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linopls · 5 months

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kinktober day twenty-eight

daddy bangchan x gn!reader warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, daddy kink (obvi), unprotected sex, spanking (a bit) 0.7k words

it just slipped out, you didn’t even mean to say it. you’ve known that people call their partners that but it was never something you thought you’d enjoy calling chan.

“what did you just say?” chan stops mid-thrust.

“i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean to! it just came out! i’m-” apologizes pour from your mouth.

“say it again.” his voice drops an octave and his jaw clenches.

“what?”

his hands tighten around your waist and he leans down, pressing his back to your front. his lips gently press against your ear.

“say it again, please,” it comes out as a groan but you can hear the whining beg in his voice.

“daddy?” you whisper into the pillow, unsure of if chan can even hear you.

you can tell by the way he begins to move his hips again that he did. it’s slower and more gentle than the way he’s been pounding into you for the past couple minutes. his head rests on your shoulders and a loan deep groan comes from his throat.

“jesus fuck, y/n.”

“more, please,” you plead as you wiggling your hips back into his.

“beg,” he spits, standing back up off your back and pulling your hips closer to his.

“channie, please i-” you start but are quickly cut off by a harsh smack to your ass.

“what’s my name, baby?”

your face gets hot, you’re extremely grateful that it's buried so deep in the pillows that chan can’t see it. you know for a fact he’ll tease you about this afterwards, but at this point you’re so desperate to cum that the embarrassment is overtaken by lust.

“daddy, please. i need you to move.”

“my good, slut,” he coos before returning to his previous pace.

his hips slam harshly against your ass. his black fingernails dug so deep in your skin you wouldn’t be surprised if he drew blood. the whines and cries that pour from your mouth are completely incoherent.

“you’re so good for daddy, baby.”

you feel so weak beneath him, your legs are begging to give out and your drooling onto his pillows. hearing chan call himself daddy was definitely hotter than you saying it, and he must have realized you felt that way.

“oh, clenching on daddy’s cock, hm?” chan moans, moving one of his hands to your ass. “you like it more when i call myself daddy, don’t you?”

you nod into the pillow, your cries muffled by the fabric. he continues to fuck into you, the tip of his thick cock slamming against the deepest parts of you with every thrust. the pain of him stretching you out is gone and replaced with an overwhelming amount of pleasure. you’re beginning to slowly drift off to the warm and empty headspace where your only thought is chan but are abruptly pulled away by chan grabbing both of your arms and holding them behind your back.

one of his hands his still firm on your hip, but the other is tightly holding your wrists to your lower back. you feel dizzy at the way he has so much control over you and you can feel the familiar knot brewing in your stomach.

“daddy, g-gonna cum!” you whine, lifting your head with whatever strength you had left so your voice was muffled by the pillows.

“yeah? gonna cum for daddy? gonna make a mess for daddy?” chan groans. his voice sounding so deep and rough is what finally sends you over the edge.

“mhm! cumming, daddy!” you almost scream, not even worried if the other members are home.

“fuck,” he howls. “daddy’s gonna fill you up, baby.”

you feel his aching cock pulse deep in your hole before he paints your walls white. your eyes roll back in your head and you clench around his cock, milking it dry. you bite down on the pillow as chan continues to fuck you both through your orgasms.

“channie, channie, channie, too much.” you squirm your hips in desperation.

chan loosens his grip on your wrist and slowly pulls his softening cock out. his places a soft kiss on your reddening ass before helping you lie on your side. he lays down next to you, on his back, and you quickly curl up into his chest.

“you’re amazing, love,” he says, rubbing gently circles on your lower back. “daddy loves you.”

“shut up!” you cover your face with your arms. “never saying that word again. you never heard me say it!”

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buckyalpine · 8 months

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Hello and hope you are doing well!! I was wondering if you could do smut story where the reader get more than she bargained for when telling Bucky that his dark side could do a better job at certain things. Also your stories are amazing ❤️🖤

Bucky gives you what you ask

YESSS. Thank you bb, Im so sorry this took forever and I hope you see this, I loved this so much. And as always I got so lost in it. Good God. He is dirty, dirty here.

You loved the way Bucky loved you. He was so soft, gentle, took care of all your needs without leaving behind a single mark on your delicate skin. Bucky was nothing more than a soft sweet thing, slowly getting back into his boyish 40's charm, a gentleman at all times. If you didn't know about his past, you would've never guessed he'd have another side to him.

But you'd seen the shift in his demeanor whenever he'd train in the gym and even more so when he was out on the field. The way his eyes would narrow with laser like focus when hitting his targets, the way he wouldn't flinch when putting a bullet between their eyes. His face would be expressionless when his metal arm would wrap around their throat, slowly draining life out of them, parts of the Winter Soldier still running deep in his veins.

And how badly you craved to have that side of him take you apart.

"What is it sweets" Bucky watched you fidget with the buckles of his tac suit, helping him undress after he'd just returned after a mission. There was something about him in his all black straps, leather and weapons that made your knees weak. It didn't help that his beard had started to fill out, the ends of his hair starting to curl at the nape of his neck. "You okay?"

You adore how attentive he is even when he's exhausted after weeks away from home but you wished just for once, he'd choke you with his metal arm instead of just hugging you with it.

"I want-" You paused for a second before continuing, "I want more"

"More of what doll" Bucky's wide puppy eyes were filled with worry; he made sure to always pay attention to your needs and he'd do anything to make you happy. "Tell me, you know I'd do anything"

"Just- take more control, be more rough with me" You weren't sure how you wanted to explain yourself but your body knew exactly what it needed, growing hotter by the second the longer he stood there in his tac suit before you. He let out a soft chuckle when he realized what you meant, laying down his knifes off to the side on the dressed.

"I had you moaning my name before I left doll" Bucky playfully rolled his eyes while you huffed, your sexual frustration only growing more when he tossed off his Kevlar leaving him in his tight black tshirt.

"Well the Winter Solider would have me screaming" You shrug, not noticing the way Bucky froze, now staring at you without blinking. "I think that side of you would do a better job at certain things, Buck"

"You don't want to see that side of me sweets" Bucky tried to keep his voice neutral, ignoring the way his cock was already throbbing in his pants, straining painfully against the thick fabric.

"But what if I do?" you challenged back, taking a step back when he moved forward, slowly backing you against the wall of your shared bedroom.

"Doll..." He warned, squeezing his eyes shut trying to collect himself, his fingers twitching at his sides. "That's not a good idea"

"Why not, think the Winter Soldier wouldn't be able to make me feel as good?" You added a taunt to your voice, hoping to rile him up, his chest now nearly pressing against yours, caging you against the wall.

"Is that so" Bucky tested the water slowly, still wanting to give you an out if you needed one because he wasn't going to be able to hold back once he started. You nodded, heart hammering against your chest as he took in a deep breath, his jaw clenched.

"As you wish sweets" He whispered by your ear, the tip of his cool metal knife suddenly pressing against your throat. Your eyes grew wide at the fact that he'd slipped it into his hand so swiftly, you hadn't noticed. "If you want me to stop, say Brooklyn, understand?"

"Yes" You squeaked, while he dragged it till it rested under your chin, tilting your head up to look meet his darkened eyes. Without a word, he sliced down your blouse, ripping away at the material that caught in the middle. He didn't give you a chance to speak, his hands grabbing the edges of your bra, splitting it into two before tearing your leggings into pieces next.

You were complete naked within seconds, suddenly feeling exposed under his gaze, still fully dressed himself. Bucky had seen you naked countless times, in fact you'd change in front of him without a care in the world, always giggling at the cute blush he'd have on his cheeks.

But this wasn't the same.

Not even the slightest.

He tossed you over his shoulder and threw you on the bed letting you bounce off the mattress while he stood at the edge.

"Spread your legs"

It wasn't a request. It was a demand.

Bucky looked like he wanted to devour you. This was the same man that had his head between your legs more times than you could count but he was staring at you like he'd never seen you before. You shrunk back, squeezing your thighs together at the low growl he made, grasping your ankles and splitting them apart till you were completely exposed to him, your wet folds giving away how turned on you were. He fumbled with the button of his pants, unzipping them and pulling them down just enough to free his cock, his palm and fingers swiping up your pussy to gather you slick, slathering it over his erection.

"Such a pretty baby with such a pretty pussy"

You bit back a whine as he started to jerk his cock, circling the tip with his thumb, spreading his own arousal around. He took a step back to admire you, his eyes shamelessly raking up and down till he was satisfied with his fill. He moved to lay on top of you, his nose trailing along the column of your neck, inhaling your soft scent. There was something so feral about him, you stayed frozen in place while his hands found their way to your waist, squeezing the soft flesh.

"I'll show you exactly what you've been missing out on" He nipping your earlobe before crawling off you again to throw off the rest of his clothes. "God, I've wanted this for so long"

There was no prep, no foreplay, no soft kisses and sweet words. Bucky grabbed your hips, manhandling you till your face was pressed against the mattress, his swollen cockhead prodding at your fluttering pussy. He let out a dark chuckle, swiping his cock up and down through your folds, pressing his tip against your clit.

"Bucky, fuck me" You were desperate to feel him inside you, wiggling your hips as best as you could to get him to push it in you but you were instead met with a harsh slap to your ass, the cool metal making your skin sting.

"Impatient little slut" He shook his head, taking both your wrists and twisting them behind your back, He held them in one hand while the other snaked up tp grab your hair, tugging it tight from the roots. "Beg. Beg me to fuck you"

"P-Please Bucky, want it!"

"You want who to fuck you princess, say it, tell me exactly whose cock you want to ruin you"

"Yours soldat, please, want you, please fuck me solda-FUCKK" Bucky slammed his cock into you without warning, setting in a brutal pace that had you gasping for air. His balls smacked you with each thrust, the grip he had on your wrists and hair tightening for better leverage.

"I fuck needed this" His head was thrown back, his thighs meeting the back of yours as he fucked you harder than ever before, the squelching of your pussy making a sticky, dirty mess all over him. "You have no. Fucking. Idea. how fucking hard is it every time I fuck you"

His words were punctuated with harsh thrusts, growling at the way you'd already started to flutter around him as he hit your cervix. Your jaw was slack from surprise and pleasure, pathetic moans and whimpers replacing your words.

"Do you? Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to hold back kotenok? How hard is it for me to not fuck your brains out when I'm deep in such a tight pussy? How badly I want to rail you, YA tak dolgo khotel tebya trakhnut" [I wanted to fuck you so hard for so long]

You'd never hard Bucky speak Russian, not once but his filthy mouth didn't stop as he continued to rail you, foreign curses dripping from his mouth.

"You think I'm such a gentleman don't you, huh? You remember the first time we had sex princess? how I made love to you? How slow it was, how you moaned when I put my cock in you for the first time?"

"Y-yes" Your body was slack against the bed, only held up because Bucky was gripping onto you with a bruising hold.

"I made love to you that night, didn't I. But I like to fuck baby, especially you, I've wanted to fuck this pussy for so long, ruin it all just for me"

You were suddenly flipped over again, whining when you felt empty, only to be filled right back up again seconds later when Bucky laid on his back, pulling you to straddle on top of him. He planted his feet against the mattress, not giving you a chance to move, fucking up into you, the angle of his hips rubbing against that sensitive spot inside you.

"Oh-oh f-fuckk" tears streamed down your face as he tweaked your nipples between his fingers before wrapping his hand around your throat. He muffled your sobs, slipping his thumb between your lips, shoving it down your mouth till you drooled.

"You look so pretty when you cry kotenok, is it too much?" He taunted, squeezing your throat tighter, "Don't think I haven't noticed the way you stare at my arm princess, I always knew you were a needy little slut deep down You wanted this though, hm? Wanted my fat cock to ruin you till you wouldn't be able to walk?"

"I-oh god-fe-els good I-gonna cummm" You could barely formulate sentence, practically squealing when Bucky rolled over once again, this time tossing your legs over his shoulders, his hand snaking down to rub your swollen clit.

"Gonna cum, are you princess? Who do you belong to, say it, who fucks you this good?!"

"Y-You Bu-"

A harsh slap to your cheek made your pussy clench, Bucky's blue eyes dilated to rings, a feral expression his face as he smacked your face once more making you sob out of pleasure again.

"That's not whose fucking right now you is it?! Tell me, say it"

"YOU SOLDAT" You wailed as he continued to thrust into your puffy, overstimulated pussy, getting his teeth, grabbing onto the headboard as it slammed against the wall.

"That's right kotenok, you belong to him now" Bucky let his body weight fall onto you, bringing his knees up and pounding you deep against the bed, his own pace growing sloppy, balls pulling tighter towards his body. "Gonna give you all of his cum sweets, gonna fill this slutty desperate cunt with all of my cum, that's what you want isn't it? To be a little cum dump for the Winter Soldier?"

Bucky's mind went somewhere else, back to the first time he'd seen you, still as the Soldier, back when the team first discovered him. Back when his brain was fried but you had remined seared in his mind. Back when his mission was to finish you but some part deep down inside him wanted something else he didn't understand.

"God, where were you all those nights I had to touch myself alone, when I needed something warm and tight to cum in? huh? Bet you didn't know that huh princess? didn't know that the Soldier lusted after the pretty bunny that tried to take him down?"

Your eyes grew wide at his confession, pleasure desperate to snap within seconds.

"Did you know the winter soldier wanted to fuck you bunny? Did you know he'd jerk off when no one was watching? Had no idea what was going on Bunny, just remember my cock aching so bad, leaking so damn much. Nothing made it better until I touched myself. Didn't even know what I was doing, just fucked my fist while I thought about how pretty you looked in that tac suit, came all over my sheets like a little boy"

"I-fuck-Can-can I cum soldat?" You clung onto him, whimpering at the way you had to desperately hold back from gushing all over the sheets, his words too much, you couldn't take it any more.

"Go a head and cum princess, takoy khoroshiy kotonok" [such a good little kitten] He nipped up your neck, rubbing your clit faster, moaning with you as you started to cum around his cock. His movements didn't stop, fucking you through your high till your body jolted under him, the smell of sex heavy in the room.

"S-S'too much" You hiccupped while Bucky continued to fuck you like a man with no morals.

"Too much? It's too much for you kitten? Don't worry, gonna fill you up so good baby, where, where do you want to soldat to cum?!"

"Inside!" You cried out, locking your ankles around his waist, your slurred sob turned into a guttural moan when he pinched your clit between his fingers.

"Here it comes kotenok, got so much cum for you, it's gonna drip baby, get ready, here it comes, here it fuckin' comes- OH FUUCCKKK" Bucky roared against your neck before stilling, his cock throbbing and twitching, hot seeding feeling you up till it leaked. You were practically floating, too fucked out to realize He'd gently gotten off you and cradled you close.

"Are you okay pretty girl?" Bucky cooed, snapping back into the sweetheart that he was, the switch over leaving you reeling with your eyes still crossed. "My poor baby"

Bucky chuckled at your dazed expression, cuddling you up to his chest, caressing your sweat slicked skin.

"Come back to me princess" He pulled the covers up to warm you up in his arms, resting you carefully against the pillows. "My good girl, you did so good for me angel, m'so proud of you, so good"

You whimpered in response, curling up against him, your body still jolting and pulsing.

"Was it too much angel?" His brows furrowed with concern, cupping your cheek to look at him. He kissed away the now dry tear tracks that stained your face, his thumb swiping over your hot skin.

