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devotedcrook · 13 days
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zhongli x fem! reader ( 18+ explicit )
smut / lemon / heavily lewd ─── she/her pronouns. cunnilingus, fucked silly, creampie, breeding, dirty talking, degradation and praise. sweet talking, fluffy, established relationship, pet names. zhongli being a caring dom, [name] being a needy sub. mondstadt reader.
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ᅠᅠ“AH!” [NAME] CRIED OUT, riding his fingers from her place on his thigh. she was trapped within his embrace, access denied from moving her limbs. she panted heavily as she whined loudly, his fingers moving inside her pussy being a literal heaven to her heated body.
“shh,” zhongli hushed her, almost cooing at how adorable she looked. she was completely at his mercy, hips gyrating in abandon for more friction. he loved the power he had over her, taming her fiery spirit into a puddle of nerves. “you don't want us to get caught now, my little dandelion?”
the nickname he gave you always made your heart beat faster. in the context of their activity, it only caused her core to drip with more of her fluid, drenching his hand as if he gather water from bishui river.
this time, he audibly purred and gather her into the warm embrace of his arms, inserting a third finger inside her. she moaned relentlessly, slumping to him as she tried to cherish his touch, imprinting the sensation of his fingers to her memory.
“such a good girl, my perfect little slut,” he cooed as he kissed her cheek, mouth trailing and lingering besides her insatiable lips. “spread your legs for me, darling.”
[name] was so shy when she took a deep breath and parted from him. cheeks aflame in a lovely blush, reminding him the sakura trees from inazuma island. so pretty, so cute, so adorably his. she laid back down on the grass, her soft body illuminating a argent glow from the light of the selene ─── zhongli could only think of how utterly exquisite she was, how beautifully perfect did her imperfections made her.
she spread her legs open for him, looking at him with a unsure expression. zhongli wanted to take all her uncertainties and fight them head on, make all her fears crumble. her dripping sex was a sight to behold, and he inhaled deeply when the aroma of her arousal greeted his senses, sweet and alluring as was she.
he immediately dived in, grabbing her legs and wrapping them around his broad shoulders. his mouth locked around her drenched core, causing [name]'s back to arch with a cry. zhongli hummed merrily across her folds, licking and slurping like a man depraved from water, thirst unquenchable and a want for more.
“zhongli! zhongli!” she tugged at his dark hair, grinding her core across his face. “fuck ── oh, fuck!” she cried, mouth agape when a long and loud moan escaped from her throat, her body trembling from all the pleasure.
the dragon of liyue growled, a sound almost animalistic in her ears. she felt herself at the edge of her peak, heart beating faster than a mile. he grabbed her hips and shoved his face deeper into her cunt, tongue prodding her sensitive muscles, and licking any substance that had her legs tightening around his head.
his tongue was rough, drawing slow circle around her clit, dipping down to prod at her entrance, and thrusting in. he closed his eyes and let his instincts do the talking, moaning into her as he drank her juices. [name] arched off the ground and sobbed when his gentle actions turned aggressive, his teeth nibbling around her flesh as he trusted his fingers inside her, drawing a whine out of her.
“that's it,” his baritone voice made her walls clench around his digits. “give it to me, love. give it all to me.”
the dum broke, and [name] was officially sent over the edge. tears trailed down her face as she sobbed, grinding on his face and trying to get his fingers deeper inher, eyes rolling back in pure bliss. incoherent blubbering could only be heard as zhongli thrusted his tongue and fingers inside her, gathering all her nectar for him to consume. her liquor dripped from his face and to the ground, droplets running down his neck and towards his torso. what a beautiful mess, the scent of her prominent in the air, marking his own body as hers.
[name] panted, her arms weakly tugging him upwards. zhongli chuckled and nuzzled into her throat lovingly, placing open-mouthed kisses along her sweet flesh while his little dandelion wrapped her arms around him, surging him down for a indolent kiss. he groaned into her mouth, arms wrapping around her frame protectively as their hearts synchronised under the gaze of the moon, their voices carrying harmonies of love across the breeze.
the kiss turned frenzied, [name]'s hands going all over his body. she touched everything she could, from his hair to his neck, from his shoulder blades down to his navel. his back wasn't left unscathed either, now marred with the bruises of his one and only.
“more,” she moaned, pressing her soft ample bosom against his hard chest. “i need more i ── zhongli!” there was a urgency to her voice that caused the hair of his body to stand up in goosebumps, his blood thrumming in excitement.
“hmm, you need more?” he angled his head, pressing gentle and barely there kisses on her lips. “aren't you being greedy, my girl?” he pecked her forehead, hands trailing down to her waist and to her hips, his thumb rubbing circles on her skin.
a blush rose on her cheeks, embarrassment settling in. however, in one swift move, [name] reversed their positions so she could now be on top. surprise flashed through zhongli's amber eyes, clearly being taken aback ── something to which [name] took slight pride of.
she leaned down on him sensually, moves slow and deliberate. her hands cupped his cheeks, rubbing her thumbs over his pretty face.
“so what if i am?” she demanded rather defensively. “you wouldn't dare to leave me here, all alone in the wild, would you?”
never in a million years.
his soft gaze must have given her his answer because the next thing he knew, [name] lowered herself over his cock, grinding on top of his length as to tease him. he gritted his teeth at the implication, a direct refusal on penetration. he let his control slip away, giving her the reigns ─── for the meantime. puffs of air left her lips as she humped on his length, coating him with her fluids. he was erect and hard at her ministrations, causing him to sigh in content.
zhongli was utterly relaxed by now, muscles untensing. he was in a languid state of bliss, not quite at his peak, but comfortably getting there. she was taking her time with her movements, drawing out her teasing with affectionate touches. her finger was feather-like as she grazed them along his cock, caressing the skin softly, never grabbing him fully. she was so gentle on purpose, petting him and drawing out a string of pre-cum from his tip.
he sank his fingers to her plump ass, eyebrows furrowing. he cock had turned a angry red, ready to burst. [name] was grinning sinfully down at him as she continued treating him like the most delicate little thing in the world. his blush stained his ears with the same colour of his cheeks, hips jolting with a gasp when she paid special attention to his tip.
her index finger caressed his length back and forth, and his breath picked up. he gripped the grass underneath him, biting his lip as he gazed up at her bouncing breasts, due to the fact that she was now grinding on his thigh.
and suddenly, the hazy state he was in was broken by his own need to penetrate her so hard until she wouldn't be able to walk. he blinked, taking a deep breath before he drove her hard down to his cock, causing [name] to yelp at the unexpected action.
“fuck!” she tossed her head back, and zhongli didn't waste a second as he sat up and bite the skin on the column of her neck, groaning loudly in satisfaction.
“you are so wet,” he marvelled, nose buried behind her ear, taking in her scent that had his eyes roll back and jolt his cock up inside her. “i'm going to fuck you so hard,” he kissed the spot there, teeth nibbling the skin with the intention to leave a bruise. “i'm going to leave you dripping, until you beg for more.”
she blushed heavily. “morax!”
his archon's name left her lips so naturally. zhongli's eyes dilated in pure want at the sound of his name, said in a reprimanding tone no other would dare to use with him. he bite her earlobe in retaliation, causing her to cry out; such a sweet sound she immited that was melody to his ears.
“[name],” he wrapped his arms around her once again, and guided her on how to bounce on his cock, her pussy taking him so readily that wet sounds could be heard. she was moaning relentlessly by now, words foregone for the sake of incoherent mutterings and pleasure. she planted her hands on his shoulder and started taking him deep inside her, her walls squeezing around him almost painfully. her breasts were temptingly swaying in front of his eyes, reason why he leaned forward to take a hard pebble between his lips, causing her to moan out in approval and tug at his hair.
“you're squeezing me so tightly,” he muttered, his lips leaving a blazing trail from her sternum and up to her gaping lips. he took his two fingers and tapped at the flesh, and [name] didn't have to question it as she wrapped her lips around his digits, humming and sucking the remains of her cum.
zhongli groaned, kissing the edge of her occupied mouth. “good girl, you're following my orders so well. i'm so proud of you.”
[name] whined at the back of her throat, teary eyes pleading as she shamelessly picked up her pacing, riding him ─── using him to get off. her eyes rolled back and she choked when his fingers delved deeper down her throat, the moment his hips jolted up to accommodate and reward her hard work.
she was getting so close, even zhongli could feel it. his cock was caressing her pulsing core deliciously, and he never bottomed out, always remaining inside her. he was that long that even if she got to her knees, he would still remain wrapped around her silky heaven. she wrapped her hands around his arm and started imagining his digits was his cock instead, sucking and lavishing him with her attention so much that she grew even more wet than she thought, her juices gushing all over him.
he took his fingers back from her mouth, barely glancing at the strings of saliva between them, and started circling her clit. [name] screamed, bowing over him as the simplest of touches sent her over the edge. she cummed long and hard around his cock, drenching him point white.
and then she whimpered.
zhongli rarely heard a sound coming from her that was so raw, so incredibly real. knowing she let him break down her walls, feeling so safe around him ─── zhongli was so damn honoured that his heart was now beating only for her. he placed her leg over the neck of his elbow and drove harshly into her, causing the woman to blubber as he prolonged her orgasm.
he groaned as he pumped up to her, forcing her hips down with his hands. she was so hot and tight around him, he wasn't sure he could hold on any longer. he took in the sight of her crying face, her gaping mouth, the sweat glistening upon her skin. he gasped when suddenly, her pussy clenched around him in a vice grip, purposely. small moans left his own lips as he buried his face between the valley of her breasts, clutching her close to him.
“what did you-” do? he wanted to ask, but instead a gasp of pleasure escaped him. warmth seized his body and after a few more times of bouncing on his cock, he came inside her, drenching her walls with his cum.
[name] inhaled a breath in surprise, despite her panting. her eyes widened as she could feel him spilling into her. her hips picked up their pace and she started fucking her pussy down harder to him.
and for that, zhongli lost all his inhibitions. he quickly switched their positions, now he on the top, and fucked his erected cock right into her special spot. [name] arched her back and wailed, another orgasm rippling through her, milking him as her nectar ran down like a waterfall.
he fucked his cum into her cunt. his, his, his. that's his pussy to cum into, the moans she emitted for only him to listen to, the way she gyrated her hips and looked at him so lustfully ─── that was only for him. that insane amount of dragon's possessive nature, protecting their treasure. she, his dandelion, the most precious weakness he ever had in his life.
“zhongli, i can't-!” she sobbed, shaking her head. but he only kissed her forehead, murmuring sweet everythings on her ear. she clutched in to his shoulders and spread her legs wider, moaning loudly at the brand new sensation.
“of course you can,” he cooed. “look at you, spreading your pretty legs like a slut. you're absolutely drenched.”
he pivoted his cock inside her, movements precise and hard against her body. her cunt squeezed him as he handled her knees up besides her face, positioning themselves lovingly into a matings press. he kissed her with all the passion he had, and [name] melted right on the spot, her stuttering moans swallowing by his lips.
“'cum inside me,” she hiccuped, much to her embarrassment. he, however, found it endearing. “zhongli!”
he couldn't help it, he chuckled at her. here she was, all day not being able to form a single word. his soul warmed at the mere fact of bringing her such delectation. he was so hard by the time he started driving into her once again, eyes completely focused on her lips as she moaned his name.
she felt herself giving in, and she let everything go as she squirted all over them, a scream lodging in her throat before she tossed her head back, letting it loose along with her earth-shattering orgasm.
zhongli fell on to her and aggressively tilted his hips back, releasing inside her once again. he panted and groaned besides her ear, cock twitching inside her pussy. never leaving from her wet embrace, plugging his seed in her.
[name] kissed him softly this time, sighing at how full she was feeling. she closed her eyes as her lover peppered kisses all over her face, causing her to laugh hoarsely. zhongli hummed in enjoyment and purred from his chest, content to let his cock warm around her walls and snuggle into her softness.
[name] ran her fingers through his long brown hair as he cushioned his cheek on her breast. she looked up at the starry sky with a tear slipping down her face, but a loving smile presenting on her lips. she was feeling so happy at the moment. she took in the beautiful sight of qingce village, the flowers covering their intimate forms.
“i love you,” she murmured.
he hummed, looking up at her and pressing a gentle kiss on her jawline. “i love you more.”
(he did.)
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tearsofastraeax · 4 months
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worship me
"What a sight to behold. There were no poems, or sonnets, no paintings, or sculptures that were more beautiful than this man between your legs in that very moment..."
pairing: simon 'ghost' riley x könig x fem!reader word count: 3.2k tags: 18+, porn without plot, poly relationship, oral sex, vaginal sex, rough-ish sex, dirty talk, ghost and könig are obsessed with reader, praise kink note: please bear with me, this is my first time writing for these guys and i haven't posted any of my writing in a long ass time. ✧ check out my masterlist for more ✧
You had been waiting for three days now. The silence of your apartment overwhelming and getting more depressing by the minute. You knew they would be returning today, at least that’s what they had told you when they left. 
So, to surprise your favorite men, you had taken extra care of yourself today. Spending hours in the bathroom dolling yourself up. Rubbing sweet smelling lotion into your soft skin. Curling your hair just how Ghost liked it. And finishing it off with a skimpy white lingerie set, just how König liked it.
And now you were lying down on the couch, in direct view of the front door of your apartment. Eagerly waiting, no scratch that, impatiently waiting. Your fingertips were itching to graze over their bodies, your lips tingling to taste theirs. It was torture. And what was even more torturous was Ghost’s order to keep your fingers off yourself while they were gone. “No touching yourself till we’re back, you hear me, y/n?”
As your thoughts drifted off to your last time with the men, you nearly missed the click of the lock. Your eyes shot towards the door, and just in time you saw the doorhandle being pushed down. Your heart was beating rapidly now. Your palms becoming sweaty. Your breath caught in your throat. 
