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intoxicated-chan · 2 months

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i just read a corruption kink daryl and im feral- PLEASE WRITE

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧❜, 𝐃𝐨𝐧❜𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐞, 𝐈𝐭❜𝐬 𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞

Summary ➳ The second Daryl learned that you were a virgin, all shame flew out the window. Not like he had any to begin with.

(A/n) ➳ Inspired by “Worship Me” by Ari Abdul. I’m feeling more confident in writing smut. Am I an expert? Hell no! But I like it! I hope you guys like it too! This is also a mix of two requests!

Word Count ➳ 860

Content Warnings ➳ Female Reader, perverted Daryl, sexual content, loss of virginity, swearing, pet names (darlin’), titty sucking, oral (F), p-in-v, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP DAMMIT), creampie…

“Ya serious?” Daryl grabbed the sides of your face and forced you to look at him. “C’mon, ya ne’er used ya fingers?”

Daryl hummed. “Why the hell not?”

You shrugged. “Everyone said it would be painful.”

“Ya did nothin’? Anythin’?”

“...Nothin’.” You whispered.

Daryl grinned. “Say it again.”

“Nothin’.”

“Louder.”

“Nothin’!”

Daryl’s hand traveled down your chest, pulling at the buttons of your pants. “Looks like ya can listen.”

Your hands covered your flushed face, your hot breath made everything feel like everything was one fire.

Your back arched off the bed, but Daryl remained on your chest, sucking and biting at one of your nipples while he twisted and pulled at the other.

You whimpered in your hands, a barely audible sound. Your shirt was pushed over your breasts and he laid in between your legs.

You felt his hard on grinding against your soaked cunt. You had tried begging… Hours ago.

But Daryl was so focused on your breasts, they were becoming painfully sore. He refused everytime you tanked at his hair, laughing at your misery that he took pleasure in.

He finally lifted his head, snatching your hands. “Lookin’ pretty.” He mumbled.

He sat up, kicking off his pants and underwear, revealing his cock.

He started to jerk himself off, his other hand sliding down your stomach and slowly rubbed your clothed clit with your thumb.

You let out gasp, looking down to see his hand in between your legs. “F-Fuck.”

“Feel that?” He asked you. “Feelin’ good?”

You attempted to sit up, reaching for his hand which made him stop. “I… I wanna make you feel good.”

He clicked his tongue. “Not tonight darlin’. Not tonight.”

“Please Daryl-” He leaned over and kissed you, shutting you up.

“Ya talk too much.” His hand slid under your underwear. “Jus’ relax, let me do the work.” Daryl pushed you back on the bed. “Jus’ relax.” He repeated.

Your eyes stared at the ceiling, hearing Daryl rip off your underwear, feeling the coldness hit your cunt. His fingers lightly trace the outside of your lips.

Suddenly, you feel him dragging his tongue up the length of your slit, he needed to hold back, no matter how much he wanted to break you.

Fuck, you were delicious and he takes it, he takes all of it. He shoved passed your slit and into the cavern of your cunt, lapping up everything.

He could feel your thighs trembling, your hands coming to his hair as something to pull on as the most pornographic moans left your lips.

It was music to his ears.

He wasn’t going to lie. He has been waiting for this moment for a while now. He watched as some of your clothing would ride up and reveal your skin.

How he would take glances at your cleavage or your ass. And those days where you would wear nothing but your underwear under your skirt and you walked up the stairs, he was always behind, his eyes on your panties.

Daryl withdrew his tongue, wiping his mouth and licking off your remaining essence.

He lined himself up. “Deep breaths baby.” He told you before pushing himself.

He gritted his teeth, fuck, he never imagined for you to be so tight. You were sucking him deeper.

You moaned rather loudly and Daryl felt you clench around him, letting you know you had cum.

You moaned into his ear, your nails digging into his back.

Daryl couldn’t hold back anymore, he was pounding into you, roughly.

He panted, he couldn’t get enough. The way your walls clamp up around him. He heard your moans, how they became higher, weakly hitting your fists on his back.

He couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, he wanted more and more, he wanted you to feel it with him.

You have your legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer to your body,

Yet he was still careful when kissing you, it was soft unlike the sex.

And the room reeked of it, it was hot, filled with the sound of skin slapping and your moans.

Daryl blocked out everything else other than you. His eyes shut, his head resting on the pillow.

He flinched when he felt you planting kisses on his neck, managing to whisper sweet words that weren’t cut off by provocative moans.

With another slam of his hips, everything came crashing down, your next sentence cut off by a scream.

Daryl let out a loud grunt as he released inside of you. You felt him fill you to the brim.

When Daryl pushed himself up and slowly pulled out of you, hearing a wince. He saw some of it oozing out.

He chuckled. “Fuck.” He grabbed the back of your knees to spread him, watching closely.

“Daryl!” You shouted, covering yourself. “Don’t!”

“C’mon, ain’t no reason to be embarrassed.” He commented, letting go of your legs. He got off the bed, helping you sit up. “Any pain?”

“You brutalized my chest.” You hissed, carefully putting on your shirt.

“Couldn’t help maself.” Daryl planted a kiss on your shoulder. “Besides, always been wantin’ to hear ya scream.”

“You’re shameless Dixon.”

“For ya? Always.”

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bunnystalker · 3 months

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feline delight (18+)

albert finds you on the streets. too cute to pass up, he takes you home against your will.

a/n; sorry this took so long! hope it was worth the wait :D

cw; half-alive dove maybe eat, cat hybrid!reader, afab!reader, owner!wesker, kidnapping, captivity, stockholm syndrome, drugging, dubcon/noncon, body betrayal, leashing + collaring, reader doesn't wear underwear, manhandling, breeding kink, wesker likes seeing you in pain sorry, no prep (please prep irl), unsafe sex (p in v, clitoral stimulation, creampie, implied multiple rounds)

tags; @4inchfae @thatgirlgames @whiskers-my-beloved @icecream596

albert never had a penchant for pets, let alone a hybrid like yourself. bringing you in may have been the best thing he'd done in years. you needed a home desperately, regardless of how much you scratched and clawed at him when he'd carried you off to his research facility without so much as an introduction. you hear him rustle around in his pockets with one hand and then, the uncapping of something. before you can look at what it is, a fine needle pierces right into the muscle of your neck. your vision fades within seconds, and you stop scratching.

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you didn't know what to expect, but waking up in a cage clean and clothed hadn't been on your list. you thought you'd surely be dead. but, there you were, with a black long sleeve shirt and skirt, thigh-highs adorning the better half of your legs, and a black leather collar around your neck. looking around, a small bell attached to your collar rings. not moments later, you hear footsteps. you look up at the man who has taken you in- tall, blonde, and very intimidating.

albert crouches before the kennel you're cowering in and looks you over as if he didn't get a good enough look when he bathed you. you hiss quietly and shrink into one of the corners furthest from him, cool metal digging into your back with each attempt to get further away.

behind his shades, his hazel eyes thoroughly examine you. the fear you give off is aromatic with a faintly sweet undertone of something more. gratefulness, perhaps. he did bathe you, clothe you, and put you in a very nice kennel of your own. your collar is a perfect fit, no less, and even though you didn't ask for any of this, it's more than you know what to do with. you've no bruises, no gashes, no injuries. how strange.

he's pondering what to say to get you to calm down. to trust him a little. maybe come out of the kennel, but that would be for later.

"hello." he places a gloved hand on the kennel's top rather carefully, so as not to startle you, and leans in just a bit. his voice is nicer than you would think. a bit nasally, sure, and the accent is cheesy, but he could read you the yellow pages and you wouldn't mind.

"…" your silence makes his jaw clench by a fraction. he'll have to fix that. for now, he'll ease you into things.

"what's your name, little one?"

"haven't got one." you rasp, pulling your knees to your chest and resting your chin atop them. ears flat against your head, your tail swishing- cautious and afraid, you are, and well within your rights to be.

he nods.

"we'll have to fix that, won't we?" he forces a little smile on his lips when you nod. you're not sure why you do when, two seconds ago, you'd have run off if the kennel door was opened. he's smart, he's thought this through. you're not leaving the kennel until you trust him, unbeknownst to you. your tail is ramrod stiff on the cushioned floor of your captivity, and at least he was kind enough to furnish it for you.

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it's hard to trust him even though you know it would be smart to pretend.

he only lets you out to feed you, and from the start, he'd made it clear that if you tried to run, you'd be dead. at the same time, twice a day, he opens the cage for you to crawl out of. he extends his hand to you, looping his gloved fingers around your collar and guiding you to sit by his feet. he links a leather leash through the d-ring attached to your collar and walks you through his home, the environment sterile and hardly lived in.

it's when he puts you in his lap at the dining table and force feeds you that he fills the tense silence. the food itself is good, and you wonder if under different circumstances, you'd want him to be your owner. as you eat, he talks. you are, to some extent, grateful that he feeds you, even if he is only doing the bare minimum.

"have you been good, dear?" he asks, and you nod as per usual. it's rare that you decide to talk.

"good girl." he scratches the spot behind your ear, forcing you to lean into his hand and purr. he chuckles quietly. as he pets you, his stress melts away. you're so cute. a meek, naive little thing that he loves taking care of.

as dinner finishes, he picks you up and keeps you in his arms as he cleans up. you're silent, sedated by the drug he's put in your food, and you're bodering on falling asleep in his arms. a swell of pride of warms his chest as a little snore escapes you, followed by your tail wrapping around his arm.

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day by day, bit by bit, you miss him. he keeps you company when he's not at "work" or whatever that is, he talks to you, he pets you the way you like, and it's nice when you forget about how you got here. the only thing you've come to dislike is the lack of underwear. it's not that he can't afford some, it's that he enjoys your discomfort to a worrisome degree. he likes its easy access, even if he hasn't taken advantage of it (or you) yet.

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he comes around and you find yourself less defensive, thanks to your breeding cycle. you press your face against the bars of your enclosure.

"owner," you whine as he walks past, a spark igniting in your gut. his scent is stronger than it was this morning, and you're hyperaware of the growing warmth filling your body.

"yes, dear?" he stands at his closet, his back to you as he strips himself of his work clothes.

"can i come out?" you paw at the door of your cage, ignoring the rattling noise it causes.

he doesn't respond immediately, letting you stew in your silence for a moment as he finds something more casual to wear. you don't normally ask to come out- this is progress, proof of your trust.

"in a moment. let me get dressed, darling."

it's enough for you to stop whining. your tail swishes happily and your ears perk up when he approaches the cage in grey sweatpants and a black shirt and crouches down to undo the lock to the cage. you practically jump into his arms, purring loud when he wraps his big arms around you and pulls you into his chest.

"thank you." you murmur, nuzzling your cheek against his chest. his smell, like poison, makes you dizzy with desire. the warmth is growing uncomfortable, your ears pinned flat against your head.

he hums in response as he strokes your hair, a purr emanating from the depths of your chest. the heat spreads the more he touches you, pooling between your thighs. he tries not to notice when you rub them together and mewl pathetically.

"is something wrong?" his voice is a match to the flame in your gut.

it's your turn to be silent, trying to even out your breathing despite the overwhelming urge to lean in and take a nice, long whiff of the pheromones he gives off.

"darling, answer me. you know better." he says in a more stern tone, looking down his nose at you.

"… i'm in heat." you state quietly, avoiding his gaze. if you could see his eyes, you're sure they'd be wide and a little bit dark.

"are you, now?" he hoists you up in his arms as he stands, his forearms just under your ass. you're bent slightly over his shoulder. "we'll need to remedy that, won't we, pet?" he chuckles. a chill runs down your spine. just what have you gotten yourself into?

he's not a mean lover, just a little rough. he sets you on his bed and pushes you down with a cold hand to your chest as he moves on top of you. anxiety cools your blood, makes it like ice pushing through your veins.

"wh-what are you…?" he presses a finger to your lips, silencing you, and kisses your cheek.

"i've been waiting a long time for this, darling. it would be wise to avoid making me wait more." there's a threatening undertone to his voice, the burn of discomfort making itself known in your shoulders. he wedges his knee between yours, forcefully parting your thighs so he can trail his hand up them, pinching here and there just to see you flinch, and smooth two fingers along your weeping slit. a hint of a smile makes itself known as you shudder, thighs parting wider to accomodate his hand. his cold digits stop at the very top, feeling for your puffy clit, and rubs slow, tight circles around it.

you hate that it feels good, and you hate yourself for having a breeding cycle. a soft moan leaves you at his light touch, your eyes locked on the hand rubbing your clit. he presses down a little firmer, eliciting a whine from you.

"look, doesn't that feel much better?" he croons, his voice low with his lips so close to your ear. reluctantly, you nod, and that earns you the reward of his fingers rubbing you a little faster. you squirm a little, trying to get more than just surface-level pleasure.

"words."

"y-yes. that feels good, thank you." a hint of malice laces through your tone, but you're grateful for what he's giving you. your face is on fire as only the pathetic wet noises from your cunt fills the air, and you (try to) hide your face in your hands, only to be met with a sharp slap to your cunt. you flinch, the pain subsiding after he continues playing with your cunt. your hands come down from your face and instead grab the sheets.

your stomach tightens, twists into a coil that winds tighter with every pass over your hardened clit. but you can't cum like this, not when your breeding cycle is ongoing.

"owner- p-please, need more." you whine, and albert kisses your cheek as a response, denying you of what you need.

"such a needy thing. fine. you'll get what you want." he takes his hand from your pussy and to the waistband of his sweats, pushing them down rather impatiently, as well as his boxers. weeping, his cock is bright red at the tip from want (how long has he been hard for?) and large. you're worried.

he chuckles at your fear-stricken expression before grabbing your legs and pressing them against your chest.

"be a dear and hold these for me, hm?" he says, and you do as you're told. you hold your legs by the backs of your thighs, pressing them so your knees hit your chest. he strokes himself once, twice to the sight of you spread out for him, your cute cunt drooling. slick drips down your perineum, inviting him.

you watch him slot himself in place, the tip of his long cock dragging through your folds to bump your clit, making you gasp. your entrance clenches around nothing, a pitiful whine leaving you.

"greedy." he shakes his head softly as he lines himself up, and without warning, thrusts himself entirely inside you.

the stretch is worse than you imagined. you flinch away from him, but he grips your thighs and tugs you right back onto his cock. it hurts, and the burn is something you hadn't accounted for. tears prick at your lower lashline. he leans down, his frame practically engulfing yours, and kisses your cheeks.

"don't cry. struggling only makes it worse, you know." he coos, tapping your jaw. you nod softly and wrap your arms around his neck for support, sniffling as the tears trail down the sides of your face. to ease your discomfort, his hand works itself between the two of you again and thumbs at your clit, dulling some of the pain. another moment, and your tears have disappeared.

