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Zhongli x Reader (Smut)
Pairing: Zhongli x You/Reader (Female Reader)
Sexual content under the cut.
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You have known Zhongli for a very long time now. You were with him before, after and during the Archon War. You were his, closest companion, best friend and lover. Nothing could ever seperate you. But lately you couldn't help but feel a little jealous. Currently Zhongli has a new client, his name: Childe. They had become close friends, a bit too close. You knew you had nothing to worry about, but you couldn't help but be worried.
Today Childe was over at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor for tea, once again. You couldn't help but glare daggers at male as you poured tea into his cup, who was taking the attention of your beloved. He chuckled nervously.
"Mr. Zhongli perhaps you could convince your fair lady to stop glaring at me so." He pleaded with his eyes.
Zhongli lifted his face from his tea, his gold eyes observing you and Childe. You had turned your gaze away from the latter looking at the teapot.
"I was doing no such thing." You spoke softly and moved away from Childe's seat.
Zhongli watched you and despite your words he could sense your hostility towards him. As you approached his side he grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap. You blushed softly putting your arms around his neck.
"Perhaps a bit of discipline is in order." Zhongli spoke, his deep voice resonating through your body. Childe choked on his tea and put his cup down.
"Well in that case, I must thank you for your hospitality and be on my way." Childe bowed politely and stood from his chair. Swiftly he left the parlor leaving the both of you alone.
"It seems you chased him away." You let out a fake pout. Zhongli chuckled his hand sliding down your waist to your ass.
"Isn't that what you wanted, my dear?" He brought his lips close to your ear. You shivered feeling his hot breath on it.
"Since you seem to be jealous of him," he continued his hand that wasn't on your ass traveled up inbetween the slit in your golden cheongsam* and up your thigh, "I'll show you that you have no reason to be."
He lifted his hand that was on your ass to your face making you look at him. He kissed you passionately as his fingers stroked your clothed womanhood. You moaned into his lips as you let your legs spread apart, giving him better access. He let out a little chuckle at your compliance before he let his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues tangled and danced together. He continued to stroke your womanhood, his movements becoming faster and harder when he felt your panties become damp. You moaned as you let your fingers dive into his hair pulling it out of tie that was holding it, letting it fall loose on his back. You could feel him getting hard beneath you, you wanted to make him feel good too. With one arm still wrapped around his shoulders for support you brought your free hand down his chest unbuttoning all the buttons to his jacket and dress shirt. Before reaching his pants, you traced his abs with your soft, delicate fingers. Zhongli shivered at your ghostly touch. He began to crave more. He broke the kiss. He looked at your flushed, out of breath state.
"My dear, I'm afraid I'm done playing around." He lifted you from his lap and set you on the table in front of him.
"M-Morax," you blushed profusely. His gold eyes shimmered and darkened with lust. You usually addressed him as Zhongli ever since he began to lead a normal life in Liyue. You only ever called him Morax when you were in private, he enjoyed hearing his name leave your luscious lips, and it drove him crazy.
He undid the bows holding your cheongsam closed, and exposed your body to him. He couldn't get over how beautiful you were, despite some of the scars you have from the war. But they didn't bother him, in fact that's what made you more attractive in his eyes. You felt a bit embarrassed that he was staring at you so you lifted his chin so his eyes met yours.
"You're making me shy." You whispered.
"There's nothing to be shy about, your beautiful." He leaned down pecking your lips, hooking his fingers in your panties pulling them down. You shivered feeling the cold air brush against you.
Zhongli's pecks turned into deep kisses. He dropped your underwear to the side his hands gliding up your legs to your hips, pulling you close to his waist. His clothed and hard member rubbing against your bare pussy, the friction making you moan loudly. Your hands grabbing the hem of his pants, making quick work of his zipper pulling them down along with his boxers. You felt his now freed member rub against your clit. You wrapped your legs around his waist. You let out a shakey moan as Zhongli broke the kiss, leaving butterfly kisses down your chin to you neck. He attached his lips to your neck as he slid himself inside you.
"Aaah~ M-Morax." Your back arched up pressing against his chest. In reciprocation he pressed his body against yours pushing you against the table as he entered you deeply. He leaned his forearm against the table to stabilise himself.
Your arms flung around his back, your nails digging into his back. He groaned deeply detaching his lips from your neck, your skin now a deep shade of purple. He looked into your eyes as he pulled out and slammed back into you. Your eyes fluttered close as the most lewd moan escaped your lips. Zhongli's eyes narrowed as he bit his lip letting out a moan. He began to thrust into you quickly and deeply. You struggled to open your eyes due to the pleasure but you wanted to look at him, you wanted to say his face and you weren't disappointed. The look on his face gave you butterflies. He was extremely turned on and it was all your doing. Your moans started to get louder. Zhongli smashed his lips against yours. You were still in the parlor after all, and people walking could probably hear what's going on. Despite this he didn't let up on his menstruation, in fact he deepened his thrusts, hitting your g-spot. Tears of pleasure began to fall down your cheeks, you didn't want to see the scratch marks you made on his back right now. After a few thrusts he could feel your walls tighten around him causing him to moan into the kiss, which caused your undoing. You came around him, feeling him twitch and release inside you. It was the first time he had ever done that, but that was the last thing on your mind right now. He broke the kiss the slipped out of you. He pushed his body off you leaning his hands on the table. You heaved heavily, trying to regain your breath. Zhongli noticed your left over tears and wiped them away.
"So tell me, is there anything to be jealous of?" He chuckled softly pecking your lips before standing up straight to fix his clothes.
You smiled, shaking your head as you sat up, "no." You blushed, then realization hit you and your blush deepened.
"M-Morax, you-you," you looked up at him and he smiled coming over to clean you up.
"I think it's time we start a family don't you?"
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relief~zeke jeager x reader
credit to verbartt
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wrote this at fuckin 5 am. dont mind spelling/grammar errors
not modern au
warnings/tw; smut, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m! receiving), mouth fucking, kinda rough, smoking, a little angst and fluff
“still get brain when I smoke cigarettes”
summary; zeke has been too stressed, so you help take some weight off his shoulders.
w.c; 2.0k
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zeke never let himself breathe for a second, he was always moving around, stressing over everything warriors related. even if he got some time off, he couldn’t stop the swarm of thoughts that would bug his mind.
you were fifteen when he first pressed his lips to yours, so excited to finally inherit the beast titan, something he had trained for nonstop. the kiss was so sweet, as your hands rested in his soft cheek and grabbed at his blonde hair, running your hand through his undercut, he was seventeen at the time. your little sneaking around turned into a mature relationship, him asking you to move in with him when you turned eighteen.
you were now brushing through your hair, untangling the locks slowly as you glanced at the clock on the wall, it was almost midnight, zeke should be back from his meetings by now. you wanted to surprise him. you knew he was under a lot more stress right now as he usually is, having lost the colossal titan to paradise, and not even being able to return the attack and founding titan. he was so overwhelmed, and you wanted to help him as much as you could.
so you wore his favorite set of lingerie, white matching lace panties and bra, the bra was barely there, the flimsy material showing your nipples fully.
as soon you heard the sound of the locks on the door of your home being turnt, you made your way to the living room.
and there he stood, head pressed back against the wall, pinching between the bridge of his nose with his index and thumb, eyes scrunched shut. he was wearing his everyday “warrior” look, the cream colored coat with his white shirt underneath, red tie matching that god forsaken armband.
you stepped closer to him, your hands traveling to his shoulders, he flinched as his eyes shot open, his face relaxing again as he saw your face, “relax baby, it’s just me.” you smiled at him as you caressed his cheek, his beard tickling your palm. he sighed, leaning into your touch, “i’m sorry, it’s just today was so fucking stressful, reiner and porco got into an argument, and magath wanted to talk to me about how—“
you cut him off, not giving a shit what magath wanted to talk about. smashing your lips on his, he hummed as your tongue pressed against him, wanting to fully kiss him. his eyes slowly fluttered and closed, giving you permission into his mouth. your tongues danced with eachother, cleansing his brain from all thoughts about his work. only you mattered now, only your lips, only your tongue, only your smell. only you and your presence.
his hands started making their way to your waist, stopping when he felt your bare shoulders and the lace wrapped around you. he pulled back, looking down at you, as his eyes glistened with lust. he looked you up and down a last time before stopping on your face.
“you got yourself all pretty for me, baby?” he said with a lopsided smile, you nodded enthusiastically. he ran his hands along your waist, stopping on your hips. he kept his gaze on your eyes as he gave a harsh slap to your ass, making you squeal and jump forward into his chest, he kneaded the flesh with his palm. looking down at you as your noses were almost touching. he gave another squeeze to your ass, “jump.” and you did, you knew he would catch you. he always would.
he lead you both to the couch in the living room, putting you down as he sat down on the couch infront of you. you looked down on him, waiting patiently as he loosened his tie, tugging on it with his veiny hands. he threw his coat on the other couch and started unbuttoning his white shirt, leaving it on.
you stood there, playing with the small white ribbon on your panties, now getting impatient, but you knew zeke would like to take his time with you, especially if he was stressed, he would want your time together to last forever. he grabbed his pack of cigarettes, putting one between his lips as he lit it with a match. he put his left arm behind his head, sinking into the couch, right hand taking the cig from his own lips as he blew out some smoke.
he moved his two fingers holding the cigarette up in a swirling motion in the air, “give me a twirl, would you?” you twirled, circling around yourself as you turned again and stared at him. he was a sight for sore eyes, one leg on the other, cigarette between his lips, white shirt unbuttoned, giving you a sneak peak of his toned abs and the blonde trail that led down to where you wanted most. his bulge prominent in his pants, making his pants unbelievably uncomfortable.
he grunted as he took another hit of his cigarette and blew the smoke out, turning the short bud off in the ashtray next to him on the couch.
he immediately brought another cigarette to his lips, lighting it as he nodded his head towards you, “come here love, on your knees.”
you obeyed, walking towards him and kneeling right infront of him, your face leveled with his crotch, eyes looking up at him with innocence and love swirling in them. he brought his free hand down to your face, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear. he held the side of your face as his thumb drew circles on your hair.
he brought the cigarette in between his fingers down to your mouth, grabbing your jaw and putting it between your lips as you took a puff, he tightened his fingers on your jaw and quickly closed the space between you both by bringing you forward. your noses touching, you blew the smoke into his mouth, he inhaled it eagerly and leaned back into the couch.
he looked down at you with hooded eyes, “go on then.” you leaned forward as you balanced your elbows on his thighs, pressing a soft kiss on his clothed length that was begging to be released at this point. your hands made their way to his belt, opening it slowly.
you slid his pants down to his ankles, looking up at him as you grabbed the waistband of his boxers, his eyes filled with lust as he took another puff of his cigarette, tilting his head back on the couch and giving you a show of his neck flexing as he blows the smoke in the air.
you finally take off his boxers, his cock finally being freed from its restraints and slapping his stomach. the tip was flushed red, pre-cum coating it. he groaned, bucking his hips up, making the thick tip hit your cheek.
you wrap your hand around his length, your hand looking tiny compared to the generous amount of length and girth he had to give. you were practically drooling at the sight, the sound of another match being lit made you look up, he was lighting another cigarette. nodding and motioning for you to continue as he inhaled and exhaled the smoke.
you kiss the tip, before licking it and putting it in your mouth, earning a grunt from zeke. his free hand gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail, taking another puff from his cig, “gonna fuck your mouth ‘kay? stay still for me, love.” he says with a deep voice, making you press your thighs together as you nodded.
his hold on your hair grew tighter as he brought your head down his length slowly, you hummed around him, your eyes rolling back as you squeezed his thighs, giving up control. “good fuckin’ girl.” he started bobbing your head slowly with his hold on your hair, “that’s it,” his voice broke midway as his head fell back on the couch, taking a puff from his cigarette, his hand stroked your hair as his hips bucked up into your mouth.
tears brimmed around your lashes, his cock hitting your throat with each thrust as you moaned around him, you couldn’t take all of him, so you tried to put your hands on where your mouth couldn’t reach, quite a lot of it too. but he stopped you, grabbing your wrist and shaking his head, “only want your pretty mouth, baby.”
you were aching at this point. rubbing your legs together to find some kind of friction, that didn’t go unnoticed by zeke. with a growl, he pulled you off of his cock, grabbing your waist and putting you down on his lap. he quickly threw the rest of the small bud of his cigarette in the ash tray, moving to plant wet kisses on your chest.
you moaned and squirmed as he kept kissing your neck, biting and nibbling occasionally to leave marks. his cock, still wet with your saliva rubbed against your clit through your lace panties. he brought his hand down, pushing your underwear to the side as he raised you by your waist, positioning you above his glistening cock.
he looked up at you with a smirk, your eyes filled with tears of lust and need. he slowly brought you down, your mouth wide open as you took him in. he was barely halfway in as he hissed, “s’ fuckin’ tight.” you gasped and squeezed his biceps as he brought you down completely, burying his eight inches in you.
your tits pressed against his chest as he groaned, giving light kisses to your shoulder, he set a slow pace by guiding your hips on to him. both of you panting messes.
you wrapped your hands around his neck, you were both lost in eachother’s eyes. he clenched his jaw the same time you clenched around him, “fuck, i—argh i missed you baby, been so fuckin busy.” you nodded, moaning as you tugged at his hair and brought his lips to yours. the kiss messy and sloppy as your tongues wrapped around eachother. “i missed you too.”
he tightened his grip on your hips, fucking into you at a fast pace as his balls slapped your ass with each thrust, the sound of it mixing with both of your moans and promises.
“z-zeke! ‘mmm gonna cum..” you whimpered, clenching around him tightly, teeth biting down so hard on his shoulder that it drew blood, “c’mon love, come for me, gonna fill this tight cunt up s-so good. ” he rubbed slow circles on your clit with his thumb as he kept fucking into you. with one last thrust, he released in you with a grunt, thick white ropes filling you up as you came down from your high.
your head lay on his shoulder, beside your ear you could hear the sizzling and feel the hot steam coming off your previous bite mark, his skin healing soon after you had marked him.
you drew small circles around the healing skin, sighing, you could never mark him. you really wanted to, you wanted for everyone to know that he is yours. especially his stupid fan girls all around marley. he buried his head in your neck, inhaling your smell that calmed him whenever. “i’m sorry.” he muttered against your ear.
you grabbed the back of his hair, making him look at you, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, your other hand playing with his beard. “don’t mention it.”
it wasn’t his fault anyway, it was his titan powers. you didn’t want to think about it, you already spent too long doing so when you’re home alone. always trying to somehow ready yourself for the next couple years when he’s going to— you would fail, always ending up a sobbing mess.
you ran your hands though the back of his hair, smiling, “you need a haircut, zeke.”
he squinted his eyes, “no i don’t.”
you flashed him your tongue, tugging on his hair slightly, “i want your undercut back. the one you had when you first kissed me,” he raised his brows “and i’m gonna give it to you myself.”
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i am not a zeke fucker. no. still hate him. still not over season 3. or 4.
okay maybe i feel a little bad for his backstory
NO. *also cries when grisha yelled at him— or when they -MANGA SPOILERS- when he told zeke he loves him :((*
anyway no. i’m a levi fucker for life. levi hates him i do too.
*also daydreams about going down on zeke when he’s smoking* UGH OKAY BYE
#i repeat i am not a zeke fucker#shut up don’t ask me why i wrote this then#zeke slander#i hate zeke#stan levi#stan erwin#zeke jeager#zeke jaeger smut#zeke jaeger x reader#aot#snk#snk smut#aot smut#attack on titan smut#zeke yeager#zeke yeager smut#zeke yeager x reader#zeke smut
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Ooooh can I do positions with Sebastian Stan???
Omg hi!!!🖤 Thank you sm for the request, I hope you like it!🥰
Thank you for the requests!! And thank you for the support love! I hope you enjoy this and my other requests (which I need to do soon)!🖤🥰 @its-izzys
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a/n: Decided to switch it up for this one and made the song about Seb’s feelings towards the reader:)
warnings: Some smut for you filthy animals😉
Heaven sent you to me
I'm just hopin’ I don't repeat history
It has been known that Sebastian has poor judgement in romantic partners. Now, that doesn’t apply to everyone he’s dated but there are a few who were just out of line. Everyone knew he wasn’t the best at relationships. His family, friends, heck even his fans could see through the facade of his so called “girlfriends”. He could never tell the difference between someone who’s using him and someone who genuinely liked him. Sebastian was one to be intoxicated with his feelings and loses himself in the moment. Which was probably why he never found anything wrong with the ‘candid’ paparazzi pictures or the constant posting of proof that someone was with him.
You were different from all the other girls he had dated. You were like Spring to his Winter. You symbolized a new beginning for him. Like how Spring would mark the beginning of a new season with its blossoming flowers and the awakening of animals, you brought liveliness to his cold and dark life. You actually terrified him to the core. He was afraid to fall for you because you were well off on your own. In his head you didn’t need him, but he needed you. You kept the grown man on his toes and without you he was not sure how he would survive.
Unlike the other girls, he was scared to loose you. Not only were you the most loyal, selfless, kindest, and caring person he knew. But he knew you genuinely loved him for him. He knew that you could care less about the fame, his social status, or the money. You wanted him for him. You wanted him at his worst, at his best, all parts of him. And it terrifies him that he could fuck it all up in an instant and loose you completely. If that happened he wouldn’t know what to do because he’s never experienced a love like yours. Compared to the others, he wasn’t going to repeat history and make stupid decisions, this time he was going to try and not fuck it up.
Boy, I'm tryna meet your mama on a Sunday
Then make a lotta love on a Monday (Ah, ah)
Never need no (No), no one else, babe
’Cause I'll be
Sebastian would do anything to make you happy. Seeing that contagious smile on your face always gave him butterflies in his stomach that made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
“Hey Sebba?” You asked as you knocked on the wall of his home office one day. Sebastian’s eyes leave the script he had been reading for the past hour and a half as he turned to your figure leaning against the doorframe. You were cladded in one of his sweatshirts and a pair of those biker shorts that made your bum look incredible.
“How was your nap, draga?” He was about to get up from his swivel chair when you motioned for him to stay. You settled yourself onto his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck.
Resting your cheek against his head you began to play with the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck.
“It was good. Except someone wasn’t there when I woke up.” You softly answered as Sebastian pressed light kisses along your neck.
“The bed was cold without you.” You frowned against his hair. The scent of his shampoo filling up your senses.
“I’m sorry, I got excited when the script came and I couldn’t help myself.” He apologized as his squeezed your hips.
“Yeah, I know.” You chuckled as you leaned back to look down at him. He stared up at you with those ocean eyes that you just wanted to constantly dive into.
“Oh! I forgot to ask you.” You jumped in his lap as you remembered the text your mother had sent you earlier that morning. Sebastian nods at you, “What’s up?”
He saw how you slightly shrunk into your body and how your arms unwrapped around him so you can fiddle with your fingers. A little tic you had when you were either nervous or embarrassed. Sebastian comfortingly pressed his large warm hand against your back as the other took one of your hands into his.
“So...um. My mom’s birthday is during the weekend and we’re planning on having a dinner party with the family.” You started as you looked at your and Sebastian’s connected hands.
“My mom said she’d like it if you came along. She wants to finally meet you and she thinks the rest of the family would too.” You finished as you glanced up at him.
You were quick to tell him that it was his choice. You didn’t want to pressure him into suddenly meeting your family. Though it would be nice for him to finally meet everyone, you had to respect whether he was ready or not.
“Yeah! Yeah, I’d love to come!” He immediately agreed, a wide smile on his face that made the sides of his eyes crinkle. Your head snaps up to him in shock. You were expecting to find a playful glint in his eyes but it was nothing but sincerity and joy.
“Wait, you want to meet my family?”
“Of course I do, draga. It’s your family we’re talking about! They’re the most important people in your life and it’d be an honor to meet all of them.” He explained as he gripped both of your hands. Sebastian felt himself smile when he saw the corners of your lips raise to your cheeks.
“You have no idea how much this means to me, Seb. Thank you!” You excitedly wrapped your arms around him again pulling him into a suffocating hug. You felt his chest vibrate against yours as he chuckled.
He hummed as he savored the feeling of your limbs wrapped around him and how elated he felt when you were around him. Wrapping his arms around your figure he mumbled into your ear, “Plus, I should finally thank your parents for creating the love of my life.”
Switchin' them positions for you
Cookin' in the kitchen and I'm in the bedroom
I'm in the Olympics, way I'm jumpin' through hoops
Know my love infinite, nothin’ I wouldn’t do
That I won't do, switchin’ for you
The aroma of spices lingered around the house after the delicious dinner Seb had cooked. You guys decided to have an at home date night since the two of you weren’t in the mood to get all dressed up for a restaurant. Plus Sebastian had just gotten back from the airport after months on end of filming in Atlanta.
The two of you were now out on the balcony of your shared apartment sipping on glasses of wine. The two of you looked out towards the city as you leaned against Sebastian’s chest. There wasn’t much talking, just the sounds of the city and each other’s breathing.
“Thank you for dinner. Although, it should’ve been me cooking for you, because you literally just came back from filming.” You turn around in his arms as you admire the man in front of you.
“No, I wanted to cook for you. You’ve been so understanding with my job and the hectic schedules. Plus we had to be apart for so long, I owe you.” Sebastian explained as he moved a strand of hair from your face.
You shook your head at him, “You don’t owe me anything, Seb. You’re just doing your job and I understand that.”
“No, I do. I get that we had our night time calls and FaceTime sessions but it just isn’t the same as being in person with you.” He started.
“You’ve been so supportive and patient with me. While I’ve left you waiting here for so long.” He shook his head at himself before looking down at you. His blue eyes now dark with longing and lust. He leaned down to brush his nose against yours. His plush lips leaving a lingering kiss on your own.
“Let me take care of you, (y/n).”
Perfect, perfect
You're too good to be true (You're too good to be true)
But I get tired of runnin', fuck it
Now, I’m runnin' with you (With you)
Sebastian laid you down gently on the cool comforter of the bedroom. The atmosphere around you two felt heavy as your lips clashed together with desperation and passion. Though the months of not seeing each other were miserable, it began to all feel worth it when you felt his touch for the first time again.
Your hands roamed his body, only stopping when they were hovering over his sweatpants, where a bulge was starting to form. Sebastian pulled away from your lips and took your hand, placing it to rest along his shoulder.
“No, don’t worry about me. This is about you, I just want to focus on you.” His voice was soft and quiet compared to the events that were about to go down between you two.
He gazed down at you for a moment before his palm came up to rest against your cheek. He latched his lips onto yours, nipping at your bottom lips to grant his tongue access into your mouth. Your tongues poked and licked against each other. The heat below you was getting hotter and hotter, making your heartbeat race and a thin layer of sweat to form on your body.
Sebastian moved on to kiss along your jaw and neck. He stopped at your neck, nipping and sucking on the skin until a mark began to form. He helped you take your shirt off, throwing it aside to land on the floor. He watched as your breasts bounced in your red lace bra as you landed on your back again. He sucked in his breath as he looked at you through hooded eyes.
“Take this off, Sebby.” You voice was low with sultry as your nails teasingly dragged on his abs. He yanked his shirt off and threw it to the side. He dived down to claim your lips again, his hands running down to grip your thighs and wrap them around his torso. He ground down on you causing you to softly moan as his clothed crotch pressed down on your mound.
His mouth teased your nipples through your bra. He grazed his teeth along the lace material before sucking on your clothed nipple. He repeated the same action on your other nipple. You pulled on his soft hair as you watched him concentrate on pleasuring you. Your nipples were now peaking against the lace, wanting to be freed from the material. One of his hands flatten on your back and fiddle with the bra until it comes undone. His warm tongue attaches to your breast as soon as they’re exposed, giving them both the attention they needed.
He helps you take your shorts off before removing his sweats. He shifts himself so he’s laying in between your legs with your soaking heat in front of him. You feel his breath against your core causing goosebumps to form on your arms and legs.
“Draga I could smell you all the way here. I’ve been making you wait for too long, huh?” His voice teased you with hints of dominance. He enjoyed the effects he had on you. The way you instantly opened your legs for him and how he was the only one who could make you dripping wet without even doing anything.