Finally, the door opened. Ghost stepped in first and your gaze immediately roamed over his body. He was wearing his usual black baclava with the skull print on the lower half of his face, his eyes the only thing you could see. You couldn’t help yourself, your eyes darting from his face down his body, to his thick legs wrapped in tight dark jeans. At the sight of his bulge your mouth nearly began to water. 
Right behind Ghost, König stepped through the door, the frame in contrast to his giant form looking like that of a doll house. At the sight of his thick arms and broad shoulders barely hidden behind a black long-sleeved shirt, you pressed your legs together in anticipation. 
“Hmm, Prinzessin, you look ravishing”, König said, slamming the door closed behind him. 
You watched as Ghost stalked toward you, your breath hitching in your throat. 
“I was waiting for you …”, you gasped. Ghost’s gaze was boring into yours, and before you knew it, he had reached you on the couch. He wasn’t a man of many words, so instead he grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you roughly towards him. “He… Hey…”, you got out before you were lifted and thrown over Ghost’s shoulder. You could barely catch your breath before you felt his large palm grabbing one of your ass checks, sinfully massaging it. 
You heard a breathy chuckle, as you saw König’s boots approaching you. You tried lifting your head to look at the man but were stopped by a hand caressing along your cheek. 
“Doesn’t she look beautiful, Ghost? All made up for us. I bet she’s already so wet for us, don’t you think?” While König spoke you noticed him stepping out of your sight, coming up behind you, now facing Ghost, who was switching between kneading your ass and slowly stroking up and down your right leg. You let out a trembling sigh, your nerves were on edge. Every touch felt like sparks cursing through your whole body. 
“I bet she is,” Ghost rumbled. In that moment you felt another hand slowly traveling up the insight of your left thigh, inching closer and closer to your midsection. Before you could gather your thoughts, you felt fingers pressing right on your cunt, your underwear long soaked through. You could only imagine the sight, the white lingerie by now see-through, merely an annoying decoration at this point.
“Scheiße, Ghost she’s so fucking soaked for us.” Your breath hitched in your throat at König’s words, your body trembling. You felt him remove his fingers from your drenched slip. The loss of contact evicting a moan from you. 
But before you could further protest, Ghost started to move, carrying you towards the bedroom. From your position on his shoulder, you could see König following behind you. 
Once in the bedroom, Ghost threw you down on the bed. You immediately missed the contact, his rough hands on your naked skin, the soft caresses he gifted you with.  
As you took in the two men standing at the foot of your bed, a whimper left your pouted lips. They looked so massive standing there in your small bedroom, so out of place and yet so fucking right. 
“Have you been a good girl, y/n?” Ghost asked, his intense gaze sending shivers down your body. You nodded eagerly, wanting to please him – oh how desperately you wanted to please him. 
“You didn’t touch yourself while we were gone?” He asked, continuing his interrogation. While he locked his gaze with yours, König started to step around the bed, slowly creeping up behind you. 
“I … - I was a good girl, I was waiting for you…”, your heart was pounding as you spoke. You thought you saw Ghost’s mask slightly hitching up at the corner of his mouth, as if he was smirking underneath. 
“Then it seems you deserve a little reward, don’t you think, mein Engel?” König was lowly grunting behind you, his voice so close to your ear. You suddenly became overwhelmingly aware of your surroundings. You felt the heat coming off the giant of a man behind you, the mattress dipping underneath his weight, as he settled down on it, leaning against the headboard. Then you felt calloused hands wrapping around your body and pulling you in, till you sat between König’s spread legs.
Ghost in the meantime had not moved, just standing there at the foot of your bed. Waiting, watching. 
You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat. “I’d like that,” you whispered. And as if he was waiting for your permission, Ghost started to move toward you, effortlessly stalking over the mattress, till he was kneeling in front of you. Your legs involuntarily spread apart a little further to make room for him, and while doing so pressed further into König’s legs. The touch had your skin nearly catching on fire. You could hardly contain yourself, yet they hadn’t even started. 
You looked up through your lashes at Ghost, who was watching you which such hunger in his eyes it nearly shattered you right then and there. Before you could try to recollect yourself, his hands were on your hips, wrapping around your underwear and violently ripping them off you. At the sight of you, bare and oh so wet for your boys, you heard a shaky breath in your ear and saw Ghost’s eyes widen. 
He didn’t wait long before his hands roughly wrapped around the back of your knees, and hitched them up, nearly folding you in half, while König patiently held you to his chest, one arm wrapped around your waist. You’ve never felt safer, never felt more alive. Then Ghost dipped his head down, and you felt his breath ghosting over your wet cunt. A breathy moan escaped you at that, your body trembling with the sensation. 
You felt Ghost slowly pressing soft kisses through the mask to your inner thigh, so close and yet so far from where you really wanted him. Where you needed him. 
A disgruntled whimper escaped you, and you heard König chuckle behind you. “Maybe you should tell Ghost how much you want it, y/n.” 
Your gaze focused on Ghost between your legs, his face so close to your pussy. What a sight to behold, there were no poems, or sonnets, no paintings, or sculptures that were more beautiful than this man between your legs in that very moment. So, you took a deep breath and tried to find your courage. 
“Ghost, please. I need you … I need you so bad. Touch me … please.” Your words came out as a whimper, but judging from his expression he heard you well enough. His eyes swiftly met yours, and you could swear he was full-blown grinning underneath his mask. 
“Hold her for me, König.” Is all he said, before he pushed up the baclava, just above his mouth. In the meantime, König rested his hands underneath your ass, lifting your legs slightly and pushing them apart, presenting you to Ghost on a silver platter. A meal for the taking. 
You felt ready to explode as Ghost finally leaned down and pressed a kiss to your clit. He slowly traveled further down, peppering small kisses all over, till he suddenly stopped and dragged his tongue through your folds, right back up again to your clit. A loud moan escaped you. Fuck, if this was not the best feeling in the world. 
Ghost ate you out like he was starving for weeks, and you were his life-saving meal. He swiveled his tongue around your clitoris, drawing circles around it. You started to feel one of his fingers slowly spread around your wetness, before diving into you without another warning. He was pumping his finger in and out, and in and out. His mouth devouring you. Right there, sitting on his knees, he looked like he was worshipping you, like he was praying to an old forgotten god. 
You barely registered as König’s hands slid off your legs, instead unhooking the bra behind your back and discarding it. His large hands embraced your breasts, his thumb and index finger softly twisting your nipples between them. At the overwhelming sensations all around you a breathy moan escaped your lips. 
“You’re our little whore aren’t you, Engel?” König whispered in your ear, his lips dragging along your neck. You whimpered in agreement. You would let these two do anything to you, you just wanted them around you, in you, pleasing you, worshipping you, praying to you. 
Ghost suddenly added another finger, now pumping two in and out of you. At the sensation you could hardly help the moan that burst from you. It felt so good, too good. Your body slowly contracted, you felt the whisper of an orgasm spreading over your body. But before you could even think to concentrate on the feeling, to throw your head back in extasy they stopped. König dropped his hands, a breathy laugh in your ear. Ghost sat up, a slight sheen on his chin. You whimpered, your eyes darting from the one to the other in distress. This was not what you wanted, oh no. 
A grin spread across Ghosts features as he leaned forward to capture your mouth in a kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips. He possessively licked into your mouth, and you couldn’t help but return the kiss like a starving woman. You lost yourself in the feeling, your pussy begging to be touched again. But before you knew it, he stopped once more. He shared a quick look with König behind you and pushed his baclava down. You made a disappointed sound in the back of your throat. 
But your boys certainly didn’t want to disappoint you, instead König picked you up from behind, manhandling you into the right position. You ended up on your hands and knees on the bed, your ass just hanging over the edge, perfectly positioned for Ghost to stand behind you. He gently stroked your ass, admiring it even, looking at it like someone would gaze at a painting in a museum. “So beautiful”, he mumbled behind you. 
You got distracted as König positioned himself in front of you, your eyes in direct line with his bulge that threatened to tear apart his pants. But before it could do so, he slowly opened his dark cargo pants and freed his thick length. You mouth watered and you bit your bottom lip. This never got old. And the man was beautiful, well, his massive cock was for sure. You stared up at him through your lashes, knowing that the simple gesture nearly made him internally combust. 
In response to your teasing eyes, he roughly fisted a hand around his cock and smacked it against your cheek. “Open up, y/n.” You didn’t waste a second and listened to his order, opening your mouth wide, waiting to be filled by König. He grabbed your chin with the other hand and tilted your head up slightly before he started to slowly glide the tip over your lips, further down over your tongue till it bumped against your throat. The slight pause fooled you into thinking he’d pull out again and gently consume your mouth, but oh no, instead he roughly pushed his cock even further in, making it disappear down your throat. You gaged around it, quickly trying to level your breathing. He was so deep inside you, the tip of your nose getting tickled by his pubes. You dared to look up at him again.  
“What a good pretty girl you are, mein Engel”, he sighed contently. But he didn’t leave you there for long, his gaze lifting to Ghost and you had no idea what look they exchanged, but just a moment later and you felt König start to move slowly, in and out and in and out. Constantly forcing his massive length down your throat.
You heard Ghost behind you unzipping his pants, and the anticipation in your stomach threatened to overwhelm you. You felt his hands gently roam over your ass checks and suddenly, he slapped his right hand hard on one of your ass checks. You moaned, but it was muffled by König’s cock down your throat. Then Ghost’s hands left you completely and you were about to cry out when you felt his tip slightly grazing over your slick folds. 
“Are you ready to be filled up by us, baby?” You wanted to answer Ghost, you wanted to scream yes, you wanted to nod and tell him how badly you wanted these men to split you apart. But all you could get out was a muffled groan while you tried to wiggle your ass in anticipation. You heard him faintly laugh behind you, the tip of his length slowly dragging up and down your pussy. These men sure knew how to tease you, how to drive you to madness and push you over the edge.  
Without another warning, you felt Ghost push inside of you, his whole length quickly buring inside of you, till you felt the rough fabric of his barely opened pants scraping against your sensitive naked skin. You moaned loudly, just in the same second König pushed his fat cock down your throat. Both men stilled, completely filling you up. And you felt like you might explode, like you might tear at the seams and fall apart. But your two favorite soldiers were nothing if not generous and so you felt them start to move again. First slowly, then faster and faster, till they were rutting into you so hard you nearly crashed and burned if they weren’t so perfectly in sync. 
The way these two men were fucking you made you feel like you were going into an ecstatic state of pure bliss. And then you felt Ghost wrap his arm around your hip, his fingers finding your clit with ease. He started rubbing small circles around your sensitive spot till you started to see stars. Your muffled moans filled the room, and you felt your muscles pull together, getting ready to explode. Oh, and how you exploded, it took Ghost just mere seconds of gently massaging your clit before you screamed around König’s cock in your mouth, your eyelids fluttering close, your world being shaken from its axis. The force of your orgasm nearly made your body give out, but the two men dutifully held you up, while they continued to fuck your holes relentlessly. 
You barely registered König’s moans as his thrusts became slightly erratic. You slowly came back to your senses and looked up at the giant in front of you. Your eyes met and you could see his pupils slightly dilating, his breathing becoming unsteady. And then you felt his cum shooting into your mouth, slowly running down your throat. In the next moment he was pulling out, his hand resting underneath your chin to tip your head up. He shot the rest of his thick load all over your face. You kept your mouth open, trying to catch as much as you could, slow drops already dripping down your chin. You moaned loudly as König forced his cock down your throat one more time. 
“Now clean it off, Prinzessin”, he said, and you hollowed out your cheeks slightly as you passionately sucked on his thick length. But before you could have your fun with König’s still hard cock, he pulled back, looking down at you with such wonder in his eyes. 
“You look so pretty covered in my cum, mein Engel. You should see her Ghost – she looks so perfect.” Your felt your cheeks growing warm from the pink tint that graced them. You may got fucked senseless by these two men every time you saw them, but their words affected you just as much as they did the first time. 
Meanwhile, Ghost was still fucking you hard, his hands grabbing your hips so roughly you’re sure they would leave a mark. Just how he liked it, he wanted you to remember him, not just in your mind, but he wanted your body to show it too. 
“How do you want it, babygirl? Do you want me to cum inside you? Or do you want your face covered even more?” You’re sure your cheeks were now burning even more at hearing Ghosts words. 
“I … - I want to taste you …”, you managed to get out, your voice merely a whisper. 
You nearly started to doubt that he even heard you, but then Ghost pulled out of you. The emptiness he left behind making you gasp, already missing the feeling of him inside of you. König flipped you around again, resting you against his chest, as Ghost stepped up in front of you. He roughly jerked his thick cock, before he violently grabbed your face and pushed his full length inside of your mouth. You gasped but gave yourself to him. He fucked your mouth with such ferocity you were sure he might as well be bruising your throat permanently. But you didn‘t even have time to worry about it any longer, before you tasted his cum coating your tongue, his load filling your mouth. And then Ghost pulled back too, covering your face with the last spurts he jerked out. 
When he was done you finally swallowed the load and innocently looked up at him. You could swear you saw a smile spread across his features, his eyes crinkling at the corners. 
“Such a good girl, we’re so proud of you”, Ghost murmured, as he took his thumb and collected some of the cum dripping down your chin. You greedily opened your mouth and sucked the liquid from his finger, letting a soft moan escape you. 
“Beautiful girl, you look so good covered in our cum”, König whispered in your ear. You smiled at them, their words of praise warming you up from the inside.
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You Belong to Me
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This is the first thing I’ve written in years but Shadow and Bone (and particularly Nikolai Lantsov!) is my new hyperfixation and I had the urge to write something, so here we are. Based on the prompt: “Mine.” “Say it again.” which I got from tumblr forever ago.
