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angel-of-the-moons · 2 months

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Dad Bod!Miguel x Spider-Woman!Reader

TW/CW: Smut. Smut in general. NSFW, PIV sex, office sex, teeth, hints at venom useage, a bit of pining(?) feelings! Body hair! Soft tummy Miguel! Dom(ish)!Miguel, a bit of bullying

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Blame @cupcakeinat0r for this. I really needed the distraction and our conversation is helping me a bit getting the creative among other things juices flowing!

Taglist: @tojishugetiddies

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You had been... less than covert about the way you ogled your boss. On one hand, your Spidey mask was useful for hiding your eyes and face away from somebody's view; on the other hand, Miguel just somehow knew you were staring at him.

And... yeah. At first you were crushing on him, a young, single fresh-faced Spidey welcomed into a bigger picture suddenly comes face to face with the body of a Greek god. He swooped in to save you from a variant of Kraven before he could make a possibly fatal swipe.

After that, he admitted that he'd had an eye on you, such a promising candidate who just needed the right amount of guidance.

(The fact he has that gorgeous jawline and cheekbones that could cut glass plus those jaw-dropping eyes of his certainly helped you make your decision too.)

But you had been too much of a wimp to ever fess up, instead settling for pining in silence, throwing the occasional stare his way at his perfectly globed ass. (Seriously, did he purposefully design his suit to accentuate his ass or what?)

But the plain, flat-out ogling didn't begin until he began to gain more weight. Realizing his stress didn't have to be solely on his own shoulders, Miguel began to relax. He began to eat more, sleep more. Or, well, as much as a normal person should be eating and sleeping. You surmised he was likely dehydrated a lot, too...

Because once he picked up a steady diet (of what you didn't know, maybe he was a secret chef in the kitchen in addition to having the multiverse's greatest brain?) he began to look... healthier.

He gained weight, his formerly slim and perfectly cut abs and waistline began to fatten out, gain a delicious softness you wished to just lay your head over, or perhaps snuggle and squeeze.

Peter B made a joke to Miguel about comparing "dad bods" and god, when Miguel indulged him (mostly just to get him to leave him alone) he used his tech to have the top half of his suit vanish in rainbowy spiderweb-like patterns until he was naked from the waist up.

And... fuck. Your legs went weak at the sight of him.

Dark wisps of hair across his chest, spreading down his soft, plush-looking midsection to disappear beneath the waistline of his pants.

Even with that soft belly, Miguel looked built like a shitbrick house. Peter B had pouted, knowing he'd lost his little game before sauntering away, bragging about something along the lines of "well at least I have the prettiest baby mama in the whole multiverse!". Good for him, you had thought.

But very quickly as your eyes greedily raked up his frame, you realized he had been staring right back at you.

You very quickly rattled off some excuse and dropped off your report on your most recent mission, yanked your mask back down your face and scurried out of there.

Though you'd be lying if you didn't immediately shove your hand down your pants once you got home, playing with yourself at the mere thought of being pressed up against Miguel's soft-yet-imposing frame; feeling his dick (oh you just knew he was packing a monster, down there) stuff you full and stretch you out, the coarse dark haira brushing your clit with every slam of his hips.

You went to sleep thinking this was merely some kind of office crush, trying to force down the thoughts you had of your boss.

Little did you know, he often stole his own glances at you.

He needed to find a way to solve your little problems, soon.

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"This is what you wanted, isn't it, princesa?" Miguel grunted, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass sinfully loud in his dark office.

Your body was perfectly illuminated by the dim orange lights on his monitors; every curve, dip and deliciously squeezable part of your jiggling ass as he fucked you.

The sounds your pussy made as you swallowed him deep were the most lewd you ever could have imagined yourself making, especially the little sounds coming from those pretty lips of yours.

Your suit has been torn right between your legs, freeing your soaked, swollen folds to his lascivious gaze before he had crammed two heavy fingers into your needy cunt.

Your tits squished against his desktop, and a whimper comes from you when he settles over you, the weight of his body pressing tighter down around you.

You could feel the soft flesh of his belly mold around your back, almost like a hug. Almost like how he had your head trapped in a headlock as he bullied his cock into you and stuffed you full of him.

Your brain was so set on your one-track focus of how good it felt to just have him fuck you, to use you, that you barely registered a word he said.

Having his warmth surround you and fill you had effectively rendered you dumb.

You choked slightly when you heard him hiss in your ear, his sharp fangs grazing the soft skin; he squeezed his arm a bit around your neck and that's what knocked you back into reality.

You were here. In his office, bent over and having your guts reorganized by a man you had been pining for for months.

The pent up sexual tension had finally exploded when he confessed his own interest in you, and he met you halfway with a kiss that was all tongue and need; loud and messy.

Like how he was bullying his cock into your tight little hole.

"My dick that good, bebé?" He panted, leaning back away from you to grip your hips in his meaty palms, squeezing your soft flesh as he stared, almost mesmerized at the creamy ring at the base of his cock as it disappeared into your dripping wet pussy.

Already on the floor between you was a small puddle of your slick.

"So good that I fucked you stupid after just a couple thrusts?" He said, his voice gravelly as he tried to keep it even, to betray the fact he wanted to just rut into you like a mad animal.

All you could do in reply was whine, a breathy sound that was almost a squeak as you mourned the loss of his soft body surrounding you.

The sound of him relentlessly fucking you cunt was abruptly halted and he let out a shaky breath, staring down at you. "I swear... did I nick you with my fangs? Shit... Maybe we should stop--"

"N-no!" You moaned out, desperately trying to roll yourself back against him in his grip. "Please, don't! I just--I just need more!"

Miguel grinned as you flattened your hands on the table, desperately trying to fuck yourself onto his cock but getting nowhere.

"Ahhh there's my good girl. Doing so good f'me." He purred, leaning back over you once again, his arms caging around you, encasing you in his wonderfully soft warmth, the hair on his body tickling your skin.

His lips traced the shell of your ear, his hot breath ghosting over your sweaty skin;

"Wanna watch you take my cock all day. Gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight for a month--"

You made a long, loud mewl as he snapped his hips in suddenly, bottoming out so hard you felt him smash into your cervix; almost making you pass out from the force of it alone.

"This is what you wanted, sweetheart. Jus' giving it all t'you." He groaned, his eyes rolling back into his skull as he began relentlessly pounding into you once again.

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theostrophywife · 1 year

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in case you’re still doing the smut prompts, i’d be very stoked to read something with nr. 8!! hope you’re having a wonderful day.☺️🌟

into it.

author's note: as you all know by now, i rely heavily on music for inspiration so here's my muse for this request. consider this my present to all of you. happy holidays besties. warning: smut under the cut.

The walls of the Summer Palace shook as you slammed the door with so much force that the entire thing threatened to come off the steel hinges. You were fuming, chest heaving and eyes blazing as you whirled around to face the source of your anger.

“How dare you interfere with my mission?” you huff with indignation, staring up at the cold, stoic expression of the shadowsinger.

Azriel was entirely unmoved by the outburst and it only served to infuriate you further. You’d both been assigned by Rhysand to repair the tenuous alliance between the Night Court and the Summer Court and you were doing a damned good job of charming Tarquin back to your side before Azriel rudely interrupted your lunch with the High Lord.

“It’s our mission. Not yours.” Azriel says coolly, his golden gaze sweeping over you with indifference.

“Funny because it seems like I’m the only one doing the work,” you bite back.

A flash of anger marred Azriel’s otherwise neutral expression, but it was gone as quickly as it came. He straightened to his full height causing the Illyrian warrior to tower a good foot over you as his large, dark wings flared across his back.

“I’d hardly call throwing yourself at Tarquin work.”

You scoffed at the utter hypocrisy of his accusation. “Oh please, like you weren’t out there shamelessly flirting with Cresseida. Are you so unaware of the irony of such a statement or are you truly so blinded by your arrogant misogyny that you fail to see that we are doing the exact same thing?”

Azriel seethed, stalking towards you in three smooth strides. The shadowsinger stepped directly into a beam of sunlight streaming through the open window, his tall, muscled form completely overshadowing your own. You supposed you should've felt intimidated, but as you looked up at his cruel, handsome face, all you felt was pure adrenaline.

In a way that you knew infuriated him, your gaze flickered down to the soles of Azriel’s boots, dragging your eyes to the breezy riding pants that hugged his powerful thighs and toned ass, all the way up to the white, billowing shirt that was left unbuttoned, revealing the sprawling tattoos inked upon his golden brown skin. The fabric did nothing to hide the toned physique hiding underneath and the sculpted planes of his abs peeked through the thin material. He held your stare as you slowly made the ascent to his irritatingly handsome face, never balking as you took in the razor sharp jawline, the full, sensual lips, the strong brows and the fluttering eyelashes that kissed the tops of his perfectly sculpted cheekbones.

Azriel released a frustrated sigh, his breath disturbing the inky dark locks falling over the brightest shade of hazel eyes you’ve ever seen.

“It’s not the same.” He gritted out, taking a step closer towards you. “I didn’t smile at Cresseida.”

You paused, blinking up at the shadowsinger. He clenched his jaw and glowered down at you. The most expressive you’ve ever seen him in all your years of knowing one another.

“Are you honestly that much of an asshole that any display of happiness I exhibit would infuriate you this much?”

Azriel’s laugh was mirthless and devoid of humor. “Are you honestly that clueless as to why that would bother me?”

The words barely registered as your temper got the best of you. Lifting a defiant chin up at the shadowsinger, you dared to poke his chest.

“I’m not fucking clueless.”

Azriel wrapped his fingers around your wrist. Something dangerous and lethal flashed through his eyes. “Yell at me again and I’ll give you a reason to scream.”

There wasn’t a single coherent thought in your mind as your gaze flickered to the grim line of his mouth. Azriel snarled as you inhaled a sharp breath.

Perhaps you’d truly lost your sanity because against all sense and logic, you found yourself baiting the shadowsinger.

“What are you going to do, Azriel? Punish me?”

Azriel backed you up against the wall, his hands coming down on either side of your head as he caged you in. Your heart was beating so loudly that you could practically hear its erratic rhythm echoing in your ears.

“Is that what you want? For me to fuck the brat right out of you?”

Cauldron fucking fry you. The tension was palpable between you and Azriel, permeating in the air and practically suffocating you with the heady sense of lust and desire.

You’ve never been more aroused in your life.

Azriel could sense it in the flush spreading through your chest, the color tinging your cheeks with a rosy flush. You looked so fucking irresistible, but he wasn’t done toying with you. He knew you wanted this, wanted him, but he needed to hear it come out of your pretty little mouth.

His fingers curved around your jaw, tilting your chin up to meet his burning gaze. “It is, isn’t it? Does the thought of me keep you up at night?”

Your eyes fluttered close as his other hand fisted the hem of your dress. His rough, calloused fingers skittered over your leg as he pressed his erection against your midsection. You hissed in response as he hoisted you up, pressing your back against the cold cement.

“I bet you’ve thought about this exact moment with your hands between your legs. Tell me sweetheart, do you touch yourself and wish it were my fingers getting you off instead?”

Despite how accurate he was, you weren’t about to give Azriel the satisfaction. “Don’t flatter yourself, shadowsinger. If the thought of you ever crosses my mind, it’s because you infuriate me like no other. Never in my immortal life have I ever met such a stubborn, hard headed male."

“But you want me just as badly as I want you.”

You huff in indignation, but there was no denying your arousal. It was so potent you were sure Azriel could scent it.

With your pride on the line, you pivoted back to the anger you’d felt only moments ago. “Where do you get off making these assumptions? The absolute fucking audacity—“

Azriel chuckles darkly. “Oh?” His lips skate over the hollow of your throat as you swallow thickly. “So if I were to touch you right now, I wouldn’t find your panties absolutely soaked?”

“No,” you breathed. “Because I’m not wearing any.”

“Fuck,” was all Azriel managed to say before his lips collided with yours.

There was nothing sweet about the kiss. It was rough and punishing, full of need and desperation as his lips melded against yours. Azriel hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his trim waist as he deepened the kiss. Your fingers twine in his hair, tilting his head up towards you while he nipped at your bottom lip. His tongue begged for entrance and you gladly obliged him, moaning into his mouth as he explored every inch of you. Azriel absolutely fucking lost it.

The shadowsinger squeezed your backside and hoisted you up, his kisses skirting over your neck, down to your throat, and into the little crevice of your collarbone. His name fell from your lips like a prayer.

Azriel was a full and complete sentence.

“Keep moaning my name like that and I won’t be able to resist the temptation to fuck you right against this wall.”

You nipped at his earlobe, eliciting a string of curses out of the shadowsinger. “So do it.”

Perhaps it was foolish to challenge Azriel, but you couldn’t fucking help it. You wanted him so badly that every second that he wasn’t inside of you felt excruciating.

“I want to hear you say it.”

Azriel’s silky voice caressed your ears and sent a wave of pleasure through your body.

“You were right. I do think about you. All the fucking time. I get off on the thought of you touching me, but it’s nothing compared to the real thing.” Azriel growls into your neck, sucking harshly at the base of your throat and marking his claim on your skin. “I want you, Azriel. So fucking badly that it hurts.”

“Then take me, sweetheart.”

With those four words, your pride completely disintegrated. You tugged at the front of his trousers, pulling them down hastily while Azriel groaned into your mouth. His cock sprang free from the constraints of the fabric and you licked your lips at the sheer size of him. He was long and thick, so much so that your brain couldn’t quite calculate how you’d take all of him.

But you’d damn well try.

A growl ripped through the shadowsinger’s chest as you gripped his shaft, flicking your thumb over his tip and spreading the bead of precum over his sensitive head. Azriel rested his head on the crook of your shoulder, his hot pants sweeping through your skin.

“Save the teasing for later, baby. I need to be inside of you. Now.”

You whimper in anticipation, watching as the shadowsinger hoisted you over his cock. You braced your hands on his shoulders as he eased the tip in, gasping as you felt his length stretch your walls. Azriel cupped your cheek, brushing the tears from the corner of your eye as he allowed you to acclimate yourself to the pain and pleasure.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” he whispers softly. The tone of his voice soothes the sting as his golden gaze locks onto your face. Azriel presses his forehead against yours, kissing you so gently as though he were afraid of hurting you. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good, taking me so well. Such a good fucking girl for me.”

Holy gods. You were so overcome with pleasure that you couldn’t even feel the pain anymore. You took every inch of Azriel’s cock, your pussy hugging around him so tightly that it was a wonder how he didn’t come right then and there.

“Gods, you’re so fucking tight. Feels like fucking heaven, baby.”

You groaned in response, greedily latching your lips onto his collarbone. “Az, please. Wanna feel you.”

“Use your words, angel. What is it that you want?”

There wasn’t a single ounce of shame left within you as you faced the shadowsinger and traced his bottom lip with your thumb. “I want you to fuck me, Azriel. Rough. Hard. Show me how badly you want me.”

“You fucking kill me when you say things like that.”

Azriel doesn’t give you a chance to respond before his mouth is on yours again. He grips the tops of your thighs, pulling his cock out of your pussy before slamming it in all the way. You cried out in ecstasy, clawing at his back to keep you steady, careful not to disturb the beautiful wings at his back.

The shadowsinger thrusts at a steady, relentless pace, drawing out your pleasure, making you writhe and cry and moan all at once. You couldn’t tell where you ended and where Azriel began. The two of you were fused together and the entire thing felt like an out of body experience. At one point you could’ve sworn you were watching yourself getting absolutely railed against the wall while clinging onto Azriel for dear life.

You were entirely shameless as you licked, nipped, and sucked at the expanse of golden brown skin that your lips had access to. Azriel fucked into you and you rolled your hips in tandem as that wicked tongue of his slipped past the seam of your lips and flicked against yours. You sucked hard, fighting for dominance as the shadowsinger moaned into your mouth.

When your fingers grazed the sensitive membrane of his wings, Azriel bucked against you and released a string of curses that would’ve made a sailor blush.

“Fucking hell,” Azriel choked. “I can’t—gods, you feel too fucking good.”

“Don’t stop, Az.” You plead, rolling your hips to take more of him. “I’m so close.” Azriel responds by rutting into you, hitting that sweet spot that had you seeing stars. “Gods, right there. So perfect. You’re so fucking perfect.”

Azriel could feel you clenching around him. It felt divine, the ironclad grip you had on his cock, hugging snugly around him until he was practically melting into your hands was nothing like he’s ever felt before. He squeezed your ass, angling his hips just right so that his tip touched that sweet spot within your walls over and over again.

“Be a good girl and cum for me, sweetheart.”

When his thumb flicked over your clit, you completely lost it. The orgasm was mind-shattering, rocking through your entire body like an earthquake as you buried your head in Azriel’s shoulder. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he thrust hard and fast, moaning your name repeatedly as you felt a wave of euphoria wash over you.

“Holy gods,” Azriel breathed. “Fuck me—”

Those dark, powerful wings of his flared behind him as he came, hard and fast, the orgasm barreling through him like the rushing wind when he took flight. He crumpled to the floor, taking you with him as you both collapsed from the effort. Azriel’s chest rose and fell as you held him against you, the both of you feeling absolutely fucked out and blissful. You toyed with his soft, raven hair, cradling him in your arms as his eyes fluttered open. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were swollen and you decided that it was the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen.

Azriel blinked up at you, his hazel eyes shimmering like honey in the light. He appraised you in silence, gently tucking a stray dark lock behind your ear. The intensity of his gaze awakened butterflies in your stomach.

“What?” you asked softly, much to the shadowsinger’s pleasure.

“Nothing,” he says with a slight grin. “You’re just so beautiful.”

You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corner of your lips. Azriel felt like someone had taken a fist to his stomach. You were so fucking breathtaking that it was almost unfair.

He traced your lips, his mind committing the sight of your genuine smile into his memory. “Gods, do that again.”

You grinned. An actual, genuine grin. “I’m just smiling.”

“I know,” Azriel says. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Despite the fact that he’d given you the best orgasm of your life just moments ago, the compliment makes you blush. “And to think, all you had to do to see it was to piss me off beyond belief.”

The shadowsinger beamed. He took your hand in his, brushing his lips over the tops of your knuckles. “It was worth it.”

“Because I finally admitted that I’ve wanted you all along?”

“Because you smiled for me.”

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Mr Big - An Angel Reyes/Reader One Shot Story.

So that gif yesterday on the drabble I did prompted this filth. Enjoy, besties!

Words - 1,854

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

“I’m curious, Angel.”

“Yeah? What about?”

“About that big dick swagger of yours. I’m wondering just how big it is, because if it measures up with the rest of you then damn, I bet you’d give me a hell of a good time.”

It was the above exchange that had him laughing, almost bashful for a moment, and definitely taken aback at a woman matching him for being forward. You had game in shades, and he appreciated that.

It was also what led to the words that suddenly upped the ante in your not so subtle flirting. “Then why don’t you take me home and find out?”

You agreed. Of course, you did. Would Mr Big match up? Well, at 6ft 3, with his back and chest as wide as a highway, and arms like tree trunks, you certainly hoped so.

After a short bike ride to your place, the mid-afternoon sun warming your skin, you arrive at your home, Angel on you even before you’re through the front door.

“God damnit, I want you so badly,” he tells you between kisses, making short work of your clothes, his hands stroking blazing paths of heat over you. “I nearly pulled over three times to fuck you right there at the side of the highway against my bike. Fucking devil woman.”

“I so wouldn’t have stopped you.” It’s a frenzy of feverish kisses, panting in exertion as he strips you naked, your trembling hands unbuttoning his shirt as he lets his kutte fall to the floor, the shirt following, the heat of his skin a decadent blaze against yours as your hands travel over him. He feels even better than he looks, your tongue running up his chest as your hands squeeze his broad back.

Sitting down on the blanket box at the foot of your bed, you scatter open-mouthed kisses full of hunger over his abs, your tongue wetting the line of dark hair leading down from his navel, unfastening his belt. You are greedy in your pursuit of revealing what thickens beneath the jeans you grasp at next, your mouth salivating, aching to pry it loose and swallow it down. What greets you, though, when a combined effort between you has rendered him naked, well...

