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Three Headed Dragon-Aemond Targaryen x Aegon II Targaryen x Daemon Targaryen x Female! Original Character (One-Shot Smut Fic)FMMM

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Rating: Explicit, NSFW, 18+

(FMMM) Everyone does everyone

TAGS/TW: Explicit Sexual Content, Double Vaginal Penetration, Foursome, Sword Crossing, Praise Kink, seriously its only smut, Targcest, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Double Penetration, Double Penetration in One Hole, Double Penetration in Two Holes

Word Count: ~8800

This had been one of Annara’s favorite nights. The food at the feast was wonderful and she felt happier than she had been in the months since leaving Storm’s End and coming to King’s Landing. She was dressed in a silk gown of gray and gold, and her skirts flew around her as Aemond spun her around to the music. He was in a decent mood this evening, too. The long days tended to pull his face in angry lines and sometimes she could see the look in his eyes when he heard those whispers about him. He looked down at her and smirked and she smiled back up at him.

The song finished and they stepped away from each other and bowed. She touched her palms to her cheeks, feeling flushed and warm from the dancing and the wine. Aemond put his hand out for her to take, and they walked to a table for refreshments. As Annara put the cup to her lips, Aemond leaned in close to whisper in her ear.

“Come with me.” His breath was a breeze that tickled her neck and made goosebumps bloom across her skin. She nodded.

While everyone in the large room was distracted, Aemond pulled Annara into a side door that led to a servant’s hallway. They came to a darkened alcove, and he shoved her inside. Her back hit the wall and Aemond wrapped his hands around her neck and jaw and pushed his thigh between her legs. He took her mouth with his, in a soft kiss. He slanted his mouth over hers and his wet tongue teased the seam of her lips. He groaned into her mouth as Annara opened for him. The kiss became deeper, and warmth flooded her core as Aemond ground himself into her soft belly. She tried to pull away, but Aemond pressed his mouth against hers harder and his hands began to move. He left one on her neck while the other drifted lower. He pulled her dress down exposing her breasts and then he bent his head and took her nipple into his mouth.

Annara moaned and Aemond slid the hand that was on her neck up to cover her mouth as he teased the hardened nub. She was a wanton mess, and she felt the wetness building and started to rub herself on his thigh. Removing his hand from her mouth, Aemond released her nipple and licked a trail up her chest and neck and then took her mouth into his.

A door shut nearby, and footsteps shuffled along the floor broke the spell that they were in. Aemond pulled away and Annara looked up at him and giggled. He shushed her, turned his back and watched whoever it was move through the hall. Annara fixed her dress and then Aemond grabbed her hand and pulled her from the alcove and further down the servant’s hall.

She could not wipe the giddy look from her face. “Where are you taking me?” she asked.

He looked each servant in the eyes as they passed, careful to keep her close behind him. Aemond kept pace as he answered her. “Somewhere we can be alone and away from prying eyes.”

Annara giggled again and let him lead the way. They walked to the end of the hall and slipped into another side door and began walking up the stairs. He turned again as they were climbing the stairs, grabbing her and slanting his mouth over hers again.

“I cannot get enough of your taste. I want more.” He spoke the words into her mouth and Annara pressed him closer and made a breathy moan into his mouth as an answer. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his stomach, grinding her throbbing heat into him. She wanted him so bad. Aemond carried her up the steps, his mouth never leaving hers. Annara was faintly paying attention as Aemond let go of her to open a door as they went through it. The kiss grew frantic and needy and Aemond set her legs on the ground, but neither one ever broke away.

Aemond’s hands were frenzied as they roamed her body, and she grabbed his doublet and began undoing his buttons. He untied the back of her gown, pulling it open, moving it down her shoulders and she had opened his shirt as someone in the room cleared their throat.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Annara looked up at Aemond as he looked over her shoulder, behind her. She recognized the voice, and it made her skin heat further. She fumbled with her dress and held it to her chest.

“Leave, Uncle.” Aemond said to Daemon.

Annara looked behind her at Daemon as he leaned against the fireplace mantle, swirling a goblet of something. He looked down at his drink and back at them and smirked. “Now why would I do that? This night has been fucking boring and now I have found something much more enticing.”

Annara turned to face Daemon and she watched as his eyes danced up and down her body and saw him shift on his feet. Aemond grabbed Annara and pulled her back to his front. “I didn’t realize you liked to watch, Uncle.”

Daemon took a swallow from his goblet and hummed, placing the cup on the mantle. He walked to them and stopped right in front of Annara, never taking his eyes from her. When he was toe to toe with Annara, he looked over her shoulder at Aemond and she turned her face to look at him too. He was staring at Daemon and Annara could not make out the look in his eye. They held eye contact, and no words were exchanged as Daemon lifted his hand and drug it down Annara’s neck. She swallowed and closed her eyes. Daemon’s touch was featherlight and made her heartbeat fast. She looked up at him, but he was still looking at Aemond.

“Tell me, Lady Annara, has my nephew taken care of you the way you should be taken care of?”

Annara’s voice sounded breathy and strange as she replied, “I-I don’t know what you mean, Prince Daemon.” Daemon smirked at Aemond and finally met Annara’s eyes.

He hummed. “Very well. Come nephew, let me show you how to please a woman.”

Annara looked over her shoulder again at Aemond. Aemond smiled down at her and jerked his chin towards his uncle. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “If at any point you want to stop, just say so.” Annara took a deep breath and looked back at Daemon. He was standing next to a large wingback chair that he had pulled to face a couch. He gestured towards it with his hand, and she took a deep, shaky breath and walked over, leaving her gown in a puddle on the floor.

Daemon sat on the settee and Annara stopped in front of him and looked back at Aemond. He was following behind her, and his eyes were glued to her back end. Her eyes went back to Daemon who was looking her up and down with a feral glint in his eyes.

She felt nervous and fought the urge to cover herself. Right now, she had two of the most powerful men in the realm looking at her as if she were a new land worth conquering.

“Give me your eye patch, Aemond.” Daemon said to him. Aemond reached up and pulled it off his head and placed it in Daemon’s hand. Aemond moved to sit in the chair at her back and Daemon twirled his finger and told her “Turn around.”

When she did, she looked Aemond in the eye. The firelight reflected off the large sapphire in his empty eye and made him look so dark and desirable. She bit her lip.

Daemon grabbed her wrists and tied them together behind her back with Aemond’s eye patch then ordered her to sit.

“Sit on y-your lap?”

“Yes, Lady Annara. Sit.”

She complied, straddling Daemon’s thighs. The restraints on her wrist were tight but not uncomfortable. Daemon brushed her hair from her shoulder. “Look at him. He is already worked up.” Daemon tsked. “Patience, nephew, patience.” He drugs his fingers down Annara’s back. “In High Valyrian, you say no like ‘daor’. Say it back to me.”

“Daor,” Annara replied. Daemon hummed and Aemond scooted to the edge of the seat in front of her.

“To say yes you say ‘kessa’. Say it.”

“Kessa.”

Daemon’s hands were on her shoulders, and he pulled her back against his chest. “Say them both again.”

“Daor. Kessa.”

“Good. I am going to touch you and show my nephew how a woman longs to be touched. You will answer me when I ask if something is okay with those words.” Annara nodded and relaxed into Daemon, her eyes still glued to Aemond.

“Words, Annara.”

“Kessa, My Prince.”

Aemond nodded at Daemon over Annara’s shoulder and Daemon spread his thighs, opening Annara up to Aemond’s gaze. With her hands bound and legs spread open, Annara felt exposed, vulnerable but eager. The anticipation was building with each moment that passed.

One of Daemon’s hands rested on the couch while the other drifted up her shoulder to her neck and down to her breasts, moving agonizingly slow. Annara did not move as his hand traveled and Aemond’s eyes followed. His other hand lifted and squeezed her breast, and he began to tease her nipple, flicking it with his fingers with each pass of his hand.

“Is this, okay?” Daemon whispered to her.

“Kessa” she replied.

“Aemond, you must take your time. Build the anticipation. Do you see the way her body is begging to be touched and satisfied. Read her body the way you read your books.”

Aemond leaned back in his seat and grabbed the bulge in his pants. Daemon’s other hand joined the first in playing with her breasts. She arched into the touch telling him that she wanted him lower. Lower where the heat was building and where she was craving touch the most.

Daemon leaned back and Annara went with him, further exposing her to Aemond. His hands left her breasts and moved down her soft, quivering belly, cascading over her most sensitive skin, barely brushing his hands over her mound and making her shake. If he touched her right, then she would come.

“How about now, Annara. Okay?”

“Kessa.”

Daemon ran his hands up and down her thighs and Annara watched as Aemond rubbed himself through his pants. “Open her up, Uncle.”

Daemon hummed. His hands slid up her thighs to her wet center. She went to close her legs together, but Daemon forced them open. He slid his nose down the side of her face, his voice tickling her ear and neck. “Relax. Show him.” Annara relaxed into Daemon as he drug his hands up to her pussy, lightly brushing his fingers over her lips. He gingerly placed his hands on each side and slowly opened her pussy to Aemond, the unhurriedness of it and the obsceneness of it made her pussy drip liquid heat that slid down her ass.

Aemond kneeled out of the chair and came closer, his face dangerously close to her center. Daemon dragged his finger through her folds, stopping at her entrance and gathering wetness on the tip. He removed it and held it out to Aemond. “Taste her.”

Aemond took Daemon’s finger into his mouth and sucked and hummed at the taste of her. Annara squirmed in Daemon’s lap, but he placed his hands on her inner thighs again. “I’m going to open her up again and I want you to drag your tongue up the seam.”

Aemond’s tongue was foreign but hot and felt amazing as he slid it from her opening up to the sensitive nub at the top. He hummed and closed his eye as he leaned back in for another taste.

Annara moaned into it, and she could feel Daemon pressing his hard, covered cock into her ass.

“What does she taste like?” a new voice said from across the room. Everyone jerked their faces over to see Aegon standing in front of the door as he slid the lock shut behind him. Annara tried closing her legs again, but Daemon kept them pried open, Aemond’s breath blowing teasing kisses on her exposed pussy.

“Come find out.” Daemon said. “I am already showing your brother how to please a woman. I suppose I could show you too.”

Aegon pulled his shirt over his head and walked over to kneel next to his brother. “Watch how they want you. Right now, you have three dragon princes in the palm of your hand. Do you wish to continue your worship, Lady Annara?”

Annara looked at the brothers as they both looked at her center. Aemond’s lips and chin were wet with her arousal and Aegon’s eyes darkened the longer he stared. She swallowed and nodded. “Kessa.”

“Good.” Daemon whispered and then licked her earlobe. Her back arched and it spread her open more. He moved his hand to her pussy and spread her lips open. “Aemond, taste her again.”

Aemond did. This time for longer. His tongue slid up and down her pussy and he shoved his tongue inside her entrance, fucking her with his tongue. Aegon sat back on his haunches and started rubbing himself on the outside of his pants, mirroring his brother. Annara’s legs began to quiver, and her breaths were coming faster. She felt herself building and reaching towards her climax. Daemon pushed Aemond’s head back and Annara whimpered. “Not so fast.” He ran his hands up and down her inner thighs. “Let your brother have a taste.”

Aemond scooted back and let Aegon get face to face with her center. She was dripping down her ass and there was a puddle in Daemon’s lap. Aegon was more aggressive than Aemond and instead of slowly licking her, the instant his mouth touched her pussy, he sucked her clit into his mouth. The feeling made Annara buck up into his mouth and Daemon had to hold her down and her legs open. Annara looked at Aemond as she moaned loudly. He was sitting back on his legs now, but his cock was out and in his hand. It was large, the head of it swollen and dark, and a bead of wetness leaked from the tip as he moved his hand from base to tip. Aegon continued to suck on her clit and Annara was reaching her peak again, but Daemon moved Aegon’s head the same way he moved Aemond’s. Annara wanted to whine and scream at being held back from her climax again.

She was shocked as Daemon stood and she had to gain her footing. He tore off his shirt and pulled down his pants, his hard cock springing free. His was wider, where Aemond’s was longer, and it had a curve in it. Annara swallowed at the sight of it, and she found herself wanting to feel it.

Daemon sat down again, his erection touching his stomach and he pulled Annara down on top of him again, her back to his front. He adjusted his cock to where it rested on her pussy and she shamelessly began grinding on it, feeling it slide through her wetness. Daemon groaned behind her and Aemond and Aegon were both stroking their hard cocks watching. “You must get them ready to take your cock. Do not force it.” He grabbed his cock in his hand and lined it up at her entrance. He did not push it in, just let the head sit there. Annara’s pussy was leaking, and she wanted badly to have him shove it inside.

Daemon spread her pussy open with his free hand and then slowly started pushing himself inside. She knew that it looked obscene, but she could not help the moan that escaped her. She had never felt so used but so good and she was reveling in the attention that these three men were giving her.

“That is it. Good girl. You take it so well.” Daemon’s words made her moan louder and arch into him. She relaxed and took him as his cock filled her up. Aemond was still watching and pulling harder on his cock as Daemon began to move inside her. Aegon leaned forward and sucked her clit into his mouth as Daemon’s cock was moving inside her. His mouth let go of her pussy and he stood and pulled his cock out, stroking it. He stood on the couch and slapped the head of his cock on Annara’s mouth, and she stuck her tongue out to lick the tip. He moaned and threw his head back and grabbed her hair. Daemon was slowly pulling himself in and out of her pussy. She opened her mouth and let Aegon slide his hard cock inside her mouth. She moaned around the feel of him, when she felt something wet and soft slide around her pussy again. Aemond was slowly licking her pussy again but going up and down, licking down Daemon’s shaft where it entered her body and Annara’s body began to quiver. When Aemond slid his tongue up to her clit again, she erupted, and her pussy clenched down hard on Daemon. He groaned hard behind her. She moaned and cried on Aegon’s cock, and he began moving faster in her mouth. Aemond slowly kissed her pussy as she came down and then stood. He stepped out of his pants and then held his cock in his hand and lined it up right next to Daemon’s at her entrance.

