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teal-skull · 17 days

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Sometimes something you hear a random person say in a museum sticks to you so much you buy a magnet and never forget it.

Let me set the stage

I spontaneously went to an art museum, and it had an exhibition on impressionism. It showcased works from classic impressionist masters mixed in with nordic impressionists.

I walk up to what is obviously the crown jewel of this exhibition. It has been given it's own wall, with good spot lighting and a big junk of text beside it. I orientate myself so that I can take in this painting.

The painting is Les glaçons (Floating ice) by Claude Monet.

A pair of youngsters walk up to the painting. I think they are somewhere between 16-20. They had cool outfits, emo-ish style. They stop to look at the painting. Then one says to the other in finnish:

"This is fine/fancy but in my opinion meaningless." (Tää on hieno, mutta musta merkityksetön)

I, a person who has visited Monet's house in France, stand there, baffled by this. I'm white guy blinking at this person. In my mind I say: "Bro, that's Monet!!"

I kept examining the painting for solid five minutes, thinking about what that person had said. I was conflicted because while I disagreed hard, because a scenery painting in my opinion can have a fuckton of meaning, I could see where they are coming from, and in some sense, I saw a little spark of truth in that nihilist take. More of my thoughts are behind the read more link.

In order to never forget this moment (and perhaps out of some sort of spite) I bought a magnet with the painting on it.

Now whenever I see it on my fridge I think "fancy but meaningless...."

The thing is, while I don't think thats honestly might not always be the best way to look at art, and especially older paintings, there is some truth to those words. It's a very nihilistic take, but I find myself unable to completely disregard it. We have beautiful things in the world where their only meaning is to be pretty. They don't have any deep meaning given to them. Beauty is nothing but an obscure subjective experience we project into things. A fancy decorated hand mirror is indeed "fancy but meaningless". It's just a pretty object. And in some sense, that applies to art as well.

But then again, couldn't the meaning be that these beautiful things bring us joy, and turn the mundane into something that sparks happiness in us? Is that not meaningful in itself? Is the experience of beauty meaningless when it can awake so many emotions in us? Could it be that the purpose of this piece of art isn't to convey a deep message about society, but to capture a passing moment of natural beauty into something that will last long after the moment is gone? Or perhaps for the artist to show us what he he sees in nature, how the colors play, how there are no lines how light plays on the water's surface? In the text it's said that Monet had to paint this in freezing weather, and it was a huge labour, undoubtedly also physically. But he withstood the cold for art, to get his vision and to capture the moment. Saying the painting is meaningless is like completely disregarding the actual hard labour and years of practice that was needed in order to produce this particular piece.

It it not about being a physical manifestation of the artist's work, and technical skills and mastery of depicting light and color? Fancy, and therefore meaningful.

#note that I am not critisising the person becuase I can kinda see where they are coming from #but it also very much felt like a wet cloth had been tossed on my face #i keep thinking what they think makes a painting meaningfull? that it debicts something societally important?#that it has a political message?#are all scenery paintings fancy but meaningless?#skull rambles #claude monet

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norman-fucking-reedus · 2 months

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So it’s international women’s day and I was talking to one of my mutuals abt how Daryl would like worship you 🎀

I noticed that as the show went on Daryl’s respect and appreciation for women seemed to grow. I also feel like his mother could’ve been a victim of abuse, and so when he yells at any woman he starts thinking of his dad

I just think Daryl having his own person to unconditionally love and cherish would re-wire his brain in the best way possible

Idk what happened but I do not have a foot kink guys like feet actually scare me when I write I just make it all up as I go

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Daryl has never considered himself a religious man, but oh for you, he’d make a whole new religion.

Growing up Daryl was never allowed to have much of his own stuff, whatever little he did have he held onto and cherished with all his damaged heart. He loved these things dearly, and would fight like hell to get them back, but he’s never down right worshipped something, nor someone.

His parents claimed to be christians, yet they just made themselves look like hypocrites as they preached sins from the bible that they commit every hour of the day. Daryl believed that if there really was a God, he wouldn’t toss kids to people who didn’t deserve to have them, let alone help the people that needed help, like when his mom was burning to death in the house.

He didn’t believe in a God, no, not until he got to taste you for the first time.

You, Daryl loved you. From the tips of your very toes up to your hair, there wasn’t a single inch of your body that Dixon didn’t appreciate.

He takes his sweet, sweet time undressing you, carefully peeling your shirt off and running his blistering hands across the smooth skin of your stomach. Daryl dips his head down to kiss you, slow with lots of tongue.

Daryl’s hands move down your sides, hooking onto the waistband of your pants and pulling them down. He stared at you in muted awe as you stepped out them and stood in just your bra and panties, twirling hair around your finger.

You watched as he lowered himself down, not just onto his knees but down to the floor, his lips brushing over the skin of your feet. A shiver ran down your spine at the sight of Daryl bowing before you, peppering kisses along the skin of your ankles while slowly climbing his way up the skin of your calf, relishing in the ticklish sensation of your leg hair.

You were pure, sheer natural beauty, Daryl dared to say that Aphrodite herself could not compare.

He traced every scar with his lips, and touched every birthmark with the tip of his tongue, his hands stroking the skin of your legs as he worked his way up past your knee, to your thigh, squeezing and sucking on the plumpness. His fingers trailed over the bump dips of your stretch marks, traveling across your hips and stopping mere inches from your stomach.

Daryl knew that you were a little insecure about the markings, however, he had a deep admiration for the discolored lines etched into your skin, dragging his lips across them and feeling them underneath.

He made it his life goal to make you feel like the most gorgeous woman in the world because in his eyes you were the only woman in the world.

Daryl placed eager kisses over your clothed hip bones, running his tongue over your V-line before burying his nose in the growing wet spot of your panties, inhaling the addictive smell of your cunt. He stared at you with a needy, half-lidded gaze, licking his lips as you fisted the hair behind his ear, teasing the hem of your panties right in front of him.

His eyes never left your movements for a second as you slowly slid the thin fabric down, Daryl watching the way they slipped down your thighs and pooled down around your feet, eyes flickering back up to your pretty pussy. He watched as you spread your lips with your fingers, running your fingers down your folds and bringing your glistening digits to Daryl's lips, so casually offering him a slice of heaven.

You felt Daryl's groan vibrate through your fingers as he quickly wrapped his lips around them, swirling his tongue and sucking your slick. His cock pulsated in his pants, arousal burning hot in his belly as he taste you, wanting to taste you directly from the source.

As you pulled your soaked fingers from his lips, coating them in his own spit as you did, you adjusted your stance to stand with your legs further apart, lifting your leg slightly to step on Daryl's cock, a guttural moan coming from him as he thanked the stars above him for whatever he did in order to belong to you.

When you tugged Daryl's head forward by his hair, dragging your messy cunt across his chin and over his tongue, he jerked his hips up and down right whimpered when he ground into the pad of your foot. Every light sound he made, he made right into your slick folds, desperately lapping up your juices on his tongue. One hand held onto your thigh, and the other stayed wrapped around your ankle.

Daryl ran his tongue from your tight entrance, up to your sensitive clit, rubbing it with a few hard licks before darting back down your slit, this time slipping the wet muscle inside your soft walls. You moaned at the sudden intrusion, applying more pressure with your foot that had the man seeing stars underneath you. Daryl held your foot down, curling his tongue as he thrusted it in and out.

You had a tight grip on Daryl’s hair, tugging at his brown locks as he worked you open, pushing your closer and closer to the edge. He was such a monster when it came down to his mouth, knowing exactly just how and where he needed to use it.

He dragged his tongue back over to your clit, making quick work of filling you with his fingers. You groaned at the feeling of his thick digits, scissoring and stretching you further open. He stimulated a sensitive nerve near you clit as his fingers curled in your sweet spot, a high gasp coming from you as your hands tightened in Daryl’s hair.

You pulled his head back, clenching around his fingers when the cool air hit your puffy clit. Daryl panted softly underneath you, staring up at you witth hearts in his eyes as his swollen, red bottom lip got caught between his teeth. His hips rolled up into your foot, whimpering quietly.

“I love you” He choked out, hand gripping your thigh as the other continued to curl his fingers.

You brushed his cheek again, staring down with a pleased looked and smile. “I love you too, Dixon. Now come up here and stuff me”

Daryl grunted, sliding his fingers out of you and immediately bringing them up to his mouth, sucking you clean off.

He rose to his feet, wiping his fingers dry before circling around your back to unclasp your bra, throwing himself into one of your deep kisses as the garment fell down your arms to join your discarded underwear on the floor. Daryl ran his hands over the soft and squishy skin of your tits, groping them under calloused palms.

You directed him to walk backwards, taking careful steps towards the bed as his lips refused to leave yours, the lingering taste of yourself in his mouth as you explored it with your tongue.

Daryl’s knees hit the mattress and he sat down, leaning back a little to give you more space as you straddled him in all your nude glory. Your dripping cunt pressed against his bulge, and he could feel your warmth wetness behind the fabric. The groan that escaped his lips was quickly captured in another one of your dangerous kisses, Daryl’s head already starting to become full of haze.

“Your body belongs to me, right?” You slid a hand between the two of you, fingers dancing over his jeans as they unbuttoned them.

Daryl hummed, eyes fixated on you as you freed his cock. “Yes ma’am”

You smiled softly, dropping down for yet another mind fogging kiss, lining Daryl’s tip up with your entrance and sliding down slowly. He groaned into your mouth and the sensation of being wrapped up in your tight heat, cock twitching were it rested snuggly inside you.

When you started to bounce your hips, milking the length of his cock with each wet slide of your cunt around him. He wanted to snap his hips into you, fuck you hard and make you feel so, so good. But instead, he stayed right was he was, eyes rapidly flickering from watching where he was slipping in and out of you, to your pleasured face, lip caught between your teeth as your gaze met Daryl’s.

“I love you” He said once again, whispering it into the steamy space between the two of you. You curled your fingers into his scalp, tugging the brown hair as you locked onto his lips for another one of those fucking kisses. “I love you too”

And oh, how that’s all he ever needs to hear.

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Daryl not being able to process the fact that someone as breathtaking as you would want to date someone like him and he’s just so sickeningly in love that obviously his only option is to just straight worship the ground she walks on, like she’s a blessing sent directly from heaven itself and Daryl Dixon will be damned to let something as enchanting as you go to waste

He is stone cold LOVER BOY 😾

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mundoperla · 1 year

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❝𝙒𝙚’𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚?❞

DBD Killers x Gender Neutral S/O

⭒☆━━━━━━━━━━━━☆⭒

— yall are literally just fuckin in the basement ain’t nun else to say

idk about yall but im in love with the reworked basement 💃 Vittorio mains y’all give me mixed feelings.

·:*¨༺ ★ ༻¨*:·. ★ ༻¨*:·. ★ ༻¨*:·.

— killer(s) included;; frank morrison, albert wesker my babygirl, & evan macmillan

⚠️⚠️cws;; some very slight possessive behavior from all of them, general nsfw, the use of the word “whore” from frank, Frank does in fact nut in you, some dub-con for weskypoo😩, kind of rough sex???, established relationships⚠️⚠️

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖔𝖓

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Frank was already very spontaneous so having quickies in random spots isn’t below the two of you. He could care less about the other survivors, what’s important is trying to find a new spot the fuck you in.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ The main building? thats been done before. Inside the asylum? also done. Even out in the open barely covered by the trees, he’s doing his best trying to think of a new spot to make this alot more special.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ❛How about the basement?❜ He thought, maybe you’d be down for that? Definitely wouldn’t be the strangest place you’d fuck in.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ You were iffy at first to say the least, but you could tell he was eager to find a new spot for the two of you. So you followed him, through the shack and down the rustic stairs all the way down to the eerie basement.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ The air was thick and the humidity wasn’t helping either, although it was eliciting you to take off your clothes alot quicker.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ There was so much space surrounding the four conjoined hooks in the center as well as walls that hid the lockers well. You could have chosen to go behind one in case someone came in but where was the fun in that?

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ He wasn’t apposed to fucking you in front of other people, it was definitely something he had considered doing many times to show that you were his—but of course that would stay in his back pocket for another time.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Frank is immediately tossing his jacket to the side with his shirt following after, pulling his mask to the side so he could properly kiss you.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ His movements were sporadic, trying to get you out of your own clothes while attempting to kiss you and remove his pants all at once. He just wants to feel your soft skin on his, he wants to see you unravel for him again like you have numerous times.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ It felt so dirty knowing that he was going to fuck you in a place where numerous people had met their horrible fate, no doubt a few that were strung on these very hooks by your boyfriend and his friends, yet it was also exiting in the sense of you being aware you would come out completely unharmed but fully fucked out.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ He’s gripping your hips tight, visible indents lay where his fingers had been seconds prior. Frank had your back pushed up against one of the flat surfaces of the hook’s pillar, the two of you sat onto the blood coated floor as the last remaining articles of clothing were now discarded.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ You were grinding against his now exposed cock, whimpering due to the friction and occasionally looking down where the two of you connected and then back up to his face. He knew what you were doing, and he wasn’t going to let you have control for long.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ❝ Do you see how wet you are for me ? I haven’t even put it in yet and you’re whining for it like a whore. ❞

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Your legs are quickly tossed over his shoulders, Frank now aligning himself with your entrance. The initial stretch always stings for a moment but no longer than such, he was always careful in the beginning just for you.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Your insides are so warm. You don’t fully understand how he wishes to keep you to himself, away from everyone, just for it to be you and him together by yourselves. The idea of other killers and survivors being near you sets him off in a way that irritated him, he’d gone on multiple tangents to other killers and threatened other survivors to keep away from his partner; your fellow survivors sure did catch the hint…

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ None of the other killers paid you any mind however, only obligated to quickly dispose of you without any type of off track interaction so that Frank wouldn’t berate them afterwards. His yelling gets tiring after a while, who on earth wants to hear that???

