#my finger slipped several different strokes

[tawnfawn]

intoxicated | könig

summary: you get along with everyone on your team, except for könig. you think he hates you, but his perceived distaste for you only makes you want him more. you're able to keep your composure until you're partnered up for a mission, where everything seems to go wrong...

tags: könig x fem!reader smut. cod. pure filthy, shameless smut. sex pollen. proofread. MDNI. 5,000+ words

cw: dubcon (due to sex pollen but there's clear consent before and after). unprotected sex (reader IS on birth control, wrap it before you tap it), p in v, oral m!receiving, fingering, accidental drug use (sex pollen), dom!könig and sub!reader, light humiliation kink, heavy praise, size kink if you squint, overstimulation, mutual pining, violence, killing.

MDNI. NSFW BELOW THE CUT

You crept around the corner of the warehouse with your rifle, watching König’s six as you progressed. The other KorTac members were stationed on site as well, giving quick updates through comms as you progressed. Details were scarce, except that in the warehouse, a Russian terrorist group was producing a bioweapon capable of mass destruction—and anyone inside was KOS.

Of course, the bioweapon in question was…dubious, to say the least. A strong aphrodisiac, the contractor had explained, much to the astonishment of your team. During the briefing, you’d managed to keep a straight face, but not all of your teammates were as courteous.

“So let me get this straight—you want us to risk our lives for…Viagra?” Horangi had questioned, exasperated. Your lips pursed at his crudeness, but it was exactly what you were thinking too.

The scientist’s face flushed. “N-no, this is much different,” he snapped. As one of the architects of the bioweapon, he was clearly offended. “It is much, much stronger. Exposure to just one dose will cause severe arousal: heart palpitations, excessive sweating, overheating. Imagine…” He seemed to be struggling to find the words. “Imagine a brain overload, yes? Rational thinking…disappears. Victims may lose all motor control. Too long without treatment can result in heart failure, aneurysms, seizures, stroke, and sometimes death.”

“So what is the treatment?” you interrupted, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Sex,” the scientist answered, shifting uncomfortably on his heels. “It was designed to be, ah… difficult.”

Your jaw clenched, and your eyes darted to König. He was staring down the scientist, narrowed eyes betraying no emotion. While everyone else struggled to keep their bafflement hidden, his sniper hood obscured any hope of reading him. Just my fucking luck, you thought when you were partnered with him.

It wasn’t that you disliked König; it was just that you found it so much more difficult to talk to him. With the rest of your teammates, you were fine. A natural people reader, you were comfortable with the rest of them, relying on body language and the details they let slip to learn more about them. In fact, you considered yourself to be pretty close with them—unsurprising, given that in your line of work, your life rested in their hands and vice versa. But König was… different. You didn’t distrust him, per say, but outside of the battlefield, he was quiet. Reclusive. No matter how many times you’d tried to get him to open up, he barely interacted with you, despite talking to the others. You’d chalked it down to being the newest on the team at first, but now that you’d served over a year and a half together, you were frustrated. Shouldn’t that be well enough time to open up at least a little bit?

You knew your thinking was illogical. Your job was to hunt targets and invade bases, not deep dive into your coworker’s soul, but you couldn’t help the way it took over your mind. Your need to understand him had become a bit of an obsession. You constantly found yourself looking at him, trying to discern any emotion his eyes betrayed. You listened intently for any of his input in person or on comms, no matter how menial it was. You studied his body language, taken note of any habits or gestures. You’d even memorized the way he reloaded his guns.

It was…embarrassing, to say the least. But could you blame yourself? He was so tall and strong and imposing that even just standing next to him made you, a normally very confident and intimidating woman, feel small. Such was the reason that you pushed yourself extra harder whenever you were paired up with him, making sure he knew you were valuable, a force to be reckoned with. Your excellent performance had made you two quite the duo, often clearing out legions of enemies in mere minutes. And you had to admit, seeing him absolutely obliterate enemy lines made you feel some type of way…

But not like that, of course. You were just…curious. When he finally opened up to you (and not if, but when), your obsession would stop, and everything would be fine. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

Today, however, there were a lot less enemies than you’d expected. Sure, there were quite a few soldiers stationed around the warehouse (which your team had incapacitated quickly), but inside, save for some scientists and the occasional guard, it was eerily empty and quiet.

“It’s fucking cold,” Horangi’s voice rang out from your radio. You sighed and brought the device to your lips.

“It’s fucking Russia,” you stated. “What did you think it’d be? Beachy?”

König’s quiet chuckle sounded from in front of you, and you couldn’t help the pride that swarmed in your heart. Heat burst in your cheeks, but you tried to brush it off.

“Fuck off,” Horangi replied. “East side clear.”

“West unknown,” you said. “Standby.” You tucked the radio back into your pocket, following your teammate.

You both peeked around the corner to the last room. It was filled to the brim with lab equipment—beakers, bunsen burners, flasks, microscopes—all sitting atop of large resin tables. Bright, fluorescent lights bounced off the sterile grey walls and ceiling, creating a dull glare that was almost depressing. Neat racks of tightly sealed vials and test tubes peeked through glass cabinets on the walls, parallel to the large sinks below. Across the room was a row of unfamiliar-looking equipment, and next to that, an enormous whiteboard boasting messily scrawled notes, diagrams, and equations. A bag of what looked like takeout sat on a nearby desk next to a crumpled napkin and a perspiring styrofoam cup. It was almost exactly what you’d imagined a stereotypical laboratory to look like, albeit a bit messier and more lived in. A singular man stood working at one of the tables, frantically scribbling on a notepad with his back facing toward you. König motioned for you to stay put as he crept forward. You complied.

Then the man dropped his pen.

“Xyй,” he cursed and turned around to pick it up. Of course, when he turned around, he saw König’s gigantic form pointing a gun at him, and he screamed. You fired your suppressed pistol, but not before the scientist hurled a glass vial at König. It shattered against his tactical vest as the dead scientist crumpled to the ground, releasing a burst of lavender-colored smoke that curled into the air and quickly dissipated.

König ripped off his tactical vest, coughing violently, but it was too late—the substance had already entered his lungs, likely reaching his bloodstream by now. He stared at you, blue eyes wide with—for the first time you’d ever seen—fear. 

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered, and he staggered to the wall, crashing down to the floor.

“König?” You stared at him, stricken. His eyes were closed, and he was stock still—stiller than you’d ever seen him—and for a long, hard moment, you thought he might be dead. 

Then his eyes snapped open. His pupils were dilated and blown, a sea of black barely tinged by blue irises. He stared at you, unmoving, before letting out a groan and bringing his hand over his face.

“Oh, fuck,” you whispered. You grabbed your radio. “M-man down!” you stammered into it. “König’s been exposed. West side clear. Requesting med evac in thirty minutes. Going dark.” You turned it off, not bothering to listen to any input. The rest of your team knew what this meant. As did you.

In the time you’d been on the radio, König had torn off all of his other gear, leaving himself in just his shirt, pants, and boots. He was panting, his chest heaving with each breath, ungloved hand still hiding his masked face as he cursed in German.

You crossed the room in seconds and kneeled at his side. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay, König, just breathe—”

“No,” he breathed. His voice was deeper, raspier than normal, and the unbridled heat in it sent a shiver down your spine. His hands were clenched into fists, body tensed as he fought the invisible infection. “Go. Now.”

“You know I can’t leave—”

His hand fell to his side, letting his eyes meeting yours for a split second. “Please,” he groaned, starting to tremble as you drew closer. “I—I can’t—”

His gaze strayed lower, and you followed it to the growing bulge in his pants. You gulped, unmoving, and he grabbed your arm. The force of it was enough to make you still.

“Go,” he insisted, his accent even thicker than usual. “I’m not—I cannot control myself.”

“I’m not gonna leave you here!” you argued, swatting his hand away. “You’re my teammate. You could die.”

“I will hurt you,” he retorted. All the muscles in his body were tensed, clearly on overdrive. Even his eyes were watering. “Please, maus. I am not gentle.”

Something inside about his statement made your thighs clench together, but you tried to ignore it. Tentatively, you brought your hand to his chin, pulling his face towards you. His skin was feverish, and your heart twisted in sympathy. “Let me help you,” you pleaded, and he inhaled sharply.

“It feels like I’m burning,” he hissed, and you frowned. His black compression shirt was nearly soaked with sweat, and you grabbed the fabric, pulling it up. He pawed at your arm weakly, but you shushed him.

“You’re overheating. Take it off,” you ordered, and finally, he let you pull it over his head, sagging back against the wall as you threw it to the side.

You’d seen him without a shirt before—it was hard not to with this kind of job, what with donning injuries all the time—but this was different. His head was thrown back as he panted, toned chest heaving with each breath, and you could see all of the muscles in his chiseled abdomen clenched, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. It was… erotic. Just looking at him made you feel dirty. You felt the thrum of something other than worry in your abdomen, and you swallowed.

“Leave me,” König growled, but it sounded more desperate than commanding. You shook your head at him.

“Not letting you die, König.” You began to rip off your gear, tugging off your tactical vest and discarding your weapons. 

König grabbed your wrist. “What are you…?”

“Wanna help you, okay?” you said softly, trying to catch his eyes as they darted over your face. “Are you gonna let me?”

He took in a deep breath, his other hand in a death grip on his thigh. “I-I don’t want to hurt you,” he repeated, but it was starting to lose its original harshness. He was fading, and fast.

“It’s okay,” you murmured. You placed your hand on his bare chest, feeling the way his heartbeat stuttered and stammered under your touch. He cursed in response, the hand on your wrist twitching, clearly fighting the urge to touch you. In a split-second decision, you swung your right leg over his lap and straddled him, careful not to grind against him, waiting for an answer first. He let out a choked noise and grabbed you by the hips, his tight grip making you gasp. “Yes or no?” you breathed.

“Ahhh, maus.” The low groan he let out was nearly animalistic. “Yes,” he begged, and that was all you needed to hear.

You started grinding on his lap gently, trying to restrain yourself from going further. You wanted to be mindful of his sensitivity, but König simply huffed in annoyance and used his tight grip on your hips to tug you all the way down into his lap—allowing you to feel everything. The imprint of his hard, throbbing cock made you dizzy; you couldn’t resist pressing against it, moaning softly at the delicious friction it granted your clit.

“Scheiße,” König murmured, his thighs twitching underneath you. You felt bad, knowing he was probably dying for some real contact, so you decided to give it to him.

Your heart raced as you reached for his waistband, unbuckling his belt and sliding his pants to his knees. His cock was straining against his briefs, a wet patch forming from precum, and you quickly removed those as well, watching his hardened cock spring up and then fall slightly, its weight making it unable to reach his stomach. Your mouth went dry. Fuck, he was huge. You supposed it made sense: as an exceptionally large man, it was logical to have a proportionally large cock, but the sight of it still shocked you.

“Maus,” he whispered, breaking you out of your trance. He stared at you apprehensively, and you wrapped your much smaller hands around his cock, hearing him suck in a breath. You took a moment to marvel at the sheer size of him—your normally average-sized fingers looked miniature in contrast, unable to even fully wrap around his length. You felt your own arousal seep into your underwear, and you leaned down to kiss his tip.

The moan he let out turned you on even more than before, and you wasted no time teasing him, spitting into your hand and pumping his cock a few times before bringing the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue over the slit before pushing him further down your throat. His cock was so large that you had to fight not to scrape your teeth against it, flattening your tongue under the base of it.

His hand fisted into your hair, pulling slightly every time you moved your lips up and down his shaft, twisting your hand in tandem. Your other hand gripped onto one of his thick thighs, feeling his leg twitch as he struggled not to buck his hips up into your mouth. Each strained noise and curse you coaxed from him only encouraged you more, your own whimpers muffled against his cock as you did your best to fit him down your throat.

After only a few minutes, you felt him twitching in your hand and sped up your pace, determined to pleasure him as much as possible. Curses fell from his lips as he finished, hot spurts of his release shooting down your throat. You swallowed it quickly, continuing to pump your hand up and down his still rock-hard shaft.

König, however, pulled you off quickly, eyes wide and dark with an almost fearful desperation as he stared at you. “The poison. It’s still…”

You looked back down to see his cock still twitching in your hand. “It’s okay,” you said, starting to lean back down, “I’ll just—”

“No!” He pulled you back up by the neck. You blinked at him in shock, and he stared back, pupils blown wide like black moons. There was a fiery hunger in his eyes as he looked at you, one you’d never seen before. The sheer want in his gaze sent a cold shiver down your spine. No one had ever looked at you like this before—like you were prey.

“König?” you asked nervously.

Instead of answering, he began to unbuckle your belt, and you gasped as his hand reached under your waistband to cup your clothed core, index finger tracing lightly over your clit. You fought back a mewl, chest seizing as you shut your eyes from the pleasure.

“So wet,” he marveled. He pushed your underwear to the side, smearing your arousal over your soaked folds as you whimpered, bucking your hips into his hand. “Just from sucking my cock?”

His switch in demeanor startled you, and you moaned as one of his large fingers pressed into your weeping hole, curling inside you with precision. His hands were so much bigger than yours; the stretch was making your knees weak. He quickly found your G-spot, taking care to press against it as you arched into him. “Oh, oh, fuck, König,” you whimpered, coaxing a dark chuckle from him that made you clench around him.

Your thighs clenched around his hand, but he pried them apart with ease, forcing you to straddle him and rendering you helpless to his ministrations as he slowly dragged another finger in and out of you. With each achingly slow push into your dripping hole, he made sure to curl them just right, long fingers able to reach that sensitive spongy spot inside you effortlessly. His palm laid flat against your clit as he stroked your walls, letting you sloppily grind into his hand as he murmured praise into your ear.

“Does that feel good, liebling?” he asked, drinking in each of your breathy, pleasured noises with satisfaction. “You like making a mess on my fingers, mm?”

You simply whimpered, too embarrassed of your flustered state to form a real response. He seemed to pick up the hint, giving you a cocky smirk through his mask. “Ohh, it’s okay, maus,” he cooed, but his soft words were laced with a smug condescension that made your cheeks burn. “You look so pretty like this, all dumb on my fingers. I wish I could’ve seen it earlier.”

You whined again, desperately grinding down on his palm for more friction. His slow pace was torturous, giving you just enough to feel pleasure but not enough to build it. It was mean. It was twisted. It was agonizing. You were eating it up.

“Please,” you tried, teary eyes boring into his. “Can you—can you please—”

“Can I what, maus?” He cocked his head, darkened eyes twinkling with mirth. “Tell me, or I can’t help you.”

You know what I want, you wanted to shout at him, but you knew that wouldn’t work. “Please,” you begged, “I need more."

