#spicy fic

[littlemissmanga]

The Slow Stretch

Pairing: Wrecker x f!Reader

Warnings: This is all spice. Rated E for explicit. There's no plot. Barely a framing device. Size kink, like really that's 90% of it, praise kink is also strong in this one. 18+ only please, if you don't like smut please don't interact but do not put a label on this!

Also, lazy writing but Tumblr wouldn't let me use bullets so I apologize this isn't as smooth as some of my other stuff. It is still pretty delicious, if I do say so myself.

W/C: 1,713

Summary: I had a very vivid thought about what a session with Wrecker would look like if you had a harder time taking him. Guys this thot consumed me and then I imagined how he'd encourage you through that and what soft praise would sound like coming from him ... and I became so unwell I had to get this written. It's pure filth. Enjoy.

Imagine sitting on Wrecker’s lap, three of his fingers buried in your cunt. He doesn’t move them, doesn’t curl them to make you see stars. He’s learned that’s how you get too overstimulated too quick.

But he has to prepare you, to make you come just enough that your tight walls can relax enough to accept his much larger size.

So he just holds you close on his lap, knuckles deep in your pussy as he coos at you to relax.

“I got ya, pretty girl,” he says, his large, warm hand rubbing soothingly on your lower stomach, pressing down just a little. It wasn’t much at all, but it was enough to force you further down on his fingers, the calloused tips now brushing mind numbingly against a spot that makes your vision blur. “Don’t clench, baby. Keep them muscles nice an’ relaxed for me. You can do it, I know you can.”

You don’t want to disappoint him, so you focus as hard as you can, concentration cutting through the fuzzy pleasure vibrating through your core as you force yourself to unclench your muscles and melt into his warm, broad chest behind you.

 “Tha’s it. That’s perfect, sweetheart.” His other hand comes down to draw gentle yet firm circles directly on your clit, forcing bolts of electricity through you. “One more. Just gotta give me one more an’ I think I can fit.”

You shiver on him, around him as his relentless assault on your clit gives you no other choice than to surrender to the pleasure as he rips it from your body … leaving you perfectly boneless and ready for him.

“Please, Wreck, please. Wanna feel full.”

With a deftness you’ve come to expect from Wrecker, he presses his fingers deeper, pushing against that tantalizing spot just once more before replacing them with his cock. He pushes in slowly, pulling you back so your head rests on his shoulder. He can see your face now, his eyes never leaving it, alert for any hint of discomfort even as he groans deep at the incredible way your walls constrict around him as he lowers you onto him.

Your back arches off him, your legs curling instinctively to give him more room, to spread yourself further to ease his progress. You vaguely remember you need to relax, but the stretch of him everywhere inside you, pressing not just against one pleasurable spot but all of them at once … It’s involuntary the way you convulse around him, the pleasure from one area flaring up before the pleasure from another can even fade.

Never before have you understood what it meant to be so deliciously full. You lose coherent thought, your entire being focused on experiencing the sensations coursing through your nerves.

Wrecker pauses as he all but bottoms out, just a few inches unable to sit inside you comfortably. Doesn’t matter. All he can focus on is breathing. The way your walls undulate around him, the way he can feel the intense pleasure ricochet through your body and into his threatens to push him over the edge.

“Shhh, pretty girl … need you to relax. I don’t wanna end this too soon, d’you?”

You whimper and shake your head back and forth dramatically. Still trapped in a hazy fog, forming words is beyond you but you need to make your immense displeasure at the idea of him leaving you empty and wanting after pushing you over the edge of heaven known.

“Tha’s good. So take a deep breath for me.” Again, his hands came to rub soothingly against you, this time trailing along your sides from your knee to your ribs and back again. You could feel Wrecker’s chest expand with each deep breath, a warm encouragement for you to do the same. So you did. Over, and over, until the tension slowly leeches from your muscles.

Soon, the desperation fades as well. But the pleasurable haze does not. It leaves you pliant and dazed on Wrecker’s lap. You remain draped back over him, but now your limbs hang limp. You trust him to keep you upright.

 He moves your legs outside his own, spreading you wide around him. Looking down, he can see how wet and puffy your lips are, so red and swollen around him. He groans into your shoulder and feels his cock twitch inside you. You cry out instantly, but don’t tense beyond a quick pulse he could tell you couldn’t control.

“Take me so good, sweetheart. Knew you’d be able ta do it.”

You hum in contentment. This is what you were craving when you approached Wrecker earlier. It wasn’t just to make the most out of your precious alone time. But a bone-deep need to be consumed by him. And now you were.

“You okay? Don’ go quiet on me now.”

A gentle press of his knuckles — still a little wet from your juices — turns your head to face Wrecker, a gentle smile trying to hide the glimmer of concern in his eyes.

“M’fine,” you manage to mumble. You decide actions are easier, so you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, lips brushing his sensitive skin there and curling into a smile at the choked sound he makes in response. “So fine. So full. ‘T’s perfect.”

“Good.” He pushes your legs together, mindful of the strain he must have put on you keeping you spread open. The movement draws a prolonged moan from you, but it’s gentle enough to keep you from getting desperate again. His thumbs run firm strokes against the top insides of your thighs before circling around your middle and holding you to him.

He knows it won’t be long before the pressure that’s blissing you out now will turn to pain soon. The constant stimulation wears you out quickly. That’s why he loves when you get like this — needy not for how he can take you, but just for him. He craves getting to hold you close and feel you surround him just as much as he sees you crave him filling you to your breaking point. A small thrill runs through him, knowing only he can make you feel this full, this good.

Eventually, once your cunt has completely relaxed around him, when your eyes have closed and even your pleasant little hums have quieted, Wrecker brings his hand once again to your clit. This time, he keeps his strokes gentle, coaxing your next orgasm from you. “Doin’ so good for me. Lettin’ me play with ya an’ stretch you out like this.”

For once Wrecker’s voice is subdued. He’s not whispering, but his gentle rasp is the softest you’ve ever heard him before. It rumbles through you, waking you slowly from the foggy, trance-like state you fell into. Without thinking, you shift your hips, trying to catch that slight tickle that made your sensitive flesh tingle.

And then you do. His rough thumb catches on the hood of your clit, making you clench all at once around him. Your hands fly to his forearms that are caging you in on either side of your hips, squeezing at the intensity you’re feeling.

“Hold on to me all ya need. I got ya.” Wrecker’s free hand flexes under your thigh as his other continues its almost painfully gentle ministrations.

“R-right there,” you breathe, knowing Wrecker is out of patience and you are out of time. With a hum, Wrecker focuses his attention repeating the motion to your exact request. But he keeps his pace smooth and controlled. He knows this is gonna be intense for you. So he’s gonna be as gentle as he can.

The slow, steady push combined with how deliciously Wrecker fills you guides you to the edge of what you know will be an intense orgasm. His steady strokes leaving no question to the exact moment your body will be pushed over. Even so, you’re still unprepared when it happens.

“Let me feel you, sweetheart.”

Every since inch of your body tenses as you seize in pleasure. The walls of your cunt spasm harshly, simultaneously pulling Wrecker ever deeper and pushing him out all at once.

You can barely feel your body. All you know is the bliss that wraps every inch of you in its embrace.

But Wrecker can definitely feel your body. Can feel the way your walls threaten to strangle him and he would happily welcome it at this rate. His hips begin finally thrusting into you as his thumb continues its assault on your clit, noticing the way you jump at each pass.

“WRECK” The cry is ripped from your throat as a wall hits you.

But Wrecker’s attention is pulled by the feel of water hitting his legs. He curses when he looks down to see he’s soaked. “Kark I love when you squirt all over me.”

You can only moan as he fucks you hard now, seeking his release as your body finally offers absolutely no resistance. Absently, you can feel the way you drip around him. Delight zings the edges of your consciousness as you realize to yourself, I was able to take him.

The indulgent satisfaction only intensifies, melting into a lava that crawls through your veins as Wrecker grunts once more into your neck and after two more thrusts, presses himself as deep as he can get to come inside you.

Neither of you move for a moment, too overstimulated and sore. Soon, though, Wrecker wraps you in his arms and, as slowly as he can, pulls himself from you, earning several shivers and whimpers. He coos and presses kisses to the side of your face and forehead at each one to soothe the sting.

Finally, when he’s completely out, you both groan in unison. You can feel the surge of his cum leaking out of you, cooling the abused flesh of your hole. And based on the angle of his eyes, he’s watching it drip out of you on to the floor below.

“I’ll get ya cleaned up,” he offers in a hoarse voice.

You tighten your grip on his arms. “Just … just hold me a little more?”

You can feel his lips stretch against the top of your head. “’Course. Long as you need.”

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Divider art by @pinkiemme, divider by @freesia-writes

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[pattycakes5516]

Amongst Friends: Chapter Five

Smut ⚠️

Warning: This is all smut 🤷‍♀️

Gojo's POV

He takes in a bated breath at the erotic scene before him. Almost groaning out loud when Y/N calls out his name. Her hair sprawled out on the mattress, body perfectly arched with a euphoric look of pleasure present on her features. "What is going on?" Satoru's voice comes out in a low growl.

He watches as her far off state shifts to reality; just now understanding the circumstance she was in. He notices Suguru's grip tighten on her hips and she jolts up, moaning uncontrollably. Suguru looks almost feral as his tongue works to devour her needy pussy. "Fuck... please Suguru... I can't think..." She pleads with him but he ignores her cries.

Satoru swallows heavily as he watches her overcome with an orgasm. The way her legs shook and fingers dug into the bed trying to hold on to something. He felt his cock twitch painfully against his pants.

A small sense of guilt was nothing compared to the annoyance that they did not invite him to join. A wicked grin appears on his face as the dark eyes of his friend finally meet his own. "You fucking greedy bastard..." Satoru curses and Suguru simply shrugs.

Regular POV

Your mind and body are not listening as you try to recover from yet another orgasm. You glare down at Suguru who now wears a cocky smirk and licks his canines.

"Don't look at me like that..." he threatens and your body shivers. You attempt to sit up so you can address Satoru; to explain what the hell is happening. "Ah ah eyes on me..." He growls and his large hand wraps around your throat pulling you to him.

Suguru adds a bit of pressure, taking away oxygen for a few seconds before releasing. Your vision dots with black spots but your body vibrates to life. You cry out but are silenced by a fierce kiss, teeth nipping at your lower lip and tongue shoved down your throat. You ride the body high and give into him as one hand roams your hip and the other tugs your hair.

"Suguru..." You hear Satoru hiss, he was always a bit of a brat. But the tone he used in this moment to call out his friend's name was all aggression. He was no longer ok with being ignored.

Suguru pulls away and you whine. "Fuck that was cute..." His deep velvet voice whispers in your ear. "Satoru, you know I don't like sharing like you do...." You open your eyes and see his jaw clench.

You glance over at Satoru, those blue eyes lacked any playfulness. "This is a special occasion." He snaps back and you feel like prey caught between two predators who were starving.

You could feel a strange tension in the room. Both men stare each other down. It would be a ridiculous scene to witness; you and Suguru naked in bed while Satoru stands fully dressed.

"This is fucking ridiculous!" You suddenly speak up and both men snap out of it. "What the hell am I doing?" You run your hand down your face contemplating your choices.

"Fine Satoru just this once..." Suguru speaks up suddenly and you are pulled backwards into Satoru's chest. When you look up at him his eyes are low lidded and the smirk is devilish.

"Can I get a kiss too?" Satoru's expression changes to a pout, skillfully crafted to convey innocence and mask his devious thoughts. "Please..." He almost whimpers, your body reacts.

"I..." You try your hardest to form a sentence but the heat in your cheeks was distracting. Satoru turns your body to face him and kneels in front of you. His hand on your thigh and the other cupping your face, the coolness calming.

"You know me Y/N..." The bit of regular charm and cheerful personality cracks through. You find yourself slightly smiling. "It gets annoying to deal with me when someone gets something I want."

His thumb slides across your lower lip and he squeezes your leg. "Just this once..." He whispers his face inches from your own, his voice needy.

"Pfft..." His eyebrows knit together in confusion when you laugh. "Is that the equivalent to just the tip Satoru Gojo?" You respond sarcastically. His expression softens as you see him trying not to giggle himself as he shrugs.

You gulp and tense your jaw when his fingers tangle your hair pulling your face up. His breath ghosts over your neck. "Lovely, it would be much more than that..." His thumb caresses circles onto your inner thigh and you almost purr, you bite your inner cheek to maintain some form of sanity. "You're so fucking wet... Dripping down your thigh..."

