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buckyalpine · 6 months

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Imagine you get into the holiday spirt with the cutest Christmas sweater, the fluffiest socks and these adorable bells in your hair. You're running around the compound with hot chocolate and cookies, the jingle of your bells ringing with each step. Everyone things its adorable. You're like a little elf, busy in your workshop (the kitchen), surrounded by marshmallows, whipped cream, delivering mugs of creamy sweetness along with homemade gingerbread men.

Everyone finds it so cute.

Everyone except Bucky.

Bucky hates it.

He hates the little tinkle he hears with each footstep you take.

Why?

Because his mind is in the gutter.

Your running around looking all cute and sweet and innocent and all he can think about is how gorgeous those bells would sound as he railed you with his cock.

He decided to stay in his room, hoping a book would calm him down but who was he kidding, his enhanced hearing meant he could hear you scurry around down the hall towards his room, and holy shit, if he could just grab your hair and bend you over-

"Bucky!" You lightly knocked at his door before popping your head in with a cheery smile, holding a mug of hot chocolate topped with marshmallows and plenty of whipped cream. No matter how intimidating Bucky painted himself out to be, you knew the soldier loved all the little extra toppings, especially after you caught him adding extra whipped cream when no one was looking.

"Hey" Bucky's voice came out more strained than intended, hoping to will his erection away which currently throbbed with need.

"I brought you hot chocolate" You stepped into his room, pausing when Bucky's smiled looked more like a grimace as he shifted from his place sitting against the headboard.

"Is-is everything okay?" You ask, padding towards him and he can't even hide the tent in his sweats, setting down the book he was reading to try and cover himself.

"Of course-yeah-thanks y/n" He rasped out as you came over and handed him the mug, your sweet scent of vanilla, sugar and spices only making it harder for him to keep his hands to himself.

"Are you sure you're okay?" You could tell Bucky was tensed, chewing his lip without meeting your eyes which was strange considering he was normally fine around you.

"Wouldn't be able to tell you sweets" Bucky chuckled to himself with a sigh rubbing the back of his neck while you cocked your head to the side, the tiny movement making the bells ring again.

Fuck.

"I don't think you'd want to help with something like this doll"

"Try me"

"OH" *jingle* "MY" *jingle* "GOD" You wailed, your bells ringing with each thrust as Bucky's cock slammed into you, his hands squeezing your hips as he fucked you from behind. He had you on your hands and knees after tearing your clothes of, loving the needy little whimper you let out after you caught a glimpse of his rock hard cock pressing against his sweats.

"That's it baby, that's it, sound so pretty with those cute little bells in your hair" Bucky groaned, biting his lip to keep his voice down as he fucked you harder, pushing his cock in as deep as it would go, "Look at how you're taking all of me baby, taking my big dick so well, such a good. Girl"

"More, want-more" you hiccupped, tears from pleasure streaking down your face, squealing when Bucky's hand spanked your ass before pulling out and manhandling you till you were on top. You whined, your lips pulled into a pout, all naked on top of the soldier except for the bells in your hair, your needy pussy clamping down on him. You pawed at his hand, tugging it to where you needed him most, moaning when he used his thumb to rub your clit, smirking at your fucked out state.

"Aww babygirl, are you too cockdrunk to fuck yourself on my dick" Bucky cooed as you squirmed on top of him, sloppily grinding yourself, your greedy cunt begging for anything he'd give you. You

"Fuck you're such a little slut" Bucky gritted out as he planted his feet against the mattress and started to fuck up into you, your boobs bouncing in his face matching the dainty rings every time he thrusted his hips up. "Want you under that goddamn tree and nothing else baby, gonna fuck you on every surface of his place"

Bucky could only take so much, his balls pulling tight to his body, cum desperate to blow and paint your walls, your pleasure contorted face all just for him.

"Walking around with these fuckin' bells, making my cock so hard, lookit how pretty you sound now baby, fuck y/n, m'gonna cum!"

"C-cum in me Bucky" You cried out, sobbing in pleasure as your orgasm ripped through you, collapsing against his chest as he fucked you through your high.

"That's it baby, milk my cock, that's what I want for Christmas, wanna empty my balls in you, fuck-oh fuck-milk it baby, shitt!" Bucky bit down on your shoulder to muffle his loud moans, shoving his dick in as far as it would go as he started to throb ropes of his spend into you.

That was round 1.

"You look like you've seen a ghost" Tony snorted as he saw Sam and Steve enter the living room, the captain's face pale in shock while Sam couldn't stop grinning. "What happened. We're gonna start the movie soon, where's metal man and y/n"

Steve went beet red while Sam cackled, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Making their own rendition of Jingle Bells"

Anyway, I'm sorry for giving you debauched instead of wholesome plots, MERRY CHRISTMAS YA FILTHY ANIMALS (the filthy part is for me @ myself)

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cherry-leclerc · 3 months

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20/90 ☆ cl16

genre: humor, smut, angst, jealous!charles, post-break up, toxic ex trope, on & off

word count: 2k

After a painful break-up, you and Charles find yourselves taking part in what seems to be a never ending cycle. But there are rules that apply.

nsfw warning under the cut!

18+...car sex, riding, wrap it before you tap it!

req!...two in a day?? you guys are spoiledddd

It takes about twenty days to break a habit, give or take. There’s proof; like the time you scolded yourself into not biting your nails anymore, horrified with the idea of getting engaged with monstrous hands. Or when you swore you would never drink again after Singapore.

But it takes ninety to make a permanent change.

It was a mutual decision, it was the most mature one, really, too. He was getting more and more busy; higher demand. You were drowning with homework, and senior thesis, it was long overdue. Yet it still broke your heart just the same. We can try again in the future, he tries to reason when you sob against his chest, linen shirt growing damp, but never once thinks about pulling away.

There is no future if there’s no you, you whimper. You feel stupid, desperate, and disgusting. It was not a lovely mix, but it was true. How could you move on when he was all you’ve ever wanted?

And there’s no present without you.

That was thirteen days ago, to be exact. Life was not better, but bearable to say the least. Often, you would find yourself stalking him on social media, unbeknownst that he did the same. You finally got your bachelor's you had worked your ass off for. He finally came to a renewal on his Ferrari contract. Life should be good.

Instead, you find yourself slumping against the cold wall, eyes squinting at the harsh sun. You’re well aware you’re panting like a beast, and sweat trickles down your face like a water faucet, but you couldn't care any less. Running was definitely not for the weak.

Abandonner si tôt?

Directing your attention to a deep voice, your heart stops before excitedly pumping against your chest. You can feel it in your ribcage. It should be a crime how handsome he still is, the more he gets day by day. W-what are you doing here?

His green eyes flicker against the rocks. Oh, you know.

Are you here for me? You want to foolishly ask, but bite down instead. I thought you were already in Bahrain.

Keeping tabs on me?

Flustered, you narrow your eyes, feigning a normal state. We dated for five years. I know your schedule by heart. His soft features register a wave of shock, nervous fingers gripping his phone.

It was good seeing you. And he leaves.

It shouldn’t hurt so much, but it does. It feels as if you’ve scraped your knee, hit your heart, got punched square in the face, and got run over by a school bus. Infinite times. And he seems A-OK. It's against your better judgment to follow after him, to yell at him out of spite for no apparent reason. But you were not the same girl he used to know.

“Oh fuck,” Charles groans as you ride him hastily, headboard banging against the wall as he keeps a steady hold on your hip, where a path of fresh bruises lie. He almost laughs if it weren’t for you rolling your hips tentatively. He quirks a brow when you shake your head and finish around his thick girth, leaving him no choice but to follow along with a low shudder.

“What have I done?” you whisper, delicate hands coming up to cover up your bare breasts. “Oh my God…”

“Ah,” he hums. “What a delightful thing to hear.”

Scurrying off his lap, you grab your wrinkled clothes, inching towards the exit as you wag your finger. “This –that– could never happen ever again. Capeesh?”

Charles tries his best to hide his hurt, braving through with a nonchalant smile. “Never again.”

You’re eight days in when he texts you. Something about needing someone to talk to. You might have broken up, but who said you couldn’t remain friendly acquaintances? He demands you meet at your spot, and it's a slap in the face but find yourself there nonetheless. He rambles on and on about his ongoing stress, and the neverending pressure. You knew it got bad, but you never thought this much.

“My PR manager is debating on whether I should date someone for the sake of increasing views. More attention.”

Your jaw goes slack. “You called me for this?” Rushing up to your full height, you brush off a gust of dirt, struggling to not roll into a coughing fit. “What makes you think this is something I want to hear?”

The Monegasque’s face pinches up like a clam. “I thought you should know.”

You scoff. “Right…” He watches as you scarily pace the open field with a blank expression. It saddens him how suddenly he doesn’t know how to read you. “You’re a fucking coward.”

And you leave.

He follows through with it because there’s really no other choice. She’s nice, but not kind like you. She’s pretty, but not breathtaking like you. You get the gist.

Her touch is unfamiliar and cold, forced. Abnormal. Her father is some kind of wealthy man who invests in prestigious hotels in his home country and is looking to make some more money as if what he doesn’t have is enough to serve him a lifetime. Sometimes, Charles feels for her. She probably wanted this the same amount as he did.

Behind a screen, you live through all of it. Your friend nicknamed you as Bella-From-Twilight-When-Edward-Goes-Away. Only Edward comes back. Charles never did. But it's now been seventeen days. And you curse the day you run out of your favorite ice cream.

“Why am I always bumping into you?” you huff when you spot the brunette. He rolls his eyes. I’m the famous one here. I don’t need to follow anyone, unlike you. Where his cold tone finally blossomed from –you don’t know– but you didn’t like it at all. Purposefully hitting your cart against his own, you stroll off. “Sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Superstar.”

Comedically, you both find yourself glaring as you check out from adjacent sides, a silent competition on who can get out of there the fastest. You came here just for that, he mouths from afar as your burn bright pink, gaze flickering towards your strawberry ice cream. You flip him off, but giggle apologetically when the cashier assumes it’s aimed towards her.

Charles wants to chuckle in amusement but would rather eat his own foot than admit to that. Have a good day, you can hear his clerk tell him at the same time yours does too. Flinging your arm into the hoop on your tote bag, you run off as he races you with a full cart of groceries. There’s a curve you hit as you manage to squeeze through and smile back at your ex, somehow satisfied. Amidst skip, you feel a harsh push as you fling forward, falling onto your knees as a little boy winces, licks his lollipop, and walks away.

Blood trickles down your knees as you fiercely turn back to look at a regretful loser. “Is it really that deep?” you spit out, ears turning bright red from your reasonable anger. He tries to help you up but that only receives him a slap in the face. “Great. I look like I just got my period. Unbelievable.”

“You just hit me,” he speaks in disbelief.

“You just pushed me,” you retort pointing at your injury, flesh being creepily visible. “On purpose, I might add.”

The Monegasque scoffs, gently massaging his aching face, dark brows pointed at you like knives. “You’re one crazy fucking girl…”

“Thanks, I get that a lot.”

It's all a fateful haze, the way you end up in his car. You suppose it starts the moment he presses on helping you unload your groceries, as some sick apology. But it’s only my ice cream. But he sheepishly shrugs. Now blood paints his driver's seat as you sit on top of him, and occasional grunts overflow due to his red cheek. “I can’t have sex with you,” you mumble against his swollen lips, chest heaving as your tinted windows begin to fog up. It was still early, but you didn’t care.

“And I shouldn’t want to have sex with you, and yet.”

“Yeah,” you pant, kisses steaming up. “Okay then.”