"Never" You rasped out, your voice raw from screaming, "Was perfect Soldat"

"You're perfect angel" Bucky grinned, stroking your spine while you continued to snuggle into him, his cock already twitching at the thought of another round. "My perfect little kotenok"

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fleur-bbyy · 9 months

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SINFUL SUMMER

it’s the first day of vacation and lucifer already can’t keep his eyes and hands off of you.

𓇼 lucifer x fem reader

𓇼 warnings: unprotected p in v sex, semi-public(?), creampie, reader wears a bikini, reader wears sunscreen for anti-aging purposes (pls wear your sunscreen!!!), sub reader, lil oral fixation if you squint real hard

𓇼 a/n: 1.6k words of my own fantasy. I was gonna post all the summer stuff together but i’m scared I won’t finish it all in time and was too excited for this one lol. also if it wasn’t clear, it’s one of those cabanas that’s covered on all sides and has curtains at the front, they’re in the jockey position lol, and it’s one of those lounge chairs where the back adjusts. (plz forgive me for not being that descriptive i was excited)

As the sun beams off his clothed back and his feet begin to burn from standing in the hot sand, Lucifer comes to a realization.

You are quite literally his worst nightmare.

Pretty in the face and so, so naive to any of his lustful advances. An innocent request for him to help you apply sunscreen to your back should be just that, innocent. It shouldn’t be so daunting or feel so inappropriate for a man as respected as he was. Scanning over your barely-clothed back as you rub the contents of the tube on your arms. His ruby eyes linger far too long on the dangerously thin fabric on your lower half. He wanted to tell you that your bikini left far too little to the imagination, but he shouldn’t have been imagining that anyway.

“You’re laying inside a covered cabana, you don’t need it.”

"Do you expect me to spend the whole day in here?" You turned to look at him, smiling as your hands began to run the spf over your collarbones. "Besides, the sun still reaches me. I don’t want my skin to be saggy and feel like leather when I’m older." Lucifer crosses his arms and mentally eye rolls: You’ve been hanging around Asmo too much.

"Fine. Finish up everything else and then tell me what you need." You smile once more in victory and continue to cover your front with the lotion. Lucifer stands in the doorway, arms still crossed, a seemingly calm expression resting on his face. His eyes stayed transfixed on your body for the majority of the time, glancing over his shoulder once to see his brothers doing their own thing in the sea and snapping right back over to you as you bent over slightly to reach your legs. Your bikini bottoms riding up even further than before and exposing more of your skin. His eyes widening a bit more when he noticed the outline of your cunt peeking through the fabric, causing the air to feel a bit hotter and his swim trunks to tighten a little more around the crotch.

"Okay, need you now." you said, beginning to lie down on the chair and handing him the tube of sunscreen in the process, his fingers accidentally brushing yours as he grabbed it and he swears you let them linger on purpose. He stood over to the side of you and began to gather the lotion in his hand before you stopped him.

“Don’t be awkward. Sit over my legs.”

Lucifer paused after hearing you voice your request like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He lightly sighed and reluctantly moved to straddle your legs, his half chub barely a few centimeters away from your plump ass. Lucifer contemplated whether you knew what you were doing or not. You had to feel it; there’s no way you didn’t feel it prodding against your thigh as he began to smooth the lotion down your back. holding back a groan when you arched into his touch.

“How exactly does sitting like this help?”

“You’ll reach better. Besides, wouldn’t want you to throw your back out, old man.” You lightly laughed at your own joke and Lucifer rolled his eyes, hands moving to the center of your back. “You’re good at this, should be a masseur.”

He wasn’t able to respond, having to bite the inside of his cheek as you arched even more into him. Your ass dangerously close to his hardening cock. He paused to grab more sunscreen and was about to continue before you stopped him again.

“You missed a spot near my shoulders.”

He slowly leaned forward, relishing in the feeling of his clothed cock finally making contact with your ass but trying to avoid it at the same time. Using his legs to lightly hold himself above you and starting to cover the spot that he missed when he heard a soft moan escape from your lips and your hips push into him even more.

There’s no way you didn’t know what you were doing. There was absolutely no way you didn’t feel his hardened length pressed into you. His hands slowly dragged down your back, stopping at your waist and giving an experimental small roll of his hips into yours, feeling a glorious sensation when you moaned a bit louder. He continued to roll his hips against you, biting back small grunts and groans when you started to meet his thrusts with the roll of your own hips. One of Lucifer’s hands slowly traveling from your waist to the edge of your bikini bottoms, pulling them to the side and shivering at the sight of the strings of your arousal sticking to them. He slowed his hips to get a good look at your soaking cunt and ran his index finger up and down your slit.

“Do you want this?” He asked, fingers running over your sopping entrance and examining the way they shined with your essence. You frantically nodded your head, not trusting yourself to speak without getting too loud. “I need to hear you say it.”

You bit your bottom lip, trying to steady yourself before whispering out a quick "yes." You felt him shuffle behind you and shortly after felt his tip prodding at your entrance. rubbing himself up and down your slit to gather your wetness before he slowly began to sink in. inch by inch with shallow thrusts.

“Ohh fuck.. that’s it. You feel too good.” Your toes curled and pussy gushed at his words. Allowing him to sink even further into you

He was big. Barely half way inside, and you already felt so full of him. grasping at whatever you could and beginning to roll your hips into him once more, eliciting a sharp hiss from the man.

“Need you to open up for me.” His breath was hot on your neck as he leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“Can’t. You’re too big.”

“None of that. You can be good for me.” One of his hands positioned your hips up even more, giving him access to your neglected clit. “She can be good for me too.”

You moan when he begins circling your clit. Feeling your arousal drip down and lubricate his working finger. His thrusts starting to speed up and his free hand tracing up your spine to pull the string holding your bikini top together, giving him full access to your back. Everything coupled together gave your cunt to final push to open up completely. Moaning even louder when he finally pushes all the way in. Your whines and moans crescendoing to the point that Lucifer has to clamp a hand down over your mouth and pray that one of his brother’s didn’t hear anything.

“Naughty thing,” he began, sticking one of his slender fingers into your mouth and grinning when you immediately start to suck, “this is what you wanted the entire time, didn’t you? Wanted to rile me up and fuck you where anybody could walk in and see?”

Beads of sweat begin to gather on both of your faces from the summer’s heat and the intensity of the current activity. Some rolling down Lucifer’s face and landing in small droplets on your back that he lovingly wiped away after removing his fingers from your mouth.

“Are you going to be good and quiet for me?” You didn’t answer. Not trusting yourself to speak and worried you’d let out another loud whine instead.

“That just won’t do,” his thrusts slowed and he pulled his hand back from your aching clit, “answer me.”

“Yes. Yes I’ll be good. I promise.” You said through gritted teeth. Even with his agonizingly slow thrusts, the steady drag of his cock on your walls practically made you shiver. Feeling him hit every ridge as he pulled out and pushed back in.

“Then cum for me. Want to feel you.”

Before you could even try to start fucking yourself on him, he picked up the pace again. Going even faster and harder than before and causing your body to bounce up and down on the lounge chair. The grip on your left side becoming ironclad and his hand once again sneaking to rub expert circles on your clit. His heavy balls knocking his fingers every time he plunged into your heat.

Your orgasm comes soon after with a strangled moan. Burying your face in your hands to try and muffle yourself but to no avail. Lucifer also begins to gradually lose himself as he works you through your pleasure. The clenching and spasming of your cunt around him causes the fingers on your clit to fumble in rhythm and move sloppily. His grunts and groans gradually getting louder and his thrusts speeding up just a tad more before you finally feel that familiar warmth as he spills inside of you. Panting and biting his bottom lip to quiet himself.

The air in the cabana was still thick with sex as the two of you recovered. Finally looking over and noticing that the chair had moved at least a foot away from its original position and your tube of sunscreen had been leaking out onto the sand the entire time. Lucifer carefully pulled out of you and admired how his cum dripped from your pussy. Using two of his fingers to push any that had trickled out back into your spent hole before fixing your bottoms and tying your bikini top back to it’s original position. Finally adjusting himself and getting off of you after making sure you were alright.

“Are you going to stay here?” He asked, his voice quickly returning to its stern nature as he crossed his arms over his chest once again.

“Think so.” You turned your head to look over at him and propped yourself up on your arms, watching as he began to leave to check on the others. “Thank you, by the way.” He stopped in the entryway, glancing over at you with a grin and half-lidded eyes.

“The pleasure’s all mine.”

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iamasaddie · 8 months

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one more night in Dorne

paring: Oberyn Martell x fem!afab!Reader rating: explicit word count: 1,6k summary: when the Prince came back from his trip overseas, he went straight to the thing he desired most warnings: explicit sexual content; extreme overstimulation; oral F receiving; begging (to stop but you don't really want that); NO USE OF Y/N

Arabian Nights

Like Arabian Days

More often than not

Are hotter than hot

In a lot of good ways

Your body was splayed upon a massive bed covered in the softest silks, and the most magnificent blankets. The thin, almost transparent fabric of the canopy moved with the occasional breath of wind. Heat overwhelmed your body, sun found a way to seep under your skin and travel down your veins even when you were in the shelter of one of the most lavish rooms of the palace. Tired muscles of your quivering thighs were covered in sweat, while your eyelids could barely contain the salty rivers of tears that desired to escape your eyes.

You were in the gentle, but firm clutches of your Prince, Oberyn Martell. The Red Viper. The Insatiable Lover. The Best Cock in All of The Seven Seas. Your royal lover found you first thing when he returned from one of his trips his brother sent him to. You were just finishing cleaning up the kitchens, sweat and grime unpleasantly sticking to you as a middle layer between your skin and the billowy tunic you wore on the particularly hot days. You jumped and were ready to scream when strong hands circled your waist, one strategically going to shut your mouth so you couldn't make a noise, and a low, honey-thick sound of his voice filled your ears. "I think these kitchens look as clean as my dear brother's ass on a wash day. You're done here, my little one."

You didn't reply, and didn't try to fight him when he practically dragged you to his chambers through all the tiny corridors that intertwined like ivy vines. From what you could say, that was 4 hours ago. Sometimes your Prince liked to fool around, play the game of cat and mouse, teasing you to the point where you'd cry out of frustration praying to all the Gods, old and new, so he would just take you already. Today was not that day. As soon as he locked the massive wooden doors - something he didn't do all that often - Oberyn launched himself at you, claiming your mouth and then laying you on the bed. It wasn’t the first time you found yourself between the silken sheets of the man that unknowingly stole your heart but every time it was a thrill. You never knew what would happen, but you were ready to let him do anything his heart, mind, and cock desired. The only thing you were afraid of was that your body was too weak to handle all the strength of his undying passion.

By now you felt as if you were being flayed alive, your body shivered violently, exhausted from pleasure he insisted to give you with his mouth. He loved doing that, usually bringing you to at least one peak before claiming your cunt with his cock (you still gasped every time he slid inside you like you did that first time, when he took everything you begged him to take). Today was different, though. You came four times already, but still he wasn’t moving away. He was growling into your cunt like an animal, the hot swipes of his tongue persistent and insatiable. You’d lost count of the times you tried to pull on his short hair. In your attempts to get him to stop the unstoppable caresses of his tongue, you begged him to just fuck you, moaning how empty you felt without his gorgeous cock, but he didn’t even bother to answer you. Oberyn continued relentlessly abusing your raw flesh, letting his fingers slide inside you from time to time when you were thrashing in ecstasy.

“My Prince, I beg of you. I am going to die. I can’t take it anymore.” You prayed he’d stop, even though the tiniest part of you hoped he’d ignore you once again, and continue using your willing body for his pleasure. “Don’t you want to fuck me? Don’t you want to slide your cock in me? Or am I not worthy of your cock anymore?”

He unlatched his lips from your swollen cunt, showing you his pristine mustache covered in your cum and arousal, and smiled the most innocent of smiles. “Oh, my dear little serpent, don’t be so foolish. You know I want that." Giving you some reprieve from his mouth he still didn't let you relax, tracing his index finger up and down your swollen, drenched lips. "There’s nothing more divine in this world or any other than the feeling of my cock piercing your wet cunt, like the sun piercing the sky. But I have been thirsty for so long that I can’t refuse myself a generous fill of your nectar.”

Your lips trembled, eyes spilling tears shamelessly. He was stubborn, your Prince. You joked once that one day it would get him killed. Maybe it'd kill you first, though.

“My Prince, I can’t take it anymore," you shook your head, calling to his senses. "I don’t think there’s any more liquid left in me.”

Oberyn tsk'd and brought his lips to your skin, and you jolted a little, almost afraid of his touch. He chuckled lovingly, murmuring in your thigh.

“But if there wasn’t, you wouldn’t be wetting these beautiful silks.”

Your whine was pained and pleasured at the same time when he swiped his fingers through your slit, gathering the embarrassing amount of your slick and showing you his glistening fingers as to prove his point. You closed your eyes, unable to continue looking at the still prominent hunger in his eyes as he licked his fingers clean.

“Give me one more," he whispered, but it didn't sound like a plea, more like an order he loved giving out. "And then I’ll bring you as many glasses of your favorite Dornish wine as you can drink.”

You snapped your eyes open incredulously. As if you'd sell your cunt for a glass of wine, even the best wine in the world. “You'd only bring me wine because you want to torture my cunt with your devilish tongue again. And you need me full of liquids for that.”

He laughed and you couldn't stop from letting out the same joyful sounds yourself. You loved that man, and even though he didn't know that, it didn't take away from your feelings. His smile nurtured you, the way his eyes roamed your body made you feel like the prettiest creature among the gods and mortals. And when he laughed, you felt ready to sacrifice not only part of your body but your whole being to hear that again.

“You knew how selfish I was when you laid your generous body on the Prince’s bed, little snake. Do not become greedy on me now.” He bit the place on your thigh that he was just kissing, leaving the perfect mark of his teeth that you knew you'd treasure and caress when left alone for the dozenth time. “Will you spread your legs or should we find use of those beautiful ropes?”

You smiled at him, your face a bit tired but accepting and grateful for your fate. With barely working fingers you reached out and traced his big aquiline nose, that made his profile more royal than his heritage did. You stopped on his lips and he kissed your fingertips as you just stared in the depth of his eyes. “You know I will do anything for you, my Prince.”

“I know, serpent.” He licked and kissed the bite mark he left on your skin, slowly returning to the place that was burning both from being used and the desire to be used again.

He must have found some empathy inside himself, because this time he wasn't as violent in his movements. His tongue was flat as he swiped it from your entrance and to the top of your mound, either preparing you, or trying to get all of your tastes trapped inside his mouth. The broad licks were exchanged for a more passionate lapping at your entrance, as he curled his arms beneath your legs, pressing you closer into his face. With every thrust of his slick muscle inside your entrance you felt the now familiar burn of desire. With each orgasm he gave you it was easier and easier to bring you to another peak.

This time, as soon as the tip of his nose bumped your twitching bud of pleasure, your back arched as a sea wave during the strongest of storms. Your moan was hoarse and loud, throat parched and almost as abused as your cunt.

You knew he'd say something about you sounding prettier than the most talented musician in all the lands, if only he wasn't so consumed by licking, smelling, and drinking you up.

Blackness creeped at you from the corners of your eyes, and you squeezed them shut, adding bright colors to the mix. Oberyn's tongue started speeding up returning to your clit and circling the bud with tight movements. He growled in your cunt as he felt your thighs squeezing around his head, deafening him in the most erotic of acts. The vibrations he sent through your sensitive skin and straight to your core were the final straw of not only your sanity, but your conciseness. Your scream was violent, and your back arched so hard that on the periphery of your mind you thought you'd broken your bones. You felt thoughts and senses leaving your body with every drop of liquid squirting out of your core and into your Prince's greedy mouth. You smiled, thanking Gods and your lover for releasing you from the torturous feeling of being awake as your mind drifted into euphoric blackness.