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Anyways. His thrusts begin slowly, allowing you to adjust to his girth whilst also providing a good amount of friction for the two of you. He’s ready to stop the second you ask, but instead he gets your signal to go a bit faster. Of course this smug motherfucker will bury himself all the way inside and get you to tell him what exactly you want him to do in detail just to further rile you up.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ❝ I need you to stop being such a bitch and fuck me until I can barely think straight. ❞

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Your body is heating up with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment, he’s seen you in more exposed positions anyways but it always feels so lewd when he’s got you on full display for him. Him scanning your entire body with his eyes wasn’t easing your embarrassment either.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ His speed rapidly picks up though, a lot faster than what you had initially expected but then again it’s Frank, he’s not wasting any time to drill into you when given an opportunity.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ The metal platform that held the hooks up in place rattled every time Frank rammed inside of you, his hands making their way back to your hips away from their original place from behind your knees.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ What was supposed to be a horrific room where many feared to even step foot in outside of chases, where numerous lives were lost in, an extension of this realm of horrors was completely flipped in the span of 15 or so minutes. The air was filled with more humidity than before accompanied by the sound of skin slapping against skin rapidly. Do the two of you have no decorum ?!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ The idea of going back up to the surface afterwards to leave with your team no longer felt ideal to you, the entity could impale you here because you were fuckin in her damn basement for all you cared, you just wanted to stay here with Frank so this feeling of bliss never ended.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Your abdomen felt tight, sensitivity is at it’s highest than ever. Frank had the same tight coil in his belly, it wasn’t hard to tell that he was just as close as you by the way his pace picked up.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Inside, inside please. You silently begged, you wanted to feel that familiar warmth inside you again, thats what you wanted the most right now. Of course Frank wasn’t going to deny you the satisfaction of him filling you, he wanted to see it drip out anyways.

𝕬𝖑𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖙 𝖂𝖊𝖘𝖐𝖊𝖗—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Like Frank, he was not opposed to fucking you in front of your friends to assert dominance. But because he didn’t like the idea of others seeing you in a provocative position he had refrained from acting on that thought.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ You’d been gifted a new outfit by The Entity and Wesker was just as excited as you to see how it looked. Of course he wont show you that excitement on the surface but on the inside he’s in love with how you look in it.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ What if he just ripped it off of you. It’s a pretty outfit but what’s underneath is also very beautiful. However there’s survivors to be dealt with, he needs to remove unnecessary distractions before he even acts out. It wouldn’t take him long to do so anyways.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Jesus Christ. The game just started and your team is immediately wiped, you were aware that Wesker always let you leave when the two of you were put in matches together, but right now he intended to keep you here longer than usual.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ He’s wasting no time by tossing you over his shoulder to drag you down to the rustic basement behind the saloon, tossing you back down onto the metal platform with a loud clank. Quickly tearing up your top and bottoms with ease. He needs to be inside you, away from the crows so the entity couldn’t see you. Even she doesn’t deserve the privilege to watch you crumble under him.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ He’s removing his sunglasses so he can get a better look at you, cat like pupils dilated at your shredded clothing that clung onto the smallest threads for dear life. He’s palming himself through the leather of his pants, trench coat discarded to the side. Wesker didn’t need to be vocal when he wanted you, his body language tells you enough.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ You’re slowly removing the last pieces of clothing left on your lower half, spreading your legs open and rubbing yourself so your boyfriend could get a clear view of the effect he had on you. No doubt that feeling is reciprocated the way his cock springs out of his pants, precum dribbling from the slit of the head.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Uroboros could be used for more than ruthless slaughter and power, so of course he was careful letting the tendrils wrap around your neck and torso as to not harm you. He wants you in the air, and he wasn’t going to throw you on a rusty hook for it so he settled for the alternative that wouldn’t hurt you. As long as he was careful though.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ His free hand is gliding along your body, making occasional stops to squeeze your chest or to press down on spots that would elicit different sounds from you. Such a pretty voice, let him hear more of you.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ He’s getting hotter the longer he continued to toy with you, he needed to feel you wrap around him now.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ He won’t break eye contact with you as he slides in, he expects you to look back at him when the two of you are fucking in this position. It doesn’t matter to him if you’ve adjusted to his size or not, he just needs to feel you, to hear you. Nothing could ever feel better than you squeezing around him.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Your throat felt sore with how much you were screaming for him, he was being rough with you, the tendrils of uroboros around your neck occasionally squeezing a bit tighter than before with the extras on your torso dragging you up and down on Wesker’s cock like you were some fleshlight.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ You weren’t complaining though, it’d be a bit painful trying to stand up afterwards but the pain would be so worth it. Having him fuck you felt like a luxury, despite him always manhandling you; it was always a wonderful experience. He knew what he was doing, and he knew what buttons to push to get you more and more heated.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ You’re cumming all over him, and all for him. He didn’t give you permission to do as such, he should punish you for acting without asking first. But he’s feeling nice today, he won’t get on your case for it this time.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ His stamina is insane, you’d lost count how many times you’ve came from him alone, and he’d only came once. He’s purposely denying himself his own orgasms, just to see how long he can suppress them until he eventually snaps. He’ll keep doing this unless you ask him not to, or if you tell him to fill you until he’s got nothing left. He won’t listen if you ask him the first question.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ He’s got you to himself down here for as long as the two of you want, nothing wrong with some endurance testing.

𝕰𝖛𝖆𝖓 𝕸𝖆𝖈𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖗

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ There’s traps littering the entire shack and entrance to the basement, Evan is paranoid that someone could come in at any moment and he wasn’t taking any risks.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Nobody is allowed to see you right now, he’s tired of sharing your attention with others and he wants you to himself right now. Let him be greedy just this once.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ The two of you are hiding behind one of the walls, despite Evan being quite large it could still hide him too.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Your back is pressed against his chest, one of his large arms is wrapped around your waist whilst his free arm snakes its way down into your pants. Your mouths intertwined with eachother, muffling moans from one another so that nobody passing by could hear.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ His heart is racing and his cheeks are flushed a deep crimson that the mask thankfully covered. Even in this realm he’s too prideful, he can live with the fact that he’d give you the best fucking of your life but not with the idea of you realizing you could get him so flustered.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Your ass is pressed against him now, he could get straight to it now but he just wants to hold you just a bit longer. His touches are so soft yet very powerful, he knows where and what he needs to feel to get you to fully submit to him.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ You’re trembling under him, he can feel it. Pulling away just as you were about to release, you visibly distraught by the loss of friction. However humidity greets you just as Evan pulls your pants down just enough where he can put himself inside you.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Although he’s much.. bigger than average, both in length and girth, he’ll move as slowly as possible so he won’t hurt you. Always a gentleman regardless, but despite his best efforts to be gentle with you there’s always a stinging feeling when he slides in.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ He’s patient with you, it always takes you a bit to fully adjust to his size before he can start moving but he’s respectful still. You take him so well every time, so of course he’s going to be sweet with you.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ You’ve given him the okay to move, and if course he starts off very slowly, still cautious as to not harm you in any way despite your reassurance that you’re fine. Your back is facing his chest now, your hands on the rickety wall for some kind of support. Evan’s hands grip tightly onto your hips, his teeth gritted together as he groveled in your warmth.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ It’s harder not not make any sound when he starts speeding up ever so slightly, now hunched over you with his breath hot on the back of your neck. His hands don’t leave your hips ever, he keeps them there so he can slam you down onto him harder when he wants to let his hips rest before he continues thrusting.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ He still can’t get over how warm you are, it baffles him every time the two of your are intimate. He’d keep you this close to him forever if he could, you were important to him, very important.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ He’s fully sped up now, slamming you down on his cock with anticipation. He’s close and he can feel that you are too. You had reached behind you to drag one of his arms to wrap around your waist again, gently caressing the scars that littered his forearms as he continued to rut into you.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ You always made him feel so loved, he wasn’t the man he used to be before he arrived in The Entity’s realm yet that didn’t seem to phase you in the slightest, that’s one of the many things he adored about you.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ You’re making a mess around him now, coating his pelvis in your juices as well as having some of it drip onto the floor.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ He’ll ask you to turn around and open your mouth so he can finish too, to which you happily obliged. The two of you will sit in your spots for a moment to catch your breath, Evan bouncing back quicker than you to check for any external damage just in case, as well as asking you repeatedly if you’re really okay.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ You gather yourself together while your boyfriend removes the traps around the building, you didn’t want to leave, but you had to. Of course Evan didn’t want you to leave either, but he had promised he’ll meet you in the woods that separate the killer and survivor camps.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Maybe the two of your could start up another moment of intimacy extended from the basement.

˚ ₊ ˚✧ ₊˚ʚ♡ɞ ˚₊ ✧ ﾟ ₊ ˚

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do not point out my spelling mistakes and grammatical errors i will cry at you

ALSO IM SI FUCKIGN TIRED I STARTED THIS AT LIKE 5 IN THE MORNING ANF I JUST FINISH AT 8 I AM EXHAUSTED

#dbd imagines #dbd smut #the trapper x reader #evan macmillan x reader #albert wesker x reader #the legion x reader #legion x reader #frank morrison x reader #dbd x reader

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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Deliciously Sore

Summary: You allow Andy to take you in a way no other man has ever before.

Warnings: Smut, Anal Sex, Oral Sex (fem receiving), Finger Fucking, Cursing, Light Spanking, After Care, Minors DNI

A/N: Prompt courtesy of an Anonymous Reader who was curious about Andy and Reader's first time exploring backdoor play. This is also my first time writing something like this, so I hope it's okay. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Likes, comments, and reblogs are encouraged and appreciated. Semi-proofread, but not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Please enjoy and thanks for reading!

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You’re finishing your night routine when you notice your man’s reflection behind you in the bathroom mirror. "Can I help you?”

“Yes.” He purrs, his brawny arms wrapping themselves around your waist. “You can start by losing the clothes and coming to bed.” One of his hands slides underneath your camisole. His fingers tracing little circles around your navel.

“Can I at least finish what I’m doing first? I need to put my hair up and –”

“Uh uh. I want it down.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to watch those beautiful curls of yours bounce while I fuck your ass from behind.” A shiver courses through you as he grinds his impressive erection against the curve of your panty-covered ass.

“Oh…” You whimper softly.

Andy’s sharp teeth go to nip at your jaw. “You gonna keep your promise, baby girl? Hm?” His wicked tongue laves at the small hurt. “You gonna give yourself to me tonight?”

“Pretty sure I give myself to you almost every night, Big Man.” You feel your heart speed up as you turn in his arms. “Come to think of it, I give up this good good all the time.”

“Yeah, but there’s one part of yourself that you haven't given me. And I think it’s high time you pay up.”

Blushing, you try to bury your face in his chest. “Why do you want it so bad?” You whisper, suddenly feeling bashful.

“Because you're mine, baby. And I want to own you in one of the most primal ways a man can own his woman.”

You feel your belly flutter at his words.

“You trust me to make it good for you? Swear to God, I’m gonna fill you up just right with my big, fat cock.” Andy punctuates his words with several sinful thrusts of his hips. “And you’re gonna love taking every inch.”

“Ah, is that right?” Your voice sounds rather breathless, even to your own ears. “Cuz’ I gotta be honest with you, sweetheart. I’m not really sure if you’re gonna fit.”

Your Andy Bear throws his head back as a short burst of laughter escapes his lips.

“Trust me, baby. I'll fit just fine.” He tells you as he quickly divests you of your black bra and matching lace panties.

That you didn’t doubt. Your boyfriend had been hinting at wanting you this way for weeks now. He’d been beyond excited when you'd let it slip that you were still very much a virgin…back there.

Swooping you up in his arms, Andy carts you out of the bathroom and lightly tosses you on his big, comfy bed. He makes quick work of getting you settled on a mountain of pillows before climbing on himself.

“Got me fucking starved for you, baby girl.”

Tonight, Andrew Barber was going to claim your body the way he’d been dreaming about. And you were going to let him.

“What do you mean – oh!” You cry out when your man parts your cheeks, exposing your dripping core and puckered hole to his hungry gaze.

“Look at that juicy little pussy.” He rasps as one of his thick fingers begins to toy with your entrance. “Always so fucking wet for me.” Leaning down, he buries his face between your parted thighs.

Legs shaking, you struggle to get control of your breathing as he delivers a hot, open mouthed kiss to his favorite part of you.

“Shit!” You mewl as he continues to fuck you with his fingers.

“That’s it, Y/N. Ride my fingers like a good girl.”

“Oh God, yes!” You cry out as stars burst behind your eyes. “Makin' that pussy cry...”

Fuck! You loved the way that man’s beard felt as it scraped against your most intimate flesh.

Your hands fist themselves in the sheets as your man devours yours sweetness, his expert tongue rhythmically flicking over your pulsating clit. Gathering some of your slick, his fingers briefly leave your passion-swollen folds to trace over your back hole.

“Bout to get you nice and stretched out for me so I can stuff you full.” Andy grunts, his passion-filled voice rumbling deep in his chest. “Can already tell this perky little ass is gonna fit me like a goddamned glove.”

A strangled moan escapes you when you feel his long, index finger begin to push against your puckered ring.

“Mmm…” You bite your knuckles as the sensations slowly begin to overwhelm your trembling body.

“Just relax and let me in.” He opens a bottle lube, drizzling the cool liquid over your hole. “There we go.” He takes his time stretching you open, allowing you to get used to him working you over in a way no other man has ever before.

You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t enjoy the burn of being opened like this.

“Want you inside me, Andy. Want to feel all of you.”

“You will. I’ma give you everything you want and more, baby girl. Just need to finish getting you ready for me.”

“Wanna be your good girl so bad…” You keen as your man adds a second finger, pumping in and out of you at an increasingly fervent pace. You begin grinding your needy pussy against the pillows, desperate for some kind of relief.

Eventually, your Big Man removes his fingers. You cry out at the loss, pushing your ass backwards for more.

Your man had said he was gonna fill you up, and it was about damned time he made good on that promise.

You’re so lost in your own thoughts that you almost miss the sound of a foil packet being torn open behind you. Seconds later, you feel something impossibly hard graze your back entrance. And then you hear something buzzing behind you.

A fucking vibrator.

Your hips jerk of their own accord when the toy finds your clit.

“Alright, Y/N. Be my sweet girl and let me in.” He hisses as his fingers dig into your hips, the tip of his cock pressing piercing your hole. Even though you want nothing more than to soothe the mounting pressure between your thighs, you grit your teeth and force yourself to take a moment to get used to the pressure.

“Can’t believe you're is giving me such a beautiful gift.” He growls, sounding positively feral as your muscles dutifully milk his cock. “Fucking luckiest man alive.”

“So full.” You whine as a thin sheen of perspiration covers your skin. “Ungh! It - it’s too much…”

“I know, baby. I know. But you can take it. Keep that ass up for Daddy and he’ll reward you shortly.” Andy’s free hand comes down hard on your left ass cheek for good measure as his hips piston in and out of you.

“That’s it, baby. Takin’ me so good.” He praises you as you bounce back on his dick again and again. “You’re makin’ your Daddy so proud, Y/N.”

He fucking loved watching your gorgeous jiggle. And it was all for him.

“Ah, God! Make my pussy cream, baby. Want you to really beat it up!”

