#the image with the two of them in bed has me breathless

[mizusnose]

With her sweetened breath and her tongue so mean

established mizu x fem!reader valentine’s day NSFW :)

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It was constant, the way that Mizu kept looking at you throughout the night. A pull of gravity that mimicked the tide at night, the waves insistent, gentle once the dawn had broken and morning fell over the earth. The glimmer of Mizu’s chain caught the hotel lights. Only one was on, a lamp in the corner of the room atop a desk.

The singular light cast shadows over Mizu’s gaze. It had changed throughout the elevator ride up. Had shifted from intrigue, to a glare, to a hard line of blue against her dark pupils: exploded and nearly blocking the color of her iris.

Now, she looked at you as if she was hungry. Ready to unhinge her jaw and eat you whole. A look meant only for you and her: the darkness swimming between them the only witness, one that would be gone by morning.

And yet, you smiled. Grinned, even. A little giddy about it all: having Mizu this way, unearthed, ungrounded, a bit feral. Somewhere along the way back to the hotel, Mizu had gripped your jaw, kissed you mean and then soft, then mean again before pulling away and leaving you breathless. Now the only sign it had happened was the wipe of lipstick against the edges of her mouth. A dark stain that bloomed like a bruise, one she had taken herself, one she had given heartily.

“Get naked.” Mizu’s voice was soft, yet the deep timbre of it shook something in you. Unlodged the deep of your gut, sent it rumbling down into your belly, deeper, deeper still.

“Kiss me first.” You demand. You’re willing to be mean too, tonight. A touch of arrogance, of unwillingness, and Mizu would cave. Would become an unrockable force above you. Have you an unraveled mess and continue on and on and on.

Mizu, a bit surprised, complies regardless. She cradles your chin, the sharp of jaw that she had gripped earlier in the heat of a kiss. It aches still, and she kisses it tender and bites on your earlobe before kissing down to your mouth, the heat of it.

Mizu has always been an eager kisser. Always wanted more when she wasn’t given enough. She’d always joked that it was because she was greedy for all of you. Wanted every bit, every part, every crook and angle and depth. So, she took your mouth with an insistence that you hadn’t felt in a while. One that had you whimpering and closing your legs, rubbing your knees together.

The hot heat of her tongue swept into your mouth. A gentle licking that alternated between an anger and heat that was Mizu to her core, and a softer side that good managed to coax out throughout your relationship.

Her hands worked your clothes off quickly. Left them a pile on the floor tucked against the edge of the bed that she eventually laid you down on. An image to be made: you, bare and naked against the white of sheets, and Mizu, fully-clothed and panting against you.

“Need..more.”

“Shh.”

Mizu’s always had big hands. A large plane of palm and lines and calluses. So her fingers against your ribs, your shoulders, your breasts, felt familiar yet, the meaning and intent behind them swallowed you whole.

To be loved, to be had, to be cared for. It was bleeding into every touch Mizu gave. A caretaker of her love, a gentle poem of care, of something more.

Mizu had asked earlier that day: It’s okay for me to leave marks, right? You have like, makeup and stuff?

And you’d nodded, shy and blushing. Now, you wonder why you didn’t lie.

Mizu was on you in an instant, her fingers slowly making their way down the dips and valleys of your body, your hips, your thighs. And, as if to distract you through it, she was mauling your neck, nipping and biting and pulling skin.

You grabbed her hair, wrapping it in your fist and pulling. You didn’t realize you’d been moaning before Mizu looked up and smirked, ever the arrogant one between you two.

By the time she had taken what she needed to be satiated, Mizu’s shirt was abandoned, the lines of her chest and tummy on full display above you. Her strap was still nowhere to be seen, and the shadows of her face flickered as she kissed her way down to your inner thigh.

“Mizu..”

“It’s okay. Let me take care of you.”

she wrapped her fingers around your hip, just touching the edges of your clenched fist. The image she made below you made your head spin. Her hair, flowing and dark against her skin, her breasts brushing your thighs, and the flicker of her eyelashes as she slowly closed her mouth around your clit.

“Hah, fuck.”

“Mmm..”

Your hips bucked at the vibration, your labia spreading itself around Mizu’s tongue on the way back down.

“Mizu!”

Despite your outcry, Mizu continued, opening her mouth wider and licking into you, the very root of yourself. Her left hand had been caressing your belly, your hip, the soft bend of your waist. Now though, it drifted below her lip, teasing the entrance of your pussy, rubbing, encircling, pressing in.

Mizu pulled away to blow cold air on your clit, held you down as she let her tongue hang out, not touching you, just looking up and holding eye contact.

“Gonna be a good girl and take it?”

Her voice, you think, flushed and panting. You nod and bit your lip, wanting her tongue back on you.

“Use your words darling.”

“Fuck. Yes. Please, fuck, I’m—“

And before you’d had the chance to finish your sentence, Mizu connected her mouth back to your cunt, sucking and matching the tentative thrusts of her fingers into you.

It was slowly becoming apparent that you were close. Muscles pulled taught and jaw working around the wrist your shoved into your mouth to quiet your whimpers at Mizu’s fingers. So, when the thrusts got quicker, slowly and slowly before you could hear just how wet you’d gotten, Mizu had pulled away again and growled, low and demanding: “Don’t you fucking dare.”

But you’d yelped around the wave of sudden pleasure already and instead of being kissed back down to sanity like usual, Mizu shoved you around, face into the pillows, dragging your hips up.

“M-mizu, ah, mizu—!”

“Fucking brat.” She seethed, giving you one long second of silence and nothingness before her palm connected with the meat of your ass.

The smack threw you forward, if only from the surprise and quickness that Mizu had used to spanked you. You flopped forward, hurt only on your pride as Mizu chuckled darkly behind you.

“Need to learn how to fucking listen. You wanna come again baby?”

You nod despite your current position. The heat of the spank had slowly bled into your belly, filling it up before it leaked into your gut. A pull that felt like a weight only Mizu could rid you of, so you nodded frantically once more.

“Then I’m gonna eat you out and you’re going to take it.”

Mizu lifted your hips, an easy feat considering how exhausted you felt. Then, without much finesse except in spreading you and humming out a: pretty, she devoured you.

The yell that burst from your chest had you pulling away if only for a second. The wet of Mizu’s mouth as she cursed and then went back in had you moaning. Your hands gripped the pillow under you, shoving it into your face as Mizu continued to eat like she was starving. Her tongue an searing wet heat that was slowly accompanied by her long finger.

The motion she made with her middle and ring finger made a wet squelching noise that Mizu groaned around, sending your into another fit of rutting and whimpering into the pillow.

Somewhere along the ascent from pleasure into nearly coming, your drool had stained the pillow. A dampness that mimicked your cunt, the same one Mizu slurped at, her fingers at three now that she had you propped up and open and ready.

“Soaking wet…just for me, baby?” Mizu gruffed, biting into the meat of your flesh, the mark red and angry.

You were close, you could feel it. So when you didn’t answer Mizu, and her palm came back down, you screamed, coming and coming and coming.

“C-can’t, can’t—“

Mizu stretched you on her fingers as you came. A sensation that mimicked the feel of her strap when she made you ride her. You didn’t realize you’d been crying until Mizu finally turned you over and inspected you.

Marked, bitten up, and crying, Mizu cooed down at you: almost like she felt bad about it all, the pleasure she’d given you so openly, so fiercely.

So when she got you cleaned up and into the bath stop her, you could finally start to feel the embarrassment creep up your neck at your incessant moans and crying.

“It was hot. ‘ts okay.”

And she kissed you softly, a barely there kiss because you were both swollen. Regardless, you could feel the love Mizu held in her touches as she cleaned you up, dried your hair, and tucked you in, firmly next to her.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, darling.”

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totally not writing this from my own fantasies ☺️

#blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #mizu x fem!reader #headcanons #fanfiction

[b00kdiary]

for the plus size project you’re doing, i feel like cassian is such a good fit. i can totally imagine him with a thicker partner, he’s def the type to always want to be touching them, especially the squishier bits lmao. he’d be just completely obsessed with a larger body, and i feel like he’d love if they were taller too, more for him to get to touch!

Hurt Me | Cassian

Cassian x Plus Size Reader

Cassian and Y/N are late for an IC meeting not that Cassian cares, no, he has two things on his mind: your body and your pleasure.

Warnings: mature themes (18 +) swearing, body-image issues, eventual smut and Cass being utterly infatuated with his thick, beautiful lady.

MASTERLIST

“Cass, we should go-“ My protests melt into moans, breathless and dizzying as Cassian plucks one of my taut nipples into his mouth, his teeth latching on firmly and tugging. “Rhys is going to kill us for being late-“

“Don’t say another male's name when I’m sucking on your tits, Y/N,” Cassian snarls, his dark eyes lifting to meet mine and I see that feral, possessive Fae instinct in him scorching in his gaze. “The only name I wanna hear on your pretty lips is mine.”

My back arches against the bed as his large hand palms my breast, my fingers fisting around the duvet for purchase, my nipples sore and the ache between my thighs growing and growing, and Cassian smirked at the scent.

“I’m sorry, Cass,” I croon, running my hand up the corded muscle of his back, tracing the dark whorls and marks there before lacing into his hair, my fingers curling into his roots. A groan rumbles through his chest as I drag him up to me, a small smile tugging at my lips. “Let me make it up to you.”

Kissing Cassian felt like home, the smell and taste of him, the feel of his mouth, his tongue, his body, it was every single comfort I loved the most. I sigh as he slips his tongue into my mouth, so graceful as he laps against me, his hands at my waist, kneading the curves there.

“So beautiful, Angel,” Cassian moans and the sound goes straight to my wet core, and as his hands roam down my body, scratching and kneading and fondling every soft, plump inch of me, I know this is his idea of heaven.

Cassian always worshipped my body, and loved my body, even when I didn’t, he always saw the beauty in me. Always willing to kiss my stretch marks and cellulite, always loving the feel of my rolls and flesh in his hands, more than willing to hold my weight and not blanche at it.

I expose my neck to him, moaning as he kisses my neck, suckling against my nerve point, biting down on the sweet spot at the junction of my throat. A mix of pain and pleasure throbs through that spot, heightened by the hard length pressing into my thigh.

“My Cass,” I sigh, hearing the breath catch in his throat as I wrap my thighs around his hips, dragging his cock to rub against me, the friction making his eyes roll and the neediest, most helpless whimper slip from his lips. “All mine.”

“I’m yours, I’m yours, Angel,” He mumbles, his body going firm under my palm as I rock back and forth, again and again, feeling his cock become slippery with pre-cum and his face melts with the bliss of pleasure. “Yours, all yours.”

I grin at the sight of Cassian’s twitching wings, sprawled high and shaking as I continue moving against him, faster and longer, and I’ve never seen him so close to finishing just from rutting against me.

“Cauldron, Y/N,” He huffs, his voice breaking as I scratch a single nail down the inside of his wing, and his body crumbles against me as I press down harder, following the pattern of one of the veins that dance across the skin.

“Are you going to come, Cass?” I whisper, nibbling on his earlobe as he begins to shift his hips faster, my hands caressing the underside bone of his wing, a point I knew was the most sensitive. Cassian’s body shook, his fingers bruising my waist. “Is the Lord of Bloodshed going to make a mess without me even having to touch him?”