Summary: Reader is in an established relationship with Nikolai and they get jealous seeing someone else flirting with him so they decide to remind him who he belongs to. Turns out the King finds jealous/possessive reader a turn on, who would have guessed?
Word count: 2K
Warnings: NSFW - 18+ only. A tiny hint of a plot but really it’s just smut, hand job, jealousy/possessiveness, slight praise kink if you squint, reader can be any gender you like, I’ve left it deliberately vague for your reading pleasure :)
The grand ballroom was so full that you could barely move an inch without bumping into a visiting noble, courtier or ambassador of some sort. Musicians were playing at one end of the room and waiters flitted about with trays of champagne.
You scanned the crowd in an effort to locate the King. Your eyes found him finally near of the centre of the room, surrounded by young ladies and you sighed, because of course he was. You had only left Nikolai’s side for a few minutes, but that was all it took for the vultures to descend. You supposed you couldn’t really blame them, he was gorgeous. Intelligent and charming too. Wherever he went, people were drawn to him like moths to the proverbial flame. Your relationship with the King had started many years before, when he was just a wayward second son with little hope of ever inheriting the throne and though his circumstances had now changed, your love for each other remained stronger than ever. Nikolai could be a bit of a flirt, but you trusted him implicitly. You knew without a doubt that anyone trying to tempt him would fail. He would be going home with you, still that didn’t stop the surge of jealousy that burned uncomfortably in your stomach as you made your way across the room to join the group. Nikolai’s eyes lit up as he saw you approach and he reached for you immediately, wrapping his arm around your waist without even the slightest hint of hesitation. You watched with a perverse sense of satisfaction as obvious disappointment flitted over the faces of his companions and several of the ladies politely excused themselves, quickly losing interest now they knew for certain that the King was taken. The last young lady however, was not so easily deterred. She looked you up and down with barely concealed distaste as Nikolai made the formal introductions and then finally she offered you a saccharine smile - entirely for his benefit you assumed, since it was obvious that it pained her to do so. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you said, smiling brightly. You would be nice if it killed you. It would only cause problems for Nikolai if you went around being rude to his guests, regardless of wether they deserved it or not. The other woman made no response, already turning her attention back to the King as if you hadn’t even spoken. Apparently she didn’t share your concerns about rudeness. Nikolai cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence, “Miss Antonova was just telling me about her home in Kerch.” “Oh yes,” Miss Antonova exclaimed, twirling a lock of her dark hair around her finger, “As I was saying, you must come for a visit, your highness. I know my father would be honored to host you.” “What a generous offer,” Nikolai smiled, “perhaps we may take you up on it someday.” The young woman beamed at him, pleased with his response. “We could make it one of the stops on our honeymoon,” you suggested, just to watch her face fall. “Absolutely not. I should not consider our honeymoon a success if we are to be fit for company at any point,” Nikolai grinned impishly and you shook your head fondly, a blush spreading across your cheeks at the implication. You could feel Miss Antonova glaring daggers at you. “Well, perhaps you could make the trip to Kerch on your own instead, moi tsar,” she simpered, batting her eyelashes at him, “I would be happy to volunteer as your personal guide.” You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. "I bet you would,” you muttered quietly under your breath, though not quietly enough if Nikolai’s sudden coughing fit was any indicator. Miss Antinova moved closer to him, her face creased in concern, “Goodness, are you alright?” She asked, laying a hand on his arm. You glared at her, touching the King was in no way appropriate. Nikolai gave you a look, shaking his head minutely - a gesture you knew to mean leave it alone. So you bit your tongue even though you wanted to tell her off. “Yes, I’m quite well,” Nikolai assured her once he had recovered, “My apologies.” Despite his reassurance, and the heat of your still disapproving glare, she did not move away or remove her hand. Instead, she moved further into his personal space, close enough to be considered indecent in your opinion. Her delicate hand curled around his clothed bicep. You struggled to fix a polite smile on your face when in your head you were fantasizing about breaking her fingers one by one. “Oh my, you have very strong arms,” she gushed and this time you did roll your eyes. For Saints sake. Nikolai met your gaze over the top of her head and you saw amusement dancing in his eyes. “I work out from time to time,” he told her with a wink, “It’s important to keep my army training up to date.” Miss Antonova giggled girlishly, as if he had said something ridiculously funny, and you decided that was quite enough. “I’m sorry but you’ll have to excuse us,” you stated bluntly, “the King has an urgent, private matter to attend to immediately.” Rather than wait for a response, you turned and firmly grasping Nikolai’s hand, pulled him away and across the crowded room towards the door. Although he could easily have escaped your hold if he had wanted to, Nikolai followed you without complaint, allowing you to lead him out of the ballroom and through the Palace hallways as though he were a boy rather than the King. Entering his chambers you made sure to lock the door behind you and then you stalked towards him, forcing him backwards until his back hit the wall behind him. “Something wrong, my love?” He asked, an amused little smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth. “The audacity of that woman,” you grumbled, “Mooning and flirting, and touching you! As if I wasn’t standing right there.” “Oh, I don’t know,” he mused, eyes sparkling with affectionate humor, “I thought she was just being friendly.” “Friendly? She was all over you!” you objected. “Maybe a little bit,” he conceded with a slight tilt of his head, his smirk widening. “But you know that I would never accept her advances, or anyone’s for that matter,” he insisted earnestly as he reached out to tuck a loose lock of hair behind your ear, “So what does it matter?” “I didn’t like it, Kolya,” you muttered irritably, yanking at the knot of his cravat in an effort to remove it and almost choking him in the process. “Really?” he chuckled, “I hadn’t noticed.” He batted your hands away so he could loosen the offending item himself, pulling it free of his collar and unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt as he went. You narrowed your eyes at him. “It’s not funny.” He hummed in agreement as he dipped his head to kiss you, slow and sweet, just a soft brush of his lips over yours, but your were in no mood for romance. You nipped at his bottom lip impatiently, licking hot and demanding into his mouth when he opened up to you. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer as you threaded your fingers through his hair, kissing him hungrily and sucking on his tongue before you surfaced for air. You kissed an open-mouthed line across his jaw and down his throat, pausing to nip and suck at his pulse point. “Ah. Not above the collar,” he reminded you gently. You huffed, pressing yourself tighter against him and wedging a knee between both of his so that your thigh was pressed against his crotch. He was already hard and knowing it was because of you - not her - tempered your jealousy a little. Nosing down into the collar of his shirt to reach the juncture of his shoulder, you sucked a stinging bruise into his skin. His hips bucked in response. You couldn’t help but smile as you admired your handiwork, a surge of possessiveness rolling through you. “Mine,” you murmured as you laved your tongue over the offending mark. Nikolai groaned low in his throat, rutting against you more insistently. “Say it again,” he gasped. His voice was rough with arousal and you lifted your head to regard him, surprised by his reaction. You felt a heady rush of power as you looked him over. His eyes were dark, his pupils dilated with lust. His lips were shiny and kiss–swollen and his face was flushed, a deep blush spreading from the tips of his ears all the way down to his chest. You had barely started and he was already wrecked. “You belong to me,” you purred in his ear, nuzzling at his throat as you reached a hand between you to stroke him through his pants. He made an involuntary keening sound, his eyes slipping closed as he pushed himself into your palm. “No one else gets to touch you like this, do they?” He shook his head frantically, hips straining towards you, desperately seeking more friction. You sighed, feigning disappointment. “I can’t hear you,” you chastised, “Use your words Kolya." “No,” he breathed, “only you.” “That’s right,” you agreed, smiling against his skin.
You rewarded him by freeing him from his pants and he moaned as you used the precum that had gathered at the head of his cock to slick your palm. He laid his forehead against yours, opening his eyes so that he could follow the movement of your hand as you jerked him in a firm, fast rhythm until he was panting. When you knew he was near his peak, you lifted your head to meet his eyes. “Mine,” you whispered possessively, a seductive smile on your lips. He shuddered, his head dropping to your shoulder and his hands tightening on your waist as he came with a soft cry, thick stands of cum covering your hand and the front of his shirt. He slumped against the wall, boneless in the aftermath of his orgasm. “Well,” he said breathlessly, “that was..,” “Intense? Incredible? Life changing?” you suggested helpfully, and he snorted a laugh. “I was going to say unexpected, but those work too.”
You brought your clean hand up to his throat, running your thumb over the dark bruises you had left just below the line of his collar. "I'm afraid I've made quite a mess," you said, "I'm sorry." And you were, now that the bitter sting of jealousy had faded and you had returned to your senses.
"Don't be. I don't know if you could tell but I rather liked it," Nikolai grinned, "and besides, I've made a mess of you too, so I'd say we're even."
"I suppose that's true," you agreed, bringing your hand up to your mouth. Your tongue snaked out to gently lap the remains of his release from your fingers and he groaned, scrubbing a shaky hand across his face. “You’re trying to kill me,” he accused and you laughed as you leaned in to kiss him. Nikolai pulled you in closer, deepening the kiss but keeping it sweet and unhurried.
"Give me a moment to recover and I'll repay the favour," he promised.
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sherxplained · 25 days
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So, long awaited Fyodor's backstory.... Asagiri dropped the bomb on us just like that, huh?
First of all, he looks so fine. And we established he has a thing for being underground and chained up, et cetera.
For all we knew, he could be the very first ability user ever, or if he even the one who's created these abilities in the first place. Hence, his obsession and all these talk about "God, Men, and Devil" and why he's also there in alternate universe.
His existence is a crime and his punishment is to always continued existing.
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I do hope he won't be the classic case of "I'm immortal and I want to end it all" and that only can be achieved in a world without ability.
Or, he simply misleading Sigma and in extensions, Dazai and Agency (unlikely though)
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whiskeyghoul · 3 months
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Green green dress || [Spencer Reid x F!Reader] Pt.2
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A/N: Enjoy the longest chapter I have written thus far. I didn’t want to split it up into two parts but this is a long one as you can tell by the word count. I personally love it though, I am so happy with how it turned out and I hope everyone enjoys it. If you do please like and reblog to share. 
Read pt.1 here
Tags: Spencer is a munch, this is just smut, plot what plot?, shameless behavior, that boy is whipped, p in v, unprotected p in v.
Wordcount: 3.8K (are we ready to rumble?)
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Dinner at David’s had gone over really well, the food was delicious as usual. Pork with lentils, he had explained it as an Italian tradition to ring in good fortune for the new year. You had sat next to Spencer, who so graciously had pulled out your chair for you to sit. Dinner was served and you chatted away the night, interrupted with bites of the wonderful food and sips from the red wine that paired beautifully with everything on the table. You had been in an interesting conversation with JJ who had sat across from you, Will by her side, when you felt a hand on your lower thigh. Slowly slipping up the side slit, under your dress. Your eyes widened slightly as you looked over towards Spencer, who was innocently conversing with Aaron. Quickly clearing your throat, trying to remain calm as you felt him graze his fingernails over your nylon stockings, closer and closer to the upper edge. Further up your dress than you would have deemed proper in any situation, especially with your colleagues around. Looking back to JJ, trying to continue your conversation like before. A flush dared its way onto your neck as Spencer started to trail his hand up and down your inner thigh languidly. His hand meeting where your stocking ended and your skin started. His finger hooking under the edge as he grazed the circumference.  
Quickly, your lips found the wine glass, taking a swig of the red wine to hopefully relieve some of the heat starting to swirl its way throughout your body. Your left hand traveled under the table and placed it over Spencer’s to halt his movements. You didn’t necessarily want him to stop, but rather pause it until the both of you got home. Instead of stopping he flattened his hand against your skin, his light touches turning to a squeeze of your thigh. You bit your tongue, not wanting to give anything away in case the other profilers at the table noticed what was going on. Your hand squeezed Spencer’s, causing him to finally interrupt his conversation with Aaron to look at you. You met his eyes, a warning look directed his way. “Are you feeling alright? You look kind of flushed.” Spencer stated, you could see a glint of mischief in his eyes as he spoke. “I think I just need some fresh air.” You stated as you scooted your chair back to stand up. Spencer let go of your thigh, hand quickly falling to his side. You got up, readjusting your dress as you excused yourself from your colleagues. “Let me get you a glass of water.” Spencer got up himself, heading to the kitchen as you walked to the patio. You didn’t need a glass of water, but you didn’t object to him. You knew, when you were together on the patio you could tell him off. 
Stepping outside was nice, the air was cool on your skin and wind ruffled your hair. Taking a deep breath did feel nice in the chilly air. The patio door slipped open and closed behind you, signaling Spencer had come to give you your glass of water. You turned to face him. He was holding a small glass, not holding it out to you but just kept it to himself. “Spencer. You can’t do that when we’re with our friends. If they saw, we would never hear the end of it.” You scolded slightly. He had been incredibly touchy all evening and Derek had made a comment already about how much PDA Spencer had been showing. He liked to tease your boyfriend about how whipped he was for you. Spencer wasn’t really helping his case this evening. “They already do. Besides, you are looking absolutely stunning and it’s taking way too long for us to get home. Dinner ended half an hour ago.” Spencer objected as he took a step closer to you. He set the glass of water on the side table that stood out on the patio. Freeing both his hands to grasp your hips and pulling you closer.
A small gasp escaped your lips as you were pulled against him suddenly. “Spencer, we can’t just leave straight after dinner. It would have been rude.” You explain, trying not to get lost in his touch. His hands wandered from your hips to your ass, grasping through the velvet to mold you to his body. “It’s rude that you walk around in this… dress.” He sounded almost frustrated as he spoke. Putting extra emphasis on the word dress. “You expect me to act normal when all I have been able to think about is you. How good you look, how sexy you look. When Derek looked at you all I could think about was how much I want to keep you all to myself.” He rambles off. It hit you then and there just how desperate Spencer was, the effect the dress had on him, the effect you had on him. You opened your mouth, wanting to speak but being cut off by Spencer for the second time that evening. His lips molding to yours, tongue invading in moments to press against yours. You reciprocated his kiss enjoying the taste of his lips mixed with the remnants of dessert from before. 