Shame lingers on your drive back home, and grows even deeper when you realize your strawberry treat has melted.

You would never take yourself as a self-driven person; not like most people. It was only one of your many flaws, but in this very moment, bent over the kitchen counter, you promise to become one.

“I can’t keep going back to him,” you groan over the phone as Lily attentively listens to what she considers gossip, and you consider a mid-life crisis. “We broke up months ago, why do I keep doing this to myself?”

“Perhaps because two still care for one another.” And because you know you still love him, and he loves you, she wants to add but stops herself when you glare coldly.

“I am so over him, are you kidding? I’ve never been better. In fact, I’m going out tonight. First man I see boom! Fuck him. Just like that.” You click your fingers magically for emphasis.

Lily’s face drops as her eyes zigzag towards something behind her screen. Before she can try to talk you out of it, you hang up. She’s obviously joking, the Chinese girl stutters when Charles freezes, midway from hanging Alex a pair of joggers, since he had forgotten his own. The green-eyed boy forces a dark smile, tipping his head and heading out without a goodbye.

“I should probably warn her.”

You weren’t picking up–you weren’t going to. It was starting to hit you how stupid this all was and you did not need your friends erasing the last bits of determination you had within you. Beaming at a group of guys, you can’t help but flutter your eyes as they quietly fight over who gets to have the first move. Dibs, if you must. Swallowing the last bit of your awful drink, you start making your way over before a warm hand grips your wrist. “No. I’m not doing this again.”

Charles rolls his eyes. “And you’re not doing that either, we’re leaving.” It takes a lot of mental strength to not kick him in the shin and run off, but you can’t help but slap him once again as soon as he drags you out into the alleyway. A habit you’ve picked up, I see, he growls.

“Why are you still doing this?” you whimper, glassy eyes looking up in complete defeat. “You broke up with me. I agreed. We’re supposed to be moving on from one another. Why can’t you at least try to let me go?”

It’s a punch to the gut, the sound of your raw voice, broken and weak. He takes a clumsy step back, chest tightening from the tense situation he has wheezed himself into. “Believe me, I’m trying but I just can’t…”

Your nose is runny, mascara coats you like a baby racoon, cheekbones are splotchy as if you’ve just been hit, and you were still the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Which is part of the reason why he can’t walk away from everything you've been through.

“Well you’re not going to try, but I am. For real this time.”

It’s been ninety-two days, a lot, but not enough at the same time. But there was a piece of you that knew you weren’t missing him as much. So, maybe–it was. Enough, you suppose. It still hurts a tiny bit sometimes, watching him pose with fake smiles, or maybe they’re genuine, you can’t really tell the difference anymore. The way his eyes learned to sparkle for her over time. Fake can become real, it appears. But you being yearnful didn’t mean you weren’t moving on for your own sake. This was good, a new start. The kind you now looked forward to.

And it only took ninety-two fucking days.

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sluttyminghao · 1 year

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♡ pairing: mingyu x afab!reader ♡ w.c: 2.3k ♡ genre: smut (minors DO NOT interact), fluff ♡ warnings: pwp, fingering (f. receiving), teasing, edging, mingyu makes reader suck his fingers, bdsm themes (tied to headboard), mingyu is a huge fucking softie, he cries and so does reader, lovemaking, mentions of a second round ♡ synopsis: the only thing mingyu wanted from you for his birthday was to make love. and that was something you could certainly do. ♡ a/n: not me being over a week late for this anyways I love mingyu I hope yall like this feedback much appreciated <3

“You picked my favourite set…it’s like you had this all planned out,”

“Well, maybe I did.”

Your back hits the mattress and knocks the wind out of you, no time to comprehend the drastic actions as Mingyu crawls up your body with a menacing grin on his handsome features. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, and it sends a shiver coursing throughout your entire body.

His large hands trace the maroon lingerie clinging to your curves, humming in appreciation at the way goosebumps rise on your skin when his slightly calloused flesh collides with yours. He takes a moment to let his eyes roam over each part of your body, his heart racing faster with each pass he does.

“You’re so fucking beautiful”

You can feel your skin prickle with warmth as he praises you, his hands getting busier and beginning to impatiently grope at your body. Soft sighs escape you as he glides his hands over your sensitive skin, particularly when he grazes across the mounds of your breasts and the flesh of your inner thighs.

Mingyu’s one birthday wish from you was to take his time with you and make love to you; normally he has less self-restraint and will have your clothes ripped off in a nanosecond, but he seems to be controlling himself reasonably well, besides the obvious erection tenting in his slacks.

Just when you’re about to speak up and let him know you're getting impatient, he slides the straps of your bra down your shoulders and leans his head down, his lips brushing over the flesh. You can feel him smirking against your skin the closer he gets to your breasts, and just when he’s about to brush over the swell of your breasts, he pulls away.

“W-why did you stop?”

The sound of your voice startled you, not expecting it to be as breathy as it was. Mingyu chuckles and lets his hands come up to cup your breasts, teasing at the fabric still annoyingly clinging to you. You can feel his calloused thumbs through the flimsy fabric and it only makes you clench your thighs, not going unnoticed by your boyfriend.

“I stopped so I could take your bra off, but now I’m thinking I need to tease you a little more, make you work for it,” he teases, his hands sliding underneath your bra and cupping your tits gently, a sigh of surprise escaping you at the sudden contact of his cool hands on your sensitive skin.

His sentence has you whining and kicking your feet, only causing him to raise an eyebrow at your abnormal bratty behaviour. He pulls his hands away from your flesh and instead moves off the bed, standing to remove his shirt and exposing his bronzed skin. He looked like he had just walked out of a modelling magazine, and he knew it.

He took a moment to reach down and shuffle through his nightstand, confusion covering your features and smoothing out in realization of what he’s pulled out of the drawer. He’s pulled out a silk tie that matches your lingerie, maroon and shining under the dim light of the lamp.

“Since you’re going to be a brat, I think I need to use this tonight.”

He doesn't give you a chance to reply as he kneels on the bed and crawls between your legs, slotting himself right near your core. It made your heartbeat quicken, and even more so when he grips your wrists and guides them above your head, effectively already having you pinned to the surface.

Mingyu makes quick work of tying the silk around your wrists, ensuring they are tight enough so that you won't break out of them, but also not tight enough that you’ll lose the circulation to your hands. He places a kiss on each wrist as he ties the silk, and it makes your heart skip a beat.

“There,” he states, tying the last knot and giving it a rough tug for good measure. You watch as he leans back to admire his handiwork, a smug grin appearing on his features. He steps off the bed once more, removing his slacks and boxers. The garments get tossed into a corner of the room haphazardly, and he quickly slides himself between your legs again,

You can feel his heavy cock resting against your inner thigh, and your legs clench around him unconsciously. With your hands restrained, you can’t run your hands through his dark locks, can’t leave scratches down his biceps and back that will last for days, and you whine at the loss.

Your panties are quickly discarded, and your bra is pulled down so that your tits are exposed. His eyes darken as he watches your nipples harden with the cool bedroom air, and the way you squirm and try to hide. He simply shakes his head at you and moves to spread your ankles and expose your glistening cunt to him, a grin slowly spreading over his lips.

In one swift moment, he sucks on his fingers and lowers them down to your entrance, letting one finger get sucked into your warm walls, before slowly adding a second and pumping them teasingly slowly. He knows how much you hate to be teased, but while you’re tied up and at his mercy, he’s going to make sure to tease you until you’re begging.

“F-fuck… please fuck me!” Your voice comes out as a mix between a whine and a plea, and he almost cums right on the spot from how desperate you already were. He lets his long fingers rub repeatedly against that spongy spot inside you, revelling in how your legs close around his arm and how your soft moans grow significantly louder as you edge closer to your impending orgasm.

“Please fuck me, what?”

You know what he wants to hear. He’d only brought it up recently as some kind of drunken confession while you were drinking at home together, and he seemed to have a pink flush covering his cheeks and ears when he finally confessed what he wanted to be called, but when you saw how his cock twitched in his sweats the first time you said it, you knew he wasn't joking.

“Please fuck me, daddy.”

He groans at the name and swiftly pulls his fingers out of you, juices coating his fingers. You feel your body heat up in a mixture of embarrassment and want, and it only doubles when Mingyu moves his fingers back to your mouth, nudging their way past your lips. You accept his fingers greedily, lapping up the slightly bitter juices and sucking on his fingers with a lust you hadn't felt in quite a long time.

Mingyu feels his cock twitch at the sight and feel of you wrapping your tongue gently around his digits, and he’s not quite sure he can last much longer. He hurriedly removes his fingers from your mouth and wipes them messily on the sheets next to your head, before shifting into a more comfortable position between your legs.

“Can’t wait to fill you up,” his voice is breathy and he can’t help but lean over your body and attach his lips to yours, the warmth of his body colliding with your own and causing your body to heat up extensively. He can feel you whimper against his lips, and when he pulls away he leaves a small peck on your nose, jaw, and neck, just for good measure.

When he pulls back, he takes a moment to admire you. Sees how fucked out you are, your hair messily splayed underneath you, chest heaving lightly and a slight sheen of sweat coating your body and making you glow under the dim light. Everything about you was about as perfect as it could get, in his opinion.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” The need in your voice is evident, and the rubbing of your thighs together only amplifies this. Before you can complain again, he’s pressing his large hands to your inner thighs and spreading them apart, licking his lips at the sight of your bare centre.

He adjusts himself once more and lets the tip of his cock rest against your clit, rubbing against the sensitive bud just to watch you writhe and whine under his touch. He wants to ruin you, and absolutely send you into the bliss of your orgasm with shaking thighs and rolling eyes, but he also wants to make love to you, as he promised.

Somehow, Mingyu manages to restrain himself from pounding into you and guides the tip of his cock to your entrance. You can feel his girth stretching you out as he begins to slide himself in and your feet immediately move behind Mingyu’s back, locking your ankles together and slightly pushing into his muscle.

The sight above you is almost enough to make you orgasm; Mingyu’s face is contorted into utter pleasure, his eyes are screwed shut and adam’s apple bobbing madly. Only once he’s bottomed out inside you, his cock twitching and abs contracting, does he open his eyes to get a look at you, and boy does he regret it with how good you look.

He takes a moment to let you adjust to his size, watching as you whine and writhe and beg for kisses (which he happily complies with). When he is happy that you’re comfortable enough for him to move, he lets himself slide out slowly, the tip of his cock the only part remaining inside you. With one swift movement, he pushes himself back in, your moan being like music to his ears.

“S-so big…” you mumble out, mind now lost in the haze of chasing your orgasm. Mingyu takes a shaky breath and feels his stomach grow tight. He didn't think he had a size kink, but hearing you almost incoherently mumble those two words had him rethinking himself and his kinks.

“Yeah, that’s right, I’m big, huh?”

Mingyu feels his ego swell when you hastily nod your head, arms tugging harshly against the silk restraints. He speeds his hips up a little, revelling in your sharp whines and soft moans. At this point, he’s holding a steady pace but doesn't think he will be able to for much longer with how you’re squeezing around his cock.

He slows his pace down slightly, brushing off your whine of annoyance when he reaches up and undoes the silk tie and releases your wrists from their confines. He tosses the silk behind him and locks his lips with yours once again, your hands snaking their way behind his neck and pulling him closer.

It’s a mix of warmth and passion, sprinkled in with a touch of lust and need. He’s still thrusting into you steadily, hands going behind your back so he can keep you as close to him as possible. He doesn't want to let go of you, and you don’t want to let go of him. While you don’t make love often, the times you do are that much more special because he shows a side of intimacy of him he rarely portrays.