“Fuck,” He curses, low and filthy, and this time, when he rolls his hips, something sparks at the touch, and he goes still. He roars, his face burying into my neck as his orgasm hits, and I whimper at the feeling of his teeth biting against my neck, anchoring himself down as the familiar warmth of his seed hits my thigh.

I smile against his cheek, loving the sound of his ragged breathing and the harsh fall and rise of his muscular chest, brushing against my nipples and the sweat of our bodies softening us together.

“Are you feeling better now, my love?” I mutter, satisfaction running through me as I tease my fingers just over the sharp talon on the tip of his wing, seeing him jerk at the feeling. Cassian laughed, short and amused, the kind that told me how cruel and lovely he thought I was.

“I would feel better if I had made you finish too,” Cassian replies and my stomach flutters in response to the headiness in his tone, his head lifting to show me the implication and temptation in his shadowed gaze. “I’m going to have to amend that.”

“Cass, we don’t have time, Rhysand is going to murder us-“ I squeal, an abrupt, shrieking sound that fades into a laugh as Cassian grips the flesh of my hips and in one easy move, flips us over. I lurch forward to press my palm to his chest, my cheeks blushing at the way he admires me- tits bouncing, sweat coating my skin and my bare core resting on his strong stomach.

“Stop saying his fucking name, Y/N, and come sit on my face,” Cassian demands, and the General in him comes out, dark and possessive, authoritative in a way that has my body weakening, as if every nerve in me was desperate to obey, to follow his command.

“I c-can’t Cass, we’re already late and-“ I gnaw on my lip as he drags me forward, those two veined hands moving me across his body like I weighed nothing as if he barely felt me atop him. “And sitting on your face, I-I don’t want to hurt you-“

“Don’t insult me, Angel,” He snarls and as always, whenever I critique myself in any way, his face twists in anger and denial. I whimper as he runs his hands down my skin, over my thick thighs and hips, running his nails over the rolls at my stomach and back, before cupping my heavy, aching breast. “You could never hurt me, and if you did, it would be the best pain in the fucking world.”

I remain silent, my chest rising and falling hard as Cassian caresses my skin, his thumb circling my nipple, his gaze unwavering upon me, and I can’t look away.

My Cass, my mate. The love of my life.

The only male in this whole universe who could love me unconditionally, who could take all the things I despise about myself and make them seem like my most desirable qualities.

“Promise you’ll tell me if I’m hurting you?” I whisper, my voice shaking and Cassian’s face melts into a victorious, pleased grin as I slowly begin to climb up his body, his hand guiding me toward the headboard. “I mean it Cass; I don’t think people will be happy if I suffocate the General of the Night Court to death.”

“What a glorious way to go, I’d happily die between your pretty thighs, feasting on this perfect cunt,” Cassian praises, nipping at the flesh of my thigh as I hover above him, and the way he glances up at my wet folds makes me clench. “But I promise to stop you since it matters so much.”

“Thank you,” I sigh and when my eyes meet his I see the care and adoration and love dancing through the hazel orbs, and I don’t resist when he guides my core forward. My head lulls at the first flick of his tongue tracing through my folds, and he groans at the taste of me. “Cassian, Cauldron-“

My fingers tighten around the headboard, the wood creaking under the strength of my hold as Cassian’s tongue whirls around my clit, alternating between slow and fast, his pressure shifting from hard to soft and teasing in a way that has my legs shaking.

“I said sit, Y/N, not hover,” Cassian grumbles irately, the feeling reverberating through my core and my body is more than willing when he yanks me down by my thighs, dropping me onto his face so that I’m smothering him, and his satisfied moan tells me that’s exactly what he wanted.

Cassian tastes me like a starved man, his tongue lapping against my swollen clit in long languid strokes, drawing so many waves of scorching pleasure from me, the kind that had me pinching my eyes shut and tossing my head back to release my sounds into the air.

“Cassian, please, please,” My hand fell down my body, curling into his dark hair, my fingers finding purchase in his roots, and as I tug, Cassian growled, his teeth scraping against my clit in the most deliciously painful way.

The sound that tears from me is so loud, echoing through the empty room and house, bouncing off the walls and likely alerting any passing person to what was happening. But I didn’t care, couldn’t care as I rocked my hips back and forth, grinding against his tongue.

My toes curl when he prods his tongue lower, easily shifting me so that his nose hits against my sensitive bud and his tongue slips into my entrance, fucking in and out of me in a way that has my entire body trembling, had any worry or control slipping away.

Cassian’s sounds are muffled by the wet sounds of him sucking and tasting and fucking his tongue inside me fervently and as his hands palm my ass, moving me back and forth, back, and forth, again and again, it’s more than I can take.

“Cass, there, right there-“ I cry out, his hands, his tongue, every brush of his nose, all at once- it ruins me.

My back arches and my body goes taut as black dots fill my vision, an eruption of flames and sparks charging through my core. My stomach clenches and unclenches repeatedly as my orgasm lasts and lasts, never-ending as Cassian laps against me, not stopping or slowing down.

“Cassian, it’s too much, it’s-“ He pressed his nose against my clit and my thighs clamped around his head tighter, a strangled gasp escaping me as he finally, finally, let go. I slump forward, my head spinning and the second his hold releases from my thighs, I lurch forward, the sound of his lips plucking back from my core so lewd.

“Now, I feel better,” Cassian muses and I giggle as I settle back to sit on his chest, legs burning and weak as I stare down at him, my heart thundering in my chest. He looked as handsome as ever, hair tousled from my fingers, eyes bright with relief, and my wetness coating his mouth and nose. “Do you?”

“You know I do,” I smile, my thumb brushing the stubble at his jaw and his fingers drawing circles at my back. “I love you, Cassian.”

“I love you too, Y/N, always,” Cassian smiles, his face serene, his eyes softening as all the shadows and hurt of his pasts dissolve into oblivion like they always did when we were together.

“How sweet,” Rhysand’s voice drawls sarcastically through our minds, and I jump at the sound, Cassian snorting at the impatience and ire radiating from our High Lord. “What I would love is for the two of you to come join the fucking meeting that started one hour ago.”

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@mis-lil-red @hyemishii @assaultsofthought @starswholistenanddreamsanswered

#acotar #cassian smut #cassian x reader #throne of glass #crescent city #rhysand #azriel acotar #plus size reader #plus size smut #bat boys x reader #sarah j maas #sjmaas #cassian acotar #plus size y/n #acotar smut #acotar fanfiction #acotar x reader #smut #cassian x plus size reader

[tyunphoria]

🌪️wearing something that turns skz on — bang chan, changbin

[NSFW CONTENT AHEAD ‼️]

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INCLUDES: AFAB! reader x bang chan and changbin, thigh riding, praise, changbin being absolutely in love w you, established relationships, channie eating reader out like there’s no tomorrow, use of nicknames (hun, love, baby, darling, etc.)

other part(s): leeknow + hyunjin

a/n: i want my own changbin *sobs* also, hyunjin won the poll for my ceo! x reader!! while that’s in the works rn, here’s the second part of this series. may or may not do the maknae line as well? dunno

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bang chan

chan walks in your shared bedroom, his eyes immediately landing on your sleeping figure, curled up on the bed with your leg propped up on his pillow. as he steps closer to the end of the bed, his smile widens upon seeing that you’re wearing his shirt. chan’s gaze continues to travel the expanse of your bare thighs, then lands on your bare ass that’s teasingly peaking from under his shirt.

“so cute…” he cooes, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip as he runs his fingers through his hair, letting out a heavy sigh. The lewd yet innocent image of you has his cock stiffening; he almost felt guilty for thinking such thoughts about his adorable partner. but you’re wearing his shirt… and just his shirt… how can the poor man simply control himself? he thinks it’s almost as if you’re teasing him. the throb of his cock starts to become unbearable as his knuckles drag along your inner thigh. Oh, how he wanted to just bury his head between and stay there in content. to feast on your sweet nectar like a starved man until you beg him to stop. you suddenly shift to your back, legs falling open. the sight is so inviting. your folds glisten with arousal, clit swollen and in desperate need of attention. he glances at the slick left on his pillow as it finally clicks.

“oh, love. dreaming about me, yeah?”

in your sleep, you whine in response as chan uses his fore finger and thumb to spread your slit to see the gorgeous view of how needy you are. the bed slightly dips as he climbs onto the mattress. chan presses a handful of kisses across your thighs, you groan and slowly stir awake. “channie?” you mewl as he drags the flat of his tongue along your slit. “shhh, let me taste you.” he urges you to spread your legs more, grabbing onto your waist, and guiding your thighs over his broad shoulders. he licks you from your wet entrance, trailing up to wrap his lips around your puffy clit as you buck your hips and choke out a gasp of his name. your hands found itself grabbing a fistful of his hair, chan moaning into your cunt in return.

your thighs quake over his shoulders as he continues to suck at the throbbing bundle of nerves. “s’ so good, chan…” you gasp, eyes fluttering. “yeah?” sliding two fingers into your clenching hole, he twists his wrist and drags them over that one specific spot he knows that’ll send you over the edge. “you close, hun?” you desperately rock your hips, breathless and trembling. gushing all over his hand, you jerk and tug on his hair. he continues to lavish your clit with attention while his fingers feel your pussy rhythmically squeeze around it. he continues this until you came undone. you pant as he gets up, shredding his pants and boxers off.

“mind helping me out, love?”

changbin

“God, you’re so perfect—my perfect, pretty baby.” Changbin flicks his thumb over your hardened nipples through the floral apron. A whimper almost escaped if he hadn’t captured it with his lips. Changbin slightly tugs away to drink in the beautiful sight of his darling; he loves seeing your flushed face, swollen lips, and fucked out eyes, spread out on the countertop bearing nothing but an apron.

all just for him.

“binnie, not here—“ he hoists you in his arms, carrying you as how one would carry their bride at a wedding. “Would the couch be more comfortable, baby?” He’ll do anything for your comfort, he wanted you to feel loved by him, he wanted to prove that he’ll serve as a perfect husband. He’ll do anything to marry you, if it meant coming home every night from a tiring practice only to see his beautiful wife cooking for him, wearing nothing but an apron. Changbin didn’t want to admit how hard you’d gotten him with just making out and the mere sight of you. He’s been so touched starved for you lately, having to stay at their dorms and tirelessly prepping for their comeback day and night. Fucking his fist every night to the thought of you riding his dick. But his hand just wasn’t the same as the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his thick cock. 

“c’mere,” his hands are on your hips, urging you to sit on his thigh. “let me make you feel good.” You gasp as your pussy flutters at his soft voice. his thick muscle feels so good on your clit that you can’t help but desperately and pathetically grind against him. “yeah… just like that, baby… use what’s yours.” he grunts breathlessly, groping your ass and holding you pressed against him. changbin loves the way your arousal drips down his bare thigh. “fuck… you’re so pretty, y/n. my pretty baby…” he pumps his cock at the sight of you, reaching his thumb to rub your folds up and down to collect the wetness gathering there before circling your clit. you made him forget all of the worries and stress fogging his mind with just your existence—and as you finally came, changbin lifts your hips up and lines the tip of his cock along your entrance.

“don’t worry, princess. i’ll make you feel so good that all you can remember is my name on your tongue.”