After a few seconds you pulled away, catching your breath for a moment. Spencer didn’t let up, kissing down your neck like it was his one purpose. “Spencer, please just, let me think for a moment.” You pleaded as he continued his onslaught. His lips on your skin were always intoxicating. He had memorized all the spots that made you weak in the knees. “Just, come home with me.” He muttered against your skin as his lips moved up to your ear. His left hand cradled the back of your head as he sucked the skin where your jaw ended. His cologne wafted up, enveloping your senses, clouding your mind even further. “Alright, alright.” You held back a moan as he sucked a bruise into your skin. You felt his lips curl into a smile, his feelings of triumph clear. He pulled away from your neck, pressing his lips to yours again, softer this time. His eyes filled with a puppy like joy as he seemed to get excited to leave. “We should at least say goodbye. Make up a lie that you’re not feeling well.” Spencer started, grabbing your hand and leading you back inside. 
Your entrance to the dining room was quick, Spencer already walking along to grab your jackets as you explained you weren’t feeling well. Assuring David that it wasn’t his cooking. Lying that you felt sick before coming and it had been the reason you had arrived late. Penelope had a certain look of concern, wishing you a speedy recovery and to feel better soon. JJ on the other hand, had a sly smirk on her lips as she caught on to the real reason you were leaving. Spencer returned, helping you into your jacket and ushering you out the door with a final goodbye to the team. Well wishes were called out as you left. The car ride to Spencer’s apartment was quiet mostly. Spencer had his hand on your thigh whenever he could. Once at the apartment building he had his arm around you the entire walk up. Already trying to slip off your jacket before even reaching the front door. You tried to shakily insert the key into the lock, twisting it open before nearly falling into the entrance way. Spencer had you pressed up against the wall before  you were able to turn the lights on. His hands were everywhere, as if they had been itching to touch you all evening. Like he hadn’t done so already. Your hands moved to his shoulders, forcing the jacket off his frame as he mimicked your actions. The articles hit the floor with a soft rustle 
His hand slipped under the slit of your dress, reaching up to grab everywhere he couldn’t touch before. Smooth hands trailing up your thighs, fingers hooking under your garter belt, unclipping them from your stockings. His hand pushed into your stocking, you could hear the delicate nylon rip, thanking your past self for getting a cheap pair. Your hands were in Spencer’s hair, cupping his head and pulling his face towards yours. Mouth finding his in a heated kiss. The soft curls slipping between your fingers. Spencer moved both hands to right under the swell of your ass, pulling you up until he lifted you off the ground. You got the memo, wrapping your legs around him to allow him to carry you away from the wall to wherever he wanted you. 
You were able to kick off your heels as Spencer walked you to the couch. The thud of your shoes hitting the ground sounds throughout the room. Your lips wandered from his, peppering his jaw with open mouthed kisses. A nibble here and there to tease. He groaned softly, from the back of his throat, like he couldn’t hold it in any longer. Gently, he lowered you onto the couch, sitting on his knees as he placed you on the edge. He looked at you, big brown eyes never leaving yours. Filled with such devotion and admiration. His lips were parted, beautifully pink as he breathed softly but labored. Pushing the velvet of your dress up until it piled up around your waist, exposing matching emerald lace panties and a garter belt. The straps that kept your stockings in place hanging down to the sides uselessly. His hands started at the edge of your panties. Slowly, gingerly, moving down and sliding the stockings down your legs with his movements. Goosebumps trailing behind his touch. 
Once the nylon piled on the floor Spencer’s hands moved up again. Up the back of your calves, to the sides of your thighs before he got to your hips. Your dress fell down slightly, covering the top edge of your panties back up. Though not for long. Although Spencer seemed to want to keep the dress on for as long as possible it seemed to be in his way. His hands pushed up the dress further as he simultaneously pushed you to lean back into the couch. Hips still teetering on the edge of the couch but at least this way the dress wouldn’t be in his way. “God, you look so beautiful. So perfect.” Spencer whispered as he leaned closer to you. His hands moving back down to your hips and starting to slowly pull down your panties. Exposing your already wet pussy to the slightly cool air. He kissed you, your hands moving to cup his face and hold him close. You didn’t want to break the kiss, needing him close and wanting to keep tasting him. “I need you Spencer.” You whimpered against his lips. Your legs wrapping around him absentmindedly. Like they were supposed to be there. 
“You said you’ll do anything I want.” Spencer pulled away from the kiss, eyes meeting yours, quoting your words back to you. “I did.” You reply, nodding your head ever so slightly. “I want you to lay still and be pretty for me. I want you to enjoy everything I will be doing to you. I want to hear you, every little noise of pleasure.” Spencer whispered, his eyes full of need. God you could drown in those eyes. You nodded your head again. The atmosphere was different from other times. It felt more charged, more electric. Spencer smiled, his hands made quick work of adjusting your position. Placing your legs over his shoulders, arms wrapping around so his hands lay on your pubic bone, right above the trimmed hair.
The position caused him to be face to face with your exposed pussy. He blew softly on your clit, the air causing a gentle shiver to move through your body. There was a certain extra sensitivity to you. Spencer’s eyes landed on the glistening wetness forming on your folds. You watched him lick his lips as he took a deep breath through his nose before he moved down. Starting at your pubic bone he slowly kissed downward. You moved slightly, urging him to give you some of the relief you needed. The heat in your body was growing, the want only increasing. Spencer let out a soft chuckle, it sent some vibrations through your skin but was nowhere near where you wanted it to be. “Spencer, stop teasing.” Your voice sounded whiney, desperate even. “How can I say no to you?” Spencer answered seconds before his tongue trailed a languid stripe up your pussy. A moan breached your lips as you finally had some friction applied to your sensitive clit.
Spurred on by the sounds you were making Spencer wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue against the bundle of nerves interchangeably. He was doing anything in his power to elicit sounds from you. Your hand traveled to his hair, grasping at the soft strands to keep him going. Softly pulling at it to urge him to continue. Your tugs at his hair caused a groan to be pulled from him, sending vibrations through your pussy only heightening your pleasure. "F-fuck, Spence. Feels so good.” You moaned, moving your hips to meet him and feel more of the delicious pleasure.
Spencer watched you intently as he continued to go down, one of his hands leaving your pelvic bone to trail down. You felt his finger part your folds, gathering some of the combined slickness of his saliva and your juices. He inserted it easily, your arousal making it effortless. He curled his finger inside, hitting that spongy spot that sent shivers throughout you. Wanton moans and praises fell from your lips as you felt your climax build. Spencer added another finger unexpectedly. You pulled his hair in response, unable to form words but needing to show just how close you were. “Come for me, I want to taste all of it.” Spencer pulled away for a moment to speak those words before he continued his onslaught on your clit. The combined efforts of his hand and mouth finally pushing you over the edge. 
The orgasm hit you like a wave, noises stuck in your throat as you felt your walls clench around Spencer’s fingers. Your hips bucked almost involuntarily and your thighs tightened around his head. Holding him in place as you rode out your orgasm. When finally the pleasure subsided you were left a panting mess. A muscle in your leg twitching ever so slightly leaving it shaking. You let go of Spencer, who sat up straighter and looked you over in your disheveled state. His hair was a mess, his lips and chin still covered in your juices shone in the dim light of the room. You watched him lick his lips. He seemed satisfied with his work though not satisfied sexually. That hunger still lingered in his eyes.
Your eyes glanced downward. The bulge straining in his pants looked uncomfortable, all that pressure couldn’t be doing anything good for him. Spencer, apparently noticing your look, smirked. “Already wanting more?” He teased his hands finding their way back to your waist. He moved you so you could feel his hard-on against your still sensitive pussy. A soft whimper escaped your lips as he ground his hips into you. The seam of his pants, rough against you, was just too much. The emptiness inside you begged to be filled by him. “Take ‘em off. I want to feel you.” you pleaded, putting on the best puppy eyes you could muster in your post bliss state. Spencer grinned softly, leaning in closer. His lips barely ghosting over yours. “You know I can't say no to you. Especially when you look like this.” He whispered before kissing you once, twice before he sat up straighter again. His hands left your hips and you could hear the clink of his belt unbuckling. Another rush of excitement flowed through your body. You already knew Spencer would do anything you asked, if you asked nicely, but to hear him say it was a whole nother thing. He couldn’t resist you. Like you were his own personal vice he did not even try to resist. 
His hands were fast, trying to get himself out of his pants. Your eyes followed his hand as he gave himself a few strokes as he finally released his erection from his pants. The groan that tumbled from his lips was pornographic. You could see the relief on his face at finally being freed from its confines. Your hand reached out to his tie, grabbing it and gently pulling him forward by it. Giving him a nudge in the right direction, if you will. You felt the tip push against your wet entrance, already wanting and waiting for him. Spencer used his hand to guide his cock into your waiting pussy, slowly pushing in, making sure you felt every inch going inside of you. It was torturous pleasure the way he was sinking in so slow. When he fully pushed inside you Spencer groaned again, from the back of his throat, it was needy and lust filled. He stayed still for a second. Basking in the feeling of you around him. Your legs wrapped around his waist, his cock buried to the hilt inside of you, your walls clenching around him.
“I’ve been waiting for this since I saw you in this dress. All evening. I've only been thinking of this.” He said, letting his hand wander up your dress until it reached your breasts. Massaging your left breast through the soft fabric. You practically mewled at his touch. He dipped his head down, placing a kiss on your sternum, between the hills of your chest. Before he started to gently suck on the skin, creating a small bruise only meant for his eyes. He looked at you, at your dress that had ridden up to your waist, your disheveled hair, at the dark red mark he'd sucked into your chest, just how perfect you looked for him. 
When he started to move it took you by surprise. From the way he had pushed in and taken the time to look you over like you were his world. You somewhat expected him to take it slower than usual. Spencer did pull back slowly, but when he snapped his hips forward with speed and accuracy it made you gasp out in surprise. He hit that spot inside of you that sent ripples of pleasure throughout your body. “Oh, fuck. Spence.” You cried out as Spencer repeatedly thrust into you. Your grasp on his tie tightening as he pounded into you with vigor. Each thrust punctuated with the sound of skin hitting each other. Your lips parted to allow each whine and moan to pass. You knew the thing Spencer loved most was hearing your sounds of pleasure. His name passes your lips in breathless pants.
His rhythm was merciless. Spencer’s left arm wrapping around to pull you closer against him, his hand slipping under the fabric to touch your skin. The layers of bunched up clothing were hot. And even though you would rather take it off it seemed that Spencer was enjoying it to its fullest. His ragged breaths and groans indicate just the extent of his enjoyment. Whispered praises of “you feel so good.” and “so beautiful.” were heard between his groans though you were far enough to not be able to respond to his admirations. Especially when he moved his right hand to your pelvis. Thumb starting to rub your clit in figure eights. Adding pressure and stimulation that was bordering on overwhelming. He was fucking you like a man starved. Every time he hits that right spot inside of you causing white to flash before your eyes. He pushed you closer and closer to the edge. You let go of his tie, lacing your hands together behind his neck to pull him in for a kiss. Or more like needing to moan into his mouth. He eagerly swallowed every noise, his tongue slipping against yours drawing out more. 
You started moving your hips, meeting each of his thrusts as you got closer and closer. Using your legs anchored behind his back to draw him deeper with each thrust. Feeling that familiar knot in your lower stomach grow and tighten you knew it wouldn’t be long. And Spencer picked up on it immediately. “You're going to cum for me again, aren’t you?” He breathed, a satisfied smile on his face. He was awfully eloquent for a man who you knew was also bordering on hitting his climax. You knew by the way his dick was twitching inside of you, the way his rhythm would falter every few thrusts, the hoarseness in his voice, you knew exactly how to tell he was close. “‘M so close.” You managed to moan against his lips, tightening your arms around him. “I know, cum for me.” Spencer said as his pace didn’t let up. His thumb continued to rub your clit, speeding up ever so slightly. It sent you over the edge. Stars flashing before your eyes as the familiar waves of pleasure overtook you for the second time that night. White, hot pleasure. You couldn’t contain the loud moan that pushed through you, almost like a yell with its intensity.
He fucked you through it. Though his rhythm failed with your walls clenching around him so tightly. His hand left your clit in lieu of holding you tighter, fucking just to get himself off. He bowed down, his head in the crook of your neck as his hips stuttered to a slower halt. He groaned against your skin, sending vibrations through your skin as you felt the spurts of his spunk coat your insides. It was so hot. So incredibly full. With a few lazy thrusts he eventually pulled out, you could feel the slow drip of his cum falling out of you onto the leather couch but didn’t register it. Your eyes were focused on Spencer as he slowly sat up, heavy breaths as he raked his hands through his hair. Coming down from his high like you were. He looked so beautiful in the afterglow. 
“I’m sorry, I made a mess.” He apologized as he looked you over. Eyes landing on your pussy overflowing with his cum. “You better clean it up then.” You answered, slowly sitting up with heavy limbs. “We’ll have to get you out of the dress.” He said with a slight hesitance. Like he did not want to see you in anything else ever again. 
“Don’t worry. I think I will wear this dress more often.” You winked.
