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gurugirl · 9 days

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I need a breeding kink blurb PLS 🙏🙏🙏

⛔️ WARNING ‼️ SMUTTY SMUT BREEDING KINK SIZE KINK ALL THE KINK (enjoy 🤭) + plus a link to an audio porn on tumblr to really get into that wet pussy sound 🙈 I'm so sorry in advance but I am in fact ovulating according to my calculator and this was... Anyway there's no plot, this is basically only smut. PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU'RE NOT INTO THIS KIND OF THING THANK YOU

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"Oh baby... look a'you... getting stuffed so deep. Loves getting her little pussy filled up and bred yeah? Need Daddy's come honey? Need me to put more babies in this belly? Fuck you til your tummy's swollen, your tits are full of milk, and pussy ruined?"

"Mmm..." you tried moaning but you were out of breath and your gargled noises were stifled by the way he was plowing into you, long and heavy strokes that dipped into your guts and punched the air from your lungs. All you could do was lie there with your legs spread apart as he fucked the life from you. His fat cock was making your walls ache he'd been going at if for so long.

"Can't speak, little mama? Don't want the kids to hear do we? That's right... just let daddy fuck you til your come hole is full of my sperm and let it sink in deep so I can knock you up over and over again. Likes her pussy stuffed with cock and come and her womb full of babies..."

Harry loved it when you were pregnant. You already had two kids and he was raring to go for a third. But so were you. You loved watching him be a dad. And you'd love to see him holding another tiny baby again - your tall, tattooed, and strong husband holding that delicate bundle against his chest with tears in his eyes, humming a tune and swaying slowly back and forth. Just for that, you'd give him as many babies as he wanted.

"Already had you stuffed with all my cream this morning, now here you are all sweaty and gagging for more. Fucking need it don't you? Gonna take my come honey? Little mama wants it, yeah?"

You could barely nod but you managed to knock your head back and forth. You were exhausted after he'd already given you two orgasms but now you could feel him coming to his end, his arms were shaking and his thrusts were getting sloppy with that big cock twitching as he stretched your walls. His impressive size was addicting.

"You ready? Think you can take another load?"

"Mmmm..." a pathetic wet mumble fell from your lips as Harry choked out a groan, trying to keep quiet so as not to wake the kids and you felt him throb and throb as he dropped his mouth open wide and pasted his hips against yours, unloading hours and hours worth of vital come into your womb, his balls emptying every drop inside of you.

You were very much done for by the time he pulled out but Harry wasn't. He angled your hips up with a heaving chest and stuffed himself back inside, holding his shaft to keep steady as he fucked his come into you, "There we go. Let's get that all in there," he watched as he dipped inward, keeping you full of his sperm, wet squelches (NSFW LINK - opens up a tumblr audio porn, no visuals 😈) coming from your pussy with the way he was plunging back into you to make sure his come didn't leak out, "Get that pussy fed and happy," he hissed as he pumped in gently, his cock sensitive to the touch after his orgasm.

He enjoyed the view of it... your shiny puffy pussy wrapped around his thick shaft as he pushed his come back inside you until he couldn't stay hard any longer. You were sure that was baby number three.

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revasserium · 3 months

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BEGGING u to write switch!xavier x fem!reader friends to lovers smut i am obsessed with this man 🙏

hunter and the hunted

xavier; 1,661 words; nsfw!!!, fem!reader, nickname usage ("bunny", "miss hunter"), piv sex, switch!xavier, pwp

summary: after the photoshoot, you decide to reward xavier for being a good bunny butler. or, in which xav calls you "bunny" during sex.

a/n: im sorry i didn't do the friends to lovers thing anon but i hope this still scratches the switch!xavier itch???? based on the bunny!butler card :)

There’s always been a startling, stirring purpose to the way he does things.

And this — you keen, head tipping back as Xavier leans down to mouth at your exposed collarbones — you think, is no different.

