical touch.

- even just in general, he has to be holding your hand while you’re standing together, he’s latched onto you when you’re laying together. he’ll even hold onto you as you’re cooking dinner. he loves touching you.

- and when he’s horny it’s no different.

- it’s so random, but one of his major turn ons is watching tie your hair out of your face.

- super casually, too. can be mid-conversation, or he just catches a glimpse of you doing it across the room.

- “your mom wants a me to bring a largemouth bass for dinner tonight, can you feed the chickens please?” your explain as you secure your ponytail with a hairtie.

- he’s all sorts of distracted, obviously listening to your request but he can’t help but focus on the action.

- “yeah, for sure—totally,” he nods, and the minute u walk out the door he has to let out a large huff of breath.

- another thing that vvvv much turns him on is when u walk fresh out of the shower with only a towel on.

- like, i’m talking u can still see the droplets of water on your shoulders, and your hair is soaking to the touch.

- he’s a simple man i said.

- and what’s funny is, he always showers with you.

- so seeing you like that will happen 9/10 times after u shower.

- he looks pretty much identical to you, too. same sopping wet hair and towel around his waist.

- he’s cute with it though. like, ofc he stares at you, but he’s got the cutest smile & obvious flush across his cheeks.

- mumbles a soft, “you just look really pretty,” after you ask about it.

- …idk abt u but he’s getting it after that.

shane.

- there’s no hiding it.

- he’ll straight up tell you.

- honestly, i feel like every time he’s with you or he sees you, he’s always at least a little turned on.

- within reason of course.

- i mean, how can he not be?

- it’s just like, when you’re that in love, he’ll find you beautiful no matter what. and if you’re literally covered in dirt or soot from the mines head to toe, if you tell him ur horny he is not complaining 💀

- simply put, he’s always down.

- he’s very respectful, however. he knows if the time isn’t right.

- but anyways, when he’s rly horny, it’s not hard to figure it out.

- he makes so much more eye contact, and becomes like the most intense listener.

- i don’t want it to sound like he isn’t already a good listener, he’s not an asshole (for the most part <3)

- it’s not like he’s doing the bare minimum just to get in your pants. he becomes such an intent listener because he’s turned on from the way you talk.

- like he’s enchanted. he could listen to you forever. he genuinely wants you to continue.

- when ur lying in bed together before going to bed, casually recapping your day and he can’t help but think about how pretty you look while u innocently put lotion on.

- and then his thoughts wander. and then he’s thinking the other pretty sounds your voice makes.

- and once you finish, you ask a sweet, “so how was your day, handsome?”

- he’s all, “pretty boring. missed you a ton.”

- you’re too deep in your relationship to know his compliment is also a pickup line, and that his thumb rubbing your thigh isn’t him just showing affection.

- it’s only a matter of time before he’s looking over at you with the smallest smirk and glazed eyes.

- “you feeling okay? still got some energy left?”

- not subtle indeed.

sebastian.

- in the beginning of ur relationship, he was turned on by many things you did, but he’d wait until he had an actual excuse.

- let me explain,

- when you were getting ready for bed, and he was spending the night, he’d watch you delicately take off your jewelry and carefully put them away—instant turn on.

- but it wasn’t until u joined him in bed, gave him a couple kisses on the cheek, & hinted that u were in the mood yourself when he’d fold.

- like he’d wait until he had an “excuse” for some reason.

- as for now, when ur relationship is very committed and ur living under the same roof, he stopped overthinking as much.

- instead of watching your dainty fingers unclasp each necklace, it was his to help you.

- then a gentle press of his soft lips to the center of your neck, & all he had to do was listen to your soft laugh, before you turned around and kissed him deeper.

- when he’s horny, that’s absolutely what he does. it saves him from outright saying it, and from making you feel bad if you aren’t. a win win.

- for sebastian to blatantly tell you he wants to have sex right now—he’s gotta be DEPRIVED.

- even though he’s comfortable with you, and no matter how long he’s been with you, he’s just not that kind of person to outright ask.

- plus, he likes when you come onto him. it’s an ego booster.

- he just loves u in general, and the fact that he knows u love him.

- now just bc i stated he doesn’t like to ask, doesn’t mean he never will.

- it’s rare, but he’s been with you for years. he’s bound to suggest it at least once.

- and if that were the case, he’ll still be shy about it.

- he’s been thinking about you all day, even clingy enough to bring himself out to help you with work.

- he’s sorta like ur shadow the entire day, and for a guy that deeply appreciates his alone time, it definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

- “what’s up, sebby? you’ve been really clingy today.” you giggle, leaning into his touch that wraps around your waist.

- you’ll get nothing but a hum and a shrug for now.

- and by the time your chores are wrapped up, the sun is long since set, and you’re all cleaned and full from dinner—is when you finally pry it out of him.

- “you’re just usually not like this,” you giggle, running your fingers through his hair after kissing his cheek.

- “can i not show my wife affection?” he dryly jokes back, causing you to roll your eyes.

- “okay, i don’t need the attitude. of course you can.” you tease, smiling when he wraps his arms a little tighter around you and pulls you in for a kiss.

- “you just look extra beautiful today, and i wanna do something about it.” he all but shrugs, his voice low and quiet between his lips pressing against yours.

- “like what?”

- “why don’t you let me show you?”

alex.

- pfft.

- he’ll tell you.

- he’ll actually make it known to whoever’s near. he has zero shame.

- he always gets rly horny whenever ur out in public together, like at dinner w friends, or at town gatherings.

- it’s definitely because he gets to see you all dressed up, spritzed with perfume and makeup done.

- trust me, the sight of you in your loungewear still makes him a horny. a different kind of horny, tho. i’ll get to that in a minute.

- but there’s something so satisfying abt showing up to an event with a fucking goddess by his side. you’re dressed to the nines and you’ve got his hand in yours.

- it’s like a silent bragging right that you fell in love with him, not anyone else.

- he’s a little possessive in that sense.

- when you guys haven’t seen each other in a couple hours, he’ll always come find you after a bit to check in.

- it’s so cute cus ur a little buzzed, and so is he.

- he’ll easily slot himself by your side, wrapping his arm around your waist and holding you close.

- just from the way your face immediately lights up, and a warm smile pulls at the corner of your cheeks is enough to turn him on.

- leans down to whisper in your ear, “when are you ready to head out? been dying to get this off of you,” while subtly tugging on the fabric hugging your hips.

- yeah, you’ll leave right after that😇

- and as for when he sees you in your loungewear,

- he tends to be a bit more loving.

- there’s definitely a side of him that only you bring out. he’s lowkey one of those guys that becomes such a softie when he’s alone with you.

- likes to hold u, or even be held if i may be so bold.

- so when he’s feeling particularly affectionate, mumbling abt how much he loves you and such, it tends to lead into a session or two.

elliott.

- he’s just beyond enamored by you and everything you do.

- he’s similar to shane in the sense that, no matter what he’ll always find you beautiful, and sexy.