Daemon stopped moving as Aemond pressed his cock into her. “Breathe Deep, Lady Annara. You can take it.” She relaxed and Aemond slid in further, stuffing her full. Annara whimpered. She was so stuffed. Aegon in her mouth; Daemon and Aemond in her pussy.

Aemond and Daemon began moving inside her, their dicks sliding against each other and her walls at the same time. She could not move and Aegon grabbed her face and began fucking it hard. All the sensations began to build and build and Annara was shaking. She felt Aegon’s thrusts in her mouth begin to stutter and his grunts became erratic. He pushed himself all the way in her mouth, making her choke and cutting off her breath. Tears came down her face as his cock began to throb on her tongue and the salty taste of his release filled her mouth. He moaned loud and released her mouth with a pop. He squeezed her face, “Open. Let me see.” She opened her mouth, and he shoved his thumb in her mouth and pressed down on her tongue. “Swallow.” She did.

She looked at Aemond who was watching, and he reached down and pinched her clit between his fingers. She began squirming with both men still inside her and Daemon let out a breathless “fuck” behind her. Aemond kept pinching and pulling her clit as their dicks pounded into her when she felt Daemon stiffen behind her and moan loudly. She felt the warmth spray inside of her and it set her off into her second orgasm. As she clenched around them, Aemond’s strokes became erratic and stuttered and then she felt his release coat her walls, too.

The sounds of everyone’s heavy breathing began to register in Annara’s mind as they came down from their shared releases. Aegon was sitting in the wingback chair facing the three of them as Aemond pulled out first and Daemon lifted her, and his cock slid free. Hot wetness began dripping from her cunt as she leaned back onto Daemon’s heavy breathing chest. Aemond knelt again and urged her to open her legs. He took two fingers and ran them slowly down her pussy, pushing his fingers into her entrance to press the dripping come back inside her. She shivered.

Aemond stood and held out his hand for her. She took it and stood on wobbly legs, and he removed his eye patch that was still tied around her hands. He rubbed the red marks that were there and then looked at her. Daemon grunted behind her, and she smiled as she looked over at a sleeping Aegon in the chair.  Aemond began pressing gentle kisses to her wrist. “You did so good, Annara. I am so proud of you.”

Aemond lifted her and carried her bridal style into another door that turned out to be a room with a chamber pot and a large tub carved into the floor. The water was already full, and he stepped down into it with her still cradled in his arms. He sat and took her mouth with his in a slow, sensual kiss.

When they broke apart, she looked over Aemond’s shoulder and saw Aegon standing in the doorway, leaning on the frame. He had put his pants back on but left them united and slung low on his hips. Aemond glanced a look back at him and then at Annara. “You want him to join us?”

She nodded and then Daemon appeared and tsked. Annara at once said “kessa”.

Aemond brushed her hair back from her shoulder and whispered “good girl” in her ear.

Aegon removed his pants and then walked over to the bath, his heavy cock swinging between his legs. Annara’s mouth watered at the sight. She could still taste him in her mouth. He stepped down into the water and grabbed her from Aemond. He sat and placed her across his lap, and she watched as Daemon stepped into the chamber to lean against the wall. Aegon and Aemond were staring at each other, smiling, but Daemon was watching her. Annara’s eyes darted between the three of them and then Aegon whispered in her ear.

“I think it’s my turn to give my brother a lesson” he hummed and then licked her ear. “What do you think?”

Annara’s eyes glanced over at Aemond, and he was watching her now. She held his gaze as she said “kessa, Prince.”

Aegon gathered her hair into his hands and began twisting it down her back into a braid and Daemon then tossed him a block of soap. He lathered it in his hands and started washing her neck, kneading there. Annara closed her eyes to the sensation, enjoying the feeling of being washed and cared for by a prince. His hands moved from her neck, down her chest, and he grabbed both of her breasts in his hands, rubbing suds all over them. She arched into his touch, and he squeezed her nipples. One of his hands moved back up to her face and turned her to kiss her. His kiss was nothing like his brother’s. Aemond’s kisses were mostly soft and made her feel cherished. Sometimes they became frenzied, but his lips were always soft, and he moved his tongue slow. Aegon’s tongue was strong and probing and he bit her lip as he broke away to speak into her mouth. “Open your eyes and watch them.” Annara turned and looked at Daemon and Aegon. She had their full attention. Both of their gazes were dark and promising. “Do you see how much they want you?” Annara moaned and nodded. Aegon pinched one of her nipples and pulled, making her squirm against his hard cock. “Stand.”

Annara abided and stood, the soapy water dripping down her body. Both Daemon and Aemond’s eyes drifted from her soapy breasts to the junction of her thighs and back. She squeezed her legs together, feeling that heat build inside her again. Aegon remained seated and he lathered his hands again and moved them down her soft belly, around to her ass, down her legs and back up again. Aemond was watching his brother’s hands intently and Daemon was rubbing his cock through his pants as he watched.

“Spread your legs, Annara.” It was Daemon who gave the command, and she did. Aegon’s hands slid up her inner thighs and then around to her ass. He squeezed them hard and spread her open. She felt his tongue as it licked her puckered hole, and she almost lost her footing. Aemond moved slowly, like a snake on the water towards her. He stopped when his face was at her front and then he spread her legs more, further opening her up to him and his brother. He leaned forward and drug his tongue slowly over her seam, using his tongue to spread her open.

Aegon behind her squeezed her ass harder and stuck his tongue inside her back right as Aemond shoved his tongue in her dripping cunt, as if they were working in tandem. The three of them moaned at the same time and Annara threw her head back in rapture, soaking up the feeling. A hand tugged on her nipples, and she opened her eyes to see Daemon there, watching, inspecting.

The brothers were making her shake and she was whimpering and moaning. Her chest was heaving as she ground herself into their faces. Daemon’s hand went to her mouth, and he pressed on her bottom lip with her thumb, sliding it into her mouth. She closed her lips around it and started to suck on it while holding his gaze. He held her eyes and said something in Valyrian. The boys stopped what they were doing and moved back, the sudden stop making Annara whine wantonly, seeking their touch.

Daemon stepped into the large tub and sat in the water. He said something to Aegon who picked her up and set her on the edge of the bath. Daemon spoke something else and Aemond was there and opening her legs as far as they would go. Daemon reached over and slid his hand from her ankle, up her legs to her pussy and drug his thumb softly over her clit. Aegon took one breast into his mouth again while Aemond put his fingertip at her opening. She moaned loud, her pussy clenching and kissing the tip of Aemond’s finger. He watched his hand as he slowly slid his finger inside her.

The feelings became overwhelming and Annara's thighs began to jump and shake with pleasure. Aegon started kissing her again, sucking her tongue into his mouth as she groaned and cried out as her climax hit. The second one wracked her entire body in shakes. Before she came down completely, Daemon was kneeling next to her with his cock in his hand. She licked her lips, and he leaned closer, slapping it on her lips. She opened her mouth and took him inside as he groaned, wrapping her long braid around his hand. Aemond and Aegon moved to the side, both stroking their cocks as they watched her suck their uncle.

Daemon was bigger than Aegon, and she struggled to take him fully. She lifted her hand and wrapped it around the base, using it simultaneously with her mouth. She felt the drool as it dripped down her chin and Daemon reached down and put his hand on her neck and jaw, stroking his thumb up and down. She couldn’t understand his words because he was speaking in High Valyrian, but the way he was looking at her, with so much praise, it egged her on.

She reached up and grabbed his balls, massaging them gently. He started breathing harder and his abdominal muscles tightened, she started sucking harder, but he pulled her off of him with an audible pop. She opened her mouth to protest but he grabbed her by the jaw with both hands. He placed his thumb in her mouth, her own flavor bursting on her tongue. He leaned down closer, and a line of spit came from his mouth into hers, before he closed her mouth and then placed a gentle kiss on her lips. He patted her face and said something to the brothers, still watching.

Aemond stepped to her first and then kissed her. “Bend over” he whispered into her mouth. She turned her back to them and put her ass in the air. Aemond ran his fingers down her spine and crack to her pussy. She felt the stretch as he put two fingers inside her and began fucking them into her. She moved against the feeling, grinding herself on his hand. He removed them and then positioned himself behind her. He put a hand on her inner thigh and lifted it, then placed his tip at her opening. He began sliding in and she moaned at the feeling.

He lifted them to where he was behind her, but she was straddling his folded legs. Aegon appeared laying down on his back, sliding headfirst between Annara’s legs as his brother slid his cock inside her. He grabbed her hips and sucked her clit into his mouth. His cock was laid against his stomach, hard and leaking. Daemon knelt between Aegon’s legs with his cock still wet with her spit, sitting in his hand. He stroked it twice, then reached over and grabbed Aegon’s. Aegon moaned into Annara’s pussy, and the vibration made her pussy gush her arousal and she felt it drip around Aemond as he plowed into her. She moaned and leaned against Aemond’s chest. “Watch them.” He told her.

She focused on Daemon as he touched his cock head to Aegon’s, a string of precum linked between them. Aegon’s hips bucked into the sensation and Daemon’s jaw hung slack as he did it again. He leaned over Aegon, laying his hard cock on top of his. Aemond wrapped Annara’s braid around his hand and pulled her head back, making her watch the obscenely erotic scene before her. Aegon continued to suck on her pussy as he and Daemon grinded their erections together.

Aemond’s hips began moving faster and harder as he fucked her, and the feelings began to overwhelm her again. Aegon began moaning loud and panting on her pussy and she watched as thick seed dripped from the head of his cock. Daemon was next, his seed shooting out in spurts that painted Aegon’s chest and stomach. Aemond and Annara were next, her pussy squeezing every last drop from his throbbing cock inside her. Everyone stopped and breathed for a moment, but Daemon was the one to move first. He stepped into the tub again and began washing his body off, his cock deflating in the warm water. The other three followed and repeated the same steps before Aegon took Annara’s hand as she exited the bath and wrapped her in a towel and led her back into the main room.

Daemon stood next to the bed as Aemond laid on top as Aegon led her over and she sat.

“How do you feel?” Daemon asked her.

Annara fell back on to the bed next to Aemond as she answered. “Better than I ever have, Prince Daemon.” She didn’t know what to say after that and she smiled at the three of them and bit her lip. Daemon hummed and motioned for Aemond to move over on the bed so he could sit.

Aegon sat next to her and nuzzled her neck. “You are one of a kind, Lady Annara.”

Aemond hummed in agreement.

“I wonder how sensitive you are Annara. Let us have a look.” Daemon said as he leaned over, grabbing her by the ankle and pulling. Annara giggled and opened her legs, showing herself to them. She was sensitive, yes, but she had never felt so desirable in her life. If they wanted more, she would give them whatever they craved.

She was pressed between Aemond, and Aegon as Daemon inspected her cunt. He ran a finger down her seam and spread her lips open slowly. She shook with how sensitive she was. Daemon hummed. Aemond and Aegon both propped themselves up on their elbows to watch what Daemon was doing. Daemon’s finger went to her opening and gently pressed soft circles and she felt the wetness as it gathered on the tip. “Feel that” he said to the brothers.

Daemon licked his finger as it was replaced by Aemond’s. He slowly slid the very tip of his finger inside her, eliciting erotic wet sounds. She watched Aemond’s cock begin to harden again and glanced a look at the other two cocks in the room. They were all hard again. Daemon grabbed Aemond’s wrist and gestured for Aegon to take his place. He covered her pussy with his hand, his palm putting pressure on her clit as the top of his middle finger slowly slid inside her. She moaned and lifted her hips.

Aegon pulled her face to his and kissed her, his hands still drawing out the wanton movement of her body. He groaned into her mouth and then turned her on her side and lifted her leg. He lined his cock up and let the tip rest there. She tried to move him inside her, but he held himself there. “Shh. Uncle says patience.”

She looked at Daemon then, whose eyes were locked on where Aegon’s cock rested at her opening. He licked his lips and then nodded and Aegon slid in just the tip and went still. He held her tight so she couldn’t move him further in and the tease was painful.

Aemond reached down and touched her clit and Aegon took the opportunity to slide in all the way, but still he didn’t move anymore and just let it sit inside her. She whined and shook with the need to move but they held her still. Her chest was heaving, and Daemon nodded at both Aemond and Aegon.

Aegon began to move, finally, moving himself in and out slowly. Aemond slowly stroked her clit and flicked her nipple with his tongue. Daemon leaned on his side with his head held up on his hand, gaze glued between her legs. She started to ascend again, her body writhing in pleasure. Daemon spoke something in High Valyrian and Aemond removed his hands and mouth to kneel in front of her. He held his cock in front of her mouth and she parted her lips to let him in. He slid in slow, matching the rhythm of his brother’s cock as it filled her. She moaned around him as the salty taste of his precum exploded on her tongue. He undid the wet braid on the back of her head as she sucked him in her mouth and then he pushed her hair to the side, watching her. He was beautiful, they all were, but Aemond always looked at her with reverence and made her feel special anytime they were together. Aemond threw his head back and Aegon sucked on the back of her neck. She felt the bed dip and looked up to see Daemon standing on the bed with his cock in his hand, stroking. He bit his lip as his eyes darted between Aegon’s cock between her legs and Aemond’s in her mouth. He hummed before telling her, “Good girl, Lady Annara. You have taken us so well.” He stroked himself faster as he continued praising her. “Your pussy is so wet for us. You’re so good. So beautiful when you come for us.”

Annara moaned around Aemond’s dick, and he shoved his cock in hard, hitting the back of her throat. Daemon grabbed Aemond by the hair and slapped his cock on his cheek. Aemond opened his mouth, swallowing Daemon’s entire cock as he groaned loud.