“What more do you need, maus?” he asked again. “You have a mouth. Use it.”

“Need you to—” You whimpered pitifully, dropping your head into his shoulder. “Please, need you to go—go harder.” You nearly sobbed out the words, desperation winning out over your embarrassment. You were mortified at your teary, shaking voice, but he seemed to revel in it, squeezing your thigh in appreciation.

“Oh, is that what you wanted?” he teased, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. “You could have just said so.”

He set a steady pace with his fingers, bullying them inside of you hard enough to make you squirm against him. With each thrust, he curled them just right, sending your eyes rolling back and mouth falling open in heavy pants as you mewled into his shoulder. You were grateful to be spared of his intense gaze; you didn’t think you could look at him in the state you were in. It was mortifying just hearing the sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of your gushing cunt.

“Oh, maus,” he cooed into your ear as you trembled, keening at the stretch of his fingers. “You’re just so beautiful like this, you know. So fucking desperate and pathetic. I wish I could see you like this all the time.”

Would I like him to finger me like this all the time? Hell yes, you thought to yourself, but you couldn’t find the words to tell him, only able to whine and nod vigorously into his shoulder, lost in the feeling of his fingers inside you. You could feel yourself starting to reach the edge of your climax, grinding harder and harder into his palm and gasping with each spark of pleasure it gave your throbbing clit. You were so wet that you were starting to wonder if you’d been infected, too; each time he hit your g-spot just right, you felt more and more slick dribbling out of you and down your thighs. It was driving you insane.

“K-König!” You managed a cry of his name right before you came, clenching around his fingers as you bucked your hips into his hand. Breathy whines fell from your lips, your thighs shaking and seizing as you squirmed in his hold, feeling an almost overwhelming wave of pleasure wash over your body. The feeling was so intense it was almost painful; you hadn’t had an orgasm in so long, and the effect was palpable. His arms held you tight, keeping you grounded while you shuddered in his grasp, his big fingers determined to prolong your ecstasy.

When you finally came down from your high, you couldn’t look at him, mortified at your messy state. His fingers were still knuckle-deep in your arousal, and you could feel more of your slick dripping down your thighs, wet and uncomfortable. You kept your head buried in his chest shyly while your happy cunt stayed spasming in his hand.

“Okay, schatz?” he asked softly, using his free hand to tilt your head towards him. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You stared up at him, mouth open. There were practically hearts in your eyes; your adoration was clear to him, and he laughed at your expression, cradling your cheek with his hand. “Aww, schatz.” He clicked his tongue, a smile audible in his voice. “You’re so sweet.”

Your cheeks burned red at the words, and you blinked rapidly, unable to look away. His piercing blue eyes stayed trained on yours, but there was a warmth in them that soothed you. He petted your cheek, lifting his hood to press a kiss to your forehead.

Your mind felt fuzzy. All you could think about was your need to be filled by him, and you pawed at his hard cock, wrapping your fingers around the base of it. A hiss of pleasure escaped him, and you kept your eyes on his, wide and pleading. “Please fuck me,” you whispered, still trembling in his grasp.

König’s eyes darkened, and he tugged off the rest of your bottoms quickly. His strong hands lifted you to hover you over his cock, and you shuddered with anticipation, head spinning. He rubbed the tip through your dripping folds, coaxing out a gasp as it brushed over your swollen clit. You tried to push him inside, squirming, but his tight grip on the bottoms of your thighs kept you in place, and you whined his name, hoping he would take pity on you.

“Bitte, König,” you begged, and he practically growled at the words, mercifully allowing you to sink onto the tip of his cock and drawing out a desperate mewl. Even with how wet you were, he was so, so big that he was practically tearing you in half.

“K-König—”

“Hush, liebling,” he soothed, and you moaned as your core clenched around him, beacons of pleasure ripping through you from just the feel of him. He waited for you to relax and then pushed in farther as you gasped at his length.

“Mmph! König—” You keened as he continued to push himself into you, waiting each time to make sure you were okay. You could feel his hard cock twitch with each thrust, and you knew it must be difficult for him not to go straight into fucking you, that he was holding himself back to be more gentle. The thought only made you moan louder.

Tears slipped down your cheeks when he finally bottomed out, and he wiped them away with his thumb. “I’m sorry, maus,” he groaned, no doubt feeling the way you clenched around him. “You’re just—so tight—”

You wanted to tell him to it was okay, but from your already fucked out mind, all that came out was a dumb whimper of his name. In response, he pulled up his sniper hood to kiss your forehead, to which you whined and chased his lips with your mouth. This made him chuckle, and he guided your lips to his, coaxing out a soft moan as his tongue met yours. He tasted wonderful, and you mewled into his mouth, feeling even more worked up from the way he kissed you: hot and desperate and sweet, like the world was ending and you were the last ones in it.

“Mein maus,” he growled, suddenly thrusting up into you and making your eyes roll back. His hips snapped against yours, setting a pace that sent your thoughts reeling. “Taking me so well, doing so good for me, hm? Du bist mein schatz, ja?”

“Yes, fuck—yes,” you babbled, barely able to understand what he was saying. His unusually rough tone was fogging up your dumbed-out mind, the contrast between his sweet words and punishing pace reducing you to nothing but a crying, creaming mess. You’d never been this wet for someone before. “Yes, yes, yes, I’m yours, please—”

“Good girl,” he moaned, pushing you up and down his cock with dizzying strength. Your legs tightened around his waist as he thrust up into you, high-pitched and pitiful noises falling from your lips at a shameful volume. He was using you like a toy, you thought, and the notion of it made your pleasured cries even louder.

“Mmm, yeah? Mmm?” He mimicked your breathy moans, and you could hear the grin in his voice. Normally, you’d be mortified, likely retorting with some witty insult, but now? Now with the way he was fucking you, all you could do was whine in pitiful response.

“So needy for me,” he groaned, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. The sheer force of him made your eyes roll back, and you felt that tight coil in your belly close to snapping.

“Fuck, König—” You panted heavily, your legs starting to give out. “K-König, oh my God, I’m gonna—”

“I know,” he cooed, pulling you closer to his chest so your clit could find purchase on his toned abs. “Doing so good for me, schatz. Such a good girl, getting off on me like this. Like the way I feel, mm?”

His sweet praise became your tipping point, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. You cried his name, mouth falling open in shock as your legs kicked out, your cunt weeping and convulsing around him as you keened. You gasped for air as your orgasm rocked through you, the pleasure suddenly becoming all too much as he continued to drill himself into your gushing cunt.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you sobbed from the overstimulation, but he didn’t let up his pace, pressing chaste kisses to your lips to soothe you. “Wonder how many orgasms I can get from you,” he murmured. You could hear the smile in his voice as he panted. “How many more, mein schatz?”

“I—I don’t know!” you cried as his pelvis dragged against your clit, sending shocks of electricity through you. “I don’t—I can’t—”

He groaned as you trembled in his hold, pretty blue eyes boring into yours. “You can do it for me,” he replied. “I know you can. Isn’t that right, liebling?”

“Ahh—König—” The juxtaposition of his soft kisses and brutal pace was making your head spin. Too overwhelmed to answer, you just clutched onto his shoulders tighter, crying out every time his skin brushed against your puffy, overstimulated clit. It was painful. It was overwhelming. It felt so fucking good.

“Hush, mein schatz,” he coaxed, holding you closer as you clenched around his cock, babbling incoherently as he fucked up into you. “You’re doing so good, I promise.”

The answer was two. Two more earth-shattering orgasms before he finally went soft, coming inside of you twice before either (1), his dick just gave out, or (2), the poison wore off. Either way, by the end of it, you were exhausted and fucked out, still recovering from your cock-drunk state as he cleaned you up.

“I’m sorry, maus,” he apologized, sounding genuinely remorseful as he gently wiped your soaked thighs with a clean cloth he had found in the room. “I’m so sorry, I don’t—I don’t know what came over me.”

“Drugs,” you supplied, staring at the ceiling in exhaustion. “Really bad drugs.”

“Yes, drugs,” he agreed, carefully mopping your folds as you sighed. “But still—I am sorry. I was…overzealous. I hope I did not hurt you too bad.”

“I’ll be a little sore,” you admitted, glancing at the bruises his fingers had left on your waist and hips. “But I’ll be fine, trust me.”

He sighed, somehow managing to look resigned even with the sniper hood. “I should not have been so hard on you. I’m sorry.”

“Honestly?” you murmured, blinking at him sleepily. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

He froze for a moment. “What?” 

“Not that I’ve had a lot of sex,” you said quickly. “But still, that was the best I’ve ever had. Probably will ever have, now that I think about it. You must be very experienced. Oh God, I should not have said that out loud. I am—I am so sorry.”

Even with his sniper hood on, you could tell he was blushing. “Oh, um—it’s okay, maus.” You could hear the shyness in his voice. “I do not consider that to be my best performance, but I will take it as a compliment.”

“Your best performance?” You stared at him, mind running through everything that had just happened. You’d had sex before, but that—that was a whole ass experience. You’d never even dreamed about anything that good. “Christ, what’s your best performance, then?”

“Well,” he replied, sliding your soaked underwear back up your legs for you, “I would have taken you out on a date first, at the very least. That would be the proper way to court you.”

“Court me?” you repeated, sitting up straight. “I didn’t know you were so well-mannered, König.”

He looked away from you, shifting awkwardly from his spot on the floor. “I try to be courteous before sticking my dick in people.”

It took you a moment to realize he was joking, and you laughed—actually really laughed out loud. His awkward humor was charming you, and you felt warmth swell in your chest as you listened to him speak. You grinned at him, his eyes crinkling in a smile back.

König still smiled, but a hint of sadness pervaded his gaze. “Ah, schatz.” He hesitated. “I would have liked to make love to you,” he sighed, “but I did not imagine these would be the circumstances. I was hoping to take you on a date first, get to know you better.”

“You wanted to what?” Your eyes widened, and you blinked in confusion. “But…I thought you didn’t like me.”

König practically jolted in place. It was like you’d electrocuted him. He stared at you. “Why would you ever think that?”

“You talk to everyone but me,” you said softly. “I thought you didn’t trust me. Thought you hated me.”

“Hated—?” He shook his head vigorously. “No, I wanted to speak to you. You just…made me nervous. The others do not.”

“I made you nervous?” The words fell from your lips with shock, your eyebrows furrowing. “How would I—how did I ever make you nervous? You’re like three times the size of me!”

König shrugged, sheepish. “You’re very pretty. And you seemed…kind, and well-connected with the others. I have trouble finding that connection. I didn’t want to say the wrong thing to you and fuck it up.”

“So you said nothing at all.” You were quiet for a moment, turning over the information in your mind. “Wow. I was way off.”

“Yes,” he agreed, “but it is okay. I’m sorry for making you think I disliked you, schatz.”

“It’s okay,” you chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. You ran a hand through your hair, beyond shocked at everything happening. You couldn’t believe you’d fucked your colleague, the one you’d had a crush on for who knows long, and also discovered that he didn’t, in fact, hate you. “At least I know now.”

“Next time, I will be better,” König vowed, helping you tug on your pants. “More gentle. I will do things right, I promise.”

“Next time?” You hesitated, biting your lip. “There will be a next time?”

“Of course there will,” he answered, adjusting his tactical gloves. “Did you not hear what I said earlier?”

“Um…which one?” He’d said a lot of things earlier.

He helped you to your feet, towering over you as he cupped his large hand under your jaw. Your heart stopped in your chest as you looked up into his eyes, his large frame dwarfing yours beyond comparison. “Du bist mein schatz, ja?” he repeated, gloved thumb tracing over your bottom lip. His very soul seemed to ooze confidence. “That’s what I said, no?’

With the way he was making you feel right now, you didn’t think it was even possible to say the word no. “Y-yes,” you stammered, adoration clear in your eyes as you gazed up at him.

He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “So there will be a next time. Unless, of course, you don’t want to.”

“N-no, no, no, I definitely want!” you said quickly. You stumbled over your words in your eagerness, and your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “I would like that a lot.”

“Good,” he said, patting the top of your head. Normally, you’d be furious at such an action, but considering his height, it seemed more practical than condescending. “Now come, schatz,” he said, adjusting his vest. “Time to deny everything to the rest of the team.”

Oh, fuck. You sighed. “Yeah…I forgot about that.”

#konig smut #konig x reader #konig call of duty #konig mw2 #konig cod #smut #cod smut #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #task force 141 #kortac #cod konig #cod horangi #simon ghost riley #konig x you #sex pollen #i should go to bed #this is deeply shameful #what is it with guys in masks being so attractive #should we really romanticize homicidal men #because i would any day they're so bbg #i would do anything for this man #can you tell i'm obsessed #author is foaming at the mouth

[yanderenightmare]

TW: NSFW, dubcon/noncon, light bondage, size difference, fisting, squirting, anal

fem reader

You lay curled up on your side. The sheets beneath you were damp from your sweat. Even your bonds had gone wet where they held your arms together behind you – clammy against your back.

You're chilly, dewy from head to toe, lying naked in the cool bedroom air – or maybe it was just a fever – you didn’t know anymore. Either way, you shivered, indulging weak sniffles while sucking your pink ballgag as he fucks your ass only in heavy strokes, hitting you deep.

His toasty paw rubbed your hip, holding you steady while his other fist kept warm and wet, lodged inside your tight quivering cunt.

You squirt but offer little more than a tired moan, nomming your ball with a cry. It wasn’t the first time tonight, but it was still all so embarrassing – tears slipped from your eyes as your toes curled in the strangling onslaught of pleasure. The toll had become painful a while ago.

He found it so endearing, though – and he made sure to let you know it. “Good girl~” He praised, voice old and rugged, cooing at you while shuffling his digits in the loose fist he had propping you – feeling you suckle his scarred knuckles, followed by the surge of warm liquid rushing past the gaps.

Clenching his hand, he helped shake it all out in warm spurts around his wrist where you were enclosed – wetting the sheets with clear stains along other drying blotches from earlier. 

His cock is fat like an industrial metal pipe and just as hard. He has to keep your ass in check with a firm hand holding you in place in order to ever breach the tiny hole. After several hours of nesting inside you, slowly but surely, it’s finally stretched into a sweet gaping opening fit for a quicker pounding.

He sets the new pace – still slow but so overwhelming you croaked around your gag with drool running down your chin.

“To think you were fighting me this morning…” He chuckled warmly, swinging his hefty weight against your ass, nestling himself deep and only ever pulling out halfway, clapping his big set of balls against your soft tush. “You're not satisfied unless all your holes are being spoiled, hm, sweet Princess?”