“Hm… that’s a pretty sound… I think I’d like to hear it again, bunny.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, your breath hiccuping in your chest as you feel Xavier pulling back inch by excruciating inch before snapping forward, his head cocking to one side to watch you moan. His eyes are dark, darker than you’ve ever seen them, his pupils blown wide as the heart of dying stars —

“X-Xa — vi — vier — please —”

You flush at the way his name breaks on your tongue, at the way the tip of his cock kisses your cervix every time he pulls back and thrusts back in, at the way he angles his hips to hit just the right spot. It’s almost cruel, the way he watches you — his light-scattered eyes searching your face for something you don’t have a name for.

“Mm…” he leans down again, trailing warm lips along the line of your shoulder blade, biting down gently when you clench down around him, making his hips stutter. It’s the only tell that he’s just as affected as you are. But the next second, he’s pulling back to tug at your legs, fingers hooking behind your knees to press them up and up and up — till they’re shoved against your sweat-slicked chest.

“Oh bunny… look at you…”

You try to turn your head, try to look anywhere but at the hunger that marrs his face as his eyes flicker down to where he’s fucking into you, straight and steady, to where you can feel your own wetness slicking down the backs of your legs till it collects on the freshly laundered sheets below. Faintly, you wonder if there’s another set of sheets you can use for the night because this set is surely already ruined.

You can feel the thickness of him as he fills you, the weight of him dragging against your inner walls, the incriminating schick of wet skin against skin.

“I — I can’t —”

There’s a recklessness to the way he ruts down into you, a building, wind-wild abandon to the pace his hips keep, snapping quicker and quicker against yours, his thrusts going shallow as he lets out a soft breath, pushing your knees together with a tight groan.

“T-tell me, Miss Hunter…” he says, a bead of sweat trickling from his forehead to the tip of his nose as he rucks down into you, making white-hot stars explode behind your eyelids, the heat in your abdomen twisting tight, and then tighter — “didn’t you promise — you were going to show me something — special?”

You feel his thumb draw down between your bodies, tracing along the lips of your bruised labia before circling your clit once, twice. You gasp as you feel your climax cresting through you with almost no warning, and it’s all you can do to clutch at his arm, nails digging into his skin as you come.

“X-Xavier — c-com-ing —!”

“Nngh — that’s right… that’s… a good bunny…”

His hips stall as he watches you come undone around him, the way your whole body goes rigid, your skin slick with a sheen of sweat, the sweet pink indents of his teeth blossoming along your shoulders as you fall back, gasping for breath. He leans down, breathless, brushing his lips by your cheek.

“Good bunny…” he repeats, shushing you as you whimper, “there you go…”

Your vision tunnels, the heat washing over you now in waves as your body twitches through the aftermath of your release, even as Xavier pulls back and fucks forward with a soft groan, as if to chase his own high. Finally, finally.

Your eyelids flutter shut and you recall the events of just half an hour before, when you’d been the one on top, with him begging beneath you —

“A-ah… a-are you — what are you —” his voice is sharp, but you’re relentless as you tug at the waistband of his black slacks, sliding them off his thin hips, ghosting your lips over the dips there just to hear his breath hitch.

“Don’t worry, this is a reward, bunny!” you glance up at him, grinning at the pair of soft white bunny ears clipped into his hair, now a little lopsided as he blinks down at you, his hands dutifully bound in his lap with his black silk tie.

“Re-reward? I — ah —” he hisses as you ghost your lips over the obvious bulge in his boxers, grinning to yourself as you inch your fingers up his thighs, teasing the sensitive skin there.

“Yep! For being such a good ‘bunny’ today at the photo booth!”

“That was — j-just for —” he swallows, head tipping back as you mouth at the waistband of his boxers, glancing up, feeling heat pulse between your legs at the sight of his flushed cheeks and wet, parted lips.

“Just for…?” you tease, even as you slowly peel off his boxers, your mouth watering at the sight of his cock, the tip straining pink, dripping with precum. You can’t help the way your throat tenses as you wrap your fingers around the base and give it an experimental pump.

The strangled sound Xavier makes ripples over your bare skin like warm water.