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

Angel snorts softly with laughter at both your words and the look of shock upon your face. “Yeah, that’s the standard reaction.” Your Mr Big is more like Mr Absolutely Fucking Massive. He’s just about to ask if you need a minute when you wrap a hand around his thick shaft, bringing your mouth to the tip, kissing just once, your tongue circling slowly, dragging a rumble from him that is sharp-edged.

Taking him back, you feel him twitch in your mouth, your fingers stroking over his abs, your jaw strained with the effort, his hands soft in your hair, thumbs stroking your cheekbones. The muscles tighten beneath your fingertips, his breath hitching in his throat as the wet drag of your mouth has heat misting through him.

A few more passes over him with your mouth has him shaking, his groans all smoke and rasp, his hands tightening in your hair, pulling back from you. “I don’t want you to, but you gotta stop, or I’ll blow my load. Fuck, that pretty mouth is too good.” His dark eyes pool with waves of lust as he lays you back on the bed, your mouth placing kisses across his wide chest, a flick of your tongue and a bite to his nipple making him moan, big hands smoothing down your thighs, his lips meeting your neck.

Oh, his weight on top of you. God, you never thought something as simple as being pressed beneath him would feel quite that good. “Fuck, these tits,” he breathes, propping himself up on his forearm, using his other hand to stroke you. “Fucking beautiful.” His head drops, his mouth covering your nipples in the wet suck of his mouth in turn, tongue circling each bud, the briefest hint of teeth jolting you with a quiver, his lips returning to yours, your kisses all syrupy sin, the feel of his cock skimming against your folds causing you to whimper.

“Damn, baby,” he breathes, kissing your neck, his hands running through your hair and down your arms, stoking you with pure glittering ecstasy as he shifts his hips, the tip of his hardness meeting your dewy entrance. “You got no idea how much I wanna just push right up inside you, feel that hot little pussy gripping on me, shit.” He begins kissing down your body, tongue swiping over your sternum, hands pressing your thighs wider apart. “I gotta wreck you with my tongue first, though.”

He descends between your legs, the smell of your womanhood intoxicating to him, any little acts of tease he might’ve inflicted soon abandoned, especially after swiping his thumb through your folds, spreading the little gathering of slick as he brings his mouth to them, tongue pressing firmly, gliding in a long, slow lick. “Fuck me, mamas. You taste beautiful.” His praise, followed by another sumptuously thorough swipe of his tongue has tingles glimmering through you, the pleasure so gorgeously thorough, you feel like if this is just the start of it, your brain might be short-circuiting by the time he’s done.

The drag of his tongue in repeated licks over your clit has you sparking, your fingers tangling in his silky black hair, little cries filling the air, the filthy indulgence bestowed on you causing lightning to flicker at the base of your spine. His mouth is all relentless hunger, sucking on you, stroking your folds before pushing two fingers inside of you, circles of purely sinful heat laved over your clit, his fingertips seeking out every last nerve ending within you, stroking slowly, rubbing utter bliss as he smiles against you, your wail feral and coarse.

“Fuck, baby. This pretty little pussy is getting so wet. Mmmm, I can’t wait to feel you cum all over my tongue.” he groans, sucking you hard, the tip of his tongue beating over your clit at speed, your legs shaking violently as you pant breathlessly. The intensity burns down to your very bones, heat skittering through your veins, until it’s blooming wildly, all the colours of summer bursting behind your closed eyelids.

He grants no clemency from the hypnotic beat of his tongue over your bud in the wake of your undoing, tasting your hot, pink folds with swirls and flickers as you gush onto his lips, his beard wet with your nectar as he sucks a mouthful of your cunt, your hands tight in his hair as you feel the coil within you tightening again.

Needing you, he emerges, your belly kissed by wettened lips before his mouth is on yours, his cock bumping against you in his blinding need to join you, grunting with light annoyance at the miss. Frustration and want flashes his eyes, his teeth prickling your nipple as you raise your hips to him, facilitating his body to align perfectly with yours, your muscles bouncing with lustful quakes as with one fluid push, he’s within you, parting your heat, and god... he feels more incredible than you ever imagined he would.

You’re skewered on him, feeling boneless against him as his mouth buries at your neck. The pressure and power of him within is like taking an entire storm inside you, his hips rutting eagerly as he reaches your summit, bottoming out and dragging back, your cunt hugging him greedily in desperation for him to do it again, fill you wantonly and make you whole.

Stars explode through your groin, a knife edge of pleasure ripping through you, your hands stroking his face as he continues to kiss you, all fire, sin and honey, cusses tumbling from his lips as your soaking core grips around him. You hang onto him as he spears you so deep your stomach shudders, legs and arms clinging on around his bulk as he begins to quicken, his mouth back on yours as his fingers graze your scalp and comb through your hair.

The feel of him rutting against you, dragging wetness from your cunt with every thrust, your dew bathing his cock entirely, you finally slacken and relax, moving fluidly against him as you pant against his shoulder, his mouth finding yours and stealing hot kisses from your lips.

He is tight and heavy within you, imposing and unimaginable in size and prowess, the power and rhythm of his fuck making you dizzy and drunk on him, his big hands grasping your face as your tongues entwine, his teeth then grazing your lower lip.

A grumbled groan wells in his throat, hips jerking and sending him deeper, your walls clenching around him instinctively, a whimper fluttering over your lips as he drags sparks through you, pleasure taking root and coiling around the base of your spine like a vine about to ascend. You thought taking such a huge cock would be painful, but god, how thoroughly he prepared you to be split so wide, breeched so deep, and fuck, how he knows exactly how to evoke absolutely nothing but the burning sparks of utter bliss.

He begins to pound into you with unhinged vigour and boundless determination, syrupy bliss stirred in your loins, your hands running down his wide, tattooed back and delighting in the feel of every rise and fall of his chiselled, bulky muscles, drinking him in, savouring how fucking perfect the moment is, how no one has ever felt better inside you than him.

His voracious dominance overwhelms you entirely, your body once again tensing around him as you chase your release, wanting to drag the same from him into you, your bodies colliding wildly as you pant and groan like animals in heat, everything frenzied and fervid.

You’re away from yourself, floating adrift, lost in the mist until his thunder brings you home, is your anchor pulling your back, the lightning shooting your spine awakening you into full bloom around him, an almost wounded cry leaving your open mouth as your nails claw his shoulders and rake his back. His uncontained hips piston his crest, his cock spurting into you deep, so deep with every wave of release he groans through, thick and hot, like what he leaves of himself within your pulsing walls, utterly spent.

He moves gently in the wake of all that was urgent and barbarous, his cock twitching within your heat before he becomes still, gazing down at you as your breathing steadies, eyes so bright it’s as if stars fell into his blown pupils. He lays his forehead to yours, fingertips trailing your cheeks, sweaty and breathless.

“So, I live up to my swagger, right?” Of course, he’d ask that. Of course, he would.

You smile, kissing him, gently nibbling his lower lip. “Hmm, maybe show me again, just so I can be sure?”

He shrugs lightly, fingertips tracing beads of sweat upon your clavicles, leaning to kiss your throat a couple of times. “Seems only fair.”

#angel reyes #angel reyes smut #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes x female reader #angel reyes x you #angel reyes fanfic #angel reyes fic #mayans mc #mayans mc smut #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc fic

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anjelicawrites · 9 months

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Thinking about Osferth wearing booty shorts while he does DIY to try and tempt Aemond into finally fucking him, but when Aemond wimps out again, poor Osferth sulks back to reader and asks her to use the Aemond-dildo on him (again) ☺️

Obviously NSFW under the cut. 18+ only please!!!

Osferth x reader (set in the poly dynamic)

Warnings: strap on usage, ass fingering, blowjob.

"It was a tad too much" Osferth sulks, naked on the bed

"A tad my love? When you wear those shorts, I can tell which religion you belong to" you answer, tightening the straps of the harness

"It's really hot! We are in the midst of an heatwave!"

"And now you're blaming the weather?"

"I didn't wear those on purpose, you know, and it almost happened. I could taste it"

"And here you are. The next best thing" you say, hooking the dildo on the harness

"You're never the second choice! - Osferth huffs indignant, his hands cupping your face - don't ever think that!"

"I know! - you kiss his forehead, gently - I was kidding"

"You know I will go to Hell for you, right?"

"I know - your hands linger on his cheeks, your thumbs stroking his high cheekbones - are you still game?"

"Only if you are" his eyes are big and earnest, slightly unfocused with need

"Then, why don't you show me what that mouth can do?".

Osferth grins and steals a kiss from you, before starting his slow quest down your body, peppering kisses on your torso and sucking on your breasts, licking lines on your tummy and blowing raspberries there, until he gets to the dildo. He stops for a second, licking his lips, waiting for you hand to sneak into his hair to guide him to the replica of Aemond's cock; give it to Aemond to manage to have an elegant dildo moulded from his dick, he thinks, before slowly licking the head. One hand around the base, he looses himself in the act, his tongue following the thick vein on the underside, his lips leaving hungry kisses along the shaft, his mouth slowly enveloping the dildo and gently sliding down until it bumps against the back of his throat. He grabs your hips with a moan and swallows repeatedly to offer more friction, his moans of pleasure and lewd sucking sounds snuffed by the dildo, his own cock growing harder and harder with every push of your hips, his own canting against nothing, hungry.

He looks ruined when you pop the dildo out of his mouth, spit drooling out of if his red lips, tears down his cheeks, eyes glazed; his whole body sways and you have to keep him upright with a hand in his hair, the other on his jaw.

"What's your colour my love?"

"Green" he says, voice far away

"Do you want me to keep going?"

"Yeah" he slurs

"Then, lie on the bed, ass on the pillow and spread your legs for me".

He complies without grace, his body too foreign to do anything but flop on the mattress, legs opened and cock so hard it almost hurts.

Taking your time, you uncap the lube and pour it on his hole, he hisses and tells you he doesn't need to be prepared, he's ready, you tell him to shut up and be a good boy. He moans when you first breach him, his hips following your slow movements, his abs contracting the more you scissor him, until he's begging to be fucked, voice high pitched and desperate, fresh tears streaming down his cheeks. Your fingers are still inside him, gently pushing against his prostate, when you lean towards him to kiss him, tongue breaching him, moving the same way your fingers are inside of him. You know he's truly desperate when his legs start kicking, feet sliding on the sheets and he is grabbing the headboard with a white knuckled grip.

With haste you pour a liberal amount of lube on the dildo and slowly enter him. If he was desperate before, he's absolutely wild now, heels digging against your back to push you in faster and you have to pin him on the bed, forcing a slower pace that makes him keen and beg.

"You're so needy - you groan - and hungry for cock like a whore"

"Please" he begs, back arching when you stop moving

"Who's fucking you?"

"You are" and your name follows, desperate

"Whose cock am I using?"

"Aemond's" he cries

"You get the best of both worlds, don't you, pretty thing?".

He can't answer, not with the gentle way you are breaching him. You two are sturdy people who like to fuck hard and fast, his brain can't compute that you are so gentle, yet passionate now, your pushes deep and slow, forcing him to feel every ridge, every vein of the dildo, until you bottom out and he screams in pleasure when your hand pushes on his belly, feeling the dildo there.

You rock inside of him, your hips close to his, slow movements against his prostate that make him moan and keen, ass clenching painfully against the intrusion. A scream tears out of his mouth when you lift his leg over your shoulder, to go even deeper, mimicking the rithym Aemond follows, deep and passionate, never leaving his hole empty, one hand stroking his cock slowly.

His back arches when he comes, copious on his belly and on your hand, prayers and moans spilling from his mouth when you keep pushing against his prostate, until it's too much and you have to stop.

You stare at him, his breath harsh, his cheeks red, as you remove the strap on and crawl towards him to hug him tight and pepper kisses on his face, until he comes back to you, with a gentle 'thank you' on his lips.

Everything taglist: @ilikeitbetterangsty

Poly taglist : @fan-goddess, @notyour-valentine, @aegonx

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spidernerdsblog · 3 years

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Can I request reader going to meet mob! tom's friends and when tom gets there, everyone tells him about the hot girl who just walked in and how they wanna fuck her tonight and when he tells them it's his gf they are like 😳 oh and you know tom being the most fearless mobster has trouble controlling his rage and maybe both y/n and tom have some jealous sex. pls I hope this doesn't trigger you and only write this if you want to and stay safe

I literally listened to where you belong by the weeknd while writing this the whole time lol. Hope you like this.

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : 18 +, SMUT, mature content, dom/sub dynamics, light bondage, language, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Where you belong

It was like any other night where Tom had to attend one of those lavish parties thrown by the biggest crime families in the country after all he's the mob boss but this time it was little different as you were going to join him tonight. After dating for six months Tom finally thought to introduce you to his underworld friends. Tom was dressed as usual in his business clothes which was a nice ensemble from Prada looking dashingly handsome as always. On the other hand you chose to wear the skin tight dress which Tom liked the most according to him it brings out the best of you.

Reaching the venue you stepped out of the car as Tom hands the valet the car keys to park his car. Just when you were about to go inside together Tom remembers that he had an important phone call to make.

"Love, you go inside I'll be right behind you" He says to you.

"Okay come fast" you give a smile.

"Yeah I will" after making the call Tom goes inside the hall to find you when he heard some of his friends call out to him.

‘‘Hey Tom!’’ He momentarily forgot about you and made his way towards them.

"So what's up boys?" He pats Michael’s shoulder taking a drink from the ushers.

"Tom, mate, you have no idea what you just missed’’ he informs all excitedly.

‘‘Oh really? What was it?’’ he asked, amused.

‘‘Ask who was it, she was a fucking bombshell man, who just walked right through that door!"

"You should have looked at her ass mate god I just want to fuck her so bad" Charles added.

"Keep dreaming you suckers because Roy is already at it, look over there" Liam chuckles pointing out to them. Tom followed their gaze and his jaw clenched as soon as he saw you, smiling and talking to one of his friends, he inhaled sharply in anger at the fact that all this time his friends were just talking about fucking you in front of him.

‘‘Damn Roy is gonna get lucky tonight just look at those tits’’ Michael remarks as everyone chuckles except Tom who was fuming with rage.

‘‘You say another fucking word about her and I’m gonna cut that filthy tongue of yours!’’ He spat at him.

‘‘Woah man, relax. What got you so riled up?’’ Tom turned to them with a death glare.

"Listen you morons I want to make this loud and clear, she’s my girl’’ everyone’s eyes went wide in shock as they gulped hard in fear because the last thing anyone would want is to piss off Tom ‘‘and if anyone of you even dare to have improper thoughts about her I’m gonna put a fucking bullet in your heads! Do you fucking get that?!’’ He growled as everyone hung their heads low in fear agreeing to him. He then strides his way towards you.

‘‘So all by yourself?’’ Roy asks with suave in his voice.

‘‘Oh no, I’m with my boyfriend, Tom Holland you might know him’’

‘‘You- you are Holland’s girl?’’ He stutters in fear knowing that he is good as dead if Tom comes to know that he was trying to bed his girl.

‘‘Yeah’’ you tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear smiling.

"Hey darling" you felt a familiar pair of hands wrap around your waist possessively.

"There he is!" you chirped as Tom knelt down to plant a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Where were you?" you pouted.

"Sorry darling was just catching up with some friends"

"Hey Tom" Roy says awkwardly trying to act friendly

"Hey Roy" Tom gives him a hard glare and turns to you.

"I think it's time for us to leave" He says pressing his lips in a thin line.

"But Tom we just arrived won't you have a couple of drinks" you frowned at the sudden change of plans.

"I think I actually had enough darling, let's go now" He says sternly, you noticed his hard gaze and stopped yourself from questioning him further.

"Okay" He literally dragged you out of the place to the parking area. You got inside the car and sat on the passenger seat as Tom sat on the driver's seat slamming the door shut with such force that startled you.

The whole ride back was completely silent; you occasionally saw him gripping on the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white. You knew your boyfriend as the most feared mob boss who was also known for his short temper. And by the look on his face he seemed angry for some reason which you are unable to figure out. Surprisingly his angry demeanor was turning you on, you shifted on your seat uncomfortably as you felt heat pool between your legs which didn't go unnoticed by Tom.

Tom didn't want the night to end like this but here he was furious and raging from inside. He was very well aware of his anger management issues and since the day you walked into his life he has tried to be the better man for you including keeping his anger in check because he would do anything for you. He was never the kind of man to be triggered with such petty things but when it comes to you he just can't control himself he couldn't get over the thought of his friends were literally eye fucking you in front him. It wasn't your fault though you were no doubt beautiful and he feels extremely lucky that he gets to call you his. But seeing you talking and laughing with Roy just lighted up his fuse. He knew you were just being nice to him but when he knows what Roy's actual intentions were with you just makes him see red.

He just wants to be reassured again that you belonged to him and only him which he is going to make sure tonight. And seeing you getting all fidgety he knew that you were soaking with arousal making him smirk internally at the effect he has on you.

You finally reached the driveway of your mansion as Tom pulled over the car. You couldn't take the silence anymore and finally spoke up.

"Tom are you OK?" your voice was full of concern reaching out a hand to his forehead "You are sweating" He grabs your hand with a death grip making you swallow hard as your gaze shifted to his brown orbs which were now swirling with rage and pure lust, yes he was angry and you know exactly what is going to happen next you found yourself getting even more wet just at the thought of it.

"Bedroom. Strip and wait for me" his voice sharp and dominating. You nodded and let out a small "Yes"

"Yes what?" He demands.

"Yes sir" you say submissively, the corner of his lips curl up to a smirk as he brushes your cheekbone with his knuckles gently.

"Good girl"

You got out of the car and immediately went to your bedroom. Without wasting any time you did just as you were told, taking off your dress, you sat on the bed on your knees in just your lace panties with palms laying flat on your thighs as you waited for him in anticipation. Every passing minute felt like an hour as you felt your nipples harden in the cool air and arousal pool between your legs, you rubbed your thighs to get some relief from the growing ache.

He finally arrives after some agonizing moments later the tux he was wearing already discarded and some of the buttons of his shirt unbuttoned giving a nice peak to the solid abs underneath.

"Such a good girl, aren't you princess?" he cooes as he walks in and sits in front of you.

"Only for you Tommy" you say sweetly. He knelt down and grabbed your jaw roughly to capture your lips hungrily his tongue prys open your mouth exploring your mouth. He gently sucks on your bottom lip tugging it lightly before pulling away you look at him through your lashes gasping. He brushes his thumb against your swollen bottom lip which you eagerly wrapped your lips onto, sucking and swirling your tongue around it as you hold onto his arm.

"Now don't be so greedy" he purrs as you release his thumb with a pop.

"Give me your hands" He demands as you reluctantly extend your hands to him. Tom knows how you hate your hands being tied up with how much you love to run your hands through his hair and hold him close to you making you feel safe in his arms but today he had to establish that you were only his, he takes out his tie that was stuffed in his back pocket and ties up your hands with intricate knots.

"Is this OK?" he asks tugging on it.

"Yes" you affirm, he pushes you onto the bed as you fall back on the soft mattress with him hovering over you as he unbuttons the rest of the buttons of his shirt and takes it off in a swift move.

"So beautiful and just for me" he says with hooded eyes while his hands trailed down your inner thigh as the coolness of the gold rings on his finger sent shivers right up your core. He pinned your tied hands above your head when you tried to raise them.

‘‘Uh uh princess I thought you were my good girl’’ He patronizes

‘‘I am’’ you whimper in his strong hold.

‘‘Then behave if you don’t want me to leave you like this’’ he says kissing down your throat. You let out a gasp when you felt his warm mouth latch on to your hardened nipple. He smirked and continued sucking, teeth grazing on your soft mounds making you moan.

"How dare those bastards look at what is mine?!" he growls in between littering your skin with wet kisses and marking you.

You were so helpless and completely at his mercy. Writhing under him and craving him so badly, snaking a hand inside your soaked panties, "so fucking wet" he observed as he spread your slick around your folds, pulling a desperate whimper from you. He brings his fingers to his mouth.