You watch as he leans back a bit, making intense eye contact as he lifts his finger to his mouth and sucks them clean. "Ok..." you groan, rubbing your legs together at the visage in front of you.

"What was that?" Satoru tilts his head in mock confusion. "Speak up sweetheart. My beautiful Y/N." He cups your face and studies you. Fucking shit fuck...

"Kiss me Satoru!" You growl pulling him by the collar of his shirt and he grins as your lips meet. You yank him on top of you and he takes hold of your arms pushing them above your head.

"Slow down there..." Satoru scolds you and you roll your eyes. You wrap your legs around him, wanting to feel his body against yours. "Hah... so impatient..." Satoru takes both your wrists in one hand, tightening his grip. Gently lifts your chin, he was so pretty hovering above you in such a dirty way.

He kisses you again this time forcing it to be slow and sensual. Your heart races as his tongue softly dances with your own. Calculated strokes that ignited your core. When he pulls away again you miss the sensation. "That wasn't so bad. Right?" You nod arching against him.

"Fuck Satoru..." a deep voice interrupts your intimate moment. "You need to mmm share." You tilt your head back and see Suguru sitting against the wall leaning back, slowly stroking himself. Those dark eyes focused on every inch of skin.

Satoru sighs in a spoiled way, let's go and stands up. You watch as he removes his shirt and walks towards your dresser. "Top drawer?" He asks so casually. "Condoms?" You finally register and nod.

"Y/N come here..." Suguru beckons you and you manage to crawl over to him. Must have been too slow for his liking because he practically lifts you up pulling you closer. His teeth dig into your neck and you cry out. His tongue eases the sharp pain and it felt so good.

"Here greedy fucker..." Satoru throws a rubber at Suguru, as he begins unbuckling his belt. "I want this so bad... What is wrong with me?" Satoru mutters to himself, running his hand through his hair. A small amount of anxiety on his features.

"Put it on for me..." Suguru growls into your ear, no hesitation and those dark eyes burning with a carnal impulse. There was no regret or faltering in his expression. You take the foil wrapper from his hand and tear it open with your teeth. "So sexy..."

You take hold of his cock and he makes a pleased sound as you slowly stroke it. You watch as his abs contract. You roll on protection and his hands take hold of your hips. Without warning he turns you around as you straddle above him. "Final chance to stop..." He manages to say through gritted teeth.

"Fuck me Suguru..." You moan and he pushes you down onto his dick. Your head falls back at the sharp pain yet the pleasure of being completely filled by him.

He does not move holding you still warming his cock. You try to grind against him but he clicks his teeth. His large arms wrap around you and pull you against his chest, his fingers rolling along your nipples. "Rub your clit for me..."

Shakily as he relentlessly pinches and caresses your breast you move your hand to play with yourself. "Hah... please let me move..." You beg craving the friction.

Your eyes closed, you enjoy the multiple sensory pleasures. Suguru continues to knead your sensitive buds as he kisses your spine and shoulders. You gasp when another set of lips nibble at your neck. "I thought you were cute but damn..." Satoru whispers as you open your eyes to see him now naked kneeling in front of you.

"Ahhh fuck..." You cry out when Satoru replaces your own fingers with his, the lewd sound of your wetness as he expertly circles your clit. "Satoru..." you call out his name holding onto his shoulders for an anchor.

The moment you moan his name his eyes widen. He increases his pace and you fight to ride Suguru who has you still firmly in place. Your body slumps desperately. "You're so mean, Suguru..." Satoru laughs at your struggle. "Stop teasing her."

"Y/N how badly do you want me to fuck you?" Suguru asks, he sounded just as needy as you did. He has much better control as he holds you tighter. Your mind was a mess. You were going off instinct, the urge to continue feeling this good made you lose yourself completely. The promise of feeling even better.

"Fuck Suguru..." You curse at him, your nails digging into Satoru's shoulder. Satoru had told Suguru he was mean but the way his finger explored the front of your pussy was almost torture. Satoru spreads his fingers around your soaking lips where Suguru's cock was buried deep. "I need you to fuck me... Suguru, I need it so bad..."

Suguru grunts then slowly lifts your body up against his shaft, the pressure of Saturu's fingers cupping your hole and the sensation of sliding along Suguru's cock makes your body shiver. "You feel so damn good..." Suguru moans as you begin riding him. You barely heard his words, too busy buzzing with your own euphoria to care. Your vision flashes white as you already feel yourself ready to cum all over him.

Just as you pussy begins to twitch, Suguru yanks you off and you whimper. "Mmmm no please..." Your lips clench around empty air and you feel like throwing a small tantrum.

"You're being selfish." Suguru says while guiding your body into an arch and kneeling behind you. "Look at poor Satoru." Through bleary vision you look up and see a pained expression on Satoru's face as he strokes himself. You open your mouth and Satoru swallows heavily. You stick out your tongue and he gladly obliges. Your tongue twirls around the tip of his swollen cock, the bitter taste of precum fills you mouth.

Satoru groans deeply; you could feel the rumble from his chest. "Look at you...." You suck at the tip enjoying his eyes roll back. "I know I... Fuck... call you a nerd... but god damn it you can suck a dick..." Right as you take him into your throat and swallow, Suguru shoves himself back in. You moan and Satoru's body shakes from the vibrations. His hands tangle in your hair. Both men begin to thrust against you. You were a mindless drooling mess beneath them. You could no longer speak just grunts and cries.

The moment Suguru pulls your ass cheeks a part to push in even deeper you lose it. Your body shakes uncontrollable and your cunt clenches and unclenches. "That's it cum on my cock.... FUCK.... Fuck... fuck..."

Suguru and Satoru let out a stream of curses. You feel Satoru's dick twitch in your mouth and then his hot seed slides down your throat. He leans down a panting mess. Then pulls your neck back kissing you roughly.

A sharp slap to your ass causes you to jolt and moan into Satoru's lips. Suguru continues to slam into you. You arch even further, your toes curling.

Satoru stops the kiss, forcing you to look back at Suguru. Those dark eyes were low lidded and mindless. "Look what you have done to our precious Suguru." Satoru whispers, his cheeks flushed. "You're so good..."

"Y/N how does it feel..." Suguru grips your hips again and you arch even lower. "Fucking both of us... such a slut..." Then he flips you on your back pushing your legs up nearly to your head.

"Ahhh...." You scream out the new angle allowing him to get unbelievably deeper. "Feels good..." You whine and he curses again. His thrust is rough as he drills you into the bed. His hand pushes on your stomach.

"I can feel my cock..." He smirks and licks his canine, sweat dripping from his forehead. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else." He says confidently and you could not argue. You could only moan in response. Your vision clouded and thoughts fuzzy.

Satoru kisses your forehead then lowers himself to suck on your tit. "Too much..." You mewl but he holds down your arms, his tongue tracing your nipple.

"Awww you're so tough..." Suguru says, "you can handle it." He slams down and you see stars. Your body jerked on its own, legs quaking.

"Satoru shit..." He calls out to his friend, Satoru nods, they speak without saying a word. They had known each other since childhood so it was understandable. In the moment you wanted to know what they were both thinking. You were unable to form any syllables as Satoru again starts playing with your clit.

"Gah...." Another orgasm crashes down and this time Suguru moans. His pace became as erratic as his breathing. His cock pulsates inside you.

"Y/N fuck..." Suguru whines as you see his muscles tighten. You feel him finally release his load. His movements still as he tries to breathe. Satoru leans back with a smile. Suguru lowers your legs and this time his kiss is gentle. Soft pecks along the side of your lips and along your face. When those eyes meet yours there is a mixture of emotion. "You ok pretty?"

"So good..." You say softly and the worry you saw fades a bit. Suguru smiles down at you. Satoru whines and you both look over.

"I want a turn..." Satoru mutters his cock already hard again. He is such a brat. Suguru glares at his friend and sighs. You laugh almost drunkenly.

"Y/N..." Suguru calls out to you and you look at him. His finger runs along your cheek. "He doesn't always have to get his way." You reach up and take a piece of his long hair in your fingers twirling it.

"It's fine. I'm tough." You say smirking up at him. Suguru's usual stoic demeanor falls for a second, you see something vulnerable in his eyes. "Are you okay?" You ask him and he shakes his head.

"Yeah no I'm fine." He mumbles and you yelp when you feel Satoru grab your legs pulling you to the edge where he was standing.

"I'll be gentle. I can control myself unlike some people." Satoru takes a dig at Suguru who shrugs. Satoru kneels between your legs. "Still dripping... but you look so tasty."

You hate how your body instantly craves his tongue. You thank him when he begins sucking your juices. "So well mannered." Satoru whispers then plunges his tongue as far as he could inside of you. Your thighs close around his head and you ride his tongue.

"God damn it..." You hear Suguru curse climbing back onto the bed. He pinches your cheeks forcing your mouth open. "Don't swallow..." he warns as he spits into your mouth then straddles the front of your body. Roughly he opens your mouth wider and shoves his cock into your mouth.

Satoru shows you just how good he is with his mouth. You don't care that you can barely breath when Suguru begins thrusting.

You think to yourself you can't possible cum anymore, until a strange feeling overcomes you. You have never felt this way. It was almost too intense. You spread your legs and can hear Satoru moaning as he eats you out. You scream against Suguru's shaft as you feel your pussy squirt against Satoru's face. "Ooo you dirty girl..."

You feel tears fall down your cheek. "Satoru, you made her cry..." Suguru groans, "So breathtaking..." His cock spits cum down your throat and his entire body shakes. He stumbles back and lays down. "Shit..."

Satoru stands up smiling madly as he wipes his face off with his shirt. "I've never... Satoru... I'm sorry..." you cover your face a bit embarrassed.

"Sweetheart, that was the ultimate compliment." Satoru comforts you. You smile and then whine as he slides his cock against your lips. He lets out a shaky breath. "I've been beyond patient."

You always joked about how lanky Satoru Gojo was. He would always pout and be combative. But when this man picks you up as if you weigh nothing, slams his cock into you and pushes you against the wall you knew you could no longer say that. Your eyes wide in shock as he wore a cocky grin. "My turn..."

#spicy fic #smut #jjk fanfic #jjk x y/n #rough smut #fanfiction #gojo satoru #best friend #geto suguru #getou suguru x reader #suguru x satoru #getou x gojo

[myredrainbow]

Angel Dust time !

Yes! We’re so closed to the first season of HAZBIN HOTEL!!!!

I want to make a fic where Angel Dust has a lover that’s like Jessica Rabbit so I’ve decided to type a headcanon/ scenarios with him!! I think it would be very cute & interesting!

Angel Dust x Jessica Rabbit reader

( sorry if Angel Dust personality isn’t accurate!)

~ This one has spice 🔥~

At first Angel Dust thought of you as another customer, you know paying for the deed with him. But you just wanted to talk to him and get to know him. Which confused him at first, but then he went along with it .

Your attire really got to him, he couldn’t help but stare at you and your clothing. “Hey, my eyes are up here” you snapped your fingers in front of him, “Ah! yes sorry” his face flusters. Your conversations with him are very calm, you would talk on how your a well know singer and sings for clubs and pubs.

He felt a connection with you, with the both of you being famous and well known.. other than the fact that he’s in the adult industry and your more in the singing industry but what’s the difference? Your both performing in front of a crowd that pays to see you both?

At the end of the he’s time with you, you left him your number for anything time he “ wants to see my sing, give me a ring.” finally leaning down and pecking his cheek and walking away, leaving him flabbergasted.. “Woah.. What a woman!” He grinned proudly, as Valentineo tells him to get back to work..

Later in the week while your at your night pub, you were putting on your makeup as you heard a worker saying, “ Miss Y/n! You have a fan that wishes to see you before the show!”. Starring at the clock, you shrugged. “I’ve have ten minutes”, as you stood up. Fixing your hair as you open the door and see Angel Dust, holding a rose in his hand.

“Oh, it’s you . Come in” you greeted as you let him in your dressing room, as you closed the door. “Didn’t my note tell you to call me?” You questioned as you sat on a lounged chair that’s in your dressing room, he nodded. “Welll- yes. But, I wanted to see you before you go on stage!” He smiled as one hand scratched his head while the other held out the rose.

You smirk as you walk up to him, your height slightly higher than his. As he backed himself up against the wall, “Aw. What a sweet gesture” you smiled. He chuckled nervously as you took the rose and kissed it, then placed it in his hair. Angel Dust blushed, “Um. Your welcome toots” he mumbled. You giggle as you sit down in your chair at your vanity.

“ You won’t mind if you do my makeup for a bit? Will you?” You smiled back at him, he smiled as he arms grabbed multiple makeup products as he cheered- “Let’s get to work~!”