"y-you can move. m'okay." you mumble to albert's delight. he starts slow, mostly on your behalf, and hisses at just how tight you are around him as he thrusts shallowly into your aching cunt.

the moment you make a noise, he grips your thighs tighter and starts bullying his cock into you quite intensely. the tip of his cock kisses your cervix with every single harsh, downright mean, thrust. he's not doing this for you, and that becomes readily apparent. still, you can't deny that it feels good to be fucked.

albert's quiet, aside from small huffs and hisses of enjoyment. you're so wet, it's making a mess of his lower abdomen and thighs. the lewd slapping of skin on skin combined with your precious mewls and whimpers of pleasure spurr him on, his nails digging into your thighs. his cock brushes against the spongy spot inside you, making you cry out and arch your back off the bed.

"there- a-again, please!" you grab the hand not rubbing your clit and lace your fingers together as the pressure in the pit of your stomach builds and builds, leaving you dumb on your owner's cock. he complies with your request, if not to feel you cum then just to see your pretty face when you do.

he bullies that spot relentlessly, to the point where some of his hair falls in his face. gummy walls squeeze and suck him in more, a loud cry leaving you as you reach your peak. slick gushes from your already crying pussy, thoroughly coating the both of your lower halves. it's dripping from you as he continues pumping into your hole, the schlick noise amplified now.

"w-wait- wait-" you grab the hem of his shirt, but he ignores your protests.

"we're not finished until my precious girl has her cunt filled with cum." he moves your hand away, forcing yourself further into the mating press he's got you in. you can feel every single inch, and how the throb of his dick indicates his climax. a few more sloppy, mean thrusts and he's spilling his seed into you. decidedly, it's a good feeling, and you need much, much more. your heat ceases momentarily, however, as he keeps his cock inside to ensure that nothing leaks out. your tail wraps around his thigh, the end flicking happily.

"i mean filled in every sense of the word, darling." he gathers some of your slick that's coating his lower abdomen on two fingers and pushes them in your mouth, watching with delight as you kitten-lick them clean. a dark grin forms on his pale lips, his length twitching at the sight. it's then that you really give in, that you decide it's better to be this way- fucked full of his cum and brainless. a familiar heat flares in your gut once more.

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onlymingyus · 1 year

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On The Mat

pairing; choi seungcheol (scoups) x afab reader

genre; smut (minor dni)

warnings; filth, unprotected sex, fingering, sex in a public place (though no on is around), lots of banter/bickering, jealousy, jeonghan is an innocent bystander, rough sex, pet names, degrading names, man handling, a wager is made, creampie, dacryphilia, crying (obviously) from pleasure, mention of sex in the shower, and mention of eating food. also me not really understanding jiu jitsu or anything for that matter but trying to make it work.

w/c; 2.9 k and some change

requested; yes

a/n; i went a little crazy with this one, i could have just answered the ask and been simple with it but the pictures also made me feral so here we are. hope you enjoy it. tagging @duhnova and @lipglossjun because it's the law

Your phone dings again making you roll your eyes in faux annoyance. That was the third text from Seungcheol you had received in the time it had taken you to leave your apartment to drive to the gym where he was taking his jiu jitsu lessons. Normally one of his friends would pick him up but today everyone was busy and you had been met with a pouty complaint and even poutier request.

“I don’t want to miss the lesson. I’m working so hard, if you come get me we can get dinner afterwards and go back to your place for the night. Doesn’t that sound nice? I think it does…please baby? I know it’s out of the way for you but I will make it up to you, I promise.”

Those words lingered in your ears when you pulled into the parking lot to find it mostly empty. No one in front of the gym, causing you to frown. He had given you the time to pick him up so surely you weren’t late. Glancing at your phone you swipe through the pictures smiling at the first, raising a brow to the second, then dropping your mouth open to the third.

Your thighs pressing together out of instinct as your eyes scan over the tight shirt that Seungcheol had chosen to wear under his gi, how he was flexing in front of the mirror. Licking your lips in an attempt to calm down, you put your phone into your pocket and slide out of the car making your way to the gym trying to open the door, finding it locked. “Shit…”

Just when you are about to take out your phone and call Seungcheol you see him jogging towards the doors, a smile on his face when he sees you. Seungcheol steps to the side letting you step inside though you gesture to the car then find him gesturing to his gi. “I gotta change baby. Do you want to go to dinner with me in my gi?”

“I–well no, but there’s no one here Cheol. Why haven’t you changed already?” Seungcheol’s fingers slide along yours to hold your hand leading you further into the building. “Because I just finished up a few minutes ago and wanted a chance to wind down on my own, and because I knew you were coming to pick me up.”

Your brows furrow in suspicion causing Seunghcheol to laugh when he meets your gaze. “I missed you, that’s all.” You scoff, digging your phone out of your pocket, waving it at him as you speak, Seungcheol’s smile growing even wider. “Oh I’m fully aware of how much you must have missed me. If you are willing to torture me with pictures. That’s why I thought you were already changed in the first place.”

Reaching for your phone, Seungcheol unlocks it with your code looking over the pictures with a smug look on his face especially when he reaches the photo of him in his t-shirt. “You act like I would wear a shirt that is that tight out of the building.”

Seungcheol raises a brow this time when you scoff, reaching to take your phone back from him, slipping it back into your pocket. “It wouldn’t be the worst idea. You look really good in it, now unless you are going to show me some moves go get cleaned up and changed.” You had been joking but Seungcheol stops in his tracks, a smirk forming on his lips even when you keep walking only to be pulled back towards him. “Would you want me to?”

“Want you to do what? Get changed, yes? I’m hungry and you said we’d go back to my place…you’ve already teased me enou–” You start to finish your sentence when Seungcheol pulls you against his chest, his hands sliding along your sides causing you to squeak out a laugh instead of words.

“We will get food and go back to your place but do you want me to show you some of my moves baby? The mat is right there…I’m getting really good.” Your cheeks begin to burn, you glance around making sure there is no one in the gym before you meet Seungcheol’s eyes causing him to laugh. “There’s no one here…just us.”

Seungcheol’s fingers bunch up your shirt so that his fingernails can scratch lightly at your sides causing you to let out a soft sigh when you tilt your head. “I’m stronger than you think.” The smirk on his lips spreads into a full smile when Seungcheol tilts his head moving his hands to yours walking backwards towards the mat. “Then we will put a wager on it. If you can pin me down then I will treat you to dessert.”

His hands falling from yours, Seungcheol leans down to untie your shoes glancing up at you when you scoff out his name. “Hm? You don’t want dessert?” Of course you did, he knew that you loved sweet things. “What do you get if you pin me down?” You watch mischief flash over Seungcheol’s eyes, his hands running over your calves down to your ankles before he helps you out of your shoes.

“To have my way with you.” When your thighs press together instinctively, his voice dropping an octave, Seungcheol smirks, raising a brow at your movement. “Don’t get weak at the knees already, Y/N. You are stronger than I think, right?” Stepping away, Seungcheol bites at his lip, tightening the belt of his gi.

“Is it really fair that I’m going to be dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and you get that?” Seungcheol laughs at your words, his eyes following you when you step on to the mat. You were stalling and he knew it. “Mm, if you are as good as you think you are it won’t matter what you are wearing. I remember plenty of times you pinning me down with your thighs. Course I let it happen and you were usually sitting on my face.”

His words catch you off guard causing you to gasp, you start to speak telling him how it isn’t far to dirty talk during a fight but Seungcheol’s arm is under your thigh, his other behind your head and you are on the mat before you can speak. “Hi.”

Looking up at the man, you catch your breath shocked at how quickly a man with such girth moved. “That…that wasn’t fair. You cheated you, big oaf.” A laugh slips from Seungcheol’s lips, his nose brushing along cheek to your ear where he takes in a breath of your shampoo before speaking. “All if fair in love and war bab–”

A groan takes over the end of his sentence when you use your free leg to brush between his legs agreeing to his statement. Seungcheol’s arm relaxing on your leg allows you to move so you can quickly pin him to the mat resting over his hips but only briefly when he stares up at you. “I’d say that was more cheating than what I did.”

Without much effort, Seungcheol lifts your hips with his, tilting you backwards, as his hands grab your wrists. Using his momentum he pushes you over, putting you on your back on the mat with a small thud - a small exhale of breath leaving your lips. “And this one was completely fair.”

You struggle against his grip arching your body towards his only to laugh a moment later realizing there was no way you were going to move unless he allowed it. “Fuck…when did you get so strong Cheol?” A smirk spreads across the man’s lips at your words while he leans down to brush them against yours to speak. “I told you I’ve been working hard, but I also just don’t use it to my advantage with you often. Why? Do you like it when I do?”

Your stomach sucking in with anticipation at wanting him to kiss you, Seungcheol leans back when you try to meet his lips, a laugh warm against your cheek instead when you finally answer him. “God…yeah I do.” His brows furrowing, Seungcheol had known you liked it, he could tell but hearing you say it was a different thing altogether.

“Fuck…yeah? Well I won.” You didn’t need him to tell you that, impatiently you lift your hips towards his, causing Seungcheol to groan against your neck when you grind against his already hard cock. “Then do something about it, or I’ll leave you here and go home.” Seungcheol laughed at your impatience, how sassy you were getting. His hands slide along your arms, moving to his knees between your legs so he can sit up in front of you.

“Patience baby…don’t make me fuck some respect into you.” When you scoff, Seungcheol laughs again, his hands loosening his belt so he can pull off the top half of gi tossing it to the side causing you to moan at the sight in front of you. His muscles hard under the tight gray t-shirt, each movement visible under the fabric. “Jesus Christ…I don’t want you wearing that anywhere anyone else can see it.”

“Why?” Seungcheol’s eyebrow shot up, amusement in his tone at your sudden change of heart. “Because you look like a fucking whore Cheol.” A gasp leaves your lips when Seungcheol’s hand collides with the side of your leg though your jeans. His fingers digging at your flesh underneath while he leans back over you to connect his lips to your neck sucking softly between words.

“I’m the whore? You are the one under me Princess.” One roll of your hips towards him grants you another groan and his hands back on your body, clothes finally being removed. “Who wanted me here? I could have waited, you are the one who needs a lesson in patience. Such a pretty little whore.”

“God, you need something in your mouth.” You laugh when Seungcheol tosses your bra over his head not caring where it lands, his fingers sliding up your throat to your chin and finally two into your mouth giving you something to suck on while he kicks his pants off along with his briefs. “Maybe I am needy today, but you’ve been on my mind all fucking day. Then I found out I got to see you…put yourself in my position. All wound up and finally getting to see your sexy ass.”

Biting around his fingers gently, you moan feeling Seungcheol’s free hand slide between your thighs once he has removed the rest of your clothing. The tips of his fingers brush over wet folds making him mutter your name into the air, his eyes locked on yours as he pushes his fingers deeper into your mouth causing you to gasp around them.

“That’s a good girl, get ‘em nice and wet so I can fuck you with them. Have to get you ready for my cock don’t I?” Your eyes closing when you gag around his fingers only to have him pull them back letting you gasp for a breath, Seungcheol watches you smirk and suck on your bottom lip. “You are so gross Cheol.”

The man smiles, his wet fingers taking the place of his other hand when he moves to his side watching your body jerk at the sudden contact. “Am I? I think you like it. Keep your legs open or I’ll pin them open. You know I can.” A moaning whine leaves your lips, Seungcheol’s arm moving so he can work two of his fingers into your waiting pussy. Your hand wrapping around his forearm at how full you suddenly feel knowing it was only the beginning.

“Fucking tight…always so tight. How fast can you cum for me?” You didn’t realize it was a competition but when Seungcheol asks the question, you aren’t given time to answer it. His fingers are buried deep while his thumb works in tight circles around your clit eliciting a high pitched moan to fall from your lips.

“I think I can get you there in the matter of seconds if I want to. I know every inch of you.” Now you wanted him to shut up, you wanted him to put something in his mouth but there was no way you were going to think of coherent words or full sentences while your hips rolled over his hand and he pushed you towards your orgasm so quickly.

The sounds of your wet pussy filling the room were music to Seungcheol’s ears, his cock resting against his thigh twitching and leaking heavily wanting to be inside of you. “Please!” A single word from you causes a groan to escape Seungcheol’s mouth, his eyes falling on your face when you fall over the edge cumming around his fingers hard. Your thighs close around his hand no matter how hard you try to keep them open but Seungcheol doesn’t stop thrusting his fingers into you until tears are rolling towards your hair.

“Fuck…there you go. So fucking pretty.” Out of breath, trying to think clearly, you open your eyes to watch Seungcheol suck his fingers clean. Your legs are still shaking while you lift your hand to run it under your eyes to start to push away the tears of pleasure only to be stopped by a hand on your wrist. “Leave them…I plan on fucking you so hard you are going to cry again.”

You whine out a laugh, Seungcheol’s hand moving to your leg as he moves between your thighs. His hand sliding your knee to his hip while he positions the head of his cock at your dripping entrance teasing you by pushing it only slightly and pulling back. “You are such an asshole. I can’t stand you.”

“And you are a liar. I love you and I know that you love me, so tell me the truth and I’ll keep my promise and fuck you.” Leaning down, Seungcheol brushes his lips over yours so sweetly you almost want to melt despite the earlier treatment from him being the polar opposite. “Fuck you…I love you. If you don’t fuck me right now I swear to god I’ll call Jeonghan and get him to fuck ME!”

Jealousy was one of Seungcheol’s many traits and one that you used rarely against him but hearing you say Jeonghan’s name and that you’d have him fuck you instead sent your boyfriend over the edge. With one swift motion he pushes into you hard and deep, taking your breath away causing the last word of your sentence to lift almost to a crying moan. “And I’ll kick his ass for you even thinking about him. You are mine, this pussy is mine…”

Seungcheol’s mind was on fire at your words, how you could even think about Jeonghan in a time like this, with his cock inside of you. He would just have to fuck those thoughts right out of you. With a thrust that sent you into the mat causing you to cry out his name, your eyes closing so tightly you squeezed out more tears, Seungcheol thought he was achieving that goal.

“Yeah baby? That what you wanted? My cock buried in this sweet little pussy? Who’s it belong to?” Your fingernails leave bright red streaks along Seungcheol’s arms as you try to hold on to him for some way to keep yourself mentally grounded. Even with his firm flesh under your touch you start to lose yourself to the pleasure. “Fuck, please! Please? Don’t stop…”

He had no intention of stopping, he was so close to his own climax and with how you were clenching around him he knew you were close too. Burning his face in the crook of your neck, Seungcheol latches his mouth onto your throat sucking a deep red spot marking you when you fall apart on his cock. The sound of your whimpers and moans sending his mind into a tailspin, the feeling of your nails against his back sending him over the edge after you.

Seungcheol only pulls back placing his hand on the mat so he can lean back to watch himself fuck his cum back into you. His eyes move between watching the white ring form around the base of his cock and the tears run down your face while you moan his name like a prayer. “That’s right, you’re mine. So fucking beautiful. Love you so fucking much. God…I could fill you up again.”

“Oh my god…you really are a whore.” Your words are whispered on a soft breath making Seungcheol laugh. Carefully pulling from you, he leans down to press a kiss to your chest working his lips up to yours before muttering against them. “You might be right, but that just means I’m a whore for you. You make me crazy.”