"Tastes so sweet every time angel" he hums sucking them clean. He then trailed kisses down your stomach, on your navel, before he found home between your legs as he hooks his fingers to the waistband of your panties and simply rips it off you. He stared at your bare, glistening pussy hungrily as if you were his last meal. He dives down right into it sloppily licking through your folds making you arch your back but he holds you down placing a hand on your stomach as he continues his assault.

You felt dizzy, your brain barely able to comprehend your surroundings. The only sensation you felt was Tom and his calloused fingers which he expertly worked up your dripping cunt and threw you over the edge. When he pushed three of his fingers inside you, you felt delirious and came all around his fingers.

Tom quickly gets rid of the rest of his clothes and holds himself above you resting his forearm on the side of your head one hand reaches down to grab his throbbing member as he swipes his tip through your slick folds coating it with your arousal before pushing it in your aching hole. You gasp as you feel his tip slide past your entrance and fills you entirely, the stretch making you close your eyes in pleasure.

‘‘Always so fucking tight!’’ He grunts feeling your walls warm and snug around him. Your eyes shoot wide open as he pulls his hips back and slams right into you without even letting you adjust to him, drawing out a loud moan from you.

You were writhing underneath him wriggling your hands desperately wanting to feel him and hold on to him. Tom finally took mercy on you as he snakes a hand to your wrists and unties your restraints. As soon as your hands were free you flung them to his back pulling him closer as possible, one hand went to tug on to the roots of his hair. You wrapped your legs around his hips, hooking them behind his back. You could never get enough of him, you needed him deep inside you exploring parts of you that no one could ever reach. He nips at your neck sucking on your skin harshly, making sure for everyone to see who you belong to.

"Who is making you feel this good princess?" His voice raspy and breathless.

"You…" your voice trailed off as he pounds into you mercilessly.

"Didn't hear you princess" he reaches down to rub where your bodies were connected.

"You Tom! You!" you shrieked out at the added stimulation.

"That's right baby, I’m the only one who can make you feel like this, no one can make you scream the way I do, no one knows where to touch you like I do" he rubs harsher circles on your sensitive bud and moves his hips to thrust into you deeper, your moans growing louder and louder boosting his ego as your walls clasp around him.

"Fuck! I need to make sure everyone knows who you belong to eh? Maybe put a baby in you, what do you say?" He reckons while he continued to rut his hips

"Yes Tom fill me up, fill me up with your babies" you nod your head furiously as the sound of skin slapping against each other fills the room along with your grunts and moans.

"You will look so pretty baby, all round and beautiful with our child" He brushes your hair gently from your sweat covered face, you were a babbling mess by now unable to form any proper words except his name, his words only spurring you on to your impending climax. He keeps pounding into you even harder than before as you feel your body tense up, toes curling as the coil inside your stomach tightened.

"C'mon baby cum all over my cock, make me fill you up and mark you as mine" He urges and you screamed out when you felt the coil inside you finally snap your walls tightening around him as you came undone raking your nails down his back while his lips captured your swollen ones swallowing your moans as he finally cums inside you filling you up with his warm release and collapses on top of you.

"Mine" he mumbles into your skin between ragged breaths.

"All yours" you say reassuringly running your fingers through his hair soothingly catching your breath.

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#tom holland #tom holland one shot #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagines #tom holland imagine #mob!tom #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #mob!tom holland

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junisfics · 3 years

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Heavy Petting ft. Armin Arlert (Day V)

Focus: Heavy Petting

Warnings: Sexual Contact / Nsfw 18+

Word Count: 2k

They’ve been gone for three days, they should’ve been back within a few hours. Where the hell are they?

Armin left with the others days ago to go on a supply run. Days. This trip should have taken them only a few hours to get done. They’re on horseback, they should’ve been back ages ago.

“Stop sulking around waiting for them to get back, they most likely came across a live town and are trying to trade or something...” Eren explains.

He can’t blame me, how am I supposed to sit around doing nothing while Armin- they’re out there practically begging to be eaten alive.

I pace Mikasa and I’s shared room in the cottage, Eren sitting on her bed as I walk from door to window and back again.

“You need to drink or something, you’re livid.” He says.

“You need to stop acting like youre completely unbothered. I know it pisses you off just sitting here, you hate being excluded from helping.” I spit back.

“You’re just acting like a bitch because you don’t have an eye on Armin for once,” He stands up, “You’re obsessive.”

“I-I am not! I- at least I care! You let Mikasa be a suicidal hero for you and you sit around doing nothing in return!” I shout at him

“She’s just chopping wood, you need to relax.” He groans

“She was just thrown around, she needs to rest!”

“They’re back.” He mutters.

“Shut up you bastard- wait what?”

He stares blankly at the window before turning and making his way down the hall and downstairs. I’m on his heels, practically shoving him down the stairs before pushing past him. I hastily push open the door too see them getting off their horses and stabling them.

“Armin... Armin!” I cry out. I see his blond hair whip around as he turns to face me. He’s tying his horse back up into her stable.

“y/n! Sorry, we ended up getting turned around, it took a little longer than ex- oh.”

His sentence is cutoff as I run up to him and practically throw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck, his own make their way around my torso and I hold myself flush against him.

“We were only gone a few days, are you alright?” He asks, speaking into my hair.

I let go of him and take a few steps back to look at him. His hair is coated in sweat and dirt that sticks to his forehead. It’s obvious they came in contact with a few titans, the give away being the cuts and bruises that litter his hands and face along with few rips in his clothes.

“Yeah, sorry. Are you?” My hands prod at him, inspecting any possible injuries I missed before. I take his hands in mine, examining the surface cuts. Then, I take his face in my hands and shifting it slightly to look over it. My eyes get caught at a thin gash below his left eye.

It was supposed to be just a little supply run, to get food and medical supplies, that’s it.

“Ah-” He grimaces, jerking back at my touch. I let go of him.

“Go wash up then meet me in the kitchen. I need to clean it.” I gesture my head to the house

He disappears off to the backyard where the water spout is and I make my way back inside, a little to quickly for that.

He’s alive. He’s alive. Relax, y/n.

I through the kitchen cabinets for my medical box. I’m pulling things and shoving things around when I realize I had leant it to Jean.

“Jean!” I shout

“Jesus, y/n, I’m right here, what do you want?” He sets down what I assume to be a sack of potatoes onto the counter.

“Where’s my med bag?” I ask.

“I put it in your room, under your bed. I didn’t know where else it’d go.”

It’s right where he says it was. I take it apart and pull out alcohol, gauze, needles and sutures. I lay it out accordingly onto the bedside table. Staring at it, shifting each tool an embarrassing amount of times.

Relax, he’s fine. He’s here.

“y/n?” Armin says, rounding the door frame.

His once dirt soaked hair is now clean and wet, messily hanging into his face. His shirt clings to his still damp skin. In the absence of the dirt I can now see bruises littered across his jaw and cheekbones. His forearms are all scratched up as well.

I pat beside me on the bed gently. He closes the door quietly and takes a seat beside me. I pour a bit of alcohol onto a gauze pad and hold him by his chin to keep him still. He winces when contact is met.

“Sorry, sorry” I mumble, wiping and patting at the gash below his eye.

When It’s as clean as I think it can get I reach for the sutures and tweezers, pushing it through the damaged skin as gently as I possibly can, “I’m sorry, I know”

I can feel his eyes boring into mine and I grow obviously uncomfortable as I try and complete my work.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks suddenly. His voice quiet, nervous.

I look down to his lips, a slit in the bottom one, then into his eyes. Slowly and sheepishly, I nod, letting my tools drop to the floor.

His lips meet mine, cold but soft. He takes my face in his hands and my own drop from his and reach around his neck to toy with his still damp hair.

My heart lurches out of my chest, his fingers gently tracing the skin of my cheekbones. His touch is overwhelming and I feel my own skin growing hot. I grab at the front of his shirt, twisting it into my fist to pull him closer.

I’d be lying if I said I’d never thought about kissing Armin, actually, you’d have to be stupid to think I haven’t.

“I- closer, come closer... please.” Armin mumbles quietly, his hands pulling at my waist.

I hesitate, but only momentarily, then make my way closer, shifting inch by inch before something inside him snaps and he pulls me atop him. Our lips detach and my forehead rests against his, my legs straddling his waist but he remains upright, his back up against the wall.

“Armin..” I’m out of breath, my chest noticeably raising up and down with every pant.

“Fuck, just kiss me.” He pleads and I do. I tilt my head down so my mouth meets his again, this time with more passion.

His hands skim up and down my sides and back, touching almost any place he can without overstepping his boundaries. He needs more, I can feel it. It’s almost too much to handle, my body and senses completely flooded by him. He’s everywhere all at once.

I shift slightly to be flush against him my hands still around his neck, pulling him closer. His grip drops to my hips and squeezes them harshly before taking in a sharp inhale. Before I can kiss him again he tilts his head slightly so our noses bump together.

“You- God- you can’t do that... please.” This time he’s the one out of breath, overwhelmed and his skin hot.

My eyes closed and lips still searching for his as he pleads.

“You don’t- God, y/n, stop fucking moving.” He hisses, sitting up even more so to where his nose is in line with my jaw.

Hearing him swear is a rare occasion, let alone multiple times. It’s captivating, the sexuality of his frustration is so incredibly attractive.

His breath is hot on my neck, I can feel his lips tracing gently before kissing the tender flesh. My eyes flutter shut and my mouth drops open, a shiver goes down my spine and to my center.

Oh.

Tiny whimpers leave my lips and I feel his tongue lick up my jugular.

“Armin,” I breathe.

“I don’t want anything from you, just this... please.” His voice has dropped a few octaves.

It’s so much, but so not enough. I feel stupid, completely dumbed by him. My head is clouded and all I can even think about is him, his lips and his touch. His fingers are gentle as they slip under the hem of my shirt to tickle the skin there. Another pathetic sound escapes my mouth.

His hips shift and a wave of pleasure ripples through me.

“Armin, I-I can feel you.” I giggle quietly and he pinches the supple skin of my hips.

“Shit, I’m sorry- God” He groans into the skin below my jaw and ear, “It’s just- you’re just perfect.”

He sucks gently on my skin, marking the surface with little nips and bites every so often. The warm and wet gliding of his tongue along my skin has me shaking in his lap and every move I make I can feel him beneath me.

My hands rake down his chest and stomach then up under his shirt. The muscles of his stomach tense beneath my fingers. I never expected Armin to be so muscular, yes he’s rather lean but my fingers can feel the obvious divots between his abs.

As my hands feel over his hot skin, his chest begins to rise and fall at a more rapid pace. His once innocent hands begin to sheepishly travel towards my backside. I try to encourage him by arching my back ever so slightly... and I wouldn’t say that hurt our situation but it definitely didn’t... help.

A groan rumbles deep in his chest as I do so and his grip on my lower back releases so he can grab my face and pull me away from him. My hands rest on the bare skin of his chest as he looks into my eyes and holds my jaw between his hands.

“You drive me insane.” He says under his breath, more to himself than to me.

His thumb follows the dips and mounds of my lips before finding resting tenderly against the center of my bottom lip. He uses his thumb to pull it down before letting it flick back up.

I try to lean forward to catch his lips in mine but he holds me still. A tiny smile upturns the corners of his lips as I try again with no prevail, only bumping the tips of our noses together once more. My mouth hangs open faintly, begging him to kiss me again.

I dig my nails into his bare chest, scratching gently.

“Ah-shit” He hisses, his eyes fluttering closed and head resting back against the wall.

“Kiss me, please.” I whisper, “Please.”

He blushes, pulling his head off the wall and looking into my eyes. I will never be able to get over how absolutely beautiful he is. The cool depths of his blue eyes are captivating; the gentle rises and falls of the bone structure in his face, the flexing of his muscles with every movement is so incredibly alluring.

He taunts me, leaning in then leaning out once I do the same. His pretty teeth showing with every smile.

I open my mouth and poke out my tongue, taking it and reaching to lick at his open lips. He twitches beneath me and I snicker quietly.

“Hey y/n! Have you seen Armin, Eren wants- oh!” Sasha pushes open the door and I scramble off of him, stumbling to the floor and taking a seat there.

“Eren! I found him!” She calls to downstairs, then returns to us, “I knew it!”

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noctumbra · 4 years

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summary ─ “do you think we have a spare time, daddy?” bucky’s pupils dilated as soon as he heard you calling him that, and he took a sharp breath.

pairing ─ trucker!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, daddy kink, creampie, riding, pet names, implied oral sex

a/n ─ we’re back on track! i’m so sorry i forgot “being recorded during sex” thing while writing, only noticed that now tf. i’ll be adding that trope to another day’s. trucker!bucky has my ass <3 hope you like it! please leave a comment if you liked it! thank you <333

KINKTOBER DAY NINE: trucker!bucky + being recorded during sex + daddy/creampie kinkTRUCKER!BUCKY + BEING RECORDED DURING SEX + DADDY/CREAMPIE KINK

It was night time when Bucky had stopped for a meal time. It had been a while since he had hot meal, and he needed a hot meal after all the junk food he’d been consuming. Grumbling to himself as he parked the big trunk, he stepped back in the sleeping cab before he got off. He watched you sleeping for a short while; feeling fond, he didn’t want to wake you up, but like him you needed something resembling a proper meal.

Placing his large hand over your hair, he started to pet your hair softly.

“Little one?” He murmured, shaking your shoulder, you always responded this pet name specifically. You stirred a bit under his soft petting. “Hey, baby,” Bucky shook you gently one more time. You frowned as your eyes opened slowly.

“Wha─” You started, but a yawn cut you off. Bucky smiled at the adorable sight before him.

“Late dinner time,” Bucky said, “Come on.” You nodded and sat up. Rubbing your eyes, you let Bucky help you wear his thick sweatshirt and your boots. You were still sleepy as Bucky grabbed you by the waist as you tried to climb off the big truck. You hugged him like a koala before he had a chance to drop you on the ground. Bucky chuckled. Without saying anything, Bucky carried you to the diner like that.

“Barnes! Welcome back, buddy!” You heard Thor’s cheery voice and grimaced.

“How can he be so cheery at this hour, I don’t wanna know,” you grumbled against Bucky’s neck, making him snicker. He kissed your temple as he sat down on one of the tables.

“Hey, man,” he waved back at Thor. You pulled back reluctantly. Slipping off his lap, you continued to hug his arm and stay close to him. For some reason, Bucky had a very warm body; even in winter, it was so warm, hugging him was like a carrying a furnace with you. You hummed as he wrapped the arm you’ve been hugging around your shoulders and pulled you against him.

“Hello!” You heard Karen’s voice and sent her a sleepy smile. “Should I get the usual?” Bucky must have nodded and you must have dozed off because you were being woken up rudely one more time.

“Come on, baby,” Bucky murmured. “Food is here.”

One hour later, both of you were full and warm from head to toe thanks to the delicious hot food you have inhaled. Your sleepy state was no longer there, the food awakening and giving you energy. You were now sipping your coffees in the truck. Inside was warmer than the diner, and Bucky told you that you had to be on your way soon, so truck it was.

“Hmm,” you hummed happily as you stretched. “I love being warm,” you muttered as you drained your coffee with one last sip. Bucky hummed, too, approvingly. He didn’t like winter too much, said that he had a lot of bad memories including the winter season. You looked at him playfully as an idea started to form in your head. “When should we be on the road again?” You asked him. Bucky frowned for a second only, checking the schedule on his left.

“In an hour, max,” he answered, and then turned to look at you. His eyes were suspicious, and you smirked. “Should I bother with asking what do you have in mind or do I already know it?” Your smirk grew wider and more mischievous.

“Do you think we have a spare time, daddy?” Bucky’s pupils dilated as soon as he heard you calling him that, and he took a sharp breath. You hummed seductively. “Do we, daddy? I miss playing!” Bucky closed his eyes for a moment, taking deep breaths through his nose and probably trying to stop himself popping a boner with one word.

He hated loved the effect you have on him. “I dunno, little one,” Bucky rasped. All of a sudden, he was incredibly aroused, and he blamed you for that. “We don’t wanna be late…” He started, but his words died on him when you pulled his sweatshirt and your own t-shirt off in one go and revealed your naked torso. “Bed,” he growled, the control and hesitation being lost on him, he yanked the sleeping cab door open.

Giggling with excitement, you climbed on the bed and waited for him to join you. Bucky quickly placed the make shift curtain he had installed after meeting you on the front window and joined you. He stripped himself off of his white denim jacket which left a very tight black t-shirt behind. You whimpered at the sight of your daddy looking so sexy; buzz cut hair and stubble, eyes piercing blue and high cheekbones with red, plush lips; bulging biceps, tattoo covered arms and neck, form fitting t-shirt showing off his abs and pecs adorning his long but muscled legs, and oh. That grey sweatpants that compliment his legs and feeding your eyes with showing you his bulge on its full glory… Your daddy was handsome and sexy as hell, and he was yours.

“Daddy,” you moaned, “Quick, please.” Bucky chuckled darkly, now it was his turn to enjoy the effect that he had on you. Smirking, he toed off his heavy boots and peeled his grey sweatpants. His cock sprung free, and you moaned loudly. He was going commando all this time, and you just discovered it. Bucky chuckled again at your face.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll get it soon,” he murmured as he climbed on the bed, right next to you. You wiggled on your place and you shed your thick leggings off; taking your panties and bra at the same time, too.

One swift move and you were straddling him; feeling his tree-trunk thighs beneath yours, being able to hold onto those bulging biceps, you moaned when his lips captured yours. His large hands were roaming your body, squeezing the soft flesh and stroking it after. You wiggled on his lap, too, and your hips started to grind slowly. Bucky hummed against your lips. He tilted his head to his side and dove deeper into the kiss; his tongue licking your bottom lip, you gasped as you gave way to his tongue in your mouth.

Bucky growled; his hands came to a stop on your hips, helping you grind harder and a little faster. Mewling, you wrapped your arms around his neck and plastered your chest against his bare one. You loved the skin-to-skin contact with him. His body being a little warmer than yours, always made you shiver. You’ve never realized that you were cold until you were around him or hugging him.

“Mmm, little one, harder,” Bucky whispered into the kiss, moving his lips down on your neck and nibbling over your pulse. “Make yourself come, honey love.” You whimpered. Your hips were moving with his orders rather than yours; they started moving harder, ground faster. With each move, your clit bumped on his bare cock; the thick veins on it helped you stimulate your clit. After a short while, you were moving on him so fast and hard, it probably looked like you were riding him.

“Daddy!” You hiccupped as the thought of riding him pushing you closer to your cliff. Bucky hummed while he continued to place kisses on the skin he could reach. You stood straight, your clit throbbing, you were right on the edge. “Daddy,” you sobbed this time, and Bucky took your nipple in his mouth. You shouted when you came all over his bare cock. Your walls were clenching around nothing, clit throbbing with the need of some sort of a friction and your nipples were straining because of Bucky’s ministrations.

Bucky lifted his head from your chest, cupping your jaw; he pulled you down for a filth kiss. It was a short, but a hot and the kind of kiss that had you mewling, wiggling on his lap. Moaning lightly, Bucky bit on your bottom lip before sucking on it. His hands were squeezing your hips so tightly, you knew there would be hand-shaped bruises next morning.

Bucky grabbed his cock and lined it up, stroking it a few times before helping you sank down on it. You cried out softly at the immense pleasure. Your slick and hot walls were clenching around his cock, bare inside of you.

“God─ You feel so good around me, honey love,” Bucky rasped in your ear as he sat up a little straight. Kissing your cheek, he untwined your arms around his neck and clasped your hands behind your back. “Keep them there, love.” You nodded, sniffing just a little. You could feel his cock throb in you, twitching sometimes. You wanted Bucky to move, to fuck you fast and hard and deep; you could cry.

Bucky wrapped your arms around your back, holding your wrists in one of his hand as support, and he started to thrust up into you.

