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will-o--the-wisp · 4 months

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smut under the cut // MDNI

Childe x male reader drabble

content warnings: amab reader, size difference (reader is implied to be smaller than childe), semi-public sex, dom/sub dynamics, blowjobs, spitting, tba.

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(Name) buries himself more into the harbinger coat wrapped around his shoulders, comfy dozing off in his seat next to Childe. He had decided to accompany his partner to his harbinger meeting, but tuned out not even halfway through, bored by the business chatter and occasional heavy discussions.

The boredom, plus the fuzzy warmth coming from the coat that he had “stolen” from Childe, claiming that he was cold made it near impossible for him to not fall asleep, fighting the droop of his head with all his might.

A hand sneaks to caress (Name)’s cheek, slowly pushing his head into a warm shoulder to rest there. It’s Childe, he realises, letting him rest as he focuses on the important talk.

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“Wake up, Котик '' The voice reaches his ears as Childe shakes him a bit, bringing him back from dreamland. He groans a bit, pushing more into the plush chair and wrapping himself tighter with the wool of the piece of clothing. “Cmon, the meeting is over”

“Ugh, but I’m so comfortable!” He answers, voice heavy with sleep, but getting more aware by the moment. “Five minutes more?” He asks, voice pleading as he laces his fingers through Childe’s own, cuddling his hand.

“Everyone left ten minutes ago, love” He says, freeing his hand from the grip and slowly bringing him to a standing position, which (Name) takes advantage of and turns it into a hug, pressing his face into Childe’s plush chest. Childe laughs a bit, coaxing him to start walking “Feeling cuddly, are we?”

They start walking through the halls of Zapolyarny palace silently, (Name) trying to wake up completely and Childe lost deep in thought. They twist and turn through the passageways, slowly but surely making their way to a wing of the palace (Name) has never seen before.

Once he realises that he’s in a never seen before place, it’s too late to look around, as Childe has put one of his arms above him on the nearest wall, pushing (Name) into it and caging him with his body. The wall is cold where it connects with his clothed back, making him shiver, but he’s more worried about his partner.

“Ajax?” He asks, awareness coming to him suddenly as his heart jumps, but stops with a swallow when he looks up. Childe is looking down at him with that exact smile he has when something devious is about to happen. “Ajax wha-”

“Do you remember your safeword?” Childe asks as he presses closer to the smaller man, making (Name)’s brain short circuit, the implications making his blood start to rush down south.

“Wait Ajax, anyone could walk down the hall and see!” He starts, pushing on Childe’s chest to try and make space between them, but one stern glare is all that’s needed for him to stop resisting and drop down his head, blushing “Молоко?”

“Good boy” Childe says, one of the hands caging him in dropping to ruffle his hair lovingly, adjusting the coat on his shoulders “Don't let it fall” there's a tone of warning as he speaks, making in clear that it is a demand, not a request.

(Name) nods, squirming in place as his dress pants start to feel just a bit too tight

“Now be quiet” Childe hisses, arousal clear in his tone. He kneels before (Name), one big hand on his hip so he's pressed into the wall. Childe's eyes are right on the price as he lifts his other hand to run one finger up the tent on (Name)'s pants.

A full body shiver hits him, at the touch, muffling the start of a whimper with his hand at the last moment. The fact that they're doing that, in a semi-public place is making him feel every touch ten times more.

Childe lets out a malicious giggle in response, leisurely unbuttoning the other’s pants and pulling down the zipper, fiddling with the underwear just enough to let (Name)’s dick spring free. A sigh comes out of the smaller man's face, feeling the cold on the sensitive, flushed skin.

“Someone’s eager huh?” Childe plays with the slit on the tip of the cock, bringing his fingers to his lips to taste the beads of precum with a smile.

“Ajax” (Name) groans, throwing his head back at the filthy display “Don’t tease me please” He whimpers, heat creeping up from his neck.

“I said to be quiet, Котик” Childe warns, his hand moving from (Name)'s him to wrap around his thigh, gripping firmly “But I’ll forgive you this once, just because you’re so cute”

Childe wastes no time after speaking, giving his dick a few quick pumps before securing it in place with his hand, his tongue tracing a line up the shaft slowly. “You taste so good my love, just as always” He says as the other whimpers, a cold hand a cold hand intertwining in his red curls.

A heady whimper leaves (Name) as Childe wraps his lips around the tip, his tongue lapping at all the sensitive points he has memorised. His eyelids flutter closer as Childe takes him deeper and deeper, pressing his free hand to his mouth in an effort to muffle his moans of pleasure.

It’s difficult to concentrate on anything else as the lips and tongue of his lover work to bring him pleasure, the wet heat making it impossible to realise just how quick he’s nearing his peak. Tears start to spring to his eyes once Childe starts to use his throat, it constricting around the tip of his cock deliciously. He wants to sink more into it, but the unspoken threat of punishment and the hand pinning his lower body to the wall make it impossible.

Childe does know he’s near, as he is so attuned with the other's body that the grip on his hair getting tighter and the tensing of the other’s muscles is enough to make him aware. It doesn’t take much more to make him come, his back arching off the wall, a loud moan slipping off his lips. The pleasure is so thick in his brain that it feels like fire is burning through his veins, leaving nothing but trembling limbs in its wake. Childe sucks him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, until the pinpricks of overstimulation start to set in, making him cry out.

(Name)’s legs are shaking so much from the overwhelming sensations that the moment Childe separates from him, they give up and he slides to sit on the floor, Childe’s fatui coat pooling at his waist, woozy. Childe pulls him into a kiss, feeling the salty taste of himself on his lover's tongue, making blood move to his cock again in a painful rush.

“Open your mouth” Childe orders, one of his hands caressing his bottom lip. (Name) follows the command without complaint, opening his mouth and looking at the other through the haze in his mind. Childe observes him for a second and then spits into his mouth, his hand moving to (Name)’s jaw, pushing his mouth shut “Swallow” He continues with a smirk “Good boy”

The interaction has left him completely spent, so (Name) lets Childe tuck him back into his pants and start to carry him securely on his arms, nuzzling the juncture between his neck and his shoulder.

“Baby I just realised” Childe starts, and even though he can’t see his face, (Name) knows there’s a wide smile painted in the other man’s face “The coat dropped from your shoulders baby, I might have to punish you for it”

(Name) groans, looking forward to the night's activities.

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faeriichaii · 3 months

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There's just inches in between us ~ Thorin x Fem!Reader

A/N: Ok so I just am really obsessed with that one juicy part from the song shameless (I actually don't like the song I just literally listen to that one part on loop) and I immediately thought about Thorin so I guess that's his song now :p Also I literally never have written any kind of smut in my life before so this is totally new 😔😔 I really hope you guys like it!! And have fun 🥰

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: Smut with plot (MDNI), Unprotected sex, Fingering Kinda enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, kinda fluff?? ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 4.1k (oops lmao) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: No :) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Amrâlimé ~ My Love ࿐ྂ

Summary: You were the princess of another kingdom, meant to marry none other than the dwarven King Thorin from the lonely mountain. You rarely get the chance to talk to him and decide to visit him the night before the wedding, asking him to give you some attention.

The carriage, you were sitting in was rocking from side to side as you slowly approached your destination. Your hands holding tightly onto the dark green dress you were wearing. Gold details were stitched delicately on the upper half of the garment, making up swirls, as well as flowers. You tried to pretend to be listening to your father, who still was talking about your upcoming marriage. Arranged marriage. Your father set up an arranged marriage between your kingdom and Erebor. The thought of being wed to an unknown man made your stomach churn. “(Y/N) are you listening? This is very important for you to know and accept.” “My king, I apologize for my rudeness but I do not wish to hear anymore about this matter.” You were beyond upset and hurt about the decision your father, the king of Thuiniel, took without even your consent. It’s not like he needed consent. A warning would have been nice. Any kind of sign so you would have known that you will move away from home. So you would have known that you will no longer be a free woman and instead be the wife of another king. So you would have known that you will become a queen to an unknown kingdom.

Your fathers’ eyes mustered you sadly, understanding your attitude towards him. “(Y/N), I know you are hurt and I know you are mad at me, however you yourself know that it will be the best for the kingdom.” The kingdom. During the years, Thuiniel has seen and faced a major number of wars. Most of them went well for you, however nowadays the kingdom is in need of support from anyone they can get. Your two older sisters have been married for years to different parts of Middle-Earth, which resulted in an alliance between these three kingdoms. But even they can’t constantly send support towards Thuiniel. So your father decided to search for another alliance that can give him the resources he needs. And this resulted in you receiving the news just a week prior to the wedding.

A sigh left your lips as you looked out of the small window in the carriage. Trees were lining the path you were traveling on. Your gaze settled on the palace that was built deep into the mountain. “Do you know any important information about Erebor?” You asked your father, eyes still locked on your destination. Normally you would have looked into various books and scrolls in your library before travelling to another kingdom, but the news of your marriage shocked you so immensely, that you already despised everything that had anything to do with it. “Erebor is known for their massive mine, as well as the various jewels and gold they keep deep inside of the mountain.” A hum left your lips as you tried to remember the words you father continued to spill about your future kingdom.

A sudden jolt of the carriage made you realize that you just arrived at your destination. The wooden door opened as a hand was held inside. Your father stood up, took the hand and left you alone in the carriage. You took a deep breath before following your father out of the small compartment. Once outside, you looked around at the trees and the nature surrounding the palace, before focusing on your future home. Home. The thought left a bitter taste on your tongue. “King Thorin Oakenshield, it is very nice to make your acquaintance.” Your father said, before bowing down in front of a dwarf. “Let me introduce you to my lovely daughter, princess (Y/N). Your soon-to-be-wife.” Thorin looked at you before giving you a short nod. You bit your tongue, in order to not snap at his attitude towards you. Taking the material of your dress in your hand, you curtsied and whispered a soft ‘It is nice to make your acquaintance’ towards the king.

After the short introduction, you were shown around the castle as well as parts of the mine underground. The king however was not in attendance. Night approached quickly and you excused yourself after dinner to finally get some alone time in your chambers. On your way you stumbled upon the library of Erebor. Deciding to take a peek, you opened the door. Books and scrolls were lining the shelves of the room. A dwarf was in front of one of the shelves, his attention now on you instead of the book in his hands. “You must be our future queen. Welcome to the palace’s library.” He bowed down in front of you. “My name is Balin, how can I help you?” “Please just call me (Y/N). You smiled softly at the nice man. “I was wondering if you have any good books about Erebor? I should have informed myself about the kingdom before my arrival but I had… difficulties.” “Of course (Y/N). Let’s see…” He was walking around the room, taking the ladder attached to the shelf with him. “Ah this should be a good start.” His hands grabbed a thick leather-bound book that has the words ‘History of the lonely Mountain’ in gold etched into it. Taking it in your own hand you thanked him, before leaving and trying to find your chambers once more.

A yawn left your lips as you quietly ate your breakfast. You have read a little more than you would like to admit and totally forgot the time yesterday night. The history written down in the book completely captivating you. Your gaze fell from your father to the other few people who were chatting happily with each other, until your eyes stopped at the man who sat on your right. Your soon-to-be-husband. His hair was braided on each side of his face. You remember reading about some of the customs of dwarven culture and how important their hair (beard included) is to them. You take a sip of the tea that was specifically prepared for you, trying to stifle another yawn.

“Have you not slept enough?” Thorin asks from beside you his voice a slight hint of irritation. Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance at his question. “My apologies my king, I lost track of the time yesterday.” “What have you been reading?” Cutting into the eggs that were served in front of you, you took a big bite. “I have been reading about the History of Erebor. As a future Queen I would like to learn as much about my kingdom as I can.” “How come you did not study about the kingdom before your arrival?” Setting down your cutlery, you looked at him with annoyance. One of his eyebrows was raised as he waited for your answer. Was he mocking you? “I did not have enough time to remember all the details from Erebor. Especially because a certain someone wished for the marriage to happen as soon as possible.” Your father had told you that normally you would have a few months in advance to get to know your husband and roughly around a year for the marriage. However, Thorin apparently requested that the marriage happens as soon as possible, which resulted in the date being set in a month from now on. After hearing the news, you didn’t just simply dislike your husband but despised him. You still were mad at your father after he told you this new information yesterday, however your hate now mostly lay on Thorins shoulders.