Lifting your leg, you drape it over his hips sighing against his lips. “You made me all sticky and you made me cry.” Seungcheol smirks on your lips before leaning to kiss your cheeks collecting your tears on his lips. “Mm I fucked you too good and there is a shower here. I can keep my promise and fill you up again.”

Groaning in faux disgust, you watch Seungcheol stand up extending a hand down to help you stand. “You promised me food Choi Seungcheol, not your dick. I can’t eat your dick.” The smirk widens on your boyfriend’s lips making you smack his hand away and for him to laugh loudly. “I’m just saying, you could…in a way. I’ll get you food, come on grumpy. Come shower with me and I’ll show you how good my balance has gotten off the mat.”

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jadedrrose · 9 months

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Not virgin law per say buuuuuut imagine law pillow humping and y/n catching him and just watching finding it super hot (because it would be) extra hot with him moaning their name

THIS IDEA HAS ME 😫🥴 omfg this is so hot to me I’m sorry. Is that weird?? Whatever idc. I love this idea so much. Also I kept him as a virgin in this lol

Warnings: smut, g/n reader, no pronouns or body parts (other than thighs) described!

This was a new low for Law. It was pathetic, humiliating, and disgusting. He’d always viewed doing things like this as gross, and now he was a hypocrite.

And to think this was all your fault.

Law had become so desperate for your touch, and yet due to still being a virgin, he was too scared to confess that he was ready. But the urge was growing stronger and stronger by the day, and it was becoming impossible to ignore what he wanted- needed. What he so desperately craved.

But his pride wouldn’t allow him to just talk to you. Asking you out all those months ago was one thing, something he was nearly too scared of doing. But to tell you he lusted for you? It sounded impossible.

So with Law’s stubbornness, combined with the sinful desperation he felt, he’d resorted to… this.

His hand wasn’t enough. He’d tried for an agonizing amount of time, but it didn’t feel like you. You were soft and plushy in some spots, something he’d always found so hot about you. Your thighs that he wished to lay his head between, among other parts he wanted to touch, was what he really wanted. But still, he was too scared to ask you. If his hand wouldn’t work, then, well, the closest thing he could get to compared your soft skin was a pillow.

It was late, everyone who wasn’t on duty was asleep by now, and you were on watch duty tonight- there was no reason for Law to be paranoid about somebody finding him in such a vulnerable state. He’d already thrown his hoodie off long ago, and now he’d shed himself of his jeans to get better access. Though he left his boxers partially on, so that in the event somebody walked in… he’d at least get some coverage.

It was wrong and filthy, but Law couldn’t help himself anymore. Your pillow was left on his bed, the scent of you still lingering on it. Feeling disgusted with himself, Law brought your pillow between his legs, trapping it between his thighs. Now sitting on it, his cock laid against it, pleasantly squished into the softness of the pillow. Slowly, he brought his hips backwards, gripping the pillow so tightly he might tear it. As he pushed forwards, Law let out a hiss, already feeling as though he could cum at any second.

The fact he was using your pillow like this, to get himself off on, was thrilling. Law could feel his face burning with shame, but it was too late to stop now. He repeated the action, continuously rolling his hips back and forth, pushing his hard, aching cock against the pillow.

Body shaking, Law sped his movements up and pressed as hard as possible into the pillow, heavy panting falling from his hung-open mouth. He thought about how shameful this was, he was so pathetic right now, fucking himself into your pillow. What would you think of this? Would you be mad? Or would you be turned on? Whatever the result was, the thought of you catching him caused his body to jolt, his hips twitching as he nearly came.

Letting out a quiet moan, Law bit down on his lip, trying to prevent anymore embarrassing noises from escaping. But his attempts were futile, as he cursed and whimpered, before he called out your name in a long, desperate moan.

“F-fuck, y/n…”

Feeling closer and closer to orgasm, Law thrusted into the pillow and rutted against it harshly, calling your name out more and more. His body burned as he humped your pillow, the nails of his fingers digging into the fabric. He was sweating, head filled with lewd thoughts about you. He whined your name again, voice breaking as his hips shuddered, he was going to cum all over your pillow.

“Law, what’re you up to, baby?”

Your voice shocked him, made his brain short circuit. You’d caught him. But instead of scattering to pull his boxers up and throw your pillow away from his body; he ended up thrusting into it once more, hot, sticky white seed spilling out of his cock. He cried your name, helpless, pathetic moans falling from his lips. His head hung backwards, his dark messy hair sticking to his forehead as his chest heaved, body trying to calm down from the intense orgasm.

You decided to approach him as he kneeled over your pillow, seeming too exhausted to hide from you.

Cupping the side of his face with one hand, you used the other to brush his hair away. With a smirk, you placed a kiss onto his wet lips, swallowing the now much more quiet moans that left him.

With a wet, loud pop, you pulled away from his mouth, strings of saliva sticking between the two of you. “Law, why didn’t you just tell me you were ready?”

“I-I was too n-nervous,” he stuttered, face now burning with embarrassment rather than lustful heat. “How l-long- were you… watching?”

You continued to smirk down at him, lustfully gazing at him as you ran a hand through his hair. “Just a couple minutes. But I enjoyed the little show. It was very hot.”

His eyes widened and he tried looking away from you out of shame, but you wouldn’t let him. Bringing his face back to yours, you kissed him again before saying;

“Why don’t you use me next time, though?”

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hoes-love-lani · 2 months

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Not What It Looks Like Pt. 1

Request: Omg Lani, I’m so fucking high rn and I gots an idea. What about a ghostface Amber fic where she breaks into r’s house as ghostface. I kinda want it to be like in scream 1996 with Tatum where r goes: “don’t kill me Mr ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel.” But like ghostface/amber spares them for s*x in return. And then r finds out it’s Amber bc of the way ghostface is fucking them. ITS A LOT, I KNOW BUT I FEEL LIKE IM COOKING UP SOMETHING HERE- (anyway, I love your work ;3, keep doing yo shi bsf)

Pairing: Ghostface!Amber x fem!reader

Summary: Ghostface breaks into r’s apartment, fearing for her life, r would do anything to survive.

Warning: Ghostface, breaking in, red text color is ghostface talking, set in scream 5 but with certain characters added from scream 6🤓

A/n: okay Walter white, I see you cooking up something other than that weed :3 I love this request tho, istg I gotta get high more often to create ideas this good LMAO! No but seriously, this sounds amazing and thank you for asking me to write this! (Plus, I find it funny that you censored sex)

You were at your friend Tara’s dorm with the rest of your friend group, playing uno and getting drunk. You were sat down between Tara and your girlfriend Amber. She rested her hand on your thigh as she watched the game, sipping on her beer.

“Uno!” You raised your hands in the air as a sign in victory, the rest of the group groaning and slamming their cards down onto the wooden dining table.

As you cheered and gloated in front of everyone’s face, the news on the TV started blaring, the siren blaring in your ears.

“Breaking News: Blackmore University film student by the name of Jason Carvey was found brutally stabbed in his dorm. The mutilated body of his roommate, Gary Bruckner, has been found crammed inside the fridge. A bloody Ghostface mask was found on the scene, police ran a DNA test and concluded that the mask belonged to Billy Loomis,”

“The infamous Ghostface of Woodsboro,” You and the group finished the sentence in unison. After the Woodsboro attack, the group moved to New York to live a “normal life”

But it looks like the plans gone to shit.

Amber reached over for the remote and shut the TV off. When you looked at her, her expression was stone cold, her jaw clenched as she stared at the blank screen. You originally thought it was from shock, but there was something in the way her lips pursed too hard that made it seem odd.

“It’s probably not even Ghostface this time, just some random looking for a thrill.” Mindy said as she got up to grab another beer.

“I’m sorry, Catherine Obvious, but have you been here for the past year?” Chad waved his hand in front of Mindy’s face when she sat down. “It’s obviously him… they followed us.” He leaned back his chair, drumming his fingers on his arm.

The room was silent for a moment, everyone taking in the information that no one wanted to hear.

“We need to go.” Sam stared down in the middle of the table, her eyes burning holes into the colorful Uno cards.

“Psh, Sam, it’ll be fine. Don’t be dramatic.” Amber smirked as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder, her attitude completely different than what it was 10 seconds ago.

Sam threw a death-glance at Amber, about to cuss her out before Anika spoke up,

“Yeah, I think we’ll be fine. If anything, we have cute boy across the street to help us.” Anika smirked as Sam’s face grew a bright red, muttering something under her breath before beelining to her room.

“Well. I say we call it a night.” Chad said as he stretched his arms over his head.

Everyone agreed and collected their belongings while Mindy was (rightfully) the one to help clean up everything.

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Amber had her arm wrapped around your waist as she walked you back to your dorm. When you arrived, Amber softly kissed your cheek as her other hand traveled up your shoulder, her fingers digging into your skin.

“Be safe, y/n. I can’t handle another one of Sam’s hour-long speeches about sticking together.”

You softly chuckled as she swept a strand of hair from your face. “I’ll try. But if anything happens, I’ll call you. Goodnight, Amber.” You softly squeezed her arm before letting go, entering your dorm as you blew her a kiss.

You locked the door behind you, placing your phone and keys on the entryway table. You stretched your arms above your head, your muscles tense from the game and a pounding headache from the news and the amount of alcohol in your system.

You walked into your bedroom, taking off your shoes before grabbing a pair of pajamas and heading to the bathroom, your steps slow and relaxed.

The hot water of the shower rained down on you, your muscles relaxing from the aroma of the lavender bodywash that Amber bought for you. The soap suds ran down your curves, collecting at the foot of the shower before being washed away.

When you finished and wrapped yourself in a towel, you walked to the sink to brush your teeth. The spearmint toothpaste lingered in your mouth before being replaced with the strong taste of the cool mint mouthwash you spat out into the sink.

You put in a black bra and a pair of black panties before grabbing your pajamas. The blue cotton antic stuck to your damp body as you pulled the shirt over your head and stepped into the matching pants.

You threw your dirty clothes into the weaven laundry hamper, the bin rocking against the wall for a split second.

You sat down in front of your vanity, grabbing your brush and running it through the knots in your hair. The brush caught on one particularly big knot in your hair. As you struggled to brush it out, the landline that was sitting on your bedside table started ringing.

“Unknown Number”

The words flashed on the tiny screen as the ringing filled the room.

Once you brushed out the tangle, you reached over to press the “accept” button on the landline.

“Hello? Y/n speaking. ” You called out as you ran a hand through your hair.

“Hello? Is Maria there?” The voice on the other line was adenoidal and croaky.

Maria was your roommate who was currently out of town, visiting her parents.

“No, she’s not available. Might I ask who this is?”

“I’m Joey. I’m in her trig class” The caller cleared their throat.

“Oh yeah? Joey from trigonometry. How come I’ve never heard of you, Joey from trigonometry?” You smirked as you teased the poor person on the other line.

“You sound exactly like how she describes you.”

“She talks about me?

“I don’t think I can really talk about that.”

“What does she say about me?”

“She says that you’re creative. You love reading and TV and movies.”

“Lots of people love movies.”

“Yeah, but she says you love scary movies and that you guys have that in common.”

“She told me the other day, she wonders…” The voice trailed off for a moment before continuing.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

Your ear perked up as you faced the landline, the bright green color of the screen stared at you, blinking the numbers over and over again.

“Well, I really liked “X”. It’s great representation of the psycho-biddy genre.”

“Sounds kinda boring to me. Have you ever seen Stab?”

“Once, i think. At a sleepover when I was, like, 12.”

“You lived in Woodsboro when you were a kid and you don’t know Stab?”

Now that, caught your attention. No one exceopt for the rest of the group knew you were from Woodsboro. You picked up the phone, pulling it to your ear as you made your way back into the living room to grab your cell.

“How’d you know I lived in Woodsboro?”

The voice on the other line was replaced by heavy breathing and the sound of rummaging.

“This isn’t fucking funny, Amber.”

“I told you, this isn’t Amber. But you’re looking particularly fetching tonight. Those blue pajamas really fit you.”

“What do you want?” You grabbed your phone and pulled up the dial button, as you pressed in the 9 and 1, the voice boomed again.

“Stop right there, y/n. You call the cops, you die. You hang up the phone, you die. It’s not hard getting into your dorm. Especially when you leave your window unlocked.”

That’s when you felt the slight breeze behind you. As you turned around, you saw that the living room window was wide open, the wind flowing with the curtains.

You bolted to the window, slamming it shut and locking it. You ran into your room, locking the door behind you.

The voice came on the landline again, “Come on, y/n… Don’t be shy, come and find me…”

You searched every nook and cranny in your room, carefully making sure there was no sign of Ghostface here.

When you searched under your bed, you found a bloody Ghostface mask, more blood stuck to your hands the longer you held it… it was easy to recognize this one too…

Mickey Alteri

The 2nd Ghostface

“What the fu-,” was all you could manage to get out before you heard the doors of your closet adjacent to the bed, crashing open. A black-robed figure sprinting at you was the last thing you saw before being tackled to the ground by Ghostface. A knife was pressed against your throat from the person above you, the voice changer crackled with every heavy breath.

“Surprise, y/n.”

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squirmhoney · 1 year

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His Little Sister

A/N: Why do I think of this stuff? Also modern AU Warnings: Incest. Dub con. Cockwarming. Orgasm denial. Smut. Perv! Aegon 18+ Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader (sister) Word count: 1.2K

Master List Part Two

"Aegon," you whined, pouting down at him.

Your cunt clenched around him, trying to find some sort of pleasure as you sat on his lap. He was buried deep inside you, keeping you as his little cock warmer on the couch. You had practically drenched his thighs from the endless teasing and you hated it. Hated how badly you liked it, how badly you craved your brother just to fuck your already.

"Just stay still," Aegon said, slapping your ass when you squeezed him again. "I'm trying to play a game and you're distracting me."

If only your mother could see you now, she would of never had left you alone in the house for a week with Aegon. However, Alicent hadn't realised Aegon's behaviour change towards you since he moved back home.

No one except you had seen the changes. Aegon was constantly touching you inappropriately, brushing his fingers over your tits by "accident", pressing himself against you by the kitchen counter as he rubbed his hard on between your ass cheeks. He constantly wanted cuddles, using the excuse to let his hands travel under your clothes so he could grab your ass cheeks under your sleep shorts.

It wasn't that you didn't like it, no in fact you loved it, but it was so wrong. He was your big brother and he was not meant to fuck you.

But as soon as Aegon realised you'd both be in the house alone for a week, he pounced on you. Since then he's made you stay naked for the last three days so he can fuck himself into you at any moment he could get. Your body ached from it all but you really didn't want it to stop.

"Aegon, please," you pleaded in a soft voice, grinding yourself down on him. You were desperate for some release, for him to let you move but Aegon was enjoying the mess you were becoming on his lap.

"Fuck." Aegon threw the controllers on the other end of the couch, groaning as he leaned back. You moved your head from over his shoulder, now looking at him with glassy eyes. "I lost my game because of you, Y/N."

"The game is finished?" You asked, eyes looking down at him with hope.

His eyes darkened, hand grabbing your face in a rough grip, fingers digging into your cheek. "Did you not hear me?" Aegon thrusted up into you, making you moan into him. "You made me lose my game, sister."