#reader insert #wattpad #stray kids #kpop scenarios #bang chan #changbin #drabbles #drabble #x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #skz imagines #skz changbin #skz smut #stray kids smut #smut #3racha spearb #skz 3racha #3racha cb97

[psychedelic-ink]

Your Pre-Outbreak Joel Fics lives rent free in my head 🥵

Would you ever write something about Joel maybe working you over like real gentle but til your an overstimulated mess with lots of praise and pet names? Asking for a friend 🥺

this....might've gotten out of hand but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

genre: smut, minors dni

word count: 1.6k

summary: If you had to make a list of things Joel Miller might buy you as a gift— nipple clamps, would not be a part of it. 

warnings: overstimulation, praise kink, pet names (sweetheart, darlin', sweet girl, honey), dirty talk, nipple play, nipple clamps, vaginal fingering, oral (receiving), newly found bdsm dynamics, dom/sub undertones, piv, creampie

A shudder of pleasure ripples through you as Joel's soft lips engulf your aroused nipple. His fingers expertly bring you to the brink, his moans of delight mingling with yours as they echo through the room. The sensation of his dark curls brushing against your chin tickles you. His thumb circles around your sensitive nub, intensifying the pleasure until you're overwhelmed. He gazes into your eyes with a smirk, his teeth lightly grazing your nipple as he brings you to unimaginable heights.

You have no idea how long it’s been since he pushed his fingers inside your sopping heat. Every stroke mind-numbing and torturous. He moves them slowly, curling and scissoring them when he’s knuckle deep. A soft whimper falls from your lips when his mouth trails down your breast, biting into the swell of it. 

“So wet for me,” he mutters. “So fuckin’ perfect. You take my fingers so well sweetheart.” 

He drags his nose up the column of your neck, lips touching your ear as he speaks. Your breath caught in your throat, your eyes flutter closed. 

“I want to try somethin’” he mutters, pulling his fingers out of you and dragging them up your torso. The wet trail chills with the air of the room. “I got you a gift.” 

“A gift?” you ask, your eyes fluttering open. “What gift?” 

Joel presses his lips into the corner of your jaw and moves away, his hand still on your body, he reaches into the drawer. He pulls out a small box. 

“Before I give it to you promise me you’ll say no if you don’t want to,” he says, averting his gaze. You smile at the way red blossoms over his cheeks. 

“Promise.” 

If you had to make a list of things Joel Miller might buy you as a gift— nipple clamps, would not be a part of it.

You blink rapidly, your brain not able to comprehend what you’re looking at. They’re quite simple in shape. Two clamps are connected by a chain; you also notice that the clamps have two small bells attached to them. Immediately your brain conjures up images of him fucking you while having them on, the jingles filling the room. 

Your blood simmers under your skin, arousal sticky and thick on your tighs. 

“Do you…like’em?” he mutters, his fingers finding the apex of your thigh. “We don’t have to use them. I just—you like it don’t you? When I play with your nipples? I thought you might enjoy’em.” 

“I do,” you answer, breathless. Lifting your eyes, you meet his gaze.  “Oh, I definitely do. I’ve never tried them before but I want to.” you cup his cheek, slick with sweat. “Thank you.” 

“To be fair it’s for my benefit too,” he grins, all that uncertainty gone. His voice confident. “I love how you clench around me when I pinch them.” 

Smiling, you shake your head and push the box into his hands. 

“Well then, put them on.” 

Looking away, you sit up and pull your arms back, your palms flat on the bed. You try not to think too hard about how exposed you are. You expect him to put them on right away, your nipples tingling with the imaginary sensation of the clamps. But instead, Joel rests his palm on top of your breast, holding it gently, feeling its weight. Your lips part with a heavy breath. He smooths his thumb over the peak and squeezes. 

The other one receives the same treatment, it feels like time has gone still, leaving only you and him to do whatever you pleased. 

Finally, you feel cool metal and a soft jingle circling your nipple. He doesn’t use it yet, he leans in and sucks the pebbled flesh into his mouth. Sucking it eagerly. You fist the sheets, your entire body shaking as his tongue flicks over your aching nipple. You shudder and he lets go with a pop. 

“Ready?” he asks, a smirk tugging at his wet lips. 

You nod and Joel squeezes the peg open. He closes it around your already sensitive nipple, you gasp as a jolt of pain shoots through your body. His hand is a soothing presence on your thigh, rubbing slow circles into your skin. He’s watching you. You feel his gaze raking hot and searing your skin. He repeats the motion and closes the clamp around the other one, you moan this time. 

“Feels good?” he rasps, his pupils blown wide. 

“Feels amazing.” 

Joel pushes you back down to the bed, he spreads your legs wide and settles between them. His breath is warm and heavy on your gaping sex. He presses kisses into the lips of your pussy, tongue delving between them. Your back arches, your toes curling at the feeling. A soft jingle echoes. You’ve already been worked open with his fingers with the promise of his cock, you need him like you need air. 

You moan and thread your fingers through his hair, wanting to pull him on top of you and give you his cock instead. He growls into your cunt, a harsh bite delivered into your inner thigh. You jerk away but his hands pin you still. His fingers trace the cool metal of the chain and tug on it—hard. 

“Fuck!” you gasp, the pull of your nipples making you see bright stars. “Joel, please—” 

“Behave darlin’,” he coos. “You’ve been doin’ so well for me. Let’s not get carried away now.” 

“But—But—!” 

He tugs on the chain again, albeit more gently this time. Slick trickles down your folds, your eyes rolling back. It feels so good. Without even thinking, you roll your hips in a desperate attempt to seek out his lips. Joel gives you what you want, tugging on the chain occasionally as he devours you. 

“My needy, sweet girl,” he mutters, his voice muffled. “You’re doin’ so good, honey. So patient for me. You can’t wait to take my cock, huh?” 

You nod eagerly, your orgasm a hot coil tightening in your stomach. Your nipples ache, a pleasure mixing with the pain. They feel swollen and hot whenever Joel tugs on the chain. Your mind blanks every time, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. 

“That’s it, sweetheart. Come in my mouth and you can have my cock. I’ll fuck you with them sweet bells jinglin’, I’ll hold onto you so tight that it’ll take a week to get rid of my fingers prints—Fuck—So sweet.” 

He fully buries himself into you. Inhaling your scent like a man unhinged. Your head falls back, the whisper of his name falling from your lips again and again. He tightens his hold on the chain and your thighs close around his face. His tongue laps at you with fast, firm, strokes. Your body is simply his to play with. You love being at his disposal, love when he takes care of every inch of your body. 

Your orgasm carries through you like a wave, cresting and crashing into every part of your body. Joel’s tongue continues to lap at your clit, pushing you higher and higher. His free hand moves up your body, cupping your breast and tugging on the chain. You cry out, pleasure and pain inextricably linked together. Your hips buck, desperate for more of his touch.

Suddenly, Joel’s tongue withdraws, leaving you panting and desperate. You feel him move away and your eyes flutter open. His eyes are heavy with desire as he kneels between your legs, his cock hard and ready. You reach out, wanting to touch him. He grabs your hands and pulls them over your head, using your wrists to anchor you to the bed.

“Stay still sweetheart,” he rumbles, his voice low and throaty. “I want to feel every inch of you.”

Joel moves forward, pressing the head of his cock against your entrance. You shiver and moan, feeling the jingle of the bells as he moves. He takes his time, pressing forward inch by inch until he is fully seated inside of you. You gasp, the warmth of him completely enveloping you. He doesn’t move, letting you adjust to the sensation of him being inside of you.

So deep. So thick.

Eventually, he starts to move, thrusting in and out of you in slow, steady strokes. The bells jingle with every move, the sound driving you wild. You moan and grind against him, matching each thrust with one of your own. He responds, increasing the intensity and force of his thrusts. Your breathing grows shallow, your second orgasm building with each thrust.

Joel leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. “Come for me, honey,” he whispers, his voice full of need. “Wanna feel you tight around my cock.” 

The words are all you need to push you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you like a wave. You scream out his name, your body spasming. Joel grunts and his thrusts become more erratic, his own orgasm taking over. He collapses against you, his cock jerking inside of you as fills you to the brim. 

You feel the warmth of it, a sensation that sends a thrill through your body. You feel his seed dripping down your thighs, making a mess of the sheets underneath. His arms wrap around you and he presses a soft kiss to your neck. His breathing is hot against your skin, his lips trailing gentle kisses against your throat.

The aftershocks of your orgasm still ripple through your body, each wave pushing you further into bliss. Your heart is pounding and your body is humming with satisfaction. Joel pulls out and rests his forehead against yours, his gaze full of love.

He pulls out and rolls to the side, taking you with him. The soft jingles follow. He wraps you in his arms, his lips pressing against your forehead. You smile and snuggle closer, feeling safe and content in his embrace. 

“Thank you,” you whisper. 

“For what?” he asks, his voice full of sleep. 

“For this,” you answer, gesturing between the two of you. “For the gift. For everything.” 

He smiles and pulls you closer. “Anytime, sweetheart.”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x y/n #young!joel miller x reader #pre outbreak!joel miller x reader #tlou fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction

[gravehags]

dance of the seven veils

Pairing: Aether x f!Reader (Ghoul Bicycle Reader)

Rating: EXPLICIT MDNI

Tags: ghoul rut, possessiveness, delirious fucking, ghoul knots, cirrus being a real one, aether beating that pussy up, biblical reference

Words: 1,972

Summary: The way you're moving your hips right now before him he'd do anything for you.

a/n: I WROTE AN ACTUAL FIC LMAO YAYYY i wasn't expecting to revisit the ghoul bicycle series in full fic form but what do you know. will probably do some of the other ghouls/ghoulettes rut/heat fics as well. because why not.

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You look delicious.

Cumulus has you at the center of the living room, barefoot on the rug while he, Cirrus, and Rain watch. Your shirt is off and the bralette you wear is practically see-through. There’s a flush on your cheeks as you grin at the ghoulette before you who places her hands on your hips.

“You have to isolate your hip movements. Don’t just shake your ass, become aware of your abdominal muscles and how they shift.”

“I’m trying, ‘Lus! This is my first time belly dancing, give me a break!”

Cumulus gives you a faux-stern stare before matter-of-factly grabbing the waistline of your sweatpants and yanking them down to expose your belly. You burst out laughing and Aether’s brain is flooded with images of you in a myriad of positions, dripping and aching for him and him alone. Frustrated, he rubs at the base of his horns as his pants grow tight and Cirrus looks over at him with some concern.

“You good, Aeth?” she murmurs out of the corner of her mouth, and he’s thankful for her discretion.

“Yeah,” he whispers back, hoarse, “it’s uh…that time of the month.”

Cirrus’ eyes dart back and forth between him and you gyrating with your hands above your head, head thrown back in delight. A regular Salome. A bead of sweat slides down Aether’s temple and she nods.

“It’s only gonna get worse if you don’t do something about it, hon.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I know.”

“She’s going to find out about it sooner or later. And out of all of us, you’re probably the best one to walk her through it.”

Aether scoffs and wipes his forehead.

“Don’t know about that, Cir. You have no idea the things I want to do to her right now.”

“Don’t I?” Cirrus smiles wanly, “I know what you’re like. And I also know she would go crazy for it.”