Daemon fucked Aemond’s face while he fucked Annara’s while Aegon continued to fuck into her. Aemond was the first to come this time, shooting into Annara’s mouth in throbbing, hot bursts. She swallowed him down and continued to suck as his body shook with his climax. Aegon followed, his paces picking up. He pounded into her a few times hard before she felt his cock swell inside her and then he began moaning in time with the spurts of seed that coated Annara’s walls. Annara and Daemon came at the same time, both moaning and breathing heavy. She was shaking and Daemon’s jaw was slack again as Aemond swallowed him down.

The sounds of heavy breathing and shifting bodies sounded in the room around Annara as she closed her eyes. She opened one as she felt a body next to her and saw Aemond as he laid on his back. He sighed heavily and looked over at her and smiled. He opened his arm and told her to lay on his chest. She snuggled into his side, when she felt a body at her back. She knew by the arm that wrapped around her middle that it was Aegon. He put his leg between her thighs and nestled himself into her backside.

Annara picked her head up to see Daemon standing at the end of the bed looking at the three of them. He smiled at her and then turned and started dressing. Annara closed her eyes and as she began to drift off and Aemond whispered, “You did so well, Annara.” He placed a kiss on her forehead. “You are so cherished.”

Annara was dozing, floating between consciousness when she felt something stir beside her. She peeled her eyes opened and looked over at Aemond. He sat up and looked down at her. He dragged his finger along her cheek.

“Come.” he whispered.

Annara peeled Aegon’s arm off of her and sat up. Aemond put one arm under her legs and the other at her back and lifted her from the bed. She looked at Aegon, still sleeping, as Aemond carried her back into the attached chamber.

He stepped into the steaming tub with her still in his arms. The warmth of the water was like silk across her skin as they sank into it. Her muscles and pussy were both sore and tender. Aemond placed her back to his front and gathered her hair into his hands. He twisted into a knot on the top of her head. When her hair was secure, he slowly dragged his fingers down her neck and shoulders. Soft kisses followed his touch. The goosebumps prickled on Annara’s skin. She moaned and leaned into him.

“I know you’re sore. Let me take care of you.”

Annara closed her eyes and nodded. “Okay.”

He hummed as she felt him reach for something behind her. Aemond lathered up his hands in a soap cake and then began kneading her shoulders.

“Lean forward.” He spoke the words in her ear, and she complied. He was soaping and massaging her back and the lavender scent of the soap helped to relax her more. He pulled her back to him and his hands came to her chest, massaging in circles. She felt her body relax fully into him.

His hands glided slowly over her breasts, and he rubbed his palms over her nipples. She arched her back and moaned. “Shhh” he whispered into her ear before placing gentle kisses on her neck. The way that he was touching her and speaking to her was sensual and intimate. She didn’t know if she could take anymore with her aching pussy, but the movement of his hands was making her clit throb again.

“You took us all so well, Lady Annara. You’re such a good girl. So radiant.” His hand slid down her belly, massaging into the squishy flesh. “I want to give you something to let you know how well you did.” Aemond’s hands slid further to her center. “Will you let me tend to your soreness?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

His palms were on her inner thighs, and he pulled them apart. The soreness was almost painful. She had been stretched and used by the three of the most powerful men. She resisted Aemond spreading her legs. “Trust me. I know it hurts. I’ve got you.” She forced her body to relax again. When he tried to open them again, her body complied. “Good, Lady Annara.”

His palms began massaging her inner thighs, making her legs quiver. “You’re shaking. Do you want me to stop?”

Annara swallowed hard and shook her head. “N-no Prince. I’m okay.”

He hummed and continued to work the muscles in her legs. Up and down his hands went. Gliding over the skin. She peeled her eyes open to watch, when she saw Aegon appear in the doorway, watching. Aemond didn’t stop his caressing as he spoke to his brother over her shoulder.

“Are you just going to watch, or do you want to help?”

Annara watched Aegon as he stepped towards the bath. He lowered himself in.

“Grab her feet and massage them.” Aemond told his brother.

“You want me to do what?” Aegon asked.

Daemon’s voice made Annara’s eyes shoot to the door. “Massage her feet.” He crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against the door. Memories from earlier began to fill her mind. Having all three of them. She leaned her back against Aemond and moaned. “She has been through a lot over the last few hours.” It was Daemon’s commanding voice again. She closed her eyes. “If you want to continue, you have to help her relax. She’s sore.”

She heard Daemon’s footsteps as he came over to the tub and got in. “Move. I’ll show you.”

She felt the water move with Aegon’s body. Aemond’s hands were still massaging her inner thighs. Daemon gently lifted one of her feet and started speaking High Valyrian in a low voice. His knuckle slid down the arch. She felt Aegon shift over and grab her other foot, matching Daemon’s movements and following his instruction.

Annara felt suspended in euphoria. Her body weightless as it floated in the large tub. She relaxed completely under the gentle attention of these three princes. She felt special. Beautiful. Desired. They had made her feel that way since her and Aemond stumbled in the chamber.

Daemon’s hands were gliding up her leg, kneading into the muscles. Aegon’s followed. Aemond’s touch moved up her body and cupped her breasts. Daemon spoke High Valyrian again and she opened her eyes as his and Aegon’s hands slid slowly up her legs to her inner thighs. The three of them began having a conversation that she couldn’t understand when Aemond grabbed her from behind by her waist and lifted. She stayed in his lap as he lifted her from the tub. Daemon leaned his back against the wall of the tub and Aegon came closer to where she and Aemond were sitting. Aemond gripped beneath her thighs and spread them. Slowly he exposed her, again, to Daemon and Aegon’s hungry gazes.

Her body was relaxed after the attention and massages, and she didn’t resist as he opened her to them. Her core was throbbing again although she was tender. The breeze tickled her pussy, making her cunt clench against nothing, dripping arousal down her crack. She didn’t understand how she was craving more after she had already had so much.

“Gentle, brother.” Aemond said to Aegon. His words warm against her ear.

Aegon’s eyes were pinned to her center, and he placed his hands on her spread knees and slid them upward. He leaned into her as his hands met her center. He softly placed his thumbs on her lips and spread them apart. She felt her cunt grip at nothing, and she shifted her ass to give him better access. Aemond said something to Aegon, tearing his eyes away from her center. He held her eyes as he leaned forward and with the most featherlight touch, drug his tongue from her puckered hole, over her opening, and placed a soft kiss on her clit.

Annara whimpered. Aegon repeated it and she felt Aemond’s cock stiffen beneath her. He spoke something again and this time Daemon replied as he came closer. When Daemon laid his head on her thigh, Aegon flicked his tongue over her entrance. She cried out again as he slid it slowly inside and she clenched around it. Aegon’s eyes rolled as he moaned at her taste.

He continued to fuck her with his tongue as Daemon whispered in his ear and Aemond grinded his cock between her ass cheek. She felt her orgasm building and she started to roll her hips towards Aegon’s face. Aegon pulled his tongue from her aching pussy and Daemon took his place. Annara watched as Aegon held her lips open and Daemon shoved his entire tongue inside.

“Do you like to have your pussy licked?” Aemond asked her. She nodded. He hummed. “You taste delicious Lady Annara.” She rolled her hips and rubbed her pussy against Daemon’s face. “Fuck his face, pretty girl.”

Aegon stood behind Daemon and put his hands under her ass and began massaging the cheeks. He spread her wide open and took some of her arousal and their mixed saliva and began rubbing circles over her tight rosebud. She moaned again. He continued to massage the hole as Daemon licked her pussy and Aemond played with her breasts and watched them over her shoulder.

Aegon slid a finger inside her asshole and her orgasm hit her hard. She clenched around Daemon’s tongue and Aegon’s finger as she writhed in Aemond’s lap. Daemon licked her through her convulsions until Aemond pushed his head away.

“Come here.” Aemond said to Aegon.

Aegon and Aemond traded places as Annara sat on the lip of the tub with her legs shaking.

“Turn over.” Aemond told her. Sit on my brother’s cock.”

Annara got on all fours as she climbed over Aegon. He ran his hands up her sides gently to her breasts and took one in his mouth. She gasped as she felt someone behind her place Aegon’s cock at her entrance. Aemond came around beside her and knelt. He pushed the hair from her face.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yes.”

Aegon’s cock slid inside her with ease. He bit his bottom lip and gasped as he fully seated himself inside her. She leaned over him, and he took her nipple into his mouth.

“Move.” Aemond commanded her.

Annara lifted up and down, feeling the glide of his cock inside her. Daemon slapped her ass, encouraging her to move faster. Aemond moved behind her again and her ass cheeks were spread open.

Daemon brought his hand to her face and pointed a finger.

“Get it wet.” Aemond said behind her.

She sucked Daemon’s finger into her mouth, and he shoved a second one in. His fingers pressed down on her tongue before he pulled them away with a pop. Aegon was picking up pace beneath her and Aemond placed his hand on her spine to make her lean down further. She felt Daemon’s wet fingers circle her ass. She ground herself against Aegon’s cock and they moaned together.

Daemon’s fingers slid inside her and began fucking her puckered hole. She grinded herself into him. Daemon’s fingers pumped a few more times before he slid them free, and it was replaced by something else. Something bigger.

Annara stopped and Aegon continued to move beneath her. Arms came around her middle and held her up as Aemond’s voice brushed against her neck. “Breathe. I’m going to stretch you. But you’re going to like it.”

Annara moaned. “I-I’ve never-”

Daemon shushed her and said something to Aegon that made him stop moving as he was fully inside her. Aemond slowly slid his tip in, and the burn made Annara clench and try to pull away. Aemond held her tight.

“Relax.”

She tried but the sting was too much, and she was feeling that sense of being full, too full, again. He slid himself further in and she cried out. Aemond covered her mouth with his hand.

“You can take it.” He said. “You can take me.” She squeezed her eyes shut as her muffled moan rang out in the room. “It’s so tight. You’re squeezing me so hard, Lady Annara.” He moaned this time. “You have to relax and take me.”

“Gently touch the nub at the top, Aegon. Help your brother.” Daemon commanded.

Aegon began rubbing her clit, softly at first but it quickly turned into him tugging it. She started to move against both of them.

“Yes. That’s it.” Aemond whispered. “Good girl.”

She felt his cock get deeper and deeper inside her, the longer and faster Aegon played with her clit, the more she relaxed to let Aemond in until he was fully. Both brothers stopped moving once Aemond was completely inside, and Daemon came to kneel in front of her, stroking his heavy cock in his hand. Aemond was getting impatient beneath her and gripped her hips.

Aemond moved first, pulling himself out. As he pushed back in, Aegon pulled out. Aemond’s hand was still clasped tight over her mouth as his other hand was splayed across her front. Her knees were digging into the stone floor, and she watched as Daemon stroked himself, watching the two brothers take her.

She cried out at the fullness. The pacing, Aemond’s grip, Daemon’s eyes, Aegon’s rubbing all made Annara’s body begin to shake.

“That’s it.” Aemond spoke to her. “You take it so well. Look at the way my uncle watches your cunt and ass swallow me and my brother. Your body was meant to be fucked like this.”

The orgasm that shook her with force. Her eyes flooded with tears, and she was screaming behind Aemond’s hand. The wetness dripped down her face as the brothers ravaging her body picked up the pace. Daemon’s hand was moving rapidly, and he threw his head back, the tendons in his neck flexing as he came in his hand. Aegon was next, his come coating her inner walls. Aemond’s hips stuttered against her ass cheeks, and she felt his cock expand and then throb inside her. He shoved her forward over his brother as he spread her cheeks apart and slid himself free. His brother shifted down and his cock came out of her too.

Their seed dripped out of her. Aemond kept her bent over, his hand on her spine and slid his fingers through their combined release, shoving the come back into her ass. Daemon stood then and Annara heard him get back into the water.

When Aemond removed her hand, she sat up and let Aegon slip from under her. He joined Daemon in the water. She watched both of them clean themselves off quickly, lathering soap cakes and dunking their heads. Aemond grabbed her chin and forced her to face him. He took her mouth with his and whispered into her mouth. “You are amazing. You did so well.” She returned his kiss. He stroked her jaw and she held on to his forearms as their tongues tangled and they tasted each other.

She was so focused on Aemond that she didn’t hear Daemon and Aegon leave the chamber and didn’t realize they were gone until Aemond pulled away. He pressed their foreheads together and sighed. “Come. Let’s get cleaned up and have a servant bring some food, yes?”

Annara bit her bottom lip and smiled. “Yes.”

He hummed and placed a quick kiss on her lips. He stood first and pulled her to stand with him. He grabbed her thighs and lifted her, wrapping her legs around him. She kissed him as he stepped them into the water.

It was only the two of them now and while Annara enjoyed herself with his uncle and brother, the feeling of it just being Aemond made her feel more comfortable. She let him wash her body and her hair. He paid close attention to her bruise covered breasts and inner thighs. His hands were gentle and amorous as he cleaned her. She insisted on returning the favor to him and she held his gaze as she knelt and cleaned him, worshiping him.

Aemond pulled her from the tub, wrapping her in a large fluffy cloth and then himself. She took his hand and led him from the bathing chamber into the larger room. Daemon was laid on the couch, arms crossed over his chest, lips parted, sleeping. Aegon was sitting in the wingback chair in front of the fire with his head in his hand, softly snoring.

Annara smiled at the sight and looked at Aemond who was watching her. She led him to the bed and pulled back the covers. He laid on his back and Annara curled into his side. His fingers gently stroked her arms as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

#hotd #hotd Aemond #hotd aegon #hotd daemon #fmmm #targcest #hotd fanfic #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #Aegon II Targaryen #daemon targeryan #aemond fanfiction #aegon fanfiction #daemon fanfiction #dvp #dp #aemond smut #Smut #one shot #hotd fanfiction #hotdfanfic #aemond fanfic #aegon ii fanfic #daemon targaryen fanfic #soft aemond #aftercare #dubcon

[italic-doing-random-shit]

can you like, mail your hoodie over please?/hj

I'll just give it to you when i see you dw

#asks #tunny!! 🩷 #ALSO YOU #I JUST HID MY FACE FROM NOTHING BECAUSE OF YOU MAKING ME RED #FMMM #WHY MUST YOU BE SO CUTE

[littlegrrl7]

Meeting Havandr Except Chapter 25

“Who’s next? Surely there must be another who wishes to try their strength against Havandr the Grim.” He raises his arms to the crowd, looking for someone to step forward. No one does.