The entire table was quiet as the air went heavy around the two of you. “The reason behind the date being set in a month is to ensure the safety of Thuiniel. Another war could be right around the corner and I would not wish to risk another empire be taken over by Orcs while I am getting married.” Anger flickered in his gaze. You continue eating your breakfast, not wanting to fuel the fire by arguing against the king. A sigh escaped your lips as you finally left the dinner room behind you, followed by your father. “(Y/N) we urgently need to talk.” He takes your arm and pulls you into his chambers. “Have you lost your mind?!” He angrily exclaims, flailing his arms around while walking up and down. “Father, I apologize but he just-“ “No! (Y/N) take a moment to think about your actions! Erebor was the best candidate for an alliance with our kingdom. This alliance can ensure the safety for several decades! You, arguing with the king, could result in him not being interested in the marriage anymore and Thuiniel falling into the hands of Orcs!” You bit down on your lip, as your head was lowered in shame. Your eyes focused on your shoes as you listened to your father’s rant.

He takes a deep breath, before walking towards you and taking your arms gently in his hands. “I know you are hurt and scared, but please please think about the wellbeing of Thuiniel.” A sigh left your lips. “I will father.” With that you left his chambers. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you searched the library, in order to take a good book with you and get your mind off of things. Upon entering the room, you could see Thorins back facing the door. Oh no. “Have you already found the scrolls Balin?” He asked, not looking up from the papers in his hands. You shifted from one foot to another as you decided if you should leave or stay. “I apologize my king, but I am not Balin. Listening to your voice, his eyes snapped up from the papers towards you. “How can I help you princess?” Biting down on your lip you thought a moment about what you should say in order to save the little chemistry you should have as the future royal couple. “I wanted to apologize for my behaviour earlier.” At that, Thorin lay his papers down, intently listening on what else you had to say. “I shouldn’t have reacted this way but neither did I expect a wedding announcement last week. I couldn’t prepare myself, neither did I get a proper chance on finding out who I am about to marry. It is a lot that suddenly falls on top of me and so many more things are piling up without a chance to properly think about anything to be honest.” You looked at the dwarf, who started to approach you. His gaze was locked on your eyes. His beautiful blue eyes. “One month will be enough time to get your head sorted through and get used to living in Erebor. We will get to know each other on the way there and you will learn how to be a queen.” He said, trying to reassure you. Gently, he takes your hand in his. Turning your palm upwards, he places something on top, before closing your fingers around it. “I also took the liberty of reading into your kingdom, Thuiniel, and the few customs you have. This is also the reason as to why I wanted the wedding to happen in a month. Your kingdom is in dire need of a strong alliance due to the wars that happened one after another and I can be of help. I never want to witness other kingdoms defeat due to an army of Orcs.” You blinked at the man in front of you, not exactly knowing how to respond to him. A smile stretched over your lips. “Thank you so much Thorin.” You left afterwards, heading towards your chambers. Opening your palm, you saw a small golden ring in your hand. Taking it between your fingers, you took a careful look of it. A green gem was present in the middle. Gold flowers were etched into each side of the gem, while a small diamond sat atop of the green one. The ring almost looked like a golden crown. Putting it on your ring finger you smiled softly. Maybe there was some hope.

The weeks passed in a storm and you got quite accustomed to living in Erebor. During your stay, you also got to know Thorins’ nephews Fili and Kili. Most of your time was spent with them, while they tell you all about how they got to win Erebor back with their uncle and several other dwarves. Balin also gave you some lessons on important things and events to know about Erebor as well as the dwarven culture. He emphasized on the fact that you have to offer Thorin a bead and braid a strand of his hair. “It will signify that he is a married dwarf and found his One.” He once said. One. It has been stuck in your mind for the past week. You wouldn’t call yourself his One. You haven’t even really gotten the chance to get to know him like he told you, so even if you were his One, you wouldn’t know. You did meet him more often than before however; the conversation was always kept to a minimum. The fact that he still is a mysterious man to you makes your heart twist painfully. You even knew Kilis and Filis entire live story by heart after just a week and can barely remember that he is also called Thorin Oakenshield? Unacceptable. And this is the sole reason as to why you are approaching his chambers after another uneventful day of you two only communicating for roughly ten minutes. Sitting on a chair by his desk, he raised an eyebrow at your intrusion.

“I thought I told you that if you needed anything, you can always ask Balin.” A sigh left your lips, as you made yourself comfortable on his bed. “Well Balin is not you now, is he?” Your arms were folded in front of you, gaze never leaving the king. “Listen Thorin, I have had enough. We barely talk with each other and I still only know your name. I don’t know anything about you and it annoys me. We are supposed to get married tomorrow and the only conversations we held was about sleep and our schedule of the day.” An exasperated sigh left his lips. “(Y/N) I really can’t deal with this or with you right now.” “Excuse me?” One of your eyebrows was raised as the words Thorin just muttered reverberate in your head. Anger slowly started to build up inside of you at his uncalled attitude.

“I think one month should have been enough time to get your head sorted through.” You spat at him. His eyes squint together, ready to say more but you cut him off. “You can’t constantly keep pushing me away. We have to share a lifetime together, if you want to or not. Just because you constantly find excuses to leave me behind and continue to do whatever else doesn’t mean-“ “Whatever else? I am trying to safe your kingdom! Your home!” “This is my home!” You yelled at him, face slightly tinted red. Even if you only have been in Erebor for roughly a month, you already accepted and loved it like it was your home. Which it was. “I love Thuiniel, but it is no longer my home. My father sent me here to marry you and get used to living in Erebor. Thuiniel is not as helpless as you make it out to be. My brother is the one in charge while my father is still here, waiting for the marriage to be fulfilled. My brother is capable of taking care of it and even if he needs help, we have other alliances and not just Erebor.” You take a breath to calm yourself down. “As a king you should not just take care of the kingdom but also of the people surrounding you. And for the time being I must admit, you are a bad king to me.” Thorin approaches you with a few quick strides. His hands lowered on each side of your thighs as he leaned into your personal space. “You dare to call me a bad king? Just because I don’t give you the attention you so desperately need?” His hot breath made your cheeks warm up. Eyes wide you stare into his blue ones, that shine with an unknown fire. You were about to say something, however the lump in your throat prevented you from muttering anything.

“You want attention princess? You shall get it.” His hand moved towards your face, pulling you towards his lips. Shocked at the sudden movement you gasped softly. Thorin took this as an invitation and deepened the kiss. You slowly started to relax into his arms, as you wrapped your hands around his neck. Your mind still was a jumbled mess, however your body was in dire need of his touch as well as his warmth.

Untangling your arms from his neck, you moved up the bed, towards the headboard. Thorin followed you, never once breaking the kiss. His warm hand travelling toward your neck, while his other hand grasped onto your thigh. He somehow managed to position himself between your legs. Breaking apart from the kiss, the both of you had to catch your breath, red cheeks and eyes glazed over with a burning passion. “How much of my attention do you want?” Thorin asked, voice slightly deeper than normal. “I wish to have all of it.” Your hand gently held the side of his face, thumb stroking his rosy cheek. Eyes flitting from his eyes to his lips, you leaned towards him, pulling him into another passionate kiss. Tongues were entangling into each other while your fingers played with the strands of his hair. He moved from your lips across your face, towards your neck. A gasp escaped your lips as you felt his teeth sink into the skin beneath your jaw, marking you. His big hands travelled from your waist to your dressed boobs. Moving his head from your neck, he looked at your dress. “Turn around Amrâlimé. So I can undo your dress.” He quickly moved aside, as you turned around and let him unravel the corset. His fingers brushed against your back as you wished they would continue to travel along your body. “Stand up.” He ordered and you willingly complied. The sleeves of the dress travelled down, as the bodice slowly also moved to the floor, until you were only left in your panties.

“My beautiful queen.” He stood up from the bed and pulled you in by your waist. Your hands desperately grasping onto his neck, as he sat down on the plush mattress, making you straddle him. You felt his hard cock rub against the inside of your thigh. A soft moan escaped your lips. You wanted him. You needed him. Thorins hands slowly moved towards your breasts. Taking your nipples between his fingers he rolled them around. You leaned into his touch as you held onto his shoulders for some stability. Pants left your lips as you decided to grind on his cock, desperate for any kind of friction. Thorin let out a grunt, focussing on your left nipple with his left hand, while his lips rapped around the right one. A moan leaving your lips as his tongue flicked over it. After a few seconds he switched sides. The fingers of his right hand left a ghostly trail behind as they moved towards your awaiting core. Pushing your panties aside, his fingers moved through your wet folds.

A chuckle left his lips. “You really love my attention, don’t you?” The only thing you could do was nod, as he drew soft circles on your clit, making you immediately stop your grinding on his clothed dick. “I need a verbal response my queen.” He stopped moving his fingers around, making you whine at the loss. “Yes. Please.” A smirk was present on his lips as he left gentle kisses on your jaw. “Please what?” He teased as he continued to rub small circles. “Thorin I want you. I want your attention please.” As soon as these words left your lips you were thrown on the bed. Your legs were parted as Thorin began to undress himself. You watched his fingers work to undo the buttons of his shirt before pulling it over his head. Sitting up you let your hands travel from his broad shoulders, over his hairy chest and down his abs until they arrived at the happy trail that led to his hard cock. You slowly undid the button on his pants, before pulling them down together with his underwear. His dick sprung free. He was thick and hard, some precum already leaking from his tip. You carefully wrapped your hand around him, making him sigh contentedly at your touch. He felt warm and heavy around your fingers. You couldn’t even close your hand properly at his thickness. Moving your hand up and down slowly you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

“My king, do you crave my attention as much as I crave yours?” You asked him, sweetly tilting your head to the side still holding onto him. “Yes. Yes I do Amrâlimé.” His hands grasped your shoulders, as he pushed you down on the matress. He spread your legs further apart, before taking off your panties and stepping between your legs. Goosebumps spread across your arms as your wet cunt was hit by the cold air. Thorins fingers immediately worked towards your core. You moaned as he let one of his fingers enter you. He pumped his digit inside you a few times before adding another finger. Your hands held onto his biceps as you felt his fingers curl up inside of you. His lips were on yours as he swallowed your desperate and high-pitched moans. The heat in your lower stomach made your toes curl as you slowly felt the familiar sensation approach. Suddenly it all was gone as Thorin pulled his fingers from you. You pouted at him sadly. “I want you to cum on my dick, not on my fingers.” He said, taking his dick in his hands and moving the tip between your folds. “Thorin.” You gasped as he made contact with your swollen clit. “Please.” You begged him. “What do you want my queen?”

His hands were holding you down by the waist, stopping you from moving around anymore. “I want you inside of me please. I want to feel you.” With that, Thorin lined the tip of his cock up with your entrance. Slowly he pushed inside. Your walls tightened around him making him groan out. A gasp escaped your lips at the slight burning sensation of the stretch inside you. He was big and you really felt it. Your hands held him close by his back, as he started to move inside you. Your spongey walls welcoming him in with every thrust he does. Your moans, mixed with his own grunts, echoed from the walls of his chambers. Each thrust made you feel closer to him and closer to heaven. His lips were on yours again, swallowing each sound you make. Warmth spread through your whole body as you felt the knot tighten in your lower regions. Thorin grabbed your thighs and bend them towards your shoulders. Loud moans escaped your lips at the new angle. His cock throbbing inside of you while your walls tightened around him. You knew you were close and so did he. Hence his finger moved toward your swollen clit. “Cum for me my queen. Cum on my dick.” You gasped at his words. The knot in your lower region came undone as you felt the bliss of your orgasm wash over you. Your nails still digging into Thorins back as he increased the speed of his thrusts until you felt his dick twitch before his warm cum filled you up.