Screaming, you fell against his chest, face buried in his neck. Bucky grunted as his cock rammed in and out of you with quick, jerky moves. His balls hitting your other hole each time he thrusted back in. You moaned loudly only to be muffled by the straining skin of his neck. Each snap of his against yours was a bruise which you would be wearing proudly in the morning.

Bucky wiggled on his seat, changing the angle of his hips just a little. The effect of it, though.

It had you singing in his ear.

You moaned, groaned throatily and whimpered; desperate to come, for him to come. You could feel his thigh muscles moving in sync with his thrusts. His cock stroking your walls with harsh and gentle moves, you felt his cock head grazing that sweet spot of yours. You bucked your hips down when he first hit it.

“Is that it?” He grunted in your ear, “Is that the sweet spot, little one? Hm? Shall I continue to hit it? Help you go all stupid on me with hitting that spot?” You whimpered loudly and nodded. Your teeth clamping over his meaty shoulder, you muffled your shout as he did exactly what he said.

You were going to come very soon and you knew that Bucky was aware.

Bucky growled, deep in his chest, and he changed positions. You whined when he stopped thrusting because you were almost there. “Sshh, honey love,” Bucky hushed you gently as he laid you on your belly and straddled your legs. His cock slipping back into you, much deeper and felt way bigger, you shouted into the sheets. You grabbed the back of his thighs, feeling them move under your hands.

Bucky started to pound into your abused pussy. Slick sounds filling the small sleeping cab, your eyes rolled back with the pleasure of this new position was giving you. His cock was snug inside you. It was hitting that very deep, sweet spot of yours, and his balls were adding to the sweet torture as they hit on your abused flesh. Bucky grabbed your ass cheeks and parted them with his thumbs; watching the way his cock disappearing into that soft and amazing pussy into yours.

“Baby,” he moaned. “Fuu─ ‘m close,” he murmured, his breathing hitching. You just moaned, words and creating sentences were lost on you at this point. Bucky leaned over your sweat slicked body, covering your body under his very big one easily. He slipped his arms under yours and hugged you against his chest tight. His hips were snapping faster now that he was too close to coming.

“Daddy! Please─” You choked on a moan and whined. “’m close, too! Please, please!” Bucky cursed. Hips stuttering, he thrusted four, five more times and came inside of you, grinding down hard. You gasped, the throbbing and twitching of his cock pushing you over the edge, too. Mewling, whimpering and writhing under him because of the intensity of your orgasm, you dug your nails deep into his muscled, thick thighs.

“Fuck, little one,” Bucky groaned, breathless, “Milking the life out of me, I swear.” You hummed, circling your hips slowly. Bucky gasped, pressing your against the mattress to stop your hips moving, he cursed. “St-stop, shit!” He panted into your nape, kissing the sweaty skin there.

It took you a while to come down from your high, both of you.

You were cuddling, Bucky was touching you constantly, peppering kisses and small bites here and there, you hummed. You loved the afterglow with him; cuddling like this, feeling loved and cherished.

“I love you,” you whispered, turning your head to him and kissing him on the lips softly. Bucky hummed the words back and pushed you onto your front again. He parted your legs while placing a kiss on your exposed neck. Moving down, he watched his come leaking out of you thickly. Bucky moaned as he grabbed your ass and parted them once again.

“Daddy?” You frowned lightly.

“Sshh, little one,” Bucky stroked your ass with his thumbs. “I’m just gonna clean a little.”

This was your only warning before he started lapping into your leaking pussy.

When you were on the road again, it was nine hours later than he planned.

No regrets though, Bucky thought to himself as he peered back to your sleeping, naked body. Worth every second.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fanfiction #trucker!bucky #kinktober 2020

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mmvalentine · 3 years

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Pomegranate pt 5 | Feysand

Hades/ Persephone inspired AU. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6

Rhys stays up most of that night with Cassian and Amren, making battle plans. The Night Court is far north enough that they aren’t in immediate danger. The same cannot be said for the Spring Court.

Since Hybern is already in the mortal lands, they are closer to the Spring Court than Rhys’s armies. He starts them travelling that very day, and then in the evening, is back in Feyre’s room. She is in his arms almost as soon as he winnows in.

“Hello lover,” he says into her hair.

“You still haven’t slept, have you?” she asks. Rhys doesn’t answer.

“Any response from Tamlin about the Hybern attack?” he says instead.

“Just one,” Feyre replies dryly, and then pulls back enough to meet his eyes. Rhys blanches.

Feyre’s face is mottled with bruises on her chin and temple. There’s an ugly gash across her left cheek, and a small cut in her eyebrow. Rhys’s knees give slightly, and he pulls her to sit on the bed before kneeling in front of her and inspecting her face and body. There are cuts on her hands, too. “Tamlin says, how dare you side with that night court whelp over your own father,” Feyre recites. “If I say Hybern isn’t a threat then it isn’t a threat. Stupid stubborn bastard.”

“He hit you?” Rhys said. His jaw is clenched so tight Feyre can see the muscles jump. Feyre’s laugh is brittle.

“Oh no,” she says. “He never hits me himself. He just… explodes things in my vicinity. And then he panics and says I shouldn’t have been standing so close. Or pressed him after he said to stop. Once, he actually told me I should have thicker skin.”

A snarl builds in Rhys’s throat, but Feyre touches his cheek.

“I’m okay, Rhys. They’re just scratches.”

“I’ll kill him.”

“Rhys. Don’t do anything dumb. Besides, whenever he really loses it at me he usually feels so guilty that he lets me out again. You know, until he finds another reason to lock me up.”

Rhys looked up at that. “So you’re free to go?”

“He hasn’t said anything yet, but he usually waits until breakfast anyway.”

“Well fuck waiting. Just come with me tonight, leave Tamlin for Hybern.”

“And abandon my own court? Would you do it?”

She has him there. Rhys sits back on his heels and drops his forehead to her knee. “I don’t know when they’re coming,” he says. “And I can’t just leave you waiting. Not when Tamlin’s doing this shit to you.”

“Okay, then stay here,” Feyre says. He looks up at here.

“Stay with you?” he asks.

“Yeah. I never like it when you leave anyway. And you need to get some sleep. Seriously.”

He looks at her and the anguish stings his eyes like hot tears. Hybern is coming. Tamlin is hurting Feyre. She’s asking him to sleep in her bed. There are too many things to feel.

“Come on,” Feyre says gently. She tugs him off his knees. “Come to bed.”

Rhys lets her pull him up into the bed. He toes off his boots and shrugs his arms out of his jacket and shirt, sending them in to a pocket realm in case someone comes in and finds his things on the floor. Feyre blows out the candle on the table by the bed, and gets under the sheets with him. He pulls her against him, and nuzzles her face into her shoulder.

“My armies are on their way,” he says. “Hybern won’t win.”

“Sleep now, Rhysand,” Feyre whispers, and he doesn’t think he could just fall asleep when he’s wrapped around this girl in her bed, but she hums a lilting song under her breath and he does.

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Feyre wakes Rhys early in the morning by tracing her fingertips over the contours of his face. Travels the mountains of his cheekbones and the planes of his nose. Trips over the valleys of the crease above his eyelids, and is just brushing over his lips when his fingers tighten at her waist.

“Hello you,” Feyre says softly.

Rhys’s eyes open slowly, and he loves that she is the first thing he sees in the morning. The dawn light is filtering in through Feyre’s gauzy white curtains, and catches in the loose strands of her honey-gold hair.

“Hello my favourite flower.” His voice is scratchy with sleep.

Feyre’s hands are now trailing down his bare chest, and he watches her studying his tattoos. His hands start to wander, too, and he can feel the heat of her skin through the short satin night gown that he doesn’t remember if she was wearing when he got in last night.

“What do these mean?” Feyre asks quietly. Rhys uses his ankles to tug one of Feyre’s legs between his, and strokes down her flank again.

“It’s sort of a rite of passage for Illyrian warriors,” he tells her, now swirling a finger up her arm and over the top of her bare shoulder. Her skin in contrast is creamy white and unblemished.

“Did they hurt?” she says. She’s now following the tattoos over his biceps.

“Yes,” Rhys replies, with a smile in his voice. His throat bobs. “But it was worth it to have you touching me like that.”

Feyre smacks him lightly and pulls her hands back, but Rhys grabs them and places them back on his chest. “Don’t stop,” he says.

Feyre meets his eyes then, and in the dawn light Rhys finds flecks of gold in her blue-grey stare. He circles his arms around her and pulls her closer in. “I’ll never get tired of your hands on me,” he murmurs. Feyre’s gaze drops to his mouth then, and she blushes slightly but her fingers start to move again. Cautiously at first, up his chest and over his shoulders. Rhys closes his eyes and breathes deeply while she does it. Feyre rubs a little more firmly down his arms and back up. The next pass down, she scratches lightly and a rumble stirs low in Rhys’s chest. His fingers twitch around her waist.

Feyre runs her nails up and then down his back, and now Rhys can’t keep his own hands still. He makes broad strokes over her back, too, fingertips following the line of her spine from the nape of the neck all the way down her backside. Back and forth, slow and leisurely, while Feyre’s hands slide under his hair and scrape down the back of his neck. The next time Rhys reaches Feyre’s ass, he keeps going and brushes her pussy through her underwear.

Feyre’s touch stutters, but she doesn’t make a sound. Moves her hands down his chest and over his abs, while his travel back up. And then back down.

With every pass he pushes his fingers against the growing heat of her, and on the third stroke he can feel her getting wet through the cotton. Rhys pauses, and then pushes her underwear to the side so he can feel her. When his fingers slide down the bare core of her, Feyre moans softly and it’s all Rhys needs to be rolling smoothly over her with his erection pressed firmly at her centre.

“I’m going to vanish our clothes now,” he says, an inch from her nose.

“Okay,” Feyre says breathlessly.

Rhys does so, in a moment between moving his body down and back up hers. They both breathe sharply when they find nothing separating their skin, and Rhys gets achingly hard between her legs. He holds still for a minute.

“Just a reminder that we have to be quiet,” he grits out. “Is this a terrible idea?”

“Yes,” Feyre says. She grins like sunshine through clouds. “Let’s do it anyway.” She rolls her hips beneath him and Rhys is moving again. He snaps his wings out and cocoons the both of them, as if that will help stifle sound. He puts his mouth on hers, and a second later he’s shifting between her legs and pushing against her pussy.

Feyre gasps slightly, but Rhys just kisses it from her lips as he focuses on going slow. Her breathing shallows but he’s holding his breath until he hits his hilt, and then he exhales hard against Feyre’s neck. She is so impossibly tight around him and she’s got her hands under his jaw now. He looks at her, and tries to anchor himself in her eyes as he pulls out just as slowly and then pushes back in.

“I fucking love you,” Rhys whispers to her, and then he moves again. Feyre tries to reply, but can’t form the words. She tries to hold onto his gaze but her eyes roll back as her body adjusts to the size of him and he starts to speed up. Just a little.

“It’s okay,” Rhys tells her. “I’ve got you. Keep your eyes on me.” With some effort Feyre pulls her head back up. “That’s it,” he croons, and then fucks her a little harder. Leans down to press a kiss to her lips, but doesn’t break his rhythm.

“Rhys,” Feyre gasps.

“Yeah honey?”

Feyre opens and closes her mouth, but can only manage his name again. “Rhys…”

“I know.” Rhys slides his hand between them and touches his fingers to her clit. His hips are relentless, and Feyre can’t catch her breath.

“Rhys I… oh gods I…”

“What’s that, petal?” She doesn’t know how he sounds so calm.

Rhys sits up onto his heels, and the angle deepens. He’s circling his thumb over her clit now, and Feyre’s eyes squeeze shut again.

“Open them sweetheart, please,” Rhys murmurs. He curls one hand under her thigh to bring her in closer to him. “I just want you here with me.”

Feyre forces her eyes open, but it’s so much more intense when they’re watching each other.

“I can’t,” she whimpers.

Rhys drops back down over her, and hovers his face above hers.

“It’s just me,” he whispers to her. “I’m right here.”

Feyre moves her hands to his face and somehow, with him this close, it is easier. The room fades away and his violet eyes fill her vision, and then they’re back in the field of wildflowers and they are the only things in the whole world.

“Good girl,” Rhys breathes. He moves his mouth on her nipple, then her neck, then her lips. Feyre's hands are on his ass and pulling him in further now, and he gets drunk on how much she wants him, too. Rhys watches her for a minute, then whispers in her ear. “I want you to come for me.”

And out of nowhere there it is, her climax is right behind her. Feyre holds onto Rhys more tightly as her breaths come fast and shallow, and there’s a moment she’s lost and her knees are gripping Rhys’s hips for dear life while his fingers move deftly between them and then the orgasm is bursting behind her eyelids and Rhys’s hand is clamping down over her mouth so she doesn’t make a sound.

Feyre shakes violently as the waves ebb, his wings tightening around her. Rhys takes his hand away and kisses her lips. She’s coasting on the come down when she realises Rhys has started to build his rhythm back up. He’s got his mouth at the hollow of her throat now and his hand squeezing over her breast, and before she knows it the spiral is tightening again.

“Come again honey,” Rhys says huskily.

“And you too?” Feyre asks.

“Yeah,” Rhys manages. His thumb is flicking over her nipple in time with the one over her clit. “I’ll come if you come.”

Rhys’s hips are getting erratic now and finally he is unravelling. Feyre is satisfied. She pushes her fingertips against his wings and listens to his breathing change, and then she’s floating again. She forgets to keep eye contact but at this point she can’t care about anything at all.

Rhys watches her eyes roll and her face flush. He loves her reactions to him, loves being able to watch her orgasm sneak up on her and the glorious look of almost surprise when it hits. Most of all he loves the way her pussy clenches tight around his cock when she comes, and this time when it happens he loses it and he’s right there with her, and he yells as he comes before biting down hard on his lip to keep himself quiet.

Their bodies shudder together and Rhys gathers Feyre close to him as they chase their breath. He takes in lungfuls of the scent of her and it is minutes before he finally pulls out and cleans them up with magic. Rhys has just gotten his arms back around Feyre and closed his eyes when there is a crash in the hallway outside.

Feyre sits bolt upright and looks at him with terror in her eyes. “My father,” she says.

But Rhys can hear shouting minds in the corridors. “No,” he says, sitting up more slowly. “Hybern. They're here.”

**** Happy weekend my loves! Wishing you all a wonderful day xx

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maybanksbitch · 4 years

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The Bathroom || JJ Maybank

* this is not my gif; all credit goes to the owner.

pairing: jj x reader

prompt: jj follows you to the bathroom after seeing some random try and pick you up. he reminds you who you belong to.

requested: no

warnings: jealousy, absolutely filthy smut, choking, spanking, hair pulling, biting, daddy kink, unprotected sex (10/10 wouldn’t recommend; wrap it before you tap it).

a/n: i’m not kidding y’all, this is FILTHY and very graphic. i’m warning you. it’s also pretty long, sorry.

You let out a hum and raised your eyebrows in mock amusement at something the boy in front of you said. You weren’t really paying attention to what he was saying. You were just entertaining him for the moment.

“So, uh, what do you say we- we uh, get out of here?” the guy, Jason, maybe, tried to ask confidently. He was failing miserably, deep down knowing you were uninterested.

You let out a small laugh as you stood up and patted him on the shoulder. At least he tried. “Sorry buddy, better luck with the next one,” you smiled before turning and walking away in search of the bathroom. You just wanted to clear your head for a minute and escape the rooms packed with Kooks.

There was a line outside the one downstairs so you quickly climbed the winding staircase to use Sarah’s. This was her party after all, and she made you and your friends come. You knew she wouldn’t mind you using her bathroom, anyone else would be a different story.

You didn’t hear the footsteps that followed you up the stairs or down the hallway. As you opened the door and flipped on the light, a body pushed you into the room and then slammed you against the closed door. You nearly punched them straight in the face until you recognized the grey cut off tank and the shark tooth necklace hanging around the person’s neck.

“God JJ, you scared me,” you breathed and leaned your head back against the door to look up at him.

Blonde curls hung around his face as his hands kept you pinned to the door. His usually bright blue eyes were now a darker shade. His jaw was clenched, making his cheekbones jut out the slightest bit.

“Did you think that was cute?” JJ’s voice was deep and taunting, causing a chill to run up your spine.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about..”

Your breath hitched when you felt the cold rings on his fingers against your throat. His fingertips squeezed just slightly, causing heat to flood throughout your body. “Was it fun flirting with that guy, knowing I was right across the room? Did you think that was cute?” he repeated the same question as before, voice coming out almost growl like.

His fingers squeezed a bit harder, demanding an answer but also just trying to rile you up. JJ knew all your kinks. He knew how to turn you on in all of the best ways.

“No,” you whimpered, squirming under his grip against the door.

JJ brought his other hand up quickly, fingers tangling in the hair on the back of your head. He pulled, forcing your head back and exposing more of your skin to him. It didn’t hurt. Quite the opposite, actually. Everything he was doing went straight to your most intimate spot.

“No what?”

“No sir,” you whispered, lips trembling as they parted and you sucked in a breath.

“That’s my good girl,” JJ muttered with a smirk, hand leaving your hair and your neck to grab your hips instead.

You slid your hands under the front of his shirt, fingertips tracing the defined muscles of abs. His lips came down against yours hard and hungry. His teeth dragged against your bottom lip as he tugged on it. When your lips parted in a gasp, he wasted no time, slipping his tongue into your mouth to taste you.

He got a hint of strawberry, from the punch you’d been drinking. He tasted of beer and weed with a hint of mint, something you were so used to but couldn’t get enough of. It was like you were drunk just from kissing each other. You’d both never felt anything like it before.

Your hands left the soft skin of JJ’s chest, sliding up his muscular biceps and into his blonde hair. Your nails brushed his scalp as you tugged on the strands, pulling a strangled moan from the tall male’s throat.

You were spun around quickly, in a daze you caught a glimpse JJ’s crazed eyes in the mirror. You looked at yourself instead. Your hair was disheveled, pupils blown, lips puffy and brighter from the kissing. JJ smirked in the reflection and brushed your hair to the opposite side, fingers trailing from your jaw down to your collar bone. You could see that your nipples had hardened and were peaking through the bikini and crop top you were wearing.

“Look at you, all worked up,” JJ whispered in your ear, wet lips dragging down the side of your neck. He sucked at a spot where your neck met your shoulder and bit down somewhat harshly. After a moment he pulled back and admired the red mark he’d left that would be purple tomorrow.

You felt his large hand in between your shoulder blades and you were pushed forward, bending over the counter. JJ pressed his hips against your ass and you could feel his erection, hard and prodding between your cheeks.

“You want it don’t you? Want me to fuck you over this counter, right here just like this?” he slid his hand down your spine and landed a loud slap to your exposed ass where your shorts had ridden up.

A whimper left your lips as you pressed back against the blonde, grinding your backside against his bulge. “Yes, daddy. Please fuck me. I need your cock,” you whined, looking over your shoulder. JJ’s eyes locked on yours and he lost all control.

Your shorts were ripped off without warning, bikini bottoms following quickly after. You kicked you bottoms off the best you from your compromised position and shivered as the chilly bathroom air met your wet core. JJ kicked your legs apart and you watched in the mirror as his hand disappeared behind you.

You gasped as you felt his calloused pointer finger and middle finger slide through your folds, teasing your clit with soft and slow circles. His mouth fell open a bit when he felt how wet you were. He slipped both fingers into your entrance with little to no resistance.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby,” JJ said huskily, pulling his fingers out and wrapping his arm around your front. He met your eyes in the mirror and held his fingers right in front of your face. His pupils were blown so wide you almost couldn’t see any of his crystal blue irises.

“Suck,” he commanded, dimples becoming prominent as he smirked when your mouth dropped open.

You took JJ’s fingers into your mouth, his eyes glued on your lips the whole time. You put on a show for him as your tongue swirled around the digits and you let him push them down your throat to the last knuckle.

You don’t know when he got his pants undone or how with one hand for that matter. You moaned loudly around JJ’s fingers, nearly bitting down, when you felt the head of his length slip into you, the rest of it entering swiftly after. The blonde’s jaw dropped, face scrunching in pleasure when he was fully sheathed inside of you.