“Oh, well,” Oberyn's eyes were darker than a starless night, puffy red lips curved in a satisfied smirk. Licking his own swollen and sensitive flesh he caressed your sweaty thighs with a gentle touch, not taking his eyes off your rising and falling chest. “Someone leaving the feast is not a reason to stop it.” The prince whispered to himself, before disappearing between your thighs once again.

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divine-misfortune · 2 months

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Swiss going up behind Rain, shoving his hands under his shirt and groping his cute tits and pinching his nipples.

Little warning for some gillplay at the end btw

Perky was the first word that came to mind when Rain found his way into the kitchen. The first place his brain went upon laying eyes on him.

Still endearingly disheveled from rolling out of bed, wild curls and all. Swiss tipped his head as he caught a glimpse of the sunflower pattern on the boxers sitting far too low on his hips even with the elastic band folded over itself twice. It seemed it was Mountain's bed he'd stumbled out of. Judging from the plum colored splotches on his collar to the vivid imprint of teeth, Swiss could only assume he'd had a very long and exhausting night with the big guy. Summer brought about a lot of those, earth ghoul heats were really no joke during the hotter months.

But what truly caught his attention was the tight, and not to mention thin tank top stretched over the little swell of Rain's chest. It had made Swiss set down his morning crossword, abandoning it the second something more interesting crossed his path. Those sweet little buds peeking against the fabric seemed to demand his attention, and Swiss wished he could call himself a better man but he was helpless to absolutely oggle over his tits. If anyone asked he'd blame it on Rain's natural draw, his undeniable siren nature, and definitely not his own weakness to every inch of the water ghoul.

He tapped the tip of his pencil against paper and sat back in his chair, licking over the back of his teeth as he watched a bleary eyed Rain move around the kitchen without ever moving the hair from his face. For a ghoul who couldn’t help but trip over himself at every opportunity, he somehow managed to move with an odd amount of grace in the most unremarkable of situations. Swiss was almost impressed.

Chair scraping against the tile Swiss got to his feet, using the excuse of returning an empty mug to the sink to simply exist in Rain's proximity.

He watched from the doorway as Rain leaned against the countertop, seemingly staring through the toaster as he leaned on his elbows with his tail waving lazily behind him. Swiss bit his lip as he ran his eyes over the back of him, the curve of his spine down to the swell of his ass - somehow still impressively plush despite the oversized boxers. He didn't make it as far as the sink, mug abandoned on an empty section of the counter in order to submit to the magnetic pull he felt towards him. It satiated a part of him to slip his arms around his waist.

Rain chirped curiously, startled slightly from his sleepy trance, but settled into him the second he registered the multi ghoul. Swiss kissed the bare skin of his shoulder with a tuneless hum, nose brushing against a particularly dark bruise.

He wondered just how long Mountain had spent with his mouth mapping out the well defined planes of Rain's body. He wondered if he'd gotten to taste every inch of him - Mountain was always overzealous with his teeth when he was in a rut, that much was obvious from the few dozen bite marks Swiss could see, he knew there were more hidden beneath the fabric. He wondered if Mountain had bitten for pain or pleasure, or even ownership.

Swiss took his hips in hand, thumbs wriggling underneath the hem of his shirt to rub against cool skin. He could almost imagine the way Mountain's big hands would have practically enveloped his waist, bet Mountain could've felt his own cock every time he bottomed out. Something knotted in his stomach, nearly groaning out loud at the thought alone.

He wondered...

The sound that choked itself from the water ghoul was uneven and breathy when he unceremoniously shoved both hands up under his tank top. Gills flaring in surprise as Swiss chuckled, hooking his chin over his shoulder to watch the ribbed fabric stretch over the shape of his fingers kneading into his tits. They were small, mosquito bites in comparison to someone like Cumulus. Not enough fat to even fill his palms but he took them like a proper handful anyways.

"Pretty thing," he chuffed and thumbed over his pert little nipples. Rain tried not to whimper but a light pinch was enough to draw it out, the noise was more than reward for his bad behavior. "Prettiest fucking water lily."

"Fuck" Rain squirmed, hands floating awkwardly like he might just grab Swiss to stop him but made no real move to. "Fuck, fuck not so hard - !"

"They sensitive baby?" His voice lilted and Rain shook his head quickly, dark curls brushing over Swiss' cheek. He tugged lightly at the silver bars threaded through his nipples and felt Rain's knees wobble as he moaned high and feminine. Swiss was grinning. "Oh they are...Mountain was a bit too rough on you huh? Big boy always gets a little heavy handed when he's like this, but we all know you're not as fragile as you pretend to be."

"Swiss-" he breathed, head hitting his shoulder as it fell back.

"That's okay sweetheart, just tell me to be gentle." Swiss kissed the hinge of his jaw, still idly fiddling with his piercings. Sighing too close to his gills to have Rain thinking clearly.

"Please..." his swallow was audible, gulping down his pride. "Please be gentle with me."

“There we go, good boy” he cooed and rucked his tanktop up over his chest. Exposing him to the cool air and anyone who might just happen to waltz into the kitchen, exposing Mountain's handiwork.

The little pink buds were awfully puffy, the outline of the earth ghoul's maw encircling either one. Swiss traced the divots in his skin and tsked, opting to slowly roll both nipples between his thumb and forefinger as he kissed a line up the side of his neck.

“Look at them, look how cute they are.”

Rain's breath hitched, a faint and whispered string of pleas tumbling past his lips when the multi ghoul grazed his gills.

“See ‘em?”

“Mhm…”

“So little in my hands.”

“Not little…”

“Oh they're nice and little, perfect.” A little kiss to the delicate membrane on his neck, tongue darting out to tease them open. He was surprised Rain didn't go boneless right there. “Your tits are perfect darling, just like the rest of you.”

“Fuck - put your tongue in it.” Rain reached back to rest his hand on the back of Swiss’ neck. Less than subtle encouragement.

Swiss laughed and drew him perfectly flush to his front, molded himself against his back as he latched onto the sensitive slits. He kissed them just as deeply, just as sloppily as he would if he were kissing Rain properly. Warm saliva and a warmer tongue pushed into his gills, likely a white hot sensation if Rain's moan was anything to go off of.

Another, less harsh tug at his nipples and Rain was really keening, ass pushing back against where Swiss was starting to chub up. He pulled off of his gills, panting and admiring the sheen of spit left on his neck.

“Seven hells…You look wrecked already.”

“Feels good,” Rain’s words were starting to slur. Whether that be from exhaustion or that sweet fuzzy feeling starting to settle into place.

“Course it does, I always make you feel good.” He nosed into his scent gland, groaning as the smell of moss and salt water flooded over him. He never wanted to leave the comfortable place he found in Rain, his body felt like home. “Satanas below, you're the closest thing to divine to ever waltz its way out of the pits.”

Rain whined, nearly groaned in embarrassment, flush creeping to the tips of his ears. He always got so shy when Swiss rolled out this particularly cavity inducing brand of praise.

“Can’t help it…Just love my pretty boy and his pretty tits.”

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lokisgoodgirl · 1 year

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Absolutely Dripping [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: A very wet towel-clad god interrupts your prank. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smutty. Extreme Loki Thirst. Language. Based on my Hot Gif Drabble: The Towel (w/c 2.9k)

You bit your lip, nerves of excitement flushing through your blood as you rounded the corner toward the men’s locker room. Revenge sat snug in the pocket of your jeans; the small bag of powder nestled against your hip. The plan was perfect. That smug bastard wasn’t going to know what hit him. You’d been planning this all week, waiting until he predictably spent Saturday morning in the Tower gym with Wilson. This’ll teach him to mess with me, you thought; grimacing at the memory of your most unflattering underwear decorating the Avengers common room like goddam bunting.

You looked around, registering the patter of a shower in use down the hall. I’ll be in and out, you thought; frantically scanning the benches. A few kit bags lay dotted around. You squinted, reading the names embroidered into their fabric; Wilson, Barton...Barnes. You smirked, tiptoeing like a cartoonish villain across the tiles, incandescent with silent glee. You unzipped Bucky’s kit bag, rummaging for the prize you sought. Why does he need so much shit for the gym, he lives upstairs; you thought, while one hand fumbled inside the pocket at your hip. Your eyes widened with excitement as they fell on the item in question. His trousers. “Reduced to indulging yourself with the stolen scent of Barnes’ raggedy sweatpants, Agent?” You froze, eyes flickering back and forth against the lockers as you stood hunched with the offending article in your hands. “You really must work on your clandestine techniques, darling. I could hear your elephantine footsteps from the shower-room.”

You spun around, clutching the black sweatpants to your chest. “Loki. Hi.”

Laufeyson leant against the open doorway, a fist holding a towel loosely wrapped around his hips. Clearly, he had been in a hurry. A dark trail of fine hair bordered the towel's edge over his Adonis belt, skin still glistening with fresh droplets of water. You swallowed.

He was soaking. Absolutely dripping, in fact. The dents in his chiselled torso glimmered with a mirrored sheen, flicking his sodden hair back from his face. Water ran down his biceps, catching in the crook of his elbow before pattering to the floor. He crossed his ankles, the jaunty confidence of his stance making it difficult to retain even a nugget of dignity. You felt your cheeks begin to burn under his amused stare.

“You’re probably wondering what I’m doing here.” you chuckled awkwardly. Loki shrugged, inspecting his fingernails. “Not really. There is a degree of inevitability within this scenario that cannot be denied.” You frowned, glancing back at the benches. “Do you...do you need your kit bag? Sorry, I’ll get out the way-”

“I do not require a kit bag.” he snapped haughtily, pacing forward across the tiles. He ran his hands through his sodden black hair, dripping tendrils pasted against his long neck. Fuck, he looked good naked. Well, almost naked. Fuck me, you thought; feeling heat rising in your cheeks. He's even hotter without the leather. He's fucking hotter. If you’d known there was even the possibility he’d be here to catch you, you’d have worn something a bit less...tragic. “You also ‘do not require’ a towel.” you sniffed, trying to sound clever and immediately regretting it. An amused smirk flickered at the god’s lips, his eyes narrowing with intrigue. “Is that so, Agent? Perhaps I should divest myself of it, then.” he purred, careful footsteps edging closer as you shuffled, knees hitting the back of the bench. “I mean, I meant- I didn’t mean now, I meant... because you can dry yourself...you’re always saying you can just dry yourself...oh-never mind.” you spluttered, throwing the sweatpants back on top of Bucky’s bag.

The small plastic square filled with powder fell to the tiles, landing perfectly beside Loki’s left foot. The two of you stared at it, eyes rising in tandem. Loki was brimming with mischief, his wide pupils glimmering with interest in the unexpected drama in which he had become immersed.

“And what, pray tell, is that?” he said, tilting his head as you wished the ground would swallow you whole. “It’s uh...itching powder.” you muttered, pulling at the sleeve of your baggy sweatshirt. Loki couldn’t be standing more than a foot away. You could feel the heat from his shower-fresh skin wafting across the space between you. Clean, fresh musk hung in the air; like warm pine and wet leaves and sandalwood and bergamot. The scent of him. You'd always assumed it was cologne. Christ, you thought; feeling your chest tighten under a roll of feral desire. Keep it together. Trickles ran from his hair to his glistening collarbone, gathering in the hollow. Some made paths over waves of abdominal muscle, soaking into the rich cotton hanging dangerously on his hips. You swallowed, unable to draw your eyes away. "I was under the impression that on Midgard it is considered rude to stare." Loki hummed, rolling his shoulders back and readjusting the fingers toying with the tuck of the towel. "Is that not so?" Your eyes snapped upward, lips opening and closing as you searched your empty brain for a sentence that wouldn’t make you sound like a pervert.

"Mmmm..." he murmured thoughtfully, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth as he marinated in the awkward silence. "So, are you going to get that?" The side of his foot nudged at the baggie lying abandoned on the tiles below. Even his toes are sexy, you thought with an internal whine; noticing your breaths quickening as you lowered on your haunches reaching for the bag. You wobbled, hands flying to the nearest surface to steady yourself. His thighs. Oh god, no. You grimaced, feeling Loki rock into your pathetic grip above his knees. “Sorry.” you mumbled, looking up. His pointed chin was cast down to his chest, the symmetry of his face heartbreakingly perfect. You let out a light whimper.

How many times you’d fantasised about kneeling in front of him just like this, worshipping him with aching slowness. You would trap every growl of pleasure from his throat in your memory as you sucked him dry. Relishing every desperate rut of his hips further into your mouth, fingertips sinking into his bare, godly ass. You could feel wetness sliding in your panties as you bounced weakly on your calves, trying to gain purchase to come back up. They were jelly. His long thighs bulged against your hands through the towel. Imagine how he can fuck with legs like these, you thought; feeling another tide of arousal seep from your pussy. The corner of Loki’s mouth twitched, making his cheekbones sharpen in the bright overhead lights as he observed you through half-lidded eyes. The angle of his jaw highlighted his flawless bone structure as he leant forward, the sharp edges making you dizzy. His patient stare filled your head with absolute filth as you hovered with your mouth level to his crotch, rendered mute. Drops of water from his dripping locks spattered your upturned face. A solitary drip rolled down the side of your nose, catching on the edge of your upper lip. Without thinking, your tongue flicked out, drawing it in. “Are you alright, Agent?” Loki murmured with faux concern, enunciating every word as his keen eyes searched your face. Your thighs began to quiver as you balanced weakly on the balls of your feet. Loki pursed his lips, his voice as richly seductive as it was in the darkness when your fingers crept between your spread legs, alone in your bed. “Do you require some...assistance?” he purred knowingly, the slant of his eyebrows making you feel faint.

“Yes.” you said quickly, the solitary word catching in your throat. Loki smirked, his open palm appearing by your shoulder. “All you had to do was ask, darling.” He raised you slowly as pangs of discomfort shot up your legs. How long had you been down there? It couldn’t have been more than ten seconds, surely, you thought; as his warm breath skated over your lips. You realised you didn’t want to know.

“Since you are so brazenly flirting with failure in this prank of yours, perhaps it’s time to enlist the professional?” he hummed, his thumb wiping trails of moisture from your temple before resting on your cheekbone. Loki’s gaze hovered on your lips, his wide fingertip rubbing the angle of your jaw twice, before releasing you. You nodded, dazed. What the hell is wrong with me, you thought, holding up the baggie of itching powder beneath his sceptical gaze. He pinched it from your grasp, observing it with mild interest. “Well for one thing, Agent...it’s white. Even a simpleton like Barnes will notice a dusting of suspicious powder adorning his black sweatpants, wouldn’t you agree?” Your face fell, realising he was right. “But never fear, darling. Your saviour is here.” Loki winked, shaking the bag as you watched the white powder turn dark. A sly smile spread across your face, mirroring the devilish glint in Loki’s eye. He nodded, an unspoken understanding as you took the bag and opened it carefully. You spread the waist of Bucky’s sweatpants holding the legs in a tight fist and sprinkling the powder liberally in the crotch. “Give them a shake.” Loki whispered gleefully, lips stretching in a broad smile as he relished the mischief afoot. You shook the trousers, scraping the sides together to mesh the powder deeper into the thick fabric. “Good girl.” Loki murmured, folding his arms approvingly. The sound of raised voices echoed in the corridor. “Shit” you gasped, dropping the sweatpants on the floor. Loki’s hands clasped your shoulders, his broad chest inches from your face as you stared up at him, wide-eyed. His features were set in determination, fair skin and emerald eyes accentuated by wet, slicked back hair. God, he was so fucking hot. “If you are to evade discovery, drastic action is required.” he grumbled, ushering you to the side as he snapped his fingers. The sweatpants flew neatly folded into the kit bag, contents re-arranging of their own accord.