Aether grunts in response, eyes trained on the sway of your hips and the roll of your belly. Across the room, Rain says something that makes you double over laughing and he seethes with jealousy. When you straighten back up and make eye contact with him, smiling adoringly, he snaps. In an instant he’s up and striding the short distance to you and in one swift movement he bends down and slings you over his shoulder. You let out an undignified squawk as he storms from the room, the eyes of his packmates on his back.

Cirrus would explain.

He can hear you asking him questions but all he can focus on right now is getting you to your bed. When he finally reaches your room and opens the door it’s like a dam breaks within him. With a heavy thump he tosses you on the bed where you look up at him dazed and...was that arousal in your eyes?

“What the fuck was that about, Aether?”

You’re breathless, chest heaving. He must have one hell of a look on his face because you start scooting up the bed, creating some distance between the two of you. Before you can get too far though, he’s got you by both ankles and unceremoniously yanking your body back down towards him. You don’t squirm or fight to get away but instead peer at him with curiosity.

“Hey. Hey, Aeth. What’s going on?”

He squeezes his eyes shut hard enough that when he reopens them he sees stars.

“Has…has anyone else told you about ghoul ruts or heats?”

“Ruts? Heats? Like…like an animal?”

He’s definitely reading arousal in your tone now and his cock twitches in his too-tight pants.

“Yeah. Like an animal. Well my rut has started and if I’m entirely honest with you, all I want to do is stuff every hole you have with me and fuck you until it takes. You understand?”

Your jaw hangs open and your breath comes in uneven pants as you stare up at him before nodding.

“And…and all the others go through this?”

He nods as his hands slide up your calves and over your hips to reach the waistband of your pants.

“Do you want it?” The question is simple but he thinks if you say anything other than “yes” he’s going to lose his mind.

“Aether…unholy fuck yes, I want it. Come on honey, fuck me til I’m dripping.”

If his laughter in response is slightly crazed, you say nothing but grin back at him, lifting your hips so he can more easily undress you. You sit up and with a bit of finagling, manage to remove your bralette and fling it across the room. When he sees you fully nude, not for the first time but in a different light, his tail thrashes behind him and he drops to his knees.

“Thought–ah!” you gasp as he licks a stripe up the inside of your right thigh, “thought you were going to fuck me?”

“Oh, I am,” he smiles, lifting your thighs onto his shoulders, “but I need you nice and ready for me, angel. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Your little noise of intrigue is cut off when he spreads your cunt with his thumbs and delves his tongue inside you. Normally he would revel in this, take his time, but if he doesn’t find some relief soon he’s going to go mad. 

“Aeth!” you breathe as his nose nudges your clit, “Fuck, honey that’s it.”

Steadily his tongue fucks into you, pausing only for a moment to lap and suck at your clit. When your hand flies to the base of his horns he lets out a growl and his hips rut upwards. He pulls away with a lewd noise and replaces his tongue with two of his thick fingers.

“Look at you taking me so well already, beautiful,” Aether pants as he pistons and scissors his fingers inside your cunt, “Just wait til you see what I have in store for you.”

Your laugh is delirious as he viciously brings you to your peak, knees clenching on either side of his head and your hole spasming around his digits. 

“Fuck, Aeth, fuck,” you moan, hips bucking against his hand, “Need you. Need your cock, please.”

In an instant he pulls away and pulls his shirt off over his head. His pants follow and when your eyes land on the reddened, swollen head of his cock as it bobs heavy in front of him, you let out a needy whine. The sound makes his head spin and without a second thought he’s upon you, mouth seeking yours. You continue to make sweet little noises into his kiss, sucking the taste of yourself off his tongue, as his hips jerk against you. He wants to delight in sliding his tongue against your hardened nipples and peppering the tender flesh of your breasts in dark bruises but more than anything he needs to be inside you. With a growl he pulls himself away from you, your lips chasing his and he leans back on his haunches, hand sliding along his cock. When he takes the head and runs it through your slit he almost keels over, the feel of your hot slick enough to end him.

“Well go on, Aeth,” you grin coyly at him, head cocked, “Fuck me until it takes. Just like you said.”

There’s a snarl on his lips as he spreads you open and with one swift movement, slams inside of you. Your back arches into him and he sets a rough pace as he grabs your ankles and folds your legs up as far as your body allows him. The new angle makes you cry out, chanting his name as he fucks desperately into you. He’s always gone a little mad when he’s inside you but when it’s like this? When you so eagerly accept and want him when he’s at his most feral? It makes his head spin.

“So beautiful like this,” he grunts, hips slamming into yours, “so perfect and so beautiful and all mine.”

You must enjoy the possessive nature of his words from the way your cunt clenches around him and he grins down at you with all his teeth. Your lips attempt to form words but the way he fucks the breath from your lungs makes speech almost impossible. Almost.

“Aeth!” you hoarsely cry out, “Yours. I’m yours. Make me yours.”

Your words, the way your body yields to his touch, the way you’re gazing up at him with your pupils blown drives his hips forward. He knows he has to be bruising you, will take care of you later but for now his rut is too powerful to stop. He can feel it coming, feel it building at the base of his spine and sliding through his stomach. He tries to warn you but doesn’t quite know how, not with the way you continue to squeeze around him.

“L-love,” he stutters, “gonna k-knot you. Gonna–fuck–”

In an instant he feels the base of himself swell and watches your eyes go wide before they roll back in your head. His thrusts become tight and shallow watching you stretch to accommodate him.

“Aether! Fuck!” you finally manage to cry out, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

He wants to laugh and tell you he quite literally can’t but the way your walls clench and spasm around him when you cum drive him over the edge. With a roar he cums, rope after rope, inside you, filling you up as he presses your bent legs further up. His brain goes fuzzy after a while as he finally relents and allows you to relax, his body collapsing against yours. Your breath is shaky in his ear as you stroke his sweat-drenched back.

“Got you. I got you, honey,” you murmur, cupping his cheek. “You did so well.”

He must be coming back to Earth because that makes him snort.

“Shouldn’t I be telling you that?”

You smile.

“If you like,” you say before placing a sweet but quick kiss on his lips, “I think you might be crushing my chest cavity, though.”

“Sorry,” he groans, shifting your bodies so they could lie side by side, “The uh. Knot takes a little bit to go down.”

You make a little noise of interest as you run your fingers through his damp chest hair.

“Satan, we’re lucky to have you. How did we get so lucky?”

That makes you roll your eyes and scoff.

“You’re lucky to have me, right. As if I’m not the one with ten adoring lovers who care deeply about me and my well-being. You want to talk about luck? There’s never been anyone luckier on the planet, Aether. I would choose all of you over everything and everyone.”

His heart aches as you lean in and brush noses with him before pressing your forehead to his and holding it there. For a sweet moment the two of you are content to simply listen to one another’s breathing when Aether shifts his hips and his cock slides from you.

“Unholy fuck,” you breathe, pulling away from him and rolling back onto your back. When you spread your legs, a gush of his seed spills from you and drips on the bed sheets. The sight of your reddened cunt slick with his cum makes a growl bubble from deep in his chest and you look over to him.

“That’s fucking hot,” you murmur.

“My cum or the noise I just made?”

“Both, love, but let me recover for a moment, yeah? And then you can bring me ice packs for the next week.”

“Darling, let me have you again and I’ll bring you the head of John the Baptist.”

And he does have you again.

Three more times that evening.

No saintly head necessary, his Salome graciously deems.

#ghoul bicycle series #aether x f!reader #aether x female reader #aether ghoul #the band ghost #the band ghost fic #rachel writes

[bloodred-quills]

Her lipstick looks great smeared on you

Characters: Ayaka,Ningguang,Ei, Yanfei,Hu Tao,Kokomi

Reader: gender-neutral (they/them pronouns used briefly)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: there's a lot of implied things but nothing explicit, my notes were so long I had to move them at the end

~♤~

Ayaka

You meet by chance, she caught a small midday break and headed towards the komore teahouse. And would you look at that? The place was empty besides you and Taroumaru.

Seeing your warm smile as you greet her, she can't help herself when she rushes over and kisses you. A quick peck on your lips.

She's smeared a bit of her lipstick on you, and it's not even obvious as she likes to wear nude tones. Other people wouldn't notice it in all honesty, unless they were all up in your face.

"Ah, hold still dear," she pulls out a handkerchief from her pocket and traces your lips softly.

Usually, she's the shy one when it comes to affection, but this gesture made you feel like folding at the knees. This is your lover, this sweet, caring and gentle woman.

As she focuses on you, her self-control slowly dissipates, your lips are just so soft and plump, your visage puts her in a trance. And before she knows it, she's leaning in again, body pressing into yours, one hand resting on your shoulder the other hanging closely by your cheek.

She catches herself, but, she's come this close, and looking up you're a kiss away from making out with her as well.

"It seems I might need one more kiss, would that be alright love?" Her attention darts between your eyes and your mouth her heartbeat skyrocketing.

"Of course." You feel breathless as she closes in.

All is left forgotten, overrun by the way you hold one another. In this moment sweeter than honey, you are the epicenter of her affection.

Ningguang

As the gorgeous woman in power she is, Ningguang often receives gifts from all over the continent from business partners and other rich people hoping to seduce her with their money. (If only they knew she was married)

Among those, a recurring item were beauty products, how creative, though they were of the finest quality she had received more than needed.

One of those batches has recently been sent to her by a businessman she will be having a meeting with the next day.

To say such a move struck a nerve is downplaying it. Yet Ningguang's expression remained calm as her lover was analyzing the basket in their bedroom.

"Did something catch your eye, S/O?" She looked amused at the grimace on your face.

"Is he expecting you to wear this? Who does he think he is?"

You rummaged through, picking out a lipstick tube and opening it to reveal a crimson color matching your wife's eyes.

"This one's nice at least." You mumbled to yourself.

You felt a presence behind you, and soon two slender arms wrapped around your figure clawed fingers threading carefully. "Does it bother you, my treasure?"

"I don't like the way they treat you, that's for sure. But y'know you got your image and all, it's fine." You brushed it off, toying with the silver band with gold carvings on your finger. Your promise.

She gently turned you around "Something as my image is trivial compared to my spouse's wellbeing," she brushed a piece of hair out of your face.

You were left speechless, was she planning to— no, but she looked so earnest.

All questions were brushed away when she took the tube from your hands "I've been negligent, allow me to make up for it," She said in a particular tone as she pushed you down on the bed, now applying said lipstick.

The next day at the meeting you sat next to Ninnguang, she was wearing a deep blue dress, her wedding ring shining right in the eyes of the bastard across the table.

Cue the baffled look as you were introduced as her spouse. If he looked closer he would also see the red imprint of Ningguang's lips peeking out from the collar of your outfit.

She had the courtesy of leaving the lovebites lower.

Ei

Miko put her up to this.

Being isolated for 500-ish years makes you miss a thing or two and she wanted to make sure you knew you were loved.

So she went to her up-with-the-times kitsune. And Miko delivered, she did you a service, really.

So the next night you get yourself comfortable on the queen-sized bed you and your lover share, patiently waiting for her to join you.

And she does, after stopping by her vanity for reasons yet unknown to you.

She approaches the bed in long, purposeful strides. Crawling to and stopping when she is above you, her right hand supporting her from right beside your pretty little head.