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He finally powered your face as you turned you around, “Ta-da!”. You open your eyes, your face beautifully glowed and sparkled. You gasp softly as you smiled, “Wow. Beautiful, thank you”. Angel Dust shrugged as he smirk, “Nah. It’s nothing toots!”.

You giggle as you heard the stage director saying, “5 mins to stage call!”. You then smile as you lift his chin up and say, “Hmm~ How bout you sit in the front and watch me sing?”. Angel Dust face lit up as he smiled, “I be happy too!”.

Angel Dust sits himself in the front, as other people gathered around too. He gags a bit from those who are smoking around him, but then the lights come down…

A soft voice can be heard as a beautiful leg comes out of the curtains..

Y/n appears, her dress just as gorgeous as her. Angel Dust mouth hangs low as the others howls and whistles, “Wow”.. You smoothly move around your body around the stage as jazz music kicks in as you sing.

Everyone now hypothesize by your singing and your body- you stare at Angel Dust. Who is just as awe stuck as the fellow customers, you decided to play around with this and started waking up towards him. Angel Dust tenses up as his shoulders went up, as he realizes your coming to him.

The other customers staring and drooling over you, as you walk up to Angel Dust. You then slowly walk down to his seat, where you realize he order a drink for himself so you take the drink and press your lips against it, and looking up at him.

Angel Dusts then gulps in anticipation as you place the drink down as you lean back and sit on his lap, as everyone gasps around him. Still singing but now whispering your song into his ear, your soft voice making him feel fired up.

Angel dusts bites his lip, “I can’t handle myself” he thought as you turned around in his lap now facing him. You sing as you lift his face towards yours, as you finished .

“ Why don’t you do right?” Pulling his chin closer, your lips nearly touching each other. Angel dust’s face now red, “like some other men~”. Pausing for a second as you kiss him, “do~”. As you walk away, returning back to the stage. Looking back at him, then the curtains closing behind you…

Angel Dust remained in his seat as he stared at his drink and said, “ Imma sleep with her tonight”.

Quickly running back to be dressing room, hopefully your waiting for him~

(. WOOOOOOHHHH- that was good! Yes differently based of the Song : Why don’t you do right. I love the way this turned out and I hope you guys like it too!! This one is a little longer because I have a lot of ideas in this one. Remember! I can do requests! And I’m gonna make more of these too!! Maybe I should to Husker next! We’ll see! )

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#hazbin hotel #angel dust #who framed roger rabbit #jessica rabbit #x reader #spicy content #x y/n #viziepop #spicy fic #fanfic

[lavendermaelk]

Henry Winter Spicy Alphabet

Henry Winter x Reader, The Secret History Warnings: What it says on the tin, Minors DNI.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Henry likes to take care of you but he tries his best not to show that he also needs to be taken care of. Sometimes a night with you can take a lot out of him and his leg. He makes sure you drink water and get properly cleaned up before he lets you try to take care of him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) I think Henry rather likes his abs or arms. It's canon that he works out because of his injury but i wouldn't put it past him to make a full body routine and stick with it. Now he's sculpted and really just warrior-like despite the fact that his leg is still not in the best condition. I think he really likes your waist or your hands. No matter how thick or thin you are he just really likes holding onto your middle and pulling you close or watching how your fingers move on a typewriter or flip a page or how the grip onto him so desperately.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) This man's precum leaks from him like a fucking faucet and when he cums it's like a an open dam. It's thick and he floods your holes with the salty load. His diet is rather plain but with you he eats better so his load isn't battery acid but it's more of a salty tang with a slight sweetness.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He gets off on you spending his money. Yes, he hates when Bunny does it but you're his sweet darling and you just look so cute in all the things you get him to buy you. He lets you buy clothes and decorations for the apartment and little trinkets. You have your own money, of course but Henry always insists. He just loves taking care of you in every way possible.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Henry was very much a virgin until he met you. He didn't have a pressing interest in sex and romance as much as his peers did in high school. He's thought about it but he found that his studies were just more important than such things. You probably guided him through it or learned together. I feel like he was too prideful to ask someone about it or be caught looking for 'reference material' so he relied on you a bit for your first time together.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Definitely mating press. He likes to see you folded in half and squirming under him and your faces will be close enough for him to give you kisses while you cry.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Henry is a more serious guy in general but if you were to crack a joke in the middle of it, he wouldn't be put off. He'd probably give a little chuckle, kiss you to shut you up and keep going.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Carpet definitely matches the drapes. Henry's always been a rather well groomed person but he also doesn't seem like the type to fully shave down there. Probably just keeps it well trimmed and clean. He definitely has a happy trail tho and he doesn't really mess with that.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Henry definitely loves to make it romantic. He's not rose petals and candles everywhere kind of romantic but he definitely sets the mood. Lots of slow and drawn out kisses, kisses all over your body and words of love and adoration in each language he speaks flowing from his lips like water from a spring.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) He doesn't do it often just because he doesn't really see a reason to. He doesn't get aroused by anything that isn't you. If you weren't around, say you spend summer or winter break apart, he'd do it once in a while because it's supposed to be healthy. He really just prefers to be with you rather than think of you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Creampies, overstimulation and edging are big ones for him, also a little bit of dacryphilia. I think he just likes seeing you get off on him and need him so desperately.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) He loves to lay you out across his desk or keep you on his lap in your armchair. The bed is always a good default but sometimes he just likes watching you take him with Greek and Latin texts underneath you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Really, anything you do. He likes watching you get focused or heated in a debate. He finds your intellect and wit infinitely beautiful and riveting. He'll wake up next to you and watch as you whine when the morning light hits your face, how the sheets hug your body and how you turn to grasp at him and cuddle up against him. He cant help but kiss you deep and hold you close.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Anything that would hurt you is immediately off the table. He may be a bit crazy but hurting you is too far.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Absolutely loves it, bot giving and receiving. Loves being between you legs and watching you squirm, loves your taste and how you grip his hair. It's always a delight to see you down on your knees in front of him and looking up at him while you take him down your throat.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Henry prefers going slow and worshipping your body. It's easier on his leg and he gets to take his time showing you how much he loves every little bit of you. He loves to feel the warmth of your body against his and how your curves and angles fit so well against his own. He likes watching you take in his love and pleasure like it keeps you alive.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Henry has definitely warmed up the the idea of it after being with you for a while. You guys don't do it too often because he's a gentleman and you're not usually in a position where it needs to happen but you two have fucked in a bathroom at Francis' aunts while the rest of them were milling around the house or being drunk in a library

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) He's not opposed to taking risks and experimenting in the bedroom, he just prefers that the two of you do as much research as you can and take things slow. Wanna do shibari? Henry's looking up the best type of ropes, ties and knots. He wants to make sure the both of you have the best experience possible when doing something for the first time.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Henry can go for two or three rounds before he tires out or his leg starts to bother him too much to keep going. If his leg bothers him before you both get off, he lets you ride him until you're both finished.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He doesn't own any for himself but he's probably bought one or two to help you get off. Like, this guy doesn't even like electric lights, I doubt he's a fan of vibrating sex toys but I feel like he'd like he's down to have a glass toy to tease you with.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Often times he gets right to business but there are some times where he feels a bit more playful or cruel where he'll sit you in his lap and rub at you until you're begging for release or he'll give you a passing grope or spank when you two are alone. Sometimes he'll kiss you with an intense passion that sweeps you off your feet and rattles you to you core before he just goes back to doing his work like nothing happened. Maybe with a little bit of a smirk.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Henry's not too loud but the groans you pull from him are just so perfect every time. Like the way he says your name or curses in that breathy voice is just chefs kiss

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) When Henry was recovering from his accident, the doctors and his parents wanted to give him a cane or an arm crutch but he refused them because of his issue with aesthetics and everything having to be perfect so he opted to just build himself stronger.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) We've established that this man has sculpted himself into one worthy of a marble statue. He's definitely more well equipped than those immortalized in stone, though he is more of a grower than a shower. Hard, he's about 7 1/2 inches and a bit thick, uncut

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) It's pretty average. He could have sex every night if he wanted to but it's not a must for him. If he's stressed he'll abstain until the problem is solved and then he'll go wild with you to blow off the steam.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) It's established that Henry has insomnia like Richard does so he'd probably take a bit to fall asleep after if at all. If you fall asleep before him, he'd lay with you for a while and see if he passes out but if he's not passing out after about an hour then he get's up and reads his books or finishes whatever work he might have for the day.

#lavender writes~🖋️ #henry winter #henry winter smut #henry winter x reader #the secret history #the secret history fanfiction #the secret history fanfic #dark academia #tsh #tsh fanfic #tsh drabble #henry winter drabble #henry winter headcanon #nsft alphabet #spicy alphabet #spicy fic #minor dni #minors go away

[whiskeyghoul]

All Tied Up || [Spencer Reid X f!Reader] Pt.4

A/N: Welcome to: The porn chapter part 2 electric boogaloo. This one is even longer, since it's the final part. I hope you like it. I took a bit longer to write it too. Lmk if there are any ideas for other stories you'd be interested in me writing and I will see what I can do.

Tags: shibari, aftercare, implied aftercare, softdom spencer reid, piv, safe, protected.

Previous part || First part

You laid on the bed, looking up at Spencer who had just taken his belt off. It fell to the ground with a soft clink, his pants did nothing to hide his arousal. Your eyes landed on it, taking in just how large he would be. How beautifully he could fill you up. It made your mouth water slightly at the idea. Spencer saw you eye him and he smirked, “Like what you see?” he asked teasingly. “I’m not complaining.” You said back, a streak of confidence in your current compromising position. You were still trying to catch your breath after climaxing around his fingers. Spencer let out another breathy laugh. 

Spencer took his sweater off, discarding it to the floor together with his belt. He padded over to the bed, climbing back onto the bed. It dipped with his weight, your eyes following his movements. He sat up on his knees, leaning back and slowly unbuttoning his button up. Eyes trained on those fingers, how expertly he moved them. You could almost feel them inside you again. Your tongue darted out, wetting your lips unconsciously. He shrugged off the button down, exposing his torso and allowing ample time to look him over. He was toned, you knew he had to be but somehow under the button down and sweaters he just seemed skinny. Now that he had taken off his shirt you could see some of the clear muscle definition. He wasn’t muscled like Derek is, but you quite liked the sight in front of you. Maybe even preferred it to the more muscled physique that so many men tried to achieve. Spencer leaned down, placing his hands on either side of your body as he sat between your opened thighs. Leaning over you, his short curls falling forward slightly. He looked into your eyes and you stared back. Deep amber, brown honey almost completely swallowed by the black of his pupils. But you could still see some of the colors that you have seen so many times. His eyes flicked down towards your lips, then back up again to make eye contact. “I want to kiss you.” He said it so close to you you felt his breath ghost over your lips. “Go ahead.” You could barely finish the two little words before he pressed his lips against yours. You could feel the slight scruff of his day old shave as his soft lips molded against yours. It was soft, tender and gentle. A gentle sigh escaped your lips as you felt his hand move up your body, settling at the back of your neck to hold you close. The shift caused him to press his chest to yours.

Your nipples rubbed the skin of his chest, a soft moan escaping you and Spencer took it as his chance to deepen the kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, licking and tasting around. Pressing together, the kiss turned from gentle to needy. His hand grabbing the hair at the back of your neck, pulling it slightly to turn your head upwards, eliciting a moan in the progress. The need to touch him took over. To pull him close and feel your arms wrapped around him. Running your hands through his soft hair was all you could think about. His hips ground into yours. The still clothed erection rubbing against the wetness of your panties. The friction caused a soft groan to be emitted by Spencer. The sound came from the back of his throat and you swallowed it up greedily. You wanted more of it, more of his sounds, his taste, his feeling. As much as he was willing to give at that moment. You moved your hips, grinding against him to pull another groan from him. Spencer let out a soft gasp, you grinned in turn. “I’ll wipe that grin off your face.” Spencer groaned, pulling on your hair again. A gasp leaving your lips, “I can’t wait.” You watched as he moved his free hand down, the sound of his zipper gliding down felt louder than it was in reality. He slipped his hand in his pocket afterwards, fishing out a foil packet that you recognized all too easily as a condom. This was really happening, not some weird day dream about your co-worker, he was right in front of you within reach and yet you couldn’t touch him. Spencer pulled his cock from the confines of his pants, which slipped down slightly to hang around his hips. Exposing the tuft of hair right at the base of his beautiful cock. 