You nodded against the pillow and looked down at him. A smirk was on his lips as his nose swiped along your clothed slit. He pressed a searing kiss above your mound as his eyes remained connected to yours.
“Who made you this wet, baby?” He asked huskily against your heat. He felt you clench around nothing as he kissed the wet lace that covered your pussy.
“You did, Seb.” You breathed out.
“Damn right I did.” He pulled your panties off you, the cold air meeting your heat. His mouth was agape as he was met with your heat glistening with arousal. He moaned at the sight and stuffed his face between your thighs. You let out a moan as your eyes fluttered shut.
His tongue flattened against your folds until he found your bud. His mouth latched onto it, sucking and licking at your clit. You emitted a moan, your back arching, as his mouth helped release the tension that was building up in you. He hummed in approval as he brought his fingers to spread your wetness through your folds. His finger teased your entrance before it smoothly slipped in. Sebastian groaned as he felt you clench down on his finger. He moved his finger in and out until he felt you ease up around him. He added a second finger stretching you out a bit more. He made a come hither motion with his fingers as they rubbed against your walls. When his fingers began hitting a familiar spongy area, your toes curled as you hips rutted against him.
He wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you down. You were a mess above him. One of your hands gripping the sheets as the other pulled on his hair. Your head was thrown back, your hair sticking to your face as you moaned at the immense pleasure Sebastian was giving you.
“I can feel you. C’mon baby, cum on my fingers.” He rasped out before his tongue flicked rapidly at your bud. Your knees had came up to your chest as the tension in your body had reached a peak. With the harsh and fast movements from his tongue and fingers, you came with a loud choking moan as your body trembled above him. Your cum spilling all over his hand. Sebastian licked you clean as you came down from your high. He kissed your thighs before coming up to rest his forehead against yours.
“I missed the taste of you. Missed you so much.” He muttered as he licked his fingers. He left some of your cum on his fingers so you can have a taste of yourself. You sucked on his fingers until they were clean of your juice.
Sebastian pressed a sweet kiss to your lips as he lined himself up with you. One hand interlocked with yours while the other led his cock into your sensitive entrance.
“Te iubesc.” He said as he pushed himself into you. Your breath hitched as your walls hugged onto his length. You were filled with him to the brim. You felt the veins along his length and the weight of him in you.
“Si eu te iubesc.” You whimpered as he pushed even deeper into you. His eyes intensely locked onto yours as his hips rocked back and forth. His cock pushing in and out of you. He was dizzy with the feeling of you around him. You were like a drug and he was addicted to you. Everything about you was perfect. He fit into you like a puzzle piece, like you were meant for him, and he didn’t need anyone else. Just you.
This some shit that I usually don't do (Yeah)
But for you, I kinda, kinda want to (Mmm)
'Cause you're down for me and I'm down too
Sebastian would do anything for you. If he could, he would take you around the world to show you new places that you’ve been dreaming of visiting. He wasn’t afraid to show you off. Of course, he was private when it came to your relationship, but when he had the chance to show you off he always took it. He was proud to take you to premieres and introduce you to his friends and co-stars. Everyone could see how deeply in love he was with you. They’ve never seen him so entranced with someone. From the way he looked at you to how his hand was always protectively on you.
Sebastian thanked his lucky stars as he watched you lean against the balcony railing of the hotel you two were staying at in Paris. You were watching the city below you as the wind blew against your hair. The sun shined on you enhancing your natural glow. You looked so relaxed and carefree as if you’ve never had experience a day of stress in your life. He saw a small smile on your face as your fingers skimmed the rail.
You turned around to see Sebastian sitting on a chair inside the bedroom. He was staring at you, a dreamy look on his face. You smiled at him and giggled.
“Get over here and look at the city with me.” You motioned for him to come over as you held your hand out for him. He got up and took your hand, bringing it up to press a kiss on your knuckles. You turned around to lean against his chest as his buff arms wrapped around your figure. His head rested on your shoulder, pressing kisses against the bare skin every few minutes.
He could stay there for eternity. You in his arms as you both silently watched the hues of pink, purple, and orange take over the sky in Paris. You were all he needed, it didn’t matter where he was, he just needed to have you with him.
draga ~ darling
te iubesc ~ I love you
si eu te iubesc ~ I love you too
#ally’s 700 celebration#ally’s requests#marvel#mcu#avengers#Sebastian Stan#sebastian stan oneshot#sebastian stan headcanons#sebastian stan drabble#sebastian stan smut#sebastian stan x reader#sebastian stan imagine#Bucky barnes#Bucky barnes x reader#Bucky barnes imagine#winter soldier
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good for you || Jimin
Pairing: Jimin x reader
Summary: Jimin can't help the way he drowns himself in you. Why should he anyway?
Word count: 2.9k
Genre: PWP / Porn With Feelings, Fwb!au
Tags & Warnings: smut, (sub!jimin kinda, soft dom!reader, oral (male receiving), vaginal sex, praise kink, sub space I think), explicit language.
Also available on Ao3
A/N: I really needed to write that one to get it out of my mind lol. It’s really just smut. It’s also technically a college AU but it’s not mentioned at all so yeah, do with that what you will. I might write some more for this AU after I’ve written more for if I can never give you peace but yeah, in the meantime I hope you’ll enjoy this!
It seems that Jimin just can’t stop drowning himself in you.
He doesn’t mean to, really, nor did he mean for it to happen. He didn't realize the power your eyes could have on him, didn’t think he would end up only able to think about you and your lips, didn’t imagine that after getting a taste he would constantly long to be back in your arms. Even when he waits for you to text, checking his phone more than he’d like to admit, he tries not to think about what you do to him exactly.
And then you do text, and he’s already ready to go and meet you, because he misses your touch so badly. When he gets there, you open the door and you smile at him, and he knows, he just knows. He’s a goner.
You’re quick to pull him in, fists gripping his open jacket, and then your mouth is on his. Your tongue teases his bottom lip, and he opens his mouth, more than happy to let you in. The kiss is slow and languid, wet noises filling the room as you move against him at a torturous pace. That’s not how he usually kisses, much more partial to fast, hard and passionate, but for some reason, you’ve imposed your rhythm since the very first time, and he’s helpless against it.
You wrap your arms around him, tip of your fingers playing on the nape of his neck, and he shivers, which makes you grin. You press yourself tightly against him, breaking the kiss, and he’d like to say that he isn’t aching for you already, but that would be a lie. He’s even panting already. Your trail your hands down his arms, setting his skin on fire, and intertwine your fingers with him. You don’t say a word. You don’t have to, not when you’re looking at him like he’s one of the world’s seven wonders. He feels himself melting under your eyes. He’s not the shy kind, he’s really not, but under your burning gaze, he can’t help but glance away. A soft laugh escapes your lips.
You guide him to your bed and press your hand against his chest to push him down. It shouldn’t be enough, really, but he can’t do anything other than follow your movement. He looks up at you, feels lonely without your touch, and he has to hold back a whine — he’s not going to whine. Fortunately, you’re quick to follow, straddling him and kissing him again. Your hands dip under his shirt and he moans when you trace his abs. He’s sensitive all over, when you touch him.
You pull on his jacket like it’s offended you personally — it hasn’t, and in fact, you really like the way he fills it, like it when he has it on when he comes to see you — and Jimin obeys your unspoken order, discarding it as fast as he can. His black t-shirt soon follows, this time with your help, and you let out a satisfied hum when he’s finally bare chested.
You take a second to contemplate him, and you find your breath catching in your throat as you do. He looks beautiful, insanely so. Your hand rests on his chest, and you can feel it heaving quickly, feel the fast pace of his heart under your palm, but more than anything, you can’t stop looking at his face. His lips are parted and swollen from the kissing, his eyes wide and his hair messy, falling on your mattress.
He shifts under you, glances away. He feels vulnerable under your eyes, even if he can read the adoration in your expression. Maybe because he can feel the adoration. He doesn’t know how you do it. He just can’t see what you see in him.
“Aren’t you going to—”
You kiss him abruptly, silencing him, and your hand comes to cup his face. Your hips grind against his crotch, and he groans in your mouth. He’s getting hard and he knows you can feel it. He also knows you’re going to take your sweet time to get to it.
And you do. For a while, you’re content with just kissing him, and it’s frustrating to no avail to feel your still clothed body pressed against his naked chest. It’s frustrating that you’re not doing anything, and it’s frustrating that even then, he just takes what he’s given and doesn’t dare to ask for more.
Finally, fucking finally, you start making your way down. You press kisses against his jaw, flick your tongue against that sensitive spot on his neck that makes him gasp, and start kissing his chest. He wants nothing more than to lay back and enjoy himself, but he pushes himself on his elbow, because he can’t get enough of that sight, of the way you worship his body like every part of him is worth being adored. It just— gets to him.
His head does roll back when you get to his lower abdomen, possibly even more in anticipation of what’s to come than because of the sensations that you send running through his body. You slow down even more then, dragging your tongue over the sensitive skin. You’re enjoying yourself, and you’re happy to drag it on a little more.
“Please,” he finally breaks, “please—”
He doesn’t have to say more. In a swift movement, you’ve opened his pants and freed his cock from his underwear. He’s painfully hard. With someone else, or the first few times this happened, he might have felt a little embarrassed, but he can’t muster that right now. He’s just buzzing with anticipation for what is to come.
You take the time to look at him one more time before you wrap your lips around his cock, and the sight might just get to him as much as the feeling. The second you’ve taken the tip in, he falls onto his back, a loud moan echoing in the room. He feels your mouth stretch around him, knows you’re smiling. What can you say? You love the sounds he makes.
Even now, you’re keeping things slow and burning hot. It’s not something Jimin thought he would particularly into, before, but he hasn’t tried to take control since the first time you dropped to your knees in front of him, and he doesn’t think he will, not when it feels so painfully good when you do things at your speed.
You use your tongue to tease the head, wrapping your hand around the base of his shaft, and you start bobbing your head. You know just how he likes it, how to stroke him, when to pull away so things won’t end too soon. Soon, Jimin is a moaning and whimpering mess, arching his back to push himself in your mouth without meaning to. He’s pressed a hand against his lips so he won’t be too loud, and you wish you could hear him a little better, but it’s fine that way too.
“God, God, I need— I need—”
You glance up at him. You really wish you could see his face right now, but the sight of his arched chest, as one hand is desperately gripping your sheets, will have to do — and it does really well.
“(Y/N), I need—”
You’ll give him exactly what he needs. You push your head down, taking him in deeper than you had before, and accelerate your pace, just a little.
It doesn’t take long for him to come in your mouth with a loud call of your name, back arched so much you wonder if he’s going to break.
After that, you pull yourself up to press a kiss against his lips. His eyes are half-closed, and he returns the kiss, still lost in pleasure.
“You okay?” you ask softly.
He likes that you do that. He can’t explain why, but he likes the way you check on him after intense moments, likes the way you care for him. He shouldn’t, probably. He’s in too deep, considering what this is — what the fuck even is this? —, probably reads too much into your actions, but he just can’t stop himself. It’s like watching a car crash happen, except he’s in the driver’s seat and he’s staring at the wall he’s driving towards, and all he does is step on the accelerator.
Ha. Who’d have thought he’d be the one to catch feelings?
“Fine,” he says. “Just give me a second.”
You hum, resting your head on his shoulder. You fit nicely there, he decides as he lazily wraps an arm around your waist.
You don’t even have to do anything to get him hard again. You’re just there, breathing against his neck and you’re tracing shapes on his chest with your fingers, and it makes him tingle all over. He does feel you pressed against his side, though, and he thinks about how you didn’t get any satisfaction, wonders if you’re wet — knows you probably are — and soon he’s pushing himself up, to kiss you this time.
Even if he takes the initiative, you’re the one who’s in control, you set the slow pace, throwing him off his rhythm, and he just has to follow. You smile brightly when he pulls away, and once more, he finds himself falling apart under the way you look at him. There’s just enough satisfaction in your smile to let him know you know exactly what you’re doing to him, and the thought almost makes him whimper. Almost.
Jimin takes a second to kick off his pants and underwear, trying to compose himself, and when he comes back to you, you’re unclasping your bra. He swallows painfully when it falls down, eyes roaming over your body. It’s not like he hasn’t seen you before, but it does get to him every single time, the confident way you sit there, tilting your head under his eyes as if to silently offer him the view.
He unbuttons your jeans, and there’s a slight shiver when he pulls them down, but your legs part easily, offering no resistance. He traces the shape of your pussy through your panties, feels how wet you are indeed, enjoys your sharp intake of breath. You affect him so much, and he’s happy to see he at least does something to you.
He’s careful, almost deferential when he slides the panties down your legs, and he licks his lips when he finally gets to take you in in all your glory. He’s pretty sure he could just push himself inside you right now, and he’s more than ready to go again, but he doesn’t want to hurt you.
He starts with a finger, which enters you easily, and your lips part for a silent “oh”. Watching your reaction, he inserts another one, slowly fingering you open. You close your eyes, stay mostly quiet. You’re not very loud in bed, you told him with a shrug the first time, and it has nothing to do with how good the sex is.
Still, he feels pride every time he manages to get a noise from you, which is why he slowly scissors you open, and drinks every soft, discreet moans that come from you. He’s vaguely aware that even in that situation, when he could be in control, all he’s thinking about is your pleasure, but it’s distant thought.
He grabs a condom from the night table where he knows you keep them — stops himself from wondering if he's the only one to use them, if there’s anyone else who knows where they are in your room —, and after he’s rolled it on, he finally lines himself up with you, silently asking for your permission and you give it by reaching out for him, setting your hand on his hips to guide him.
He groans once he’s entered you. The feeling is overwhelming, with how warm and tight you are around him, and he relishes the way you roll your hips slowly and carefully, the way you guide him over you as you lay on your back. It takes him a while to adjust, and again, he wishes he could understand why, what is is about you exactly that makes him lose his defenses. Fuck, he’s about as far from a virgin as it gets, he shouldn’t be feeling like that.
But when he opens his eyes, you’re staring at him, and again, he’s so vulnerable under your fascinated gaze. He turns his head away from you until his lips are brushing against his shoulder, and immediately, your hands are cradling his face, gently tracing his cheekbones.
“No, no,” you call, practically cooing, “look at me, please, baby, you’re so beautiful, I just want to look at you.”
And he melts. He just. Fucking melts. You wrap your legs around him, keep rolling your hips to meet his thrusts, and he falls in your hands. It feels like there’s nothing else in the world, certainly nothing that matters outside from you and your warm body and your soft hands and your gentle words as you keep telling him how beautiful he is, how fascinated you are by him until he’s trembling and throbbing just from your words.
“Let me?” you offer, and he does.
He rolls over easily and you climb on top of him, grabbing his cock to put it back into you immediately, and when you do, you close your eyes and let out a moan. You may be doing it for show, he’s not sure, but he doesn’t care, because even then, you’re doing it for him. Just for him.
Your hips start moving up and down, rhythm slightly faster, because you know he’s starting to get exhausted, and also because you don’t think your own thighs will be able to keep up much longer. You support yourself on his chest, and the entire time, you keep eye-contact with him. You meant every word you said. Jimin is absolutely beautiful and you don’t think you will ever get enough of him.
This time, when he lifts his arms in front of his face to shield his face from that look that makes him feel like he could shatter any second, he does it just so you can grab his wrists and pull them away, just so he can hear you tell him again how beautiful he is and how you want to look at his face because you love him so much. When he covers his mouth, it’s to hear you tell him that he has the prettiest voice you’ve ever heard and that you’d like to hear it some more.
After that, he mostly lays there, unable to do anything but take what you give him. His hands find your hips and grip them tightly so he has something to hold, to anchor himself to, because his head is swimming with all the praise you just gave him, and he lets himself moan loudly, whine, for more of you, for everything you’re willing to give. He’s just absolutely and desperately yours, and right now, he doesn’t even try to fight it.
You lean in to kiss him, slow and sloppy, and then you grin, and fuck if he doesn’t come almost immediately because of what he sees in your eyes, that spark of intense satisfaction. It feels possessive, and right now, he wants it — needs it — to be. You reach down to rub your clit. You’ve been desperately wet basically since you got him half-naked on your bed, and it’s about time you do something about it. And Jimin is mesmerized by the sight. So much that when you pick up the rhythm even more — which is still not that fast — he’s not sure if he comes because of how you look when you’re touching yourself on top of him or because of the delicious sensations he gets from how your walls clamp around him.
He feels you getting off him, taking off the condom, but he doesn’t move, spent and slowly coming back to earth.
It helps when you lay down next to him, helps when you gently kiss him back to reality, helps when he can grab your arm and pull you a little closer and you just let him.
“Don’t go,” he begs, and he’s not sure why.
“I’m not going anywhere,” you reassure him. You do that every time, let him know you’re right there, that you care for him and won’t let him alone with whatever it is he’s feeling, and every time he can relax a little faster knowing you’re telling the truth. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Thank you.”
You giggle lightly, and that helps finish to undo the spell.
“My pleasure, Jimin. My pleasure.”
He likes the way you say his name. Maybe he could ask you to say it, next time, when you’re telling him how beautiful he is. He’ll see if he gets the courage to ask.
“Mine too,” he grins for now, getting back his usual composure and attitude that you strip away so easily it almost makes him question himself.
You laugh again, press a kiss against his temple, and it’s all good, fine, and Jimin can stop thinking about how he feels about you.
Until next time, at least.
#jimin x reader#park jimin x reader#bts#bts imagine#bts x reader#jimin imagine#jimin smut#bts fic#jimin fanfic#sub!jimin#candywrites
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What if we get a Camboy!Hawks that gives us special attention after he notices the amounts of money we pay to his streams while the other customers get jealous?? 😈
(Y’all know this type of shit speaks to my cam model heart)
U could do anything you wanted to me
“Anything, huh? Would you let me spit in your mouth?”
I would thank you😩😩😩
Spit anywhere you like, daddy. I’ll lick it up
Keigo chuckled. His fans were a mess, but he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t appreciate the ego boost their admiration gave him. It was a major turn on for an exhibitionist like himself.
“Damn, you horny sluts are making daddy excited.” He quirked one of his blonde brows, slyly. “Wanna see how much?”
100 tokens
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800 tokens
50 tokens
He angled the camera towards his crotch where his half mast erection poked through his boxers.
The pinging of his token alarm was non-stop as his fans excitedly donated for more.
“You guys know what daddy wants.”
Keigo sat back against his wooden headboard, one arm propped behind his tousled blonde hair. He gave the camera a slow, lazy smile which earned him even more enthusiastic tips.
“Get daddy to 500,000 tokens so we can really have some fun.”
He then flashed the buttplug and flesh light that was sat ready and waiting on his bedside table. A promise of what was to come.
Just then a warning alarm went off. Keigo’s Golden eyes zeroed in on the username immediately.
(Y/n) has tipped 10,000 tokens
Keigo’s dick jumped to attention immediately.
“Ohh there’s my favorite little birdie. Hey, babe, haven’t seen you on in a couple streams.”
I know ^^ thought I’d make it up to u. I just wanna make you happy.
“Baby, anytime you’re in my stream, I’m happy.”
He meant that. Over the couple years that he had been camming, y/n had been an avid supporter. He had you to thank for keeping him going in his cam career.
I can make u happy 2 daddy😣
1,000 tokens
“Aww, of course you can baby bird.” Keigo smiled.
He freed himself from his boxers, sighing in relief when he was finally free. His erection slapped against his right abs with a light smack.
(Y/n) has tipped 15,000 tokens
Omigod that looks so good, daddy. Ooh I missed it so much 🤤
“Oh yeah? You like that? Why don’t we go private then?”
Keigo tried to keep the hopeful edge out of his voice as he threw out the suggestion. He loved going private with you.
Nah, baby, u promised these ppl a show. U should give it to them.
Keigo let out a deep, lusty groan.
“Damn, you’re too good, y/n. You’re gonna make me work for it, aren’t ya?”
😈
“Don’t give me that look.”
500 tokens
Keigo leaned forward and stroked his scruffy beard with a smirk.
“You drive a hard bargain, Birdie.”
He gripped his dick and circled his thumb around the head, spreading the slick of desire that leaked from the tip around.
It ain’t no fun if the homies can’t have none, Papa Bird. 😉
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“Mmm, y’all are so lucky that y/n is so charitable.”
He leaned back and bucked hips into his fist, moaning.
😕 u always get more excited for y/n
Everybody don’t got that kinda money..
Thank u y/n 🙏🏾🥳
Yeah, thx 4 takin all the attention 😒
20,000 tokens
Spit on it daddy, make it nasty.
Keigo hunched over, spitting onto his dick and covering it in the natural lubricate.
🤤🥴 holy shit that’s so fucking hottt
I wish too succ daddy Hawks’ dicc
Ily so much😫
Let me have ur babies
Strings of saliva dripped from his pierced tongue on to his throbbing member. He pumped his fist along his erection, hot pleasure coursing through his body with every stroke as the praise flooded in.
“What next, Birdie?” Hé choked out.
Don’t forget the balls, babe.
“Of course, Cuz you never forget the balls.” He licked his lips
Never 😇
“Oh now you’re an Angel.”
Squeeze them 😇
50,000 tokens
Without hesitation, Keigo did what he was told. Squeezing and massaging his sensitive sack. He felt another clench of desire grip him.
U just do whatever y/n asks huh? 😤
It’s always like that with these 2🙄
I don’t mind, y/n always helps give us a good show...🥵
U look so good, Papi.
“Heh, gotta do a good job for my favorite Birdie.”
Keigo choked out. His strokes were alternating between fast and slow, he rotated his hands while his other hand played with his pereneum. The layers of stimulation felt sharp and sweet.
Use that cute little butt plug of yours if u need more, Papi.
Keigo’s heavily lidded Amber eyes, were almost closed with his desire.
“You’re really trying to rile me up, huh, Birdie?”
The better job u do in the public chat, the more I’ll give u in the private chat.
Renewed with the prospect of the money and depravity you were sure to give him in private chat, Keigo grabbed the metal butt plug. He drizzled the lube he had on his night stand on the toy before showing it to the camera.
Oh fuck yesss 🥵🥵
😏
Show us how well u can take that shit, Daddy Hawks
And take it he did. He let out a throaty groan as the cool metal stretched his tight walls pleasantly. A hiss of pure ecstasy that matched the soft expression on his handsome face escaped as the toy settle against his gspot.
“Fuuuuck.” He groaned, eyes crossing temporarily.
The pinging was back. More frantic than ever.
Keigo’s Adam’s Apple bobbed as he swallowed, body adjusting to the new sensation.
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Feel good baby?
“You know it does,” he quipped back, albeit weakly.
Mmm, I bet. How bout u get that flesh light?
He did. Displaying it before the camera for his favorite user and the rest of his stream.
Slowly, he slid his sensitive manhood into the fleshy, moist walls of the sleeve.
“Oh my god...” his eyes rolled back.
The way I like, Daddy. 😏
“Ok baby...”
😔 I wish he’d call me baby
😒 gotta become a millionaire 2 get that kinda attention, I guess...
If he wasn’t so caught up in how fucking good he felt, Keigo would have laughed at his fans saltiness.
Keigo rotated his hips, the thrum of his vibrating buttplug against his gspot sending his senses into overdrive.
“Oh goddd,” he practically sobbed, golden eyes fixed on the chat and hazy with his desire.
God he hoped y/n was watching. Hoped they were playing with themselves and imagining it was them bouncing on his twitching dick. He wondered what his favorite user looked like—if the face and body matched the sweet personality and beautiful voice he had heard during their private streams.
Faster daddy. Do it faster.
50,000 tokens
His hips bucked harder. The gripping, wet sleeve hugged his hardness in a warm, moist massage that had pleasure rolling over his body in waves. The only plug only added to the overload.
His mind was going blank, mouth falling open as strangled noises fell from it.
Oh my god look at that...🤤
His golden eyes fluttered close.
Keigo threw back his head, feeling his orgasm approaching. His blonde hair tumbled off his face, giving his stream an unobstructed view of the euphoria on his face.
Just then a ‘private’ alert came through from you.
Shakily, he accepted.
“Hi baby.” You purred. Just a beautiful, disconnected voice. Smooth and sweet and thick like honey butter.