You’re scared, but you’re weak and can only nod in agreement, squeezing on both of the limbs he had stretching you out while suckling the substitute you had in your mouth.

“Mmh, my little brat… You can be so nice and sweet when you want to.” He hummed in a deep rumble, cupping your cheek and jaw with gruff fingers and lifting your sorry head to look up at him. “You just need a little reminder every now and again~ but deep inside, you know all your little holes are mine, don’t you, Baby?” He cooed firmly, stroking your cheek tenderly with a worn thumb – his soft smile more a display of authority than kindness while his fingertips dipped into the chub of your face. “Who does this little face-fucking hole belong to, hm?” He asked, still with a gentle tenderness on his face while looking down at you. 

You couldn’t answer, but your eyes screamed surrender in turn of your gagged mouth – looking so humbled it made his balls clench – such big teary eyes with that terribly adorable curl between your brows – begging for his mercy.

Lolling his hips forward to nestle deep into your ass, he sighed in contentment. “And this, Baby? Hm~” He purred, sliding his paw from your hip down to grip your butt, giving the plush a firm squeeze before posing the rest of the question. “Who’s little cock-hugging hole is this, hm?”

His heavy balls nudged tight against your soft fat, with his entire length buried down to the hilt – so deep and big it made your back bend. 

He rumbled with a deep chuckle at the sight, amused when feeling you sweetly squeeze on his thick shaft in answer. 

It was humiliating. Lying beneath his patronizing leer, hands tied with a gagged mouth, unable to make any sounds other than soft mewling as he kept having his way with your smaller weaker body.

“What about this?” He continued, now with his fist, gently pumping your stretched pussy, making you press your thighs even tighter together. “Who owns this wittle baby-making hole, hm?”

You gave a whine, cumming – flushing with shivers as the umpteenth orgasm took you. Hot and cold in flashes and riddled with sweatdrops – dewy-cheeked while panting around your ball as dulled and misty eyes slowly blinked with teary lashes. Belly pulsing around the big bulges stuffing you up so full you felt close to bursting. 

“That’s right~ they’re all mine, aren’t they, Baby? They belong to Daddy.” He wooed softly, smiling at how cute you were now, moaning out a feeble agreeing hum, pliantly nodding your head in his palm as he kept sinking in and out of that soft squelching hole that no longer fought him – sweet and housebroken – only obediently submitting to his size, lovingly hugging the shaft as though you never ever wanted him to take it out again.

BNHA – Bakugou, Deku, Kirishima, Enji, Aizawa

JJK – Nanami, Geto, Toji, Kenjaku

AOT – Erwin, Zeke

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere smut #yancore #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #jjk smut #bnha smut #yandere bnha #mha smut #my hero smut #yandere demon slayer #yandere csm #yandere aot

[andypantsx3]

part ii of the dragon shouto au : prequel + part i warnings: unedited lol, afab implied fem reader, possessive dragon boyfriend shouto, unrealistically excellent first time, 18+ minors please dni!!

the thing about having a human-shaped shouto on your hands was that he didn't quite seem to understand humans did things differently than dragons.

where before you'd cuddle up against shouto in his dragon form and spend the night insulated under his thick leathery wings, or let him rest his head in your lap as you absently stroked his scales—those things took on an entirely different connotation when you thought about performing them with a human man.

particularly a human man who looked like shouto.

shouto did not appreciate the distinction.

"i am yours and you are mine," he said simply, the third night after he'd transformed.

you'd tried to take him home, at first, unclear about what to do with an entire human man on your hands, but had quickly realized this unwise.

your parents, ordinarily traditional and fussy, had been floored by the audacity of your bringing a man home still unwed. but they had kept their distance once shouto's pupils went slitted, and a familiar guttural noise tore out of him when they attempted to remove you from him, not-quite-human-teeth snapping.

it was exactly as it had been when you'd brought him home as a child, and he a lizard the size of a fat cat. he'd staked an unmistakable claim on you, and any hand that got between you two would be severed.

so you'd taken shouto back out into the field where he'd transformed, in the interest of keeping your family home intact. you'd lit a fire again, camping out with him over night, trying to keep your distance and failing.

"it's different with humans," you said, freezing when shouto's head suddenly appeared in your lap. he looked up at you expectantly, those blue and grey eyes searching your face, a tiny frown on his lovely mouth.

"it is not different. you are mine in any form," he said. a large, elegant-fingered hand caught yours, guiding your hand up to his hair.

you laughed despite yourself, his insistence on being pet all too familiar in any form as well. carefully, you stroked your fingers through the red and white strands, marveling at their silky softness. shouto's eyes slipped closed and he let out a contented huff, long eyelashes sweeping the tops of his cheeks.

your face heated. he was very beautiful.

"in human custom, i can only belong to one man," you said to shouto, unable to keep the dismay from your voice.

you did not want to take a husband, and it would be all the more difficult now that the entire village had seen human shouto trailing after you the last few days, following you as he always did in his dragon form. except now they had all seen very human, very male hands on you, had seen how closely shouto shadowed you, as if your body was an extension of his own, and no space was needed between you.

you knew there was already talk.

"i am one man," shouto rumbled, turning his face into your stomach. something fluttery jumped in your stomach as the feeling of his soft exhalation over your hip bone.

"i meant a husband, shouto," you said. "i am obliged to take a husband."

shouto was quiet a moment, before another slow, hot breath warmed the fabric of your shirt. "you said i was the only boy for you."

something lightning hot raced up your spine, embarrassment mixed with the thrill of the implication. you looked into the fire for something to do with your attention, watching the flames lick over the logs.

"i said that when you were a dragon," you hissed, your ears prickling with heat. "i didn't mean you would be my husband."

a strong arm wound its way around your waist, pulling you that much closer to shouto, locking you against him. a fiery blue eye cracked open, fixing on you with inhuman intensity. the pupil looked a little slitted in the firelight, and you swallowed in apprehension.

"i am yours and you are mine. if that means i am to be your husband then i will be," shouto said with unmistakable decisiveness.

the thing in your stomach fluttered again, and your thighs shifted beneath shouto's head. his other hand gripped the flesh above your knee, holding you in place.

you choked, your hands freezing in shouto's mop of white-and-scarlet hair. "you don't know what that means."

his hands tightened on you. "i have lived among your people nearly as long as you have. i am not unfamiliar with human custom."

your face burned, words slipping out of your reach. did he really understand what he was saying here? you'd known he'd long understood you, but it had never been clearly exactly how much his dragon brain was processing. but now...

"but you can't—if you know what it means—shouto, you can't—"

a hot mouth met the skin of your stomach, just under your shirt, and the words choked off in your throat. a slow, careful nip to your skin made you freeze.

"i will be your husband and you will be mine," he purred, his voice slightly muffled against your skin. his mouth dragged over your hip.

your hand fisted in his hair, gripping on for purchase. shouto did not seem to mind, his mouth mapping the edge of your stomach, your hip, the waistline of your unladylike trousers.

a shaky breath escaped you. "there are parts of a human union, though, shouto, that i'm not sure you, um, quite understand."

the hand at your knee slid up your thigh as the hand at your back disappeared, reappearing at your hip, pulling the waist of your pants a little lower.

"i understand," shouto replied, his mouth meeting the newly exposed strip of skin above your pelvis. it was only his grip on you, the weight of him across your legs that kept you from jumping a mile into the air. "i have taken this form for that reason."

words failed you, their meanings slipping right out of your mind as shouto's mouth moved painfully gently and deliberately lower and lower.

"ah, shouto—" you managed.

shouto hummed, and you felt his eyelashes flutter against the skin of your stomach, though most of his face was obscured by the fall of your shirt.

"you smell like mine," he rumbled into your skin, sounding altogether too pleased. "i will make it so. i will keep you and care for you as you have kept and cared for me."

another trembling breath quivered in your lungs before you found yourself flat on your back on the ground. shouto had somehow managed to keep himself beneath your shirt, only this time his mouth met the underside of your chest bindings.

"you like it," his voice sounded wondering where it issued from beneath your shirt. you'd have found it comical if not for what he was saying. "you like this form—i can smell it."

his weight moved on your legs, shifting into the cradle of your thighs. he was so warm and broad over you, hot as fire even though the shirt and trousers you'd managed to wrangle him into.

you did not like being laid so bare, but shouto was your oldest friend, and your attention was rapidly being subsumed not by his words but by the feeling of your chest bindings coming undone under your shirt.

"shouto—you are, um, of course very handsome," you said, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders. you thought you should push him away to have this conversation from a safer distance, but your arms were barren of the strength to do so, instead clutching him closer. "but you've only been a man for a couple of days. what if there are other women who—oh—oh!"

a hot mouth closed over your left nipple, soft but firm as if in reprimand. "there are no other women. there is only you."

a hot tongue, a little longer than you thought might be normal, laved over the peak. your hips pressed up into shouto without your say so, hands gripping the fabric of his shirt. he was doing a little too well under there.

"sho—shouto," you said when he found the other breast, long fingers pulling your bindings down to expose it to him. you'd never had a man's mouth on you before, except for the kiss shouto had given you upon first transforming.

the feeling was mind-numbingly good, and suddenly the idea of a husband—of shouto as your husband—was altogether too appealing, if this is what it was going to be like.

your hips shifted into him again, and you felt his rumbling purr in the meat of your breast.

"my treasure. mine." shouto said when he finally seemed satisfied with the attention he'd lavished on your breasts.

he pulled himself back out of your shirt, leaning in to take your mouth instead as he laid himself out over you. you could feel something firm and insistent press against your inner thigh, hot and hard and unmistakable.

shivers crawled up your skin, little frissons of pleasure.

"say you will be mine," shouto puffed against your mouth, his hands already yanking at your trousers. "please say you will be mine."

he was so handsome over you, your most steadfast friend wearing the most beautiful face you had ever seen, new to you and yet so undeniably familiar, somehow. the sight of him settled that feeling inside you you'd had your entire life, the feeling that the thing you were meant for was just out of reach, just beyond the next corner.

he looked like everything you were meant for—everything that was meant for you.

feeling strangely squirmish and shy, you managed an answer. "i always have been."

a heartbreakingly beautiful grin swept over shouto's mouth, a sweet half-moon. his pupils were unmistakably slitted, his two-toned eyes looking just as they did in his dragon form.

in a few shift movements shouto had you both divested of your trousers, and was pressing slowly, carefully inside you.

the feeling was strange, foreign. but with shouto over you, the weight of him holding you down kept you grounded, and soft kisses to your neck and shoulder kept you just distracted enough as he slid home inside of you.

you felt full in a way you'd never imagined, physically and otherwise. your nerves sparked to life when two of shouto's fingers found their way to where you connected, pressing firmly over your clit. a shivery moan escaped you, and shouto's mouth clamped down lightly over your shoulder.

"mine, mine, mine," he groaned into your skin, flexing his hips. the slide of him inside you was better than you'd known it would be, especially when he cupped the small of your back, pulling you into him at an angle.

between his fingers on your clit, rubbing little insistent circles, and the press of him inside of you, you quickly grew frantic, returning his thrusts with eager motions of your own hips, reveling in the way it sent sparks skittering up all your nerve endings.

your liked the way your breasts pressed into his chest, the firm way he held you to him, the bruises he was sucking into the skin of your neck. talented fingers pinched carefully at your clit, a slurry of sensation.

he seemed determined to work you up, hard and fast, and he was succeeding. you felt like pudding in his hands, melting, dripping, hot over his fingers. every single one of his movements seemed calculated to drive you insane, drive you to writhe against him harder, more desperately.

in no time at all you were gasping his name into the cool night air, chasing the release of an unfamiliar pressure.

"let go, love," shouto said, kissing your mouth again. "let go and be mine."

you nodded, words failing you as something inside of you snapped and a tidal wave of pleasure crashed into you, sweeping away all thought. shouto fucked you right through it, his groans rumbling into growls, full-throated and deep. the slide of him inside you became almost too much and you squirmed underneath him, but couldn't bring yourself to want it to stop.

shouto's thrusts grew faster, messier. you heard his fingers rake the ground at the side of your head as he finally came too, his slender hips grinding into your thigh as he spilled inside of you. he went rigid over you, huffing your name, until finally he relaxed into you, his hard body pinning you to the ground.

"this will be an interesting conversation to have," you said some minutes later, when both of you had settled. your hands found their way into shouto's hair again and he pressed up into them like a pleased tomcat.

"there will be no question now. you are my mate, and i am your husband," shouto said, sounding smug. his eyes were closed but you thought they would be glittering with pleasure if they were open.

"we'll still need to do the human ceremony," you said. "but i can't imagine anyone could stop us."

shouto all but purred. "i will eat them if they try."

you laughed, yanking on his hair. "you will do no such thing."

"then i will fly you off to the nearest cave and mate you so thoroughly no questions could ever be asked," he said instead. "there will be no doubt you are mine."

your thighs clenched involuntarily around his hips, and you could tell by the flutter of his long lashes that he was suppressing a smug expression.

"maybe for the honeymoon," you allowed, trying not to sound too interested.

but shouto was your oldest friend and you were learning he'd long known everything about you. "definitely for the honeymoon," he decided, shifting to pull you into the circle of his arms, tucked safely into his side.

you settled into his embrace, feeling truly content for the first time in your life, certain of the one thing shouto had been insisting this whole time.

you were his, and he was yours. always.

#shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki shouto smut #shoto x reader #character: todoroki shouto #dragon shouto au

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Oh, To Be A Harbinger

Pairings: Various Fatui grunts x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, harbinger!reader, sub/bottom characters, power play, free use, groping, blowjob (Mirror Maiden), choking (Agent), fingering, rough sex, eating out, use of the terms 'whore, slut, good boy/girl, sir'

Genre/Format: Smut; Scenarios

Author's Note: Please tell me that I'm not the only person who's insanely horny for the Fatui enemies...? They're all so incredibly gorgeous and submissive and breedable 😳

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

Most harbingers were known for something; some niche or expertise that they so proudly flaunt as if it were a trophy. You were a bit different, however. On the surface, you appeared to be 'the sweet one.' All of the others saw their subordinates as just that; subordinates. Pawns to do their menial work, at their beck and call 24/7

But not you. No, no, no, you were the harbinger that cared. You were the one to learn all of your subordinates' names and memorize them, casually chatting with all of them and helping them at times. People were always begging to be transferred to work under you, pleading with the Tsaritsa on their hands and knees. She never understood what got into them. Was being treated with kindness really all it took to gain complete submission from a person?

On the outside, everything was innocent. Your subordinates were called into your office and left ten minutes to several hours later with a smile. But those that were under your command knew the truth. Their hushed whispers reached the ears of harbingers and their subordinates alike

The truth is...