Now you can see why she had a detour.

Caught up in her beauty your brain, like the rest of you, turns to mush. "Why the lipstick?" You whispered, staring at her violet-colored lips.

Leaning down Ei started what would become a nightly routine, giving a peck for every inch of your face.

"For kissing," she says between them, her pace slow and her presence barely felt against your skin.

"It's not necessary," You try to argue before her plush lips land on yours, promptly shutting you up.

"I've heard you might like it more this way."

Well, she certainly didn't hear wrong.

Yanfei

Coming back from settling a very serious civil case, having to go through the two parties' mind-numbing discourse, it is an understatement to say Yanfei was tired.

Entering your home she wanted nothing more than to shed her formal attire and attach herself to her lover for the rest of the night.

Speaking of, there you were, emerging from the kitchen. You made her favorite, remembering her dislike for the sort of case she's dealt with.

Hat forgotten at the entrance Yanfei made a beeline for your warm embrace.

"How did you do today, chatterbox?" The only response you received was akin to a groan.

Chuckling, you picked her face from your chest, "I'm proud of you, y'know? I know it's hard– the effort you put in to help these blokes is admiring." Slowly leaning in you sealed off your declaration with a kiss.

When you pulled away Yanfei was met with the smear of her lipstick left on you. Before you could go for seconds she pushed a hand on your shoulder prompting you to stop.

"Wait, let me take off my makeup first." Her face was as flustered as possible, it was an upgrade from her exhausted look from earlier.

"Making a mess never seemed to stop you before" a mischievous smile played at your lips and gave you a certain glint in your eyes as you leaned to her ear "or perhaps, you like this mess too much, Yan Yan?"

"You're so unfair," She whined as she hid her face back into your chest.

Safe to say your evening meal was cold by the time either of you remembered it.

Hu Tao

Her playful nature and creativity combined nicely when used in her makeup.

The dark tones of her clothing, the rings, and dark red shades of eyeliner added to her ghostly charm, as you lovingly put it.

She also applied a matching lipstick, but it didn't tend to stick for long after she found how flustered you'd get when she peppered your face in kisses.

Especially if you were unfortunate enough to glance into a mirror and see her "artwork". You'd turn crimson, poor you.

Hu Tao was in the parlor, impatiently bouncing her knee until you walked in.

She was, perhaps, a bit too eager to see you.

"My new lipstick came in, you know what that means!" She declared as she stood up, new shade already adorning her lips.

"Um, what?"

":)"

"Tao Tao, butterfly, what does it mean?"

Without a word she started approaching, a mischievous glint in her eye.

From a distance, the retired Lord of Geo heard screams of bloody murder, he sighed. Centuries of protecting Liyue amounted to this.

Kokomi

Her Excellency was usually too busy to give applying makeup much attention and time in her day.

That's how you, her lover and right hand, ended up doing it for her. Especially on days like this, when a festival was to begin in the next hour.

Someone sitting on the high priestess's lap working on her lips would shock the public, seeing it was you who did it however would prove the reaction to be underwhelming.

Nevertheless, Kokomi insisted on not letting anyone in her quarters until the time came to head to the festival. Of course, you were the exception.

"Aaaaand done! What do ya' think?" You held a mirror for her to appreciate your work in.

"It's wonderfully done S/O, I only ask if we could perhaps try another color."

You glanced at the clock before cheerfully presenting her with more options. "Take your pick."

New color picked now Kokomi reached for a cloth to wipe off the current one only to be stopped by your cold hand holding her wrist.

"How about we put it to good use since it's already on?" You said, subtly tapping a finger to your lips.

Now, Kokomi was a rational and composed woman. Just not in this situation where her lover, her weak spot, looked so inviting and was so softly taking her chin with their fingers.

A mischievous one you were, and it send her heart afloat.

Returning your ardour, she leaned in to meet your soft lips. A shiver went down her spine when your other hand tangled in her hair, gently weaving through it.

Her small hands tugged at your clothes, pulling you into herself as much as possible. Being intoxicated by each other, there was little that could make you pull apart willingly.

This meant that only something like the knock at her door could make you two startle away from one another. The knock was accompanied by a voice as well.

"Your excellency, the festival will start soon." Here was Gorou, unknowingly cutting your spur-of-the-moment relaxing session short.

"Thank you general. Join the others, I will come out in a minute."

Looking between your messy hair, clothes in the middle of being undone and the lipstick marks all over every inch of exposed skin her face flushed.

Especially after noticing how much more restraint you've proven as she was mostly as put together as she was half an hour ago.

Only thing she could do now was to stop Gorou from chastising you for arriving late to the festival.

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My notes: pov I'm clueless when it comes to make up. I've looked at this for months now and I can't read words anymore. Also:

* you and Ayaka made out in front of the dog, he knows your secrets

* you can't fuck your way out of apologizing properly forever Ningguang

* Zhong Li is tired of your shit Hu Tao

* Kokomi your desperate need for a vacation is showing, same for Yanfei

* Ei, I like you taking action, not so sure about it being advised by Miko

#genshin impact #gender neutral reader #genshin x reader #ayaka x reader #ningguang x reader #ei x reader #yanfei x reader #hu tao x reader #kokomi x reader #i wouldn't say some of these are 10/10 relationship goals but I'm not looking for perfection #I'm looking to have the characters behave accurately #well as acurately as i interpret them i guess

[captain-mj]

NikPriceGraves Smut sounds amazing :D!

First attempt at this so if it's bad, y'all were warned

Price was a little surprised the two of them managed to organize this. Between all of their busy schedules, it was hard for any of them to get to spend time with each other and somehow they managed this.

"So what are you two's plans? Movie? Dinner date?" Price smiled at them.

"Get undressed." Nik responded and Graves grinned at Price. The two of them looked a bit feral.

Price looked between the two of them before reaching up and slipping off his shirt, ignoring the buttons entirely. His soft white undershirt clung to his skin a little. He pulled that off too and then undid his belt. The hungry way both men looked at him did not go unnoticed.

Graves looked at his tattoos and chest while Nik kept his eyes on where Price was sliding his pants down.

He muttered something in Russian that Price couldn't translate. Probably did that on purpose, the cheeky bastard.

"Aren't you two going to get undressed? Or am I just going to sit here while you ogle me?"

Graves moved fast. Kissing along his neck and raking his nails down his front, making Price groan a little. Nik laughed and grabbed Price by his belt loops, leading the two of them into bed.

They descended on him like vultures, kissing every spare inch of skin and demanding more. His pants were shoved down and one of them, probably Nik based on how big the hands were, forced his thighs to spread.

Graves spoke to him, lips right into the shell of his ear. "We wanted to take care of you for once." Something slipped around his wrists. "This okay?"

"Yes." Price trusted them. Plus, he was so curious what they meant by take care of.

When Nik's tongue licked up his throat, he had a feeling he'd enjoy it.

So with Price's wrists tied, rendering him helpless, Graves kissed down his chest before his fingers tapped over his stomach before sliding further down. He felt them move between his legs, stroking him slowly and then gathering the precum that leaked off of him. It spread over his fingers before he pushed the tip of one his fingers inside.

"Tight." Graves commented.

"Been too long." Nik mumbled, currently sucking hickeys into his throat. "Usually he has somewhere to be where he can't be sore." The eye roll could be heard in his voice.

Price went to say something and Graves pushed his fingers in deeper, reveling in the stretch. He shut up quickly to moan instead.

Nik laughed. "Come on, Captain. You know we both love you." Sparks ran up Price's spine. "Relax for us. Just want to take care of you." His hand joined Graves's, but it started to stroke him.

"I'm not a young man, don't want me to finish too soon, yeah?" Price mumbled to him and Nik reluctantly pulled back.

"Can't have that."

Graves pressed a bundle of nerves and Price arched, panting softly. He kissed Price's chest, pressing against the hair there. Nik pulled Price into a kiss and Graves pulled his fingers out.

They rearranged him and he was now against Graves's chest with Nik at his back. Nik kissed his back while Graves pulled him closer, taking his chance to kiss him now. Kiss him until Price was breathless.

Price felt them move him like he was nothing. It wasn't often he was made to feel light. He still didn't feel small. Nik was his height and Graves was a few inches shorter, but the two of them moved him easily.

Price pushed into Graves, panting softly. "Nik stretched me out beforehand. I can see why you like his hands." Graves purred to him, giggling when Price's cock twitched inside him at the image and his voice.

Nik pushed into him and he groaned softly. They all waited a second, letting Graves and Price adjust while Nik gently ran his fingers through Price's hair.

"Pretty boy." Graves purred.

"Fuck off." Price mumbled, every spare amount of thought put into trying to ward off finishing. He started to move eventually, fucking into Graves. Nik mostly stayed still, but every movement moved them both.

They were all over him. Pressed against his back and chest and kissing him again. Both of them started to move now and Price just sat there, forced to take it.

It was intense. He felt both spoiled and overwhelmed, falling into them and letting them handle it. Nik hit the right spot because his vision almost whited out. He was surprised he didn't come right then and there.

Graves forced Price's face to his neck and he immediately bit down, loving the way he arched beneath him. Nik pushed them both down and fucked him harder while Graves almost lazily rolled his hips.

Price came so hard his back arched and wouldn't let up. He felt his toes curl and his body shook. It almost hurt, his body all tensed up. When he came down, they were both moving faster, almost frantic. Trying to both prolong his pleasure while also getting their own. Price reached behind himself and tangled his hands in Nik's hair.

Overstimulation started to set in, but he didn't want them to stop yet. Didn't want this to end. Tears started streaming down his face but he kissed Graves and jerked into him.

Graves came and he scratched at both of them. Nik finished over Price's back and he could hear in the grin in his voice. "красивый"

"I'm... going to have to return this favor. Team up with one of you guys." Price panted. Nik would always be down. Between the three of them, Graves had the most stamina and it would be so fun to torment him. They'd have to get creative with Nik, but he was sure he and Graves could handle the task.

Nik pulled out and Price groaned. He went to pull away from Graves and Graves quickly tugged him back.

"Little longer, Casanova." Graves kissed him all over his jaw. Price nodded and laid on top of him. Nik scratched at Price's scalp soothingly.

"In a minute, we'll get a bath drawn. Just catch your breath, золотце." Nik promised and laid his cheek on Price's back.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod #captain john price #phillip graves #cod nikolai #price x nikolai #nik x price #price x graves #nik x price x graves #nikpricegraves

[crimsonji]

currently thinking of ticklish kazuha...

JUST IMAGINE HOW HE'D BE IN DENIAL ABOUT BEING TICKLISH

he's so cute i love him

୨୧ Weak Spot

“ kaedehara kazuha seems to have a few weak spots… “

ft. kaedehara kazuha x gn!reader

cw: drabble, fluff, suggestive, sensitive AND ticklish poor kazuha lol, reader is a big tease, not proofread, wc 1k

>> 🍁 kazuha’s musings: TICKLISH KAZUHA IS SUCH A FUNNY CONCEPT BCUS. he’s normally so collected the thought of him bursting out laughing from being tickled is so silly I love him ugh

Never in your entire life that you’d guess that Kaedehara Kazuha of all people is ticklish. Surely the elements of nature have at least toughened his skin at least a bit? (in this case, literally)

Like, we’re talking about the same guy who was able to face off the Raiden Shogun and he’s able to be defeated by a few fleeting touches on his waist… If people knew this secret about him, he’d probably already be a dead man.