Your wish is my command. Andy thinks to himself through his pleasure-fueled haze as he presses the purple bullet vibe back to your throbbing clit. He uses his other hand to thrust his hand in your hair, gripping the thick curls in his fist and yanking your head back for a bone-melting kiss.

“I love seeing you like this. All twisted up and greedy for my cock." He purrs, licking your cheek. "You make the prettiest little fuck toy.”

"Only for you, Daddy."

"Damned right only for me." Each word is peppered with a powerful thrust. Your man's pace never wavers, his hips never slowing down. You were so close to toppling over the edge you could taste it.

You were being fucked within an inch of your life, and you were loving every minute of it. And judging by the guttural sounds coming from behind you, so was your man.

"Cum for me, baby." He flips the vibrator to its highest setting. "Wanna watch you fall apart for me."

You do as he asks, letting your orgasm consume you as you spiral into bliss.

Andy is quick to find his own release soon after, a savage sound coming from his corded throat.

And then everything goes dark.

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Moments later...

You come to as a large hand lovingly strokes your back.

“Stay right there for me.” Andy murmurs as he rises from the bed to dispose of the condom before heading to the bathroom to fetch a warm, wet cloth.

“Andy, I can -”

“Hush, sweet girl.” He calls out from the other room. “Cleaning you up is my privilege. Just relax and let me take care of you.”

“Yes, Sir.” You hum softly, resting your head back on your arms as you wait for him to return.

God, your body was deliciously sore.

Your man re-emerges a few moments later, not even bothering to hide his satisfied grin.

"You did so well for me, baby." He purrs as he kneels between your legs to tenderly wipe you clean. "I love you so fucking much."

"Mmhm." You drowsily mumble. "Ditto. Now hush and go bring a cigarette."

Your words catch Andy by surprise. "You don't smoke." He says with a laugh.

"No I don't. But after what we just did, I think I might start."

Your man simply shakes his head. "I'm afraid I'm fresh out. Looks like you'll have to settle for a glass of wine instead."

"Eh, I'll make it work. Now hurry up and pour us both a glass so we can snuggle. It hasn't even been five minutes yet and I'm already missing your big body."

"You're wish is my command, sweet girl."

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frenchiefitzhere · 10 months

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13. When do they realize they should get together?

For Marie/Colm

Took me a while, but I've got it... Also I'm tagging @ejunkiet for punching my heart with that last SH/Milo fic. BLAM! Take that! So, for Colm, powdered sugar on Marie's nose from the cannolis at the bakery, love at may-as-well-be-first sight, bla bla bla: he knew then. For Marie, it took longer, but she remembers the moment she knew:

She ran out of the house, not caring about the cold rain, not caring that she didn't have a jacket. She just couldn't hear the yelling anymore. The insults. The cursing. The slamming of doors. She ran out to the front step, sat down, covered her ears to block the sound, and sat there, chilled and alone until the discomfort of her wet clothes and the pounding raindrops on her face overcame the strife within and she felt more wet than she did anxious. She didn't see Colm pull up to the house. He sometimes took detours when he was out, just to visit her street. They had only been on three dates, but he just liked to know she was okay, and even if he couldn't tell, the sight of her house just made him smile. But that day, he parked, got out, walked calmly up to the front step, quickly getting as soaked and cold as Marie was, and stood in front of her until she tipped her face up at his.

"You wanna go somewhere?" She sniffed. And nodded. He gave her his hand, pulled her up, and walked her to the car, a look of concern on his face as he closed the passenger side door behind her. "The diner?" She shook her head. "The bowling alley? I think the arcade's open tonight. You could kick my ass at pinball again...?" He smiled. Nothing. He longed to suggest: "My place?" But Colm knew he didn't have the willpower to resist if Marie turned to him for comfort and wanted to stay. In his home. In his bed. But then he had an idea. "You haven't met my grandma yet," he said, flipping his turn signal to the other direction.

It was such an odd thing for him to say out of the blue. Marie looked at him quizzically. They turned a corner and pulled up to a tidy set of condominiums. "I'm a mess. I can't meet your grandma like this, Colm." "Trust me," he answered, offering his hand again to help her out of the car. He rang the doorbell of the little brick townhome with seventeen types of flowers tucked into organized pots around the porch. The bass from a Cole Porter song blasted through the door (Marie had never noticed the bass from Cole Porter before but the stereo had managed to amplify it), followed by a stream of curses. "Goddam it! How do you work this fucking--? Oh for Pete's sake. Damn stupid--- Where's the blasted volume button? Ahhh...there." Soon after, the door opened. Marie was taken aback. An elderly, female version of Colm, glasses and all, was staring back at her. But she was much more effusive than Marie had ever seen Colm. "Ohhhh, my Colmy, you came for a visit! Oh, you're soaked! But I don't care!" The old shifter practically turned to liquid form as she poured herself into a hug and enveloped Colm. He kissed her gently on the cheek and said, "I brought someone to see you." Within minutes, Colm's grandmother had gotten warm, lavender-scented towels and dried them both off.

Herself. She took a fresh towel to Colm first, pressing it to his face and neck and then tossing it playfully in his face and saying, "Okay. You're a grown man now. You finish it." As Colm rubbed his hair dry, his grandmother took Marie by the hand, sat her at the kitchen table and gently took a corner of the towel to her eyes. "You've made my grandson very happy, you know?" "Grandma!" "She should know! You should tell her these things." "He does," Marie said softly, as the kind older shifter wiped away her dripping mascara and draped the towel around her shoulders. "You look like you've had a hard day." Marie nodded. "How about some tea?" Colm's grandma kissed Marie on the cheek and then went to work putting the kettle on. Colm sat beside his girlfriend at the plastic-covered kitchen table and held her hand, rubbing her knuckles gently with his thumb. "You okay?" he mouthed silently. And Marie decided in her heart right then that she would spend the rest of her life with this man.

#redacted marie #redacted colm #the FUCKING greers #the greers #redacted headcanons #redacted minific #frenchie answering asks #ask games

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kokorosfanfics · 10 months

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May I request an nsfw Taka x reader first time one shot?

I've been really into Taka lately. Hope you like this! -Mod Kokoro

Kiyotaka Ishimaru x fem!S/O first time. NSFW!

"And that's all our homework done!" Taka beamed out happily. You and your boyfriend would always go to his place after school to do your homework together, and spend the rest of the time doing other kinds of activities. Usually it was studying, or maybe you found a nice movie to watch. Sometimes you found a video game. Or, you made food together. This time though, things would go a lot differently. Way differently.

You got up to stretch your limbs, relieved to be done with that dreadfully long biology homework. It was brutally long, difficult, and sometimes you wondered if they just tossed random words together to sound like intellectuals when they just weren't.

"I think we're both pretty tired after that assignment. Movie?" Taka asked cheerfully. Truthfully, this assignment was child's play to him, but he wanted to be considerate.

"Yeah. Movie sounds good. Let's see what's on." You made your way to the sofa while your boyfriend fetched the remote.

He sat next to you, one arm around you to hold you close, while the other hand used the remote to boot up the TV. You had your head rested on his shoulder, your arms wrapped around him to snuggle into him. He began to flip through channels.

"I don't think horror is good on a school night, we've already seen this sci-fi, maybe a good fantasy is- OH MY GOD!" Taka flinched and dropped the remote. The loud volume combined with perfect timing lead to the sight of a romance movie in the middle of a sex scene.

Flustered, Taka began to scramble for the remote, face blushing madly, his face as red as his gorgeous eyes. You on the other hand, stared wide eyed at the screen, your face heated, and desire welling up inside you. You thought of what it would be like to do those things with Taka. You wondered if he ever thought about it too. Subconsciously, you began to rub your legs together as you thought about it.

"THERE! I-IT'S OFF NOW!" The TV was immediately shut off, and Taka breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wait, S/O are you alright? Your face is very red!" He gently pressed his hand to your forhead.

"N-No love, I'm fine. Just um, I was kind of thinking, well about that movie scene..." You wanted to ask if he ever thought of doing those things, if he wanted to do it with you. But you felt so nervous. What if he was weirded out? Taka was loving though, so would he really?

"Oh? Did it bother you? I'm sorry, I should've had better grip of the remote."

"N-No, not that, but um, the thing they were doing, well..." You looked down, too nervous to complete your sentence.

"S/O..." Taka eyes widened. Were you suggesting what he thought he was suggesting? He's definitely thought of having you in his bed, doing what couples do, but the thought it could happen.

"Um, it's fine. We can pretend that didn't happen." You were too nervous.

"N-No... I get what you're trying to ask. I want to take our relationship to the next level." He told you, placing his arms around you.

You looked up at him. "R-Really?" You asked, excitement burning within you, heating up like a volcano.

"Yes, love." He looked at you with love and passion in his eyes. He pulled you in for a kiss, a deep, passionate and fiery kiss. But also gentle and sweet. You melted into his sweet kiss, throwing your arms around his neck. His wet tongue met yours, and they danced between your mouths together.

He scooped you up in his arms as he began to carry you to his bed. He laid you down gently, admiring your blushing face.

"S/O...." He whispered. "I've been wanting to show you how much I love you for a while now."

Taka began to gently take off your clothing, enjoying more and more of your body coming into view as he undressed you.

"You're so beautiful, S/O. So gorgeous." He began to move his hands across your breasts, and you moved your hands to his shirt. You were dying with anticipation to see your beloved Kiyotaka shirtless, and to see him completely naked. Before you knew it, your wish was granted, and you saw the most ripped and muscular sight imaginable before your eyes. His body was gorgeous beyond words.

"Taka.~ You're so gorgeous. So sexy. I want you." You moaned to him.

He kissed your delicate lips. "I want you too, my love. I want to make love to you all night." He tenderly groped your breasts, rubbing your nipples as he kissed you from your jawline to your neck. He kissed, sucked, and nibbled until he found your most sensitive spot. You moaned out his name in your angelic, wanting voice. He continued to focus intently on that spot that got you going. Taka loved to study and analyze, and his beloved was no exception. He was going to find what made you holler out and moan the most. He left his mark on your neck, a hickey, from him to you, just for you. He bestowed a kiss to it before he went to suck your nipple. He sucked just hard enough that you felt the pressure of his mouth and tongue on you, and his fingers took care of your other nipple. You gently took a fistful of his hair, moaning out his name. He let go of your nipple, and began to leave kisses from your nipple all the way down to your entrance. He took his fingers and spread apart your folds to reveal your clit. He gave it just one lick, and you could feel the shudders up your spine.

"You taste so good. So, so good. I love you S/O." He said before he dived his head down to stick his tongue into you.

"Ahh~ Oh Taka~ Your mouth feels so good.~" You breathed out. Taka began to taste every inch of your sex, licking and sucking your sweet juices. The taste was indescribable to him. It felt as if he were dining on a world class five star meal. He wanted nothing more than to pleasure you, to show his undying love and devotion for you.

So, he added his fingers to the mix. He began to stretch you slowly and gently, making you feel even more pleasure from this act. His fingers felt so wonderful. Stretching you out just perfectly, pleasuring you all the way. Soon, you felt a heat building up inside you. Your climax was nearing.

"I'm getting close~ Oh Taka!~" You cried out, clenching around his fingers and tongue.

"That's right my love. Let me taste more of you. Come on.~" He used his free hand to squeeze one of your thighs, encouraging you to release. Before you knew it, you had climaxed on him. He sucked up all of your juices, slurping up as much as he could, and off his fingers.

You panted after coming down from your high, and you knew what was next. Taka rose up to hover above you, and kissed you tenderly, but passionately. You looked down to see his member, fully erect and big. You went wide eyed at the knowledge it would soon be inside you, filling you up.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt. I'll be gentle, I promise." Your beloved pressed his forehead to yours, reassuring you.

You nodded your head. "I trust you, Taka. Take me, please." You whispered up at him with lovingly and pleading eyes.

He kissed you once more before he began to lift your legs up. "Alright. I will. I'm going to."

He began to slowly inch himself into you, careful not to hurt you. He knew how big he was, and he was going to stretch you. He was going to fill you completely.

"Mmmm~ Taka it's huge. It feels really good." You moaned out.

He had fully entered you now. Completely sheathed in your body. Twitching in anticipation, wanting to thrust already.

"Are you ready? I'm going to start now."

"Yes. I'm all yours, take me." You told him.

So he did. He began to slowly move in and out of you, and each time he went back in, he went just a little harder. He began to pick up the pace, going faster and harder into you, all while telling you how much he loves you.

"S/O, your the best thing that happened to me. I love you so much. I want to be with you forever, and ever and ever. I love you so, so much!" Every word he spoke made him go harder and faster into you, so hard and so good.

"Oh Taka, I love you too. I love you so much, I want you forever!~" You hollered out, hands clawing at his back.

You felt that same heat rising in you once again, but more intense. You knew you'd come soon again. Taka knew it too. He felt you clenching around him, and so he began slamming into you. He bent your legs further down, so he could plummet deeper into you.

You were met with the most satisfying orgasm you could ever even dream of. You cried out your lovers name, feeling yourself ascend, your eyes roll back, and you came undone all over him. He was getting close too. Very soon he'd be joining you in release.

He bent down and kissed you with love and passion, his tongue deep inside as he came. He orgasmed into you, filling you with his seed. The two of you were making out as you both slowly came down from your ascension into bliss.

Soon, the only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of your wet, passionate kisses. After a good long while of it, Taka slowly pulled out of you.

You both smiled lovingly and looked in each other's eyes.

"Never forget how much I love you, S/O."

"Never forget how much I love you too, Taka."

He fell beside you, pulling the blankets over the both of you before pulling you into a loving and tight embrace.

"Goodnight, S/O." Your love told you with a kiss on the forehead.

"Goodnight, my love." You said before nuzzling into him and your eyes fluttering shut.

This was just the start of more passionate nights to come.

#danganronpa #kiyotaka x reader #kiyotaka ishimaru x reader #kiyotaka ishimaru #kiyotaka #thh

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avatar-of-procrastination · 2 years

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I've been getting obsessed with the new Calvin Harris song "Potion". So I have this idea of the moonboys and the reader dancing VERY sensually to this while they strip their clothes very slowly and teasing each other and mumbling some of the lyrics.

Hey! Tysm for the req and I'm so sorry this took so damn long to write. I made this a Marc x Reader because the story flowed easier then . Hope you dont mind!