“Weren’t you the one that asked me… if I’d like to unwrap my present earlier today? Well…” a quick kiss to the head of his cock is the only warning he gets before you lean down and lick a thick strip up, tracing the pulsing vein along the bottom of his shaft with your tongue, from base to tip and back down again.

“Mm — ah —” you hear the sound of his head thumping back against the headboard just as his hips kick up. You hum, pressing them back down with a firm hand.

“Naughty bunnies won’t get to cum,” you reprimand, to which he lets out a noise somewhere between a whine and a grunt, peering open one helpless eye, his fluffy white bunny ears now knocked painfully askew. You flash him a cheeky smile, the sight of him lying there, splayed out beneath you, his clothes tugged haphazardly open, wrists bound and cock straining, sends a rush of adrenalin through you, heady enough to make the room spin.

“N-not even if I say ‘please’?”

And really, there shouldn’t be any reason for him to sound so ruined already, not when you’ve only just started, but you bite your lips and swallow down a moan at his words. Your knees press as you run an idle finger along his twitching cock.

“Maybe… if you ask **really, really nicely…”

You don’t give him a chance to start begging properly before you lower your lips again, running your tongue along the underside of his rim as he gasps.

“O-Oh!”

You moan, loud and deliberate, relishing in the way he shivers at the way your voice thrums through his skin, and when you lower your head and feel him hit the back of your throat, Xavier keens — helpless and high and you think you feel his fingers in your hair as he fights between the urge to press you down and pull you back up. He settles for simply resting his hand there as you hollow out your cheeks and suck him down in earnest. A trail of broken little moans and gasps trickle from him as you work your mouth around him, pressing the flat of your tongue against him just to feel him jerk beneath you.

“If you’re good… I’ll show you something extra special,” you say after a few minutes, pulling off him with a loud pop and making a show of licking your lips.

“You… you really are ruthless…” he sounds breathless, but there’s a teasing note to the underbelly of his voice that sends tingles thrumming through your body. You can’t help the excitement that gathers in your gut at the thought of just what that tease might bring.

You drop a sweet kiss onto his hipbone before pulling yourself up the length of his body, rolling your hips down, groaning at the friction, your breath catching at the way his cock teases against your already-drenched pussy.

“Please…” Xavier’s teeth digs into his bottom lip, and you reach back to guide his aching cock toward your center, sinking down slow, relishing in the sting and the stretch.

It doesn’t take long after that — not with you sitting astride him, riding him with your palms planted on his chest. Not with the way your tits bounce and the way your thighs smack down over his hips with your every move.

It doesn’t take long, but far from being embarrassed, Xavier only hisses, before blinking a few times, almost sleepy as you ride him through his release. Then, he wiggles his wrists free from their constraints and plants his palms on either side of your hips, flipping you over with a single, fluid movement.

“Mm… that really was something…” he hikes your legs up over his shoulders and rolls his hips almost thoughtfully down against yours. You’re helpless to do anything but gasp as he brushes against a spot inside you that has you seeing stars.

“I learned a lot,” he says, grinning as he plucks the bunny ears from his ruffled hair and presses them gently into yours, “so… what do you say, bunny?”

You whimper as he drops a hand to thumb lightly at your clit, “Xavier — wait, what —”

“C’mon Miss Hunter… let me show you… what a good student I can be.”

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tkaulitzlvr · 8 months

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lots of tom angst🙏🙏

DID YOU MEAN IT? - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: you and tom are strictly friends with benefits. but when he says something that goes against that, you try to get to the bottom of it, changing whatever you both were forever.

content: little bit of smut, but mainly angst.

a/n: thank you for requesting this i love love loveee reading and writing angst, i hope you enjoy!!

my hands rake down his back, the pain causing him to wince slightly, yet it only increases his stamina as he thrusts in and out of me at an even faster pace.

my mind is hazy, failing to focus on anything else besides the way his tip repeatedly hits my g-spot, reminding me that nobody else can make me feel the way he can, as much as my conscience tries to convince me otherwise. his hands hold my waist, kneading the flesh roughly, giving him a better hold of me, the way his thumbs dig into me definitely leaving marks. however the only thing on our minds is finding the release that we so desperately crave, our need to chase the familiar feeling only increasing with each strong thrust, his pelvis meeting mine with just as much desire as the first time this happened.