The man next to me takes my hand, pouring my winnings into it. Ten yellow coins wink back at me. I look back at the ring. “I will.”

The man grasps my wrist. “Girl, he’s cannier than he looks and at least triple your size, don’t be a fool. Take the coin and buy yourself a nice trinket.” He looks me over. “A pretty girl like you should have some baubles to wear.”

I pull away from him and step forward, dropping the coins into the jug near the entrance of the ring. The Grim turns and his muzzle turns up in a canine grin. “Well hello, it seems I am blessed with beautiful opponents tonight. What might we call you?”

“Skadi of Five Claw.”

“Ah, I do love me some Five Claw females,” he says and laughter goes up around the ring.

His eyes are dark, filled with warmth and humor, not mockery. He shakes back his long shaggy brown hair and combs a clawed hand through the wild beard around his lupine muzzle.

Soara steps next to me, bending to whisper into my ear. “He hasn’t shifted yet. The one defending the ring isn’t allowed to shift off the damage. His left side is weak below the ribs, a strike there followed by a strong takedown may win it for you. Don’t let him grapple you.”

I blink at her, surprised she’d offer me council. “Thank you.”

“We Five Claw sisters need to stick together. Good luck.” She pats my back and steps away.

I flick my ear tip as I stride forward. Unlike Soara, I don’t keep my hair in my Vargree skin. But I note this Havandr the Grim does. Perhaps it’s a style in the north. We circle each other and he eyes me. She’s right, he’s favoring his whole left side and the kick he took to the knee earlier appears to be wearing on him. I find it interesting he’s taken on so many opponents and doesn’t appear tired.

“A bit small for a warrior, aren’t you?” That annoying, confident grin curls his muzzle again. “It’s all right, gorgeous. I have a soft spot for the little feisty ones.”

I grin back, planning to exploit every soft spot he has. Havandr moves first, startling me since in his previous bouts he let his opponent come to him. I rush past him, spinning to plant a hard fist under his ribs, and I’m rewarded with a surprised grunt. Soara was right.

His arm bends back at an impossible angle, almost catching me as I skate by. It’s then his scent hits me—a warm, seductive spice. Heat pools low in my gut. I shake my head, spinning out of reach. He’s been fighting in this ring for at least an hour. How does he smell so good? Like good enough to rub against.

Fast. Fast. Faster. I close and drop, landing two more hits, one to the side and one to his gut. He grunts again, fingers ruffle through my fur, but don’t find purchase. I’m out of his range before he recovers. We stare at each other panting. Havandr’s eyes dilate to black. His scent is on me, clinging to my fur like some exotic spice. I inhale, enjoying it.

“Little she-wolf,” he purrs—and this is the first time tonight I’ve heard him flirt with any of his opponents. “I can think of much better ways to spend our evening.”

“I’m getting put off by your references to my size. Maybe you should focus on the bout you’re losing.” I feint to the right and slam an elbow hard into his left. Something cracks and it’s not me. Emboldened, I spin behind him, kicking the back of his knee. He’s barely attempting to defend himself, seeming more inclined to take a read on me.

Havandr stumbles but doesn’t go down. He turns and I swear every thrice-damned muscle on his chest ripples. It’s hypnotic. I almost want to ask him to do it again. The next thing I know, he’s got a hand around my throat and I’m up in the air kicking. I’m uncertain how he moved that fast. I thrash, trying to win free as stars dance before my vision. He cocks his fist back, sending two sharp jabs into my gut. Air rushes out but isn’t coming back.

“Yield. This was fun, but as they say, all good things must end.”

I roll my eyes at the cliche. In a last ditch effort, I shift, whipping my legs forward to wrap around his neck. My narrower throat slips from his hand as my weight sets him off balance. Slamming my back to his chest, I hang suspended upside-down on his torso by my clenched thighs. I jab my elbows into his already damaged ribs and he grunts. My abdomen muscles scream in protest as I curl upward. My crotch muffles his shout of surprise, but ‘all is fair’ since he loves those cliches.

We land in a pile and I quickly squeeze my thighs on his neck, then give a hard twist. His neck cracks and the crowd goes silent. I shove the bulk of his dead weight off me. Looking up, I’m not surprised to see Destin’s golden blond hair in the crowd. I stand, brushing myself off. Then look down at Havandr, waiting for him to heal.

After a long moment, his head rolls, the odd angle of his neck straightens, and he shifts to his human skin. Dark eyes flutter open. I offer him my hand. He grasps it and grins, pulling me down to him. Then he kisses me. A full-of-passion on the mouth kiss, and damn, he tastes like sin. That dark spice scent fills my senses until he’s all I’m aware of and I let him continue, heedless of the fact people surround us until a wild cheer goes up.

Shocked, I freeze on top of him as awareness crashes back into me. His lips are hot. His beard isn’t soft like Liam’s. It prickles roughly against my skin. I pull back and he stands, takes my hand, and raises it high. “We have a new champion of the ring! Skadi the She-wolf of Pack Five Claw.”

The crowd goes wild and I stand there, still shocked. They thrust a jug full of coins into my arms.

“The night is young. Can I buy you a drink?” Havandr smiles down at me. He’s rugged in his human skin, with high round cheeks and thick dark eyebrows. My head barely comes to his sternum now that we stand relaxed side by side. “Or perhaps you can buy me a drink, since you won the pot.”

I blink at him, still a little stunned. “I don’t need the coin. I can split it with you.”

He grins and leans in, whispering so softly only I can hear it. “It was worth every chit just to have my face between your sweet thighs.”

I smack him. Hard. “I broke your neck with those ‘sweet thighs.’”

“Worth it.” He rubs his cheek with a grin.

“Grim! I see you’ve met my protégé,” Destin says, stepping forward to hopefully end this embarrassing exchange.

Havandr looks from Destin back to me, still rubbing his reddened cheek. “That explains so much.”

“She’s a bit of a beast, isn’t she?” Destin quips, pulling me to his side. I may have another neck to snap tonight.

“Enjoyably so.” Havandr eyes us both, as if trying to determine if I’m only a student or something more. “Well, you’re always welcome to join us.”

I suppress a sigh. Obviously, he’s hedging his bet.

“Actually, it’s time I get this one back to the inn. Perhaps another night.”

“Yes,” Havandr says thoughtfully then holds his hand to me, palm up. “Skadi, it was a pleasure.”

I stare at his hand a moment then place mine in it. Politely, Havandr touches his forehead to the back of my hand, then releases me. Destin takes my arm, leading me away. I adjust my grip on the heavy jug, resting it on my hip as we walk.

“Who is he?”

“Grim’s a packless mercenary that sells his muscle to the highest bidder, and he just let you take his winnings for the night. So let’s move along before he changes his mind.”

“But I beat him,” I protest.

“Skadi, not to be vulgar, but you put your cunt in his face and squeezed your damn thighs. Grim gave you the pot for the pleasure of it. He could have plucked you off at any time before you finished that move.” Destin laughs. “Not that the fight wasn’t impressive, and ballsy. But I’m certain he enjoyed it far more than you realize. For Grim, breaking his neck like that was probably akin to foreplay.”

I choke. “Are you serious?”

“Quite. I’d ask if you’re okay, but you have a fortune in gold and you just kicked the ass of the only warrior I’d consider a challenge, so let’s just call it a night.”

#wolfshifter #fantasy romance #skadi #evelynshine #longfic #whychoose #fmmm

[lancetrain]

The world must know of this!

#toy train #trainsworth express #trainsworthexpress #woodentrains #game #five mad movie makers #fmmm

[anthillbooks]

She didn’t know where her new boldness was coming from? Maybe it was always there and Claire just needed to find a friend to share it with.

- By Her Sight

Entry 6

#by her sight #romance books #book quotes #polyamourous #sunny hart #love #fmmm #literature #writing #journal

[moonlights-melancholia]

they are Mr. Moseby and London to me

#artheck #genshin impact #neuvillette #furina #WOULD YOU LIKE AMMM OR FMMM?!?

[misswoozi]

we desperately need some more discourse/headcanons/scenarios about

Jeongyeon/Tzuyu

Mingi/Yunho

Mark/Renjun

Jongho/Yunho

San/Yeri/Seonghwa

Dahyun/Sana

Soobin/Beomgyu

Vernon/Jeonghan

Sana/Jihyo

Suho/Chanyeol

Junghwa/Sungchan/Yunho/Vernon

Sunny/Kun

Hani/Junghwa

Jeonghan/Sowon

Jeongyeon/Mina

Sungjin/Wonpil

Doyoung/Jeno

Woozi/Eunha

Sowon/Umji

#that one fmmm i mentioned exactly once months ago but nobody ever questioned it lmao #but anyway #pls #gimmie a headcanon for one of these ships PLS #consider it a late xmas gift for your bro misswoozi

[lokisgoodgirl]

A Gentlemen's Bond [Female.Reader x Loki/Bucky/Steve]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Set a time after A Gentlemen's Agreement, you and Loki decide to open up your bedroom. And who better to join you? Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Foursome. Smut. FMMM. Includes buttsmut. Cumplay. Consent is sexy. Dirty talk. (w/c 3.7k)

“Make no mistake gentlemen, she is mine,” Loki uttered. The words tripped menacingly from his tongue. He placed a languishing kiss on the curve of your neck to make his point, a soft whimper from your lips making him smirk against the crescent. The men in front of you groaned in unison.

You knelt in front of him on the bed. His bed. The only place your fantasies shall be fulfilled. He had been emphatic about that. “You are but guests here,” he murmured in the loaded, sensual voice usually reserved for when you were alone. The god knelt behind you, upright on his knees. The rippled carving of his firm stomach pressed against your shoulder-blades as he massaged your breasts. Calloused thumb-tips tugged achingly slowly at hard nipples. You whimpered as his hands slid down your waist, steadying one against your hip while the other made lazy circles on your clit. “Rentals, if you will,” he sniffed. At the barb, Rogers and Barnes stiffened. Their tops had been stripped, but the buckles of their belts remained politely fastened. Bucky shuffled, popping his hip with his thumbs tucked inside the waist of his jeans. You saw the flash of deeply muscled lines grooves come into view. Saliva welled in your mouth. Loki chuckled. “I meant no offence,” he purred, dipping his chin to nuzzle your collarbone. “But gentlemen, if our latest bond and its stipulations are to be upheld, then we must be crystal clear on who makes the rules.” Your eyes rose from the bulge of Loki’s flexing forearm as he stroked possessively between your legs, only his thumb visible grazing your mound. They slid from Bucky to Steve, the unmistakeable hunger in their stares making you dizzy. Heavy breaths made their chests rise and fall, broad shoulders shifting as each tried to make themselves bigger. More enticing. Like beasts, you thought with a smile. Ready to mate. “Me,” you said suddenly, biting your lip. Loki growled under his breath in approval. “I make the rules,” you finished.

“Yes, my darling” Loki said, letting his dark gaze wander upwards on the two super-soldiers straining against their trousers, waiting to be unleashed. “You do.” His fingertips cupped against your clit, pushing up. You hissed with pleasure as Steve groaned a long, shaking sigh. “Run through the rules again, I jus’ wanna...jus’ wanna be sure,” he grunted, fingers now drawn irrevocably to the polished sheen of his buckle.

“It is quite simple,” Loki breathed, the warmth of his skin fading as he drew up behind you. His knees sank into the mattress on either side of your hips. Your lover’s fingers massaged your neck, your eyelids fluttering closed on the sight of the soldiers looking sheepish as they fumbled with their heavy buckles. Loki’s voice was hard. Commanding. Fucking hot.

“She and I are bound. She is mine, as I am hers. She is under my protection. This is an invitation. An interlude, do not think it more,” he announced regally, squeezing your shoulders. He might be naked, but from the unwavering strength of his words he may as well have been in full Asgardian battle armour. The men in front of you nodded reverently. You could see the pulse points in their necks thumping. Beneath the tight material of their cotton slacks and dark jeans, snaking muscle stretched thick and tight against their hips. So hard. They were so fucking hard. Loki continued, as their stares smouldered. “If she tells you to stop, and you do not immediately desist?” he said, warning licking at the timbre of his voice like flame. “Before you can finish the next thrust, lick, or wander of an unwelcome hand, you will feel the edge of my dagger slice across your throat. Understood?”

You watched the men cast a glance towards one another, before they gave a nod of solidarity. “Still fair,” Bucky husked, stepping out of his jeans and kicking them to the corner in a crumpled heap. Steve was already folding his, turning to place them neatly on the wing-back chair by the door. “Whatever the lady wants, and nothing more, as agreed in the bond,” the blonde placated as he faced you and Loki with a lowering of his chin. You could feel the god bristle with power behind you. “We just really wanna fuck you babe,” Bucky growled with a smile, his chin tucked to his chest. “Respectfully,” Steve added, throwing his friend a scowl as the winter soldier’s jaw bobbed playfully side to side in mock scepticism. You smirked, feeling Loki lower to your ear. “You’re sure?” he murmured. The long tendrils of his hair wound through your fingers as you tilted your chin to face him. “Yes. But it’s always you. You know that, right?” The words filled the tiny space between your lips before Loki pressed his mouth to yours. His furiously hard cock was swollen snug against your spine. “Always,” he moaned quietly into your mouth. In slow tandem, you swung your gazes to meet the two sets of blue eyes already drunk with lust at the foot of the bed. “May we?” Steve said softly, gesturing to the empty side of mattress on your left with an arch of an eyebrow. You nodded, feeling the tingle of Loki’s breath on your cheek as his hands slid down your biceps. “Positions, gentlemen” he purred formally, “as discussed.” You had left the arrangements of the details of this debauched affair to your lover, a role that he was more than happy to fill. Once again, the idea of the three of them sharing conspiratorial conversations in the locker rooms filled your mind. It was foreplay. You squirmed on the bed, thighs splayed open as the gusset of your panties dragged wet. Or did they book a meeting room, you thought with a thrill.