The truth is, your subordinates signed contracts to become your free use sluts. Not every single one, necessarily, but once the word spread about how good the sex was (and the aftercare), more contracts were eventually signed as you amassed a harem

-

The tiny electro cicin mage yelped when you harshly yanked her panties to the side, pushing your fingers into her wet hole immediately. She didn't expect to run into her boss on this particular patrol...and she was super embarrassed when you caught her stroking a finger over the panties of her uniform, gasping her boss's name as a dark spot grew on the clothing

Mewls of shame and pleasure slipped from her mouth while you sunk in deeper, knuckle deep in her pussy and scissoring your digits. The contrast of your slow fingering and the way you furiously rubbed her clit caused her to cum so fast. Her knees buckled as the slick ran down her plush thighs, apologizing for cumming without permission. “I-I'm so sorry, s-sir...I didn't mean to...just felt so good...”

Without a word, you grabbed the eager lady's ass and pulled her forward, causing her to stumble a bit. An even deeper blush spread across her cheeks when she noticed that your lips were brushing against her little pussy, as it was hovering just above your face. She opened her mouth to question you but immediately moaned instead, rolling her hips and scrambling to grab your shoulders or hair, anything to support herself while your mouth latched onto her heat

A shrill cry pierced your ears as you ripped a second orgasm from the poor girl. Her cry transitioned into panting and broken begging when you didn't stop after she came, licking her cunt just as vigorously as before while her juices flowed out

You reached an arm up to grab one of her cute tits and squeezed while your tongue worked even deeper inside of her pussy. The overstimulation caused the little thing to actually cry, staining the inside of her mask with salty tears

-

Dragonspine was known to be a harsh environment to traverse, though not quite as harsh as you were going to be with the beautiful Fatui agent that was on patrol just to the right of the snowy peak

A knife pressed against the fragile flesh of your throat as you accidentally startled your grunt, who was extremely quick to stammer out a profuse apology. “Please forgive me, sir! I-I thought– I thought you were one of those annoying adventurers f-from the Guild...” The man explained, “They've been all over me as of late...”

A single scoff was the only sound that came from you as you pushed the agent up against a rather large tree trunk. He was caged in by your larger form, a realization that caused him to tremble. The next thing that the agent knew, your firm grip wrapped around his windpipe, squeezing all of the air out of his lungs while you used his own knife to cut the man's trousers open

The sounds of the grunt's wheezing and the sloppy wet sounds of your dick fucking into his ass were loudly echoing around the area. You had lifted the agent off of the ground a bit by his neck, pinning him to the tree while you took out your frustrations (mild annoyance) on him

Multiple loads were emptied within the man's walls and promptly fucked deeper inside of him until you were satisfied with your work. Releasing your grip and letting the fucked out slut fall onto the grass, coughing and sucking in sharp breaths

Crouching down to his level, you tilted your subordinate's head up until he met your eyes. Two simple words elicited a pitiful whimper from him: “Good boy~”

-

Pacing along the soft sands of Nazuchi beach, a mirror maiden was enjoying the serene sounds of the salt water and gentle breeze when her acute sense of hearing caught something else—

“I heard you”

You let out a soft chuckle before putting your hands in the air jokingly, “Ya got me. I hope I didn't startle you too much, darling.” Immediately, the maiden's posture straightened up at the sound of your voice. She apologized for acting hostile as she had no clue who had approached her, erring on the side of caution since there had been quite a few attacks around the beach as of late

“No, no– It's my bad. I should have remembered your crazy good ears. I just–” You began, pausing for a second. Then suddenly your voice went from being several feet in front of the maiden to being directly in her sensitive ear

“–Wanted to see you for a bit, baby. I knew you'd be alone today and I um...I need a little something from you~ ” You purred, pulling the slender woman against your chest while trailing wet kisses all along her neck

The unprepared maiden spent the next hour or two bracing herself against a nearby rock while you pulled her white dress up and penetrated her fat ass. Her pussy dripped with desire while you used her ass as a personal fleshlight, groping her big tits and grunting in her delicate ears because you knew how much she loved it when you took advantage of her impressive sense of hearing

Every thrust inside of her tight hole caused the fat of her cheeks and breasts to bounce and jiggle. The maiden futilely begged for you to use her pussy too, but you had already decided that you were going to deny her that privilege today. Opting for violating her other holes and fucking her breasts if you so desired

Once you had pumped a load into her ass, you spun the woman around and pushed her onto her knees, smacking your wet cock against her cheek. The whore's mouth was the next thing to get pounded as you forced your entire length down her warm throat until it pushed you over the edge again. Your second load poured directly into her stomach since your dick was so far down her throat; poor thing didn't even get a taste of your seed this time...

-

One time, a fellow harbinger caught you railing one of your subordinates inside of your office

A cute cryo cicin mage was bent over your desk, clutching scattered papers in her nimble hands as your fat cock drilled into her sopping cunt. Wet plap plap sounds were the only thing that the other harbinger could hear — besides the mage's shrill moaning and you groaning — as your fingers curled in her hair and pulled the little thing's head up to meet their shocked face

“Soooo...”

“Either get in here and lock the door or get the fuck out.” You spat, not once slowing down or interrupting your rhythm. The harbinger stepped in somewhat reluctantly. This isn't exactly something that they expected to see...and yet, they found themselves growing hard/wet by the second. Instinctually cupping their groin as a choked moan tried to slip through

“Take that fucking cock, babygirl. Yeah, riiiiight there~ ” You drawled, angling your thrusts so that you were pounding against her sweet spot, pulling all sorts of adorable noises from the sweet mage

Your fellow harbinger couldn't stop their hips from rocking into their touch while they stroked their dick/rubbed their pussy. Not wanting to admit that the sight of their coworker fucking some grunt was actually turning them on. Though it was extremely obvious to you

Speeding up your hips, your thrusts became a bit sloppy as your climax drew closer– Railing the mage harder and causing her ass to turn pink from how hard you were slamming against her until–

“Gooood girl~ ” You growled while spilling inside of your little subordinate. Staring directly into the other harbinger's eyes while your cum painted the mage's walls white

Your coworker couldn't prevent the breathless noise that escaped from their parted lips, flitting their gaze down to your creamy cock when you pulled out of the small lady

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#my writing #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact #fatui #fatui x reader #cicin mage #mirror maiden #fatui agent #harbinger x reader #<- at the end #harbinger reader #male reader #dom reader #top reader #sub character #oneshot

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Is This A Thing?

Remus Lupin x fem!reader [1.5K] that inbetween stage of being friends and something more, soft, fluffy stuff that your friends start to notice.

“I’m starting to think you like her more than me, Moony.”

Remus snorted, an amused huff that stirred the baby hairs on your forehead. He ignored Sirius, leaning further into the squishy armchair, taking you with him. You squirmed, just a little, resettling into him, your legs curled up between the space he’d made for you between his knees, his chin resting on your head. 

You were both reading, or rather, you were trying to. Remus smelled too nice, clean and fresh like new linen, a touch of spearmint, lemongrass and sage. He had his own book propped against the armrest, held open with one hand whilst the other sat over your stomach. It was innocent enough, palms kept away from your bare skin by a Gryffindor sweater, a shirt underneath it. But you still felt the heavy weight of his touch and it was enough to make you read the same line about the side effects of gillyweed three times over. 

“You don’t let me sit with you like that,” Sirius continued, his tone sticky soft and teasing, lips pushed into a pout that made you laugh. “Is it ‘cause I beat you at chess the other day?”

It was true. As close as the boys were, Remus tended to linger on the outside of James and Sirius’ affectionate dog piles, pulling away first when they hugged, avoiding their childish play fights with rolling eyes and a fond grin. It was different with you though. Always had been. An ache to be close, to touch, to feel. Eventually it became inevitable and you didn’t question it anymore, not when Remus was so eager to pull you into his space and keep you there for as long as you were happy. 

James was shaking his head, cross legged on one of the many rugs that overlapped the common room with a smirk on his lips and several pages of crumpled parchment around him. “I don’t think that’s the reason, Pads.”

You were too warm all of a sudden, but doing nothing to stop their teasing as you pushed yourself closer to Remus, hoping you could hide your flushed face between your book and his chest.  

“M’not sure,” Sirius went on, drawling. He was hanging upside down off of the armchair closest to the fire, his head lolling back off the side, black hair dripping to the floor, the small hooped earring he’d pinched from your dress catching the firelight. “He’s an awfully sore loser, you know.”

Remus huffed but stayed silent, ignoring his friend to the best of his ability. His hand shifted, an attempt to keep you close, moving from your tummy to your side, fingers sneaking under the hem of your uniform to stroke a path of heat over bare skin. He bent his head closer to yours, as if your book was more interesting than his own. 

Sirius didn’t notice, suddenly too busy making eyes at a girl across the common room, a seventh year student that seemed just as interested in him. But James was letting his gaze linger on the touch, as innocent as it seemed, eyes flickering to his friend, wondering if Remus was brave enough to meet his stare, his raised brows, his knowing grin. 

He wasn’t. Remus slumped down into the chair further, avoiding any eye contact that would confirm what James was thinking. 

Is this new or have I just not noticed? Is this finally happening? Do we need to talk about this later?

“Anyway,” Sirius returned to the conversation, now upright and slipping a piece of parchment that he caught out of the air into his pocket, the ink still wet and holding the location of whatever meeting place the girl had sent him. “Like I was saying. Am I not your favourite, Remus?”

“You’ve never been my favourite,” Remus grumbled and you held back a grin, not wanting Sirius to start on you. 

“Rude.”

“You’re a pest.” Remus retorted lazily. 

Sirius gasped, all faux dramatic and scandalous, as if his friend had done the utmost to offend him. But it quietened him for a little bit, maybe a good three minutes or so, chewing on the end of his quill - no, your quill - before he spoke again. 

“Is this a thing now?” He gestured to the two of you, your thighs resting against Remus’ knees, his socked foot pushed to yours. The boy’s dark eyes glittered, interested, amused. “Should I look out my dress robes? Have the talk with you, Moony? I’m not ready to be an uncle, you know—”

“My god, Sirius, do you ever shut up?” Remus was scarlet cheeked and frowning, doing his best to hide the way he was flushed behind your head. He’d snatched his hand away from your side, like you’d burned him and the action was enough to leave you unsure. 

Is this a thing now? Is this a thing now? Is this a thing now? 

You swallowed hard, moving from the space between Remus’ legs and standing, doing your best to pretend to yawn and stretch, your foot kicking away James’ failed attempts at his potions essay. You didn’t see, but Remus was glaring at his friend. 

“Well. I’m off to bed,” you mumbled, book clasped tightly to your chest, page lost. It was barely past eight o’clock. “Night, boys.”

Sirius looked contrite as he watched you go, receiving a smack on the back of his head from James and his stack of papers, and as you made your way up the steps towards your dormitory, you heard the explosion of voices behind you. An argument ensued, Remus’ voice at the forefront despite how hushed it was, low and annoyed and aimed at Sirius. 

You wondered what he’d say, what explanation he’d give. Because you certainly weren’t anything, not that you’d spoken about, anyway. You were lingering in between friends and something more, sitting on the edge of a declaration, maybe not quite love, but definitely more than a crush. You’d spent too long looking at Remus Lupin differently from the other boys now, too many years hoping he’d sit closer, hug you longer. 

And he did. You noticed. You knew. You were sure he did too, ‘cause his gaze held something more now and as the months passed and you both got older - and more impatient - he got braver too. He pulled you over his lap, let his hands linger on bare skin in the warmer months, let you trace the scars he got each full moon and you were always an inch or two away from kissing them better. You wondered if he’d let you. You wondered if he’d be bold enough to ask for it first. 

Before you could close your door, your dorm room lit by candle light, a hand caught the wooden planks and you startled, opening it fully to find Remus standing there looking sheepish. His shirt was creased from where you’d been leaning on him, his cheeks still rosy from whatever sharp words he’d aimed at his friend downstairs. 

“Hi,” he breathed out, chest heaving a little like he’d run all the way up to catch you. 

He had. 

“Hi,” you whispered back, wondering where this was going, why he was here, too aware of your empty dorm and your empty bed behind you. 

“I’m sorry,” Remus began, gesturing vaguely behind him. “About him. Sirius. He’s a— well, he’s a prat.”

You snorted, an amused noise that was far from ladylike but it made the corners of Remus’ frown pick up and he was grinning, relieved that you didn’t seem to be too upset. “You say that as if I’m not already aware,” you replied. “I learned to ignore Sirius Black years ago, Remus. You don’t have to apologise for him.”

Remus shuffled awkwardly, one hand carding through his already messy hair as he worked up the courage to say what he wanted. You watched him swallow, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat and suddenly, it felt momentous, like there was a spell lingering in the air, like it was only you and Remus in the castle despite the way you could still hear James telling Sirius off in the common room below. 

“He was right though. Pads,” Remus clarified and he was frowning a little, stumbling over each sentence like it was too hard to speak. “For once. I do like you more than him.”

Another beat of silence, shy, soft. You could feel the air shift, your heart thunder. 

Remus leaned against the wall, the cool bricks doing nothing to settle the flush across his face and neck. But still, he spoke, quiet and measured, eyes pinned on you like he wanted you to know how brave he was being, how much he meant the words he said. You could still feel his touch from before, four fingertips trailing over your side, the bare skin over the dip in your waist, the way his thumb joined in and pressed nicely against your ribs. 

You felt dizzy. 

“I think— I think I like you most,” Remus nodded, failing to look serious as a smile broke over his face, full lips lifting into a nervous sort of smile. “More than anyone else, really.”

“Anyone?” You think you whispered it, but Remus heard, smile growing. 

“Everyone,” he agreed.  

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[bwabys-scenarios]

Hihi! Just wanted to say I absolutely LOVE your works esp the kurapika ones

Soo basically they take the reader out shopping specifically for undergarments and someone just so happens to walk in while they’re changing? Maybe w the phantom troupe + kurapika?

Panties and such(NSFW)

!!REPOSTS APPRECIATED!!

A/N: I’m going to assume you mean that the character walks in on reader, but if you meant a random person, sorry 😭🙏 also I’m only doing a two from the phantom troupe, doing all of them is just too much. I’ll do a part two if enough people want it, though! 🫡 REQUESTS OPEN! JOIN MY SERVER

characters: Kurapika, Chrollo, Feitan

warnings: creampie, reader wears lingerie, semi-public sex in Kurapika’s

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Kurapika

-you brought up the fact you wanted new panties, and he nodded along before processing what you said.

-“d-did you say… panties? As in… underwear?”

-a little flustered, but he insists on taking you, and paying for whatever you want.