it always amazed me how we could act like this, so completely connected, both physically and mentally, only bothered about pleasing each other in this moment, nothing else mattering but caring for one another in the most intimate way possible. this was the only time we would feel this way, tom being inside me lit a fuse that could only be ignited when our bodies were against each other, emitting sounds from our mouths that nobody else would ever hear, secrets of our unknown intimacy kept in the most unholy way imaginable. but when i wasn’t inside his hotel room, allowing him to do whatever he wanted to me, we were nothing but mutual friends, only seeing each other when we had to, at events which we were forced to attend, everyone around us completely unaware of the screams that would escape my mouth time and time again from the smallest dose of the addiction that is his touch.

which is why, each time he bottoms out into me, fucking me as if we are blinded by love and not lust, my mouth hangs open, no sounds able to escape, lost in a blur of pleasure and desperation. but i knew that once this was over, i would come back into reality, leaving his hotel room just as fast as i had entered it, waiting for the next time i would crave his touch again or, in most cases, he would crave mine, and i would find myself back in the same position that i am in now.

and i didn’t mind it. what tom and i had was convenient for me - it gave me the short term pleasure i needed, without the heavy constraints of a relationship, something that i knew i wasn’t ready for. i had ruled out anything serious and, with the way that tom had insisted that we couldn’t catch feelings from the get-go, i was satisfied with the weekly hookups when tom was around. the freedom of being able to sleep with other people, another rule that we both had mutually agreed on, stopped me from getting attached, my mind and body on someone else’s before i could even think about missing him. how could i have caught feelings? tom was on tour for months, sleeping with any girl with a decent enough body that would fall at his feet, his fame and good looks meaning that in every country, no matter where, he would have no issue finding a girl willing to have sex and leave - so it wasn’t like he needed me as a long term fuck buddy, yet he still kept me around, and i liked it.

he was hitting all the right angles, my mouth no longer able to hold back the sounds as they pour from my lips, low whines sounding throughout the room above his almost inaudible grunts.

“fuck i’m close.” i manage to let out, clenching around him as he nods his head, never slowing down.

“i know…me too.” he mutters, resting his head in the crook of my neck and starting to plant soft and slow kisses there.

his dick starts to twitch, this being enough to trigger my release as i let out a loud moan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head with each movement.

“god…i love you.” tom lets out, his breathing uneven as he releases inside of me, riding out both our highs.

i freeze, my body unable to move as he is too lost in pleasure to even begin to think about what he had just said, let alone begin to study my reaction, yet it is the only thing on my mind. he had never uttered those three words to me, no circumstance ever needing him to, the fact that we were nothing but fuck buddies making the idea of confessing our love completely crazy, at least to me.

he collapses on top of me, catching his breath and slowly pulling out, rolling over and grabbing a cigarette from his bedside table, lighting it and bringing it to his pink lips. he is acting like nothing has happened, as if he hasn’t just confessed his love to me, absent mindedly smoking whilst my head is spinning, thinking of every possibility that could have caused him to even think about saying those words, knowing that he was the one to be so strict about catching feelings. i couldn’t think of a way to bring it up, the thought of the conversation completely terrifying me. hey tom, you kinda just confessed that you love me, and if you didn’t mean it we can just let it go and move on?

there was no way to address what he had said without creating unwanted tension, so i sat silently, staring at the wall, refusing to look at him and waiting for him to start a conversation. he leans over, putting his cig out before clearing his throat.

“hey, thanks for coming at such short notice by the way, sorry it was really random but i got back off tour earlier today and i just wanted to see you…kinda missed having you around.” he admits, turning to face me.

“you missed me?” i scoff, a sarcastic laugh escaping my mouth as i pull on my panties and bra, returning to my spot on one side of the double bed whilst he sits at the other.

“what, am i not allowed to miss you?” he asks, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“i don’t know, it’s just kinda weird. we never really see each other unless you want to fuck.” i reply, sensing that the conversation is turning sour.