“H-hey, Birdie.” He stammered through his grunts. “What-Ah-happened to, fuck, it ain’t fun if the homies can’t have none?”
You chuckled through your nose.
“I let them get their show, but that ‘O’ face is for me. Now cum for me, Daddy.”
He could hear the lust thick in that sensual voice of yours.
“Fuckkk,” he sighed.
He fucked himself harder and harder on his sleeve, eyes rolling back.
“Ahh god, I’m fuckin’ coming, baby, ughh-fuck.”
His nut exploded out of him, wracking his body in a fierce ecstasy. Then, just as quickly as it swept him up, it settled him back down. Back to earth.
“Oh my god, Baby Bird...” he mumbled weakly as he floated back to earth.
“That was delicious, Daddy. Thank you.”
He chuckled. “Anytime.”
“Oh?” He could hear the wicked smirk in your voice. “How ‘bout round two then? We’ll cum together this time.”
Keigo grinned into the camera, where unfortunately a black screen stared back at him. Ah well, hopefully one day he would get to see the stranger attached to the lovely voice that coaxed him to his orgasm.
“Ready when you are, Baby Bird.”
(Art by: @kadeart )
#cam boy#hawks#i simp for hawks#bnha imagines#my hero academia#bnha#my hero fanfic#my hero scenarios#hawks x reader#bnha smut#smutty#fantasies#black women writers#bnha scenarios#keigo takami#this was so hot
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Teeth
Hawks x reader
Warnings! Nsfw/lemon/smut, biting, hairpulling, oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex no pull outs... He has exogenous zone between his wings...he can go feral... can't convince me otherwise... reader quirk works by getting saliva/venom on the victim. Long
~fight so dirty but you love so sweet~
When a hawk hunts it's first ever viper, sweeping in, catching the clueless creature and taking it back to the sky, it can go any of 3 ways. He's either succesful in incapacitating the viper and can feast on his prey later. Or the viper manages to land a venomous bite on him, in which case they fall to their doom. Now if they don't die from the fall, the viper is the one feasting on the paralyzed young hawk. Nature is a wild thing indeed with how fast the hunter can turn into the prey.
The first time he met you he was on his way somewhere else and he spotted you in a dead end , the only thing running through his mind was 'what a hassle.' His wings shuddering in agitation, the feathers ruffling noisily when he landed behind you in the dead end where you were toying with your paralyzed victim. A middle aged man whom you just mugged and was now making fun of as he could do nothing but watch you, standing there like a stone statue.
"That is not really fair is it, kid?" You turned around slowly and gracefully locking eyes with him "can't be any less fair than following and harassing an innocent little girl in a dead end. He picked the wrong person. Now he pays little price than he deserves, Birdie." You mocked back crossing your arms and taking a nonchalant pose. Though he could tell just how tense and ready to jump you were under that posture. Like a coiled snake. So that was the problem, now he knew why his nerves were on fire when he spotted you. He raised an eyebrow "you don't strike me as an innocent little girl though." You smiled sweetly as you freed the guy from your paralysis who stumbled and scrambled away and out of sight apologizing. "So what? That's what you're into, hero? Innocent little girls? Please." You emptied the content of the man's wallet right in front of Hawks and put it in your back pocket before throwing the wallet to the side. Looking up at his annoyed expression playfully keeping your smile. "Alright! That's it. You're coming with me for theft." You raised your hands in front of you submissively as if ready to get cuffed "oh no, he gonna chain me up." He wasn't amused as he stepped forward grabbing your shoulder to turn you around. That's when in a heartbeat you striked, pushing him off towards the wall and stepped back from him. You were fast, but so was he blocking your way when you tried to make a run for it "nice try. That all you got?" He said casually squeezing his shoulder where you hit but you could tell he was slightly distressed by your speed. "Oh you should not have said that." You grinned raising your hand that was holding one of his crimson feathers between your thumb and forefinger firmly but delicately. "It's okay, I can grow more of those, don't worry about it." He smirked walking back towards you. His smirk was easy to like. It was not like yours, it was calming. You ignored his comment as you brought the feather up to your lips, his steps faltered and came to a halt watching you intently. Your tongue darted out and licked up the side of it, sucking it into your mouth and pulling it out, making a show of it for the winged hero, loving the way his feathers fluttered and shuddered in response "oh, and that's what you are into, huh?" He said trying to sound sarcastic but as intrigued as he was it sounded like a genuine question. He wanted to know what the hell you were doing. You chuckled dropping the feather and stalking towards him. The feather fell limp to the floor much to his surprise. But he was in for a much bigger surprise. When you were only inches away from him, he went to grab you. And he couldn't. He couldn't move a single muscle below his neck. "What the... how did you-" he fell quiet inspecting you as you let your hands wander under his coat and ran your fingers up over his abs, over muscles that were prominent through his skin tight suit before reaching up and grabbing his shoulders to use as leverage and pull yourself up to his ear. "You're lucky I like you, cause if not, this is still not 'all I've got'." You repeated his phrase from earlier your tongue lightly brushing over the shell of his ear, enjoying the way he tensed up even more under your touch. "Okay... I really should not have said that I guess..." he scoffed and You moved your lips to his shoulder sliding his coat off only a little "too late." You sunk your teeth in his shoulder through suit and all making a loud hiss escape his lips. His smart mouth wasn't going to quit it though "ow, that's definitely going to leave a mark. what a kinky little thing you are." You chuckled fixing his coat up and stepping back, turning on your heels to leave "you can move again soon, see you around hero." And with that you were gone."Damnit..."
~call me in the morning to apologise, every little lie gives me butterflies~
It was truly a hassle explaining to the nurse who patched him up that it was just a cat that bit him, right on the shoulder, clean and no bleeding. Only a little less bothersome than admitting his embarassing defeat. He hadn't seen you since, and it's been two weeks. During which the clear set of teeth marks on his shoulder remained, unchanged, as if only just bitten into his skin moments ago. He couldn't dig up anything about you, and damn he tried, knowing his resolve and resources it was saying something. No one had heard of you. Were you even a villain? "Tsk." He traced his fingers over the mark as he craned his neck to look at it in the mirror before sticking the bandage back over it, covering it up with his shirt. Not a moment of his days went by without having you in somewhere in his mind, taunting him, haunting him... and what annoyed him was that it did not ALL relate to his embarassing paralysis in that dead end. He imagined and thought about you way more than just that. He headed out on his day off, to the bar, definitely for gathering info. Of course.
He stepped off into the cold night air and looked up at the sky, stiffening ever so slightly, invisible to the untrained eye. "Speak of the devil, ey?"
You pushed yourself off the wall where you were leaning against and approached him as he turned his head towards you, hands still in your pockets. "Aw, were you thinking about me? Do you happen to do it often?" You smirked, eyes trailing over his face to his shoulder where you've put your little art piece then back to his eyes. His eyes narrowed immediately, turning towards you and getting in your face "you did something to me didn't you?! I knew it!" He growled under his breath glaring at you realizing he had put his hand instinctively over his wounded shoulder to cover it. You put your hands up in the air as if surrendering and looked up at him sincerely, his wound started throbbing for some reason. "Yeah I did. But... I decided you probably don't deserve it. I mean... you were just doing your job. So. I've come to help you remove it." He blinked a few times looking at you unamused "riiight." You rolled your eyes "right!" He frowned and tilted his head to the side "...right? Really?" You groaned pushing him towards the door "ugh you're even more annoying than I remember. Let's go inside." He raised an eyebrow with a hand on the knob still uncertain of your intentions "do you usually invite yourself in people's house like that? Cause I'm not sure you're the type of gal I want to pick up and take home with me..." 'well ouch' He was right not to trust you but you didn't have all night "listen jerk, do you want to get rid of this or not?!" you hissed at him, and as you expected his feathers ruffled at the sound before you could even touch his shoulder. It was in his nature to find it threatening after all. It was kinda cute. He braced himself for you to be nasty and squeez his wound or something but your hand just lightly brushed over his coat, he barely even felt it "okay okay! Sheesh." He opened the door and stepped aside for you to get inside.
~talk so pretty but your heart got teeth~
"So what were you thinking about?" He was taken aback by the sudden question as he closed the door behind him turning to find you make yourself comfortable on the couch. Your question was out of the blue, yes, but it shouldn't have made his so distressed. "Nothing...?." He lied. You sighed "I can't help you like that." Silence filled the room as the two of you stared each other down before you decided to relent "look. The venom in the bite-" he gasped at the words "venom?!" You looked at him unfazed making him feel embarrassed by his own outbursts "sorry, do go on." He gestured for you to continue. "... the venome will eventually make you hallucinate. And it will remain there till you do as it tells you. So I need to know what you've been thinking about most. By the little time that has passed I don't think you are at the point of hallucination yet, yeah?" He was now more anxious about his thoughts by the things you just told him. "I don't hallucinate... do I just start hallucinating random things?... are you some kind of mobile LSD fairy or something?" He frowned at you for real this time making you sigh. "You hallucinate what you want and desire at the moment of the bite, I don't have control over it. So... yea I guess I am." You looked down and he immediately felt terrible "I didn't mean it like that... I just...sorry..." he had no idea why he was apologizing. You were the one who bit him. And he didn't recall you apologising even once so far. "It's fine, I understand." You looked back up at him and cocked an eyebrow "now that that's out the way, much like yourself I don't want to be here anymore than I need to. You can probably take care of the matter on your own from now on. Goodbye birdie." You got on your feet and walked for the door but just as you were going to pull it open his hand shot up from behind you and pushed it back closed. It was your turn to get anxious heart sinking and the hair on the back of your neck standing on end, he was looming over you from behind and you could feel his hot breath on the back of your neck and see the shadow of his wings spreading intimidatingly behind you both. "Actually, in that case, YOU are so not done here."
~Late night devil put your hands on me
And never never never ever let go~
"Uh..." you slowly turned around pushing yourself back against the wall and looking up at him to see the easy smirk from before back on his face, eyes half lidded, dripping with confidence "I don't... um... what do you m-mean?" He raised a hand and brushed a finger on the side of your jaw, stroking it lightly as he leaned in closer "it's you I was thinking about the whole god damned time. The way you'll look, they way you'll sound. The way you'll taste. You said you will help me fulfill my hallucinations." He looked down over your form taking his time as he did so before his eyes landed back on yours "do you still want to help me?" He was actually asking. Despite the way his voice faltered at the thought of getting rejected there was a choice in his question. You could refuse. But why would you? He was hot. Annoying. But still hot. "So you got to be on LSD to take girls like me home?" You scoffed crossing your arms over your chest, the way the shadow of his wings covered you making you uneasy. He smiled apologetically "in my defense, last time we met you assaulted me in a dead end, gal." You huffed "(y/n)." His smile brightened as he watched you intently "Keigo. So (y/n), what do you say?" You hummed looking thoughtfully, almost shamelessly down his form, raising a hand and barely brushed your fingers against his crotch before pressing them firmly to his abs and chest. His chest tightened in anticipation as he felt his stomach drop. Maybe it was just for now and how you were touching him, maybe it was for the way his wounded shoulder throbbed, knowing this was almost exactly what happened before he got bitten last time. "I don't know Keigo, I kinda get the feeling you actually like the bite. A lot." Your hand traced his shoulder now leaning up to kiss it softly from over his clothes, him inhaling in sharply "oh to hell with it, you make me want to give you more, birdie."
~don't know if you love me or you want me dead~
He walked you back towards the bed, hands cupping your cheeks on both sides, his lips locked on yours. His hands moved down the sides of your neck, slipping your shirt off to expose your shoulders and pushing you down so you sit on the bed, loving the way you were already panting breathlessly from his kiss, flushed. He pulled his shirt off still standing over you with his signature confident smirk, throwing it to the side. You smirked back as you leaned in pecking his abs before dragging your lips over them, looking at his eyes through your lashes as you moved down and mouthed over his crotch, making him shudder, watching as those same abs rippled ever so slightly. He ran his fingers through your hair letting out a shaky breath "I'm sorry if I don't trust those teeth anywhere around that area, baby girl. Plus you already know how I taste. It's my turn." You rolled your eyes leaning back on your arms behind you as he leaned in and pulled your pants off along with your panties "fine, birdie." Your blush darkening as it creeped to the tips of your ears. He huffed kicking off his jeans and kneeling in between your legs grabbing your thighs "it's Keigo." He gripped your legs and pulled you to the edge of the bed before you could retort, only managing to let out a gasp. He smirked releasing your legs when over his shoulders running his hands up over them, kissing your inner thighs, his stubble scratching lightly over your sensitive skin making you wriggle a bit. His hands grabbed your hips tightly pressing you firmly to the bed "oh no you don't." You looked down at him to whine quietly. A choice you immediately regretted. Holding eye contact he buried his face between your legs and plunged his tongue right in. You gasped arching your back, hands shooting up to grip his hair. He hummed delighted by your rich reaction, moving his face closer, nudging his nose against the sensitive bud, as his tongue switched between lapping up your juices and thrusting in through your soft, fluttering folds. You a whimpering writhing mess under him. The soles of your feet not too gently brushing against the base of his wings on his back, where they were connected through his skin, along with your fingers tangling and tugging his hair had him groaning and moaning deeply into you. He removed his tongue only to lick up a wet hot line up to your bud latching onto it and sucking just as two of his fingers pushed inside at once giving you no time in curling up and rubbing against the spot you wanted them to. "Shit! Kei-go!" You moaned loudly, your toes curled and your thighs squeezed his head as he chuckled pushing your hips down further on the bed with an arm over your belly, nails digging in your hip where they rested. The pleasure had you seeing white and Right as you were about to get tipped over the edge of your climax he stopped. His fingers and lips, all gone. "Pay back is a bitch, huh?" He wiped off his glistening wet face with his hand as You whined desperately and squeezed your legs shut when he removed them from his shoulders grinning at you "you jerk!"
He leaned over you grabbing your loose sweatshirt and pulling it over your head reaching behind you to unclip your bra as he kissed your neck "let's free these lovely things first." You huffed still annoyed but soon it started into contented sighs and quiet moans as his kisses and nips moved down to your chest. His teeth grabbed your nipple in a sharp nip and you mewled grabbing the back of his neck, your other hand moving lower between his wings. As your nails dug right in the spot between the two giant heaps of crimson feathers, he let out a loud breathy gasp freeing your abused nipple from his surprisingly sharp teeth. Evil flashed in your eyes as you smirked down at him when he gulped and looked up at you "...no." his voice was shaky "oh yeah." You replied raking your fingers on the same spot. His giant wings shook, the feathers rustling as he hissed through his teeth, grabbing your breast harshly in one hand and pulling you closer with the other fisted in your hair, crashing his lips onto yours with a feverish hunger. You were shocked, moaning into his mouth. His reaction was thrilling and you wanted to see more, tightly grabbing onto the base of his wings this time digging your nails there. He sneered and growled loudly in your mouth, sounding feral. You whimpered at the sound the reaction you got more than you bargained for. "On your hands and knees, (y/n)." He barked urging you up by his hand, still tightly fisted in your hair pulling you up. You gasped scrambling up to turn around and do as he had told you. His fingers dug in your hips and he pulled you back onto himself, in one fluid thrust, your pussy already gushing around him from his earlier change of tone. You cried out as you gripped the sheets in front of you. His wings were distracting as they spread once, engulfing you in their shadow. It felt safe, but extremely dominating. Or rather quite deliciously. He tucked them back behind himself when he leaned down over you, one hand still on your hip and the other running up your spine gripping the back of your neck tightly. He pulled back out right to the crown of his cock, before snapping his hips back inside all the way, at the same time his teeth sinking in your skin over your shoulder blade, drawing another loud cry from your throat. He set a brutal pace as his teeth worked on littering your back with bites and nips. "F-fuck!... Kei... shi-... Keigo!" Your breath coming out in short moans and gulped in with high pitched gasps. His fingers creeped from around the back of your neck towards your throat, squeezing it tight and firm, your breath and voice hitching as the thrill ran down your spine straight to your core, folds fluttering around his rock hard cock. He pulled you back up by your throat so your back was flush against his chest, your hand reaching up to claw at his wrist, squealing. His hold was not suffocating, just restricting the amount of air you were allowed. The new angle made his cock poke and drag over your walls, sending you right into your much desired orgasm eyes rolling to the back of your head. He was panting heavily and movements faltering and sloppy from holding you and himself up like that. Your cunt clenching around him, milked him dry, him moaning and biting your shoulder one last time. He remained inside you as you both came down from your highs, removing his hand from your throat to your shoulder, stroking one of his own bite marks lightly. He pulled out and let you drop on your belly with a tired sigh turning into a heavy strained "oof!" As he fell over you playfully, barely careful not to crush you. "Fuck, (y/n). Looks like I did all the biting this time." He laughed as he held himself up on his forearms gently kissing and soothing your sensitive skin. "Shut up...damn... I'm gonna bite you again if this is what I'm gonna get every time." You muttered tiredly. "I was right. You are a kinky little thing." He smirked laying down next to you this time, draping an arm over your waist and nuzzling your neck "you can bite me whenever you want, baby girl. I'm in."
~push me away, push me away
Then beg me to stay, beg me to stay~
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Hey I love your page and the fact you write my boys Super Junior ♡ I was wondering if I could get an Eunhyuk fluff where they are secretly dating and the boys walk in on them will doing some live stream or something and accidently reveal it. I dont know why but I like those types of concepts.
HIHI WE ARE SOSOSO SORRY THIS IS LATE! LIKE RIDICULOUSLY!! But we hope you enjoy it and hopefully worth the wait <3
Watch What Happens Live - Lee Eunhyuck
Super Junior was in the practice room getting ready for their comeback, as Donghae, Eunhyuk and Siwon practice the choreography, Yesung walked in with coffee and a coat on. He was late it was nothing out of the ordinary but Eunhyuk let out an exasperated sigh and playfully complained. As he walked over to him going on about how they were supposed to get here on time and coffee isn’t that important Yesung put his coffee down and went after him, which he ran behind you, his girlfriend, it wasn’t much of a hide since you were shorter than him and he's standing at a whopping 174cm he couldn’t hide.
“Your lucky.” Yesung said as he went back to get his coffee.
Eunhyuk turned you around and hugged you, he asked you to help him stretch, confused you agreed, as he stretched out, you sat cross-legged on the ground in front of him he squats and started stretching out his back and shoulders. As he went down lower, he kissed you, again and again.
Around this time the group decided to do an Instagram live, on Siwon’s account, when you got the notification, you turned it on to see them acting up, looking over you didn’t know Eunhyuk bent down to look on your phone.
As Donghae walked up to the camera he waved and introduced himself, as he wiped his face with the bottom of his shirt, his abs were showing and Yesung lifted more to show everyone, he went to lift up Siwon’s shirt when he reacted, causing the phone camera to pan over to Eunhyuk, who at this time was holding her face kissing her. As they didn’t know the camera went back on them, Yesung was laughing fixing his hair, as Siwon said that the fan wants to know who was in the back, as they look around, they noticed Eunhyuk standing up crossing his arms.
He started arguing that they showed the fans everything that was going on behind them, Donghae started laughing as he begs to be freed from him, Yesung took a picture to save the moment, and sent it on his Lysn account.
Eunhyuk was going on in an aggressivly fun way, Leeteuk came in and started calling them to end it, as he and Shindong walked around Eunhyuk was telling them what’s going on, Eunhyuk chased Donghae around the practice room they both ran into Siwon who dropped his phone. As they went on it was said that the camera caught the girlfriend. Siwon picked up his phone and saw that the live was still on and fans was going off about someone in Super Junior has a girlfriend and didn’t say anything, while some was congratulating on who ever was the member. But there was some who was being very rude and disgusting, coming to realize on why Eunhyuk kept this quite blocking the camera he ended the live awkwardly.
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Summary: Freed and Laxus have always flirted, it's just something they had done. But after Laxus returned from exile, the flirting died away as Laxus reestablished his position in the guild. But Laxus finds himself missing the flirting, and knows a way to bring it back. Unfortunately for Freed, it requires more teasing than any one man can take. [Fraxus One-Shot]
Notes: Hello again, here’s my second fanficiton written over vacation because it’s raining and there’s nothing to do. This time, it's just Freed being horny for Laxus, and Laxus making things so much worse for his own fun. So enjoy seduction, strip poker and smut. Thanks for reading.
Links: FFN, Ao3
How To Seduce Your Rune Mage:
A Guide By Laxus Dreyar
Step 1: Lay The Groundwork
Laxus had taken to a new style of clothing again. It was… distracting.
The outfit wasn't too dissimilar to what he had always worn, but Freed could see the differences. The white shirt was now form fitting enough to mould around his impressive biceps and cling to his pecs, whereas his old shirts had been loose enough to billow around him. Furthermore, he apparently had decided to only button the shirt up half way, leaving his tanned, tattooed chest exposed to whoever might want to look. Or, to whoever might be desperately trying to look anywhere else.
Compared to the new pants, though, the shirt was nothing. Laxus still wore the leather pants he insisted on, but these were tighter. Freed had walked up the stairs behind Laxus and had been eye level with the mans ass; the leather clung to his toned cheeks like skin.
Freed had been relieved when the walk upstairs had been over. The relief died when Laxus sat down.
Even the way he sat made Freed pause to both appreciate the sight of the man and curse him for seemingly being unaware of the effect he was having. He was leaning back in the chair, talking to Bickslow with his hands behind his head and his legs spread far too wide. His arms were flexing under the shirt, muscles all but ripping through the fabric. The leather of his pants pressed across his hard thighs, emphasising the beautiful strength in his legs. Freed had, more than once, let his focus slip and found his eyes roaming the man's thighs.
And then there was his dick. It was borderline obscene in how obvious it was in the pants. Dicks bulged in pants, of course, but for the split second Freed had glanced towards Laxus' crotch - not on purpose, of course - it looked like the pants were made to draw focus to his cock. The large, obvious mound was the focal point of a damn sexy sight that Freed couldn't allow himself to enjoy.
They had all mocked Laxus for calling himself a god, but in moments in this, the comparison held some weight.
Freed had to look away, Laxus hadn't dressed like that for his friend to lust after him. Just because their relationship had always had a flirtatious edge - well, it used to anyway, but Freed felt that might not be appropriate anymore given the things Laxus was going through - it didn't mean that he wanted him for anything more. They amused each other with their sly winks, double entendres and the coy touches that they'd shared from time to time. Nothing more.
But dammit, the way Laxus was sitting was like a beacon. He had picked the perfect position to drive Freed mad, and he didn't seem to even know it. His whole damn body seemed to be pointing to the large bulge in his pants - the bulge Freed would not allow himself to ogle - and yet Laxus was still chatting with Bickslow as if he didn't know.
Freed was almost tempted to leave. He could deal with his… urges when he got home, and then could hope that Laxus went back to his looser, less enticing outfit. Because if this was going to become a mainstay in their lives, Freed didn't know how to deal with that.
Dammit; he was a grown man, not a horny teenager. This was ridiculous!
As he always did, Freed had brought one of his many novels into the guildhall so he had something to do to pass the time. He would simply put all his focus on that, and Laxus would be the last thing on his mind. By the time he would have read a chapter or two, all the shock and desire born from Laxus' change in outfit would have died, and the man sitting across the table from him would return to what he had always been; the slightly too cocky asshole with handsome features and a great body, but someone he couldn't allow himself to think about because acting on his desires would be detrimental to the team dynamic.
He was a captain, and Laxus was essentially his teammate. Lusting after him was asking for trouble, and Freed had gotten over his attraction to the man before. He would again, and with the help of his novel he would push these thoughts to the back of his mind.
'Arthur hauled himself up over the railing of his ship, grunting with effort. The pirate captain ran a hand through his short blonde hair, absently removing his sodden shirt as he walked across the deck. As he passed Clark, he sent the man a grin and a wink, a flirtatious act of seduction. Not that Clark needed it, seeing the tattoo on Arthur's chest was enough-'
"God dammit," Freed muttered resentfully.
Freed owned exactly five romance novels. They were self indulgent and rarely read, and yet somehow he had picked up the only book he owned out of his collection of hundreds to have a romantic lead with physical traits similar to Laxus'.
