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baby, put your back into it {Farleigh Start/Reader/Oliver Quick}

1/2: i'm gonna talk you through it [SMUT]

Summary: You're the daughter of one of Henrys, and known to be a snobby, entitled Princess of a woman; neither Venetia nor Felix seems to like you. Farleigh, however, claims that you and he have an ongoing arrangement. Felix says that arrangement is that you and Farleigh bitch together, then fuck like wild animals every time you hang out. Turns out you're even bitchier in person, and after a cruel joke played on Oliver by you and Farleigh at the Henrys dinner, he decides to take a bit of power back. Not that it goes as intended... nor that it goes completely wrong.

Need to Know: She/Her. AFAB!Reader. Established FWB Brat!Reader/Brat Tamer!Farleigh

Warnings: PWP!! smut; fingering, oral (F receiving), dirty talk, lots of arguing, reader is very very bratty, demeaning talk, bondage & restraints, explicit discussions around safewords (it does happen a little bit into the action but before anything major), pet name used for the reader "princess"

A/N: 4730 words. okay turns out i can write pwp. i cut out like 1.5k of background and you get the gist of it in the summary. there will be a part 2 thats heavy on the smut, but this trio takes a while to set anything up because they can't stop arguing. hints of farleigh/oliver. this was a lot of fun but again i can't stress how long its been since ive written full, proper smut, so id really appreciate feedback. <3 unedited, i love you.

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Fucking Farleigh Start. Oliver feels the fury as it burns and bubbles inside of him, stalking quietly through the halls of Saltburn. There, at the end of the hall, Farleigh's bedroom door, quiet and unassuming, and right next to it, Oliver's target; your door. Farleigh isn't the only one in the house who can wrap people around his little finger; he isn't the only one in the house who can get the Princess to kneel.

Trying the handle, he finds it unlocked, and eases the old, wooden door open.

"Farleigh was right," upon hearing your voice, bright, amused, and very much awake in the dark, Oliver jumps, "you're an A-plus lurker, I didn't even hear you come in."

"Was a nasty thing you did to me tonight," Oliver tries to regain some of his composure, some of the ire he'd built up on the way here.

"So you've snuck into my room, I assume you assumed I was asleep, to- what, wake me up and berate me?" There's something smug and biting in your voice, something that fuels the fury coiling deep in his gut, "that doesn't sound like enough for someone like you, tricksie, little, pauper boy." When you start to move from where you've been sitting up in bed, crawling to the end to sit on your knees as the moonlight streaks through your window and finally paints you in sharp relief, he sees you're already nude.

But even your stunning body in the moonlight cannot compare to the look on your face, the sharp, hungry, mean amusement he's never seen a person wear so well.

"Go on then, shout," your eyes shine dangerously in the moonlight; "don't you want Farleigh to hear?" They might have been right. You might be the devil. Your smile gets wider, and Oliver can only watch, rather transfixed, as you start rolling your hips with purpose, "or do you want him to hear something else?" He hears, quietly at first, a soft tap, getting louder as you keep insistently thrusting against the air, against the mattress, the sound of the bedframe hitting the wall behind it, the wall that you shared with Farleigh on the other side.

Then, all at once, you stopped. A loud, mean laugh is pulled from you as you pitch yourself back on the bed, kicking your legs out in front of you to hang off the edge, completely relaxed, completely exposed. You give a loud, amused sigh, looking up at the canopy of the four poster bed.

"God, you're such a little bitch, Oliver, Farleigh was so right," you snorted, "I was the one who actually saw you eating Venetia like your life depended on it, on the lawn of all places," you shook your head, "I don't know what you told Felix to get out of that one but I know what I saw," clicking your tongue, you raised your leg, pointing a foot at him, not even bothering to look at him, "now you won't even touch me in my own bedroom when I'm practically begging for it. I'm choosing to be offended about that; you've offended me, Oliver."

Slowly, your leg lowers, and you kick your heels idly against the end of the bed in the silence.

"Where do you get all your attitude from?" Oliver finally speaks, tone turning scornful as he approached you.

"The money," you fire back with ease, "which is why you always seem to have none." Then, in the furious silence that followed, you grinned sharply at the roof, still not bothering to look at him, "try harder."

When he touches your knee, his fingers gentle against your skin, you kick him hard in the thigh with your other foot -

"The fuck? Did you just kick me?"

"Yeah, and?" He can almost hear you rolling your eyes, "what did you think it was, the wind? Ghost of Grandma Catton?"

"Do you fuckin' want me or not?" He's still standing within kicking range, he learns too late. All the while you've never even looked at him, always looking at the ceiling, hands comfortably, casually behind your head. There's a smug grin on your lips now, something teasing and once more mean.

"Do you want me?" You respond, legs gliding open, an open invitation to your slick, moon-drenched cunt, "I thought you wanted to use me to get back at Farleigh," you said mockingly, finally looking up and meeting his deep, furious gaze. Propped up on your elbows, you give a grin that's all teeth, "wanted to show us who has the real power, that you can get us back for the stunt we pulled after dinner," you sat up further, intense, hungry amusement in your eyes that drew Oliver in to you, leaning in, his hands coming to rest on your thighs as you were almost nose to nose. Your voice lowers, gaze on his lips as your voice turns to almost a moan, "wanted to show Farleigh that you could take anything he thought was his; even me," and you start fake moaning, softly at first, but getting exponentially louder as you leaned back again, against the bed, arching and writhing from nothing, putting on a show that ended with you shouting - "Oliver's a fucking bitch!" At the top of your lungs, and cackling with glee.

Rage exploded within Oliver, and for a moment, overcome with a strange sense of betrayal at your demonstration, he smacks at your inner thigh with all the might he can muster. He can tell it stings, your laughter stops for just a moment, leg flinching up for just a second, but then you're laughing harder if possible.

"Your first mistake - of many - was letting her talk at all," Farleigh's voice from the door is frankly annoyed. You, however, gasp with delight, sitting directly up and looking at Farleigh with absolute glee.

"That's not his fault, I wasn't going to tell him," you pointed out, before looking down at your thighs, and Oliver's hands still on them, and the part of you that must have still stung from the slap, "why is your grip so soft?" You looked up at him with a derisive expression, and immediately Oliver's grip on you goes tight, nails digging into your skin; you're fucking laughing at him again, still, "awe, you're getting there -"

"Could you stop that already?" Oliver leans in, scowling at you. Eyebrows raising in mock surprise, you grinned with devilish intent.

"Stop what?"

"All that fuckin' talking you're doing."

"I don't know, can I -?" But then out of seemingly nowhere, Farleigh sits himself down at the end of the bed next to you, flush against your side. He's still in his crisp, white shirt, and black slacks, looking so put together next to your brash nudity. When his hand comes up to your jaw, barely two fingers beneath your chin to guide you, to have you looking him in the eyes, you have to bite your lip to keep yourself quiet. Both he and Oliver can see how badly you want to laugh, to make any kind of sound, but you hold yourself back.

"Okay, your fucking highness," Farleigh's voice is low and dangerous, full of warning, and Oliver sees you take a sharp breath in, gaze fixed on Farleigh's, "you don't get shit from either of us if you can't keep your dirty mouth closed." Though you nod adamantly, you puff out your cheeks, amusement in your eyes as you're clearly desperate to say something; "what?" Farleigh frowns.

"I have really bad news for you about what I have to do to suck dick," you point out, trying to keep your composure. It's not working, giggles are escaping you at a rapid rate.

"You are testing nerves I didn't even know I had," Oliver admits, desperately trying to sink his nails into you as hard as he could. If he could draw blood, perhaps that would be enough penance for having to endure your infuriating company.

However, it's Farleigh who speaks, lip curling with frustration as he smacks Oliver's hand away from the thigh closest to him. With a solid grip on that thigh, he pulls you leg close to him, forcing your legs wider, exposing you further.

"Then do something about it," he practically orders, and something about the tone sparks a kind of indignation in his chest, "you need me to talk you through it?" He snaps. This, however, quickly turns smug and mean as Farleigh leans in, nose to nose with Oliver and his building frustration with them both; "you know how to eat pussy, right?"

"You should both be very careful what you wish for," Oliver's eyes flash with a dangerous confidence as he sank down on his knees between your legs. You, thrilled and delighted by how the situation was no unfolding, lay yourself back on the bed with contented laughter, hands coming to rest confidently behind your head once more.

Farleigh watches Oliver with intense scrutiny, and for reasons he's not quite sure of, Oliver meets his gaze, refuses to break eye contact. His hand moves first, no longer holding your left thigh, he digs his elbow into your soft inner thigh, bracing his arm against you, forcing your leg further open and keeping it that way, letting him comfortably rest his hand with his thumb on your clit.

"Smart boy," you hum appreciatively, shifting your hips back and forth a little as his thumb is rubbing circles against your clit, "knows where the start button is." He takes his thumb off of you, much to your confusion. His gaze is still locked with Farleigh's. "Fucking hell, are you tired already -?" You sat up on your elbows, scowling at him, but Oliver looks sharply to you.

"Weren't you listening to Farleigh, princess?" Oliver asks, and there's something so deliciously satisfying about the look of flustered surprise on your face in this moment. Beside you, Farleigh huffs a laugh to himself and stands, pulling off his tie. Oliver's full attention, however, is still trained on your. Slowly, as he speaks, he again begins to rub circles against your clit, teasing, never enough proper pressure to be satisfying.

"I -" you started, but he immediately stopped again; out of the corner of his eyes, Oliver sees Farleigh's approving nod. Something about this all has his blood rushing in his fucking ears. You press your lips together, giving him a now expectant look, as if here, I've done what you've asked.

You're so wet, so wanting, ready and waiting, right thigh inching closer, leg curling around him, heel pressing insistently into his back. God you look so fucking good, he wants nothing more than to eat you like a man starving, tasting every inch of you -

"Give me your belt," Farleigh interrupts, and Oliver pauses, mouth literally an inch from your cunt, looking up at Farleigh like he can't quite believe him right now.

"Farleigh!" You exclaim with utter frustration, right leg lashing out to kick him, but he grabs your ankle and holds it tightly. With his free hand he makes an expectant, grabby hand at Oliver.

"Belt, now please." He practically orders.

"Use your own belt, Farleigh," Oliver nods to the belt Farleigh had just tossed to the side of the room, and Farleigh gives him a thin, unamused smile.

"Mine's nicer, and I don't want your cum on it," he explained with a mean, humourless smile. Oliver sat back for a long, furious moment, undoing his belt. The minute his hands were off of you, you tried to whine, but Farleigh, now just in his boxers, sat further up the bed beside you.

"This is overkill, I'll be good," you pouted, twisting to lay your head on his thigh, looking up at him with as pleading eyes as you could manage.

"You're not even being good right now," he pointed out; "both your thighs are over Oliver's fucking shoulders, and you haven't gone thirty seconds without saying something," but clearly you're pleased and flustered at being called out. Farleigh says your name more insistently, and you try and play innocent before he practically orders, "get your fucking legs off of him!" Like he can't quite believe you're still trying these tricks, even though you both seem comfortable in this dynamic.

"Oliver~" Farleigh then practically sings like a warning, gaze turning much colder as it falls back on Oliver himself, "where are we with that belt?"

"What's it for anyways?" Oliver finally pulls his belt free, awkwardly half throwing it to Farleigh, who does actually thank him, before his attention is back on you, bare and warm and wet and - "princess," he says suddenly before Farleigh can even answer his initial question, looking up, and you make a noise of acknowledgement, "you want me to touch you like I mean it, then keep your legs spread like you actually fucking want it," voice going low and sharp, immediately you widen your legs as best you can.

"Oh, he's good," Farleigh says, surprisingly appreciatively, watching as Oliver makes a meal of you.

Finally, finally, Oliver's mouth is on you, tongue gliding playfully along your slit, his nose continually bumping his thumb as it continues to work your clit, firmer this time. You hips wriggle and roll with him, desperate for more, growing frustrated with his teasing lightness.

"The belt can be for several things," Farleigh began, matter-of-factly as he began to loop the belt through itself, focusing on his task at hand, "if she insists on closing her legs, I'm not above using both belts to make sure she keeps them open - this bedframe's especially good for that -" a hot spike of desire passes through Oliver all at once, picturing you bound and open and begging -

"Oh, don't joke about that Farleigh, come on, you know I love that -" you actually whimpered, but Oliver, still keeping in mind the earlier warning, once more stops entirely. You gasp, as if betrayed, before remembering for yourself, actually whining, "you guys fucking suck," you whimper petulantly. For a moment, Oliver wonders if he really aught to be here, if this strange, psychosexual encounter was really worth it.

"You're fucking loving this," Farleigh countered without a moment of hesitation, saying it with such confidence that it almost surprised Oliver, "you just hate that you can't shut the fuck up for any amount of time, and that Oliver isn't actually as much of a little bitch as you thought," clearing his throat, Farleigh cast an evaluative look, before trying to shrug it off nonchalantly, "as either of us thought, I guess."

A moment of quiet stillness passes, and Oliver looks to you, face scrunched up with embarrassment, as all of Farleigh's words apparently rang true.

"Are you hourly, Oliver?" Farleigh then scowls, much to Oliver's confusion. Farleigh looks at him like he's a downright idiot, "the princess is actually being quiet, which means..." he trailed off pointedly. Oliver sat back on his heels, frowning at Farleigh for a long moment, his hands coming to rest on your knees. You, yet again growing incredibly unsatisfied, groaned into your hands.

"Not if you're gonna talk to me like that," Oliver takes a deep breath, sitting tall, gaze unflinching as he meets Farleigh's sneering gaze.

"Then fuck off, Little Orphan Ollie, we don't need you," he spits, "you should really feel lucky that you even got this far -"

"You're all talk, Farleigh," Oliver, with a newfound confidence, and his hands on you, rubbing small, gentle circles against your inner thighs with his thumbs. Farleigh's eyes narrow, but Oliver's smile turns knowing, "I know you can throw her around, and tie her up, and give her orders, clearly," he tips his head ever so slightly to the side, gaze slipping to you, to where you've still got your face covered by your hands, "but we both know no-one can speak for her, but her."

The faint, frustrated whimpering that had been escaping you this entire time goes dead silent. Oliver feels the way you go very still. Farleigh, realising what Oliver meant, also turned to look at you properly.

"'s your bedroom, princess," Oliver leans in, presses a kiss to your inner thigh, murmuring softly against your skin, "what do you think?"

"I think you're edging each other with psychosexual, power-play, bullshit-banter that's doing fucking nothing for me," you snap behind your hands, "and I'm gonna start kicking people again very soon," you warned. Farleigh rolled his eyes.

"Sit up," he sighed.

"No."

"Make a choice," Oliver told you, tone firmer this time.

"Also no." Your voice was sounding particularly petulant, and you even brought your knees together, closing yourself off in front of Oliver. After a long, vaguely irate silence, Farleigh takes a deep breath.

"Is something wrong? Are we at a yellow light? Red light?" He asks, tone far gentler, he leans over, fingers gentle against your hairline by your fingertips.

"Light... colours?" Oliver asks with genuine confusion. Farleigh is far less patient when he turns on Oliver, like he's frustrated to even be explaining this.

"Like a traffic light; instead of a safety word like pineapple, we have green - go, yellow - slow down, red - stop," said like he wanted to include duh, obviously on the end, but refrained, turning back to you.

"And... they're for her?" Intrigued and surprisingly endeared by the concept, Oliver leans forward with a little smile, resting his chin on one of your knees, looking between yourself and Farleigh. He watches you sigh, even with your hands over your face.

"How do you not know how safe words work? What kind of sex have you been having?" Farleigh's judgemental tone hits Oliver square in the chest, but before he can even answer, you finally sit up, expression wide and overwhelmed with frustration.

"Farleigh look at him; he's like if they made repression a person! He's been having the most boring, vanilla sex known to man - if any - and getting off in his spare time to things that would make God cry. Look him in the eyes and tell me I'm wrong -" Farleigh's gaze flicked to Oliver, who suddenly felt himself begin to flush scarlet, and had to sit back again, frowning at his hands. There was something about the shame at being so concisely called out that was... thrilling. Something about how clearly you could see through him, through his persona to the raw want at his very core, it was freeing. You sat up further, with purpose, grabbing Oliver's chin so roughly it shocked him, forcing him to look in your eyes for a long moment.

"You came in here with purpose thinking I was asleep; creepy, hot, deranged; I'm into it," you told him sternly, "I literally could not care less about you otherwise, you're nothing to me the rest of the time. You came here to put me in my place, I don't want you here if you can't do that." Fucking hell, Oliver can feel his heartbeat racing as you shove his face away, your expression almost bordering on disgust.

"So you're..." Farleigh, as if frustrated by this little tirade you saw fit to go on, was unimpressed as he once more checked in.

"Green light, obviously," you threw your hands into the air in exasperation, "it's like you've never met me before -" but before you can slump back against the bed like you so clearly wanted to, Farleigh catches you, shifts behind you to prop you up.

"You're a brat," Oliver says, finally finding the words for the dynamic, and rather charmed by it all. Still, Farleigh has to get a word in edgewise.

"How long 'd it take you to figure that out?" He muttered sarcastically, doing something behind your back while you made a show of struggling and wiggling, refusing to keep your left arm with whatever he was doing.

"So," Oliver clarified, testing out the code, "green light?" You grinned at him, giving a pleased nod. Farleigh, finally having caught your left hand seemingly for good, reiterates the statement distractedly. Then, with a sense of triumph and relief, he pulls the belt, and his makeshift handcuffs, tight.

"Why are you still dressed?" You ask Oliver sharply. You may have had a point, but the game was back on. With your hands secured, Farleigh sat back behind you on the bed, pulling you flush to him, arms secured and pressed between the two of you that was just edging on uncomfortable.

"Why are you still talking?" He mutters into your ear, and he rests his chin on your shoulder, one hand coming to wrap over your mouth, while his other curled around your middle, pulling your legs apart, wasting no time in dipping two long, elegant fingers into you. Your eyes light up, gasping against his hand as the two of you watch with lust in your eyes as Oliver begins to undress.

"The belt," Farleigh's voice has that lazy kind of smugness that Oliver usually hated, but now kind of makes his head fuzzy and kind of like he wants to sink his teeth into him, "is to keep the princess in her place, because someone," he says pointedly, not that you seem to notice; your eyes are closed, and Farleigh's thumb is on your clit while the fingers he has inside of you curl lovingly into your sweet spot, "manages to escape every pair of padded handcuffs either of us have ever bought," he explains, turning his attention back to Oliver, "and she complains about metal handcuffs, and zip ties, has undone every rope knot I've ever tied, and ruined every single tie I've ever tried to tie her up with."

"I bought you new ones," your voice is faint, half a moan muffled behind Farleigh's hand, and Oliver, still unsure of how to respond to any of that, finally turns back to the two of you on the bed. There's something desperate about the way you're arching against Farleigh's firm hold on you, legs having fallen open as your hips rolled in time with his fingers, lewd and needy. But Farleigh's eyes are only on Oliver, watching him with hunger in his eyes, pupils blown wide, gaze roaming over Oliver's physique.

At the sound of your voice, Farleigh's gaze meets Oliver's his smile widening just a touch before he stops entirely. A desperate keening is pulled from you, hips shifting for friction, for anything, as Farleigh rests his hand on your thigh, fingers slick, practically dripping with you.

"No, I'll be good," you whimper, eyes fluttering, half closed, "I'll be -" you were already breathing heavy, "so so good."

"Hear that?" Farleigh murmurs with a vindictive little smile, hand uncovering your mouth, moving to hold your chin, your mouth falling open in a moan as his nails scratch up your thighs. Oliver advances on you both, entranced by the sight of you both, desperate to have a taste, to play along.

"Think she even knows how to be good?" Oliver teases, once more between your thighs. Still, instead of giving you the same kind of proper relief that Farleigh had been offering, he starts out gentle once more.

"Oliver, you're so cruel," you whimper. Farleigh's hand moves from your jaw to wrap around your middle, holding you secure, while the hand that had sat on your thigh moves to your open mouth, Oliver watches, rapt, as he slides both slick digits past your lips, but it shuts you up well enough, lips closing on his fingers as you diligently lap up your own taste from him.