Also, this is the first time I'm writing smut/something spicy so reviews are greatly appreciated <33

Warnings : suggestive material, make out, light smut? THIS HAS 18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT

(English isnt my first language. Please pardon any grammatical/spelling mistakes. Gifs not mine)

POTIONS

You stumbled into the living room and immediately felt yourself being pushed against the wall. Marc let his hands roam all over you. He brought his hands up your exposed arms, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. You moaned lightly and brought your own hands to his perfectly toned chest. He cupped your face and kissed you roughly and sloppily. The alcohol in his veins fueled his lust and he let his tongue devour you. He pulled apart, much to your displeasure and picked you up effortlessly. He carried you to the sofa and laid you down before going down on you again.

You let out a loud moan as he nipped the sweet spot just below your ear. In your daze you extended your arm above your head and accidentally knocked on the speaker on the table which resumed the latest song you played. Marc briefly stopped his ministrations when he heard the sound and smirked when he recognized the song playing.

The sultry music caused him to crawl on top of you, slowly and he traced a finger from your wet lips, down to your cleavage. You shuddered, the actions getting you unnaturally horny. You attempted to guide Marc to where you wanted him the most but one look at him and you knew you had absolutely no power. The night belonged to him and he was just getting started.

In the whip on a Tuesday night, got the music high And you by my si-i-ide, si-i-ide Top down and the moon is high and the mood is right And you're by my si-i-ide, si-i-ide, yeah

He slowly removed the straps of your dress, guiding them down your shoulder, teasingly slow. He kissed your collarbones, and made way to your chest, which was now heaving up and down.

He pulled the dress all the way down and admired at your naked body, writing for him. All for him.

Late night conversations Electric emotions Sprinkled with a little bit of sex And it's a potion, yeah

He shifted you so that you lay comfortably on the sofa while he straddled you. He then slowly, pulled off his jacket and tossed them to the side. He unbuttoned the top few buttons with his eyes boring into yours. You wanted to rip the shirt off of him but you knew better than that. So you tried to press your legs closer together to relieve yourself because man that gay gave a good strip tease.

Marc tsked at your action and brought himself closer to you, spreading your legs wider. He pulled out the rest of his shirt and crawled back on top of you.

You stared at his sculpted chest, the well toned abs now covered with a thin layer of sweat.

Late night, bodies achin' Mental stimulation Sprinkled with a little bit of sex appeal And it's a moment, yeah, yeah

He smashed his lips onto yours, eliciting the most pornographic moan out of you. He brought his hands to your thighs and traced patterns tantalizingly close to your core. You brought your own hands into his hair and tugged at it, just the way he liked it. He let out a shuddered breath and finally delved into you, the both of you groaning at the pleasure.

You were lost in the pleasure of him filling you as you moaned his name again and again like a mantra. Your sensuous chanting of his name and the pent up frustrations caused you both to reach euphoria.

Panting, Marc rode you both from your high and landed on top of you while you smelt in his scent. You smirked at his actions and used his momentary disorientation to flip him under you.

Sprinkled with a little bit of sex And it's a potion, yeah Sprinkled with a little bit of sex appeal And it's a moment, yeah

"My turn now."

Taglist : @xoxoloverb @sleepymaya @jakelcckley

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flightlessangelwings · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 18- Bondage

Fennec Shand x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 1.2k

Warnings- smut (18+ only), dom/sub, restraints, crops, edging, overstim, established relationship, safe signals are in place

Notes- I’ve actually had this idea in my WIPs forever so I’m happy I finally got to write it! I may even expand on this and make it longer and add more to it too if there’s interest! List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen!

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“I hope you’ve been a good girl for me.”

“I have,” your voice was breathy as you obediently replied.

Fennec narrowed her eyes at your figure, “We’ll see,” she purred.

She stood before you, still fully clothed, while you laid spread out on the bed. Your hands were tied to each of the posts, leaving you completely open and exposed for Fennec. And you knew there was no escape; she was a master at tying people down. Still, you strained under her piercing gaze as you tried to wriggle free. It was all part of the game.

In her hands she held a crop, and she cracked it in her hands to get your attention. At the sound, you stopped and stilled yourself. You looked up at her with wide eyes and baited breath. The anticipation was eating you alive as you laid there, bound and helpless. A small whimper escaped your lips as you waited for her next move.

Fennec’s gaze held an inferno of passions, and the blaze only burned more when her eyes landed on your dripping cunt. For the briefest moment, her facade faltered and you saw how much she held herself back with you like this.

“You know the rules,” her tone was low as she positioned herself at the foot of the bed, right between your spread legs.

You nodded, “Yes, ma’am.”

“And you have your signal if you need to stop.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She smirked, “Good girl.”

Suddenly, Fennec used the crop in her land and landed a hard slap on your pussy with it. You threw your head back onto the bed and screamed as tears filled your eyes. She watched your reaction with titillation as your breasts rose and fell with your heavy breaths.

“Thank you ma’am,” you panted.

Fennec grinned at you as she watched you regain your composure. She knew the trust it took for you to do this, and she didn’t take it for granted. But, she also was so turned on just by the sight of you tied up that she wasn’t sure how much longer her composure would last. So, before she lost it, Fennec snapped the crop against your pussy again, even harder this time.

Again, you screamed in ecstasy before you breathed a soft, “Thank you, ma’am.”

Fennec slid the tip of the crop along your folds, teasing you with it as you whined and bucked your hips as much as you could. Your eyes fluttered shut, but she allowed it. She rubbed the leather end of the crop against your clit and her breath caught in her throat when you moaned loudly at the feeling. Your arms and legs strained against your restraints as you squirmed under her expert touch.

As much as Fennec wanted to toy with you more, she reached a point where she couldn’t restrain herself anymore. Between how tempting you looked when you were helpless like that and the sounds you made, something within Fennec broke.

She tossed the crop aside and slid off her gloves before she knelled on the bed between your legs. You gasped when you felt the bed dip and your eyes shot open to meet her gaze. Without a word, Fennec ghosted her bare fingers along your inner thighs, and you squealed as she tickled you.

Still tied to the bedposts, you couldn’t move very far save for rolling a bit. You let out a mix of a moan and a laugh as Fennec’s hands made their way to your core. When she reached her destination, she cupped your pussy and clenched her jaw when she felt how wet you were. Before she could help herself, Fennec landed a slap on your cunt with her bare hand, and she clenched her thighs together at the beautiful sound you let out.

“Thank you, ma’am,” you whispered as you strained in your binds.

Fennec let out a short laugh, “You have been a good girl,” she purred before she dove two fingers into your pussy.

You screamed at the sudden intrusion, but you swam in the pleasure that it brought you. For a moment, you forgot you were tied down and tried to wrap yourself around Fennec, but you couldn’t move more than an inch or two. Being bound and helpless for her brought you even more pleasure and you cried out even louder as she pumped her fingers in and out of you.

“Does that feel good, love?” she purred as she added a third finger and thrust even harder.

“Yes… ma’am…” you found it more difficult to find your words the more she worked you.

“Good,” Fennec’s tone dropped as she rubbed your clit with her thumb and leaned forward so that she hovered over you, “Now, keep being my good girl and cum for me,” she thrust her fingers once, “Can you do that?”

“Y-yes,” you sighed, “Please… Make me cum… I want to cum.”

“I know you do,” Fennec groaned as she felt your inner muscles clench around her.

You wriggled in your restraints as she pumped her fingers harder and faster, hitting every spot that made you scream. Fennec watched with a hungry gaze as you fell apart for her while still bound. You felt like her binds were the only thing keeping you together as your body and mind swam in bliss.

“Oh fuck… Fuck… I’m gonna cum…”

Fennec only thrust her fingers harder, determined to watch you as you lost yourself in your release. And it didn’t take much longer for her to get what she wanted. Just as Fennec hit that sweet spot inside you, you let out a loud scream and trembled in your bounds as your orgasm crashed through you.

Wave after wave of pleasure hit you as you strained against the binds that held you down. Every muscle in your body tensed before letting go. Tears filled your eyes as you rode out your climax on Fennec’s fingers until you had nothing left to give.

Or so you thought.

She didn’t let up, and Fennec took advantage of your restraints to keep going even after your orgasm. You looked up at her with wide, teary eyes, but she didn’t stop. Her fingers continued to pump in and out of you and your mouth dropped open to let out another loud moan as another climax quickly snuck up on you.

You dropped your head back down as you came again, this time gushing into her hand. You screamed her name as you tugged at your binds while your second orgasm ripped through your body.

Once Fennec decided you had enough, she gave you mercy and slowed down her thrusts before gently pulling her fingers out of you. She moaned when she saw how much they glistened from your juices and when she looked past her fingers at you, the sight took her breath away.

You looked a mess, but, still bound, you looked so beautiful and delicious. Fennec whispered your anime and watched for you to open your eyes and meet hers before she made a show of licking her fingers clean of your juices. You couldn’t help but moan as you suddenly wanted more, even after you came twice in a row.

She, of course, noticed, “You want more already, darling?” Fennec asked in a teasing tone.

You swallowed hard as you tugged at your restraints, “Yes ma’am,” your voice was hushed and shy, yet the lust was still palpable.

Fennec smirked, “Good,” she leaned forward and hovered her lips over yours. She gave you one short, taunt of a kiss before she murmured, “Because I’m not done with you yet…”

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"Carmine," He breathed, wrists pinned above his head. "Cute."

The vampire's smile sharpened.

"However," he went on, already racking his brain for an escape. "I'm not sure how i'm supposed to take a vampire named 'Red' very seriously."

He saw them pause.

The vampire had been in the young hunter's sights for weeks, but now they finally had him pinned against the wall, not even needing to use the rest of their body to keep him there.

A pitty.

The hunter almost wished they would, so that he could feel their warmth, and also the wetness of their blood when it reached his clothes.

One stab, just one, and the human was sure he could escape. He just had to surprise them.

"Hmm," Carmine purred. "You've got a point."

The human blinked.

His secret wish was granted as they leaned closer, ghost of a breath fanning over his skin. Vampires didn't breathe, the hunter knew as much. It was simply for their own benefit, to make the hunter... Scared, maybe.

Because, seduced? He doubted that.

"But those who don't, end up dead. And those who know better," they said, lips now dangerously close to the hunter's ear.

Their hand found the dagger at the height of his waist, promptly tossing it on the floor like it was nothing.

"Those ones have seen what i can do. So they think twice, and yet again, instead of being foolish."

The hand found its way up his sides, and it had the human gasping, straggling to keep still. Suddenly all he could see was blood and getting ripped open by the creature he had once thought as beautiful.

What kind of irony was this?

The human gulped. "What can you do?" It came out breathless, and he had the terrible thought that fear was not the only reason why.

"Tell you what," came a dismissive whisper, all too soothing for the situation they were in.

But, had some stranger walked by and seen them like this, pressed against each other with one gasping under the other's sinful hold, with no attempt of getting away, then a seductive whisper would make for no shock at all.

"I'll let you go, providing you tell me your name."

...what?

"You... want my name."

Perhaps he heard wrong, there was no way—

The vampire's lips twiched upwards, making for a lovely imitation of a partner's smile. "Yes, delicious thing."

"You—" Their audacity!

"I want your name," they told him, slow and clear enough to not need clarification. Slow enough to wordlessly call him stupid, clear enough as they looked in his eyes to obviously think him splendid.

The human's mind reeled.

"I... I'm..."

Carmine let out a laugh. "Really?" They asked, now only using a single hand to keep him still.

They came close enough for the hunter not to be able to meet their eyes, for their noses to lightly touch.

"Scared that people will hear me call out your name at night, maybe?"

Although the human tried to process this, he found that he couldn't. He opted for snarling and leaning back instead.

"Pietro," he hissed. "That's my name. And you can call it all you want, but i won't be stepping into any of your traps. I am not going to be your plaything."

The vampire's giggle was almost pure.

"Oh, my sweet, that wasn't what i meant. Although..." They murmured in thought, "That last bit remains to be seen."

"What the hell does that mea—"

He was on his knees in seconds.

All around him was dark, and eventhough his skin was warmer now that the other was gone, he still felt an odd kind of cold run in his veins.

"...Red?"

There was nothing.

No threats or attempts to slit his throat and lick off all the blood. Not even keeping him alive out of some twisted preference for their meal to be fresh and warm— nothing. They'd just pinned Pietro against a wall, flirted and asked for his name.

And that was it.

He really didn't understand vampires.

#vampires #my writing #ficlet #short story #writing #heroes and villains #hero x villain #vampire x hunter #vampire hunter #blood mention #writeblr #writers on tumblr #snippet #flirting #suggestive #vampire x human

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Heyy could you maybe write your version of the moment when Eddie gives Steve his vest:)? I feel like in the show it was too dudebro, maybe you could write it nicer📝💗

Omg yes (sorry I’m like really excited because you’re the first person to actually use my ask box lol) -

It was no secret that Steve got cold very easily. Before the upside down, and before the shit hit the fan Steve was well known to bitch at Bonfires about how cold he was. As the popular asshole he was, he always ended up stealing some other guys sweater and sometimes the girls he was seeing. Though once he started to mature and not care about popularity the more he started to worry more about others instead of himself. Instead of whining about being cold he sucked it up, or if he was freezing his ass off and seen that one of the kids were cold he would offer the coat he was wearing. The selfishness slowly turning into selflessness over the years.

Robin had caught on to this and of course shared her sweaters with him when he was cold, or whenever she could. But she was to preoccupied with Vecna to remember about her friend. Nancy also was aware of the boys thing with being cold, but was to preoccupied thinking about Jonathan and of course all the friends that she has lost over the years. Starting with Barbara. This had only left Eddie, who was very unaware about how much Steve had changed over the years. In his mind he still pictured all the times the other boy bullied him when they were younger. Of course they had never really spoken to each other and Eddie never really payed much mind to the other but he remembered how much Steve had changed while dating Nancy. Which was probably the only reason why he was trying to shove them together again. As tough as Eddie was, he wasn’t sure if he could handle getting bullied by someone or anyone for that matter when all this shit is over.

Steve had only been walking with the group for five minutes before he started to feel woozy and cold. But he forced himself to not bitch about it, as much as he wanted to. To be fair he probably could, considering he was shirtless with the acceptation of a few bandages. That and he saved all of their asses. Crossing his arms to rub them a bit to gain some feeling back into his arms he continues to walk pretending to be unbothered. With the girls walking ahead neither of them noticed his behavior but Eddie did.

Eddie had enough clothing to share with the other boy so he could keep warm. As much as he wanted to be a dick to the other he sort of felt bad for Harrington. Which was something he never thought he would be feeling. The boy had jumped into water in the middle of the night when the water is freezing to check for a gate. Then when he found it and came back up he was dragged back down and attacked by whatever the hell those things were. Plus the other had been walking for god knows how long without shoes, soaking wet in the cold. Eddie was honestly really surprised about how the other wasn’t complaining. Eddie knew he would be if that was him.