“Drastic ac-action?” you stammered, wondering what the hell was happening as your shoulders bumped against the tiled wall in the corner of the room.

Loki had manoeuvred you to a tight L shape space, a row of lockers to the side blocking your view of the door. Panic rose in your stomach, “They’ll see me, Loki, when they come across for the bags...” you hissed, craning around the corner before he pushed you back against the wall. “I think you’ve had enough opportunity to prove your skills in the art of mischief, pet.” he whispered, his forearm pressed against the wall above you, “And sadly lacking, I’m afraid.” The mockery was palpable. You grimaced, making Loki chuckle. Fat strands of sodden hair brushed your cheeks as he towered over you, encased by his semi-naked form against the cold wall. You felt yourself clench, the mess in your panties becoming untenable as he lowered covertly to your ear, lips grazing the skin. You let out a light gasp, a shudder making your knees buckle. “Just stay quiet.” he murmured, as the voices drew closer. “I have a plan.” Your eyes hovered on his twitching pectorals, an impossibly firm bicep flexing as he fiddled with the side of the towel. Moisture glistened against the veins protruding against tight skin, endless drips still caressing down the side of his stomach through deep grooves of muscle. Loki turned, the expanse of his triangular back close enough to bite. Fuck, you thought; as he raised one arm to rest on the side of the lockers, his thick trunk concealing you. You devoured the sight of his shoulder-blades adjusting, the rear of his arms even more toned than the front. Not a fingernail scratch in sight, you thought with interest, before your eyes flew wide; lips pressed tight to conceal a gasp.

He had dropped the towel. You stifled a whimper, unbidden delirious laughter building in your belly as you heard the owners of the voices fumble with the door. “Jesus Christ, Laufeyson...what the hell, man?” Wilson yelled, coupled with a low yowl of surprise from Bucky beside him. "Is it not enough you’re swingin’ that thing around in those tight leather pants 24/7? Fuck, man...puh-lease.” You bit your lip hard, the sharp pain settling rising giggles as you flattened against the tiles. Loki turned to the side, extending his arm to its full length against the wall of lockers. Wilson’s shoes were all you could see of him, the toes shuffling back and forth as he clearly tried to avert his eyes. “Apologies, gentleman. I wasn’t expecting company.” Loki purred, his ass clenching. You sucked your lips between your teeth, a silent girlish scream ringing in your brain as blood thundered in your ears. His rear was an absolute monument to marbled masculinity; it was all you could do not to sink to your knees. Imagine what he looks like from the front, you thought; cupping your mouth with your hands. A silent scream puffing out your cheeks. “Expecting?! Can you believe this guy? Dude, havin’ your dick out is cool, fine...but don’t stand there like one of your brother’s fangirls in the lobby with their ya-ya’s out, c’mon man; this is a public locker room not an Amsterdam shop-window.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about Wilson. This is perfectly normal on Asgard. A little post-workout self-care, if you know what I mean." he said knowingly, a sly twinge in his voice. "Which you just interrupted, actually.”

This was met by a humph of disapproval from the men, low tsks peppering the air as Loki re-adjusted his stance, spreading his legs wider. Wilson’s hand appeared beyond the lockers, a finger waggling toward the belligerent god. “Laufeyson. Do not stand there with your schlong in my face and tell me you were about to masturbate in the same room as my stuff. Please. Tell me that is not what I’m hearing right now.”

Loki chuckled, running a hand through his hair as you slid further down the wall; squeezed as far into the corner as you could get. From this angle, you could see the profile of his cock bobbing adjacent to one muscular thigh, semi-hard. A violent shiver rolled down your spine, brow furrowing with utter, disgraceful need. Bucky piped up. “Go wack it in the showers like a normal dude. Haven’t you just been in there?” From the direction of his voice, you guessed he was facing the door. “Whatever gave you the impression I was one of these...‘normal dudes’ of which you speak, Barnes?” the god hummed, leaning seductively against the lockers. The shoulder closest to your face tightened, his hand shifting across his hips, brushing his growing manhood. “You got that right.” Wilson spat, the squeak of trainers on the tile signalling the stand-off was over. “You got five minutes. And don’t go near my bag. I’ll know, ass-hole.” The door slammed shut, raised voices sounding from the hallway growing fainter as silence reigned in the locker room once more. Loki’s back rose and fell, the scent of his skin hanging in your nostrils like incense. How easy it would be, you thought, just to lean forward and bite him. Right there between his shoulder-blades. Loki cleared his throat. “I’m going to bend down now, Agent” he murmured, casting a cautious glance over his shoulder at your contorted body pressed feverishly against the wall. You nodded; eyes glazed. This is a dream, you thought; watching Loki’s long, lean body squat and gracefully scoop his discarded towel from the floor. This isn’t happening. Not really.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures, darling. I’m sure you’d agree.” he purred, rising and spinning on his heels, the loose towel clutched to his groin. You traced the twin valleys of definition with wandering eyes, on the thin wires of pubic hair creeping beyond the cotton’s reach. The long drape of towel swayed gently between his spread legs; the fist he was using to hold it aloft probably unnecessary.

You took a sharp breath, words forming on your tongue that choked behind your teeth. Loki stepped forward; the fine trail of darkness ghosting his lower stomach becoming a shadow.

The scent of his clean musk was overwhelming, the soaking mess in your underwear sliding against your clit as you squirmed. His bare chest pressed lightly against your sweatshirt, trapping you in the corner under his smouldering stare. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, eyes wide in faux-innocence. “You were desperate... weren’t you, Agent?” “Yes. Thank you, Loki…” you whispered, not knowing what else to say. He hummed approvingly, stepping back to let you pass. “Forget you saw anything with the powder” you said hastily, “and I’ll um, do the same. I never saw...anything.” You waved your hands in front of your eyes for effect, casting them downward as you made your way quickly to the door. Loki’s velvet chuckle sent shivers down your spine as your fingers gripped the doorknob, his palm sliding around your waist from behind; the other flat against the door; holding it shut. He wasn’t holding the towel. Loki pulled you back against his chest, a wall of stomach muscle straightening your spine. You could feel his cock hardening furiously against your ass, rubbing upward as he thrust gently against the soft flesh. His wetted lips grazed the edge of your jaw, making your head tilt to the side. You exposed your neck with a soft moan as more droplets from his hair rolled against your skin. “Don’t you dare forget, Agent.” he purred darkly, messy kisses melting into your heated skin. “We both know that I was not the only one absolutely dripping in this locker room today.”

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hungharrington · 11 months

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Help currently stuck thinking abt having Steve over at your family’s home for the holidays and you’ve both been good, polite, discreet, minimal PDA, and he truly is a beloved son in law and so wonderful ❤️ but he’s a menace when you’re finally alone and he puts his hands on you

Like you’re laying on your front, Steve against your back, sloooooowly rutting into you, putting his hand over your mouth, shushing you when you whine too loud, helping you breathe through your moans, teasing you for how slick you are, lightly pinching your skin to annoy you just a tad more. Just being an absolute tease ❤️

sweet revenge

help! me! jesus fucking christ anon i think u gave me brain worms with this ask the first fic for this is here but u don’t need to read it to read this <3 1.5k words, fem & afab!reader, stevie’s a massive tease, MDNI this work and entire blog is 18+!

Revenge comes not a day later.

Really, you should’ve predicted this after what you had pulled poolside, your hand working Steve’s cock just right until he’d spilled right into your hand, barely able to keep his whimpers quiet—then you had cajoled him immediately into lunch with your parents.

One wandering hand on his thighs, brushing the wet spot had Steve’s cheeks flushing scarlet in an instant. You had to smother a giggle when your mother made a comment about Steve being out in the sun too long and he had nearly choked on his food. Stammered out his agreement and sent you a withering glare.

So, his revenge is expected, to say the least.

But even that knowledge can’t prepare you for what it’s like the moment he gets you alone.

Insatiable. It’s the only word to describe him — messily mouthing at your neck, hands rough and desperate with how they roam your body, tugging at your clothes. He’s burning hot, his body pressing yours down into the scratchiness of your bed sheets. His cock is hard where it presses against your thigh and you can feel your core aching eagerly in response— teasing him had taken a toll on you too.

“Steve,” you gasp, between your breaths. His fingers tug at your jeans, swiftly popping the button and tugging them down an inch. His plush lips scrape down your neck, kisses that melt into something wetter, something hotter.

“Shhh,” Steve whispers, hands creeping under your shirt and clutching at your waist. He rocks his hips against your core, providing glorious friction that licks a flame of heat up your spine. You whine and arch into him, only to be softly shushed again. “Shhh, honey. S’gotta be quiet.”

He pulls back to work your jeans down and off your ankles. He’s breathing heavily, toned arms reaching up to pull his shirt off, quickly casting it aside— the sight of the soft planes of his tummy and definition in his arms only fuels your lust. You prop up for a moment to pull off your own shirt.

He’s back upon you in a moment, blazing hot kisses pressing down your neck, along the top of your breasts. His tongue burns hot where it draws a line up your sternum, at the same time his fingers curl into the edge of your panties to shimmy them down. Another gaspy breath escapes you.

His palms slide down your thighs, warm against your skin as he drags the sticky fabric down, out of his way. Really, you should probably have a few more reservations about him fucking you here and now, in your old bedroom. Especially with other people just a wall away; but those thoughts are all spun away at the feel of his barely restrained lustful hunger that radiates from him.

His hands dip under your back to unclip your bra, pulling it free from your body, his kisses following feverishly— sending streaks of heat to the coil in your gut. It takes only a moment for him to manhandle you onto your front. Your nipples peak at the rough material, scraping when Steve lines himself up and buries himself in your cunt, devastatingly slow.

You gasp again loudly and it gets swallowed into the sheets, consumed by the feeling of him pushing into you, throbbing and full. Steve makes a throaty noise, a groan that he barely manages to muffle— the hair of his chest brushes your shoulder blades as he leans against your back. One hand stays on your hip, the other pressing into the duvet beside you.

A pitiful noise slips from your throat as your slick gushes around his cock, the stretch feeling so fucking delicious and you whimper. Steve makes a noise of disapproval, “Sh, sh, sh,” he tuts, “Said we gotta be quiet.”

He bottoms out fully as he speaks lowly in your ear, well aware there’s no way to control the squeak you make— you squirm, hands twisting in the sheets as you fight the mounting pleasure and urge to whine again. He draws back, hips torturously slow as he fucks back into your hot, wet cunt.

“Y’can be quiet, can’t you?” He taunts, his free hand reaching up to brush some hair back from your face. He dots a kiss on your temple. It’s contradictory levels of sweetness compared to the feel of his fat cock leaking inside you as he rolls his hips into you. He’s still so slow with it, not even a slap of skin in the room. You moan lowly and try to hide it in the duvet.

“Aw,” Steve murmurs. “C’mon now, I’ll help you out, yeah?”

His hand beside you moves up again, smoothing over your hair again before it skims across your cheek and settles on your mouth. He picks up a pace a bit, just to feel your moan vibrate against his fingers and the coil in your tummy tightens impossibly more. You’re burning up in his arms, falling apart on his cock — it really is the sweetest��revenge.

His fingers shift, adjusting their grip and you wrap your lips around his thumb and suck without a second thought— your cunt throbbing happily when Steve curses. His hips stutter in their movement, his fingers curling tighter around your hipbone. “Fuck,” he mutters. “F-Fuck, you feel-“

He cuts himself off with a growl, beginning to fuck into you harder, hips snapping into your ass at a feverish pace. You melt under him, desire flaming higher and higher in your chest. You feel yourself flutter around him and try to choke down your moans, drooling over his fingers just a bit.

“Don’t even need to shush you, hm,” He huffs. “This pretty pussy s’gonna give us away— christ, she’s so wet. You love this, don’t you?”

You don’t want to give him the satisfaction that he’s getting you back in a more than equal way but it’s impossible not to — not with the way you’re trembling beneath him, all pent up and ready to cream on his cock - all with people only a wall away. Another pathetic high noise gets muffled behind Steve’s fingers and you give a soft nod.

“Aw, honey,” Steve purrs, slowing his pace til it’s nearly lazy how he pushes into you. Slick wells at your entrance, spilling down your thighs. Somehow, it all makes it worse, his slowness driving the burning under your skin to scorching levels and you twitch, feeling your hips starting to drive backward — to fuck yourself on him desperately.

You get all but two seconds of relief before his hand on your waist shifts, pushing down on your lower back to pin your hips to the bed. You wiggle, another fruitless whine slipping past your fingers but Steve tuts disapprovingly. He stills, cock pressed deep inside you and holding you down.

“Sweetheart,” he warns, lips ghosting along your shoulder. He presses a kiss to your skin as his cock twitches inside you, warm and feeling fucking good. “If y’wanna cum, you’re gonna have to stay quiet.”

You nod rapidly eyes screwing shut to hold in your moan when he finally starts up again — this time with a renewed fervor, his strokes deep and gaining in speed. You pant, gripping the sheets as he fucks you, barely restraining your noises when his hand snakes around to play with your clit. You shake in his arms, orgasm burning up close in your tummy when- when— Steve’s fingers pinch at your side.

You yelp aloud at the unexpected feeling— the noise far louder than you intend. A whine follows when Steve slows his pace again, making your release fade, You don’t even get a moment to ask before Steve is speaking again.

“What did I just say, huh?” He murmurs, breath warm on your ear. He’s still thrusting, just enough to keep your cunt fluttering wildly around him, to have you keening in his arms — back arching as you push your chest further into the bed. “I know, I know, she’s just crying on my cock, honey, all slick and wet f’me, I know. But if you wanna cum…”

His hand slides back down, fingers rubbing over your bundle of nerves perfectly as his cock fucks in faster and faster. He presses another kiss into your shoulder and you can feel his smirk on your skin, as he asks, “You gotta be quiet f’me— think you can do both?"

Heat pools in your stomach, winding up faster than last time due to all his goddamn teasing. Another whimper slips through and you suck in a breath, like trying to rein the noise back in. You want to cum, you want- you want—

"Think y'can keep all those pretty little noises down when you cum on my cock?" Steve coos, his hips still rolling into you, fucking fast enough to hear the sound of your slick again. "C’mon, honey, I wanna see you try.”

#jay writes #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader smut #ns/fw

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deadddduris · 4 months

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Eat Your Young | Finnick Odair

Warnings: nsfw, exhibitionism, oral (f receiving) fingering, pet names

(Inspired by Eat your young by Hozier)

MDNI | not proofread 💔

Sitting next to Finnick during dinner was pure agony. He had eaten his food with one hand as his other was occupied on my inner thigh, up my dress, and toying with the fabric of my panties. I was panting as his thumb rubbed circles on my clit.

From the moment we sat down, his hands were on me. He was subtle about it though. The Capitol provided a four course meal and had just so delicately prepared our food.

I couldn’t eat much as my stomach clenched and my thighs trembled under the table with so many people surrounding us.

Finnick and his unoccupied hand ran over the crystal glass cup in a suggestive manner as he made direct eye contact with me.

Other than the lewd interaction under the table, we didn’t speak at all…until we got to our rooms.

Once dinner was over Finnick grabbed my hand and politely declined small talk with others. He quickly rushed us to his temporary bedroom and shut the door behind us.