"I'm sorry." You knew that a punishment was coming and you really didn't want it but Aegon never cared.

"Sorry isn't good enough." Aegon grabbed your hips pulling them up to slam himself back in there again. "I was really enjoying that game." He tutted, letting go of your face as he thought for a second. "No cumming until I say so."

"Please." You were practically crying, shaking your head. "Please, let me cum. I can't take it any longer."

"Oh please let me cum big brother," Aegon said in a high pitch voice mocking you. He started to fuck up into you holding you up with your thighs as you whimpered on top of him. "Complete change of tune with you. What was it you said two days ago? About how wrong this was. How I shouldn't fuck my little sister."

"It is wrong," you told him, matching his thrusts as you bounced on top of him. You held onto his shoulders for support, helping you set a fast rhythm.

"How about this?" Aegon's hands started to fondle your breasts, loving the way they were bouncing as you fucked yourself on his cock. "I'll let you cum if..." his fingers twisted your nipples, making you gasp. "...you only refer to me as your brother."

"Aegon that's so twisted." You swear you were leaking from his words, feeling yourself clench around him once more with pure need.

Clearly he knew he was sick and twisted. Aegon loved the fact he was so awful, corrupting his sweet little sister so he could fuck her senseless. But Aegon could also see how much you liked it, chuckling menacingly at how you were so reactive to each of his words. Such a mess as you became cock drunk on top of him.

"Don't tell me you don't love it," Aegon laughed, hands pushing you further down on to his lap. His thick cock filled you up, like nothing you had experienced before. "You love the way your brother makes you feel. You leaked all over my thighs because you are so wet, probably got it on the couch too."

"Gods I need to cum so badly." You were so whiny and desperate, hoping he'd just give in and let you cum if you begged him enough. "Please just let me cum, Aegon."

He loved it when you begged but Aegon knew he could get you to say it and he liked seeing all the things you would do for him if you were desperate enough. "You know what you need to do."

"Please let me cum big brother," you pleaded, still riding him like your life depended on it. "Let me cum please. I want to cum for my brother."

Aegon held your hips up, fucking up into you at a relentless pace that had your legs shaking. "You're such a good little sister." His cock was hitting the soft spot inside you, bringing you closer to the edge as all you could do was squeal and moan on top of him. "This pussy is meant for me, I swear it."

"Ae-Brother, I think I'm going to cum," you told him, basically asking him for permission.

Aegon smiled mischievously at this, continuing his antics as his thrusts became harder. All you could hear in the room was your skin slapping against his and how your cunt squelched with every thrust he gave you.

You were so close to the edge, knowing that at any moment you would reach your climax. Aegon could tell with how your cunt squeezed him for dear life, trying to milk him dry. That's when Aegon stopped, pushing you right down and holding you still on top of him.

Your eyes widened as you looked at him, trying to move your hips to chase your climax. But he had taken it from you and it was slipping away with every moment you were being forced to keep still on his lap.

"I'm still mad at you for making me lose my game," Aegon said with a wide grin, hand reaching for the controller again. "So if you can sit there like a good little sister and not move, then I'll let you cum."

"Aegon," you cried, tears falling down your cheeks.

He slapped your ass cheek, smoothing it with his hand afterwards. "What did I ask you to refer me to?"

"Brother," you replied.

"That's my good little sister."

You didn't understand how he did it, going back to playing his game as he ignored you. His cock practically throbbing inside of your pussy, clearly needing his own release.

But Aegon liked this control he had on you, making you need him desperately. He was enjoying you squirm around on his cock, being his little fuck toy as he used you in any way he wanted to.

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randomshyperson · 2 years

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Elizabeth Olsen x Reader - Sinful Suit

Summary: Reader and Lizzie have some fun after Doctor Strange Premiere. | Warnings: (+18), pure smut, bottom!lizzie, oral (r giving), fingering, short of rough sex (clothe ripping and rush).

A/N: I thought about taking a break and then Lizzie Olsen walked out of the house wearing that suit and I almost had a stroke. A gift to you (and to me as well honestly) about what everyone wanted to do.

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Lizzie was having a good time watching you struggle.

Thighs pressed together instinctively, breath hitching every time you met her gaze - or rather tried to hold it before descending to her collarbone and the opening of her suit.

You were behaving yourself though.

Polite smiles, decent answers, and well-mannered hands throughout the event.

Even hours ago, during the preparation where you nearly melted to the floor when you saw her in her event attire, something like a whimper escaping your lips accompanied by a 'holy fuck' that made her stomach fill with butterflies and a shy smile form in her lips, even there, you did nothing more than kiss her cheek. A hand gave a gentle squeeze behind her back, whispering in her ear that she looked stunning before you turned away to get ready as well.

At the premiere, you acted as if everything was under control, and you weren't about to combust - Lizzie could feel how warm your skin was when you entwined your hands to hers, or buried your face in her neck between one break and the next - and stayed by her side the entire time. Even while the movie was on, and just for a little torment she put her hand on your thigh, you did nothing more than interlock your fingers and offer her a small smile.

But that was hours ago. Lizzie was watching you out of the corner of her eye - a warm feeling in her chest - as you cheerfully told her, or rather complimented her even though you were also in the movie, all the way to her house.

The actress was almost beginning to believe that your comment that you couldn't wait to rip that suit off her had been forgotten when just after she opened the door, your hands closed around her waist. Lizzie heard the door slam at the same second that she was pressed against the wood - a surprised gasp dying on her lips as your mouth met hers in a hungry kiss.

She grunted in satisfaction, your hands rushing and not at all gentle, groping their way inside her suit as your tongue devoured her, sliding in and making her moan. The blonde overpowered the kiss as she tangled your hair between her fingers, but gasped as she felt your palms close on her breasts.

"This suit is sinful." You almost complained or complimented she couldn't tell, not when your lips were making their way down her jaw and neck, marking the skin not so slightly, your fingers stimulating her nipples until they hardened enough and she shuddered, something between a moan and a whimper escaping her lips. “Take it off, Lizzie.” You demanded, but you didn't wait, your hands forcing the jacket open. She heard the ripping - expensive clothes ruined - but she didn't have time to complain, your hands worked their way down the front of her pants, and faster than she could keep up, your fingers sank into her pussy.

"Fuck baby!" she moaned loudly as she closed her eyes tightly, feeling your fingers find a rhythm along her folds. Thumb pressing against her clit as your mouth returned to hers. She couldn't keep the kiss when your free hand found the back of her thigh and pulled up, Lizzie taking her cue to entwine against your waist, feeling you press your body against hers, and the newly added depth the position allowed made her whimper.

"So wet." You grunted in satisfaction as you thrust your fingers inside her hard, so deep that each time you slid in Lizzie choked on her own breath, the walls clenching your fingerprints. "Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?"

She could only moan in response, her hands found a position on your lower back, and her nails dig into your flesh as you thrust inside her. At that pace and intensity, Lizzie didn't even try to hold back, she knew she couldn't, after all those tense hours between the two of you, she was craving some relief. And her orgasm came hard, intense, and high-pitched, overwhelming her mind with suffocating arousal. You muffled her loud moan with your own mouth, stroking her thigh with your thumb while your fingers moved more gently as she dripped in your hand.

"So eager." She mocked breathlessly, feeling you chuckle softly against her lips.

"You have no idea." You retorted before removing your fingers, missing the soft sigh she let out because you were lowering your body. Her thigh, previously against your waist, was placed on your shoulder. Lizzie barely had time to realize what you were doing before she threw her head back, a deep moan escaping as she felt your mouth met her pussy.

"Y/N, fuck! Can't I even catch a break?" She tried affectedly, but one of her hands steadied itself in your hair, making sure you weren't going anywhere.

You, on the other hand, offered her nothing more than a grunt, the vibration making her shudder, being still sensitive from the last orgasm. Your tongue moved leisurely at first - giving her the damn break she wanted - while teasing her clit with a little pressure before moving down to her folds, tasting her, and spreading her cum all over. But suddenly you hummed - ever so impatiently - and sank in, devouring her with delight, and Lizzie whimpered, the pressure in her lower abdomen ready to explode again.

She instinctively met the rhythm of your tongue with her hips, and this seemed to encourage you to go faster and deeper. Lizzie almost screamed, her body betraying her as her next orgasm approached, but you steadied your hands behind her thighs, head buried between her legs. You moaned too as she came into your mouth, licking her clean and humming in pure blast at her taste - a warm wave of arousal in the pit of your belly while you did it - until the stimulation was too much and Lizzie gave you a gentle tug on the hair on the back of your neck, whimpering softy.

You chuckled satisfied as you pulled away, and the woman felt a new sharp wave of arousal as she saw you on your knees, face resting on her thigh as one hand caressed her skin, the evidence of her climax dripping down your chin.

"You look so fucking gorgeous like this." She commented with her breathing out of rhythm, her legs still tingling. She let one of her hands linger on your face, caressing your cheek. You offered her a mischievous chuckle.

"On my knees for you?" you retorted good-naturedly, making her smile too as she nodded. "Best place to be if you want my opinion."

"I quite agree." She retorted in the same tone, fingers moving to collect the rest of her evidence. They returned to your mouth, and her breath hitched as you suck in without hesitation, dark eyes staring back at her. "Fuck me."

"Can we continue this in our bedroom, Miss Olsen?" You asked somewhat breathlessly and impatiently, your free hand giving her thigh a gentle squeeze. Lizzie nodded almost immediately, and you tried to stand up properly, arms closing around her waist to carry her.

But the way you kissed her next, Lizzie got the impression that you two wouldn't make it past the hallway.

#elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #elizabeth olsen x yn #wanda x reader

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theravenclawlover · 2 years

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🎃Kinktober Day 18🎃

Day Prompt: Glory hole/shotgunning/somnophilia (I didn't like any of the prompts for this particular character, therefore I opted for using one from Day 20 instead).

Word Count: 1,762

Warnings: +18 (MDNI), unprotected sex, female reader, double penetration, overstimulation, edging, squirting, and my shit writing and my grammar of course.

A/N: somewhat longer than intended but for some reason, it came out this long and rather poetic? I don't even know, man. I know I'm hella late and could leave the days missed, but I won't because my mind won't let me. It's just been hectic ngl.

Loki x F!Reader

You were nervous, like down-right-to-your-toes nervous. You had asked for it, repeatedly, to Loki until he finally decided to give in and entertain your whims. It had been innocent enough, you wanted to add anal to your times in bed even if he didn’t fuck your ass. As long as his fingers or a toy were in you, your orgasm came to you as easy as flipping a switch. So when you got more curious, you brought it up.

“Loki, how realistic are your umm doubles?” you asked while you two were having dinner. Something he had suggested from one of those cooking books you’ve got but only collect dust.

“I’d say they’re very realistic, hard to tell the difference if any,” he said, cleaning his mouth with the napkin. A hand grabbed his wine glass. “Why you ask, love?”

“Just curious,” you shrugged. “But, umm, were someone touch ‘em, would it feel real?”

Loki took a few sips of his wine, silence fell, and it was heavy like the food now sat on your stomach as you waited with batted breaths.

“With big numbers, it’s almost impossible to make my echoes more than that, they will be only that: echoes. Mirror versions of myself, touch would only make them fade,” he said.

“Have you ever tried to make them, you know, tangible?” you inquired innocently. Loki put his glass down in a slow manner as his eyes scanned you over, trying to see through you. You swallowed the saliva that had collected in your mouth.

“When I was younger, when I began perfecting the mirror image, I managed to perfect only one. It takes arduous work to make something tangible, small things are easy, and bigger things are a lot more complicated. But I haven’t tried to do it in a while,” he said. A moment of pensive silence fell, and he looked at you again. “I believe I could do it now. Make a very much realistic version of me.”

It hadn’t taken much later for him to figure out what your intentions had been.

“You want me to create a mirror image of myself so he and I can fuck you at the same thing, don’t you?”

He’d hit the nail. Loki had teased you endlessly about the idea, he’d even brought it up while he’d been fucking you, balls deep inside of you as he told you all he would do to you when the day came. You’d had cum so hard you blacked out.

And as the days came and went, you were itching to see when Loki would do good on his promise, you a constant alarm and reminder with your innocent pestering when it finally came.

You and Loki had been in bed, it was one of those nights when you both had meant to go to bed with the purpose to sleep, but a single kiss had turned the night’s events more south. The kisses were soft as he marked your neck, your collarbone, and every other bit of skin that his lips could find. His hands were digging under the flimsy material of your little night dress. Panties gone long ago, leaving your slick cunt to pulse as it was only offered cold air every time your legs parted from being squeezed. But that feeling was soon replaced with a colder touch.

A yelp had come out of you to see that Loki was massaging your inner thighs. You looked up at Loki—the one that only seconds ago had been working on leaving a purple mark on your collarbone.

“Wha-”

“Shh, a treat, love,” he said, kissing your parted lips. The other Loki was now kissing your inner thighs, your breath hitching. It felt so real, his lips were as cold as Loki’s normally were before the heat of yours warmed him up. His touch cooler on your heated skin until he was all flushed when he worked himself up with the idea of fucking you. One of your hands went to his hair, carting through the dark locks, and you sighed as it turned familiar.

“Can he talk?” you inquired out of nowhere. You looked to see that Loki was watching himself work with a glint of mischief and lust.

“No, reckoned one of me teasing you all night would be enough, although he might not be as charming as the real thing,” he said with a slight chuckle as Loki number two looked up and rolled his eyes.

“He’s clearly got your attitude,” you giggled but it was cut short as the other Loki bit into your skin.

“Oh fuck me,” you sighed.

“Soon enough, darling.”

But soon enough was longer than your lust could handle. There was no part of your body that had gone untouched by your Lokis, both of them driving you to ramblings as they shared your cunt like a candy that was taking its time to melt. Their tongues had been battling to have your taste on their tongue, greedy to have you cum on their tongues, but unable to let the other be the one to have a such reward, thus having your orgasm only on the verge, mounting your pleasure before they let it quiet down before their torturous fight reassumed.

“I-please, I needa cum,” you struggled to voice as your hands gripped their moused locks.

For a minute you thought neither had heard your pleas, but then Loki—your true Loki—raised his head, eyes wild, mouth slicked with your arousal as he grinned at you.

“It’s alright my love, you will,” he said. The other Loki seemed to be enjoying the reward of your pussy to himself as his tongue buried inside of you. You moaned loudly as his fingers dug into your skin.

Loki seemed unbothered by this as he moved around the bed, to you he was a mere shadow dancing around as the Loki between your legs was only seconds away from giving you the promised orgasm.

“Stop.”

You nearly cried when he stopped, like stone, leaving you like you suddenly ran a fever that could rival the cold of his skin.

“Shh, it’ll all be alright, love.”

You didn’t hear him no more as they began to talk to one another—Loki did all the talking why the other one was grunts and nods. But to you it was whispers as your legs rubbed together, your thin fingers rubbing with no avail to bring you to your peak.