"See, can't trust a word she says," Farleigh purrs. You bite gently on his fingers as you moan, Oliver finally deciding to do more than just tease you. Oliver's fingers are shorter than Farleigh's, but damn if they can't still hit the same high notes. Curling and pressing in a steady rhythm, he alternates dipping his tongue in as much as he can, and circling your clit. Farleigh's hand has moved from your mouth, spit slicked fingers pinching at your nipples, lightly dragging his nails across your skin, while he's started rolling his hips against your back, cock unbearably hard and still confined to his boxers, pressed against you.

You're whimpering and moaning in his ear, straining against your handcuffs, arching, writhing, but Oliver's holding your thighs still and secure and Farleigh is captivated by how enthusiastically he's going down on you, how its shining on his cheeks, his nose - he reaches out, cards his fingers through Oliver's hair. Oliver looks up through his lashes, a fucking gorgeous sight that you're too lost to appreciate. Just for Farleigh.

God he could say something snide, something about sloppy seconds or something about this being the most expensive meal he'll ever have, but he doesn't. He gives a sly, approving smile, and his grip on Oliver's hair tightens.

"Teeth and tongue," he tells Oliver quietly. Oliver doesn't seem to get it at first, but you choke out a whine, arching further into Farleigh, tipping your head against his.

"That's cheating," you gasped, but Farleigh kept running his fingers through Oliver's hair, whose mouth had never left your cunt, nor his eyes Farleigh's face, "you're helping him cheat; you want me to cum this early?"

"You know what's cheating?" Farleigh once more grabbed your chin, angling your head so you could watch Oliver working hard to get you off, "look at him," Farleigh murmurs in your ear, "eyes open, on his," the commanding tone was hard to refuse, and your eyes fluttered open; the fucking sight of him, a mess between your legs, Farleigh's hand in his hair, was almost enough to send you over the edge, "tell him what I mean."

"Gentle- uh, gentle teeth on me- on my-" you desperately tried to string two words together as Oliver began to get more of an idea. Farleigh's hand on his head becoming more insistent, firmer, nose pressed firm against your skin when he finally took the hint, focusing on your clit, sucking and lapping at it, teeth gently teasing as you completely lost the ability to speak. The rhythm of his fingers was consistent and firm throughout it all, pressing just right -

"Keep your fucking eyes on him," Farleigh ordered, almost snarling it into your ear, "I want you to watch Oliver Quick make you cum." But Oliver had eyes only for him, feeling you clench around his fingers, thighs pressing desperately against his shoulder and the hand that had kept them apart, he could feel Farleigh's nails on his scalp and see the heady, smug pride in his eyes.

As you start to come down, breathing hard and heavy and leaning all your weight against Farleigh, you giggle with out of breath contentment.

"Princess's got not manners," Oliver shook his head with an air of disappointment, and Farleigh smirked, brushing some hair from Oliver's forehead before he reached up and tapped your cheek gently.

"Say thank you, Oliver."

"Thank you, Oliver," you grinned, tone surprisingly sincere, as Oliver crawled up onto the bed beside you both. But there's something dark and hungry in his eyes as he watched you both; reaching out, he presses the fingers against Farleigh's lips, your cum coating them like syrup. Farleigh is more than happy to lick them clean, tongue dancing lewdly around Oliver's digits, all kinds of inuendo and promise in his eyes.

Then, Oliver's attention turns on you something dark, hungry, almost deranged in his eyes. He takes your face in hand.

"And you, princess," he says derisively, not even respecting you enough to look you in the eyes in this moment, "this is not your place that I am putting you in," god it almost sounds like a threat, but you're already squirming with want and anticipation, "but we'll get there," he squeezes your cheeks and your mouth opens on command, tongue as pink and wet and desperate as your cunt had been. He spits in your mouth, sudden sneer curling his lip, blue eyes ice cold and demeaning; "and it's thank you, Oliver Quick."

You feel fucking filthy, can taste yourself in his spit.

You want him to do it again.

"Thank you, Oliver Quick."

{ part two here }

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theold-ultraviolence · 1 year

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Modern Aemond loving mutual masturbation with his partner has been haunting my dreams in the best way since I read it in your HCs, please bless us with more I beg 😫🔥

Side By Side • Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader • 18+

Summary: Porn without plot seriously, just good ole mutual masturbation with our naturally wavy-haired man. Words: 2.7K CW: fem!reader, established relationship, fluff and smut, PWP, vaginal fingering, mutual masturbation, use of toys, cum feeding, countdown to orgasm. Slight dom/sub dynamics but the energy is all switchy as it always is between these two. Let me know if I missed something! x

You cannot wait for him – laying lax on your back, pillowed on linen that feels fresh and light against your body. Aemond is just finishing up his shower, by the sound of the water turning off and the clatter of toiletries that follow.

You roll your eyes fondly as you hear the hairdryer on – wishing Aemond would just come out already, but you know how fussy he gets when he sleeps with wet hair, as it takes forever to dry with how long and thick it is.

He climbs onto his side of the bed, smirking when he catches that lazy kind of lust that filters your gaze when you look at him. That type where you just want to unwind and wipe away the stress of the week with a good orgasm. If only you weren’t so exhausted, otherwise you’d be already straddling Aemond – or he’d have your hands pinned on either side as thrusts into you.

Instead, he reclines on his elbow, looking down at you with tired yet mischievous eyes as he softly rubs your sides, and lifts the worn fabric of your sleep t-shirt to touch your belly, soothing circles up towards your ribs and the underside of your tits.

The soft motions of your fingers on your pussy get a little bit firmer, motivated by the warmth of Aemond’s touch. Your body elongates back on the bed, pursing your lips and batting your eyelashes at him in a silent invitation.

He leans down to hoarsely whisper against your lips, “I’m tired…” though he doesn’t take his hand away.

You hum and nod in reply, feeling every ounce of his fatigue as vividly as your own, as it had been a strenuous week for the both of you.

Still, you’d kindled the fire for too long now, and there was no putting it out.

Aemond could see it, in the way you bit your lip, the urgency of your fingertips against your soaking cotton panties, and the way your breath is coming out in quiet, needy little gaps.

“I know, Aemond…” you pout. Your words are wholly incongruent with your unrelenting actions, whining as you plant your feet on the bed and slide your hand inside of your panties, which yanks a low groan right out of Aemond’s throat. “You can just watch.”

Your impish grin is soon swallowed out by Aemond’s demanding kiss, licking and nipping at your lips before sticking his tongue inside of your mouth, with his hand wrapping around your throat lightly.

“That’s how it’s gonna be, huh?” He growls, with his lips all shiny with spit. “Touch yourself for me, then. But don’t cum until I say so.”

You mewl but can’t do anything else but obey – too needy and tired to be a brat right now.

“Take these off.” Aemond commands, pulling at the hem of your panties and letting them slap against your skin.

You’re a second too slow and he bunches them up in his fist in a silent order for you to arch up your back so he can slide them off, keeping them in his grip as he leans on his elbow again to watch you.

The sight of him twirling your wet panties around in his hand is all the motivation you need to sit up to switch your position, laying down on the opposite side of the bed, head by Aemond’s legs and cunt in full display to him as your legs open wide.

Aemond curses with the fucking amazing view he has — your pussy dripping, all creamy and inviting as you dip your fingers inside to spread your juices all over it, thighs so soft he could lay his face on them and claim the rest he so desperately needs.

One hand bunches up your sleep shirt to flash him with the glorious sight of your tits, rising and falling with every breath, and oh so fucking tempting to him. It’s his absolute favorite place to be, buried in between your tits: either sucking and licking them until they’re all marked up with hickeys, or sliding his big cock in between them.

But he can’t right now. He just wants to watch you.

You catch the way he’s drooling with the sight of your chest so you toy with him all sultrily — fondling and squeezing your tits, pinching your nipples so they’re all perky for him and him alone, without breaking your gaze from his. Just as you dip two fingers inside of you, slowly testing out how far they’ll go — moaning with delight at the slippery feeling of them sliding in so fucking deep inside of you.

You’re already so wet, you think you can manage with three. You wiggle out your hips for better access as you slide in a third finger, slowly curling them inside of you – fucking yourself so sweetly that Aemond can hear it, that lewd squelch with every thrust of your wrist.

Your thrusts speed up when you see Aemond pulling down his pajama pants to free his bulging hard cock – throbbing as he lazily strokes himself while keeping your panties in his other hand.

You can’t keep your eyes away from his cock, making your hips roll in tune with the thrusting of your fingers, squirming and trembling as you try to angle your hand so you can press your thumb on your clit without losing your rhythm.

And you can’t even keep up with your pace — choking on a moan when you see Aemond bringing up your panties to his nose as he speeds up his strokes.

Pearly beads of precum leak from the ruddy tip, that you wish you could gulp down like the hungry slut that you are for your partner.

And he might let you if you trade.

“You wanna taste me so bad, don’t you? Keeping my underwear pressed to your face like that?” you taunt, voice all broken and breathy – sounding as if you’ve climbed up a hill, and your heart beats just as fast.

Aemond merely gazes at you darkly, keeping his fist all tightly locked at the base of his cock as he grunts in reply.

“Why don’t you come here and taste me, then?” you gather up your juices in your fingers before sliding them out and extending out your arm to Aemond’s reach. He’s leaning immediately to take your wrist in his grip and devour your fingers into his mouth, groaning at the taste as he sucks hard.

“Fuck…” you whine, “you like that?” every word drips with lust, under the blazing fire emanating from Aemond’s eye as he sucks on your fingers.

“Hmmmm…” Aemond groans like a man possessed then. Your opposite hand reaches for your clit but Aemond swats it away, and you jerk all petulant as he detaches from you in a flash.

You so wanted to taste him in return, but he twists around towards your bedside table, ruffling through the cabinets until he finds your favorite vibrator. The one that makes you cum hardest with its feature that’s meant to emulate body heat.

As Aemond returns to you, caging you in between his arms on top of you, he smirks all evil and smug as he turns up the vibrator at the lowest setting, while clicking on the heating feature.

Your thighs tense and your neck arches back in surprise as the buzzing waves concentrate on your clit and expand up and down your slit. The heating sensation at the tip of the vibrator starts light and toasty, augmenting deliberately until heat pools on your cunt, making up for Aemond’s warm tongue — or cock, parting your folds before plunging inside.

Feels like your whole body is being fed by white-hot electricity as Aemond holds the vibrator against your cunt – up, and down, teasingly slow before reaching your clit and letting it rest there.

“Hold this up for me, will you?” he smirks and you fucking plead him with big watery eyes and undulating hips.

“Please, Aemond…” you moan, too shocked to do anything, so he grabs your hand and forces it to grip the vibrator to keep it in place.

He resumes his position from before, leaning against the pillows as he opens up his legs and takes his leaking cock in hand. You lick your lips at the sight of his precum all smeared on the fine blonde hairs of his happy trail – hiss at how the mere sight of it makes your cunt ache as if hit by a sharp little lightning strike.

“Aemond…” your moans edge him on, making him moan and spit on his palm to keep stroking his thick cock with rough strokes as he looks at your dripping pussy — your gaping hole as you hold the vibrator against all the right spots that have your sight turning hazy and your ears ringing.

You need him closer to you.

Need his fingers in your mouth just like he had done with yours, need him to feed you all of his cum; want to bury your nose under his arm and get lost under his masculine scent – need him so fucking bad it makes you beg pathetically.

“Aemond, please!”

He tilts his head, mocking as he reclines one arm against the pillows and he keeps jerking off all too pleased with how debauched you look by his legs.

You turn your face to nuzzle the sandy blonde hairs that cover his strong calves, inhaling the clean scent of his skin as you weep and beg, beg, beg.

“I need you, I need you, I need you…” you whine, rutting against the vibrator as you’ve turned it up to a higher intensity that makes you gush down your legs.

He just chuckles and remains silent – as he generally tends to be – watching you like a hawk with a mixture of fondness and want.

He could keep being a little mean but he craves you so much; could keep stretching this out for much longer but the truth is he’s just as starved as you are. He’s just as overcome with both, tenderness and an ardent passion that makes his heart ache with every second that he’s not closer to you.

He caves, smiling and patting the spot next to him on the bed. “Come here, darling.”

You pause the vibrator for the short moment you rise and turn on the bed to nestle yourself comfortably under Aemond’s arm, with your face against his chest, and one leg spread over his to masturbate side by side.

There’s something so intimate about it – about taking care of your own pleasure by your partner’s side, safe and wanted, loved and accompanied through the most basic of human needs.

You lean up to kiss him tenderly but gasp against his lips right when you turn on the vibrator again – legs jolting in surprise and bumping against Aemond’s. He drinks up your every cry as you crank up the intensity of the vibrations to yet another level.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice…” Aemond growls against your mouth and before you can ask what he means, he’s swiping up his precum with his index and middle finger and feeding it to you. You moan around the long digits, slathering them with your drool so it adds to the glide when he goes back to fuck himself harder, faster.

With your cheek leaned against his pecs, you look down at the maddening sight of Aemond’s cock all furiously glistening, looking ready to burst.

His stomach contracts with every vigorous stroke. His breath becomes ragged — grunting and hissing in intervals with each twist of his wrist and press of his thumb on that one protruding vein that traverses the base to the head.

What is it about watching him masturbate that’s so fucking erotic yet tender at the same time? What is it about the slick sounds and little grunts he makes as he jerks off beside you? The faint note of sweat you can detect, mixing with the scent of his clean skin?

It makes you feel hysterical.

Feverish, to see him – so stern and serious – now light and relaxed, flushed and weakened by pleasure. He looks boyish even, with his neatly combed hair now curling as a few strands frame his temple, and his brows furrowed with concentration while his jaw goes all slack with bliss.

He turns his face to lay his cheek on top of your head, nudging you with his arm to bring you closer to him within his embrace.

You gladly snuggle tighter against him, basking in all of this warmth – the one emanating from his body and the one coiling from within, expanding all over your cunt like molten lava. You can’t hold on any longer. Aemond can tell by your whimpers and mewls and the insistent rutting of your hips against the vibrator.

“Don’t cum until I say…”

“Aemond, please! I want you to cum with me.”

“Just – wait…” He whispers; lightly caressing the shell of your ear between his forefinger and thumb before kissing your head. “Let’s countdown…from 10…9…”

You can’t, you just can’t.

Can’t handle watching Aemond stroking himself while he peppers loving kisses to your temple. The contrast is making every single nerve ending in your body short-circuit.

“...8…7…” You gasp and moan in unison, each number getting harder and harder to phrase with all your senses overwhelmed.

“6…5…” chanting through gritted teeth – it’s right there, right there, right there, the cusp of your orgasm all vibrant, waiting to erupt.

“4…3…” you turn your head so Aemond’s lips brush against your forehead when he grunts, “2…”

Your heart beat-beat-beats as white noise engulfs the room – everything deafens except for the slick sounds of your juicy cunt and Aemond’s wet cock and your heaving breaths as you both moan…

“1!”

You hide your face in the dip of Aemond’s armpit as you scream – your orgasm shatters everything from the inside out as a natural disaster might.

It keeps going and going and going when you open your eyes and see Aemond’s cum bursting out from the tip and painting the muscles of his stomach.

The sight sends you right into the burning pit once more – your legs tensing, toes curling, whole body elongating and shaking, unable to contain all the energy cracking within you.

After what seems like ages, the static in your ears clears and your grainy vision focuses once more. Just in time to see Aemond gathering up his cum and feeding it to you again, rubbing the corner of your lips with his thumb before going in to kiss you deeply.

You moan against his lips, drinking him in as you turn the vibrator off and wrap your arms around him, hiking up your leg atop his hip to be closer to him.

It’s so warm and damp in this little nest, you might even need another shower. In some kind of layer of your mind you feel bad, for Aemond would have to go through his nightly routine all over again.

But honestly? You’re secretly giddy about it.

You giggle all dazed and happy against his lips as you see his straight hair all wavy from the heat and sweat, curling around his temple.

You frame his face to kiss him sweetly, twirling a lock of his silvery strands in your finger as you gaze at Aemond. “I know you’re just itching to go back to fix this, but I kinda like your hair like this.”

He chuckles, flustered as he looks down with a fully dimpled smile. “I’m starting to think this was all a ploy to see my natural wavy hair.”

You snort and hide your face against his neck. Aemond’s always too serious that his deadpan delivery when he makes a comment like that makes you laugh even harder. “I could never. But I’m glad we got to do this, side by side.”

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gimmethatagustd · 2 years

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I cannot stress this enough:

Soft sleepy sex with Hoseok, intimate and slow and maybe a bit of overstimulation... that's it- my mind can't think any further 🥥

TAKE CARE OF ME | JHS

You'd never trade quiet, sleepless nights with your boyfriend for anything in the world, even when sometimes it feels like the world is falling apart around you.

» pairing: hoseok x reader

» genre: BTS | 18+ | established relationship | fluffy smut

» word count/date: 3k | August 2022

» notes: pls this request had me going full on raging DELULU

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» what was jai listening to? belong to you (ft. 6lack) - sabrina claudio

Gentle. Always gentle. A long time ago, you used to hate being treated gently. The vulnerability that came with someone taking care of you, being soft with you, knowing every little detail about you enough to shape their world around you… it was hard. Scary. Gross, even. You wanted to be tougher than that because one day that gentleness would end and how would that leave you?

Empty.

That is, until you met him.

You felt Hoseok wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you snug against his chest so he could tuck his face into the crook of your neck. His warm breath tickled goosebumps across your shoulders and arms, but his grip kept you grounded. His hands pressed into your sides to hold you in place. Like a weighted blanket, you felt secure with him on his side behind you, the rise of his chest comforting as he breathed against your back.

His warmth and the pattern of his breathing was almost enough to lull you back to sleep. You couldn’t tell what time it was. The storm raging outside knocked the power out just before the two of you climbed into bed, but you assumed only an hour or so had passed.

“Hey,” Hoseok whispered in your ear. You let out a small ‘mmm’ in response and nestled backwards into his arms even more deeply. “Are you having trouble sleeping?”

You nodded, eyes still closed. A crack of lightning briefly lit up your dark bedroom with white light bright enough to penetrate your eyelids.

“Want me to make you some tea?”

Forcing your eyes open, you twisted around to face him. Hoseok’s hair was messy, wavy strands flopped in every direction. You reached up to brush his bangs away from his eyes. He’d been growing out his hair and you quite liked being able to ruffle the strands around, watching them fluff up and flop to the side. Especially the hair at the back of his neck that was now longer than you’d ever seen it. You liked the way it made him look rugged and slightly unkempt; the exact opposite of your responsible, well-organized Hobi.

At this point, you were just barely able to make out the details of his features in the dark. But you felt the way he leaned into you and you knew to meet him halfway so he could give you a light peck on the forehead. Gentle. Always gentle.

“No, it’s okay,” you insisted. You gave him a tap on the nose. “You’re too considerate sometimes.”

“Never.”

“Yes you are.”

“Only a little bit.”

“A lotta bit.”

A pout was his next rebuttal. You reached out to press your fingers against his lips as though you were trying to smooth them out. When you moved to pull away, Hoseok caught your hand and pressed it against his mouth again. He kissed your palm, then each fingertip. The softness of his touch sent shivers down your arm.

“It’s because I love you so much,” he murmured, his voice tired and thick.

Before you could respond, he cupped your face and pulled you towards him. His lips moved against yours softly, guiding you into a slow dance you’d only dance with him. A smooth hand ran down your side to stop at your hip, squeezing it lightly. Your fingers found Hoseok’s hair, tangling in the loose waves at the back of his head and tugging just enough to make him sigh against your mouth. You captured his bottom lip between your teeth when he slightly parted his lips, taking advantage of the opportunity to nibble and suck on it.

“You’re gonna start something,” Hoseok spoke gruffly when he pulled away. You tugged at his hair again and got the quietest of moans out of him. “I’m serious.”

Even if he hadn’t said anything, his growing erection pressed against your body said enough.

“Maybe I want to start something.”

The room stood still, shadows from the swaying tree branches outside the only movements. Eventually, Hoseok shifted, pressing his chest against yours with enough force to roll you onto your back. Wordlessly, he shifted beneath the blankets to hover above you. His forearms rested on either side of your head while you felt him spread your legs apart with his knee. Slotting himself between your thighs, he lazily rolled his hips into yours. You whimpered from the pressure and the heat radiating off of him. Soon you felt that heat on your neck as Hoseok sucked hickeys onto you, swirling his tongue against your skin. In the past, you thought making love was boring, that you needed to be treated roughly in order for sex to be fun. You were accustomed to being used. Sex with Hoseok, though? It was heated and weightless.