“Finnick!” I say breathlessly, “what was that?”

I was completely soaked.

He smirked, it was completely evil. The way he could bring me to the edge…so so close to coming with dozens of other people around us and then just give me that charming, innocent smile. Evil.

“Mmm, sweetheart” he groaned, tipping his head back slightly. He now watched me through his eyelids half shut. “You just looked so good for me tonight”

Finnick grabbed my hips and squeezed the fat to pull me closer. I felt myself getting hotter.

“So good” He repeated with more emphasis.

Finnicks hands made their way back down to my thighs and swiftly pulled the dress off. I felt exposed infront of him as I was now in nothing but my undergarments. On the other hand, he was fully dressed.

“Finn…” I shut my eyes and his soft lips make their way to my neck. He licked and nipped at the skin under my ear, on my collarbone, and on my jaw.

“What is it, darling?” He asked, still kissing my neck. He began to kick his shoes off and lead us to the bed.

Feeling him against me was I feeling I’ll never get sick of.

“Want you.” I say. He lays me on the bed and we collectively pull of his shirt. His body, oh God.

“You have me,” Finnick smiled and gives my lips a small peck. “You always have me, baby” he teases and starts to kiss down my chest and to my stomach.

My hips twitch as he gets lower and lower. His lustful eyes look up at me and he pulls down my underwear. “I’m starving, darling”

“You just ate, Finn” I laugh and spread my legs around his head ever so slightly. A silent welcome.

“I wanna put my lips to something” Finnick squeezes my thighs and starts to plant kisses along them. He kisses all the way down to my calf as he starts to sit up and pulls me towards the end of the bed by my thighs.

My legs are now dangling over the floor and he gets down on his knees. What a sight to see. He grabs each of my legs and starts to massage them.

“Finnick,” I whine, pushing myself towards him. He had kept me on edge all night and still wasn’t providing me any relief. “Please.”

He laughs mockingly and puts a finger to his lips with his eyebrows raised, “Please what?”

“Please touch me!”

“Aww, so needy” Finnick teases as he kisses back down to the area I need him most.

My back arches as he gently lays a kiss onto my clit. “Fuck!” I cry and watch his eyes look up to me.

His tongue starts to lick up my slit and then he directs it to my clit again. He draws shapes and letters with his tongue. F I N N I C K.

“You taste so good…like candy” he moans into me. His fingers were previously squeezing and gripping my thigh as he worked his mouth on me. Now they are thrusting inside of me, hitting a spot that makes my jaw drop and back arch.

I grip onto his hair for support, running my hands through his curls.

He brings me closer and closer to the finish line. My eyes roll to the back of my head. I look and watch as Finnick licks and sucks on my cunt like a starving man.

“F-Finn! m’ close!” I moan, pushing his head closer to my pussy. If that’s even possible. He stares up at me with his green eyes and that was all it took.

His fingers pump at an even faster pace and he continues to suck on my most sensitive part as I clench around him.

“Cum on my tongue, sweetheart. Wanna taste it” he says.

The wave of pleasure rushes over me and I grind my hips against the rhythm of his fingers to work myself through it. I moan from overstimulation as he continues his movements and moans against me.

He pulls himself up and his face is glistening with my arousal. He puts the two fingers that were inside me now into his mouth and sucks them clean. “M’ sorry sweetheart, just taste so fuckin good” he laughs and kisses me.

I laugh and look and the bedsheets, slightly wet from my arousal. I want to return to favor. Make Finnick feel as good as he makes me feel. But I reach for his pants and notice a stain on the crotch.

He turns a shade of pink and lays next to me. “Even eating your pussy makes me cum” he says and laughs. I roll over and give him a kiss on his right dimple.

“So pathetic, odair” I tease back and lay on his chest. I see a pleasant reaction on his face from my comment and decide to ignore it. For now.

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Lowkey a little vanilla but it’s my first fic so pls stop yelling at me im just a girl

#finnick odair #thg series #thg #catching fire #finnick x reader #finnick fanfic #finnick oneshot #finnick smut #fandom #smut #x reader #hunger games finnick #finnick odair smut #the hunger games #thg finnick

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theangelsaid · 8 months

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bf!heeseung thought

imagine being at his brother's wedding, his innocent touches like hands caressing your waist being too much for you that night. you didn't knew how desperately he wanted to touch you, he can't even wait to take you home so he ended up fucking you in his car

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your backless satin dress let the warm air of spring touch your bare back, heeseung's hand tight on your waist, an act of reassurance, and possessiveness. both of you were heading out his brother wedding, a truly beautiful celebration, heeseung looked so happy, dancing with you almost all night, laughing with his family and friends; and if he was happy, you were too. there's only one thing that had you feeling like the light fabric of your dress feeling too heavy on your skin, making it burn with the slightest touch, heeseung's hands never got away from you, not even a second. of course you were used to that, he's your boyfriend after all and you know better than anyone that he can be very clingy, even suffocating sometimes. but something about this night was different, his touch didn't felt like it did when he caressed your hips from behind while you cooked at home or cuddle while watching a movie, even a slight touch from his fingers made you feel hotter than when you made out when he came home from work. everything felt different. maybe he wanted to make you feel like that, like crumbling down with just a whisper in your ear with big naive eyes, saying something about how pretty the flower centerpieces were, his lips barely touching your skin as he tightens his grip on your waist, you can't see him but feel him smiling close to your neck. you felt even guilty, thirsting over him with all his family watching, but your body responded to him on his own.

now you're walking to the car, heeseung making jokes about how he finally didn't need to check up on his brother in case he dies in a stupid way now that he has someone to watch over him. older brothers things you guessed.

you were ready to jump on the passenger seat when you saw heeseung seating on the back seats, you closed the door in confusion and did the same, "what are you doing?," heeseung throws his head back on the seat, letting out a sigh, his eyes directing to yours. the silences between you two were never awkward, this one felt just a little unsettling, like something bad was going to happen, you choose to wait for him to say something. but the words never came out of his mouth. he turned his body, coming closer to you, too close, close enough to feel your breaths unifying, heartbeat accelerating. heeseung keep silent as he posed his hands on your shoulders, making you lay down on the seats. your eyes closing at the feeling of his body going on top of you, his hand around your neck, so soft, such a delicate touch that it felt like the spring breeze. a small smirk crossed his face as he talked touching your lips with his, "you have no idea what you're doing to me," the grip on your neck tightening enough to make you look directly as his eyes, an almost inaudible sound leaving your parted lips, "been wanting you all night, hee," you put your hand on top of his around your neck. "hm? is that what my pretty girl wants?," his fingers now touching your bottom lip, your tongue slightly touching the tips, making his other hand go to the end of your ribs, grip tightening at the sight of your mouth opening for him. he hissed at the wet feeling of your tongue on his fingers as he lean to kiss you, just to lower his face to your neck, the vibration of his voice on your skin, "is that what you want? want me to fuck you like this?," as he leaves a trail of wet kisses, from your neck to your chest as he reached the end of your dress to lift it up, goosebumps as you feel the fabric going up your breasts; his warm tongue around the sensitive skin of your nipples, you bucked your hips up just to feel them pressed down hard against the black leather, his hands resting perfectly on your hip bones. when he reached your stomach your skin was already glistening with his saliva, squirming at the feeling of his teeth on the skin of your hips. his hands reached your thighs, opening them, making space for him, his hot breath on your core, teeth putting down your underwear as you close your legs, heeseung tutting as he opened them again, "need you to keep them open for me"

#heeseung smut #heeseung scenarios #heeseung x reader #enhypen smut

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ladylooch · 10 months

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YES OK GOOD so for the Nico request it could be in a public setting and possibly a set up for car sex? like maybe him and his girl were dancing a little close and it’s been a while since they’ve been intimate but the way her hips are moving against his makes him forget that they’re in public but he finishes and she’s just surprised bc she knows how this man is like can go so many rounds with her but she takes him to the car on a little ego boost and he quickly changes his demeanor to show he’s still in control.

It can be a steamy makeout session once again it’s been a while since they’ve been intimate maybe his girl was on her period or they’ve been too busy etc

EITHER WAY: His girl is just so turned on by the fact that she makes this grown ass swiss man cum without touching him

A/N: This is such a hot request… like I’m panting. And shaking… and sweating. I went full slut for you, babe! 😏 I pretend like I’m so proud of that, like I wasn’t muttering “I need Jesus” while writing this in public. Send holy water.

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Shake That by Eminem and Nate Dogg has the guests of this Swiss wedding pumped up. All of Nico’s friends are jumping up and down, hands raised in the air as they rap every single word to the 2000s classic.

Nico and I are on the dance floor too. He notoriously hates dancing at weddings, but will always do it for me because that’s who he is. He wants his people happy and will do what he can to make that happen.

“I wanna show you what Prom is like!” I giggle, working my way around to the front of his body.

The way she’s grinding that pole, I think I’m losing control.

I start to work my ass into Nico’s lap, grinning when he instantly thickens beneath my cheeks. I’ve done this a few times before for him and every time we end up in a car or a closet or an empty hallway with him buried inside of me.

I’m desperate for him tonight.

I love visiting Nico’s family in Switzerland. They are so gracious and supportive of us. But we stay with his parents and Nico Hischier’s one flaw is he won’t fuck me in his parent’s house. He feels it is disrespectful. So it’s been weeks since I’ve had him. When we first got here, we snuck away to the bathroom at his training facility for a quickie that was not nearly enough. This weekend, we are staying in a luxurious hotel closer to the wedding than his home town. Those sheets are going to be a dichotomy later- so soft while Nico roughly rails me.

Nico’s hand drifts to my hips to gather the fabric of my dress. I have a pouffier skirt that provides a curtain along his lap to hide his large erection tenting his black pants.

“Mmm. Feels so good.” He sounds buzzed.

Look at this lady all in front of me, sexy as can be. Tonight I want a slut. Would you be mine?

His forehead comes to my shoulder, focusing in on the movement of my body against his. I can feel his cock pulse as the tempo of the song picks up a bit more. The air is getting hot between us. Sweat beads along my scalp and threatens to roll down my neck. I lift my hair to help, but Nico’s lips assault my skin immediately. He’s leaving tiny bite marks along my neck, making me ache.

Nico works my hips deeper into his hard cock. He’s perched perfectly between my thighs now. I can feel his breath getting hotter and faster on my neck. I lay back against his shoulder, wrapping an arm around his neck and increasing the tempo for us both. Nico moans into my ear, biting at my lobe. I turn, placing a kiss against the underside of his jaw. He works his face around to capture my lips in his. When I force my tongue into his mouth, I can feel him cum. I pause my movements. Nico gropes me back into him and bucks his hips up as he finishes.

“Fuck.” He whines into my mouth.

My skin is on fire.

My folds are soaked at the realization that I made him cum by grinding into his dick.

This man, who can go three, sometimes four, rounds a night, exploded in his pants because he couldn’t hold it back. I’ve died and gone to heaven.

I feel my pussy clench and wish there was a way to slide his hand into me right there to finish me off too.

“Babe. That is so fucking sexy.” I whisper, turning and pressing my front to him. “I wanna come too.” I’m worried he might be embarrassed, but his eyes are wild and chaotic. I’ve never seen Nico this way.

“Okay. Let’s go to the car.” He puts his hands on my hips, spinning me so I walk in front of him. He grabs some cocktail napkins from the bar as we leave, presumably to clean himself up. I’ve got a better idea though. “God, your ass is just unreal tonight.” He lifts my skirt to slap it bare as we walk out of the venue. “Wanna grab those cheeks while you’re riding me.”

“Please.” I moan. He reaches around, sliding his hand through my slit now that we are alone in the parking lot. The friction of us walking and his fingers is enough for me to grunt in appreciation.

“You’re soaked for me.”

Nico opens the door to the backseat, forcing me in. I slide all the way over, then attach myself to his face when he closes the door. My hands are on his belt, tugging at the enclosure. I whine when I can’t get it all the way off. Nico chuckles at my desperation. Funny, considering he’s the one that came in his pants. He pushes his pants down, exposing his softening cock. It’s sticky from his cum and I want to taste it. The saltiness coats my tongue as I pull him in.

I take my time, licking along every inch of his skin, taking his seed off of him and into my mouth. Nico licks his lips above me, swallowing loudly as I run my tongue along his balls. He is getting erect again, balls tightening up against his hard shaft. I pull one into my mouth, rolling my tongue along it as he groans.

“Scheiße, Baby” He whispers in German. He only slips into his native tongue with me when he’s really turned on. I surprise him by taking him fully to the back of my throat in one stroke.

“Oh my god, babe.” He moans. “Fuck, just like that.” I bob up and down his hard length, moaning when he reaches back to play with my wet folds. He stuffs a finger into me, fingering my pussy as I take him deep into the back of my throat. He’s hard again. My hand strokes at the part of him I can’t fit fully into my mouth. He gathers my hair, forcing me to do three deeper strokes before he lets me off. My eyes tear up. He strokes my cheeks, bringing my face to his, kissing my mouth roughly. His thumb plays with my bottom lip as I work my way to straddle him

“Look at this view.” He mumbles as I move. “You got first round.” He slaps my ass hard as I start to settle.

I’m thankful I decided on the short cocktail dress instead of the longer dress I brought with. I hike it up around my hips as Nico steadies himself at my entrance. I rock my hips back into him. We both groan loudly. I bounce wildly immediately, using him to get myself to where I need to go like he did earlier. His hands act as a guide, but he doesn’t hold me at all. He watches with sexy eyes, tight dimples in his cheeks, as I force myself up and down. I rake my hand through my hair as I ride him, feeling like a sex goddess with how he watches every flicker of pleasure on my face.

“You fuck me so good.” He whispers as the sounds of us connecting fills the car. “My sexy girlfriend that makes me cum from her perfect ass on the dance floor.”

“Neeks.” I moan. He’s so sexy right now with his dirty talk and his lips on my chest and the way he pulls away to watch me every few kisses because he can’t get enough of me riding him.

“Be good and cum for me so I can take over.” I place a hand on his shoulders for leverage bucking my hips into his as fast and consistently as I can. My other hand comes to rub my clit in large circles, digging in to find just the right pressure that puts me over the edge. My breasts squeeze together. He pulls the cup down to suck on my nipple. I widen my hips to take him as deep as possible, whining that its barely enough. His other hand comes up, pinching my other nipple. There it is. Nico coos sweet words to me as I cum, squeezing his cock enough that his voice shakes.

Once I’ve relaxed, his hands finally rest on my hips, then move back to my ass cheeks. He takes over, beating forcefully into me. He pulls me up a bit more so he can pound in and out further. His balls slap at my ass, filling the car with clapping sounds that drown out our moans. The car begins to shake beneath our force. I arch my back, bringing my hand down to cup his balls. I roll them over in my hand, the other braced on the ceiling for grounding.

“Nico. More.” I beg. When he hits the next level, I moan his name again. “Yes. Yes… Keep doing that. Oh… MY… God…..” The last word is a high pitched squeak that drenches him beneath me. His second orgasm shudders deep inside of me, filling me with hot cum that seeps out with his last few thrusts into me. I stay arched like that, holding the ceiling with a firm grip on Nico’s balls like I’ve been frozen in place. I’m still convulsing around him, needy little flutters that have Nico rocking our hips together a few more times.

“You have never come that hard.” He chuckles against the red skin of my breasts. He buries his nose there, then trails kisses along the swells. My nipples pucker against the dress in response.

Eventually, I stop arching, sitting with Nico softening inside of me.