That’s what it was. Beautiful. Probably the most beautiful you had seen. It was long, slightly curved and smooth. The vein at the bottom was just begging for you to run your tongue over. Spencer wrapped his hand around the base, giving himself a few strokes. You bit the inside of your cheek, knowing you had been staring you looked up to see a half smirk on his lips. His look sent another shiver down your body. The thought of him inside you made your pussy clench, butterflies filling your stomach at the scene playing in your head. The sound of the condom being opened made your eyes flick down again, watching him roll the latex over the head and fully down the length. His right hand found its way back to your pussy, pushing the lace aside again before slipping his pointer finger and middle finger in effortlessly. You clenched around him, excited to be feeling filled up again. Spencer made a scissoring motion, spreading you open further before removing his fingers and gathering up some of your wetness. You watched him spit in his hand before stroking his cock again, wetting the length with the combined liquids. 

Your hands wanted to move, touch him, urge him to be faster and enter you. Being tied in place made a frustrated groan leave your lips again. “Feeling impatient?” Spencer teased and you rolled your eyes at the comment. You were anything but impatient, he was just taking his sweet time. “I want you.” It was a needy sound, a plea for him. Spencer swallowed at your words, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down tempting you to kiss and bite it. You didn’t have time to, though, when he descended down on you, lips finding yours again as you felt the tip of his cock slide through your soaked folds. A surprised moan leaving your lips. He ground his hips against you and you gladly reciprocated. Moving your hips in perfect synchronization with him. Your tongue greedily searches out his, swallowing the soft groans that left him. His pants discarded along the way. He guided himself to have his tip rub against your clit a few times before he pushed it in.

The stretch made you gasp, your eyes fluttering close at the pleasurable feeling. Spencer’s hands grabbed your waist, pulling you closer against him as he entered you. Slowly, so slowly, he filled you. A low groan falling from his lips. Like you had thought, it was perfect. His cock was thick enough to make you feel full, the length hitting you right where it felt best. His pelvis met yours, skin to skin as he was completely inside of you. His right hand splayed over your pubic area, lifting his head to look at you. He gently pressed down, causing you to moan his name at the pressure on your walls. The feeling caused you to clench and in turn he let out a groan. Your name tumbled from his lips with admiration “God… I can feel myself inside you.” He said it almost like he was in awe of you. “Fuck, Spencer, move please.” You begged softly, grinding against him, rolling your hips to get any amount of friction.

Spencer sucked his teeth, a small grin as he pinned you in place to stop you from moving. Another whine released from your throat. “I’m going to be taking my time with you.” He said the words slowly, pulling his hips back as he spoke until just the tip was left inside of you. His breath hitched, punctuating his sentence. “You’re going to enjoy taking it just how I give it to you.” His hand stayed on your pubic area before he snapped his hips forward, filling you completely again. The tip hit your cervix. Strangled moan escaping you at the pressure of it, coupled by the groan that left Spencer, it sounded plain erotic. Spencer’s head dipped down, his lips finding the skin of your jaw before moving downward. Lips and teeth and tongue on your skin, down to your neck, your collar bone before they found the swell of your breasts, leaving probable hickies in his way. Your bra still pushed under them allowed his lips to latch to your nipple, warm and wet lips enveloping the left one, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin caused you to arch your back. Needing more of his touch.

He repeated the motion of moving his hips back slowly, pulling out near completely before pushing back into you in one fell swoop. Continuously hitting that same spot, causing waves of pleasure to move through your body, the slow pulling out working to calm you down to a certain extent. Each time a soft whine or whimper escaped you, wanton sounds that were needy and high pitched. If you were to hear yourself back you’d deny ever making these noises. When Spencer started to set a steady pace you rejoiced internally, eyes fluttering closed as your mouth hung open with pleasure. Perhaps he’d taken pity on you, or perhaps he couldn’t hold back anymore either. Spencer pulled his mouth away from your nipple, moving back to kissing you hungrily. Like he was trying to swallow every sound you made. His lips tasted of your skin. “More- Spencer- Need more.” You couldn’t form a full sentence. The words taken right out of your mouth as you tried to keep up.

The sound of your skin meeting filled the room alongside your gasps, the wet sound of your kissing and the moans that filtered out from both Spencer and you. The hand that had been planted firmly on your pubic bone traveled down, his thumb brushing against your clit in gentle circles. Combined with the steady pace you got closer and closer to your orgasm. You could feel Spencer’s pace falter every few thrusts, an omen of him possibly getting closer to climax too. Your limbs started to ache from the way they were angled and the pressure as your muscles flexed.

Spencer’s fingers moved more quickly, more intensely as he brought you closer to the edge. The action made your legs tremble, unable to clench them together in their tied up position. The spasms making their way through your body. Spencer’s name fell from your lips like chanted prayers, mixed in were the calls of ‘I’m close’ and pleas of letting you come. Your words and sounds only work to urge him on. “Come for me. Show me how much you love it.” Spencer whispered, pressing his lips under your ear with a breathy groan. His thumb flicking your clit expertly as he used his free hand to angle your body just right for him to hit your most pleasurable spots.

You closed your eyes, screwing them shut as you let the feeling overtake you. Pleasure washing over you in waves as you hit your climax. Your jaw slack as the moan that escapes your body can’t be contained. Feeling your walls clench and contract around Spencer’s length, earning you one of the most delicious groans from him. He kept his fingers moving, his thrusts even as he fucked you through your high. Leaning your head to the side against your arm, chest raising up and down with labored breathing. A whine left your mouth as Spencer continued to rub your sensitive nub, bordering on over stimulation. “I want to see you covered in my cum.” Spencer said, looking for confirmation as you opened your eyes to watch him. He’d slowed his movements down, lazily thrusting into you. You could feel every twitch of his dick, knowing he was close, holding back until he got what he wanted. You gave him a lazy nod, satisfied smile on your lips as you did. Spencer smirked, he pulled out leaving you feeling empty again, going to sit on his heels. You wanted to protest but then again you wanted him to come too. Watching his hands as he removed the condom he began fisting his dick. Stroking up and down the length you watched, wanting to remember what he liked. Just in case it was ever your turn to put your hands on that pretty cock. His ragged breathing mixed with groans became louder, his hand faltered in its steady strokes until the first drops of spent hit your abdomen. It was warm, milky white and there was more than you expected. You watched him rock his hips absentmindedly, getting himself off, a soft whine escaping him. He really was beautiful like that. You watched his chest rise and fall with ragged breaths as he came down. You must have looked a mess in your current state, lower abdomen covered in cum, hickeys and marks littering your neck and chest and that blissed out, just fucked hair. Spencer smiled as he looked down at his work. “You’re so beautiful.” He said it softly, letting his hand glide over your tied up thigh. That hungry look from before had left his eyes, now simply filled with warmth he looked at you. “Hmm, I think you’re just saying that to make me feel good.” You mumbled with a sigh as it felt like you finally caught your breath. “No… I really think so. Let’s get you untied.” Spencer said in that gentle tone, moving his hand back down to the knot that held everything in place. He slowly began untying you, hands so gentle you could hardly feel them working. He gently brushed the previously covered skin. Dipping down with the marks it left, they were shallow but where you had strained there were signs of discolouration. Once both your legs were untied he started to gently massage each calf, then your thighs. Soft satisfied sighs left you as you reveled in the touches that soothed your slightly achy muscles. Spencer sat next to you, “Can you sit up for me?” He asked quietly, touching your arm with the tips of his fingers. Once again your answer came in the form of a lazy nod as you allowed Spencer to help you sit up so he could start untying your arms. They felt heavy once they were untied, he gently rubbed your muscles again. Smoothing away the aches, bending them softly to help you relax. You could feel the cum drip down your stomach, over your panties, and on to the bed. Though you didn’t really care about the mess you’d made together. You haven’t felt better in your life. You looked at the mirror across from you, seeing the evidence of your late afternoon on your skin. The rope left red marks that could possibly stay there for a while. The starting hickeys on your neck were prominent. The white cum that dripped down your body, staining your panties and his bed sheets.

“You owe me a new pair of panties.” You mumbled with a smile before looking back at Spencer who was rolling up the rope in neat bundles already. “I first owe you a nice, hot bath.” He smiled back at you, leaning over and gently placing a kiss on your temple.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fic #spencer reid #spencer reid fic #shibari #spencer reid x you #p in v #soft dom spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spicy fic #after care #implied after care #I did my best #part 4 #final part

[bring-backup-99]

Did not have a praise kink until I started posting on AO3. 😭

#fan fiction #fanfic writing #fanfic truths #bad batch fanfic #ao3 truths #smut writer #smutty fanfiction #spicy fic #fanfic authors #fic writing #fic authors

[falkendreamsxxx]

The Best Kept Secrets Are Curses FFN

“Exactly, I agreed to help you ! Meaning, I’m doing you and your little department a favor. I don’t think you have a bloody chance in hell of figuring out what this curse is, let alone breaking it, so I benefit nothing from this. I do, however, stand to lose everything.” He closed the gap between us again, and I struggled to fill my lungs. “There is a reason this room is hidden, warded with blood, a thousand years worth of Malfoy family secrets protected at all costs - that kind of information getting out, after everything I’ve done to separate my name from its history, it’s worse than any curse.”

His chest heaved as he towered over me, eyes glowering. Slowly, understanding seeped into my veins.

“I won’t lie—“ I started, but he cut me off.

“Then you can leav—“

“No, Malfoy, li—“

“What’s it going to take then? Do you want money? Name the amount, Granger!”

Heat flushed my face as I struggled to get one word in. If he would just let me fucking speak!

“How dare you, I don’t want your money! I—“

He barked out a laugh before continuing.

“This library, then? Every book in here, have it, have them all, it’s yours!”

I froze then, shocked. In a span of mere seconds, I imagined it, this, unlimited access to it all.

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[lordoftherazzles]

Blinded by the Scars [E]

My first real contribution to "Year of Bagginshield" by @acorns-and-oakleaves! I chose the prompt of "Body Worship" from January's various options, and hope you guys enjoy the little bit of spice I'm kicking off YOB with!

bagginshield | reshirement/pwp | 2.9k

Bilbo had never known scars could be so sensitive, even after years of healing and time to adjust. With that knowledge, and the idea of something a little different in bed, Bilbo is determined to help his dwarven husband relax.

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#bagginshield #thilbo #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #the hobbit #thorin x bilbo #bilbo x thorin #bagginshield fic #hobbit fic #yearofbagginshield2024 #spicy fic #razzywrites #razzywrites: short stories

[trigunwritings]

The Masks We Wear

Summary: Vash the Stampede is an an enigma. Human and myth, intelligent but a fool, so easy to befriend and yet so very alone. You decide to peel back the layers—both literal and metaphorical—to see the honest, beautiful man hiding behind the mask.

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Fem!Reader/Vash

To blame what unfolded in the late hours of that evening on having one drink too many would have been easy. Too easy. Each stray bit of clothing lost on the floor, each lingering gaze and gentle whisper to be blamed on the excuse of simple inebriation and a lack of restraint. If there had been an ounce of doubt—so much as a flicker of hesitation—it would have been all to easy to toss your actions aside and pretend that you had misread his own, if only so that he wouldn’t feel embarrassed by it come sunrise.

But it’s just a show. You and Vash know that both of you had sipped at nothing but water since arriving at this quiet little town. But it doesn’t change the fact that you waited, pausing after every forgotten layer, approaching step or touch. Waited to see if he would stop you.

But he never does. Instead he lets you undress him in smooth motions, not in the way that he wants you to do the work, but simply because he doesn’t know what to do himself.

The man looks almost lost, his eyes darting about behind his glasses but never quite meeting your own gaze as hands unzip one thing after another, until he is bare-chested and turning his face away, eyes shut tight.

It’s almost as if he expects something of you. From you.

“Vash?”

After a moment, the man’s eyes open and shift so that you’re more in his peripheral, but still not quite lifting them towards your face. He looks… almost frightened, and it’s only then that your hand passes across his naked chest—covered with scars ranging from thin slices to what seems to have been jagged claws or other machinations—only to feel his heart racing. It pounds so hard against his ribcage that you can’t count the individual beats.

“Vash,” you repeat his name, ducking your head slightly to try and make his eyes catch your own. “Are you okay?”

He is silent for a few moments, but his heart doesn’t slow.

“… I uh… I’ve… never… done this before,” he finally admits with a soft whisper. Vash lifts a hand and gestures, pointing his index finger from himself towards you, then back again.

“Had sex?” you offer, hoping that verbalizing it might help.