-he brings you to a lingerie store, pouting when everyone assumes he’s a woman. that does work in his favor tho

-he keeps bringing you different sets of lingerie to try on, and he’s starting to get horny imagining you in each pair.

-eventually he pushes himself inside the dressing room, eyes going wide and cock hardening in his pants when he sees you pulling up a pair of lacy panties.

-he pushes them to the side, slipping his cock into you and pushing you up against the wall. “s-so pretty, angel…”

-you leave the store with several new sets of lingerie… some of them a bit… sticky…

Chrollo

-he’s the one that suggested it.

-“my love, it seems you don’t have much lingerie. You know how I’d just love to see you covered in lace, don’t you?”

-he takes you to the most well known, expensive lingerie store in the area.

-he’s a bit picky, and takes forever choosing what options for you to try on. He settled on mostly black lingerie, with a few pink and red sets… and one white one, with little angel wings on the top.

-Chrollo helps you into each set, his fingers gently tracing your figure. “Just gorgeous… oh my love, you look like an angel sent from above.”

-he’s quick to purchase every set you try on, and soon as you get home he’s on top of you, his teeth nipping at your jaw as his cock sinks into you.

-“that’s my pretty girl, so good for me…”

-he takes you out for dinner later that night, insisting you wear the lingerie he fucked you in. You spend the entire dinner feeling his cum oozing out of you, embarrassed as he stares at you with utter love and adoration.

Feitan

-“Bras? Don’t care about that. Steal it if want it.”

-that’s usually how it went when you asked Feitan to go shopping with you for anything. Either he’d say he didn’t care, or he’d offer to just steal it for you.

-so that’s how you ended up following him to the lingerie store in the middle of the night. He easily broke in, guiding you by the hand through the dark store until the two of you reached the lingerie.

-“okay. Pick your favorite.”

-you huffed at him, looking through the selection. “I’ve gotta try it on first…”

-you stripped, and this got Feitan excited enough… but he started stroking himself when you pulled on a pair of lacy panties.

-he continued to jerk off to you, until you caught him in the mirror.

-“F-Fei!”

-you blushed, but felt strangely flattered… “I’ll take care of it…”

-you sat in front of him, leaning down to take his cock in your mouth. “F-fuck…”

-seeing your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, your ass perched in the air was enough to have him cumming in no time.

-he helped carry home as many sets of lingerie as you wanted… maybe he liked seeing you like that more than he thought.

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[itsmealaiah]

i keep losing my goddamn requests by not saving drafts 😐

Can't get enough

anyways, here's the request for this fic: facesitting w/ 2015 tom! yay 😏 😈

tags/ warnings: head (f receiving), begging, cursing, slight fingering, dacryphilia, slut-shaming

MDNI ⚠️

pairing: 2015 tom x fem

Your POV:

My hands were tightening around the headboard every second, and I was nearly ready to black out. I had been trying to process the extreme pleasure, my body trembling as tom continued to slip his tongue in and out, my face contorting to match the sensation each time. He had been holding my thighs down for a good forty-five minutes, not letting me even think about moving from his rough grip. Marks from his large, veiny hands consumed my legs, all around my upper thighs to my core. I was almost positive I couldn't take anymore, and began to squirm from his hold on me.

He stopped sucking for a second, and pulled his head up to gaze into my eyes. "be a good little slut, and stay still" He growled, lips diving to my soft flesh once again. "Ngh, please..please stop" I sobbed, trying to tear his head away from me, but with no avail, he slapped my shaking hands away. I had already came twice, and I was very much overstimulated. His tongue was getting any and all juices he could, licking me dry, each lap sending vibrations through me, vibrations that seemed to echo throughout my whole body. My hands landed on his hair, trying to pull him back again, to make this stop.

"Tom" I cried, almost slamming down onto the headboard as my head felt severely woozy, not being able to fully take what he was giving me, my body ready to collapse at any given moment. It was truly too much, he was way more experienced than I was, most likely doing this with so many girls he was a pro. Well, the way he was making me feel didn't make me need to think, just from his actions I knew. I tried to make him stop, to pull back, to let my sore, aching body finally rest, by whimpering out a weak plea. "I.. I can't take it any- anymore" I whined, hoping my soft cries would be enough to convince him to quit.

"C'mon schatzi, just one more" He replied, murmuring the words into me, and tears continued streaming down my puffy cheeks, the heavy imbalance of pleasure and pain was not doing me any good. I felt my stomach tighten, meaning tom was going to get what he wanted. "Gonna co-come" I whined again, and released on his tongue, crying out his name in such a loud screech the neighbors were sure to hear and complain tomorrow, but that was another problem for another time. "Good girl" He pulled his hands off of me, laying my trembling frame down onto his heaving chest. I didn't stop crying yet, my body still in a state of ecstasy. "You did so well baby" He complimented, stroking my bare back to try and ease the tension.

I nuzzled my wet face into his neck, huffing lowly, while his hand traced small circles on the small of my upper back, soothing me. I sighed, moving my head up to kiss him gently, to tell him I was okay. I met his lips in a soft kiss, I cringed at the taste of myself on his tongue, but I didn't quite mind, as it faded quickly. I held my hands on either side of his head, capturing every angle of him, every sight of this wonderful man in front of me. "I love you" I whispered against his lips, even though we had said it many times before, this time felt different. "I love you too schon madchen" He smiled, caressing my head until I drifted off to sleep.

Even as I dreamt, I knew I would always love him. He was my whole, the one who made me fully complete.

#tom kaulitz imagines #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you #itsmealaiah

[starfallkaz]

Selwyn x Bree Moments I just know would happen if given the chance

1. so we got Bree cupping Sel’s hair and him relaxing into her touch (everyone say thank you miss Tracy), but we need Bree sitting down on the couch and Sel laying his head on her lap and her fingers stroking through his hair.

Bree quietly muttering under her breathe about how soft his hair is and it’s not fair bc he probably doesn’t need to deep condition and have a leave-in AND twist his hair up, even though sel can hear her the whole time, and he just softly smiles as she strokes his hair

Sel is so content and at peace he starts purring. Like his whole body just vibrates under her touch

after a couple minutes his eyes open and they’re the familiar gold that Bree adores. so quickly he swings an arm around Bree and pulls her down, laughing as she yelps in surprise, and presses their lips together

2. Bree would pretend to sneak up on Selwyn, both of them knowing full-well that Sel could detect it was her for probably over 50m away. And she throws her hands over his eyes. (She’s the only one Sel would ever let do that to him)

3. When one of them wrinkles their brow and the other would just softly kiss away the crease, or if Bree pouted and Sel just lifts his finger up to her bottom lip, tracing it with his thumb bc he could never do that before (he’d just have to stand there looking flustered and clenching his fist like Mr Darcy)

4. Bree when she’s ecstatic or happy (and after squealing with Alice) usually some variation on beaming at Selwyn or throwing herself into his arms. He can’t help but smile or laugh back bc she’s just so radiant.

5, and every time she hugs him and he has his head buried in her neck and the scent of her her her around him he feels like the luckiest person alive. How could she choose him, how?!!

6. Alice convincing Sel that he doesn’t need to come along to watch Bree in her first-attempt at a martial arts class at uni. That’s she’ll be fine and it’s a beginner’s friendly course. And Sel “agrees”.

Of course he’s actually in the rafters looking down. Making sure nobody hurts Bree. Several times he has to physically stop himself from descending to the ground when Bree hurts herself

at the end of the class Alice asks if Bree enjoyed it? Bree declares “it wasn’t for her.” They meet up with Selwyn who ‘emerges from a different building’

He slings an arm around Bree’s shoulder in greeting and she asks “and how did you enjoy my class bat boy?” And Sel tries to play it off but obviously Bree can sense his gaze and knows he was there. And he looks a bit sheepishly off to the side mumbling, “nothing I couldn’t have taught you”

7. I’m also just very here for Alice and Sel having a friendship?!?! Like Ik they argued a lot in Bloodmarked, and Alice was pretty eh about him, but them just softly bickering over mundane things. E.g. Sel commenting that bbq sauce is a disgrace, who would have it on their hot dog? And Alice taking that personally. Bree sighing and smiling bc she knows that Alice is forming a mental list of bullet point rebuttals and she is about to drag this man ALIVE

8. Bree in a crowd at uni and just feels those little pin prick’s on her back and automatically starts searching the crowd for him and moving in that direction. (sel’s heart is beating very fast watching her from the other side of the quad)

9. Sel and Bree still bickering over her safety and how Sel insists that he should be at Bree’s geology trip for a course she’s taking, and Bree thinks that’s silly bc it’ll only be a couple hours and they’re just looking at rocks. And Sel retorts “okay but what if you slip and hit your head on said rocks, then I have to run you back to William.” And Bree laughs, “Sel you don’t need to run me to William everytime I hurt myself in the slightest” and he quietly mutters something about “yes he does.”

10. Sel memorising the feeling of Bree’s body pressed against his when they hug. How he knows her eyes so intimately, how he knows her smile and that little dimple that appears when she’s grinning, and thinks to himself he’d give anything to be the reason for that smile

11. When they’re kissing and Bree kisses his neck, just under his jawline, for the first time. his breathe hitches, and he grasps her and pulls her impossibly close (she’s on his lap at this point). And Bree laughs against his jaw in a way that sends shudders right down his body. Bree pulls away and see’s how he’s barely able to control himself under her touch, his eyes are the deep gold almost brown of melted sugar. And that’s how Bree figures out Sel has a massive thing for neck kisses.

12. Bree endearingly referring to Sel as bat boy, because of his handy knack for dangling upside down, or just reaching high places and surveying the room. Sel pretends not to like the nickname (they both know he secretly likes it)

13. Bree calls Sel pretty at some point and he’s so flustered, he doesn’t know what to say, and not having the right words makes him more flustered which makes him scowl, until he’s just glaring at Bree that she just called him pretty. And Bree raises her eyebrow that she just complimented him but he’s glaring?? At her?? Sel doesn’t have the words to explain, so just pulls her to his chest, pressing a kiss to her forehead hoping that conveys how he’s feeling. Bree just sinks into his touch

14. When they’re kissing and Bree thinks to run her tongue gently along the points of his sensitive canines. The way Sel immediately shudders against her, going limp under her, yet impossibly restrained at the same time. Things escalate from there.

15. Someone calling Sel some vague sort of demon slur, and he shrugs it off but he has to almost physically restrain Bree from defending him. Fully prepared to fight anybody and everybody for Sel.

16. Sel aether drunk and he has to go off and cool himself down in the forest, to get rid of the energy. Bree waiting for him in his room, doing some work at his desk. He pulls himself through the window, stumbling to get his footing.

Bree gently scolds him about using the door when he’s aether drunk. And he stumbles over the room to her and stands between her legs where she’s sitting at the desk. His fingers trace her bottom lip, the shape of her face.

And Bree can just see how bright his eyes are, his flushed cheeks, damp hair. And he’s mumbling under his breathe in welsh, words that sound a lot like she’s beautiful, gorgeous, exclamations of wonder at her

(I need help, I just spent an hour writing this instead of studying. Got me giggling in my bed fr fr). I have many more where these came from if you want them

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[belit0]

You are very busy lately I don't want to request but wanted to give my little ideas for writing I just had so many ideas whenever I read your blogs so here it is ( reader reading spicy books and him making her read it to him while doing it for indra )

💗💗 love your blogs keep it up

Thank you dear for your patience, here I am at last! I'm glad my writings give you ideas, that's always the goal.

It's crude, dirty, humiliating in the best sense of the word. Leaning against his chest, (Y/N) holds the book she was so determined to hide in her hands, legs spread wide and waist encircled by her husband's arms.

She didn't intend for her dark little secret to be revealed, she thought she was doing a great job of keeping Indra from finding that volume, but the leader of the Uchiha clan always has the most mysterious ways to surprise.

"Go on, continue reading." The low tone of his voice in (Y/N)'s ear makes her tremble in his grip, and she rearranges herself on the bed as much as she can. She doesn't want to do it, doesn't want to utter those words out loud, read something so raw and explicit in front of her own husband, but there is never a choice when it comes to him.

The girl coyly begins, recounting the beginning of a terribly exciting scene, one of the best in the whole book. The protagonist is finally captured by the antagonist, and he uses and abuses all his supernatural techniques to possess her as he wishes. It's awful, morbid, complicated in terms of tastes and fetishes, something that (Y/N) would prefer to keep private and away from Indra's mind. Her husband doesn't need to know how dirty she is, the things she likes to read, it would be ideal if he kept the elegant and perfect image he had of her before this.

(Y/N) accepted an arranged marriage with the most powerful man in the world for several reasons, but good sex was never among them. The woman never expected to be satisfied in the way she liked, in the way she needed. She thought her function would be based on procreation, to open her legs every few years and create a valuable lineage for him, but when Indra himself surprised her with unusual tastes and interests between the sheets, the book she brought with her from home was forgotten.

That same unfortunate afternoon, her husband stumbled upon the dusty pages by mere chance, after looking for a scroll of his own in the wrong place. Reading the contents of the tome left him feeling a mixture of different things, but one sentiment won out over all others.

"Louder, (Y/N). I can barely hear you." Torturing her is a regular part of the process, and one of his large hands slides down the expanse of her stomach, caressing the soft skin of her inner thigh and back up. He won't let her stop, that much is clear, but he intends to make use of her amidst all this lewdness.

She continues, follows his intrusions, and when the scene reaches the point where the antagonist begins to touch the protagonist, her husband's fingers caress her clothed crotch, a quiet touch but one that says more than a thousand words. (Y/N) tries to ignore it, to end that process as soon as possible and forget the existence of her intricate tastes in literature, but when the raw skin-to-skin contact blossoms on her pelvis, meaning begins to slip from her vision.

Two fingers stroke up and down her slit, pressed by the clothes she wears and which Indra seems to have no intention in moving out of the way. (Y/N) lays her head against his shoulder, sighing at the sensations of looming pleasure, but her husband halts when she ceases reading. " Have I told you to stop?"

(Y/N) knows there is no escaping this, that she will be subjected to admitting the arousal this kind of written content provokes in her, and the inibition begins to fade as that hand resumes its caresses, gathering moisture from her hole and going over her lips from the end all the way up, wetting the entire area in the process.

In the book, the antagonist probes the protagonist's pussy with his tongue, and Indra increases the speed of his touches between her legs. Two fingers are tasked with drawing wonderful circles on her clit, and (Y/N) can't even think about the state her underwear must be in.

She moans as she reads, losing her breath word after word, unable to concentrate but determined to give what her husband demands of her. She will recount the entire scene, whatever it takes.