“Ah, shit,” JJ hissed, ripping his fingers from you’re your mouth and gripping onto your hips. “You’re always so fucking tight.”

His rhythm was slow as he started fucking you, pulling back slowly until just the head of his cock was missing and equally slowly pressing back in. For a minute, JJ watched himself thrust into you. The way your juices glistened on his shaft made his mouth water.

He looked back up to see you watching him in the mirror, lip tight between your teeth. He sent you a quick wink and slammed into you forcefully. It was like the moan you let out was forced out by his dick. His pace turned borderline brutal at that point. You didn’t know someone’s hips could move that fast. The vulgar sound of skin slapping on skin filled the bathroom, as well as your loud moans. JJ let out a few grunts but tried to remain quiet, just wanting to hear you.

Your head fell forward at some point. The cold porcelain felt good against your hot skin, sweat already collecting at the hairline on your forehead. You knew the feeling all too well, the feeling of JJ wrapping your hair around his fist in a make-shift ponytail. All he had to do was pull his wrist back the slightest bit to lift your head.

“Head up. I wanna see you. I wanna see how good I make you feel,” JJ’s voice was stern but tense. No matter how many times you had sex, it was just as good as the last, if not better. He felt like a virgin again, trying not to cum from the slightest touch.

You felt out of control of your own body. You couldn’t stop the noises leaving you. You couldn’t close your mouth or cease the shaking of your thighs. You couldn’t help it when your hands reached back and held desperately to the blonde’s forearms, like it would ground you to the world in some way.

A shout left your lips as JJ’s cock brushed your g-spot. Your nails dug into his skin as he continued his assault against it. If anyone was outside of that bathroom door, they would likely think there was a porno being shot inside.

“Yes, fuck, JJ- Right there,” you gasped out.

JJ’s hips stilled, pelvis pressing into your ass. You knew your hips would be bruised from the edge of the counter. He let out a growl and pulled you up by your hair, your head and back arching almost unnaturally. His chest was now pressed against your shoulder blades, mouth right next to your ear.

“What’s my name?” he growled in your ear, holding your gaze in the reflection.

“Daddy. Daddy, I’m sorry. Please, I wanna cum. Make me cum, daddy, please,” you begged the boy behind you.

JJ kept you in that position as he started pounding into you once again. Hearing those words leave your lips almost made him cum right then and there. He was pressing into your g-spot with every thrust. He pulled on your hair with each movement he made. You didn’t know how much longer you could hold on.

“Gonna cum on daddy’s cock, babygirl? Hm? Who’s pussy is this? Who’s the only one who can fuck you this good?” JJ’s voice was low in your ear, a groan slipping out here and there. His hand slipped down your stomach, the other still holding tightly to your hair. His fingers slowly circled your clit. It was so light your knees nearly gave out, a very different contrast to the animalistic thrusting of his hips.

“Yours! It’s all yours. N-No one can fuck me like you. Please!” you practically sobbed, overcome with pleasure as you tried not to cum before allowed. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you pleaded through the mirror for JJ to let you have your release.

“Go ahead baby,” JJ muttered before his mouth latched onto your neck.

His fingers made quick work against your clit now, a wet noise coming from down below. Your hands flew up to his hair and his neck, wherever you could reach. You gripped onto whatever you could as your mouth opened in a silent scream.

Your orgasm hit you so hard your vision went white, eyes squeezing shut. A loud, broken moan left your lips, tearing up your throat. Your legs shook so violently you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, you were relying on him to do that for you.

Your pussy gripped JJ like a vice as you came. You became so tight around him he almost thought he might not be able to pull out. He stuttered out a few more thrusts before muttering, “Fuck, m’gonna cum.”

He forced you to your knees with little effort. Your legs were jelly at that point anyway. He held you by the hair as his hand gripped his cock and stroked fast. You obediently opened your mouth, tongue out and all as you waited.

“Oh-Oh shit- Fuck,” JJ gasped when your eyes opened, wide, wet and innocent, staring up at him.

The groan he let out could probably be heard over the music downstairs as he let go. JJ’s cum shot out so hard he missed your mouth at first, the thick white substance ending up on your forehead and down your cheek, thankfully not in your eye.

You waited until he milked himself dry, licking up the little drop at the end of his tip before swallowing what made it in your mouth.

JJ fell back against the wall, head back and eyes shut as he tried to catch his breath. You grabbed a washcloth from under the sink and cleaned your face off the best you could without looking. You didn’t trust yourself to try and stand yet.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit,” JJ breathed out through pants, finally opening his eyes to look down at you then his thighs. He grinned slightly as he noticed his leg hair was stuck to the skin of his thighs. “Didn’t know you were a squirter.”

A blush spread across your cheeks and down your neck, hands covering your face. You weren’t embarrassed, just equally surprised. When you finally felt the heat subside, you looked up at the blonde and smiled lazily.

“I think that was the best sex we’ve ever had.”

“Think?! Oh, I know that wa-” JJ went silent when there was a knock at the door.

“Shit,” you whispered and rushed to your feet.

You hurried to put back on your bikini bottoms and shorts, ignoring the numbness in your legs. JJ pulled up his underwear and secured his pants in record time. He fixed your top for you as you buttoned your shorts and cleared your throat.

When you finally opened the door a smidge, you smiled sweetly at Sarah who was on the other side. She furrowed her brow as she noticed your messy hair, until she saw JJ in the mirror.

“Oh, God.. You didn’t,” was all she said. She slapped a hand over her eyes when you opened the door wider and she saw that both of you were covered in sweat. The bathroom absolutely reaked of sex. “In my bathroom?!”

“It was his idea!” you quickly put all blame on the blonde behind you.

JJ put his hand over his chest in mock offense but quickly dropped it. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and hooked his chin over your shoulder.

“Sorry, Sarah,” he mumbled and pouted playfully at your friend.

Sarah scoffed but laughed slightly anyway, turning around and walking back towards the stairs. “You are both totally bleaching that whole bathroom tomorrow!” she called to you, only half joking.

JJ pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek and hummed softly in thought. He then nuzzled his nose against the spot and whispered, “Totally worth it.”

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daisiesandshakes · 3 years

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Ikevamp fanfiction

One step closer part 2

Pairing: William Shakespeare & female reader

Summary: after confessing your feelings for each other (part one) it's going to be a wild night...

Words: about 4k

Rating: 18+ /NSFW PLEASE DON'T READ WHEN YOU'RE UNDER THAT AGE!

Tags/warnings: smut (you have been warned), sex, oral sex, (vampire) biting, overstimulation, mentions of cum & blood, light bonding

Special thanks to: lovely @yanderepuck for rereading and helping me with this 4k monster 💖 and for inspiring me with her simping post to put my thoughts into words 🙏💖

Enshrouded in his arms it is a silent carriage ride to Shakespeare's house. Neither of you speak a word, exchanging affection is the only expression of your feelings.

William caresses your silken locks as you reach out to touch his gorgeous face again. Is this really happening?

You're with him, HIM!

He holds you in his arms and he loves you!

Sighing, you trace the lines of his delicate lips with your fingertips. Why does the carriage take so long?

Locking eyes, William holds your hand in place, kissing every finger. His lips ghost over your knuckles, traveling over your fingertips to graze them with his fangs and the tip of his tongue.

Mismatched eyes, now like burning flames, swallow every provoked reaction.

His intense, sensual glance full of sweet promises is already enough to let the muscles in your lower belly clench and you whimper.

Dammit - this man is way too sexy.

His pupils grow wide at the noise that escapes your lips.

You could cut the sexual tension with a knife right now. Grabbing you by your hair at your neck he pulls you into a kiss.

At first it starts as a soft and tender touch, but then William's teasing tongue dances over your lips again and again.

You shift your legs due to the sweet sensation between your thighs.

Wanting more, you take his tongue in a sudden motion between your lips, sucking at the tip, then pushing your own hungrily against his.

Shakespeare moans loudly with pleasure.

Tightening the grip in your hair he pushes you down into the seat, kissing you deeply with feral desire. You can feel his other hand moving from your waist up to your chest, caressing the form of your breast through the fabric of your dress.

At this moment the carriage stops.

Slowly Will tears himself from the kiss and pulls you up.

"To tempt me with these cunning wiles...tis is a dangerous game of yours." He whispers into your ear.

"Though I'm begging you to show me more, it inspires me to make you mad with pleasure. Be assured my dear, I'm looking forward to pay back a tenfold the passion you intend to grace me with '', his voice seductive with bare desire. You swallow.

With a blank mind and weak legs you let Will help you out of the carriage and lead you the way to the house entrance, the bubbling excitement inside your stomach growing with every second.

As the door closes behind you, Will takes his jacket off and ties his hair up with a ribbon.

You turn around, unsure what to do with yourself, looking at the exquisite interior.

"Do you need something, my dear? A drink mayhap?"

Somehow his voice sounds unusually deep and suppressed.

You're turning back to face him "No thank you William, I am f-"

Your back slams against the door and you gasp in surprise. Shakespeare presses himself against you, his nose almost touching yours, you can feel his hot breath on your skin. While he pins your wrists with one hand over your head, his other hand moves from your waist up to your chest, dancing over your curves. Not breaking eye contact his fingertips trail the way up to your face, stroking your cheekbones and the lines of your lips with the lightest, tender touch.

He frowns "I am sorry... I fear I can't be that gentle servant you deserve my goddess..." his voice husky.

Your heartbeat drums in your ears and you lick your lips, his gaze immediately glued to your mouth.

"You bewitched tis pathetic wretch... making me shiver with lust, begging for even the barest brush of your skin".

William slowly pushes a knee between your legs to spread them.

"It is my eager wish now to favour you with tis sensation in return." He purrs as he lifts his leg between your thighs to press it softly against your womanhood, his hand now cupping your breast.

Your entire body trembles with want.

His lustvoll gaze still glued to your lips, as if he awaits words of a magic spell from them to set him free, unable to make a further move without them.

Tears of unbearable anticipation sting in your eyes.

"Don't hold back William, I am yours, here at your mercy. I love you and I want you so bad, I need you!"

With a cry he kisses you with untamed desire, pushing his tongue deep into your mouth to intertwine with yours. You bury your free hand in his soft maroon hair, trying to pull him even closer.

Lifting one of your legs around his hip, he bucks against you and your juices ruin your panties as you feel his throbbing erection. His lips leave your mouth, traveling along your jaw to your neck, his tongue leaving wet stripes on your skin.

Letting your wrist go Shakespeare breaks the kiss and yanks with one fierce move of your dress and corset down to your waist. You gasp at the act and the sensation of cool air on your bare breasts.

Feeling embarrassed you close your eyes and lift your arms to cover your chest.

"Don't.. I beg you" you stop at his pleading voice.

As you open your eyes to meet his gaze, the pure adoration lying in it shocks you and sends shivers down your spine.

He takes a step forward, hovering his hands above your chest.

"Oh my sweet darling, tis is such a breathtaking sight, it would inspire any artist's mind to create masterpieces.. " his fingertips graze slightly over your collarbones.

"I don't dare pretty neigh to touch your delicate form".

Nearly shy words, barely a whisper.

"If you don't touch me right now William, I'm sure I'll attack you instead" you growl, surprised by your own boldness.

He chuckles delightfully as he takes you in his arms.

"So greedy and eager, hm? Shush darling... Let tis bewitched wretch take his time to worship you..." he purrs at the sensitive spot behind your earlobe.

His tongue travels from your earlobe to your jaw, up to your lips to slip eager in between, kissing you senseless and you let yourself drown in the pleasure. Cupping and squeezing your breasts, his thumbs teases your nipples, making you dizzy with desire.

Not breaking the dance of tongues, your trembling fingers try to open the buttons of his shirt, hungry to touch his skin.

Impatient you just rip it open and as your fingers touch his solid chest you moan into the kiss.

Will pulls away laughing.

"Never thought to imagine you would desire tis body of mine this much." He smiles at your lips.

He has no idea.

His hands leave your skin only for a few seconds to take his shirt off.

Then again he presses his body against yours and heat waves run through you as his hot chest touches your bare skin, brushing over your stiff nipples and William's mouth captures yours with the greed of a starving man.

You let your fingertips travel over the sides of his upper body, down to his abs, noticing him breathing hard.

You break from the kiss, leaning the head back to watch his wide-eyed expression while your hands slowly travel to his loins.

Panting, with slight open lips he shifts a bit, giving you more space to go further.

One of your hands moves over his arousal to enfold it through the fabric of his pants. You hold your breath at the size.

He lays his hand on top of yours, pressing his pulsing manhood into the palm of your hand.

His hot tongue slides teasingly over your lips with whimpering noises as he rocks his hips.

Abruptly Shakespeare lifts the bottom of your dress and you hear the ripping sound of fabric at your panties, only a split second before a finger enters your tight wetness.

You cry out.

"Fuck!" Your hips roll against his hand as he bends the digit.

"Not yet, my greedy temptress" he hisses next to your lips, pulling his finger out, licking it clean.

William moans at the taste of your sweet juices and his intense stare with burning eyes forces you to look away, unable to bear this carnal sight anymore.

He cups your breasts again, sucking your nipples, letting his tongue dance around them and you squeeze your eyes shut with a groan.

Kneeling down he tears the rest of your clothes to shreds, stroking the sides of your hips with affection. His nose brushes over your thighs up to your loins, followed by his tongue. Lifting one of your legs over his shoulder he intrudes two fingers into your heat.

"Ah... so wet with juices sweet as honey and so tight on my fingers alone..., you're truly a divine relish." he murmurs before his tongue slips over your swollen clit.

Desperately trying to steady yourself you grab the doorframe and dove the other hand into his hair.

His digits moving in and out, heading deeper searching for the sweet spot that let you see stars, your wetness dripping down your thighs. With a flat, dancing tongue he moans against your sensitive nub.

"W- William... I can't..." breathless you roll your hips frantically at his hand to bring his fingers rubbing over the secret spot deep inside your aching core with every slight move.

You feel a tingle building up in your lower belly and back arching you grab his hair as you come down hard.

Crying out loudly, your walls clenched around his fingers, your wetness spreads over his hand.

Shakespeare pulls his fingers out, licking your folds and then his fingers to achieve every drop your body offers.

While waves of the aftershock run through your form, your shaky legs fail you.

He lifts you up into his arms, leaning his forehead against yours as he carries you into his bedroom.

"It only has begun, my dearie" he whispers, lying your body carefully down onto the silken sheets.

Hovering his body over yours his enchanting, mismatched eyes study every detail of your form, filled with love and adoration.

Graceful fingers floating over your chest, your breasts down to your belly, sliding over your hips to your thighs.

You weep as he reaches your knees, forcing them apart with gentle pressure, to spread them more for him.

To lie this bare, in such a vulnerable state open to his intense view, makes you shiver and yet you can feel more wetness drip over your slit.

"Never before have I seen such beauty, lying spreaded before me, bathed in moonlight." He confesses with a husky voice, kissing softly on your knees.

"Let me drown in you, my beautiful. I desire to get lost in your embrace, wishing never to be found again" his tongue caresses your thighs.

With piercing eyes Will observes every tiny move you make as he spreads your legs more and slides a finger into your heat again. You grip the sheets.

"Tis is mine, mine alone" he whispers fiercely, easing his finger in and out, hitting your hidden, sweet spot over and over again as he gazes down at you with glowy eyes, watching you closely, absorbing your slightest reaction.

You whimper "Will.. oh god.. I'm about to .. Aaah.. cum again!"

How did he find out so fast how to pleasure you the most?

"Who do you belong to? Scream it for me, my greedy temptress"

Ardent spoken words and his skilled finger sending you over the edge, tears of passion roll over your cheeks

"You!! I only belong to you Will!! Oh god.."

The world around you stops existing and you fall apart as the juices of your third climax spill again over his hand.

He lifts his wet fingers up, eyeing them stunned.

His hungry gaze darts to your glistening entry and with a groan he dives in, licking your slit up to your oversensitive nub, to caress it with soft, circling moves.

You squirm, trying to get away, overwhelmed from this stimulation. But his hands around your thighs push your hips down, holding you in place with an iron grip.

You're sure you can't take this overstimulation anymore.

Tears rise up again and you cry out "William! P- please... Too much!"

You begged him to stop, but you nearly yelped as his tongue left you.

Sensing the warmth of his body as he climbs on top of you, you cup his face and lean up to lavish his delicate features over and over with lovingly kisses, smiling shaky before your lips find his.

Without ceasing his hands travel over your curves, leaving burning traces on your skin.

Cupping your breast in his palm and giving it rough squeezes, he lifts your leg around his hip with his other hand, pressing his covered arousal against your entrance, making you feel the aching emptiness inside of you.

"Please...Will..."

"Hm? Please what my impatient goddess?" he asks teasingly, rolling his hips up again. You never imagined you were able to desire someone this much.

"Don't.. tease.. I need you! I'm begging you...! I beg you to make me yours!" You manage to whimper with a broken voice.

He freezes at your confession, staring into your eyes with a feral light in his gaze.

"To hear those tempting words from thyne sweet lips..."

His mouth claims yours with a fervent kiss, leaving you breathless.

"As my Queen wishes, I'm your servant at your command" he purrs.

Sitting up he pushes his pants down, kicking them off in a quick motion, to be over you again in seconds. You lay your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer and you sense the tip of his throbbing cock against your slit.

"Please, take me, please..." you breathe, thinking you can't stand another second without having him inside of you.

Guiding his cock with one hand to your entrance, he pushes the tip inside.

You throw your head back and mewl, trying to pull him closer with your legs.

With a slow but firm motion he enters you fully. Gasping for air, you try to relax, letting the muscles of your tight core adjust to his size.

William breathes hard, strands of wet hair fall into his face and his sweaty chest glistens in the moonlight.

"By all the gods, you must be created for my shape only... Aah.. .to feel your lustful tightness around me..."

Shakespeare didn't move yet, making you mad with desire and you think he knows it.

You buck your hips up hard to his and he groans.

"Move." you hiss at his mouth, biting softly his lower lip, digging your nails into the delicate flesh of his rear.

William loses all remaining reason. You could see it in his eyes.

Reaching down to take your hands, he pins them down over your head, holding your wrists with one hand. He pulls back until only the tip of his member remains inside, watching you as he pushes back into your heat unbearable slowly.

You sigh in delight by the sensation of feeling every inch of him. Pulling back again, Shakespeare lifts your hips to change the angle, instantly meeting the hidden, sensitive spot inside as he thrusts deep into you.

Your mind goes blank, eyes wide open as you moan out his name and a pleased smile appears on his lips before they capture yours in a messy kiss.

With every fierce thrust into you, his body slides over yours, the warmth of his chest brushing over your stiff nipples makes your toes curl.

His mouth travels down to your neck, leaving his tongue across your tender skin lovingly. He inhales the sweet scent that comes from that delicate place and before you can tell what he's about to do, his fangs plunge your skin.

"William... Not while.."

Barely noticing the short prick, you scream because of the unearthly pleasure that follows, spreading through you, setting every nerve alight.

You almost pass out, mind and body overwhelmed and overstimulated. The orgasm that hits you tears you in pieces, leaving you shattered and shaking.

The walls of your core clench around William's cock rapidly and you hear yourself crying out like a wounded animal, while your release drips down your thighs onto the sheets.

The waves of the aftershock doesn't seem to end, blissful tears spilling out of your eyes but you don't notice them.

The playwright leans down, his soft lips kissing the corners of your eyes fondly, to wipe your tears away with them.

"So sensitive to my touch and bite... I have to admit, I didn't presume to affect you this much", he murmurs at your skin.

You shift your head to meet his eyes, surprised to find joyful tears glistening in them.

"You affect me this way because I love you so madly, William".

Groaning loud he intertwined his fingers with yours, holding your hands down next to your head. His hips buck again against yours while kissing you fiercely, messy, senseless.

The nerves in your now oversensitive core spread with every stroke of his member arousing tingles through you, making you moan constantly.

Your whole lower belly seems to be on fire and you can feel the pleasure grow again.