“I love weddings with you.” I sigh. This isn’t the first time we’ve spent a wedding reception in the parking lot. Hopefully not the last either.

“Me too. If we time this post sex snuggling right, it will probably be cake time.” I can’t help but laugh. Nico can’t have sex and not cuddle.

“Mmmm, can I feed yours to you?” I’m coy as I kiss along his lips, teasing the corners with my tongue.

“You can do fucking anything to me, baby.”

“Good. I’ve got a couple more things in mind later.”

#Nico Hischier #Nico Hischier smut #Nico Hischier Fic #hockey writing #my writing #nhl fan fiction #Writing Request #New Jersey Devils #prayforme.

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unadulterated-syd · 1 year

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warnings; mention and talk of scars, walking dead warnings as per usual. Gender not specific, however, wear-age of a sports bra. (if you don't have a need for a bra, or would rather replace that with a binder please read it in a personalized manner!)

synopsis; carl notices your scars, after finding out how much you don't like them he decides to be the first to show his appreciation

a/n; this fic was a request! please go here to see request rules and here to see my master-list. thank you astrequa for requesting! <3

You weren't a stranger to pain, wounds littered your body always, but that didn't mean you had gotten used to your new look. You were just a kid, and here you stood wrapped in scars new and old. However one had always stuck out to you.

On a run when you were younger, you'd probably trace it back to being 14 or 15, out on a run on your own. You had an easy way sneaking around and finding a way to separate from the group, though it wasn't necessarily a great idea.

One day out on this run, you'd found yourself trapped in the corner of an old grocery store. biters surrounded you, you fired as many rounds as you could until 4 walkers remained. You had no other option than you use your knife, shoving the knife into ones skull, pulling back and doing the same to another.

Then your heart dropped. A sharp pain rain through your side, pulling your knife from the 3rd biter and slamming it into the skull of the 4th, who had just taken a chunk of flesh from your side. "No, no, no, no, no.." You muttered, setting your knife down as you pulled your un-used one from your thigh-holder.

You pulled a chunk of fabric from your shirt, and set it by your side. And the rest was history. You had carved the infection from you skin, and then wrapped the fabric around yourself. Somehow you had made it back to your group that night, and you'd survived to tell the tale.

But that night you regretted so much. As time went on you learned to hate it, the huge healed over intent that decorated your right hip. However, you had no intent of hiding it, you couldn't. Everyone had scars, and a part of you knew that hiding it would simply cause it to negatively affect you even more than it already did.

The Grimes' household was hotter than you would've kept your own house, that being if you had one separate from them. You'd lived with the family since your group found Alexandria, you and Carl having grown to share a room shortly after starting your relationship.

As far as you had known, Carl had gone out on a run with Rick, whilst Michonne was off in town with Judith. You pulled out your drawer, reaching in and pulling shorts and a sports bra out. The heat was too unbearable for anymore than that.

You pushed open the door to the bathroom, turning the shower handle all the way hot. You set your clothes on the counter top, before shedding your current outfit, which you threw into a hamper in the corner.

You stepped under the warm faucet, letting water run over. After you'd finished your shower, you stepped out, wrapping yourself in a warm towel. You dried yourself off before pulling your clothes on and pressing the door to the bathroom open, and stepping out. You let out a small gasp when you saw Carl laying on the bed reading one of his comics.

"Geez, Grimes, a warning would be appreciated. Where's Rick?" You hummed, getting the boys attention as you stepped further into the room, sitting on the bed beside him. "He kicked me from the run, you're stuck with me." He groaned, turning his head to look at you after setting his comic to the side.

You gave him a smile, rolling your eyes at the comment all together. Turning your attention from him, you looked out the window, watching everyone busy themselves outside. You jolted from your thoughts when you felt Carl's fingers graze over your side, where your scar laid.

"What are you doing?" You looked at him, tensing up as you realized he was tracing over the intent. He was there when you'd been cleaned up, however he'd never really gotten a good look at it, and you'd never told him the story behind it. "That's gnarly." He whispered, eyes tracing the missing flesh, "What happened?"

"Gnarly?" You whispered looking at it, you knew he didn't mean it negatively but perhaps the wording wasn't great. He looked up at you, guilt rendering his face as soon as he hear that from you. He knew what it felt like to hate a piece of yourself, his missing eye causing him the same experience.

He propped himself up on his elbow, looking up at you. "I didn't mean it like that, honey." He continued gently, watching your face as you stared at the intent. He'd recalled how you had proceeded when he was down about his eye.

He'd been in the bathroom for a long time that night, and you'd come in to check on him. He'd been staring at his eye, and you'd told him how wonderful he was, and the scar was just another story. Most importantly, he remembered how you littered the area with gentle kisses.

"You mind?" he asked, looking at you. As upset as the scar made you, you didn't want to blame Carl for the shame you felt towards it. With no real idea to what he was asking you about, you simply nodded and allowed him to do whatever was on his mind. You trusted him deeply, and you wanted to be done with the scar talk.

He took this nod of agreement, and pulled himself onto his side, pulling himself closer to you just slightly. His eyes lingered on your scar for a moment, flashing through his head as he remembered how scared he was when you found him just outside of the group. There was blood everywhere, you were scared, and so was he.

He was so worried at the time that the scar even scared him, sometimes he wondered if you felt the same about his eye. However, he knew it was a sign of survival. Strength in a world where it was hard to have any strength at all. He just wanted you to feel strong. Feel the courage you had that inspired him. But he lacked the words to tell you.

He pressed soft kisses to your side, butterflies ached in your stomach as he did so. Carl paused looking up at you for a moment, "I meant badass. For lack of better words." He teased, a small grin lingering on his face before he pressed one more kiss to your side. "Badass? You're a lot sweet-er when you're not talking, Grimes." You teased, giving him a genuine smile.

He sat up, giving you a goofy grin, "That's not very nice, Y/n." You smiled at wrapping your arms over his shoulders, pressing your head against his. "Thank you." You hummed to him, closing your eyes. He pressed his lips against yours for a moment, before falling back on the bed, taking you with him.

"Always."

#carl grimes #carl #carl twd #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #carl x reader #carl grimes x reader #carl x you #carl grimes x you #the walking dead angst #the walking dead fluff #twd #syds page #asks #fluff #x reader #angst

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ethereallocs · 11 months

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Let Me Show You-Jacaerys Velaryon x Targaryen!Reader Cousin

This is based on an anonymous request…

Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Targaryen Reader! Cousin

Content/Warning: !!🔞 PLUS ONLY!!, Smut, slight femme dom action,Incest, p in v penetration, masturbation, blow job, fingering, and choking.Characters have been aged up.

Summary: A rainy day in a quiet a library can lead to a lot of mischief…

As children you and Jace were always very close and now that your mother and father, Rhaenyra and Daemon had married it only made the two of you closer. The two of you were either seen together often either sitting under the Godswood whilst you ready to him, or sparring one another and in most cases you bested him. Now the two of you were betrothed and there couldn’t be a better match.

You weren’t what the realm would call a maiden. If you were being honest your maidenhood had been gone for quite sometime now and your curiosities about your soon to be husband often kept you up at night. You would find yourself coming undone when your fingers would find there way to your heated and soaking core. Today it was a gloomy day and you and Jace decided to take each others company within the library. And this would be the day you would find out what your sweet cousin was capable of.

“Dubazma?” “Cousin?” , you spoke in a sing-song almost teasing tone trying to gain Jacaerys’s attention. You knew he didn’t understand much of the old language but he looked up and smiled at you boyishly. “Yes, Y/N?” The question that was ready to leave your lips was rather blunt, but it had to be asked. “Have you bedded a woman, Jace?” His cheeks flushed in embarrassment and he wasn’t too sure how to respond, since he had not bedded any woman for the matter. “Oh, you haven’t. Jace you’re still a virgin…?”

Your tone mocking him, but you also found it rather cute. The innocence he still held within his eyes. Biting into the lush flesh of your bottom lip, the many ways you could corrupt him simmering in her mind. “Have you every thought about it, Dubazma?” You giggled mischievously walking around to his side of the table letting your fingers dance along the smooth surface on your way to him, wrapping your arms about him, your hand rubbing along the fabric that covered his chest. “I..I do not know what you mean, cousin.” He trembled from your touch. His cock hardened instantly, threatening to peek through the fabric of his pants.

“Don’t play coy, cousin. I’m sure you do…you are a man..are you not, Jacaerys?” You whispered the warmth of your breath hitting his skin caused a shiver to go down his spine. “Yes, Y/N I am.” His breath hitching in his throat, feeling your breasts pressing against his back. “So I’m sure you think about a beautiful maiden coming undone on your cock. Yes? And I know you must touch yourself.” You were a little nymph causing chaos. Running your fingers across the part of his pants where a slight pique was seen. His body tensed, the heat within his stomach growing hotter with every touch from you.

You reveled in how nervous you made him. Your soft lips laying chaste kisses on his neck. The hand that teased his pulsing member quickly found it’s way within his pants feeling the warmth and girth of his cock. Your cunt was already dripping from your own arousal, your thighs rubbing together to relieve the ache. “Y/N…this isn’t a good idea..what if we’re seen? You giggled, “They’d have to marry us on the morrow I suppose.”

Squeezing his cock a moan came from you both and the desire within you had to be satiated. Removing your hand you ducked underneath the table quickly freeing the throbbing beast from its cage. Even with you feeling him you couldn’t have imagined how well endowed he was. You licked your lips and smiled up at him while he watched in complete silence. He was in awe and just how naughty you were and how turned on he was by it. “Please, let me show you, ñuha zaldrīzes.” “my dragon.”

Your tongue licked from the base to the tip of his cockhead. He watched you in amazement, feeling nothing but pleasure radiating through him. You smile up at him slowly taking the entire length into your mouth and down your throat barely gagging. “Oh Gods…”, he groaned his head leaned back and his jaw slacked. You watched him underneath hooded eyes filled with lust.

You moaned at the taste of him, while your fingers found your clit rubbing slow intense circles around it. Your juices dripping down your inner thighs. He writhed within his seat keeping his hands to his sides barely keeping himself together. You smirked to yourself and pulled away not wanting him to explode just yet. Getting up you sat on the wooden table hiking up your skirts so your bare ass rested against the smooth surface. Legs wide you exposed your needy cunt to him.

“Do you want to try something for me, my love?” He was too busy staring at that pretty little cunny of yours to hear so you grabbed his chin making him look at you. “Y…yes.” He responded before you crashed your lips into his. The kiss was a mess it seemed to be his first you thought. Teeth clashing, lips desperately trying to find one another he couldn’t hold back anymore and grabbed your waist pulling you in closer.

You pulled away and he followed wanting your lips against his again. “Can you lick me too, my Prince?” You mused leaning back slightly on your hands. He but his lip hungrily. “Yes, but I’m afraid I won’t be any good at it.” You giggled and leaned forward kissing him again before leaning back. “That’s alright, I’ll teach you.”

He pulled you in your ass now on the very edge your legs resting over his shoulders while he was underneath the skirts of your dress. He inhaled your scent and growled lowly and how your smell enticed him so. “So first…open up my cunny and you should see a small bud.” He did as he was told and quickly found what she was describing brushing a finger past it slightly causing her to jump. “Yes, that’s it. So your going to lick that with your tongue, not to rough or too soft. But, with enough pressure that it feels just right.” He hesitated but did as she said, cooing from the taste of her only stopping to be reassured that he was pleasing her.

Her hand reached to run through his short brown locks and he continued his sweet assault on her clit. Her hips bucking into him every now and then making his nose hit her sensitive bundle of nerves almost sending her over the edge. “You’re doing so good…” You can barely get your words out and with your reactions, Jacaerys is growing more and more confident. He begins to take control lapping and sucking vigorously. Your back arches from the immense pleasure you were feeling.

“Oh Gods..yes…yes..” Your almost there ready to come undone on his tongue at any second and then he stopped causing you to chase after that high that was slowly leaving you. He peeked from your dress standing to show he throbbing cock. Which looked rather painful with how aroused he was. He looked at you his eyes begging for relief from this torment and you knew exactly how.

Grabbing his cock you led him to your entrance. Lining him up with you properly your violet eyes stayed on his and in an instant it’s like something clicked within him and he knew. His hips bucked forward slowly pushing himself into you. The stretch was different than what you experienced before, but the way he filled you up was amazing. Your back arched and his wrapped his arms around your waist feeling your slick walls taut around him.

After letting himself and you get use to one another he began pumping into. His cock reaching places you didn’t even know existed. “Oh..fuck, Jacaerys.” You tried your best to stay quiet in this library, but it was impossible. Your sighs and cries of passion echoed about the walls and anyone nearby could definitely hear you. Is this what he was missing? He thought to himself, burying his face into your neck. His teeth sinking into your flesh while his hands grabbed onto the soft plush flesh of your ass.

He growled like an animal taking what was his and you had no idea he had it in him. He was usually so sweet, but right now he was giving you exactly what you wanted. You could feel yourself getting close to your pique again and he hesitated knowing his climax was soon approaching as well, but he pressed on kissing you desperately moaning and growling into your mouth in excitement. “Mmm..please keep going..I-I’m going to come…”

Burying his face into your chest his moans grew louder and his pace picked up until your slick painted his cock causing him to spill his seed inside of you. Stream after stream of his seed filled your womb and you sighed in relief. He panted heavily kissing your lips, face and neck. Wanting to do it again, but the giggles of hand maidens quickly brought the two of you out of your orgasmic haze. “I think that wedding might be coming sooner than we expected, ñuha zaldrīzes.”

To be continued?…

I hope you all enjoyed!!!! It’s supposed to be a one shot, but if you’d like me to continue let me know in the comments. 💙

#jacaerys x you #jacaerys valaryon x reader #prince jacaerys #jacaerys strong #jacaerys fic #jacaerys smut #hotd jacaerys #fic rec #hotd fanfic

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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I just read the kimono gun x reader head canons and was wondering if you could do them with seongjun?

Seongjun? Ah fuck it might as well throw in a little bonus Ryuhei too. These 2 are uh... Very much opposites in my head. Pretty sfw.

Baek Seongjun x Reader: Kimono

Seongjun felt his pulse quicken at seeing you elaborately dressed in a kimono.

"Do you like it?"

"Of course," and his hand tips your chin to plant a kiss, while the other caresses your figure.

He runs his hands all over you, taking in every inch and every detail, impressed at your meticulousness.

It was almost a shame to undress you. Almost.

With each article Seongjun removes, he places kisses on newly revealed skin or settles for sucking at the sweet spot by your collar bone and leaving hot trails on your neck.

Each layer he takes off gives a little more access to your body, letting you feel the heat of his hands on you.

He never speeds up, unwrapping you with the utmost patience and reverence. Rewarding your efforts with care.

Flattery falls easily from his lips, you feel hotter and more flustered with the different ways he describes how much he wants you.

When he finally reveals the hadajuban on your bare skin, with nothing else underneath, Seongjun lets out a groan and finally carries you to bed.

He lays you down and gives you a passionate kiss, leaving you panting and wanting more.

Seongjun continues leaving a path of kisses on your body. He moves down, down.

Reaching the final destination between your bare thighs, he spends the night worshipping you some more.

Ryuhei Kuroda x Reader: Kimono

It wasn't that Ryuhei had no sense of reverence, but seeing you dressed up In his country's traditional clothing, just for him? You really could drive a man crazy.

"Are you wearing-"

"No, you told me I couldn't wear any,"

You were rewarded with a salicious grin before he pounced on you. Immediately his hands ran all over your body, fondling and groping despite the heavy fabrics and layers.