After a few moments of still moving inside you he pulled out, making his cum drip out of your hole. He used his thumb to push his cum back into you. You moved your body properly on the bed, before hiding under the covers. Blush still visible. A chuckle left Thorins lips as he joined you under the covers. “This isn’t exactly what I meant earlier.” You mumbled, face still hidden partly by the blanket. He softly put a strand behind your ear, letting his hand stroke your cheek gently. “I promise you, we will have plenty of time to get to know each other. We will learn to love each other and I certainly will learn to give you the attention you need and deserve Amrâlimé.” He planted a soft kiss on your forehead. Maybe the both of you really have the potential to be the missing puzzle pieces for each other. The Ones you need.

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standardsbegone · 2 months

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“Don’t act innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago.”

Credit to @creativepromptsforwriting for the smutty prompt

(Never wrote a nsfw story before 🫣 but here you go, pretty much unedited so this is just thoughts)

His hands bringing me up off my knees, pinning me against the wall after you gave him the sloppiest head but fuck does he have a kink for that. After witnessing the way your drool dribbled down your lips, onto your tits. Forming a wet patch on your dress from the drool slowly trailing down the curve of your breasts down to the fabric, caused by how messy you had sucked him off. His salty taste still on your tongue. Hair messed up from the way his hand had shoved you down on his length. Fuck the sight was Pornhub worthy, your nose in his trimmed pubic hair, gagging around his above average cock, tongue kitten licking the underside of his dick. The way you looked at him through your lashes, his mind already deciding he was bending you over the nearest surface and fucking you raw. His soft grunts as your mouth worked sloppy wonders on his cock, balls tight and aching to cum, and why wouldn’t he, looking down as his princess sucked him, practically begging him to cum down her throat. So that’s what he did, grip tightening on your head, shoving your mouth down his length, enjoying your gagging noises as your throat clenched around his cock as he shoots his load down your throat. Soft tears rolling down your cheeks as you obediently swallowed everything he dumped down your throat. Gasping when his grip allowed you to remove his cock from your mouth and breathe allowing you to pull off to breathe. “Good girl” His voice purred, his hands moving you off your knees, backing you against the wall. Your mind still slightly dazed from the lack of air, mind catching back up after relaying the unholiest scene, your mind saving the moment. Eyes avoiding his as you tried cleaning yourself back up, trying to fix your hair that had started to knot from his grip. He watched the way you avoided his lustful stare, going all shy after sucking him off in the unholiest but hottest way possible. His deep voice near your ear sending shivers down your spine “Don’t act innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago.” His hot breath hitting the shell of your ear. You can see his eyes, the way his gaze is full of lust and need, his cock already hard again. Your cunt clenched around nothing, a pool of wetness between your thighs.

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writersblockiskillingme · 1 year

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Ethan sharing his girlfriend/SO with his bandmates because she brought up the idea of group sex once. He doesn't tell her until she gets there and he comes back from the kitchen and whispers it in her ear when Damiano is feeling her up. She gets a little scared and leans on Ethan the entire time and he's right there reassuring her and making sure they don't do anything to make her uncomfortable while he's also joining in.

Three Makes a Group | Damiano David & Ethan Torchio

Pairing: Damiano David x Måneskin!reader x Ethan Torchio

Summary: After bringing up the idea of group sex to your boyfriend Ethan, you have to deal with the consequences of your dirty mind.

Warning/s: smut, just pure smut, spanking, prising, cum talk, dirty talk, dom!Ethan, pussy drunk Damiano, sub!reader, choking, name calling, group sex, threesome, swearing

Author's note: so this is the first time that I'm writing smut. Like... for real. And not only that, it's also the first time that I'm writing something poly. So, I'm sorry if it's bad, I really tried. Anyways, enjoy you, nasty. 😏

You didn't exactly remember that you were talking about that topic with your handsome boyfriend Ethan until a gorgeous frontman showed up at your house, more precisely your kitchen, for a reason that was extremely different than usually.

It was about a week ago when Ethan and you were watching some shitty move that somehow had more sex scenes than an actual plot. You were both snuggled up next to each other under the blanket placed on your sofa as you ate popcorn. Suddenly, just as you thought that a girl and that dude in the movie were about to finally have a normal civil conversation, they started to do everything, but talk. Another girl's love interest showed up and all three of them started to go at it. While watching that scene, you suddenly remembered one of your dirty fantasies.

You don't exactly know what the hell came over you when you started to speak about it with Ethan. It started out as a curious question when you asked him if he ever had group sex before he met you and if he did what was it like. You also said it so innocently that poor Ethan almost choked on his popcorn. But, no. It turned out that he never had group sex, but he said that it would probably be a great experience, sure. After that you simply said "okay" and completely dropped the topic. You felt embarrassed for one reason or another and Ethan felt completely shocked. He simply couldn't believe that you would just ask him that, but then dropped the topic like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like you didn't just ask him what group sex would feel like. It felt like you were asking him where the remote was. Ethan liked that. He found it very amusing. After that little, innocent, conversation, he couldn't get the idea of group sex with you out of his mind.

A few days after that eventful conversation, he suddenly got an idea with who the two of you could do it with. Damiano David, your fellow band member. It was perfect. Damiano and you kind of knew each other the longest and you were like best friends, but he knew very well that Damiano and you found each other attractive. But then again, can he blame you, really? He couldn't. And so he didn't. Instead, he found this situation as a perfect plan to finally get it on with Damiano and you.

And so, this is how you ended up here. Standing in the middle of your kitchen, leaning back again your kitchen counter as you listened to your boyfriend and your fellow band member's plan. Group sex. With the two of them. You were actually very found of that idea, but you were still kind of nervous. After all, you have never done that before. Ethan and Damiano sensed your hesitation and quickly started to reassure you.

"Don't worry, dove." Damiano whispered as he came closer to you and softly started to cerise your soft cheek. "If you don't want to do it we don't have to. But if you want to do it, you don't have to worry. Ethan and I will take good care of you."

"So what do you say, amore?" Ethan got behind you as he slowly, softly started to plant kisses on your neck, Damiano slowly moving your hair off of your shoulder so Ethan could get more access to your neck. You couldn't help but to let out a little whimper. It felt so good, you started to slowly, but surely, relax against the passionate hold of your fellow band mates.

"So what do you say, little love?" Ethan whispered in your ear. "Do you fancy the idea of having the two of us?" You felt yourself shiver as you slowly nodded your head against him as he continued to give you endless kisses and now marks on your neck.

"Words, princess." Damiano softly growled under his breath as his hand found itself suddenly wrapped around your neck. "Yes. I want you, both."

"To what?" Damiano continued to tease you endlessly and it was truly tortures for you. For all of you. But Damiano was a tease, both Ethan and you should have known that for a fact.

"To fuck me." You moaned loudly just wanting for this to start already.

"Good answer." Ethan said as literally picked you up and carried you to Ethan's and your bedroom. Damiano slowly trailing behind you.

Once you got inside, Ethan gently threw you on the middle of the bed as Damiano shut the door behind him. In a matter of seconds, your clothes where nowhere to be found. Not like any of you actually cared about that. As you laid there completely naked, Ethan and Damiano showed you with compliments and endless kisses and sucking and bitting.

You were enjoying yourself so much, you didn't know it could be that good. Suddenly, it seemed like non of you three could take this torture anymore. Damiano got up and walked to the end of the bed. Ethan was drowning you in a passionate kiss as you suddenly felt Damiano grab your legs and you were quickly, quite needy, pulled toward him. Ethan never stopped his attack on you as your legs were dramatically pulled apart.

"Now I want to hear you scream our names, little dove." Damiano ordered you as he suddenly dived into your folds.

He started to quite literally make out with your little wet cunt. It was so passionate and so hot that you could help yourself, but to practically scream. Ethan suddenly started to attack your soft breasts. It felt to good. One of your hands found itself tangled in Ethan's hair and your other hand was gripping the bed sheets. You felt like you were about to explode. It started to get so much that you quickly felt your lower stomach tighten.

"Ethan! Damiano! Ahh-" You moaned their names loudly. It felt as if, after they heard you moan like that, they didn't slow down one bit. They spead up. You thought that it would be impossible for them to go faster than they're already going, but it turned out that you were clearly wrong. "I'm gonna-! Ah!"

"We know. Let go, amore." Ethan encouraged you and so you did just that. You released all over Damiano's tongue as you tried to catch your breath. Ethan continued to kiss your chest as Damiano started to continued to suck you dry.

You started to moan again as you tried to push away from Damiano because of overstimulation, but Ethan kept you in place buy placing both of his strong hands on your hips. He pinned you to the bed so you couldn't escape Damiano's vicious tongue. Just as you were about to cum again, Damiano quickly pulled away and Ethan stopped his attack on you. Damiano stood up with a slight slap on your tigh, prising you about how good you were for Ethan and him, as you continued to paint from exhaustion and disappointment from a lost orgasm. Slowly, Ethan got behind you. He pressed your back against his chest as Damiano brought the two of you to the edge of the bed.

"Now breath, little one." Ethan continued to whispered in your ear, his breath hot you felt lime you could cum again from just that. It felt so hot. It felt so much. "Damiano is gonna have your pretty little tight pussy because poor baby doesn't get you like this very often." He told you and you softly moaned at the thought of Damiano completely destroying your little cunt, giving it to you because you were their little slut. Made for their pleasures. "And I will have this amazing ass. I will enter you right here, right now. From behind while our friend fucks you." Ethan told you and you felt a sharp slap on your rounded ass. You moaned from an impact as you felt him slowly shushing you as he gently rubbed the sore spot of your ass.

"Now relax, baby." Ethan said as he slowly started to trail his hand towards your neck. He wrapped your hand around your neck and you felt him tighten his hold on it as he said his next words.

"Damiano is going to completely destroy your pussy and I'm going to completely destroy your gorgeous ass. Were going to ruin you for everyone, but ourselves. And remember this, little dove." Ethan loudly commanded as he watched Damiano slowly line up to your entrance waiting for Ethan to give him a green light. "We won't stop until you are completely dripping with our cum and begging us to stop filling you up. We may not even stop then." Ethan whispered hotly in your ear as he pressed his thumb against your lips. You immediately started to suck on his thumb wishing it was his cock and Damiano moaned at the sight.

"Fucking slut." He chuckled as he pinched your left nipple watching you as you moaned some more.

"Now prepare yourself. This may hurt a little." And boy it did. The two of them were so big that your poor little pussy and ass barely took both of them inside. Damiano started to literally moan as he entered you.

"I can't believe that your so fucking tight." He cried a bit, completely at your mercy. He was so drunk off of the feeling of your pussy squeezing him, milking him dry. "I'm gonna fucking destroy you, princess, you won't be able to walk for days." He promised you as he started to slowly rub your clit to help you get used to the feeling of them.

Ethan was not so much different. You were practically melting against his hold. He kept his grip on your neck as he entered you. He started to breathe heavily as he felt like he could cum just from your tight ass struggling to keep him inside. He brought his hand down very fast and he felt you yelp from the impact before he started to rub your sore ass and kiss your exposed back. You felt like you were in the middle of life and death. It was just so good that you didn't want the pain to stop. Ever. Hot tears were streaming down your cheeks as Ethan kissed them away. Damiano and him barely kept it together, but they would never even dream of making you feel even slightest bit uncomfortable so they stood frozen on their spot. After a while you ordered them to move. You couldn't take it anymore.

They both started to rock their hips, slowly picking up the pace. You were moaning so loudly. Ethan's hand around your neck, the other one was placed around your ribs fucking into you at inhuman speed. Damiano's head was thrown back as one of his hands was holding your legs open as wide as they could go and his other hand was gripping at your hip. Ethan and Damiano could practically feel that they were touching each other inside of you. It was tortures for all three of you.