Eddie has a fight with himself before he throws himself around a bit knowing he lost as he whisper yells at Steve. He didn’t want the girls seeing him being nice to Harrington. That would only make him change his mind. “Ps- Harrington.” He whisper yells as Steve stops looking back a little startled as he raises his eyebrow a bit. “Oh don’t look at me like that, we both know that chest hair of yours is going to keep you warm.” He says trying to act touch as he tosses his Jean jacket over. The reaction he got was something he never thought he would see in King Steve.

“Oh no, I can’t. What if you get cold? Or one of the girls need it.” Steve furrows his eyebrows concerned and more worried about all of them then himself. Eddie stops walking for a second looking at the other like he had two heads. Maybe he could possibly get along with the other. He was obviously different though Munson couldn’t help but still be jealous by the other.

“Harrington, you're soaked with no shirt on, no shoes, and you're most likely bleeding out. The girls have more clothes than you, and it's not like they owe you one considering the number of times you've saved our asses.” Eddie chuckles before pulling his leather coat off to. “Here this will probably work better then that.” he says calmly moving to hand it to the other. Who just stares at him and doesn't take it.

“Come on Harrington, just take the damn jacket.” Eddie says with a huff. The girls seem to be catching up on what's going on.

Robin yells back to them, “Come on Steve, put the damn thing on. We all know how jealous you are about how leather coats are badass. You have the opportunity to wear it so take it.” She teases knowing the other boy had a obsession with stealing other peoples jackets.

“Oh? Really Harrington.” Eddie smirks looking at the other as he moves to help the other out. Or more like force the coat on him. “Well todays your lucky day.” He teases.

Steve blushes getting flustered as stumbles a bit, which Eddie is quick to grab his hip and pull him closer so he didn’t step on one of the vines. “Careful Harrington.” Eddie says seriously as he fix’s the coat on the other and still forcing him to wear the vest along with it. Then he’s stepping back as he grins wildly.

“Oh look at that! King Steve doesn’t look like a snobby bitch no more.” He jokes as Steve rolls his eyes before laughing softly. Still flustered and trying his best not to blush under the others attention.

“Oh shut up and let’s get moving Munson.” Steve says with a roll of his eyes but biting his lip from giving the other a shit ass grin as he walks along feeling somewhat cool. The coat was messing with his ego a lot. That and he was honestly flustered at the fact that another guy was giving him his coat. He now remembers why he liked complaining about being cold all the time.

(Ok but like I feel like there would be some chemistry between them now but I don’t think they would have anything serious yet in this scene so it’s just you know, some fluff. But in the bonus I’m writing it as it is lol)

*Bonus*

When the group returns and Dustin sees Steve wearing Eddie’s coat and leather jacket his mouth falls to the floor. Which both end up responding with most Dad responses ever. “Keep your mouth open any longer and you’ll catch flys.” At the same time. Both of them looking at each other surprised and Nancy can’t help but raise her eyebrow at this getting a little jealous about how Steve gets excited and high fives the other.

As the night goes on Eddie refuses to take the coat back, and when everything’s finally over he finds himself back at school and harassing Steve. And constantly forcing the other to wear his coats at the bonfire because in his words, “he doesn’t want to hear the other bitch about how cold it is.”

And somehow it turns into something. Steve ends up loving whatever cologne the others wearing and goes to his trailer, which the other can’t stand being in. Which somehow turns into a sleepover at Steve’s, that ends up with Steve stealing the others coat while he’s sleeping. Which then turns into the both of them wrestling over the jacket in the morning. With Eddie on top of the other as Dustin walks inside.

Ok but I feel like it’s hard not to have some dude bro energy with them because they are both awkward as hell, but this is a little spin on the jacket. My writing isn’t the best because I’m out of practice but like 🥺 in my head Steve would be the boyfriend constantly stealing coats because he keeps forgetting his.

#st4 spoilers #steveharrington #stranger things #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie #steve stranger things

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The suite was as lavish as one could expect based on the ornate golden double door entrance that came with a private butler. Luca would have been as happy to celebrate in a field of grass as much as a penthouse suite of another glassy Dubai highrise.

The most important thing was right beside him. Finally.

The time hadn't been lost on Ryan. But no string of words could express the feeling of being ripped in half. Or wounded again to think that he could ever be anything but untrue. It was all fair enough as most things were and ultimately, the rugged pilot was a man of action, not words.

"I'm tired of all of it." Ryan stripped his worn leather flight jacket, tossing it to the floor with more frustration than he intended. "You are the only fucking thing I have ever loved."

His reddened blue eyes locked into his heart's soft brown. God fucking damn it all he'd missed his fucking boy. It wasnt enough to kiss and make up. It wasn't enough to fill him and spill apologies. He'd marry the boy a billion times over but still, it wasnt enough.

They'd talked. Joked maybe. Fantasized. But he wasn't sure either of them would ever. It didn't matter now.

He closed the short distance between their bodies and felt his own visceral reaction to the proximity of his love. Lucas scent was intoxicating. His flawless skin was almost glowing up close and Ryan felt his mouth water with the building desire to press his lips to the softest brown skin.

But he wouldn't yet.

"Luca, listen to me." He couldn't help the way he allowed their hips to press together.

Luca's face cycled emotions. He was angry. He was frustrated. He was hurt. He was also very horny. His body, his perfect fucking body responded beneath the pilot's touch. It was a dance their souls had done since the beginning of time and one they'd do for ever more but one he'd never fucking get enough of.

"My pretty baby boy." A rough finger traced a smooth, trim jaw and Ryan sucked in a quick breath when Luca twisted just right to catch the older man's thumb in his soft, wet mouth. "Yer gonnae fuckin kill me, boy."

"You can't die yet." Luca's voice was shaking. His pupils were so dark. Ryan could feel the popstars slim fingers digging into what he could reach of the pilots painted skin and their clothes began to shed.

"I'm gonna give you what you need, my boy."

The pilot's gravel voice took on a steely tone as he pointed to four different cameras, small but plainly planted to capture every inch of the decadent four postered bed in the master suite.

"I'm gonna give you what you need and every fucking body is gonna see it."

Of course he'd never exploit the love of his life. But it was a fun threat and he had every intention of spending any future nights away from his only home being able to jerk it to his pretty princess in all of his favorite positions once again.

—

Gods bless ye was all he could think as Luca whined, literally whined, begging to service his swollen, leaking husband. It wasn't that he didn't want it. There werent fucking words for how badly he needed every inch of every one of his angel's holes. But first he had to make him scream.

He had his husband bent over one edge of the massive bed and didn't bother to stifle the primal groan that ripped from his chest at the sight of the sparkling pink jeweled plug already adorning the softest, smoothest, tightest ass of his dreams.

"I want everyone to see you like this, Luc." Scarred, inked fingertips traced the prickled skin he loved so much. The boy shuddered, barely stifling a desperate plea and arching into his husband's expert touch. "This is what we are. This is who we are."

He fell to his knees with more reverence than he'd ever felt inside a church and couldn't decide if he liked the taste of Lucas smooth taint and soft, tight balls or the unholy sounds Luca was making as Ryan took his time to lick and suck on Luca's sack, pointedly ignoring the perfect, swollen dick Luca did his best to rub into the bed beneath him for some sort of relief.

"S'not as simple as sex." He traced the boys puckered hole, rounding edge of the pretty pink jewel with his crooked nose, blatantly enjoying deep inhales of his boy's most private parts. Every fuckin inch of him was godsdamned delicious.

"This." His voice was gravel and a seriousness came over him as he allowed his fingertips to rest around the metal plug. He tapped it. Luca moaned and ground against the bed again and the pilot could feel another thick bead of precum wet the tip of his hooded cock. He tapped the plug a few more times, barely beginning to find something like a rhythm that had Luca moaning and groaning something that sounded like a blessed sort of song. "This is fucking holy, baby."

He twisted the heavy plug, only teasing the puckered hole that ached for him to pull it out and replace it with his own need. But not yet.

His hands released his husband suddenly. Luca's lewd dissatisfaction made the pilot chuckle as he replaced his hand with his hard, bare cock as he folded himself around the boy's back to breathe in the smell of his perfectly styled curls and feel like their pieces had finally lined up again.

No force in any universe could have kept him from abandoning his slow burn scheming and filling Luca with every inch and every drop of everything he had to give as urgently as he possibly could if he had just taken the plug from his husband's perfect ass. He silently marveled his own self restraint when Luca quivered underneath him, arching beneath him to press every inch of smooth brown skin again Ryan's solid, tattooed body.

"I promise you, boy." He bucked his hips, rocking into Luca who cursed and whimpered for more. "We are both going to get what we need tonight."

He let his mouth get to the outer edge of Luca's shoulder. Somehow even his sweat tasted sweet. Any closer and his little weasel would wiggle out from beneath him, desperate for a burning kiss that would, once again, derail the older man's careful plan.

He bit the boy's shoulder at the same time his hips involuntarily jerked against Luca's soft, warm body again. "Get on your fookin back, boy."

–

"No more please!"

Luca's hands clung to Ryan's, still wrapped around the popstar's half hard dick. Ryan had told Luca that he intended to milk him dry before his dick ever touched him but Luca had no idea he'd cum so hard he could taste it on his lips when he opened his mouth to gasp for air.

"Take this fucking plug out and fucking fuck me god damn-"

Luca's increasingly frustrated tirade was cut short by the older man's gravelly chuckle. "You're so fooking cute when you beg for it, baby boy."

He grabbed Luca's face, forcing their eyes as he settled himself between his lover's quivering, cum-slick thighs. "Tell me, angel." He ignored his own throbbing need to finally, slowly begin to work the thick plug from Luca's tight hole. "Tell me how much you need this big thick daddy dick inside that pretty popstar hole."

He had no idea how long the boy had been wearing it. It was the first one they'd ever bought together- too keep Luca plugged full of Ryan's cum- the way it fookin should be and would be again very soon.

His inner monologue went silent at the sights and sounds of Luca's perfect pink hole stretching around the shining plug as Ryan pulled. It made the pilots dick pulse and his mouth water. The world was obsessed with Luca but they'd never seen how beautiful he could be like this. Until now.

More than one of the cameras would be able to capture a close up of the near pop when Luca's sparkling plug finally released from the boy's slick hole. The thought made Ryan's already painfully hard erection throb more.

He knew he didn't stand an ince cubes chance in hell of lasting more than five minutes once he finally got to feel his souls mate's body stretching to accommodate him, letting them be one once again. His balls ached. Every pointless load he'd sprayed into a tissue or a drain in the nights he'd been gone were nothing compared to the load that built in him now.

They both needed it.

To save face for the camera Ryan used the last of his willpower to suck Luca off for the cameras one last time, shamelessly using any combination of their spit, cum or precum to lube the pilot's thick fingers as he worked in and out of Luca at a teasing pace.

"Ry."

It was that name. The voice that said it. The emotion behind it. It broke him out of his list addled haze and their eyes met. Luca didn't have to keep begging they both needed the same thing.

"I won't last." Ryan said by way of warning but wasted no time taking his dick in his hand, stroking the thick foreskin over the precum slick head a couple of times and then lining himself up with the only place he called home.

"Don't need you to last."

Luca wrapped around him like a monkey. Suddenly he was everywhere. The smell and the feel of him blocked out everything else. Luca shuddered around his husband and it wrenched an inhuman groan from the grizzled pilot.

Stars. Heaven. Blackness. Void. He couldn't describe what happened or where he went when he finally felt the inhuman relief of release, his aching sack pumping every thick fertile drop of his seed deep into Luca's guts. Luca's slick hole pulsed around him with every throbbing rope and then the slow dribbles that Ryan made sure to leave with the deepest inside the popstar's well-claimed guts.

The beaming pride of his husband or the way the pilots own white cum took no time to spill out around his still hard cock had him ready for round two immediately.

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strxngemxgick · 2 years

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The Very Noisy Night

October 9, 2022, Day 9

Prompt: The very noisy night (tossing and turning, caught in a storm)

Summary: Stephen had plenty of reasons to be afraid, but it’s one of his biggest fears that is also one of his biggest sources of shame.

Readers: @cherryfinolahobbes @shieldagentnatasharomanoff @mehrere-musen @defectivexfragmented

It came in flashes.

A severe rainstorm. Rolling thunder in the distance. Droplets pelting against his windshield. The rush of inertia as he swerved around the mountainside. His phone ringing. “Billy. What have you got for me?” “So could fifty other people.” “And ruin my perfect record?” “Now that does sound interesting.” The faint blue glow of a scanned x-ray. Hardly significant, but enough to draw his attention. Cockiness running rampant. He was still checking the road; he’d be fine. Just speed up. Pass them. They’re in your way.

The shock of the impact. Barely clipped the other car, but at breakneck speeds, it was enough. His body was tossed and jerked, the Lamborghini completely unmanageable. Spinning out of control, hurtling over the cliff like he was weightless. Like the aluminum and carbon fiber prison was merely a child’s toy. Discarded. Worthless. His eyes squeezed shut, an immediate effort to protect himself. He couldn’t see where he was going. Just felt the impacts. One after another. Falling, rolling, endlessly. His hands shot out with a particularly hard hit, bracing himself, fingers curling around the wheel. The solid crunch of metal. An uncanny numbness.

The cold. A sinking feeling, not just in his gut. It was wet. Rain. Then, more water rushed in from beneath him. Soaking into his socks. Drenching his pants legs. Lapping at the hems of his suit jacket. Closer. Closer. He could feel it rising. Smell the musk of the river as it crept in. Hear the creak of bending, warped metal. He whimpered. Yanked his hands, swallowed by the dashboard. He screamed, though the sound was strangled by creeping exhaustion and mounting terror. He couldn’t get out. He’d die here. He’d go from the cold. He’d drown.

He thought of Donna for the first time in years. The ache in his hands was momentarily drowned out by the grief in his heart. It’s retribution, he thought. Karma, for the life he took. He couldn’t save her.

And now, no matter how much he cried out, begged, no one would - could - save him.

And then, it was gone, lost to the haze of being thrown from the depths of REM sleep and stumbling back into the waking world. He shot upright, a strangled noise of distress on his lips as stared into the abyss and fought to catch his breath. He gasped weakly, strangled on his own air, hacking and coughing to clear phantom water from his lungs. The return to awareness was slow, drawn back in by the settling familiarity. The stench of algae and fish and dirty river water gave way to the smell of incense. Chamomile tea. Eucalyptus candles. Old wood. Magic. The feeling of his clothes clinging to his body, not from his rising doom, but from the cold sweat that seeped into his very bones. The soft sheets beneath him. The give of an old mattress.