“I love you…so so much,” his voice comes out as a soft groan and he stills inside you temporarily, the feeling of being inside you and being near you filling his body up and making him feel so overwhelmed with love that he has to bury his head in your neck to stop his emotions from overflowing.

“I love you too, Gyu,”

That one sentence was all it took to form tears in his eyes, and him crashing his lips into yours again to try and hide the fact. You didn't notice the tears at first until your kisses began tasting slightly salty and much wetter than before. After briefly opening your eyes, you notice tears streaking down his cheeks and pull yourself away from him to comfort him.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Just…love you so much.”

His words, although simple, were enough to have tears welling up in your eyes as well. You didn’t have too much time to dwell on his sweet words though, as his hips begin to pick up their pace and your mind turns to mush.

The only sounds filling the room are yours and Mingyu’s moans, and the slapping of his flesh against your own. With each thrust, you can feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm, and the knot inside your stomach is only growing tighter with each second. You feel as if Mingyu is close too, judging by how his thrusts are starting to grow sloppy and his whines increasing in pitch.

Without a single word spoken between the two of you, you reach your climaxes together. You feel the knot in your stomach explode and temporarily lose your vision, meanwhile, Mingyu buries his head in your neck and sucks a hickey into the flesh to hide how loud he’s groaning.

You can feel his cum filling you up and spilling from your cunt, and as he removes his cock from inside you, the warmth of his seed floods out of you and onto the sheets. In typical Mingyu fashion, he giggles at the sight and uses his discarded shirt to clean you up haphazardly.

When he’s cleaned you up, Mingyu rolls onto the mattress next to you with a small grin on his features and pulls you into his chest content sigh leaving his lips. You take a moment to bask in his post-orgasm glow, and your heart races when he opens his eyes and smiles so fondly down at you.

“Thanks for the birthday gift, baby, it was definitely my favourite one.” He comments, his hand coming up and caressing your cheek softly. He smiles when you lean into his hand, humming in appreciation.

“I would hope so, but say, why don’t we go for another round in the shower huh?”

“You didn’t even have to ask.”

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mimixmunson · 27 days

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https://www.tumblr.com/mimixmunson/749926441337192448/i-dont-want-to-bother-you-but-can-you-please-do?source=share

Inspired by this, what about eddie x strong reader, the type thats like tomboy/ kinda alittle built and eddie loves it because she man handles him and tosses him around in bed and theyre both always covered in bruises

Sweet submissive boy. Eddie Munson x female reader. Smut. Blurb.

(I went feral with this one, I’m also really fucking ill so if this isn’t up to usual standards I’m sorry!!)

You first found out Eddie was submissive by accident, your fingers intertwined in his curls as he was thrusting into you, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoed throughout the room with a soft background noise of the pair of you groaning into each other’s lips. As Eddie’s love grew rougher, you had to hold onto something so you gripped onto his hair and tugged. The moan that came out of him was something you’d only heard in dirty movies, you looked up at him, almost starstruck. “What was that?” You tease, smirking up at his flushed cheeks. He offers you a nervous smile and resumes your journey to orgasm.

The second time he made that noise was when you were wrestling. It was only a silly moment, you honestly thought he was playing with you when he moaned. He’s sat on your legs, peering down at you with a “what you gonna do about it” look in his widened eyes. With a giggle, you reach up and clasp your palm around his throat, squeezing the sides of his neck with gentle pressure. His eyes practically roll to the back of his head and you’re dizzy with dominance. You have him literally in the palm of your hand.

Eddie refuses to communicate about it though, you’d finally found the thing that makes your confident and theatrical boyfriend into a puddle of embarrassment. You didn’t know why he was so shy about it, it was adorable. It’s not like you don’t jump at the chance to take control either, it turned you on to see his pupils widen. He couldn’t hide how aroused it made him. To not be in control, to feel small, to feel pain.

After a girls trip out, you arrive home with several shopping bags. Eddie, eagle-eyed, spots the logo of the local sex store. Your girl friends insisted you’d go into the shop, you’d not put up a fight, curious to see what you could take home for yourself and Eddie. You pulled out a pair of handcuffs from the bag, dangling them on your index finger as they swung from side to side, putting Eddie into a hypnotised like state as he stared at them. His signature flush on his cheeks as usual, he takes his gaze off of the cuffs and up to you. Nodding enthusiastically. You squeal in excitement, grabbing his hand and rushing him into the bedroom with a beaming smile spread across your face.

The cuffs fit comfortably behind the headboard, you place them behind the metal bar and fasten Eddie’s wrists in. He looks a picture, staring up at you with his big doe eyes, non verbally asking you what you have in store for him. “Oh I’m gonna have so much fun with you Eds..” you tease, smirking down at him as you trace your fingers across his bare chest. “Ah-ah-ah” he pleads, writhing underneath your nails, “tickles!” He stammers, you smile in return. Letting up your accidental torment. “Sorry baby, I wanna make this good for you. I know you like this. Like it a little rough don’t you Munson?” You breathe out, adamant in your words. He nods his head helplessly, with a pretty pout plastered on his lips.

You palm his erection, the tent shape growing in his boxers was hard to miss. He pants, pulling at his restraints at the first brush of your fingers against his underwear clad cock. Your index finger circles around the head of his dick teasingly, his tongue slips out of his mouth and he whines for your lips on his. You grant him his wish, lifting his head onto the palm of your hand and yanking at his hair, pulling him into your lips for a passionate kiss as your tongues fight for power. Your tongue over takes his easily, Eddie’s left a moaning mess underneath you. A bead of precum dribbles from his cock, soaking through his boxers. You eye it and giggle.

“Desperate boy, so desperate for mommy aren’t you?” Eddie’s face lights up, and you immediately know you’re correct. “Mommy’s” he mouths, too shy to speak the words. “That’s right baby. Now mommy’s gonna make you feel real good.” You pull his underwear down to his ankles, sliding them off him. You grip your fist around his cock and Eddie tries to thrust up into it. Your fingers ghost around his sensitive happy trail as he fucks your hand, your nails teasing around his waist sending him into overstimulation. You lick a stripe up from his sack, up his shaft and swirl your tongue over his slit. “Mommy” he whines, “you’re close aren’t you baby?” You observe.

“Please please, please..” Eddie whines, his voice hoarse from begging. He’s desperate to cum, tilting on the edge of orgasm. His cock throbbing in your fist as you jerk him tightly. “Cum for mommy.” You tease, your lips lifting up into a smile. He throws his head back, his brown curls littered over the pillow as his cock leaks out his pearlescent cream. It shoots out of him in warm ropes, spilling onto your hand and up onto his tummy, soaking the hair of his happy trail.

“I knew you were mommy’s little bitch.” You coo, moving the hair from his face and uncuffing his wrists. Pulling the exhausted boy’s face into your breasts to rest. “Did so well for me Teddy. Proud of you.” His face nestles into your skin, and he mumbles sweet nothings under his breath until he floats back down from subspace to reality.

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milktoastey · 1 year

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Thinking about slightly delulu, virgin Bakugou who dry humps his pillow thinking about touching you. He’s panting and whining with the door locked and the lights off. Cursing and whimpering under his breath, eyes tightly shut. “Gonna fuck that pretty face s’good. Squeeze this cock so fuckin good.” “Ah-I know you like m-me too. I know you want it. I know- you want me ah ah shit baby.” “Such-such a slut f’me. Ah ah agnh nobody else.” You were just so perfect. For him. You wouldn’t look good with anyone else other than him, no one could make you feel as good as Bakugou. He knew it as an irrefutable, unquestionable, clear-cut truth. You were the perfect match.

He knew no one could ever protect you like he could. Protect your pretty curves and your lewd body. If not him, then who? Who could take care of you and look after you like he could? He deserved you. Deserved your soft touches and your affections, you in his room under his sheets, your tits bouncing while he creampied you, fucking his kids into you, your pussy clenching around his dick- your virginity. It was all his. “Mines. All mines. M-my pretty girl. C’mon m’ so close, I-I please. Please. C-c’mon baby- I’m so close to cumming. P-please.” If he could just get you alone, get you to confess. Admit that only he was worthy of your attention- your body. Your love, “I-I love you. I love you baby. I know you love me too. Right? Right?” He imagined your response, breathy and whiny and filled with utmost sincerity. You would shake your head. Completely drunk on his dick, with tears in your eyes, telling him over and over again how much you loved him. Praising him, and telling him how perfect he was for you. You would kiss him, leading him by the hair, softly and sweetly. “L-love you. S’much. So much.” And then he was cumming, panting softly, already curling in on himself. The swollen, pink tip of his cock was gushing white stickiness against his boxers. It soaked through and the hot wetness dribbled down his legs. It was all so sexual, how could he even dare to look at you the following morning? Knowing he humped his pillow to the thought of your bouncing breast and creaming pussy. Moaned your name with the thought of your waist and the flare of your hips in mind.

He crumpled into his sheets folding in on himself, his dick was still spasming wildly, and his hips were twitching. He wondered if you fucked yourself the same way he did to himself. If you humped your pillow, rubbing your wet pussy against the fabric. He wondered about the noises you would make, the things you would whisper under your breath. How your tits would bounce while riding your pillow, imagining it was his cock instead. How you would slip your shirt and bra off, with your fingers in your mouth, and start swirling them around your pert nipples. Holding on to your pillow and arching your back.

A hard tent reformed in his boxers, covered in slick. His abs instinctively flexed and even in the dark tint of his room he could see the wet spot on his underwear and sheets. “All her fault” He leaned his head back against his headboard, his righty slivering around his cock. He wish you were here. He wanted you so badly. He wouldn’t even know what to say. He would pull you in by the waist, and kiss you, and never let you go. Once he had you, which was only in a matter of time, he wasn’t ever not going to be inside you. Never taking his virgin dick from out your pretty face or your pretty pussy. He let out a breathy sigh and pumped his cock to you, when tomorrow morning came (shortly after he did) he woke up with a raging boner, now, you were invading his dreams too. Later that day, he completely ignored you and pretended your presence was nonexistent.

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pedge-stuff · 9 months

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I just had the worst and saddest possible day ever and all I wished was someone here, just to hug me under my cold covers. Can you please make something up with pedro and reader please?

I'm so sorry you are going through this?? I hope things have improved since you submitted this. Sending love your way.

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okay (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked,“ per usual.

a little, plotless shorty for your troubles.

thanks, as always, for everything.

TW: a very brief mention of disordered eating

summary: sometimes, you just need to be held.

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"I'm okay," you whisper. "It's okay, really. I just need a little bit."

Less than convincing.

There is a dip in the mattress behind you. Even with your eyes closed, covers pulled over your head, turned away from him entirely, you can tell he is settling against the headboard, atop the duvet.

Pedro doesn't speak. Doesn't touch you, either, but you're not really sure if you're grateful for that; sometimes, being touched when you're like this feels so intolerable, it takes your breath away. Other times, a soft touch feels like the only thing that can hold you together. Trial and error, involving a lot of shitty and unfair antagonisms, has taught Pedro to give you space before he gives you love.

This is why you suck, your brain supplies. Nothing more— your mind is too fucking tired to even dissect your insecurities properly. You just feel bad.

Not without reason; at least, not today. Three missed calls from your mother, with whom you are barely speaking to, anyways. (It turns out being engaged to Oberyn Martell is about the only thing that could cure her passive aggressive homophobia. A bit too late to be water under the bridge, at any rate.)