"Somethin' wrong?" Laxus asked, looking over to Freed with his eyes alight with amusement. He looked towards the book Freed was reading and grinned. "Getting to the good stuff, huh?"
"What?" Freed asked, then looked at the cover of the book. The barrel chested model made it clear it was a rather trashy romance, and Laxus' implication was clear. "No, I most certainly am not."
"Because you leave that stuff for when yer alone, huh?" Laxus teased.
Freed didn't know what it was about himself that delighted in confident men, but that part of him was almost preening with delight at Laxus. Thankfully, just as much as he liked a man with a cocky side, he also liked bringing men like that down a peg, and as such he could still cling to some of his dignity.
"I was frustrated because one of the main characters has a terrible sense of direction, and got the other character lost," Freed rebutted. "It was something I can sympathise with."
"Damn, yer brutal," Laxus chuckled. "But you always go hard on me, huh Freed?"
That must had been unintentional; there was no way Laxus had meant to say such a teasing thing. It was just as unintentional as the way Laxus shifted his position to look towards Freed, somehow spreading his legs wider and drawing the leather tighter across his legs. Damn him; was he just naturally sensual and it had taken the tightness of his clothing for Freed to realise it.
He couldn't help it, his eyes flickered to the impressive bulge in his pants. For a moment, Freed considered acting. Would he rather get to his knees and suck the man off, or flip him over and fuck him where he stood?
The thoughts went as soon as they came, and Freed found himself standing.
"I'll get us around," He said to explain why he suddenly lurched upwards. "Anything in particular you all want?"
Bickslow and Evergreen asked for their usual, whereas Laxus requested Freed "surprise me, but make sure it's hot." The inflection he put on the last word sent a chill down his spine, and Freed quickly retreated to the lower floor of the guildhall, trying to distract himself however he could.
As he did, he missed the smug, satisfied expression on his friends face. Laxus had Freed right where he wanted him, and part one of the plan was complete.
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Step 2 - Set The Bait
So, Laxus was modelling now. Of course he was,
The newest edition of Sorcerer Weekly was sitting on the coffee table of Freed and Laxus' shared apartment, exactly where Laxus had placed it when he'd left the apartment. He had done so as if it weren't a big deal, claiming that he had spoken about the Raijinshuu during an interview and that Freed should check it out if he was interested. That would have been fine, if it weren't for the picture on the cover, and the promise of many other pictures inside.
On the cover, Laxus was wearing a dress shirt and blazer, with the buttons undone so his chest and flexing abs were teased. His pants were unbuckled, teasing the top of his boxers in a way that was like a punch to Freed's gut. Not to mention the damn smoulder Laxus had perfected.
Dammit, Laxus had been against modelling for his entire life, and now he was doing a four page spread! Where had the change come from? Freed might almost think Laxus was doing it on purpose - intentionally driving him mad as a ridiculous prank of some kind - but that was a stupid idea.
And Freed knew how this worked. He knew the pictures inside would show off more of him. They always did, and Freed knew they'd look so good. So damn good.
"No," He mumbled to himself. "Get ahold of yourself."
Laxus was his friend, he certainly didn't want nor need Freed ogling pictures of him in various states of undress; fantasying about pinning him down and taking him, or pushing him to a wall and making out hard and passionately. They were friends and partners, this ridiculous attraction was something Freed would just have to get over.
But… well, Laxus had said he wanted Freed to read the article. The article would be on the same page as the pictures, so he clearly didn't mind Freed seeing the pictures. And Freed was fairly sure Laxus had some kind of attraction towards him in return; on a mission a year ago, Laxus had been speaking in his sleep and moaned out Freed's name pretty damn loudly. That was a memory that plagued Freed when he was touching himself, whether he wanted it or not.
So, maybe it wasn't too bad. It wasn't too invasive.
He picked the damn magazine up with a rush of oddly exhilarating dread. Page five was the first of Laxus' article, and Freed flipped towards it. He would just save his curiosity and be done with it.
Oh. Oh goodness.
A large picture of Laxus was printed. Laxus was shirtless, covered in some kind of oil that made his tanned skin glow beautifully in the light. He was flexing, abs so shredded and his arms pulsing with veiny muscles. His lightning was flickering over his torso, making him look everything like the all-powerful wizard that he was. Freed swallowed, and his cock lurched in his boxers.
His eyes fell onto page six, where another picture was printed. Laxus was wearing workout shorts and nothing else, the spandex clinging to his thighs in a too tempting way. He was mid sit-up, stomach crunching and hair sweat drenched.
Freed was palming himself over his pants without realising.
He had already gotten this far. He turned the page to see the next picture, and audibly swallowed.
The picture on the left was of Laxus wearing nothing but light grey boxer-briefs. He had his right hand resting behind his head, biceps flexing and bulging hard. His pecs and abs were rigid and pronounced, nipples hard looking. Water had clearly been poured over him, and droplets seemed to be sliding down the endless expanses of muscles that made up the man. His boxer briefs were overly tight, hugging his bulge to perfection and making Freed palm himself harder. His cock was hard now, and precum leaked out of his slit when he saw that Laxus was pulling down his waistband to show the base of his cock and trimmed pubes.
When he looked to the final picture of the, Freed actually moaned. Laxus was naked, his dick only covered by the white bedsheets that rested over his crotch. He lounged on the bed, looking sleep worn and sexy.
Fuck, Freed had wanted to see that in person.
He suddenly remembered where he was and what he was doing. He was in his sitting room, on the sofa he shared with Laxus, looking at the smutty pictures that Laxus had taken, while palming his dick. Freed was not a sex hungry idiot and he had gotten over his attraction to Laxus before, and he would again. He just needed to get it out of his system, that was all.
Within a minute, he was in the shower, stroking himself off as he imagined Laxus on his knees before him.
Again, he missed when Laxus returned home. He missed when Laxus saw the magazine, open on the page with his nude picture. He missed when Laxus sniffed the air and smelt the scent of cum, and grinned to himself. Before Freed left the shower, Laxus retreated to his bedroom, cock hardening in his pants as he did. He wanted to join Freed in the shower and cut the bullshit, but his plan hadn't gotten there yet. And, he had to admit, Freed eye-fucking him all the day was hot as fuck, and he wanted more of that before he made his move.
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Step 3: Reel Him In
"And with this, Laxus," Freed placed his cards on the ground. "I get your pants."
Freed and Laxus were alone, sitting next to a campfire beside a lake. It was just the two of them on the mission, which had been completed earlier in the day. Rather than returning home, Laxus had suggested that they camp out for the night and return to Magnolia in the morning. Freed had agreed, and somehow had been talked into a game of poker. Strip poker, to be more specific.
They were in various states of undress. Freed was wearing nothing but his boxer-briefs, and probably should have given in by now. One more loss and he'd be spending the night naked, not an overly attractive idea with Laxus sharing a tent with him.
For the start of the round, Laxus has been brutally successful, and Freed had lost his shirt, shoes, coat and socks before he had gotten a single piece of Laxus' clothing off. Freed had wanted to claim Laxus was cheating somehow, but the alcohol he'd drunk had made the argument too much bother. Every time they lost a round, they had to take a drink, and Freed had lost a lot of rounds so was practically drunk at this point.
That wasn't too bad, it certainly made looking at Laxus half naked more pleasant and less stressful.
The drinking wasn't the only forfeit they'd implemented either. If either of them lost twice in a row, they had to do a forfeit chosen by the winner. That had happened to Freed twice, and he'd had to give the story of his most embarrassing moment - a puppeteer wizard had taken control of him and made him act like a clown for a full day, in full costume including the wig and squeaking nose - much to Laxus' amusement. The second forfeit was to do as many chin-ups as he could on a nearby tree. He managed thirty before the bark started cutting into his hands, and Laxus hadn't taken his eyes off him.
Laxus had only been forced to perform one forfeit: speaking in rhyming couplets for a round and slapping himself every time he failed. His cheek was red, but Freed still wanted revenge.
"You don't have to enjoy it this much," Laxus laughed, taking a drink as he stood. He shucked off the too-tight leather pants and threw them to the pile of clothes. He spread his arms to show his state of undress off, and Freed swallowed at the sight of Laxus in his white boxer-briefs.
Fuck, why was everything he wore so tight these days?
"So," Laxus grunted. "What you gonna make me do?"
"Your cheeks are very red," Freed commented with a drunken grin. "Perhaps the fire is getting you too hot. So, you're going to submerge yourself fully in the nice cold lake."
"Fuck, you're cruel," Laxus sighed, patting Freed's bare shoulder as he walked past him. "Glad I'm on your team most of the time."
Freed only realised his mistake when it was too late. When he had chosen the forfeit, he had simply wanted to make Laxus feel the horrors of a cold lake in the middle of the night. It was only when Laxus was wasit high in the water that Freed realised he had instructed Laxus to get soaking wet in front of him while he was wearing his boxers and nothing more. His white boxers - made of the fabric that turns slightly transparent when wet.
Fuck, what the hell had he been thinking? Were his critical thinking skills so redundant around Laxus?
"I'm gonna get you back for this, asshole," Laxus yelled, and Freed turned to watch as Laxus dove into the cold water head first, only to resurface a moments later with an exclamation of: "Fuck that's cold."
Freed couldn't look away. Laxus, the man who had been plaguing Freed's most carnal and deprived dreams and thoughts, was wading through the lake, soaking wet and wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. He looked like a fucking supermodel, and Freed felt the horrible feeling of a boner growing in his revealing boxer-briefs. Worse still, he couldn't stop it, because thoughts of kissing the man dry or dragging him to the tent and having his way with him wouldn't stop assaulting him.
And Laxus, the bastard, decided to make things worse. He stood right before Freed, his bulging dick eye level with Freed (not that Freed allowed himself to look), with his arms crossed. He was so close that a drop of water from his chest fell onto Freed's nose and made him wince.
"Well, you might be okay losing your boxers tonight, but I ain't," Laxus shrugged, "and it's getting late, so I'm gonna call it a night. See you in the tent, you evil bastard."
He emphasised the point by flicking the cold water into Freed's face, and then walked to the shared tent. Freed was left alone by the fire, genuinely considering jumping into the water to shock the boner out of his system.
And Laxus just grinned, knowing exactly the effect he was having on Freed and loving it.
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Step 4 - Adapt
"Oh thank fuck," Laxus gasped the second Freed walked into their apartment. "You're a fucking idiot, you know that."
Freed frowned, dropping his bag at the door. Laxus seemed to have been waiting for him, which was a shock. Almost as much of a shock as when Laxus stormed over towards him and wrapped his arms around Freed in a tight hug. Freed was frozen for a moment, but lifted his arms and returned the hug. Someone had apparently told Laxus what happened then.
"Are you fucking stupid?" Laxus growled. "Don't you ever pull bullshit like that again, you understand me?"
"I won't," Freed promised.
"You better not," Laxus pulled away, but cupped Freed's cheeks to check his face for injuries. When he saw none, he deflated. "Idiot."
Freed had been on a mission with Bicks and Ever, and it hadn't gone well. The creature they were fighting was stronger than they had expected, and to divert attention from some bystanders, Freed had put himself in the path of the beast. He'd been bitten, and the creature's teeth had injected poison deep inside of him. For around a week he'd been in bed, unresponsive as the medical mages removed the poison from his bloodstream. According to Bickslow and Evergreen, it had been one of the worst weeks of their lives, and apparently Laxus had been kept in contact about it.
"I'm fine," Freed assured him. "I've got a scar, that's all."
"They wouldn't let me come see you," Laxus stated. "I would've gone if I could have, but they wouldn't let me. I wanted to be there."
"I know," Freed nodded, smiling a little as he pulled away. He frowned when he saw what Laxus was wearing. "Why are you wearing a robe?"
"Oh, shit, yeah, that," Laxus blushed a little. "So, fuck Freed you could have died. And I know you're okay because you don't lie about shit like this, but it kinda puts things into perspective. Just because you made it out this time, doesn't mean it'll happen again, you know?" Freed nodded, wondering what this had to do with a robe. "And it got me thinking that, if something happens to ya, I ain't gonna want any regrets, I don't wanna look back and wish I did something that I was too scared to. That make sense?"
"Yes," Freed nodded.
"Well, I don't wanna regret you, so I'm done with the bullshit," Laxus stated. "The flirting without following through on it, and trying to turn you on to see if you'll start something? It's just all bullshit when either of us could fucking die at any point-"
"Laxus," Freed said firmly. Laxus was spiraling, and Freed needed to get him back to something more safe. "The robe?"
"Right, yeah," He calmed himself. "The robe is me saying that, if you want me," He undid the tie on the robe. "Then you've got me."
The robe fell from Laxus' body, revealing him in his nudity.
Fuck. Fuck!
Freed had put in a lot of effort keeping boundaries with Laxus. Yes they flirted, but they both seemed to consciously avoid seeing each other naked. Nudity was the last bastion of them being platonic with one another, because when it happened it would be the crescendo of their flirting. It was an unspoken rule; if they saw each other fully naked, then they'd finally do something about it.
But there Laxus was, naked and proud. His dick had the same veiny girth the rest of his body had; long, thick, and half hard.
And, if Laxus was being truthful, his body was Freed's for the taking.
Without hesitation, Freed closed the space between them and wrapped a hand into Laxis' hair. He wrapped the short blonde locks into his hand and tugged Laxus down towards him, pulling him into a heated and needy kiss. Laxus' hands were on his ass without thinking, groping Freed hungrily as he rolled his naked hips against Freed's. Freed let out a shuddering moan, allowing Laxus' tongue into his mouth.
Years worth of flirting and causal grins and caught moments of attraction had been leading up to this. No more dancing around it; they wanted each other and they were going to take it.
Freed's hands roamed over the body he had wanted to explore for so long. The muscle was as hard as it had always looked, and the quiet gasp from Laxus when he grazed his nipple made Freed grin.
"So responsive," Freed taunted.
"Shut up," Laxus growled huskily, taking hold of Freed's belt buckle to undo it. "I wanna look after you, baby. Not listen to ya smart-mouthing me."
"I don't need coddling," Freed argued.
"I said I'm gonna look after ya, not coddle ya," Laxus grinned, bringing his lips to Freed's neck in teasing bites. "I know you Freed, I know exactly what you want out of a man."
"Oh do you?" Freed challenged. "And what is that?"
"Me," Laxus grinned.
Before he could say anything, Laxus' hands wrapped around Freed's thighs and scooped them up. Freed was lifted up, straddling Laxus' naked body and leaning against him to keep them both upright. A laugh spluttered out of Freed, because the man who had been the subject of his fantasies for so long was lifting him up and walking him to his bedroom.
This was happening. They were going to bed together, and Freed knew that it would be indescribable.
He was thrown into his own mattress, and Laxus crawled over him. Every fantasy, every photo shoot, every thought of Laxus paled in comparison to Laxus crawling over him, shamelessly naked. His chest was heaving and he had the thinnest layer of sweat over his chest, and Freed found himself a little breathless as Laxus placed his hands either side of his head. He looked down at Freed with an expression of mingled cockiness and fondness; a look only he could manage.
"It's awful unfair you're still dressed, baby," Laxus murmured.
"I'm rather fond of the situation," Freed smirked, and Laxus grinned down at him.
"Then you might not like this," Laxus taunted, reaching down and groping Freed's already hard cock through his pants. Freed gasped, but the hand was gone as soon as it came. Laxus smirked down at Freed when he grunted his annoyance, fiddling with the belt buckle again to unfasten it. "Hips up, Baby."
Freed did as told, and Laxus was pulling Freed's pants down his legs. Once they were off, he tossed them aside and grinned down at the hard cock tenting his boxers. Freed was breathless at the hungry, horny attention Laxus showed his hard dick.
"Touch me," Freed panted an order.
"You still ain't naked," Laxus grinned. "But I'm gonna fix that."
Laxus crawled up Freed's body again, his naked legs grazing against Freed's as he ran their strong bodies against each other. He let out a slight shuddering breath as his knee grazed Freed's hard cock, before refocusing his attention at the task at hand. He placed a hand on the side of Freed's shirt, before yanking at it hard. The buttons on the shirt flew off, scattering across Freed's bedroom floor with a clatter. With his abs and chest exposed now, Freed watched as Laxus lowered his head down and pressed kisses against his stomach.
"Oh god," Freed moaned.
"That's right," Laxus grinned. "Say my name,"
Freed let out a breathless laugh as Laxus reached his chest with the kisses. He pushed himself up further, naked chest against naked chest, and brough Freed into another spellbinding kiss. They melted into one another, moans enfusing with the kiss as Laxus' hands kneeled and grabbed at Freed's body. A wayward spark of Laxus' lighting hit one of Freed's nipples, and Freed moaned so loudly and blissfully that Laxus went half lidded.
He'd have to remember that. But not now.
As they kissed each other, Laxus removed the shirt from Freed's arms and tossed it to the side. Freed's paler body contracted beautifully with Laxus', and Freed moaned at the press of the other mans bulk against him. This was like every fantasy he'd had about the man, but better in such an explosive way.
Laxus' knee was gently teasing Freed's straining cock, the seam of his boxers the only friction against his aching member. He raised his hips on instinct, trying and failing to rub against Laxus.
"Please Laxus," Freed whispered. "Just touch me."
"Not until yer naked," Laxus whispered back, hands running over Freed's flexing abs. "So soon, baby."
One of his roaming hands slid down to his cock, giving it a single, torturous pump. Freed whined and Laxus chuckled into his ear, the feeling of the man's breath against him incredible in its intimacy. The hand hooked itself in the waistband of his boxer-briefs, quickly pulling them down and exposing Freed's cock to the room. He moaned at the change of temperature as Laxus tossed his boxers away.
For a moment, Laxus sat up, straddling Freed and looking down at him with horny adoration. He looked at Freed with the same expression of need, desire and lust that Freed looked at him. Freed's cock leaked with pre cum, and Laxus looked almost blissed out.
And then, he lowered himself, taking Freed's cock into his mouth in a single fluid movement.
"Fuck!" Freed exclaimed, hands clutching at the sheets as the warmth of Laxus' mouth covered his cock.
He was thunderstruck as he watched Laxus work. The man who Freed adored was sucking his cock, smoothly and passionately, taking him to the balls and then drawing back to the tip. He neither gagged nor slowed, as if his sole purpose in that moment was to suck Freed off.
"Shit," Freed moaned. "Laxus, stop. I'm gonna-"
Laxus only increased the speed of his movements, tongue licking and teasing at the tip of Freed's cock. Freed's grip on the bedsheets turned white-knuckled, and he thrashed his head back as white covered his eyes. The pleasure was unreal, multiplied whenever he thought of the man who was doing this to him. He groaned, bucking his hips as the rush of orgasm overtook his senses.
The feeling was damn-near life ending. Every nerve, sense and thought was set alflame as he bucked his hips, his spasming dick fucking Laxus' throat without repentance nor care. A spew of cusses, moans and exclamations filled the room as spurt after spurt of hot cum shot down Laxus' throat.
He was swallowing it all, and the constrictions of his throat against Freed's dick only further drained his balls.
"Fuck," Laxus gasped once every drop of his lover's cum had been swallowed. He was red faced and grinning, chest heaving and dick rock hard. Freed, despite the orgasm, was just as hard. "You tasted so good, baby."
"Fuck," Freed parroted weakly, shifting and pulling Laxus towards him. He pulled him into a sloppy and needy kiss, not purebred by the taste of his own spunk on the other man's tongue. He openly groped at Laxus' ramrod dick, pumping at it and delighting in the shuddering moans Laxus tried to hold back.
"Wait," Laxus panted, pulling away. "First time I cum for you, I wanna cum in you."
Freed could have reached orgasm again from just that.
"If you wish," Freed teased, and Laxus' face brightened and he pulled him into another kiss.
Without argument, Freed allowed himself to be pulled so he was straddling Laxus, his cock resting against Laxus'. They kissed slowly, Laxus scraping at his back while slowly gyrating his hips in a way that was clearly driving both men mad. Freed was absently pulling at Laxus' hair, mind swirling with the memory of Laxus' lips around his dick, swallowing him without complaint. Fuck, this was happening. He and Laxus were going to fuck.
All the fantasies of this moment fell away. Freed knew they would be pathetic when faced with the reality.
As they kissed, Laxus had reached into Freed's dresser and brought out a bottle of lube he kept there. He had covered his fingers with the lube, before slowly trailing them down Freed's stomach, leaving a cold trail in their wake. He cupped Freed's ass with large, cold hands. Freed gasped as they ran gently across the crease of his ass.
"You ready?" Laxus asked in a voice one might describe as lovestruck.
"Yes," Freed nodded, pushing his body tight against Laxus'. "Please."
One finger slowly slid inside Freed, and the moan of unfiltered, unadulterated pleasure filled the room. Laxus was grinning as he slowly probed Freed's asshole, teasing and slow in his movements but stretching him out to perfection. Another finger pushed its way in, and Freed groaned a guttural groan as he rested his face in the crook of Laxus' neck. He stretched and toyed with Freed, and all he could do was delight in the face it was Laxus doing this to him.
"That's enough," Freed stated just before Laxus slid in a third finger. Laxus looked at him with a hint of hesitance, and Freed smiled a naughty looking smile. "I want to feel you splitting me."
"Fuck," Laxus breathed, and his cock lurched at the words. "You demon."
"Absolutely," Freed agreed, shifting his weight up.
With slightly shaking hands, Laxus held the base of his cock and pointed it upwards. With too slow movements, Freed carefully moved himself down again. The tip of Laxus' fat, quivering cock rested against his hole for a moment, and they both groaned at the feeling. Freed paused, but with a shared look of trust and desire, he slowly began to lower himself down.
Inch by inch, he took Laxus' cock inside of him. They both groaned, moaning their pleasure to the otherwise silent room. Laxus scratched at Freed's bare back, while Freed clutched to his lover's shoulders. His thighs quivered with the effort of holding himself up, and a gasp split his lips when he felt his ass rest against Laxus' legs.
He had never felt so thoroughly filled before, and his eyes fell to the back of his skull.
After a few moments to accommodate the new sensation, Freed gave a tentative grind of the hips. Both men moaned loudly at the feeling, and Freed's grip on Laxus' shoulders tightened. He rested his head in the crook of Laxus' neck again, before whispered a quiet, "Fuck me, Laxus."
It happened instantly,
Thrusting, slow at first but incredible, started to split Freed open. The beautiful burn of his body being torn apart increased with each slow and taunting push and pull of Laxus' dick. He could feel all the ridges of Laxus' dick inside of him, pushing apart muscles that was all too happy to accommodate him.
And then, with a stronger thrust than before, Laxus hit the spot. Freed let out an incoherent sound of erotic delight.
"There," Freed demanded, voice wavering. "Oh fuck, there."
Laxus needed no more instruction, thrusting his hips up again and again, faster and more powerful with each strike. Consistently he beat against Freed's prostate, again and again making him moan, whine, grunt and roar with the pleasure that only years of growing desire could have caused. Freed pushed down against him, wanting to feel more. To get more!
"Oh fuck," Laxus moaned, voice a horny, needy, desperate shadow of its former reticence that drove Freed mad. "Shit, fuck."
He was cumming, and the feeling of the man he loved filling him with cum while he spasmed and grunted was all-consuming to Freed. Orgasm overtook him with the same sudden ferocity, and the overwhelming euphoria made him shut his eyes and drown in the pleasure.
As he rutted into Freed, cum still spilling, Laxus pushed them both down. Lying atop Freed now, Laxus rode the high of orgasm to its end, not caring that Freed's own cum had spattered across both of their faces and chests. Panting and slowing his thrusts, he collapsed onto Freed with a giddy, horny smile.
"Holy shit," He cussed. "Why the fuck did it take us so long to do that?"
"It's a mistake we won't repeat," Freed said, equally breathless.
He pulled Laxus into another kiss, slower this time but arguably more passionate. Their movements were tired, lethargic, and perfect. Freed shifted them both, removing Laxus' cock from his ass and lying beside him, not once breaking the kiss. He nuzzled into his lover, smiling gently.
"I'm glad you're okay," Laxus murmured when they did pull away, stroking Freed's cheek. "And I'm sorry I fucked around and didn't make a move before. All that teasing bullshit was just my way of trying to get you to do something first, because I was scared of getting rejected."