He left wet kisses along your throat while his hands gripped the hem of your t-shirt. Well, his t-shirt, an old baggy one he never wore anymore. He cradled the back of your head as he pulled it off, careful to rest you back onto your pillow.

“It’s so cold,” you whispered.

“Mhm.”

Hoseok pulled the blanket up, making himself disappear beneath it in the process. With him out of sight, you lifted up the blanket slightly to peek at him, only to drop it in favor of squeezing the bed sheets beneath you as you felt him drag your underwear down your legs. He grabbed the back of your thighs and pushed forward so your legs were lifted up, feet against his shoulders and pussy on display. The inability to see what he was doing under the blanket only heightened your desire and you felt your arousal drip down.

One hand pressed hot into your hip where your thigh creased from the angle Hoseok had your legs pushed up. The other slipped between your thighs.

“Hobiii,” you moaned, head slightly lifting off the bed when you felt his fingers swipe at your wetness gathering around your entrance.

He coated his fingertips before sliding his fingers upwards, parting your lips until he got to your clit and began circling it. You clenched, though the way he had you folded into yourself made it difficult for you to get any friction to provide relief. Instead he kept you raised and spread open, fingers slippery and sticky. It was easy for him to slip two fingers inside of you, even easier to hit that sweet spot on your front wall to have you lifting off the bed again. The way he pumped into you was sleepy and slow, but you hadn’t expected anything faster. Hoseok shouldn’t have even been doing this; you knew how exhausted he was. He should have been sleeping.

Instead, you felt him shift, his shoulders dropping down slightly. And then you felt the tip of his tongue flick against your clit.

“Fuck, babyy, oh fuck.” You immediately let go of the bed sheets and slipped your arms beneath the blanket, fingers digging into Hoseok’s hair.

“Mmhmm, uhh huhh,” Hoseok moaned into your pussy, his lips closing around your clit. He suckled it softly, applying such light pressure while his tongue licked at you that you felt like you were going to explode.

“More, baby,” you whined. “Faster.”

He shook his head, smearing his lips with your arousal, and you weren’t sure if that was an answer to your requests or just him enjoying his late night snack. Likely the former since he returned to gently sucking your clit and taking his sweet time pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“Please, Hobi.”

Begging usually got you what you wanted, especially when you used the breathy, high-pitched, pornographic whine that you knew drove him crazy. To add to your plea, you tugged a bit harder on his hair, dragging your fingers through his bangs to pull the strands out of his face.

Suddenly, his mouth left your pussy and your next whine was that of disappointment. When his tongue returned it was to lick along your lips, and he occasionally pressed kisses everywhere but your clit.

“It’s bedtime,” you heard him speak from the darkness. “I’m going slow to lull my baby to sleep, okay?” Then his lips were burning into you once again.

Your build up was gradual, a growing throb as your clit became even hotter and more swollen with every lap of Hoseok’s tongue and curl of his fingers. You squirmed and arched your back beneath him, cursing him for taking his time with you even when you both knew you loved it. The fact that your sheets were already soaked through was a testament to that. Who the fuck cared if you were tired and supposed to be sleeping? Every drag of Hoseok’s hot tongue across your clit, every drip of his saliva coating your pussy had him practically exorcizing your soul from your body.

But when Hoseok unexpectedly slipped a third finger inside of you and sucked your clit with a tiny bit more force, he finally got you unraveling in a flash of white light that you weren’t sure was you cumming or the lightning outside.

Your legs twitched uncontrollably where they’d flopped over Hoseok’s shoulders and down his back. Exhaustion made them heavy, and you struggled to move them while Hoseok wouldn’t let go of you. He’d removed his fingers from you and had both his hands on the backs of your thighs, keeping you spread open as he continued sucking your clit.

“Hobi, oh my god, please, I came already,” you whimpered, pulling his hair to get his attention. He moaned a response into your skin and began lapping against you, flicking your clit from side to side. Your body jerked forward, but Hoseok’s grip on your thighs kept you pushed down.

“Jung Hoseok.”

Rather than sound threatening, your voice cracked and Hoseok had the audacity to laugh.

Tears welled up in your eyes and your body jerked again when you felt his teeth gently graze the top of your clit. A guttural moan was torn from your throat as you came a second time, squeezing Hoseok’s hair so tightly you were sure you’d ripped a few strands out accidentally.

Finally, finally, Hoseok emerged from beneath the blanket. He crawled up to hover over you once again, chest heaving and arms caging you in.

“It was hard to breathe under there,” he laughed again.

You opened your mouth to speak but all you could do was whimper once again.

“What was that, baby?” Hoseok drawled. He dipped his head down to nip at your earlobe and your eyes fluttered.

“Felt good,” you finally found your voice.

“Better than tea?”

“Much better.”

Hoseok chuckled, sleepy eyes meeting yours through his bangs that fell forward, slightly obscuring his face. The storm outside wasn’t raging as loudly against the windows, but the occasional lightning bolt still lit up your bedroom, allowing you to see more flickers of his face. You brought your fingers to his throat, running them along his Adam’s apple until you reached the dip where his collarbones met, before venturing down his bare chest. When your fingers dragged down his abdomen, you felt Hoseok suck in his stomach and heard him hiss lightly.

“What about you?” you whispered. You reached the waistband of his briefs, but you didn’t move any lower. Still, you could feel Hoseok’s cock twitch against you.

“I’m okay, baby. Don’t worry about me. I want you to sleep.”

He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck for a moment before he began to pull away from you. There he was, being too considerate again. How many times had he insisted he didn’t need anything from you? You’d never met someone more selfless. It wasn’t fair.

You quickly slipped your hand into his underwear and squeezed his cock, rolling your palm around the tip where precum already started to drip out.

“Shit, babe…” Hoseok stayed nuzzled in the crook of your neck and bucked into your hand with languid thrusts. There wasn’t a desire to chase a high, but more so a desire to relish in the warmth of your hand, the firmness of your grip, the comforting smell of your body wash.

“Is it embarrassing,” he took a deep breath and pulled away from your neck to look you in the eyes as he thrusted again, “that I could cum right now, just from this?”

“Maybe a little bit.”

Your honesty and the giggle that followed brought a frown to Hoseok’s face. You had no intention of letting him cum in your hands. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you smoothed out his frown when you pulled him into a kiss. Your hands traveled the lean muscles of his back, reaching down to squeeze his ass.

“Feisty.” You felt him smirk against your lips. Hooking your fingers beneath the waistband of his underwear, you pulled the clothing down his thighs and waited for him to sit back to completely remove them.

“Come up here,” you ordered him, but Hoseok shook his head.

“I’m too tired to fuck your mouth. Let me put my energy into fucking you the right way.”

You felt a shiver down your spine and nodded silently as you spread your legs wider to accommodate him.

Hoseok ran his hands down your legs until he could reach around to the back of your thighs. Pushing them up, he folded you nearly in half as he had when he ate you out, keeping you slightly elevated and wide open for him. Since his hands were occupied, you reached between your bodies to guide him. Hoseok’s breath hitched when you lined his cock up with your entrance.

He sunk into you slowly, taking his time slipping inch by inch to allow you to adjust and to savor the high that came with that initial thrust. Your mind was still foggy from two orgasms and a lack of sleep, so you appreciated his thoughtfulness as he eased into you.

“Mmmm,” he sighed once he bottomed out and your bodies were flush against each other. Leaning forward slightly, Hoseok rested both of your legs on his shoulders.

“Yeah baby?” Your voice trembled as you watched him brush his lips along your calf, planting a soft kiss at your ankle. His hands fell to your waist to hold your hips down as he drew back. He pulled out of you as far as he could just to slowly ease into you once again. Each thrust was thoughtful, intentional. His strokes were slow, but long and deep.

“You know you leave me speechless,” Hoseok groaned, pushing a bit deeper in his next thrust. Your whimpers got louder when you felt him brush your cervix, his fingers pushing you hard into the bed.

Hoseok was definitely the biggest you’d ever been with, but even more importantly, he was the most fluid in his movements. He knew how to move his body with flexibility and grace, which for you was the most satisfying aspect of sleeping with him. You never had to put in work to get yourself off; every roll of Hoseok’s hips made his cock glide against your g-spot and his pelvis stimulate your clit. You weren’t an object for Hoseok to use to get off. No, Hoseok put your pleasure in the center of everything he did.

Although sometimes that wasn’t necessary. He brought his fingers to your clit, but you swatted him away.

“I’m tapped out,” you sighed. You really didn’t need him to try to make you cum three times. What was this, porn?? Two orgasms was plenty.

“Are you really?” he smiled, a hand creeping back towards your clit. You swatted at him again. “Alright, alright. I’ll cum without you like an asshole.”

“Stop being so dramatic.” You clenched your muscles around his cock and Hoseok let out a low moan. If he was ready to bust from a simple handjob, you were sure he was having to work hard to keep it together now that he was inside you.

“Do that again for me, baby,” he said in a shaky breath that confirmed your suspicions. Another moan rumbled from him when you did as you were told, tightening around him and pressing your thighs against his abdomen. “Fuck, fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

You loved to watch Hoseok fall apart. The tip of his tongue poked out of his mouth when he bit down on the muscle as he was concentrating on each gentle snap of his hips against yours. His strong hands squeezed your waist to ground himself once his thrusts became a bit erratic. His messy hair fell into his eyes when he leaned his head slightly forward to watch your bodies collide.

“Hobi,” you moaned, reaching up to pull him into a kiss. “Cum for me, baby. You’ve been so good for me.”

“You,” he took a deep breath, “You are so fucking sexy.”

Your legs fell down to wrap around Hoseok’s waist as he leaned into your kiss. One hand stayed at your waist while another slid down to grip your thigh against his hip as Hoseok picked up his pace. His breathing came out ragged against your cheek, his lips sucking little kisses along your jaw until he was back to marking up your neck.

He squeezed you hard when he came, whimpering and moaning your name into your neck like the sweetest lullaby. When he slowly eased his body on top of yours you welcomed the pressure of his weight, even though it was difficult to breathe.

“Better than tea?”

Hoseok snorted, but you saw his eyes sparkle in the moonlight as he gently pulled out of you and found his spot beside you once again. “Much better.”

His long arms dragged you backwards so you were pressed against each other with chests still heaving.

“Thank you,” you said after a moment. You were beginning to crash from your orgasmic high. Darkness eased your eyelids lower and lower until you couldn’t bear to open them again.

“You know I’ll always take care of you.” Hoseok nuzzled your neck and squeezed you against his chest. “I hope you sleep well, baby.”

You murmured a “you, too” and fell asleep to the steady pattern of Hoseok’s breathing and the knowledge that there was no one else who could care for you the way he did.

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signoras-pet · 2 years

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𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒 ℂ𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕂𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕪

Pairings; Afab!Xiao x Reader

Warning(s); Afab Xiao, Sub/Dom dynamic, Misgendering Xiao, Mommy reader, they/them reader, crying, edging, denial, praise, teasing, begging, Calling Xiao 'Kitty, Pet', Use of 'Good/Naughty Kitty/Girl' towards Xiao, use of cunt/whore, Sub/Bottom Xiao, Dom/Top Reader

Summary; Xiao looks too delicious to know completely ruin

Notes; This is exactly 2500 words so go me. I read like a load of Xiao smut last night and I want to write some for my good girl <3, I think I got all the warnings please let me know if I forgot something!

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!Read under the Cut!

Leaning over Xiao like this makes you feel so in control. Simple strokes to his cheek and squeezes of his hips make him squirm and blush so much more than he’d ever want to admit. You can feel how his legs squeeze together as he tries to deny himself of your pleasure. He’s always like this, he’s always far too stressed and tense to let himself have a relaxing time like this.

You slowly pull off Xiao’s top which causes him to shiver, he’s not even completely exposed to you, his chest is still tightly bound with bandages. You sigh happily, as you slowly unbind Xiao’s chest. Oh, you can’t wait to see him squirm and whimper as you touch those sensitive tit’s of his

Xiao squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lip as you start massaging his tits. You can’t imagine how sore they must be from being confined for so long, but giving Xiao’s expression he’s enjoying it

“Good pet” you whisper into his ear, his blush quickly darkening. Xiao doesn’t admit it aloud, but the pulsing sensation from his cunt is enough to know he does enjoy being called that.

You kiss along his jaw as you turn your attention to Xiao’s nipples, they’re hard enough to make his legs shake when you run your finger over them. Xiao lets his mouth open, he pants mostly but you can hear his quiet, breathy moans as you circle your thumbs over his areola and over his nipple

Archons, he wants more and desperately so. He squeezes his legs together, as much as he dislikes thinking he’s low enough to desire flesh, he can’t deny he loves how you touch him. He loves the gentle reassurances that you whisper into his ear, he loves the way your fingers play with his nipples. He loves it when you’re gentle with him, he loves it when for a moment he can throw away being a touch adeptus, for right now he’s being treated like a delicate doll and it makes his head spin and his cunt pulse.

You pull away from your spot along Xiao’s jaw, you smile up to him “Be a good Kitty and watch Mommy suck these tits of yours” Xiao’s breath shakes as he nods, his head quickly fills up as he imagines the feeling of you sucking his nipples and how much he long-

Xiao moans

He’s much too caught up in his own thoughts he barely registered you licking a slow line over his nipple, he squeezes his legs together to stop them from shaking. He looks to your face and you look up to him with this shit eating smirk

“You’re such a good Kitty for Mommy, aren’t you?” Xiao nods a few times, fuck he’s so cute when he wants to be good for you, you reward his head nods with another lick over his other nipple. Xiao’s moan gets caught in his throat, somehow this whole situation is so much lewder than before, the way you stare him down is like he cannot hide a single thing from you. The way you lick your lips at his sounds makes his pussy pulse even more, and you know it. You know it by the way he squirms and flushes red.

“Good Kitty” you praise again as you open your mouth and start sucking on Xiao’s nipple, his pants and quiet whines and moans kick up again. You can feel how needy he is, his hips won’t stop moving…

You grab his hips with both hands and force them still. You pull away from Xiao’s nipple “Don’t make Mommy spank you for moving your hips too much” your authoritative tone sends shivers down his spine, he moves his hips a little with a whine before he nods

“Y..yes Mommy” he replies, he has no strength in his voice… perfect~

You smile, “Good Pet” you praise before going back to sucking Xiao’s nipple. You can feel the way Xiao’s hips shake as he desperately tries to keep them still. His legs start moving more, but all you have to do is give him a stern look and a well timed scrape of your teeth and his legs stop moving

Xiao starts panting more, his hands finally moving to bury themselves into your hair, he tries to circle his hips but the firm hold you have on them prevents that. A moan bubbles up in Xiao’s throat as he pulls at your hair a little, he’s at his limit, he just needs to be pushed over the edge and then his cunt will feel so much relief, he knows you’ll tease him for cumming just from his nipples but it feels so good, he’s so close! So close! So-

Xiao whines loudly, much louder than he would have ever let himself. You smirk, your cute pet must have been lost in thought that he didn’t even see you pulling away

“Naughty Kitty, you’re supposed to tell Mommy when you’re going to cum. Do you want a punishment? Is that why my Kitty didn’t tell Mommy he was close?” your stern tone sends shivers down Xiao’s spine, he shakes his head

“No, no Mommy Kitty didn’t mean to. Kitty forgot. Please forgive Kitty. I’ve been a good pet, please, please” he squeezes his eyes shut as he pleads with you

“Who would have thought my Kitty would get so riled up from just her tits being played with. Can you hear yourself beg? Does your cunt pulse when you beg for Mommy’s forgiveness?” you press your hand against Xiao’s crotch, you can practically feel how wet he is through the two layers of fabric “Oh Kitty, you’re so wet. You really must love Mommy sucking your tits, do you love it Kitty?”

Xiao can hardly regulate his breathing, the way your hand adds pressure to his aching cunt sends his mind spiralling, the sound of you sucking your teeth alerts him

“Kitty. Mommy asked you a question, and you responded by humping their hand. Is my Kitty a whore? Or has my pet forgotten how to use her words?” you rub your hand against his cunt, Xiao’s eyes squeeze closed as he moans. He can’t think of words, his head is so filled with how the pressure of your hand is so far from perfect, but it relieves his ache just enough, how his nipples get impossibly harder against the cold air, how his panties will have a big mess in them from how aroused he is

A spank on his thigh makes him jump out of his thoughts “Mommy asked their pet a question” you remind him as you start massaging his thigh. He looks at you, fuck he feels so frustrated that he can’t think of words. You coo “Oh look, is my Kitty going to cry because she can’t use her words?” Xiao mewls and squeezes his thighs together, his head spins so much. You always know exactly the right time to misgender him. The sharp pang of being called ‘she’ is no different to the spank on his thigh, if anything it makes him needier. He wants to be Mommy's good girl, Mommy's good whore, Mommy's good Kitty, Mommy's good pet

“Aww look. My Kitty's head is swirling. Do you want to be Mommy's good girl, Kitty? Do you want Mommy to ruin my pretty girl's cunt?”

Xiao doesn’t know what to do but nod desperately and grab your wrist and push it under his trousers. You tut and Xiao whines

“Please” is the only word he can muster, his big eyes do a convincing job of persuading you to his aching cunt. You coo softly

“Oh Kitty, your cunt must be really aching. Mommy thought you couldn’t talk and now you come out with a pathetic please. My cute Kitty must be so needy, does she want Mommys fingers in her cunt or on her clit?” you hum “Mommy thinks they’ll do both. Mommy wants their cute Kitty to moan all on their fingers, does that sound good Kitty?”

Your words do nothing but make Xiao’s pussy ache more, he nods desperately as he tries to slip your hand under his trousers again. You shake your head

“Mommy wants to see how wet her Kitty is with her own eyes” you move your hand out of Xiao’s grip and start pulling off his trousers. You can smell his arousal, and you can see it on his panties. You rub your fingers against Xiao’s clit, you can feel how hard the nub is, and you can see how quickly Xiao’s legs shake

Xiao barely expects to feel your fingers against him, and it causes him to moan loudly and press his hips closer to you. You smile as you keep your fingers close enough to Xiao’s clit to feel it, but far enough away to make Xiao want nothing more than your fingers to pinch his puffy clit

It doesn’t take much to work Xiao closer to his high again, especially when your teasing touches are mixed with praise. Xiao moans get louder as he completely loses himself to the outside world, his only focus is on you and how you make his pathetic cunt feel

“Oh look at my Kitty, she looks so drunk” you tease as you pull your fingers away, you watch with glee as Xiao’s hips continue to hump the air. He reaches his hands down, wanting to finish the job, but you grab his wrists “You know the rules, keep your hands to yourself, otherwise Mommy has to punish her naughty girl” Xiao shakes at your words

“Cum. Cum. Cum. Please. Mommy please. Cum. Kitty cum” is all he repeats, his words join together as he slurs them out. He’s so high on pleasure and desperately wants to be pushed over, he wants to cum so badly, he wants his Mommy to call him a good girl when he cums over her fingers. He wants it so badly. His pussy aches so much, he wants’

“Good girl” your voice cuts through his thoughts like a hot knife through butter “My Kitty has found her voice again. You’re such a good girl, Kitty. Tell Mommy how you want to cum, pretty girl. Can you do that for Mommy?”

Xiao nods desperately, he feels like a man mute for all his life but starved for water. He has to use his voice to ask for the water otherwise he’ll perish “Mommy, please” his voice shakes as heat rises to his cheeks, even this deep into subspace he feels the red hot embarrassment of asking for what he wants “Kitty… Kitty wants….”

“Good girl, tell Mommy what you want” you smile as you stroke his leg, it’s rare that Xiao asks for what he wants. And you know if you tease him too much now, he’ll shut off and not be able to tell you

“Kitty wants… Mommy's fingers” he manages to get out, he purposely avoids your eyes, knowing that the soft look you’re giving him will make his legs shake and his mind think much too much to even finish this thought

You nod, drumming your fingers against Xiao’s thigh “Good Kitty, tell Mommy where you want their fingers next” Xiao nods a few times, he takes your wrist and guides it towards his cunt, you shake your head “No Kitty, use your words like a good girl”

Xiao nods a few times “Cunt.. Cunt…” he repeats, his hand shakes a little, you’re getting dangerously close to Xiao getting too embarrassed to talk “Please.. Cunt… Mommy…” he whimpers quietly, he finally meets your gaze now that he’s managed to say what he wanted. He was right, the soft look you’re giving him makes his legs shake. He thinks of every possible thing you’ve done to him and it makes his poor cunt ache even more.