But then they were manhandling you, Loki chuckling to himself. Loki rested his back on the headrest, positioning you on his lap as the other Loki moved behind you, offering kisses to your body as he shushed your pleading cries with a sweet humming. It was news to you that you were even talking rambles of ‘please’ and ‘wanna cum’.

“And you shall have it,” whispered Loki into your mouth before a kiss quieted your whine as his cock found itself buried inside of you in a swift squelch of your cunt. It was like all your time on the verge of your peak allowed you to appreciate the way the stretch scratched more than your need to cum, it filled the need to clench around his cock, cum on his cock more than cumming on their tongues. It was heavenly to have a reward for all the punishment your body had gone through without reason, or at least it felt so as you moved like a whore in heat.

“Ravishing as always,” he muttered against your lips, your moans covered his words the more his thrusts unraveled you.

Hands became more noticeable on your skin as you noticed that Loki’s hands were gripping your face rather than pushing you down so your back arched. That’s when you remembered that Loki’s mirrored self was behind you, watching as you got fucked. His hands were on your ass massaging it, spreading your ass cheeks. Then you noticed he was helping you bounce on the cock burying up your cunt, helping you slick and wet your thighs and Loki’s, and one of his fingers was laddering that very slick up your puckered hole. The moaning turned louder as he teased it, massaging the slick into it. Your body shivered as you realized what was to come. But nothing could have prepared you for the feeling when his fingers had finally worked you open enough for his very real cock to burry to the hilt inside of you.

There was no way to describe the sounds coming out of you, but words were nothing more than distorted vowels and consonants, louder than anything you could ever recall. Was this how whores sounded in order to convince men that they were being pleased? But you were no liar as your pleasure was more than you could take, more than ever you couldn’t process the feeling of two cocks inside of you, giving you nothing but otherworldly pleasure.

“You look beautiful,” you heard Loki say to you, “filled to the brim with cock, my cock. One inside your enticing cunt, the other cock of my mirrored self fucking your arse as per your wishes. Has it been everything you’ve wanted, love?”

You guessed you had said yes or something similar because Loki chuckled as he grunted with exertion, behind you the other Loki sounded the same as he held you close, forehead resting on your shoulders. There was an inkling that told you he was watching his cock thrust into you because he was just as merciless as the Loki beneath you.

“Cum, my darling girl, cum for us—for me.”

Your body seemed to not belong to you anymore, like the minute they had touched you, all of you was no more than a thing for them to fuck and command, and so you came at his words. His command flicked the first domino piece that dammed the rest to fall, the last being the one to trigger the tingle your body felt as you gushed on them. Cocks still burying in and out as a river of your orgasm forced itself to come out in spurts. You were trembling, their hands holding you still as you lost touch with the reality of the situation, mind going blank like you had ceased to exist.

And that was the only feeling you knew for a while until soothing touches brought you back, the feeling of your heated and slick body coming back.

“You alright?” one of them whispered, most likely your Loki as you vaguely remembered that one of them couldn’t talk. You nodded, the first time in a while since you gave an answer coherently. But as your mind regained reason, you noticed that feeling of fulness was still very much present.

“We’re far from done, love, this is just the first taste of what awaits you.”

#theravenclawlover #Kinktober 2022 #Loki #Loki smut #Loki x reader #Loki x reader smut #Marvel #MCU

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moralesispunk · 1 year

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Kintsugi // Frankie Morales

Kinktober masterlist (I know it’s December but I need to finish this) / @the-purity-pen

Warnings: female reader, pegging, established relationship, praise (Frankie needs praise in his life), handjob, kissing

Word count: 1.1k

A/n: I’m back! I’ve put a longer explanation for my hiatus here but I was so excited to get back to writing and I’m so glad it was by starting with my baby boy himself

He was so pretty like this, completely bare and waiting for you on the bed. His elbows and knees were digging into the mattress, head hanging between his shoulders and his spine rolling with a shiver on every exhale.

“You’re so pretty, Frankie,” you purr and his body shivers again, his hands twirling the sheets into his fists. “You’ve been so good, so far.”

“I’m ready.” His voice is hoarse after hours of begging and being teased with your fingers, tongue and plug that you removed a few minutes ago before you stepped into the strap.

Frankie hasn’t looked at you since you slipped it on, the leather pressing into your hips and thighs with the long length that you have coated in lube.

“Look at me, baby.” You stop by the side of the bed, taking his chin between your thumb and forefingers and tilting his head up to you.

When his eyes land on you in nothing but the strap on, a pained expression flashes across his face, his back arching even more as if already seeking the pressure from you sinking into him.

“Tell me.”

“I’ve been good,” he sighs and you smile, letting your fingers trace down his jaw and spine before you climb onto the bed behind him.

“You have. And you’re going to keep being good, aren’t you? Let me fuck you with this?” He whines out a barely audible yes, his hips pushing back until the head of length is almost pressing into him and you grip his hips to stop him. “Patience, baby. Don’t want this to end up hurting you.”

He stills, his head hanging back between his shoulders as he nods ever so slightly and gives himself over to you.

This, something that Frankie never realized he would like never mind crave from you, was something he had never thought about until just under a year ago. It was slow and steady at the beginning, learning what he likes and doesn’t like until he can give you one look as he comes in from a hard day at work and you know exactly what he’s asking you.

It’s not about you being in control and him losing control, it’s not about you having the power and him not, it’s about how safe he feels with you. He feels safe when you break him apart piece by piece until he is utterly boneless on the mattress, because you’re there to put him back together. He feels safe because even while his mind ends up miles away, completely blank except for how your skin feels on his and how your name tastes on his tongue, he knows you’re right there with him.

It’s not that today had been a disaster, it had just been long and tiring and as he parked his truck in the garage and rested his head on the steering wheel, this was all he needed. You knew from the second he stepped inside the kitchen, his shoulders low and eyes wide, and you carded your fingers through his hair as he ate his dinner in the quiet contentment of your kitchen before walking him to bed with his hand in yours.

With your breathing now in time, his whole body relaxed and his breaths steady, you slowly notch the head of the cock inside.

“Breathe, baby” you remind him, your hand sliding up his back and pressing between his shoulder blades to relax his body that stiffened. Once he does, your eyes fall back to where you’re splitting him open, slowly thrusting in and out as he takes every single inch until your hips are pressed to the back of his thighs and he groans your name into the mattress. “There you go,” you coo.

You wait for him to urge you on, your hands roaming around his body across his back, hips, thighs, waiting for the way he looks over his shoulder and his dark, brown eyes stare into yours.

“Please.”

His whine makes you break, your fingers gripping the curls at the back of his head and pulling him back to meet your lips in a kiss as you fold over his body. He’s so much bigger, broader and taller, than you that it’s clumsy and you find yourself dragging your teeth across his jaw as he kisses over your face, but it’s needy and perfect and your hips continue to thrust the cock deeper and deeper inside him as broken sobs leave his throat.

He’s strong enough to hold up both your weights on his forearms as you keep one hand in his curls and move the other around him until your fingers wrap around his cock, your whole front pressed to his back and he can feel every dip and curve of you in a way that only makes him crave you more.

“Come for me, Frankie,” you mutter in his ear, your hand moving up and down his length at the same speed as your thrusts. “Let me feel you.”

He comes with a guttural groan of your name, spilling over your hand and the sheets as you continue to push him further and further past his peak until he’s whining and collapsing to the mattress.

You hush his sobs gently, pushing his hair back from his damp forehead and pressing kisses across his face as you slowly slip out of him, quickly stepping out of the strap and leaving it in the bathroom to clean later as you come back into the bedroom with a warm cloth.

His hands are already grasping for you, his body curling into your side with his face buried against your hip and hand pressed to your belly as you clean him carefully and continue to praise and hush him until you slide to lie down by his side, bringing his head onto your chest.

“Was I good?” His voice breaks at the end, tired and full of emotion, and you press your lips to the crown of his head.

“You’re always good, Frankie.”

#frankie morales #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x female reader #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales fic

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yelenassafeplace · 1 year

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I won’t say it twice, Munson. | Eddie Munson x f!reader

Again sorry for my bad English, I’m French and still have a lot to learn. Anyway please do not translate or re upload this oneshot. Thank you.

Summary smut with very little plot. Basically, reader was supposed to take the reins in bed that night but Eddie being Eddie, it didn’t go as planned. Oh and he’s also been a brat all day on purpose to make the reader crazy.

Warnings explicit content, daddy kink, dirty talk, praise kink, choking, plot twist (kinda?), crying, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), fingering, masturbation, sex toy use, vibrator, dom!Eddie, sub!reader, thigh humping, edging (like one time), established relationship, squirting mentions, unprotected sex, manipulation (is that even true??), creampie, mentions of color system, aftercare, p in v, tell me if I should add more warnings

DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE -18

You sigh heavily as you make your way to Eddie’s room, crossing your arms on your chest as you stop your track in the middle of the room and turn to face him, foots firmly planted on the floor of his trailer. “I won’t say it twice, Munson. Drop that bratty act of yours before I have no choice but fuck it out of you myself.”

He chuckles, closing the distance between you and him with quick, calculated strides and slide his hands under your shirt -well more like his shirt that you stole a few weeks ago- when he’s close enough, letting his fingers explore your soft skin.

“Mmh… Maybe that’s what I want. Maybe I want to test your limits, know how far I can go before you lose your temper and get me on my knees before you,” His smile widens when he feels you shudder under his digits.

You were supposed to be in charge tonight.

You’re about to speak, but he beats you to it, quite not done yet. “mouth wide open and full of your pussy. Spit dripping down my chin as I look up at you with watery eyes, pleading you to do more. Pleading you to touch me,” He tightens his grip on your hips as he hums lowly, blunt nails digging into your flesh to leave crescent marks behind them.

“To bite me,” He softly kisses your neck before sinking his teeth in it, smirking slyly as a loud moan escapes you and echoes through the room while he soothes the bite mark with his tongue.

“To caress me,” He runs his hands up your sides slowly, reaching your chest as you let your arms fall limp against your body. Caressing your breasts and cupping them both in his hands to massage them carefully, grazing his thumbs upon your hard nipples before pinching them playfully.

“To kiss me,” getting one of his hands out of your shirt, he uses it to tilt your head up and keep it in place, slowly closing the gap between your lips. He finally kisses you, moaning at the taste of the cherry chapstick that you’ve put on a few minutes prior, and force your mouth open with his tongue. He can feel you melting against him, giving into his touch as you silently beg for more, clinging to his shirt to keep your balance.

You were supposed to be in charge tonight.

“To choke me,” He lowly whispers against your mouth, smiling even more, if possible, as you chase his lips. His hand, who was previously on your cheek, is now wrapped around your neck, applying just enough pressure to make your knees go weak.

“To fuck me, ruin me.” He finally ends his little teasing, laughing to himself as he sees in your eyes that dom y/n is long gone, your sub self replacing her. “But it might be hard to do so in your state, right, baby?”

You don’t even have the capacity to answer to him. Your mind mushy and full of his scent, touch and body. He’s worried that you're going to pass out for a second as he watches you inhale a sharp breath before you drop your forehead on his shoulder, your whole body shivering.

You were supposed to be in charge tonight.

Yeah. You were supposed to. But you folded like you always do.

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“P-Please… I need you, daddy…” You don’t wait for an answer, bucking your hips as you hump his thigh without asking permission.

Oh my, is she this desperate? He thinks. Poor baby. Maybe he went too far…

Letting you get off on his thigh, he simply strokes your hair slowly and whisper little praises in your ear to help you out a little. “That’s it baby… Yes, just like that.” “Keep going.” “Good girl. You’re gonna cum for daddy?”

But as soon as he feels your hips stutter and your moans get louder, sign that you’re about to cum, he pushes you off his thigh, shushing your cries and whimpers as he makes you sit beside him on the bed. “Ssh…Don't cry. It’s okay, I’m right here with you, baby. You can take it.”

He stands between your legs, letting you nuzzle against his stomach as he strokes your back.

“Why?” You lift your head, big tears rolling down your cheeks as your shoulders shake with your cries.

He looks at you in shock, not believing what he’s witnessing, before he pulls you in a tight hug. “Oh baby… I’m sorry. Daddy is sorry… Don't cry, y/n. It’s okay now. I won’t edge you again. I promise.”

Feeling guilty since it’s the first time ever that you cry like that, let alone this early in the night even if he barely started his little game, he thinks about something that would cheer you up a bit and get you to stop crying.

An idea pops in his mind after a few minutes, and he mentally praises himself for finding it. You’re going to love it.

“Hey,” you look up at him expectantly, letting him dry your cheeks. “How about I use the toys we bought together to make you cum, mh? Would you that help you feel better?”

Your eyes light up, a little smile forming on your beautiful lips. “Really? We could do that?” He nods his head, bending a little to kiss you. “Of course baby. That’s what you get for always being my pretty little girl.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have said yes….

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You moan loudly as you come for the 3rd time in less than 10 minutes, clenching around Eddie’s thick fingers pumping in and out of your hole as your cum gush out of your sore pussy.

“N-No more… It’s too much !” You almost scream as he holds the vibrator to your clit.

“Oh man… You’re already giving up? I thought you wanted me to make you feel good. That’s what I’m doing, isn’t it?” He sighs as you try to get away from him, away from the overwhelming pleasure he’s giving you.

“Okay, okay. No more vibrator…” he pouts as he turns the sex toy off and throw it somewhere on the bed. “What a shame… We were just starting to have fun with this. Guess we’ll have to do without it then.”

You breathe loudly, your chest heaving up and down quickly as you try to get your head to stop spinning. Eddie lets you rest a minute, nibbling your inner thighs before kissing his way up to your face. “What color are we, princess?”

You pry your eyes open, letting them slide between your bodies, and you’re suddenly very aware of the fact that he hadn’t got a single cloth off while you’re completely bare under him. You do your best to try to not make your embarrassment obvious by hiding your face against his neck. “Green… We’re green.” He smiles and tilt your head to kiss you lovingly before settling back between your legs, muttering a single “Good.”

Before you can register what he’s about to do, he’s already parting your lips with two fingers and licking a long stride of your pussy bottom to top, starting from your throbbing hole and ending to your swollen clit.

You gasp as he takes it in his mouth, sucking it eagerly before licking it a few times again. Repeating this pattern, he plunged his middle and ring fingers in your gaping cunt, pumping them in and out of you quickly. “Oh my god, Ed- fuuuckk !”

You sob and try to push his head away from your sensitive pussy. “Please - Please, Eddie. Fuck me…”

He licks the slick dripping from your hole before he finally takes his mouth off you, “As you wish, sweet girl.” He then licks his lips and fingers clean as he kneels on the bed to undo his belt and pants, pushing it down his thighs with his boxers to let his big, hard cock spring free.

You can’t help but bite your lower lip at the sight of him pulling his shirt over his head before pumping his length a few times. “You like what you see?”

You nod your head and shudder when he taps his fat cock on your sex before sliding it between your folds to coat it in your slick. “Bet you would like it more if I was buried deep inside you, huh?”

Crying out as he swiftly guides his dick inside your wet pussy until his pelvis rests against your soaked, fluttering heat, you reach up and pull him toward you as you wrap your legs around his hips.