- he’s the kind of guy who gets his own satisfaction by giving you what you want. so if ur horny, and you wanna have sex, well so is he.

- but for elliott, it’s different.

- it’s not so much as being horny and looking to just fuck,

- it’s him being in love with you, and wanting to make love to you, y’know?

- so when he’s horny, it’s usually when he gets his alone time with you.

- after you’ve finished work for the day, already showered, & he’s decided to wrap up his own work, is when you two can finally relax together.

- “you were out there for a while. busy day?” he asks curiously, silently patting his knee for you to prop your foot up.

- “ah, yeah, y’know, most of my crops needed to be harvested today and i had to run to pierre’s to plant some more.” you sigh, leaning back and indulging in his affection.

- it’s gonna sound a little weird, i know, but i feel like he silently loves when you’re a little sore.

- no, not because you’re in pain, but because he just loves the excuse to soothe you.

- he loves rubbing your shoulders and back, rubbing your feet when you’re tired while you tell him about your day.

- it’s usually then when he becomes infatuated, and all he wants to do is hold you and kiss you all over.

- so after some back and forth, talking about whatever news came up over the few hours you’ve been apart, is when he’s the most in love.

- there’s never really a verbal agreement, you two usually just feel it at the same time, which is when you lean in and it gets a bit heated.

- he can’t possibly pick one single thing you do that makes him hornier then another. it’s everything you do.

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pinkmirth · 6 months

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𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮ℐ𝒮 ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ the belmont family has endured for centuries, and it’s now up to richter to keep it going strong. there’s only one way to ensure the expansion of his bloodline, and it’s simple; knocking you up.

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𝑀𝒴 𝐿𝒪𝒱ℰ-𝒩𝒪𝒯ℰ! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ after binging castlevania (nocturne), i instantly fell for that gorgeous man richter & his baby blue eyes >< he’s got a sharp mouth, a pretty face, and nice biceps– of course i’m in love with him! i just had to whip up somethin’ for my favorite belmont (dunno why, but i heavily believe their clan is crazy about breeding hmm) this was supposed to be an itty bitty drabble, but it ended up much longer than i thought it’d be . . . and might i warn you that this is mostly just sappy, nasty filth. now, please enjoy this smutty piece of work for richie! ❤︎

richter has made the renard household your favorite place on earth. more specifically, you’re fond of his homey bedroom. it’s got this olde charm to it, and a wide glass window with french-pinewood framing; one that offers a pleasant view of the grassy fields and neighboring stream that surround the cottage.

over anything else, his bed is surely the best part of it all. there’s a fluffy duvet in that dusty-blue color he likes, one so large that it covers his long legs even when they tangle between yours. the quilted mattress has just the right amount of space for two lovers, and is comfy enough to keep you warm throughout the night, considering the chance you might stay over.

though, there is a downside, as nothing can be perfect— it creaks far too much when he fucks you.

it’s not often that the both of you can make good use of that bed of his, especially when the noise makes things terribly obvious. you wouldn’t dare attempt anything improper in richter’s room with his adoptive family just a brief set of steps away.

there's a time for everything, but not that he cares. you try paying no mind to richter’s lingering touches along your waist, and how he mischievously dives underneath your bottoms to grab at the fat of your ass with a wicked grin; all as his aunt tera boils porridge and beans by the stovetop downstairs. you’re sure he finds joy in the risk, or more in provoking you.

it’s only when the house is empty, apart from you and richter and nothing else, that you can have your fun. like now, for instance. it’s out of pure luck that tera decided to pay a visit to the farmer’s market, and for maria to tag along with her mother as well. they mentioned something about wanting to buy the best of what the early-autumn harvest had to offer, with the meats being juiciest and the produce fresher than it’s been all year.

you believe that’s why richter’s got so much stamina— the plenty of food he’s been scarfing down lately. or, possibly, it could just be him . . . nothing but him, and his unexplainable belmont genes that make him fucking superhuman. he swears he’s normal, but the way he picks you up with such ease as soon as his family steps out the door can only be deemed as unnatural.

he's quick to sweep you off your feet, in the most abrupt way he can, of course. richter grins over the way you squeal as he whisks you past the kitchen, ‘round the table, and down the corridor. his hands work at keeping you upright, palms firmly planted under your thighs. he carries your weight like that of a feather and doesn't break a sweat. but considering where he’s headed, straight to his bedroom, that’ll soon change.

“don’t go getting all surprised on me,” richter voices a lighthearted whisper. he kisses the part of your neck that he can manage to reach from above the collar of your blouse, “you know what we do once we have the place to ourselves.”

“you snatched me off the ground without notice, i’ve all the right to be surprised— ohmygod, richter!” you sputter out a laugh, with his mouth on your flesh being so ticklish. you can feel his lips curving upwards, taking the shape of a smile. your arms fling around the back of his neck like second nature, fingers carding through his fluffy brunette hair. with zero patience, as always, richter kicks the door in with the shallow heel of his leather thigh-boot, slips into the room with you still in his arms, and shuts it closed by pressing you up against it.

he was right about one thing— once tera and maria leave, this is exactly how it goes. clothes are torn off with haste (mostly on richter’s end, as you could imagine), heated kisses are exchanged, and he spits the nastiest words with that sharp mouth of his in order to get you all worked up. the night sky and moonshine from the window gives his room this subtle tone of blue, but he makes you feel red-hot.

richter keeps you right where he wants you; held up by his unfiltered strength, with your back to the door. one moment, he’s drawing closer to you, raking over every detail of your face with nothing but admiration swirling in his eyes. by the next, his lips are moving languidly against yours, slightly unruly yet undeniably passionate. you wouldn’t dare admit how much of a damn good kisser he is. the man’s ego would fucking skyrocket.

though, you really don’t have to tell him anything. the way you reciprocate his affection says it all. he breaks away for a sparing moment, but not before bringing his tongue across your bottom lip in one playful swipe. it’s light, teasing, and completely of his nature.

“i can see it in your eyes, y’know.” richter chuckles at how you lean forward to chase after the warmth of his lips again. he brings you to your feet so he can slip off his fingerless gloves and undo any harnesses. he then crouches a bit to unzip his boots.

“see what?” you airily huff, haphazardly undoing button by button on your blouse until it’s completely open. similarly, he begins to make quick work of his top. you enjoy the flexure of his biceps as he pulls them out from the sleeves of his cerulean blue blazer-vest that he drops once free of, allowing it to scatter to the ground. you catch onto its emblem; the belmont crest, neatly embroidered upon the breast-pocket.

“how much you want this,” richter peers down at you, eyes gleaming the prettiest tint of blue. “it’s cute, how obvious you are.” his upper half is bare, and the smooth canvas of his chest is all can focus on while he closes in on you. you’re trapped between the sturdy door and his heated body, and you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.