"I can understand that, and I certainly won't be angry at you," Freed chuckled. "But know, I will do exactly the same to you from now on."
"Wouldn't expect anything less," Laxus grinned. "But we're not waiting that long until we fuck again, right?"
Freed simply smirked, and kissed his lover again. "Absolutely not."
#Fraxus#freed x Laxus#freed justine#laxus dreyar#fairy tail#fanfic#Writing#one shot#word count: 5.9k#canon divergence
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Three Is Not A Crowd
Summary: Neville and Oliver like to bring strangers home.
Neville should recognize this one, but doesn’t, and Oliver is, well, blindfolded.
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Choose Your Own Universe, Established Neville/Oliver, Pre-negotiated Kink, Threesome, Safe Sane and Consensual
Warnings: Polyamory, Frottage, Anal Sex, Blowjobs, Awkward Sexual Situations, Spitroasting, Dirty Talk
Words: 2509
A/N: brainworm .... may write more about these three.
if there’s anything else i should tag on ao3, lmk!!
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They had been stealing glances for minutes now.
Like always, Neville waited, testing the waters. Whenever he took a sip from his pint, the man across the bar followed suit. Then, their eyes would meet before they pretended to get caught up in something else.
Whether it was the man’s steel grey eyes or his rugged–and handsome in their own way–looks, Neville was intrigued. Enough was enough. Taking a long drink, Neville steadied himself and made his way over to the other side of the bar.
“Care to buy a man a drink?” he grinned as he took an empty barstool next to the stranger.
“What about the one you just had?” the man teased back.
Neville smirked at this, letting his leg brush against the man’s as he turned towards him. “Well, there’s still room for shots isn’t there?”
With a quirk of an eyebrow, the man then flagged down the bartender and ordered two shots, dark and unidentifiable. Toasting each other, Neville didn’t let his gaze stray as they took their shots, the liquor burning as it flowed down his throat.
“Got any plans for the rest of the evening?” Neville said as his confidence grew.
If only his old schoolmates could see him now, a far cry from the timid boy he once was. It only made him stand even taller, flashing a wicked smile at the man.
“Well, if you’ve got time in your busy schedule for me,” the man licked his lips.
At this, Neville couldn’t help himself. He dove in, stealing a kiss from the man, who eagerly pushed back. Their kiss broke with a small bite and Neville cleared his throat, reminding himself of his task.
“Just one thing,” Neville began, “I, well, I have a boyfriend–” the man’s face fell and Neville stumbled over his next words. “But! We like to fool around! Bring in another person. If that’s alright with you.”
“Oh,” the man blinked. Neville’s stomach dropped and he waited for the rejection. “More than alright.”
Letting out a sigh of relief, Neville leaned forward, placing a kiss on the corner of the man’s mouth. “Suppose we shouldn’t keep him waiting then, hm?”
Neville took the man’s hand and the two quickly paid for their drinks before heading out of the bar. Outside, they met in another heated kiss and Neville’s knees weakened. This felt so right, the excitement, the unknown that laid before them.
“Got your boyfriend all tied up or something?” the man asked when they parted for a moment.
“You could say that,” Neville toyed, unable to stop his cheeky grin.
Amongst rough kisses and heavy petting, somehow Neville managed to get the two of them back to his shared flat. Make-out sessions against the door and down the hall finally brought them to the bedroom where upon opening the door, Neville was able to see all his hard work coming to fruition.
On the bed, his boyfriend–Oliver–writhed as a whine left him. His wrists were tied up, eyes covered with a black cloth while a red ball gag held his mouth open. His body, fully nude, shifted against the sheets, the vibrator inside of him buzzing on his sweet spot.
Neville grinned as the man stared on, almost to the point of drooling. “If he didn’t have that cock ring on, he’d have come five times by now,” Neville whispered in the man’s ear.
Stepping away, Neville stripped himself of his clothes and climbed onto the bed, running his hand down Oliver’s side. “We’ve got a guest, sweetheart. Let’s put on a show.”
Oliver moaned in return, his hips bucking up as Neville’s fingers trailed lower. Looking back over at the man, Neville held his stare as his fingertips ghosted along Oliver’s cock before sliding lower, teasing at the pulsing entrance.
With a low groan, the man all but tore off his clothes, landing on the bed with heavy movements. Neville pulled him in for another kiss and the two moaned loudly as their tongues shoved in and out of each other’s mouths.
Neville’s smile never wavered, especially when he felt Oliver twist and shake from his fingers playing around with the vibrator. With an agonizing, slow pace, Neville pulled the vibrator out, before tugging the man to sit between Oliver’s legs.
“Why don’t you have the honors?” Neville offered, his hand stroking the man’s hardened cock a few times.
The man nodded, a shaky breath leaving him and Neville felt his cock twitch. Without clothes, Neville could see the man’s shaped abs, his bulky form and he almost thought about offering his own ass up first. However, Oliver had been so patient. Neville didn’t want to neglect him.
“Alright, darling, let’s work that mouth of yours,” Neville sat across Oliver, his cock landing on Oliver’s face.
Oliver nuzzled the cock and Neville steeled himself, lest he started rubbing on Oliver’s face to get off on that alone. When Oliver froze, Neville looked over his shoulder, watching as the man entered Oliver. He slid in easily, filling Oliver up to the hilt. Oliver and the man moaned together, but it wasn’t until the man started thrusting, rough and slow, that Neville took the gag off of Oliver.
Giving Oliver only a moment to breathe, Neville then shoved the head of his cock into Oliver’s mouth and swore as Oliver worked his magic. Oliver’s tongue teased him, his lips sucked Neville deeper, until the world faded away. Neville worked himself in and out of Oliver’s mouth, timing himself with the man’s thrusts until the sound of slapping skin, heavy moans filled the room.
This was ecstasy. Neville looked behind him to see the man gripping tight to Oliver’s hips, slamming into him and Oliver’s cock bouncing against his stomach. The sight was beautiful, Neville wishing he could see multiple angles at once.
“Take that cock ring off of him, will you?” Neville panted as he kept fucking Oliver’s mouth. “He’s been such a good boy after all.”
The man agreed, freeing Oliver from the cock ring. In a few thrusts, Oliver was screaming against Neville’s cock, cum coating his stomach and Neville’s back. The vibrations only helped bring Neville to his own orgasm and he spilled into Oliver’s mouth, a gasp leaving him as he endlessly came. A grunt from the man was all Neville needed to hear to know that Oliver was being filled up and he grabbed onto the headboard to keep himself from collapsing.
“Fuck,” the man rasped out and Neville couldn’t help but agree.
With gentle moves, Neville pulled himself away from Oliver and freed his wrists before laying next to him. “Alright there?” Neville checked in as he untied the blindfold.
“Never better,” Oliver managed, his voice raw.
The two shared a passionate kiss before Neville turned to the man to ask how he was. Until Neville saw the confused stare on the man’s face.
“Flint?” Oliver’s voice shot up in pitch.
Neville could only watch as Oliver scrambled into a seated position, knees up as if to protect himself while the man at the end of the bed jumped off, eyes wide and mouth open.
“Wait, what?” Neville looked between the two men, confusion and fear colliding together.
“Wood,” the man spoke at last before his stare snapped over to Neville. “Hold on...Longbottom?”
Neville’s stomach sank. Suddenly, there was something familiar about this man and old, haunted memories from school filled Neville’s brain.
“You didn’t recognize him?” Oliver brought Neville back to the moment at hand. “You’ve been to all my games, we went to school with him.”
“I…,” Neville sifted through scrambled thoughts but nothing made sense. “To be fair, my focus was...has always been on you, Oliver,” Nevilled then defended himself.
“Holy shit,” Marcus breathed, running his hands down his face. “When did you get fit, Longbottom?”
Neville blinked at this. He had expected yelling, some choice insults. Not Marcus Flint staring at him with a renewed hunger. Heat coiled in Neville’s stomach and he suddenly felt the need to cover himself.
“Alright now, he’s my boyfriend,” Oliver nearly growled as he took Neville’s hand in his own.
“Yeah, but, we all just fucked,” Marcus shrugged as if there was no problem at all. “I don’t think anything here is exactly conventional.”
Neville looked between the two men, Oliver glaring Marcus down as Marcus pretended there was something interesting on his arm. Just minutes before they were all on the bed, having the time of their lives. There was plenty to say but Neville couldn’t focus on any of it.
Laughter burst out of Neville and he could only collapse on the bed as his stomach began to hurt. Yet, the laughter didn’t stop. He could feel the stares, feel Oliver’s concerned touches, but it took what seemed like eons before Neville finally caught his breath.
“Oh, fuck,” Neville giggled as he properly sat up. “This certainly is something, isn’t it?”
Wiping the tears away from his eyes, Neville’s pride swelled as both Oliver and Marcus had small smiles of their own. It was almost too impossible to be believed and yet everything that had transpired on this night was perfectly real.
“Well, I suppose we could start over,” Oliver mused, his gaze straying over to Marcus. “It’s not as if I’ve ever truly hated you. Just...”
“...Good, old fashioned rivalry,” Marcus supplied. “And you, Long–er, Neville,” Marcus caught Neville’s attention. “I’m sorry about everything that happened at school. What my classmates did. What I did.”
The corner of Neville’s mouth twitched and he nodded. “Thank you, Marcus. Though, you didn’t really do–”
“–but I should have been better, should have stopped them or something,” Marcus was quick to jump in. “You didn’t deserve any of that.”
Neville fell silent then and leaned into Oliver as his arm wrapped around him. School had not been easy by any means, but Neville was finally healing, ready to move on. Swallowing, Neville settled into his resolution and brought Marcus into a small kiss. The hesitation from Marcus only solidified Neville’s choice, their embrace ending all too soon. Neville was quick to kiss Oliver as well, the love of his boyfriend helping Neville feel safe and sound.
The silence in the room was deafening and despite everything, Neville wanted to go back to where it was before, when the evening had begun. Sharing a stare with Oliver was all it took before Neville was watching Oliver kiss Marcus, an unresolved tension finally breaking between the two.
As Marcus’ hand slid up his thigh, Neville’s stress fell from his shoulders and he was quick to dive back in, nipping and kissing along Marcus’ neck. Before Neville knew it, he was wrapped up in Oliver’s arms, fingers ghosting along his chest and teasing his nipples. A small moan left him, earning a wicked grin from Marcus.
“Sensitive?” Marcus teased before he leaned down, taking one of the nipples in his mouth.
Neville’s hands flew to Marcus’ hair and he whimpered as Oliver flicked one nipple while Marcus’ tongue swirled around the other. Strong hands gripped onto his waist, sure to leave deep bruises that Neville would never want to fade.
“What do you want, love?” Oliver whispered in Neville’s ear, his teeth grazing along the curve of Neville’s neck.
“Fuck, anything, everything,” Neville panted, his back arching as Marcus’s mouth traveled down his stomach.
The snap of a bottle cap and Marcus’ mouth on his cock forced Neville’s eyes wide open. He shuddered, letting his body be rearranged so he was kneeling. Marcus went on his hands and knees, still pleasing Neville’s cock while Oliver’s oiled fingers traced along Neville’s rim.
Neville pleaded for more as Oliver’s finger pushed into him, only to have his breath caught in his throat as Marcus wrapped his hand around Neville’s cock. Sitting up, Marcus pulled Neville into an open kiss, moans exchanged between the two as Oliver stretched Neville open.
“More, yes,” Neville trembled, leaning on Marcus to steady himself.
“Needy too,” Marcus joked as he slowly pumped Neville’s cock. “Any other secrets to Neville, Wood?”
Neville could see Oliver’s evil grin in his mind and when Oliver brushed against his prostate, Neville lost any coherency he still had. His moan filled the room, followed by breathy laughs that shot along his spine.
“Please, Oliver, put your cock in me,” Neville begged, his hands gripping tight to Marcus’ shoulders.
Letting the two men move him around, Neville found himself staring right into Marcus’ eyes as Oliver pushed into him.
“Beautiful,” Marcus breathed against Neville’s lips, holding his head in place by simply holding his chin. “I can’t wait to see what you look like when you come.”
Neville groaned at this, pushing his ass back against Oliver to make him move faster.
“Easy there,” Oliver held onto Neville’s hips. “You’ll get what you want, sweetheart.”
With his free hand, Marcus gripped his and Neville’s cocks in a tight hold, rubbing them together as Oliver began to thrust into Neville.
“Oh, fuck,” Neville’s voice shook.
It all felt so good–the two bodies he was stuck between, the stretch of Oliver’s cock, Marcus’ rough pumping–he was losing himself in the best way and Neville let himself be consumed by Marcus’ deep, heavy stare.
Whines and moans escaped from Neville as Oliver and Marcus wrought out his pleasure, sending him closer to the edge with each passing moment. Oliver’s breaths warmed Neville’s neck while Marcus teased him with small kisses and nips on his lower lip.
Neville couldn’t hold back anymore and his head fell back onto Oliver’s shoulder as he reached his climax. A near scream tore itself from Neville’s throat, his cock awkwardly thrusting in Marcus’ hand. Cum covered his and Marcus’ stomachs, but Marcus continued to milk Neville dry as he reached his own orgasm with a sharp groan. Oversensitivity took over, causing Neville to whimper as Oliver pounded into him, Marcus’ hand still stroking the two of them. His nails dug into Marcus’ skin and when Oliver came, Neville let out a pleased moan.
All three men struggled to catch their breaths, holding each other up as bliss passed over them. When Neville lifted his head, he was greeted by the sight of Marcus licking the cum off his hand before Oliver snuck in a kiss from Marcus to have a taste. With Oliver slipping out of him, Neville lost his strength and he was happy to let Oliver lay him down, his mind still in a slight haze.
Neville tried to help clean up, but Oliver and Marcus were quicker, gracing Neville with small kisses before they finally settled on the bed. As sleep began to take over, Neville watched Oliver and Marcus take their places on either side of him, both men choosing to throw an arm over his waist.
As their legs tangled together, Neville settled into the warmth and exhaustion washed him away, a smile on his face as it did so.
#neville x oliver#oliver x neville#flintwood#neville x marcus#marcus x neville#Neville Longbottom#oliver wood#marcus flint#indigo writes shit#don't like don't read#polyamory
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Rip You Apart - Part 2
Summary: He demanded you to stay away from his basement, but you were curious by the howling sounds. Now he caught your scent and the beast inside him wants to claim what your body offers.
Sequal to Part 1
Pairing: Werewolf!Henry Cavill x Reader
Word count: 1.9K
Warnings: AU. Dark Fantasy, violent rough sex, MaleDom / FemSub, overstimulation, biting, manhandling, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mention of bodily fluids. All the good stuff.
A/N: Okay, I woke up this morning and wrote the short drabble and did not intend to have such warm feedback from you guys. So a gift from me to you here is part two! Many thanks to the AMAZING @agniavateira who edits my work!
Title: Rip You Apart
The deep blue gaze followed your hands as you reached to the cuffs around his thick wrist. Standing on the tips of your toes, you made an effort to reach the small iron pin that held the cuffs together. The screeching sound of grinding metal filled your ears as you managed to pull the small peg between your thumb and index finger.
Henry’s arm fell heavily to the side of his body. You’ve meant to reach his other arm when he grasped your jaw tightly and held your face to his. He pulled you close, tilting your head up and letting his nose run up and down your neck to catch your alluring scent.
A low soft groan left his lips while his hand brought your ear to his mouth. “You can still run, turn away and I won’t hurt you.”
You whimpered, your breath shuddering through your chest. There was no physical or mental power that would make you want to turn and leave him behind. It was as if you were bewitched, your mind weakened by whatever was in the air.
Perhaps it was those piercing blue eyes that had you under his spell?
The only will you had was to touch him. Trembling fingertips pressed onto hard abs, now lubricated with sweat that made his skin glow in the dim light. You slid further down and squeezed his pulsating manhood, whimpering once more as you felt his girth between your slender fingers.
He wasn’t lying, he was about to rip you apart.
Henry hummed with pleasure, his free hand tugged your hair, forcing your head further back as he ran his beard down your exposed throat. It was as if he meant to mark you with his scent, to frighten away any other wooing male who might come in your way.
“I don’t want to run,” you answered, enchanted. Your skin tingled and reddened under his ministration. Gently and carefully, you nudged him away and shifted to undo the other cuff while he stared at you with growing anticipation.
You knew well enough he could have freed himself once the first cuff was off. It was your loyalty that he needed.
He coveted your full devotion and more than anything, he coveted you.
The remaining cuff fell to the ground, thundering through the room and through your trembling heart. You stepped away, watching as Henry stood free, arms pressed to each side of his body. His gaze pierced through you silently, penetrating into your soul. There you were, a young succulent female who wandered into the territory of a starved ferocious beast.
Instinctively, you paced back with fear as he began to move. Your feet were nearly stumbling but you needed them no longer.
In a flash, you were held against his body, toes dangling in the air as his hands grasped you onto him. His grip was so stark that you couldn’t help but yip, yet your cries were muffled into the mouth that devoured you.
He kissed you with an aching craving, his tongue invading between your lips to domineer your very breath. You’ve never been kissed this way, as if you were claimed, any refusal you made is to be dismissed.
Not as if you wished to refuse him.
Henry’s hand made it clear that he has no intention of letting you go either. His hands found your behind and pressed you into his hardness, the slight friction enough to make him moan into the depth of your throat. The sensation of his girth against your abdomen made your panties soaked and the vicious smirk that formed within his kiss did nothing but alert you that his need for you was dire and unrelenting.
Within seconds, you were shoved to the ground with the large, burly man climbing on top of you. His fingers wrapped around the fabric of your clothes and ripped them shreds. Your shirt, your jeans, and your undergarments were now nothing but a pile of rubbish laid on the ground.
Alarmed, your hands came to cover your chest, your legs crossing to shy away from his hungry glare. But the enormous god-like creature would have none of that, his hands forced yours away, pinning your wrists to the floor while his knee kicked your thighs apart.
“I warned you,” he spoke darkly before lowering his head to the throbbing tendon in your neck. Warm wetness flicked over your throat as his tongue descended down your skin. You shivered and hissed at the way his saliva chilled in the cold air once he moved away.
Following the course of your body with his mouth, he savoured on every inch of you with vast enticement. To him, you were a delicacy to be consumed, and damn if he didn’t want to have it all.
“I always wondered what you taste like,” he murmured against your breast, the tip of his tongue circling around your nipple. A deep moan departed from your lips, your voice aquiver, your body arching on the floor, taking whatever he offered as a great whore. You brought yourself to grind at his knee, leaving a trail of wetness against his trousers.
“Please, Henry.” You urged, trying to induce more friction. The chains weren’t lifted from him, they were passed onto you. Now you were bound to his sinful will, resistance was futile.
“Take me!”
If only you’ve known that those words brought his promise to light.
Sharp fangs sank into the plumpness of your breast, his teeth broke into your tender skin.. You yelped out in pain only to be comforted with pleasure as he licked at the blood that dripped from the bite.
“You smell so good,” he murmured against your chest as his hands finally left your aching wrists. Within seconds, every inch of your body was left bruised. Deprived, he left his seal across your body, scratching, suckling, nipping, and kissing at every pure piece of flesh. Even the sacred space between your legs wasn’t spared. You gasped, left reddened and swollen as he abused you with his wicked mouth and tasted your elixir with every suckle of his lips.
“You taste even better,” he murmured, his breath vaping hot against your cunt.
You bit on your knuckles, pushing yourself into his face to urge him to fuck you with his mouth.
But you’ve gravely erred. It wasn’t the time to please you, it was time to wreck you.
Kneeling between your legs and unbuckling his belt, he exposed his endowed cock to your smitten eyes. You whimpered as you drank in the sight of his perfect manhood, adorned with ridges and veins that ran through its generous width. Your body shivered as you realized he was about to enter you, and make you take him all the way inside with no bargain.
With every means to keep the promise he made, he gripped your thighs, nails digging into your muscles. He pulled you toward him until your ass rested on his thighs, positioned for easy penetration.
His beautiful blue eyes focused on your terrified gaze, his hands further spreading your thighs apart.
“After this, you will be mine forever, do you understand?”
It wasn’t a question meant to be answered.
You both cried out as he entered you with a violent slam. Your wail was deep and full of pain against his melodic shout of overwhelming pleasure as his cock sank fully into your lush depth. He was too large, splitting you in half. Your walls struggled to shove him away as if to banish this sinful invasion into your body but he would have none of it. Smirking, he pulled away only to shove into you again, even harder. There was no parley nor did he mean to spare you, you were meant to stretch and accommodate him.
He knew he was hurting you yet there was no power to stop the beast that took control of the reins. Loud grunts chanted through his mouth, and his brow furrowed with concentration as he held you hard and fucked you like an animal.
Tears sprang from your eyes, he made you sear with each thrust yet something inside you wanted this, needed him to use you, to unload his pain into your willing wound. You pushed to meet his thrusts, squirming upward, grinding yourself against his body. Soon pain mixed with pleasure and your cunt became devoted to his claim.
Henry’s brow softened at your acceptance, thrilled as you took everything given to you. He watched with awe as you whimpered for him with ecstasy, tugging on your own hair as waves of pleasure licked at the spot where your bodies united.
His hand reached out to cup your jaw forcing you to look straight into his eyes as he pounded you. Jostling on the floor you quickly grabbed his hand, forcing his thumb into your mouth. You moaned and sucked hard while his cock bottomed out inside you causing warmth to gather within your loins. You were close, never feeling so full and whole in your entire life.
Yet Henry gave a glare that was a mixture of awe and fury. It was wrong of you to provoke the beast but you couldn’t help it, you heeded the calling of something archaic.
“You’ll take what’s given to you.” He blurted and placed his hand on your neck, choking you as he began to pound into you at a violent pace. It was all that was needed for you to lose yourself in his carnal union. You screamed in ecstasy, feeling yourself falling apart around his cock.
Henry looked at you with fury, eyes blazing at your sight of bliss. With a grunt, you were flipped on your knees and entered from behind. You were still clenched from your last orgasm yet he ignored the protest of your walls and took your hair in his fist, fucking you with inhuman stamina.
All you could do was succumb to his need and moan as he punished you with impossible speed.
“Is this what you wanted?” Henry rasped in your ear. “Is this what you expected you’ll receive?”
“Yes!” you screamed, feeling yourself clench again. The room filled with the squelching sound of your wet skins slapping against one another with great haste. Adding to the symphony of his animalistic growls which overpowered your succumbing cries.
Once again pleasure was taken against your will. Your cunt milked at his cock woth desperation, begging him to join you in this dark paradise, to give your body what it needed. You were on the brink of collapsing, muscles violently trembling beneath him as he took you in vigour, yet once again you were flipped, taken to a new position before you even managed to catch your breath.
Down on your back, hands pinned at each side of your head, Henry drove between your legs, his blue eyes met yours, ravenous and feral. He gasped against your lips, drops of sweat trickling down his face and falling onto yours.
Beyond sore, your body couldn’t take him anymore. With tears in your eyes, you begged.
It was all that the beast needed.
With a great roar, he swelled and twitched inside you and you felt the hot rush of his load sprouting into your accepting womb. Gasping, he collapsed onto your chest and you immediately embraced his trembling, exhausted body and quietly ran your hands onto his back.
“Mine,” he groaned against your bruised skin.
“Yours,” you answered as he remained buried inside you, making sure his seed dwells there for as long as it needed to be.
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#Henry Cavill#Henry Cavill fanfiction#AU!Henry Cavill#Werewolf!Henry Cavill#Werewolf Henry Cavill#Henry Cavill x reader
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Double stuffed.
ship: Leedo x Xion
(contains belly fetish content, smut, gas, cum inflation, vomit)
Geonhak was a big boy... Not big as in chubby, but muscular and tall... Beefy.. So he needed a lot of food to build up his energy, especially the days he planned on working out, dance practice, or doing fan meets and vlives.