He panted softly, his gaze drawn down to his hands where they laid in his lap. The persistent ache they caused was sharper than usual, likely exacerbated by his distress, and the doubtlessly ensuing thrashing as he dreamed. The Cloak, ever considerate and protective, had wrapped around them, keeping them cushioned so that he wouldn’t crush them before he woke. Not a common occurrence, he reminded himself - it must have been a particularly bad night.

He sighed softly, watching as the relic uncurled from its hold and rose to face him. It hovered closely, steadfast as it took in its master’s appearance, and then drew itself around Stephen’s shoulders when it was relatively satisfied with his physical state. “Thank you,” he whispered, tenderly resting his shaking hand on the bright red fabric. His fingers curled weakly, drawing it further around himself as he shivered, coming down from the night terror-induced adrenaline rush.

It had been a long time since he had dreamed about the crash.

The rush of rain. The crash of thunder. The jolt of impact.

Given the nature of his new calling, where danger lurked around every corner and the threat of the apocalypse was always at his doorstep, fearing a simple, arguably banal accident seemed ridiculous. Why fear the feeling of falling over a mountainside when he had literally plummeted from the stars? Why stress over the rising waters when he had been swallowed up by monsters and beasts of myth and legend? What did he really have to worry about when he had legitimately died, over and over again?

He’d lived after the crash. Walked away from it. Wounded and damaged, but still breathing. He’d had worse, he told himself, so why-?

A bright burst of light from his window. The too close, too booming sound of rolling thunder.

Stephen flinched, instinctively curling up in the protective cover of his companion. It wrapped more securely around him in response, drawing Stephen close as he drew his legs up to his chest and ducked his head like a frightened child. The sound faded, eventually giving way to the harsh thrum of rain against glass. When the moment of panic passed, Stephen finally chanced looking up, unsettled blue eyes drawn to the lights of the city, morphed and amalgamous by the sheets of precipitation beating against the window panes. He hadn’t even realized it had been storming.

He swallowed thickly, slowly allowing himself to uncurl enough to stand, but the Cloak remained drawn around his shivering shoulders. Warm and safe, unlike the chill of the outside that seemed to seep into the Sanctum, making his muscles ache. The shift in pressure was hardly a help for his pounding headache or the already chronic pain of his hands. Truly miserable weather. Raining cats and dogs out there, but still, people were on the road, zooming past in trails of yellow and blue and red lights. Not a care in the world, when it was obvious and anyone’s sight would be impaired by the torrential downpour.

The rush of rain. The crash of thunder. The jolt of impact.

Stephen drew the curtains closed sharply, a gasp of fright ejected from his lungs at the jarring sound of a horn honking outside. He stumbled back, heart pounding in his ears, nausea roiling in his stomach. He had to physically shake the flashback from his head before he was able to start breathing a little more easily, but he still didn’t feel like it would clear from his mind. The memories clung to the insides of his eyelids, right there whenever he so much as blinked.

How humiliating, he thought bitterly, to be cowed by something so mundane as a wreck. Something so natural as an accident. Something that wouldn’t even happen again, because he had actively refused to get inside a vehicle since he had nearly died, let alone get behind the wheel. When there was no need to ever even consider modern transportation when mystical lanes of travel were at his disposal, so why would he ever need to be afraid of something like a car? When there were creatures hungry for his blood and beasts vying for the end of all things and monsters ready to destroy all that was good?

He growled in frustration, glancing from the covered window back down to his bed, sheets half thrown on the floor, pillows beaten and lumpy. He could still feel sleep beckoning him, teasing him with sweet relief, but Stephen knew it was a lie; he knew that as soon as he closed his eyes again, it would be there.

The rush of rain. The crash of thunder. The jolt of impact.

“Ridiculous,” Stephen grumbled, sliding on a pair of house shoes and forcing his hold on the Cloak to relax as he trudged towards the library. To be so afraid of something so minuscule…

He’d just have to remind himself of the things out there that he should really be afraid of. The real reasons he should be losing sleep. Not something so pathetic as a one-time experience.

#whumptober2022 #no.9 #tossing and turning #caught up in a storm #fandom #marvel #doctorstrange #fic #nightmares #ptsd #panic attack #car crash #out of the multiverse /// ooc #spellwork /// muns work

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therisingphoenixden · 2 years

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Prompt #27: Calm Within the Storm

Prompt: Hail

Characters: Berude Eijinn (WoL), Thancred Waters, brief appearance by Urianger at the end.

Content Warnings: Little bit for Endwalker at the end.

Author’s Notes: I decided to go soft today and show that even the most fearless heroes can still have one weakness - a fear of storms. Soft WoL/Thancred/Urianger cuddles at the end if you like that sort of thing!

Weather in the Steppe was always fairly consistent. Rain was common enough, but storms were incredibly rare. The first time Berude witnessed a storm was during the journey from Kugane to the port city of Limsa Lominsa, and she spent most of that time sick in her bunk with how the sea tossed and turned. She was grateful when the ship finally docked and all but ran off the vessel at the time.

The second major storm hit when she was adventuring through Thanalan - a dust storm this time. As she ducked into the nearest shelter, rubbing the grit from her eyes, she spotted a lalafell chucking at her misfortune. Luckily, the lalafell was surprisingly sympathetic to her plight and gave her a pair of goggles and a scarf to keep the sand out of her face in future dust storms.

The worst storm, however, hit in the middle of investigating the Camp Drybone disappearances. She had been running back to the settlement from the chapel when pebble-sized chunks of ice hurtled from the skies!

She ran. It was all she could do. She ran for the inn and ducked into a room at random, armor soaked through and bruised from the tiny ice pebbles. Her hearing was still ringing from where the ice impacted her horns and her tail flicked back and forth rapidly in agitation. At least she was out of that awful rain and…icy pebble rain!

The sound of a throat clearing behind her cut through the hollow clacking that still echoed through her horns and she slowly turned. “Oh, sweet Nhaama,” she cried out, covering her eyes. She hadn’t seen much, but she had just walked in on Thancred, also completely sopping wet from the storm, but completely skyclad. “Thancred, I am so sorry!” She felt her cheeks burning from embarrassment.

He chuckled, low and warm to her slowly recovering hearing, and cracked an eye open just in time to see him fastening a dry pair of pants around his hips. “My dear Berude, I should apologize for startling you so,” he began, but found himself cut off when a loud crack of thunder caused the au ra to nearly leap in fear. “Such weather is unusual to you?”

She nodded, eyes wide as her tail flicked violently. “At least the intensity. And I never encountered icy pebbles falling from the sky!”

“Icy…pebbles?” He pondered her words for a moment. “You mean the hail?” She nodded. “Ah, yes. It is troublesome. We never really had hail in Sharlayan.” He stared up at the ceiling and continued talking about Sharlayan weather, but Berude realized it wasn’t the echo of the hail that impacted her horns she kept hearing. It was still falling!

Although she was now a member of the Scions and a fully-grown woman, she whimpered when another loud crack of thunder echoed through the inn. It was extremely unbecoming, and she could almost hear the Oronir’s taunting words for her weakness in the face of the storm’s fury. Just like a Mol to fear the fury of the storm. “It sounds very close.”

“I’d wager it’s right on top of us at present,” he murmured thoughtlessly as his gaze panned back down from the ceiling to his fellow Scion. Was she…shaking? Thancred frowned and realized he would need to choose his words far more carefully. “Would you prefer it if we batten down in here until it passes?”

With a pitiful sniffle, she nodded. “I think my spare clothes are also wet,” she muttered sadly as she looked at the state of her pack.

“I have a spare shirt you may make use of,” Thancred offered. “On the table, just there.” It was the least he could do to help her feel safe.

“Please don’t look.” She sounded pathetic, Berude realized. But Thancred nodded politely and turned around, permitting her the privacy she wanted as she peeled the sodden leather armor from her body. The shirt Thancred had mentioned sat atop a small table near the bed, and she sighed happily at how soft and warm the white cotton kurta was against her cold, damp skin. “You may look now.”

Despite his reputation as a rake, Thancred knew when a situation called for roguish charm and when it called for more delicate handling. His distraught colleague was definitely the latter. She joined him on the bed and he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “I suppose I could tell you some stories, help pass the time while we wait for the storm to pass.”

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Several years had passed since that first incident, yet Berude was still not fond of storms, it seemed. Thancred awoke as Berude attempted to burrow deeper between his and Urianger’s sleeping bodies, almost hiding under both men to escape the storm. “Dearest,” he murmured in a half-asleep haze, “come here.” He curled his arms around her slender body as a storm ravaged Radz-at-Han.

He felt the bed sheets shift around as Urianger’s long arms came up to pull them both closer, the elzen still soundly sleeping off the effects of the aether sickness all three had been afflicted by during their travels. “We’ve got you, love. Promise.” He sealed his promise with a kiss to the dot of scales between her eyebrows. Behind her, Urianger offered a less-than-eloquent grunt of agreement in his sleep.

No matter what the future would bring them in this battle against the Telophori, he knew that the both of them would protect her from any storm.

Outside, the storm raged on and tiny hailstones clattered against shuttered windows.

#ffxivwrite2022 #ffxivwrite #ffxiv #berude eijinn #thancred waters #urianger augurelt #urianger x wol x thancred

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highdramas · 3 years

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the world’s a little blurry | b.b.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: none

word count: 2107

summary: bucky is home, and he is yours

note: this is a one shot for now, but i definitely have more ideas for these two <3 this’ll be heavily inspired by tfatws so this is a spoiler warning for anything mentioned! also this is my first time writing bucky so pleaseeeeee give me some mercy lol

enjoy! <3

it’s nearly three in the morning, and you’re lucky if you stay up past midnight, so bucky makes a point to be quiet as he tiptoes into the apartment. after a mission gone awry in the apartment building where you had been neighbors, you’ve been staying with the superhero. something about not losing you and you’re safest here. bucky’s not stupid— caring about someone is a gamble, and it had become clear to his enemies who exactly it was that he cared about.

living with you came lots of things that bucky was not expecting. first off, you’re very cluttered. you call it controlled chaos, he calls it a mess. he’s fascinated by the state of your night stand, mostly. a dying plant and one loose airpod, two half empty water bottles, an empty starbucks cup.

second off, you have a cat. her name is katherine, but you call her kitty, occasionally kiki. and while bucky had been determined not to get attached, after awhile, it was difficult not to. she rubbed up on his legs, cuddled in his lap on the couch, slept on his chest in the middle of the night. she’s fucking adorable, and not even the winter soldier can deny that.

third off… you. you as a whole. he’s sure that it would’ve been a shock living with anyone, but the care that you give him… he’s not used to having someone making sure he’s eating. he’s not used to someone checking up on him throughout the day. he’s not used to having someone to come home to.

it’s nice.

it feels safe.

and he’ll kill anyone who tries to take this peace away from him.

bucky groans as he shucks his jacket off, feeling exactly where his muscles ache. he tries to keep his volume minimal. finally, he opens the door to the bedroom. the bedroom that you share.

this was the biggest adjustment of all.

he’d barely slept in a bed at all before you came along. too soft, too comfortable. he told you as much that first night, and what you had said shocked him.

“well, i’ll just sleep on the floor with you.”

no, oh, just get in bed. no, c’mon, it’s nice. none of those things. just understanding.

but it was more than understanding. it was meeting him exactly where he was.

that was three months ago, and you had kept your word. if you weren’t sleeping on the floor with him, you were on the couch with your hand tangling down, brushing along his hair, his shoulder. every time he felt you bucky swore that he could cry.

it was two months ago that he suggested you both sleep in the bed. and while it wasn’t every night, and some nights he padded out to the living room with a blanket and pillow… it was progress.

and he would wake up to find that you had joined him on the floor.

the nightmares weren’t gone. he’s not sure if they ever would be. but they were growing few and farer between, and the ones he did have were growing more manageable.

things were getting better.

of course, they were not perfect. and he knew that you didn’t expect them to be. he has therapy once a week, sometimes twice during the particularly hard weeks. he’s grown close with sam and his family. and… you.

his girl.

as the door creaks open, he almost chuckles at the sight of you. you’re laying horizontally across the bed, taking up both your side and bucky’s. katherine is curled in at your chest, her nose nearly touching yours. your mouth is open and he can see that there’s a bit of drool in the corner of your mouth, and that does make him laugh. it stirs you and he freezes.

bucky watches as you slowly wake, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and then rubbing the drool from your mouth. “ew,” you mumble, still half asleep, and bucky leans in the doorway wearing a smirk.

“go back to sleep, doll.”

you hum and stretch, and so does katherine, giving a wide yawn. “you’re home.”

home.

had he ever had a home before?

he did once, as a child. a time that feels so distant, so separate from the life that he leads now. sometimes, it’s hard to even picture the faces of his family members.

he had this apartment, but it never felt like home. not until you waltzed into it with your clutter and your laughter and your vibrancy. not until you cooked dinner hip to hip, not until you listened to music that he had never heard of, not until you watched some movie that was your favorite.

you’re home.

bucky smiles and he nods, sitting on the edge of the bed, pushing your hair back. “i’m home,” he says quietly. “i’m sorry i’m so late.”

you shake your head, your hand taking his. he still wears the gloves. you raise your eyebrows at him. “can i?”

he nods. you make quick work of removing each of his gloves, tossing them across the room, which makes bucky smile. he knows he’ll be picking those up in the morning. you press a kiss to his palm, the one that is flesh and bone. and then you take the other and do the same. “missed you, buck.”

something in his heart constricts as he watches you-- washed in moonlight that comes in through the window, sleepy smile on your face, eyes fixed on him. he knows that look, and he knows what it means. he doesn’t know if he deserves it, but he tries. he’ll always try for you.

“i wasn’t even gone twenty four hours,” the smirk is evident in his tone even if you can’t see it, but you scoff and roll your eyes. “i think you’re needy.”

“needy!” you repeat and laugh, falling back onto the pillow. kitty stirs and looks up at bucky, letting out a loud meow. “she’s the needy one. look at her.”

“both of you.” he scratches kitty’s head and then kisses the top of yours before he stands again. “i’m gonna shower.”

sleep is escaping you and you push yourself up onto your palms. “can i join you?”

he chews on the inside of his cheek and shrugs his shoulders innocently. “better pick up the pace then, soldier.”

with a laugh, you kick the sheets off of you. “yes sir.”

he rolls his eyes and you both shuffle into the bathroom. now, in the light, you’re able to get a good look at him. and your jaw drops slightly at what you see. “bucky,” you say and he already knows what’s coming. you touch the side of his face where a bruise is blossoming. “how the hell does this even happen?”