Vash turns his eyes forward and says “No,” before quickly smacking his hand to his forehead. “Wait—I mean yes. But also… this.” He gestures again, only this time waving his hand over his upper body. Over dozens of scars that must have years of history behind them all; injuries that didn’t heal correctly, wounds that were too deep.

And that’s when it hits you.

“You’ve never let anyone see you naked before.”

He nods slowly, trying to play it off with a force laugh, “Some people like t’ say that scars are hot, but I think I might have a few too many to qualify. Not uh… much of a looker underneath it all.” The humorous tone sounds so fake that it’s almost unnerving as he adds, “Sorry for disappointing you.”

”Vash,” your tone is perhaps a little too sharp, as the man flinches slightly and quickly ducks his eyes away again. But all it takes is a gentle nudge of your fingertips against his jaw, your other hand reaching up to pluck the glasses from his face so that you can see his sky-blue eyes clearly, bright and wonderful that you could get lost in them.

“You’re beautiful.”

He stares at you. For several long moments it’s as if he had been frozen in time, lips parted just enough so that you can see his tongue behind them trying for form words as his face grows flushed with heat. It isn’t hard to guess that he is seconds away from turning his attention away again, so you hold his chin and force him to hold your gaze.

“Vash, you are so beautiful.”

And that is when, in a gentle but firm motion, you grab Vash’s shoulders and push him onto the squeaky old bed.

What follows is admittedly a bit of a visual blur of clothes falling to the ground alongside the constant creaking of a bed frame so aged and worn that it could collapse beneath your bodies at any moment—considering how much you were focusing on the man atop which you straddled, it easily could have without being at all noticed.

For better or worse, Vash wasn’t very good at masking his thoughts. They were all too plain upon his features as you removed your clothing in turn. Shirt, pants, bra and underwear shamelessly discarded upon the floor all while you did your best to remain astride his lanky hips.

If the crimson hue over his cheeks and ears didn’t give away his interest, then something else certainly did; it wasn’t hard to notice the hard shape pressing in the space between your thighs, separated only by Vash’s pants and whatever he wore beneath them.

“You’re cute when you blush,” you can’t help but tease, hands reaching down to undo his belt as your eyes roamed languidly over his chest and up towards his face. Flushed even more, if that was possible. “Is this the first time you’ve seen a woman naked?”

He glances away, but only for a brief moment as if to fish out the right words from the sea of chaotic thoughts.

“N-No,” he finally whispers, trying to stifle any perceived stammering with an awkward chuckle, “I mean—almost once, b-but I think the lady got my inn room mixed up with someone else’s at the time. Was barely able to explain it before she had her shirt completely off. C-Crazy story huh?”

You lift an inquisitive brow but don’t prod any further, instead deciding to use the moment to pull Vash’s belt free from the loops of his pants, then start tugging them down over his hips and legs.

“Woah woah wait a minute—“ he says, “Do we really uh, need to take those off?”

“You needed to have them off in order to have sex the last I checked,” you say upon tossing them onto the ground. “At least the kind I assumed we were going to have.”

Even in the brief glance allowed from the motion, it’s easy to see that the scars go all the way down the full length of his body; not an inch is without some faded mark, blemish or old wound. Pushing back a sympathetic urge as hands trace up his legs, your fingers curl around the hem of his boxers.

“It’s not like I don’t know what you’re hiding in these, Vash.” Your laughter echoes in the small room, tone and words soft and without an edge, but you’re keenly aware that the line between the man’s consent and non-consent is as thin as as string. When he doesn’t otherwise try to resist or offer other words against the you after several seconds, you move to take off the last layer of clothing on either of your bodies.

If it had been hard to tell that he was aroused by the tone of his voice or the burning of his cheeks, then Vash’s cock would have made it plainly obvious as it bounces aching and flushed from the confines of his boxers.

There isn’t even a spare moment to let him try to make a self-depreciating joke before you’re sitting astride him once more, settled in a way that his arousal presses against the curve of your lower belly.

“… How are you feeling?”

“I… think this mattress could be hiding rocks in it with how hard it is on my back.” Vash offers you the slightest smile, shy but not overly so. “Also, terrible interior design. Zero out of ten.”

“You doofus,” you gently slap a hand down onto the center of his chest and push him down into the bed, “would you like me to stop?”

There is a pause, silence that is filled only by the muted and distant sounds of rowdy bar goers on the floor below.

His heart is still racing.

“… no, this is okay.”

“Good,” you smile, then shift so that both of your hands are pressing palm-down over Vash’s bare chest. You can feel the shape of several scars against one, while the fingers of the other splay over where metal meets with knitted flesh at his left shoulder.

There would be a time to ask and ponder, but this precious moment is not it. Instead of bitterness and the weight of past pains and memories, you want it to be good. You want him to feel good. To feel adored in a way he had never allowed someone else to offer him before.

After the gentle silence of two breaths echoing in tandem, your eyes narrow in mischievous joy.

“I won’t let you out of this bed until you admit that you’re wonderful in every way.”

“I’m not,” Vash says, the rejection sounding stiff and instinctual. Then he tries to shoot you a smile. “You’re the wonderful one.”

“It’s not a competition, Vash.” your hands begin to roam idly across his chest, fingertips tracing idle shapes and along the seams of several old, long scars that looked as if something sharp had torn through the flesh.

His hands lay next to your legs, fingertips just barely brushing against bare skin; if you were to hold your breath, you’d feel them shaking ever so slightly.

Nearly imperceptible, like the mask that Vash wore around other people. But not you.

Not you.

”I see you,” you murmur, leaning down and pressing your lips into the curve of his throat. “All of you. Every inch—and it’s wonderful.” One kiss leads into another, then another, uncountable as each press sweet and purposeful against the myriad of scars across Vash’s upper chest. Even your voice is gentle as it hums against his marred flesh. “You are so wonderful Vash, my Vash…”

A breath catches in his throat every time your lips fall upon his chest. Aching. Wanting. Horny and touch-starved in a way that he never could quite comprehend or realize he so utterly lacked the satisfaction of.

The kissing continues, tracing over his right shoulder until, slowly, your attention moved down his arm and up to his hand that you brought up to your face. As your lips met the inside of his wrist, you murmur, “Do you want me to keep touching you?”

As your eyes flutter open and glance towards his face, you find Vash nodding—silent, but honest. Horribly honest. Terribly, beautifully, wonderfully honest; his flushed face and racing heart could never hide the soft desire he held behind those eyes of his.

Your lips curl into a smile. “Good boy.”

In that moment, there was a shift in Vash’s gaze. Something deep and carnal that blossomed with every syllable of the words that left your mouth.

“Such a good boy, Vash. Let me make you feel good—will you let me help you feel good?”

Another nod, softer than the first but just as sure. Maybe it’s the way you say his name. Most people tended to call him ‘Stampede’ or ‘the human typhoon’ or any number of other titles that often seemed to hang on his shoulders like stones, but you can’t help but love the way his eyes light up whenever you say his name, as if entranced for a single fleeting moment.

It doesn’t take long before your hips shift so that your body is hovering over his cock, seemingly harder than it was before. He isn’t particularly large, but neither is he particularly small either—it helps that you’re just as aroused as he is, but the slow motion down is as much for your own benefit as it is to simply tease Vash in turn.

He whimpers, hands shaking a bit more obviously as his left one comes to gently hang onto your hip. It is cold, but he doesn’t try to force your hips down any faster than you are willing to go.

“That’s a good boy…”

Your voice is breathless and tight. Even when the full length of Vash’s cock fills you, it takes a few moments to collect your thoughts and reign them in properly; every instinct in the back of your mind wants nothing more than to bounce up and down, repeated motions in a carnal need for pleasure, but it doesn’t take more than a moment to stifle them and turn your eyes back towards the man beneath you.

A beautiful, flushed mess.

“It’s okay,” you whisper with a smile. “You don’t need to hold back if you’re about to…”

“IthinkIloveyou.”

A moment passes. Brief. Soft. The words begin to sink in like the precious drops of water from a leaking pipe. Words that had been understood, but not quite spoken so plainly between the two of you—words that you knew Vash had been so afraid of speak.

All you can do is look at him, hoping that the joy and warmth bubbling within is clear across your expression. “I love you too.”

It doesn’t take long before you’re setting a gentle pace, hips bouncing up and down with just enough speed that his cock is barely missed before it is pressing inside of you once more. Languid and loving, careful and continuous. Each blip of pleasure is enough to make your walls constrict around him tighter, which in turn draws out a series of sweet whimpers and moans from Vash’s lips.

“That’s it baby,” you murmur in broken breaths. “You feel so good inside me. So beautiful.”

To emphasize the words, a series of kisses pepper across the man’s chest. Each press of your lips earn a soft gasp of your name mixed with broken pleas for more. You never knew it could sound so arousing to hear him begging.

That alone was its own addiction.

Between soft whispers of encouragement and love, you can hear Vash’s whimpers gain volume and fervency. His own body starts to shift and squirm desperately, hips lifting up to meet the motions of your own to try and bury his cock as deep inside you as possible—and all the while, your name is a prayer upon his lips.

“You can cum.” Your hands finally settle back on Vash’s chest, then move so that your palms are cupping against either side of his face even though his eyes are shut tight. “You don’t need to hold anything back, Vash. Let me help you feel good—cum inside me, baby.”

It doesn’t take any further encouragement for the man to practically sob as he finds a beautiful climax beneath you. His hips move desperately for a few seconds while he spills his seed inside of you and then slow down, all the while his chest is heaving for air. After a thin whimper, Vash’s eyes finally flutter open.

They’re beautiful.

He looks at you for a moment before breaking the gaze to look down towards where his body meets yours in blissful union, and then lifts it back up to your face.

“Are you…?”

“Don’t worry about me.”

The smile that pulls at your lips is filled with warmth and honest pleasure, happy if for nothing else then to see Vash vulnerable and trusting in your intimate embrace. He starts to complain, but you shush the sound with a kiss that lingers long enough for the man to fall into a peaceful afterglow.

“There’s plenty of time for me later,” you whisper upon breaking the kiss. “Right now is for you. Just you.”

He is silent, but it doesn’t last for very long before he asks in a murmur, “Can… we stay like this for a few more minutes?”

A chuckle breaks past your lips before you can stop it, not meaning to make Vash feel bad for asking a simple question.

“Don’t you remember what I said earlier?”

He stares at you, a little dumbfounded, though that might be the orgasm tossing his thoughts around.

With a smile on your lips, you repeat the promise, “I won’t let you out of this bed until you admit that you’re wonderful in every way—even if that means being here kissing you ‘till sunrise.”

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[littlemissmanga]

Tell Me

A while back I wrote this post about how Echo teases in bed. I was revisiting that thot and then, instead of working on one of my 17 WIPs, this happened.

I regret nothing.

Pairing: Echo x F!Reader

Warning: Spicy, very spicy: Dirty talk, slight dom/sub if you squint, praise kink, teasing, fingering, p in v.

W/C: 1,147

Divider by rain-on-kamino

Minors DNI, 18+ only

You're cradled in the crook of Echo's arm, your hands trailing back and forth against his torso as he whispered the filthiest things in your ear, all the things he imagined doing to you.

The anticipation is electric, holding your body taut as Echo moves his hand over your skin, hovering just high enough to not touch you. A whine escapes you as your desperation overwhelms you.

Echo tuts before pressing a kiss to your temple. "You know better, gorgeous. Use your words if you want something."

You whine again, breathing out a barely audible "Touch." Stars, you sound so pathetic. But you are. You need Echo to touch you, to make good on every promise he made earlier.

"Touch? You want to touch me?"

You shake your head harshly, a correction on the tip of your tongue. But the words die there as Echo's palm brushes so close as it passes your nipple you swear your feel a phantom pressure. You keen, arching up in hope to feel the warmth from his hand on your stiffened peak, straining to close the last of that gap ... only to have Echo move away, his chest trembling with laughter at your clear disappointment.

"I need an answer, cyare."

Holding Echo's expectant gaze, you take a deep, steadying breath, calming yourself down enough to ask the way you knew he wanted. "I need you to touch me. Please, Echo."

While Echo's smile always gave you butterflies, the dark glint in his eyes makes your stomach drop.

"Good girl."

The praise rakes through you, almost as satisfying as this hand finally taking hold of your breast, his thumb running over your nipple.

"Is this what you need?" he asks, his calloused fingertips scraping over the soft surface deliciously before he squeezes, the flesh spilling between his fingers.

"More," you moan, pushing yourself into his touch.

"More?" Echo chuckles deep in his throat as he presses his lips to yours. "You're a needy little thing, aren't you?