You coo “Good girl, you’re so good for telling Mommy” you push two fingers into his cunt, and Xiao moans loudly immediately, you can feel his spongy walls clamp around you tightly, Xiao probably isn’t aware how much he’s squeezing your fingers

“Cum. Cum. Cum” he announces almost immediately, you shake your head

“Not yet, Kitty. Mommy knows you’re a needy whore, but let Mommy fuck your tight cunt for a little bit” Xiao nods desperately, you can feel his legs shake and his clammy walls clench around your fingers even more

The task of holding his cum back is made even more impossible when you curl your fingers. He reaches his hand out with a loud moan, and your free hand takes it “You’re being such a good girl, Xiao. Hold on just a little bit longer” fuck, just as when you know the perfect time to misgender him, you also know the perfect time to say his name especially when your praising him like that.

Xiao’s back arches and he squeezes your hand, he’s so close to exploding on your fingers. He’s so close, he just needs your permission. He wants your permission so badly, because when he does cum you’ll call him a good girl, and he wants to be called a good girl so badly!

“Mommy!” he sobs out, he can feel the tears trailing down his face. If Xiao wasn’t so caught up in stopping himself from cumming he’d know how much the sob made you smirk

“You’ve been such a good girl Kitty. You’ve held out for so long. Mommy bets you want to cum so badly. I bet all you want to do is make Mommy's fingers messy. And then Mommy will call you a good girl” your teasing goes straight to his brain and his cunt, panic sets in as he feels his body stutter, he’s going to cum, and he’s going to do it without permission. And then Mommy will call him a naughty girl, and he doesn’t want to be a naughty girl, he wants to be a good girl. He sobs again, he wants to be a good girl so bad but he can’t hold it, he can’t he-

“Cum for Mommy” is all you say, it’s all you need to say. The thoughts of being naughty quickly subside. And with one last curl of your fingers Xiao cums. His moans are a mixture between yells and sobs. Your fingers don’t stop until Xiao’s thighs start twitching with overstimulation. Xiao moans again as you pull out your fingers

Xiao looks to you with a fucked out smile “Kitty good?”

You nods “Yes, Kitty is such a good girl. Does my sweet Kitty think she can take Mommy’s cock too?”

Xiao takes a moment to think about it before nodding desperately, oh how much he wants to be filled with your cock

You wipe his tears before kissing Xiao’s cheek “You’re such a good girl. Mommy is so happy to have her pretty girl with them”

The night is far from over

#genshin impact smut #genshin smut #xiao x reader #xiao smut #genshin impact xiao #genshin xiao #xiao #genshin impact

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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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Stranger Things and S.W.A.T. have been super heavy on my brain lately and I'm afraid of what will happen if I open a word doc for them

Okay but what will happen is WRITING (or, depending on how the day is going, daydreaming lol) and isn't that a good thing? 🤔

also. very glad that Just One Week has an ending coming eventually! no rush on it, just good to know that it's happening (she says, shoving her own large unfinished half-published WIPs under the table)

Just One Week followup:

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

5: What part was hardest to write?

8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

PS I am hugging you back through the screen!

I will say, that for S.W.A.T. specifically, it's more a matter of when will I start writing, not if. I'm on season 3 of 5 and I'm figuring out if I wanna watch all of what's available for the series before I take a crack at writing. That tends to be how I operate so tumblr has about 2 more seasons before it can't escape yet another fandom from me 😂

But! Just One Week! Let's get into it 😌

4. What's your favorite line of dialogue: I'm such a dialogue person so I feel like there are so many haha. Some of my faves are definitely from The Peanut Gallery, aka, Steve and Javier. Right from the jump, Javi calling Horacio out with, "You remember dating, right?" will always be a fave of mine. I love the relationship the two of them have. And the whole exchange in, I think it's chapter 2 or 3, where it's the reader and Horacio just talking one-on-one and getting to know each other, and he talks about his ex-wife, I was really proud of that whole interaction.

5. What part was hardest to write: The smut. I wrote one (1) smut scene and I agonized over it. I stressed. I almost scrapped the scene altogether. 😂 I'm not really much of a smut writer these days and I knew that a scene like that couldn't just be haphazardly thrown in there. I couldn't half-ass it. In this fic it was a scene that would matter and carry a lot of weight. So I knew I had to get it right. It is the only smut scene that's going to be in that story because I cannot put myself through that again lmao

8. Did any real people or events inspire any part of it: The Parents are definitely an amalgamation of a few of my family members. I took some of my favorite and least favorite qualities of the people in my family and packed them into two family-friendly fictional parents.

9. Were there any alternate versions of this fic: Not alternate versions, per se. But I have written a little off-shoot that was inspired by the whole ex-wife thing that I mentioned before. You know me and my feelings about Horacio and his exes. The dynamic I have for them in my head is just so comfortable and wholesome. It doesn't really have a place in this story but I like thinking about it.

13. What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to, to accompany us while reading: I have a "fic inspo" playlist on spotify that I've been adding to since I was in high school. It's got a range of music on it, but it's pretty much what I always listen to whenever I'm writing! I'm a big sucker for sappy love songs, which I think fit the whole mood of the story to begin with.

15. What did you learn from writing this fic: This fic is definitely what got me comfortable writing for Carrillo. He was the character I wanted to write for the most when I finished Narcos, but he was also really intimidating to write. I wasn't sure if I would be able to make a "fake dating" plot work for him but I gave it a shot anyway and I'm so glad I did! It definitely got me comfortable writing for Horacio and the Narcos universe as a whole.

I could talk about this fic for ages thank you for all of these questions 🥺💖

#ask #asks #just one week #ashlingiswriting

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estrellamorningstar · 4 months

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No Way Out [Part 3]

Warning: Smut, NSFW, 18+

Summary: Celeste tries her best to get through the Trial before Wesker gets her again.

Word Count: 1235

Before Celeste even has a chance to agree or disagree, Wesker is away and she's left trembling. She feels tears building up behind her eyes, but before she allows herself to break down she looks around and makes her way around to the other side of the building, the opposite direction of where Wesker went. She hears someone running behind her and she hugs the wall, standing still, trying to see if she's in trouble already, but she realizes that she cannot feel the pressure in her chest apart from the constant tightness that is just the usual feeling of stress.

''Is that your attempt at hiding? '' She hears a deep, but hearty laugh and faces Jake as he comes into her view from around the corner. Blood rushes to her cheeks from relief and slight embarrassment. As Jake and Celeste make their way to the next generator they hear Ada scream in the distance. She doesn't seem to be hooked yet so Celeste starts working on the gen quickly while Jake listens out for a few more seconds before joining her.

''How the hell did you escape Wesker? I saw you from the other balcony. ''

''He told me he is saving me for last.. I think he knows I'm the weak link.'' Celeste feels more annoyed at having to say that out loud than relieved that she hasn't felt any real pain yet.

''Well, my first meeting with Wesker ended in about 2 minutes, so he must have something in mind for you. Just.. hide when you feel him near.''

Celeste looks at Jake through the machine and almost mixes up the wires again, but she manages to catch herself. She has heard from multiple people that Wesker doesn't mess around, he gets the job done. Case in point, Ada's screams echo through the corridors. Jake runs off towards the screams, but the telling thunder that marks Ada losing the Trial echoes through the building. The next sequence of actions happens so quickly that Celeste can't even tell what came first. Jake gets hooked, another gen gets finished, then the gen Celeste was working on clicks on with a mocking light in an already bright room and then... she feels Wesker making his way towards her.

She panics, as she always does. The options are run, crouch, sneak, ..anything at all, but the tightness in her chest overwhelms her and she freezes on the spot like some stupid extinct animal that never stood a chance against the apex predator. And then she feels her own predator right behind her. Celeste is still frozen as she hears that chuckle that makes her want to have ran away already, it makes her wish she had been able to do what she has seen so many others do. At this very point she has made a decision to get better so that the next time she faces Wesker she can escape him, or at least run. Celeste turns around to face her hunter and not surprisingly Wesker is wearing that smirk on his face that shows how little he believes in Celeste's ability to escape. She hears another thunder in the distance to mark Jake's death... where the hell is Kate?

''You have so much to still learn, kitten. ''

In one step he's got Celeste against a bookshelf, but this time he picks her up over his shoulder and in a true Wesker fashion laughs at her desperate attempts to break free. Celeste hears another generator get repaired not too far and that means that Kate gets to escape. Wesker drops Celeste on the floor with such a force that all the air gets knocked out of her lungs.

''Don't move. ''

Celeste sees him run off into the building, probably to intercept Kate at the gate. She tries to get up, but something is keeping her down. She guesses it's part of the simulation, she could try and regain some energy, but somehow hanging out right under a hook doesn't feel right. Celeste uses her arms to pull her body forward. It's a slow process, but she manages to get to the gen where her Trial started at the same time as she hears a scream just around the corner. Wesker must have caught Kate right at the gate. She doesn't hear Kate getting hooked, but she does hear Wesker approaching her.

''I told you to not move. ''

A pair of boots appear in front of her face, they're covered in what she assumes is blood of her friends. As she looks up, Wesker squats down and flips her over. He looks at her, amused, with that fake pity look on his face as he shakes his head.

''Tsk tsk. I wanted to have fun with you. You barely gave me a chase and now you're trying to do what.. hide? '' He scoffs.

Wesker stands up and picks Celeste up over his shoulder again and walks toward the exit. She can't see well, but, the fact that he is holding her thigh right under the leather skirt in a way that his hand is almost cupping her ass instead of her thigh and she doesn't mind it one bit, makes her wonder what the fuck is wrong with her. She doesn't have much time to contemplate though because she feels that familiar sharp pain piercing her flesh all over again. She tries not to scream, she doesn't want to give Wesker the satisfaction, but it's impossible not to. Wesker stands right in front of her, looking up, amused by the sight of her blood. He runs a finger through the trail of her blood, he inspects it and then looks back at her face that is now getting covered in tears as she sobs quietly.

''I'm going to teach you to love the thrill of the chase. You will be my best little survivor. ''

''Why are you doing this? '' she manages to exclaim through pain.

Another chuckle makes her feel even more like a puppet in Wesker's show. This angers her and she attempts to hold onto the hook that feels less metallic than she imagined it would. It almost feels like it's made of bone and muscle. She has seen Jake unhook himself once, so she gathers all her energy and tries to pull herself up and off the hook. Wesker watches her curiously, with that half amused, half fake pitying, condescending look on his face. Celeste exclaims in pain as she realizes that whatever the hell the hook is made out of is alive and it has been consuming her blood this whole time, and she realizes that she feels too weak to even lift her arms. Wesker cups her face with his gloved hand, the leather feels cold and harsh, and forces Celeste to face him. He's not smiling anymore.

''You will have to earn your right to ask me questions. Until next time, Celeste.''

Wesker walks off to find Kate. Celeste tenses up, waiting for the Entity to consume her and send her back through to reality, the anticipation of it keeps her from wondering how did Wesker know her name. The death doesn't feel horrible, but it's not pleasant. Celeste feels like she's falling, getting stretched and compacted all at the same time. It's like the world's worst rollercoaster combined with a washing machine.

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#dead by daylight #fanfic #lemon #smut #albert wesker #the mastermind

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ao3feed-rarry · 1 year

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The Boy Who Came to Live as Severus Snape's Son

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/hBb56sL

by dianasmarch

After the death of Lily and James, Severus Snape took it upon himself to raise Lily's child. He might have been called a "guardian" to Harry on paper, but the love he had for Harry was as strong as the love a father has for his son. How will Harry navigate through life as a seventeen-year-old boy with a little too protective and rather strict fath— guardian and trying his best to meet his expectations while also dating his once nemesis, Draco Malfoy? And why in the world is Ron so mad at Draco all the time? Hermione is... Well, Hermione, and Harry needed her to be just that. Sirius' worry for Harry's safety grows with every letter he sends him. Remus wants Harry to just stop trying to save everyone all the time at the risk of the poor boy's own safety and Snape sees eye-to-eye with Remus on just this one thing because the boy cannot seem to stay out of trouble!

And among all things, The Dark Lord has risen again.

How the fuck is Harry going to deal with all of this?

Words: 3124, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, Neville Longbottom, Minerva McGonagall, Filius Flitwick, All the Harry Potter characters honestly, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini

Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Ron Weasley/Harry Potter (one-sided), Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson

Additional Tags: Hogwarts Sixth Year, Sirius Black Lives, Severus Snape Adopts Harry Potter, Snape being overprotective over Harry, Draco is madly in love with Harry, Snape is the best, Sirius Black is in hiding, Remus Lupin is back at Hogwarts, Snape's grandfather treats Harry as his own great-grandson, Snape has been raising Harry since he was a baby, Harry lives in the Snape mansion in the summers, Self-Conscious Harry Potter, no one dies, Except what if they do, I love being a writer, Protective Severus Snape, Protective Sirius Black, Overprotective Sirius Black, Overprotective Remus Lupin, Overprotective Severus Snape, Protective Remus Lupin, Snape is not fond of the remaining marauders but puts up with them for Harry's sake, Snape loves Harry as his own son I literally cannot stress this enough, Ron has feelings for Harry, but it's one sided, Jealous Ron Weasley, ron hates draco, Smut, yes there will be smut, I skipped a night of sleep to write this, Protective Albus Dumbledore, Snape loves Harry but also likes to give him a hard time, Snape being Snape lol, Protective Draco Malfoy, Jealous Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson is really smart and gives the best advice, Pansy and Hermione are made for each other, They're secretly dating though, Blaise is adorable, The Golden Trio is the best, Obsessive Behavior, Smart Hermione Granger, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/hBb56sL

#ao3feed #ao3feed rarry #fanfic #harry x ron #rarry #hon #rory

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dreamescapeswriting · 2 years

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Sit Back And Relax~ KTH [M] [Request]

⤜WORD COUNT: 2.2K

⤜PAIRING: Taehyung x GN!Reader

⤜GENRE: Smut, please don’t read if you’re underage. This piece includes Oral (male receiving) established relationship, reader being the eighth member of the band,

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - May 2022

⤜MASTERLIST

A/N: Not long at all my love! I love when you guys add details to what you want to happen so it’s okay! I hope you enjoy this

It was getting far too late for Taehyug to still be sitting hunched over at his desk, hair in disarray as he stared at the screen of his laptop. How the hell did Namjoon, Jimin, Hobi and Yoongi do this? It felt near possible to Taehyung as he stared at all of the different tracks laid out in front of him. Google had been less than useful to him and it wasn't as if he could just go and ask for help. It wasn't an option since this was supposed to be a new challenge for everyone within your group.

With the new project, you and Taehyung were working on all eight of you were set into subunits and given the challenge of creating your own works. Fully produced, recorded and filmed by those who were in your unit. The only outside help that you were allowed to get was from specific staff members who were only allowed to give hints or little tips. It had been harder on you and Taehyung since neither of you had any prior knowledge of editing a track together.

"Fuck!" Taehyung bellowed out as he stared at the screen, whenever he would try and move a certain track to overlay with his it would only give him the same prompt.

"This action cannot be completed" Without any information as to why the stupid computer wasn't going to let him perform what he needed to do. The message made him want to punch the laptop or throw it out of the top floor window at the very least.

Taehyung didn't want to be this stressed, he never got this upset over his work but the song was supposed to have been finished last week and yet it wasn't. The two of you were still working till the early hours of the morning trying to make sure that the tracks and sound were perfect for the album.

From rerecording to deleting and starting all over again the two of you were behind and it was getting more and more obvious that you couldn't buy more time.

The rest of your members were starting to get impatient with waiting for the two of you to finish and bring the song to them. Jungkook even told you both you should have been disqualified from the challenge but it hadn't worked. Jin allowed you to get some more time and you had another week's extension...Which was soon to be up.

"Hey, I bought coffee and I even cheated a little," You admitted as you walked into the dark studio. The only thing that appeared to be lighting up the room was the laptop that Taehyung was currently staring at. Your stomach sank seeing your boyfriend looking so defeated by something but you hoped what you'd learnt from a friend was going to help you both today. A deep sigh left your throat as Taehyung clearly hadn't heard what you said, you set down the cups of coffee in front of him and searched for a chair.

"Here, move over." You whispered as you began pushing a chair between you both and sitting down in front of the laptop. Taehyung had been so stressed he'd forgotten he'd even called you at 2 am and woke you up, begging for you to come and help him with all of this. He hadn't even meant to stay this late, he just wanted a little time to work on the track while he had it.

"Babe, I didn't mean to wake you up. I was-"

"Shh, we're a team. If I'd known you were working late I would have stayed to help," You glanced in his direction and he could have sworn he felt his chest flutter from the look in your eyes. You looked exhausted and he felt guilty that he'd even dragged you out of bed and all the way down here. You knew that now was a better time than any to let him know about the cheating you had been doing regarding the work.

"I cheated a little, I got advice from a friend." You told him as you began to click away at the computer, bringing up a completely new and blank workspace where you began to edit some of the work.

"Who did you get help from?" Taehyung had to laugh a little, who would have helped you? As far as he knew everyone knew that you weren't allowed help. Your eyes stared at the screen and he smiled in amusement as a frown began to embed itself on your forehead. It was something that always happened to you whenever you were in deep concentration and he couldn't help but find it adorable.

"Chan," You whispered even if no one was around to listen to you. The truth was you had gone to Chan in a last-ditch attempt and made sure that the project was done on time. He'd told you that the two of you should have gone for an easier concept since you needed to sing, producer and create - then edit - an entire music video together.

"Will he-"

"Keep it a secret? Trust me, I have that man under lock and key," You teased kissing your boyfriend on the cheek and chuckling as his face began to flush bringing his cup up to his lips and drinking.

The two of you had been together - secretly - for about six months now and your relationship was moving slowly. You both wanted to take things slow since you'd worked with one another for so long, you didn't want to risk damaging the good friendship that you had,

"Should I be jealous that you have a man that will keep your secrets?" He was only half-joking, Taehyung was a little worried that you would find interest in someone else. Someone you didn't have to hide or take things slow with but at the same time he knew and trusted that you were never going to hurt him. Just as he was never going to hurt you.

"No, never. Chan is like a brother," You promised him as if you could tell he was still nervous at the thought of it. Leaning across you quickly kissed his lips softly, humming a little at the feeling of him against you.

There was still a hint of stress behind Taehyung and you bit down on your lip, you had to do something to help him relax a little. You hated seeing him like this, so pent up with stress and anger that he looked fed up with everything around him,

"How about we take a break? Just for a little while?" Your voice dropped a little as you ran your fingers over his chest trying to channel your inner seducer as you looked at him. Taehyung's nostrils flared a little as a deep rumble sounded deep in his chest. His breathing began to grow deeper as you travelled your hand down to his pants, stroking him softly as he grunted a little,

"Babe..." He breathed out heavily, "You're playing with fire." He told you as he looked at you. It wasn't as if the two of you hadn't touched one another before but that was as far as it went for either of you. Grinding up against one another fully clothed or only ever touching each other through your clothes. This time you wanted to do something for him, something that would help him unwind.

"I want to relieve your stress. Sit back and relax," You told him as you slid down from the chair, setting yourself down in front of him as you smiled up at him,

"Shit," He breathed out watching you as you brought your hand up to the waistband of his pants, slowly undoing the buttons and smirking. You could already feel the heat of his cock as you took him out from his pants, gliding your thumb over the slick slit as he let out a strangled moan.

Truth be told, this would be the first time you would give him oral and you were more than ready for him. Your mouth practically watered at the sight of his cock in your hand, you'd dreamt of this moment a lot...Not that you would ever tell Taehyung that.

"Yn...You don't...Not if you're not ready," Taehyung could barely string his thoughts together enough to form a coherent sentence and you smirked to yourself. It was as if it gave you a boost of confidence hearing how undone your boyfriend had become when you'd barely even touched him yet.