Three missed calls, and some really shit news.

So, you're in bed. Under the covers, hiding, as if 8:30 is a totally normal bedtime.

And things are decidedly not good.

The tears come, silent and steady.

A warm press of lips to the back of your neck startles you; hot puffs of breath where his nose is buries into the hair curled at your nape, just a moment, before pulling back. It does not feel as bad as you'd feared.

"Sorry," you croak, blindly reaching behind you; squeeze what feels like his knee, in what you hope is a marginally reassuring gesture. "I'm fine, baby, you don't have to sit here with me." Pedro is early to bed— neither of you are really night owls— but not this early.

He makes no effort to move. "Can I..." A tentative hand, between your shoulder blades.

You can't help the thin whine that accompanies your shaky exhale. Fucking pathetic. But you turn, slowly, rolling over to face him. You'd assumed he was up against the headboard, but he's shifted down now, head on the pillow beside you.

Smiling, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

Wordlessly, he tucks an arm over your waist. He's always been strong, biceps as thick and sturdy as tree limbs, but the Gladiator training has added a layer of muscle just about everywhere. (Including his stomach. Abs are slowly stealing the small belly there, and while you're proud of the work he's putting in, you secretly miss the softness.)

"I don't know what you're thinking," Pedro whispers, mouth brushing against the top of your head. "But I'm so sorry, honey." He rubs the length of your spine, brow furrowing at the feeling of unfamiliar protrusions. Stress and an irregular schedule has sent good eating habits by the wayside; your body is shrinking, while his grows.

It's been the shittiest fucking month. He's been gone, you've been busy, and neither of you have gotten enough of the other. Back in New York three days now, but this is the first night you've been able to stay in together— and, of course, you've ruined it.

"Just happy to be with you," Pedro says, as if reading your mind. "Maybe this strike'll last forever, and I'll never need to go back to Morocco. Sorry, Paul Mescal."

You laugh, despite yourself, thick with tears. "I'm gonna miss the fan selfies, I think. What're they calling you? Pee-paw?"

Pedro groans, punishing you by pulling you tighter against him. Your face is squashed against his chest. Not a hardship. He smells clean, spiced. Familiar. Comfortably, and safe.

"You're engaged to the oldest man on the internet," he laments. "In Twitter years, I'm dead."

The squished hug is short-lived, breaking as he rolls back, gently, to get a better look at you. Cups your face, puffy and wet and gross; brushes twin thumbs over your cheeks, with a fond smile.

"There you are," Pedro whispers.

"I'm okay." Another sniff, but the threat of tears seems to have subsided. Today was shit, but it's over now; you're here, together, with nothing but time and sleep ahead of you.

"It's okay that you're not, sweetheart."

But you are. You're with him.

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marvelmusing · 1 year

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Hot Chocolate

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Reader

Summary: Aleksander has been struggling to sleep recently, so you decide to give him a treat to lift his spirits.

“What’s this, my love?”

Aleksander observes the tray you’re holding carefully, studying the contents as you step into your shared bedroom. Despite his curiosity, he cannot help but admire the way your nightdress fits perfectly over your body, delicate fabric brushing against the floor as you step closer.

He is already dressed for bed, a black robe hanging loosely over his shoulders as he stands on his side of the room. He pulls the covers back for the two of you, adjusting the black pillows as he awaits your response.

“I know you haven’t been sleeping well.”

He stills for a moment at your words, avoiding your eyes as he brushes his hand over the dark bedsheet to smoothen out some nonexistent creases in the fabric.

“Have I been disturbing you?” he asks slowly, his words heavy with self-accusation at the thought of his restlessness keeping you from your sleep.

“Of course not,” you answer quickly.

He watches as you sit down on your side of the bed, placing the ornate tray down in the centre of the mattress.

“I thought a little treat before bed might take your mind off things - and help you rest easier.”

A soft smile tugs at his lips as he sits down on the bed beside you.

“That’s very thoughtful of you.”

It’s only then that he finally pays full attention to the contents of the tray. He finds two steaming cups accompanied by saucers, topped with whipped cream and a light sprinkle of cocoa power.

The sweet scent of chocolate fills his senses, his mouth watering at the thought of a taste. As you observe his reaction, you smile and pick up a cup, offering it to him.

“Careful, it’s hot,” you warn him with concern in your eyes as he lifts the cup to his lips, saucer settled in his other hand.

Aleksander takes a tentative sip, a hum of delight in his throat as he swallows his first mouthful. The cream is light and sweet as it melts on his tongue and the hot chocolate itself is the best he has ever tasted.

He blinks at the cup in surprise at how good the taste is, and you laugh softly at the look on his face. The smile twitching at the corner of his mouth widens at the sound of you laugh.

With the war going on, luxuries like this are rare, and Aleksander doesn’t typically indulge in such things for himself. Still, he’s curious to know how you pulled off such a wonderful creation.

“How?”

There’s a prideful glimmer in your eyes and he knows you had been hoping he would ask you about this.

“The Queen uses cocoa powder for her nightly face mask - a unique blend from Novyi Zem. Genya managed to get some for me.”

“And the cream?”

“The new chef at the Grand Palace is particularly fond of sweet treats - I might have offered to show her our kitchens in exchange for this.”

He leans forward, pressing an appreciative kiss to your cheek.

“Thank you, my love.”

“You’re welcome.”

The two of you sit in companionable silence, leaning against your headboard, shoulders touching, as you drink from your cups.

Once you’re both finished, Aleksander internally admits that he feels more optimistic about sleeping soundly beside you tonight.

His heart flutters as you trace your thumb over his upper lip before you circle the pad down against his lower lip.

Warmth spreads over your cheeks when you see the look on his dark eyes as you withdraw. While you attempt to explain yourself, the corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk.

“You had some cream on your face.”

He nods, leaning over towards you.

“You have some too.” As you reach for a napkin, he settles his hand over yours. “Allow me.”

Aleksander cradles your face in his hands, ducking his head down for his lips to meet yours. He sucks your lower lip between his, tongue tracing over the sensitive skin there.

“All gone.”

“Are you sure?”

The corner of his mouth twists with a teasing smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Now that you mention it, I think there is a little more. Here.” He presses a hurried kiss to the corner of your mouth. “And here.” Another kiss to your cheek. “Here too.”

Soon, he’s settling a flurry of kisses over your face and you’re giggling at his antics, sliding down onto your pillow to escape him. He laughs warmly and you realise you had almost forgotten how wonderful his laugh is.

His halts his attack, his nose brushing gently against yours as he withdraws ever so slightly and you thread a hand affectionately through his hair. He looks down at you fondly, tracing his fingers over your cheek then along your jawline.

Holding your chin between his fingers, he tilts your head gently upwards, bending down to leave a soft kiss against your lips.

“Thank you for this,” he murmurs softly.

“Anything for you, Sasha.”

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gosmigenergy · 8 months

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KINKTOBER 2023 / Day Ten

( Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x F!Reader )

ANAL SEX / KISSING / CRYING

Summary: Santiago finally deems you fit and ready to take it up the ass.

Day Ten of @absurdthirst's Kinktober.

Rating: Mature 18+

Warnings: Anal, rough sex, biting (blink and you’ll miss it), Dom!Santiago turning into Soft!Santiago? No use of Y/N

Word Count: 2.6k

Notes: Will did mention that Benny would be interested in anal, Benny admittedly does not have the patience to train you so you asked Santiago.

You knew this day was coming.

Santiago had been training you for months. The pair of you were tentative at first, you didn’t want to rush things and neither did he. Then, whilst you lay entangled together, he said it.

“I think you’ll be ready to take me next time.”

It was still surprising to hear after all that time, Santiago was going to take you up the ass.

There was no polite way of putting it.

You were on your hands and knees on his bed, a fluffy blanket soft underneath your skin. It was a staple during your ‘sessions’, you made a fleeting comment about it looking and feeling like Will’s. Santiago had sent him the link, it’s waterproof he said and suddenly, it made a whole lot of sense.

A load of cold gel hit your tail bone and you shriek. You hear him chortle behind you.

“You could have warned me,” you peek over your shoulder.

“I thought you’d be used to it by now.”

Santiago loved watching you squirm, it was such an easy thing to do. You huff as you turn back and focus on the headboard, closing your eyes as his hands rub the lube around your ass cheeks.

You heard the spurt of the bottle before his hand returned. He teased your puckered hole with two coated fingers and your muscles retreated.

“You need to relax.”

You laugh nervously, “I’m trying.”

He gives you some time to breathe before the tension in your ass softens. Circling the area, he eased his fingers in and coats the ring of your hole. He pulls out, the vinyl snapping as he yanked the glove off his hand.

Mentally, Santiago couldn’t get passed getting his hands dirty though he was well aware you were clean. You didn’t mind, the vinyl actually made the process of training easier.

The bed shifted as he tidied the space before returning.

There was another spurt, the hitched breath as he covered his cock with lube and pumped. It wasn’t like he wasn’t already hard, he was always adamant on foreplay.

He crawled over you, pressing his chest to your back, his hard on slotting perfectly in between your ass cheeks. His hands rest on top of yours, fingers entwining. A kiss comes to your shoulder then another before he nuzzled into your neck.

“You gonna be a good girl for me?”

You look at him, “Aren’t I always?”

He tips his head, not always.

You pout jokingly until he comes closer, gifting you a kiss. He presses his lips firmly against yours, softly jutting his chin so you push back. His teeth sink into your bottom lip and he tugs gently before letting you go.

“We’ll take it slow.”

Santiago leaned back and rested on his heels, a palm running along your spine, guiding itself to your hip. He takes a handful of your ass and spreads you open.

Your heart is picking up speed, your breaths notably quicker.

“It’s just like before.”

He says that but it’s not quite the same.

Most of the items he’d inserted into you were inanimate bar his fingers. There were the training plugs, the pretty plugs, a toy or two. This was going to be his girth, his weight, his pulsations.

Taking his cock in his free hand, he brought the tip to your tail bone and dragged it down.

All your thoughts stop.

You sigh, eyelids fluttering shut as you tilt towards him, his cock nudging a little harder. He sees your breathing steady as he swipes over and over, your back falling a fraction. He lines himself up before pushing in, your hole stretching over his swollen tip, snapping back once he passed the threshold.

He doesn’t move any further when he heard your meek grunt after he entered. His hand stretches, releasing the meat of your ass. He allows you to adjust to the feeling of him inside, rubbing your hip as your muscles contract.

It’s not as bad as you first thought. The initial entry was always weird, the strain against that tightness, something coming in rather than going out. Yet the burn subsided and there was nothing but the warmth radiating from his tip.

“Want me to keep going?”

You nod.

His eyes narrowed, you knew the rule.

“Use your words, honey.”

You looked at him doe eyed, lips parted, an innocent expression. He was the perfect contrast, eyes black underneath furrowed brows.

“Please, Santi.”

Santiago took his hand off his cock, bringing both your waist. He guides you, sliding you along his cock until he fills you to the hilt. His hold loosened, fingertips brushing your skin as he brought them to your ass and parted your cheeks.

His pleasured moan was husky.

You could see how the moment had took him, eyes closed, stomach and chest rising as he tried to calm his mind. A smirk came to your lips as you decided to take advantage of his bliss, you would gladly accept your punishment later.

Bringing yourself forward, the pair of you feel the drag of your narrow passage, your sighs in unison.

You back up unhurriedly, your inner muscles relaxing around his bulk. As you rock back and forth, you can hear his breathing change, the air puffing from his lungs as you graze every vein, touch every nerve ending.