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Me: I watch bleach for the plot
*the plot*
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lofaewrites · 1 year
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Like I Do
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Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Avenger!Reader
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A/N: Hello lovelies! This is Lo coming to you live & in technicolor with first smut I wrote ever! A lil plot thrown in too, It’s a two-parter that's based on the song Ode To a Conversation Stuck in Your Throat by Del Water Gap,
CW: cursing, slight angst, mentions of violence/injury (reader is enhanced), bucky barnes metal arm(i have a thing shut up) switch dynamics (subby! bucky🫡), daddy kink, slight choking, oral (M receiving) unprotected p in v(don’t be like them), cream🥧
This is porn with a plot! So if you aren't 18+, this isn't for you, I will come for your kneecaps!
Pet names (English) - Doll + Baby + Pretty Girl (Russian) - малышка + ангел
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“And it hits me. I don't want anybody else touching you like I do.”
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Bucky had never been in a situation like this. In the 40s, while he got attention from girls for being both handsome and a soldier, it never really went further than a couple of dates or a night under the sheets.
In the 70 years of being under and coming out, this had never happened.
The pit in his stomach was starting to get to him.
To get to the heart of the issue, we must begin with what can only be called an issue of the heart.
It wasn't planned, it wasn’t anticipated, it just happened, a cosmic intervention if you would.
Being an Avenger isn't easy; it's a commitment.
The whole saving the world thing isn't as easy as it may look to the general public. Like all commitments, it takes time. The kind of time being 24/7, it's a lifestyle more than a career. Dating and romantic relationships are on the back burner unless you can find someone willing to deal with the long hours, lack of communication, and the potential loss of their partner.
You and Bucky had fallen into whatever this was months ago. After a mission went wrong, you had to go to one of the many Avenger's safe houses, and soon enough, you were tangled up in the sheets, neither of you thinking about what the morning after would bring, allowing yourselves temporary bliss.
For Bucky It was the first night in years that he slept without his nightmares waking him up.
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~6 Months Ago~
The sun coming through the window woke him up and his heartbeat quickened at the sight of you, your eyes closed and soft breaths from your lips fanning against his chest.
The sun coming through the window woke him up and his heartbeat quickened at the sight of you, your eyes closed and soft breaths from your lips fanning against his chest.
Theres a spark that ignites from having you in his arms, nestled into the crook of his neck with your arms around his waist.
It's the closeness he craved, but he had to get up so he maneuvered himself out of your grasp, holding his breath praying he wouldn’t wake you up, and lucky for him he didn't.
The only response came in the form of a small whimper before you curled yourself up into the blankets. He took a minute to just take in your features. You looked like an angel.
After he found his boxers and sweats he put them back on and made his way to the small kitchen, deciding to make coffee for the two of you, he knows just how you like your coffee, and luckily when Tony was setting up the safe houses he put out a questionnaire for the whole team which meant that there were very nice (and expensive) coffee makers in each one.
When he finished he went and sat down at the kitchen island and started to drink his coffee hoping you’d wake up before yours got cold.
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The combination of sunlight on you and the smell of coffee wakes you.
Opening your eyes and groaning as you sat up, you were sore, in more ways than one. Looking over to the mirror above the dresser directly in front of you, you saw the deep purple hickeys scattering your collar bones, and then the events of the mission and the night that followed flashed across your minds eye.
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The mission had gone wrong. You had gone off on your own to get the hard drive.
Bucky screaming at you in the coms to stop and wait for him.
You didn’t.
And coincidentally Hydra agents got the jump on you.
So you walk out of the building with a dislocated shoulder, one minor stab wound, a cut right above your eyebrow, and dried blood in your eye. Your wounds heal themselves within an hour, and before getting in the car you pop your shoulder back into place.
The entire ride to the safe house was nearly silent besides the sound of the plates of Bucky's arm shifting as he gripped the steering wheel like he was trying to crush a windpipe. The look on his face was one of rage.
The second the biometric system scanned the two of you into the entryway, He corners you. Pushing you back against the wall and pulling a whimper out of you.
The look of rage plastered on his face hadn't moved but there was something more lurking beneath the surface of those deep blue eyes, something that you couldn’t quite read.
His flesh hand gripped your waist like if he let go you’d disappear, while his vibranium one snakes its way to the in-between of your jaw and neck, pulling your head up to meet his eyes.
“If you ever pull some shit like that again, I swear to god you will regret it. If I give you the order to stay close, YOU.STAY.CLOSE”
The end of his words comes out in a growl that makes his breath dance against your cheek. And before the words can even begin to work their way up your throat his lips were on yours, It was all tongue and teeth.
There was a roughness in it that made your knees go weak, for a moment you were grateful for him holding you up.
When he disconnects his lips from yours he picks you up, wraps your legs around his hips and with a few quick strides of his long legs the two of you are down the hallway and into one of the various rooms.
Abruptly you are thrown onto the bed, bouncing slightly until his large frame cages you underneath him. The look in his eyes had changed, it was softer. The rage was replaced with fear.
“You scared me, Doll. I can’t lose you, I couldn’t take it.”
He kissed you again. And like his gaze, it was softer, needy. After the surprise of his words washed away, you kissed him back fighting for dominance, and surprisingly he let you win. Making the move to flip the two of you so you’re straddling his thick thighs, you can feel the tent in his pants push up against your core.
You pin his arms above his head, and with a silent apology coming from you in the form of attacking his lips in the same way he had done to yours earlier, he moaned into your mouth bucking his hips as if he was begging for more pressure on the growing bulge in his tact pants.
When you pulled away from the kiss you saw his lips were red, the force of it all had almost bruised them. He looked so needy under you, so beautiful. And at that moment it was all for you.
“What's wrong pretty boy, Hm? C’mon use your words”
“Doll please, please can I touch you”
It came out more as a whine than a question.
In response you release his wrists and let your hands fall to the buckles on the straps of your uniform, it falls away to reveal a white bralette with lace around the edges.
Bucky's eyes go wide at the sight, his hands instinctively going up to the straps and pulling them down before attaching his lips to your hard nipple, nipping at it enough to pull a breathy moan out of you.
“You're gonna be a good boy for me aren't you baby?”
The broken yes that fell off of his lips lit the fire in your chest again.
You lift yourself off of him, moving his hands to his sides so you can stand and unbuckle the belt of your tactical pants. The knives holstered on either side weighed the thick fabric down and made it hit the floor with a loud “THUNK”.
You step out of them kneeling at the edge of the bed, motioning with one finger for the brunette to come and meet you, which he does quickly, sitting up on his elbows and shimmying down so his legs are in between your thighs again.
“Take these off for me pretty boy, you think you can do that for me?
Without missing a beat Bucky went for his belt, his hands fumbling from his lack of patience.
He whines and throws his head back before you move up slowly and unbuckle it for him, sliding them off his hips and then slapping his thigh as a signal to lift them so you can work the pants down his long legs.
Once again he listens, his obedience and eagerness causing the wet spot in your panties to grow.
After you get his pants off and throw them away, you start to palm him over his boxers just enough to make him squirm away from you, so you move with him, straddling his thighs again. He looks at you like you're the most beautiful thing he has ever seen, which truthfully to him you were.
“малышка,пожалуйста Ты мне нужен”
(baby, please I need you)
The only upside to being a Hydra experiment was your ability to speak with Bucky this way.
You often switched between languages for the fun of it. For the intimacy it gave.
“Потерпи, солдат, я дам тебе то, что ты хочешь”
(Be patient soldier, I’ll give you what you want)
You start to rock your hips against his hard member, electricity moving through the both of you at the contact, Bucky’s had enough of you being so far away so with his vibranium hand he reaches up to the back of your neck and pulls you down, and into a heated, wanton kiss.
His flesh hand reaches up to the clasp of your bra and lets it come undone, it slips down your arms exposing your chest to him, and he slides his hands down your arms to fully rid you of it.
“I need to touch you, please”
His words are sweet like honey with a hint of desperation. So you let his hands explode your body. His vibranium arm goes around your waist to press you to him, all while his flesh hand goes to your covered clit.
Returning the earlier favor of your touch.
He moves his fingers and hooks them into the hem of your panties, you lock eyes with him as he does, guiding his hand down your hips with the thin fabric shifting between the two of you until they are finally off you and then you are back on top of him completely bare.
“You’re overdressed солдат, let's fix that.”
You raise your hands to the hem of his shirt just above the waist of his boxers and slide it up gingerly, running the tips of your fingers ghost over his muscular torso, until finally, you reach his neck.
He pushes himself up to lean against the pillows and headboard, letting you pull the tight black t-shirt off him.
He knows what's next and does it without you even asking, lifting himself to slide his boxers off his hips, in one swift movement his cock springs from its cage of fabric, and hitting his stomach the tip is flushed red and leaking.
You move down his chest, leaving open-mouthed kisses at the junction of the cold metal plate and scarred skin, then nipping at his hip bone and the inside of his thigh. letting the anticipation build.
Starting with a kitten lick to the aforementioned tip, precum hits your tongue, It’s sweet and tinged with musk. You take your time dragging your tongue down to the base and back, until you finally attempt to take him fully into your mouth, the tip hits the back of your throat, and you gag slightly.
The sound you make earns a breathy moan from the man under you, the dynamic quickly shifts between the two of you.
“Oh fuck” His vibranium hand drifts down to cup your cheek making you look at him, the look in his eyes is so piercing. His irises are barely visible from the lust in them.
“ангел, прийти здесь”
(angel, come here)
You comply quickly, bringing your lips off of him with a pop, But as quick as you are it isn't quick enough for the super soldier.
He hooks his arms around your waist and pulls you up to straddle him, the feeling of him directly hitting your core was sudden and overwhelming. It pulled a soft moan from your lips which was stifled with a kiss, it started just tongue and teeth and morphed into softness, it was like he was pouring everything he didn't know how to say to you into it.
When he finally pulls away to breathe, your eyes meet.
He looks at you with a question in his gaze, like he’s asking for your permission to continue.
You answer without words. Only actions.
You line him up with your slick folds and slowly let yourself sink.
The groan that falls out of his lips brings your attention back to his face, his lips are puffy and tinged pink from the kisses you shared.
His hands go to your hips and he begins to move you, breaking you down while you ride him.
The small moans falling from your plush lips are like music to the man underneath you.
The pressure is building with each thrust until suddenly Bucky angles his hips differently and hits the spongy spot deep within you.
The moan that comes out of you is downright shameful, he’s taking you apart on his cock and soon he’ll put you back together.
“Eyes on me ангел”
The cool metal of his vibranium hand comes up on your cheek as he brings your eyes to his.
“Pretty girl, look at you taking me so well” He cooed at you, his hand began to move down until the cold metal was felt around your neck, he squeezed it just enough to leave you breathless, and the feeling was divine.
Your brain felt fuzzy, like tv static, your hands leaving their spot to clasp around the smooth cool surface of his forearm.
The look in his eye was intoxicating, it was like he wanted to devour you. You could even call it love.
You hoped it was love because you loved him. You had for a long time but were so afraid to ruin your friendship that you never acted on it.
Now though? You knew it wasn’t ruined. It just irrevocably changed. And that was okay.
Your high crept up on you slowly, as he speeds up his movements in anticipation.
“Are you gonna cum ангел? You're gonna cum for daddy right? Just like the good girl, I know you are.”
All you could do was moan, the pressure coming to a fever pitch as he helped you over the edge with a breathy cry of his name.
The two of you fall over it in tandem, the warmth of his spend filling you completely.
All you could do was moan, the pressure coming to a fever pitch as he helped you over the edge with a breathy cry of his name.
The two of you fall over it in tandem, the warmth of his spend filling you completely.
You stay like that for a while, before Bucky separates himself from you, causing you to whimper at the loss, he reassures you silently with a chaste kiss to your lips that he’s not leaving you, he goes into the attached bathroom and comes back with a wet washcloth that he cleans the two of you up with, all while giving you soft praises, after he’s done your back in his arms, a mess of limbs tangled in sheets. It’s blissful, Your own little piece of heaven created in that room. You bask in its after-glow, Together.
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Eli babe I’m not sure if you’re even still taking Soft™️ prompts anymore but if you are I have a MIGHTY need to see you write #36 - giggling during sex 🥹🙏
Sometimes it takes almost nothing—
—Derek’s hand will close around his hip, Stiles will kiss him and fist a hand in the back of his hair, tugging until Derek’s head is tilted up and he can bite down in the junction of his shoulder.
—Stiles will crowd up against Derek while he’s doing dishes, or folding clothes, slinging an arm around his waist and playing with the button on his jeans, and Derek will reach behind him and pull him closer.
But sometimes—Derek comes back to bed in the golden morning hours and Stiles allows himself to be pulled against a strong chest. The only movement from either of them is the slow, rhythmic sweep of Derek’s fingers across his sternum, arm settled warmly over his side. Stiles drifts in and out of sleep, picks up Derek’s hand and presses a kiss to his knuckles. It’s returned on his shoulder, a pathway of soft, lingering kisses that make their way up his neck and end in Derek’s teeth gently scraping his skin, and Stiles lets out a full body shudder.
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Sometimes they don’t bother fully undressing—
—Stiles will end up on his knees, Derek’s jeans only pulled down enough to expose his cock. He’ll swallow him all the way down and let his mouth go lax, close his eyes when Derek’s hand slides around the back of his head and leave scratches on his thighs that will heal instantaneously as Derek fucks his mouth.
—Derek’s mouth will work it’s way down Stiles’ body, hot and fast and desperate. He’ll unzip the pants Stiles is wearing and rip the fabric of his boxers, jacking Stiles’ cock as he looks up at him. Stiles won’t take his eyes off Derek for a second.
But they’re already naked now, skin to skin in their bed. Stiles brings his hand up and around to scratch through Derek’s hair, soft noise escaping through his mouth when Derek’s hand starts to dip lower.
“Mornin’” he mumbles, voice cracked with sleep.