Obv I’m kidding, but this unexpected new fact you learned about Kazuha has been the perfect storm for your teasing antics…

One time, you had suggested to Kazuha about giving him a massage as you’d been slightly worried about the state of his muscles because of how much physical energy he exerts while travelling. He was all the happier to oblige, the two of you now sharing a calming moment in your shared bedroom as he laid on his stomach shirtless; your fingers caressing and massaging his skin gently with a lightly scented oil.

As your palms traveled from his shoulders down to his lower back; skin still touching his, you felt Kazuha just slightly stiffen under your hold. You stopped, eyebrows furrowed in small confusion.

Did you accidentally overstep a boundary? “Do you not want me to touch there?”, you quickly pulled your hands away from him as your voice dripped with genuine concern.

“I’m sorry, I’m not used to the sensation…” Kazuha turned his head to look at you with a reassuring yet sheepish smile on his face, your expression relaxing as you continued with your ministrations.

When he felt your fingers slide against the muscle of his back with added pressure, a sound of muffled laughter suddenly slipped past his lips. Slick hands stopped once more, silence filling the room as the cogs in your brain slowly worked until you had found your unbelievable discovery.

…Kazuha is ticklish.

Kazuha could practically feel the huge smile growing on your face right now, his own face reddening at the noise he just made. Before he could make any half-baked attempt at defending himself he was already wrapped around your finger, fingers teasingly dancing across his pale skin as your eyes glinted with an almost devilish look to them. It was difficult to stop himself from squirming, face breaking out into a giggly smile and breathless laughs escaping him.

"Hehe-- W-Wait, love..." he rolled over, back pressing flat on the bed as you hovered over him playfully.

"I didn't know you were ticklish, Kazuha."

"I-I'm not, I-- AHAHAHA!" melodic bursts of giggles filled the bedroom, your quick fingers merciless as nearly every spot you touch had Kazuha writhing and stomach clenching in your hold.

Seeing such a playful and energized version of Kazuha was, to say the least, utterly adorable. Admiring the way his closed eyes crinkled at the corners and the dusted blush that accented his cheeks; or how despite his incredible strength, he could only limply latch his hands onto your wrists as a poor attempt to stop you.

By the time you stopped the two of you were already well out of breath, Kazuha's bare chest heaving and breath fanning and mingling with yours-- white strands of hair in disarray and weaving along the bright red streak completing the adorable image you saw before you.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself..." you let yourself flop on top of Kazuha, returning a grunt of surprise from the sudden weight before chuckling-- his face pressed against the crook of your neck.

Your energy settled down yet your heart was still beating quickly and rhythmically against Kazuha's chest. You hummed happily when you felt Kazuha's arms embrace you further, a finger making a straight line down your back. gently.

"You're going to use this against me, aren't you." Kazuha sighed in fake disbelief.

You smiled, "Is that so wrong?" "I'd expect nothing less from you, my love."

Imagine you two are lightly teasing each other, Kazuha satisfied with himself whenever he reduces you to a flustered state from his words alone. It was hard to compete against his flowery words and sweet nothings he would always whisper into the shell of your ear, but that didn't mean you had some tricks up your sleeve as well.

When Kazuha's guard is down, you casually position yourself behind him, eyes travelling down to the exposed nape of his neck; the ponytail he wore not helping with what you are about to do. He visibly shivers when a hot puff of air hits the back of his neck suddenly, the feeling vibrating down his spine.

He looks thrown off when his head snaps back to look at you, his calm demeanour cracking when you're presented with a blushing, wide-eyed Kazuha. He almost hates how his heart flutters wildly in his chest when you give him that pretty and all-too-knowing look, both you and him silently aware of how you knew every little quirk of Kazuha.

Kazuha is quite a physical person-- even in public, never missing a beat to gently hold your hand or to share a quick kiss to the temple (or on the lips if he's feeling a bit frisky). He's not shy to admit that he adores feeling his skin against yours, as if your warmth swelled his soaring heart and bodies melting against each other in its embrace. The only problem with this is that, well, he's very prone to holding back an unexpected smile from the tickling sensation from your touches.

And this weakness of his certainly doesn't help his case once you memorized all the spots that made him the most squeamish. More specifically, his lower back, waist, and neck. His poor neck has already been through the wringer. Sometimes he can feel goosebumps just by recalling the number of times you've purposely let your fingers just faintly linger on his neck longer than usual or left gentle love bites on his collarbone. It's confusing, his body shivering in both lighthearted fun yet also a rush of excitement flowing past him.

If you were perhaps feeling a little mean that day, it wouldn't hurt to try and do this in front of others. The confused looks sent your way in reaction to the smile he's biting back and the slight shakiness in his core from holding back giggles are all the more fun. Kazuha's so politely aloof with acquaintances, too, so people catching him with an uncontrollably big smile on his face because of his lover makes him feel a bit embarrassed...

#[🍁] kazuha's haiku collection #[💌] letters of songbird #kazuha x reader #kazuha fluff #kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #genshin impact #genshin #genshin fanfic #kazuha fanfic

[luthientinu]

ScarletStrange- One Shot 7- Stephen Strange x Wanda Maximoff

Pairing- ScarletStrange: Stephen Strange x Wanda Maximoff

Based off this- Things get heated up

Minors, please do not interact as this is 18+ content.

A/N- This is the first time I am writing something this explicit...goodness...nervous is an understatement. My thanks goes out to you amazing people...you know who you are!

 "The kids are Wong's responsibility for tonight."

  Wanda heard Stephen enter the kitchen and approach her. She had just finished plating their dinner when she felt Stephen pull her towards him, her back moulding against him. 

  He began placing kisses on her neck and gently nipping on the sensitive skin there. His lips curved into a smile when he felt Wanda's breath hitch. 

  "It has been sometime…"

  "....since we had pasta for dinner…" Wanda replied coyly, turning around to face Stephen, her green eyes glittering with amusement.

  Stephen took a step forward, their chests touching. His eyes had turned darker and he had that arrogant smirk which Wanda desperately wanted to wipe off. 

  A moment or two passed and Stephen lunged in for a searing kiss. Wanda felt her breath leave her but she sank into the kiss earnestly. Stephen's hands grip her hair, angling her and kissing her deep. A groan escapes her as Stephen continues devouring her lips. She was left gasping thoroughly when Stephen began trailing kisses down her neck to her collarbone, his fingers fiddling with buttons on her shirt. 

  "Stephen…" Her breathless whisper made him smile. Without any warning, Stephen lifted her onto the kitchen counter and pressed more firmly into her eliciting a gasp from her. Out of pure instinct Wanda wrapped her legs around him. He didn't stop kissing and nipping at her neck which Wanda gladly allowed. Through the haze, Wanda remembers to take extra care to cover up tomorrow  but pays no heed to it.

  He began loosening her pyjama trousers when Wanda asked him

  "Stephen…" her breath hitched. "We are in the kitchen. Someone could...come." She stuttered when Stephen bit at her neck.

  "Let them…."

  "Stephen…"

   He bit back a groan and opened a portal to the bedroom. He pulls her up against him and she wraps her legs around him once more. Stephen steals a kiss and moves over to the bed, making sure he closes the portal.

  He lovingly lays a breathless Wanda on the bed. She looks divine in the dim moonlight shining through the curtains. She looks so beautiful and this robs his breath away. All the urgency melts away and he wants to take his own sweet time worshipping her for the incredible goddess she is. A devout worshipper of the Scarlet Witch. He still finds it unfathomable that this incredible woman is his wife and the mother of his children.

  "What's going on in that brilliant mind of yours?" 

  "Brilliant eh?" He leans down towards her, combing his fingers through the silky strands of her hair. "Just thoughts of you…." he whispers.

  "Kiss me Strange." She met him halfway and the kiss left him grappling at his already wavering self-control.

  "You are playing with fire sweetheart..." Stephen hissed.

  "Maybe I want to get burned…" She purred in his ear quite sensually.

  Stephen's self control snapped and captured Wanda's lips in another kiss that had her toes curling. They quickly discarded their clothes and he began kissing her down to her thighs. Wanda felt herself throb in anticipation. When she felt his lips on her, all coherent thoughts flew out of the window…

  She felt a silent scream leave her and her back arching. Stephen held her hips firmly as he began working magic on her. Her moans were increasing in intensity and soon she was a whimpering mess. 

  "Eyes on me darling." She heard him, the deep baritone voice doing wonders. The image she was presented with was so sinful that she had to bite back a loud moan.

  Stephen coaxed two climaxes out of her before crawling up to her with a smug smirk.

  "You did incredible my darling….It's not everyday you get to see the Scarlet Witch speechless"

  Wanda did exactly she wanted to do when they were in the kitchen. She tangled her hands in his hair and pulled him into a bruising kiss which had him groaning and the smirk wiped off. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her.

  When Stephen sank down into her, she almost went over the edge. Wanda brought her arms around Stephen's shoulders. She could feel him straining but he gave her a moment to adjust and buried his face in her neck. 

  "S-Stephen!"

  "I've got you sweetheart." He gave a deep thrust that had Wanda arching her back, incoherent moans leaving her mouth. Stephen began taking his own sweet time as he intended that had left Wanda completely speechless. Stephen made sure to drag it out making sure she was at the edge of the precipice, just not yet falling.

  Stephen could see and feel the tell tale signs of her climax. He looked down at Wanda, never failing to be amazed by her expressions. He drank in every single detail...the way her hair is fanned across the pillows, the way her green eyes reflect a darker shade of green, to her gasps and sighs. He feels her tethering on the edge…

  He leans down, kisses her neck and hoarsely whispers into her ear, biting on her earlobe. "Let go darling...let go for me" in his deep baritone voice.

  She shatters with a silent scream, triggering his own. He could feel her trembling beneath him. After a few moments when it subsided, he gently kissed her.

  "God, you're so beautiful."

  She just smiled at him, and Stephen felt his heart overflow with love.

A/N- So thoughts?

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[yrinvitingbreeder]

I want to breed you so badly. Imagine finally getting to see each other irl, after months of chatting and hanging out online. We both know we want children at that point so we make an agreement. We'll both not use any protection and you'll stop T for the visit. When you finally touch down you are nervous, the possibility of finally getting your wish making you drip as you move through security. Finally we meet. I see you come through the arrival gate and give you the warmest bear hug of your life. Before even getting another word in, we look at each other and kiss, our balled up emotions needing to be released so desperately we don't even care about the people around us. The long ride home is uneventful, the massive jet lag making you fall asleep against my body, my arm wrapped around your shoulder. The few moments you are awake for are spent on teasing. Running my hand up your thigh or guiding your own to my hard shaft. When we arrive at my apartment we are barely through the door before we kiss each other wildly, stripping clothes as we slowly make our way to my bed. We are both so worked up that no foreplay is needed. I ask you in a breathless voice if you want to start a family with me, my tip already resting at your entrance. You tell me that there's nothing you'd want more and I finally push inside you, inch after inch of my shaft spreading your velvet walls, your womb descending and your cervix kissing my tip as I bottom out. I stay inside you like this for a while, letting us both enjoy the knowledge of how connected we are, completely bare and without any protection, at the height of your fertility. I start slow and deliberate thrusts, each one driven with purpose as I try to get you as flustered as possible. Each time my tip kisses your cervix with agonizing slowness I tell you small glimpses into our future life. Our first time going shopping for the nursery, the first time we feel the baby kick as we cuddle together, seeing our childs face on the first ultrasound image, getting to finally hold them after you give birth and playing with them as they grow older. The slow lovemaking eventually has me twitching inside of you, rope after rope of cum shooting through your cervix into your waiting womb. You cum with me at that moment, your body doing it's best to draw everything as deep as it can. Your jetlag overtakes you once again after I bred you, falling asleep in my arms as we both think about baby names. Unbeknownst to both of us, a few of my swimmers have already found your egg. Slowly pushing into it and making sure all those little domestic fantasies from earlier would be coming true. A few days later, you finally see those two lines on the pregnancy test, knowing your biggest dream will come true.