Then it’s like the fog lifted, he realised what you were doing.

The next time you moved up his cock, he buried his fingertips into your frame and pulled you back sharply. You screamed as he snapped his hips forward, hitting you deeper, the slap of skin hitting skin fierce. Bringing a hand to your neck, he forces your back to bow and he feels your throat shift as you swallow.

Leaning over you, his mouth comes to the shell of your ear, his hot breath teasing.

“Did I tell you to move?”

“No, Santi,” your voice cracked. “I’m sorry.”

He sighs in a disappointed manner.

Easing his hold, you heave to catch your breath. He shuffles behind you before quickly removing his cock, he hears how you whine at the lose.

“I was going to go easy with you…”

The bed rocks as he shifts his weight. A hand pats your ass, an indicator for you to raise it higher and you do so. He grunts as he stretches to snatch the lube from the bedside before returning to you. Your gaping ass hole is greeted with more cold gel, purposefully place for it to drip inside and you bite your cheek to stop yourself from complaining. Throwing it to one side, he grabs one wrist and then the other, placing them in the middle of your lower back.

You’d learnt early on with Santiago that if he was in his dominant mind set, let him do what he wants, even if that meant your body being contorted in ways you’d never imagined.

He took the back of your head in his hand, clutching strands of hair for a light tug before he shoved your face into the mattress. He hooked underneath your belly, picking up your hips and pressing your lower and bottom half together.

You were shaking with anticipation as he towered behind you.

“Now,” he lined up the tip of his cock, a bead of precum clinging to the end. “Not so much.”

With that he blunged into you in one swift motion.

Your cry is muffled from the fabric entering your mouth as you’re forced into the bed.

He lets out a heavy breath before he pulls back and goes in again. Continuing at a relentless pace, holding onto your frame to steady himself as he squats over you. His heavy balls smack repeatedly into your pussy, your juices weeping as your arousal builds.

Twisting your head to one side, you see him looming over you.

He was scowling, the creases between his eyebrows prominent, his lips slightly parted to reveal gritted teeth. His sharp jaw was locked, the muscle of his neck taut enough to see the blood pumping through his vein, beads of sweat decorating his chest. And it’s as if he can feel your eyes on him.

Your eyes meet his, dark and hungry, lids low.

You blink slowly, eyes glossy as the tears threaten to come. Everything was overwhelming, the pleasure of anal, the strain in your thighs and back as you attempted to hold your ass in the air when all your body wanted to do was collapse. Your cheeks were flushed, the humidity of your heat stifling on the blanket, thoughts swirling.

His hips stuttered.

Unlatching his fingers from your flesh, he ran his palms over your arms and coiled them round your wrists. He squeezed three times, if you were anything like him, you didn’t have enough strength to speak.

He felt the pulsation of your wrist as you flexed your one hand three times.

Santiago still had that niggle at the back of his head, how much more could your upper half take at this angle?

He pulled your arms, your shoulders lifting centimetres from the bed. Letting go of one hand, he allowed you to release the tension and place a palm on the mattress, he did the same with the other.

“Thank you,” your voice was subdued.

As he dropped to his knees, he kissed your back as he expanded your angle, hugging your hips to his as he rested against his heels. After his last kiss, he bared his teeth and sunk them into a soft spot.

Of course, he had to show his dominance somehow, he didn’t want you to think he was going soft.

You give a sweet moan.

Straightening his back, he started to roll his hips to a solid rhythm. He glides in and out with ease, the resistance of your passage no longer present. When your arms stop aching, you slide a hand to your pussy, fingertips touching your clit lightly. You circle, matching his movements with the pat of his balls against your opening.

Now this was just right, this is was you wanted from the beginning.

“Look at you, taking me so well,” it sounded like Santiago felt the same. “I’m gonna pick the pace up, ok, honey?”

“Yeah,” you say breathily.

He slapped your ass playfully, “Good girl.”

Firmly taking your waist, his hips snapped to yours, his tip notching just a little higher. The hand on your clit falters as he knocks you forward and you grab the bed to correct your stance. Always attentive, it’s not long until it’s replaced by his callous fingertips, the friction rougher causing you mewl.

You bounce off him as he takes you over and over, the ripples travelling from your hips and up your spine, the spray of a cresting wave dancing over your skin. He slipped two fingers into your cunt and your whole body shakes.

Your asshole constricts and his movements pause as he growls.

He keeps his hand still, shifting his right leg to place his foot on the bed to attack you from a new angle. With a single thrust of his hip, he fills you to the hilt. Coiling his free arm around your chest, he buries himself further and you don’t know how you had more to fill.

Your breath hitches, a noise unable to escape.

His thrusts are short and sharp, grunts turning animalistic, his heat against your skin raising the hairs on the back of your neck.

“You ready to take a butt load of my cum?”

He keeps pounding, glancing to your face when he hears no response.

You’re almost there, mouth slack, eyelids struggling to stay open. At this moment in time, you didn’t care what the fuck he did as long as he did something.

His smile broadens, the lines coming to the side of his eyes because he knows this will be good. He moves his two fingers in a ‘come here’ gesture and strokes the soft spot in your cunt that utterly destroys you.

It’s the first time he’s seen your eyes roll into the back of your head as you scream his name, your stretched hole hugging him.

His cock practically explodes, his load thick and fast, spilling out of the sides. He heaved a rapturous sigh of relief, collapsing on top of you as the electricity shot straight up his back, dissipating over his ribcage. He grinds lazily into you for a few more strokes before he becomes completely immobile.

The pair of you bask in each other’s high, your bodies melting into one.

After a few minutes, the tip of his nose nudges at a shoulder blade. You prop up on your elbows, your head almost to heavy to lift as you turn to face him, bleary eyed. His eyes have gone back to their chocolate brown colour and as he rest his whisker lined chin to your muscle, he winks.

“What are you thinking?” He enquires before planting a kiss to your skin.

“That,” you pierce your lips, “if it’s like every time, I may be a more interested in taking it up the ass than I realised.”

A single eyebrow arched, “Well, I’m not one to brag.”

He turns his head to you as you giggle.

“Thank you, Santi.”

He looks at you out of the corner of his eye, a soft smile coming to his lips.

“Let’s get cleaned up.”

Pushing his weight off you, he pats your ass before pulling out, that final tug as his tip breaks from your firm hold. He slips effortlessly off the back of the bed and he waits for you to move.

You’re sluggish, joints beginning to protest but when you roll onto your ass to sit up, something else happens.

“Oooooh,” your expression skews.

His eyes flit over your body, hands rested on his hips.

“You alright?”

“That is not a good feeling.”

He tries to keep a straight face, “No it’s not.”

You scoot along the bed, holding the blanket, not wanting to make a mess of the bed. He offers out a hand and you take it, that uncomfortable appearance still present in the way you stood.

“Think you can make it to the bathroom?”

“Uh-huh.”

Santiago held you in the shower, rubbed the shower puff gently over your skin, taking extra care when he reach your asshole. He always handled you so delicately once he took you as hard as he did, featherlight touches meeting soft kisses. The towels were always fresh and fluffy, the clothes he passed you to wear new from the draw.

Though he never wears anything, he proudly struts around his place nude.

“Fancy something from Giovanni’s?”

You were draped on his sofa, scrolling for something to watch.

“Sure,” he passes you his phone. “Can I have dessert?”

“Of course, honey.”

He tucks himself under your legs while you both wait for food to arrive, his fingers drawing circles on your thighs. You don’t question what he’s scrolling through his phone for until he invites you to look at something.

“Fancy a new toy? My treat.”

“I wouldn’t say no.”

“How about this?”

He flashes the screen in your direction and you bring it closer. Your head cocks to one side at what you see, not because you don’t like it but because it seems an unusual choice for Santiago. It lacks leather and latex, hard metal and the colour black instead it’s cute. Sure, you like it, you just wondered why he chose it.

“You’ll look good in it, Bunny.”

The temperature rose in your cheeks.

Of course he knew, Santiago always knew.

#kinktober 2023 #triple frontier #triple frontier x reader #santiago garcia #santiago pope garcia #santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia x you #kinktober

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theragethatisdesire · 11 months

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fic-d here, please, i desperately need the smut abc for plug eren because i am OBSESSED with him.

and i also need to know exactly what kind of clothes he wears, for … unrelated reasons.

hiiiii mooty moot <3 can i just say i'm thrilled you asked this. fair warning for anyone about to open below the cut, this is going to be an absolute MONSTER of a post. and i'm going to love every second of writing it lol.

okay first, the outfits. plug!eren is very like, stoner/streetwear type. LOVES layers, lots of hoodies and flannels and jackets, always wearing Vans, really favors a graphic t-shirt (thrasher, anime tees, has a really impressive collection of vintage band t-shirts and limited-edition supreme drops) i shall attach some reference photos:

idk if this is even the right vibe, but just very casual, whatever-works type of clothes. owns like, two button downs vs his 1001 sweatshirts lol.

and now...onto the nasty stuff LOL enjoy lovebug

PLUG!EREN nsfw headcanons under the cut <3

A. Aftercare

plug!eren is 25, yes, but he's also kind of just a boy at heart lol. it takes him awhile to understand the whole concept of aftercare and just laying and spending time together after sex because he bounces back fast, and is already jumping up to cook dinner or get both of you ready to go to a kickback or something like, two minutes after. once you explain the concept to him, he develops a complex for awhile that he "hasn't been treating you well", and goes really overboard LOL but eventually it evens out. becomes a big fan of snuggling afterwards but would never admit it.

B. Body part

eren was a thin kid growing up, and he's super proud of all the work he's put in to change his body over the years. especially proud of his back, it's his favorite muscle group to work and the one he tracks the progress of the most for sure.

on you, plug!eren is an asssss man. like, he's the king of ass men. constantly running up behind you to land a light smack, grabbing it, holds it while you're cuddling etc. also loves your hips? like, he loves when you ride him specifically so that he can hold on tight and grab at the fat around your hips. i cannot overstate how much he loves it.

C. Cum

plug!eren def has a face-painting thing. he loves to cum in you, and it takes him a few hook-ups to tentatively throw out there that he'd love to cum on your face, but after you let him do it the once, it's over. wants to cum on your pretty face and take pictures of you all covered in him every time you fuck.

D. Dirty secret

being an engineering/architect student, eren's not bad with a pencil and paper. loves to sketch the human body as much as he loves thinking up random building designs. not going to elaborate much here bc spoilers....

E. Experience

LMAO plug!eren is absolutely ran through, so yes, he knows what he's doing.

F. Favorite position

for eren, it's a toss-up between doggy or letting you ride him, both of which stem from his thing for your hips and your ass. i think he would say riding him solely because you usually cum harder that way and eren loves watching you cum, but if it's winning out over doggy, it's only by like, an infinitesimal amount.

G. Goofy

it takes him awhile, but once eren's comfortable, he can be such a goofball during the act. like, will giggle with you when you bump your head on the headboard, full-blown belly laughing when he tries to shove you up against the wall and knocks a few picture frames down. once, one of the legs under his bed broke and you both laughed so hard about it that you couldn't even finish the act. absolutely had a photoshoot of both of you pulling ridiculous poses right beside the now-broken bed.

H. Hair

eren's not like, full-blown bush or anything, but i don't see him doing much more than just trimming. he's terrified of nicking his balls or something if he fully shaves LOL.

on you, eren would never tell you what to do with your body (again, ran through enough to know that's a big no-no when it comes to women), but i think he secretly loves when you're completely bare because he's really into watching how you take him. it gives him an unobstructed view, whether he's eating you out, fingering you, or fucking you, he loves to be able to see every bit of you.