“part of the gig.”

you groan and he smiles and he does so because he loves you. he loves your mess and he loves your doting, he loves your cat and he loves coming home to see that you’ve taken up the entire bed. “you’re an old man. one of these days you’re gonna have to retire.”

“got unfinished business first.”

you know of his past. of course you do. although, you’re a firm believer that it’s not his past, rather than a past that was decided for him against his will. you’ve made a point of making your stance in that clear. you have heard stories of what bucky has done, but you have tutted and shaken your head. “what hydra did.”

these are the things that bucky tells himself, but it is different to hear it from someone else. someone who is not steve, or sam, or another avenger who has also committed morally grey acts. because, yes, they are all good and trustworthy and worth listening to-- but you. you are his girl. you are his girl who laughs at his jokes and teases him and never once babies him for what happened to him, but you’re also the girl who has woken him from nightmares, who has tended to his wounds, who has been held back from a fight just to defend his honor. you have seen him in his entirety, and you have never balked.

“alright, well--” it’s not lost on you how his eyes trail down your body as you undress, turning on the water and checking the temperature. “as soon of this business of yours is finished…”

“i know.”

the two of you share a look and he gives a crooked grin. “you look nice.”

“there’s dried drool on my face.”

“yeah, i know.”

it’s been nearly a year since you met james buchanan barnes and yet he still gets you to blush. he practically lights up at the sight of the color on your cheeks. “are you--”

“shut up and get in the shower,” you retort, pulling back the curtain and stepping into the steaming water.

“yes, ma’am.” you hear the shuffling of his clothes falling to the floor and then he is behind you, hands going up and down your arms. you let out a sigh and tilt your head back, peering up at him. water trails down his nose, dripping off and onto your forehead.

you don’t tell bucky, but you do worry. you worry every second that he’s gone on a mission. you know that you don’t have to say it, that he knows. and you trust that he will come home to you. bucky turns you and he holds your face in his hands and he presses his lips to yours and you know that he feels the same way.

i’ll always come back is spelled out in the way that he kissed you, the way that he holds the back of your head. we have forever is heaved from your lungs as he sucks the air from you.

when you part, you smile at his lips-- slightly swollen, pinker than normal. you rub your thumb along the bottom one and he catches your hand. he presses it on his chest, right where his heart hides beneath skin and bone. “you don’t have to do all of this to make up for what they did to you,” you say over the sound of water. “you’re allowed to have a normal life, if you want it.”

“i know.” he pushes a piece of wet hair from your face. “i just don’t--” he shakes his head and you know this all too well-- he doesn’t quite know what to say, he starts closing up and off and away, the high walls that guard his heart and mind beginning to take shape. “i feel like if i don’t… what was it all for?”

delicate hands move across his torso. you lather up a loofah and begin washing away blood and grime. “bucky,” you say and he looks at you, steely blue eyes staring right into yours. “you make people happy. you have people who love you, who care for you. you don’t owe the world reparations.”

he winces as you go over a particular bruise and you slow your movements, make them featherlight. “all i know is,” you begin. “whatever it is you want, whatever it is that fulfills your life… make sure it’s for you.”

a smile curls on his face and he stills your hands. “thank you.” he takes the loofah from you. “let me get you.”

“but i’m not done--”

“please. let me.”

you surrender and he begins to wash you, and your forehead falls to his shoulder, calm washing over your body. you could’ve been standing there for minutes or hours, you’re unsure. he pushes your hair back and at some point you realize that he is washing your hair, and you press gently open mouthed kisses against his chest and you hear his breath catch and you fall in love with him all over again.

“let me get yours--” you mumble around a yawn and you watch as he smirks down at you. “really, let me.”

bucky shakes his head and he turns the water off. “tomorrow,” he says.

you towel off and when you clamber into bed, you feel the weight of him beside you, your cat nestled between the both of you. you feel him pull you into him, his breath against your neck and his lips against your pulse point, and your eyes flutter shut. before sleep captures you, you murmur, “i love you, james bucky barnes.”

the feeling of his smile against your skin is imprinted on your heart, and his words coax you into sleep-- “i love you too, doll.”

bucky barnes sleeps through the night and doesn’t wake once.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #my writing #the world's a little blurry #eeeee i'm so excited to post thissssss

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harrywritingsbyme · 3 years

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The one about Y/n and her Stuffie

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

This One Too

A/N: ITS BEEN OVER A FUCKING MONTH SINCE I LAST POSTEDDDD…but I’m backkkk🤪🥳😙😌it’s not the fic i originally planned on doing for my next piece, but since I’m currently in the middle of everything in my life rn, and this plot doesn’t have to be extremely thought out, i figured i’d do a hot lil fic for y’all. Enjoyy girliess...i hope it doesn't suckk🙃

When Harry came upstairs, he was expecting you to be doing just about anything besides what you were actually doing. As soon as he stepped foot into the doorway of the bedroom, Harry was stopped right in his tracks, completely focused on you, and beyond stunned at the sight in front of him. You were down to a tight little t-shirt and a little pair of panties, and you were humping one of the cute little stuffies he’d bought for you some time ago. You had your legs spread wide over the toy and both of your hands planted on the bed in front of you as you messily dug your cunt into the stuffed toy. Harry intently watched and listened as you tried to relieve yourself. He relished in the sounds of your desperate whines and moans, taking in all of your cries for daddy and how your pussy was in need of and completely throbbing for him. From where he was standing, Harry could clearly see how you were moving against the stuffed toy. You never let up with your movements, continuously digging your needy pussy into the stuffie. You were really intent on digging your clit into it and making sure to rub against the raised parts of the toy to get the most pleasure. And when you rubbed yourself just right, you’d go into a complete frenzy, trying to recreate and feel that exact feeling over and over again.

As Harry stood there, not only could he not stop himself from pushing a hand into his pants to squeeze at his cock, Harry also had the inability to stop his mind from wandering and conjuring up all the things he could do to you in the position you were in. For starters, Harry could just picture himself coming up from behind you and pushing you down onto your front before tossing the stuffie away and replacing it with his cock. If he did that, Harry was certain that you’d have the loudest and prettiest screams and moans from being suddenly manhandled and from the sudden and intense pleasure. Harry also dreamt of you thrashing back and forth against his cock. Once you’re all done fighting with his cock and you’ve finally gotten all of him into that tight little entrance of yours, Harry could vividly picture you moving against him in the same way you’re moving against the stuffed toy. You’d have your hands planted on his chest and you’d be trying to get into a rhythm but you’d be quickly overcome by the pleasure and you’d just do whatever would give you the most pleasure. The vivid visuals of you moving on his cock are accompanied by the picture of your tits bouncing in front of his face. And the fact that he could see your pebbled nipples through your shirt only made the visual that much better. Those were just two of the many filth ridden thoughts that roamed Harry’s mind as he watched you. And with each and every one of these scenarios, while all being different from the last, you were gushing in no time, making a complete and very wet mess on the bed at the end of every one of them.

Eventually, after a while of silently stalking you from across the room, Harry finally (and kind of begrudgingly) pulls his hand from his pants and makes his way over to the side of the bed where you were. He then brings a hand up to softly caress your cheek, to which you slightly jump from the sudden company.

“What are you doing puppy?” He softly asks, watching as you continue to hump the stuffie between your legs.

“I can’t help it daddy! My clit hurts so good!” You pitifully slur, your eyes remaining snapped shut as you continue to move against the toy.

“Want daddy to make it stop hurting and feel good sweet girl?” Harry asks sweetly, continuing to stroke your cheek and watch you dig your clit into the stuffie, noticing you still had the jewel plug in from earlier in the day.

“Please daddy! You can do anything you want just- m’throbbing so bad!” You whine in response, opening your eyes for the first time in Harry’s direction. Your eyes were all watery and he could see how bad you needed him and how subby you were feeling.

Without wasting anymore time, Harry swiftly maneuvers you both onto the bed. He pulls you down onto your back, completely abandoning the stuffie, before removing the little bit of clothes you had on from your body. He then proceeds to undress himself, practically ripping his clothes off before climbing between your legs. As soon as he does this, his attention shoots down between your legs to see what he was working with.

“Aww look, your little cunt is all swollen and sticky.” He coos, admiring how swollen and dripping you were for him. “So desperate; how pathetic.” He chuckles, bringing his hand down to pinch your puffy pussy lips between his index and thumb, getting his fingers covered in your juices. “What made you so needy baby?” Harry asks, keeping your pinched between his fingers as he lowers himself down between your legs.

“Just-“ You softly sigh, not wanting to give him the real, and slightly embarrassing answer.

“Just what?” He presses before bringing his mouth in and sticking his tongue out to lap up the juices that were spilling from the part where your two lips met. When he does this, you immediately try and snap your legs shut. But Harry stops you right in your tracks. “Close them and you won’t cum.” Harry simply, yet sternly replies, causing you to open your legs back up. “Good girl. But if you don’t answer, you won’t cum or get my cock.” Harry continues on.

“But daddy!” You whine, trying to get out of revealing why you were humping the stuffie not too long ago.

“If you wanna cum, you better tell me. Or I could just suck on your swollen little button until you cry then jerk off right in front of you. It’s completely up to you.” You couldn’t argue with that ultimatum. In the state that you were in, the simple thought of not being able to cum made your eyes well up a little.

“Fine…I was thinking about how good it felt when you took me after you pushed my princess plug in earlier.” You manage to finally spit out, struggling to do so from the way Harry kept squeezing your lips together.

“So all of this is because my baby is a little cockslut.” Harry cockily relishes with a wide smirk spread across his face. “That makes it even better.” Harry hums before suckling on your clit. You didn’t even have the time to scream from how good his mouth felt because it only lasts a couple seconds before he’s letting go of your pussy lips and removing his mouth, moving himself back up your body. Stopping on the way up to sponge wet kisses onto your already pebbled nipples. Harry then attaches his lips to yours, trapping them into a sloppy, lust filled kiss. You let Harry do most of the work, keeping your mouth open and moving your lips against his. As he kissed you, you could hear Harry’s shaky breaths and moans, and you could feel him rutting his cock against your sticky cunt. This only made you need him more than you already did. You wanted to move around and try and push him inside, but Harry had you trapped pretty good. All you could do was move your head around a bit. So that’s what you did, you moved your head to the side, causing Harry’s mouth to break away from yours.

“Need you daddy!” You beg, wrapping your hand around Harry’s bicep that was right by your head.

“Y’always needing me, you’re my little cockslut remember?” Harry coos into your ear, using his other hand to blindly line himself up with your soaking entrance. “All you can think about is me splitting your little pussy apart to fit all of my cock in there.” Harry begins, bringing his hips in to start filling you up. “All you can think about is being pounded until I’m done using your pathetic little hole.” Harry grunts into your ear, bringing the other arm up to rest against the bed near your head. “I bet you like feeling completely powerless when I’m fucking into you.” Harry groans, feeling your tight walls around him as he practically pries them apart with his large cock. As Harry speaks and fills you up, you’re losing your mind below him. Not only are you losing the ability to even think, you’re also feeling and relishing in the pleasurable sting that came along with Harry’s cock and the full feeling that came along with it as well. On top of feeling incredibly needy, you were feeling subby as well, which only intensified the feeling and caused you to use your stuffie. All you could do was dig your nails into his biceps that were almost cradling your head and whimper as Harry made sure you felt everything he gave you.

Once he’s fully inside, Harry goes right into pounding you. And he doesn’t let up. He continuously slams his hips down into yours, pushing his cock all the way up inside of you again and again. With every thrust, there was a flick to your clit. He’d always come down, in, and up, causing you to feel everything inside and out. On top of all that, Harry had his mouth right up to your ear and you could hear his beyond animalistic growls. He kept asking you ‘Is this what you wanted?’ and he kept telling you how good of a fuck and cockslut you were and that he loved destroying you.

Harry was on cloud nine to say the least. He had worked himself up enough leading up to this moment that he could be cumming any second now. But he decided to hold off a little longer. Not only were your insides, your perfect little walls feeling even more amazing, but he was enjoying being able to fuck you like this, all rough and filthy while you were feeling all small and subby. When you were like this, Harry would go on a bit of a power trip and just degrade you and fuck you any which way he wanted. And on top of that, he got to hear your whimpers and cries from how good it all felt in the process. With the position he had you two in, the same way his growls were clear in your ears, Harry’s able to clearly hear your cries and whimpers from how good it all felt. Harry thought your loopy moans and whimpers were music to his ears. He even heard you call yourself daddy’s cockslut, which only made him go even harder on your pussy.

“Please daddy! I need t’cum!” You whimper, holding on to his biceps for dear life as young for him to let you finally cum. Even though you weren’t being that good of a girl earlier when you were using the stuffie, you didn’t cum, which is a big rule of Harry’s, especially when you haven’t gotten permission. So you’d been holding this release for a long time now and you were dying to just let go already!

“Awww, does my baby’s pathetic little pussy need to cum around daddy’s big cock.” Harry coos patronizingly, continuing his never ending thrusts.

“Can’t hold it anymore daddy!” You cry, beginning to squirm underneath his tight grip from how much this orgasm was consuming you.

“Go ahead doll, show me how much of a little cockwhore you are for daddy.” Harry pants into your ear before lifting himself up from on top of you, stopping to spit down into your mouth as he sits up. Harry then begins to feel your walls rapidly pulsating and convulsing around his cock. And to follow up, a warm stream of your juices begin to gush out of you, getting Harry and the sheets wet. But you were too busy feeling absolutely amazing to even care. Harry was in awe at how much you were squirting and he thought you looked absolutely adorable as you came around him. He also felt very riled up and anxious to have a similar release of his own.

Once he feels like he’s given you enough time to ride the seismic waves of your release, Harry dives right back in, not skipping a beat with his intense thrusts.

“Can’t anymore daddy!” You cry out to him, trying your hardest to close your legs around him and push his body away from between your legs as you were just coming down from your first high and were already feeling another powerful release quickly building inside the kind of sore pit of of your stomach.

“But you said you wanted it doll.” Harry reminds through his teeth as he pries your legs back apart. “You were so caught up in being a little cockslut you forgot about what you agreed to.” Harry chuckles down at you. He resumes his thrusts and then proceeds to slap your clit a couple of times, causing you to have mini releases, squirting onto him back to back with every slap he delivered to your clit. “Messy little slut aren’t you. Look at how much you squirt when I destroy your pussy.” Harry moans, continuing to deliver a couple more sting filled slaps to your oh so sensitive button, garnering a few more screams and squirts of your warm juices to his lower body.