"Ugh! Damiano! Ethan!" You were moaning uncontrollably as you felt like the coil inside of you was about to snap. "I'm gonna-!" You didn't even get to finish you sentence as you came so hard on them both. They picked up their paice. You were moaning from overstimulation as they both came inside of you. After a while they both pulled out of you, watching your pussy tighten around nothing as both of your holes were leaking with their cum. They started to finger you softly as Damiano kept shushing you. You were moaning softly, exhausted and overstimulated. They both fucked their cum back inside of you. After they were satisfied with their job, both of them collapsed on the bed on each side of you. They covered you in kisses as you tried to catch your breath.

"Rest, amore. Were not done with you yet."

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remystryingtowrite · 4 months

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Quick little blurb on Ghost from Cod cause I <3 him.

Warnings: It's pretty vanilla, your basically just banging a pillow cause you miss Simon. Sort of a scent kink I guess?

Imagine he's on leave and your left alone in your small shared apartment. The house is completely empty besides the squeaking of bed springs as you desperately rut your hard, pulsing cock into a pillow. One hand having a death grip on the headboard of the bed, the other hand pushing one of Simon's old shirts into your face. It still smelt like him. Mahogany, bourbon, vanilla, and musk. It had your cock twitching with every thrust of your hips as you take deep, desperate inhales of his scent. Whimper after whimper escapes your mouth as you try frantically to last just a touch longer. But his scent overwhelms you and you find yourself spurting white, hot cum against the pillow. A loud drawn out moan coming from you as you collapse against the headboard, panting but not yet sated as you still feel a unquenchable ache in your body. Your cock was soft, but your brain still played fantasy after fantasy as your nose stays buried in his shirt. Your hips beginning to slowly thrust against the pillow again as you pant.

#cod x male reader #kinda?#simon riley #first time writing smut #gotta start somewhere #simon riley x reader #ghost x male reader #cod smut

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yupyor · 11 months

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† Glory Hole †

Summary • Things have always been heated between you and Billy, giving each other lewd glances and sensual lip-bites every time you walked past each other in the hallway. It's no wonder you ended up on your knees doing one of the most scandalous things one could do in the school's bathroom.

Y'all i tried being kinky😭😭😭 When i tell you this shit had me cringing!!!!

It took like 12 days(?) just for me to finish this LOL. This is my first time writing smut ever so i don't expect it to be good. kinda just wanted to post something and i was in the mood—👀—when i thought about this so. Haven't really proof-read it cuz if i do, then there would be no chance for this getting uploaded.

Warning : Smut? I tried to get real detailed with it but i honestly think i flopped so..... Bad smut ig?

It was unbearably hot in the room, the humidity of the air only intensifying the heady fumes left from the cleaning products the Janitor used in his dire chase for impeccability.

Billy was standing there before you, nothing but the thinness of the stall's wall separating you both and preventing you from staring into those seductive eyes of his. If it wasn't for the minor breach in the wall in front of you, you would have been completely oblivious to the beast of a meat sprouting before you.

You kneel on the ground, getting eye-level with the miniature hole serving as a direct entrance to the stall Billy was in, and breathed out.

The groan that resonated from him was so invigorating you couldn't help but train your eyes on the cause for it, the tint at the front-most region of his pants straining his tiny zipper, looking as if it were to buckle if the growing brute restrained by it were to expand anymore.

It twitched, movement eager, as if sensing your growing need to please it.

"Go on." Billy encouraged, his eyes fixating on the area he believed you to be, hands plastered up against the wall.

He couldn't see you, no, but his imagination and sense of touch had more than made up for that—your mere breath leaving him on edge. "Suck it."

And you do, the rawness of his voice sending goosebumps up the whole of your body, needy. It was magical, almost. The way those two words gave you a will to give in and serve him entirely.

You start off slow, lips parting as to increase the flexibility and cover-range of your tongue, and did one long, dirty, memorable stroke, the spit on your tongue soaking the once dry surface of his pants.

He moans, thrusting his hips forward at your contact, trying to make more use of your tongue.

You liked it.

That desperate need for pleasure he had.

It made him a different person. More submissive, even. The way his body would endlessly reaffirm your skill by trembling and twitching when you did something right.

Slow, deep breaths left him, his voice naught but low as he groans out your name, voice breaking.

Your tongue was a work of art that was slowly getting him to his wit's end, antagonizing him.

You take a step back, pupils dilating as you slowly inspect your doing. The crotch area of his pants was wet, entirely soaked through. You could more accurately make out the shape of his dick now—nothing but the word thick coming to mind as a fitting enough description for it.

That girth of his... It made you queasy—imagining what it would feel like to have something that looked nothing short of ethereal like that in you.

You cup it, touch delicate, and the first thing that came out of you was "Heavy," the mere weight of it sending a series of chills down your curved spine. You were enthralled.

Though that didn't last for long.

A deep, smug laugh reverberated against the thin walls, breaking you out of your trance and reinstating you, the volume of it close to mute. "Big, huh?"

You blush, unable to look away as Billy slowly unzips his fly, taking off the last of his clothing and revealing the bulging, quivering mass of flesh. "Imagine it six feet down your throat," he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

The tip was red, the sprouting veins trailing from the base of his rod swollen.

His slit was leaking.

"Deep-throat it for me, baby, yeah?"

You swallow the lump in your throat, taking it in your palms as your pulse gradually slowed, eagerly getting up close and personal to fulfill that rumbling, seething need within you to just merge with it.

It was hard...

And warm...

And...and...There was no way you could deep-throat that.

You struggle to take a breath in, your words coming out slurred as you peel his skin back, the steadiness of your action making the rhythm of his breathing inconsistent. "….Yea."

He was uncut, the glistening layers of his foreskin a sight to see against the dirty blonde backdrop of his pubic hair. You swear you could permanently marvel at the way pre-cum kept oozing out of it.

Billy jerks his hips forward, the force of it tearing you out of your trance and reminding you of the task at hand. To please him.

Your strokes were slow, no doubt due to you still being dazed by your previous enthrallment.

He was rutting his hips against your pace—the motion causing a series of squelches to rebound the titled walls around you. If it wasn't for your mind completely prioritizing attending to the needs of the hunk before you, you would have long cringed at how loud the noises you were making were.

It made what you were doing riskier, especially taking into account that the doors were unlocked. If fate was as cruel as people thought it was, someone would've walked past the bathroom any minute now and immediately recognize what the two of you were doing purely from the sounds emitting from it.

You reach for the underside of his jewels, your approach delicate—as if you were smothering the most fragile thing in the world, and gently massaged them. He groans, his body shuddering at your touch.

You wish you could see his face. See the way his ragged breaths left him breathless. The way his pupils would dilate more and more the further in pleasure he fell—his eyebrows rising and falling in a mesmerizing dance, reflecting the pure, overwhelming ecstasy he was experiencing. The thought only encourages you, prompting you to take your attention away from his shaft and redirect it towards his glans, the action causing him to leak far more profusely.

The low, droning moans that leave him have you completely blanking, lost in the moment… Till he pulls back. You know why before he even hints at it, though. He was close, the eager throbs and bulging of his cock a dead giveaway.

"I'm close." He heaves out.

From where you're kneeling, you can see him resting his head against the wall, his sweat-soaked figure accompanied by his flustered breaths likely the reason for his chest's labored pace.

Billy looks at you, the deep blue eyes of his locking you in place. There was something in his stare that had you transfixed. Something primal, almost. Something… something dominating—you couldn't help but feel pinned down.

He wanted to claim you.

No.

Make a mess of you. Scent you.

He needed to. And if the strain near your crotch was of any indication, you wanted him to.

He once again approaches the hole in the wall, big, calloused hands guiding the thickness of his cock towards your mouth, his intentions more than clear. Suck it.

And you do. His scent was otherworldly. Hypnotic. The way it enchanted you to ditch all rationality. It was like falling in and out of consciousness, everything but his pulsing prick a blur restricted to the back of your head.

You open your mouth, your hold on it weak. It was thick. Too thick—and as you guided it in the direction of your throat, you could only hope it wouldn't scrape against your teeth. The action earns you another deep moan from him, slowly growing into that of a growl at the paced progression of your speed.

It started with soft pops here and there, a result of you going all the way to his base before pulling back, morphing into fast, wet slurps sounding the walls.

Billy was breathing fast, his head leaning against the right side of his upper-arm propped up against the bathroom stall, light-headed.

He was close.

You take your hands off of him, going as far down as you can with your gag reflex before taking a deep breath. His odor was far more eminent now. So intoxicating that you couldn't help but stay a few minutes there to just breathe him in.

Unfortunately for you,—or fortunately—that doesn't last long.

Billy pulls halfway out, not even giving you a second to react before he's thrusting back into you with newfound vigor and determination. Albeit still safe, his new pace is now haphazard and daring, igniting a spark of pleasure that neither of you had expected. It goes without saying that within a few minutes you're reduced to a slobbering mess of spit and tears.

He was thrusting deep into you, seemingly hellbent on proving your previous thought wrong.

"You like that?" He bemoaned. "Choking on my thick cock."

"Yea" Your response comes out muffled, and If it wasn't for the sly smirk that took Billy lips, you would have thought he didn't hear you.

"Fuck!" He groans, his body tensing as his throbs pick up to be something far more eager.

He pulls out of you, taking a step back before leaning his head against the stall's wall, his dick out and bulging in-front of you.

"Gonna fill you up with daddies cum."

You stick your tongue out, soft, needy moans erupting from the depths of your throat as you watch him jerk off, the overwhelming scent of his coupled with the erotic display before you sending your overstimulated mind into overdrive.

"You want that, huh."

"Yea."

"My hot, juicy cum inside you."

"Yes please."

He's gonna cum.

Long, thick strokes shoot out from the tip of his slit, the richness white texture of it a sight to see against the pinkness of your tongue.

Billy moans, a chorus of swear leaving his mouth as he goes thru his high, a series of shivers surging throughout his body. "...Fuck..."

His breath was less ragged now, opting for long, deep breaths as he marveled at the mess before him. He reaches his right hand out, caressing the side of your cheek and spreading the dense liquid around before removing his hand and placing it on you lip. "...Swallow"

And you do, his eyes glinting at your show of obedience.

He liked them submissive.

#x male reader #male reader #male reader smut #billy hargrove x male reader #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #smut #first time writing smut #hahaha #I cringed so much writing this 😑#rlly hope this isn't as bad as it sounds to me #the amount of references i had to watch 😳#fics

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a-court-of-smut-and-wingspan · 6 months

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Another short snippet from the Dark Azriel smut I’ve been working on…

Warning: Light Knife play, CNC, mentions of kidnapping.

“You’re so wet for me already, baby.” he smirks up at you before flipping the blade around and running the handle up and down your inner thigh. When you shiver he lets out a small laugh. “It’s almost like you want this, baby. Does my knife turn you on?”

Your breath hitches as you begin to shake your head back and forth. “No, please. I’m scared.”

“Your mouth says one thing,” he drags the handle down your wet center causing you to gasp, “but your cunt says something entirely different. Perhaps you’re a bigger whore than I had originally thought. It’s ok though, be a good girl for me and I won’t tell your mate a thing.”

Without further warning he pushed the handle into you. The intrusion caused you to whimper and to your surprise he took a moment to let you adjust before he began to thrust it in and out. You try to hold back your moans, but it’s not long before you find yourself crying out in pleasure as he continues to work you.

“My good girl,” he coos, “You take my knife so well. Are you going to take my cock this well?”

“Mmm, please,” you’re breathless as he picks up the pace.

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.”

“I need you,”

Abruptly, he pulls the handle out of you and you watch transfixed on his mouth as he licks it. “Gods, baby. You taste absolutely divine. I might just have to keep you for myself. I’ll take you to my rooms in the Hewn City and hide you away where no one will find you.”