“you’re practically salivating over the thought of getting fucked, yeah? bet you wouldn’t mind if i took you right here.” he grins as he says it, staring unashamedly at how cleavage pools from your brassiere. richter creeps a finger underneath the strap, tugs it down and does the same with the other, dipping his head low to pepper your bare shoulder with feather-light pecks. before long, the bra’s at your feet.

“hm, but you’re no different,” you manage out, reveling in the warm lashing of his tongue against your nipple. it buds up the more he suckles at it.

“really, now?” he eventually parts from your breasts and rises back up to his full imposing height, carrying that faint smirk he forever wears. he looks so adorable this way— cheeks pink, lips spit-streaked. richter takes hold of your bottoms from either side of you, and swiftly brings them down with what you could only call pure impatience.

“yes, really. you’re just as desperate,” you counter him, reaching low to prove it. your palm grazes his bulge, and you give a few thorough squeezes; the kind that makes his mouth drop open.

“look at you, almost bursting out of your pants,” you quietly giggle, gazing up at him through the wisps of your lashes. richter wonders how you make such light fun while using your touch to undo him all at once. his breathing quickens, and it gets just a little heavier with your every attempt to caress his throbbing cock through his trousers. “seems like you need it more than i do, doesn’t it?”

“oh, fuck me . . .” richter whines, settling his head into the slope of your shoulder. your touch leaves him, just for a moment, to rid him of those restrictive pants. his cock springs free from its confines and bobs under its own weight. he’s got more length than girth; a good six or seven in size, with two thick veins running along the underside of him. the faint-pink tip prods at your thigh, staining your skin with precum.

he bucks against you hungrily, fingertips digging into the seams of your panties. you think you can hear them splintering apart. in the heat of things, he always winds up tearing your good underwear.

richter could ease into this moment and let your hand work him senseless, but there comes a time where he decides to end the charade. there’s also no knowing when his aunt and sister will return. he wants to make the most out of the unpromised time you have.

and so, he cuts your fun short with a mere rasp, “i’m through messing around with you. get on the fucking bed.”

no malice is found in his words; it’s just the height of his lust. you’d do as told, but richter’s already taking action into his own hands. with two, three— no, four steps, he’s standing at the bedside and splaying you across it. he snags off the remaining of your torn panties, left to suggestively decorate his floor. now, in all your naked glory, you’re bare and ready for him.

richter crawls over to you and kneels from above where you lay, situated closely between your legs. your thighs cushion either side of his lean hips. he leans down occasionally whenever you plead for a kiss, or wish to thread your fingers through his brown tousled hair. it now looks just a bit wilder than usual.

“c’mon— open, darling.” he hints at your legs, smoothing his warm palms down from your calves to your thighs. ever the compliant girlfriend, you part them nice and wide for his viewing pleasure. your cunt’s glossy and wet, clenching around nothing but the intangible air around.

‘oh, how pretty,’ he breathlessly murmurs, dragging two fingers across the expanse of your body. down, down, down, until they’re tracing along your slit. your dripping hole puckers against the pads of his index and middle, and you whimper when he threatens to push two inside.

“this wet, yet i’ve hardly done a thing,” his voice is ever boastful, “are you sure i’m the desperate one?” both fingers are suddenly replaced with his stiff erection, and he uses the precum-stained tip to catch onto your clit, resting warm and heavy against it. to that, you release a little ‘mm,’ and he taps against your puffy bud with the head of his cock— stopping once your hips start bucking for more.

“god, you just love to torment me . . . ” you huff out, vexation getting the best of you. “torment you? oh, never.” richter taunts, slotting himself between your puffy folds. he steers the way he glides against you by keeping a thumb at the base. “i just like to watch you squirm, is all.”

you know how to pry what you want out of him; a little bit of begging here, a small ounce of praise there. you lift your hips to grind against the underside of him, emitting soft moans whenever he rubs against your swollen clit just right, “richter, please. i really need your cock . . .”

“oh, baby,” he bites at his lower lip, giving in just as you expected of him. “i love it when you ask nicely.” in one fluid motion, he fits himself past the fleshy ring of your entrance and slips right inside. noise falls from you both; you’re gasping at the steady push, doing your best to accommodate every given inch, and richter’s letting small groans escape him, fingers digging into the tender flesh of your hips.

“always so fucking . . . tight,” he emits a shuddered breath, dropping his head to watch himself bottom out deep enough for his balls to nestle snugly against your ass-cheeks. you’re well connected now, to the point where his own pelvis has become sticky with your arousal. chestnut fringes drop into his view, and he sweeps his hair back with one hand threading through it.

“you’re taking it all so well this time,” he lifts his gaze to meet yours, a subtle grin playing on his lips. “such a good girl for me.” the connection between you two pulsates. he starts to build a delicious rhythm— drawing out for just a second, and pushing back in by the next. he watches you melt beneath him, your eyes sealed shut and mouth agape. a tangly string of moans tumble from your plush lips. richter’s no composer by any means, but the sounds he pulled from you is nothing short of beautiful music.

he’s without resignation tonight, and you notice his intensity when handling you. those naughty hands of his cup and squeeze and rub, his thrusts are fast, and you're sure that the resounding ‘smack!’ of skin-upon-skin can be heard from outside the window with how loud it’s become.

richter’s got your wrists bound above your head using the grip of only one firm hand, while he uses the other to keep your leg perched over his broad shoulder. his cock pushes deeper inside whenever he rolls his hips into your own, and your toes curl against the sheets with every stroke. when ramming in, his breath goes shaky at the sight of your body lurching, and pulling out makes his eyes roll back with how hard you’re clamping down on him, practically begging him to stay.

you’re soon to unravel, and you can tell he is too. his thighs begin to tremble, and his pace is less timely. nearing ecstasy, you already know what richter’s bound to ask you:

“where do you want me?”

without fail, he poses the same question by the near end of every session. and each time, you opt for the safe route, even though you secretly wish for more. your answer mostly varies on whatever position he’s got you manhandled in. bashfully, you’ll instruct him to cum over your ass if he has you bent over, or your tits if he’s been ogling them the whole night. sometimes, you’ll even let him decorate your pretty face with his seed— now that drives him mad, so much so that you always go another round or two afterwards.

but your true desire is, by far, much filthier than the rest. you’re nowhere near daring enough to plainly admit that you want his cum inside of you. as in, womb-filling placement. pregnancy-inducing, even.

though, something’s come over you tonight. you think richter’s finally ‘fucked you stupid’ the way he always cockily threatens to. or, maybe having him settled within you just feels too good to give up so soon. you don’t want him pulling out this time, you determine. what you need is for him to stay right where he is, to keep you stuffed whole with his warm love. all you want is for him to do it—

“inside,” is your breathless cry; a risky plea of the very thing he spends lone nights getting himself off to the thought of. richter isn't sure he heard you right— no, it must be a cruel figment of his perverse imagination. a bead of sweat's caught along his raised brow, those blue eyes of his carry a hooded glow, and his face, bearing a cutely furrowed look, grows pinker than before.