“Eddie… I love you !” He groans at your tightness, getting lost in the feeling of your heat and scent as he starts to thrust into you. “G-God… I love you too, baby. So much…”

He’s quick to start pounding your little cunt, abusing it without any mercy.

He fucks you so hard that your eyes rolls at the back of your skull, your mouth hanging open from the sole mere strength he puts in his thrusts. Your moans gets stuck in your throat and your thighs start to shake as you feel yourself getting close again.

“You’re close, aren’t you? I can - Jesus, y/n - I can feel you squeezing me harder." He reaches between your bodies to rub tight circles around your clit. “Don’t hold back, darling. Go ahead, cum on my cock.”

You come undone under him, convulsing as waves of pleasure takes a hold of your body. Eddie’s hips stutter as he fills you up not long after. A loud groan -almost animalistic-

coming from his chest, escapes him as he shoots his load deep inside of you.

His warm and thick cum floods your cunt and is pushed right back inside as he fucks it into you to make sure it stays in there.

He then slides out of your aching cunt slowly, trying to stimulate it the less he can, and takes you in his arms to help you get off your high.

“You did so well for me… I love you, princess.”

He keeps whispering sweet nothings into your ear for a little while before getting up to wet a washcloth in warm water and comes back to clean you up. “Are you ok? Was it too much?”

You shake your head and get on your elbows to look at him, “No, Eddie, it wasn’t too much. It was perfect.”

He sighs, obviously relieved that he didn’t hurt you in any way, and kiss your thigh before patting your knee. “I’m glad you liked it. Do you want something to drink ? Or eat? Maybe you want to take a bath? Or just watch a movie?”

You chuckle heartedly at his nervousness, not believing that it’s the same person that was literally railing you a few minutes ago.

“A bath would be great. But only if you join me.” He throws the washcloth in the dirty clothes bin and turns to look at you. “Oh because you thought taking it alone was an option? Uhuh. You’re not getting rid of me like that sweatheart.”

Whatever, You thought. You weren’t planning on it anyway.

End.

Hii ! How are you guys?

Yeah I know, it’s been a while…But guess what?

I’m back !

I hope I’m gonna be more active tho.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little oneshot that I kept in my notes for like…3weeks? I don’t know why but I was super scared to post it. Maybe I was worried it would be too explicit - says the girl oh wrote that and that and that…👀

#smut #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #stranger things season 4 #stranger things smut #stranger things #st s4 v2 #eddie x reader #+18 only #yelenasdirtythoughts #yelenassafeplace #smutty

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kvnis · 3 months

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HNNNGGGGGFHHHFHFHFHFPPPHH SCARAMOUCHE PRAISING SOUNDS SO YUMMY

౨ৎ ﹒ sit still, look pretty .

── ୨୧：sub!reader x dom!scaramouche

୨୧﹑synopsis :; you’re doing so well at being his little cocksleeve, sit still like a good girl and take it !

୨୧﹑genre :; smut, nsfw

୨୧﹑cw :; fem!reader, established relationship, reader is part of the fatui, use of ‘my lord’ - referring to scara, cockwarming, edging, praise, mentioned biting and hickeys, not proofread.

﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ so yummy…, very edible ( this is my girl dinner ), all my requests are taking so long.. i’ve got 2 from months ago in my drafts which only have one sentence written AAA i’ve gone through big writers block n this is short.. i’m sorryy

you seriously don’t know how you got into this situation.

you simply just wanted his company! it was late at night, and the snezhnayan winters show no mercy. you were shuddering and shivering in scaramouche’s bed, even under the large woolly blankets.

deciding you were absolutely fed up with trying to curl in on yourself to conserve heat, you decided to go straight to the balladeer’s office. as soon as you step out of the room, the merciless chill of snezhnaya’s everwinter bites you right in the face.

shaking the whole way, you knock once. twice. then you open the door as if it’s second nature.

“scara, ‘m cold… just come to bed, it’s late…” you approach his workspace, a hand wearily coming down to rest on his shoulder, squeezing lightly.

and somehow, somehow, you managed to get into this predicament.

his hands are wrapped around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder as he continues his work, dipping his pen into the ink and scrawling in handwriting your very familiar with.

you would be focusing on the languid strokes and how he writes his words with precision… if not for his cock buried to the hilt inside of you.

you’re blushing madly, your whole body heating up at the whole situation. you lean in to rest your head on his chest, burying your face in his clothes to conceal your shameful whimpers.

“taking me so well, hm?” his knuckles graze against your jaw, causing you to writhe in his hold.

“still.” he snaps, his hands cruelly digging into your hips. you bite your lip, a dull throbbing in your cunt as his hold forces you down further on his cock.

you choke on your own breath, a small whimper of neediness coming from your lips. and it really doesn’t help when his hand goes down to fondle with your clit.

“scara… scara, please.” you drawl out, hands grasping and tugging at his shirt. he leans down to kiss your neck, trailing up to your jaw and back down again. “my lord—”

you gasp as he pinches your clit, letting a keened moan slip past your plump lips. your thighs are left trembling around his lap and your head whips side to side.

“be a good girl for me,” he whispers in your ear, now kissing his way around your jaw. “you can do that, can’t you love?” his fingers return to rubbing tight circles on your swollen bud, only making you clench around him.

your eyes water from how hard you were trying not to grind against him and chase your high. however, you knew if you did he would simply discard you to bed again and not see you until later that night, bleeding into early morning.

you hesitantly nod, turning your head away to look and see him back at his work. your cunt clenched and fluttered around him, your brows furrowing as he kept abusing your clit.

“f-fuck… i can’t, please,” you moan, whirling your head back around to him to look at him with pleading eyes. your hips attempt to press into his hands, but his hand swiftly goes to your lower abdomen to keep you still.

“you can, i know you can,” he runs a finger along your forehead, swiping your hair out of your face to catch a glance at your desperate gaze. his hips teasingly thrust up into you and he chuckled at your shocked reaction. the way your eyes widen and your hands scrambled to grip onto his shoulders was to die for.

“i can’t!” you wail pitifully, shaking your head and trying your best to nuzzle into his soft caress on your cheek. “s’too much! you’ve been doing this for almost thirty minutes… stop teasing, please…!” your voice strains and your thighs burn from being in this position for too long. you had gotten so close to your high, just teetering of the edge but he just wouldn’t let you chase the feeling.

“tch,” scaramouche tuts, scooting his paperwork out of the way. so he could focus on you better. your lower back was digging into the table, as he leaned in to get closer to you. he sucked on your collarbone, nibbling and biting hickeys down the valley of your breasts. “your whines and cries are so pretty to hear. it’s a shame you can’t take anymore.”

both of his hands are now fixated on your hips, slowly starting to guide them to roll against his lap. your clit rubs against his pelvis and you moan, eyes fluttering shut and your brain going hazy at the pleasure.

“it’s fine, though,” he lifts your hips up, before slamming them back down, his cock bumping up against your cervix. your eyes snap open almost immediately, blown wide and glossy. “i’ll just make you scream instead.”

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moonlight-prose · 3 years

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𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

a/n: so i seriously don't know how to feel about this, but hopefully y'all like it. this is also super late for yesterday's prompt. it's okay. enjoy!

prompt thirteen - dry humping

summary: kissing was all fun and games until you can't get enough.

word count: 878

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: explicit so MINORS GO AWAY, kissing, cussing, thigh riding, dry humping. let me know if i missed anything!

It was only innocent kissing on a second date. Nothing more, nothing less and you enjoyed that. Felt content with remaining on his lap, hands in his hair as he slowly rubbed your jean clad thighs. Somehow you’d ended up here from his car, but you didn’t mind. Not when the fluttering in your chest began to slowly turn into a stampede the longer his lips stayed on yours.

“I like this,” he whispered, pulling back to rest his forehead against yours.

“What?”

A smile spread across his bitten and swollen lips, eyes shining brighter than you’d seen them in months. “Kissing you. I really like kissing you.”

“You’re not so bad yourself sergeant,” you said, brushing your lips against his and feeling his hands dig into your hips.

Innocent kissing, you were sure of it. Only then he had to drag your hips forward, dragging you along the thigh that was currently in between your legs and without meaning to you moaned into his mouth. Hands digging into the shirt he was wearing as the fabric of your jeans pressed right against your clit. You wondered if he knew what he was doing or if he’d done it by accident, but then he was kissing you. With a fervor that left you utterly breathless.

“Sound so pretty,” he mumbled, lips attaching to your neck and working his way down. “This okay?”

Blue eyes opened wide, meeting yours and you melted into his hold. The sight of him needy and desperate for you had you already grinding lightly against his thigh until your head was tilting back. It was not enough. It was too much. You couldn’t decide which felt better; his hands sliding down to grip your ass and push you along his thigh or his lips against your throat.

“Fuck-” your breath stuttered. “It’s more than okay.”

Forget everything else, this was even a better high than anything you’d experienced. One you could lose yourself in and so you dragged his lips back to yours, rocking your hips roughly against his thigh as he guided you through it. Grunting as your knee brushed against the obvious bulge in his pants. Fuck the rules of dating. You’d already known by the first one that he was someone who’d stick around. A man you could love with the entirety of your being.

“How do you feel?” he asked, voice deeper than before - darker than you’d ever heard it.

Words were hard to form; your brain was already muddled by the pressure building in your body as your clit continued to rub against your jeans. So you mumbled out a good and dug your face into his neck. It was much more than just good, but your body was already clenching around nothing; mouth dropping as more moans were muffled into his skin.

He tugged your head back, lips sucking at your neck even more. “Just good?”

He smiled at the sound of you crying out. Body nearly covering his and for extra friction he tensed his thigh, dragging you down harder until you were whimpering into his neck. Bucky could recall the nights spent with women, but this...this sight of you getting off just on thigh had him feeling feral.

“Bucky,” you whined, fingers digging into his shoulders. “I’m gonna - oh fuck-”

The breaking point - the thing that completely shattered you - was him bringing you up to drag against his cock. A moan was swallowed by you kissing him, your hips meeting his in a rush; body jolting as he brought himself closer to the edge with you. Bucky already knew he wouldn’t last long, because his body had been tense ever since you touched him an hour ago. None of that mattered though. Not when you were lost in a haze of pleasure he had created.

“Go on sugar,” he whispered against the shell of your ear - his eyes shutting tight as his body clenched. “Cum for me.”

A cry of his name followed, your back bending slightly as the tension snapped in two. Digging yourself further into him you shook through your release, eyes rolling back and body nearly floating. You certainly didn’t expect this to happen on the second day, but who were you to complain. Especially when you managed to pull yourself together enough and watch his face as he fell apart.

His head tilting back as a grunt left his lips; his teeth digging into his bottom lip. You wanted to see it again and again. The sight itself was more addicting than the high you experienced and you smiled at that thought. Of being addicted to Bucky Barnes.

“That was-”

“Amazing,” you said, laughing lightly against his lips. “Mind blowing, intense, earth-shattering. You pick.”

“All of them,” he replied, nipping at your bottom lip. “I want to do that again.”

You hummed, teasing him with your lips. “With you inside me next time though.”

In a matter of seconds you were being yanked into his arms as he stood. “Bucky!” you yelped.

His hand tapped your ass, feet already heading towards the bedroom. “We’ve still got more kissing to do, sugar.”

Laughing, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Innocent kissing your ass.

#bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes #my writing #kinktober 2021

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yeoreos · 3 years

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hate sex || jjk (m)

pairing :: jungkook x reader

genre :: 18+, fwb!au, smut, basically pwp

summary :: jungkook decides to show you how much he loves hates you.

warnings :: jungkook is in love with you, smut (corruption kink, big dick!jk, size kink, pussy slapping if you squint, oral (f. and m.), overstimulation, unprotected sex [be safe], sex in front of a mirror, denied orgasm, overstimulation, dirty talk, hair pulling, crying but it’s because jungkook is not showing any mercy on oc, hard dom!jk, somewhat brat!reader, a pinch of soft dom!jk, tattooed!jk, i think that’s it?)

wc :: 3.6k (of pure smut)

note :: first imagine ever please be kind :(( lowercase intended !!! (unedited)

“strawberry funnel cake frappuccino for y/n?”

your ears perked up at your name being called by the barista, indicating that your order is ready. you pushed past people, shocked at how packed it was despite it being a wednesday morning.

as for your situation, however, you needed that coffee. last night, the night of your date with your tinder match, didn’t happen. you realized how much time and energy you wasted looking your best for someone that didn’t even appreciate it. the rest of the night, you spent crying; not for your date, but for the makeup look you worked so hard on not to even get a reaction from anybody. but you didn’t let that stop you.

you grabbed your phone from the beige purse you had in your hands and threw the purse on your bed. from the lockscreen, you swiped left to open the camera app. from the angle it was in, the camera captured your feet.

a few small pictures to upload to instagram wouldn’t hurt, right? and so for the next hour or two you spent in the bathroom having a photoshoot, silently thanking yourself for not throwing away the tripod that sat in the corner of your room, serving no purpose until that moment.

you took a few snaps in the bathtub with the water reaching the brim and your favorite scent littered into the water, along with a few rose petals to decorate it. this is going to be amazing.

you sat in the bathtub, naked, careful not to let the water touch your face. with one person’s face in mind, you took the pictures, added a filter on them, and posted them onto your instagram, without a caption, because you sucked at those.

locking your phone, you sat in bed and went back to sleep, approximately around the time when the sun started rising, so of course you needed that coffee.

your best friend, Jimin, had heard all about it and had even been the first one to like and comment on your post. he commented so many times about how good you looked and how it was your date’s loss that he stood you up. it got to the point where he almost got shadow banned.

that was until he flooded your private message with more comments.

there was a specific comment, however, which caught your eye.

jeonjk97: damn babygirl

of course jungkook would comment something like that. but it didn’t fail to make you feel like you were on top of the world.

fuck him and fuck his stupid self.

and the situation you were in was exactly that.

jungkook always had a preference when it came to girls. although he wasn’t the playboy type, he was still a boy and needed his desires to be satisfied. he preferred the innocent ones; “they have the tightest cunts” he would say.

but it was more to it than that. he knew that the innocence was fun to break down, to stain it with his touch where he knew his one-night stand would come back for more and fall to his feet, practically kissing it. he wanted to watch the way they would turn from someone so pure to someone equivalent to him in bed.

he figured that you were a virgin by the way you almost always had your nose in a book. but the first time he asked you to come over, he was shocked to see that the person you showed to everyone was nothing but a mask to hide it all.

this was the first time you had caught jungkook’s intriguing eyes.

jungkook always reminded himself that he was only there to take, not to give, but it was getting harder and harder to do that each time you gave yourself to him. for him to use but he couldn’t. not when saw you as something more than just a quick fuck.

to make matters worse, you hated him with all of your guts, yelling out words that shouldn’t be uttered to him when the two of you weren’t in the premises of your (and sometimes his) bedroom.

“you’re a small, pretty thing, aren’t you?” he murmured to himself, standing next to your bed. you were sitting up on it, looking at him with a fire behind your eyes and a small smirk playing on your red lips. at that moment, he didn’t care about the feelings he had as all he wanted to was to take his cock out of the confines of his boxers and fuck your throat until you were gagging and choking on it, digging your nails into his thighs for leverage and a request to let you catch your breath.