#kinda kinktober?#I promise I’m actually writing this.#first time writing smut #is it actually any good?#dark!azriel #azriel x you #azriel smut

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flumphulous · 2 years

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2:07 am brainrot…

IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO SEE NSFW CONTENT BLOCK/BLACKLIST THE TAG #smut ♥ or #abyssal sinners

for any1 who misunderstood all the characters I write are aged up :P

subby… kuroo… GAH I SWEAR THIS MAN HAS ME ACTING UP- i don’t see enough of this rooster as a sub so ima write this for my fellow simps 💅

cw: bondage (eh? kinda), sadistic reader, dom!gn!reader, subby!kuroo, brat!kuroo, Kenma is tired of their shiz, reader has a cock but you can imagine it as a strap ig 🤷 (oh also nipple play and some ass slaps (only twice I swear)

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The tall and usually cocky man was now underneath you, writhing in your grip. His hips were held down by one of your hands and the other holding his hands above his head.

Despite all his previous attempts at switching things around, he was definitely stuck now, but the truth is he’s been waiting all day for this. He would tease you in class and at lunch he pinned you down when you two ate on the roof. He gave multiple complaints and denied all kisses to you, and you were at your breaking point, he was surely going to regret it.

“What’s wrong Chibi-chan~ You seem angry at me, what did I do this time?” The boy under you teased as you gave an icy stare. Of course he would act dumb.

“I don’t know, Kuroo, I wonder how you get here; squirming under me pathetically.” You looked at him as your eyes trailed his jawline with kisses, and then eventually to his neck, so open to a sudden attack of nibbles.

“Well you better do something about it or else I wi- aH!” The boy yelped as you bit and left marks on his neck, licking the now sensitive skin.

“Oh i’m doing something about it, but I highly doubt you’d be able to do anything at all in the first place.” You cooed in his ear, hot breath hitting it which sends shivers down his spine. There was no doubt you were getting to him, but he was a try-hard brat and he won’t go down without riling you up til you crack.

”Oh yeah? Then what about your cock, you gonna do something about it, seems pretty ha- AaH-!” You cut his bratty remarks off with a knee pressing against his hard cock. He bit his lip in order to suppress a moan, which seemed to piss you off more as there was barely anyone inside the dorms.

“Don’t hold back now, Tetsu, you were so needy and confident earlier… Unless you can’t take it, or you can’t take me?” He whined at your words, the pressure on his cock made him harder and you could feel it, you wanted to break this man until he couldn’t walk anymore.

“Ah! agh- just f-fuck me already, then!” He pleaded as you removed your knee from it’s position, instead going to unzip and pull out your dick. Kuroo practically drooled at the sight, aching for you to remove his own pants, and so you did, also noticing he already prepped himself.

“You’ve been wanting this hmm…” You start you sentence while putting two fingers into his hole. “Already able to take two, almost 3 fingers in, Tetsu.” He whined, clenching around your fingers, impatiently yet silently begging for you to fill him. With a curl of your fingers, you slightly brushed his prostate which took out a whine from the obviously blushing boy. You tsk’d and removed your fingers, placing your hand on your cock to prepare yourself. You spread his cheeks and legs, slowly putting in the tip which causes a chocked moan from the boy underneath you.

He obviously prepped himself beforehand, already predicting you’d to this resort for a ‘punishment’ but little did he know…

“Hmm, Tetsu… you seem to be looking forward to this too much and i’ve barely even touched you.” You glided your hand above his chest and further down to meet his cock that was already hard. Gracing his tip for a mere millisecond, you pulled back and gave him a slightly amused smirk.

“H-hey! What do you think your doing hmm~ given up already~?”

“I appreciate you trying this hard but I have patience, so i’ll wait until you give up… Kuroo~“ With the call of his name right next to his ear, he tensed up and tried to shuffle away, but to his surprise he found himself held down by you more harshly. Nails slightly digging into his wrists, whines and whimpers slip past his lips and you feel the urge to ruin him grow. His breath is unsteady as his cock rubs against your abdomen, bringing out staggered and uneven breaths. You look from his eyes then to his neck again, leaving more marks that would be clearly visible to anyone.

“W-wait just- Ah-“ Kuroo stuttered through his almost incoherent words, stomach twisting at your constant teasing. It seemed as if his cocky facade had truly faded away, yet he still tried to rut into you, pathetically whimpering about how he could still turn things around.

“Uh-uh, Kuroo~ Just give it up, yeah? Maybe then i’ll let you cum with me inside you, how does that sound?” You practically sounded like a predator hunting, more like tempting, it’s prey. And as Kuroo began to open his mouth to curse at you, his words were replaced with groans loud enough for others to hear. You tugged at his nipples, the buds turning red from the sudden stimulation of your hands. He wasn’t gonna lie, it turned him on, but he felt all his dignity crawling away just for the sake of feeling more of you. He thought he kept the teasing down enough for you to just fuck him, but was he that obvious?

“Ngh- Chibi-chan- just from your touching i’m gonna-“ His words were cut off by a breathy, chocked moan. You had stopped teasing his now red nipples to slap his ass.

“You riled me up all day and acted so high and mighty, I wonder what happened to that act hmm~?” You teased him with the question, slapping his ass again as you licked your lips. His mouth gaped open from the impact, and this gave you an opportunity to smash your lips into his. He groaned against the kiss, now-free hands roaming your body and tugging on your hair. He loved it but he wanted more, he practically craved for more, fuck his pride and everything else.

”M/n please…” He spread his legs enough for you to see his hole, basically drooling as you got the message and aligned your cock to its entrance, not wasting a second to slowly go inside. He whimpered at the slow pace you were taking, needing more.

“Just f-fuck my ass already… Do it faster p-please!” Fuck it. He couldn’t take an ounce of your teasing anymore, and your patience had run out.

You shoved the rest of your cock inside his pretty hole, gaining a loud moan from the boy. His eyes went wide and filled with lust as you start to pick up a steady pace, thrusting into him just like he wanted. You eventually held his legs towards his chest, causing an embarrassed yet flushed reaction from Kuroo as you seemed to go impossibly deeper. Moans start to gain volume, and a specifically high pitched moan told you that you found the right spot. And so you targeted that spot, over, and over again.

”AH!! M/n I- I’m gonna cum! p-please let me-“ He whined and writhed underneath you, the pressure in his stomach growing along with the speed of your thrusts. The increased volume of his moans told you he was about to cum, and so you grabbed his cock and started stroking. You want along with your current fast pace, Kuroo barely able to hold in the tears forming at his eyes from the pleasure.

“Go ahead, Tetsu, cum for me like a good boy will you?” At that, he did exactly as you said, cumming all over the sheets, legs shaking from the intense orgasm that hit him. He looked at you with lustful eyes, searching for a sign of praise again.

You grinned. “Good boy~ but i’m not done with you yet…”

The E-

“Can you two keep it down? I’m trying to play Apex… and I don’t want to bleach my ears again-“

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lwprodz24 · 1 year

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Old Enemy, New Possession

Backstory: You had gotten sexually involved with Rafael shortly after he had lost his girlfriend but ended things just before his first full moon. Landon was a kind and gentle soul, except when it came to you. As friendly as he was, his mood would always change around you, he despised you. This was solely because he knew that you didn’t truly care for Rafael, you just wanted him for sex and to feel less lonely. In fact, it was Landon who forced you to end things with his brother before Rafael simply decided to end things with you himself. You and Landon continue to loathe each other despite not having spoken to or seen each other since.

Summary: You were killed and you end up in limbo where you immediately run into the new ferryman, Landon Kirby. (takes place a year after 4x20)

Pairing: Landon Kirby x Female!Vampire Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 5k+

Triggers: degrading, marking/biting, over-stimulation

Y/N’s eyes flutter open and you sit up, groggy and disoriented as you gaze around at your new surroundings.

‘Everything is dark and has a blue-ish hue to it.’ This is the first thought that crosses your mind as you get to your feet.

You walk through the woods until you end up in the small town that is Mystic Falls, still confused by your surroundings and unsure of what happened that put you here.

“Y/N?” You freeze at the sound of the voice, recognizing it immediately as someone from your past, yet you still turn around to see where it came from.

“Landon?” You’re still puzzled by everything but now, you’re getting nervous at the sight of Landon Kirby.

“Where am I? What’s going on?” You decide to speak up on your confusion now that you have come in contact with another person.

“You’re in limbo. If you’re here, that means you’ve died.” Landon tells you where you are before revealing that if you’re in limbo, it means you’re now dead.

His words hit like a train as you remember what had happened before you woke up in this place.

You run your hands through your long, wavy hair as you process the fact you’ve died, and have reunited with Landon as result.

“I’m going to be honest, I thought you’d be one of the first people I saw here but better late than never.” Landon’s voice is as bitter as it always was with you but now it sounds colder than you remember, which has you stare at him in confusion.

“What happened to you, Landon?” You speak in a soft, genuine tone while asking what happened to him, clearly concerned, but he just smirks at you in response.

“You’re going to need a drink if you want to hear what I’ve been up to these past two years, Y/N. Come on, I’ll take you to my bar.” Landon simply tells you that you’ll need a drink in order to hear his story then motions for you to follow him as he claims that he’ll take you to his bar.

You’re still confused and are unsure if this is the Landon Kirby that you remember but you follow him anyway, wanting to know what he’s been up to.

He takes you to the bar under the clock-tower and motions for you to take a seat as he walks behind the bar.

“What do you drink?” Landon asks you what you drink as he places a glass in front of you then one in front of himself.

“Whiskey.” you give him an answer and he grabs a bottle of whiskey, opens it, then pours it in the two glasses.

“So, when did you drink? And become a bartender?” You look around the bar as you wonder when Landon started drinking as well as when he became a bartender but he just chuckles.

“That part of my life comes closer to the end of the story.” Landon’s response infuriates you for some reason but you take a deep breath to calm down before taking a sip of the drink that he had poured for you.

So, Landon starts at the beginning, telling you everything about Rafael, Hope, the Salvatore School, and all the things that led up to his death and being in limbo.

You stare at him in shock, completely overwhelmed by everything that he’s just shared and you struggle to process it all, but the biggest pill for you to swallow is that Landon is now soulless.

Downing your drink in one gulp, you help yourself to another glass and down that one as well in order to help you process all of the information you just got.

“I told you that you were going to need a drink.” Landon gives you an ‘I told you so’ with a smug tone in his voice, which sparks your anger but you hide it.

“So, you’re the ferryman and run limbo while being soulless?” You’ve seemed to have processed most of what he told you but you still can’t seem to wrap your head around this, mainly his lack of soul, which he seems to notice.

“Well, I’m not soulless, I just lack some of my empathy. For now, anyway.” Landon corrects you, saying that he simply lacks some of his empathy before adding an implication that all of his empathy will fade and he’ll actually be soulless eventually.

“But what about you, Y/N? What have you been up to these past two years?” Landon changes the subject to you, wanting to know what you’ve been up to, but you look away from him evasively.

“Have you been spending the past two years of your life shacking up with every grieving man that might want you?” Landon has faux-sympathy in his voice, making it clear to you that he’s still holding onto what you did and assumes you’ve spent your life doing the same to other people.

However, his tone of voice has you crossing your legs as you sit on the bar stool, feeling a certain appeal to him talking to you this way.

“No, I haven’t. Shortly after we broke contact, I got involved in the wrong crowd and I got killed but I didn’t die. At least, not permanently. After I woke up, I was told that I was in transition to being a vampire and I was forced to feed. I had been adapting to vampirism ever since until I died again.” you share your story with Landon, revealing that you’re now a vampire, after admitting that you haven’t done to anyone else what you did to his brother.

Landon stares at you for a long moment and you stare back, trying to figure out what emotions are currently in his eyes but the only emotion you see is embarrassment before you start staring into his eyes.

You have never realized how pretty his eyes were yet then again, you were too involved with Rafael to even pay attention to Landon.

You see his eyes scan down to your hands, which are promptly on your glass, and you suspect that you’ve made him uncomfortable.