When the antagonist finally penetrates his victim, two fingers enter her, deep and hooked to strike that wonderful spot inside her. (Y/N) trembles as a thumb presses against her clitoris, unmoving but present in sensation, and the book closes in her hands as she opens impossibly wider for him, exposing all she has and more.

The reading is forgotten as Indra's free hand closes over her jaw and turns her head, devouring her mouth as her pussy is serviced by his manual skills. It's dirty, terrible, exposed in a totally unexpected way, but a dark satisfaction glows inside her knowing that her husband likes her eating that kind of material.

Indra touches her, fucks her with his hand, and when (Y/N) finishes on him without even having undressed, she knows that the party has just begun.

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[cyberpxnk]

Oooh, would you be down to write Mommy!Seonghwa?

thank you mommy | park seonghwa (1/2)

part two

♡ pairing: mommy!seonghwa x f!sub reader ♡ chapters: 1 out of 2 ♡ word count: 1.1k ♡ rating: mature/18+ (minors dni) ♡ genre: pwp, smut ♡ synopsis: mommy seonghwa comes home feeling a little grumpy. he thinks he needs a little bit of r&r from his favorite girl. ♡ warnings/tags: mommy!seonghwa, dom!seonghwa, sub!reader, pet names, praise, dirty talk, oral (f! giving), hair pulling, choking, crying ♡ author's note: never tried mommy kink, but here goes nothing! i hope you like it! it's just a lil somethin small ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎

You already knew that today would be different from your usual nights when it's very late in the evening that Seonghwa returns home from work. His absence left you lonesome and needy. Impatiently you had waited for him in hopes of a promising night. When the hours continued to fly by, you had instead opted for Netflix on the couch while wearing one of Seonghwa's baggy pajama shirts and your favorite pair of underwear. It's not long before you lose yourself in your favorite show, nearly dozing off into your popcorn. He's back much later than usual and it's only when you hear the door slamming shut that you realize it's well past midnight. The noise startles you from your position on the couch, back straightening when you clamber onto your feet to face the man. "Mommy, I misse-" you stop in your tracks as you take in his disheveled appearance. The raven locks of his normally perfect hair are out of place, strands astray here and there. His shoulders are heavy with the weight of his stressful work day and the eyebags he sports seem to deepen as he steps further within your shared home. Seonghwa's eyes land on your pajama clad form and he seems to soften momentarily before he beckons you closer to him. "Come here, my darling. Mommy missed you too." The man drops his bag and steps toward you, his arms open as he motions to you. You're eager to meet his hug, arms slipping around his lithe frame as you bury your face into his chest. He kisses the top of your head and smiles into your hair. "Missed you... Mommy had a bad day?" He tenderly strokes the back of your head, holding you close to him as he hums in thought. You feel his grip around your body tighten, his frame tensing against you. It takes him several seconds to reply, his voice dropping an octave as he trails his fingers down your spine. You shiver. "That's right. I had a very bad day but my Princess will be good and help Mommy feel better, right?" "Yes, mommy," you murmur softly. Even though you were feeling needy from the absence of his company throughout the day, you knew better than to be selfish at that moment. Lifting your head to meet his stare, you see his eyes are dark with desire and he's already beginning to undo the buckle of his belt before his trousers pool at his ankles, falling alongside the accessory. "On your knees, darling." Not wishing to displease him, you drop your knees obediently and finally look up, mouth going dry as he looms over you darkly. His cock is half hard and his palm is wrapped around it, stroking the entirety of his length slowly as he presses the tip to your mouth. "My princess has such pretty lips." He pauses briefly before he's easing his cock past your parted lips, groaning as he glides along the flat of your tongue to fit deeper into your throat.

"S-So good for me... Look so pretty with mommy's cock in your mouth." Seonghwa's breathing is already erratic as his fingers curl between the locks of your hair.

You let out a gurgle against his erection when he grows harder within your mouth, cock stretching within the wetness. He strokes your cheek once before he grasps your tresses again and presses the rest of himself further past your lips until your nose is to his pelvis. The feeling of his cockhead hitting the back of your mouth makes you gag, but you want to be good girl for him as you try to relax your throat around his girth. "Such a good girl... Mommy is gonna fuck your throat now, okay?" You moan in confirmation against his length and place your hands on his thighs, holding onto his legs as he starts to pump himself within you. Breathing heavily through your nose, you feel the tears pricking your eyes as you blearily look up to his adoring face. There is a mixture of fondness and arousal in his gaze as he meets your eyes, panting while he begins to fuck himself harder into your mouth. "My princess is doing so well for me. You're making mommy feel so good." The praises that fall from his mouth shoots straight to your core and you're squeezing your thighs together as a slickness begins to soak through your panties.

A choked noise comes from you once you're bobbing yourself in motion with him, your drool and saliva coating his cock as it disappears past your lips with every jerk of his hips. Seonghwa has began to fist your hair at this point, snapping himself a bit harder when he starts to feel his climax quickly approaching. His eyes have fallen shut, head thrown back in ecstasy as he pounds himself against the back of your throat. There is bruising pain from the force of his movements, but you endure it as the sight of his pleasure ridden expression spurs you on. The watering tears that line your eyes are falling free now, trailing down your cheeks as your mouth is being fucked roughly. You're just barely keeping up with his actions, but the sight of his fucked out expression has you wanting to chase his orgasm faster and faster. As he finally begins to crescendo, his pace falters until he's pulling his entire length from your mouth and slamming himself back into you with a particularly hard thrust. "Mommy's gonna come, princess... Take mommy's cum like a good... g-girl!" You gag against him but he grips your head and holds you flush to his pelvis. With your nails digging into his thighs, he lets out a loud moan as he begins to tremble, shooting his hot load into your mouth. You feel your tongue heavy with his release when ropes of his cum paint the inside of your throat. Only until you swallow what you can does he drop his hold from you. The air fills your lungs again and you're coughing softly as you try to get your bearings. The cum that you couldn't swallow has dribbled past your lips, running down your chin.

No sooner is Seonghwa is gently cupping your face and he's carefully wiping away the fluids before he's stroking your hair affectionately. The last of your tears are blinked away and you're looking back up to him, eyes watery and glimmering with the anticipation of his approval. "Did I do good, Mommy?" He hums and holds your cheek, rubbing his thumb along your tear streaked face. "You did such a good job, my darling. Mommy will reward you now for being such a good girl, hm?" "Thank you, mommy..."

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[finalgirleddiemunson]

Smitten (Eddie Munson x Reader)

summary: you worry that you’re invading Eddie’s space. in the hazy morning light, Eddie reminds you that he wants you there. (wc 1.2k)

warnings: kissing, insinuating language, let me know if I missed anything.

a/n: vaguely inspired by the song Smitten by Leanna Firestone (meaning I was driving and listening to music and had a flash of inspiration. so it goes.) my ask box and messages are always open. 

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Eddie Munson snores. 

Adorably. 

You can hardly believe it. 

Until this morning, you didn’t know it was possible for a snore to be adorable, but leave it to Eddie Munson to prove you wrong. 

You take a moment to examine his room in the daylight. The sunlight managing to filter through Eddie’s haphazardly hung tapestry over the window paints the room in warmth. 

Of course you’ve been in Eddie’s room before- several times- but this is the first time you’ve woken up here. You feel like you’re looking at the details of the bedroom with new eyes. 

Those audible puffs of air coming from Eddie stir a strand of his hair that hangs in front of his face. You gently smooth it back, reuniting it with the crazed bedhead that Eddie will be sporting when he wakes up. 

But, for now, you watch him snore, knowing that it’s too early to wake him and wanting him to get as much sleep as he can. 

You hope he’s dreaming of something lovely. You secretly hope it involves you. Hope that you occupy his mind even a fraction of the amount he occupies yours. 

You peel back the covers slowly as you sit up, trying to jostle the bed as little as possible. The arms around your middle tighten in response. 

You stop moving, looking down only to see Eddie’s eyes are still closed, those small snores uninterrupted. Still sleeping.

Your hand wraps around his wrist, intent on slowly untangling yourself  when he mumbles something and his arms lock around you. 

“Eddie,” you whisper. He doesn’t stir. “Eddie,” you try again, only a touch louder. You run your hand down his forearm, soothing strokes that you hope will rouse him only enough so that you can slip out of bed. 

He sighs heavily, but now his movements have purpose rather than being born from his subconscious. This time when his grip around you tightens and he draws in close to you, you know he’s awake. 

“Eddie,” you try to sound firm, but can’t quite get your brain, heart, and mouth to all comply. 

“It’s too early, go back to sleep,” he grumbles. His head finds its way into your lap. You card your fingers through his hair. You attempt to separate once again, intent on completing your mission to stand. 

His teeth find your bare thigh, a gentle nip that’s barely teeth but nonetheless shocks you. 

“Edward!” A flash of indignation washes over you. You tug lightly at his hair in retribution. 

His eyes, still hooded with sleep, shine with mirth as he looks up at you. “You’re trying to leave me while I’m vulnerable.”

“I’m not trying to leave, I’m trying to go brush my teeth.”

“Sounds an awful lot like leaving to me.” One tug and you’re on your back and he’s hovering over you. Now he’s the one looking down at you. “Good morning,” He says, all sleep-rumpled as he leans down to kiss you. 

“Oh, now you want to be nice,” you huff. 

“I’m always nice.” He sounds affronted by your accusations. 

“The teeth marks in my thigh beg to differ.” You’re exaggerating and he knows it. 

“Babydoll,” he’s saccharine sweet as he kisses you again. He draws away just an inch, “if you want more marks on your thighs all you have to do is ask.”

Your gasp makes him laugh. When you push at his chest, he rolls off you obediently, still snickering at your reaction. 

You decide definitively that you like this. You dare to say you love it. Laying side by side in Eddie’s bed, staring up at the ceiling, and giggling at one another. 

But there’s an itch in the back of your mind that gnaws at you. You know that Eddie likes his own space. He likes to make places that are his own, that are undeniably built by him. You can see the evidence of that in his room, in the posters pasted across the walls and his guitar displayed proudly. 

You want to spend as much time here and with Eddie as you can, but you also don’t want to become bothersome. To carve your own spot in a place that’s special to him when he might not be ready for that. 

Because, yes, he might not want you to leave now but you don’t want to overstay your welcome. 

“You’re thinking so loud over there,” the soft lilt of Eddie’s voice cuts through your anxious spiral. 

“I was just thinking that I should head home soon.” You try to sound casual.  

Eddie rolls over so that he can face you directly, the length of his body pressed tight against yours, melding together. His brow furrows slightly and you catch that hesitant concern flash in his eyes. “Do you want to head home?”

No. I want to live in your bones and make you pancakes for breakfast. You can’t say that.  “I don’t want to invade your space,” is what you settle for instead. 

“You can’t invade something that’s yours. My space is your space, sweetheart.” He says it as though you should have known it all along. 

When you don’t respond after a moment, mouth lagging behind brain, he quickly adds on, “I know it’s not much or anything, but you’re always welcome here. I want you here. If you want to be here.”

You press your forehead against his. An I love you has taken up permanent residence on the tip of your tongue, but you lock it tight behind your teeth. Not wanting to be too early or too much with the declarations that are residing in you. “I want to be here,” you whisper. You think it sounds pretty similar to those other three words. 

Eddie’s answering smile punches the air from you. You feel giddy, feel smitten. You’ve never written a sonnet, but you’re considering trying just so you can put words to the feelings rooted in your chest. 

You run a line with your finger down the bridge of Eddie’s nose, dip to trace his cupid's bow, and paint an invisible semicircle across his bottom lip. Eddie sneaks a kiss to your fingertip as it brushes over his lips.  

You consider asking him if he knows that he snores and that you think it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever heard, but decide against it. Tuck it like a secret into the space between your ribs, collecting another detail about him to love. Your body is becoming a card box full of love letters to Eddie Munson. 

But you don’t say any of that. Instead you press a chaste kiss to his lips, smiling something soft as you ask, “Do you have the stuff to make pancakes?”

Eddie’s eyebrows raise, “Pancakes?”

“Yeah. Like the mix or the ingredients or something.”

“We could cobble something together. They might not be the best with what we’ve got though,” he warns, amusement coloring his tone. 

“That’s okay. I just want to make breakfast with you.” Despite your earlier protests, you don’t resist this time when Eddie arranges you so that your head rests in the crook of his neck. 

“Okay, baby. We can try and cook pancakes.” 

Neither of you make it out of bed until lunch. 

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[thepenultimateword]

Would you do a continuation of short prompt 42? With the supervillain and villain and kid hero? I come with gift 🍿🍿

Part One

Villain leaned back in the kitchen chair, sharpening the blade of their knife with long, careful strokes. Rain pattered on the windowpanes, and the vague remains of steam in the air made the kitchen feel warm and cozy. It would have been nicer without the snakelet lying in the other room.

That little menace better not wake up.

Villain tapped their foot evenly against the floor and checked the wall clock for probably the third time since Supervillain went out, about an hour ago now.

“Will you just be nice to them when they wake up?" they'd requested. Then, at Villain's annoyed brow raise, "Not...nice, but at least civil? I have a meeting with Other Supervillain, and I don't want them scared off while I'm gone."

“You’re leaving?” Villlain hated the little note of panic edging in on their voice. This was a baby hero after all. Nothing they couldn't handle. It was an insult to their own skills to be so worried.

Of course, Supervillain caught it, and of course, instead of pointing out the silliness, they indulged it. “Do you want to come with me? I suppose we could leave a note.”

Villain's stomach coiled.

“I’m not leaving them alone in my home. I’ll stay.”

And so they had. Stubbornly. Bitterly. Anxiously.

There was just something about having an enemy in their safe space that made the thought of facing them so much worse. It would have been different running into them mid-heist or out on the street.

They rechecked the clock. Minute hand on the 3. An hour and fifteen minutes. Supervillain must be walking back by now, right? Did they remember their umbrella? That rain looked like it was picking up.

“Hi.”

Villain's whetstone slipped.

A horrible grating sound broke the smooth, monotony, and Villain''s arm narrowly escaped being sliced open along the knife's edge only to bash the rounded stone directly into their knee a second later.

Villain yowled, cursing loudly.

"Sorry!" Hero held up their hands in an apologizing-warding motion. Their hair was pasted flat on one side, while the top poofed up in a mess of fluffy tangled curls. "That's my bad."

The villain only responded with a vicious glare, and the little hero winced. At least that was a little satisfying.

Hero swallowed, wetting their lips and curling their fingers in and out of their palms for a couple seconds before carefully pushing on.

"Where's...um..."

"They went out. Villain stuff."

"Right. Of course. That's their job. Your job. Your jobs."