"Relax," You whispered with the utmost confidence despite the fact that your heart was racing faster than a stampede of cheetahs but you wanted this. A bead of arousal leaks from the tip of his red cock and you lost all sense of yourself as you licked him from the base of his cock all the way to the tip.

Gliding your tongue over the pearly white drop that was already leaking from him and Taehyung whimpered, his grip on the edge of the table tightening as he looked down at you.

"T-This is better than-" He swallowed the lump in his throat as he stared down at you, "Than anything I could have imagined," Your heart soared as you stared up at him, he'd imagined this before?

"Think of this often?" You teased, feeling your entire body burning at the thought of him having dirty thoughts about you.

"All of the time," He showed a little regret in his tone, Taehyung didn't want you to think that this was all about sex for him. There was so much deeper meaning behind you being together,

You parted your lips wide for his cock, there was no way you were going to be able to fit all of him in but you did your best. Letting him in the back of your throat as you gagged around him. It didn't stop you from moving your head through your hands gripping onto his thighs to steady yourself as you alternated between sucking and tracing his dick with your tongue.

"Yn," He rolled his head back against the headrest of the chair as he moaned out your name. You were thankful each of the studios had soundproof walls. The last thing you needed was for someone to hear him moaning your name out like this and to ask questions about it. Things needed to stay hush for a little while longer, just until you were both sure it was the real deal.

"O-Oh fuck," Taehyugn's head snapped down to look at you as you took one of his balls into your hand causing his hips to buck up. You held back a gag as you stared up at him, you felt powerful like this. Holding his cock in your mouth as you watched him lose himself in the pleasure of your touch.

"You're so fucking good," He grunted looking down at you with darker eyes.

"Taking me so well." He praised as he ran his hand along your cheek, your insides clenched as you continued to suck on him. Taking your hand away from his balls and stroking the rest of his cock that couldn't fit into your mouth. The saltness of his precum only drove your determination to please him deeper.

"Just like that. Fuck, Yn." He looked at you and you hummed around him,

"Are you going to swallow every drop I give to you?" You had no idea where this side of Taehyung was coming from but you had to say you enjoyed it. The praise only made your mouth move quicker around him. Dragging your tongue along the underside of his cock where he was most sensitive, you paid more attention to it as he choked out your name.

Grunts and groans fell from his lips as he began to rock his hips against your mouth but you allowed him to fuck your mouth. Smirking as he let out deep guttural moans as his cock throbbed against your tongue. Cum spurted from the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat and you whimpered tasting him. It was hot, salty and a little bitter but you pulled away from him. Parting your lips to show him that it was him that coated your tongue before swallowing every last drop that you had in your mouth.

After clearing yourself up you and Taehyung sat on the sofa within the studio, your head was resting against his shoulder as he smiled happily at you.

"Thank you," He whispered a little, breaking the silence that was between you. It wasn't as though he needed to thank you for what had happened but he wanted to. It had been such an intimate step for the two of you and he was going to make it up to you however he could.

"Tae, you don't need to thank me...Do you feel less stressed?" He thought about it for a couple of seconds before nodding his head. Your smile beamed from ear to ear as you stared at him,

"Good, give me five minutes of extra rest and I'll help out with the track." Your promise, leaning up and kissing his burning cheek.

The track had been produced to perfection and the video was filmed perfectly after Taehyung's stress relief and the two of you were excited with ARMY's reaction to the video when it would drop. Everything had gone perfectly and Taehyung and your relationship had grown stronger.

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piecksz · 3 years

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prove it | (m)

pairings: modern!jean kirstein x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, mirror sex, penetrative sex, saliva, fingering, finger sucking, handjob, slight mentions of breeding, explicit language

words: 3k+

summary: your jealousy sparks a bitter argument between you and jean, but he shows in more ways than one, that you’re the only person he’s infatuated with.

a/n: as always, if you wanna fully immerse yourself in the smut hehe you can listen to the songs i looped incessantly while writing: girls need love too by summer walker and excitement by trippie redd and PARTYNEXTDOOR (you cannot tell me that jean wouldn’t listen to either he’s so sexy omg pls free me from my brainrot)

You gripped the fabric of your dress, hiking it up above your ankles to make sure the material didn’t get caught under the sharp heels of your shoes while you stormed into the house. Seething with outrage, you swung the front door shut behind you, savoring the few seconds of solitude you had before Jean trailed behind you clamorously.

“I already told you, and I’m telling you—again—I didn’t know she was going to be there!” Jean was insistent, his footfall demanding on your tail as he followed you into the kitchen. His fingers were carelessly twined in his hair, an overt demonstration of his stress.

You hastily tossed your purse onto the counter, paying no mind to the way it slid across the granite and almost toppled over its edge onto the floor. “Bullshit Jean. It was your fucking event, how did you not know she was gonna be there?” You spared him an irate glance, it was the first time you’d looked at him since the two of you left the venue.

The entire ride home, Jean had attempted to make conversation, asking you if you’d enjoyed yourself and trying to solicit your opinion on how he’d done coordinating his company’s milestone event. Following the successful closing of a large venture deal and the expansion of the corporation, his boss had entrusted him to organize a company soirée to celebrate, and if Jean’s event had managed to go off without a hitch, a possible promotion was in the cards for him. However, much to Jean’s confusion you were quiet in your responses, mainly giving one word answers and little praise.

After relentless prodding, you snapped, admitting you were irritated after seeing Jean talking to Mikasa, an old coworker and friend of his. You’d disappeared for only a moment to use the bathroom, but when you returned, the two were engrossed in what seemed like interesting chatter. Seeing the way Jean laughed after everything she said prompted the agitation in your lower stomach to boil up into your throat. Nothing was that funny.

“Maybe I overlooked her name on the guest list.” Jean’s fingers left his hair and wrapped around his tie, tugging to loosen it.

“Oh, you sure looked over her while you two were talking and laughing.” You stood on your toes to grab a mug from the cabinet before slamming its wooden door shut. “What was so funny? The fact that you used to fawn over her like an idiot?”

You shuffled back over to the sink, flipping the faucet and watching as the mug filled with water before bringing the cup to your lips to take a long drink. You sighed as the liquid quenched your dry throat, raw from yelling. You peered over the top of the mug at Jean, eyes following him as he made his way over to the selection of hard liquor against the kitchen wall.

“There you go. Name calling like a fucking child.” He poured himself a generous glass of booze, chuckling wryly and taking a sip.

You pulled the mug away from your mouth. “You—are so—,” you started, but your words disbanded into a loud and frustrated groan.

“I’m so what?” Jean swirled the auburn liquid around in his glass, pretending to look more interested in the way it moved than in the conversation you two were having.

“You don’t want me to finish that sentence, Jean. You really don’t.” You set your cup down loudly, so forcefully it might have shattered with just another ounce of force. “Stop acting like I’m overreacting. You know I’m not the jealous type, you fucking know that. I wouldn’t care, but you know you guys have history together.”

“Yeah, history means that it was in the past,” Jean retorted. “It was in the fucking past.”

You leaned forward on the counter, dipping your head low as if to question the validity of your boyfriend’s reply. “You’re telling me you’d be okay seeing me with an old flame?” You laughed humourlessly. “You complained for ten minutes after a waiter called me sweetheart.”

Jean took another long sip, then exhaled. “Because he clearly couldn’t tell the difference between horny and hospitality. Now you’re blaming me because you couldn’t see that?”

You nodded sardonically, a disbelieving smile shadowing on your lips while you reached behind your neck to unclasp your necklace. “And how’s that any different from this?”

“Mikasa never liked me back, what’s the problem? Did you just pick a topic out of a hat to bitch about?” Jean downed the rest of his alcohol, and then returned the short glass to the display. He wiped at his lips with his thumb and started back toward the kitchen.

“Fuck you, Jean.”

He let out a low chuckle while he rounded the length of the counter, sauntering in long strides until he was behind you with his large hands planted on the curve of your hips. He dipped his head, letting his mouth ghost by your ear. “You know, you’re kind of hot when you’re mad.” His palms began roaming, first gliding across your stomach before moving to your backside and cupping your ass in the curve of his hand. “Especially in that dress. You look really fucking good, baby.”

You barely cracked a smile. “Yeah?”

Jean’s low voice rumbled against your back. “Hell yeah.”

You turned around to face him, gazing up at him from behind sultry lids. “Then how about…,” you started, teasing him by fiddling around with the loose buttons on his shirt. “You sleep dreaming about all the things you wish you could do to me tonight. Because you’re not getting any.” Your seductive expression fell, and you pushed him backwards so you could slide out of the space between his body and the counter.

As you retired into your bedroom, you heard Jean’s weary voice echo from outside. “You’re cold.”

“Good,” you responded back resoundingly. “Maybe Mikasa’s free.”

“Maybe she is!” he retaliated, and although he wasn’t in front of you, you could nearly see the way he rolled his eyes at your spiteful jab.

You rolled your eyes back. “Shitforbrains.”

You removed your earrings, throwing them onto the dresser with your necklace before slipping out of your heels and stepping out of your dress. You struggled to make haste, trying to get ready for bed as quickly as you could before Jean entered the bedroom and had a chance to say anything that would incite another feud. Lazy and clad in your undergarments, you hauled yourself into the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror lethargically while you brushed your teeth and removed your makeup with halfhearted effort.

“Do I need to prove it to you?”

You removed the cold wipe from your lids, opening your eyes and watching as Jean wandered into the bathroom. He continued walking until he met you at the sink, and he wrapped his long arms around your frame again.

“Come here,” he said, pulling you into him until the space between your bodies waned. You gave him an unamused glare through your reflection in the mirror, and resumed rubbing away at your persistent eyeliner.

“Should I mark up that pretty neck of yours?” Jean nestled his face into the curve of your neck, pressing messy, carnal kisses along the side of your throat until his lips met the dip underneath your jawline. He lightly brushed over it, knowing it was your sweet spot. Every time he wanted to turn you into a frenzy of moans, that spot was the easiest way he knew how.

“Or maybe I should have you carry our child.” His hands were hot against your stomach, the soft pad of his finger drawing a delicate circle around your navel. You were glad it didn’t tickle enough to make you laugh.

“You’re pissing me off,” you said, simply.

Jean released a husky groan that vibrated against the hollow of your throat. “You’re turning me on.” He hummed. “You feel that?”

You did. Against your ass, you could feel the prominence of Jean’s hardened cock through his pants, digging eagerly into your backside, and he did nothing but continue to fuel his lust by rubbing his erection against you.

“You’re the only one that can get me hard like this,” he strained, grunting at the discomfort in his briefs.

“Look how pretty you are.” Jean took your chin in his hand and prompted you to look at yourself in the mirror. He hovered over your shoulder and looked on, like he was only spectating. “Do you think anyone compares to you?”

His eyebrows creased while amber eyes fixated on your skeptical face. After a lack of response, he jerked your chin, forcing your attention back to yourself. “Answer me.”

“No,” you said quickly.

“Exactly. Good answer.” Jean’s thumb swept gently across your chin while he withdrew his hand.

Your timid eyes drifted over to him, observing as he slid two digits into his mouth, glazing them generously with saliva before lolling his tongue and pulling his fingers out. A thick string of spit lingered until his hand dipped and slid itself into your underwear.

You choked back a desperate cry once you felt Jean part your folds, using his wet fingers to pet the sensitive swell of your clit. Instinctively, you wrapped a sweaty, tremulous hand around his wrist, but it did nothing to quell his painfully tender ministrations.

“Jean,” you murmured. Your voice was breathy, just barely above a whisper while you gave in and rolled your hips against his hand. “Fuck, wait—Jean—”

“I love the way you say my name.” He placed his free hand on your breast. His fingers hooked onto the delicate fabric of your bra and tugged the material down, freeing your nipple. “Say it louder.”

“Jean,” you mewled loudly as he began flicking the hardening peak of your chest with a ginger touch. His movements were delicate and sensual, as though he wanted to kindle an impatient desire within you.

Jean’s fingers continued to rub slow, tortured circles into your clit and he eased into you every few seconds to make sure he was keeping his fingers slick. Once he heard your whimpers begin to ebb, he would stop and switch the direction of his motion, sending you into another flurry of moans and taking pleasure in the filthy-wet mess he was creating in your panties. “Louder.”

You bit your lip and closed your eyes until the darkness of your eyelids melted into white heat. The familiar torrent of quivers shook your body, and the surface of your skin tingled with the onset of your orgasm. You dug your nails into Jean’s forearm, and in the haze of your high you forgot about all of your concerns.

“Jean!” You cried his name again, your wail echoing off of the bathroom walls while you writhed against his hold. You moved restlessly, looking for absolutely anything to cling to in an attempt to steady yourself until your climax subsided.

After you came to and regained your soundness, you scrutinized yourself in the mirror through misty tears, chagrined at how easily you’d submitted to him. You were situated limply in Jean’s arms, bottom lip swollen from persistent biting in your best efforts to veil how good he was truly making you feel, but from the sickeningly-smug simper on his face it was obvious that now Jean knew his fingers were more fruitful than an apology. Which meant this episode surely wouldn’t be the last of its kind.

He slotted his fingers into his mouth for the last time, sucking the silken coat of your arousal off of them before releasing them with a quiet pop, then Jean’s other hand crept up your neck until his thumb drove itself to part your closed lips, just wide enough so he could stick his lubricous fingers inside.

“Mhm,” he encouraged, nodding at the way you meekly looked to him for direction.

Jean’s fingers were warm and sloppy in your mouth as you sucked and he watched you intently, undoubtedly wishing that his cock could receive the same treatment. He sighed heavily as you wreathed your hot tongue around his knuckles.

“Good girl,” he breathed, pulling his digits from your jaws before his urge to stick them down your throat and watched as you gagged through tears became insatiable.

Jean worked one hand against his belt, unbuckling it skillfully before impatiently forgoing his buttons and tugging on his zipper instead. His breathing grew labored while you watched from the mirror as he shuffled behind you, and you canted yourself to the side to provide yourself with a clear view of Jean’s cock in the surface’s reflection.

His thick length pulsated, convulsing even without contact, and every time it did so, a fresh stream of precum dribbled from the swollen, red crown of his tip. With a light hand, Jean tapped his cock against the side of your thigh, prompting you to take him in your palm, and when you obeyed, it elicited a lengthy groan from him.

“Fuck, Y/N.”

You weighed his hot and heavy cock in your hand before beginning to move slowly, flicking your wrist and evoking the jerking of Jean’s hips when you did. His head hung forward and loose strands of his neatly tucked hair billowed around his face while he watched as your hand worked against his throbbing heat.

Jean delivered another set of kisses to your neck, kissing along your jawline until he stopped at the corner of your mouth to take a brief second to acknowledge his own pleasure. “Shit,” he grunted, his fleshly pants now becoming uncontrollable. “Okay, that’s enough.”

You loosened your grip around Jean’s cock while he curled his fingers around the cloth of your thin underwear, pulling it down until he stopped midway past your thighs, then his large hand settled between your shoulder blades to bend you over.

His palm collided with the pert curve of your ass, delivering a mild spank, and then he ghosted his touch over the stinging pain, blithely enjoying the way you whimpered his name ever so quietly. Jean positioned himself at your dripping entrance, prodding the tight hole with his tip over and over again just to taunt you until you glowered uncomfortably at him through the mirror.

“Stop it,” you heaved, your longing now turning into an unbearable itch.

Normally, you knew Jean would have loved to tease you, disregarding your begging and instead working even harder to rouse you, but you could tell by the sweat that beaded around his hairline that he needed relief too. So Jean spared you, grip tightening on your hips, and he pushed himself into you with a husky and guttural moan that overwhelmed your delicate whines.

He wasted no time and began moving, gradually picking up his pace until he decided on a moderate speed, not too rough, but just forceful enough that your breasts jounced and your body lurched against the sink whenever he thrusted into you.

“I always tell you how good you feel, do you need to hear it again?” Jean murmured, watching as his cock disappeared inside you and whenever he pulled back to rock his hips forward again, it glistened with a new layer of your arousal. “Your pretty pussy always takes me so well.”

He leaned into you, wrapping an arm around your waist and placing his hand on your shoulder, holding you in place while he fucked himself into you, over and over again. You tugged at Jean from deep inside your well, tightening your walls around his cock and causing his jaw to go slack with bliss.

“The way you fucking milk me, I could cum right now.” His balls slapped ceaselessly against your skin, and the sound of two sweaty bodies married together saturated the thick sex-tainted air. You struggled to watch yourself in the mirror, mouth wide open and eyes bloodshot from your tiredness and tears. Jean’s lips brushed against the shell of your ear and sent a ripple of goosebumps down the expanse of your back.

“I wish I could take a picture of you right now and keep it for later.” He panted into your ear. “You’re the only thing I can think of when I jerk off, it would be nice to have a visual.” When you said nothing he smiled, tugging at the softness of your lobe with his teeth. “Maybe next time, yeah?”

You could only give a weak and disoriented nod, and when you felt Jean’s cock twitch inside you, coupled with the way his muscles tensed underneath his skin, you knew he was close. You wrapped your hands around the arm curved about your waist and nodded at him again, cueing that you wanted to feel his release inside you.

Jean arched an eyebrow, his thrusts becoming sloppier, but he made no efforts to slow his cadence. “Yeah, you’re gonna let me cum inside you?”

You nodded silently for a third time.

Jean delivered a few more generous jerks before the small of his back tightened and he came inside you, amply flooding your chafed walls with his hot seed until you overflowed, and the creamy, white liquid seeped past the girth of his cock and began dribbling down the inside of your thigh.

Jean pulled his now limp cock out, wiping his essence gently on your folds before pulling you into another doting embrace. His clinch was tight, warm cheeks pressed against each other while he looked at you in the mirror with complete and unadulterated adoration.

“I love you,” he affirmed before flipping you over in his arms to face him. He bent down to press a salty and clammy kiss to your mouth, his lips stalling for a few moments longer before he pulled away and then delivered another kiss to your forehead. “Alright, stupid?”

You bobbed your head briefly, now embarrassed at your earlier outburst. You sunk into Jean’s torso, head against his chest, and mumbled sheepishly. “I love you too.”

The two of you stood together, arms encircling each other until Jean carefully broke his caress and began tugging you in the direction of the shower.

“Come on baby.” He grinned. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

#jean kirstein smut #jean kirsten x reader #jean x reader #jean smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #jean kirstein au #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirschtein smut

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demonsandco · 3 years

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I just saw you don't have anything with Barbatos, this is a crime /j /lh

So could I please request A, C, D, F, K, M, P, V and W from the smut alphabet with him? I know it's a lot, so please feel free to just pick the ones you want to do if it's too much!! I love your writing by the way, thank you for sharing it with us and I hope you have a wonderful day💖

Aaa thank you! I’m glad you enjoy my stuff!! I’m still a little unsure on how I want to portray Barb (considering he has such little screen time smh), but you cannot tell me this man isn’t secretly a slut (affectionate)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

As with everything, Barbatos’ first instinct after sex is to take care of his partner in any way he can. He’ll want to run them a bath, get them something to drink, and if it’s not too late he may even offer to make them a light snack, all the while completely ignoring his own needs. He wants to feel useful and productive, unused to properly relaxing or taking a break. Even if his muscles feel like jelly and his legs tremble with every step, he’ll still focus all his energy on serving them. Luckily, with how exhausted he tends to feel right after sex, it’s not too hard for them to convince him to just cuddle up and rest for once, their encouragement being more than enough to convince him to indulge for once.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

As much as Barb isn’t a fan of messiness, there's something about cumming on his partner that he finds immensely pleasing, being able to claim them in a primal way, without having to worry about lasting marks. He especially loves cumming all over their hands, watching it drip down to their wrists. He has no shame in cleaning it up for them, either, bringing their dirtied hands to his mouth and running his tongue over their palms, diligently sucking each finger clean individually, all while making direct eye contact with a lewd look on his face.