The mattress sagged on either side, Steve and Bucky descending. Their stares crawled covetously over your curves as Loki loomed above like an archangel; sculpted from marble by Michelangelo himself. The brunette soldier leant forward, his metal palm spread against the sheets as his parted lips met yours. You sighed into his touch, running your fingers over his temple and combing back the long strands while his tongue danced in your mouth. He didn't taste like whisky this time, you noticed. The digits ran down his neck, feeling every tense of the ferocious muscle hiding beneath his skin. Loki’s cupped fingers massaged your clit, waves of pleasure building while his low, ragged breaths ghosted your ear.

Your fingers grazed down Bucky’s back, feeling raised trails and valleys of scar tissue. Bucky shivered, breaking from your lips. A strand of saliva hung between you before you turned, immediately meeting the mouth of the blonde soldier waiting impatiently to your right. The taste of his teammate was still strong on your tongue as you kissed him in a rising waft of ginger from his skin, melting together with your back still pressed to Loki’s chest.

Suddenly Loki pulled you back, letting Barnes slip your calves from beneath you. The brunette pushed your knees apart, thighs falling open. “Fuck, girl” he rasped, running a hand through messy, curtained hair with a sigh, “that’s fuckin’ pretty.” Your head lay against Loki’s lap, his violently hard cock pressed against your ear. You could feel the blood thumping through his veins, every pump throbbing against the angle of your jaw. The god lowered a lingering kiss to your lips, his tongue melting inside your mouth while Bucky’s began to run flat licks against your little cunt. Your pretty cunt. The moans from his throat were different from those you were accustomed to from Loki. Half-formed words lingered on heavy breaths that retained the thick accent slopping against his worship. You moaned like a whore as another set of lips fastened to a nipple, soft fingers toying and pinching the other. Your eyelids fluttered open, the sight of a muss of blonde hair latched to your chest while a chestnut crown rose between your splayed legs. It felt strange. Naughty. And it felt fucking good. Bucky’s thumbs dug into your hips, a shock of metal making you buck into him as cool steel became warmth. Loki’s voice bubbled in the air like liquid silver, the sound making it all feel like a lucid dream. “That’s my girl. Let them service you, pleasure you,” it said slowly. Your fingers wound in the short strands of Steve’s hair, the other grasping a tuft of Bucky’s, urging him deeper. They moaned in unison against your heated skin. The sound was transcendent. “Let them worship you, as I do,” Loki hummed as he watched in rapture, cock twitching against your cheek. “Just for tonight.” The cacophony of sighs dashed against your body like waves on rocks, wearing away any insecurities you ever had with each muted groan of pleasure. The coil winding inside you began to tremble and tighten. Your eyes refocused to Loki’s jaw set above your widening stare. His lips were parted, his whole body smouldering with arousal. Eyes fixed on you, writhing beneath him under the soldiers’ charms. “L-Loki, I’m gonna co-” you panted, seeking his approval in a moment of doubt. His knuckles trailed over the lines of your jaw, over the tight skin as the veins in your neck strained. Your head pressed heavy against his thighs, his fingers steadying beneath your chin as he held you in place. And still, his darkened eyes were fixed on you. “Come for them, sweet. Let them hear how beautiful you sound as you tumble over the edge,” he cooed in sultry tones, loud enough for the men to hear. Bucky suckled your clit with a wet growl, alternating wide licks that started deep in your core to the tip. The captain’s fingers tightened around your nipple, his tongue a soothing balm against the pulling sucks on the other. And with a shudder, you came. Your thighs tightened against Barnes’ head, a hand clawing down Steve’s muscled back as you shook the room with your cries of each of their names. A gush of arousal flooded the winter soldier’s outstretched tongue.

“Lie down, our good girl.” The command made chills run over your skin like the breeze from a fan. You felt Loki shift behind you, his huge frame filling your blurred vision as Steve and Bucky parted like the sea. He was so fucking beautiful, and he was all yours. Completely un-phased. The winter soldier pulled your ankles, sliding your ass to rest on the bed’s edge. Loki gracefully slotted himself crouched between your wet thighs, as you mewled his name. He chuckled, dragging his achingly turgid cock tight in his fist against your slit. “Are you happy?” he murmured solemnly. You nodded with a sex-drunk smile. “Then, gentleman,” Loki purred, casting a knowing glance to each side in turn, “positions.” The head of the god’s cock pressed inside your channel, dipping in and out as you arched up into him. Begging for more. Loki tutted playfully. He was crouching between your spread legs, hovering. “Patience, darling. We must wait for our guest.” On cue, you felt something cool and thick slather between your cheeks. Your hips bucked upwards, caught by Loki’s waiting palms. Relax, his eyes said. And so you did. A solitary ragged moan of anticipation dragged the air behind Loki’s triangular chest. Bucky. You looked up, Steve’s hardened features coming into view. The angles of his cheekbones had sharpened, pupils blown wide. He lowered, kissing you upside down as Barnes fingers played with your ass. Suddenly you felt something wide and hot nudge against your back entrance, testing you. Teasing you. “Yes,” you groaned in between Steve’s ravenous kisses, “fuck-k, yes Buck.” With a guttural moan, he edged inside; stilling as your fingers wrapped around Loki’s forearms. “More,” you gasped, pulling. Bucky obliged. Inch by inch, he filled you until his hips hit the curve of your cheeks with a gentle slap.

For a few moments, there was silence.

Each of the men held their breath, three sets of smouldering eyes drinking in the sight of the woman strewn in ecstasy beneath them. Their woman. If just for one night. “Loki, please,” you whined, thrusting up to catch his cock. All you wanted was to be filled and fucked and filled and fucked again. Loki chuckled, watching as your eyes lowered between your legs at the sight of him sinking slowly inside. The vein that had pulsed against your cheek was hard and thick along his shaft as it disappeared. Inch by goddam inch. The noise that strangled from your throat was inhuman. How appropriate, you mused; before your whole body was set alight with pleasure. Loki rocked in and out your slit, the gentle motion of his ass clenching and unclenching making your eyes roll back. How, you wondered in amazement, as Steve’s tongue massaged your own, his unfettered moans filling your throat; how is this actually happening?

The captain had taken over control of your breasts, his dexterous fingers flipping and pinching your nipples. Each wave was timed, the slow gyration of Loki and Barnes making your legs tremble. Loki slipped his forearms under your knees, hoisting you higher, his cock delving deeper. Bucky gasped gruffly, his girth sinking deeper in your ass. “H-holy shit, man” he stuttered, metal fingers steadying on Loki’s shoulder, “Shit, b-baby...you feel so fuckin’ good I swear to god.” That accent was syrup, dripping from his parted lips as he fucked you slowly. Carefully. As if you might break. And hell, maybe you would. Another climax blossomed like fire on a struck match, taking you surprise as you clenched around the furious lust filling you.

You couldn’t recall whose name you cried. Tonight, it didn’t matter. The men groaned like farmyard beasts, Bucky’s hips beginning to shudder and jolt against soft curves of flesh. His thrusts were becoming sloppy, the slap of his balls against your skin growing louder. Loki slowed the gyration of his hips, the tip of his manhood massaging your g-spot as Barnes roared behind him.

The soldier’s other hand flew to Loki’s shoulder, both squeezing in painful passion. The dark god's head fell back with a hiss as he filled you to the hilt, hair strewn in messy tendrils across his damp forehead while Bucky came behind him with a shuddering litter of curses. Every buck of your hips made sure he sank deeper, rolling with each dying syllable. Loki tilted forward as the brunette’s heavy breaths filled the air. His forehead pressed between your ringmaster's shoulder-blades, hands sliding reluctantly from the thick ropes of muscle on which they rested. “Fuck,” was all James Barnes could muster, as his cock slid gently from your ass. Loki didn’t slow his gyration as there was a changing of the guard behind your head.

Your prince's moans slipped through gritted teeth, half lidded eyes observing every searching twitch of your hands. Every crease in your forehead. Every gasp of his name.

A light sting clapped your ass, immediately massaging deep in the cheeks. You cried out, back leaving the mattress. “Careful!” Loki spat, throwing a dangerous glance over his shoulder. Out the corner of your eye, you lovingly noted the flash of emerald seidr melt from his palm. “Sorry,” Steve murmured, rubbing the surely pinked skin in apology. You squirmed with pleasure, feeling the raw stubble from Bucky’s jaw scratch over your cheek as Loki moved in shallow, pulsing thrusts. The winter soldier pressed your breasts together, beginning to palm them in circles as Steve’s cock nudged against your back entrance, still slippery with cum. A finger ran around the pucker, collecting the neglected white ropes before sucking it clean. The sound he made was filth as he edged inside, a slurping squelch of seed squeezing around his girth making his knees buckle. His fingertips sank into your flesh, pulling you onto him again and again. Carefully. Slowly. “Steve...J-James...Loki,” you mewled, making the men chuckle in unison. You could feel orgasm bubbling in your centre, wound tight and bursting with adrenaline and cum and cock. Bucky lowered his mouth to yours, sweat from his cheeks moistening your own. “You sound real fuckin’ cute when you say our names babe,” Bucky growled, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth.

“Y-yeah. Hell-yeah,” Steve gasped through staggered breaths; every pump of his hips into your ass making his eyes roll back. His face was flushed with desire, tongue darting against his bottom lip as he desperately fought to contain what you were sure were the worst curses he would ever utter. Every muscle in your body tightened as you came, the feral roars from Loki and Steve sheathed inside you making you shudder as Bucky held your shoulders fast to the bed. Stars blossomed beneath your eyelids, the erotic music of their adoration making your head spin. Steve came first, pulling your ass flush to his hips as he tumbled into ecstasy with a strangled cry of your name. He was shaking, sweaty palms not knowing where to steady himself before he slumped against Loki’s back. On cue, Loki raised your calves higher, his gentle thrusts turning with a glint in his eye. They narrowed, smouldering down at you with utter devotion as another clench of his ass sent him to the hilt. “My perfect little fox,” he grunted, voice thick with desire, dripping like wax. “End me.” Your fingers gripped the bedsheets as you felt Steve slip from your ass, hearing him stumble against the wall. Clenching around Loki’s cock, you bucked up into him with all the force you could muster. Wrung dry, spent, utterly fucked out – there was always more. For him, there was always more. Loki’s hands gripped your wrists, pushing your hands upwards against Bucky’s chest as his face buried in the sweaty crescent of your neck. He came hard, a violent juddering of his hips accompanying silence before his wet, thunderous exhale of pleasure. His breaths were heavy as he sat up, running a hand through his hair with a grin. As perfect as he ever was, but with a pink tinge in his cheeks. He stood, walking over the bed with a smile as he watched you writhe. Empty and missing them.

“Wait man, didn’t you blow?” Bucky said sceptically. He motioned to the thick cock still proudly bobbing between Loki’s thighs with no sign of abatement. The god chucked, throwing you a knowing smirk. You cleared your throat, still panting. “He’s different-” you mumbled, running your eyes hungrily down your full-time lover’s achingly hot body and back to his face. “Which is a good thing too, since this one is never sated,” Loki purred, as the men switched positions again. “Well goddam,” Bucky muttered, impressed. Your hand grasped out to thin air, searching for someone, anyone, to fill it. On cue, Bucky spread his thighs beside you, your fingers wrapping gratefully around his semi. Steve’s face scrunched, any jealousy washed away with a proceeding squeeze of his fist around his spent manhood. The final milk dripped against your ass. "Ya done big guy?" Bucky teased, a smile tugging his dimples as the captain's resolve settled back on his face. "Nossir," Steve growled, licking his lips as determined eyes roamed up your legs. In a flash, he began working wet kisses up your calves, your thighs, grunts filling the air once again. Bucky's manhood was growing tentatively in your loose fist, wanking him slowly as Loki's thighs settled on either side of your head.

“Jeez man, she tastes so good,” Steve moaned muffled against your slit. Bucky groaned in appreciation while your hand slipped up and down his length. The pace was erratic, squeezing hard and jolting with every circle of Rogers eager tongue around your clit.

“I think that might be me, your tasting,” Loki hummed, knuckles white as he stroked himself slowly above your head. You could see every straining vein on his shaft from below, the wet head tapping tantalisingly on your cheek, on your lips with every squeeze of his hand. Conducting the men like a choir. Just out of reach. “Both of you?" Steve slurred happily to himself, lost in the elixir of arousal between your legs. Fingers worked through Steve’s hair, looping back to clutch more as every messy kiss against your pussy sent you higher. Your back arched, tongue stretching upwards. You managed to lap the smooth, hot tip of Loki’s cock while he watched Rogers busy himself between your open thighs. His hand never ceased pleasuring himself, smouldering with primal need as mischievous glint you hadn’t seen before sparked in his eyes.