Such rapture shouldn't be possible!

You throw your head back to expose your neck for his hungry tongue , trailing burning lines on your skin.

"I love you, I love you so much Will... ", you grind your hips to meet his slow, but forceful thrusts.

He let go of your hands, holding you against him, his eyes sparkling. You smile at each other between sensual kisses, tongues dancing together. At your lips he whispers "My darling, my goddess...fair maiden only mine, I love you more than you can imagine".

Suddenly William increases the speed of his deep thrusts and you gasp, the air filled with the sounds of slapping, wet skin and cries of pure pleasure.

"Oh f-.. oh god, you feel so good Will!"

Something changes in him at your words.

With fiery eyes and a moan on his lips he grabs the back of your knees, pushing them to your chest, desperately trying to get even deeper into you.

This new position allowed him to hit with every stroke the sweet spot deep inside your heat, making your vision blurry with stars.

Holding onto his slim shoulders as if your life depends on it, you breath his name again and again.

You dig your nails into his tender flesh when an incredible tingle starts to rise and the coil deep inside tightens.

"Ah.. I'm so close! More, I need more!"

His wet hair falls over his face as he slams forcefully into you. "So...as... I am! My love, let me hear your sweet voice, scream for me!"

Attacking your chest with love bites William pierces your nipples with his fangs and sends you with another hard stroke over the edge, licking up the blood from your sweaty, tender skin.

Intensified by the nibbles of his fangs, your orgasm crashes on you with a force beyond belief and you scream his name, voice cracking. Waves of rapture let your walls clench without cease and William groans out loud as the muscles of your core milks him, drawing out his climax instantly. With a few final, deep thrusts he buried himself deep inside you, moaning and shuddering in your arms.

You pass out as your ravaged body still rocks with the afterwaves, your blank mind dragged into a blissful abyss with nothing left in it but him.

It seems to be late in the morning as you slowly open your eyes. Stretching your body you notice that you're alone, William has already left the bed.

Instantly you are aware of the sore feeling in your lower belly and in between your legs. Heat rises up your cheeks as the past night comes to your mind and a pleased sensation runs through you.

'As you regained consciousness again, Shakespeare showered every inch of your form with loving kisses, begging you for forgiveness, that he wasn't able to stop himself, for being so reckless and feral in his desire for you. After you reassured him several times that there was nothing to forgive at all, Will claimed your body over and over in the most tender and affectionate ways until the morning dawned. He took possession of your body and soul while he breathed sweet nothings to your skin, words spoken with so much love and adoration, made you weak and your heart raced.'

With a dreamy expression on your face from those sweet memories, you pull your aching frame out of the bed as you realize that there's nothing left you could wear. William ripped every piece of fabric from your body last night.

Clueless you look around and to your surprise you find one of William's shirts on a chair, neatly folded with a red salvia flower on it. Your heart swells at this thoughtful and sweet gesture.

But how did he find out you love herbal blossoms? You never mentioned it?

After taking a shower you pull his shirt over, inhaling the scent of lavender and sweet sandalwood on it. For sure it is far too long and too big, but you are happy being able to wear it and maybe you can ask William later for pants.

With still damp hair you stepped on your tiptoes through Shakespeare's house, finding him writing at the kitchen table.

Standing quietly in the doorframe you soak up the view, William properly suited, his glance focused on the papers before him, silken strands of his maroon hair falling over his face shining in the sunlight.

You could stand here forever, only watching him. Then you notice he draped all kinds of sweets, fruits and bread on the counter, fresh brewed tea steaming in the pot. When did he manage to get and do all that? Did he even get some sleep?

Suddenly he looks up, giving you a sweet smile.

"There you are, my dearie. Come here."

Standing up William offers you a hand and as you step in to take it, he lets his gaze roam over you. "My my, I have to admit, the shirt suits you." He also takes a step closer, pulling you into his arms.

Listening to his heartbeat, a sigh escapes your lips. "Oh, this feels so good..."

He hums, his hands caressing your back. "Are you feeling well, darling? Didn't I go too hard on you?" he asks, his voice faint and concerned.

"Everything is fine William. Really." You smile at his chest. "To be honest, it was the luckiest night of my life."

Sensing his heavy exhale, you continue "Don't worry, I have a well trained body, I can take a lot."

As you lift your face to meet his eyes, you can see him cocking an eyebrow, giving you a meaningful look.

"Oh, I've been fully aware since last night, my love." A smile curls at the corners of his lips.

Uh, this conversation takes an unexpected steamy turn...

But then he lifts your hand to nuzzle his cheek in it, closing his eyes. "Please forgive me for ruining your beautiful dress. I've already sent a carriage to our dear Comte, to get some of your clothes and dresses. It must be back in a while".

When did he do all that??

"When you are able to suit yourself properly, I'd like to take you out." He kisses your palm softly.

"But the rehearsal? Your play? We should be there soon. The others will be waiting for us..." You frown.

"Oh don't worry about that my muse. Yesterday morning I informed all troupers they'll have a day off today."

You are relieved. But-

Wait - what? Already yesterday morning? You look puzzled, but then ...

"Okay, you've planned the entire thing out, haven't you? How could you tell how it would end?"

Shakespeare looks down, avoiding your eyes for the first time and a faint blush appears on his cheeks.

"I couldn't. "

He inhales sharply. "For certain I wished for a 'happy ending', to say so. A day off would have been delightful in that case, being able to spend some pleasant time together. It happened to end in a way more blissful than I could ever imagine." He cleared his throat. "And for the case I was mistaken, I thought a day off would've been good for my wounded heart to recover." He swallows. "Are you mad at me now?"

Oh, William!

Your vision turns blurry with tears. Blinking them away you throw your arms around his neck. "I am so happy you made it this way, that you forced me to react. I would never be bold enough to confess my love to you, Will. I love you, my heart belongs to you."

He wraps his arms around your body, holding you tight like a lifeline and kisses your temple.

"And mine is yours" he nuzzles his cheek into your hair. "As well as my soul and my love. All of me is yours, always and evermore."

Affectionately William kisses your forehead and you lift your chin. Your lips meet in a sweet kiss and his hands start to travel over your form, abruptly stopping at your hips.

He moves with you, changing the direction and you feel the table behind you.

"May I ask you something, my dear?" He asks at your lips and you only nod in response.

"What are you exactly wearing under my shirt?"

You freeze, feeling your cheeks growing hot.

"N- nothing... there was only this shirt on the chair..." You stutter.

"Hmmm.. hmm.. " he hums in your ear, "and you didn't notice the shortened pants I left for you in the bathroom?"

You- Wait... No you can't remember you saw something like that in the bath.

His hands travel further down to your thighs "Oh what a pity, I gave my best to trim it to your height tis morning..." he murmurs at your ear as his hands grab you to lift your body with a swift move on the table, settling himself between your legs. You gasp and your heart began to race with incredible speed.

"Don't you think you'll deserve a little punishment for your ignorant manner?" he asks, mischievous and yanks his shirt you're wearing completely open.

Your blood rushes through you, skin flushed from excitement and embarrassment at the same time.

With fervent eyes Will takes his time to soak up the sight of you, before he cups your face with a greedy grasp, claiming your lips in a fiery kiss.

His tongue slides inside, exploring and teasing, and you moan into his kiss as his graceful fingers dance over your exposed curves.

You entwine your hands in his silken locks, feeling a familiar pulsing heat rising up between your thighs again.

Pushing your upper body gently down on the table, he breaks the kiss to caress your breasts with his tongue, cupping them roughly with his hands. Your breath is coming in huffs and you close your eyes with a whimper as William bucks his hips against your sex.

Then he let go of your body to take a ribbon out of his shirt pocket.

At first you think he's about to tie his hair up, but he takes your wrists instead, tying them together over your head, up to a candle holder on the wall. Your eyes grow wide and a tremor runs through your form as he watches you intensely, swallowing your reactions.

Lying bare and helpless in front of him, being at the mercy of his hands and burning eyes, let your pleasure and excitement increase into the infinite.

"My goddess, my temptress..." he whispers as his fingertips slide over your chest, "You've robbed me, of all pieces of heart and mind, sweet bandit mine."

Fingertips moving down further to your belly.

You can feel your wetness already dripping out and you're unsure if you should be this aroused, considering the glowing soreness in your core.

The fingertips reach your loins, and a thumb circles ever so slightly over your sweet nub, his gaze filled with feral desire glued to your sex. Crying out, you tear your eyes away, unable to stand his view. Never before had anyone looked at you this way, craving and starving for you.

Kneeling down Shakespeare kisses the inside of your leg up from your knee, while his hands roam up and down the outside of your thighs. His lips stop at the apex of your inner thigh for a second.

"Such a sweet and alluring scent of yours my darling" he purrs at your delicate skin, shifts a bit to give your slit a quick but firm lick up to your sensitive nub.

Moaning out loud you have to resist the urge to close your legs around him.

"All of you is mine, mine alone," he breathes at your sex, sending shivers down your spine.

His mouth and tongue travel back to the apex of your inner thigh and William burrows his fangs into your soft skin.

Yelping you buck your hips. At this vulnerable spot it is more painful at first, but the waves of the following, overwhelming pleasure washes your mind away.

You cry out his name and your love for him repetitious as he greedy draws your blood, moaning and grunting at your skin.

Mind slipping you begin to realize what it means to love him and to be loved by William Shakespeare in return, but you are more than willing to take whatever it costs.

Thank you for reading! ♡

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divinefireangel · 3 years

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Mirror Mirror

SF9 Jaeyoon x F! Reader Smutty Drabble.

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If this piece of fan fiction is offensive to any celebrity, fandom or culture please let me know so I can take it down. Also note that this is my version of a character or celeb, which will vary from person to person.

Author's Note: Let the unofficial FilthFest begin.

Copyright: Please note that this is my work and if you want to publish this on any other platform, take my permission before doing so. Taking an author's work and posting it somewhere else without any intimation is just disrespectful. I readily welcome suggestions and criticisms. That being said, Happy reading! 🤍

Warnings: 18+ and female reader (nothing specified with respect to appearance, etc of reader). Mirror sex. Mentions of choking, cream pie, drooling, clit slapping & licking of fingers. Like one or 2 lines that's all. Lmk if I need to add more. Porn without plot.

"My dear you look so intoxicating like this. " Panting into your ear, Jaeyoon can't help but stare at you in the mirror in front of you both with his dark lust blown eyes as his cock drives in and out of your heat rapidly.

One hand on your hip to stabilize you and the other pinching your nipple hard enough to time make you cry out loud. Moving his hand from your hip to your clit, he rubs your sensitive nub till you are squirming away from his hand and grinding into his cock.

" Oh fuck! " Your whine cut short by his free hand that reached your throat, pressing it hard enough to choke you into ecstasy. Cupping your jaw with the same hand he forces your face to look at him through the mirror. Moaning you open your mouth, silently panting.

Smirking he raises his fingers to your lush lips, outlining them as he speaks. "Look at me baby. Look into my eyes. Look at my hand disappearing into your wet smooth folds. Look at my body rocking so deliciously into you. Look at me, and suck. "

Obeying his order, your lick his index and middle fingers with your tongue, wetting them enough so that they slide in and out of your mouth with just as much ease as Jaeyoon's dick is driving into your pussy. Moaning from your throat as your eyes lock in the mirror, he smirks as his hand slaps your clit till you're whimpering around his fingers, your saliva droolling down your chin.

As amazing as his view is, it's nothing compared to yours. His skin glowing under the light of the room and spotlight above the mirror, highlighting his cheekbones, moist kissable lips, the veins on his neck as he strains not to make too much noise, glistening collarbone and the outline of the top of his abs, biceps prominent as he thrusts into your mouth and works your clit so you can cum on his cock. And his eyes. Oh god those eyes. Those loving eyes that are now so blown out they seem almost devilish with a craze to make you and him reach the brink of an orgasm.

And just like clockwork, you both lean forward toward the mirror as you chant each other's name repeatedly, your juices flowing out around his dick as he cums in you, stilling as he empties himself inside your pussy, filling you to the brim knowing that when he takes out his cock, his cum will most definitely flow down your thighs and also knowing that he will lick another orgasm out of you in a few minutes.

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 3 years

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Their Doll 7

Helping Hand

B.Barnes x Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis: y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: Bucky helps y/n in more ways than one

Warnings: talk about sex kinda

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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Training with the soldier wasn't all bad, really. I mean sure, being knocked on my ass every five minutes when we sparred was hell, but there were other aspects too. HYDRA basically made the soldier train me into being their own personal assassin.

Today, it was knife-throwing. One of the few skill I already had - after all, being left in boredom for a whole year led me to experiment and find something new. I was self taught, not very good, but I knew the basics.

I walked up to the target carefully, eyes wide at I watch the soldier throw a knife that pierced through the handle of a blade that was already embedded in the bullseye. I shook off the shock, focusing on my own target as I walked up to it. Lifting a knife out of the belt I wore, I angled it at the target - keeping my wrist slightly loose - and threw. Fuck. Landed in the third ring out from the bullseye.

Again. I threw, wrist loose, and a similar outcome. As I lined up for a third throw, I felt a hand on my right shoulder, stopping me. I looked up, eyes piercing into the soldier's as his averted from me, to the blade in my hand, to the target.

My breathing became heavy, laboured, as he made his way around me, the soldier positioning himself behind me. His hands ran down my arms, resting either side of my wait - one radiating heat, the other cold and making my flinch slightly when it came into contact with the exposed skin from where my shirt had ridden up slightly. He used this grip to correct my stance, remaining behind me and grabbing my wrists to move them into the right position. His hot breath on the back of my neck was making me unfocused, intoxicated.

"Loosen your wrist." He said lowly, "more. It's all about the flick of your wrist." He explained, waiting for me to be ready. "Good. Now, release on your exhale." He breathed.

I took a deep breath in, letting the small blade loose on my exhale, eyes trained to the flash of silver as it flew through the air. Just to the left of the bullseye.

"Good. Try again." So I did, landing a fraction closer to the black dot in the centre of the target. "Good girl." The soldier remarked, the praise sending an odd tingle through me. I could practically hear his smile as he spoke, but before I could respond, his warmth from my body was gone - the soldier back at his own target one again.

...

I stood in the shower room, back bare and bloody still after I had managed to stagger from the whipping room. I stood with my back to the mirror as I looked over my shoulder, wincing every time the small towel touched any of the wounds.

Today's punishment had been unusually brutal, with the whip cracking down on my back in the same two places for every lashing. As a result, two long gashes spanned widthways diagonally across my upper and lower back, oozing crimson tauntingly as tear stained my already reddened cheeks.

I huffed out a frustrated sigh, turning back around to wash the blood from my once-white towel. Steam clouded the edges of the mirror and I could hear a steady stream of water coming from behind one of the curtains, meaning the the Soldier was probably washing after our training session.

In my efforts to get my towel as close to it's original colour, I was completely oblivious when the stream of water cut out and the stained-white curtain ripped back - the rings making a horrible noise against the metal rail. My eyes slowly drifted up to my own reflection staring back at myself, a grimace forming on my face at the sight.

Harsh, purple and green bruises decorated my right jaw, a small cut split across my left cheekbone and a now-drying cluster of blood was dripping down my forehead and tangling with my sweat-crusted hair. I tentatively reached up with one hand, running my fingers so lightly over the bruise on my cheek you'd barely know I'd touched it if I hadn't been for the whimper that escaped my lips.

A movement in my peripheral vision caught my attention, my eyes drifting to the side to see the soldier looking intently at my back in the mirror. I swallowed deeply, dropping the water-clad towel into the sink without looking away from the soldier. I suddenly felt hit, with his eyes burning into me, and tried to make a move to leave. But his hands on my waist stopped me, kept me in place.

"This is how they're punishing you?" The soldiers husked deeply beside my ear, and I nodded meekly. What he did next I didn't expect in a thousand lifetimes, but the soldier reached around me and pulled open the cupboard beside my head before pulling out a role of bandages.

We stood in silence as he dressed my wounds, my eyes never leaving the mirror as I gazed at his focus expression. He looked different to how he did when he fought, calmer, tranquil even. He didn't look like a killing machine, like a lackey of HYDRA, no. He looked more like a vulnerable boy who had been forced into something he didn't want, but with no choice other than to do as he'd been told. Neither of us said a word every time I flinched or let out little yelps and winces of pain, his eyes only drifted to mine in the steamed mirror and only left when I'd give him a small nod, a signal to continue.

When he'd finished he stepped away, using a soft grip on my hips to turn me around. He gave me a small smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. I returned it, but gasped sharply as he lifted my up and placed me atop the counter beside the sink. He picked up the sodden towel and run it out until it only remained damp and carefully lifted it to my forehead, cautiously and gently rubbing the wound there clean, until only a small cut on my hair line remained.

As his attention shifted to the cut on my cheekbone, I couldn't help but let my eyes wander down his toned torso, over his abs and to his v-line which disappeared beneath the towel he had wrapped around his waist. When my eyes trailed up again, the couldn't help but observe the mess of scars at the base of his metal arm - where it was connected to his shoulder.

"I know it isn't pretty, but at least I have an arm." The soldier remarked, dropping the little towel in his hand back into the sink and looking into my eyes. I quickly averted my gaze from his body, cheeks flushed with the embarrassment of getting caught. He smirked slightly, using one of his fingers to tip my chin upwards so I had no choice but to look in his eyes.

It wasn't a rough, power-asserting position like it was intended to be when the general did it. No, it was soft, endearing and I couldn't get enough of him. The soldier used his metal hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, a shiver finding my when the cold metal came into contact with my skin.

"Thank you." I murmured, eyes flirting between his own and his lips. The soldier's were seemingly doing the same. My overwhelming urge to kiss him was quelled when his lips came into contact with mine, dominating but not hard. His lips were plump, yet chapped - I mean how could you expect any less, it's not like the Winter Soldier was going to think about putting some lip balm on. I sat there, dumbfounded, unmoving. My eyes clenched shut at my hands brushed lightly up his arms before settling on his shoulders.

He pulled away all to soon. His smile seemed more genuine, touching his eyes slightly as his lips curled upwards. I was sure I was grinning like an idiot, but I couldn't find it in myself to care as my eyes because mesmerised with his own, now blown wider with lust so only a small ring of cerulean blue rimmed his pupils. That was not the only evidence of his arousal though, as I could feel the other give away poking at my thigh. The towel around his waist did nothing to hide it, and my eyes widened slightly when I registered how big it must be.

Sensing this, the soldier's smirk grew, and he leant in slowly to capture my lips in one last, gentle kiss, before he was retreating from the room. The sound of the metal door swinging shut made me snap out of my hazy daydream trance and come back to reality, the pain throbbing from my back now in full focus as I hopped down from the counter with a groan.

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cavalierious-whim · 3 years

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It's been five years since they last saw each other, and Felix is back in Sylvain's arms.

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Their first kiss is an aggressive thing, full of teeth. Felix nips at Sylvain’s mouth, biting at him to stake his claim, not that he needs to. Felix has held Sylvain’s heart in his hands since he was wearing diapers. Since they started fighting with wooden swords. Since Glenn died and all they had was each other.

Even when they didn’t.

Sylvain can barely believe that this is happening, that Felix is right here, alive and well at his fingertips. “Wait,” he says breathlessly. He pulls away to press their foreheads together instead, eyes slipping closed as he just relishes the closeness of Felix.

Five years, since Garreg Mach fell. The Blue Lions scattered. Sylvain went back to the only place where he meant anything-- the bitter and cold home that he hates. Felix did what he always does, which was whatever the fuck he wanted. He and Sylvain shared letters for a brief time, but then they stopped coming.

Sylvain wasn’t surprised. Expected it. Felix is a lone wolf; an angry change that was tattooed into his bones in the wake of Glenn’s death. Thinks he’s better off alone because he’s only a bother to everyone else. Honestly, the letters that Sylvain has tucked away in the bottom right drawer of his desk were more than he ever expected.

He didn’t think they’d see each other again, old promises be damned.