(cont under the cut)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

With how intensely private Barbatos is, the fact that he has an active sex life, or experience in general, could be a dirty secret on it’s own. Many believe that he’s married to his job, and even those that are close to him, rarely hear about the more private partners of his life. It’s not that he purposefully keeps his relationship a secret, but rather he just tends to blend into the background and he hardly ever feels the need to talk about himself. The amount of passion he has in the bedroom is surprising to say the least, considering how he carries himself in public.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Barbatos greatly enjoys stress positions, especially ones that involve restraints. His favorite would have to be kneeling, legs spread with his ankles tied to his thighs and his hands tied behind his back, forcing his spine to arch and leaving him exposed and helpless to his partner’s every whim. He knows that it’s rather out of the ordinary, and he definitely doesn’t expect every night with his partner to involve something like that, but he can’t help but crave the thrill that comes with that position, unable to move and not having to think, only having to hold still and letting them use his body as they wish.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Unsurprisingly, one of Barb's favorite kinks is bondage, either with ropes or delicate ribbons. It’s cathartic in a way, both tying up his partner and being restrained himself. He finds himself drawn to intricate knot patterns especially, enjoying the artistry and skill that comes with it. He could spend hours restraining them in an artful manner without getting tired of it. He’s even more fond of having them do the same to him, knowing that they put time and effort into learning different patterns for him, not being able to do anything but hold still as their hands slide over his body in such an intimate way. Every shift of his muscles or hitch of his breath causes the bonds to bite into his skin, pressing tightly in his most sensitive areas.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Despite having a fairly high libido, it’s actually incredibly difficult to turn Barbatos on without being outright sexual. He has an impressive amount of control, especially when he’s working, and no amount of flirtatious touches or whispered promises are enough to shatter his composure. If his partner really wants to have an effect on him, they need to be bold and direct.

The easiest way to do so is to follow him somewhere private, like an empty hallway or the kitchen, and be physical. Grab his hips and press up against his back, pin him against a wall or counter with their thigh between his legs, or pull him down for a kiss while tugging on his hair. They need to be quick, taking too much time will make him rush back to work and ruin their element of surprise, but the sudden affection is enough to steal his breath and leave him aching for more. Once they’ve managed to break his control, though, they’d better be prepared to not get much sleep that night, because he’ll be eager to follow through with their advances the moment he finishes his work for the day.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Barbatos tends to prefer a slower, passionate pace, every movement calculated and controlled to bring a specific amount of pleasure to his partner. It isn’t often that he has time to spare, so when he does, he wants to savor every moment he gets to spend with them, taking his time with their body and indulging his greedy side. He loves how desperate it makes them, his movements so slow that it’s practically torture, highly pleasurable, but just barely not enough to cum. He’ll drag on the moment for as long as he can, because he knows it’ll be a while before he can do it again.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Barbatos is naturally very quiet, his voice soft and soothing. He doesn’t speak much during sex, and when he does, his words are barely more than a whisper. At first, he’s completely silent, purposefully stifling his noises out of embarrassment, but even when he lets go, he never really gets loud. Most of his noises sound like gasps, and even his rarely heard moans are extremely breathy and desperate, much higher in tone than his regular voice. He has a habit of trying to muffle himself if he feels he’s getting too noisy, hiding his face in bed sheets or pillows and biting into the material, or bringing his hands up to his face to bite his knuckles, attempting to regain control of his voice.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Unlike most demons, Barbatos’ horns are actually very sensitive, to the point where the slightest touch is enough to send shivers down his spine. The little skeletal appendages function more like feelers or antennae, rather than weapons. While he’s distracted, they often move without him realising, shifting with his emotions and acting as an easy way for his partner to tell when he’s really enjoying something.

His tail isn’t anywhere near as sensitive, but it’s certainly a fun addition to the bedroom. He has very precise control of it, being able to move both tips independently with precision. It basically self lubricates, too, having a strange wet, almost gloopy and slippery texture, without ever leaving behind any residue to clean up. He’d be more than happy to use it on his partner, or himself, and show them exactly how skilled he is in controlling its movements.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me barbatos #obey me smut #smut alphabet #lime time

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jtrokujo · 3 years

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂¿

paring: Mikaela Hyakuya x fem!Reader

(they’re 18+!!!)

word count: 4k

warning: this story contains sexual content

gerne: smut

summary: there are days when they get along well but there were also days when they hated each other like the plague and even though they love each other?

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The weather is neutral, but I wish it got better.

The sun is obscured by the gray clouds, but it's not windy or anything.

You could even go out with a top.

However, y / n decided to take a seat in the four walls with a number of different books and a tall pile of books right next to them.

As she gently leafed through the pages of the somewhat older book, she felt a stab.

Of course it didn't hurt since no one was attacking her, but it felt like someone was watching her.

Without presenting her feelings, she took some books and put the rest where she got them.

Immediately after leaving the library, she stopped in the middle of the path and said with an annoyed sigh, "Bathory, I know you're here."

He stands grinning in front of y / n, but could hardly show a disappointed face.

With his head tilted to one side, he looked at his prey and smiled at her immediately. "I prefer you to call me by my first name, dear."

“I do what I want and not what you want, Bathory. Besides, I have better things to do than waste my precious time being influenced by you. "

When they told the vampire, she continued on her way, or at least intended to.

As quickly as he came, he grabbed her arm just as quickly. "But y / n, why is it in such a hurry?" asked the vampire, amused, pressing more and more on hers with every second, so slowly you could hear her bones. Y / n had to react immediately!

Without thinking for a second, she dropped all of the books on the white floor and immediately grabbed her gun. "You should let go of me!" y / n's voice rang out down the hall and immediately shot the vampire in the arm.

His blood spurted around her.

Y / n got his blood on her face as well as on her clothes - it was the same with Bathory, also the wall and especially the floor got his blood.

"Disgusting." mumbled y / n and wiped the blood on her face, although she knew herself that it would be of no use.

"What's going on here?" Everyone but not him.

"Hello Mika!" said Ferid with delight and turned to get a better look at him.

"Have you lost your nerve again?" he asked me annoyed, but he only looked at me for a few seconds and immediately saw Ferid's blood spatter.

"What do you mean 'again'?"

Even if we've known each other for a long time, we both have to admit that one and the other have diverged. Sometimes it was his fault, sometimes it was me. There were of course moments when we got along really well, but in the end they weren't enough in my opinion.

"Since you've lived with us, at least one vampire must have got something from your weapon."

Said the blond-haired vampire while his eyes stared at me.

I'm not understating when I say that his eyes alone make me feel naked.

Mika only manages to control me through his eyes, even though I should be the one who should control every vampire or the various books I spend most of my time on just one more bad joke.

It was enough for vampires to exist and more than hundreds of people took their own lives just to be able to enjoy themselves. To this day I cannot forgive any of the vampires for what they did to me or those around me. I know myself that there are bad ones, but what is their goal?

Or do you have a goal?

"Y / n." I heard his voice.

Awakened from my trance, I see his eyes again. However, they do not have this previous aura, no, they are a little stricter this time. When I gave him a sign of his attention, the lecture immediately came, "You are old enough to know how to behave and with whom to behave. If you show this behavior to someone else, I'll let that person do it . " and do what they want, because I haven't had the nerve for someone like you for a long time. So finally know your limits before I use my weapon against you! "

Impressive. From sentence to sentence his voice grew louder and louder. Seriously, I never expected or even had the idea of this side of Mika in my life, but here it is. Wonderful y / n, now you have managed to sink deeply with Mika, which is actually the very last thing I ever wanted to achieve in my life, but life has never been a paradise.

With a chuckle, Bathory put his arm and my shoulders and spoke to Mika.

"But, but Mika shouldn't be so strict with her. She's just a little girl again, not even now, is she?" "If I were that little girl, you would surely have two arms instead of one." After saying my sentence, I picked up the books that were still on the floor and didn't say goodbye to anyone, why should I?

Bathory is nothing more than an idiot who uses his satisfaction to see others suffer rather than provoke them too.

While Mika nudges both children like a father, although the other is to blame for everything.

When I got to my room, I put the books on my table and sat on my bed, thinking about the old days. However, I don't think of the days with loved ones that I lost, but of those that I spent with Mika before he gave me a “better life”.

I could leave it all behind at any time and either not start an old or a new life, but I love to have him in my heart for it.

Sighing at my thoughts, I give up and stood in front of my closet for the next minute.

While the lukewarm water felt the white bathtub, my clothes landed on the floor.

This life is more of a calling expected of others than a life of its own. A break does no harm to anyone.

I said to myself and after a few seconds I closed my eyes.

After my bath or a break from the real world, I'm just choosing which book to read.

As I was about to start the new book, someone knocked on my door.

Hesitantly, I said the door was open and waited for the person behind it to appear. Please leave it all but Bathory.

Sighing, I immediately put my hand on my left breast and saw him, Mika.

To be honest, I'm happy to see him, but I'm not, but I don't need an explanation. "Good evening." he said in his usual tone. Without making a big head out of it, I repeated it myself, but added if he needed anything from me.

Shivering, I answered my question in the negative and came up to me with slow steps.

The only thing I could do was do nothing. I stopped. When our faces are a few centimeters away, his arm came slowly towards my body, until he reached for something, when he had this in his hand, he came back with a few steps and immediately held a book in my face.

"I really recommend it, I have to say, you have pretty good taste when it comes to books. I've read it several times because these stories, the writing style, the plot and most of all the characters are up to me." uniquely well written down to the smallest detail. "

I looked at the vampire in amazement. "You read that too?" "Y / n, if I hadn't read it, I wouldn't have a clue either."

A little ashamed of my oh-so-intelligent question, I also looked at the floor.

The whole time there was nothing to be heard, neither a little intoxication, nor even breathing. But after a few seconds, Mika also broke the embarrassing silence by taking a few steps and holding out his arm to me. I don't understand it about myself. When Mika is around, I either act annoyed or neutral. However, countless butterflies gather in my stomach when I think of him alone!

"Y / n ... y / n?!" Mika looked up, gave me a neutral look and at the same time held a few strands of my hair and asked me if he should tie my hair up with a towel. I gently took the wet strands of hair from his hand and began to giggle at my discomfort and nervousness. The thought of me being weird was always out of the question.

"I think I'll blow dry my hair. I'll see you at dinner or tomorrow."

"I'll see you at dinner or tomorrow." repeated Mika before she disappeared from my room.

Locked in the room and caught in his deepest thoughts, he stared over the ceiling.

The reviews of that day haunted him to this day when he also dreamed them.

Sleeping now wouldn't be for him, even though it is shortly before 2 o'clock.

But what can you do about it?

The vampire rose from the bed, stretched out, and decided to go for a walk immediately.

As he walked through the empty corridors, he always hoped not to meet anyone.

Whatever stays that way.

Bored and hands in his pockets, the floor caught his attention. It didn't take long, however, because he was amazed to get up when he saw the light coming from someone's room.

He was more than sure whose room, or rather chamber, it was.

It was Y / n's.

He stopped in front of it, thinking, held out his hand and wanted to knock on the door. At the same time he quickly put his hand in his pocket. This scenario takes about 3 minutes. But it wasn't the vampire's nervousness that was unusual, no, why should he be at y / n's door? This is funny.

Doesn't he often seem annoyed or stern in your presence?

Well, he doesn't even know what's going on in his head.

After an eternity, the vampire finally knocked on the human's door and immediately heard "Come in" from the other side.

Without telling himself twice, he opened the door and saw her. He saw her spread out on the large bed with several notes and books.

Stressed out. You can't see it from the outside, but even Mika can confess that he thinks it is strange to see y / n at this time.

"Do you need something?" she asked him and fixed him with her gaze.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping long ago?" he asked and at the same time crossed his arms over his chest.

"Mika, I could ask you that too, don't you think?" sigh y / n and slowly start piling up her notes and books together.

When Mika offered her help, she politely declined and slowly and carefully put the things on her desk.

"If you have nothing special to do, you can always keep me company, you know?"

Yes, even if there is an argument between the two, they still get along well. However, they don't seem to be as close as they used to be. Without saying anything, Mika accepted the offer and sat next to y / n.

Was that really wise?

The smell of y / n gets over his head, but he's not as easy to lose control as other vampires.

Breathing hard, Mika rubbed her eyes and hoped that this unbearable smell would go away any moment.

Easier said than done.

If only I had drunk blood in the last few days. The vampire cursed.

Y / n noticed his unusual behavior and tried to communicate with him, but to no avail. She called his name several times, tapped him on the shoulder, and shook him a little. He seems trapped in his own world. For the first time she seemed to see someone so trapped in his own world. When will he regain his senses?

Annoyed, she hit his skull with her fist, which led to a groan of pain from Mika's mouth. "What does this mean?!"

“If you are tired, please go to your room and sleep there.

Both rolled their eyes in annoyance.

"You have nothing to say to me, human."

"Oh really? What are you going to do about it, vampire?" It wasn't a mistake by y / n, but rather Mika's mistake. If he hadn't called her a human, she wouldn't have called him a vampire. Nobody except Mika knows right now how much he hates vampires and yet he is one himself, but you have to remember that he never wanted to be one. Not everyone is lucky in life.

As I said, even if it was his own fault that she reminded him, he completely lost his nerve. Slowly she approached y / n, she already felt the dark aura coming towards her. However, y / n did not want to show the fear that is in her and slowly rising above her head. She will regret it. "Repeat when you have the pity." "What is the problem? You called me human and I called you a vampire, but you know what makes me be silly, get out of here, vampire. ”Without further ulterior motives, Mika grabbed her wrist and squeezed the bones with her hand listened from print to print. When she wanted to reach for her gun, which is under her top, Mika was a second faster and threw it directly to the end of the room. When Mika immediately released his hand from Y / n's wrist, she saw an emotion in his eyes, sadness.

He was hurt, but shouldn't he care? What should a little person who plays with little guns do against a vampire, ask him about a game? However, he saw her more as a person, he saw her as someone he can love, with whom he can laugh, of course he had had these people before in his life, but they have long since disappeared. Oh how much he loves her.

If only she knew how many letters he wrote her, but never gave them to her, but hid them in his room.

"I'm really stupid." Mika muttered trembling to herself. Y / n heard it and slowly walked up to him "Mika, that was very childish of me and, to be honest, I'm sorry." When she tried to touch his shoulder, he knocked her away and looked into her eyes, it was their fault.

“I don't want your decisions! I never wanted to be a vampire! If you don't know anything about me, please be quiet and think twice before you open your door! ”The whole room went quiet, pretty quiet. It was rather uncomfortably quiet for y / n, but she preferred to keep her mouth shut because it looked like Mika was looking for the right words. "Why do I love you? Tell me Y / N, how can I love you when you hate me so much?" His voice was fragile and it was tormented to hear it that way. "Mika, I had never hated you before." Exhausted, Mika sat down on the floor and looked at the gun at the other end of the room. "Every time I see a gun like that, I hate myself even more." “Even if it sounds a bit clichéd, for example because of the current situation, I have to and want to admit that I love you Mika. You are in such pain and apparently you have torn old wounds. You didn't deserve that, nobody deserved that. ”Y / n sat like Mika on the floor and hugged him. Her warm body against his cold one. As if in slow motion, their faces stood a few inches apart until their lips met.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏

With my hands on the back of his neck and my tongue seeking his, his fingertips dance from my thigh under my top.

Only he managed to make me shiver everywhere in a few seconds with the help of his touch. Not through his ice-cold skin, no, only through him. In keeping with the mood, the cold raindrops hit my window pane. "Waiting." he whispered to me.

Not a second later it was pitch black in my room. The butterflies in my stomach just like Mika don't know when to stop, but I love it, never let it stop! His lips kissed every inch of my skin and whispered to me how divine my body was. His hands slide up my top until it finally brushes over my head. The first item of clothing is already on the floor. My legs were around his waist so he could pick me up and lay me on my bed. When he did that, his lips were still on my skin.

As I lay down comfortably, I watched his clothes land piece by piece on the floor. His belly is built like that of a Greek god and although it is dark the moon shines on him. One could have immediately thought it was a godsend. The boxer shorts were the only items of clothing that remained. While I was about to take off my pants, Mika took my hands and indicated that he could do it himself. When my pants peeled off my skin, he looked at my legs in admiration and immediately threw my pants on the floor. Now stand half-naked in front of my bed. The red cheeks on his cheeks were clearly visible. "Are we really supposed to pull this off?" I asked Mika and looked him in the eye. His lips approached my ear and he breathed softly, "Y / n, the question is not, we should, but we can. A human and a vampire, is that a good chemistry?"

"Why don't we want to find out?" I whispered and kissed his shoulder in time. Now he looked at me again, but with clearly red cheeks you could have thought he had a fever, but I can't blame him, because even when his ice-cold body is on top of mine, my body manages to have a hot temperature.

As our tongues played with each other again, our hands explored each other's bodies. While one hand pinches my buttocks, the other is right on my bra clasp.

Moaning slightly, I also pinched his buttocks and felt my muscles tense. A low gasp left his delicate lips, which made me even weaker. My temperature rises more and more with each of his touches.

I can not stand it anymore!

He knows very well that he has the upper hand!

When my bra, like the rest of the clothes, landed on the floor, his ice-cold hands brushed my arms up to my hips and brushed the last piece of clothing across the floor.

I was breathing hard down in my zone.

His hands were on each thigh so I couldn't pinch my legs together. Apart from the horniness, I could hardly move my legs because of his strength, you can not say that he is so strong. The horniness in me is going like crazy! With every breath Mika takes against my area, the butterflies in my stomach fly crazier.

When his tongue brushed my cervix for less than a second, I let out a gasp. Immediately afterwards he pressed his tongue against it and danced with it at the same time. That I'm getting wetter is not only clear to me, but also to Mika, when he was his tongue in my entrance, she explored every single inch inside.

Overwhelmed by shame and lust, I pressed one hand against my mouth so as not to make a noise from you, and the other on his white-blonde hair.

Every time his tongue penetrated deeper and he spread my thighs wider and wider, it honestly hurt, but I don't care about that at the moment because as good as he makes me feel no one is going to do it and I want it too nobody does it because I just want them. Because I just want Mika.

When I thought it couldn't get better, I was wrong. When he started sucking, I was done. My lustful moans got louder every time I sucked, but I do my best that nobody but Mika can hear it. When he freed his tongue from the entrance again, he stuck his middle and ring finger in the next second and didn't give me a second to get used to it. The speed of his fingers is unique!

No matter how much I press my hand against my mouth, my moans stay louder.

Several times his name groaned, which only drove him to increase the speed. My orgasm is nourishing. When I groaned and said I was about to be there, he didn't stop but continued. His tongue dances on my cervix and his fingers successfully hit the G-spot every time, it's just breathtaking!

When my orgasm came, I screamed his name with relish and breathed heavily as I stared at the ceiling.

His beautiful face approached mine, but he devoted his lips to my ears and whispered, "A second round won't hurt you." Aren't my trembling legs enough for him? In the middle of the kiss, I slowly felt his member inside me, but my nails clawed behind his back in pain, we continued the kiss. Now it was Mika who groaned in the middle of the kiss. He closed his eyes and kissed my chest as his hips began to dance. Is it still normal for him to make me feel this way? Because on the one hand I can no longer, on the other hand I want more! Mika's one hand is on my thigh while the other is on my chest. The way he plays sensitive nipples is superb.

I don't know how he makes me feel so good, but I want him to never stop. "Mika, don't stop." I moaned in his ear and wrapped my legs around his waist. When he saw me, I didn't know how to feel. Because his eyes are blood red! He slowly approached my neck. That cold breath worried me even more. He didn't bite me, however, but instead scratched his designated spot with his fangs as the blood flowed from the wound, so it propelled him and made him much faster than before. The clap of our skin was just as loud as the satisfying moans from our mouths. "Y / n." he groaned my name and immediately turned me around. Now my back was visible to him. With both hands on our hips, our bodies clapped together. When I moaned his name one last time, the orgasm came, Mika pulled his member out of me and rubbed it with his hand until finally the white sperm speared out of his body.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏

After Mika helped me cleanse my body, we are back in bed naked. "Do you think we can do it?" Mika asked out of nowhere. “I don't think so, I know, Mika. And I think you should too. "The vampire looked at me lovingly and finally kissed me on the lips and immediately afterwards whispered" Good night, y / n. " "Good night, Mika."

#mikaela hyakuya #owari no seraph mikaela #owari no seraph #mikaela x reader #oneshot #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #female #x you #love story #smut #seraph of the end #yuichiro hyakuya #shinoa hiragi #ferid bathory #guren ichinose

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daybreakx · 2 years

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➵ sf9 youngbin x fem! reader. enemies with benfits(ish). smut, zero plot.