You kissed him back greedily, wanting to drink in every ounce of him. But a quick nip to your bottom lip pulled your attention back to his question.

"Yes. Need you. Need your fingers."

Heat courses through you at Echo's responding growl. His hand leaves your breast to nudge your knees apart, trailing up your thigh before teasing your slit.

"So wet," he groans in appreciation, slipping two fingers into you with ease. You gasp as he fills you, rolling your hips to push them deeper. The motion catches Echo's attention, his eyes glued to where his fingers disappear inside you. "That's my good girl, take what you need."

Your cunt clenches around him, and a shit eating grin breaks out on Echo's face.

"Oh? What was that for?" he asks, slowing his pace, much to your dismay.

You try to roll your hips faster to keep that sweet friction where you need it most, but he is one step ahead, curling over you to use his weight to hold you still. You whine and writhe against him, letting your frustration be known.

"Tell me and I'll give you what you want." Echo bargains. You curl into him, burying your heated face in the crook of his shoulder, but Echo won't let you hide. With a 'tisk,' he removes his fingers from your heat, the sensation tearing a cry from your throat as his hand slips between you to press against your chest, forcing you to lay back. His pupils are blown as his eyes hold yours.

"Was it 'good girl?'" he asks, spreading your slick from your sternum to your chin as he brings his hand up to grasp it. "Or did you like me telling you to take what you need?"

You know Echo loves this part, watching how you lose all control with just the right words. And he's always in awe of how filthy those same words sound coming back in your voice. But he was just at adept at weaponizing silence. And right now, as he let his stare weigh heavy in expectation, that silence was a blaster to your back, compelling you to fight past your lust-fueled daze to answer him.

"'My,'" you croaked. "You said 'my good girl. I ... I like being yours."

For a moment, you wondered if he heard you. Echo doesn't move, doesn't react, doesn't breathe long enough for you to get a little nervous.

"Echo?"

Your quiet whisper is met with fierce passion as Echo crashes his lips to yours, sucking your bottom lip harshly as he slides his arm from where it supported you so he could roll to over over you.

His hips spread your legs wider as he grinds his hard cock into your wetness. You keen into him and press closer.

"You like being mine?" he growls as the head of his cock catches your clit.

You hiss out a "Yessss," knowing he won't continue if you don't respond.

Echo pulls his hips back and lines himself at your entrance.

"Mine. My girl." Slowly, he pushes inside you, your walls stretching gently around his hardness. "My gorgeous girl takes me so well."

His hand presses down on your pelvis, his thumb circling your clit. "Isn't that right? Tell me."

"Yes!" you shout, back arching at the overwhelming sensation of being stretched so deliciously as lightening zaps through you with every swipe of his thumb. "Made for you. Made to take you."

Echo begins thrusting in earnest, matching pace with his ministrations on your clit.

You feel that familiar hot coil tightening deep in your core. It's intoxicating and you need more. Need to reach that peak and let it snap.

Reaching up, you run your nails over Echo's back, pulling him forward so he leaned against his scomp, his weight settling more firmly on you. The new angle pushed him deeper into you and you feel your cunt flutter around him.

"Made to make you feel good," you moan into his ear, smiling when he shudders against you. "Need to make you feel good, too."

"Fuck!" His hand grabs your hip, holding you tight and steady as he takes you at a pace that leaves you breathless. "Come for me then, cyare."

The drag of his cock twists that coil almost painfully tight inside you. You crave the release, the fall that only Echo could give you and with a few more thrusts, you shatter. You can feel your muscles tense, but all you can focus on is the starlight ricocheting through you.

Distantly, you register feeling Echo's hip's stutter before the warmth of his release coats you. Unable to open your eyes or catch your breath just yet, you curl into him as he settles at your side.

Echo's arm drapes over you, holding you to him as his lips brush your hairline.

"That's my good girl."

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[pattycakes5516]

TojiXreader one shot-mature

Smut and angst all mixed into one

A constant shrill ringing in your ears was the only thing allowing you to cling to consciousness. Your mind was no longer full of the constant anxiety of day to day life. Only the sensations of pain and pleasure blending into an addictive cocktail.

“You're doing so well for me…” a gruff voice groaned into your ear. “Just… hah.. a bit longer” you tried to cling on to the muscular figure in front of you but you felt too weak. Your overworked muscles felt like jelly.

You moan as his hands wrap around your throat once again. “Fuck I love that face…” His voice was raspy and breathless. You feel his figure tense and deep guttural grunts escape his lips. You whimper as you feel him release deep inside of you.

“Shhh…” You are pulled up gently into his arms as he moves your hair from your face. “Your ok sweetheart.” You nuzzle into his neck as he rubs your back. “No no…” He hums into your ear, “Look at me.”

Suddenly he is cradling your head. You feel his lips leaving quick kisses along your face. “Come on…” You lift your heavy eyelids with a sigh until you meet his piercing green gaze. “There she is…”

“Toji…” You mumble finding your voice. A smirk forms on his face, the thin scar on his lips draws your gaze. His lips are on yours taking away what little breath you had. “Mmm.” You get drawn in again, enjoying his fingers tugging at your hair.

“I can’t…” you mumble after his tongue probes your mouth greedily. “Please…” a soft whine of protest causes a deep chuckle from his chest.

“It’s ok princess.” Toji soothes you as you finally begin to come back to your senses. “I’m going to run a bath.” He lays you back onto the bed but as he tugs away you grip his wrist. “I promise I’m not leavin ya right now…” He whispers and you reluctantly let go. “Good girl.”

You watch his broad back exit your bedroom door as your brain starts formulating thoughts again. You let that man back in. Back into your home and your heart. A few compliments and a shitty excuse was all it took. He was the only one who could make you lose yourself. Lose all control and damn it it was exhilarating.

Your mind curses you as you recall the events that led to you now trying to find the strength to move. “How are you doing princess?” His raspy voice interrupts you scolding yourself. You look up into those beautiful green eyes and frown.

Toji ignores your expression, helping you sit up so you can drink a glass of water. You slowly sip as he lifts the glass. “You seein anybody?” Toji randomly asks and you choke. As you cough you glare up at him and he wears that same smug expression.

“No…” you practically growl and that grin falls just a bit.

“You really should.” He says as if chastising you. That familiar feeling of disappointment and anger returns as if in cue. Before you could curse him he lifts you up into his arms. You decide to stay silent as he takes you to the bathroom and sets you into your tub.

You feel his eyes studying you but you refuse to look at him. “Aww Y/N don’t be like that.” His low chuckle echoes against the tile. The sound was both haunting and angelic to your ears.

When you still refuse to meet his eyes, you hear him click his teeth. From the corner of your vision you see him lean over and grab the clean washcloth he had prepared. “Toji… Do you just enjoy hurting me?” You managed to ask and hear him sigh.

This time he is speechless as he runs the cloth along your tired body. You close your eyes distracted by the warm water cascading down your skin. The silence did not bother you but you could feel the tension between you now. After he washes you clean from the mix of sweat and his own essence he stands.

“I’m going to smoke real quick…” You hear him mutter and you shrug. He loves putting distance between you after ruining you. Toji Fushiguro was a menace and a pest. You know you need to exterminate him from your life. Why was it so difficult?

After a while you groan as your muscles begin to ache. You manage to push yourself up and step out of the tub. Grabbing the towel he left out you begin drying yourself off. Seeing the marks he always leaves makes your stomach flip. You walk to your mirror and look at your reflection.

“I’m so tired…” you say as you see the dark circles. Your fingers run along the bruise starting to form around your neck. These will outlast the time you spend together… Another reminder of your constant mistake.

The bathroom door swings open and your drug stands behind you. His large arms wrap around your waist as your gazes meet in the glass. “I was broken before I met you, Toji. You just remind me that the world is cruel. I use you to punish myself I think…”

Both of you have twisted expressions. “You remind me that there is good out there. I always fuck this up because I don’t deserve it.” Toji whispers into your ear and then lays a small kiss on your neck.

“How cliche…” you mutter and laugh. You hear him laugh as well. Then you both burst out into chuckles. It was not out of happiness. It was one of those gut wrenching reflexes where if you don’t laugh then you would both cry.

“Will I see you in the morning?” You ask a bit coldly. Toji doesn’t respond right away. Instead he roughly pulls your head back and kisses you passionately. Your tongues are both fighting for dominance then he bites your lower lip.

“You want me to tell you a lie?” He asks and you roll your eyes. You push him away and walk out, hearing him follow closely behind. “Come on Y/N let’s keep pretending I’m a good guy just for tonight huh?”

You turn quickly on your heel with a sinister smile. You grab his chin tightly, his eyes widen in surprise. “There is no such thing as a good guy, Toji.” Your voice is stern and his expression shifts to match your amusement. “Now pour me a glass of whiskey.” He nods and you release his face. Moving into the dining room you sit at the island and watch him prepare you a drink.

“How is work?” He asks as if he really cared. You scoff and he flashes his teeth. “Humour me…” He pleads and you take in a breath.

“Ooo it’s wonderful. I always imagined sitting in a cubicle all day. My work really matters, you know.” Your voice oozed sarcasm. This time Toji rolled his pretty eyes in your direction as he slid over your glass. “How is the business of murdering people?”

Toji grins, “Fucking hell Y/N…” He laughs watching as you take a long sip. “It’s great being a dog I guess. Havin to attack when ordered. The best!” He matches your tone and you find yourself smirking.

“I’m surprised your master let you off the leash for a bit.” You add and he shrugs. You finish the liquor too quickly and the heat rushes to your cheeks. “I’ll have to send him a thank you card.”

“You bitch…” Toji growls but you could tell he was enjoying the banter. His expression was soft. “He knew I needed to fuck something. I was getting a bit unruly.”

“Lucky me…” you mumble and before you could blink he had lifted you up, placed you on the counter top, and spread your legs to ease between them.

“You fucking love that I always come slinkin back to you.” His voice lowers as he pushes his forehead against yours.

“Maybe…” you say as your breaths mingled together. Your eyes traveled lower and you could see he was ready to take you again. “Your fucking insatiable Toji…” You moan as his hands grip your large thighs.

“You love that too.” He says and you could not deny him that fact. No matter how much you hated him when he disappeared. The moment he returned your heart always leapt out of your chest in excitement. “You should have never walked into that bar.”

“Well I always tend to have the worst luck…” you whisper and both of you smile. “Now do whatever you want…”

He did not need any more coaxing. Your head fell back as he shoved himself deep inside of you. Your legs shook in protest but he held you steady as he began thrusting aggressively. Both your words were now animalistic groans and heavy breathing.

The thoughts of how you ended up here easily fading back to mindless pleasure as he grabs your neck yanking you forward for a sloppy kiss. “If you let anyone see you like this…” His eyes were now wild. “I’ll fucking kill them…”

You never knew if when he spoke was the truth. Especially when he was balls deep in your soaking cunt. You moan loudly at the possessive streak that has now overcome him. You're a fool… some part of my subconscious spoke up but when he squeezed taking away my oxygen it faded away.

Being unlucky was not always the worst…

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[writercole]

I Have To Go

Summary: Charles has to leave for the start of the season. But his girlfriend doesn’t want him to go. Words: 1371 Warnings: 18 +. Dead dove do not eat. Dom/sub dynamics, oral (m receiving), fingering, insecurities, breeding kink, use of pet names, making him late, vaginal penetration, vaginal sex, hand bracelets Credits: This goes out to Pinterest, the real G, for sparking the idea and to @reels-and-wheels for fanning that spark into a flame and for looking over it with hella enthusiasm. A/N: The whore jumped out.

Charles sighed as he saw his girlfriend pouting on the bed. His heart fell at the idea of having to leave her for another weekend, for another race, especially after having spent so much time together. “Desole, chérie,” he whispered, pressing a  kiss to her forehead.

Her fingers slipped into his belt loops, tugging him towards her, her lips pressing against his stomach as she nudged the hem of his shirt up with her nose.

“Chérie, je dois y aller,” he mumbled, quietly, unconvincing. His long fingers tangled in her hair gently as his breathing became shallow, her lips trailing from his navel towards the waistband of his low-slung jeans.

“Just a few minutes. Please, Charlie.”

“Silvia is already mad at me.”

“Blame me. I don’t care. Just want you to be relaxed before you go.” Her fingers popped the button on his jeans and his eyes fluttered shut with a soft moan. Her knees hit the floor with a thump and she pulled his zipper down slowly, giving him plenty of time to stop her.

Charles didn’t move to make her stop, didn’t utter a word. He tipped his head down, his lids hooded as he looked at her face, watching as she licked her lips at the sight of his cock straining the fabric of his boxers. “You look so pretty down on your knees for me.”