I. Intimacy

plug!eren struggles with being intimate, and while he craves it, he hides it under constant rough sex. after you've been together for awhile though, you have a huge, blowout, nearly-break-up fight, and when he fucks you that night, he's slow and sweet and definitely not tearing up, whispering little i love yous into your skin while he rolls his hips against you. making love is definitely in him, it just takes him awhile to get up to that point.

J. Jack off

24/7. no question. this man's sex drive is unbelievable and honestly? sometimes you're too sore or just not in the mood, really. my favorite thing about plug!eren is that when you just can't go another round, he'll have you sit up all pretty and naked for him and just jack off staring at you, making you talk to him and tell you how good he made you feel. lovesick little baby.

K. Kinks

huge pleasure dom. "can't cum again" is not in eren's vocabulary- he knows you can and he knows he can make you, so what's the harm in one more? not sure if this counts as a kink, but eren's obsessed with the way you smell. not just like, your arousal, but your perfume, that little scent that everyone has that just smells like them really gets him going. every time he stays at your house he can't keep his hands off of you, loves to steal little things like a pair of panties or a dirty shirt just to have at his place for when he misses you. could get down with a daddy kink if you were into it. i struggle to think of the word for this, but he's just nasty. his favorite kind of sex is freaky, nasty, flat-out disgusting sex with cum everywhere and the sheets ruined. big marking kink, loves to leave bruises and hickeys all over you as well.

L. Location

plug!eren is very possessive, what's his is his, so not really into the public sex thing, but will take you absolutely anywhere he knows no one could catch you and get a glimpse of what's just for him. really into sex in the kitchen for some reason?? shower sex too, god that is his favorite, just having you soaking wet and pinned up against the shower wall. up against a wall in general, actually. again, he's worked really hard to get all these muscles, and it definitely gets him off how easily he can just scoop you up and fuck you in his arms. might be an ego thing but hey, who are you to complain?

M. Motivation

anything that reminds him you're his. like, if he catches a glimpse of his hickeys on your neck under your makeup? you're going home from dinner early. you're walking around in one of his tshirts? he's bending you over the counter and you're not taking that shirt off for a second. eren's also a very detail-oriented person, so if he tells you he really likes red lipstick for example, and you wear it the next day, he knows it's for him and for some reason the thought of you choosing something to wear that you know will turn him on makes him feral. you're his pretty little thing, and he loves when you show off a little for him. LOVES lingerie. like, the complicated, full-set bells and whistles of garter sets and stockings and the whole thing. embarrassed at first because he can't figure out how to take any of it off of you, but when you just smile at him shyly and pull your panties to the side, he debates leaving you there to go buy an engagement ring LOL.

N. No

surprisingly, anal. eren's very well-endowed and a girl he was seeing for awhile talked him into anal, and even though they prepared well, she was still in too much pain to really enjoy it and it scarred him a little bit. he likes to hurt you within reason, but that's crossing a line for him, so no more than a finger or two and even then, only if you really want it.

O. Oral

LOVES GIVING HEAD. like, could die happy between your legs, it's his favorite part of sex type of loves giving head. has to beg you for it, but his favorite is when you ride his face. also loves receiving. really big into pulling out when he's getting close and having you finish him with your mouth. also loves eating you out after he's cum in you, then spitting both of your cum into your mouth. again, he's a nasty nasty man and i love him.

P. Pace

eren fucks fast and hard, especially once you've gotten used to his size. he has to ease you into it at first, he's not a total asshole, but once you've gotten adjusted, it's all gas no brakes with him. all those hours in the gym really pay off when he can have you bent over for what feels like an endless amount of time, crying and wailing under him.

Q. Quickie

weirdly, LOVES a quickie. totally gets off watching you limp off to work/class after he bent you over the bathroom counter in the middle of you doing your makeup just to make your legs a little extra-shaky for the day. you're both busy, what can he say? absolutely pulls your panties up with his cum in you and tells you to keep it in there for him.

R. Risk

eren's down for whatever you're down for. he's already fleshed out most of his kinks and fantasies at this point, other than a few things he really needs a committed partner for. it really turns him on when you take the initiative to shyly ask if you can try something, and when you come over one day tentatively holding out a pair of handcuffs? oh he's done for. the one thing he doesn't love is being submissive. he'll let you have your fun, choke him a little, ride him, etc., but he really isn't into being a full-on sub and being made to beg. i think that would be his other really hard no, come to think of it.

S. Stamina

eren is, again, ran through, so he's got some stamina. usually can last at least half an hour, sometimes he can even put himself off longer. he loves to try to go multiple rounds, but honestly, he wears himself out LOL. that doesn't mean you're off the hook though. eren might not be able to get it up, but he's got a mouth and some talented fingers and he loves to make you cum over and over just for his own entertainment.

T. Toys

toys are friends, not enemies! eren specifically loves your vibrator, it's small and easy to use in multiple different positions. his absolute favorite is to have you on top of him, fully seated and grinding against his hips, while he holds your vib to your clit. no chance of him getting enough friction to bust early, and he can make you cum at least two or three times like that until you're in tears and begging him to actually fuck you. yeah, that's his fav.

U. Unfair

eren's not so much of an intentional tease (bc he will accidentally work himself up too much and have to leave the bar early lol), but he's just so unintentionally pretty he doesn't have to try. i mean come on, he's beautiful and he's naturally so charismatic and flirty that he can tease without trying. and when you both get home and you're all riled up and pulling his clothes off, it's so entertaining to him. he loves when you tell him how pretty he is, how he got you all turned on just doing nothing but being himself.

V. Volume

plug!eren is a big dirty talker, but he's actually pretty vocal on top of that, too. loves to moan and groan and tell you exactly how good you feel, whether that's with a noise or his words. he's the loudest when you give him head, it just feels so good and he can't help but ramble on and on about how good you are to him. his "tell" that he's about to cum is when he starts rambling, words slurring together and it just seems like he can't shut up.

W. Wild card

eren loves when you're a little drunk, lowest of keys. not so drunk he's taking advantage of you, but when you let the responsible, professor mask slip and just really let yourself go and have fun, it drives him crazy. he loves seeing you happy, and in an honestly almost-perverted way, he loves seeing you go absolutely crazy with your friends. it just makes him so hard to see you uninhibited and dancing in the middle of the club like you own the place, all eyes on you.

X. X-ray

i think this was pretty well covered in the fic but.....yeah it's big. like, a solid eight inches, girthy, veiny, pornstar dick. eren's blessed and he knows it and uses it to his advantage. your favorite game together is to see how much of him you can get down your throat and eren's obnoxiously cheering you on like a coach. "you're almost halfway babe, have you been practicing on bananas or something?" "shut up eren! i'm trying to concentrate!"

Y. Yearning

okay i feel like it's basically canon that eren's ready to go at all times, no matter what, and plug!eren is not exempt from that. on top of this, though, he's really turned on by...idk, mundane things? like when you stretch with your arms over your head and he can see the outline of your breasts through your shirt, the curve of your neck, when you stick a pen through the bun on top of your head. like, the silliest things turn him on, only adding to his super high sex drive.

Z. Zzzz

eren's usually still bouncing off the walls right after, loves pillow talking and staying up late and discussing any topic he can think of under the sun. he's very restless as a person, so it takes him awhile to go to sleep, especially plug!eren. you usually fall asleep first. always has to go rip the bong a few times or he's just got 0 chance of knocking out, but he always sleeps better when you're snuggled up to him <3

#omg this is a MONSTER of a post i am so sorry to all #if you made it this far congratulations #i award u a gold star #THANK U FOR REQUESTING PLUG EREN FIC I LOVE YOU #much ado universe #much ado uni #eren #eren x reader #eren x reader headcanons

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this-world-of-beautiful-monsters · 5 months

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Another fic prompt that follows on from the previous but Solek embraces Teylan after they free him/he escapes back to them, he’s dressed more rda than ever and he’s covered in bruises. Teylan is conflicted.

(tw past noncon, past csa, trauma, age difference)

ao3

The other Sarentu keep close watch over Teylan in the days after he returns to them, ash in his hair and smoke trailing in his wake. They carry food in and out of his room, hover outside his door when he gets visits from the Anufi or one of the other Resistance medics, help him to the showers and refuse to let anyone else in until he's done.

So'lek watches them whisper together, lips close to each other's ears, or sign, a strange blend of human gestures adapted to fit four fingers and tail-and-ear movements that don't match any Na'vi sign language So'lek knows. Even Alma doesn't understand it, not that she would translate for him if she could.

Not that So'lek would want to translate, of course, to intrude. But...but he hasn't seen Teylan since they brought him back, and he is--concerned.

Four days after Teylan gets back (not that he's counting) So'lek finds the courage time to finally approach Teylan's door. Ri'nela slips out just as he draws near, shoulders tightening.

"You'll have to come back later," she says. "He's resting, he--"

"Ri?" Teylan calls from within. "Who's there?"

Ri'nela opens her mouth, but So'lek is quicker. "It's So'lek," he calls, and instantly starts to doubt himself. "I can come back later--"

"No, no, it's fine!" He can hear rustling movements, blankets being tugged. "Ri, let him in." A beat. "Ri..."

"Fine." Ri'nela moves away with a huff, watching So'lek enter carefully. "Yell if you need us, okay?" she tosses into the room, and then she's gone, tail twitching in her wake.

"Sorry about that," Teylan says, as So'lek closes the door behind him. 'They've all been a bit...overprotective." He snorts a jagged laugh. "Or maybe I should say paranoid."

He's sitting up in the bed, sheets pulled high, but not so high that So'lek can't see he's still wearing RDA clothes, albeit freshly washed. His cap is off, for once, resting on a desk next to him, and his hair is damp, like he's just gotten out of the shower.

There are bruises on his arms, along his throat. There are bandages where he had to cut out his own tracking chips after he blew up that base.

"I see you," So'lek says, gesturing tentatively.

Teylan opens his mouth, closes it, looks away. "Hi."

Not sure what else to do, So'lek crosses the room and carefully settles onto a heap of pillows at Teylan's side. He can see something on the bed besides Teylan, one of those human iterations of songcords that Priya calls a book. If he looks at it carefully he can decipher the Sky People writing on the cover, the words Growing Back Feathers: Aftermaths of Sexual Abuse for Survivors and Loved Ones.

"Sorry." Teylan blushes as he grabs the book and shoves it under the pillow. "Nor gave it to me, I don't...it was going around, I had some free time. It's stupid."

"It doesn't--I didn't mean to pry." So'lek fumbles for his pockets, trying not to accidentally pull out a stray dog tag or a grenade, trying not to think of the word sexual. "I wanted to give you this."

It might as well be a grenade for the way Teylan stiffens as So'lek pulls out the songcord. He presses back against the headboard, jaw tight, eyes darting anxiously over each of the tiny beads. "You found it?"

"After the battle." So'lek waits a long, awkward moment for Teylan to take the songcord before awkwardly setting it on the desk, next to the cap. "After you were taken." He clears his throat. "I am...sorry. That I didn't get to you in time."

"It's fine," Teylan says, in a way that sounds very not fine. He looks away, scratching his neck, and it's even harder than before to ignore the RDA logo stamped across his chest like a brand.

So'lek feels his tail wrap around his own leg, a child's anxiety, and does his best to ignore it as he speaks. "I can get you some new clothes--"

"No," Teylan says flatly. He squeezes his eyes shut, opens them to stare at nothing. "Sorry, but I don't...the bruises go everywhere. I don't want people to see that."