Awkward discomfort twisted their face in several directions, one part of them making an effort to be nonchalant and the other part panicking. Clearly, they hadn't thought through the type of person they were crashing with or how it involved them ethically when Supervillain invited them in.

"That it is," Villain said coldly.

Hero cleared their throat. "I really wasn't expecting...anyone else. Did Supervillain call you to watch me or...?"

"I live here."

"Oh. Oh! I'm sorry! I don't mean to crowd your space. It's just Supervillain said... And I was so tired... And they never mentioned..."

"Stop blathering. It's grating on my nerves."

Hero's mouth snapped shut with an audible clack.

Villain sighed, sliding their knife back into its sheath and striding stiffly across the room to tuck the whetstone back in its drawer. All the while, Hero's big, pathetic eyes watched them move, rising prickles on the back of their neck and being generally annoying.

"What?" Villain snapped.

"Nothing!" They paused. "Are you guys like…”

Hero didn’t seem to know how to finish that question, but their fingers twined together in some resemblance of togetherness.

“Yes.”

“Oh. Cool. I didn’t know that.”

They shoved their hands in their pockets and stared intently at the floor beneath their feet. It was subtle, but Villain noticed the tips of their ears going a light pink.

Minute hand on the 4 now.

Come on, Supervillain, where are you?

They didn’t know anything about entertaining kids , or talking to kids, or anything to do with kids. Especially not a super powered hero kid that could bend them in half with their pinky and may or may not be part of a bigger plot to take them down.

Hero raised their eyes nervously. Their cheeks were pink too. Villain was definitely paranoid, weren’t they?

Villain cleared they throat.

“Apparently, now that you’re awake, I’m supposed to direct you to the soup on the stove.” They motioned lazily to the covered pot and then waved at the cupboards. “Bowls are on the left.”

“Thank you.” Hero shuffled to find a bowl, and for the first time Villain noticed that they were wearing the blue and purple spandex of their Hero uniform.

“Why did you even come here?” Villain said.

Hero cringed, ladle hesitating over their bowl. “I didn’t know what else to do. It was cold, and I was tired, and the offer was right there, and…and…you guys are going to kill me, aren’t you?”

Villain blinked. Soup was spilling over the edges of the ladle. The kid was shivering. Were they more scared than they were letting on?

Villain tried to imagine being an abandoned kid taken in by their enemies. It was hard enough having one in their safe space as an adult.

“We’re not going to kill you,” Villain said. “Supervillain made you a whole stew. They think you’re adorable.”

Hero bit their lip and nodded, quickly finishing filling their bowl and sitting on the farthest end of the table. “I mean…I wasn’t worried at first, but…”

But Villain.

Yeah. They were lucky Hero was stout enough not to have run off by now. Supervillain would have kicked them to the couch.

“Don’t you think your agency will be upset? You’re not being very subtle.”

Hero followed Villain’s finger down to their costume.

“I, um, didn’t have a change of clothes. And they’re mad anyway, right? So…how much more bad can it get?”

They smiled weakly, but Villain knew forced calm when they saw it. Villain wouldn’t press that direction further.

“What happened to your clothes?” they asked instead.

“Well, they were in my dorm, but the agency froze my keycard, and they say I’m suspended from the premises so I can’t pick them up. I-I get it.”

“Over a few buildings?” Villain said in disbelief.

Maybe they said it little heatedly because Hero stared at them with surprise and tension written in their eyes.

“Well, those buildings cost the agency a big chunk of money, and I’m really lucky no one got hurt, so I really just should be thankful it’s only a suspension.”

“Is that what they told you?”

“It’s…it’s what I think.”

Oh really?

“Alright,” Villain shrugged. “You destroyed a lot of buildings. You maybe put people in danger. That’s not exactly recommended. At least from a hero’s standing. But come on, you tore an entire building from its foundation and threw it. Your agency has to at least appreciate your strength. It’s incredible.”

Hero averted their eyes to their soup. Maybe they were uncertain whether they should be accepting the compliment of a villain. “Thank you…”

Villain nodded.

Maybe they could buy them a couple new outfits. Just so they wouldn’t have nothing when they finally convinced Supervillain to turn them out.

As if on cue, the front door hinges squealed, and Supervillain’s confident stride sounded in the hall, pausing in the living room a moment before continuing on to the kitchen.

“Oh good!” Supervillain’s eyes sparked intensely, like a shock of lightning bolts in a blue blue sky. Their coat clung damp on their shoulders and a few strays locks pasted against their temples. “You two met!”

A load of tension Villain hadn’t even realized they’d been holding suddenly dropped from their shoulders.

“We’d already met,” they corrected.

“You know what I mean. How were they, Hero? Were they mean? Did they bully you?

Hero’s relief was almost just as obvious as Villain’s own, a small smile quirking their lip. “No. They were…nice.”

Supervillain’s eyebrows shot up, and they’re eyes tried to catch Villain’s gaze.

Nope. Villain wasn’t doing this. Time to redirect the conversation.

“How was the meeting?”

Supervillain slid into the seat beside Villain, sprawling their legs and sliding halfway down the chair back. “Ugh. Boooring. Other Supervillain is way too direct. ‘Kill them.’ ‘Blow this up.’ There’s no showmanship!”

“You and Other Supervillain are having a team up?”

Villain and Supervillain turned toward Hero at the same time. The little scrap huddled a little closer to the tabletop. They looked like they wanted to disappear.

“Don’t you dare say—“ Villain began.

“You can tell the agency if you like,” Supervillain interrupted with a shrug. “It’ll make it more interesting.”

Hero’s eyes flicked nervously between the two of them. “I don’t have to if—“

“Hero.” It was the same tone Supervillain used on Villain when they were in one of their panics. Firm but warm. “Don’t worry about what you see or hear around us. You are safe here. No matter what.”

Villain held back a biting remark. They weren’t so sure about Supervillain’s promises, but that was probably something to discuss privately. At least the hero looked a little looser. But now they were looking at Villain like they were expecting an answer from them as well. What did the want from them? A hearty welcome and a slap on the back?

Villain cleared their throat. “Yeah. You’re…safe.”

Hero’s weak smile grew a little stronger, and Supervillain smirked.

Ugh, it wasn’t like it was a declaration of friendship or an acceptance for indefinite housing or anything like that.

It just…wasn’t a lie.

Part Three

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[teleiapotami]

WIP Wednesday!!

Here's a piece of a tumblr smut prompt I started a while back. <3

Prompts: No, I’m not being overdramatic! / *grumble* Some people are way too touchy. /" No, I can't be polite to them if they're treating you like you were just there to please them."

WIP Title: Corporate Benefits

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He’d been watching them all day. Well, to be honest, he’d been watching them for several days. But today was the worst. He leaned back in his chair, neglecting his notes in favor of watching his secretary move around the conference table delivering the most pointless items to the lecherous old fucks around him. Every set of eyes followed her as she moved back to her seat at his side.

She had barely sat down when one of them spoke up. “Oh, I forgot to grab a highlighter. You don’t mind getting one for me sweetheart, do you?”

Lucy hid her grimace behind a beautiful smile, but Natsu knew better. He saw the way her shoulders tensed as she rose yet again. She placed the highlighter, which had been within the man’s reach in the first place, on his notepad. As she turned away, his hand came up and swatted her on the rear. “Thanks, Doll,” he chuckled.

Natsu slammed his hands down on the table with a growl. “That’s enough. Miss Heartfilia is not a doll or your sweetheart. She is one of the most brilliant minds this company has ever seen, and you would do well to remember that. This meeting is over. I will contact you if we decide to move forward with the partnership,” he spat, gripping the edge of the table to keep from strangling the fucker.

Most of the men stood and collected their things. Those who worked for him recognized the signs of his temper and knew it was time to get out or get burned. The two men from the other company didn’t budge.

“Now Mr. Dragneel, I know you are young,” Natsu’s eyes flashed dangerously, making the old man pause momentarily before foolishly pressing ahead. “But that is no excuse for your temper. Why don’t you sit down, and we can continue the meeting?” He turned his eyes back to Lucy, but Natsu slammed a fist onto the desk.

“GET. OUT. I won’t repeat myself.”

He watched as they huffed and made their way out, muttering under their breaths. Lucy closed the door behind them, then set about closing the blinds on the large windows that looked out into the hallway. Once they were all closed and the door was locked, she moved around the table to his side.

He was still standing with his fists planted on the table, his shoulders hunched, and his head dropped down, trying to control his temper. Tentatively she brushed her hand against his shoulder. “Thank you for the kind things you said. I understand that you were frustrated but you should still try to be—”

“No,” he growled. "No, I can't be polite to them when they treat you like you are just there to please them.” He looked up, his eyes burning into hers. “He touched you, Lucy. I wanted to rip his arm off.”

“That’s how things are between us too you know. I think you’re being a bit overdramatic Natsu. He’s not the first CEO to grab my ass Mr. Dragneel,” she teased, lifting one of his arms to slip in between them. “And I’m fairly certain he won’t be the last either.” His frown deepened.

“I am not being overdramatic! And that’s….that’s different. That’s an agreement we made together, not me just grabbing you without permission!” He knew she was trying to draw him out of his temper. Her fingers were stroking his jawline slowly and her warm, honey-colored eyes were turned up to his, shining with barely concealed amusement.

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[ginnyw-potter]

Love on you some more

Ginniversary bingo Prompt: #O70 — As she stopped to catch her breath, she looked back. That was a mistake. Read on AO3

This week had been exhausting in all the worst ways. She didn’t understand what happened with Harry, and she felt like she was grasping at straws. The end of the week swung around and so she had suggested they had sex, to release all that pent-up energy.

That’s how she was now on her hands and knees, pushing into him while panting softly. It was easier if she didn’t have to look into his eyes and try to discern his thoughts.

“Are you going to cum again?” he asked.

She nodded. He removed his hand from her clit. His fingers found her hipbones and held tight. Harry picked up the pace again and she bit her lip, letting the sensations run through her.

“Fuck,” she moaned.

By the way he moaned she could tell he was getting close too. Harry made another long stroke, her pleasure hit a high point and she was pulled over the edge. She moved her hips in time with him as she rode out her orgasm. It took a few more strokes until he came too, moaning her name.

As she stopped to catch her breath, she looked back. That was a mistake. Harry looked at her, eyes still dark and filled with adoration mixed with a pain she hadn’t been able to figure out all week.

She moved forward on her hands and he slipped out. She let herself drop onto her stomach at once and then turned enough to see him take a step back.

She sat up and grabbed onto his hand. “Don’t go.”

And then he was moving forward, diving into her and his weight settled on top of her. Her arms wrapped around him.

She pressed her nose against his temple. “You need to tell me what is going on, Harry.” She allowed him several beats of silence where he took deep breaths. “I can pretend I don’t care, but I do. This can’t continue.”

He shifted again, moving to lay beside her. His brows knitted together and his eyes tracked over her face. “I don’t know how…” He licked his lips, eyes swimming with tears.

“…What?” she implored. She tentatively reached out to brush his hair out of his face and he didn’t stop her.

“I don’t know how to be with you.” He looked away from her.

They lived together happily, she thought. “I don’t understand.”

“I know you don’t.” His tone was soft yet a little strained.

She moved her hand back and tucked it against her body. “Out with it then. Explain it to me. I’ve been worried sick.”

“I’m sorry.” His eyes closed for a moment. “I had no good examples for relationships growing up.” He looked somewhere towards her hairline and didn’t meet her eyes. “I want to be a good partner to you, but I have my shortcomings.”

Ginny didn’t think any of this was major, but she knew it must have weighed on him. “What brought this on?”

“The guys at work… they were talking about romantic gestures… and then the whole conversation dove into showing affection and I feel like I’ve messed up with you, and I want to do better and I don’t know how, because I never learned.” He looked right at her.

“You do gestures,” she immediately said. “You show me affection all the time.”

“Not in the way I should,” he insisted.

Ginny shook her head. “You know who consistently did romantic gestures for me? Dean. What works for some, doesn’t work for others.”

“But I don’t do all those things that are expected like buying you flowers or buying you presents or—”

“People do them to make people feel loved. Do you think I don’t feel loved by you?” she asked him.

“I don’t know,” he replied honestly.

She pressed her lips together. “I don’t do those gestures either, do you feel loved?”

“They said that women care about that sort of stuff…” He ran his hand through his hair.

“Some women, sure. And a bouquet of flowers is delightful but there are no rules when it comes to relationships. You don’t need to buy flowers regularly to prove you love me. I don’t need you to shower me with gifts to show me.” She brought her hand to his cheek. “You love on me in a thousand different ways every day. Those things mean so much to me.”

“Really?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yes. You kiss me for comfort, or because you’re horny or because I made you laugh. You touch me because you want to and you do it more than you’re even aware. You remember things I said ages ago, because you care.”

He blinked and his hand came to her waist, his thumb rubbing her skin.

“And as we grow older together we’ll find new ways to love each other but I feel loved right now.” She kissed him. “You love me so intensely it’s overwhelming sometimes. Maybe a deadbeat husband needs to buy his wife an expensive gift to make up for the fact that he hasn’t paid attention to her and that’s the only way he knows how, but that is not us. Has this been eating you up all week?”

He nodded quietly.

She sighed softly. She wriggled herself closer to him and was relieved when his arms wrapped around her waist. “If I wasn’t happy, I’d tell you.”

He buried his face in her hair.

“I cherish every day we have together, because I remember when we couldn’t have that.” Her fingers wrapped around his arm. “You can’t let other people’s ‘normal’ get in your way.”

He nodded. “They asked what I did for you and I froze; I had no clue. I could see the looks on their faces and I felt awful…”

“You didn’t tell them how you shower me with kisses or you cheer the loudest when I have a game? You didn’t tell them about our excellent sex life?” She brought her hips closer.

“… I didn’t.” He looked up at her. “Are you sure I haven’t messed up? If I’ve ever dropped the ball you can tell me.”

“Not even once, darling.” She kissed him again. “You make me feel like I’m the most wonderful woman in the world.”

“Because you are,” he replied with a smile.

“See?” She met his eyes. “That’s all I need.”

She pulled her leg over him and he turned onto his back. She sat down on top of him, straddling his waist. His eyes eagerly darted down her body.

“Now, I have missed you all week so we are going to make this count.” She brought her face closer to his. “And then we’re going to get some food and drinks and I’ll love you some more.”

Before his smile could fully form, she had already kissed him. His arms wrapped tightly around her and she let her hand dance down his chest.

His hands clutched her desperately. “I’ve missed you too.”