“I don’t see any jewelry on you. I assume that means you were never given a daylight ring.” Landon takes note of the lack of jewelry you have then makes the assumption that you weren’t given a daylight amulet.

“No, I was given a daylight bracelet. It was removed before I was killed.” you reveal that you did have a daylight amulet but it was taken off before you were killed and he hums lowly in response.

You feel your legs pressing themselves closer together, despite being cross-legged, due to his low hum and you have to bite your tongue to hold back a whimper.

‘What the hell is he doing to me?’ you ask yourself a question that you don’t even have the answer to, but all you know is that you want to hear more of his voice.

“Well, if you’re the ferryman then surely you can send me on my way to peace.” Your words have Landon glaring at you in return, making you as nervous as you were when you first reunited with him.

“You’re right, Y/N, I am the ferryman. Although I’m confused on what made you believe that I was going to be sending you to peace.” Landon confirms that he is the ferryman yet expresses his confusion on when he gave the impression he’d send you to peace.

His expression is dark and his tone low but slightly aggressive, which has you subtly squirm in your seat as you bite your tongue again.

It becomes clear to you that Landon has officially detected your discomfort towards him, so he puts on a lighter expression with a fake smile.

“You know what, how about I show you where I’m staying. You’ll stay with me.” Landon suggests that he shows you where he’s living and makes it direct that you’ll stay there with him.

Against your better judgment, you stand to your feet and follow him out of the bar, letting him take you to his place.

“Now, I was staying at the school but I decided to get an apartment for fun.” Landon explains that was formerly staying at the boarding school but chose to get an apartment simply for the hell of it as the two of you walk inside.

“It’s a nice place.” You compliment the apartment as he closes the door behind him, still very uncomfortable by the fact that Landon doesn’t seem to have any intentions of letting you go to peace.

You turn around to face him, only to see that he’s started walking closer to you, and you can’t help but get nervous, especially when you can see nothing but anger in his eyes.

“Um, why aren’t you going to send me to peace?” Despite your nervousness and his anger, you start backing up as you choose to ask him why he won’t send you to peace.

He raises his eyebrows as an incredulous look crosses his face, seeming surprised by your question.

“You did not just ask me that.” Landon emphasizes ‘not’ as he voices his disbelief of your words.

He grabs you by the waist in order to spin you around and walks you backwards until you’re pressed up against the wall.

“As the ferryman, I say who does and who doesn’t go to peace. So, what makes you think that I will send you to peace after what you did?” Landon’s face goes dark, as does his tone, while reaffirming that he’s the ferryman and because of it, he decides who stays and who goes before wondering why you think you’d go to peace, bringing up what you did again.

You press your legs together yet again, feeling a throbbing sensation course through your body this time, as he gently places hand around your throat.

Your breathing hitches as you try not to show what he’s doing to you but it doesn’t take long before he distinguishes that what he thought was discomfort is actually attraction.

“Hmm, it looks like you’re enjoying my lack of intentions in letting you leave.” Landon hums lowly again before being vocal about how your body language has caught his attention.

You look away evasively once again as you try to get out of his grasp but he removes the arm around your waist and begins slowly pressing his body against yours, making you squirm more.

“How would you feel if I did this?” Landon moves his free hand down to pull your legs apart, so they’re no longer pressed together, and quickly places his thigh in between them to make sure you can’t press them back together.

A whimper tears its way through your lips at the feeling of his jeans in between your bare legs and hovering close to your underwear.

Landon gives another low hum in response to your whimper, causing you to do it again.

He removes his hand from around your throat and gently places it in your hair before harshly tugging it back so you can look up at him.

“You’re still a dirty little whore, aren’t you Y/N?” Landon smirks, realizing that you haven’t changed a bit as you moan and bite your lip at the degradation in his question.

Removing his hand from your hair, he uses his body to pin you back to the wall then presses his thigh further between your legs, causing you to gasp at the feeling and discern just how much you want him right now.

“I think I can work with that. You see, the only thing I feel when I look at you is anger and hatred so I’m going to use this time to take my frustrations out on you, is that something you’ll be okay with?” Landon believes he can work with your needy behavior before he reveals that he only feels anger with you then leans closer to your face, whispering, as he confesses to wanting to remove his frustration on you, and proceeding to purr in your ear to ask if you’ll be okay with what he wants to do to you.

You shudder at his words, attempting to press your legs together only to get blocked by his thigh, which has you whimper once more.

“I, uh… mm.” you try talking to him so you can give an answer, but he makes you moan again by applying more pressure between your legs, implying he isn’t currently taking no for an answer.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Y/N?” Landon doesn’t hold back when he asks you this very straightforward question, causing you to stare at him for a long moment.

‘Holy shit, did he just say that? That word sounds so hot leaving his mouth. I want him to say that word again.’ These were just some of the thoughts that crossed your mind after he asked you this but a definitive answer of yes or no weren’t in any of them.

Unfortunately, the part of your mind that cares about your physical needs answers first by nodding desperately before you could actually give him one, not that it matters as you quickly register that your answer was going to be yes anyway.

He smiles at you, tucking some of your hair behind your ear, before he places his forehead against yours and dropping the smile.

“I don’t believe you. If you want it, you’re going to have to show me.” Landon’s breath feels hot against your mouth as he admits that he doesn’t believe you want him and that he wants you to show him.

You breathe in deeply, getting a taste of his breath in the process, which smells of various alcohols but mostly whiskey and a hint of strawberry.

“How?” this is the only thing that leaves your lips, as it is the most important question because he won’t fuck you until you show him that you want him to.

“Move against my thigh. I want to see how desperate you get.” Landon tells you what he wants you to do then slightly lessens the pressure that he placed on your underwear to allow you to move as he admits to wanting to see your desperation.

You keep your eyes locked on his lips as you start to grind down on his thigh, increasing your pace by the second.

Feeling him reapply the pressure he had lessened, you whine while continuing to grind on his thigh and keeping your eyes on his mouth.

You clench your legs together as you grind in an attempt to get more friction, and also try to ignore how wet you are from doing this.

Landon places a hand on your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb, causing you to clutch onto his jacket sleeve as you start to feel a throbbing sensation course through your body again.

Your grip on his jacket sleeve gets tighter as do your legs, along with the inside of your body, and you comprehend that you’re close to the edge with just this but something holds you back.

Landon stares at you in amusement, seeming to know that you’re close, then places his lips on yours as he applies more pressure with his thigh and with that, you lose it.

You moan in his mouth, still tightly gripping his sleeve, as you start losing balance but he keeps you pinned to the wall so you won’t collapse to the ground.

The kiss breaks and you have to catch your breath, feeling that your underwear is now soaked but to your surprise, even after you already came, Landon continues to rub his thigh up against you.

“What’re you doing?” You decide to ask him what he’s doing, now that you’ve caught your breath, yet he simply smirks at you in response.

“You’re clearly enjoying this. And because I’m enjoying watching you become a pathetic mess, I want to see how many times I can make you cum with just this.” Landon points out how much you’re enjoying riding his thigh then adds that because he’s finding enjoyment in your desperation, he wants to see how many times you can fall over the edge with just his thigh.

Your eyes close when you whine at the degradation, although you’re not sure why as he’s insulted you many times in the past but this time it feels different.

“Please, just fuck me.” you beg him to fuck you already as you start grinding on his thigh again, your eyes still closed.

“Begging already? Poor little slut, I’m not even close to wanting to fuck you.” Landon’s tone has faux-sympathy in it again, like it did earlier when he made the assumption of what you had been doing for the past two years, and he also degrades you again, which earns a whimper from your lips this time, as he implies that he doesn’t want to fuck you until a lot later.

You don’t know what’s wrong, if it’s you, your body, Landon’s new found confidence, or maybe, it’s all of the above but you’re desperate for him in a way you’ve never felt for anyone before, and all you want is for him to be inside of you but that doesn’t seem like it will happen for a long while.

Landon has taken up slowly moving his thigh in sync with your grinding, causing you to lose some of your senses and cum an unknown amount of times, you’ve lost track after the third time or maybe it was the fourth, all you know is feeling.

“Look at that, you ruined my pant leg.” Landon’s voice snaps you out of your daze when he tells you to look at his jeans and you discover that he has your hips pinned to the wall so you can’t move them anymore.

You glance down at his jeans and sure enough, his one pant leg is ruined, even though you can feel that you’re still wearing underwear.

“I, um…” you attempt to speak but he quickly shushes you with a deep kiss, having you moan as you taste his breath again.

“It’s okay, I don’t care about it.” Landon soothes you by saying he doesn’t care about his pant leg as one of his hands rubs your hair.

You start to grind your hips, even though his thigh isn’t between your legs anymore, yet he stops you from doing so.

“Oh no, we’re done with that.” Landon assures you that you’re done with riding his thigh as he places his hand on your cheek.

You can’t help but shudder when you actually feel his hand on your skin and it’s freezing cold, colder than your skin.

He had touched your cheek with his hand before but you weren’t paying attention as you were on the verge of going over the edge for the first time.

“Your hand is ice cold.” you whisper your recognition of how cold his hand is against your heated skin.

“I’m sure it is, compared to your skin.” Landon shrugs off the comment, assuming that the reason his hand is cold to the touch for you is because he heated up your body.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” You change the subject back to him fucking you, staring at him with hopefulness and desperation, since he said that you were done with thigh riding.

“Not yet. I have something else in mind first.” Landon denies that he’s going to fuck you, causing you to whine at his refusal, yet he adds that he something else in mind.

His words have your body igniting in anticipation, curious as to what he’s going to do to you, even though you should be worn out due to the amount of times you came from riding his thigh.

Landon catches you getting excited by his words, having him tuck your hair behind your ear in order to whisper in it.

“You are such an insatiable little slut, Y/N.” You moan as Landon degrades you while feeling his hot breath on your ear.

He kisses your neck, which makes you identify that although his breath is hot, his lips on your skin are cold but you enjoy the feeling on your skin.

You feel his hands run down the back of thighs before he wraps your legs around his waist, still kissing your neck.

“This shirt does not go with this skirt.” Landon whispers into your neck as he voices his distaste towards your sweater and tells you it doesn’t go with the skirt you’re wearing.

Before you can retort, his hands slide underneath your shirt and lifts it over your head, your arms subconsciously going in the air as he removes your sweater.

You can’t hold in your moans as he starts kissing your neckline, feeling his tongue and the small grazes of his teeth on your skin.

“Landon, please.” A whimpered beg escapes your lips, pleading him to continue what he’s doing, yet this has him stop.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” He whispers into your mouth that you shouldn’t worry and that he’ll take care of you then proceeds to give you another deep kiss that makes your head spin.

You’re not sure what you want anymore, for Landon to keep kissing you, for him to keep kissing your body, or for him to actually fuck you, and the problem is you want all of it but he seems keen on only giving you one of those things as he eventually stops kissing your lips and goes back to your body.

He places your legs back on the ground as he goes lower down your body and despite the fact you’re dead, as well as a vampire, you can feel him leaving marks on you with his teeth.

You detect him focusing on the left side of your rib cage where your heart is for a little longer than he did the rest of you until he stops.

Whimpers emit from your mouth when he stops kissing your body, earning a breathy laugh from him that allows you to sense his hot breath on your skin.

“Shh, it’s okay.” he shushes you, saying that it’s okay, before he takes his right index finger, hovers it over the part he’d been focusing on earlier, and drags it down your rib cage.

You yelp in surprise at what he’s doing before it turns to moans at the sensation it sends through your veins.

Landon smirks victoriously at what he’s done then places a kiss on his work, sending a chill down your spine as he does.

“Please.” you whimper out a plea, although you’re not entirely sure for what, but it seems to spark something in Landon that causes him to bite down on your rib cage.

An electric feeling courses through you, further igniting your pleasured head-space, as you release a loud, unintelligible groaning noise at the sensation of his teeth completely pressed against your flesh.

Landon removes his teeth then proceeds to press gentle kisses on and around where he bit you, his teeth having left an imprint on your skin.