Derek’s response is barely intelligible, muffled against Stiles’ skin. But his follow up—“This good?” is clear, and Stiles hums in assent. He’s half-hard and Derek’s hand is only just above his stomach, fingers still skating up and down. He grinds his hips down and back slowly, tightening the grip he has in Derek’s hair when Derek moans.
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Sometimes they’re quiet—
—Stiles will whisper “oh god oh god oh god��, head tucked into Derek’s neck, will try not to act like he’s not getting jacked off in the middle of dance floor in a seedy club.
—Derek will whisper his name, soft, pleading, bent over the back of the couch while Stiles fucks him, holding him down, one hand squeezing the back of his neck.
Sometimes they don’t say anything at all. Stiles is hard by the time Derek rolls on top of him, cock curving up against his belly. He ignores it to get his hands on Derek; resting on his shoulders, dipping down to his hips, pulling until Derek acquiesces and slides up, knees on either side of Stiles’ head. He kisses the inside of Derek’s thighs, opens his mouth to suck on his cock, so thick in his mouth, Derek’s soft exhale the only sound in the room.
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Sometimes they’re loud—
—Stiles will sit behind Derek on the bed, eyes on the mirror, hands holding onto Derek’s. “Tell me,” he’ll say, and Derek will take a shaking breath and a start to talk, will tell Stiles that he wants to suck him off under the table, wants to be fucked over Stiles’ desk at work, wants Stiles to come on his ass and chest and face. Stiles will stroke him as he talks, firmer and faster the louder Derek gets, the more he says, the more detailed the fantasy.
—Derek will say, “let me hear you,” just before he spreads Stiles’ cheeks and licks into him, works his fingers and tongue into Stiles’ ass until he comes, and keeps at it until Stiles is hard again and almost screaming.
But sometimes—Derek’s making little thrusts into Stiles’ mouth, and Stiles lets out a noise of protest when he slides away. “Not yet,” Derek says, chest heaving slightly in a way that makes Stiles feel strangely proud. “Wanted to fuck you.”
“Well,” Stiles says, waving a hand, “get on with it.”
Derek snorts quietly and rolls his eyes, but seconds later he’s settled back on top of Stiles’ body, mouthing at sweaty skin. Stiles curls a foot around Derek’s calf and breathes out, focusing on the feeling, the buzz of arousal singing through his veins, the drag of Derek’s hands on him, the—
He lets out a stutter of quiet, surprised laughter when Derek’s beard brushes his side and sends a ticklish shiver through him. “Sorry,” he says, and Derek looks up at him with such affection that Stiles can’t help but grin and lean awkwardly to kiss him. He settles back down, sighing out in pleasure when Derek’s tongue drags up his cock, and then—
“Jesus!” His leg jerks up at the feeling of Derek’s beard rubbing against the inside of his thigh, and he clamps a hand over the sensitive spot. When he looks back down, Derek is clearly trying not to laugh.
“Sorry,” Derek says—lies—managing to look at least halfway apologetic. Stiles isn’t fooled.
“Maybe we should switch,” he says, but Derek shakes his head immediately. Stiles gives him a look. “No funny business.”
“Never,” Derek says, and his head ducks back down. Anything Stiles was about to say flies out of his head when Derek starts sucking his cock again, tongue swirling around the head, pulling off to lick at his balls, one of his fingers rubbing over his hole.
“Suck me,” Stiles says, spreading his legs a little more, shifting so Derek can finger him. Derek’s hair is soft when he winds his fingers in, and when he moans at the direction, Stiles gives more. “Just like that—god, Derek, that’s so perfect—use two fingers, fuck, fuck, yes—so good, that’s so—argh!”
Derek is laughing when he sits up, and Stiles can’t even be mad.
He can pretend, though.
“What the fuck, Derek,” he complains, pressing his lips against the smile that automatically wants to appear whenever Derek appears outwardly happy. “I was enjoying a perfectly good blowjob.”
Derek snickers once more before taking an audible deep breath. “I really—sorry,” he says, and falls forward when Stiles rolls his eyes and reaches for him. “It seemed funny?”
“It was not,” Stiles informs him, but he grins anyway and pulls Derek down for a kiss. “You gonna fuck me or have you decided to just go for tickle attacks now?”
“Definitely gonna fuck you,” Derek says, and Stiles heart skips a beat when he realizes Derek is still smiling.
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Sometimes it’s just a release—
—Derek will come home from the gym still worked up, adrenaline flowing. Stiles will drape himself over the arm of the couch, ass up, stroking himself as Derek fucks him roughly. He’ll plant his feet and push back against it, hope there will be bruises on his hips the next day.
—Stiles will flex his fingers in Derek’s hair, holding him down, rolling his hips. He’ll say, “you can take it, baby, just a bit longer, please, fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna come down your throat, you feel so fucking good—” and Derek will take it, hands on Stiles’ thighs, grounding him.
But—
“Derek,” Stiles whispers, the only word he’s said for the past five minutes. “Derek, Derek, oh—please—”
“I know,” Derek says. His voice sounds strained, and Stiles isn’t sure if it’s because he’s close to falling apart or because he’s had his tongue in Stiles’ ass, eating him out since they both calmed down. “Do you want—”
“Yeah, yes, please.” He’s begging; he knows it, and he’ll happily do it again if it means he gets to come on Derek’s tongue. It’s one of his favorite things, and one they almost never have time for. “Touch me again. I’m so close, I swear, just—”
Derek’s hand closes around his cock, and Stiles closes his eyes and cries out when he feels his tongue again, circling his rim before pushing in. Derek has always eaten him out like he’s starving for it, fucking him with his tongue just as relentlessly as he does his cock. Stiles whines when Derek stops stroking his cock but then his fingers are pushing in, hard and fast, and Derek bites at the swell of his ass before leaning forward and over him.
“You look so good like this,” Derek says, voice pitched low; Stiles lets out a sound that sounds half-strangled, but he can hardly breathe. “But you sound even better when you’re begging to come. Come on, baby, let me hear how bad you want it.”
He’s going to burst apart. This is Derek’s apology, he’s sure of it, and he’s not going to let it go to waste. “Fuck me with your tongue,” he says, the words stuttering out, breathless. He’d long since lost his ability to control his breathing. “Please, Derek, please—feels so good, I’m so close, wanna come on your tongue—you can fuck me after, bend me over and—oh fuck yes—”
He thinks he screams. He’s aware that he gets louder when Derek’s fingers rub relentlessly over his prostate and his tongue traces around his rim, but when Derek pushes his tongue in again, Stiles feels every muscle in his body seize up before he lets go all at once, gasping for air as he comes all over the bed and his own chest.
Everything—it floats after that. He rolls when Derek pushes him onto his back, flings his arms around Derek’s shoulders and holds on to sweat-soaked skin as Derek pushes into him, breathing heavily, leaving open-mouthed kisses on the side of his neck. He winds a foot around Derek’s thigh and tries to pull him in closer, tilts his head to better hear the gasps and shallow breathing, the murmured pleas coming from Derek’s lips, and finally, the sweet sigh of relief when he comes.
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Sometimes, it’s all they have time for—
—Derek will grind against him in the kitchen; he’ll suck bruising kisses onto Stiles’ neck as he strokes himself, will come against the soft skin of Stiles’ stomach and rest against him for a few seconds before Stiles will squirm away and half-heartedly glare, his own erection obvious as he wipes himself off with a dish towel that he’ll fling in Derek’s direction with a laugh before grabbing his coffee and taking off.
—Derek will whisper, “come on, come on baby,” and Stiles will come, collapsing against Derek, legs feeling like jello. He’ll watch as Derek brings his hand up and licks it clean, will make a face and say, “look, that’s actually gross—” and Derek will laugh and make sure his jeans are buttoned and drag him out of the alley by the movie theater in time to join their friends.
But now—now, Stiles wiggles until he can hold onto Derek properly, tucks Derek against him and presses a hundred tiny kisses on his face and neck. Now Stiles says, “God, I love you, let’s always take days off together, that was amazing, you’re amazing—” and Derek kisses him back and smiles and tells him if he loves him that much, Stiles won’t mind getting out of bed and getting him coffee.
Stiles doesn’t get out of bed. He pushes Derek out instead, raises his arms triumphantly—and regrets it the second Derek makes a grab for his armpits and starts tickling.
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Sometimes they don’t have time for anything at all—
—Stiles will tear through the living room at six in the morning cursing about being late, will talk at Derek instead of to him, will catch himself at the door and turn back to give his husband a kiss goodbye.
—Derek will come home late, cringing at the dark house, the clean kitchen. Stiles will be asleep already, laying restless in their bed, and Derek won’t do more than strip down and brush his teeth before joining him.
But today—today, they won’t get out of bed for hours.
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raina-at · 2 months
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Writing a plot that relies heavily on canon events in BBC Sherlock is A Journey, for sure.
First of all you have to actually remember the plot, and that's difficult for me because it's been a while since I watched the episodes. I remember Johnlock moments in technicolour crispness, but the cases? No chance.
Then you have to try to make sense of the timeline, which... good luck with that (I know there's a helpful chart, but it's still confusing). Then you have to try to make sense of the plot, which goes something like this: Oh, and then they... wait, what? That makes no sense. Why would he... Wait. I'm overthinking this, aren't I? I've already given this more thought than Mofftiss ever did, haven't I? Life's too short to go down this rabbithole.
And then I personally always inevitably reach the point of, you know what? Fuck it. Let's be real here. Nobody reads a Johnlock fic for its strict adherence to canon anyway. Canon hurt us. Canon betrayed us. I can re-write the case so it makes a modicrum of sense AND get Sherlock and John into bed, and if anyone has a problem with that, well, I guess they can write a strongly worded letter to [email protected].
This Monday morning rant was brought to you by my still slightly Covid-addled brain being overwhelmed with the task of restoring order to the messy, messy, messy draft of my long-suffering Christmas fic. Which is not based on any canon events at all. So.
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sky-is-the-limit · 7 months
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Patrolling with Abby Anderson fics need to be more realistic bc wdym we're not fucking the second we're alone?
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pogostikk · 3 months
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He’s an itty bitty
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thegoblinboy · 9 months
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Veins, Lights, Camera, Action! 18+ Only
Tw; This is just pure smut so be warned
Summary; Eddie is a famous actor who has landed himself in the hospital, where he finds himself receiving a hand job from one of the most hottest nurses ever.
Note; I don’t write smut often so… yeah. Here’s this. (It’s all consensual as well)
Eddie’s hand, shaky but determined creeps down his stomach. A bit hesitant of pulling a IV out but god. He craved to be touched, hospital be damned.
Due to the fact that he was a pretty well known he was thankful enough to get his own room. Knowing that there was a possibility he would’ve been in the same room as a fan and that wasn’t a good idea.
His hand freezes as he watches the door, seeing the shadows of nurses casting through the blurry glass. No one could look in and see what he was doing. His heart was racing, feeling like at any moment he could get caught. Eddie did not handle embarrassment well.
Whimpering he feels his cock twitch, jerking up onto his stomach on its own. Biting his lip hard, he knows that he’ll feel teeth idents later after he was finished on the inside of his cheek as well.
He could do this is in the bathroom, but he still couldn’t stand up for long. That and the amount of equipment he had hooked up to him, he wasn’t allowed to use the bathroom alone on a good day let alone right now. Afraid that he would crack his head open on the sink or floor or better yet break thousands of dollars worth of equipment.
The room is dark, every light off except the screen showing his heart monitor and vitals, so he could see the outline of his dick pressed up against his stomach underneath the green sheets. Blushing in embarrassment as a damp spot starts to form from where the cloth landed on his tip. He had eagerly pulled his hospital gown up his body, not caring about seeing the bandages wrapped around his body. He was desperate to get off. Body dysmorphia could fucking hold its britches just for a god damn second.
His breathing is shaky and the only thing heard in the room as he gently wraps his fingers around his shaft. Squeezing it a little as he feels how hard he was. Groaning as he tilts his head back a bit in the sheets. Just feeling the weight of himself in his hand for a second, processing that he could actually feel his hand wrapped around himself. That alone was a relief. The drugs had numbed him to the point he couldn’t feel his dick, which meant he didn’t know he had a boner until he shifted just right most nights.
He moves his hand up after a second, excited to know he could finally have a orgasm if things went well. Shifting around a bit more he moves glancing over at the tissues. Groaning as he reaches over for them. Barely grabbing them and setting them down on his side. That alone knocking the air out of him as he’s tempted to call it quits. But he knows if he does this he’ll have the best nap after word. He craved for a sleep that wasn’t induced by drugs or pain. He wanted the daze of post orgasm, where he drifts off into his head for a bit before sleeping constantly. Riding out his high.
He needed something, anything to get his hand wet. Sighing he comes to terms with the fact his spit would have to do. Even though it wasn’t the best lubricant, it was better then none. Groaning he spits in his hand, it’s a little disgusting but he doesn’t care as he wraps his hand around himself again. Moving and getting his legs situated, putting the bottom of his feet on his sheets. Squeezing himself again as he takes a moment to play with himself.
Rubbing his thumb over his tip, watching it pull back and a droplets of precum leak out. Sliding down his shaft, mixing with his saliva down to his base. Whining a little his mouth falls open as he starts to move his thumb in circles, and watching his dick twitch around as he overstimulates himself within seconds. Tears forming in his eyes as he groans gently. Moving his other hand up to his mouth to conceal any noises he would possibly make.
He grunts gently in his palm when he realizes he was making himself too wet, forcing himself to pull his sheet off of himself as he prays that there were no cameras aimed at him right now. Or that he got the sheets to dirty. The thought of someone watching him or better yet recording him was causing his heart to race more. He hated this, but he was so horny that he couldn’t just leave it alone. He had already done that for the last four nights whenever the nurse came in.