“You’re here,” says Sylvain quietly. His lips tremble against the skin of Felix’s forehead. “Goddess, Felix, you actually came back.”

Felix grips Sylvain by the jaw, thumbing over his cheekbones, a reminder that he’s solid and that he’s real. “Idiot,” he says with a scoff as he holds him there. Felix’s typical brand of affection. Sylvain wants to cry at the insult. Even though they’re older, they aren’t much different. Years have passed and Felix is still Felix.

And Sylvain’s still Sylvain, relishing in something as simple as a crumb of notice from Felix. He reaches out and grabs a loose lock of Felix’s hair. “Who cut this?” he asks. “A butcher?”

“Myself,” says Felix with a huff.

Sylvain wonders if he did it with his sword.“It’s terrible.”

“It’s enough.” Felix pauses, reaching up to smooth a hand through Sylvain’s hair, his fingers tugging at auburn curls. “And what about you? You look like an overgrown dog.”

Sylvain laughs. Presses a kiss to the side of Felix’s temple. Plays with his hair more. Felix lets him take his time, nails scratching against Sylvain’s scalp. Sylvain likes when he’s soft like this. Caring, almost.

It won’t last long because Felix is also impatient. And sure enough, he tugs at Sylvain’s shirt shortly after, pulling it from his trousers.

Their second kiss is slower and sweeter, languid in its touch. The kind of kiss that leads to swooning and tingles in the limbs. Felix pulls Sylvain’s face down to his and tips it at an angle, sliding his tongue in.

Sylvain moans into his mouth, losing his breath. Nearly loses his footing because he can barely stand straight. Nearly loses his mind because he’s so consumed with his want for Felix.

And Felix knows. He isn’t stupid. He pulls back with a smirk, licking at his lips as he watches Sylvain. “Haven’t changed, have you?” he asks him.

“Not much,” says Sylvain. “Only a little taller. Definitely not wiser.”

“Clearly, as I’m not in your bed yet. We’re still standing out here by the fire. Still fully clothed. I’m still in my boots. ”

Sylvain can hear the lighthearted accusation in the tone. Were they younger, Felix would already be stark naked and writhing in his sheets. Sylvain would already be fucking him on his fingers, quickly and efficiently with a clear goal in sight.

Not now, thinks Sylvain, reaching out to run his thumb over Felix’s spit-slick lips. “Slower,” he says to Felix, murmuring the soft word near the juncture of his neck and ear before he presses a kiss there.

“You’re supposed to be the insatiable one,” says Felix.

“Oh, I am,” says Sylvain. “Utterly ravenous, as always when it comes to you, which is why I want to take my time. Pick you apart slowly. Remembering exactly how this feels.”

“Like you’ve forgotten,” says Felix, a little breathless. Not unaffected by his words, judging by his pink cheeks and the way that he watches Sylvain.

Sylvain smiles at Felix before leaning close again to suck a mark into his neck. “Never,” says Sylvain, tracing the touch with his tongue, nibbling at the soft skin just under Felix’s ear. “Couldn’t possibly. Felix, you haunt even the most mundane of my dreams.”

“Have you had a lot of those?”

Sylvain pulls back, flashing him a dangerous grin. “Hundreds, I’m sure,” he says. “Once a day, once a night, the hours in between--”

“Far too much,” says Felix, tutting slightly. “Can’t be healthy.”

Sylvain’s hands find Felix’s waist, finally pulling him closer, finally pressing their hips together. It isn’t much friction, but it’s enough to tease. Enough to feel Felix’s cock, half-hard in his trousers.

“You always take too long.” Felix’s tone is biting, but not unkind.

“Then do something about it,” says Sylvain, his thumbs skimming over the coarse fabric of Felix’s jacket.

Felix does. Slips his hand into the loosened collar of Sylvain’s shirt, fingers sliding over his collarbone. “Insufferable,” he says as he smooths his hand down Sylvain’s front. “How handsome you still are.”

Sylvain raises an eyebrow. “Did you think I wouldn’t be?” Felix doesn’t answer, only rolls his eyes instead. “Come on,” continues Sylvain, “You missed me.”

Instead of giving Sylvain the satisfaction of an agreement, Felix’s fingers find the opening of Sylvain’s trousers and tugs them open. Slips them off easily, leaving Sylvain in nothing but his underthings and shirt. Then Felix cups his cock, palming him gently over the cotton, staring at it hungrily.

“I missed this,” he finally says. “Nothing else can quite compare.”

Sylvain’s breath hitches, but he manages to reach out and tug on a lock of Felix’s hair. “Don’t talk about other men.” Because really, how rude. Sylvain hasn’t slept with anyone else in the five years they’ve been separated. Didn’t even dream of it. His only intimate acquaintance has been his hand, and not even frequently at that.

War takes a toll on even the horniest of people.

He expects Felix to have some sort of snippy comeback. Felix doesn’t. Just looks at Sylvain severely and then says, very quietly, “There haven’t been others.”

Sylvain’s mouth snaps shut. His throat goes dry. His cock hardens fully in Felix’s hold.

It’s a matter of moments before Felix leads him from the room and they find the bed. Everything’s slower now, the tone having shifted. They’re still desperate, each burning to feel the touch of the other, but Felix’s soft confession has turned everything upside down.

Sylvain hoped, of course. Prayed that their prewar tryst had been something of value, something more than just quick fucks to break the monotony. They’d never really talked about it. Then the war came and the Blue Lions scattered, and Felix was off in the wind.

It’s as good a confirmation as Sylvain’ll ever get. And he knows it isn’t a lie; if Felix had fucked around, he’d definitely throw it back in his face as a tease.

Felix removes his jacket and then presses Sylvain into the bed, hovering over him. Rucks up Sylvain’s shirt and drags his fingers through the hills and valleys of Sylvain’s abs. Felix’s eyes are slightly dazed, lips swollen and pink from their earlier kisses, hair mussed.

“Beautiful,” says Sylvain, watching him back.

Usually, Felix would scoff at such a thing, but this time, his expression turns soft. His tongue dips out to lick at his lips, and Sylvain’s throat goes dry. He’s painfully hard in his smalls. Felix is too, he can see the tented outline of his cock against the seam of his trousers.

Sylvain grabs him by the hips and guides their crotches together, seeking out any friction that he can get. It’s something at least, the electric-hot tingles of pleasure that press along his spine. Felix moans, hips moving against Sylvain's, fingers reaching down to press against his collar again.

Felix’s fingernails are sharp against Sylvain’s skin as they scratch through his chest hair. The hard line of Felix’s cock is blissful against his own. But it isn’t enough, it’s never enough he feels. Wasn’t before the war, still isn’t now. Sylvain could drown in the well of affection that Felix gives him, and he’d still want more.

“You know that I love you, right?” asks Sylvain quietly. His words are barely a whisper. It’s enough for Felix to pause above him, highly alert. Sylvain’s never said such a thing to anyone, let alone Felix, but it’s too late to take the words back now.

Then, Felix leans over, grasping Sylvain’s face between his hands, thumbing over the high arcs of his cheekbones. Their lips are so close, just barely breaths away.

“You have to,” says Sylvain, a hint of nervousness in his voice, worried that he’s crossed the line they both carefully toe. “Surely you do.”

Felix kisses him like he’s never kissed him before; full of want and need, searching with its cresting passion. He licks across Sylvain’s lips, asking for him to open up. Sylvain does and Felix all but devours him, moaning against his mouth, trying to make up for all the time they’ve lost.

Sylvain scrambles against him, reaching up to change the angle of their kiss. His thumb sneaks across Felix’s pulse at his neck, feeling its steady beat, the thud thud of it against his fingertips. “Goddess, I love you so much,” he whispers, the words tattooed against Felix’s lips.

Felix swallows thickly. Hovers over Sylvain stock still. Then he says, “You talk too much.” But his tone is fond and lacks any annoyance, and Sylvain chuckles lightly before pulling him back down.

One of Sylvain’s hands moves to grab Felix’s ass, pulling him forward again. Sylvain’s impatient. Wants to get his hands in Felix’s pants, wants to feel his plush ass as they grind their cocks together.

Felix is impatient too, grunting as he shifts his weight. Sylvain whines when he leans back. Stops when Felix pulls off his shirt. Sylvain loses his breath as his hands skim Felix’s waist and hips. He fingers over scars, some faded with age, others pink and new.

One still stitched up and terribly so.

“Don’t mind it,” says Felix, watching Sylvain’s gaze pause on it. “It barely hurts. Nearly healed.”

“Felix--”

“It’s not important.” Felix’s hands are on Sylvain again as he settles over him properly, straddling Sylvain’s crotch. Felix’s fingers smooth over Sylvain’s front, tugging at the material of his shirt. “You aren’t naked enough.”

“Felix,” Sylvain tries again, but Felix ignores him, yanking at his shirt, trying to pull it over his head. Sylvain grabs him by the wrists and looks at him. And then, Felix finally meets Sylvain’s face, his cheeks tinged pink and breathless.

Felix isn’t good with words, but he’s good with actions. Everything that he does is carefully placed. Like right now, with the way that he caresses Sylvain like he’s a precious treasure. Sylvain knows, doesn’t need to be told.

“I don’t expect you to say it back,” says Sylvain finally, pulling Felix’s knuckles to his mouth for a kiss. “But it needed to be said.”

“Dimwit,” says Felix, but he doesn’t expound upon the thought. “Absolute dolt. You-- You’re different . I don’t just ask anyone--”

“Felix, I know.” Sylvain laughs against Felix’s fingers, kissing them again. Then he lifts from the bed to pull off his shirt. Felix’s hands are on him the moment he’s settled back against the mattress.

He’s looking at Sylvain again with that serious expression, his lip tucked between his teeth. Felix’s fingers trace the scars that he’s gained over the last half-decade.

“What are you thinking?” asks Sylvain.

“I could have prevented these,” says Felix, “Had I been there. Instead, I left.”

“No doubt doing valiant things, I’m sure.”

Felix’s expression is pinched. “I ran away.”

“Everyone wanted to run away from the war.”

“Not from the war,” says Felix so quietly that Sylvain barely hears it. The from you is heavily implied.

Sylvain reaches up and smooths his hand over Felix’s hair. Pulls out the tie that holds it in place and when the strands are free, he combs through them. It’s a soft touch that’s different from the fervent need they’d just had, but Felix sinks into it, his eyes closing as he sighs.

“We’re together now,” says Sylvain. “You’ve come back to me.” Felix’s fingers are rough and calloused, but the skin of his side is soft to the touch. Sylvain’s hand slides along the smooth expanse of it.

“You still aren’t naked enough,” says Felix, his tone a smidge irate now, looking down at Sylvain’s underthings like they offend him.

“More naked than you,” says Sylvain. His hand finds Felix’s cock, fondling him over the rough material of his trousers. Felix huffs as he reaches down to undo them. Does his best to kick them off as quickly as possible.

His smalls go as well, and Sylvain follows suit, shimmying out of the last of his clothes. The socks stay on. Felix sneers slightly but doesn’t say anything because his need for Sylvain transcends his hobby of teasing him.

Sylvain stares again, eyes raking over Felix’s form. Felix has always been lithe and supple. Smaller than most, but no less powerful. But now he’s something else; all defined thighs with a well-formed ass. Harshly-cut hips and just this side of scrawny because he hasn’t eaten well.

None of them have, not really.

To Sylvain though, he’s more handsome than ever. Gruff with a hint of stubble because it’s late in the day and Felix has been on the road. And now this.

Felix climbs back over him, their legs slotting together like it was meant to be. Like they’ve never been separated. Sylvain finally touches him, curling his fingers around Felix’s warm length.

“Shit,” murmurs Felix, already arching against the touch, seeking out more.

Felix’s cock is heavy in Sylvain’s hand, hard and throbbing. He traces the vein along the underside with his thumb, then palms the crown of Felix’s cock with a simple twist. And Felix reacts the way he expects, hushed murmurs as he bites at his lip; quiet expletives as his fingers dig into the meat of Sylvain’s thigh.

Nothing’s changed.

“Oil,” says Felix, leaning over to root around in Sylvain’s bedside table.

“Not yet,” says Sylvain, enjoying his slow exploration way too much. Counting Felix’s new scars. Mapping out the way that his muscles now bend and curve. “Let’s take our time.”

“This won’t last long if you keep at it,” says Felix, his voice a little breathless and his face screwed shut tight. He claws at Sylvain’s thigh again.

“Oh,” says Sylvain in quiet marvel. “Already there, huh?”

“Shut up,” says Felix tersely.

Sylvain sits up and Felix moans as their cocks slide together. Felix’s dick is leaking precome, making a sticky mess, and Sylvain wishes he could lick it right up. Felix wants other things, though, and he’s willing to compromise. He finds a bottle of oil in the bed, underneath a spare pillow.

“Really? In the bed?”

“Where’d you think?” ask Sylvain. Felix leans closer, framing Sylvain’s head with his elbows. His hair falls around them in a curtain as he offers Sylvain a soft little smile, the barest crack in his ornery facade. “Sometimes spit just isn’t enough, you know. Sometimes, on my loneliest nights, I have to slick everything up and pretend that my hand is you.”

Felix’s breath catches and his eyes turn half-lidded and hazy with want. “Only me,” he says.

“Always,” says Sylvain, enraptured by the sight, everything that he feels pooling deep in his gut. He’s quick to uncork the bottle and slather his fingers in oil. He’s quicker to reach around Felix’s ass, fingers slipping between his crack.

Sylvain’s cock is hard against Felix’s thigh, leaking pathetically as his finger circles around Felix’s hole, just barely pressing against it.

“Sylvain,” murmurs Felix, pressing his face into Sylvain’s neck, nosing at the soft skin there.

“Five years,” says Sylvain as he slips the finger in, slowly but surely. “Since anyone else has taken care of you.” Felix moans against him, his breath heavy near Sylvain’s ear. He sucks a mark into the skin just under it.

Sylvain knows Felix will get annoyed if he takes too long, so he sets to work, pressing in to the knuckle. He works quickly, his touch simple and practiced. Then, Sylvain presses in a second, widening the stretch, pulling at Felix’s rim slightly when he spreads his fingers.

“Fuck,” says Felix, the words tucked against Sylvain’s jaw. His breath is hot, coming up in stilted puffs up as Felix slowly loses his carefully held control. He presses back against Sylvain’s fingers as he leans forward to latch against his skin once more.

And Sylvain wants to be marked up, wants everyone to see just who he belongs to, and he groans at the thought. He tells him so, soft words murmured into Felix’s ear as his fingers stretch him with an expert touch.

“Surely you did this to yourself,” murmurs Sylvain, his voice low and husky with lust. “Alone in your tent, or maybe underneath the stars. Crying out as you thought of me.”

Felix doesn’t need to say it, Sylvain knows he’s hit the mark when his ass clamps down on his fingers. Then Felix cries out as a third finger’s slipped in, alongside the others. He pulls back, sitting up straight, pressing right down on Sylvain’s hand.

Fucks himself against Sylvain’s fingers the best that he can. Felix is flushed down to his breastbone, his chest shaking with every stuttered breath.

“Look at you,” says Sylvain, scissoring into him with a little more force, pressing around to try and find Felix’s prostate.

He does, of course. Masterfully so. Felix cries out and grinds against Sylvain’s hand. When he reaches for his cock, Sylvain grabs his wrist. “No, not yet,” he says.

Felix snarls in response.

“I want you to come,” says Sylvain, “But only around my cock. It’s been too long, Felix, don’t deny me that.”

“You’re taking too long, you annoying fuck,” says Felix in return, pulling off of Sylvain’s fingers. He’s slightly agitated as he grabs the bottle of oil. “Too busy talking than to getting to the part that we both really want.”

He pours the oil into his palm then grabs Sylvain’s cock. Sylvain hisses in surprise as Felix slicks him up, squeezing him tightly. Tugs at Sylvain’s length, thumbing over the slit. Sylvain keens at the touch.

“But, if you must know,” says Felix, just a little bit softer this time, his abrasive tone melting ever so slightly. He lets go of Sylvain’s cock and rearranges himself, hovering over it. Presses Sylvain’s dick against his ready hole. “Yes, I fucked myself on my fingers, and no, it wasn’t ever good enough. Not when you were all I ever thought about, and of course, this.”

Felix eases down onto Sylvain’s cock, and Sylvain’s pretty sure he’s going to die. It’s tight-- almost too tight-- and hot. Sylvain’s dick is going to burn alive, he thinks, his hand scrabbling against Felix’s hips.

“Felix--”

“ Sylvain,” moans Felix, his head tipping back as his eyes slipped closed. He bites at his lip as he slides down and down. Then Sylvain bottoms out, Felix’s ass flush with Sylvain’s hips. Sylvain’s fingernails bite deeply into Felix’s skin.

“Goddess,” says Sylvain, the words feeling like they’ve been punched from his gut.

Felix doesn’t move. Not immediately. He grinds his ass down as he watches Sylvain, but remains frustratingly still aside from that. His hands roam across Sylvain’s chest, fingers circling his nipples. Scratching through his chest hair. Smoothing over his collarbone.

“Missed this,” says Felix softly. Vulnerably, his expression soft in such a rare form.

He doesn’t mean the sex, Felix means everything else; everything that lies between them, those feelings that were so carefully tucked away. The tender expression that’s taken root on Felix’s face, Sylvain can come from just the sight of that alone, he thinks. The sound of Felix losing himself to his feelings, a momentary lapse in his carefully honed demeanor.

Sylvain reaches up to tuck a loose strand of Felix’s hair behind his ear. His thumb slides down Felix’s cheek and then across his lips. Felix nips at it, biting down softly, his tongue circling the pad of Sylvain’s thumb, and the delicate moment dissolves into something more sultry.

Felix raises his hips and slides back down, and Sylvain lets out a choked noise that most would be embarrassed about. But Felix smiles at him, a cruel little smirk as he anchors a hand against Sylvain’s chest to brace himself, and all Sylvain wants to do is make the sound again and again.

Sylvain grabs him by the ass. Helps Felix along as he rises up and down, riding him. Felix’s thighs tremble over and around Sylvain, strained as he moves. His cock is fully hard, dribbling precome, bobbing up and down with every movement.

It’s a haunting thing, really. Entirely enchanting. Sylvain could watch him for hours, days, even weeks like this. Settled over him, Felix’s ass slicked and stretched around his cock. Tight and warm as he pulls in Sylvain like he belongs there.

He isn’t going to last long, and neither is Felix; it’s been too long for the both of them, and now it’s been saddled with feelings that spur them on. Sylvain’s desperate to lose himself entirely in the heat and depth of Felix.

Sylvain plants his feet on the mattress and the angle changes. Felix lets out a harsh and biting curse, shooting Sylvain a dirty glance, entirely debauched, his face ruddy with wanton abandon. Sylvain loves this, loves everything about him.

Even the dumb way that Felix had been so afraid to commit, leading him to fucking off.

Felix watches Sylvain from above as he moves. Meets every one of Sylvain’s thrusts with the perfect angle. “Sylvain,” says Felix, his tongue tripping over his name, his voice pitching higher and higher with every breath and moan.

“You’ll stay,” says Sylvain, reaching out to grasp at Felix’s cock. The moment that his fingers curl around the head, Felix’s ass tightens around Sylvain, holding him in a vice grip. It wasn’t a question. “Felix, you’ll--”

“Yes, you imbecile,” cuts in Felix, reaching out to grasp at Sylvain’s free hand. He sounds harsh and biting, but threads their fingers together as he pulls Sylvain’s hand close to his heart and holds it there. Felix rides Sylvain faster, the rising and falling of his hips starting to lose their steady rhythm. Every downstroke has weight behind it as Felix grinds onto Sylvain’s cock like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. “As if it weren’t obvious-- Fuck.”

Felix comes first, Sylvain’s cock pressed into him as deep as it can go. Sylvain strokes Felix’s cock fast and hard, milking him for all he has. Felix comes all over his hand, whining at the oversensitive touch, but still craving more.