His mouth crashed on to yours and his tongue parted your lips greedily. Ryuhei breathes a mix of curses and praises and pleas about how much he wants you, how beautiful you are, how much he loves you for doing this.

You're a little surprised at his eagerness, but when you felt a hardness poke at your thigh - you admit, that grabbed your attention too.

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youaintnothinbuta · 1 year

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elvis - “got the blood pumping quite a bit there, hey sweetheart?”

Summary: You and Elvis were watching TV together after eating dinner but his jeans cause you a little grief as he can’t seem to get comfortable underneath you.

Pairing: elvis x fem!reader (or austin!elvis if you prefer)

Word count: 1,659

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, oral (F receiving), daddy kink, praise, unprotected sex, p in v.

MASTERLIST

A/N: go easy on me this is the first bit of smut I’m publishing :) ALSO THAT MF GIF OKAY DAMN

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You and Elvis sat on the couch together, you in his lap as he had his arms curled around your waist, watching TV after dinner. Elvis moved to sit his body more upright, making one of your legs fall down one side of his thigh. He pulled your body further up on his, having your weight sit more on his lap than his legs as he got comfortable. He hadn’t yet changed out of his jeans, sending a shooting feeling of fire through your core as the thin material of his underwear that you were wearing as shorts was dragged against your most sensitive of areas. All you hoped was that his jeans were too thick for him to be able to feel your pussy throbbing against him, desperate for his attention.

He could feel it. He could feel it way stronger than you would’ve thought. Stronger than you want him to, at least.

His hands gripped either side of your waist and squeezed you tightly, yet gently. He decided he wasn’t entirely comfortable with the way he was seated, and that the way for him to get more comfy was to press his thigh upwards a bit, and then pop it back down where it was before, making you let out a little gasp.

“Got the blood pumping quite a bit there, hey sweetheart?” Elvis chuckled, teasing.

You snapped your head around to face him so fast you’d have thought you got whiplash. “You can feel that?”

Elvis chuckled, biting his lip, “Yes, sugar. I can feel it very well. Now, would you like me to do something about it?”

Oh good god, that was the sexiest thing he possibly could’ve said.

You knew you were in for it tonight. Some days Elvis was sloppy and desperate, he just needed you no matter what. Other days he was cocky about it, teasing you, making you desperate, wanting a night dedicated to you. This was certainly going to be one of the latter.

You lent your back against him, turning your face upwards to meet his.

“Mhm.” You nodded. Elvis crashed his lips against yours, his kiss soaking with passion. Your lips explored each others for a while. He pulled and bit on your bottom lip, the kiss becoming hotter and heavier with each breath.

“Come on.” He mumbled against your lips and patted your hip. You stood up off of his lap, feeling dizzy with lust. He stood up, turning off the tv. He waited for you make your way to the bedroom, he followed close behind, close enough to have his hips accidentally bump into your back once or twice. You entered the bedroom, he shut the door behind himself, as you stood there, shyly, waiting for him.

“On the bed.” He ordered. His voice was stern, but not aggressive. You did as he said, taking a seat on the bed.

“On the bed, Y/N. I can’t eat you from that angle, now can I?” Elvis spoke as he came over to you, pulling your knees apart and urging your further back onto his bed, his body following you as you pulled yourself backwards, resting your head on your pillow.

“That’s a good girl.” He purred. He layed between your legs, propping himself up on his elbows, his eyes ever shifting between your face and your crotch. His pinky finger tugged at the waistband of his underwear that you was wearing, you felt the liquid leak from your body onto the fabric as he did so. His other fingers lightly grazed circles and lines over your tummy. He played with the waistband for a bit, just watching your face as he ran his fingers all over the soft skin of your crotch. You’d never known a tease quite like him.

“I suppose I should get these off of you.” His eyes shifted from yours to your hips.

He slowing peeled them off of you, “God, sake. Always makin’ such a mess of my clothes, aren’t ya?” His shook his head, his voice was low, sending shivers up your spine.

He closed your legs to get his underwear off of your body by your ankles, before reopening them, pulling each of your knees down either side of him. Your body was just putty in his hands, he moved you, you listened. He studied your heat, eyes wandering around your body as he used his thumb and index finger to part your lips, his touch making you jump a little. He chuckled a little, smiling up at you with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Sensitive tonight, ain’t that right, baby?” His gaze burnt your face, you felt your cheeks physically heat up and change colour as you nodded in response.

“Perfect little pussy.” He mumbled as he drew his attention back to your core, going to kiss your inner thigh. He gently pulled apart the folds of your pussy with each of his thumbs, you could feel the air he was breathing out brush against you. With no warning, no warm up, he licked one long stripe from your sex up to your clit.

“Oh, god.” You gasped, your head thrown back from watching him to watching the ceiling. He cocked an eyebrow up at you and paired it with the cockiest of grins, pausing for a second, to make sure you really wanted it. You whined, looking down at him, he shook his head slightly before going back to lick another stripe of your sex. Elvis wasn’t nearly as vocal giving you head as he was when fucking you, he instead preferred to spare his breath for sucking on your clit, and listening to all the noise coming from you, yet somehow how was just as communicative, if not more, with those facial expressions of his. A continuous string of whimpers, whines and moans left your mouth as Elvis worked his lips against your pussy, licking, sucking and kissing you just the way he knew you liked.

“Elvis, that’s it, I’m so close.” You mouth hung open in awe of the feeling he was providing you with. Elvis heard these words and by god he didn’t dare change a thing he was doing.

“Come on, baby, come for me.” With his final words of encouragement you let yourself go all over his face, he gently licked you clean as you came over his lips and chin. He crawled up over you smiling as he brought his face to yours. You kissed his lips, wanting to taste yourself secondhand.

“Noisy little bird, aren’t ya?” He smiled, kissing you.

“Shall I pipe down?” You asked, cheeks pink and burning.

“Don’t you ever even consider it.” His voice grumbled from deep in his throat. You smiled, burying your face in the crook of his neck as your body contracted, still coming down from your high.

“Still going?” He asked, impressed with himself.

Your abdomen contracted again, forcefully bringing your head to smack against his chest.

“Shit, baby, that’s fuckin’ hot. Came so good for me, didn’t you?” He praised you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled his weight down onto you, wanting something to hold onto and be pressed against as your body convulsed periodically underneath him, a whimper escaping your lips with each contraction.

“Good girl, daddy’s got you,” he kissed your forehead. “Oh, that’s it, sweetheart, you hang on to me now. This’s a big one, you really needed that one, didn’t ya, darlin’?” He talked you through coming down from your high, separating the words he spoke with kisses on your forehead, cheeks, lips and just about anywhere else he could reach without lifting his body from you.

After he was sure you’d calmed down, he stood up, stripping himself of his shirt and those jeans that had gotten you into this situation in the first place, his underwear going with them.

“Gonna give me another one, baby? Come on my cock this time?” He hummed, lining himself up with your dripping hole. He took your face in his hand, making you hold eye contact with him as he slowly pressed himself inside of you.

“Takin’ me so well, such a good little girl. You gonna come for me?” He crooned.

All you could reply with was a string of weak little moans.

“Don’t get me wrong, baby, I love all the pretty little sounds you make when I’m deep inside you but I don’t got all day, answer me baby, gonna come for me?”

“Oh, god, yes, please.”

“What are you gonna do for me?”

“I’m gonna come.”

“Who for?” He slammed into you, each thrust going deeper into your body.

“Oh, fuck!” You took a sharp breath. “You, daddy, I’m gonna come just for you.”

“That’ta girl.” He grunted. He soon was unable to speak, picking up the pace rapidly as a thread of deep and desperate grunts and groans left his lips.

He licked his thumb and pressed it to your clit. He needed you to come around him, he needed to feel your tight pussy walls squeezing his cock, milking him. Lucky for him, that was all you needed to be sent over the edge. You tightened around him, your legs locking around his hips as your head was thrown back and stars clouded your vision. Just seconds later, he hurled himself forward into you one last time, melting into your chest as his hot come spilled out into your pussy, catching his breath against your the skin of your neck.

“Fuck.” He muttered, breathless. You ran your fingers through his hair, “I love the way you make me feel.” You mumbled to him. He didn’t move, just laid there inside of you, recollecting his thoughts.

“I love you.” He replied, pulling out of you and holding your knees open as he watched his come drip out of you and run down your ass, before getting a tissue to clean you and himself up.

#elvis x y/n #austin elvis imagine #elvis x you #elvis #elvis x reader #austin!elvis x y/n #austin butler

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splaede · 2 years

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AFTER DARK. Armin Arlert (CH. 1)

☰ pairings: Armin x Reader, Slight Eren x Reader

┌─ ✮⭒｡ story summary: Armin was tired of being seen as an innocent, goody-two-shoes, little flower boy. Instead, he wanted to be seen in a more romantic and…sexual light. You just couldn’t turn down a sweet boy like him, so you agreed to hone his charms and teach him special…skills.

And he turned out to be much more powerful (and hotter) than you'd ever expected.

└─ ✩⭒｡ story #tags: fluff, angst, smut, friends to lovers, friends w benefits, drama, jealousy, hurt/comfort, manipulative armin, virgin armin, loss of virginity, childhood friends, lots of tension, nerd armin, and then he glows up, love triangles, unrequited love, gaslighting, lots of buildup

☰ CHAPTER ONE. armin's question

┌─ ✮⭒｡ chapter summary: A heavy question changes the trajectory of your life, and you settle your feelings by striking a deal with a special friend.

└─ ✩⭒｡ chapter warnings: none

☰ table of contents | next chapter

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It was hot. So, so hot.

With the way the sun's fierce light pierced through your eyes, you couldn't help but stir awake with a groan, wincing and pulling away, and only then did you decide to force your eyes open. You despised it. Waking up was the hardest thing you could do every day, and even worse if it was involuntary.

You sighed and instinctively grabbed your phone, seeing that it was only 12:02 PM. Noontime was always the brightest and hottest. You skimmed over your messages, narrowing your eyes at the most recent one.

Sasha: connie pissed himself

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Never mind. You set the phone down and shut your eyes.

God, you despised how bright it was—how hot it was—and how the sunlight had seeped through the thin of your skin. You squeezed your eyes, hoping to sleep it off again, but the light was still too bright, glowing a vivid orange through your eyelids. It was dreadful, and you could only frown at your interrupted peace.

Not only that, you felt something laying on you—something lying along the curve of your waistline and on the crook of your neck, a mass of heat pressing down onto yours.

And then you felt it.

A breath. A slow, warm breath that bled into the fabric of your shoulders and grazed the skin of your ear.

You quickly sat up, a mixture of shock and confusion contorting your features. As you did so, the arm that was previously slung around your waist and the head resting on your shoulder slid off of you and landed on the mattress with a soft thump.

You weren't alone. Someone was on your bed.

The sound of a soft groan broke the silence and you immediately snapped your head to your left.

Oh, it was just Armin.

A sigh of relief tipped out of your mouth as you watched the boy frown and rise from his sleep, one slim hand coming to tousle the blonde locks on his forehead and the other one rubbing his eyes. His bangs were splayed on his forehead and slick with a light sweat. You watched his serene expression through tired eyes—the way a droplet of sweat trickled down his neck and the way his lashes scattered beneath his closed eyelids.

Unfortunately, your relief was cut short as the heat came back to your senses. So he was the one making it so uncomfortably hot. Alongside the sweltering weather and the warmth that radiated from his body, your nap had been cut short. You sat upright on the bed with distaste on your tongue.

"Armin...?" You called out, his name slipping out of your mouth with confusion. Although, you truly weren't all that confused; it was just Armin, after all. The sleepy boy only replied with a delicate yawn.

"It's so hot," you muttered to yourself, reaching an arm to wipe the sheen of sweat on your forehead and fanning your face with your other hand.

The windows were right next to the bed, gray curtains were drawn wide open. So much light and so much warmth poured in, seeming to sting and scald every crevice of your skin. Then the realization struck you.

This wasn't your room. It was Eren's.

You recognized those curtains, dark and solid. It matched his blanket and pillows, which were currently strewn messily on the floor as you and Armin sat on his king-sized bed. You peered at his cluttered desk, glancing at the young photos of you and Eren plastered on his wall. You spotted an old Fortnite poster that was still hung up for some strange reason (you'd humor him about it later), then his closet, which was untidy and piled with wrinkled clothes.

Oh, right, you remembered why you were here. It was a typical Saturday afternoon for your friend group—one where you, Eren, Armin, and Mikasa would hang out.

Now you had a lot of things on your mind. Why were you sleeping in Eren's room—and with only Armin? And where was Eren himself? Why didn’t he turn the AC on? A spiral of questions rang in your head, blurred by the exhaustion of heat and the drowsiness of sleep. It didn't feel good to worry when it was already hard to ignore the overload in your system.

"Why is it so hot?" Armin finally spoke up, voice breathy, head reclined onto the wall. Sweat melted down the curve of his Adam's apple as he gulped. The sight almost looked provocative.

"Why are you so hot?" you muttered, tone accusatory.

His normally pale face instantly flushed with a deep rosiness. Armin looked down, stumped by surprise and the suggestive undertone of your words.

"Wait, wait—what?" he met your eyes with bewilderment.

You let out a cheery laugh, finding it funny that he took it another way. It was entertaining seeing Armin get flustered. It was...adorable. Armin's face seemed to grow redder. It only egged you on to laugh even harder.

"Kidding. I'm just messing with you. Your body was so hot, though." Your arm came up to wipe away more sweat from your forehead, and you rolled your eyes. Lips curling into an amused, mischievous grin, you remarked, “Had me sweating.” From the corner of your eyes, you could see him smiling a nervous, bashful smile as he cowered away from your gaze.

But your grin died down as fast as it came, and you frowned, remembering the situation you were in. You were still sitting in a stuffy room with no clue as to where the host of the house was.

"When did we fall asleep? And is Eren or Mikasa home?"

He shrugged (the slight hue of rose on his cheeks was still evident), shoulders brushing the silky strands of his blonde hair. "He said they're out buying stuff. I'm not sure what, though." Armin sheepishly chuckled.

You nodded and yawned, and a prolonged moment of silence fell over the two of you. It was a comfortable silence—just you and Armin in the moment, silently basking in the noontime heat. You sank deeper into Eren's bed, and when you finally lifted your gaze, you found that Armin was looking at you, soft blue pastel eyes boring into yours. His face had the slightest tint of pink to it—almost as if...he was still blushing? No, you quickly denied it; it was just the heat, after all.

A tired sigh seeped out of your mouth once again, and you started to speak. "You know, Eren and Mikasa always seem to be together," you noted mindlessly.

"Yeah. Of course." He nodded. "I mean, they've known each other for a long time."

"They've known us for a long time, too."

Armin glanced at you once more. It was a soft glance, mellow—a glance where the light blues of his eyes were glossed with sleepiness.

"I'm pretty sure Eren likes her," you continue. Maybe it was the heat, or maybe it was your tiredness, but the words escaped your mouth faster than you could register.

Armin slightly frowned at that, shooting you a confused look. How random.

But it seemed to spark a question in his head.

He scooted closer and reached out to let his hand rest on your shoulder, the very same spot where his face was buried just a few minutes ago. He leaned in close—listening close—as if you were about to reveal your biggest secret, and he was going to catch it.

"Do you like him?"

His sudden question rang as clear as day into the hot and crisp air, lingering, unanswered. Your hot breath tingled against his skin as you became all too aware of the heavy silence. Where did this come from? It was unexpected of him, but you were oblivious to your own intentions when you brought up their relationship in the first place. You just woke up, for goodness sake. Your answer should have come easily, yet you found yourself pausing and narrowing your eyes at Armin.