"There's no shame in bearing a warrior's wounds," So'lek points out.

"Warrior, huh." Teylan snorts, more bitter than So'lek's ever heard him.

"Yes, warrior," So'lek shoots back. "But if you wish, I can find you something else." Far be it from him to judge a Na'vi for wearing Dreamwalker garb, and there's probably something of Alma's (it's not like she's using it anymore) that will serve until Teylan heals.

But Teylan shakes his head, ears limp. "That's what the others said, but I can't--" He fiddles with the collar of his shirt, jaw tight. "I made them wash this instead, when I got back. It's not safe to wear anything else, not right now. He'd be...he'dmad. If he finds me, and I'm not wearing what he gave me."

Inhale. Exhale. So'lek chokes down the sudden, sharp urge to weep. "Teylan--"

"I know," Teylan growls, hunching over himself with a groan. "I fucking know, okay? Everyone says it, they all said he's never gonna touch me again, but they said it before and I don't--I can't--" He shakes his head, ears flapping like he's trying to ward off bugs. "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like I'm crazy, like I'm stupid." Teylan's hands tap frantically at the bed, tail lashing. "I'm not crazy--I'm not, I'm not, I'm, I'm, I'm..."

"I believe you," So'lek says firmly. "I don't think you're crazy, Teylan, but he will not touch you again, I swear it. And one day, you'll be able to believe me."

"You're..." Teylan lets out a long, slow breath, then another. So'lek breathes with him automatically, watching Teylan's chest rise and fall, rise and fall.

"You're probably right," Teylan admits, slowly uncurling. "But I can't--I can't. Not yet. Do you get that?"

"I think so," So'lek replies, honestly. He shifts slightly in place, then makes the offer before he can change his mind: "May I...hug you?"

Silence, so long that So'lek starts to think he's made a serious mistake. Then Teylan turns to look at him, frowning. "You mean it?"

"Of course." Teylan is well aware how sparing So'lek is with embraces, he has to know So'lek wouldn't say such a thing flippantly.

"O-okay, then." Teylan leans down slightly and So'lek reaches up, carefully wrapping his arms around Teylan's shoulders. It's an awkward hug, especially since he can't climb onto the bed with Teylan--something tells him that wouldn't be appreciated, not right now.

(Teylan smells odd, a blend of foreign and familiar, his heart thumping gently as it presses against So'lek's chest. His palm brushes down So'lek's back, stirring warmth in his belly, and he firmly pushes those sensations away).

"You gotta let me go," Teylan murmurs suddenly, and So'lek obeys immediately.

"What's wrong?" he asks, worried he's made a mistake.

"It's nothing! I just, I need to make sure you would--it's fine." Teylan fumbles along the desk, grabbing, seemingly by accident, the songcord. He pulls it to his chest, over the RDA logo. "It's okay."

So'lek settles back, crossing his arms over his chest, trying to settle himself. "John Mercer," he announces decisively, "is a dead man walking. You and I will make sure of that."

Teylan rolls his eyes. "You always say the nicest things." But he's smiling as he says it, fingers brushing back and forth over the songcord like he's polishing a treasure.

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diorleclerc · 2 years

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I don't know if you have already done this, but how about sexting with Charles? 🫣🫣

ooo i have but it was really short so i’ll add onto it and i hope you don’t mind that i changed it from sexting to facetime sex [x]

once the call was switched over to facetime, he could see you sitting against the headboard.

you were wearing one of his button up shirts with all the buttons popped open, showing the black lace set you had underneath.

the lace set that you took some teasing photos in and sent to him earlier. and you weren’t done with your teasing yet.

“you look a little frustrated baby,” you giggle as he glares at you.

“do you have any idea how hard it was to talk to people while my cock was throbbing from those photos?” he practically growled at you.

“so i take it you enjoyed seeing them?” you continue.

“what do you think?” he asks before flipping the camera, letting you see the tent in his pants.

“hm i don’t know… i think i need a better view,” you say.

he props his phone up on a pillow before leaning back and pulling his cock out of his pants, letting you see how hard he was.

“your turn, love,” he says, his thumb swiping over his tip, spreading the precum around.

now it was your turn to set your camera down.

charles watches as you slip his shirt off your body, leaving you in just the lingerie set.

“don’t think it’s fair that i’m showing more than you, mon amour,” he says, his fist wrapped around his cock tightly as he slowly pumps himself.

“have some patience baby,” you tell him, slowly slipping the straps of your bra down your shoulders.

“i think i’ve been patient enough already.”

you decide that you’ve teased him enough for the night and slip the rest of your lingerie off.

when you spread your legs, he can see your folds glistening.

“looks like someone’s just as excited as me,” he hums, licking his lips at the sight of you.

“do you blame me? i’ve missed you,” you say with a small pout and he sighs softly. “i miss you too baby,” he says, watching as you teased your nipples between your fingers before they trail down between your legs.

“miss your fingers so much charles. mine can’t fill me up as well as yours do,” you sigh, parting your folds as you ran your middle finger between your slit.

“pretend they’re mine love. fuck yourself with your fingers the way i would,” he tells you.

you listen to him, rubbing circles around your clit for a couple seconds before sliding them down to your entrance. you pushed your middle finger in first, moaning softly.

“how’s that feel love?” he asks. “not as good as yours,” you whimper, moving your finger in and out of yourself.

“add a second finger for me.”

you do as he asks, adding your index finger and stretching yourself out a little more.

“f-fuck, need more,” you whimper. “yeah? think you can fit one more of your fingers?” charles asks and you nod.

you add a third finger, moaning at the stretch. you start to fuck yourself with your fingers while charles fucks his fist.

“i’m-i’m close,” you moan. “cum for me baby. let me see you cum,” he says.

you cum around your fingers then focus your attention on your phone screen.

charles’ hand was moving up and down his cock rapidly and after a few moments, his cum spurts out, covering his fist.

“miss you so much baby,” you sigh after you both catch your breath. “i know love. i’ll be home in a couple days,” he tells you.

you talk on the phone a little longer before one of you starts yawning.

“i’ll let you get some rest now love,” charles tells you. “mm, good luck tomorrow baby,” you say.

“maybe you can send me a photo for good luck tomorrow morning.”

#cl #charles leclerc blurb #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc smut #f1 drabble #f1 blurb #f1 smut #diorleclerc drabbles

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animeomegas · 2 years

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Someone already beat me to this idea but🤣

Royalty AU with Itachi and his bodyguard alpha, with a secret relationship that they have been keeping under covers for a long time but Itachi’s tired of it, tired of feeling guilty for loving someone and Ho-oh someone catches them in the act… Sasuke

Oooh, this would be so dramatic!!!! I love it!! @sarutobihyuga

Very gentle n-sfw below

Also, warning, Sasuke assumes there's some non consenual stuff going on, but it isn't actually. Blood as well.

"Are they too tight, darling?" you whispered, fiddling with the rope tying your secret lover's wrists to his headboard.

The room was bathed in a flickering candle light and you were both keeping as silent as possible. It was a song and dance you'd done many times before, but that didn't mean it was any less serious or dangerous if you were caught.

"They're perfect," Itachi breathed, looking up at you like you hung the moon and stars in the sky. "Have you got the blindfold?"

"Of course," you smiled, taking the velvet blindfold out of your pocket. "Are you sure about trying this?"

"Yes, I trust you and I want to try this."

Gently, you slipped the blindfold over his eyes, softly adjusting his hair around the strap. You had both been eager to try some sensory play, and now that Itachi was bare, tied up and blind folded, you picked up the feather from the bedside table.

"Okay, darling, I'm starting now," you said, eagerness slipping in to your voice. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," Itachi breathed out, arching towards you already. "I'm so ready."

And then the door opened.

"Itachi, have you seen my-" Sasuke walked in through the door you had obviously forgotten to lock but froze when he saw what was happening.

He saw you, shirtless, leaning over a naked and tied up Itachi, and obviously his mind reached a conclusion that he didn't like.

Sasuke's face twisted into a rage like you'd never seen. He pulled out his sword immediately, pointing it towards you.

"Get off him!" Sasuke hissed, hands shaking in rage.

"Prince Sasuke, it's not what it looks like-" you tentatively climbed off of Itachi and held up your hands. Your words didn't stop him and soon you had a sword pressing into the skin of your neck.

"Sasuke, stop, please," Itachi said, wrestling against his restraints. "Don't hurt them!"

Sasuke ignored him.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now?" Sasuke spat at you, growling fiercely.

"It was consensual," you blurted out, terrified. "I promise, Itachi asked me to-"

Wrong thing to say.

"You dare?!" he hissed, pressing the sword further into your flesh. "You dare to claim my brother asked you to assault him?! I'll kill you! I'll drag you out in front of everyone and behead you as slowly as I can before I display your head in the dungeons!"

"Sasuke, stop, please!" Itachi cried from the bed, voice panicked. A quick glance showed that he had managed to get the blindfold off, but one of his hands was still tied to the bed. He would only need a few more seconds to get out, but you could feel blood trickling down your neck and weren't quite sure you had a few seconds left.

"You will regret ever looking at him," Sasuke growled before opening his mouth and angling his head towards the door, presumably to call the guards.

"Stop!" Itachi finally wrestled his hand free and tackled Sasuke, dragging the sword away from your throat. "Stop! Don't hurt them!"

As soon as the sword clattered onto the floor, Itachi stood and ran his way over to you, immediately fretting over your injury.

"Oh goodness, this is all my fault, I'm so sorry," Itachi cried, hands fluttering around your neck.

You swallowed heavily, and took both of his hands in yours.

"It's alright, darling, it's not your fault, here," your voice was shaky, but you ignored it and instead grabbed a blanket from a nearby chair and draped it over him to give him something to cover his bare skin. Itachi wrapped the blanket around himself and leant into your chest.

Sasuke was now standing by the door, holding his sword once more.

"What have you done to my brother?" he asked, horrified. "How long has this been happening?"

"Sasuke, they haven't forced me into anything-"

"No, you won't get away with this," Sasuke shook his head, walking into the corridor. "Guards!"

#naruto #Au theme #sasuke #itachi x reader #omegaverse #a/b/o #royal au #n-sfw #headcanons #alpha!reader #hcs

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ghouletteanon · 1 year

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Mushy May: Day 21 - Body Worship

The moment I saw body worship as one of the Mushy May prompts I knew I had to write it. As always, prompt list for Mushy May can be found here, put together by the gorgeous @forlorn-crows.

Relationships: Aether x Cumulus

Summary: Aether ties Cumulus up so he can worship her like she deserves.

Word count: 751

Rating: Mature

“Aether,” Cumulus whines, trying to pull away and cover herself but the soft silk ribbons Aether had tied her hands to the headboard do not budge. Nor did the quintessence ghoul who was on top of her and slowly kissing a path along her arm. She is especially ticklish around her underarms, and she usually covers them as she does not like how they look in a sleeveless top, but with her hands tied up she has no choice unless she safewords out, but Aether knows better than to cross her lines. “Aether, please, you don’t need to do this.”

“Hmm, yes I think I do,” Aether disagrees with a smile. He does look happy, Cumulus can’t deny it, as he continues planting a trail of kisses higher and higher on her underarm. He gives the soft skin a tentative lick, before he playfully nips at the exposed underarm and Cumulus gasps, pleasure mixed with pain in her brain. She whines when Aether moves back, his face hovering only a breath away from hers as he looks into her eyes and says “You had your turn earlier and now it’s my turn to worship you like I want to. Like you deserve to be.”