“Fuck,” Loki groaned, letting your lips wrap loosely around the leaking head. You sucked against his foreskin, pulling it gently between your lips. “Say his name, darling” Loki teased, voice like sea foam melting into sand, “tell the captain how good he’s making you feel. He’ll like that.” You moaned Steve’s name, filthy praise like a chant as your hips rocked against his mouth. The blonde’s fingers tightened on the soft flesh of your thighs, enthusiastic pants and the crease in his brow betraying his basest desires. Praise kink, you thought smugly; before stars burst again beneath your closed eyelids. Feeling the brush of Loki’s cock against your cheek beneath the flurry of his fist, you came with a rush of garbled curses. Sweetness flooded against the captain’s tongue as he trailed languishing licks, orgasm fading like breath on a mirror. Loki’s stomach muscles clenched, a roar filling the room as he came over your face. Hot splatter coated your lips, rolling in slow, thick trails of ambrosia over your chin, your jaw, down the curve of your neck. Bucky whined. The mattress dipped as Steve’s palms edged forwards, his body rising like goliath between your shaking legs. His mouth glistened with sex and sweat, eyes fierce and dark as hell. That stare traced every decadent rivulet of Loki’s mess before his gaze rose to its owner. “Do it,” Loki commanded slowly, smiling as he continued to stroke himself. A final drop squeezed out, landing with a filthy splat on your chin. Steve shivered, lowering his sweat damp face your shoulder. He licked upwards, growing braver as he followed the trail of Loki’s cum with dirty groans that shook through your chest. Eventually, Steve’s mouth covered yours, alternating between claiming your kiss and licking the remnants of god-seed from your cupids bow. His tongue tasted like Loki. The sensation made you clench around air. “Good boy,” Loki hummed, running his fingers through Steve’s hair as he buried himself in your neck. There was a pause, the scent of animalism thick in the air. “But now, gentlemen, it is time for you to depart.” Steve looked up with wide eyes. You heard Bucky grunt in annoyance. “You know the rules, gentlemen,” Loki continued. You could hear the smirk in his voice. “I think the lady has taken what she needs, don’t you?” The words registered in a haze. You nodded, smiling happily as your head lay nestled between the god’s comforting thighs. “Thanks boys,” you mumbled, slurred while you waved a hand that fell immediately back to the bed. The mattress shifted as bodies rose. You heard the low clunk of metal and shifting of fabric dragging against body hair as deft, familiar fingertips danced up your thigh. A tender kiss was placed on the centre of your mound as the door clicked shut. Alone again. “Happy Anniversary,” Loki breathed, seductive and hot against the tremble. Your let out a spent sigh, lost in the gentle motion of his soft kisses and pretty words. Outside, you could hear the slap of palms on shoulders as the soldiers left in measured silence. “It’s always you, Loki,” you purred again, blissfully winding fingers through his damp curls as he kissed closer to your centre. With a tingle of his magic, you felt yourself cleansed, the sex and sweat of the others dissipated. You craned down with difficulty, seeing feigned confusion etched across his forehead. “Well, yes” he purred, widening your legs with a sultry wink. “Which is why we’ve saved the best for last.”

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[twst-gossip]

Jamil, getting angry: Why don't we just relax and turn on the radio? Would you like AMM or FMMM?

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland incorrect quote #twst incorrect quote #twst incorrect quotes #twst memes #twisted wonderland incorrect quotes #jamil viper

[juanarc-thethird]

Not so innocent

In an Inn on the outskirts of Atlas. Yang and Penny are having tea while waiting for Jaune to return from his mission.

Jaune: *Opens the door* I'm back.

Yang: What kept you so long?

Jaune: Oh, the Grimm was bigger than they described. I had to get creative.

Yang: Creative?

Jaune: I'm sorry but we can talk about this tomorrow. I'm very tired.

Yang: Ok and since you say that, here is the key to your room. You will share a room with Penny.

Penny: *Waves her hand with her famous smile*

Jaune: *Panic* Wait What?!

Yang: Relax, the room has two beds.

Jaune: Can I change rooms?!

Yang: Why do you want to change rooms?

Jaune: Well...

Penny: *Sad* You really don't like the idea of sharing the room with me?

Yang: Look what you did Jaune, you made her sad. *Hugs Penny* Don't worry, Penny, he didn't mean that.

Jaune: I... I do mean that.

Yang: *Gasp* JAUNE?!

Jaune: Sorry but I have my reasons! Can I change rooms?

Yang: No, everyone is already in their rooms asleep.

Jaune: Can I change with you?

Yang: *Angry* You want to sleep with my sister?!

Jaune: *Blushing* What?! NO!

Yang: *Surprise* You want to sleep with me?!!

Jaune: *Red* NO!!! Stop saying in it like that!!!

Yang: Then sleep with Penny! Goodnight!! *Leaves*

Jaune: *Worry* But...

In the distance you can hear a door slam shut. Jaune is silent and then Penny spoke.

Penny: Looks like we'll be sharing a room again~ *Giggles*

Meanwhile

Yang: *Sighs* What a day.

Ruby: *Wakes up* Sis, what happened?

Yang: Oh don't worry, it was just Jaune being himself.

Ruby: Um.. what?

Yang: Jaune doesn't want to share a room with Penny?

Ruby: Why? I thought they two got along well.

Yang: He didn't tell me why, but he was desperate to change rooms. He asked me if he could sleep in the same room with you.

Ruby: Wait what?!

Yang: Yes, and then I said no.

Ruby: YOU SAID NO!!!!! What kind of sister are you?!!

Yang: Excuse me?!

Ruby: Arrg! Whatever. There's always another time. I just hope Penny isn't doing that.

Yang: What do you mean by "doing that"? Ruby… what do you mean by "doing that"?!

Back with the other two.

Jaune and Penny are in their assigned room, enjoying their privacy. The two of them are lying naked on one of the beds. Jaune has his mouth gagged with Penny's panties and at the same time his hands are handcuffed to the head of the bed, while Penny is fucking him passionately.

Penny: You didn't want to share the room with me, huh?

Jaune: Mm MhMR~💕!

Penny: You'll never get rid of me, ok? I know what you like. I know what turns you on. I know that you like it when a girl takes control of you~ *Moves her hips faster*

Jaune: FMmm~💕!!!

Penny: You are mine, and no one else's. Do you understand?

Jaune: Mhm~💕!

Penny: *smiling* Good, now I want you to cum in me~ *Squeezes his cock with her pussy*

Jaune: MMmm!!!

Penny: Come on Jaune, I want you to cum inside of me

Jaune: MMhM~💕!

Penny: Don't fight it, just cum for me. *She begins to move her hips more roughly* Come on Jaune, cum for me~

Jaune: MFMM~💕!

Penny: *Heart eyes* Shit! I'm close. Just cum in me, cum in me, cum in me, cum in me!!!~

Jaune: FMHMM~💕!!!

Penny: Oh Fuck! I can feel it! I can fell your cock twitching! You're about to come right?!! Fuck!!! Come on Jaune! Fill me up already!!!

Jaune: HMML DMN!!!

Penny: Oh God!!! *Angry* Cum Already!!! SHIT!!!!

Jaune: Mh Fmmh! Mh FmmH! MH FMMMMMMH~❤️‍🔥!!!

He shoots his hips into the air, lifting Penny off the bed for a moment and filling her with all his cum.

Penny: OH FUCK YES, FEEL ME UP~💕!!

She could feel Jaune's hot cum filling every hole in her pussy. Her legs shake, her toes curl, and she tries to support herself on Jaune's chest. After a while, she turns to Jaune to see how he is doing. After all, she has to take care of his man~

Jaune: *breathing heavily*

Penny: *Smiles and removes her underwear from his mouth* Good job~💕

Jaune: Are we done?

Penny: Oh no, we're just getting started~😈

She takes Jaune's face with both hands and begins to make out with him, while she begins to move her hips once more.

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[slutsofren]

how cass felt when the reader kissed him?? could we have a director's cut on his thoughts??

I GOT YOU BABYYYY

reminder this is reader x cass/az/rhys polyamory & fmmm

content warnings: horny, biting instinct (doesnt happen), male masturbation, slight MM action, voyeurism, no sword crossing ⚔️, slight praise

notes: please read after chapter 28 :)

summary: after cassian finally gets his way with your lips, he flies away and takes his cock in hand. and another bat boy enjoys what he sees.

word count: 1,508

read on ao3 here / high lady masterlist

Cassian didn't know he was holding his breath until he saw you again. When you arrived back to the townhouse, he felt it.

He felt you.

He had been harsh on himself internally since his shameless flirting from a few days prior but he couldn't help himself around you. You were his mate, his first ever mate.

Centuries ago, he wouldn't have believed himself worthy of such a thing and yet here you were.

He had been in the front sitting room with Morrigan and Azriel discussing matters of the Court of Nightmares when something inside him sang with such profound beauty.

One look to Azriel and he knew what it was.

The moment he sensed your return he practically flew up the stairs of the townhouse, wings be damned.

Being the first to arrive, he flung the door open with such a force he was almost afraid it would dent the wall just as he called out for Rhysand.

But his eyes quickly found your frame.

You looked tired, a bit exhausted around the edges, but beautiful nonetheless. He drank your presence in like a lifeline and he couldn't help but let the feeling of pure unadulterated joy emanate from him.

You returned back to him.

Cassian watched on with Azriel beside him as you opened the wretched box and revealed the Book of Breathings. The voice that spoke from the object with light and airy, almost taunting in it's feigned innocence yet vicious in its own right.

He shifted from one foot to the next, only watching you. Watching how your shoulders tensed during this whole interaction yet your kept level headed when Rhysand was pushing you.

A fine warrior's spirit, Rhysands mother would have said.

Just as you were prompting to leave, his hand reached out to grab yours. Your hands were so small in his and he would do everything he could to make sure they stayed clean of blood.

The moment his skin touched yours, he felt something jolt through him, finding it's home at the base of his spine. It was warm and he savored it. “Are you okay,” he asked.

He watched closely as you looked towards the rest of the group as they discussed the Book. “I'm good. Tired,” you say honestly.

He noticed how you didn't remove your hand from his so he took it as a sign. Stars, he was grateful your new fae hearing wasn't as sharp as it could be lest you heard his pathetic, traitorous heart pounding in his chest at the mere chance at being close to you.

“Can I walk you to your room,” he asked foolishly. He wanted more time with you, he missed you. Missed how you'd waltz around with a glint in your eyes, knowing you were the most cunning of them all. He loved it.

After you agreed, he reveled in being in the same proximity with you for just that much more longer.

Cassian noticed how your heart seemed to beat in rhythm with his when you wanted to approach a difficult subject so he steeled himself for the worst.

But then you said something he wasn’t expecting.

“Rhysand wants to talk about,” you said as you made a wide gesture, “everything with me later.”

He wanted to play with you like you played with Rhys, so he pushed hard with his tactics. He flirted, eyes dropping down to your lips faster than you noticed.

“Fuck it,” you murmured hust as you kissed him.

It wasn't elegant, it was all teeth against his chapped lips but he was stunned you actually did it and he groaned in the pleasure of feeling your body wrap around his.

It took him a few more seconds before he gathered his mind together and kissed you back earnestly. His wings wrapped around the two of you as he pressed you against your bedroom door.

“Cass,” you whined against his lips as he began to lick and nip a trail down your throat.

Stars be damned, he was never into biting, not like Azriel, he had a few marks to prove it. But shit, he wanted to bite this pretty little neck of yours. So smooth against his tongue, so free of blemishes.

He quickly returned back to your lips, deepening the kiss until your hands found their way to his hair, knocking the strands loose from his leather strap.

Cassian could feel himself grow hard under your influence and it took everything in him to pull away.

Logic was out the window the moment your lips met his but he couldn't be the one to tell you he was your mate, that you had three.

Rhysand, the one you trusted most, had to be the one.

The two of you were like lost stars in the vast and endless abyss of the night sky and seemed to always find each other and Cassian wanted to be a part of that song so bad, just like Azriel. But for now, it wasn't about him and he was happy your body seemed as receptive of him as he was of you.

He could only hope your heart was the same.

So he mustered as much power as he could to pull you away, kissing you gently over your cheeks.

Fucking stars, he thought, he was still so painfully hard beneath his trousers. But he had to walk away or make a very big mistake.

“I want you so fucking bad,” he whispered in your ear, his breath fanning over your hair.

He could feel your breath hitch in your throat as he took a step back. “But that is a game for another day,” he smiled something fiendish at you.

“Of course,” you said catching your breath.

The two of you locked eyes as he did the dutiful thing and walked back down the hall to his own borrowed bedroom, he didn't wait to listen for you to shut your door as he shut his.

He paced his bedroom, back and forth, palming his hardened cock.

Without a second thought he threw open his balcony window, one that was in only his and Azriel’s rooms, and took to the skies.

He had to leave, he had to.

The scent of your lust permeated his nose and was starting to cloud his judgement and he had to get as far as he could away.

Thoughts of taking you every which way in your bed, against the wall, in your bathtub, on the floor, all of it stained his imagination. He wanted all of it.

Cassian landed very ungratefully on the training balcony of the House of Wind and shot himself to his actual bedroom. He didn't bother with shutting the door only to strip his clothes down to nothing as he began to touch himself.

“Ahh, fuck,” he growled as his palm grazed his bare cock.

Cassian prided himself on his sexual escapades but he couldn't help but wish he was watching your hand take him now. He spit into his hand and hissed as he took himself in his palm, stroking hard and soft, mirroring what imaginary-you would do to him.

“She got to you too,” a male voice laughed gently behind him.

He whipped around and saw Azriel leaning against his doorway, arms crossed. Az’s eyes flecked down to Cassian's exposed cock but looked back up to his eyes, “Well don't let me stop you. I've been touching my own since that day she let me hold her on our way to her sisters.”

“Well are you just going to stand there,” Cassian said, cock still in hand.

Azriel pondered for a moment before he nodded. “I think I might. Continue with your work.”

Cass rolled his eyes and continued to stoke. It wasn't the first time the two Illyrians had watched each other in the past and maybe that was a part of this mutual mating bond with the same female that made them so comfortable around each other but Cassian wasn't embarrassed. He wasn't even going to kick him out.

He just continued his moments.

A sharp gasp escaped him as he sped his movements up, chasing the same high he felt when he had you pressed up against your door. He could still taste your lips on his but he imagined the sweet tangy scent of your cunt preening for him instead, stars he wanted to taste you.

That imaginary scent had him spilling over the top as he came with a deep guttural groan. He came all over his deep bronze hands and already missed the way you felt against him in his mind.

Fuck, he was doomed.

Cassian fell to his knees, still feeling his orgasmic high coursing through him as his lungs ached for a full breath. He looked up as Azriel shifted in the doorway with a lustful knowing smirk, “Good boy.”

His heart skipped a beat as he watched Az walk away, satisfied enough with the sight of the Lord of Bloodshed on his knees.