She looked up at him through her lashes, biting her bottom lip as she pulled out his hard length, opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue before wrapping her lips around the tip.

A sharp intake of breath accompanied the hum of contentment as she slowly swallowed more of his length. Her tongue wrapped around the underside of his cock as she pulled her head back, the suction of her lips sealing around him eliciting an obscene groan from deep in his chest.

“Amour, you are incredible,” he panted, his head tipped back and his eyes shut. His hips began to chase after her mouth, thrusting into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged quietly but refused to let off, doubling down on her pace and depth.

“Easy, chérie,” he coaxed as he looked down, “you have to breathe. Breathe with me. That’s it, breathe in.”

Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock and moved in time with her mouth, stroking up and down firmly. His free hand cupped her cheek and his thumb brushed away the tears that had fallen from the corner of her eye. “That’s it. Ma belle bébé d’amour. Fuck, you look so beautiful stretched around my cock. Bellissimo.”

Her free hand traveled between her thighs and rubbed against her clothed mound, whimpers drowned by his dick filling her mouth. Her eyes fluttered shut as she choked on him, her fingers sliding into her panties as he watched.

“You’re making me really not want to go this weekend. Is that what you want? For me to stay with you?”

The agreement was quiet, barely audible though the vibration through his dick was confirmation enough for him.

“Up, chérie. It seems to me that you need reminding that you’re my priority, that this cock belongs to you and only you. I’m always going to come back to you,” he detailed as he pulled her to her feet. “Maybe I should knock you up. Would that be enough? Me fucking a baby into you?”

Whining, she stepped backwards until her knees bent over the mattress, falling back onto the bed with Charles above her. His hands deftly removed her panties and his fingers dipped into her waiting folds, spreading her slick down into her warm cunt while he leaned over her, his lips brushing her ear, his free hand wrapping around her hip.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Your eyes, your smile,” he paused as he slipped two fingers into her dripping channel, “this pussy. Gorgeous. And if I had more time, I’d show you. I’d prove to you that you’re all I want. But I don’t have the time I’d need. I’ll never have that much time.”

Charles pulled his fingers out with a squelch, eliciting a whine from her. His jeans dropped to his ankles as he smirked. “Baby, you have to tell me what you want. Whining doesn’t tell me anything.”

She covered her face with her hands and mumbled something, Charles chuckling before he gripped her wrists and pinned them above her head in one hand.

“Chérie, you should never cover your beautiful face but even more so when I’ve got my cock ready for you. Not when I need you to ask for what you want. Care to try that again?”

“Charleeees,” she whined as she wiggled her hips. “You know what I want.”

“Do I? Do you want me to get your vibrator?”

“No! You, Charles. I want you.”

“Baby, you have me, I told you.”

“No, I...”

“You what?”

“I want you to fuck me raw. No condom.”

“Mon dieu, chérie,” he growled as he plunged his leaking cock into her dripping pussy. “I wanted you to say that for so long.”

Her back arched off of the mattress when he tucked his arm under the small of her back, tilting her hips and hitting every spot just right. His pace was fast but not frantic, aware of the time constraint but determined to give her what she wanted, what he longed for.

“So warm and wet for me. Taking everything. You’re gonna be such a good mommy. So beautiful with my baby growing inside of you.”

“Charles, yes, please,” she panted as her walls tightened around him, “please fuck a baby into me. Please.  Want it. Want your baby.”

“All you had to do was ask. I want you to carry my child more than I want to win. That would be the best moment of my life.” His pace quickened as she tensed under him, her wrists pressing against the hand engulfing them. “You’re pulling me in, chérie. I won’t last much longer.”

“Please. Want it inside. Want you to fill me. Fill me up. Want it all.”

Her body went rigid as her climax rolled over her, her walls pulsing around Charles, triggering his release. He chanted her name as his cock throbbed, painting her womb with his seed. He released her wrists and tipped his head backwards, lacing his fingers behind his neck as he panted, his face coated in sweat and his gray tee clinging to his chest.

Charles stepped back, hissing as he pulled out of her, his fingers collecting the cum that dripped out and tucked it back in. “I want you to stay like this for an hour, amour. Close those beautiful legs and keep it all inside for me. I want to hear that you’re pregnant on the first off weekend of the season.”

“Charlie, are you serious? You want a baby with me?” She asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked anywhere but at her boyfriend righting his jeans.

“I want everything with you, baby. Family, future, forever. And if a baby is what you need to be secure in that knowledge, then that’s what I’ll do. If it’s not what you want, then tell me and we’ll do what we need.”

“No, Charlie, I want that, too.”

He leaned down, pressing a deep kiss to her lips as his phone started to ring, a shrill sound that made him pull back with a sigh.

“Je t’aime, amour. Très beaucoup.”

“Moi aussi,” she replied with a smile, reaching up to cup his stubbled cheek. A moment later, the ringtone started again.

Charles turned his head to kiss her palm before he stood. “I have to go, chérie. I’ll call you soon. We’ll talk more when Silvia isn’t about to quit on me.”

He blew her a kiss before he walked out of the room, hustling up the hallway, pulling his phone out of his pocket. As he looked at the screen, it began to ring again, his assistant calling rather than his manager.

“Joris, bien. J’ai besoin d’une faveur.”

“Ah bon?”

“Oui. J’ai besoin d'une bague de fiançailles.”

“ENFIN!”

#writercole #cole writes #charles leclerc #rpf #so delulu #cl16 #leclerc era #spicy #with weeps #spicy fic #18+

[analumina]

So I wrote this little paragraph for my fic and I'm particularly happy about using the words, "holiest blow job" 🤣

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale x crowley #fanfic #spicy fic #michael sheen #david tennant

[vodika-vibes]

Welcome Home

Banner by idontgetanysleep

Summary: A normal Welcome Home dinner with Kix blossoms into something more.

Pairing: Clone Medic Kix x F!Reader

Word Count: 2737

Warnings: Smut, Oral (F receiving), some angst in regards to two people who can't see the forest for the trees.

A/N: This was supposed to be fluff, but apparently, Kix had different ideas. This is fine. This is my first time writing proper smut in, like, years. So it might not be the greatest.

Divider by Saradika

You have three simple rules that you follow when it comes to dealing with Kix. Three rules that are painfully easy to remember.

Rule 1: Do not ask him about his most recent deployment. If you ask he’ll tell you the truth, and he always looks so broken and defeated when he does. If he wants to talk, he will, but pushing never helps.

Rule 2: No family talk. His family is massive, but you always run the risk of dredging old wounds regarding his fallen brothers. Also, your family kind of sucks, so family talk is better left for other times.

Rule 3: Do not, under any circumstance, draw attention to, or even think about, how you feel about Kix. If you don’t acknowledge it, then it’s not really there, and you don’t run the risk of a broken heart.

The first two rules are easy. You don’t like talking about your strained relationship with your parents and siblings. And you really don’t like the look that Kix gets when he thinks about his job.

The last one is…well, you’re not so good with the last one.

But it’s not really your fault. He’s just…he’s so kind and caring, and when he smiles at you in that way your heart skips a beat, and you have to remind yourself that this is just how Kix is, and that he’s not making your head dizzy and your heart ache on purpose.

Admittedly, it would be easier to not fall in love with him if he spent less time around you. But the very idea of him spending time with another person makes your heart clench so painfully-

Okay. So the hard truth is that you’re in love with Kix. Have been for what seems like ages, but he doesn’t seem interested and that’s okay. Your emotions, and feelings, are your problem. Not his. You just want him to be happy, even if that means relegating yourself to best friend, rather than more.

You drag yourself out of your thoughts when you hear the door chime. You check the time, and then glance in the oven to check the roast that has been slowly cooking all day, and then you head to the door, and press the button that slides the door open.

Kix flashes a small grin at you, “Hey, sarad,” 

You favor him with a small smile, “You’re early.” You move to the side to let him in the apartment.

“Yeah, I decided that I was done for today,” Kix replies as he presses the bottle he brought with him into your arms, “I bring booze.”

“I have booze,” You say dryly, as you accept the bottle.

“You have wine,” Kix corrects, “Which this is not.”

You pause and then eye the bottle suspiciously, “this isn’t the Moonshine that Hardcase and Fives brewed on the Resolute, is it?”

Kix laughs, “I’m pretty sure that would put you in the hospital,” He jokes lightly, “No, I bought it on my way here.”

“How much was it, I’ll pay you back-”

“That’s not necessary. We’re getting paid now, haven’t you heard?”

You shake your head and press the door control again, allowing the door to slide shut and lock, and then you head back into the kitchen, “Well, thank you for buying it. Unfortunately, dinner still has a couple of hours before it’s done. I wasn’t expecting you for a bit.”

“That's fine with me. We can start our movie night early.” Kix says as he steps into the living room and immediately goes right over to your TV. “What do you want to start with?”

“Oh, anything’s fine.” You reply from the kitchen as you read the back of the bottle, and then slide it in your fridge, before you join him in the living room. You sit on the couch and curl your legs under yourself as you watch Kix scroll through the movie options.

You’re surprised when he chooses one that you’ve both seen before. “I thought you didn’t like this movie?” You ask as the music starts. If you remember correctly this movie was a romcom that Kix hated so much that he vowed to never watch it again.

“Oh, I don’t.” Kix sits on the couch and turns so he’s leaning against the arm of the couch and facing you, and he sprawls his legs across the couch, and you mimic him, twisting so you’re facing him as well. “I figured that since we’ve already seen this movie, it means we can talk.”

You unfold your legs and stretch them out so they’re laying against his, “Oh? Did you want to hear the latest gossip from Coruscant?”

“Hardly. I wanted to talk about you.”

“Me?” You’re surprised, to say the least, “There’s nothing new about me. I live a very boring life, Kix.”

He hums thoughtfully, “How’s work going? You were having problems with one of your coworkers-”

“Much better,” You admit with a small smile, “He was fired after he had a temper-tantrum during a meeting. And,” You motion to the desk in the corner, “We’re now officially working from home. He sold the offices.”

“Nice. You must be thrilled.”

“I am. No more annoying small talk with small minded people. Though that means I spend a lot of time on my own.” You shrug and smile at him warmly, “But before you get worried, I do get out of the house at least three times a week.”

“I wasn’t worried.”

“Were too,”

“Okay, maybe a little.” Kix finally admits with a laugh, “But I know that you know how to take care of yourself.”

“It’s sweet of you to worry.” You say lightly, “But really, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“You’re a friend, so I worry.” Kix replies easily. He’s quiet for a moment, and then casually, almost too casually, he asks, “So, how’s what’s his name?”

“I…who?” You tilt your head in confusion.

“The guy you were talking to,” He clarifies, his voice slightly tight, “You went on a date with him-”

“Oh, him.” You shrug, “Yeah, it…it didn’t work out.”

Something drains out of Kix’s shoulders, and if you hadn’t been looking at him, you wouldn’t have noticed, “Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.” He doesn’t sound sorry.

You hum thoughtfully, “Yeah. Well, I’m considering giving up on dating for a bit. The last few guys who’ve asked me out on dates have all been assholes.”

“Well, maybe you should ask someone out rather than waiting for someone to ask you out,” Kix offers.

You make a face, “I suppose there is a guy I’m interested in.”

“That’s…great.” You glance at him and he has a strange look on his face, “You should ask him out.”

You shake your head, “He wouldn’t be interested in me. Better to just ignore it, rather than humiliate myself.”

“Humiliate? Why would you be humiliated? Is he an asshole?” Kix asks.

You sigh, “No. No, Kix. He’s perfect. I’m not good enough for him and I know it.” You shift, “Can we talk about something else, please?”

He’s quiet for a moment, “Yeah, alright.” Kix pauses, “Just, any guy would be lucky to have you, you know that right?”

You shake your head, “We both know that’s not true, Kix. But it’s nice of you to say so.” You shift, “But what about you? Surely there’s someone-”

“Yes. There is.” He says immediately, his gaze locked on your face, “She’s amazing. Kind. Caring.”

“Oh. She does sound great. You deserve amazing.” You want Kix to be happy. You want him happy even if it’s not with you. You want him to be happy so you smile, and try to pretend that your heart isn’t breaking.

“Yeah, maybe.” Kix shrugs, and glances at the TV, “I’m going to change to a different movie, I think.”

“Go ahead.” You smile at him, though it’s much smaller than usual, “I’m going to check on the food.” He hums something as you get up and turn towards the kitchen. 

You barely take a single step, before his hand wraps around your wrist. 