You feel something dripping down your inner thighs and you conclude that what he did had made you cum, which he realized as well, since he starts kissing your inner thighs to clean it up.

He plants small kisses, making his way back up your physique before stopping in front of your face, and then, without warning, puts your legs back around his waist.

“Do you think you’re worthy of being fucked now? Or are you still a desperate little whore?” Landon wonders if you think you’re worthy of being fucked or if you want more of what he’s been giving you, grinding his hips into you.

You whimper at the feeling of him pressed between your legs once again while you wrap your legs around him in response to the degrading but you’re too far into your pleasured head-space to actually think so you just nod.

“Which one, Y/N? Use your words, slut.” Landon has a gentle tone when he asks you which one you want then grips your chin to make you look at him, his voice changing to harsh, then degrades you again as he demands that you use your words.

You simply wrap your legs tighter around him in response to his words while moaning at the manhandling.

He gives you a look that should intimidate you but all want is more pleasure at this point, so everything he says and does just makes you want more of him.

You open your mouth to try to answer his question, only for whines to leave your lips, revealing to him that you don’t care anymore and he smiles at this development.

“I have to admit, I’m very much enjoying how insatiable you are. Let’s see if it matches mine, shall we?” Landon expresses his enjoyment in the fact you want more then suggests that they compare your insatiable nature to his.

Not actually knowing what he’s suggesting, you just moan at the sound of his voice then nod in agreement to his words, assuming that whatever he said meant more pleasure.

He kisses your mouth deeply before going to your neck then goes further down, removing your legs from his waist so he can kiss down your torso.

Landon stops when his face is between your legs then places his hands under your bra, his nails touching your skin, and drags them down your stomach, earning a loud moan from you.

Every time you think that you can’t get wetter by any of his actions, he surprises you, and he does so again when he teases you by kissing your ruined underwear, having you grip at the wall behind you with one hand and run the other hand through your hair in order to grasp then pull it back out of pleasure.

You feel him hike your skirt up and pin your hips to the wall, most likely to ensure you won’t move them, as his tongue continues to tease you.

“Landon.” A whimper of his name rips its way out of your mouth as he moves your panties to the side causing him to place a gentle kiss on your now bare pussy.

You whine at the sensation of his cold lips pressed up against that part of you and you attempt to move your hips for more but he’s pinning them to the wall.

He marks up your inner thighs, gliding his teeth across your skin, before doing the same to your pussy.

You struggle in trying to squirm and grind your hips against his lips as he continues to keep your hips pinned to the wall.

His cold lips, hot tongue, and the grazing of his teeth on your bare pussy was too much but became even more so when he soon found your clit, causing your legs to start trembling as you cum.

Landon keeps doing what he’s doing, even though cum is now dripping down your thighs, furthering the over-stimulation and your pleasured head-space.

“Such a desperate, needy little thing, aren’t you?” Landon mutters into your body as he makes his way back up to your face and you moan at his words.

He wraps your legs around his waist again while your legs are still trembling then starts heatedly kissing your lips as he takes off his jacket, letting it drop to the floor.

You can taste yourself as the two of you are kissing before he abruptly stops.

Landon strokes your face with one of his hands before removing your back from the wall and while still having your legs around him, walking towards then placing you on the bed.

So used to being against the wall, you let out a gasp of shock when you feel the soft, plush sheets underneath you.

He takes his shirt off and although you should be worn out by now, you’re not, instead your body is buzzing in anticipation as you realize that more pleasure is to happen.

“Do you think you’re ready to be fucked now, Y/N?” Landon moves one of his hands between your legs and makes two of his fingers dance along your clit as he wonders if you believe you’re ready to be fucked.

Chills travel down your spine at the contact of his cold fingers dancing along your clit as it causes you to begin squirming for more.

You get hit with a case of uncontrollable moans and whimpers as he slides his two fingers inside of you then slowly moves them in and out before dragging them across your pussy, toying with it.

Your back arches while you continue to moan and squirm as he puts his fingers back in you.

He proceeds to finger you until your clit starts getting sensitive, which is when he stops.

Even though a part of you wants to stop, the rest of you wants to be fucked despite how overstimulated and sensitive your body is.

Landon grabs your hips and flips you onto your stomach then drags his nails down your back, leaving scratches while making you whimper.

You keep whimpering as he kisses your back, leaving hickeys and other marks on it to go with the scratches he left.

You can hear him undo his belt then jeans before he lifts your hips off the bed so you’re now face down with your ass in the air.

He places his fingers into you once more then removes them and drags his fingers down your spinal cord, marking you with your own cum.

Spreading your legs just enough, you feel him glide his dick along your clit before he slowly but finally slides himself inside of you.

You squeal, squirm, and grip the sheets as you deduce that every part of his body is just ice cold compared to yours.

He released a moan as you tightened around him upon penetrating you that made you shiver.

Moving out of you until it’s just tip, Landon then grasps your hair tightly and without warning, harshly thrusts into you with all he has, forcing a loud whine from you.

With every harsh thrust, it’s like you can hear every story that relates to the anger he’s felt and all the frustration he has.

Landon is merciless in fucking you, taking his free hand, wrapping it around your throat, and pulling you up to him so your back is against his chest while you’re both kneeling.

Every now and then, Landon will grip your hair tighter or slightly choke you, as he keeps hitting the spot that keeps you falling over the edge.

You can’t stop coming in this position but you’ve reached the point where you can no longer make noise and your mind is completely blank, all you’re officially capable of is coming and feeling Landon’s body behind you.

He removes his hand from your neck and touches the part of your rib cage that he bit earlier, tracing the work with one of his fingertips, spelling the letters LK, which reveals that he had branded you with his initials.

After Landon has vented all, or at least most, of his frustrations on you, he lies on the bed, holding you close to his chest and gently plays with your hair while you sleep.

You smile in content at the situation you’re in, deciding that Landon Kirby is what you’ve been waiting for your whole life even when you didn’t know or want to admit it.

“You’re mine now, Y/N.” Landon whispers a possessive statement about you being his before pressing a kiss on your hair while still playing with it.

All you do is subtly nod in agreement and you discover that you are now addicted to the ferryman.

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theonlyhoneybee · 1 year

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okayyy my loves i wrote like a small bit of smut for y’all, i never wrote smut before and i kinda dk how to feel abt it but i wanted to give you guys a snippet of it so you can tell me how it is and give feedback

#letitia wright #black panther #shuri #letitia #letitia smut #shuri edit #shuri x y/n #smut #jamie harrison x reader #jamie harrison #upcoming fic #first time writing smut #fypツ

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starwori · 10 months

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ꤥ First Time With Junseok (ATBO) ✉️ requested by anon ꤥ

// cw: smut, fluff, piv, fem reader, fingering, praising, usage of baby, love, princess. (let me know if i need to add more <3)

// not proofread :< sorry this took long </3 i hope you like it though.

You’ve been dating Junseok for about 6 months. You felt as though it was time to take your relationship to the next level. So, when Junseok came home you had dinner set, candles lit and you were wearing a pretty nightgown. It was a pink silky one, it was short (down to your knees) and you couldn’t wait to show him.

When he came through the door you were quick to greet him. “Hi babe!” You exclaimed happily. “Hi love! You look beautiful, what’s the special occasion?” He questioned, holding your waist. “Well, i was thinking we can have a little dinner tonight and maybe.. take our relationship to the next level.” You confessed. “Oh, Is that so? Let me freshen up then i’ll be back down.” Junseok suggested. You go to the kitchen to grab utensils for dinner while he goes upstairs to freshen up.

Whilst waiting for him your nerves were becoming stronger and you became nervous. You were going to get intimate for the first time and with someone you love dearly. You were ready but you couldn’t help but feel anxious thinking about all of the possibilities that could happen. Pulling you out of your thoughts you hear Junseok come downstairs. He’s wear grey sweatpants with a black shirt and his hair was slightly wet from washing it. You couldn’t help but squeeze you thighs together thinking about the events that will take place soon. “What’d you make tonight, baby?” Junseok questions sitting across from you. Clearing your throat at the sudden dryness you answer, “I made pasta with garlic bread. I hope you like it!” “Thanks love, I will surely love it because you made it.” He says proceeding to eat.

After dinner you decided to do the dishes before heading upstairs. Suddenly a pair of arms wraps around your waist and Junseok rests his head in between your neck giving you light kisses. “Did you enjoy dinner?” You question moving your head over so he can have more space. “Yes, I loved it. Now, I’m ready for dessert.” He says in between kisses tightening his grip on your waist. “Well, I’m almost done with the dishes. Can you wait until i’m done?” You respond, your stomach twists in excitement and anxiety. With a nod he proceeds to walk upstairs.

Taking a deep breath after washing dishes, you head upstairs to be welcomed with your boyfriends sweet smile. He walks over to you and embraces you into a passionate kiss. The kiss begins to turn into a heated one with Junseok taping your thigh signaling you to jump and you do so. Without breaking from the kiss Junseok lays you softly on the bed. Immediately after he starts kissing down your neck to your breast causing you to let out a moan. Coming back up to give you another peck on the lips he asks, “Are you sure you want to do this? You know i wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want to.” “I’m sure, i’ve been thinking about this for a while now.” You say sitting up looking him in the eyes. Pleased with your answer he instantly brings you in the 3rd kiss of the night.

Inching his fingers towards your soaked cunt, he slides your panties to the side and swiftly glides his slender fingers through your slit earning a moan from you. Pulling away from the kiss he gives you a moment to catch your breath. “May I?” Junseok asked waiting for your consent. Not trusting your words you give him a nod. “I need verbal consent princess.” He says. “Yes please.” You whimper out. With your consent he instantly puts his middle digit into your pussy and slowly goes in and out. Hearing your moans and feeling your pussy tighten around his finger he adds another digit.

At this point his sweatpants were now tight and unbearable but he didn’t care, all he cared about was your pleasure. He was here to make you feel good and by the looks of it, he was doing his job well. Your cunt tightens around his fingers one more time before you cum with a high pitched whine. Pulling his fingers out of your pussy, he picks them clean making you bite your bottom lip and making your stomach turn in arousal.

Junseok gets up to discard his clothes and you do the same. Once the both of you were naked you noticed his penis was dripping with precum. Junseok walks over to his drawer and grabs a condom. He then hovers over you and asks, “Are you ready beautiful?” “Yes Jun, I’m ready.” You give him a bright smile. Angling his cock with your cunt he slowly began to insert himself inside you while looking at you to make sure your comfortable. Once he bottomed you out, he waited for you to signal him to move. After it felt like centuries you felt comfortable enough for him to move. Tapping his waist, he pulls out half way then inserts himself back inside of you.

Letting out noises of pleasure he engaged you into another kiss to silence them. “You feel so good baby.”Junseok confessed. At this point you both were lost in each others pleasure and nosies filled the room. You felt his cock twitch inside your walls and you squeezed against his cock. “Princess, don’t squeeze me like that or else i’ll cum.” He says between his grunts and moans. “But—“ Before you could finish your sentence he hits a certain spot that made your feel bliss. “Right there!” You moaned out and he continuously hits the perfect spot.

“I’m close.” Junseok breaths out. “Mm- Me too.” You whimper. “Cum with me baby.” He grunted. As if his words were a spell you let out one more moan and cum on his cock. Not too long after he cums inside your cunt. Pulling out he watches as your cum leaks out of your pretty pussy.

Giving you a peck on the lips he heads to the bathroom and discards his condom. Coming back with a warm towel he proceeds to wipe you clean. “Would you like to take a bath love?” Junseok suggests. Shaking your head no and reaching out for him you respond, “No, I just want to lay with you.”

“I love you y/n”

“I love you too, junnie.”