#hinny #fic #ginniversary bingo #drabble #it's a hurt/comfort smut sandwich

[melon-cream-enmu]

Repost from one of my previous blogs, I swear I put that here but I wouldn’t put it past tumblr to delete an edit after you make it. It’s done it several times when I fix spelling mistakes after posting 🤬

Anonymous asked: Aaaaaaaa a idk if you've gotten something like this but Beastkin MC who's like a bunny or a herbivore of some sort has my mind gOING

Like, the Savannaclaw trio wanting to pin them under them and fuck them so hard, deep, and fast,,, claiming them with hickey and bites and teasing their tail and ears,,,

Leona has big arms and hands, perfect for wrapping around his mate while spooning them and holding them close while he fucks them slow and deep, an ear held between his teeth to keep them from squirming too much from the pleasure~ Or perhaps he'll get a bit rough after seeing them with Malleus? After all, he has to remind them of exactly who's cock it is that makes them feel so good~

And then there's Jack! Holding you up by the hips in a mating press which let's him tease the base of your tail - a spot that makes you shudder from just how sensitive it is~ he'll keep eye contact when you fuck, his pupils larder than usual and an animalistic, debauched expression on his face easy to see until he leans forwards to place a Possessive bite on your shoulder~

Ruggie would be more submissive, sure. However, being a predator, he can't help but feel the impulse that urges him to pin you beneath him as he uses his hands to make you feel good~ He'll touch you in all the right places, bringing to the edge over and over again before he even starts fucking your overstimulated body. Hell make you feel so good that you won't be able to walk in the morning~

ABD THE THING

WITH THE CHASING THING IM-

B A R K I N G

IMAGINE IT BEING SILENT BUT YOU HAVE THE FEELING THAT SOMEONE IS WATCHING, AND THE ANTICIPATION IS JUST TANTALISING

AND FLOYD OR JACK OR JADE OR WHOEVER YOU'RE HORNY FOR GRABS YOU FROM BEHIND AND PRESSES THEIR HARD COCK AGAINST YOUR BACK WHILE MURMURING IN YOUR EAR ABOUT HOW PRETTY AND FUCK ABLE YOU LOOK, AND ABOUT HOW YOUR SCENT HAS THEM SLIPPING EVEN FURTHER INTO A RUT AND ABSHAJSJSLAOA

ADSBAUSUAKSKDJDKSODHDOKSSILANSMA

-TD

🤤(BOY DID THIS TAKE ME A LONG FUCKING TIME MY BAD)

Leona laying with you in warm, expensive feeling bed. The bumpy head of his cock pressing into every spot that makes you shiver. His nails circle your nipples with one warm hand up your shirt and his other strokes your sex.

His breath is warm and his tongue rough on your ear has it twitching between his teeth. “You truly are so tiny aren’t you?” His hands retreat to find the tops of your plush thighs to rock your body back against his. His knee creeps between your thighs and props up on the bed, now hiking yours up and giving him a better angle to press his cock what feels like impossibly deeper. You bury your face in the pillow, turning and leaving your back exposed to him.

“You tighten so much with every shiver and cry,” his finger trails down your back and pulls your tail, “your ears try to twist together when I play with your tail too.” Clawed hands caress the rolls of your tummy before Leona pushes you onto your stomach and picks up his pace. He watches your tail twitch as you unknowingly raise your hips for him.

•

Your bed is louder than you thought it was. Of course, you’d have never figured it out, you don’t do much on it. But what you’re doing now is more than it’s ever been put through.

The headboard slams into the wall too much, the springs are so loud. “J-Jack, oh my god, Jack! Please s-slow down, everyone will hear!” Not like it mattered, you’re from different dorms, people always suspect something when Jack Howl shows up for you. A whine like growl leaves his chest but he only humps you harder. “I can’t…you’re just so small…you’re tight and warm.” The slap of his thighs to your ass is loud and wet and you’re glad your roommates are out on a trip.

Jacks eyes constantly gaze upon your teary ones, tempted to lick up the tears on your lashes and cheeks. He pushes your legs up further and pounds harder, bathing in the sound of your cries. Your arms quickly fly to his shoulders and he lets you pull him down. Your ears flop when he hits that spot that has you coming too quickly, when he’s not close to done.

You look so dazed and fucked out and god do you smell so good when you cum. His tail ducks under you and feels your tiny cottontail wiggle at its touch. Everyone will smell him on you, and they will forever if he has anything to say about it, but he can’t stop himself from laying claim all over your neck and shoulders.

•

Ruggie’s had his hands and mouth all over your sex for hours it seems. Stroking, licking, petting, kissing, pushing, biting. Your thighs shake with every searing hot breath he lays on you, every wet kiss he graces you with. His eyes are glassy and wide, ears lowered as he whines. He’s submissive by nature, but you’re a prey animal, and all he can think about is devouring you. He wants every drop of every essence you can give him, and he’s going to push you over the edge as many times as it takes for him to get his fill. He nuzzles your hand as it grips in his hair when he tugs your little tail. When he’s finally finished his feast he moves onto filling you fully and completely, you can hardly even cry out when you cum at just his tip alone.

•

Unkempt branches scratch and slap your skin as you run through the maze, heavy breathing and fast footsteps. The only advantage you have being half rabbit are your quick silent feet. But that doesn’t stop you from being seen. If only it did.

A dead end. There’s no where to run, you can hear Floyd laughing nearby. You back yourself into the dead end slowly, hoping to brace yourself to bolt of turned the corner. You could make it between his legs, or between him and the wall, or you could even jump over him if you really tried. Too bad.

You’re so focused on an escape you don’t notice it ISN’T a dead end, and someones stepped behind you quietly from the left. They grab your arm and you whip around. It’s some first year, a cat, it seems. You pull hard enough to release their grasp and back away quickly. They scamper off instantly, and you assume it’s because of their failed attempt at a capture, but your back hits a wall. No, this was an open path, and there’s no walls in the Rose Maze, only the hedges. Their hand is quick to cover your mouth, and you know just by the size of it who it belongs to.

The hand that’s always stroking lazy fingers over your ears after having pulled you far too close. The hand that’s always tugging yours, tripping you up to fall into their lap when you walk past. The hand that’s always twirling little furs on your tail when it’s up your clothes in public. The hand that’s waved at you many times after getting you roped into working off friends contracts at the lounge.

“Sea bunny, there you are~ I’ve been searching for you, it was frustrating. You’re too fast on land, I wish they held this underwater, I would’ve caught your tail so quick!” You pull at his hand on your mouth and open it when his hand doesn’t move. Floyd pulls away all too quickly, “hey, no biting sea bunny. That’s my job.” You shiver as his sharp teeth leave pink indents in the tip of your ear. “You get so worked up when you run, your little bunny heart beats so fast~ I could smell you the second the let the prey start running.” His hand trails down your body and your smaller hands try to push it away.

“Floyd please, can’t we not do this here? I can hear the cameras coming!” His laugh is breathy when his hand worms it’s way into your shorts.

“Nooo, then you’d have to keep running. Someone else would get you, and you’re only for me. My sea bunny.” His hips press into your back and you hunch forward at the feel of his cock practically in line with your spine. “You made my rut come early, you always do, sea bunny. And I know your heat comes along then too, it’s like you were made for me.” His arm tightens around you while his other hand exposes your sex to the incoming cameras.

“And I have to have my little sea bunny. I wanna see more bunnies from you~”

#cream wonderland #cream filled #cream afab #cream writes

[cosmictapestry]

A36 pls

A36. cute discussion ABOUT sex

featuring actual sex. also. because these guys are horny little deities, to me

prompt fills here

It gets hot in their private quarters, sometimes. It’s always warm, but as particularly productive nights wear on Lucienne finds herself drenched in sweat, clinging to the coolness of his skin.

They’re at rest now, probably done for the night, given how boneless and still Lord Morpheus is beneath her. Lucienne is sprawled on top of him, her cheek to his belly, ankles entwined with his own, arm thrown around his waist, hand holding his own. His other hand pets down from the crown of her head to the back of her neck, cool and soft.

He’s breathing slow, even, and Lucienne is facing away from him but she imagines he is reclined on the pillows, staring down at her with those soft, heavy-lidded eyes, sleepy and sweet.

Lucienne shifts, draws her hand out of his own to move her arm out of her line of sight. She draws her hand across his belly, nails light on his skin, moving down to grip his inner thigh. Her lord’s breathing has changed. The back of her knuckles brush his bollocks, and his hips shift. His cock is soft where it lays along the crease of his thigh, looking just as sleepy as the rest of him. “May I touch you?” she mumbles.

Lord Morpheus groans, ending with a tiny laugh. His hand pulls away from hers and she imagines him throwing his arm over his eyes. “How are you not satisfied, woman?”

Lucienne grins, kissing him over his fluttering abs. “I am,” she assures him. “I just want to suck your cock.”

Another groan, an interested twitch in front of her face. "That is precisely what I mean." He pauses for a moment, considering the offer as though it is liable to bite him. “Alright?” he says, eventually, voice winding up high. He hasn’t stopped petting her head. “Although, you—you certainly do not have to?”

Lucienne hums, her fingers slipping further between his thighs, encouraging him to part them for her. She cups his bollocks, strokes them with her thumb, shifts their weight in her hand. He rumbles underneath her, grips the back of her neck. He’s sensitive, nerves still all in overdrive, and Lucienne licks her lips, seeing him starting to fatten up. “It’s not so strange,” she murmurs, warming him in her palm. “You love to use your mouth on me.”

A dismissive sound. “That is very different,” he says confidently. “Much more fun.”

Lucienne laughs. She kisses the tip of his cock, fingers the soft skin at the seam of his bollocks. “I disagree,” she says. “This is very fun for me. You’re pretty and you smell good and you make lovely noises.”

Another choked hum, followed by a shocked little sound when she sucks the head of his cock into her mouth. “Oh,” he whispers, petting her with trembling fingertips down her spine, his belly heaving with a sigh. “Lucienne.”

Lucienne smiles, suckling gently at him, trailing her fingertips up the velvety underside of his shaft. He firms up on her tongue, pulses hot between her lips, leaks a bead of thin salt that she swallows greedily. She closes her eyes, basks in the smell and the taste of him, the muggy heat all around, the warm glow of affection when she hears him gasp like he’s surprised at how he’s feeling.

She holds him like this for several moments before he shifts and makes a confounded little noise. “What are you doing?” he asks, on the verge of a laugh.

Lucienne holds his shaft with one hand to keep it upright while she pops her mouth off him. “There’s no rush, is there?”

Lord Morpheus huffs. “Well, no, I suppose not,” and she imagines him watching with slight mortification while she gives him a kittenish lick, lapping up a droplet of his slick. “Are you enjoying yourself, at least?”

She snorts, and she cranes her head as far as she can over her shoulder, only enough to see him in the corner of her peripheral vision. “How about you don’t worry about that?” she teases. “Just relax, my lord.”

He sighs theatrically and lets his head fall back in the sheets. “Very well,” he mutters, put-upon, goofy and loose the way he only gets with her.

Lucienne hums, satisfied, and she lays her cheek on his belly again, sucks him into her mouth. She cradles him on her tongue, fingers the vein on the underside of his shaft, marvels at how hard he’s gotten, stretching her lips with his girth. He breathes high and heavy, soft moans and whines spilling from his mouth.

She plays with his bollocks, rolls them in her hand, strokes back behind them. His skin is so soft, so sleek, so hot right here, and his noises get a little more wrecked. Lucienne runs her lips down the side of his shaft, kisses at the base, buries her nose where the smell of him is strongest.

“Lucienne,” he murmurs, muffled, like he’s moved the back of his hand over his mouth. She lifts his shaft to tongue his bollocks, laving them hot and wet and slow, and he keens and shifts. “Gods, Lucienne.”

Lucienne pulls back, leaving his skin shiny with spit. "I have a question."

Lord Morpheus groans as though pained. "So do I," he mutters. His cock twitches in front of her face and he breathes for a long few seconds to calm down. "Yes, Lucienne?"

She props herself up on her arm on his belly, fingers encircling the base of his cock and manipulating it, moving it around to examine at her leisure. "Is this for me? Do you always have genitalia, or only when you are with a lover? And is it specific to the lover? Is this my cock?"

"That was several questions," he sounds amazed by the fact. "How long have you been wondering about this?"

"I wouldn't have to wonder about it at all if there were records in the library."

"Yes, well. Am I not allowed some measure of privacy."

"Of course you are," Lucienne cranes her neck to see him in the corner of her eye. "Hence why I am only asking now. And you do not have to answer."

His sigh is performative and put-upon. "Yes, I usually have sex organs. No, they are not specific to whomever I am with. What you see is this aspect's default, for lack of a better word." A pause, then, heavy and thoughtful. "Of course. I can make any changes you might like. And I perhaps should have offered that from the beginning."

Lucienne frowns. "Why would I want you to do that?"

"Well, it is," he clears his throat, "my penis, that is. It is. Girthy. I am told."

"And that is... a bad thing?"

"I don't know," he sounds strangled now, and Lucienne fights not to laugh or try to kiss away his silliest of insecurities. "Perhaps it just seems, rude, to not offer something more. Suited to your tastes."

"You are perfectly suited to my tastes," she tells him, emphatically, and she kisses the blushing head of his cock. "That is why I suspected you might have designed it for me, my lord."

"...Oh." Lord Morpheus is quiet now, apparently affected by this revelation, even more than he is by the little licks she bestows on hot silky skin. "I was not certain. In your fantasies, you never so much as imagined me below the waist."

"I did not want to presume," Lucienne says primly. "Perhaps it seemed rude to imagine the sex organs of someone who hides all mention of them."

His belly shakes with silent laughter under her, and Lucienne smiles against his heat. "Fair enough, I suppose," and from there his breath melts away into a pleased sigh when she closes her eyes and takes him back into her mouth. His hips shift in tiny flinches, rocking her, pushing himself a little deeper. One of these days she'll goad him into fucking her mouth properly. The thought makes her groan and slip her free hand to tuck between her legs. "I have a default vulva for this aspect, too, if you are interested."

Lucienne's eyes fly open.

#you can pry morpheus-weirdly inexperienced and embarrassed about receiving head-the sandman from my cold dead hands. #i've hinted at it a lot before and it probably won't be Addressed but. it's there #i think he kind of managed to convince himself that he doesn't like it somewhere along the line #because it made him so uncomfortable to be Not Serving Up The Fantasy #he was like what do i do with my hands??? do i say thank you??? this isn't even fun i'm just scared!!!!!!! #so he just kind of refused it if it ever came up and didn't think twice about it #except it turns out that when he lets himself Feel Things it's not so hard to react naturally. idiot #he likes it a lot :') he might even ask for it some day who knows #abrupt ending but i thought it was funny. #the sandman #x #morphienne #minors dni #lucienne the librarian #morpheus #dream of the endless