The nurse with the pretty hazel eyes, the floofy hair and light stubble. The one with arms that were most likely the size of Eddie’s head, the one with the hairy chest that poked out from his scrubs and who also had the veiny hands that he couldn’t help but imagine was wrapped around his cock at this very moment. His imagination so vivid that he was picturing as much detail as humanly possible.
He starts to move his hand up and down, twisting his hand a bit as his eyes close. Pleasure blooming through him as he hears the faint slick noise of his hand moving. He really shouldn’t but he can’t help himself as his hips start to thrust up into the palm of his hand. Smearing so much precum all over his fingers and hand.
“Ah - uh - uh, oh fuck.” He moans a little higher then what his voice could actually reach, cracking gently as he tilts his head to the side. Groaning as he moves his hand careful of the tubes connected to him. Cursing under his breath, he could cry when he hears how loud the tubes were being. How the bed creaked back and forth from his movements.
His face is red as he gives up. Pressing his thighs together as he feels his cock angrily twitch. Deciding it wasn’t a good idea to keep going. Feeling grumpy as he checks his IV. Pulling his gown down in defeat as he glares up at the ceiling angrily. Panting gently, as he felt so embarrassed.
He tilts his head to the side when he hears his door creaking open, the light buzz of chatter coming from the nurses station leaking in as Eddie’s favorite nurse walks in. He can’t help but smile through the tears of frustration as he realizes the other probably seen the whole thing. In his horny daze he didn’t think to much on the camera that was in the corner ceiling. Or the fact that the walls were pretty much paper thin.
Steve was humming under his breath as he moves over to check on the tubes. Like he knows exactly what the other was doing. He moves and checks the others vitals as he catches the sound of the others heart slowly recovering from his excitement. To only start racing again as the other leans over him a bit. Flicking the screen of the monitor before smile charmingly down at the other.
“Must’ve been a fluke,” he winks. Pretending to not notice the way the others face goes red before he moves unhooking the tubes from the others arm. Leaving the needle in as Eddie looks confused.
“Figured you might want to move a bit more freely for a second.” He hums casually as he moves to check the others bandages. Making a oh face when he sees the other hard. A soft flush to his face as Eddie tries not to die from embarrassment.
Steve’s eyes meet Eddie’s for a second before glancing over his shoulder at the door and at the camera. Moving his back to hide both of them as he raises his eyebrow. “So that’s why you’re heart went nuts.” He points out. Eddie nods his head dumbly, whining as he feels himself twitching under the others eyes.
Steve hums as he turns around and pulls the curtain around the bed so that the camera couldn’t see them. He moves as he raises his eyebrow, “so- do you need help with anything before I go?” He asks gently. It wasn’t suggestive, he sounded like he was actually going to give Eddie privacy.
Eddie groans as he whimpers. “Yeah, can you help me?” It was worth trying as he watched the others face grow red. Hesitating as he looks at the door before groaning as he moves closer.
“This never happened,” he says as he moves to the side of the other. Challenging Eddie almost who nods dumbly. Steve raises an eyebrow before Eddie gulps and shakes his head no.
“Never happened.” He mumbles before he watches the other intently as he moves pulling a chair over. Acting more casual then what Eddie would expect someone in his position to be. Then again he has given Eddie numerous sponge baths.
The first touch causes Eddie to spasm a bit, legs kicking out a little as the others lips gently wrap around his tip. Pulling back at the sudden movement. Looking up at Eddie intently, moving his head down and pulling the others foreskin back a little and swirls his tongue around gathering his precum up.
Eddie’s struggling to not cum within seconds of the others mouth around him but it’s difficult as the other moves his head down. Swallowing him halfway before pulling back up. Never going further down then that as he bobs his head a bit. Before pulling up and wrapping his hand around the other. Slowly moving his hand as he catches his breath. Watching Eddie who’s eyes stay on him the entire time. Even though it was a battle to keep his eyes on the other the entire time.
Eddie’s mouth falls open when the other starts to pump his fist down on him way faster then what he had been. It’s so sudden that spurts of cum shoot out as his back arches a bit. Chasing his high as his legs shake. Groaning in pleasure but a little bit in pain as he feels his wounds stretch a bit. He was due for more painkillers, reason why he felt so sober for the first time in days.
He’s panting as he comes down. Mouth wide open before his eyes. Smiling dopely at the other who cleans him up with such ease. “Will you go on a date with me tomorrow?” He asks sleepily.
Steve laughs gently, “oh? And where would the date be?” He teases. Looking back up at him curiously.
“Oh.. you know. The cafeteria.” Eddie grins casually. “Heard the jello cups were pretty good.” He giggles as he feels the post orgasm haze hitting. Steve laughs gently.
“Babe, you take your fore-playing a little to serious.” He hums a little as he leans up and kisses Eddie gently.
“Not my fault my boyfriend is a hot nurse.” Eddie grumbles into the kiss. “And had to, never going to have another authentic experience like this, should get injured more often.” He jokes.
Steve laughs as he rolls his eyes. “No you will not be doing that. You know how long it’s going to take me to delete the footage from security of you jerking off? Honestly should just let it leak, teach you your lesson.” He teases.
Eddie laughs as he shrugs. “Oh well, my acting skills called upon me and I think they did pretty good. There were supposed to be more argument when I asked you to help me you know.” He says amused, watching his boyfriends face go pink.
“Oh shut up,” Steve scolds. Moving and kissing the others forehead. “Though, I will be back in to give you your pain meds.” He comments before he’s turning around and throwing the curtains away from the bed.
“Ok, love you Stevie!” Eddie shouts as the other opens the door. Hearing the faint sounds of awes and kissing sounds coming from the nursing desk. Causing Steve to flip him off as he closes the door behind him after a faint
“Love you to asshole,” is heard.
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thirstyvampyr · 30 days
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repeat after me: movies don't need to be masterpieces. you liked it? good, all that matters! it's art, did it make you feel something? nice, me too!
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mslanna · 5 months
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Consequences of Cuddling with an Incubus
Procrastinating on posting my Beauty and the Beast AU by slipping in this piece of utter smut.
Tav managed to teach Haarlep what cuddles are an is enjoying the well-earnt rewards of their efforts. Until the Master of the House returns early and unhappy from one of his trips. He will have his relief, one way or another. they/them Tav, AFAB with top surgery
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It is worth the pain of getting Haarlep to understand the concept of cuddles for this. Tav lies on their side, one leg pulled up comfortably with the incubus draped over their back. A wing builds a sheltering canopy over them and the fiend's skin is warm against their own, almost like a very heavy, heated blanket. They had not anticipated the devil returning early from his excursion.
Tav wakes because Haarlep squirms over them, moving into a new position trying not to reveal the human under their wing. Still a clawed hand reaches around the incubus and digs its nails into Tav's shoulder. "What have we here?" The voice growls pulling Tav back against the incubus.
"They were lonely, Raphael," the incubus intervenes but to no avail.
"Well, they are not lonely any more, are they?" The devil presses up against Haarlep. "And how rude it would be to cast them out in their time of need."
"It's not-"
"Sh!" A finger clasps over Tav's lips, it's nail digging into the sensitive flesh under their nose. "Stay. I am sure you won't be in the way as my incubus services me, will you?"
Tav freezes, a trickle of blood running from the puncture wound over their lips into their mouth. Then they shake their head carefully.
"Excellent. If you would get to it, Haarlep." There is a threat in Raphael's voice that makes both of his servants shiver. Whatever happened on his foray, the devil did not return home in a happy mood.
Haarlep writhes against their master, working furiously to enable penetration quickly while the devil presses on, every breath an impatient growl.
Caught under the two fiends, Tav does their best not to exist. But the groans of lust and the soft slapping of desire are impossible to ignore. The rhythm hammers into them through Haarlep's body that still covers theirs.
As Haarlep works his master, the incubus' cock slides past Tav's sex repeatedly, each time harder and more intoxicating. They try their best to hold still but the promise of the incubus touch is irresistible. They insides hunger to be filled with the divine cock, created to elicit pleasure.
Slowly, Tav turns and wriggles lower. The breath of the incubus grazes over the top of their head hot and heavy. It takes only a little manoeuvring to position themself in the path of their cock. It slips in easily and the ridges tug on Tav's nerves just as they remember.
The hand returns to their shoulder, nails going for blood unhalting. "Nobody said you can play," Raphael growls. In their craving, Tav completely forgot that the devil feels what Haarlep does in his shape. As soon as their cunt slips over the incubus' cock, Raphael feels it close around him tight and wet.
Tav moans, grinding back against Haarlep anyway. The incubus picks up on the new rhythm and relays it to their master. For a moment Raphael does nothing, then he thrusts forward hard. Tav moans as the force presses Haarlep deeper into them. They push faster. Running themself through until the protrusions of Haarlep's cock hit on all the right spots on their course.
Raphael moves faster. No longer content with receiving pleasure, he demands it with heavy strokes and curt commands. Haarlep bucks under the double pressure, keeping it together to avert their master's ire. They clasp an arm around Tav, holding their rutting body close. A hand slips between the paladin's legs and Tav cries out when the tip of a finger slips over their clit.
They cunt clenches around Haarlep's cock, dragging it in and down so hard, Raphael gasps. "Not the pup," he growls, pushing towards his climax. "You may come, Haarlep, after me, but the straying pup has to learn not to sneak where they don't belong."
Tav feels the devil's orgasm spill over their body, barely cushioned by Haarlep. The incubus wrings his master dry, each move forwards a thrust into Tav as well. They remove their finger from the paladin's clit and when Tav tries to reach with their own, Haarlep catch their wrists with one hand.
Then Raphael retries. He glances at his toys, writhing on his bed. "I want to hear the pup beg," he calls moving to clean up. "I want to hear them all the way to the Feast Hall. Maybe I will feel magnanimous then."
"You heard the master," Haarlep breathes into Tav's ear. "Beg!"
Tav shakes their head. They are not so far fallen to beg the devil for anything. So they clamp their lips shut and endure the infernal cock that drives them to the edge.
Haarlep pulls back before they can come. "Beg," they repeat. Their breath heavy and heady with promised release. The incubus slows down, their penetration precise, tailored to their own desire for once.
"I hear nothing." Raphael returns, his voice full of apprehension and anticipation. "Are you not doing your job, Haarlep?"
Wails of frustration form on Tav's lips unheard. They will not beg as the incubus slowly works himself over the edge. Each time Tav crests towards ecstasy, the incubus drags them back painfully slow. Tav's world ceases to exist outside the cock riding them and the ecstasy dangled before them and denied. Yet they cannot break a single please from their lips.
Finally, Haarlep pours themself into the trapped form under them. Delirious with ecstasy they grind deep and slow until the their cock slackens.
Tav lies on their stomach, limp cock still inside and weeps in frustrated lust. They squirm in Haarlep's grip, trying to rub any part into the sheets that may trigger release.
"You should have begged." Raphael's voice is close and cutting. The incubus is pulled off Tav's back and claws rake down their skin. Infernal heat drifts from the fingers, longer than Tav remembers. They venture a look over their shoulder, but a red-hot hand presses their face into the pillows before they catch much more than a glimpse of yellow fires caged by black bones.
"You should have begged," Raphael repeats. His voice is rougher now, gravel and cinders in the vowels. A second hand descends on Tav's back, bony fingers digging into the soft flesh of their ass. It reaches under their body and for a moment a hot nail claws over Tav's clit. They quiver as pain mingles into their need.
"Haarlep." The word is accompanied with a gesture Tav can't see. A moment later the incubus takes over the old of their head, putting their other hand over their shoulders.
Two jagged hands grasp Tav's hips, holding the paladin an inch higher than their knees support. Then a long claw rips over their clit again and when Tav arches down with a scream scream, Raphael thrust in. His ascended cock burns hot and big, and Tav sputters when it sears into them.
They form a 'please' on their lips but is is lost in the pillow when the devil pulls back for another thrust. He comes down hard, forcing his length into Tav's slick cunt. The heat overplays parts of the pain as Tav widens further than they thought possible.
Raphael works himself into their body relentless and steady. Each time he pulls out completely, Tav takes a gasp of relief, only to have it forced from their body again in a fell swoop. They fight against Haarlep's hold long enough to wail a "please" through their chattering teeth. Then their face is embraced by silk again and their hips shudder under the pleasure and pain from Raphael's ascended form.
"Too late," the devil growls. He sinks back in ridges scarping along Tav's insides. His fire claims Tav's, threatening to crumble the pent up lust with each filled inch. They howl into the silk, need and desire rearing up against the pain.
Just when Tav feels about to break apart, something scrabbles gently against their clit. The feeling vanishes as soon as Raphael pulls back. Tav waits out a harrowing thrust and there, at the every depth of Raphael's plunge the tease returns. A tiny tease. A drop of water into the inferno that slips over them and revives their primal want.
Tav buck against the devil's next coming, forcing themself over the bulky, infernal cock until their clit brushes over the protrusion again. They moan, grinding back to reach a firmer stimulation. A mistake, as Raphael takes up the cue and embeds his full length in them. But each time he enters them completely, Tav's centre is tickled and their arousal swells back up.
Howling into the pillow Tav works, breaking themself over the ascended hard-on that impales them through and through to elicit another thrill from their raw nub. Agonising need for release sweeps through every movement. Saliva mingles with tears in the pillow that embraces their face wet and slick – a mirror of their sore cunt that seeps hot fluids down their thighs.
The irregular edges of the ascended cock work up an increasing barrage, pressing Tav wide, demanding every inch of space they have to offer. The throb turns familiar, bouncing, flaring over sensitive spots, delivering a final outburst when the outer outcrop finally touches down of Tav's clit.