Sylvain gives it to him; he ruts into Felix with hard, punctuated movements. Tips over the edge almost immediately, coming deep into Felix’s ass. Sylvain can’t even think straight or form words. Knows nothing aside from the sight of Felix over him, shuddering as he rides out the last of his orgasm.

It takes a long time to come down from it all. Felix winces slightly as he pulls off, Sylvain’s softened cock slipping from his ass with a wet sound. They’re too tired to get up and clean properly, so Sylvain wipes them down with his discarded shirt.

Felix is quiet in the aftermath. He always was before, so it’s no surprise. But then he shuffles closer, waiting. Sylvain looks at him then holds his arm out wide and inviting. When Felix presses into his side, it’s like Sylvain knows that he belongs there. That they were meant to be.

Sylvain turns his head, pressing a kiss to Felix’s sweaty forehead. Combs his fingers through his damp and tangled hair.

“I love you,” says Felix quietly into the night calm. Sylvain’s caresses pause. Then Felix snorts, a soft little thing. “But you knew that.”

“Yeah,” says Sylvain, swallowing around the lump in his throat.

“It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be with you.” Felix sounds tired and sleepy. Dips slightly against Sylvain as he mumbles on. “Didn’t want to ruin it all. I’d only fuck it up.”

Sylvain traces soft circles against the back of Felix’s neck. “Yeah, well, same,” he says with a soft chuckle.

“We’re a mess,” mumbles Felix.

“Yeah.”

“There’s a war. It’s a terrible time to be in love.”

Sylvain thinks it’s probably the best time to be in love. War is a terrible thing full of death and decay. The idea that there might be someone waiting for him at the end of it all makes the journey worth it. So he tells him that. Brands his love right into Felix’s skin, kissing him softly as he whispers.

Felix murmurs something nonsensical which makes Sylvain chuckle, then his breathing evens out as he falls asleep.

They never stayed over before, never slept in each other’s arms. Felix is nestled into his side, and Sylvain marvels at how natural it feels. Felix’s face pressed against his chest, arm draped over Sylvain’s waist like an anchor.

There will be talk, of course. They’ll never hear the end of it from the others. Byleth will harp about unneeded distractions during the war , Ingrid will likely shoot them mean and obscene gestures, and Sylvain can’t begin to fathom how Dimitri will react.

But he doesn’t care. Felix won’t either. This is all Sylvain ever wanted and he refuses to let it go now.

Felix murmurs again, a soft little sigh and a string of sounds. Sylvain smiles as he brushes back his bangs and just watches. Felix has never looked so calm and peaceful, the permanent line is his brow softened.

Tomorrow’s another day. At least this time, there’s a reason to keep on living.

#sylvix #sylvain/felix #felix/sylvain #felix x sylvain #fire emblem fanfiction

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leponceau · 4 years

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My first Julian x Apprentice smut and fluff!

Or any smut and fluff for that matter! Please be gentle with me I'm really a wee little babe in arms when it comes to fanfic.

(it's a oneshot)

(which is how i imagine julian to be like)

(like you know he does a one shot and boom you're pregnant)

(ok I'll just shut up and write)

(just wanna thank @4biddenleeches for the inspiration! and @arcana-choices for sharing the scenes!)

(how do I do those after the cut things!)

(please give me feedback, bad or good - it's the only way i can improve!)

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Setting: at Mazelinka's home

Kind of in line with what happened but deviates a bit?

Sorry I'm a total noob

Is it right to say lemon?

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I can't believe I kissed him when all I was supposed to do was to feed him soup.

But his lips were glowing rose red against his pale creamy skin... and oh how the colour leapt to his cheeks when our lips met.. oh, if only Mazelinka hadn't come in...

When she asked me if I wanted to sleep with him or in the cubby hole, what was I supposed to say?

And so I meekly settled for the cubby hole.

Ilya. Even the Cyrillic syllables taste like honey on my lips. But it feels like I've known him forever. Two things in life don’t lie - love and magic. I guess this is what love at first sight feels like - the invisible thread tying us together. I can see it, but can he? I can see ourselves together, warming our toes by the hearth while tangled up in sheets, kissing each other by the lamplight, but does he?

I can't breathe, with the thought of him mere inches away from me. We're separated by that moth-eaten curtain that shows more than it’s supposed to hide. Like my face, I think wryly.

I can still hear him moving around the room, flitting like a bird in a cage. A clink, and his boot drops on the floor. And then the other boot. A rustle of his overcoat, a stretch of leather - it's almost too much to bear. I close my eyes, listening, imagining my hands on his hips, his thighs, my lips on his mouth, moving downwards -

Just peep. He won't know anyway. Go on, you may never get this chance again. It's just a look. Nothing's going to happen, right?

I silently draw back the folds of the curtain, my flushed face peeping. In the dim light, I catch a glimpse of his auburn hair and his eyepatch strapped across his tousled head. He lifts the eyepatch off and lets it fall to the floor. I've seen his red sclera while his eyepatch shifted we were running from the guards. The magic within me senses some wound buried deep in his memory. I want to reach out, comfort him, hold him...

My rumination is broken when I see him reach over his shoulders and toss his chemise on the bed. He's in his breeches now, barefoot. He shifts, bending slightly. Despite myself, I lean forward, eager for more when I -

"Enjoying the view, my dear?"

I startle, crashing through the curtain, thrown off by the timbre of his voice.

I land at his feet, just as he turns. My gaze slowly travels upwards. His feet, large and solidly planted against the floor. His calves, sinewy. His thighs, slender yet revealing just a hint of the strength that lies underneath. I force my gaze away. Up and up towards his ivory abs and chest, broad, speckled with ginger. His neck - sinuous, long, with the mark I've seen glow before. My gaze finally stops at his face, framed by his chiselled jaw, and his high cheekbones. Cheekbones I wished just minutes ago I could plant kisses along. His lips, sensuous against his pale face. I gaze into his eyes, one reddened like a poppy, the other calm, with glass grey eyes like a sheet of rain. His auburn hair, ablaze by the flickering candlelight.

Please don't smirk please don't smirk please don't -

He smirked. The damned plague doctor smirked.

How did he know I was peeping? As if he read my mind, he peered at me and grinned.

"There's a mirror. I could see your feet."

Damn. Asra always said I was clever, but I forgot real world physics.

Oh, he thinks he's so smart? I’m emboldened. I stand up, dust my clothes off and stride towards him. His eyes widen.

“I’m sorry, it was a joke, please don’t hur-”

Ears burning, blood rushing to my face. I won’t be so foolish when I’ve been given a second chance by the gods. The thread that I can see tying my heart to him glows. I stop, inches before his face. He swallows, his Adam apple visibly vibrating, intrigue written all over his face.

And then I reach up and kiss him. I close my eyes, and kiss him again, and again, and again. Biting his lips, tasting his essence, his very being, nuzzling my face in his chest, the scent of my desire intertwining with his musky sweat. He stands still. Is he going to push me away? Does he like this? Was I too presumptuous?

There's only one way to find out.

I touch him. He shudders, like a spring rattling with energy, waiting to be uncoiled. I touch his face, his cheek, his shoulders, his chest. I touch him like I’ve been starved of the sense of touch for my entire life and am just learning how it feels like to touch someone. I brush my hands down his back, down his chest, curling my fingers and threading it through the silky ginger hairs on his chest. I caress his nipples - Ilya sighs and closes his eyes, and moves his arms to encircle me.

“Drop them.”

Ilya starts, his eyes flying open. He can hear the raspiness in my voice, but he’s confused.

“I- I thought that...”

All my life, I’ve always been meek. Subservient. Even Asra made decisions for me - unconfident of myself and my abilities. But in Ilya, I somehow find the strength to dominate him, to take the lead. I grin at him.

“I didn’t say you could move. You only move when I tell you to, do what I tell you to.”

Ilya blushes. Somehow I think he’s enjoying this. Who would have thought that this suave, polished doctor would go to pieces being led?

“Oh, you can hold me any way you want. Just hold me, make use of me, I don’t mind. Just tell me what to do, say the word and I’ll do it.”

Ilya smiles, a slow, lazy smile of contentment creeping up his face. I move my hands to his breeches and thumb the waist line. He makes a strangled sound.

“I didn’t tell you to move, did I? Looks like you’ll have to be punished.”

He closes his eyes and stays still. I can see it’s taking every bit of his self-control not to hold me, to keep his hands clenched by his side, willing it to stay down. This should be fun.

I brush my fingertips over the bulge between his loins. He involuntarily starts but remembers my command and stays still with great effort. I rub my palm over his thighs, skip my hand lightly over his inner thighs and then move my focus back to his loins.

With a swift motion, I push him back to the bed. His legs stick out, his bottom on the bed, looking at me with hooded eyes and a blush staining his cheeks. I drop to my knees, face to his loins. I reach down his pants and free his sex. It’s certainly happy to see me - stiff, red and long, glistening in the candlelight. He groans.

I’ve never done this before, but I instinctively move my hands around his sex and kiss the tip. He throws his head back, and recalls himself.

“I promise I won’t make a sound - hng - just - hahh - kiss me and touch me any way you like. I promise, I’ll be good.”

My hands move faster and faster, fingers forming a ring around his sex and stroking it, varying my speed. It’s taking all he’s got not to thrash around. His auburn curls peeping out from his breeches wink at me in the pale moonlight.

“Hngg- ah- I- ung”

He’s choking his sounds down, so I move towards his sex and nestle my face in those auburn curls. He immediately groans, unable to take it. I up the ante by sticking my tongue out, tasting the sweet liquid oozing out of his sex. He looks so tortured, poor boy. His face flushes red, and he grips the sheets of the bed in agony.

His sex is erect, fine, long. I have never been with a man before, but I know that tonight, come what may, I want to be Ilya's.

All of a sudden, I know what to do. I stand up and whip off my clothes. Divested of my outer layers, standing in my undergarments, my chest rubbing into his face, he leans forward, taking in my scent of arousal. At this point, I groan and ask him to touch my nipples. He pushes my chemise to the side and takes my breasts reverently, squeezing them, testing their firmness, cupping them. I throw my head back in delight and pleasure. He's placing his hands on my chest, twiddling the nubs of joy. I close my eyes. He stops. He’s unsure of himself, so I tell him to continue. He nods his head eagerly and rubs his face against my chest, bounces my chest from side to side, and takes one bud into his mouth, tongue darting around it, licking it, savouring it.

"Take off your breeches.”

“Gladly, my dear. You only have to say the word.”

He removes his mouth from my breast, giving it a kiss. His sex springs forth fully as he stands up and bends down to remove his ankles from the last vestiges of his pants. He takes off my undergarments. We embrace and tumble back onto the bed together, giggling softly.

“Ilya. Il-ly-ah. Stay still my sweet.” He immediately stays still, stiff as a board, moaning, his sex rubbing against my stomach, a clarion reminder of his desire, his arousal. For me, I think wonderingly. Amazed at how much he desires me, how much he wants me.

I pin him down on his chest with my palm and hitch myself over him. I lift myself off again and feel his sex at my entrance. I'm unsure. How is his large size going to fit?

On cue, Ilya takes his sex and rubs it slowly at my entrance, moistening it. Liquid pools and I feel his sex, insistent against my entrance, sliding in slowly.

"It's going to hurt for a short time but I promise you it'll get better. If it's too much, you can tell me. I'll be gentle."

Damned plague doctor. How did he know he's the first? The thought is pushed out of my mind by a sharp pain which winds me over. He reaches up his hands to my shoulders, stilling me, as if by holding me he can remove the pain. Looking into my eyes, he mutters an apology and continues his progress. It hurts, and suddenly, it doesn't. I can feel him moving in me, his girth, me tight and snug against him.

He bucks his hips upward, holding my hips. I've never felt like this before, such pleasure, such wild abandon. Sweat drips down my front and rolls into his bellybutton. He reaches a finger down and tastes it. My mind floats amongst the realms, I can feel the magic in me growing stronger. He grows, possesses me, I sheathe him with every thrust and buck of his hips. He reaches up to the very core of me, and he strokes me, my breasts, my hips, to make sure I'm alright.

"Ung, ah, my dear I'm going to hold back till you're alright. Don't mind me - uh, ah, mff", he groans, pulling me to rest against his chest. The bed creaks with every dip. He reaches his hand into the narrow crevice between our bodies and strokes my clit. I cry out in shock and awe.

"Do you like it? I hope it's okay for you, I - uh, oh, ohhhh, uhh - just hang on", he whispers.

With his thrusting, stroking and gently murmured words of encouragement against my ear, I'm flying, lost amongst the universe, until suddenly I feel myself melting amongst an explosion of stars. I scream out his name. Over and over again. Ilya, oh Ilya, Ilya, my Ilya.

I'm slick, I'm wet, panting and unravelling. I collapse against him. He lifts my chin up and smiles, and flips me over just like that.

"May I, my darling, my sunshine, my love?"

A well of tenderness rushes up in my chest. He called me my love. Will he know that I've made up my mind to always be in his corner, cheer him on, fight for him, uplift him? Will he know that I'm here for him, with all his flaws and complexities and insecurities?

As if in answer, he stops, gives a sigh and a grunt and releases, spent. My well, already wet, is soaked. He reaches over, patting my still quivering, trembling nub below till it quiets down. I close my eyes, blind to the world except to his face.

He lets out a sob. Startled, I look into his face, tears freely dripping down his nose.

"That was beautiful... I never knew it could be like that...I've wanted you since the day I saw you in your shop...but I didn't dare, look at me, a monster, a fugitive, how could I even dare to look at you, hold you, I-"

I still his words with a kiss and intertwine my limbs with his long ones, holding him close, stroking his hair till he falls asleep. Once I hear his rhythmic somnambulance, I gently disentangle myself and stand at the window. I blow a prayer of gratitude upwards, for giving me this one night.

Then I shut the window again, draw the curtains and join Ilya back in bed, watching the candle burn out, holding him till the dawn comes.

#julian devorak smut #julian devorak #the arcana #the arcana julian #julian x apprentice #doctor ilya #ilya devorak #ilyushka devorak #fluff #julians route #the arcana lemon

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ghoulciifer · 4 years

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submission:

@msbyslut: “cloud here for a hq boy matchup! ☁️ i'm around 5'8, have dark hair and blue greenish eyes. my favorite color is pink! my aesthetic is anything soft and i love sanrio. 🥺 outside of writing as a hobby, i draw and paint! i also love traveling. i look for security but i get bored easily, so i tend to gravitate towards people who are passionate and a bit spontaneous. anyone who i can joke around with and keeps me laughing for hours. oh and happy 100 tum bby! you deserve it all. 💗”

notes: hi honeybun, thank you so much for your support ❥ i’m very grateful to have you and your wonderful brain as a mutual, you’re literally the sweetest person and you sound like an adorable little cinnamon roll. i hope you like your discount atsumu matchup! muah! ❥

why i matched you:

» okay, we all know terushima can come off as a bit of a fuckboy (*coughkiyokoscenecough*) BUT we did see how he acts on the court - this boy is just a big bundle of energy who wants to have fun! i firmly believe he uses that ‘ladies man’ act to hide just how much a dork he is. but, once he realizes you actually want to stick around, you’ll see firsthand just how much of a goofball he really is, and beneath that suave facade is a good guy who wants nothing more than to give his heart to someone who’ll take care of it. and that’s where you come in!

» terushima loves your creativity and how easy it is for you to express yourself through whatever art platform you use. he’ll beg you to let him read your writing, get a sneak peak at your latest sketch, ‘paint him like one of your french girls’, etc. he just wants to support you! he’s a firm believer in self expression and knows it’s a huge confidence booster when someone shows intrugue in whatever he’s doing, so he’s going to do whatever he can to make sure you know he’s genuinely interested in everything you do.

» baby, you’re almost too soft for this boy. he swears if you were any cuter you would be the death of him, but would he want to go any other way? absolutely not. he finds your love of all things pink and cutesy incredibly adorable. so much so that he can’t help but buy things that remind him of you when he comes across them, or even if you show the slightest bit of interest in them. that cute little gudetama pillow you saw online the other day? he’s got it ordered, it’ll be here friday. that set of kuromi and melody socks he saw in a store window at the mall? he swooped in and got ‘em for you. boy will spoil you to no end because he just wants to see your cute lil’ face light up when he gives you those gifts!

» teru is more than willing to drop everything and go anywhere you want, at any time at all. he also shares your wanderlust and eventually wants to see the world, whether it be watching the sun set over the glittering waters of italy’s canals or watching it rise above the mountains of peru, he’s gonna do whatever he can to make sure you’re by his side to share those experiences. because what better way to take in all the world has to offer than to do it with the one you love?

» like i said before, terushima often presents himself as a bit of a womanizer before pursuing any type of relationship, but once he finds someone he can actually see himself giving his time to? you’re stuck with him. boy will NOT leave your side unless you explicitly told him you never wanted to see him again. he’s going to be hesitant at first, but when he finally opens up, he truly bares his heart and gives you full consent to hold it within the palm of your hand. he’ll only get to that point when he knows without a shadow of a doubt he trusts you, and that you trust him. so as far as security goes? terushima’s got you covered.

» and again, teru’s a HUGE dork. like he almost rivals kuroo on this one because he craves entertainment 24/7, and never fails to make those around him giddy with laughter or anticipation of what’ll come out of his mouth next. he’s serious when he needs to be, but when it’s just the two of you alone, he’ll have you constantly gripping your sides in laughter, and you’re certain to get a good ab workout every time because he’s never not doing something that’ll make you giggle to the point of wheezing. sometimes he feels like he’s too much of a silly hooligan but you’re always the first to remind him that’s what you love about him the most. terushima is definitely one to keep you on your toes, so i hope you’re ready for that challenge!

drabble:

“Yuuji, what’s all this?” Your hand slides off the handle on your front door, eyes wide and skimming across your living room to take in the scene before you.

“Sh-Shit! Uh… Surprise?”

You were aware your boyfriend would be home before you, but what you didn’t expect was to walk into a cheesy, teenage romance movie.

Terushima was sheepishly rubbing the back of his head with a throw pillow in his other hand, casually tossing it onto the sofa already smothered in pillows and blankets that weren’t there before. The coffee table was piled high with an array of snacks ranging from your favorite baked goods to a partly opened box of pizza, and a tin bucket filled to the brim with ice and canned drinks sat flush against one of the table’s legs. The entire living area was bathed in a soft glow from fairy lights strung up haphazardly across the walls and the smell of strawberries and cream wafted in the air from the scented candles resting on the end tables beside the couch. It was all so much, and it made your heart melt just thinking about how much time and effort this must’ve taken your lover to set up.

“Baby, I-...” Your eyes finally return to Terushima’s nervous gaze and you instinctively bring a hand to cover your mouth, tears gathering below your lash line. The second he saw the familiar twitch of your furrowing brow he nearly leapt over the coffee table to reach you.

“Hey, heyheyhey, I can clean it all up, I promise I didn’t mean to make such a big mess. And I can take the lights down if you don’t like the-“ Teru panics when he catches your tears slipping down your cheeks, but you’re quick to cut him off with a quick, sweet kiss before he completely loses it. You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your nose into the space below his jaw, while his hands find purchase against your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to fully indulge in the sudden affection.

“Yuuji, I love it… how did you-...?” You pull back after a moment, hands rising to his neck and thumbing the curve of his jawline. You lose the sentence halfway through, the surprise finally settling in leaving you at a loss for words.

Your boyfriend smiles, nuzzling your temple with the top of his nose in relief, “You told me earlier how bad work was stressing you out, so I took the rest of the day off and put together a little movie night for you. I wanted you to be able to relax when you got home.” His lips leave a chaste kiss to your cheekbone, “I, uh-... just wasn’t expecting you to get here so soon.”

You giggle at his remark - of course the one day you manage to leave early you walk in on his surprise. But as you take another long look at the dreamy layout around you, you couldn’t help but be glad you got here when you did. You didn’t realize you needed this until it was right here in front of you. Now all that was left was to enjoy it.

“Thank you… It’s perfect.”

Too engrossed in your gift, you don’t seem to catch the loving look Terushima was casting down at you, smile growing wider as his response leaves his lips.

“Yea… it really is.”

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