A live was scheduled for Geonhak today, and dongju excitedly waited for the notification so he could hype him up in the chat, but as time passed... no Geonhak. Dongju huffed and left his room, wandering through the dorms to hear a soft groaning coming from the office where they would normally go live. With a tilt to his head, dongju made his was to the door and slowly pushed it open, seeing Geonhak curled up on the couch, groaning in pain. “H-Hyung? Are you okay?..” Dongju asked, slipping into the room and closing the door behind him. He crouched down besides the couch, placing a hand to Geonhak’s arm. “Mm.. Y-Yeah. Im fine.. Just a stomach ache..” Dongju’s face fell even more, nodding his head at the his hyungs response. “Hey.. look at me.. You feel like you’re burning up..” Geonhak groaned and turned over into his back, revealing his enlarged stomach, which sloshed and gurgled at his movements. Dongju gasped, eyeing the hill under the others shirt. “Oh, dear... Youve eaten too much again..” Geonhak nodded his head, flinching as his stomach rumbled angrily in response. “I-it’s hurts so bad..” The smaller boy pouted and sat down onto his bottom, carefully raising up the others shirt, hearing it gurgle continuously. Geonhak’s abs have faded so much under the bloat of his belly, they we’re almost invisible now. Dongju has been in this position many times before, always soothing his hyungs belly aches, so he knew exactly what to do.
With a sigh, dongju pressed a hand to the bubbling orb and began caressing it, feeling the vibrations of the rumbles, and food shifting against his hand. “Ooh.. fuck..” Geonhak sighed with relief, the rubs and massages from Dongju helping his digestion move along easier. Loud groans and gurgles emanated from the belly with each shift of food that was pushed deeper into his belly and digestive track, causing Dongju to smile softly. “Good boy.. Digesting so well..” The tummy let out a soft burble, geonhak smiling to himself as his belly thanked the other for the praise. The bloat soon pushed to geonhak’s lower belly, most of the food now digested. Dongju’s head laid rested against the swollen tummy, listening to the activity inside, all while geonhak snoozed. With a deep rumble and a forceful push outwards of his lower belly, a loud rippling gust of air pushed out from Geonhak’s ass, causing dongju to jump, and geonhak to awaken. “O-oh, shit.. i’m so sorry..” The taller said with a blush to his cheeks, watching a dongju giggled. “You’re fine, hyung~” He smiled sweetly, pressing his lips to the bloated dome, giving it a kiss. Geonhak’s stomach purred at the kiss, his hand reaching down to cup the bulge in his lower belly. “i-it looks like i’ve got a baby bump-“ Geonhak snorted, the other nodding his head in agreement. “Mmm, you’ve got another little food baby~ tsk.” Dongju’s lips pressed soft, sweet kisses over the flesh, ending at his shallow navel, listening to the belly, and geonhak’s moans. “Mmh c-come and love up on my belly more..” Geonhak whined, pulling the smaller onto his lap. Dongju only giggled and cupped the belly in his hands, giving it a squish. The belly gurgled at him, sending a belch passed geonhak’s lips. “Mmh— Excuse me..” Geonhak muttered, closing his eyes once again as dongju leaned down and began pressing more kisses to the gurgling mass in his hands. “You sing so beautiful when i’m giving you attention~ i love listening to you.” softly, geonhaks stomach rumbles, shaking his whole belly, absolutely loving the praise Dongju gave. unfortunately, the rumble also signified something else. Slowly, geonhak sat up and looked down at the bump of his lower belly, placing a hand over it and feeling it tremble with rumbles under his touch. “Ooo... fuck.. i-i think it’s time to let this food baby go..” He muttered, scooting Dongju off his lap and hopping up, just to be pulled back down next to Dongju again. “Mm, not yet. Im not done with you.”
The smaller straddled the others thighs again, cradling the belly in his hands again. Geonhak let out a soft whine, listening as his belly protested, begging for release. “D-Dongju, i-ive got to go..” His stomach churned and burbled angrily with each passing second, dongju ignoring the cries for his own guilty pleasure. “I think i deserve an award for soothing your belly ache.. dont you remember what you promised lasted time?” Dongju slipped down onto the floor, sitting himself between his hyungs legs, waisting no time as he eagerly tugged down his bottoms, being greeted by a tent in Geonhak’s boxers. “Perfect.. Already hard for me..” Geonhak’s whole face turned red, resting a hand to the side of his angry, grumbling stomach. “J-ju, i can’t.. my belly aches too much.. i really need to use th—“ He was cut off by an eager Dongju, who has already freed his cock from his boxers, and press a kiss to the leaking tip. “You’re belly is just gonna ache more and more until you’ve filled my belly with your cum..” The sound of Dongju’s belly rumbling with hunger echoed through the room, harmonizing with the other belly’s gurgles. Geonhak bit his lip and scooted to the edge of the couch, cock twitching right in front of the others face. His balls rested under him, swollen, throbbing and abused. it’s been awhile since he’s gotten off...What better place to dump his huge load than down his best friends throat. Happily, dongju took his hyungs cock into his mouth, looking up passed the bloated belly to meet the others gaze, sending shivers down Geonhak’s spine.
Soon, dongju’s throat was being pounded into, his bottoms now on the floor with his hand around his own cock, jerking himself. Deep grunts and moans rumbles through the others throat as he pushed his hips into the smallers mouth, a hand over his belly as if gurgled and sloshed with each movement. Finally, with a growl, geonhak released his built up cum deep into Dongju’s throat, filling his rumbling belly full of his seed. Dongju’s eyes widened at the sudden release, his head being forced down onto the cock, unable to pull back. Tears filled his eyes and he clutched his expanding stomach, taking in ever last drop of his cum. It wasn’t long before his lower belly began to flood with the cum his stomach was unable to hold, pushing out his stomach even more, all while crying against geonhak’s cock, begging him to stop before he burst like a balloon. Finally, after dongju’s entire midsection was full, geonhak pulled back, watching the boy vomit up a huge wave of potent seed, still leaving him with a small, taught belly, looking as if he was a few weeks into his own pregnancy. Geonhak smirked and stood himself up, leaving to finally relieve himself, poor Dongju panting and collapsing by the puddle of cum he threw up.
A few minutes passed, dongju laid on the floor, collecting himself. A soft gurgle from his stomach caught his attention, sitting up and slowly raising his shirt, gasping at the sight of his round, bloated stomach. It let out another grumble, one that sounded satisfied and full. Dongju smiled tiredly, cupping a hand to his cum filled underbelly. “you like that, huh?” The belly rumbled in response, causing his already hard cock to twitch up against his stomach. “i’ll cover you in cum too~” the smaller whispered, caressing the swollen mound, leaning back and wrapping his free hand around his length, slowly stroking himself against his belly. Soft moans filled the room, his head full of memories that happened just a moment ago. He pushed against his stomach, hearing it slosh with his hyungs cum, groaning before resting a hand over the top of his stomach. The thought of being filled full of Geonhak’s cum was enough to push him over the edge, and with a soft whine, he released his seed all over his round belly. “Well, well, well... Enjoying yourself too?” said Geonhak from the doorway, causing dongju to jump a little. He nodded his head and looked down at his belly, the mess he made and then at geonhak, a pout on his lips. Geonhak was now much less bloated, and felt much better. He was Quick to clean dongju off and place him on his lap on the couch, holding him close. Dongju got comfortable, pulling his shirt down as much as he could, the shirt riding just above his belly button from the bloat. Geonhak was just about to speak up when he was interrupted by a deep gurgle from Dongju’s stomach. Dongju let out a soft whine, looking down at his belly as he placed a hand over it, feeling his belly churn, digesting the cum that sat heavily inside. “Sounds like you’re ready to nap and digest your meal now.” Geonhak chuckled, laying back with dongju rested on top of him. The smaller boy smiled and wrapped his arms around the other, feeling his swollen belly pressing into geonhaks, fitting together like a puzzle piece. Slowly, the two drifted off to sleep, the soft rumbling and gurgling of dongju’s belly, along with the vibrations it made, soothed them both into a sweet, deep slumber.
#stomach kink#belly kink#oneus#leedo scenarios#leedo smut#leedo oneus#son dongju#oneus dongju#emeto#inflated belly#stuffed belly#kpop scenarios#kpop#belly ache#belly rumbles#writing prompt#sickfic
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I know the purple lion/palladin would be amazing, but Lotor as black palladin? That would be very sexy of him. Imagine Black choosing him after Zarkon stolen him/died. The bayard changed for him during blood duel. Your headcanons?
Hi, anon! Thanks for the note! Yeah, it seems like Black Lion at least acknowledged Lotor in some way, for him to use that bayard. Even if that were a fluke/one-time thing, then Lotor, as a prince known for fighting alongside his soldiers in battle, commanding generals of varying personalities, being an expert pilot, and being charismatic enough to win enemies to his side, seems to have a lot of leadership qualities that Black Lion would look for.
I could see Black Lion choosing Lotor after defeating his father, but I also wonder if maybe another musical lions event would happen at an earlier time that was critical for Keith as well?
I started thinking about headcanons for a possible Black Paladin Lotor VLD remix…and ahh, got a little carried away into basically writing a story outline for it, haha:
In this AU, Keith’s reluctance to lead and his increasing interest in Blade of Marmora, along with Shiro’s clone being contaminated by Haggar’s magic, would perhaps establish why Black Lion seeks out Lotor and searches his heart as a candidate to begin with.
It could happen in a revised ending to s4, where maybe Lotor’s move to stop Keith from sacrificing himself to save others is a little more harrowing. Like say in the attempt, Keith still gets injured and Lotor’s ship is destroyed, and Zarkon’s forces are pounding down on them. So Lotor boards Black Lion in a desperate attempt to save them both from his father. Black Lion acknowledges Lotor has an interest in Saving the Whole™ in a way that Keith hadn’t grown to understand yet, so it opens its controls to him. The battle continues with Lotor shakingly at Black Lion’s controls, in the lead of Team Voltron.
Bonus if during this entire switch, the consoles to all of the Lions begin to glow brighter, because on the astral plane, the Lions are in communication with Black Lion, deliberating on the decision to accept Lotor as the new Black Paladin. They accept after Black Lion shows them that it will connect with Lotor and make him understand things too. The consoles in the Lions then return to normal, and Lotor’s spirit is locked in on the astral plane, which he feels.
Double bonus points if in this scenario, Keith is fully aware of what’s happening (maybe he just has a broken arm and leg or something), and he’s in a frazzle, trying to tell Lotor how to use the controls to get them out of there. And Lotor snaps back, also in a frazzle, “Don’t tell me how to fly.”
Triple bonus point if the other paladins are kinda freaking out that Lotor just took control of Black Lion, and that Black Lion accepted it.
“If you want to survive to argue with me, paladins of Voltron,” Lotor calls roughly through the controls, “then fight with me now against my father.”
Hunk is squeaking in shock and executive dysfunction. Pidge is flailing like, “Uh, guys??? Can he just do that??” Lance is sputtering because “Excuse me, why is HE the Black Paladin now?” Allura is very, very silent. Her father had connected her life-force to Voltron—so perhaps she felt the Lions’ debate on the astral plane. She very quietly moves to say, “Keith is injured, and we can’t lose Voltron to Zarkon. This is our only option for now.” And she demands to Lotor, “Black Lion has accepted you, which means it—” her face ticks—“trusts you in some way to get us out of here. And we’re taking on fire. We need a unified response.”
Coran is flailing in the background on the Castle ship. Shiro is eyes narrowed, leaning forward in curiosity about this son of Zarkon.
Haggar is watching through Shiro, in shock.
Lotor reverts to his training, offering simple commands to push back his father’s forces and have the Voltron Lions rendezvous back at the Castle ship for further discussion.
Lotor had no idea how deep the well of power was within Voltron. Like, he knew this thing was a beast of a war machine, but he had no idea it was quite like this.
Lotor tiredly boards the Castle of Lions, helping a limping Keith out of Black Lion. The sight makes Hunk and Pidge hesitant to throw Lotor into the Tube of Shame. Lance and Shiro move to help Keith, who’s trying to awkwardly brush off that he just tried to commit suicide and that he has a broken arm and several sprains. Shenanigans abound.
Allura walks up to Lotor, eyeing him hard. He eyes her back. (Is this the first time he’s really seen Allura???). Bonus if he blushes holding her gaze. Just a lil.
Allura moves to demand of Lotor, “How did you manage to convince Black Lion to give you control? What did you see? What did it tell you?”
Lotor admits he intended to board Black Lion to plea for his life in exchange for information about his father, who clearly despises him. Black Lion responding to him in such a way was a complete surprise to him as well.
Keith is meanwhile getting bandaged up and is leaning against Black Lion’s paw. He’s kinda relieved he doesn’t feel the leadership bond. But he’s also relieved that Black Lion still sends him positive waves. Black Lion simply knows his heart is elsewhere and that he is a good Blade, in the way of his mother. And good leaders know resources work best where they’re happiest/most productive. Black Lion knows they will see lots of Keith yet.
Lotor sighs and offers himself up for incarceration and interrogation for how to undo the bond with Black Lion. He didn’t want to be like his father, anyway.
The fact that he rejects the legacy of his father makes Allura hesitate. She knows Black Lion wouldn’t choose someone it couldn’t trust or teach, and that its own ears had grown deaf to Zarkon. Instead of incarcerating him, Allura does demand that Lotor live up to Black Lion’s expectations, and that he accept the Castle scanning him for potential bugs or possible security breaches. Also, that he undergo the same tests she put the paladins through originally.
Black Lion often shows Lotor visions of the past—of a version of his father who once did great and protective things for the galaxy. Things that Lotor has dreamed of being able to do, and that he can do through Voltron. Lotor tries to understand what all went so wrong with his father and how he might have some things in common with this pre-corrupted version of Zarkon. He panics when he realizes that Haggar is actually a corrupted form of his true mother, and he tries to deny it.
Haggar, meanwhile, has not yet recalled her life as Honerva. She knows Voltron is still the key to opening the rift…or else that she can do something with the comet Lotor had started building ships out of…
Season 4 ends/Season 5 begins with Keith temporarily in the healing pod, and Lotor picking up the armor of the Black Paladin. There might be some form of Lion musical chairs again, unless Keith convinces Lance that being someone’s right hand also means working to ensure that the leader has his head on straight. Which, honestly, Lance might be a little over the top, but he is good at questioning stuff and was shown in s3 to admirably pick up slack where Keith flailed.
Bonus points if Lance activates that Altean broadsword again during Lotor’s training and fights him, with Lotor praising his tenacity while also schooling him on technique and strategy. This reiterates Black Lion’s judgement in naming him Black Paladin and results in Lance tentatively accepting Lotor as Black Paladin. Lotor perhaps realizes that some of the animosity has nothing to do with lions and mostly to do with Lance’s interest in Allura. He wins some favor with Lance by offering to teach him the art of the sword.
Lotor ends up sleeping in Black Lion often because he doesn’t quite trust the paladins either. Not yet. He blushies if he ends up accidentally running into a pajama-clad Allura in the middle of the night. Realizes awkwardly that the paladins call his father The Turtle, and that he himself is also afraid to take off his armored shell. Which means he is a little more like his father than he thought. But he doesn’t feel safe enough to take his armor off yet with the paladins around….until he realizes that they are not wearing armor around him at all.
Keith is easily healed in the Altean healing pod and takes up his position in the Blades full-time. The Blades and Team Voltron get closer than ever, working together most days to take down strategic Galran outposts.
Kolivan interrogates Lotor at least once.
Hunk is probably the most diplomatic with Lotor during the initial integration phase. He asks questions about Lotor and what it was like growing up as Zarkon’s son. Lotor trusts Hunk’s opinion on most things, especially when it comes to the sensibilities of other Voltron Coalition allies. But he does rely on Hunk to help him know what’s good food, too.
The colony plot doesn’t exist in this AU, but I could see a version where maybe past!Lotor tried to help out Alteans like Bandor escaping his father’s genocides—and that the attempt to help them escape didn’t go so well. So Lotor clings hard to the concept of Black Lion giving him the chance to protect people again. Maybe in this remix, Pidge helps Lotor to hack into top-secret Galran systems that Zarkon had blocked him from. It creates the opportunity for Team Voltron to break out various Altean prisoners from Zarkon/Haggar’s clutches, who were either being harvested or forced to work for the empire in secret locations. Bonus points if Bandor was one of those prisoners who gets freed and lives to reunite with his long-lost sister. The s5 arc would therefore in part be the Voltron coalition working to actually establish a true Altean colony based off the number of prisoners they free. Allura is breaking down in happy tears that she and Coran and Lotor aren’t the only ones left.
Lotor starts piecing together that Haggar was searching all of these Alteans for information about a place called Oriande. He comes to realize that it’s a real place and encourages Team Voltron that they have to get there before Haggar does.
Lotor gets his cat back somehow. Kova probably tries to chase Allura’s mice around, resulting in shenanigans and at least one overturned table and a food goo fight. Bonus points if it ends with the mice cuddling up to Kova for warm sleepy time.
Keith’s space wolf he picks up during a Blades mission, Kosmo, ends up chasing Kova at least once.
Kova has very odd diet demands that occasionally make Team Voltron go on a side adventure to look for something. Lotor had gotten used to his generals doing this for so long but enjoys trips to the Space Mall to find toys for his kitty.
Coran and Krolia tend to mother-hen a bit more over Team Voltron during this time. Lotor finds better parental figures / role models in them. Lotor might open up to them about Haggar being Honerva.
Dayak comes to visit at least once, upset that Lotor has turned his head from the position of emperor of the Galra. She might be how Lotor gets his cat back. Dayak thinks Team Voltron is beneath Lotor but sticks around because her ultimate loyalties are to Lotor.
Lance gets Lotor into video games.
Lotor sometimes assists Keith with understanding certain odd things the Blades do as Galrans, which helps Keith rise in ranks there and continue to provide cavalry support to the Voltron Coalition.
Allura and Lotor both play in Monsters and Mana. Lotor is a bard, dumps all of his points into charisma just to see what chaos does to strategy. Keith joins in when he can, plays a princess because why not.
Lotor likes Shiro but feels there is something deeply wrong with him. He keeps information about Oriande away from Shiro, but the trip to Oriande reveals at least its location to Shiro and Haggar.
Haggar successfully reaches Oriande and passes the trials, inheriting deep knowledge. But the ancestors are silent with her and unwelcoming. Unperturbed, she then rebuilds Lotor’s fallen/abandoned ships with the comet ore, realizing how to build an anti-Voltron (the Sincline mecha). Her goal is a bigger and better mecha for Zarkon to pilot once and for all against Voltron. Because they don’t need Voltron anymore.
Being Black Paladin doesn’t mean Lotor immediately wins his way in Oriande. But he still has the Mark of the Chosen and determines that he will one day go back to finish the trials so that he can experience being connected with the ancestors.
Lotor had rather pleasantly forgotten about his old ships until he sees his designs in the risen Sincline during a battle with Zarkon. He is incredibly incensed that his father slandered his ships’ original paintjob. The paintjob honestly bothers him more for a time than the concept that Zarkon has rift technology, but he soon gets his priorities straight.
Team Voltron suffers a significant loss to Zarkon/Haggar tag-teaming Sincline. Lotor’s parents have also begun to reopen the rift, which is destroying planets and the very fabric of reality.
The Blades are called in to help.
Because Sincline is in part Lotor’s creation, the mecha has a weakness. Lotor is able to connect with it long enough to deflect some of Zarkon’s commands for it. It’s possible that a Haggar-contaminated Shiro activates at this time to try taking Black Lion back over, or to specifically unseat/injure Lotor.
Cue a major face-off again between Haggar and Allura, with Keith moving in to try and stop Shiro while Lotor desperately tries to maintain hold of Black Lion and Sincline. The entire Team Voltron spiritually works together to decouple Shiro from Haggar and to hold off Sincline long enough for other allies to arrive as backup.
Lotor’s old generals switch sides and end up helping Keith and the Blades.
Zarkon and Haggar flee, realizing that Sincline has a weakness they did not expect. A weakness they have to kill, because they’ve sensed that Lotor can and will kill them to stop them.
Haggar is unsettled because she saw in Lotor’s memories that she was actually his mother—and that he is genuinely disgusted by Haggar. This awakens a part of her entirely that not even the rift creatures/dark entities can fight.
In a symmetry to revised s3, Keith takes controls of Black Lion—which still accepts him because he’s worthy of it—to help an injured Lotor pilot to safety.
Team Voltron reconvenes in the middle of a fairly damaged galaxy, building a plan to take down Sincline before it can try opening any more rifts.
Zarkon demands that Haggar poison Sincline entirely against Lotor.
Haggar, who realizes she’s actually Honerva, starts to have significant breakdowns in trying to fulfill Zarkon’s wishes, who is her husband trying to kill her son. The more she remembers of Honerva, the stronger and more solid she becomes about who she is and how dark entities have deceived/manipulated her worst aspects. She begins to understand why the Altean ancestors had been silent with her.
Honerva realizes that Zarkon is too strongly controlled by rift creatures/dark entities, but that she’s also ruined her own chances of creating a backdoor in Sincline. Zarkon turns against her upon discovering she is no longer like him. He reaffirms that he will kill his own son to achieve supremacy, and that he will kill Haggar too if she defies him.
Honerva desperately tries to run away.
Meanwhile, Lotor acknowledges that Shiro is perhaps in a perfect position to slip past Sincline’s defenses—having had Haggar’s magic on him and her technology—and take over the ship from the inside out.
Cue an epic battle where Zarkon loses, and where Team Voltron and Lotor win because they believe in the power of teamwork and strength in unity. This results in a battered Voltron still standing, with a battered Sincline being piloted by Shiro, who has successfully connected with Sincline. In this AU, Shiro is stronger than ever in fighting off the darkness, in a reversal to his arc as Haggar’s puppet.
Sincline has been growing increasingly sentient and recognizes Shiro as the Galra’s Champion. Sincline accepts Shiro’s command to stand down.
Even with Zarkon killed, the rifts he opened are beginning to expand to destroy worlds, and Allura is trying to hold it off with the spiritual help of her fellow paladins.
A secondary, mysterious source kicks in to help her heal the rifts.
It’s Honerva, somewhere, trying to undo what she helped create.
Lotor remains Black Paladin post-battle and helps to redesign Sincline as part of a Defender Fleet. He helps the universe pick up the pieces as everyone limps along together toward a new era of peace and undoing the evils of the empire.
The Galra, recognizing Lotor as Zarkon’s son and as the inheritor of Black Lion, ask if he would be their new leader.
Lotor is tempted because he has always wanted the validation of such a title. But he already has a home with his found family—with the Fleet, where for once he feels like he’s where he is meant to be.
Lotor functions as Emperor Pro Tem to help ensure order through the next Kral Zera, backing Kolivan as the best possible leader. Which also opens up the Blade of Marmora as needing a new leader….which Keith has been training for…
Some Galra are disappointed that the reign of Zarkon’s lineage will be broken. But Lotor is in fact peaceful about it. He knows he’s going to be quite busy exploring and helping to defend the universe from whatever else may come, alongside the people who came to accept him as family.
He still ends up with an ambassadorial/very high official title within Galran government, gaining a greater respect for Kolivan and the ways the Blades work to unite the Galra under what their culture was before it got hijacked by Zarkon.
Keith’s actions in the final battle result in everyone else agreeing that he has achieved a level of leadership that is perfect for the Blades. Team Voltron attend the ceremony where he is named a Commander.
Lotor’s old generals receive honors and become official members of the Blades as well.
Lotor connects deeply with Allura and the Altean colony, and spends time on Earth learning about the human culture of his fellow paladins. He gets to explore, just like he always wanted to do. Team Voltron works in the aftermath of battle to assist in stamping out the Fires of Purification rebellion, rebuilding fallen worlds and their cultures, and protecting against dangerous space anomalies.
Black Lion is a happy Lion, keeping in contact with not just Keith, but also Sincline and by proxy the healed Shiro as well, as part of its own expanded Fleet. Black Lion recognizes it was built originally to protect just a galaxy—and it needs a greater Fleet for a much larger universe, working in harmony with more leaders. Black Lion can evolve and grow too, to recognize that Voltron really is stronger when it works together with others.
Lotor consistently spends quality bonding time alone with Black Lion—not because he doesn’t trust his expanded family. But because Black Lion was actually his first true friend who believed in him.
Black Lion enjoys getting washed and scrubbed. Lotor is very insistent that Black Lion be clean and sparkle like new at all times, because he recognizes he is a tenant of Black Lion and that Kova has a tendency to shed, and—“Kova, get down from the console! How many times—?”