#atbo #atbo fluff #atbo smut #atbo junseok #atbo junseok smut #first time writing smut

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porkcracker · 2 years

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Transformers Kinktober

My first time actually writing smut, but alas here I go. Hopefully I'll actually pull through Kinktober

Day 1 - Knifeplay - Breakdown/Knock Out

It wasn't often that Knock Out allowed this, so Breakdown was already excited long before they actually started. The anticipation building throughout the cycle leading up to their planned evening was sure to heighten the arousal once they started, as they had learned from previous plans. Still, his wide smile as he finished his shift and entered their shared quarters always surprised Knock Out with how open in Breakdowns delight it was.

For once, the medic had been done with his work earlier than Breakdown and thus was already in their shared habsuit. As Breakdown entered, Knock Out looked up from his datapad and a sly smile settled on his face upon spotting his conjux's eager smile.

"I see you're eager to get started.", he mused as he put the datapad he had been reading down onto the berthside table and leveled the warrior with a seductive look. Reaching out towards the other mech, he motioned him to move closer lazily. The big mech didn't hesitate and walked over to his lover. With big steps, he crossed the space between them and, once within reach, leaned down to press a quick kiss to Knock Out's lips.

Not lingering long, he straightened up once more and grinned down at his partner. "Of course I am. Don't get to do this often. " Crouching down next to the berth, Breakdown pulled open the drawer of their berthside table and, after a moment of rummaging through its contents, pulled out an energon blade roughly the size of his palm.

Giving it a small twirl and taking a moment to inspect the blade for any damage, satisfied with the result, he straightened up again and returned his focus to the cherry medic.

Knock Out was watching Breakdown, or rather the blade, like a hawk, and once the inspection of the blade was finished moved to make room for the bigger mech on the berth too. Breakdown sat down on the berth, deeming the space big enough for him. There was a short moment of shuffling as both mechs got into comfortable positions, before they finally were both comfortable.

Settled against the headboard and Knock Out straddling his lap, Breakdown captured Knock Out's lips in another kiss. This one was deeper and more passionate, almost distracting enough for him to miss the quiet click of a panel opening. However, the noise, combined with the sudden wetness on his thigh, was more than enough to alert him.

Breaking the kiss slowly, Breakdown looked down. The sight caused his vent to briefly pause before restarting, accompanied by his cooling fans. Taking Knock Outs' faceplate into his free servo, he gave him a deep kiss. "Looks like I'm not the only eager one. Primus Knock Out, you're too good to me." Letting go of the others faceplate, he trailed his servo over glossy red plating until he reached his goal.

A low moan left Knock Out as a big digit moved between his folds and shallowly dipped into his entrance, stimulating the nodes around the opening in a teasing manner. Not even a klik later, another louder moan left the medic as his conjux started to message his anterior node in gentle circle's. The gentle administrations caused him to gradually increase his charge, but he already knew that it wasn't enough to bring him to overload. Grinding his array against the digits as best as he could, Knock Out missed the other servo moving until suddenly a sharp but mild pain made him clench. The sudden feeling ramped up his charge another notch, and he keened in need.

The digits on his array sped up and every other thrust, a sharp nick of the blade on his thigh or waist made him clench around the digit inside him, resulting in increasingly desperate moans.

Suddenly, his lips were once more claimed by his conjunx in a passionate kiss. With Glossas intertwining, Breakdown swallowed the desperate noise down hungrily. As the bigger mech began to pull back, Knock Out surged forward, desperate to keep kissing, but in the end, they parted. It was then, with a glimpse of a smirk as his only warning, that the digits in his valve pushed in deeper. Simultaneously, the gentle circle around his anterior node was replaced with a steady push onto it and, with a loud moan and the feeling of pain-pleasure of another cut, he overloaded.

Once his processor registered his surroundings again, he chuckled at the feeling of a very familiar pressure against his aft. Blinking up at his conjux, he leaned forward and murmured into his audial: "Your turn, big mech." before grinding back against the hard spike.

#Transformers #valveplug #Kinktober #knifeplay #knock out #Breakdown #KOBD #Knock Out x Breakdown #first time writing smut

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bookloover35 · 7 months

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Aramis x fem reader-You are my weakness (Smut)

YNs POV:

oh Porthos is completely hopeless we women are not objects, and we can fight exactly as well as men. He sits and tells D'Artagna how to kiss a woman. Believe me if it had been me he had tried to kiss that way I would have hit him.

My thoughts stopped when I heard Aramis say.

Aramis: Only the wrong words are waste of time.

The right words can make a more lasting impression than a thousand of Porthos's kisses.

After he had finished speaking, the barmaid said.

Barmaid: Not likely.

One could see that Aramis took it as a challenge.

Aramis: Shall I demonstrate.

Porthos:Yes test on YN.

I almost started too choke on the wine i was drinking. Damit Porthos. He knows that I am very much in love with him and that I become weak when he is close to me or when he talks to me. But it could never be him and me. He is a man of God.

Aramis looked at me. Why does he have to be so beautiful?

Aramis:Only if it's okay with you YN?

I looked at him and started blushing, then I nodded slowly. You could hear him whispering quietly to himself "okay" Then he went to where I was sitting. Then he went down on one knee and took my hand and said.

Aramis: "As morning hues of Sun swept fire caress your face.

Alone with thee in pure Desirée,to worship your untold grace.

My soul would cry in silent prayer, for hours spent apart.

Your essence warms the eavning air, as i dance into your heart.

When he was done, he kissed my hand and then he looked deep into my eyes. I wanted to kiss him but I got up and said.

YN:Um you may excuse me but I have to go and polish my sword.

I said goodnight to everyone then I went to my room for the evening. We had arranged a room of my own so I would not have to share a room with any of them.

(A few hours later.)

so then you were done with the polishing. I got up from my bed and laid it on the table at the far end of the room. After I had put it down, I went to the chair by the window where I had hung up my nightgown. I quickly changed and then I released my long hair that I had put up in a ponytail. I went to the window and looked out the moon shone brightly it lit up the whole room.

Knock knock.

I looked at the door and thought who could it be?

I went to the door and there stood Aramis.

Aramis: Lady YN I need to talk with you. Can I come in.

I nodded and let him in, then i closed the door. Then I turned to him he looked at me but he looked very nervous.

Aramis: Um I just wanted to come and apologize if I made you uncomfortable out there.

Does he think I became uncomfortable, it's rather that I liked it. I approached him and put my hand on his shoulder.

YN: Believe me you did not make me uncomfortable I liked it very much.

Aramis: Really?

I nodded to him. He looked me in the eye then he said four words I was not prepared for.

Aramis: May i kiss you.

Did I just heard him say those words to him.

Does he really mean it. He took my hand and held it then he took his other hand and held it to my cheek. I want to kiss him but then I remember that he is bound to God. I looked at him and felt tears begin to flow from my eyes.

YN: I want you to kiss me but what about your bound go god?

He took his thumbs and wiped away your tears. Then he said.

Aramis:He probably will not get angry if I kiss the woman who stole my heart.

WHAT.

Did he just said that,that I have stolen his heart. Please if this is a dream then I never want to wake up.

It is rather he who has stolen my heart. He who is so kind and good, and loyal to all musketeers.

He is extremely beautiful also with his long brown hair and his brown eyes.

I took my left hand and put it against his cheek and he welcomed that feeling and leaned closer to my hand. I looked him in the eyes and smiled.

YN: You also stole my heart.

He smiled at me then asked me the same question again.

Aramis: May i kiss you?

YN: You may.

He leaned forward and kissed me and I kissed him back. It felt incredibly okay I do not dream.

Now begins the Smut.You have been warned.

He started kissing down to my neck and I started to feel a wonderful feeling between my legs. He found my weak spot and I let out a small moan. He looked at me with a look that asked if it was okay to continue. I nodded to him and whispered to him that I wanted to continue. He kissed me quickly on the lips then he lifted me up in bridal style and started walking towards the bed. Then he put me to bed and got up. I leaned up with my elbows and looked at him as he took off his boots and his shirt. He was beautiful his arms were big, his shoulders were wide, he has stomach muscles. I quickly discovered that my eyes were starting to wander down to his happy trail. Then I discovered something I was not prepared for. He had a Boner.

I was chocked. He looked at me and laughed a little. Then he Said.

Aramis: My eyes are Up hear my Love.

I started blushing at that nickname and looked down. Then I felt how he started to crawl up to me then he took his fingers and held it under my chin and lifted up so that I looked at him. Then he put my head on the pillow and started kissing me again. I could feel myself getting wetter between my legs. His fingers began to tie up the strings that sat in front of my nightgown. When he had opened the front, he took out my breasts and began to knead my right breast. Then he put his thumb back and forth on my stiff nipple. I started moaning a little louder. I felt our tongues dance with each other. Then he starts kissing down again first my neck then between my breasts. Then he took my left breast in his mouth and started sucking and licking on my nipple. I started breathing very heavily, it felt incredible, I felt how my wetness started to increase even more.

Then he removed his mouth with a pop and looked at me.

Aramis:Do you like it my love.

YN: y_yes i like it.

he smiled at my words then he started kissing upwards then he started nibbling on my earlobe and whisper.

Aramis: I want to try something do you trust me?

Of course I trust him. But wondering what he wants to do, I whisper to him "yes I trust you". He started kissing me down again his lips felt like feathers on my skin. But I loved it, he gave both my breasts a kiss each. He lay down between my legs and pushed my nightgown up to my hips. He kissed me on the inside of my thighs, and began to approach my womenhood that was dripping.

YN: Aramis what are you doiahhh.

I was stopped by the fact that I started moaning when I felt his tongue start licking up and down between my folds. My hands flew up to his hair to hold on. Oh god I jumped when I he started sucking on my clit. I started grinding up against his mouth to get him closer. Then he took two of his fingers and started pumping it back and forth into my womenhood. Omg I'm so close.

YN: A_aramis I'm close.I'm coming.

He looked up at me with a smile on his face.

Aramis:come for me it's okay my love.

As soon as he said those words, my orgasm came hard so I started shaking. He continued to pump his fingers through my orgasm so it would be longer. Then he crawled up to me and kissed me I could feel the taste after me on his tongue and it felt incredible. My hand started to wander down to his pants and I untied his string and I put my hand on his hard manhood and started squeezed.

He let out a groan of his own.

Aramis:My love, you want us to continue.

He said between kisses. I took my hand and held it to his cheek and stared deep into his eyes. then I gave him a kiss on the nose, and said.

YN: Make me yours.

Aramis POV.

Make me yours.

She really want me and I really want her, I gave her a kiss on the nose then I helped her take off her nightgown and threw it away. I looked at her wow she is beautiful she looks like an angel with her long beautiful y.h.c lying on the pillow and her beautiful y.e.c looking up at me. Think she's mine. I take off my pants and throw them away. Then I lie down between her legs again, I grab my manhood and start pumping, then I leaned forward and put it against her opening.

Aramis:. Are you sure?

YN: yes.

I pusht it in slowly then when it was inside I was still so she would get used to it. I wanted to start moving she felt incredible she was wet and very tight.

Aramis:L_love please can i move.

YN; y_yes move.

she nodded with a moan and i started moving back and forth wow it felt amazing how her walls gripped my cock.

YN: A_aramis faster.

i started moving faster she moaned louder i must have found her g point. I felt in my stomach I was close.I was a little ashamed that I was getting closer. But she feels so good.

Aramis: Love i am Close are you.

YN: Y_yes please come whit me.

I took my hand down to her vagina and with my thumb began to circulate her clit I felt how she became tighter she was close I pushd forward one last time hard and we came together. Hearing my name from her lips when she came was wonderful.I pulled out my soft cock, and took her shaking body in my arms and put the blanket over our naked bodies she had her head on my chest. I started pulling my fingers through her hair. A few seconds later I could hear her snoring a little. I kissed her on the head and whispered.

Aramis: You are my weakness and I love you.

Then I close my eyes to meet her in the world of dreams.

I know this one was not so good but it has is my very first smut but i tried. So i hope you Will like it.

#wattpad #wattpadstories #wattpad story #my own words #the three musketeers #aramis #the three musketeers aramis #first time writing smut

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