You turn and look up at him, “Kix? Is something wrong?”

He doesn’t say anything for a long moment, his hand releases your grip and then both of his hands rest on your shoulders, his grip firm. He obviously hesitates, seemingly at war with himself, and then he utters something in Mando’a, and he crashes his lips against yours.

You don’t react for the span of a heartbeat. His lips are warm and soft, and better than you could ever imagine. You lift your hands and lightly grip the front of his shirt, and lean into the kiss. And you kiss him back, and that’s apparently everything to Kix, because he groans against your lips, and somehow manages to pull you impossibly closer.

And when he breaks the kiss, he’s breathing heavily, and he presses his forehead against yours. His eyes are dark and somehow his hands moved from your shoulders to cup your face. 

“...Kix?” You whisper.

He swallows hard, his gaze dropping back to your lips, and there’s a look of longing. “It’s you,” He replies, his voice just as quiet as yours, “It’s always been you, and it’ll always be you.” He lightly trails his thumb over your lower lip, “I’m greedy and selfish and the idea of you kissing another man makes me-” He exhales sharply, “Give me a chance? I’ll treat you like you deserve to be treated, and I know I’m probably not who you want but…” He trails off, seemingly at a loss for words.

You stare at him with wide eyes for a moment, and then you smile, soft and slow. “Oh, Kix.” You whisper, and he tenses under your fingers, as though preparing for a blow, “The guy I was talking about is you.” You keep your voice low, as though you’re sharing a secret for his ears only.

His eyes snap to meet yours, “You…why didn’t you…You thought I would humiliate you?” He sounds hurt.

“No. Never.” You answer softly. Whatever else you planned to say to him was stolen by his lips sealing over yours once again.

While the first kiss was gentle, and almost chaste, this one was anything but. He tangles one of his hands in your hair, using your hair to tilt your head back for better access. He nips your lower lip, and then soothes the mild pain with a lazy trail of his tongue, and you’re helpless to do anything more than part your lips for him.

His tongue slides against your own, and you whimper against his lips. The noises escaping you seem to awaken something in him, as his free hand slides down your body, and ghosts across your clothed breast.

You can feel his erection pressing against your stomach, and your fingers twitch against his shirt. You want to touch him more than you’ve ever wanted anything in your life.

He breaks the kiss, and his lips move to trail down your throat. He licks, nips, and sucks his way to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, each caress of his lips pulling another pleasure filled noise from your parted lips.

“How long?” Kix asks through a groan, as he trails his lips across your throat to the other side of your neck.

“What?” You ask before he pulls another moan from you.

“How long before you have to worry about dinner burning?” He clarifies, his hand now sliding under your shirt.

“Oh, um…” You flicker your eyes towards the timer on the oven, “T-two hours.” You let out a shuddering moan when his teeth bite sharply into your neck, that’s definitely going to leave a mark.

He mumbles something in Mando’a against your neck, and your hands finally start moving, one hand slides up his chest and then up through his buzzed hair, your fingers lightly tracing his tattoos. Your other hand slides down his chest, over his hips, until you’re able to palm his cock over his pants. He groans low in his throat and his hips jerk once.

Kix’s lips trail back up your neck, and he catches your lips once more. He breaks that kiss and presses his forehead heavily against yours. “Mesh’la,” He murmurs, moving so that his lips just barely brush against your own. “I-” He trails off, unable to keep his lips off of you even long enough to finish his thought. “Need you,” He manages to gasp out, “Please.”

“You have me,” You whisper to him, and your words seem to settle some of his frantic energy.

His hands start moving slower, with more purpose. He removes each piece of clothing shielding you from him with surgical precision. His fingers slide against every inch of exposed skin, his lips ghosting after them. And before you know it, you’re totally bare to him, and his wandering fingers.

Kix’s fingers dip between your thighs, and he slowly, lazily almost, circles your clit with a practiced finger. Your gasp and your hips jerk against his hand, and he groans against your temple, “Mesh’la, you’re so wet for me.” He praises, a low chuckle falling from him as you shiver at his words.

“Wanted you for a while,” You admit as you try to move your hips so he’ll move faster, but whenever you move your hips, he stops moving his fingers. “Kix…” You whine.

He grins, and pulls you into a deep kiss, pulling his fingers away from you. You let out another whine, that changes into a started squeak as he effortlessly picks you up and walks you into your bedroom, “Oh mesh’la, I’m not fucking you on the couch.” And then he smirks, “Well, not yet.”

“Don’t care where, so long as you do.” You reply breathlessly.

He sets you on the bed, and then takes a step back to peel off his own clothes. You hungrily drag your gaze down his body, your fingers flexing against your comforter as you fight the urge to stand up and touch him.

Kix notices and he laughs, “Patience, cyare. You’ll get your chance to touch me.” He grins at you impishly, and then smoothly drops to his knees next to the bed. He keeps his gaze locked with yours as he lightly directs you to set your legs over his shoulders, and he slowly, teasingly, kisses up your legs.

Even knowing what his plan is, you still let out a startled noise when he slowly drags his tongue across your folds. A noise that quickly morphed into a moan of pleasure when he slowly circled your clit with his tongue.

He was a quick study. He slowly explored every inch of your pussy with his lips, tongue, and fingers, making note of what actions made you clench around him, what made your moan, what made you arch off the bed.

He circles your clit with his tongue, and then he wraps his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves, and sucks very gently, which pulls a moan from you. Kix clearly thinks that it’s not enough, as he slides two of his fingers in you, slowly thrusting and then curling them so that he is hitting the spot inside you that makes you see stars.

You can feel yourself getting close, and you writhe on the bed, seeking just a little more friction. Kix’s name slips from your lips in a quiet plea, and he seems to understand what you’re trying to say without you saying anything, because his lazy movements become a little faster.

And the coil snaps and you see stars as you bite your lower lip to muffle the pleasure filled cry that wants to escape. And Kix doesn’t pull away until you gently smooth your fingers over his head. He presses one more kiss to your thigh and absently wipes his face with his hand, before he crawls over you and pins you to the bed between his arms.

“Next time,” Kix promises as his lips ghost against yours, “I’m going to make you scream, mesh’la.”

You blush bright red, and avert your gaze. 

Kix grins, and grabs your wrists, pinning them over your head with one hand, “It’s okay, cyare.” He coos, “I’m going to take care of you.” And then he kisses you and you forget everything that’s not him and you.

#star wars #tcw #Clone Medic Kix x Reader #Kix x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #18+ fic #clone thirsting #spicy fic

[dusty-mothman]

🤍146 and 149 with Ambrosius and Ballister 🤍

#146-“Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh...no, I was just..” “Want some help?”

#149- “I don’t care what you do just fuck me.”

oooOOOooo you naughty Anon! Holy cow this is gonna be a doozy. Let's go!

It gets right into the spicy stuff, so I added a keep reading just to protect anyone who might not want to see this content.

{Spice level: 🌶️🌶️/5 explicit words but a cut to black scene}

Ballister held the bottom of his shirt between his teeth as his hand worked fervently on his cock. He breathed heavily through his nose, trying desperately to keep quiet. To keep from moaning the name of his best friend. The one who he is currently sharing a room with. The very reason why he was currently jerking it in the closet and not in his bed. It would be too risky, and the thought of being caught by Ambrosius both thrilled and scared him. Lost in his pleasure, Ballister hadn't heard the footsteps approaching.

“Fuuuck,” he whispered, unable to hold it in, “Ambrosius.” The shirt slipped from between his teeth. Ballister’s climax was building, eyes squeezed shut chasing his release. Just as he was about to tip over the edge when he heard a gasp and the door open. Eyes shooting open, Ballister comes face to face with the very man he was fantasizing about. His lust-filled brain had hindered Ballister's response time, and it took far too long to cover himself from Ambrosius. 

“Were you just masturbating,” Ambrosius asked, his voice quiet and breathy. It was too dark for Ballister to read his face, and panic washed over him.

“U-uh...no, I was just..” Ballister said, pulling his pajama pants back up quickly. He wanted to escape this situation but Ambrosius was blocking the exit. Instead, Ballister tried to take a step back and ended up losing his balance. Ambrosious’ hands shoot out to steady him, large and strong. The blond stepped back out of the closet, pulling Ballister with him. 

Once they were back in their room, Ambrosius stepped closer and whispered in his ear, “Want some help?” 

“Good Gloreth,” Ballister moaned, “Is this a dream?” 

“No Bal,” Ambrosius chuckled, “Not a dream. If you don't want to I understand. Although I will be storing the image of you for my own closet masturbation sesh�� 

His words set Ballister on fire, already painfully hard once again, “This can't be real. I-i never imagined you would share my feelings.” Ballister’s head was swimming, thoughts racing trying to put the pieces together. 

“Of course, I have feelings for you,” Ambrosius said, tilting Ballister’s chin up so he could see the sincerity in his eyes, “Now, can I please help you? You have no idea how long I've wanted this. How many things I've fantasized about doing to you? The sounds you would make…” 

Inching ever closer, their lips finally met in a heated kiss. It was like they had been waiting forever for this moment. Their kiss was desperate, both men gasping into each other's mouths. Ballister clung to Ambrosius, fingers combing through blond hair. He felt like his skin was on fire, or maybe vibrating would be a closer description. All he knew is that he wanted Ambrosius, needed him right now.

 “I don’t care what you do just fuck me,” Ballister sounded desperate even to his own ears, but Ambrosius’ responding moan erased any insecurities he might have. 

“Wanna play rock paper scissors to see whose bed we use,” Ambrosius asked, a teasing smile pulling at his lips. 

Ballister rolled his eyes and gently shoved the blond's shoulder, “Your bed is furthest away from the door. No way in hell am I getting caught TWICE in one night.” Without another word, their lips met once again as they stumbled back onto Ambrousius’ bed.

#ballister x ambrosius #goldenheart #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #nimona netflix #spicy fic #joe writes #my writing #drabble #writing prompt #writing requests #requests open

[lilac-hecox]

It is time for another installment of:

What I read this week:

*Again these are things I managed to read between last weekend and this weekend and is not meant to make anyone feel bad but I want to also hype others up!

I Can Feel The Flames On My Skin (Crimson Red Paint On My Lips) by @xxmoonch1ldxx Ian/Anthony - Spicy! This is long and hot as hell and has a ton of kinks in it, but it is SO good and also has these soft little moments woven in-between. Also this was written for my birthday <3

love is stored in the soup by @shaynetopps - Ian/Anthony - super cute and so sweet and based on Ian confessing his feelings over cooking soup with Anthony!!

Thighs on his mind by @japhan2024 - Ian/Anthony - A longing and pining Anthony and it has some very good realistic mentions of aspects of their relationship and parts of their life! Also spicy!

Careful what you wish for by @hecoxthirst - Ian/Anthony - WOW! Based on the popular idea of present ianthony switching places with past!ianthony and it's so cute and a good reflection of their past and present and the growth involved.

(If You Want Me To Stay For The Rest Of My Life) You Got Me by @xxmoonch1ldxx -Ian/Anthony - super interesting because it deals with the idea of safe word usage and aftercare and I feel like that is not shown a lot in fan fiction, but is very realistic. I also really like how it deals with Anthony's internalized issues with how he's been treated based on his looks.

Hypothetically Yes (Theoretically Forever) by @xxmoonch1ldxx - Ian/Anthony - so sweet and soft. It is fluff and is ianthony waking up the day after they got married and they are husbands and UGHHH. It is SO CUTE.

You've Been Bitten By Something Hungrier Than you by @xxmoonch1ldxx - Ian/Anthony. This is spicy and Anthony has tentacles and it is HOT and also will make you go like "oh wow, oh fuck." and has BOTH bottom!ian and bottom!anthony so!

the sun will shine on this heart of mine by @blondeforyou - Ian/Anthony - THIS IS SO SWEET. So cute! Such a soft and simple idea and full of little moments that make me scream.

Ivy and forget-me-nots by @hecoxthirst - Ian/Anthony SOULMATE AU!! WITH AMAZING ART!! This was made for me in the smoshblr valentines exchange and I love it so, so much and it almost made me cry so!!!

Hold Me Tight by Anonymous - Ian/Anthony a good ol' fashioned pwp with ianthony. it is spicy and if the author is on smoshblr I want to encourage you to not be embarrassed and keep writing!

Previous Week!

#ianthony #fic rec #fic recs #smoshships #polysmosh #fic recommendation #fic rec list #what i read this week #spicy #spicy fic #xxmoonch1ldxx #shaynetopps #japhan2024 #hecoxthirst #blondeforyou #anonymous #smoshblr valentines exchange