I can't wait to feel you pull me into that bear hug, lifting my head and laughing as I press kisses against your face, so excited to finally have you in my arms after all this time. It's nervewracking, knowing what we're planning on doing, but there are butterflies in my stomach, excitement that only grows as we travel to your home, as I finally get to touch and kiss your bare body, as I get to look into your eyes and tell you how much I want to have a baby with you.

Every little fantasy you share about our future would have me sharing my own--thoughts of showing off my bump as soon as it starts to show, of getting to hold your hand and go on walks while I'm heavily pregnant with our baby, of putting on a short pair of swimming trunks and laughing about how they cling to my bump when we go to the beach. Just feeling you inside of me is blissful enough, but cumming with you is like heaven, hoping that we're lucky enough to start our little family together tonight, beyond happy in that moment that I even just get to sleep in your arms.

#asks #anonymous #thanks for the ask #fav asks

[nightcall99]

Dreams from 30.12.23

Dream 1: I was in a bedroom and some other person was next to me, I don't know who. For some reason I was hiding from CA who I knew was in the house and fast approaching. She was coming into the room now and my head was under the covers and I didn’t want to be seen. But it was time to go. It’s like we had to go do this now and get it over and done with and my attempts to hide were futile. It felt like it was time to go overseas and the trip was imminent. It’s time.

Now there are four of us in this bedroom. CA and I, and two other people. We're all on the bed. I don’t know who the other people are, it sort of felt like maybe one of them was LH but in any case it's like they weren't really there anyway. I feel like I'd been shaken awake against my will. I felt really self-conscious and there was a weird pressure on my eye like I’d been punched there or something. CA pulls open the covers that I am hiding beneath and there is this urgency in the air like she really needs to show me something. She shows me her forearm and there is a tattoo there. It is of Sailor Moon's crescent wand, called the 'Moon Stick'. Sailor Moon uses it as a weapon in the anime series. I come to realise that I have this same tattoo on the same spot on my arm. Her tattoo and mine are not identical however, there were some slight differences but it was of the same thing. I couldn't believe it. How did we have the same tattoo? It's like it appeared at the same time for both of us. Now I see she was forcing me awake for us both to see this because there’s no time left and we have to go now. There is a sense of desperation, like we both truly needed to see and be in awe of this. We are both marvelling at the discovery. The tattoo is in full colour and pretty damn cute. I keep thinking like we need to pack our bags and go and I’m seeing a map of France. There are radiating concentric circles around the point of France on the map. This dream has really high energy.

Dream 2: I click the chat link suddenly because curiosity got the better of me but I regret it as soon as it opens up. I don’t even have an account anymore but everyone seems to know it’s me even when I’m not saying anything and I'm just online and lurking. People are saying things to the effect of, Hey it’s her, hello, hi, you're back etc. and CA immediately opens a conversation with me and says a bunch of stuff. It’s like I need to be spoken with ASAP.

Dream 3: My brother went into my bedroom and fear strikes through me because I sense dark energy emanating from him. He is holding a knife and starts getting on top of my chest to suffocate me. But in that moment, I got jolted 'awake' (false awakening) and on the ceiling I see the image of a bright full moon, but the picture is undulating as if reflected on water. At the same time I feel a sudden flash of strong energy in my core, similar to an adrenaline rush but much stronger. It's like I got 'zapped' and it momentarily leaves me breathless and unable to move.

Dream 4: I went grocery shopping with my mother and we were in the food store browsing. We got some mangoes and they were perfect. There is an Asian lady at the cash register ringing up a white lady and I overhear her saying that these mangos are actually from her home garden. Then the white lady says she has been crossing this particular mango with another mango variety called 'Ripico' to create a hybrid fruit. She was getting really excited about the fruit that would result from this cross-breeding.

Dream 5: My mum and dad had been awake all night whispering sweet nothings and exchanging stories to each other. They were acting super lovey dove-y which is not like them at all. My mum came into my room and said they'd been saying 'I love you' to each other the whole night. She opened my curtains, looked as I lay in my bed half-asleep and said 'you don’t seem very happy'. It was the morning of New Year’s Eve. I don’t respond to her measure of my mental state.

Dream 6: Somehow I had blacked out and just regained consciousness, and I find myself standing in a group of people in a room who are all dressed up to go to a fancy party. The girls are in slinky cocktail dresses. I get this feeling like moments ago we were in our comfy lounging clothes and now we are dressed into these fine outfits without remembering how it happened. There was some dude there who said that a bunch of us had rashes on our feet and ankles, and he was wondering who did this to us, 'Name them, who did it, they must be punished'. The girl next to me is putting on her heeled shoes, fidgeting with the strap and I can see this red rash on her foot. He made a comment of self-serving concern that mine was the worst of the lot. But it was us. We manifested these 'rashes' to appear on our bodies. I couldn’t really be bothered explaining to this guy that there are no victims and perpetrators. I am everything.

[gravehags]

take me apart

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x f!Reader (Curator!Reader)

Rating: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: masturbation, guilt, indulging in fantasies, Copia's self loathing

Words: 1,553

Summary: If only she knew what he is doing. He might be surprised to learn she's doing the same.