“what?”

“oh, god,” you whine, face gone hot. “richter, i . . .” the words melt off your tongue and fizzle into nothing.

“you . . ?” he plays around your hesitance, drawing out the word with some light goading. you sigh rather than responding, and it’s a dramatic one, because does he really have to make you repeat yourself? richter gazes down at you expectantly as he slows his movements, finding purchase on your waist to come to an unsteady pause. his fingers drum along your sides, awaiting more clarity.

your voice is small when you manage to confess, “ . . . i want you to cum inside of me.”

you think you can see the very moment that he fucking breaks. it’s like his resolve’s a porcelain vase, oh so delicate, and you’ve just pushed it to the floor and cracked it into a million tiny pieces. he releases this low groan, one that makes your pussy flutter at the sound of it. you can feel how rapidly his cock throbs from within you. you’re sure he’s about to paint them white.

“shit . . . you don’t mean that.”

“i do, rich. i want this.”

you blink up at him, pleading with glassy eyes and the very pout that makes his heart throb. god, he wants to kiss you so messily right now. and that he does— closing in to slot his lips against yours, working his tongue down your mouth, and separating with a distinct pop! you moan against richter’s lips as his clutch on your waist intensifies.

“you’ve gone ahead and finally drove me fucking crazy,” he thickly swallows, “you don’t know what you’ve just done to me, do you?” richter takes hold on both sides of your face, painless but firm. you mumble aloud what sounds like his name. he can’t be sure, as you’re muffled from the way his grasp is making your cheeks puff out.

“oh, darling, you don’t.” richter seethes, knowing how you like it when he gets a little mean, “because if you did, you’d know that spewing that kind of shit will make me fuck you like a senseless animal,” his toned body is hunched over yours, eliminating any space there once was between you, “that i’d fill up this greedy little cunt until you’re overflowing with my cum,” his octave drops, tone dangerous, “that i wouldn’t be able to stop until we’ve both passed out on this goddamn bed.”

“mmph, rich . . .” you weakly attempt, whining through your lips that he keeps pursed between his thumb and index that press into the fat of your cheeks.

“what was that, love? you wanna be stuffed with my cum?” his tone is a mocking one, but you dumbly nod anyway. he mirrors the rocking motion of your head, amused with your desperation, “fuck yeah, you do. can feel you getting wetter at the thought of it.”

you haven’t got it in you to feed into that typical banter with your boyfriend. you only want him to do just as he said and ‘fill you up.’ you're pawing at his bicep with one hand, and the other one clasps over the wrist of the hand he’s using to squish at your face. ‘want it,’ you start, fingers skimming across his arm, ‘so badly, rich!’

“fine, then. you’re such a needy thing,” he gives in, figuring you’ve endured just about enough of his teasing. richter holds himself by the base, and pulls back to trace your gaping hole with his cockhead.

“you asked for this,” he pants out, “to be fucking bred.”

just as before, his entrance is a smooth one; even if your grip on him is so taut that he can barely manage to move. you’re moaning again, aimlessly circling your hips in an attempt to match his movement.

patterns repeat themselves— like richter’s desperation that always manifests itself through harsh rutting. his mind goes blank every time he’s encompassed by your sweet, warm pussy. he aches for it, for you, as though he wasn’t just indulging. he was this close to release just minutes ago. the sensitivity is still there, you notice from how his tip pulses from within you. he’s been holding out on himself, trying to make this count.

richter dedicates the next several minutes to flipping and folding you into at least two different positions, bodies merging with a zealous haste. as always, the bed creaks and whines with every pivoted motion made upon it. nobody else is here to complain about it, so the noise is ignored rather than worried over. after all, there’s something gratifying about the sex being hard and thorough.

there’s more fervor behind his loving this time, and it’s because he’s got the end in mind. yes, the finishing is what he anticipates; once he can finally, finally pump you full of all the cum he has to offer. and maybe— no, definitely, he’ll have you knocked up after it’s done.

the prospect excites him more than it should; giving you a little bright-eyed belmont. richter’s always seen replenishing the sacred bloodline as a responsibility that only he alone holds. the very last one, he is. who else apart from him could return their clan to its original glory?

a good amount of years ago, as richter can’t bring himself to remember a particular number, his mother would present him with countless tales of their infamous family. how they’d slay monsters of the night with the utmost ease, gifted with holy tools and magic of old passed down throughout the centuries. he wouldn’t like to admit how much it’s gotten to his head; or moreso, how important he sees it to expand the family tree.

god willing, the pair of you will have babies, lots of babies, and mark the start of a new generation of vampyre slayers. it already helps that he loves to fuck you at any given chance. breeding you had always been lingering at the back of his mind, even back when the pair of you first coupled over ten months back . . . but he never really thought so deeply about it until you confessed your deep desire, and forced him to come to terms with his own.

“thinkin’ of you pregnant,” he reveals, voice honest and vulnerable, “god, what a beautiful sight. my woman, all round and full with my love . . . ”

“mm, that sounds— possessive,” you breathe out, body steadily rocking at the pace that richter’s set. you’re cracking your eyes open and sparing him a glance, just to see that he’s already staring back down at you. like you’re his everything, it seems. that twinkle in his eye is reserved for you only, and it makes you throb with want.

“oh, i’m sure it does.” he doesn’t bring himself to deny it. he wants you marked by him in every possible way. for anyone to take a glance at your rounding belly months from now and just know that he touched you thoroughly and fucked you right.

“but you should understand just how fortunate you are, baby,” he coos, “do you know how many bitches would kill for this seed you’re getting tonight? hm?” richter drones on, “you even sure you deserve it?”

he knows full well that you do. if there’s any woman on god’s green earth that he wants to give all his love to, it’s indisputably you. he’s simply rousing you up, making you ‘earn’ it. the man likes to tease, and you can’t help but enjoy being on the receiving end.

“well . . . you’re planning to give it to me, aren’t you?” even with him wrecking you, body sore and hair disarray, you're still able to check him. “i am,” he sighs, “and you’re gonna feel it all the way in here,” a large palm of his splays across your abdomen. from over your tummy, he feels the outline of his own cock, pressing in and sliding out before ramming it’s way back in again, courtesy of his rolling hips.

it spurs him on to see that he doubles you in size, so much so that his dick leaves a bulge. richter bets that he’s stretching out your cunt in the nicest way— just look at how you’re taking it with hazy eyes and quivering legs. no wonder you want his cum so badly; because who else throughout all of goddamn machecoul could give you such good orgasms? which other man could possibly fill you up with such valuable seed?

“i swear, m’gonna give you a baby,” is richter’s shaky promise, moaning throughout, and his cock throbs twice in a row. he’ll make you a carrier of the next generation of belmonts, he swears it. and oh, is he sure you’ll be an amazing mother. the thought makes his head buzz. he vividly pictures you, tender and swollen in the tummy and breasts, waddling around cutely due to carrying his very own child. he could cum just by thinking about it too hard . . .

and he does.