The end!
Oh my god, this post got so long. I’m so sorry, anon. I really ran away with this prompt, oof. Thanks again for the note!
#Voltron#Lotor#Black Lion#Keith#Allura#Pidge#Lance#Hunk#Shiro#Zarkon#Haggar#Sincline#Coran#Dayak#Krolia#Kova#VLD#omg am I missing anyone#my brain really did a thing here huh#I just let it go and this is what happened#I've literally never thought of Shiro in Sincline before#But I feel like Shiro and Keith would still be so important to the success of this kind of AU#Possible Lotura shenanigans#also an image where Kosmo is chasing Kova who is chasing the mice
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For Star Wars Soulmate Month
Anakin has never been a fan of the whole soulmate-book thing. Some people found it romantic to be able to read all about their soulmate’s life before they’d met, but for Anakin it just showcased the worst years of his life; the years he spent as a slave.
As a child he’d wanted to burn his book, so his soulmate would never have to know that he’d once been a slave (he’d known down to his bones that he’d be free by the time he met his soulmate), but his mother had talked him out of it, telling him he’d never be able to find his soulmate without his book.
Anakin still thought about it.
He never read his book, not because he believed that only his soulmate should ever lay eyes on it like some did, but because every time he tried he felt the hot flush of shame and anger. Even the joy a soulmate was meant to bring was tainted by slavery, the one thing that he thought might be able to help him get through until he was free.
He hated Watto, and Tatooine, and the whole stupid universe that let him and his mother be slaves.
And then came Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn, who freed him and promised him training as a Jedi. Even at nine, Anakin had had some reservations, but the thought of being free, being able to travel the stars instead of being stuck on Tattooine won him over in seconds.
So he wins the Boonta Eve Classic and he gets freed, something he hadn’t known about until it was happening, Qui-Gon’s promise of him becoming a powerful Jedi seems in his grasp.
But he has to leave his mother behind. It’s the hardest thing he ever does, even later after he’s gone on several missions, even after he fights in a war, even after he has to kill the old man he’d thought was his friend but wasn’t, leaving his mother and not looking back remains the most difficult.
He almost left his book behind then, with his mother. Almost. Even if she couldn’t see the writing on the pages, it was still something to remember him by. But she’d refused, and Anakin had been strangely relieved.
He’s glad he didn’t when later, after the Jedi told him they wouldn’t allow him to be trained, after he blew up a spaceship, after Qui-Gon’s funeral, after being assigned as Obi-Wan Kenobi’s padawn, he checks his book, to read about the past few days, to remind himself that they were real and that he’s really free.
And he finds blank pages from the moment he climbed aboard the Naboo cruiser that first time. He’d met his soulmate. He’d met his soulmate and he hadn’t noticed. All those stories about sparks flying and knowing instantly were wrong. Anakin should’ve known. Nothing good is that easy.
His first thought is that it’s Padme, the beautiful angel, the Queen of the Naboo, Anakin’s first friend off Tatooine. But the timeline doesn’t add up. He’d met Padme days before his book stopped writing, but maybe that’s how it works? The only person he’d ever been able to talk about it with was his mother, who’d never met her soulmate and would never know unless they showed her their book.
Hers had been burnt when she’d fallen pregnant with Anakin.
Over the years he convinces himself that it’s Padme. He slowly chips away at all his doubts, refusing to back down. It’s Padme, it has to be. Who else had been kind and gracious to him, who else had made him feel like the most important person in the room whenever they spoke to him? No one. It had to be Padme. If it wasn’t Padme then who could it be? He didn’t want it to be anyone else.
He trains, he gets better, he fights with Obi-Wan and gets scolded by the council more often than not. But Obi-Wan is always there after, to apologize, to be apologized to, to hug and to take him to Dex’s. To reassure him that he’s wanted.
Anakin is sure he got lucky with his master. His fellow padawans always complain about theirs, and while Anakin and Obi-Wan clash over many things, they work well together and get along very well when neither of them are being stubborn. He’s glad, most days, that he landed with Obi-Wan instead of Qui-Gon. He gets the feeling that the other man had far too many expectations for him he’d never be abe to live up to.
Anakin never speaks about his soulmate to Obi-Wan, for all that he trusts his Master, he’s far too embarrassed to say anything to him about it. He doesn’t want to feel stupid anymore, and after his peers reactions to his inability to read, Anakin is hesitant to admit any gaps in knowledge to anyone at the Jedi temple.
So he keeps quiet about his questions and silent suspicions. He doesn’t want to be made a fool again. He waits in excitement for the day that he’ll be able to see Padme again and find out whether his decade-long suspicions are true.
And then he meets her again. He and Obi-Wan are there to guard her from assassins, and as he’s terrified as that time he’d accidentally kicked Master Yoda across the hall and into Master Windu’s face.
He’d had a rough time during his growth spurts and hadn’t been able to control any of his limbs, okay? He’s sure half the reason Master Windu hates him is because of that day. Anakin maintains that he should’ve dodged. What is the Force for, if not for sensing when a young teen with no control over their newly elongated limbs punts your weird-speaking toad boss at your head?
No, Anakin is not victim blaming.
In any case, he feels like throwing up, passing out and running away all at the same time. He’s about to meet his soulmate for the first time in ten years.
He sees Padme, and those feelings fall away. So does the feelings of passion and love he’s been associating with her for the past decade. Instead he just feels nostalgia for those fleeting days of almost-perfection when he’d first met Padme.
Something inside him tells him that Padme isn’t his soulmate.
He’s right, he finds out later. When they’re hiding on Naboo Padme confides that she’d thought he was her soulmate for the longest time, but had found out it was actually one of her newer handmaidens she’d met around the same time as she’d met Anakin.
Anakin tells her that he’d also thought she was his soulmate, up until they’d met again, but he doesn’t think so anymore.
They try to read each others books, but they can’t. They laugh at their childish foolishness and spend a few days fooling around and revelling in their lack of responsibilities. Anakin gets to meet Lorde, Padme’s soulmate and he revells in the way they fit together. Even if Padme wasn’t his soulmate he’s still glad she gets this.
And then Anakin dreams of his mother again and they leave for Tatooine. Anakin meets his step-father and mother’s soulmate and he rescues his mother. He barely stops himself from slaughtering the whole village, but his mother needs him more. And Obi-Wan would be disappointed in him.
His mother almost dies twice in one night, but Padme’s Naboo cruiser has very good medical supplies. Anakin gets to speak with his mother again, gets to hear all about how her life has gone and how happy she is with Cliegg. When Obi-Wan’s message comes through she encourages him to go help him.
So Anakin leaves his mother with a promise to visit when he can and he and Padme set off for Geonosis. They get captured, they escape, they get rescued, they chase down Count Dooku and Padme falls out of a ship and Anakin loses his arm.
The Clone Wars begin.
Padme gets married to her soulmate and Anakin is there at the small ceremony, hosted at the same place where they’d spent their last war-free days. Padme tells him she wants to keep it quiet, because Padme has a target on her back and has no interest in endangering Lorde
When he gets back to Coruscant Obi-Wan gives him a strangely sad look, but Anakin chalks it up to the loss of his hand.
The war rages on and Anakin gets knighted, far too soon in his opinion. Despite his chafing against Obi-Wan’s occasionally tight leash, he’s well aware that he still has a lot more to learn. Nonetheless, its still near the beginning of the war and they still get their seven days together after the ceremony, a luxury not afforded to newly-knighted jedi later on.
The war rages on and Anakin sees Obi-Wan a surprisingly large amount. They become the Team, the face of the war. They’re sent on large scale public missions together more often than not, and Anakin is glad for it.
The war rages on and Anakin gets a padawan of his own, Ahsoka Tano, though she’s as much Obi-Wan’s padawan as she is his. She’s far to young to be in war, but tragedy doesn’t care about age. It only seeks to inflict itself on whoever is most vulnerable. Anakin teaches her to be a Jedi, but he also teaches her how to deal with her emotions healthily. He wants her to be better than him, he wants her to suffer as little as possible. Obi-Wan shares this desire and helps in whatever way he can.
The war rages on and Satine dies, Obi-Wan’s soulmate dies and Anakin figures that if there’s any time to break their mutual silence on soulmates it would be now.
“I’m sorry. Losing your soulmate must be hard,” Anakin says, doing his best at trying to comfort his ex-master. He’d never had to comfort Obi-Wan before, if he’d ever got upset he’d always go and meditate. But not this time.
His comfort doesn’t seem to be very good because it brings a grimace of pain to Obi-Wan’s face and Anakin wishes he could travel back in time a minute to prevent that expression from crossing Obi-Wan’s face.
“She wasn’t,” Obi-Wan starts, “My soulmate. I was hers but. She was never mine.”
Anakin doesn’t think that makes losing her any easier for Obi-Wan. He wants to comfort him, but instead his stupid curiousity that he’s been suppressing for years comes to the surface.
“Do you know who is?” he asks and immediately wishes he could just erase this entire conversation.
Obi-Wan has a lot of issues that he’s repressed over the years. His feelings of inadequacy and fear of abandonment are well hidden to everyone except Anakin. Anakin knows how to recognise that in someone else, he knows those feelings well enough.
Which is why he notices Obi-Wan withdrawing into those feelings at Anakin’s question.
“Yes,” Obi-Wan whispers, “I’ve met them.”
Obi-Wan doesn’t say anything else immediately, but Anakin can tell he’s got more to say, so he waits in shocked silence.
“It’s,” Obi-Wan says, faltering. “It’s you, Anakin.”
Anakin blinks once, everything quickly falling into place, and feels like a complete idiot. Of course it’s Obi-Wan. He met Obi-Wan right when his book stops.
How had it never occurred to him?
And based on Obi-Wan’s sad but hopeful expression, his years of being an oblivious idiot have hurt his master.
“Oh,” Anakin manages to get out.
Obi-Wan deflates at that singles syllable, clearly misreading Anakin’s reaction. Before Anakin has time to fix his mistake, Obi-Wan opens his mouth to say, “I know your soulmate is Padme, but, well. If there’s any time to tell you it’s now. I finally understand how Satine feels. Felt.”
And if Anakin doesn’t feel like absolute garbage. Obi-Wan is already having a horrible day and Anakin has gone and forced him to bare his soul and
“It’s not Padme, it’s you,” Anakin says. Obi-Wan’s eyes widen. “I thought it was Padme for a long, long time. But. It’s not. Hers is one of her handmaidens. And mine is you.”
Obi-Wan still hasn’t moved, and Anakin decides to continue. “I didn’t realize until now, but I’ve been an idiot. My book finished writing right before I first met you. It never occurred to me until now-”
Obi-Wan hugs him. It’s been years since Obi-Wan has hugged him, but Anakin’s instincts cause him to bring his arms around him almost immediately. Obi-Wan squeezes him tightly to his chest and Anakin knows immediately that they’ll be fine. They’ll figure this out together.
They’ve always been the perfect team.
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My Body Is My Weapon, So I Keep It Loaded
Prompt: Belly Bulge / Cum Inflation
Relationships: Geralt/Eskel
Rating: E
Content warnings: Belly bulge, Explicit sexual content, Anal Sex, Crack!fic (kinda), but with a happy ending
Summary: On his way to Kaer Morhen for winter, Eskel gets cursed by some faes, making his cock too big for any partner to handle.He turns to Geralt for aid, and Geralt is more than willing to lend him a helping hand (and more!)
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Geralt was on his knees, his lips stretched thin around Eskel's enormous cock. He knew (and experienced himself more than once) that Eskel was well endowed, but this time it was just ridiculously too much. He barely took the head in his mouth and the tip was already bumping against the back of his throat. He looked up at Eskel with shock and amusement, eyes already watering.
Eskel tangled his fists in the bedsheets, using all his willpower to not buck his hips forward and choke Geralt even more. But he was already so desperate to get at least some friction around his cock, after all these long weeks of forced celibacy.
Geralt didn't want to believe him at first, when Eskel had arrived in Kaer Morhen frowning, slightly panicked and with a visibly big bulge in his breeches. "Geralt, you're not gonna believe it, but I need your help."
And so Eskel told him about that one time a few weeks ago, when he had tried to take a shortcut through a deep forest, instead of staying on the Path. He stumbled onto a fae sanctuary and before he could retreat, they've "attacked" him.
"They've put a weird spell on me and, well... My cock's now twice as big as usual," he sighed with a frown.
Geralt couldn't help but burst out laughing. "I don't see how this is a problem."
"You're laughing, but I couldn't get laid in over two months now," Eskel said weakly, shoulders slumping. "I've been in three different brothels on my way here and it all ended up the same - as soon as I undressed, the girls would just give me back my coin and straight up leave. 'No way in hell I'm gonna let you stick that monstrosity in me,' one of them even said."
Geralt threw his head back, muffling his chuckles with a fist. He wiped tears of mirth from the corner of his eye. "I'm so sorry this has happened to you, but at the same time it's the most hilarious thing I've ever heard."
"Geralt," Eskel let out an exasperated huff. "I need you to help me, I have no idea if the spell will wear off by itself. And also, please don't tell Vesemir."
"I am so fucking gonna tell Vesemir," Geralt grinned. "But first of all," he licked his lips, scooting closer to Eskel, "let me take a look at what were dealing with here."
Eskel undid his laces with an embarrassed huff, looking away from Geralt's face. Geralt slid his pants down and gasped. Eskel's cock was resting against his thigh and it was much bigger soft than Geralt's dick has ever been when hard.
"Fuck me," Geralt whispered with a hint of awe in his voice.
"Please don't tease me like that," Eskel whimpered, his cock already stirring under Geralt's hot gaze. "I'm hanging by a thread here, I'm damn sure I would stick it in a tree hollow by now, if it weren't so cold outside."
"No, I'm serious," Geralt replied, voice husky, gaze fixed between Eskel's thighs. "Will be a challenge for sure, but I'm so willing to try."
Geralt released Eskel's cock from his mouth with a loud pop. His lips were already red and swollen, and he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. "You're gonna fucking destroy me."
Eskel propped himself on his elbows and looked at Geralt with half-lidded eyes. His expression was pure lust, his fists still tangled in the bedsheets, but he exhaled deeply and forced himself to talk. "You really don't have to do this for me..." He huffed and swallowed thickly. "I will... manage somehow."
Geralt didn't say anything in response. Instead, he stood up and nonchalantly slid his breeches down, freed himself of his shirt and then got on all fours on the bed. He looked at Eskel over his shoulder, taking in the astonished expression on the other Witcher's face. "I want to do this for you. And I also want to see how it feels to be utterly ruined by you," he accentuated his statement by perking his butt up. "But if you want to fuck me, you have to work for it."
Eskel worked him open patiently and steadily, pouring the oils generously over Geralt's hole and his fingers. Geralt took him in eagerly, and he had already three fingers deep inside him. Geralt's heated moans and huffs send shivers down his spine and Eskel stirred with arousal and lust, hoping for his wait to be over soon.
"Can you fit another finger in?" Geralt's voice was dark and hoarse. He stared at Eskel from behind his shoulder, looking already wrecked - skin damp with sweat, eyes half-lidded, his hair a mess. "Open me up good," he stretched that last word out, making it sound so much like a needy growl that sent sparks of lust straight to Eskel's cock.
"Geralt..." Eskel started weakly, his mind going dark with arousal, all of his thoughts focused on the promise of sheathing his cock in Geralt's welcoming heat.
He took his heavy cock in hand and lined it up with Geralt's ass. Geralt shot him a half-angry look from behind his shoulder. "No way I'm gonna let you ram into me like this. I'm gonna ride you."
Eskel laid on his back and propped his head on the many pillows, watching Geralt intently from under his heavy lids. Geralt lined himself with Eskel's cock and started sliding down, excruciatingly slowly. Eskel's hands darted forward to grab on Geralt's hips, the tension almost impossible to bear. Geralt grabbed his wrists firmly and pressed them into the mattress. "Don't you fucking move," he coarsed, his jaw clenched and brows furrowed. "I need to concentrate."
Eskel watched mesmerized as Geralt slid down his shaft, inch by inch, exhaling deeply with every little twitch of his hips. By the time he bottomed out, Geralt was panting heavily, his forehead adorned with beads of sweat, eyes darkened with lust. He hesitantly released Eskel's wrists from his grip.
Geralt has never felt so full in his life, the stretch almost unbearable, stinging pain blurring his vision and causing his breath to hitch. No amount of preparation could make him prepared for this. He felt as if all of his insides have made space for Eskel to fill him out completely. "If you move, I'll die," he whispered, more to himself.
Eskel looked at him, eyes widened, the golden brown of his eyes swallowed by his blown pupils. He reached out with one hand and placed it just above Geralt's hardened cock, completely disregarding the way it was leaking precome onto his stomach. Geralt's abs, usually rock hard and firm, were now unnaturally bulged, his belly round and sticking out. Eskel shuddered with excitement and pure desire - when he pressed his hand more firmly to Geralt's stomach, he could feel his own cock twitch inside of him.
Geralt looked down at him, equally mesmerized and only a little bit worried. He's also noticed the bulged belly and the way he could feel Eskel both directly under his skin and deep on the inside. "Are we doing this?" he asked quietly.
Eskel nodded, licking his lips and placing another hand on Geralt's stomach. "I want to feel it move inside you," he whispered hoarsely. He then looked Geralt in the eyes and added, "At your own pace, I'll leave you in charge."
Geralt swallowed thickly and propped himself on Eskel's chest, the slight change of his angle already causing him to tremble. They both groaned at the new sensation. Having braced himself, Geralt started moving.
He moved so terribly slowly, still trying to get used to the enormous stretch and the feeling of being so incredibly full. Eskel's eyes were constantly fixed at his stomach, and he watched Geralt's belly round up and then turn flat again while he moved up and down. He pressed his hands down more firmly to not only observe, but also to feel how full Geralt was.
With every move of his hips, Geralt moaned and whined and Eskel moaned with him. The sensations were driving him crazy, even though Geralt didn't speed up at all, stretching his every move out to impossible lengths. Eskel looked up at his Witcher's furrowed brow, his forehead wet with sweat, lips twitching with every move, eyes fixed on Eskel's medallion. Geralt was somewhere else entirely, his body moving up and down along Eskel's shaft, but his mind and soul have reached a totally different plane.
Eskel reached out with his hands and skimmed them over the damp skin of Geralt's hips. He so wanted to grab him tightly, to pull him up and then ram back into him; he wanted to be fast, filthy and aggressive, but he didn't want to hurt Geralt nor break off the reverent feeling Geralt was clearly now experiencing.
Then Geralt closed his eyes shut, guiding Eskel's hands to grab his hips, Geralt's own hands resting on his round belly. "Do it," he whispered with a broken moan. "Ruin me, Eskel."
Eskel hesitated just for a few seconds, then sat straight up, pulling Geralt into a heated kiss - the first kiss since they've started - and moved his hips. The sound that left Geralt's lips was definitely not human, he growled like a wild animal, something feral and primal coming deep from within. He grabbed Eskel's hair firmly, pulling at it to expose Eskel's neck. He bit down to muffle the obscene sounds he was making with every move of Eskel's hips, and that send Eskel over the edge.
Eskel bucked his hips up a few last times, making Geralt's stomach bulge unnaturally, his thrusts frantic and unforgiving, every brush of his cock against Geralt's prostate making him leak streaks of precome. Eskel grabbed Geralt's thighs firmly, his fingers digging painfully into Geralt's flesh and he came - the sensation making him see white and shudder with every spurt of spend leaving his cock.
Geralt whined and wailed, his teeth still biting at the crook of Eskel's neck and he trembled under Eskel's touch, finally finding his own release. He kept quivering through the aftershocks, still holding one hand on his stomach, feeling Eskel's cock turn soft inside him, but still stretching him to the fullest.
He moved up very slowly, freeing Eskel's dick from the tight heat, and toppled onto the bed, panting heavily and unable to speak. He felt wrung out and awkwardly empty, but at the same time extremely satisfied.
After a moment, he turned to Eskel, wrapping an arm around his waist. "Do you think we need to tell Vesemir right away?" he asked hesitantly. "Maybe the spell will be lifted after I... dry you out?"
"You're fucking insane," Eskel replied, still unable to move nor open his eyes. "We can try lifting the curse this way, though," he smiled weakly.
"Oh, I think it's definitely more a blessing than a curse." Geralt chuckled, hugging him closer. He would surely not be able to walk straight for a week, but he was more than ready to try again soon.
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#this was the prompt i was the most scared off#it was supposed to be a crackfic idk what happened#just... hotness happened i guess#enjoy it either way my friends#witcher rarepair summer bingo#geralt x eskel#eskel x geralt#geskel#gereskel
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breathe me in
a/n: this is the fic i promised for my 900 follower celebration! i’ve had this blog a for a while and it’s crazy to think that there’s people let alone 900 of them that care about my stupid opinions on stony. thank you guys so much!
summary: Tony tries to have a heart to heart with Steve after their fight on the Helicarrier and gets more than he bargained for. Set during The Avengers.
rating: Explicit, so explicit
warning(s): tony has self confidence issues but what else is new, heavy smut
edit: this fic has a sequel now!
choke on me—chapter one
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Almost dying, Tony decides, really puts one's life in perspective. They weren't kidding when they said your life flashed before your eyes, right up until your last breath. His life flashed alright, in a riot of color and noise, camera flashes, cheers, and jeers alike. And when he opens his eyes, he's greeted by Rogers kneeling over him looking distraught.
His almost death aside (he'll deal with that trauma later) Tony does what he does best to break the tension; he cracks a joke. And because today is just chock full of surprises, Rogers laughs. He laughs, and his eyes are as brilliant as the sky above them. Tony swears his heart stops again. It's happened enough for him to recognize the feeling.
Tony knows he can be an asshole. He can be rude and obnoxious and interruptive, all very much asshole behaviors. The majority of the time, it's just an act. People have come to expect a show from him, whether they know it or not, and Tony's never been one to half-ass anything. The public wants a rich, smarmy bastard? He can do rich, smarmy bastard. He's the fucking poster boy for rich, smarmy bastard.
But Rogers, laughing with him, smiling at him after dealing with Tony Stark: Peak Asshole Edition™? It makes Tony pause. The joke isn't that funny (you try coming up with a zinger after sacrificing yourself for the sake of the world), so why is Rogers smiling? It's not that Tony hates himself so much to the point where he immediately distrusts any signs of affection. But Tony's Tony. And Steve is Steve.
"That's why," he tells himself. "This is Steve Rogers. Being kind is in his blood." There's only death in Tony's.
"You're a real piece of work, aren't you, Stark?" Steve says, chuckling to himself. There's no heat to his words.
"You wouldn't like me nearly half as much if I wasn't," Tony says and immediately wants to shovel the words back into his mouth. He and Steve aren't friends. Steve isn't like Rhodey or Happy or hell, even Romanov, who Tony's still not sure what the status of their relationship is.
Instead of rolling his eyes or sighing, that slight smile stays on his face.
"Okay," Tony thinks. "That's new."
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Tony's got a new perspective on things. Maybe Rogers isn't that bad. That doesn't mean that they're friends, not even close. But, Tony thinks, as he shuffles from foot to foot outside the soldier's makeshift quarters on the Helicarrier, that doesn't mean he doesn't want to at least try.
Tony knows how to be the bigger person when he wants to be.
He knocks on the door, and before he can change his mind and retreat to Stark Tower like a recluse, Steve is opening the door.
Tony must have caught him while he was stripping out of his uniform; Steve's still wearing the bottoms of his suit, utility belt and combat boots in all. Aside from that, Steve is shirtless. Which is fine. Tony isn't going to question why Steve is shirtless, but it is hard to make direct eye contact with him when his abs are right there in front of Tony's face. And it's not like Steve didn't have time to put on a shirt before he answered the door.
"Stark?" Steve says. "I'm surprised to see you up and running."
Right. Near-death experience. "I may have bribed the doctors in the med-bay into letting me leave early," he says.
Steve frowns. Tony's quite familiar with Steve's frowns now. There's the "I can't believe you just said that" frown and the "Captain America is disappointed in you" frown, but this one, Tony can't seem to pinpoint.