a/n: listen i'm not ready for these two to fuck yet but that doesn't mean they can't fuck themselves am i right

~~~

Copia shuts the door to his quarters with a heavy sigh and half collapses against it.

She dreams of you.

Taking a deep breath he pushes himself off the wood and walks over to his bed as he unbuttons his cassock. Toeing his shoes off he neatly lines them up along the footboard. Unwrapping the fascia from his waist he folds it up and sets it on his dresser, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror as he does so. He removes the red biretta and sets it down, eyes lingering over the tired lines in his face. He looks old today. 

She dreams of you.

His bejeweled grucifix is placed next to his biretta with a soft clinking noise. Inelegantly, he slips the cassock off his shoulders and tosses it in a chair followed by his clerical shirt. Gloves are neatly removed one by one. Left only in his slacks and socks he wanders back over to the edge of his bed and sits.

She dreams of you.

Cazzo, will these thoughts ever leave him? Three days ago you told him of your dream and he’s been breathless with curiosity ever since. The way you had blushed so deeply when you spoke of it, as if you were confessing the most delicious sin, and fantasies have been ringing out in his head for nearly half a week. His mind strays to you, as it is wont to do, and he finds himself idly cupping the bulge in his pants. He wants to be disgusted with himself - is disgusted with himself - but the thought of the teasing curve of your lips makes his cock swell. Satanas, you are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. He thinks of the way your hair falls, the generous curve of your hip, the swell of your breasts peeking out from your buttoned shirts. With a groan he throws himself backwards onto the pillow, knowing full well where this is going. 

It certainly isn’t the first time it’s happened.

His eyes slip shut as he unbuckles his belt and slides it from the loops to fall on the ground beside him. With shaking hands he unbuttons his strained trousers and pulls the zipper down. He should be embarrassed by the way his cock head leaks against his underwear but the thought flies out the window when he exposes the heated flesh to the chill of his room. When he brings his hand up to cup his balls his hips flex upwards.

“Cara…” he whispers, dragging his fingertips up the length of his shaft. “La mia dolcezza, bella ragazza.”

When he finally wraps his hand around himself he nearly cries out. He imagines instead that it's your small, pretty hand stroking his cock and the thought makes precum leak profusely from him. Would you like the size of him? His thickness? A moan rips through him at the thought of you hovering above him, slowly lowering yourself onto his dick. His stroking speeds up, tightens, as he thinks of how your cunt would clench around him.

“La mia bellezza,” he moans, the sound of his own hoarse voice startling him. “Fuck!”

His hips buck violently, urging him to stroke faster. Idly he brings his other hand up to weave into his chest hair, brushing against his nipple. His hand is moving at a punishing pace, thumb brushing the sensitive head again and again. He thinks of your sweat-slicked body above him, breasts bouncing as you ride him. He wants to watch you fall apart - watch your thighs shake and head thrown back as you take your pleasure from him. The thought of you using him makes his fist rocket against himself. He’s close, so very close, when he imagines you arching your back and crying out his name. The image sends him over the edge, and he comes in thick spurts against his chest and over his hand. He doesn’t stop pumping his hips into his fist for several minutes afterwards, body twitching violently at the overstimulation. When he finally can’t take anymore he lets go of his softening cock and tiredly inspects the mess he’s made of himself. Were you to walk in on him now - disheveled, broken, covered in his own cum - would you like what you see? The thought alone nearly makes him hard again but all of a sudden a wave of shame washes over him.

Pervert, his brain supplies. Deviant.

Tears well in the corners of his eyes as he is overcome with grief. He shouldn’t be doing this - shouldn’t be thinking of you in this way - but time and time again it happens. Perhaps if you weren’t so kind and lovely and tempting he could restrain himself. But the way you look at him with such sweet eyes makes his heart sing every time. It seems foolish, he thinks, to feel this way at his age and in his position. He’s a Satanic cardinal for fuck’s sake, he should be revelling in the sins of the flesh, not torturing himself for it. With a heavy sigh he rises from the bed, now disgusted by the spend covering his chest and pants. Numbly he removes his remaining garments and observes his naked form in the mirror.

Dirty old man.

Padding over to the bathroom sink he wets a washcloth and removes what’s left of his paints, followed by cleaning up what he can of the mess on his stomach. Now that he’s truly stripped bare he looks at his reflection once more, eyes tracing over the crows feet and the deep, dark circles.

He hopes he can bring himself to look at you again without shame or guilt soon. How he adores your radiant energy and the way it illuminates both you and him from within.

For now he settles for a long, hot shower.

“Mi dispiace, mia cara,” he says quietly before stepping under the cleansing stream.

—-

Two floors down from the Cardinal you toss in bed, unable to sleep. Ever since your conversation with Copia a few days ago about that stupid (wonderful) dream you had, you’ve been distracted. The look of surprise on his face and his blush when you told him a few details made you tingle from head to toe.

If only he knew the whole truth of your dream.

Reaching up to rub your eyes, you sigh as the image of him in those sinfully tight pants and cape rises to the front of your mind. The way he was so desperate for you, so hungry, so needy. Idly you bring a hand up from under your shirt to caress your breast, as he did in your dream. Your breath stutters out as you feel the hardening of your nipple and a telltale warmth from between your legs.

Would he be just as eager in reality?

Pinching your nipple hard between your thumb and forefinger you let out a wanton moan, back arching off the mattress. Your sweet Cardinal, always so attentive. So devoted to his work. Your free hand slides over your hip and into your pajama shorts, rubbing at yourself through the fabric of your underwear.

Would he be gentle? Or would he be more demanding, more all-consuming? You’ve caught him looking at you with an intense gaze before - does he desire you in this way? As your thoughts spiral you slide your hand into your panties and moan when you brush your clit. Lazily, you work your fingers over the swollen bud, hips rotating slowly into your touch. How would he touch you? Reverently? Possessively? You’re filled with the need to feel his gloved fingers digging into the meat of your thighs, spreading you open for him. The thought of him settling between your legs, cheeks flushed and pupils blown has you letting out an eager moan as you slide your fingers to your entrance. Christ, you’re soaked already just from a few carnal thoughts. You dip your fingers in - first one, then two - and slowly begin pumping them in and out. Your palm digs against your clit as your hips buck upwards eagerly. He’s so handsome, you think. So kind, so sweet. But he is, in the end, a Satanic cardinal and fuck do you want him to ruin you. You want to be beneath him, shaking and sweating as he fucks you into the mattress. You want to slide your lips over his cock in his office, delighting in his gloved fist in your hair. The movements of your hand are speeding up as you moan loudly into the quiet of your room. He would be so good to you, you just know it. He would be–

“Fuck, Copia!” you whine, feeling your peak nearing. 

You’re babbling his name, along with other nonsense, as you bring yourself over the edge. Lights explode behind your closed eyelids, even after you throw your arm over them. Even as your orgasm wanes, you continue pumping into yourself until you cry out and can take no more. Slipping your fingers from your cunt you wipe them idly on your shirt and pant into the dark. Exhausted, you begin to drift off but before you close your eyes for a final time, you think of him.

“Mio Cardinale,” you murmur as sleep overtakes you.

#cardinal copia x reader #cardinal copia x female reader #cardinal copia x f!reader #cardinal copia #the band ghost #the band ghost fic #rachel writes

[asph6lt]

gentle giant.

simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem reader.

↳ warnings: none

↳ tags: fluff, domestic!simon (?), soft!simon, sharing a bed, just a short drabble bc i love him sm

↳ a/n: hi hello! this is my first-ish post on tumblr, i’m still trying to figure out how it works so don’t flame me pls :’) enjoy!

big palms are kneading into the flesh sitting atop your hips, fingers digging gently as you’re pulled to burrow further into the huge expanse that is simon’s chest. you stir from your sleep, even with the slightest of movement you sink deeper into the arms that cage you in. you’re not leaving this bed under his watch.

a cool breeze flutters through the open window, a stark contrast to the warmth of simon’s breath caressing the nape of your neck, the light pressure of his lips nuzzled in a lasting kiss against your skin. you don’t want to leave the bed, anyway.

a content hum rumbles deep from his throat as you reach behind you and knot your fingers in his hair, nails scratching his scalp and dragging down to the base of his ear. it’s like being held by a cat in the form of a 6’4, broad-shouldered hunk of a man with the way simon is borderline purring at your touch. his arms around your waist wring impossibly tighter, almost knocking the breath out of you at some point you have to pat his arm to loosen a little.

“i know you love me, si, but i can’t breathe,” your breathless chuckle is like the pleasant song of a hummingbird in his ear, and he all but obeys your command. he always does. tight arms relaxing into a lazy hold around you, but still pulled flush against his bare chest.

“don’t want you leavin’ me ‘ere in the cold, love,” he grunts hoarsely in return, deep voice muffled against your skin as he’s practically shoving his entire face into your neck. all that’s left for him was to slip under your skin and become one with you. “not when you’re so warm and cozy, i jus’ wanna live in you.”

you huff, an amused and endearing sound; it’s hard to think that the man most feared on the grounds filled with violence and blood, a looming shadow that seemed to follow his enemies and unsheathes his knife to rid them of their lives—is reduced to a gooey, mumbling mess of cuddles and affection the moment he’s with you. a man that holds command over soldiers gets on his knees with his heart on his sleeve as he clings onto your words like they are prayers.

he’s so in love with you, it hurts.

you shift under the covers and turn to face him, slotting yourself perfectly in the midst of his arms as if you are made to be there. as if he is made to hold you like this. you see flecks of blue peeking through his lids as he cracks them open to gaze at you—even through the sleepy haze, you could see the hearts in his eyes as he stares.

pressing a warm palm on his cheek—uncharacteristically rosy—he brings his lips to graze the tips of your fingers. “y’look lovely in the morning,” he utters lowly, as if it was a secret only made for the two of you. his eyes scan your face—the way you remain half-lidded as sleep still has you in its clutches, the way your eyelashes flutter with every blink, the way your lips part slightly with every breath—burning the image of you in his mind. he can never forget this, forget you.

you feel a warmth bubbling in your chest—with the way he’s staring at you, you feel like flames are licking at your insides. always so intense, always so full of love and admiration. a burning that rivals the sun, a depth that rivals the seas.

a smile pulls at the corners of your lips, only growing wider as you survey his face this time—the same drowsy expression mirroring yours, but ever so content and calm, the scars weaving through his cheek and lips, the way his eyes never leave you; you intend to imprint the sight in your mind as well. “you look lovely, too. my lovely simon.”

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[maturiiii]

467s. / the ace husband doing whatever his hot M husband wants

tw// nsfw, little alcohol mentioned - 467s.

os is actually the acest ace alive bc their first time rynn's already barely clothed but rynns like trembling bc it's overwhelming and stuff and os literally didnt know what ti do even if itd have been fine even if he decided to push it, rynns like a little overwhelmed but he still wanted to do it with os lol. the image of them just putting their clothes back on and tried to sleep in guilt will never leave my mind

ry: (did i make him hesitate …?) .sad

os: (EVERYONE SAID IT WOULD BE EASY THEN WHY WAS RYNN TREMBLING LIKE A LITTLE BIRD AHAUAGGSHGSJSGSH- im never doing that ever again .ace acceptant from a hater)

rynnd probably has to be like "i want you… os…" smth first before os can actually force himself to do it gagaha. os doesnt particularly like sex i mean he just like rynn being breathless trying to say his name in a shakey voice and like rynns so cute being fucuckedk and blushing all over naianjanakdnd he wants to continue doing it just to hear rynn hopelessly moaning tbh 😔 like physically? ❌ mentally & visually? ✅✅✅

its like when os says stuff like "youre doing so good… / how can you take all that in? youre amazing rynn … / youre so cute like this / i love your voice / your skin feels nice / good boy" he meant it the most literally it can be on bed but rynns just going HAM in his head about os just sweet talking him LOL its like rynn's vision on os is like he just want os to do him mindlessly and like be a daddy or smth while os just the most innocent closeted ace ever gagagag,,,,,,,, theyre so adorable and the day os' evil side take over and is actually like reciprocating rynn's biggest kink will be the day he dies lmao

evil os "here… be a good boy for daddy"

ry "daddy…" .is going to choke and die

after - norm os "i cant remember a thing… did i- did i do smth bad to you rynn?? im so sorry are you okay…?

ry: dont worry about it os… dont think about it at all, actually. (its honestly so great os isnt actually like that bc if he is ill be the most dirtiest thing alive… like everyday)

but imagine if like theres a recording of that somehow and os saw it and then rynn started sobbing and like "im sorry i felt like i was cheating on you even if its you its like that was supposed to be a devil or smth but like i love you nonetheless os i know youre not like that and its fine youre the gentlest little thing and always respect my boundaries but but- im sorry its my fault i was- i was so dirty ,,,,, you can hate me now if you want i know im disgusti-"

…

… "Rynn."

…?—

os pulled the smaller body together with him onto and bed and pinned rynn on the backrest perfectly without even that much force. rynn was taken by surprise but then to have his every thought cut short as os grab his head and began kissing him hungrily.

like a predator marking its territory, marking its mate, writing names on what's supposed to be his, taking whatever rynn has to offer for granted. this is not os he knows, that much rynn realizes. and despite how in all other situations he might be scared out of his boots right now-

… rynn's little dirty mind is racing, excited for what is the next to come out of os' mouth after this forceful kiss which is so, so unlike os he knows.

the lips pulled apart without the slightest bit of gentleness, rynn was left clinging onto os' shirt for his dear life and gasping for air like his entire lifeline has just been sucked out of his gut. the two eyes met, and the emerald ones were deeper than ever, reflecting the stained-red so harshly like he had barely seen before.

"… This time."

rynn forced a gulp down his throat.

"I might have to punish you, Rynn."

…

dear lord.

if thats the last thing every soldiers saw before dying to os' blades, rynn is extremely jealous of every'body' six feet under right now. those eyes, the insanely bigger grip pinning his wrists up so easily like he always hoped it would, the raspy voice spelling his name and command, os' beautiful eyes and his perfect brow squinting at rynn and rynn only, little rynn can burn forever in hell just to live out this moment in his fantasy.

but well, its literally happening now so thats even worse he supposed.

… "please… punish me os." please ruin me, take everything you want every touch every bites and marks you want to have on me. make me dance to your heart desires, make me a toy in your arms, because you 'owned' me. i will always be yours and i want you to know that, and fuck me like you do. because you are so kind… please know i am yours. ruin me, os… ruin me until i have nothing left to offer then nourish me back to health. then, i will be happy to see you smile for me again.

hahahahahahahahhahahHEEEEEEEEEEE JUST RYNN BEING THE SLUTTIEST LITTLE THING DEAR DEAR LORD i want to say that rynn hates being overstimulated but loves when os does it ;D its just like his alcoholic ass that hates the fact that beer burns him alive but still drink especially because it burns. and when its os actually claiming rynn and doing whatever he wants rynns just happy and even if os force it when rynn's body is already out, the aftertaste is HORRIBLE but just being able to hug os and slowly gain his ability to properly breathe back, its worth it.

probably very ignorant, but meh i dont rlly care sure its bc of his trauma to make rynn such a masochist but at least now hes happy about it and we know that the one "supposedly" hurting him is someone who would never lay a hand on rynn is just a pretty fucked up but win-win scenario lol

more: like when rynn ACTUALLY realize that most of the time os holds his strength back for him and os can absolutely manhandle him if he wants to + he uses his full force on prisoners n' invaders shit on regular basis rynn will fucking EXPLODE and probably tried to commit tax fraud just to be in jail or smth lol (reminder; rynn… is the one person who monitors taxes for Frostvein)

let's be completely honest here if rynn's fine with toy os will discover a whole new world and will probably make rynn ride it more than, the normal amount of times.

#mtr_467s #oswald #rynn

[thedevilbites]

I just started Burn Notice (2007) and HOLY COW-LOVING FUCK my peeps!!

I’m only on s1e2 but the ~chemistry~ between Michael and Fiona is KNOCKING MY SOCKS OFF! Begone, fellow fiends!!

My quick google search led me to some maybe-maybe-not spoiler images and I am deceased, folks! DECEASED, says I!!

#burn notice #fuck me sideways #chemistry is reallll #socks are AWAY #sockless feet folks #the image with the two of them in bed has me breathless #where is the oxygen?? #may the tumblr gods restore my sanity because it is annhilated