“yes.” with your chest heaving up and down, the wetness between your thighs became more, the ghost of your orgasm pulling at every nerve in your body. that tingling feeling in your veins has you in a haze, wanting nothing more than just him.

he smirked, his purple hair falling over his eyes, and from the light hitting his back, it casted a shadow over them, making everything more exciting. every feeling and craving of touch for him was heightened, and you were getting tired of waiting.

“hurry the fuck up, jeon!”

bad mistake.

immediately, he went up to you and grabbed you by the neck, pulling you so you were propped on your knees and in front of him. jungkook looked down at your lips and bit his own, thinking about the pretty sounds that would be coming out of them in a few moments.

with his free hand, he trailed his fingers down, teasingly running them down your skin to your shorts. the ghost of his fingers has your breath caught in your throat and as soon as he reaches your clothed mound, he presses his fingers down. you let out a sound near a gasp and shut your eyes immediately. a harsh slap is delivered to your pussy and you mewl out in pleasure.

“don’t raise your voice at me, understand?” his fingers toying your clothed clit was making it hard for you to voice anything back, so you nod your head instead. “words, baby.”

oh he was evil.

“y-yes.” he smirked, satisfied with your response. he had never seen you so desperate for him in all the times he had spent with you.

he was aware of the fact that your panties had been soaked with your arousal, wetting his fingers in the process. “tell me what you want, princess.”

you swallowed air, choking on your own words for a second. you couldn’t believe what you were about to ask for. “i want- want you to fuck me...” with the way you trailed off, jungkook was sure it was more than just that, so he quirked a brow, giving you permission to speak further, “want you to fuck me like you hate me.”

something in jungkook seemed to snap because his eyes went a shade darker and an animalistic growl rumbled from deep within his throat.

all of a sudden, you were thrown onto the bed as jungkook got on his knees and tore your panties open, a loud gasp echoed throughout the room.

at first, jungkook took all the time in the world, leisurely toying with your clit and licking your opening until you turned into a moaning mess underneath his tongue, tugging on his bright locks like the floor was lava or something like that. it was only until you begged him to go faster, that he sped up the process of his tongue, assaulting your pussy. his strong grip on your thigh blocked you from distancing yourself from him and whenever you would, he suck on your clit, pulling it into his mouth and using his tongue to abuse the little nub. you grinded your hips into him, embarrassed of how good you were feeling, despite your strong negative feelings towards him on a daily basis.

“perfect little pussy,” he mumbled against your clit, “made for me to fuck.” that was all it took for your orgasm to come crashing down on you, legs shaking, sinful sounds escaping your lips.

but that wasn’t it, he wanted to fuck you like he hated you, so he showed no mercy again when he entered two fingers into you right after your orgasm, the burning stretch making teas accumulate in the corner of your eyes. his mouth was back on your clit, still sensitive mind you, before you could protest any further. his hooded eyes stared at you, wondering how someone could look so beautiful in this situation.

it was only until your back arched off your bed as your mouth was gaped with no sound coming out, fingers holding onto dear life in his hair and pressing his face further between your thighs, that you came for the second time just by his mouth.

it wasn’t like you were against the idea, because in all honesty, you did ask for him to use you, but oh god if you knew the dangerous territory you were stepping in, you would’ve backed away a long time ago.

after you had calmed down from your high, although heart still racing, you slid down to the floor and got on your knees. jungkook wasn’t expecting this, all he wanted to do now was to fuck you until he rearranged your guts, but who was he to back down from your request of sucking his dick.

jungkook was haste to unbuckle his belt, already envisioning how you would look sucking his cock. however, he didn’t have to envision that for too long, because without any restrictions, you licked the crown of his dick, sending a shiver to go down his spine.

as for you, however, you didn’t realize how much you missed his dick until it was right in front of you and you could finally touch it. the pre-cum shined on his tip and it was waiting (im)patiently for you to give it some sort of relief. he reaches down for your hand and brings it to his dick, indicating that you do the action here. you grab it’s base and glide his tip over your mouth, smearing his arousal on your lips.

you part your lips and he allows you to have control over how much you were going to take in. when your warm mouth closes around him, he breathes out loud. you swirl your tongue over the head and taste the salty pre-cum. the feeling of his veiny cock feels so good in your mouth and you couldn’t wait for it to be shoved in your pussy. you start bobbing your head, using your hands for the parts your mouth couldn’t cover.

“oh fuck,” jungkook curses and entangles his fingers in your hair, pushing it back and holding it into a makeshift ponytail. it wasn’t until he wasn’t satisfied with how much you were taking into your mouth, that he starts bucking his hips into your mouth, going slow at first, then deciding to stay at a ruthless pace.

you opened your mouth and slacked your jaw, allowing him to use you as he pleased. jungkook curses underneath his breath when your submissiveness turns him on even more, but he’s quick to guide his cock in and out of your mouth. and truth be told, he could probably do this in his sleep with the amount of times he’s fucked your mouth. you gag around him, eyes glistening with warm tears as he continues his pace. jungkook holds your head when the feeling is too much and he becomes vocal.

letting out loud moans and groans, jungkook goes insane, almost cumming then and there.

but he couldn’t. he wanted to cum inside of your pussy.

your scalp physically hurt when he let go of your hair and slipped his dick out of your mouth, permitting you to catch a breath which he stole.

he picked you up by your waist and threw you on the bed, your head into the soft covers of your bedsheet. jungkook held you by your hips, pulling them up, so your ass was in the air and your head was in the mattress.

he took his sweet time teasing and making you push your ass back for more, but he wouldn’t give himself to you just yet. he wanted to teach you your lesson.

and once he bottomed out, you moaned into the sheets, aware that you were drooling on them. it just felt that good. you loved it all. loved the way he was balls deep into you, loved the way he gripped your hips that it was going to leave marks, loved the way he was chanting your name like a mantra when you clenched around him, loved the way that he was the one fucking you.

as much as you would hate to admit it, jungkook was an all-rounder; perfect at everything he did whether it be sports, gaming, cooking, fashion. you name it, he could do it. including fucking you and that was your favorite part about him. that no matter how much the two of you hated (and one even loved, but that’s a conversation for another day) each other, you would always go back to each other like two opposites on a magnet.

this view was nice, but jungkook wanted more. he wanted to see your face contort in pleasure, but at the same time, he wanted to see the way your cunt would take his cock. so, from the corner of his eye, he peeks at the mirror and considers the idea for a bit before moving around on the bed so you guys were in front of the mirror.

“w-what are you doing- mph!” jungkook enters you without even giving you a chance to complete your sentence. he brutally snaps his hips so his dick dives into your pussy, your walls doing nothing but contracting against his shaft.

jungkook bends down and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling it as your neck cranes over to see the two of you in the mirror. through your reflection, you could see the way jungkook looks back with the same hungry and lustful eyes. your eyes travelled to your position and the sight alone had you gushing for him, more wetness pooling. you look at the way your hair now looked like (and probably did) it had knots in them, your lipstick smeared across your lips and some parts of it getting on your cheek and chin, your mascara smudged over your eyes. you looked bad, but a good type of bad. it had jungkook ramming his hips into yours even more.

“look at you,” he says although that was what you were doing the whole time, “such a dirty slut. who’s making you feel this good, huh? who?!”

“y-you, oh fuck jungkook, please don’t stop, don’t stop please, i’m going to-”

“don’t you dare.” the way the words came out of jungkook’s chest has your heart rate speeding up and you could’ve sworn he got harder inside of you.

in response, you mewl and shake beneath him, finding it hard to hold in your orgasm. with the way your vision blurred, you knew you were close, your release so close yet so far away.

jungkook leaves open mouthed kisses along the side of your neck, sucking into your skin, leaving a dark purple mouth he knew you were going to try to cover up the next day. for a little while, jungkook stills his hips, ravishing in the way your mouth is hung open and hands were shaking, trying their best to support the weight of your body. he holds that position, his lips pressing tender kisses on your neck. although you desperately want him to fuck you, another part of you wants to cherish this moment.

so, you close your eyes in return and moan.

once he finished torturing the delicate skin of your neck, his eyes get drunk on your body, intoxicating him. at first, he watches through the mirror, watching the way your chest heaved for air. his eyes soon travelled to your back, to your ass, where he saw how deep he was buried into your cunt.

“your cunt is taking me so well, babe.”

once he sees that you were ready to take more, he pulls back and in one swift thrust, he pushed into you, a scream ripping through you. he does that again and again, causing the same reaction from you. jungkook once again stops when he’s fully inside of you, torturing you just to make you beg for him. you need him to fuck you relentlessly, so that’s exactly what you vocalize.

“please, jungkook,” your voice is nothing but a whisper, “please fuck me.”

“you should hear yourself, baby, the way you’re desperately begging for me. begging to be fucked,” he chuckles, “you already came once? or was it twice? how greedy can you be.”

“i’m you’re slut, jungkook. please fuck me.”

it was a light switch. something in him flicked and jungkook immediately started snapping his hips into you. “say that again, you little whore. who’s slut are you?”

“jungkook’s. only jungkook’s- fuck!”

he pushed his cock back before slamming into you with both of his hands on your hips. the lewd and slick sound of your pussy and your wetness leaving onto his cock echoes throughout the room and you could’ve sworn jungkook whimpered.

when that wasn’t enough, the sex god behind you takes both of your hands, pulling it behind you, setting yet another brutal pace. he can’t help but wrap his tattooed arms around your small, fragile ones. his eyes lock with yours, your throat protruding a gulp of air you had swallowed.

“you look so pretty, your hands behind you as i’m fucking you, i wish you could see yourself. fuck,” he rumbles.

you moan at his words, because you couldn’t agree more. his hands were perfect; every inch of your body that he would touch, lick, kiss, all belonged to him. you belonged to him and jungkook was going to make sure you were aware of that by the end of the night tonight.

“moan louder,” he says while thrusting into you. “let everyone hear how much of a little slut you are for me.” he emphasizes the last word. his possessiveness was showing, but did either of you care? no.

as you give him exactly what he wants, he smiles while letting his cock fill you up, his hips hitting against yours with aggression. this all causes sparks of pleasure to coarse through your body, your veins felt like they were lit on fire, but not in the bad way. it was in a way only he could make you feel.

as you look at him through the mirror, you can’t help but find him extremely attractive. you watch the way he looks back at you with a cloudiness in his eyes and the way his pink tongue swipe across his bottom lips. jungkook keeps growling your name, thrusting into you with a different urgency every time

“please- jungkook please, i need to cum!” you were begging, not even caring how pathetic you looked and sounded.

“not until i tell you to,” the evil tone in his voice was evident and you didn’t know how longer you could hold in your release.

jungkook noticed the way tears freely fell from your eyes. something took over him, a sense of care. halting his hips, he leaned down and pressed gentle kisses to your neck. “just a little longer, yeah? you’re my good girl, and my good girl can do it. it’ll feel amazing, i promise.” you shuddered, a whole new feeling blossoming inside of you. a radiating warmth coursing throughout your body.

his hands could feel the way your body trembled and quivered underneath him with each thrust. the way he started his merciless pace had you losing yourself to the feeling of lust and desire. your face scrunches up, a feeling of your coil about to snap in your stomach.

jungkook quickly noticed and brings one of his hands which were previously wrapped around your wrists, made their way around your waist and to your clit, toying with the bundle of nerves. it wasn’t long until you were coming undone, with jungkook whispering praises and sweet nothingness into your ear.

a few moments and pumps later, jungkook feels his dick twitch inside of you. pulling out, he cums on you: your ass, your back, and your cunt.

still feeling high from your euphoria, the two of you stay in that position.

completely mesmerized in your afterglow, jungkook looks at you, you doing the same. the eye contact is far more intimate than what the two of you did just now. he never found anyone more beautiful after sex, but you? it was like a whole new perspective.

jungkook pulls his dick out a grabs a tissue from the table near your bed in order to clean you up, followed by a small, tender kiss pressed onto your temple. “you did so well,” he whispers and you feel your knees become weak. it was either due to exhaustion or because of his words.

you hoped it was not the latter.

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suna-reversed · 3 years

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Icarus’ Irony ☀️

Toji Fushiguro x Fem! Reader

alternative title: “but I crumble completely when you cry”

2k+ words

Minors DNI‼️

A/N: if you haven’t already seen this cosplay, go get some Toji brainrot

Warnings/Tags: mentions of violence, manhandling, dacryphilia, mild dub-con, fingering, mating press, cum play, breeding kink, size difference, cheating, smoking/alcohol, shotgunning, degradation, slight praise, angstt, hurt/comfort

“Do you know of how Icarus fell?”

His question snapped you out of your post orgasm daze. You looked up at him from where your head rested on his bare chest, thighs straddling his lap, quivering a little as you pulled away to look at his face in the moonlight.

“He flew too close to the sun?”

Toji looked deep in thought as you answered, nodding his head slightly,

“Ah yes, he did…”

You almost purred as his warm hand slid up your thigh, kneading the sore-marked flesh,

“ ...but that wasn’t what what damned him”

He paused again, dangling the lit cigarette held in between the index and middle finger of his other hand, the same fingers that were buried deep inside of you not too long ago,

“...his ruination came with his desire. The closer he got, the more he craved. His delusion didn’t even let him feel the searing heat that burned through his flesh. He was too lost in thought of the eternal glory he believed he’d found.”

Toji adjusted his gaze to meet your eyes, the acrid scent of smoke hitting you as he leaned forward. His actions seemed slowed and you found it hard to differentiate the golden aura around his silhouette from his actual self. Has he always been so ethereal?

“Do you think he smiled?”

“Huh?” you mumbled out drowsily, your head falling back on his chest, breathing in his intoxicating scent. night-chilled mist and cedar. His hoarse chuckle sent shivers down your spine.

“I asked, do you think he smiled...knowing he was the only one to ever get that close to the sun, even if it destroyed him in the end?”

You heard Toji take a puff out of his cigarette and your breath hitched as a hand came to your jaw, tilting your head up as he exhaled out the smoke in between your parted lips.

How had he stayed this long tonight? Usually, you’d be cleaning yourself up by this time, no trace left of the man who had been whispering sultry words into your ear while pounding into you from behind moments ago. He was never this talkative afterwards either.

“Why are you asking me this?”

He leaned back, turning his head away from you. The slightest of change could be sensed in his posture as you hesitantly brought your fingers up to trace the scar next to his lips. He’d grabbed onto your wrist halfway before it could reach his mouth everytime that you had tried it before, growling a low “wanna try that again?”, that usually led to you being stuffed full of him once more. Perhaps he was too high to care tonight?

“Why am I asking you this?” A dry laugh left his throat as he finally looked back at you, still making no attempts to pull your hand away from his face.

“because I think you’re flying dangerously close; whether for warmth, for lust, for love; whatever it is, I have a feeling you’ll go down smiling even when the light sets you aflame.”