The question repeated itself in your head.

Did you like him?

"Armin—"

You went quiet as the sudden rumble of the air conditioner sounded throughout the room. Slow footsteps echoed outside the door, feet tumbling down the hallway. It surprised you, but you soon relaxed and sighed in relief. They must be home. You took this as an opportunity to tuck Armin's earlier question away into the back of your mind. You'll ponder it later. Hopefully, he'll forget about it soon.

The bedroom door sprang open with a fast click, revealing Eren clutching a plastic bag.

He's here.

He stood at the doorway, a black tee fitted on his figure and loose jeans adorning his legs. Your eyes trailed up to his hands, where his grip on the bag seemed a little too tight—tight enough that veins started to crease his knuckles. You could faintly see a thin-stringed necklace that peeked out from his collarbones, slipping under his shirt. Nothing fancy, yet he effortlessly looked so good. What seemed out of character was the fuzzy white slippers on his feet that said "#1" on one shoe and "dad" on the other. You almost burst out laughing right then and there.

"Yo," Eren greeted, slippers padding against the wood as he took steps closer, only to stop abruptly in his tracks. His usually stoic face melted into confusion and mild surprise. Eren's eyes, teal like jade stones, slotted over the expanse of his bed. "Am I interrupting something...?"

There you sat with Armin (who was still red-faced) with bodies close and breaths intermingling, faces dazed and tired, his pretty hand on your shoulder, and most importantly, sweat running down your skin. The crystal-like shine in Eren's eyes seemed to dissipate and darken into shock. What he saw was two of his friends, who looked suggestively suspicious, on his bed doing who knows what. Not to mention that his bed was a mess, and pillows were scattered on the floor.

"Did you guys...fuck or something? Shit, on my bed, too..."

A sliver of horror swirled to the back of your mind, all the way back to where the breathy sound of Armin's "do you like him?" had been shoved away. The idea of you liking Eren made nervousness wash over you, and even more so when Eren's inappropriate insinuation dawned on you. No, you and Armin are best friends— you and Eren are best friends.

Before you could even speak, a stupefied Armin spluttered out a response, eyes wide and cheeks beet-red, "N-no no! It's nothing like that!" His hands waved in front of him defensively.

Eren slowly raised an eyebrow. "Yeah..." he drawled. He, who hasn’t moved an inch, looked down to the scattered blankets, back to you and Armin, and narrowed his eyes even further at your sweaty faces. The slightest, slightest twinge of pink dusted Eren's cheeks. "Sure ..."

Right then, Mikasa followed in with quick steps. Her pretty face was as stoic as ever, and she, too, carried plastic bags in both hands. The silence was beckoning, and she seemed to notice the tension.

"Is something wrong?"

All eyes dart to her. Eren shuffled on his feet and came close to her ear.

"They had sex on my bed."

Mikasa's eyes went wide, brows quirked and lips tight, and she heard a soft " oh my gosh" coming from your direction. You and Armin reacted the same way—kind of, as his jaw dropped and he blushed hard, but you quickly slapped a palm to your tired face. Eren was always full of surprises.

"No, it’s not what you guys think!" Armin's hands came up in surrender.

You laughed and got off the bed, amusement playing on your lips and eyes. "We didn't fuck, Eren. We just woke up." You yawned.

"Woke up from fucking."

"No. We were sleeping."

"Sleeping with each other."

"No."

Eren rolled his eyes and trudged closer to you, leaving behind a quiet, confused Mikasa.

"You guys were very close." He paused. It wasn't a long pause—just long enough for him to rake his eyes down your taunting stare and your disheveled appearance—before he resumed, "Actually, forget it. Why is my shit on the floor?" His brows furrowed, and he pointed to the pillows and blankets strewn across the floor.

You rolled your eyes at him. "Since when is your shit not on the floor?"

Upon your remark, Eren seemed taken aback but nonetheless amused. "Not true." He huffed and lightly kicked your legs with his dad slippers. Your mouth broke into a wide smile as you brought your hands up to shove him playfully. Instantly, his arm came up to quickly block you, tanned and veiny. The plastic bag rustled in his grip when he moved. "You're asking for a fight you can't win, now."

Too drowsy to deal with his antics, you shoved his arm and plopped down onto the ground as you motioned for your friends to sit. "Just shut up and give us the food."

As if the tension suddenly dissolved, everyone scurried onto Eren's fuzzy carpet as the bags were tossed onto the floor. Armin slid down from the bed, who—unbeknownst to you—watched the exchange between you and Eren with intrigue.

The contents of the bags were dumped onto the carpet: a mix of candies, chips, and a few canned drinks, followed by a...My Little Pony plushie? You couldn't help but laugh, Armin chortling after you.

"Oh." Mikasa took the plushie with a shy frown. "That's mine."

The group erupted in soft laughter. It was a complete contrast to her personality, since something so cutely pastel contradicted her dark aesthetic. "What's that for, Mikasa?"

"It's cute." She blinked. "I'm putting it in my car." With the same shy expression, she tucked the toy into her lap.

"Mikasa, what are you, five?" Eren jabbed—not in a demeaning way, but in a soft, playful manner.

"Hey." You smacked his arm with a bag of chips. "I think it's cute." From the corner of your eyes, Mikasa’s expression bloomed with a rose-lipped smile.

Eren feigned injury as he rubbed the spot where you hit him. "Nobody likes you,” he mumbled.

Nobody, huh? You pretended to contemplate it, hand on your chin. "Hm, Jean likes me." You let his name ring out like silk sheets, stressing the velvety tones of the vowels. Surprised gazes fell on you.

"What? Does he really?" Eren coiled back in confusion, chuckling. Everyone knew Jean and Eren always had something against each other, and the most trivial of things would set them off at each other's throats. But no one knew where it started—it was likely meaningless kid rivalry that eventually continued into their adult years. Friends, frenemies—who knows?

"First it's Mikasa, then it's you," he noted, lips pressing into a thin line.

"Oh, um...when did this happen...?" Mikasa perked up. Curiosity pooled in the grays of her eyes, an innocence that you rarely discern on her. "I haven't mentioned this yet, but Jean asked me out again earlier this week. I said no. Is he...is he messing with the both of us?"

Eyes wide, you refuted, "No way, Jean's not the type to do that. I was just joking about him liking me."

Eren leaned forward with his arms on his knees, and you couldn't help but notice the taut, pleasing way the shirt sleeves hugged his toned arms. "Well, do you like him?"

Again. It was that question again. Only this time, it was about someone else. Jean was undoubtedly hot and tall, but you weren't going to admit that. Before answering, you found yourself locking eyes with Eren, whose pearl gaze burned into yours. For a moment you stammered your response.

"I—no, no. I don't like him."

The conversation ended there, but not yet shifting to another one. You took this moment to recollect your thoughts and simmer down from your little slip-up. There was a sense of unresolved tension lingering in the air...or maybe that was just you? All you could think about was Eren’s question. It was reminiscent of Armin's question.

You mulled over it in your head. Who did you like? Was there even anyone?

Eren?

"Armin, you've been awfully quiet." The man holding your attention broke you out of your thoughts.

Under the penetrating gazes of his friends, Armin seemed to shrink, startled and caught off-guard like a doe-eyed puppy—a puppy with pretty blue eyes.

"Oh, uh, I didn't mean to be." He gave a shy smile and looked down at his hands. "I'm just...enjoying my gummy worms." He held up his opened bag of gummies, popping one in his mouth.

You and Eren watched as Armin offered the bag to Mikasa, whose dainty, manicured hand dove into the bag for a gummy worm—just before Armin fumbled and dropped the whole packet on the floor. His embarrassed gaze rose from the carpet to you as the following string of words crossed his ears.

"Do you like anyone, Armin?"

It was the third time that question had been asked, and you sat expectantly after the question left your lips. This time around, you shot it right back at the culprit of it all.

The blonde froze like a deer in headlights, the blue water of his eyes reflecting a strange nervousness.

"What? N-no...I don't like anybody. Um, not really..." Armin stammered, voice gradually growing quieter. Slowly, a faint rosy hue spread across his cheeks.

"Judging from that reaction, you do." Eren smiled.

"Is it Annie...?" Mikasa asked.

Armin's blush grew scarlet deep, like a blister on hot skin, settling so pretty on his cheeks and ears. "No, s-she's just a friend from boxing."

You didn't know Annie that well—just a petite, serious girl whose droopy eyes struck you cold. You met her through Reiner, but only very briefly.

"Armin, we already know," Mikasa reassured him, but you doubted that it made him any less hesitant.

"I—" Armin accepted defeat. "Yeah, um, I like her. Was it that obvious?"

"Sort of,” she replied.

You laughed at Eren's remarks, Mikasa's attempt at reassurance, and Armin's bashful fluster. As two of your friends overwhelmed Armin about his newfound crush, the impending feeling of heat struck you one last time.

"It's really hot in here. I'm gonna go turn the AC up,” you listlessly huffed, stumbling onto your feet to leave the room.

"It is pretty hot," Eren mumbled, waving you off.

As you lumbered down the stairs, you didn't fail to notice the extra pair of footsteps that pattered behind you. You glanced back, only to find that it was Armin. What was he doing here? Or rather, what was he going to ask now?

The sensation of a hand against your skin startled you. A gentle hand on your forearm drew you back.

"You like Eren...don't you?" Armin spoke lowly into the dim light, eyes equally as dim, pupils careful and trained onto yours. Your brows crinkled, lips parting to answer—more specifically, to say no. But as his gaze drilled into yours, your tongue froze at the roof of your mouth, and the words constricted inside your throat. No answer came out. You couldn't even swallow, nor try again, nor brush it off like you usually do. Hell, you couldn't even think.

Because right now, you didn't know the answer to his question, and no was definitely not one of them.

Another feather-like tug retrained your senses on Armin. He leaned in a little closer, so minuscule that you wouldn't have known any better. "Y/N, I know you do,” he persisted. Though he whispered, everything he said rang loud in your ears.

You looked beyond the stairs, right where Eren and Mikasa were seated in his room.

"Armin, come here," you murmured. With that, you tugged his arm pulling him outside to the backyard. Armin didn't say anything as you led him, and he didn't dare let go of you. The sliding door opened with a click and closed with a slam.

It was even hotter and even brighter out here, even where the shade of the porch overhang.

Armin was wide-eyed, and the rest of his face remained apprehensive. "Why are we out here...?"

"Just in case,” you blurted out. You didn't know where to start. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to tell Armin this.

Nothing to lose, right? You trust him. Armin is your best friend.

You took a deep breath.

"I do like Eren." You paused. "But I don't...know. Fuck, the thing is...I can't tell if I want him romantically...or platonically."

Armin knitted his eyebrows together in confusion and tilted his head to the side ever so slightly. His hand was still clasped onto your forearm, yet he made no move to change it.

"I don't know if I'm feeling this way just because I crave intimacy, but I also want to...be with Eren. I'm not sure of my feelings, but something is definitely there." For a split second, your eyes flitted down to his hand before you continued, "Please don't tell a soul."

Armin nodded and smiled, so pleasantly charming. He removed his hand from your arm, looking at you with those deep, heavenly eyes of his.

"I was like that with Annie at first,” he gushed.

You don't know what prompted you to chuckle, but you did. Maybe it was the cheesiness and youthfulness of the situation: just you and Armin whispering about your crushes like children on a hot summer day.

After a beat of silence, he continued.

"Hey Y/N, um, how about you help me? You have experience with love, so you can help me with Annie. And I'll help you get with Eren. Or, I'll try to..." He mutters the last part quietly, almost shyly. "He's my best friend—I know him the most."

You could only stare at him quietly.

"Deal?" He beamed.

You nodded. The midday heat radiated against your skin as the scent of freshly-cut grass flitted about your senses. As you stood with Armin under the blue shade of Eren's back porch, the moment dawned on you.

This was the pinpoint of what was soon to blossom.

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Hello!! Saw you taking requests so i wanted to give one :3

How about Vendetta Leon with a chubby nb person as his partner? Sex and/or fluff please! (Ive never requested one of these before so I'm a little shy!)

when the sun hits

summary: a collection of leon centred thoughts based on this request!

warnings: a little bit of angst, nsfw marked accordingly, that’s it i think :]

a/n: thank u for the request dear anon!! enjoy :-)

His strongest piece of love language is physical affection and I will die undefeated on this hill. When he’s home from yet another debilitating mission, staggering through the darkness of his shared home with you with his shoes clattering against stone cold lumber, he’ll smile softly when he sees you curled against the bed — he finds himself drawn to join you, spooning you from behind with a quiet, satisfactory groan, burying his face into your skin. When you react, pull a groan from the recesses of your body at the feel of his stubble against your body, he’ll only smother you further with the feel of it, creasing with small pauses of laughter as you attempt to escape him.

Another piece of love language is also communication. days when you’re feeling ill at ease or out of place from some source of thoughts or really, something fabricated out of nothing at all, he returns love back to you in a way that has you smiling again. He’ll do anything — jokes? Locked and loaded. Comfort movies? Television is burring on already. Hugs, smothering and warm and full of the smell of him on the couch, with nothing else better to do? Check marked. If it makes you feel better, he’ll offer you a shirt, something inked with the addictive smell of him, because he knows how much you flit with the reminders of him.

Indulges into his love for your thighs like it’s his lifeline. often times, especially at his most habitual, he’ll lay dormant against your thighs, stationary and won’t move at all. Sleeps like a hog against the plush ride of your thighs, stagnant even when you attempt to awake him in any other way feasible. For the darker, hotter side of things, he’ll probably be too awkward to suggest anything lewd of the sort. It’s funny to imagine this rookie-cop-turned-acclaimed-agent as a sputtering, scratchy mess, but the thought is messy — you’ll have to be the one to offer it to him on a golden platter, in the name of experimenting. In a tone that has him skittering for your skin beneath his hardened fingers, gripping it with vigour only won in the name of his want for you in bold, syllabic words. Once he’s got his cock fending in and out between your clenched thighs, with no shame and little care for the pathetic noises he’s making, he’ll literally burst in seconds. He can’t even fathom being embarrassed when he’s sliding against the squeeze of your thighs for the umpteenth time.

We know this man is stacked and loaded when it comes to that bank account — buys you everything and anything you’ve ever wanted. Even if you slightly impress his ears with some talk of “those shoes look nice” or “look at that bear holding that heart—so cute…” there’s already transactions being made, as he distracts you, uses that guise to swiftly tap his card and hide the product behind his back. You’ll notice him and hold him in suspicion — “what did you do?” and he’ll swear it’s nothing, until the cat is out of the bag, the product of interest in your hands as you plaster him with kisses. Maybe, just maybeeee, it get’s comically worrying — his habit in scouring for you smile through these purchases often has him swiping and tapping his card aimlessly, and you have to physically heave him out of the store, with his eyebrows cut in a furrow, a frown, a “wait, what’s wrong? I just want to buy you this one thing, baby,” “leon, we’re holding four bags worth of items.”

Although some days are harder than others, he aims to give you a 100 of his effort when he can. That includes spending a prolonged amount of time with you, maybe securing tickets to the movies, or some other event that has you teeming with appreciation and love. And sometimes, he’s on the receiving end of such love — with his struggle with alcohol (prior to meeting you and as a cataclysmic product of the horrors of 1989 and following) he’s willing to take that stretch, walk the tight rope. He’s willing because he loves you and you love him and for what it’s worth, he’s willing to be better. A cut above the semblance of the man he was before :]

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