“oh, god, i’m gonna— oh, fuck!” his balls constrict, his pelvis becomes tightly-strung, and before he knows it, he’s emptying his thick load inside of you.

“yes, rich . . . give it to me,” you softly purr, allowing him to ease his weight onto you as he shudders from the high and his limbs go weak. from where he has his face smushed against your cushiony chest, he bites at your left breast while cumming some more. it spurts out in hot streams, accompanied by the twitching of his sensitive dick. he lazily humps against you, and a bit of semen seeps past your cunt, trickles down the length of him, and pours out onto the sheets beneath. you knew it’d be satiating to be filled to the brim.

he feels like he could fall asleep right here atop of you. even with his head’s swimming in a thick cloud of lust, and though the aftermath of his climax lingers, he’s still able to deliver slow rubs to your little bud.

“hope you’re ready for another,” he reaches down between you and swiping his graceful fingers across it, “because we aren’t fucking done yet.”

you hardly get a chance to bask in how nicely he’s loaded your womb, or the delightful tingle he brings when playing with your clit. richter, always a step ahead, uses his small bit of remaining energy to sit upwards with his back to the bedpost, and hauls you onto him so that you’re straddled over him just the way he likes. he gets the best view of your jiggling boobs this way.

“of course you still have it in you,” you lightly laugh. given his endurance, richter’s usually able to maximize his stamina through plenty of rounds. “i also wouldn’t mind being filled a second time . . .” you set your forehead to rest against his, bringing up a hand to swipe hair away from his gorgeous face eyes, “i liked it.”

“and i loved it,” he’s quick to admit, “should’ve been finishing inside you long before now.”

you smile over his comment and wiggle your ass over his semi hard-on, growing stiffer with every sway of your breasts in his face. his hands are busy holding you from either side, so you go out of your way to stroke along his cum-dirtied cock, white dripping alongside it. he groans at your touch as you help him in finding your entrance. your mouth falls open when sinking down on him, and he rushes to lick and suck at your lips. for the third time tonight, he makes himself at home in your inviting cunt.

and so, it begins again; his ceaseless tempo. your partner's grasp is hot and strong, pulling you off and slamming you back down onto him however he pleases. you cry out for more, and he’s capable of giving it to you, so he does. richter pistons up into you— out, in, out, in, molding you to shape the very curve of his veined cock. blush colored a fiery pink scatters his face from the apples of his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

“again, richter,” you gasp out, “cum inside me again . . !” oh, just look at that. now he’s built you a rotten little addiction. from here on out, you’ll probably always be left craving the fulfillment gained from him dumping his load into your pussy. personally, he doesn’t mind sating you. if it eases your mind and satisfies your heart, of course. after all, he’s surely developed a new kink of his own after tonight.

“oh, you’d want that, wouldn’t you, cockslut?” his fingers dip between your bodies to slide against your clit once more, “to let me impregnate you again, and again, and again . . .” he punctuates his sharp words with the lurch of his sturdy hips, knocking up into you until you’re jolting in his lap, breasts bouncing against his solid chest.

he doesn’t mean to come across in an offish way, or sound so mean. it’s just that when he gets like this, with your warm body so pliant at his fingertips, his mouth just tends to . . . run. more than usual, he supposes. the belmont just says whatever comes to mind, no matter how vulgar.

richter’s bright blue eyes follow the motion of your tits with every thrust. he slams in, hips pressed to you as close as it can get. he’s burrowed into you so deeply that his curly patch of dark pubes friction against your bundle of nerves. he’s twitching at the underside for every time your velvety walls suck him in further. you’re trying to milk him fucking dry, he believes.

there’s only so much stimulation that the pair of you can take in one night alone.

‘goddammit’ he grits out. before long, richter’s fucking you full of another stream of cum. his orgasm, hot and blinding, triggers your own; you’re creaming all over him, wetting his cock with the juices you squirt out. you’re sobbing out his name and shaking in his lap, so he holds you. a secure hand of his comes up and cradles your head to his chest, stroking your hair and calming your spent body, even as the orgasmic waves rush through you.

a silence comes over his quaint little room, where the ambience was once intense with the steamy air of sex. a chill autumn breeze blows its way through the cracked-open window, cooling your sweat-sheen skin. his dusty-blue sheets are stained with all kinds of suggestive white fluids, and the bed has stopped making all that noise.

you’re still placed over his thighs in the same straddling stance, one you both feel much too tired to get out of. he tries at maneuvering so he can lie on his back, with you motionlessly laid over him. your breathing is soft and winded, but your heart’s beating fast. he can feel it, with the way your chest is pressed to his own in this position.

richter eventually slips out, and you whine once he leaves you. he peers down and groans at the spillage of his potent cum, pearly and warm, dripping from your messy little cunt in thick globs. ‘christ,’ he thinks, ‘it’s so fucking much.’

he presses a kiss to your forehead, and it stirs you from the sleep you were just about to fall into. “what do you say to me, darling?”

“hmm . . what?” after all those rounds, you’re not here mentally, and he knows it— he’s why. but with the light smirk his lips hold, you’re finally able to get it. he’s waiting for a:

“t—thank you,” you murmur out, and he tsks.

“oh, c’mon, be specific. thank you for what?”

he's simply insufferable. oh, but you love the man, so you'll let him have his way, just for tonight.

“thank you for . . giving me your cum, richter . . .”

he hums in what appears to be satisfaction. it sounds like the prettiest set of words when falling from your lips. he’d fuck you again if the both of you weren’t completely spent.

richter brings a hand to support the back of his head, propping it up a little higher than the pillows can. you snuggle into him, face nuzzling against the firm comfort of his chest, and he throws his arm over your waist, feeling at the plush skin there with a wandering touch.

his palm slides a bit further down, now planted gently against your stomach. it’ll start to grow in a little while, and get real big and plump with your baby fostering inside. maybe they’ll have your nose and complexion, with his eyes and attitude . . . he lets a grin overtake his lips, feeling more than accomplished.

“you’re a lucky fucking woman,” richter coos, hand lovingly rubbing over your tummy, “you’re gonna be carryin’ belmont blood now.”

tags go out to . . . ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ @blushfwul @springmarcheson @missmagicalprincess @kaennih-skitlles @divin3bloodlines! hope y’all enjoyed, mwuah! ❤︎

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jujutsukatsuki · 1 year

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Katsuki Bakugou wasn’t raised to be loving. Masaru tried his best to be a doting father and teach love. But,,, Mitsuki is stuck in her ways.

But you. You showed up, seemingly out of no where and loved him. You loved Bakugou Katsuki and weren’t afraid to scream it to the world.

That scared him.

The idea of being vulnerable with another person in a romantic way? Bakugou has fought against criminals, against the LOV, not much scared him.

But here you were with your pretty smile, the most gorgeous laugh, an amazing personality. I mean you were you and you are pretty amazing.