#acotar rewrite #the high lady of cunning #the high lady talks #directors commentary #cassian acotar #cassian x reader #cassian x y/n

[littlegrrl7]

Skadi on AO3

 This is not how I die.

Slathering jaws snap in my face again as the beast’s foul breath washes over me. I’m an idiot for coming alone to this unfamiliar stretch of woods today. My basket of herbs and small sickle knife lay strewn near the overlook where this bear has me pinned on my back. The stench of death rolls off the creature, and judging by its state, it has the foaming sickness.

 My wolf form won’t be nearly large enough to take on a disease-maddened bear. I’m going to get slaughtered if I stay in my soft human body. A swirl of mist covers me as I shift to my larger Vargree skin. The human stories call Vargree werewolves, but we are so much more than that. The magic tingles as it races over my flesh. Thick gray fur replaces skin. My face lengthens to a muzzle and fangs emerge, filling my mouth with dangerously sharp teeth. My body grows heavier, taller, stronger as the animalistic attributes of my wolfish half form take over. I flick my ears back, stretching clawed fingers and toes as some of my clothing melds into the change.

 I shove the bear in vain, hoping to free myself, managing mere inches before it slams me to the ground again. Rocks dig into my back bringing the burn of tears to my eyes. The bear’s massive paws pin my shoulders. I snap at it, struggling to free my arms enough to claw at its beady eyes.

 It roars, showering my muzzle in disgusting phlegmy spittle. The sour scent of decay rolling off it raises bile to my throat. Thank the goddess, Vargree can’t contract diseases. I dodge another bite, twisting again to make enough room to bring my legs up and rake claws into its softer belly. The bear bawls and slams my back harder into the ground. Crushed, my breath whooshes from my lungs. Something cracks, and white-hot pain shoots through my side. The view of the forest and blue sky spins as I struggle for breath.

 “Hey! Is someone up there?” A deep voice calls.

 I snap at the bear again, seeking to sink my teeth into its throat, but it jerks its head and all I get is a mouthful of rancid fur. Wriggling one arm free, I swipe at it, digging long claws into its side. Enraged, the bear lifts its bulk and I take a hasty gulp of air before it slams down on me again.

 “Look out! There’s a rabid bear up there!” Someone shouts a warning that is far too late.

 I roll my eyes at the comment. Bracing my back against the ground, I flex my arms, shoving the bear far enough off me to bring my knees to my chest under the great beast. Putting every ounce of strength behind it, I slash downward with my back claws. A hot spill of entrails and blood covers me, evidence of my success, as my claws rake its stomach open. The stench of rot fills the air.

 The bear reels backward and I’m able to take half a breath, until the sting of my ribs has the world going out of focus. Don’t pass out. Awkwardly, I lunge from the bear and crawl away, realizing too late I’m at the edge of the cliff. I push myself up as the beast’s rubbery lips peel back from yellowed teeth before it roars and charges. The cliff drop-off is at my back. I brace myself as the bear barrels toward me, then twist as it strikes to use its own momentum to hurl it over the side.

 Not bothering to watch it soar into the cloudless summer sky, I slump to the gritty earth, waiting for my pulse to stop pounding in my ears. Closing my eyes, I ignore the distant wails of the creature as it plummets to the valley below. The feeling of exhilaration ebbs. I could have died–not that anyone would have cared.

 All I wanted was a little time for myself today. Time away from the judging eyes of my pack. A day without snide jibes or ridicule for being a halfbreed bastard. I was going to pick some herbs for the pack healer, maybe take a dip in the lake. I wasn’t expecting a fight against a disease-riddled creature.

     Breathe in    … the pain in my side flares and stars dance before my eyes. I focus on my wolf form, shifting to my four-pawed body and keen senses. My wounds heal with the change, bringing blessed relief.

     Breathe out    … I shift back to my bi-pedal Vargree skin, still covered in filth. Gross. I pant, stretching out onto my back to stare at the sky, trying to slow my racing heart.

 “Are you alive?”

 I blink. For one ridiculous moment, I think the spirit of the bear is speaking to me. But the voice comes from below. Rolling onto my stomach, I peer over the edge of the cliff.

 A dark-haired man hangs from an outcropping of root, his toes barely set on a thin ledge. Still dazed, I stare down at him. There are never any humans in these woods. An upward draft brings his wolfish scent to me–he’s a Vargree like me.

 The root groans under his weight.

 “What are you doing down there?” I ask, trying to make sense of why anyone would cling to a cliff face.

 “I’m enjoying the breathtaking view.” The strange Vargree flashes me a roguish smile. “I could use a hand up.” The root drops another inch, and he gives me a frantic look that belies his previous lighthearted tone.

 “Shift and climb,” I call down to him. He should be able to dig into the cliff face easily with his claws.

 “I’ll be too heavy. This root won’t hold much longer.”

 He’s too far down for me to reach him. Frowning, I realize I’m not strong enough to carry him, even in my Vargree skin. “I saw some vines on the next rise,” I say over my shoulder as I set off.

 “I’ll be right here,” he says, sounding pretty jovial for a man hanging by a thread above certain oblivion.

 I grab my sickle knife off the ground and run back to another steep slope on the mountainside. The thick vines aren’t hard to cut, and I twist them together as I race back to him. I anchor the makeshift rope to a nearby tree for safety and toss it over the edge. “Grab that and I’ll haul you up.”

 Before I can get to the edge to see him, there’s a ripping noise and tumbling gravel. The twisted vines yank tight, scraping my hands. I pull back hard.

     Sweet mother Vanadis, he’s heavy!    The vines go slack and worry fills me before a sable-furred hand appears over the edge, followed by black-tipped ears lined with golden metal hoops. He grunts, and I rush forward to pull him up to safety. Realizing how enormous his Vargree skin is, I grasp his tunic and the leather of his belt. With another heave, we both fall to the ground panting.

 Turning to look at him, pure terror chokes me as I’m dwarfed by his shadow. He’s not just a Vargree, but one of the northern winter wargs. My mother’s brutal stories–that they are all rapists and murderers–pour into my mind. The gigantic wolf-shifters have waged war for centuries in the north. The stories have trickled down even as far as these quiet lands.

 The warg breathes in, likely scenting my fear. I scramble back, adrenaline still rushing through my veins. Will he attack now? Is he even able to? I need to run while he’s still stunned.

 “Hey, pup. You just saved my life. I won’t hurt you.” With a glimmer of concerned hazel eyes, he reaches out to me, but I'm already moving as I pull on my faster wolfskin.

 Four paws hit the turf and I’m running for my life. My heart hammers wildly against my chest. Rabid bears? Winter wargs? Fenrir’s balls. How much worse can this day get? I try to get enough ground between us before he pursues.

 If I can make it back to my pack… as if that’s any safer. I falter as a sharp rock catches my paw, ripping open the pad. Crashing sounds in the underbrush behind me and I ignore the pain, letting the sheer terror spur me on. Wargs are brutal. Ruthless. All of them. My entire life I’ve heard stories of the ferocity and cold-hearted natures of the far north packs. They take whatever they want. I should know. I’m a result of it: my father is a warg, my mother unwilling. Her words echo back to me. Never be alone, always stay with the pack.

 The pack hasn’t shown me much kindness, though.

 Pain rips through my leg with every stride and the blood leaves a trail a child could follow. Briefly, I consider shifting to heal it. Glancing back, I realize it’s impossible. A sable-furred shadow races toward me through the verdant trees. He’s enormous, easily the size of a draft horse, and gaining fast.

 I put on a fresh burst of speed, snapping my head forward only to crash against something immovable. A startled yelp escapes me as thick, furred arms hoist me into the air. Another warg. What are they doing here? Frantically flailing my paws, I bite at his face. Bright blue eyes widen as he turns his tawny muzzle away from me and glances over my shoulder.

 “Hold her,” the warg chasing me growls.

 I scrabble desperately against my captor’s grip, bringing my back legs up to disembowel him like I did the bear. Barking as I snap at him, I struggle, but it’s no use. He’s far stronger.

 “Fenrir’s shaggy cock. She’s a fighter!” His golden-furred arms loosen to swing me away from his body, then he slams my back to his chest. My breath rushes out in a gust, leaving me stunned.

 The warg I saved strides toward me, tossing my herb basket to the ground. Even in my sheer fright, a part of me marvels at his presence as he shifts to his human form. My world slows down as a strange sensation burns through my veins. Not fear–attraction. It tingles over me as I try to make sense of it.

  Straight dark brown hair falls forward over intense hazel eyes. His shoulders go on forever as he looms closer to us, and a frustrated expression twists his handsome, roughly chiseled features. His eyes soften as he slowly extends a hand toward me. “Easy, pup. We aren’t going to hurt you. Destin, put her down.”

 I squirm again in the tawny warg’s arms, smearing him with my bloodied foot and the offal from the bear. He gags on the stench as I shift to my Vargree skin,   taking on my half form so I can speak. Adjusting his grip, he grunts against my furred cheek as my   weight and size increases, but doesn’t let go.

 “Then why were you chasing me?” I grit out as the steel-like arms around me tighten further.

 “Did she hurt you?” The warg called Destin growls. He hisses as I rake long claws over his forearm in an attempt to get free.

 The other warg chuckles. “No. But she’s liable to shred your pretty hide if you don't release her.”

 My clawed feet touch the ground, but he still keeps me trapped in his arms. I glare at the warg I saved, regretting that I did. I’m going to get murdered in these woods. Why did I come out here alone? Stupid. I focus on bringing forth the voice of my wolf, ready to fight.

 “Who are you?” the warg asks as he steps closer. The clean, musky scent of him fills my nostrils and that strange tug echoes through me again. It’s familiar somehow, almost sweet like dry fall leaves. He rests his hand under my long muzzle, lifting it to him.

 I’m tempted to lunge and snap at him, but I don’t. Something stings in my chest the moment I gaze into his bemused face. He’s gorgeous in his human form, tanned skin and smoky dark looks. I can’t seem to remember how to breathe as I shake my head out of his hand. Destin’s grip tightens around me in warning. I went from one brutal opponent to another. I’ll never submit, I’d rather die fighting.

 “You will release me now.” Thank Vanadis, the voice comes ringing with the echo of the goddess. Tawny arms instantly go slack as the other warg’s dark brows rise.

 “You have the voice,” he murmurs in awe.

 I turn to run, but he grips my forearm. Thick blunt fingers dig into my gray fur. A warmth tingles along my flesh where our bare skin touches. I call the power forth again, glaring into his hazel eyes. “Release me.”

 “No, pup. I’m afraid that won’t work on me.” His lips lift, but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “But it was an admirable try. Take a knee.”

 His voice echoes with the same power, and as if pressed, my legs fold and I kneel before him. Terror chokes me further. I grit my teeth. “Is this how you thank me for saving you?”

 “Easy, pup, no one here will hurt you… let’s try this again.” He kneels before me, lifting my muzzle with a single finger. I want to bite his hand, but I can’t seem to move. “What is your name?”

 “Piss off.” I try to rise, but his will is far stronger than mine. My body shakes against his command as I try to resist it, failing utterly.

 Rich and deep, his chuckle leaves my stomach fluttering. I squirm at the unfamiliar sensation, and growl as he strokes a gentle hand along my furred cheek. Lightly, he brushes the very tips of his fingers along my pointed ears as if trying to soothe me. I flatten them in annoyance.

 “I’m Drott Liam of pack Five Claw. This is my yodha, Destin. We’re traveling through the area seeking pack Máni. I promise I won’t hurt you, my savior.” He stands, then offers me his hand.

 Feeling the compulsion lift, I glare at his extended hand as I hesitate. He’s a pack leader? He can’t be out here with only his second in command. Is Five Claw invading this region?

 “Come on, pup. You somehow threw a bear three times your size off a cliff. I should be the one afraid of you.” His smile is far more charming than it has any right to be. Refusing the offer of help, I stand, then glance at the warg who captured me.

 Destin’s in his human skin now, tall with wavy blond hair and large, startling blue eyes. He’s clean-shaven, with a pointed jaw and cheekbones so sharp I could cut myself on them. With those thick lips and straight nose, he’s almost too pretty for a man. His body is lean and sculpted, still tense. I know he’ll pin me again with one word from the drott. He glances from Liam to me as if awaiting an order. Now is my chance. I leap, shifting mid-air to my faster wolfskin. As soon as my paws hit the ground, I run.

 “Let her go,” Liam says at my back. “I’ll see her again.”

#wolfshifter #whychoose #fmmm #skadi #longfic #fantasyromance #evelynshine

[chaos-vulpix]

Jay, filling in for Nya: Are you familiar with gear shift?

Olivia: You mean the PRNDL?

Jay: ...The what?

Olivia: The PRNDL

Jay: Are you referring to the shift lever that says P-R-N-D-L?

Olivia: I'm not a child, Jay. I know how to spell "PRNDL"

Jay: It's not something you spell, it is a gear shift. The letters stand for park, reverse, NEUTRAL, DRIVE, AND LOW!

Olivia: You're making me nervous with all this technical talk!

Jay: Oh, I'm sorry! Why don't we just relax, and turn on the radio? Would you like AMMM or FMMM?

#ninjago #the ninja legacy whip #legacyverse #incorrect quotes #back on the “Olivia can't drive” bullshit

[nobody7102]

OMG you write for Charlie Young 😍

Could you please write Charlie in a in a post-sex daze and him laying on his girls chest and rambling about how amazing her boobs are.

So super soft post sex stuff please 💕

YES BOOB-DAZED CHARLIE!! (I love my office boy)

———

“Fuck” Charlie panted as he lowered himself onto his elbows. “Holy fuck” he panted once more before pressing his face into the valley of Y/N’s breasts

“Oof!” She breath out as his arms wrapped around her waist, he buried himself further into her chest “Charlie?” She chuckled, running her hands through his hair.

Only to be met with “tmmm amm ammm pfmmnn” before Y/N moaned feeling his teeth graze the side of her boob.