You were too lost in his eyes, your mind clouded by the feel of his unclothed skin against yours. How did he get the scar? Had he ever told you? Did she know about it? A burning sensation formed in the pit of your chest as your eyes slid to the gold band kept neatly on the nightstand. He removes it every single time; right before he sinks to his knees with a moan, saying his prayers in between your thighs as your heels dig into his spine.

You couldn't register his words anymore. It all sounded like incoherent gibberish, perhaps that's what it all was. Perhaps, that’s all everything he’s ever said was.

“I only stay with her because of my son”

“I’ll get a divorce soon enough”

“She wont let me live in peace if she finds out-”

All gibberish. Garbage. Empty promises. Lies. Words that held no meaning.

His lips were still moving, but all you could hear was the loud ringing in your ears. Suddenly, the sensation of his flesh against yours felt like too much. You couldn't breathe as bile rose up to the back of your throat. You pulled your head away from his chest, but the warmth wouldn’t leave you, the wet feeling on your cheeks worsening the burning of your skin.

Why was he still speaking? Could he not see that you were dying?

Shut up, shut up, shut up-

You found your lips moving out of their own accord

“Leave-leave me alone I hate you”

The sob that ripped from your throat made you feel like you had just been pushed off from a skyscraper, feeling the end nearing, but it never quite seemed to come.

Your incoherent pleas of being left alone continued as you felt muscular arms wrap around your figure; your sobs getting louder as you felt yourself being picked up, and then laid down on the plush mattress that still held the remnants of your previous feat with the man above you.

You didn't realise you had been thrashing until a hand grabbed onto your wrists, bringing them together as Toji used his weight to pin your struggling body down, his other arm coming around to pull you into his chest, effectively muffling out your screams.

Your sobs took a while to die out; leaving your eyes burning, throat dry, and the throbbing pain in your head worsening by the second as you continued to stare at the chipped ceiling past his shoulder. The same ceiling you had stared up at as he had ruthlessly rutted into your cunt, calling you “his obedient little slut”- “his cumdump”.

That’s what you’ll always be, isn't it?

You felt the grip around your body loosen, the weight lifting off of you slightly as your eyes came in level with his face. He held an unreadable expression like always. A bitter laugh escaped your throat as you looked back on all the times you had dreamed of the scar next to his lip twitching up, only for you.

“Stop it.” His voice was smooth, your body instinctively reacting to his command. You hated it. But you still did have control over your words,

“Fuck off”

You saw his eyes darken, his hand moving up to grab your jaw harshly,

“What was that?”

Smack!

Your palm burned as it landed, the skin of his cheek already tinting a deeper shade of crimson.

Heavy silence hung in the room.

You gasped in shock as you felt a pair of lips crash down onto yours, Toji’s tongue making its way into your mouth as you groaned. You contemplated biting his tongue, but the rational part of your brain seemed to be dulling out more and more the longer that his tongue remained clashing with yours, his hands moving up your abdomen to grope your chest, pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples.

You shut your legs together as his hand tried to slither in between, but your efforts were to no avail as he grabbed onto your thigh, holding it away, not even wasting a second to dip his fingers into your heat. You felt your face heat up at the wetness he found there. Toji moved back to sit on his knees, thumb circling your clit as you tried not to let out any more sounds of pleasure.

“You hate me huh? Then what’s this?” His fingers pumped in faster inside of you making you arch your back, a cry of shame leaving your mouth.

Toji grabbed onto your thighs to push them up to your chest, throwing your legs over his shoulders and biting at the tender skin he found. A loud moan left you as you felt him line up with your entrance, the tip already making you feel the stretch of his huge girth.

You opened your eyes, only to be met with the same chipped ceiling once again. Tears welled up in your eyes, making your vision blurry as you felt a sob bubbling in your chest, pitying your own resolve for breaking so soon.

But then you felt something rub against your cheek. A calloused thumb brushing away the tears as a forehead came down to press against yours, and you found your orbs locked onto the malicious ones of the man you had wrecked your sanity for.

“You are…” he sighs out, and you grunt as he slides deeper into you, “...the only thought that plagues my mind.”

His lips meld with yours once more as he finishes his sentence, both of your moans being muffled against each other’s mouth.

“...all-the-damn-fucking-time” he thrusts into you in between words. It's the closest he’s come to being gentle as his strokes, though slow, still hit deep inside of your dripping cunt. His hips jut into you more intensely as you bite his lip, hands moving up to entangle themselves into his dark locks.

You were crying and moaning and screaming all at the same time as his cock hit all the right spots, the pain of his huge member still being evident even after it had fucked out your pussy countless times. But it was drowned out by the pleasure as his fingers found your clit once more, hastily rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves as he picked up his pace. You found your face contorting in pleasure soon enough, hips bucking up to meet his thrusts as you felt your climax coming.

“C’mon, go ahead, cream all around my cock like the good girl you are.” He grunted, voice deep and dripping in honey.

The coil in the pit of your stomach snapped as his tongue licked its way up from your neck to your jaw. Toji continued fucking into you as you rode out your orgasm, your body spasming from the overstimulation as you felt your insides being filled with thick spurts of cum. Toji groaned, pulling back to look at the sight of your cum-filled cunt, collecting the slickness that had dripped out of your hole with his thumb, only to push it back inside.

You were too tired to move a muscle, too tired to cry or curse him as he got up, walking out the bedroom door. The hollow feeling once again flooded your chest as you shut your eyes, hoping to wake up from this endless nightmare.

Your body jerked awake as you felt something cool slide against your thigh. You snapped your eyes open, lifting your head, only to find the man you had just cussed out a thousand different ways sitting on the edge of the bed, a wet cloth in his hand. You were too stunned to say anything, staring at him as he inched forward, continuing his task of cleaning up the mess.

You let your head fall back against the mattress, sighing as the conflicting thoughts in your mind continued to race on. You found yourself being lifted, a blanket being put over you before your head was pulled into a warm chest, arms wrapping around you as a hand cradled the back of your head. Your thoughts all disappeared away, the familiarity of his body becoming almost cozy as sleep took over your senses. You thought you heard him mutter something, but then again, you might as well have dreamt it.

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Toji found his hand lingering over the door handle as he glanced at your slumbering figure. Sighing, he walked back over to cover you with the blanket that you had kicked off.

He found his own mind flooded with conflicting feelings as he walked out of your building. He had never stayed the night before. Moreover, he was trying to find a justification for the three cursed words he had muttered last night.

He decided to blame it on the nicotine that was clogging his system. Even though he had felt his high clearing as soon as he had seen you sobbing and moving away from him, your face filled with disgust. He never wanted to see you feel that way about him again.

He looked down at the golden band clutched tightly in his palm. The metal was starting to rust. He was surprised your curious little mind didn’t notice, didn't ask him why - because real gold didn’t rust. He found his mind flashing back to the first time you had asked him,

“Are you...seeing someone?”

He hadn’t known you for too long then, but the tug in his chest each time you were around made him want to disappear out of existence.

You made him want to lose all restraint, and what would the man be if he lost his sense of identity, the only armour he harboured; his rigid demeanour.

The lie had rolled off his tongue easily enough, switching over the band on his index finger to his ring finger under the table. Lifting it up for you to see, he had felt his heart clench at the flicker of sadness in your eyes. But that seemed to work as even more proof for why he had to draw a boundary around himself.

You burned like a thousand fires, your brightness blinding, your warmth creeping up to thaw the ice around his heart.

It terrified him.

How he always ended up coming back for more, how he ended up breaking a little more each time his name slipped past your sweet lips, how he’d vowed to destroy anything that dared cause you agony. Even if it meant destroying himself.

Toji Fushiguro finally knew the answer to his question.

He too, would go down with a smile if it was you lighting the match to his pyre, if it was you ripping the wings off his back.

After all you were the only light in his life, his precious sun.

How does it matter if he burns himself out trying to get closer to you?

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swtki · 3 years

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Enemy - E. C

Pairing: Edward Cullen x Vampire! Fem! Reader

Summary: Edward meets his seductress once again

Warnings: Smut, 18+ content, banter between muses, femdom, Sub! Edward, not in an alternate universe just set in the seventies, Volturi! Reader, oral (m), mention of Edward being killed, swearing of course, Vaginal sex, kinda dubcon but not really? Public alley sex.

A/N: Edward smut is hard you mfs better love this.

If he had a working heart, he was sure it would be pounding so loud the whole city could hear. He sat on his balcony, eyes scanning the crowded Paris streets. To find her, the woman who was to destroy him. Alice had warned him just a week ago, her vision being one of chaos and pain. Behind it all, was a womans face. Not just any face however, it was Y/N. A member of the Volturi, whose heart was set on pulling him limb from limb. Everyone in the house had decided it would be best if Edward were to depart from their permanent home, flee to Paris for a short time. He was akin to being alone, but to be alone while watching over your back 24/7 was not the same. While he hated every second of his existence; He knew that if he were to give up and let her kill him, she would surely only continue to his family. He couldn’t let that happen, so he kept moving in the shadows. She wouldn’t move on until she had his head.

He racked his brain, trying to figure out a long term plan as this could only work for so long. She was strong, killing her wouldn’t be easy nor would it be something he wanted to do. Perhaps he could change her mind, he could talk her down from her dedication.

He sighed, walking into the main room and grabbing his jacket.

He needed to eat.

The elevator ride down was slow, and he tapped his finger against his thigh. How he hated human life, but at the same time desired it more than anything. Tedious elevators, the need to eat every single day, the need to sleep. The doors finally slid open, allowing him to walk down the lobby and out of his building.

The street was unusually crowded at this time, the past five days the streets were deserted as soon as the clock struck nine-pm. He couldn’t run to the closest forrest or country plaine, he needed to leave the area before they could see him take off.

So, he started walking. Voices filled his head - the French didn’t try to hold back compared to Americans. Thats when he realized, it was friday night. There were people flooding the streets. More specifically, humans flooding the streets.

“Shit.” He breathed out, knowing that he’d not only have to cancel his meal, but interrupt someone else's. He started walking to the loud music, cursing himself for being this stupid. Who other than Edward Cullen would want to find his potential murderer?

As people danced to the music, he slid toward the bar. He ordered a beer to maintain face amongst the others around him.

“Merci.” He started to turn back to the dancing bodies, but stopped when he heard the order the bartender was receiving.

“Un whisky et un verre de ce champagne.“ The man said, waiting for his drinks to be prepared. Thats when Edward realized. He had ordered champagne. Both the human man and the bartender had thought it was weird someone would order champagne in a club like this. But she always ordered champagne, always. It was what she would tell her victims to order before she took them outside.

He watched the man take the drinks, hoping he was wrong about the partner. He cursed as he realized he wasn’t. She drank, flirted, and of course lured him outside. Throwing some coins on the bartop, he quickly followed. But, he was too late. Her body was flush against the human mans, she was having a bloody good meal. Edward would be lying if he didn’t debate joining her.

“I see you’re still denying your nature.” She pulled off of him, letting the body drop as she stood still.

“I see you’re still wearing red so you don’t need to worry about stains.” He replied. She smiled and turned to him, looking him from head to toe. “I don’t know why you still despise me after all these years, Y/N.” her smile faded.

“Despise you? No, Edward I quite admire you.” She walked over to him and pressed her hand to his shoulder, “I really do think you’re one of the strongest of our kind. You could be stronger, but you suppress yourself. You drink rats blood, while I drink how our kind is meant to. Shame, really.” She walked behind him and her hand wrapped around his neck. He couldn’t move, her powers overtook him. “Imagine the life you and I could lead if you would just submit”. He shuddered at the last word. He was always a sucker for her when it came to seduction and she knew it.

“What do you want?”

“Oh, nothing much. I just want the natural order to be restored.” She smiled and kissed his neck sofly. “Imagine yourself, in Italy with the most powerful of our kind. You could have me every night - for the rest of eternity.” his eyelashes fluttered as she continued kissing his neck. “Do you want to see how good it would feel to be with me every night?”

“Please.” He whimpered. Thats all she needed to release him from her grasp and push him against the dark brick wall. Their lips connected as if they were puzzle pieces, moving in perfect harmony with each other. She pulled away, slithering down on her knees, she was going to make him realize how much he needed her.

“Shall I?” She asked, running her hand up his thigh softly.

“Yes, God, please.” Edward begged, she loved hearing him beg for her touch.

“You always were weak when it came to sex, wonder if you still moan at the smallest, little,” Her hand groped his growing cock. His stomach fluttered with pleasure, and he couldn’t hold his moan, “Touch. Edward, you can read my mind, you can see what I have planned.” He looked inside her head, seeing the pleasure she could inflict upon his body if he would just wave a white flag.

As she took off his trousers, he debated surrendering or not. Was she worth living a life he wanted nothing more than to shun? Every time they saw each other, the sex was electric almost. She made him feel like a prey being hunted by a predator, and he loved that. As much as he hated to admit it, part of the reason he kept turning down the offer was because he didn’t want to ruin the cat and mouse relationship. He knew she loved the chase, that was why she was so persistent. But did he still feel a hatred towards her? Yes. He had seen her slaughter entire groups because she didn’t get her way. But tonight, he decided, he would wave a white flag and lower it once the sun rose.

He snapped back to reality, she hooked her fingers around the waistband of his briefs, looking up at him through her long lashes. He looked down, beginning to place his hands on her head, but was stopped by her pinning him to the wall. Her gift was useful in many situations.

Tugging down, she smiled when his dick was finally isolated. He was all hers tonight, he was painfully hard for her and only her. Her hand grasped the shaft, pumping a few times before licking a long stripe up. He made a moan of pleasure and she rewarded him with taking his length down her throat. She gagged and felt his hips buck, making her withdrawal.

“Wait-” He began.

“No, you broke the rules. What did I tell you about greed, Edward?”

“That it had no place in our sex life.” She smiled and stood, slapping his cheek a few times.

“Dress. We’ll be going to my hotel room, you may not deserve anything, but I do.” He rushed to pull up his pants and follow her.

She pushed him down on the bed as soon as the door was shut, lifting her dress up, she straddled him.

“Imagine, you agree and this is every night for the rest of our time.” Pulling down his pants she spat on her hand and guided him to her slick cunt. He slid in with ease, making her eyes roll into her skull. He could hear her mind scramble as she slowly rocked her hips. “Feel so fucking good, shame you have to be so fucking stupid.”. He was sure if he had blood he would have just bitten it and bled out. She was so fucking hot, watching her nails dig into his firm stomach. He adored her from this angle, especially when she didn’t even bother to to take her clothes off.

“Can I touch you, please?” She smiled and nodded, letting his hand move so his thumb could skillfully rub her clit, making the coil in her stomach tighten. Her movements got faster, and he heard her mind beg for more. He slightly lifted his hips while continuing his fingers. Her orgasm washed over her, causing her to scream out in pure bliss. She stopped her hips, swinging her leg over his body and straightening her dress. He looked at her in confusion, he still hadn’t cum.

“You can cum when you agree to join me. I had my fun, now leave.” She said coldly. He pulled his pants back up, stumbling back to the apartment he had spent every night and day in. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t consider saying yes to her.

As long as it was her

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