It took awhile before bakugou would eventually soften up. Let himself open up and be vulnerable with you. Eventually he let you see things that no one else did.

His fear of being kidnapped. His fear of losing. His fear of being nothing.

Now of course, you could only fix him to an extend. Encourage him to be better, to be vulnerable, to love more things in life.

Bakugou smiled as he watched you walk around a farmers market. A wicker basket in hand, a bright pink sundress hugging your frame with a pretty hat to protect you from the sun. You and Bakugou were meeting up at the farmers market. He hadn’t arrived yet, or so you thought.

He took a moment to admire how beautiful you were, the way your eyes lit up as you looked at some cute handmade decorations at one of the booths. He took a picture. Katsuki wasn’t normally one to stop and take pictures, but you were living breathing art. He had too.

Eventually, you felt arms around your waist and a husky voice in your ear. “Hello sweet girl.” He hummed. You smiled wide and spun in his arms to hug him tight. “Suki!” You giggled as you were picked up just so your feet were off the ground.

He couldn’t help himself, he spun you around, letting out a small laugh as you squealed and put a hand on top of your sunhat to keep it from blowing away as a gust of wind seemingly had perfect timing.

“Suki!” You laughed as he put you down, this drew a bit of attention, most people recognizing the pro hero but chose not to do anything. He was with his loved one. And a lot of people were still scared of him.

That day was one of the best Bakugou had. He loved the way you’d giggle at anything, loved the way you’d hold his hand tightly. Loved the way that if you were going through a crowd, you’d let him hold your waist and guide you through it.

While being sat at his house, a glass of wine in your hand, some comfy clothes replaced your sundress and a blanket was thrown over the two of you. Thighs brushed against one another, his arm around your shoulders. A random show on tv.

“I love you Y/n.” He didn’t dare look at you for the fear of rejection. What if he mistook all the moments you two had shared? What if he wasn’t good enough? Wasn’t vulnerable enough?

You giggle and gently grab his jaw to make him look at you.

“I love you too Katsuki Bakugou.” You pull his face closer to yours by the grip you have on the lower half of his face. You kiss gently.

Lips curled into smiles, heartbeats pounded against rip cages, palms sweated nitroglycerin.

Nervous. You made him nervous. But honestly? He wouldn’t have it any other way.

Bakugou Katsuki wasn’t raised with a lot of love in the household. He had to be taught what love meant. Feel what love meant. Understand what love meant.

And from what he learned, felt and understood.

He knew that he loved you.

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #Bakugo katsuki x reader #Bakugou katsuki x reader #my hero academia x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #bnha x reader

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fictionadventurer · 8 months

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In Emma, the incident that sparks the story isn't a death or a loss of fortune or even someone new coming to town. It's a wedding. A happy event, usually the end of a story. But I like how this acknowledges that even a happy event like a wedding can bring its own kind of sorrow. Emma's happy for Miss Taylor, but she still mourns the way that her life has to change. Marriage can massively alter social circles, especially for women, taking them away from the home sphere and into a new life, and forcing the people they leave behind to deal with the loss. Here, it's a good change, but it's still a change.

Emma's in a unique position among Austen heroines. She's got money, a comfortable home, a loving father who would prefer she stay in his household for the rest of her life. She doesn't have to consider matrimony as a business arrangement the way some heroines have to. If she marries, it's going to be almost solely for companionship.

Because that's the one thing Emma lacks. She's lonely. She loves her father, but he's not someone she can engage with socially or intellectually. She ranks above everyone in town, so there's no one who can be on an equal level with her. Her father won't travel, so she can't get involved in social events with people who are of her rank and happen to live a little further out. Her attachment to Harriet is a desperate attempt to create a companion of her own social rank, and then marry her to Elton so she can remain in Emma's social circle. Mrs. Martin would be just another farmer's wife who sits below Emma's level; Mrs. Elton can be her equal.

But we can't overlook the fact that Emma makes the situation worse through snobbery. She's not only of a higher social rank than the people around her--she feels herself superior to them. Her father has plenty of friends, but to her, Mrs. Goddard and Miss Bates are just "prosy old ladies". Which is fine--they're more of her father's age, not hers. But it does indicate a wider personality problem. There's more than a hint of Mr. Darcy about the way she goes about detaching Harriet from Mr. Martin because he's so "coarse and vulgar", and trying to raise her up to Emma's standards of what's acceptable.

So, anyway, Emma's uniquely positioned in a story where friends-to-lovers has to be the character arc. And in the process, she's got to overcome her sense of superiority that makes it so difficult for her to classify people as friends.

#the great emma reread begins!#emma #jane austen #i feel like this should have been a bullet-point list #because written out in essay form i'm just restating what everyone's said a jillion times #but i gotta get my thoughts straight to have a lens on this reread

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sweetwriter · 3 months

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Mafia Toji x black fem reader

Black Reader loves to cook

YN isn’t stupid, she’s been with Toji for a while. A bunch of big scary men that have records- c’mon now. She knew, but that doesn’t mean that she can’t still be loving and caring.

“Love, the men are coming over for a meeting- just wanted to let you know.” He said while coming up behind you to hug your waist.

Toji has wanted this for- forever. Growing up in an abusive household he learned to lick love off of sharp knives. YN was different; she gave love so freely. She inadvertently taught him that real love has boundaries, fun moments, and tough ones. She was willing to stick by him during the tough times and the good ones.

“They are? What for? Bad deal?” She said hovering over the kitchen, “No, we have a new guy coming in.” YN let out a shriek, “REALLY- oh my gosh, I need to go to the store, I don’t have enough ingredients. I’m making pot roast, make sure to post up my menu on the counter so they can be ready.” Toji watching as YN rushes around checking the pantries for whatever ingredients she needs. Toji always thought that she was cute like this. The kitchen is her home inside of her home.

Whenever he gives her his black card all the transactions say “William Sanoma” “Farmers Market” “Fish shops” She of course buys nice clothes, but any kitchen store, she’s in.

“Where are you going, take Megumi with you”

“Meg baby come on youre gonna come with me to the store.” Little Megumi waddled over to her smiling about the store.

YN always said adventures for kids can be anywhere as long as you have the excitement for it; that’s why Megumi loves going to the store with his mom (found mom).

As YN helps Megumi put on his shoes she grabs her list and gives it to Megumi, he’s her little checker- to make sure they have all the ingredients.

Toji watches them walk out when he hears Gojo come up behind him, “Where did Ms. YN go?”

“The store” Toji said with a chuckle, gojo chuckles.

“Finally some good food, Ms YN ruined fast food for me.”

"What- so my takeout isn't good enough for your spoiled ass?" Toji sneered.

"No need to get all riled up bossman, everyone knows Ms YN knows how to cook up a storm."