"Your heart stopped."
"After the second time, you get used to it," he says with a shrug. "Look, I didn't come to talk about my medical issues."
A muscle works in Steve's jaw. Tony shouldn't find it as attractive as he does. "Why did you come, then?"
"I wanted to apologize."
Steve arches a brow. "For?"
"For being an ass." It comes out sounding like a question. "I...said some hurtful things, and I want to own up to them instead of sweeping them under the rug."
"It wasn't just you," Steve admits. "We both were at each other's throats."
"Still," Tony says. "You're not a lab rat. Not even close."
Steve's lips quirk up. "I'm a step up from rat, now?"
"Yes," Tony says. This is good. Steve is smiling instead of punching him in the face. Tony can handle this.
"You know...what you did today, that took courage."
Oh, God. Tony doesn't want this to be about him. (Despite popular belief, his ego isn't that fucking big.)
"Don't even mention it. Please," Tony says. "If you're not gonna let me apologize to you properly, at least let me do something for you, or buy you something. I'm great at buying things."
Steve frowns again, but his interest is piqued. "Like what?"
"I don't know, like a vintage car or something. A blowjob. Whatever floats your boat." Why did he say blowjob, why did he say blowjob, why the fuck did he say blowjob?
Steve's staring daggers into him. "Did you just offer to blow me?"
Seriously, why the fuck did he say blowjob?
"It was a joke," he says lamely.
"Oh," Steve says, his face dropping and—is Tony crazy, or does Steve actually look disappointed?
"I'm sorry. You don't have to if you don't want to," Steve says. "I thought...you know what, never mind." Steve's retreating back into the safety of his room, a blush flooding his cheeks.
Tony has two options, and he has to pick fast. He can either let this whole thing go and pretend it never happened, as that seems like it's what Steve wants to do. Or...he can roll with it.
"Wait," Tony says, grabbing Steve by the arm. His skin is hot to the touch. "It...it wouldn't be a chore or anything."
Steve swallows, looking Tony up and down. Tony feels oddly naked in front of him like Steve is seeing past every mask he's ever donned. "You mean that?" Steve says.
"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it," Tony confesses. His stomach twists into knots. During their fight he had thought about Steve pinning him against a wall, wrapping a hand around his throat, kissing his mouth like a savage—
"Yeah?" Steve says, and his tongue darts out, wetting his lips.
"Yeah," Tony breathes. The hallway feels like it's closing in on him.
Their eyes meet, and it's a matter of seconds before Steve's yanking Tony by his arm into the barrack.
Tony barely has any time to close the door and observe the room before Steve's on him.
He's kissing Captain America.
Tony Stark is kissing Captain America.
Steve kisses like he fights; All confidence and barely restrained power. Tony's back is pressed against the wall, but he can't find it in himself to complain as Steve's tongue finds its way into his mouth.
Tony doesn't know if they closed the door or not, and that sends an electric thrill running down his spine. Anybody could walk past and see him ready to fall to his knees and give Captain fucking America the blowjob of his life.
Steve slots his thigh in between Tony's legs, silently prompting him to spread them, and it's no skin off Tony's back to comply.
Steve's tongue is quick and clever, eliciting moans from Tony's mouth. Steve's a practiced kisser, and Tony's not sure if that bothers him or not. He had assumed that Steve was a precious virgin with 1940s sensibilities, but obviously, he had been with somebody. Tony wonders if it was recent and if Steve still thinks about them in his spare time.
The thought of Steve with another lover fills him with jealousy, and Tony finds himself kissing Steve harder. He winds his hands into Steve's hair and grinds his rapidly growing cock down on Steve's thick thigh.
Steve pulls back, chuckling as Tony chases after his lips.
"You're a needy one, huh?" he says, working at the fly of his tac suit.
"Like you're any better," Tony says, marveling at how out of breath he sounds. "You can barely get your pants down, you're so eager."
Steve raises his hands. "Alright, genius, you do it. I'll just stand here and look pretty."
Tony bites back a smile and instead makes quick work of Steve's fly.
"Oh, wow," he says softly when he pulls out Steve's cock, already hard and leaking precome. He's not a poet, but he's never seen a dick that looked so...nice. It's so hot in Tony's hands, like a brand. Steve keeps himself trimmed and neat, which makes sense, given the rest of his appearance.
Tony can hear his heart beating a rapid rhythm in his chest as the gravity of what he's about to do hits him. It's not like he's never given a blowjob before, far from it. But this is Steve. Steve, who lied on registration forms just so he could serve his country. Steve, who freed prisoners of war with little to no help. Steve, who plunged a nuke-laden plane into the ocean without a second thought.
"Hey," Steve said. "I meant it when I said you don't have to do this if you don't want to. Are you still okay with this?"
Something in Tony's heart softens at that, and he silently pushes it down. This is a one time only situation. He can't afford to get feelings involved, so instead, he nods. "Yeah," he says, "You think I'd say no to this?" And with that, Tony fully sinks to his knees.
He takes Steve into his mouth before he can ask any more questions. A sharp intake of breath escapes Steve's mouth. Tony's hands come up to rest on Steve's well-muscled thighs. It's hard to breathe at first—Steve is so big, Tony would bet his fortune that he had been like this before the serum too.
Tony takes his time, and Steve lets him adjust to the foreign weight in his mouth. He breathes through his nose because he's not a goddamn amateur, and settles into a steady rhythm, bobbing his head along the length of Steve's dick.
Tony savors the little gasps and moans that Steve emits whenever he swallows around him or flicks his tongue a certain way. He commits them to his memory like a raven collects shining trinkets.
Steve's hand curls into Tony's hair, not necessarily pushing him down, though. Just a steady, almost comforting weight on Tony's head that makes something in the back of his mind purr in satisfaction.
"You're doing so good," Steve whispers it like it's a secret.
Tony looks up at him, and Steve looks just as wrecked as Tony feels. The blue of his eyes is naught but a thin ring overtaken by a pool of black. His skin is sweaty and flushed, his lips red and swollen from where he had been biting them to stifle his moons. Tony wants to devour him.
Steve's fingers tighten in his hair, and Tony's moaning himself now. Steve's eyes flutter shut, his mouth dropping into a slight 'o'.
"How can someone be so fucking beautiful?" Tony thinks.
His own cock tents his jeans, leaking precome, but Tony will deal with it later. He's not expecting Steve to return the favor. This is an apology, after all. An unconventional one, sure, but an apology all the same.
"I'm close," Steve says. "Do you want me to—"
Instead of answering, Tony hollows out his cheeks and sucks. His teeth ghost over a vein along the length of Steve's cock, and Steve's coming with a muffled shout into Tony's mouth. Tony's careful to swallow it all, not wanting any of Steve's come to go to waste. He tells himself that it's just so that there's less of a mess.
"Jesus, Tony," Steve says, his voice all scratchy like he had been the one on his knees for the past fifteen minutes.
Tony pulls off of Steve and looks up at him with big eyes, his lashes shining with unshed tears. Something primal crosses Steve's face, and he snaps. The next thing Tony knows, he's being hauled to his feet, and Steve's tongue is down his throat like he wants to become a part of Tony. A pang of arousal hits Tony in his stomach like a sucker-punch at the fact that Steve would still kiss him after what he had just done.
Steve unbuttons Tony's jeans with deft fingers and shoves one of his hands down Tony's jeans. He finds his cock with ease. Tony wraps his arms around Steve's neck and digs his fingers into Steve's skin as he jerks him hard and fast like he's trying to punish him.
It should hurt. But a savage part of Tony's brain revels in Steve's loss of control. Steve isn't Captain America right now, America's golden boy. He's Steve fucking Rogers, and he's taking what he wants, consequences be damned. Tony doesn't even bother trying to hide his cry when he comes hot and wet into Steve's hand, pleasure lighting up every single one of his nerves as if he has been struck by lightning. Tony's knees tremble, and if it weren't for Steve pinning him against the wall, he surely would have fallen to the ground.
Steve breaks their kiss and tucks his head into the nape of Tony's neck.
"God," he says, his voice like sandpaper. "God," he repeats as if that says everything that needs to be said. In a way, it does.
"Hell of an apology, huh?" Tony says. He's always known how to ruin a moment.
Steve gives him a breathless chuckle in return. "If that was your apology, I'd kill to see your 'thank you,'" he says.
"Give me something to be thankful for."
"Yeah?" Steve says, lifting his head up to look at him. His eyes are bright, but there's a glint to his gaze that makes Tony feel like he's being hunted.
"Yeah," Tony says. Steve's smile cuts like a knife.
#stony#steve rogers#tony stark#stevetony#steve x tony#superhusbands#marvel#mcu#nsfk#imperialstark fic#imperialstark writing#my fic#my writing#this one isn't too long but i'll still put it under a keep reading#lemons#lemon
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Harness & Spears Chapter 6/10
Warning: oral sex
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It was a drive of around 6 hours and Sam and Jack needed to take two short breaks to refuel the car and Jack needed some fresh air one hour before they reached their destination. He got travel sick for the first time ever. But they took another car, neither the Impala nor the car Jack drove when he sneaked to Gilead. Jack still felt weird when they arrived at the motel.
Checking in was quick. Jack was surprised which motel Sam chose and Sam just gave him a smirk.
“This is luxurious!”, Jack calls out when they enter their room on the fourth floor.
“Yes, it is luxurious compared to what Dean and I are used to, we lived in really shabby stinky rooms more than once.”
Sam is wise enough to not just start telling tales of the ‘good old times’ with Dean, because that is not what Jack wants to hear right now. Dean is a topic they will avoid for as long as they’re here.
“I would say, I unpack our stuff, prepare some tea and you get better with your sickness, hm?”
Jack turns around. He isn’t that sick anymore, but Sam just offered him some pampering, how could Jack say no to that?
“Are you sure? I can help you with unpacking.”
Sam already opened his suitcase and now starts packing folded shirts and shorts in the cupboard. He turns around to Jack with a grin.
“It’s no bother, just unwind a little, take a nap while I unpack. Won’t take long.”
Jack fills the electric cattle with water and chooses a tea from the tea table. He hasn’t seen any of these so far, it seems very european, at least that’s what Sam told him, when he once was in Ireland. But he is also super curious what Sam packed. While the kettle starts working and Jack chooses fennel tea he looks over to Sam. It looks like he packed a lot for a week trip. Sam is the neater of the two brothers and carries extra underwear, even a hair dryer, three pairs of shoes. They haven’t decided on which disguise yet, but since it was a ghost hunt that had zero body count yet, they would maybe go with the ‘paranormal activity journalist’ thing, even though Jack loved also being FBI. After Cas told him after the teddy bear case he probably wasn’t the best actor in the field, he would let Sam talk anyway. Sam was big and earnest and super convincing.
Jack hears a rustling and how Sam hurries to hide what he was about to unpack back in his rucksack.
“What was that?”, Jack asks with a raised eyebrow.
On their drive here Sam chose to do the whole ride and while riding shotgun Jack played on his smartphone and he did what he always does since he and Sam are together. He educates himself about sex. He knows Sam will show him everything one day and also answer a lot of questions, but some things he just doesn’t spill. Jack is dying for answers, all the time, every waking minute with Sam. And that looked like a foil package of condoms.
Sam blushes and zips his bag, avoiding eye contact.
“Nothing, nothing that’s important.”
The kettle is done and Jack fills a mug with hot water and adds to bags of tea. He likes his tea strong and intense.
“Sam, that looked like condoms.”
Sam looks like caught in the act. And then he lets his shoulders hang.
“Yes, but it’s an old bag, I- I didn’t unpack it completely. They might have expired anyway.”
Jack is a little disappointed. Of course he had his hopes high for a second.
“Hey, baby, please don’t be disappointed.”
Sam shuffles the bag aside and invites Jack on the big king size bed. Damn it would be the perfect occasion. They’re alone and what did Sam just say yesterday? That he wants to be with Jack. And yes, yes, they are together almost all the time and they do the most exciting and thrilling things, Jack is regularly blown away and unable to form coherent statements when Sam is done with him, but… deep inside Jack he is aching for what people call ‘the first time’ and make a big fuss about. Jack reads a lot. He doesn’t like adult movies or porn, though, it’s tacky and he feels like this kind of intercourse in porn doesn’t resemble in the slightest what Sam and him would have. But how could he know if Sam didn’t show him?
Jack follows the invitation after a little hesitation, gets out of his shoes and opens his jeans, his belly hurts and Sam told him reducing pressure would, thus unbuttoning his pants or take them off completely. Sam also is barefoot now, out of his pants and Jack dives in his arms.
“I’m sorry, Jack, I know you want it. And I didn’t want to raise your hopes.”
“Is this all because I’m a virgin and you would be my first? And you have to stay pure and a virgin for as long as possible”, Jack asks quietly.
“Did you browse weird purity websites, Jack? Virginity is just a concept. The human body is made for having sex at one point in their life. That’s why you go through puberty, start having sexual feelings, breasts and penis grow, wet dreams, periods… all of this. Shaming someone for having sex is like shaming monkeys to climb trees. It’s bullshit. It’s sexist. I love being your first, but not because I think you’d be ‘unclean’ if someone else before me had sex with you, I just like the intimacy, being able to get to know you well enough to know what’s the best pleasurable way for you. And I’m very damn glad Hunter didn’t lay a finger on you.”
“But why don’t we have sex then?”, Jack asks with a trembling ache in his chest.
“You might be a virgin, but why I’m going slow is because I like going slow per se. I had sexual encounters that happened on the day the person and I met, and it was passionate and great and all, but… you remember the tacky jokes from Cas and Dean, that my cock is deadly?”
Jack chuckles, then nods. “Yeah.”
“That really happened a lot. I thought I liked someone, and then they were possessed by a demon, were a werewolf, I even had a sexual relationship with someone from whom I knew was a demon and that was even the whole point. I did it when I was mourning Dean. Later Dean stabbed her after-”
Sam swallows deeply.
“She, Ruby, was responsible for Lucifer to be freed from the Cage the first time. She tricked us into opening all the portals.”
“Oh. I don’t know what to say, Sam. I’m sorry.”
“None of this is your fault.” Sam says with a bitter undertone. “Back to the actual topic. I’ve been through a lot of experiences that seemed pleasant maybe, sexually, but in the end they got hurt, or I got hurt. I had a lot of people violate my body.”
Jack stiffens and attempts to get up, protesting.
“I would never-”, he calls out.
“Yes, you wouldn’t . I know that.”
But your maker did , Sam thinks bitterly. But when he looks at Jack, he sees Cas. Never Lucifer. And still he has issues to fully give in.
“But, Sam… I wished we could go further. I know you think I’m just a horny teenager but I feel-”, Jack clears his throat and winds out of the embrace to take a sip of his tea. It’s hot and he burns his tongue.
“I really like you, Sam, I want to be as close to you as possible. It’s a consuming feeling, it’s eating me up. I would say it’s wildly romantic to be so horny for each other, but I’m aching inside for you. Sam… I-”
Jack can’t make himself say it. “I want you so bad. ”
Sam takes the cup out of Jack’s hand and puts it on the nightstand. Slowly pulling Jack in his hug again, this time in his lap. Jack melts everytime when Sam does that and Jack can see in Sam’s face that he knows.
“Jack, believe me, I want you too. I want you a lot. It’s hard to resist you, oh, sometimes I feel like it’s impossible.”
It’s wonderful to hear that, it’s healing the aching, but only for a little and Jack knows it will come back at him even worse. He sighs and enjoys the shivers down his spine when Sam’s hand circles on his back, between his shoulder blades; a familiar motion. Never failing to make Jack either even hotter or calm him down. Sometimes it’s hard for him to differ which feeling is which. With Sam everything is right and upside down at the same time. Secretly Jack envies all of Sam’s lovers. And to hell with it, he is jealous that Dean had to have Sam so close for all these years, see him in puberty, see him maybe feeling lust for the first time-
It takes Jack a second to realize he’s just thinking about brothers, just that with the Winchesters nothing really surprises him anymore. Not even his own fantasy of teenage Sam, in full hormonal rage, humping pillows, like Jack once did when he didn’t know what the feeling he experienced really meant and how to prolong or end it.
“You’re still very victorious of resisting my qualities.”
“You sound like a dandy”, Sam chuckles, “Believe me it’s a daily struggle to not just…”
Jack’s stomach sinks and his groin is painfully hard and hot in a matter of milliseconds.
“Not just what, Sam?”, he whispers.
Sam turns both of them around and Jack lands on his back, squealing a little. It’s such an innocent, young sound that Jack has to recognise himself he sounds young and inexperienced. Sam shoves Jack’s shirt up to his armpits.
“Sam?”
Jack’s voice is shaky.
“I will show you how much I want you, okay?”
“I’m certainly not stopping you, please show me.”
He pushes up on his arms, looking down at Sam, who pulls down Jack’s shorts.
“How’s your stomach?”, he asks, kissing Jack’s abs.
Oh, fuck. Jack has to let his head fall back and he stares on the ceiling, thin blue waves dancing in his eyesight.
“My stomach? Miracle cure” he says with a raw groan.
As soon as Sam touches him in a certain way, Jack just elevates, his senses focus on what they’re doing and probably the motel could just go down in a blast of flames and Jack wouldn’t even notice he’s burning alive.
Sam’s long hair tickles Jack’s skin and he chuckles and winds a little, Sam holds him steady, there will always be one strong arm along Jack’s spine, supporting him, showing him that Sam won’t let go. And that he’s Sam’s. Jack would never ever let anyone else touch him like that. One hand digs deep in Sam’s hair, strong brown streaks, slightly curling. Unsure if to push him further down or pull him back up Jack just holds on, feels for Sam’s lips, his slick and talented tongue, waiting for the next sensation, waiting for his own wishes to form words, then sentences.
“Sam, I want you, I don’t wanna wait any longer…”
The kisses upwards stop and Sam looks up, lips wet and glistening, tongue flicking over his lower lip. It’s obscene as it is beautiful.
“I will make it worth the wait, Jack. Believe me, there are so many unbelievably good things we can do…”
“I want you… really, I want you… inside me.” Jack’s words splatter out of his mouth and he’s aroused yet a little ashamed.
Sam hikes up completely and lays Jack down. Kisses the ‘but’s and ‘when’s and ‘want’s away. Jack struggles, frustrated and horny, mood shifting between whiny and angry.
“You will, Jack. You will get everything you want and more. Please give it a little more time. It won’t be long, I promise. I know how you feel.”
A single mad tear rolls down Jack’s face.
“Sam, I want to be so much closer, I need to feel part of you in me…”
Sam kisses away the tear, tastes the salt. Jack is a shaking, needy mess, legs spread, shirt shoved up under his chin. Nipples hard, goosebumps all over and a raging hard cock between them.
“Are my fingers okay, too?”
Jack nods frantically. He remembers the orgasm that was so mind blowing and got ruined by Dean and Cas running into them.
“Yes, again, please.”
And Sam is a keeper of his promises.
Jack is shaken to the core before Sam even penetrates him. It’s a delight to see, only the sight of Jack’s golden eyes, the slight quakes, he’s so responsive in a unique way and it’s only for Sam. If Jack only knew how hard it really is for him to not just take the boy here and now, thrust in this perfect pale mannequin body, Sam has never seen anything so breathtaking. Of course he wants to feel Jack’s insides, he wants to drain the last drop of cum out of him while Jack rides him, GOD , Sam would do a lot to experience that in a complete guilt free and perfect way, like Jack deserves. Part of him wants to mark the naphil as his, show everyone that Sam is the luckiest man alive, because Jack chose him. Damn, fucking him until he’s loose and barely able to utter anything else than faint moans or sobs, yes, Sam wants to make Jack never forget the sex they’ll have. But he can’t. Not yet.
If Jack only knew that corrupting something so beautiful, so rare, so graceful strikes Sam with such terror -- to do it wrong. To disappoint.
If Jack only knew that Sam isn’t the strong indestructible man he might appear like. That things inside him are just broken and cannot be fixed. And it could destroy what they have. And Sam can’t have Jack shatter on the truth. He wants Jack to shatter on his body, shaking and in extacy. And in perfect bliss.
“Sam, please”, Jack coos.
Sam will not just give Jack his fingers, he’ll give him his tongue and mouth. Jack’s cock is full, red, tip glossy with precum Sam spread across already. He doesn’t hesitate to press the tip of his tongue on the bundle of nerves right underneath the glans while wrapping his lips around the tip. Jack sounds broken, his hips jerk and he simultaneously tries to pull away, his hands in Sam’s hair.
“Sam, so much! It’s so much!”
“Is it good much or bad much, baby?”
“Good”, Jack admits, “it was in a movie and when I saw it…”
Jack covers his mouth with his shivering hand, biting his finger.
“It was good?”
Jack nods.
“I won’t go on if you think it’s too much.”
“Oh, I… I don’t know Sam, it’s really hot, but what if I spill…”
Sam chuckles.
“Don’t worry about it.”
While talking he gently keeps jerking and Jack relaxes a little.
“I don’t want you to stop Sam, I want all of it.”
“Sure?”
“Yes, please keep going. Can I watch you?”
Jack looks down and Sam sees nothing but longing in his eyes. Good.
Sam laughs. “Of course, feel free.”
Jack already tastes a little salty from precum and Sam goes slow, it’s a new sensation and it’s just a matter of time until Jack won’t be able to hold his orgasm anymore. Sam risked it to take two fingers for Jack this time, circling his sweet spot steadily and sucking him in the same slow torturing rhythm. Jack’s hand in his hair clenches and relaxes before also his other hand grasps for some loose strands. His noises are so sweet, Sam’s cock jumps and aches with every new little ‘oh’ or whispered name it’s harder to stay patient and noble. Sam’s primitive part wants to go on without any mercy, suck Jack off, fuck this tight sweet ass with until he’s sore and force orgasm after orgasm out of this beautiful boy.
Jack’s breath hitches and his hips thrust up in Sam’s mouth, not enough to make him gag but enough to make his mouth water even more, make the blowjob sloppy and full of wet noises. Immediate reactions. Moaning. Fingernails scratching his scalp.
“Sam! I’m….”
Jack doesn’t need to finish that sentence, Sam can feel it coming. Jack’s cock grows even harder, a little bigger - or is that wishful thinking? - and Sam can’t resist to swallow as deep as possible, his fingers ramming into that tight hole -- fuck, Sam is about to cum himself untouched just by how Jack feels, tastes and these sounds. Fuck, these sounds should be forbidden.
“Close”, Jack cries, “Sam, so close!”
Sam would love to answer, give Jack some encouraging answers but he can’t stop now. He wants to feel Jack filling his mouth, he wants everything Jack can give right now. It should be painful, how Jack clings onto his hair, pulling and ripping. It isn’t.
With some firm and frantic rubs of Jack’s prostate and Sam moaning with his mouth full of cock the boy arches his back and cries so sweetly, his legs crossed behind Sam’s back start pressing them even closer together, his hands push and pull.
“I’m coming”, Jack’s voice is clear as a bell, no trembling.
And then he shoots his cum, thick hot spurts in Sam’s mouth and while Jack gasps and moans so loud the neighbors might hear, Sam swallows and keeps stroking, keeps sucking.
If Sam only looked up, he could see the molten glowing honey shade of Jack’s angel eyes, wide open, his shaking body and a faint blue light illuminating the face perfectly shaped like marble, Grace surrounding him like a halo.
Light bulbs pop and TV starts crackling -- just seconds later everything turns quiet.
Sam looks up, catching the rest of cum with his thumb from his lips and licks it up. Jack looks down at him, his eyes teary and still shining a little.
“Sam…”, he croaks.
Sam crawls up and Jack immediately snuggles up into an embrace.
“Did you just cause a blackout?”, Sam asks with a grin.
Jack sobs. “I think so... It was…”
“Yes, I felt it. Overwhelming?”
“I still feel like I’m shaking…”
Sam hugs him tighter. “You are still shaking a little. I will hold you.”
It takes a little for them to calm down. Actually, Sam can’t calm down, he is tenting his boxer briefs. There’s no way to hide it. Jack shifts, a hand runs under the fabric. Sam forgets to breathe for a moment.
“You don’t have to”, he whispers.
Jack doesn’t stop.
“But I want to.”
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