Excited by the paladin's sudden compliance, Raphael fucks down hard. His gaunt fingers scorch lines into Tav's torso where his grip pulls them up close over him. Infernal claws leave red marks on broken skin. His pace accelerates, leaving barely a breath between back and forth. Each muted scream sinks into his desire and boosts his movements.
For a heartbeat, Raphael rests, his cock buried in Tav to the base and the animal respond of sheer need rising from the writhing paladin ignites his lust for power. He circles his hips slowly, scraping along Tav's insides and rasping over their clit. A long wail drifts up, unable to be contained by the pillow and Raphael repeates the motion. Experimenting with the angle and depth of the bulge that grates over Tav's clit.
Their cunt clenches desperately, carving themself on the hard ridges embedded in their flesh. And while Raphael wants to come, to release himself into the whimpering body, the power over this uppity mortal runs through him sweeter than release. He runs Tav's sex over his cock, relishing in their muffled sobs he elicits, the thrashing against him, their inconsolable attempts to scour themself over the edge.
Now and then he pulls out and revels in the wide, slick opening waiting for his return. He forces the length of himself back in one fast movement and the moans crumbling through the pillow closing Tav's mouth are sweet enough to earn them a dedicated wear of their clit. Every muscle of the human's body tremble with want and exhaustion.
An inaudible string of pleas are swallowed the pillow over Tav's mouth. The words are forced out strong about to vibrate in their body. Raphael rewards each with a deep thrust. As the words come faster, so does he. On a cue, Haarlep raise Tav's face and beseeching wails fill the boudoir.
Tav renounces all shame. They plead and implore, ask for more and for release. Incoherent under the devil's impassioned strokes. Their words go unheeded as Raphael rides them to his own climax. He comes strong, burying his cock deep and pressing down deeper in his ecstasy.
Tav wails and struggles into his body, rubbing at the outcrop over their clit with abandon. The devil slackens inside them and allow Tav to press up tighter against the bulge stimulating their clit. Combined with that his size is enough still to push them over the edge. A desperate roar rolls from their lips as Tav throws themself into their release. They grind against the devil, wringing ecstasy from their overstimulated body with every motion.
Haarlep has to pry Tav off Raphael. Their hands a gentle, but firm keep caressing the paladin that keeps grinding against the mattress overstrained by the euphoria and agony ravaging their body. The incubus' tender touch doesn't help. It's inescapable arousal compounds Tav's turmoil as they ache around a centre that is now empty.
An exchange flies over their head in a language Tav doesn't know, coarse and dismissive. Then something slips into them, angular and hard. It doesn't go deep but stretches them still. It is enough to work off the strains coursing at their body. Tav sighs as they slowly relax. Haarlep assists once more, prying their cramped limbs straight.
The incubus rolls Tav to their back where the paladin lies gasping and trembling. Raphael towers over them in his ascended form, skulls managing a leering grin. Hot air wavers around the burning figure, its tall wings folded close to the body. Raphael has his arms crossed and watches with mild interest as Tav wades through their abating ecstasy on the tip of his tail.
When Tav realises what they are riding their ecstasy out on, shame floods their face. But their need is stronger and they hold the gaze of the fiend until they find a semblance of tanquility. Tav closes their eyes with a sigh and lets their head loll back. The bony spire pulls back and wanders up their belly, leaving a slippery trail behind. Tav doesn't resist when it curls over their throat and finally hones in on their mouth.
The black strands covering white hot flame taste of iron and sulphur tinted with the tang of themself. Tav gags on the tail but Raphael pushes on. "I hope you have learnt your lesson," he asks calmly.
Unable to answer, Tav nods.
"Very good." The Tail is removed from their mouth. "Beg."
Disbelief flares up in Tav's eyes. They glance at Haarlep but the incubus seems miles away.
"Do I have to repeat myself?" the devil threatens.
Tav shakes their head. The tip of Raphael's tail hovers before their face ready to strike and Tav knows that they are lucky if it goes for the mouth. "Please!" The word falls from their lips. "Raphael, I beg you." Tav doesn't even know what they are begging for, so their fall short.
But Raphael is satisfied so far. "Go on."
Not knowing what the devil wants, Tav wrecks their brain. Nothing comes to mind. As they hesitate, Raphael moves the tip of his tail back between their legs. When the pause lingers too long for his liking, the devil strikes.
"Forgive me!" Tav blurts out. Their body winces under the sudden intrusion, sore and tired. "I am sorry. I swear! Please. Don't-"
The tip of the tail twists angrily and Tav sobs as memories of the night crash over them. "Please! Raphael. Please!"
Words become difficult under the continued onslaught but desperate repetitions of his name and broken pieces of an ever-present 'please' seem to satisfy Raphael well enough. After what feels like a lifetime, he relents. The tail returns to his owner's side and hovers at eye height as a visible threat.
"It suffices," he growls. "For now. If I find you trespassing again, you better hope I am in a lenient mood. Or this was just a taste of the whole feast."
He turns and leaves Tav whimpering on the bed. Their first instinct is to crawl to Haarlep. After all it was work to teach them the meaning of cuddles. Remembering how they ended up like this, Tav recoils and curls up around their hands instead.
It is Haarlep who curls around Tav, caressing their hair and arm. "He won't be back for a little," the incubus promises. "Coming in this shape always takes it out of him. Enough time for you to recharge and get to the restoration fountains."
Tav wants to believe. They drift away on the tender touch that lays itself over their strained nerves like balm after the violent intercourse. Tav nods of to the pulsing of their sore body. Maybe it won't even matter if Raphael finds them in his incubus' embrace once more.
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Baking Shenanigans
An @inusecretsanta story for @shikonstar!
@shikonstar you are an absolute treasure to this fandom, and I hope you enjoy your gift!
Summary: Kagome had been volun-told by her mother to bring the dessert and cranberry sauce for Christmas Eve dinner, and she couldn’t just go out, get it from the store and show up with a look of ‘oh look, I brought pie…’ She enlists her fiance Inuyasha to help, but he has other thoughts in mind for the whipped cream he is making...
Ao3 FFN
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daydreamgoddess14 · 8 months
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Support System: Alone Time
You and Roy try to find some time alone together...
Can be read as standalone but mentions characters introduced in the Support System series.
SUPER SPICY - ENJOY! 🥵
Roy Kent Masterlist
Full Masterlist
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Living full time with Roy was the kind of wonderful you could have only dreamt of. When Lexie was around, your mornings would be relaxed and fun - he'd return from his session with Jamie, make breakfast with her, and let you get an extra hour in bed. When Lexie wasn't around, he'd wake you with something much better than breakfast. He was careful not to overstep with you in front of Lexie, not wanting her to feel awkward if he kissed you that little bit too deeply. It had meant that the previous habits of (mostly) keeping your hands to yourselves for half a week had stuck with you. Circumstances change, though, and Andy was currently over a week into a two week holiday. Aside from a sleepover with Phoebe and one with her grandmother, Lexie had otherwise spent the whole time with you both, and while it had been lovely to spend a really good amount of time together, you were feeling the frustration. 
"Did Phoebe tell you about the school trip next week?"
"Yeah, Lion King is fucking ace, we saw it last year."
"They're so lucky, I'm sure I never got to go to the theatre on a school trip." You slumped into the sofa next to him and rubbed your eyes, with Christmas approaching you had way too much going on at work. 
"Has Lex got a passport? Have you?"
"Yeah. If you tell me you're booking an all-inclusive beach resort for next summer, then I will definitely make it worth your while."
"I'm just going to lie and say yes that's exactly my plan, but I'm full of shit. It's not." He puts his laptop on the table and moves so you can sit between his legs with your back flush to his chest. You relax against him and focus on feeling his heartbeat thrum right behind yours, all the noise of work disappearing. You close your eyes and let your head fall back onto his shoulder. 
"Shame. Maybe I'll do it next week as a reward for us both getting through work."
"You should, I'll give you my travel agents' info. She'll sort us out." He runs his fingers back and forth over the hem of your shorts. "I've just got her to book something, actually." He says casually. 
"Hmm?" You ask, eyes closed.
"Paris for four nights right before Christmas," he kisses the spot behind your ear that makes your back arch. This time, though, it makes you turn sharply in his lap, your hands landing either side of his hips.
"What?! That's less than a month away!"
"Disney? With Sara and Phoebe. I've already booked her services to have Lex for a day so we can go into the city." The more he speaks, the more into his lap you climb, knees in place of your hands digging into the plush sofa seat, your chest pressed closely to his, nose to nose. 
"Really?" He nods, 
"Just need to send your passport details over. It's booked already," you cut him off with a kiss, arms around his neck. It's been too long (only a few days), so your body can't help but rock down against his. 
"I really fucking love you." You mutter through kisses, "thank you." You feel him smile, his hands running up and down your thighs.
"I love you. But we shouldn't do this here." He tries to stop you from rolling your hips but ends up pinning them in place, feeling the heat of your core against him. You can't help the needy whine that escapes, you push against his hands to try and force more contact but he's obviously far stronger, "nope," he growls. "Not here."
"Better get me to bed then, coach." You trail your hand down between your bodies, giving him the impression that you're about to slip your hand into his shorts and wrap it around him. Instead, you lift the bottom of your vest top and pull it over your head. With his hands still firmly on your hips to hold you in place, he's unable to touch you. You lean forward just enough to kiss him and then climb from his lap completely and disappear with a wink. He follows the path of your clothes all the way to the bedroom. You break the sultry pose you're holding - leaning back on your elbows with your legs crossed demurely - almost as soon as he walks in, falling back to lay flat on the bed in giggles. He's on you in seconds, hooking his arms behind your knees and pulling you towards him.
"You starting something you can't finish?" He leans over you, 
"Oof! I think we'll both finish just fine if you set your mind to it." You tease, pulling his t-shirt off. 
"That's not the worry," he kisses you, "It's you not fucking keeping quiet." His hand slots between you nudges your legs wider open. "What do you think?"
"I can be quiet." You nod, reaching for him.
"We'll see about that." His grin is wicked as he kisses a hot path down your body, roughly palming your breast as he nips at the dip of your waist. "If you make a sound, I'll stop," he warns just before he flicks your clit with his tongue. You draw breath and hold it for what feels like hours as he devours you. He eats you out like he's worshipping you, every touch designed to bring you closer to the edge. You have to bite your own fist to keep quiet, but it's impossible to disguise your laboured breathing. He knows how to read your body and doesn't need you to make a sound to know you're close, your thighs quiver and he gets right to the point where he's certain you're about to come… and stops, moving away from you entirely so he's not tempted to let you finish just so he can keep tasting you. Your mouth drops open in a silent cry of disbelief, and he has the audacity to kiss you, "good girl." He whispers, griping your hips lightly to flip you onto your stomach, but you roll back and pull him close so you can whisper right into his ear, 
"I don't think so, if you're going to make me beg for it, then you can look me in the eye while you do it," his laugh rumbles against you, 
"You're so fucking hot when you're mad. But if that's what you want -" Now it's your turn to laugh, 
"What I want very much, my love," you tell him as you kiss along his jawline, "is for you to fuck me absolutely senseless so that tomorrow, when we're both at work, you'll know that I'm still aching." He rests his forehead against yours, 
"Fucking hell babe, thought I was the one making demands." He sounds wrecked. 
"Hmm. Still going to make me wait?" You smile sweetly, rolling your hips up to meet his. 
"Course I am," he chuckles, his fingers grazing through your folds and pushing into your soaked pussy. "If you're so sure you can stay quiet, prove it," he challenges. Your breathing is already ragged. You both know it never takes long for him to make you come at the best of times, and he's already had you so close to the edge once. He knows your body probably better than you do, which is why he knows exactly when to stop again. He kisses away your frustration once more and lets you catch your breath. He brings his fingers to your mouth and while you suck them clean, your thighs are drawn together like magnets, desperately trying to put some pressure on your clit. He shakes his head and moves to open you up and rest his whole body between your legs, 
"Please, Roy. Please -" you beg, your voice low and husky. 
"Nearly love, one more for me." He pins your wrists above your head and brings himself level with your chest, swirling his tongue around your nipple. Your hips rut up against his stomach, he can feel how wet you are, how much you need him, and it only makes him harder. "You like that? Think I could make you come like this?" He sucks at the soft, sensitive underside of your breasts, leaving his mark on you and dragging you so close to orgasm again. There's no doubt he could make you come just from this alone, he's done it before on nights where you'd spent hours mapping each other's bodies and marveling at the effect you had on each other. 
"No, please no," you plead as he denies you again, "I need you to touch me, Roy."
"Tell me what you want, babe," he whispers, moving above you held up on his elbows. 
"Fuck Roy, I need you inside me," you're quiet, but you really don't think you'll be able to stay that way, your body is vibrating with anticipation. He looks at you with such intense love, you must look a mess underneath him - your hair tangled in bedsheets, your lips red and swollen from where you've been biting them in an effort to keep quiet, and your eyes glazed with a heady combination of lust and love. 
"You're so fucking beautiful." His hand moves to slide up your thigh to encourage you to hook it around him, opening you up further to him. He lines up against your entrance, taking his time to push into you until he's fully seated. You're nose to nose as he thrusts slowly, building you up until you fingertips are digging into his shoulders, urging him not to stop. He kisses you as you clench around him and your orgasm shatters. Making you come undone after so long is enough to send Roy over the edge right behind you. He clutches at you, barely able to keep quiet himself as he spills into you. He collapses onto you, both of you boneless and panting. You run your hands through his hair gently, not ready to lose the warmth of his body. 
"Told you I could be quiet." You murmur sleepily, "Didn't expect you to fucking torture me though," you add, poking him in the ribs and making him squirm. 
"Maybe, but you loved it," he teased.
"Hmm. I love everything you do to me," you sigh happily.
FIN
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