#imagine #fanfiction #black reader #my writing #jujustu kaisen #toji x reader #toji x black reader #drabble #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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melonn-soda · 1 year

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❝ LOVE LACED NIGHTS...❞

warnings: dacryphilia, safewords, creampie, bttm male reader, top fukuzawa, praise kink, aftercare

word count: 3k

prompt: basically u meet the detective agency as fuku’s hubby and hang out w/ them a bit then u get it on

notes: fukuzawa’s first name is used the entire fic btw

fem aligned dni

for someone who seemed to like working alone for a majority of his life, the detective agency was very surprised at the sight of the director mentioning him being married. most of that reason was because yukichi never wore his ring during working hours due to him being scared about your well-being and the enemies that would use you to manipulate his decisions. he was very secretive about his home life and you were no different. of course, you worked your own job, never wore your wedding ring outside of home, and never showed any connection to the detective agency in public. the only person who knew at the time is ranpo, who you saw frequently around the household since you and yukichi took care of him when he was a teen.

now, here you were, in your home, standing in front the detective agency with a cat themed apron on since you stepped away from your cooking at your husband’s call. to say being overwhelmed at the presence of all of them was an understatement, you felt like you were being judged by nearly every person in the room from the weight of their stares. the only people who didn’t seem to be judging you was the sliver haired young adult, the little farmer boy, and dazai (whom you’ve heard so much about). compared to yukichi, you were on the more weaker side; however, looks can be deceiving. you knew how to defend yourself whenever it was needed, quick with your feet and with daggers, yukichi taught you most of the things you needed to know about fighting.

“oh! i wasn’t expecting visitors today.” you said sheepishly, hands tightly wrapping around the spatula nervously. being the center of attention was definitely not something you were used to, preferring to stick to the corners if that were an option, “these are your employees, am i wrong?”

your husband only nodded at you, hands tucked into his sleeves. ranpo was the first to initiate a response, glomping you into a hug that caught you by surprise, “ba! do you have any snacks for me?” he asked, slightly jumping up and down.

“ah- could we at least eat dinner first before you raid the pantry?” you asked, holding him down by the shoulders. watching him pout before a small “fine” was mumbled out of his mouth, he walked off into the living room, already making himself comfortable.

“it seems like you and ranpo are already pretty close.” the silver haired boy mentioned before spoke, a smile on his face. he walked in front of you, suddenly bowing which made you freeze up, “thank you for inviting us into your home, sir. i hope we aren’t too much of a bother.”

waving your hands in front of you, a response spilled out of your mouth, “there’s no need for such formalities.. i’m happy yukichi found people he could put so much trust in. if you are friends with him, then you are friends with me.” you reassured, hands returning back in front of you, “you may all call me [name] because i took on yukichi’s last name and to avoid confusion. do not feel afraid to approach me whenever i’m needed and- if you all don’t mind- may i get names to attach to faces?”

the use of the president’s first name was certainly weird to hear out loud, ranpo far too used to hearing it slip out of your mouth to actually care. everyone soon told their names and you returned to the kitchen to continue cooking the meals you left unattended. kunikida and atsushi came to help, setting the table alongside you as dishes and utensils were placed in orderly fashions. dazai and ranpo were playing a game of chess in the living room, a game common in america for those who possess the abilities to smoke those with their higher intellect and strategic thinking to beat the opposing side.

soon enough, you called everyone over to the dining area, everyone rushing in to sit at a spot and chat while eating after they all thanked you for the hospitality. dazai made multiple compliments about how good you looked for someone in your forties, causing you to fluster and stumble on your words and you thanked him. kunikida, of course, seemed to notice what he was going for and told him to knock it off, the brunet playing dumb and acting like he didn’t know what he was talking about. everyone seemed to be very nice and accepting of yukichi’s and your relationship since marriage between two men wasn’t very normalized within japan. it made you feel relieved over the fact you didn’t have to worry about that issue and face the discrimination that would follow after it, making you wallow in a pit of shame and tears that would break your character.

after dinner, everyone picked up their plates and placed them in the sink, you telling them that you could wash the dishes as they could go and finish their game of chess. yukichi snuck up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he planted a kiss on the back of your head, hair separating his lips that begged to touch your skin. you chuckled softly, brushing your palm against his forearm as you felt him smile in your hair.

“are you enjoying yourself?” he asked, now lowering his head to nuzzle it against your neck, placing a soft kiss just for you to crane your neck away at the ticklish sensation.

you hummed, “they’re lovely people,” you sighed, going back to washing the dishes as you heard bickering coming from the living room, “they seem so happy living this life despite it being at risk almost 24/7. i’m almost kind of jealous. i wish i was able to spend more time with you outside the comfort of our own home.”

yukichi felt the same. he wished he was able to take you out on dinners and shopping but the job he has was way too risky to put you in danger. so he made sure to buy you little but meaningful gifts as compromise for the depressing life you both had to live. even when he returned home, he made sure to make the both of you feel special, dancing slowly to the soft music that buzzed out of the radio as the alcohol started to take its effect. those nights never usually ended the way people think it does: spilled wine and tossed sheets- no. it was mostly just sitting on the bed as yukichi held you dear, your head resting on his chest as the both of you dozed off. your and yukichi’s sex drives weren’t very high but that was because you both got older and less focused on it. when you were both in your mid twenties to mid thirties, those were the heights of excitement in the bedroom. now, you both just wanted to take it slow, enjoy life while you still had it. sex between you two now had become softer and slower, gentle caresses and cries, just focused on the thought of making each other feel good.

you sighed, leaning back into yukichi while smiling. none of that mattered. the only thing important to you now was your beloved and the kid the both of you raised together. now, there was a whole agency you were willing to protect, all of them being too precious to let go. yukichi felt the waves of content radiate off of you, his hold on your waist getting tighter like he didn’t want to let go.

“ewww!!” you heard come from the entrance of the kitchen, whipping your head in that direction, almost hitting yukichi in the process, “you guys are so cheesy!!” ranpo bleghed in mockery, catching the attention of the entire agency. dazai was the next person to poke his head in, overdramatically saying how your relationship with your husband was too romantic for him to handle. kunikida came following after, yelling at the tall man about how disrespectful it is to say things like that. you didn’t mind it, instead laughing at the display of how well the agency members could get along, yukichi laying his cheek onto your shoulder as he watched along too.

once everyone left and said their goodbyes, you sighed and closed the door shut, feeling mentally exhausted after interacting with so many people. ranpo wasn’t going to spend the night here, telling you he was going to a friend’s house- someone named poe from what you remembered. yukichi picked up some of the cups left in the living room, placing them into the sink to wash for tomorrow. the both of you headed to bed, changing into the appropriate sleepwear before crawling into the sheets.

“that was fun.” you said, voice nearly a whisper, the moonlight shining through the window highlighting yukichi’s silver hair and your face. you softly touched his calloused palms, bringing one of them to your lips and just barely kissing it.