Harry then flips you onto your front, to which he pushes your legs apart a little more before sitting on top of them to keep you down before wrapping his hands around your hips and plunging back into you. You were already worn out so he didn’t exactly have to pin you down. As he fucks into you, Harry can feel his overwhelming release beginning to overtake all of his senses in the exact same way yours did. He began to feel even more pressure in the pit of his stomach as his impending release mounted and mounted, waiting to be released.

When he’s just a mere minutes away from his release, Harry lays himself down on your back, keeping his mouth close to your ear as he sloppily delivers his final thrusts. You could feel him sucking on the area right below your ear as he reached the hilt of his release.

“And if there has to be one thing I love most about having you as my needy little cockslut, it’d have to be the fact you keep my cum all save and warm in that perfect little honey pot between your legs.” Harry growls before unloading every last drop of his cum into you. Your body was a complete and quivering mess as you took all of Harry’s heavy load, and as you gushed all over him and the bed for the second time.

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fivelakesinwriting · 3 years

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hii!! id love it if youd make a rafe x reader enemies to lovers fic where the reader gets a nipple piercing and rafe sees the piercing thru their thin/tight top? reader tries to tease him but rafe tries to ignore it and shit gets FREAKKYYYY lollol

Author's Notes: Y'all are little freaks...and I love that about you. I named the girl in particular for this story, sometimes it's just easier! Please let me know what you think if you have a moment. If this was your request, I hope you love it! xoxo

Warnings: Talk of piercings (might make people uneasy), Swearing, Drinking, Sexual references - Sexual innuendos, Smut *(biting, rough sex, mentions of choking , unprotected sex - please be safe out there, your choice how! ) All Characters are 18+

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To say that Rafe loathed his sister Sarah's friend - Evie - would be an understatement. He didn't know why he disliked the girl so much, she had never really done anything to him to make him dislike her so much. There was just something about her that rubbed him the wrong way.

Maybe it was the way she didn't move out of the way for him when they crossed paths in the hallway at Tannyhill, the way she called him by his full name - Rafe Cameron - or perhaps, because she looked like the kind of girl that wouldn't give him the time of day. And that bothered the shit out of him.

It was a lazy Summer afternoon and Rafe planned on doing nothing with his day. Topper and Kelce weren't available for golf, and Barry was out. So Rafe cut his losses and decided he would hang out at home by the pool and drink beers all day.

As he descended the stairs towards the kitchen to begin his afternoon he heard his sister's laugh and the distinct sound of Evie's laugh just after. Rafe exhaled heavily as he rolled his eyes, succumbing to the notion that his relaxing afternoon would have the background noise of a witch's cackle.

"Ladies." Rafe grumbled as he quickly made his way through the kitchen, a beeline towards the fridge to grab a beer.

"Rafe Cameron, nice to see you." Evie smiled over the top of her phone as she showed Sarah a photo.

"Evie, see they rescheduled your burning at the stake." Rafe glared as he popped the top of his beer, sipped, then made his way out the patio doors towards the pool.

"Rafe!" Sarah scolded as she picked out a piece of fruit from the bowl on the counter in front of her, and threw it at the door as he closed it behind him.

Just as Rafe started to get settled on the lounge chair by the pool, the sun hot on his chest and face, the patio door opened and the girls came outside still giggling.

"Do you need to be here? Can't you take the car and like, leave?" Rafe sighed as he turned his hat back around to shield his eyes from the sun to properly glare at his sister.

"Last I checked this wasn't your house, Rafe. So, we're staying. Deal with it, or go back inside." Sarah replied with a roll of her eyes as she stepped into the pool.

Rafe let out a long, dramatic sigh as he pulled his hat down over his eyes but kept it high enough that he was able to see the pool just under the brim. He crossed his arms over his chest and listened intently to the conversation the girls were having.

"So, you and Anthony are done?" Sarah asked as she waded further into the water.

"So done. Couldn't be more done." Evie stated firmly, and Rafe heard the sound of clothing drop to the deck of the pool.

"That's what you said the last time, and then I had to come pick you up from that party and your knees were all scratched up -" Sarah stated a smirk evident in her voice.

Rafe's ears perked up at the turn the conversation was taking. He knew his sister had a tendency to pick friends that were less than good influences on her. But this? Oh, he would stay and listen to this.

"And that's why I got these done. It's my gift to myself for kicking that loser to curb. And my constant reminder every time I see it." Evie replied with a laugh.

Rafe was beyond curious as to the gift she had given herself. His mind raced as he thought of all the possibilities. And he had not even known she was with someone until that moment. Rafe pulled his hat back up over his eyes, squinting against the sunlight, then stood up from the lounge chair as not to seem like he had been eavesdropping.

But he was.

"Oh, Rafe Cameron! Wait up." Evie called after him as he headed back into the house to grab another beer.

Rafe gave the door a push to keep it open for her as he continued his walk inside the house again, the air conditioning cool on his skin. He opened the fridge doors once more, but felt uncomfortable, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up as he felt a pair of eyes on him.

"Stop staring at me." He ordered as he grabbed another beer and closed the door of the refrigerator harshly.

"Just waiting for you to move, Rafe Cameron." Evie smiled while she leaned against the island counter, her sunglasses pushed up on the top of her head as her eyes scanned his body.

"Can just ask." Rafe grumbled as he shifted out of the way, flicking the tab of his beer can. He felt uncomfortable under her gaze but also confident, and powerful. He didn't know which way to go.

Witch.

"Thank you." She nodded as she made her way passed him to open the doors of the fridge again and peered inside.

Rafe looked over at her through the corner of his eye as best he could, trying to figure out what she had been talking to Sarah about. What was the gift? He cursed his inquiring mind with a bite of his top lip and quickly turned on his heel to leave again.

"Oh, wait. Rafe? Can you help me? I can't reach the glasses up there." Evie asked with a strain in her voice.

Rafe turned around again with a sigh, placing his beer down on the counter then walked back over to the short girl trying to reach a glass in the high up cabinets. He easily reached above her head, grabbed a glass and placed it in front of her.

"There you go." Rafe mumbled as his fingertips trailed over the countertop as he backed up a little to give her some space.

"Thanks, Rafe Cameron." Evie nodded as she turned around to face him, leaning against the counter.

It was then as she was leaned up against the counter, arms holding her body up as Rafe noticed what Evie had been telling Sarah about all along. It had been under his nose, and under her tiny t-shirt the whole time.

"Who's Anthony?" Rafe asked with a clear of his throat he hoped wasn't too obvious before he pointed to her nipples, pierced, very visible through her white t-shirt.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Evie grinned as she got close to him, close enough that he could smell the chlorine from the pool on her and whatever perfume she used. She brushed by him, her nipples grazing his bare arm as she exited the kitchen and Rafe shivered.

Witch. Bitch....fuck, she's hot.

Rafe growled low in his chest as he turned around, grabbed his beer and took a big drink. He pushed the door open to the pool area again and stalked out to see Evie sitting on the pool deck, her feet in the water as Sarah floated on an obnoxious flotation device shaped like a swan.

"You didn't bring a suit, Evie?" Rafe muttered as he took another generous sip of his beer and placed it on the table beside his lounge chair.

"This is my suit." She replied as she kicked a leg out of the water.

"A white t-shirt and bikini bottoms?" Rafe inquired, attempting to keep his tone even.

She didn't reply, only tossed him a smile as she placed her leg back in the water while she leaned back on her hands. She extended her neck back, letting the sun hit her face as she let out a content sigh.

Rafe didn't like to be teased.

"Sarah, go pick up Wheezie." Rafe ordered as he finished off his beer and adjusted his hat on his head, turning the brim backwards.

"Why do I have to do it? You're the one with no friends and nothing to do." Sarah replied with a glare over the the neck of the swan.

"I'll get us all dinner if you go and pick her up. I don't like that Samuel kid she hangs out with." Rafe grumbled as he leaned back in the chair.

"Do you like anyone?" Sarah sighed as she pulled herself over to the edge of the pool and climbed out.

Sarah asked Evie if she wanted to come along, but Evie declined. She said she would stay here, dry off and make sure that Rafe didn't fuck up the dinner choice for them all.

"You want a beer, Evie?" Rafe asked once Sarah had left and it was just the two of them and the tension he wasn't sure how to label.

The two of them stood in the kitchen, looking through take out menus and avoided conversation. Rafe's eyes flickered over the top of the menu he was pretending to read and zeroed in on her nipples, still visible through her shirt and he was reeling.

"You should change your shirt before Wheezie gets back." Rafe mumbled as he quickly looked back at the menu in his hands so she didn't catch him staring.

"For whose benefit? Hers or yours, Rafe Cameron?" Evie smirked as she tossed the menu she was holding onto the counter, then leaned on her forearms and looked up at him.

"Listen. Maybe this Anthony character liked to be teased and have you shove your tits in his face, but I don't. So quit it." Rafe growled as he dropped his own menu to the floor and reached over the counter to take hold of her face, making her look right into his eyes.

"You don't like my tits?" She questioned, hands pressed to the counter as she started to climb onto it to get closer to him. The other shoe starting to drop.

"I love them." Rafe practically whined as Evie climbed onto the counter and crawled over to him. He tugged off her still wet t-shirt, dropping it to the floor before he reached for her breasts.

"Gentle!" She hissed with a yank of his hair as he tugged at either of the steel bars that pierced her nipples.

"Hurts?" Rafe breathed out as his nose brushed over hers, his palms kneading her breasts a little more gently as he let her pull on his hair.

"Not too much. You just look like you can get rough." She muttered as her other hand reached for his bicep and squeezed.

"Can be, yeah. Won't be this time if you don't want that." Rafe exhaled while his lips got closer to hers. She still smelled like chlorine, and her perfume was some sort of flower he couldn't name. He loved it.

Evie twisted her fingers into the hair at the back of his head and pulled his lips to hers, the other shoe finally dropping. Rafe groaned against her mouth as he released his hold on her chest in favour of wrapping his arms around her instead, pulling her close against him.

"Don't bite! Your sister will notice the marks." Evie gasped when Rafe removed his lips from his and kissed down to her collarbone, sinking his teeth into her skin still warm from the sun.

"Give you one of my shirts. Have to cover these anyways." Rafe mumbled into her clavicle as he reached up to palm at her breasts again.

"Because Sarah and Wheezie coming home to me in your clothes isn't more suspicious, Rafe." She scolded as she reached for his hair to tug his face up, making him look at her.

"Let me worry about them." Rafe growled as he grabbed her hips to lift her off the counter then placed her on the cool tiled floor in front of him. He spun her around and pulled her bikini bottoms down her legs, his breath in his throat at the naked woman in front of him.

"Here?!" She squealed as she tossed a frantic look over her shoulder at him, eyes wide as she waited for his next move. Rafe ran his hands from her shoulders down her back to her hips, simply admiring her form.

"Too much for you?" Rafe grinned, an eyebrow raised to challenge her.

"So, teasing is okay as long as you're the tease?" Evie shivered as her head dropped down, forehead pressed to the countertop as Rafe reached around to roll her nipples between his fingers again.

"Yes." Rafe stated simply, as if this were a fact she should have known upon walking into Tannyhill. He bent down to press a kiss to the back of her neck, a groan in the back of his throat as she pushed back into him.

"C'mon, Rafe." Evie whined as her right hand reached back to pull at his hair as he bit down on the creased of her neck while he untied his swim shorts, letting them fall to his feet.

"You're so whiny. So bratty. I fucking hate it." Rafe growled into her neck as he lined himself up with her entrance, choking out a breath at how wet she felt against him.

"Are you sure?" She exhaled and Rafe could hear the smile on her face.

Fucking witch. Beautiful, pierced, whiny, wet and warm fucking witch.

"If you wanna keep this gentle I suggest you keep your mouth shut, sweetheart." Rafe breathed in her ear as he pressed his tip inside of her, and he swore his heart stopped for a second as she clenched around him.

Her back arched and she let out a pathetic little whine that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as he sunk inside of her completely. She reached a hand back to grab his wrist, her nails deep in his skin as he settled inside of her to let her adjust to his size.

"Damn." Rafe groaned as he pulled his hips back, fingertips pressed into the skin of her hips to keep her steady as he thrust back in. He sunk his teeth into her neck again, loving the way she bounced back into him when he did.

"More, Rafe. Please." Evie begged breathlessly, her neck extended to the side to let him mark her up. Rafe pulled his calloused fingers over her hips and up to her breasts again, kneading them before he rolled her nipples between his fingers.

"Hate how good you feel. Goddammit, Evie." Rafe growled while he wrapped one arm around her chest to pull her close while his other hand reached between her legs.

"Shit! Too much!" Evie gasped, her eyes wide when Rafe gave a firm thrust that sent her forward to the countertop once more. Her nails scratched over his forearm as he pressed his middle finger to her clit, finding it easily.

"Can't handle it?" Rafe grunted as a smile tugged at the corner of his lips, his middle finger circling her clit as he pounded into her from behind.

"Fuck you, Rafe Cameron." Evie sobbed out, back arched as she pulled one hand down his forearm and the other reached back to pull at his hair.

"You already are, and I can fucking feel you coming. You always this easy? Hmm?" Rafe panted as he unwrapped his arm from her chest to press his large palm to her collarbone, bringing her upright against him. He wanted to wrap his hand around that delicate little neck so badly, but he would wait. She had asked him to gentler with her, and he was trying so hard.

"You're a fuc - " She cursed but was cut off by Rafe reaching up and pushing two fingers in her mouth.

"Shut up, and just cum for me." Rafe growled as he pushed his middle and index finger further in her mouth, a shiver going down his spine as he felt her tongue swirl over the pads of his fingers.

As she came around him, whining around his fingers, Rafe was reconsidering his deep hatred for Evie. He chased his own release and kept an obnoxiously bruising grip on her hip with his free hand. Rafe groaned against the back of her neck, pressing his palm flat against her stomach to keep her flush against him as he finished inside of her.

"Shit." Rafe breathed out against the back of her neck, removing his fingers from her mouth. He gave her a soft kiss below her hairline as a thank you, and he hoped she didn't feel the way his breath shook on his exhale.

"I still don't like you very much." Evie whispered as she rested her head back on his shoulder, her eyes closed as she twisted his hair between her fingers.

"Don't like you all that much either." Rafe scoffed as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, although he had to admit in that moment just the two of them in the quiet house wrapped around one another - he didn't hate her all that much.

"I might let you do that again, though. If you give me a shirt, and order me food." Evie responded, her eyes opening just a little to watch as he kissed her forehead to the tip of her nose and then her chin.

"If you don't get burned at the stake first, be happy to do that again."

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