➵wc: 803 words

➵ warnings: smut, unprotected sex, slight degradation, fingering, piv, hair pulling, marking, creampie. everything portrayed in this writing is consensual, however be smart about having sex and do not take this as an example. If this writing isn’t for you, DO NOT INTERACT, that includes minors, of course. unedited.

➵a/n: i don’t usually write smut so please keep that in mind. feedback is appreciated as i do look forward to improving❤️

this was a request by @petitebakers

“I thought you hated me.”

Youngbin’s voice comes from above you and although your eyes are half-closed, you can tell his smiling. That smug, disgusting smile he saves especially for you.

“I do,” you breathe, though your grip around his forearm tightens.

Not a believable statement when he is quite literally balls deep inside you. Youngbin chuckles, his hips moving back leaving you almost empty before he rams back into you, causing a whimper you cannot swallow.

This doesn’t have to mean anything. It hasn’t meant anything the past three times it’s happened. Youngbin is a de-stressor for the same stress he causes.

“Of course you do.” He’s still amused, although you can hear that slight lack of breath before he thrusts his hips again.

“Shut up, Youngbin,” You roll your eyes. You certainly don’t want to talk, you only want him to keep moving. To feel his dick against your walls, throbbing and pulsing. “And keep fucking me.”

This makes youngbin halt every movement. Not before pulling completely out of you, the newfound emptiness has your pussy clenching around nothing and you thrash against the mattress, your legs closing to rub against each other wanting to create the friction you need so badly.

Youngbin’s hand is between your thighs, keeping them apart before you can even catch relief. His head cocks to the side slowly and his fingers ghost the inside of your thigh, painfully slow.

“Say please,” he says, his tone grave and demanding. It usually takes a little more to piss him off, but he’s not having it tonight. “If you want me to keep fucking you, say please.”

You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing you beg, yet the grip he’s got on your thighs is strong enough that you can’t possibly close them. And you need to feel something.

“I’m waiting,” he coos, and his fingers trace a path up. Youngbin taps them slowly closer and closer to the place where you want them.

You want to make a smart-ass remark, but your brain empties the moment his index finger teases your entrance. And he enters it so slowly it’s torture. You moan.

His thumb moves in circles on your clit just as slow. Teasing you, testing you. And when you thrust into his hand he presses you down harder than before.

“Desperate, aren’t we?” He mocks and adds another finger, pumping in and out.

You like his fingers, he damn well knows how to use them. But they’re not enough, not tonight. You moan again as he continues rubbing the small bundle of nerves and his fingers pump you teasingly.

“Please,” you finally give in. Your throat rasps the word out while both your hands sink on the mattress. “Please.”

“Oh look at you, begging to have a dick inside you.” Youngbin sinks his fingers on you again, more aggressive this time and when he pulls them out, you don’t have enough time to beg again before his penis is on their place, filling you up.

He is relentless now, thrusting hard and fast. His lips attached to your neck as he grunts and moans, joining your already uncontrollable mewls. One of your hands runs down his back, you know he is going to make you pay later for scratching him, he might leave a mark on your neck as of that moment. But your brain doesn’t dwell on the details, not when you can feel the knot forming on the pit of your stomach, you’re close to your release.

You pull on his hair and Youngbin’s moans become deeper, wilder as he increases the pace. The sounds of skin against skin and your moans mixed is extremely sinful and you are glad you chose to reunite in your apartment instead of his. Another ‘please’ escapes your lips when his hand goes down to your clit again and finally, with a loud whimper you reach your orgasm.

“Good girl,” Youngbin manages to say still rutting inside you. Through the fog of pleasure you can feel his dick twitching, before he comes inside you. “Good girl.” he repeats, slowing down yet not pulling out of you even as his boner dies down.

Your heart is racing and your body still spasms a little but you sigh, satisfied. This doesn’t happen as often as it should, you think. And immediately toss the thought aside. It already happens a lot more than it should.

When Youngbin pulls out and falls next to you in bed, you feel his seed seeping out and shiver.

“I’ll get you cleaned up,” he promises staring first at the mess and then at your face. “Let me catch my breath for a minute.”

You still hate him, and he still hates you. But that doesn’t mean you can’t do this. It’s like a small favor.

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goldenkirstein · 3 years

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drunk aot boys hc's

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anonymous requested: Hey Raf, can I request some headcanons about what type of drunk Jean, Eren and Armin are and how they act when drunk, both in general and around their s/o? And you know, if they know their limits or don’t care because they enjoy being drunk and stuff. I just had this really random thought of Jean starting to give compliments to EVERYONE (and Eren is so weirded out when Jean tells him how soft his hair looks) and now I can’t stop wondering what they’d be like so yeah 😂

pairing: jean x gn! reader, eren x gn! reader, armin x gn! reader

wc: 1.3k+

tags: fluff, suggestive content, mentions of alcohol, vomiting, violence/aggression,

a/n: kind of got a little suggestive, but there's no smut. hope you enjoy reading, thank you for the request !!

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armin arlert:

He knows his limit, and on most days, he won’t drink past that, but sometimes on particularly stressful days, Armin thinks, one more drink won’t hurt. That thought is what gets him in trouble.

Usually, he’s easy to fluster when he is sober, but drunk Armin? Everyone is shocked at how unabashedly confident he is.

It does not matter if he has a s/o or not; he will be giggly and touchy and has no filter.

He gets very flushed, rosy cheeks and all.

Eren and Mikasa are unfazed by this; they have seen Armin drunk, but the others are shell-shocked when Armin starts singing back the lewd lyrics they use on him. He whispers them in your ear, and you have to pretend that he isn’t affecting you.

He begins making concoctions that will get him plastered and has to be physically restrained because:

Although it’s fun for him to forget about his worries for a night, he cannot handle his alcohol.

He wakes up with the worst hangovers, says that he will never drink again, which is a lie, but it’s a simple reassurance for the time being.

If everyone thinks he’s flirty and touchy when he’s with them, it just becomes dialed up to 100 when he is with you.

Usually, he gets blushy when you compliment him, but if they try it when he’s drunk? He will dish it back to them ten times worse.

“Yeah, I look pretty? You look even prettier when your clothes are-” “I know I did not hear Armin say what he just said to you. Who knew Arlert had such a foul mouth on him.”

He wants to be touching you 24/7; he’ll lean against you and quietly hum whatever song is playing, and if you push him off to go somewhere, he’ll get whiney and try to follow you wherever you are going.

He’s the type to wait for you outside the bathroom and continue talking to you, that is, if he can’t come inside.

He will try to kiss you, and drunk Armin kisses are almost always sloppy and messy, and as much as you try to push him away, he will end up landing a couple of kisses on your cheek and mouth-’adjacent’ area (his aim is kind of off).

Everyone likes going out to get drinks with him, he’s just fun to be around, and they also love seeing him enjoy himself for once and not worry about everyone else.

eren jaeger:

He is not a lightweight, but like Armin doesn’t get drunk often.

As such, he is usually assigned to taking care of the rest of them.

However, on the rare night where Eren does indulge, he becomes so reckless.

Eren will try to fight everyone, mostly Jean, though. It’s the worst when both of them are drunk and throwing punches (albeit missing most of them).

He will loop you in to participate in his antics, which almost always end up with him on the floor, and you need to pick him up and kiss him better (he plays his injuries up like a drama queen, just to secure a few more of those kisses).

He does get hungover the next day, but he doesn’t mind it too much because it happens so rarely.

Everyone is on high alert when it comes to drunk Eren because nine times out of ten, he is a danger to himself and occasionally can land a pretty mean punch.

One of the things he loves to do before he gets too drunk is to grab your jaw tilt it back to look at him, with a teasing glint in his eyes. He’ll wink at you and pour whatever he’s drinking down your throat and then gently close your mouth. If some of the drink spills from your lips, he’ll lean in and lick it up off your chin before kissing you and walking away to get another drink for himself.

When he’s wasted, he is not nearly as smooth, but Eren still thinks he is. He’ll try to talk to you up, but it’s just slurred words, with a crooked smile he thinks is a smirk.

He won’t be as touchy as Armin is, but there are a good few times where his arms are hooked around your neck, and he’s got you in a bear hug, mumbling, “everyone sucks; they made me get off the bar top, ‘m not talking ‘bout you though, you’re perfect.”

At some point, he does need to be tied up because he doesn’t know when to stop, and he will run away with his drinks if someone tries to take them from him.

When you try to take him home, he won’t recognize that it’s you, and he’ll just keep saying, “I have a partner, and even though you are very pretty, I’m a loyal man.” You just need to wait till he’s almost passed out because he’ll keep up this act as long he’s conscious.

Everyone enjoys his presence, but he can get quite out of control, so he taps out most of the time before he can get too drunk.

Jean Kirstein:

He doesn’t know his limit and, more often than not, crosses it; compared to the other two, he gets drunk more often.

Like Armin, he is a very flirty drunk, but he’s also super sloppy and has no filter whatsoever; he will say the first thing that pops into his mind.

He gets into fights with Eren, mostly because Eren provokes him, but in the same vein, he ends up complimenting Eren, something he would be caught dead doing if he was sober.

“You know what, jaeger? Your hair looks soft, I’ve been trying to figure out what to use for months, and I just can’t figure out your secret.” “Is this some new defensive technique you picked up? How am I supposed to hit you now?”

He genuinely thinks he’s the most competent person in the room, but he’s spewing out gibberish, and you don’t want to hurt his feelings, so you nod and pretend to understand him. Jean thinks his drunk babbling is what’s going to bring total world peace.

Nights with him always end up with Jean puking and spending the rest of the night in your lap, with you running your fingers through his hair. If you dare move your hand from his head, he’ll pout and take your hand and put it back on his head and won’t budge until he feels your fingers against his scalp.

Terrible hangovers; he doesn’t want to speak to anyone and spends the entire day in bed.

He becomes super affectionate with his friends and you. Jean’s a sweet man, but he doesn’t let anyone get to see his vulnerable side, so when he’s drunk, he lets everyone know what he thinks about them.

When Armin isn’t drinking, Jean is usually the one who tries to fluster him the most. When he succeeds, he’ll turn his attention to you and try to make you squirm.

Jean ends up confessing many things when he’s drunk; he tells you that he loves you for the first time when he’s drunk. The following morning, he acts like he doesn’t remember; Jean does, though and ends up properly telling you that he loves you later in the day.

His having no filter and his wayward confessions are also how he gets into fights with Eren. Jean lands a few good punches, but he tires himself out and just opts to hug Eren and tell him how much he appreciates him, despite Eren’s stubbornness.

Everyone loves having him around, but they have to watch out when he gets sappy or look out for him puking (he has ruined a good amount of furniture).

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Hi dear

I'm a big fan of your writing, especially the way you write Sy. Love it. If you are still taking prompts, I have one.

How would Henry and his characters react to having an Erectile dysfunction?

I think that topic is not being discussed enough.

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Thanks for the ask Anon. I was having trouble with this ask so I discussed it with @henryobsessed and we worked on it together. To be fair, she did most of it! If you haven’t read any of her work I suggest you visit her blog and take a look at her Masterlist . She is a great friend and has a wonderful perspective and a unique style. I love her!

@henryobsessed here I have to interject and have my say too, I loved this request, it was so much fun finding creative ways to discuss a delicate subject. And for the record I may have done more characters but @sillyrabbit81 wrote more words per character HAHAHA. You are a wonderful Friend and Cavill sister you inspire and push me to be myself and I cannot be more grateful. That being said have fun reading guys 😊

Summary: Situations in which Henry and his characters suffer erectile dysfunctions

Word Count: approx 3k

Warnings: smut, masturbation (m), oral sex (m and f receiving), anal play, p in v sex, bad medical advice, incorrect use of prescription medication, bodily fluids, period sex, drunk sex, Dom/sub relationship, descriptions of violence and death,

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Erectile Dysfunction Headcanon

Henry Cavill

Henry had been filming for months and now he was headed home for a week’s break. You sat there waiting in the tinted people mover, as Henry was ushered to the car. Lights blinded you as the door opened, he climbed in, and smiling a weary grin, he pulled you into a big bear hug. He missed you so much.

That night, he fell into your arms in a passionate embrace. You had both craved each other, missing one another’s touch. As the night progressed, you noticed things were different. For the first forty minutes you were ecstatic, he had bought you to orgasm three times. Your body was super sensitive, but every time he seemed to be close himself, the phone would ring, indicating someone needed him. You had switched it off after an hour, having enough, and wanting his undivided attention.

Henry had managed to stay hard, but after an hour and a half, it was beginning to be painful for you, and he seemed no closer. Eventually, he flopped beside you, drained from the physical exertion.

“I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s like I’m right there, but I can’t let go.”

You brought him into your arms, and caressing his back said, “Don’t worry love. It will be ok. Just give yourself a day, and maybe we can shut your phone off. I think the stress it is causing you might be a big part of the problem.”

He huffed at the thought. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe.” He sighed and soon you heard soft snores spilling from his lips.

Walter Marshall

It had been a long day, scratch that a long month. Walter had been working day and night to catch a serial killer. That night as he came home, he couldn’t forget the latest victim. What they had found had turned his stomach. In all the years he had been on the force, nothing could have prepared him for what they found that night.

Arriving home he collapsed on the bed, he was so physically exhausted, and for once sleep immediately consumed him. He woke nearly twelve hours later to the smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee. He groaned; he had forgotten it was his two-year anniversary with you. Walking into the bathroom he washed his face, staring at the blood shot eyes reflected back at him.

“Come on man, get it together. You promised her,” Walter tried to fire himself up. It was no use, he was spent. Sighing, he walked into the kitchen wrapped his arms around you and breathed in the soft floral scent in your hair. For the first time in days, he felt a spark within himself, and although the horrific images still played on his mind, he felt a slight peace. He kissed your head, relieved, something could still reach him, something was still good. “Happy anniversary, love,” he growled.

After a wonderful breakfast, Walter sat on the couch with you and the two of you cuddled while watching a movie. His eyes kept sliding shut, his exhaustion made worse by his full belly. His fatigue became even more apparent when after reaching your hand beneath the blanket, you could not bring his flaccid muscle to attention.

Normally this situation would turn heated quickly, you had a way with your tongue that often had him begging for more. But Walter couldn’t get rid of the images in his mind, the battered and dismembered bodies, and the fact they were no closer to catching the killer weighed most heavily on his thoughts.

After half an hour of you trying to arouse him, Walter said in a resigned voice, “Sorry love, I don’t think I can.” With eyes that spoke of immense pain he looked at you and asked, “Could we please just cuddle? I think I need that more than anything right now.” In that moment he knew you were the one for him. He had expected huffing or crying because you thought you weren’t good enough or you asking him to please you. Instead, you had adjusted your position, so he was tucked into your body, holding him close while your hand stroked his curls.

A calm filled his soul as you whispered, “I am here for whatever you need my love. Rest now.”

Captain Syverson

You were just about to turn the light off and go to sleep when you heard the front door open with a crash and heard a rough curse. You grin, Sy was home and wasn’t sober. You knew what that meant, rough, wild, primal fucking. You quickly turn the light off and hide under the covers, well acquainted with the game, you knew how to play your part.

“Where are ya, woman?” Sy’s voice boomed at your bedroom door. “Don’t think you can hide from me. I’m hungry!”

You peek out from under the blanket, Sy had turned the light on again and was quickly undressing. You lick your lips, watching your big furry ox as he dropped his jeans, and his cock was revealed already on its way to being hard. Turning suddenly, he saw you, and you yelped covering your face again. “I see you woman, don’t play shy!” You giggle nervously, excited, your core already dampening with arousal.

Sy pulls the covers back and smirks as he sees you’re already naked waiting for him, “You’re a cheeky little thing ain’tcha?” You bite your lip, opening your legs slightly, inviting him in. Grabbing your ankles, he pulls you down the bed and gets on his knees. A low growl emanates from his throat before he dives between your legs feasting on you with an eagerness that brings you swiftly to your peak.

Licking at his lips and sucking on his glistening whiskers, he stands up pumping his cock getting it ready. Your brows pull together, puzzled, he’s always hard when he eats you out. You don’t have time to dwell on it because he’s soon ready. Sy flips you onto your knees before he enters and begins his assault on your core.

Something is wrong though, you can feel him falling out of you. Did he cum already? Sy mumbles curses, pulling out and you turn around and see him fisting himself again as he slips his fingers inside you. In a few moments he is hard again, removing his fingers and replacing it with his cock. You sigh, relieved, as he builds his rhythm, and you hear him start to groan. But soon, it happens again, and try as he might he just can’t stay hard.

“Fuck,” Sy growls. You turn around and see the look on his face, a mix of frustration and embarrassment that melts your heart. “I think I drank too much Sugar,” he says, running his hand over his short hair. “Fuck. This hasn’t happened… Fuck!”

“Hey!” you say sharply to get his attention.

“What?” Sy replies just as sharply, but he doesn’t look at you.

“It’s fine, Baby,” you assure him. You see him jut his jaw and you reach up and cup his cheeks, making him look at you. “It’s ok. You’re just a little too drunk,” you smile and give him a soft kiss. “It happens.”

“Not to me it don’t.”

“It’s not forever,” you say. “Come on, let’s go to sleep. I’m sure it’ll be back normal in the morning.” You kiss him again and pull his head down to whisper in his ear, “maybe you could wake me up like you did last week.” You pull back and smirk raising your eyebrows.

Sy grins, still a little sheepish, but there was a hint of mischief in his eyes again, “You’re a good thing, Sugar.” He kisses your forehead and says, “I love you.”

Geralt of Rivia

Geralt had never in his life had this happen before. The bar maid who had eagerly agreed to keep his bed warm on this cold winter’s night, gaped in confusion.

How could it be? She thought, All the myths about Witcher’s said they were virile and could last most of the night. She had been consumed with the thought ever since The White Wolf had arrived in the area and was quick to accept his offer to take her to his bed. She was bitterly disappointed and pouted at Geralt. Her sweet, plump lips alone should have been enough to make his cock stand, but tonight it lay unmoving, and useless.

That blasted sorcerer, it must have been him who had cast a curse on Geralt. It could be the only explanation for his inadequate showing. Looking at the poor wench beside him, Geralt pitied her. She had been most eager to satisfy his needs tonight, giving a valiant effort to arouse him. No matter, he had other ways to enjoy bringing her to the height of pleasure. Granted he didn’t normally concern himself with their needs as his own normally coincided with theirs. But tonight, his fingers, and tongue would be adequate until he broke the curse and returned to give her what she truly deserved.

Mike

The party had been epic, the drinks flowed, pot was smoked in abundance and Mike had managed to capture the attentions of a wonderful long legged blonde beauty. She helped him back to her apartment and his heart rate raised as she slowly stripped him, leaving him in all his naked glory. Laying on the bed he watched as she did a strip tease for him, her perky breasts bouncing as she jiggled her ample peach in his face.

But something was wrong, the situation was right, she was right but… he held his hand out to the two or was it three beauties before him. One took his hand as he guided her to sit in his lap. He caressed her as they kissed, his tongue violating her mouth with as much enthusiasm as his inebriated self could manage. Even with her grinding against him nothing happened.

“Shit” he swore.

The girl frowned and her lips seemed to move in twisted patterns which stilled again before she snickered. An evil cackle reverberated in her throat and her face twisted into that of a demented creature. “Can’t get it up, boy?” she taunted as she continued to laugh. She collected his clothes and managed to push him out of her bedroom and into the night. Standing in the cold with only his briefs covering his body, he stumbled as he began his walk of shame home.

August Walker

August Walker was hands down, far and away, the greatest lover you have ever had. He was the only man who had ever been able to keep up with you, your average session lasting for four hours. He was able to cum and get hard again faster than any guy you had ever been with too.

But being with August meant following The Rules. There were many Rules, rules which governed how you would dress when you saw him, how you were groomed, how you were to address him and when you could contact him. There were punishments too, but you had been a good girl, never broken any of his rules, so you never gave the punishments a thought.

One of the many Rules was absolutely no snooping. He said it was for your protection as much for his privacy. You didn’t know exactly how August made his money, but you assumed it had to be from some sort of illegal activity. So, you obeyed this rule as you did the others until one evening after a marathon session, you realised you got your period. You were shocked August hadn’t said anything, clearly he had continued to fuck you while you were bleeding. You started opening his bathroom cupboards searching for a tampon or pad or something, hoping you wouldn’t have to stuff your panties with toilet paper until you got home.