“i’m glad you enjoyed your time, love.” he lifted his hand that you just held and pressed it against the side of your head, rubbing your cheekbone affectionately. he pushed himself forward, kissing your forehead, then the bridge of your nose, then under your eyelids, cheek, and lastly the corner of your lips before pulling away.

you whined at the loss of desire, wanting him to give you what you wanted, “you’re so mean.”

he chuckled at you, slipping his fingers between yours, “then come and get what you want.” he teased, closing his hand within yours and tugged you toward him, his right arm wrapping around your waist as you were pressed into his chest.

you smiled and pressed yourself against him more, kissing him softly. it wasn’t long before the both of you started opening your mouths, teeth clicking weirdly from the position you were both kissing in. yukichi lifted you off your side, laying on his back as he placed you to straddle his lap. you settled your hands onto his chest, slowly starting you push his nightwear off, yours already starting to slip off your shoulders.

sighing into the kiss, his hands dipped down to the arch of your back, rubbing circles on your hip dips. you hummed onto his mouth, feeling his erection start to poke through his robes, nudging onto your thigh as you continued making out. you pushed your thigh into it, hearing him groan as his eyebrows furrowed from the contact.

giggling, you pulled away from the kiss, “already this pent up just kissing? you’re so cute.” you pecked his cheek once more before sitting up, feeling his grip on your hips squeeze when his face started to redden.

“you try dealing with the affairs of the agency then.” he nearly growled, moving your hips with minimal force since you never fought back against his relief. you knew how much stress his job caused him and you were in no place to shut down his needs, always putting his pleasure before yours.

“i know, love,” you started undoing the sash that kept his robes from falling, “you work very diligently and i acknowledge that.” you pushed away his wear, hand hovering over his pelvis before pressing down lightly against it, feeling him shiver under your form.

“safeword?” he asked.

“quill.”

that was all the confirmation you both need, the older tearing off the robes on your body, leaving you in your boxers, the cold air of the home making a chill run up your spine. clothes were thrown to the floor, blankets shoved to the ground as the tension started to build. yukichi raised his upper half to nibble at your collarbone, rubbing his palm against your hard on, sounds that were heavenly to him spilling out of your mouth. he was always so gentle with you now that old age was creeping up, he was usually more excited and rough when you were both younger but that spark of youth was gone now.

stripping you of your boxers, yukichi pulled you down with him, reaching into the drawer next to you and pulling out the quarter filled bottle of lube. he uncapped the bottle with his teeth, pouring it onto his ring and middle finger before pushing one of them inside you. you squirmed at the feeling, this type of activity having been put off for too long for when you last done this. he stopped to make sure you were comfortable again. prodding his finger in deeper once you seemed fine.

he poked around for a bit, stretching you out little by little, then felt you jolt and whine, burying your head into his shoulder as your fingernails lightly scratched at his skin.

“are you okay?” he asked, knowing that he just hit your prostate. he felt you nod and sigh slowly, resuming his actions.

he relubed his fingers after pulling them out for the short while, then pushing two fingers in, stretching you further. the sensation soon dulled after a few minutes, yukichi pressing down on the bundle of nerves a few times to tease you. finishing up his ministrations, he slipped out his fingers and wiped them on something you couldn’t see. your positions flipped nearly instantly, surprising you as you squeaked in shock. yukichi towered above you, his thin hips locked in tightly between your legs with a shadow cast on his face.

he went to reach over to the drawer again, in which you stopped him by grabbing his wrist, mumbling, “ah, umm.. can we do it..-” your lover looked at you, waiting for your answer, “can we do it without the…” your face flushed hotly and he seemed to catch on, nodding his head and taking the bottle of lube once more.

slicking himself up, he tossed the bottle to the side without a care and started to slip himself inside you slowly. you winced slightly, forgetting how much bigger he was compared to his fingers. you breathed out shakily, relaxing yourself so yukichi wouldn’t have a difficult time with you tightening up. when he was fully sheathed in you, yukichi pressed kisses up and down your neck, attempting to calm you down since he felt you tensing up.

“mnn- ah, you can move now…” you muttered out, feeling him press against your prostrate but not enough to drive you hypersensitive.

he slowly slid his cock out, pushing it back in at the same pace. this was the slow sex that the both of you had gotten used to, rocking into each other with minimal movement. he seemed a little rougher this time, thrusts a little quicker and precise. his grip on your waist was tight, nails digging into your skin as you whimpered and whined.

you could feel every part of him, dragging against your walls deliciously as you slightly drooled at the sensations. this felt better than the last time you’ve both done something like this. he was treating you with the aggressiveness you liked so much albeit gentler. eyes clenching shut, you groaned once you felt him hit your prostate, breathing heavily.

light scars started to rake up his back from your doing, reddening them as they started to swell. you trembled, yukichi hitting the bundle of sensitive nerves repeatedly, soon finding yourself crying out, “a-ahn-! hah, yu~, is too muuuch~” you slurred, tears starting to dribble down your face.

“it’s alright- nn, you’re being so good for me.” he praised, hearing your moans shift up and octave from how much you loved that sort of attention. he nuzzled himself in the crook of your neck, biting and kissing the marks he made afterward, making you shiver.

yukichi thrusted into you a little faster, noises spilling out of your mouth with a staccato. you felt yourself getting closer to your release, yukichi taking notice and starting to stroke you to your finish as he chased after his.

you sobbed in his hold, legs wobbling as you begged silently for him to release in you, “agh… close! ‘m so close.” you felt yukichi’s hips stutter as you started to clench around him, the older soon coming to his close as well.

“do you want me to-?” he started to ask, only to be interrupted with your constant pleases, looking up at him with desperation. he pumped his fist around you faster, causing you to arch your back, shaking vigorously from heightened simulation.

soon enough, you spilled onto his hand and your stomach, yukichi kissing you to keep you silent. you moaned lowly, him pistoning into you before stilling, filling you up as he thrusted slowly to ride out his high. you could feel some of it leak out, dripping onto the sheets as you sobbed from the aftershocks.

“are you okay..?” yukichi asked after a while, keeping himself settled inside, deciding not to move so he wouldn’t overstimulate you.

“mmmn.. yeah..” you mumbled, feeling his fingers brush your eyes, wiping away the tears that dripped. he was always good with aftercare, making sure you were alright, soothing your cries with whispers of praise.

he picked you up, making sure to slide out of you gently. he cleaned the both of you up, grabbing another pair of robes to dress you in as he changed the bedsheets. you drifted off to sleep as he was tidying the bed up, your husband taking notice and kissing you on the forehead, placing you onto the bed and tucking the both of you in for the night.

ranpo unlocked the door to his dads’ home, mumbling, “man, i can’t believe poe wasn’t home. i was really looking forward to reading his novel..”

he closed the door behind him, heading toward the laundry room, tearing off his coat to throw it into the basket. just as he was about to leave the room, he saw a slight shine from the corner of his eye. he thought it could’ve been jewelry of yours that might’ve dropped into the sheets but as he got closer his eyes widened in horror.

he yelled, running out of the laundry room with and embarrassed look on his face, “these guys are so GROSS!!!”

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