“W-what?” She stammered out as her grip in Charlie’s hair tightened

Lifting his head slightly he spoke again “These are absolutely perfect” he dropped his head once more to graze his teeth around her nipple “so soft” he mumbled against her skin before clamping his teeth around her nipple as one of his hands came up to pinch the other.

“Charlie!” Y/N whined

Pulling off of her nipple, “and when they give me a reaction like that” he began kissing all over her boobs, any part he could get too before he face planted into the valley once more “hmm Imm cmmm tmmm tmmmm smmm tmmmmm ammm hmmm tmmm fmmm smmm imm wm”

Letting out a laugh, Y/N tugged at his hair to lifted his head. Meeting his eyes she smiled seeing the slight glaze to them, “you hmmmmm?” She laughed

Smiling from ear to ear, Charlie began kissing from the valley, up her neck, to just below her left ear. “If I could touch them” he kissed her earlobe “squeeze them” his hand moved to pinch her nipple once more yearning him a mewl “and hold them twenty four seven” he kissed just below her ear once more “I would”

#charlie young set it up #charlie young #Charlie Young x reader #set it up netflix #glen powell set it up #set it up x reader #set it up #Netflix #glen powell imagine #glen powell x reader #glen powell

[chickentendieboi]

Iwaizumi Hajime || Lingerie

MINORS DNI ~ 18+

—tw/cw: established relationship, both!oral recieving, fingering, pentration, unprotected sex

—wc: 2,889

☼ a/n: reposted and re-edited from my account on quotev and wattpad

Masterlists: Main Masterlist || NSFW Masterlist

You'd finished drying off after you got out of the shower and had been standing in your bedroom with quite the decision. You stared down at the lingerie you had placed out on the bed, contemplating.

Your insides throbbed with want and need as you examined what you had before you. All day, you'd been extremely horny. So much so that you could not focus at work at all and you had no explanation for it at all. It just happened. So now, you were deciding whether or not you were going to go out to the living room with lingerie on or completely naked.

You sighed in frustration.

Now, lingerie... hot as hell, sends the message right across and you'll look good in it.

Being naked on the other hand, you don't have to worry about putting it on and you don't have to worry about getting it off in the heat of the moment. And, it also gets your point across, fairly well at that too.

You shook your head and traced your fingers along the fabric of your garter belt with your lips twisted to the side.

While you were thinking about how you wanted to seduce Iwaizumi tonight, he was currently in the living room working on a work out plan for one of his clients. Since the whole pandemic happened, he'd been working from home, sending work out regiments, doing zoom calls for his training classes and just... staying home. Meanwhile, you had a job that kept you out on the field verses working from home.

Deciding on what you were going to do, you slipped on all of the garments of your lingerie outfit. The lace hugged your body, trailing up your torso, leaving your chest almost completely revealed with the exception of a quarter cup bra. Pulling on thigh high tights, you did a small twirl in the mirror, giving a nod. Quickly fluffing up your still damp hair, you let it fall freely before walking out of the bedroom.

Your eyes landed on his figure, sitting not completely with his back to you, but since he was so engrossed in his work, he wouldn't be able to tell you walked out if he was positioned in front of you.

"Haji." You spoke out breathily, leaning against the frame of the living room divider.

He hummed out, keeping his eyes on his work.

"Hajime." You say it in a more seductive tone and he finally turned to look at you.

"What is it... wh-why are you..." He just stared, stared at you for a good minute, taking in everything you had to offer him, his cheeks pinkening as his eyes began to darken. He got up, almost bumping his laptop off the table but he could care less. Marching over to you, he picked you up bridal style and brought you back into the bedroom.

Dropping you down on the bed, you let out a squeak. "Remember, you asked for it." He growled, hungry to devour the meal that you had laid out right in front of his eyes. He quickly severed the gap between the both of you and took your lips with his, crawling up on the bed and straddling your body. He ate up every breath you produced as he ravenously took over your mouth with his tongue, eliciting a deep moan from you.

His hands ran over your body, traversing all the dips and curves he had imprinted in his brain, running up to the back of your shoulder, pulling you in towards him. Your breathing quickly became bated as your chest heaved and blood rushing through your body. This was what you wanted, what you needed.

Feeling Iwaizumi take control of the situation, gripping you to him made your insides weep more. "Fmmm." You moaned against his mouth, your hips attempting to reach his only to be pushed down into the mattress.

He detached his lips from yours and looked into your eyes with an intense ferocity. "Mmm, so needy so soon. You've been waiting for this all day, haven't you?" He brought his lips down to your neck, latching on to the spot he knew all too well.

You let out a whimper as you nodded, your chin grazing over the locks of his hair, the hair you loved to play with. Your hands reached up and made itself home on top of his head. Fingers curling around the strands of his hair, you tugged but at the same time, pushed him down into your neck, begging him to suck harder.

As much as he wanted to leave marks on your neck for the world to see, he refrained himself only because of your job. So, instead, he made his way down to your chest, trailing wet sloppy kisses along your skin. His fingers snaked around your back, finding the clip and undoing it as he marked the inner top portion of your breast. As he pulled off your bra, he'd gone over and marked the top of your other breast, trailing bites and nips along your skin until his mouth clamped over your pert bud.

"Haaajj." You moaned out, your hand falling from his head and reaching up behind you, gripping the sheets, lifting your breast along with your movement. Iwaizumi loved how vulnerable you looked in that position, your arms raised, exposing every inch of your upper body.

"Mmm, moan for me, baby girl." He growled as he traced across the center of your chest with his mouth, finding your other bud and working on that one. One of his hands tweaking and pinching at the breast he'd just worked on while the other was gripping your hip, his nails slightly digging into your skin.

He'd only been working on your tits but you knew you were sopping wet, itching for him to head further down. He'd expertly aroused you further while savoring your nipples and now he was trailing kisses and nips down your stomach, your brain going fuzzy with anticipation.

He grabbed the garter around your upper waist and pulled you down, an eep leaving your throat but you were met by the bulge that was screaming to be released from his sweatpants. He undid the strings and pulled down both his pants and boxers at the same time, his erection revealing itself in front of your hungry eyes.

Licking your lips, you did what his eyes were beckoning you to do. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you opened your mouth, taking in his hot dick. His head craned backwards and your heard a guttural moan leave his lips, his hips bucking up slightly, meeting the back of your throat, twitching a bit as you gagged.

You opened your mouth a bit more so your tongue could drag along from the base of his cock to the tip, swirling around it and bobbing your head down again. You were only taking him with your mouth for a moment before he pulled back and brought his gaze back down to your body.

"Fuck. Christ, you're so..." His eyes trailed all along your body, taking in your lewd expression, mouth hung, eyes half lidded, drunk on lust. His eyes scanned your exposed breast, drinking in the marks he'd left, an unspoken claim. And now, he shimmied down further, getting your legs out from under him and up to the side in front of him.

His fingers grazed along the garter, following the stringed clips down to your stockings and undid the 4 clasps, rolling the free fabric down your legs and leaving kisses in its wake. He made it down to your first leg, kissing down to your toes until he moved on to the next leg, preforming the same movement, kisses sending shivers up your spine and pulses throughout your heat.

Your breathing had slowed but it was low and shallow, as you drowned in the feeling that Iwaizumi was filling your senses with. His fingers grasped onto your panties and pulled, grazing them lightly against your legs before throwing the material to the side. His hands both started from your knees, his calloused hands sending goosebumps throughout your body, especially when they met your wet pussy. Thumb grazing over your clit, he sent your mind blank, only the feeling of him slowly circling your clit, dipping down to gather your wetness and lubricating your bud.

"Hajii~" You breathed out and your body spasmed with the feeling of your clit being worked. While rubbing your clit, he moved your leg to the other side of him, spreading you wide open for his dark eyes to drink in, especially the glistening of your wet cunt. Correction, sopping wet cunt. You wiggled, feeling the cold stagnant air rest on your crease, causing you to let out a throaty whimper.

"Fuck, you're so wet." His breath spoke out, an animalistic growl at the end of his words. Lifting your legs up on the sides of his head over his shoulders, he lowered himself and his breath fanned over your wet folds.

Your hips involuntarily arched up towards his presence, wanting to be touched by his mouth so bad, to feel his warm tongue in between your folds. Lewd whimpers elicited themselves from your mouth once he finally lowered his mouth on to your wet pussy. His fingers spread apart your folds, his thumb caressing your entrance as his mouth sucked on your clit.

"Mmmnghh." You moaned out, your hands finding his hair in no time and you tugged and pushed him harder against you, wanting to feel everything his mouth had to offer. His nose rubbed against the skin right below your waist as his teeth nibbled gently on your sensitive button. But just that small pressure sent insides into overdrive, especially with the addition of two of his fingers. Your throat could only release moans as the words you tried saying fell short on your tongue.

After two fingers, there were three then there were four and then came your shrieking orgasm as you covered his finger in your juices. "Haaahh..." You breathed out, riding his fingers while your orgasm rode your whole body.

Deeming you ready, he backed up a bit, grabbed onto your lower thighs and you felt his hardened cock gliding along your folds, dampening the skin of his erection. He lowered his head back a moment as he felt the slickness of your pussy cover him without him even entering you yet. "Goddamn..." He cursed out and then finally brought his eyes to you and you knew this was the moment. His eyes traveled down your body, resting on the wet creases of your womanhood, his cock tracing down to your entrance and his eyes were glued.

He loved watching himself enter you, making him sigh out all his breath and visualize the scene of your insides swallowing him whole. "Fucking shit..." He moaned, pulling out slowly, watching you reluctantly release him only to have him push back into you again. His eyes would flicker up to you, collecting your red cheeks, ajar mouth and panting chest before looking back down again, admiring the way you ate him up. "You're so, ugh, you're swallowing me up. Your tight pussy is just sucking me in. Fucking hell." Words spewed out of Iwaizumi's mouth but that was nothing new, he was quite talkative while you guys had sex, but you loved the lewd words that he'd always say, driving you deeper into horniness.

He swore a lot in general, but hearing him say these words with lidded eyes, breathiness and growls made you even more wet. "Haji, f-fuck me please." You itched and drowned in the slow pace he produced, needing him to just start drilling into you.

"Mmm, begging me to fuck you senseless then, right? That was your plan since the beginning, you're so hungry for my dick, huh?" His hands tightened around your thighs and he pressed his lips against your upper calf, teeth nipping with his tongue to follow, as if his tongue caressed the pain of his bite.

"Y-yes. Please..." You moaned out, your body beginning to stretch towards him, needing to feel him in you more.

"You're such a whore for me." He moved his mouth down on the inside above your knees and he bit down hard while he drilled into you. Man, he drilled into your cunt, hitting the back of your walls with a relentless force making blazes of white strike your vision.

"GaH!" Your head sunk into the pillow as he began to pump in and out of you with such force that you knew by the time he was done with you, you were going to be nothing but a limp mess. "Ha~ Hajime~!" He rocked into your body roughly and you added to the force by meeting his hips half way. His cock scraped at your insides, molding passed the flesh and hitting that spot he was trained to find.

Your orgasm unraveled itself, sucking in Iwaizumi as you rode out against him. He stopped moving, allowing you to roll your hips against him, your back arched and your tits rising and falling with the heaving of your chest. He helped along your second orgasm by kneading one of your pert buds that were screaming to be touched on your chest.

Iwaizumi relished in the feeling of you cumming around his cock, but once your high was dying, he rolled himself so that you were now on top of him. "Ride me like your life depends on it."

Your lust driven eyes lit up and you complied, throwing your leg around his body and lowering yourself onto him, guiding his cock into you and you brought your head back as he stretched deeper inside you. Your mouth hung open as you breathed in air you quickly lost and you began to roll your hips further, grinding him into you. Iwaizumi's hot palms started on your hips, pushing you down on him as you rolled forward, creating a friction that was driving both of you.

His hands moved after a bit and traced up your body, landing on your chest and began caressing your tender breasts, driving you to land deeper on him. "Haji, Haji..." His name was falling off your lips as you began to feel the familiar tensing feeling bubble up, your muscles contracting around him as your third release was nearing.

"Haah-" Iwaizumi's body began to tense up, feeling you suck him in with the increase in your need to have him bury himself in you. Your hands moved behind you, grabbing onto his knees, arching your back and used your new position to lift yourself up and pound on top of him.

"I-I'm close, I-I, Ha~" Your breathing began to shorten as your movements got more needy, feeling drunk with the feeling that was arousing deep within you.

As much as Iwaizumi loved cumming to the feeling of your walls relentlessly contracting around him, he was all out of condoms, so, the next best thing to him was sending his hot cum down your throat, and he was ready to watch you take him deep in your mouth.

He ripped you off of him while you were in the middle of your orgasm, the heat in his erection screaming to be released. "Down." He growled, one hand crossed his body and gripped itself in your hair, pushing his cock down your throat while the other hand attached to your weeping cunt, plunging his fingers in while you rode out your continuous orgasm against his fingers, your throat deep on his cock. "Fuck." Were the words he'd released as he spilled his hot cum down your throat, his fingers curled in your pussy as his cock twitched in your mouth.

Slowly slipping his drenched fingers out of your throbbing cunt, he sighed out, taking the hand that was laced in your hair to now caressing the top of your head. "Fucking damn." He lazily brought himself to sit up, continuously stroking your head. You laid with your head lying on his thighs, your orgasm falling rapidly as your body succumbed to the now lack of adrenaline. "Let's clean up quickly, then we can rest." His voice sounded reluctant but he pulled himself off the bed, making your head land in the sheets as you lacked the energy to move.

"Haji~" You whined and looked up at him with the look of defeat, satisfaction and exhaustion.

He gave you a once over and sighed as he gave into his defeat as well. Who was he kidding, he pounded you close to no return and you rode the shit out of him, what energy did you both really have to care about cleaning up right now? Sloppily pulling off the damp sheet, he threw on an extra comforter and pulled you up towards him as he crawled onto the bed.

You rested into his side, your head laying on his chest and he began to trace circles with his fingers on your shoulder as you drifted off into a well deserved slumber.

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