Cumulus could not deny it, as Aether’s equally naked form is covered in love bites and his thighs bore bruises from Cumulus’ favorite paddle from where Cumulus had had her way with him the night before. She looks at his lips and tries to kiss him but Aether chuckles as he moves back so he is just out of reach. Cumulus is not sure what she is pleading for as she whines “Please, Aether.”

“Hmm, please what? Please, kiss me?” Aether gives Cumulus a quick peck on the lips, a small taste that leaves Cumulus just wanting more. Aether continues, kissing down Cumulus’ neck towards her other arm, leaving a bite right on Cumulus’ collarbone, working the skin between his front teeth to make sure there will be a visible mark.

Cumulus tries to do something, anything, to get control and rolls her hips upwards but once again Aether is out of reach, moving back to sit on his haunches. “You’re mean, Aeth.”

“I don’t think so.” Aether smirks, inspecting the mark he left. He touches it, tracing it with his fingers, before his finger travels lower. Cumulus watches how Aether’s finger traces her breast, moving his hand so his finger is only barely touching her nipple. He plays with it, tracing around it before finally pinching it and giving Cumulus the pressure that she so badly wishes for Cumulus struggles against the bonds, her back arching as Aether hums and continues playing her like an instrument. The pads of his fingers, calloused by the countless hours he has played the guitar feel sinful against Cumulus’ sensitive nipple as he leans down and takes the other between his teeth, biting down and then soothing with his tongue. Aether rests his cheek against Cumulus’ chest, looking right into her eyes even as his hand keeps lazily playing with her nipples. “You’re so beautiful,” flick, “so responsive,” another flick, “how lucky I am to be with you. I love you so much, all of you.”

“I love your arms,” Aether says, planting a kiss on both Cumulus’ arms, “I love how you blush all over your body,” Aether kisses Cumulus’ other collarbone and makes a mark to mirror the one of the other side. He moves his hands down, grabbing Cumulus’ breasts in his hands, working his thumbs over her pert nipples. “Lucifer knows I love your tits so much, they’re the best ones I’ve ever seen, both here and in Hell.”

“That’s a lie,” Cumulus insists, between gasps as pain again mixes with pleasure. “Yours are great too.”

“Still not as wonderful as yours,” Aether says but lets go of her breasts as he moves back so he can grab her waist. He starts kissing lower, his lips traveling down along the light trail of hair that starts high between her breasts and goes across her navel, straight down to where she has been aching for him the whole night. He stops in his tracks right before where she wants him, and he looks right into her eyes “Will you let me worship you, Lu?”

Cumulus hums in agreement, her words having escaped her, but he understands the hint as she hooks her leg over his shoulder, pressing him down so he can worship her with his tongue.

#the band ghost fanfiction #mushy may #cumulus ghoulette #aether ghoul #ga writes #unbeta'd

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minecraftmen · 2 years

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Hey there! i love your writing and was wonering if you could do anything with george and a reader who cant walk/is disabled? no worries if not <3

disabled!reader + GeorgeNotFound

reader is at the dteam house (relationships ambiguous) assumes reader has some means of moving around, but limited (vague)

You've just gotten settled in bed, when you realise- "Ah, shit."

A couple of questioning hums filter through your headphones, alongside the clacking of someone's keyboard.

"I forgot my gatorade," you sigh.

"Ha! Idiot," Sapnap chimes in.

You groan dramatically. "It's in the kitchen, can someone get it for me?"

"Hmph," George grumbles, "can't you get it yourself?"

The call goes silent. You wait a moment longer, wondering if it's a joke. "George...?"

"What?" You start to laugh. "Wha- OH." You drop your head into your hands, as your shoulders shake and Dream starts full-on cackling in your ears.

"George!" Sapnap yells through his own disbelieving chuckles.

George is spluttering, trying to defend himself. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I forgot, okay!"

"How did you just forget-" you wheeze, "that-"

"I'm sorry!! I'm sorry, I don't know, okay!" He's laughing too, now, totally embarrassed. You can practically hear the blushing in his voice as he tries to backtrack. "Y'know what, I'll get it, I'll get it! just-" his voice fades out as he walks away from his mic. The rest of you are still lost in giggles.

You take a few deep breaths in attempt to calm it down, but you're still lightheaded by the time George gets to your room with the promised bottle of gatorade. You almost start up again just at the sight of his red face as he hands it over. He scoffs, running a hand through his hair and scrubbing over his eyes.

You take pity on his sheepish look, and pat the covers to invite him to sit down. He does, landing heavily on the foot of the bed, but he still won't look at you. You pull your headphones down to your neck. "Sorry," he mumbles again. You accidentally let out another snort of laughter, and he groans and flops onto his back, legs hanging off the edge.

"No, no, it-," your lips twitch as you attempt to calm yourself, "you're just- your face, you look so guilty-" You duck into your hands again, shoulders shaking, and you hear him sigh heavily and flop around.

"I just forgot, I'm sorry, I dunno how, like-" he whines.

You drop your hands and smile at him sympathetically. "George, it's okay, it was funny! Brains are just, kinda funky sometimes, it's fine."

He looks at you tentatively, through his fringe. Studies you for a moment. Then lets out a relieved sigh, dropping tension from his jaw and slumping facefirst into the bed. "'Kay," he finally replies, into the blanket.

You figure that's the end of it, and George is just going to stay there for a bit. Him just existing in other people's spaces is common; he'll leave if he wants to. So you relax against the headboard, and pop open your gatorade.

Then you notice a long, tinny noise leaking from your headphones, still loose around your neck. You pull them back up.

"-uuuyys, come baaaaack." "They really just forgot about us, Dream." "Nooooooooooo nooo, come baaaaack." "They abandoned us for gatorade, and like, kissing or something."

You nearly inhale your mouthful of said gatorade, coughing as you choke out, "WH- WH AT?!" George emerges from his boneless flop and looks at you in concern.

Dream perks up immediately. "You're back!!" "Oh, now you decide to come crawling back, huh, loser?" Sapnap chirps. "What happened, too busy making out with Gogy to talk to us anymore?"

You make eye contact with George, take a breath and say, "No, that," another cough, but you're smiling now, "that's Dream's job." George's brows pull together again, bewildered, and he's demanding to know the context, while Dream starts to stutter and Sapnap turns indignant, defending SNF at the top of his lungs.

Yeah, you love these idiots.

#mcyt x reader #georgenotfound x reader #request #i am a firm believer in golden retriever dogboy dreamwastaken #yes they're all in the same house yes they're still just in a discord call lmao #that's just how they are #this was initially gonna be hcs but it was turning out very ranty #so if anyone wants righteous disabled anger like. that exists lmao

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Cub Part 11

Pairing: Roman Reigns X Reader

Synopsis: Roman, Seth and Dean are a pack of werewolfs. Protecting their city from the scumbags of the world ends up with a surprise when a victim left for dead imprints on Roman Reigns.

Part 11: The Morning After

When I woke, my pack was in the room. Roman and Dean were holding my hands while Seth sat on the foot of the bed gently rubbing my blanket covered lower leg.

“Hey! There she is!” Seth said, sitting taller as he saw me wake.

The meds had me groggy, but I could feel soreness all over my body.

“How you feeling?” Dean said at the same time that Roman asked. “How are you?”

The pain was bad, but my pack’s care warmed my heart. “I’m ok.” I answered but had to admit I wasn’t too sure about that. Roman stood, kissing me gently.

“Want something for the pain?” Roman asked.

I inhaled, surveying my body. If I didn’t move, it didn’t hurt. “Maybe just some Aleve or something.”

Seth popped out of his chair, coming back with two little pills and some water. “This isn’t gonna be enough.” he said.

“I’ll let you know if it’s not enough.” I replied.

Silence filled the room as I took the pills. Even just swallowing hurt. Seth may be right that I’ll need more than an OTC, but I’d hold off as long as I could. I tried to sit up but yelped when muscles moved.

“Hold on.” Ro and Dean both took an arm and helped pull me up. As I leaned back against the headboard, relief flooded me. Not from the Aleve, but from not moving. “Ok?” Ro asked.

“As good as can be expected.” I answered.

“So, you feel shitty” Dean said, and I had to admit it was the truth.

“Ok, shitty” I answered him. I could feel a bad emotion from Dean; one that seemed familiar, but I couldn’t name it. “What’s wrong?” I squeezed his hand and looked into his eyes.

Dean hung his head. “I’m so sorry. I did my best.”

Ignoring the pain, I pulled him onto the bed beside me. “What are you sorry for? You did it.”

Dean shook his head no and a tear fell from him, but Seth was the one who answered. “He’s upset that you woke while still changing.”

Puzzled, I looked from brother to brother to mate. “No. I didn’t.”

Roman pulled my hand up to his mouth, kissing the back of it. “Cub, do you remember when you first woke up? You were in a ton of pain.” Of course I remembered. I couldn’t forget.

“Yeah.” When nobody answered I said, “That was just after I turned.”

Dean shook his head no. “No. You were still changing. I’m so sorry.”

I pulled Dean closer to my side and tried to snuggle up to him…as much as I could with the soreness. “Dean,” When he didn’t answer, I repeated. “Dean, Look at me.” He reluctantly did. “It’s ok. It’s over. I made it through, because of you, and I know you did your best.”

Seth spoke up, “Like I said, Deano, you had a whole medical team helping you. It wasn’t just your decision. Cub doesn’t blame you. None of us do.”

That feeling. What Dean was feeling, I could identify it now. Guilt. “Come here” I motioned for Dean to hug me. “It’s ok.” I whispered to him. “I’m not mad. Not at all. Go ahead, read my mind or whatever you guys do.”

I felt Dean tentatively approach my mind. Truthfully, I had no idea what to do, but I willed my love and admiration to broadcast to his mind. It probably wasn’t helping, but I tried. Then I felt him relax. He saw… felt…. Whatever. He knew I wasn’t mad, and I felt his relief. He backed out of our hug a bit and pushed his forehead to mine.

There was a moment of pure happiness, followed by the thought that I didn’t deserve his love, my pack or this new life. Dean immediately tensed. “Hey, hey hey.” Dean said, putting a finger under my chin and forcing me to look at him. “Shhhh. Stop. Stop. You DO deserve us. We don’t deserve you.” I felt his emotions. He was calming, accepting, understanding.

I expected Dean to tell me I was over-reacting, I was overdramatic, I was being childish…. The same things I’d heard all my life, but instead, Dean felt love, care and acceptance. I looked at Seth and Roman, trying to sense their emotions. I tried reaching out to them with my mind, but they came to me instead. “Cub,” Seth said. “We love you. Even more now that we can read your mind. I’ve never met anyone so nice and sweet.”

“You’re absolutely perfect, Cub.” Roman said as he sat on the bed next to me, on the other side of Dean. Seth piled onto the bed too, sitting by Roman.

I could feel their honesty; their admiration; their love, and I broke down crying in joy. The guys soothed me, wiping my tears away and laughing in our joy.

“Never again, Baby.” Roman kissed my temple. “You’ll never feel unloved again.” He soothed.

Shay rushed into the room. “What’s wrong?” Seeing us all trying to group hug on the bed stopped her in her tracks.

Seth answered, “Nothing Shay.” He wiped a happy tear off his cheek. “Nothing at all.”

@mindofasagitarius @lclb13 @serenityfiretrash @lustyromantic @reigns-5sos @bigpsychicbagelauthor @omg-im-such-a-masochist @marlananicole @wickedsunfire @starwithaheart @spookys-girl @pitlissa22

#roman reigns #seth rollins #dean ambrose

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