You opened the cupboard behind the mirror and were surprised to see a pill bottle with little blue tablets. You recognised them and after checking the label and confirming it you were speechless. August used Viagra? But, it didn’t seem possible that he would need it, his stamina was out of this world… unless…

“What do you think you are doing Petal?” August said from the doorway, a box of tampons and a towel was in his hands.

Quickly recovering your senses, you grabbed the box and towel out of his hands and kissed his cheek saying, “Looking for those. Thank you, August.”

Quicker than you thought possible you were bent over the counter, cheek pushed into the stone benchtop. “You found my pills,” August said coldly. Leaning his body over yours, his weight pushed down on you, holding you in place as he kicked your legs apart. You muffled a cry as you felt him hard again against your ass. “I don’t need them, for most women, Petal. But for particularly slutty, insatiable, cock hungry brats such as yourself, it’s a necessary assistance.”

“I didn’t mean to pry,” you murmured, hoping he would take pity on you. Tears welled in your eyes as his finger pressed against your ass, forcing your tight muscles apart and you cried as he entered you. “I’m sorry, August.”

“My dear sweet, Pet,” August grunted as he violated you with a second finger. “If you aren’t sorry now, you will be.”

Napoleon Solo

Napoleon had been watching the siren from a distance all night. Her lithe body commanded all around to her attention. After she finished singing her call to the night goddess, he made his move. Two drinks in hand he set his sights and went in for the kill.

The two danced, drank and now were in her apartment, laid out on her bed he was happily pleasing her, mouth buried between her delicious thighs. His tongue flicked expertly over her button bringing her to climax, exciting his body, he climbed forward and for the first time that night claimed her lips. They kissed passionately until something changed, his mind grew foggy, and his cock deflated.

“Aww, is the great Casanova having trouble?” she laughed her sweet siren song changing to a bitter retort. His confused eyes tried to fix on hers as she began to distort, her last words filling his gut with fear. “Don’t worry love. I’ll take good care of you Napoleon Solo.”

Clark Kent

Clark was in college and his new friend Tommy was egging him on to take Crystal out for a date. He couldn’t understand why the cheerleader wanted to take him out. He wasn’t anything special as far as she knew, but she had been flirting with him all week.

Dinner was nice and Clark was surprised when Crystal suggested they return to her share house for dessert. Nervous as he was around her, he was pleased when after ice cream he had allowed her to talk him into a make out session in her room. They had only been in the room a few moments when he had felt strange. They had been kissing, it was enjoyable, but his stomach had begun to feel off and he felt unusually tired and weak.

The more they kissed the more frustrated he was to realise he wasn’t getting a rise out of his little friend. He noticed a pendant hanging on the wall near her bed, the green stone glowed eerily at him giving him a bad vibe. After a few more moments he politely excused himself, saying he must have eaten something off. Clarke murmured apologies and gave promises that he would call her and he left. Strangely, by the time he left her house he felt better, as if he had never felt ill at all. He was only a little upset that he had ruined his chances with Crystal, something about that pendant made him hope he would never see it again.

Charles Brandon

Charles sat in the apothecary rooms, wondering what he had gotten himself in for. The King had recommended him when Charles confided in his friend of his problem.

“So young man, why are you here?” the old man asked, his face kind but stern.

“Well, I’ve been having trouble, when I pee it burns and well, I can get an erection, but it deflates quickly and sometimes I cannot get one at all. I’m also having abdominal pain.”

The old man chuckled. After examining the affected area, he turned to his wall of potions. Pulling together some salves, and powdered herbs he turned to address the Charles. “Here, rub this on the affected area twice a day, and drink this tea three times a day.” The apothecary paused and said with a grin, “And finally, give the ladies from court a rest for a bit, you will regain your vigour again.”

Shame and chagrin filled Charles as he pulled his coverings back over his privates. Taking the medicines, he snuck out of the room trusting that no one saw him, and hoping against all hope, that this would work.

Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock sits back in satisfaction, marvelling at his new invention. Based on some literature he read from the America’s he perfected the design and made it fit himself perfectly.

Having commissioned the glass tube and rubber attachments, the contraption worked by winding a small handle, creating the necessary suction to create a vacuum, pooling enough blood into his cock to make it erect. By placing a rubber ring at the base of his shaft, he found he was able to maintain an erection for approximately thirty minutes. He could even bring himself to orgasm by his own hand.

It really was a delightful invention. Now, he just had to find that little vixen of a maid and see if it worked with her too. Perhaps he should try and use her mouth first.

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ediths · 3 years

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pearls

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Genre: pure smut

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: There’s something about Harry’s pearls that just get you going.

Warning(s): a fascination for harry’s pearls, oral (f receiving), slight degradation, he smacks her thigh one (1) time, unprotected sex (don’t be a fool, wrap your tool!!! (or make sure he wraps his!!!!), choking, breeding kink, aftercare

A/N: this is literally just smut!!!!!! reader’s discretion is advised!!!! read at your own risk!!!! anyway, i went completely in for this one please don’t come at me for my love of the pearls, okay????? it’s almost worse than the love for the rings!!! actually, who am i kidding?? it’s definitely worse than the love for the rings!!!!! the necklace is just so hot and it rests on his pretty little clavicle so fucking nicely like oh my god someone save me i cannot breathe!!!!! anyway!!!!! without further ado, here’s just a whole lot of filth!!!

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Y/N’s been needy for Harry since he walked through the door. He came into their house in black designer dress pants and an extremely expensive white button up shirt that all but made her drool. She was sitting on the couch as she watched him kick off his shiny black boots and shrug off the jacket that matched his pants.

All of these things made her want him, but what really set her off was the delicate string of pearls that were perched so perfectly atop his clavicle. He’s been wearing them for weeks and there’s something about them that make her arousal pool in her underwear faster than anything else.

She hasn’t told him this, of course. She doesn’t really think that he’d understand her fascination with a piece of jewelry, so she just went about her search for satisfaction like she normally would.

Harry, however, had different plans. Sure, she hadn’t told him about the infatuation that she had grown to have with his pearls, but he had easily found out. He could tell by the way that her eyes got a little bigger and she gulped every time that he would run his finger across the beads and pull just a bit when he was stressed. He noticed the way that her thighs would clench when he took the necklace into his mouth and how, just once, she let out a gasp when he let it fall from his mouth and there was a thin string of spit connecting his lips to the beads. That’s really when he knew, because she hid her face and tried to push it off even though he could see the way that she was rubbing her thighs together.

So, when Y/N strolls into their room and comes up to Harry, giving him her signature pouty look, with her bottom lip jutting out slightly and her eyes wide, almost innocent, he gives in easier than she thought he would, but that’s simply because he wants to test out what exactly his pearls do to her.

He grabs the back of her head firmly and pulls her closer to him the second that she whispers to him, telling him that she wants him. He presses his lips to hers hungrily as soon as she’s close enough for him to do so. She immediately kisses him back with just as much fervor, loving the way that his mouth molds with hers just like they were made to be kissing each other. He pushes her back onto the bed as he swipes his tongue over her bottom lip, and she quickly opens up for him, letting him dip his tongue into her mouth to dance with her own.

As her back hits the bed, he maneuvers one of his thighs to slot between hers and he applies the slightest bit of pressure when he feels the warmth of her heat seep through the layers of fabric that are keeping them from each other.

Harry pulls away from her mouth to catch his breath and smiles at the way she looks so fucked out already. “Look at you, puppy,” he teases. “Already look so gone and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

She whines and leans up slightly in an attempt to kiss him again, but he wants something different. He leans down and begins peppering kisses along her jaw before traveling down and leaving open mouthed kisses to her neck. He stops briefly on her sweet spot, sucking and nipping at the skin until he knows that there will be a bruise for her to tend to in the morning.

She tries to control her breathing as she feels his lips dance across her skin, and she almost succeeds until the cool surface of his pearls fall onto her skin. A shiver runs down her spine as the beads trail everywhere that he goes.

He pauses his ministrations, teasing his fingers under the hem of her shirt as he looks up at her. When she nods her permission, he slips it over her head and haphazardly tosses it somewhere in the room. He looks down at her, tracing the skin that he just uncovered and licking his lips like he’s seeing the best thing in the world. And to him, he is.

He then resumes his descent down her body, making sure to lick at every inch of skin that he can reach. He stops his trail as he reaches her breasts, which are bare due to the fact that she had foregone a bra today, which Harry personally thinks is one of the best ideas she’s ever had, taking one into his hand to squeeze just as harshly as he knows that gets her going, but doesn’t hurt her. He immediately takes the nipple of one into his mouth and licks circles around the peak as he pinches and rolls the other between his fingers. He’s always been one to pay equal amounts of attention to both, so he repeats his actions on the opposite breast before kissing down her belly.

She arches her back slightly when he nips at the skin of her hip and the pearls fall directly against the part of her that needs him the most.

Looking up at her, he murmurs, “Can I take these off, doll?” He messes with the band of her sweatpants and panties, and he begins sliding them down her legs the moment that she lets out a breathy “please.”

Once they’re off, he throws them just as he did with her shirt and shimmies down until he’s able to press teasing kisses to her calves. He knows that he’s being slightly mean by not giving into what she wants, but he wants to let the chilly pearls slide across her heated skin to get her even more worked up before he gives into what he knows she’s aching for. So he leaves sloppy open mouthed kisses from her calf up to the soft skin of her thigh and then repeats on the opposite leg. By the time he’s at the top of her second leg, she’s squirming.

“Daddy, please, wanna feel you.” Y/N begs, lifting her head from the mattress to meet his gaze. “Please.”

And really, how can he say no to his girl begging him to touch her? There’s no way that he possibly can, so he spreads her legs further, wrapping his arms around her thighs to keep them open for him.

“Yeah, you wanna feel me, puppy? Wanna feel Daddy’s tongue against your pretty little pussy?” he teases as he leans down to lick a long stripe through her folds. She immediately arches her back, whining at the feeling of his tongue against her cunt. He smirks against your heat as you reach down and thread your hands in his hair, tugging when he circles his tongue around her clit before taking it in his mouth and sucking.

Breathy moans of his name fall from her mouth like a prayer and he traces patterns against her sensitive bundle of nerves. He pulls away from her and her hips immediately raise to meet his mouth once again.

He brings his palm down on her thigh quickly, smacking the skin just hard enough to get her to plant her hips back to the soft surface of the mattress. “You know better, puppy. You take what I give you, nothing more,” he chides, caressing the skin that was tingling lightly from his slap. “Are you already feeling that good? Does my tongue make you feel so good that it’s the only thing you can think about?” He shakes his head. “Such a dumb puppy, yeah?” He chuckles when she whines. “Don’t worry, baby, it’s okay, because you’re my dumb puppy, right?”

She immediately nods. “Yes, Daddy, I’m your dumb puppy.” She knows that he wants to hear her say it exactly as he did, so she does. It’s a bit embarrassing, but when a bright smile bleeds across his face and he buries his face back in her cunt, licking into her until her thighs are shaking around his head. She can feel the heat in her lower stomach start to spread throughout her body. She’s right there and just before she opens her mouth to ask him if she can cum, he pulls away. She holds back her whine, knowing that it’ll just get her in trouble, but she’s not sure how well she fends off the pout from cementing itself to her face.

If she’s bad at hiding it, though, he doesn’t say anything. He just stands from the bed and begins unbuttoning his shirt so he can have even less fabric between the two of them. While he’s busying himself with that, she slinks off the bed to sit on her knees in front of him. He looks down at her, eyes slightly wide as he takes her in. The sight of her eager below him makes him throb in his pants, and there’s almost nothing more that he wants than to use her pretty little throat to get off, but he’d much rather see her suck on something else. Preferably while he fucks into her so that he can see her eyes roll into the back of her head as she tries to keep her mouth closed.

So, when she reaches forward for the zipper of his pants, he grabs her wrists to stop her. “Not this time, puppy.” She pouts at his words and he moves one hand to caress her cheek. “I know how much you love having things in your mouth. Greedy little puppy always has to have something to suck on.” He chuckles darkly when she whines low in her throat. “I’ve seen you starin’ at my pearls lately, baby, why don’t you put those in your mouth instead?”

Her nod is subconscious, her head bobbing before the words have even fully registered in her brain. The only thing she really heard was ‘pearls’ and her mouth immediately watered.

She watches as he pops the button on his pants before dragging his zipper down. He lets his hands fall to his sides once he’s done. “Finish undressing me, puppy. You wouldn’t want to make me do all the work, would you?” he drawls, smirking down at her.

She reaches up and dips her fingers below the band of his pants and boxers before tugging them down his thighs. His cock springs free of the restraints and smacks against his stomach. The head is leaking precum, almost like it’s weeping to be touched. She yearns to smear her lips across the drippy tip but she knows he’ll be mad if she does, especially since he told her that he didn’t want her mouth around his dick this time. So instead, she leans forward to sponge kisses along his thighs as she pushes the clothing down to his ankles. After a few moments, she backs away to let him kick the pesky fabric off.

Once he’s completely bare, she lets her gaze meet his again. She takes in the way that he looks so powerful standing above her, like he controls everything in the room. And really, at this point in time, he does.

“Stand up,” he commands. She listens without a second thought, pushing herself to her feet to stand in front of him. He takes a good look at her before placing his hand on the back of her neck and pulling her forward so that he can smear their lips together. He fits her bottom lip between his two as he walks them backwards to the bed. Getting lost in the taste of her on his tongue, he lets them both fall onto the bed again. When she moans into his mouth, he pulls away to allow them to catch their breath.

He backs away from her, coming to rest on his knees in front of where she’s sprawled out on the bed. She looks up at him with lust filled, wanting eyes as he wraps his hand around the base of his cock and gives himself a few languid strokes. His thumb swipes across his tip to gather his precum and slick it down his shaft. Her eyes train on his tip, the skin flushed a bright red. There’s already more precum leaking from the slit as he continues stroking himself. After a few moments, he bucks into his hand and she whines, spreading her legs for him.

“You want me inside, baby? Wanna feel daddy in your tummy?” he teases, continuing to stroke his cock as his eyes roam over her body. She nods and he chuckles, shaking his head. “Beg for it, then. Show me just how greedy my pretty little puppy can be.”

She opens her mouth before closing it again, she can’t just beg him for that! “If you don’t want to, I can always get myself off,” he warns and her mouth immediately opens again.

“No, no, please,” she whines. “Don’t want you to get yourself off.” She pouts.

“Then do as I said,” he groans, rolling his head back as hips buck into his hands once again, “and beg.”

“Fuck me, please, wanna feel you,” she begs. “Feel so empty without you, wanna feel full. Daddy, please.”

Harry gives into her begs, coming back over to her. He rests his hands on either side of her head, framing her in. He leans down, connecting their lips. It’s messy, all gnashing teeth and fighting tongues, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. She takes his bottom lip between her teeth and tugs slightly, causing him to groan into her mouth. He lowers himself onto his forearms so that he can take one hand down to his cock. Wrapping his hand around the base, he drags the tip through Y/N’s folds, causing her to let out a shuddering breath.

The head bumps against her clit, making her arch her back slightly to increase her pleasure. One stern look from him has her pressing back down into the mattress, though. He smirks down at her as she obeys him with nothing more to go off of but a glare.

He leans down slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to her nose. “Tell me if you’re uncomfortable at any time, yeah? Just because I’m more on the harsh side tonight doesn’t mean I care about your comfort any less,” he reassures, looking deep into her eyes.

“I will, promise,” she murmurs, reaching up to grab onto his pearls loosely before tugging, causing him to fall close enough to her face so that she can ghost her lips against his. “Now, fuck me, daddy. Wanna feel you for days.”

He groans, pushing his cock into her dripping pussy as he breathes out puffs of air against her mouth. Once he’s buried to the hilt, he chuckles at her, smirking darkly. “You like my pearls so much that you just can’t keep your greedy little hands off of them, yeah?” he taunts before pulling out until only the tip of his cock is still inside of her. He thrusts back in harshly, making her cry out in pleasure.

He sets a steady pace as he moves his face down to her throat, leaving sloppy kisses along her pulse. When he meets her sweet spot, causing her to let out a whimpery moan. He bites down on the skin there, letting his tongue meet the skin afterwards to soothe the skin. His hips stutter for just a moment when she squeezes around him. “Fuck, puppy you’re so tight for me, so fucking tight,” he pants into her neck. “Every single time we do this—fuck—you take me in so fucking snug, so right. God it’s like you were fucking made for me.”

She brings her hands to the side of his neck in an attempt to bring his mouth to hers. She grasps on to the string of pearls that are bouncing against his collar bone with every sharp thrust. He gives in to her whines and places a quick peck to satiate her need before leaning up and grasping her hips, positioning his own in a way that makes him hit even deeper. She cries out as his cock hits that spot inside of her that makes her a whimpery, whiny mess.

He smirks when her head falls back in bliss and her mouth forms an ‘o’. Gripping onto her hips so hard that she’s sure she’ll have grape sized bruises tomorrow. Honestly though, as she wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her, she can’t bring herself to care about the marks.

He reaches down to rub circles on her clit, sending jolts of electricity shooting up her spine. She cries out, getting completely lost in the feeling of him fucking into her while toying with her bundle of nerves.

After a few moments, he moves his free hand to her throat, wrapping his hand around her neck as she meets his eyes. He tightly, enough to restrict her breathing. His fingers squeeze against the sides of her neck, making the blood rush through her. The feeling is amazing, each thrust pairing with his grip on her throat pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“D-daddy,” she rasps, bringing her hands up to wrap around his wrist. “Can—can I cum?” she begs, voice raspy due to his hand being pressed directly against her windpipe.

“You wanna cum for me puppy?” She nods, desperately whining. “Then do it, soak my cock for me, baby. Show me just how good my cock feels inside your pussy.”

She lets go, the bubble in her lower stomach popping as the euphoric feeling of her orgasm washes through her body. Every fiber of her being feels like it’s on fire as she squeezes around his cock, reaching up to bring his face closer to hers. He groans into her mouth, letting his mouth sloppily mold with hers as she whines, pulsing around his dick as she rides out her orgasm.

He continues rubbing against her clit as he ruts into her, helping her milk her high for everything it’s worth. Once it becomes too much, she pushes his hand away from her clit and peers up at him with a pout on her face.

“Will you cum inside me, daddy?” she begs, grabbing his shoulders and crossing her ankles behind his back to keep him close. “Please? Wanna feel full.”

“Yeah?” he breathes as she buries her hands in his sweaty curls. “Want daddy to fill you up? Fuck, you wanna feel me here?” he asks as he places his hand on her lower stomach and presses down lightly.

She nods, whining a repeated string of “yes” as he thrusts into her one, two, three more times before burying himself as far as he can and dropping his head to her neck, groaning as he releases inside of her, thick ropes of his cum painting her walls white. She whimpers at the feeling, loving the way that she feels so full of him.

He sponges kisses to her pulse as they catch their breaths. “I love you so fucking much,” he breathes into her neck.

“I love you, too,” she reciprocates.

He basks in the feeling of her snug around him for just a second longer before he gently pulls out. Both of them hiss at the loss of contact, but Harry’s quickly turns to a groan as he watches his cum drip from her.

“You’re so messy, puppy,” he teases before leaving the room to retrieve a washcloth from the bathroom. While he’s gone, she lets herself relax on the bed as the exhaustion washes over her.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet, baby,” he coos as he saunters back in with a warm rag. “Gotta clean you up before we go take a bath.”

He gently runs the cloth over her thighs before gently wiping through her folds. She hisses when he runs over her sensitive clit, and he automatically apologizes before pressing a light kiss to her thigh.

Standing back up, he takes his hand in hers and tugs her from the bed.

“Come on, baby, I know I fucked you so good that your legs are sore, but I need you to walk to the bathroom with me,” he taunts as she rolls her eyes. “On a serious note, though,” he begins as they’re walking towards the bathroom, “I’m glad you like my pearls so much.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, can’t wait to have you suck on them while I fuck you again,” he states nonchalantly as he leans over to turn on the water. When he looks over his shoulder and smirks, her breath hitches as she thinks about all the ways he’s going to absolutely ravage her later.

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