“that’s not true.” he begins, his voice raising as he quickly becomes defensive. “whenever i try talk to you, you tell me to cut the bullshit and get straight to the point if i want to fuck.”

“you never exactly say no though? name one time we’ve met up and it hasn’t lead to this.” i remark, gesturing to our situation, me in only my lingerie, and tom completely naked, only the messed up white sheets covering his lower half, his upper completely on show, his dreads tied up in their usual ponytail.

“i don’t have much choice do i? all i am is a quick fuck to you, aren’t i?” he questions, hurt evident on his face.

“is that not what this whole thing is? or am i just making up the entire conversation where you made sure that we were nothing but a quick fuck to eachother? you made it crystal fucking clear that we couldn’t catch feelings tom, i don’t understand where this is all coming from.” i fire back, not understanding this entire conversation and where it is headed.

“that was months ago. was it not?” he starts. “i think you and i both know that if i was just after a quick fuck, i could get it pretty fucking easily.”

a heavy silence lies in the air, only thickening as i stay quiet, trying to find the right words to say, not looking to worsen things, though he is clearly asking for an argument.

“did you mean it?” i ask, finally meeting his eyes for the first time.

“mean what?”

“i heard what you said before tom. i don’t know if you expected me to ignore it or forget about it but that’s not gonna fucking happen. so did you mean it?” i repeat, becoming tired of the way he says so much, yet he reveals basically nothing.

“i don’t know.” he says simply, breaking our eye contact and looking straight downwards into his lap.

“the fuck do you mean you don’t know? you had the balls to say it in the first place and now you’re saying you’re not sure? it takes a lot of nerve to confess that you love me, can you stop playing it off and just answer me?” i shout.

“i don’t know, okay? what, you want me to lie to you? it just slipped out, i didn’t-”

“what now you never even meant to say it in the first place? you expect me to just stand here and wait until you know, so you can fuck with my head some more? you’re unbelievable tom.” i scoff, picking up my clothes and hurriedly putting them on, walking out onto the balcony and resting my arms on the ledge, tom’s rushed footsteps quickly coming towards me as he stops, standing beside me.

“you and i both know it’s not like that.”

“do i? it looks like i really don’t fucking know a lot! you’re really messing with my mind right now tom, you tell me pretty sternly that i cant catch feelings and now you’re stood in front of me telling me that you don’t know if you love me or not? after months of us having quick sex whenever it’s convenient for us.”

he pauses, opening his mouth to speak, yet no sounds comes out.

“jesus christ do you really think it’s just sex?” he finally asks.

“i don’t know what to think anymore! seems like everything i thought i knew turns out to be a huge fucking lie.” i remark, failing to see how we are getting anywhere as i am only left even more confused than i was.

“if it was just sex, why would i have kept you around for this long? i could’ve gotten ‘just sex’ from anyone. i’ve tried to get you to see that, but you shut me out! you back out and take it as me wanting a fuck, when i just want to spend time with you.” he responds, clearly becoming more and more agitated.

“god do you even hear yourself right now? you talk about me like i’m some possession, that i should be grateful you’ve ‘kept me’ for this long! well, i’m not tom. i’m pissed, and i’m fucking allowed to be. don’t act shocked when i take you making conversation for wanting to hook up, that’s what it was always meant to be. i’m not gonna sit here and wait for you to decide how you feel. i just- i cant. sorry if that’s not the answer that you wanted to hear, but i just can’t.” i say, losing my patience faster and faster by the second, the more shitty excuses he attempts to make only leave me more agitated.

“i get it, but you’re asking me to make my mind up right now. that’s a crazy ask, you know?” he asks, his voice now a little calmer than it was before.

“then why did you say it in the first place, hm? don’t get pissed off at me for wanting an answer as if the words didn’t come out of your mouth.” i shoot back, his selfishness coming through more than anything else.

“i’m not trying to make this any harder on you, but this shit isn’t easy on me either!” he replies, leaning his head backwards and letting out a shaky sigh.

“easy on you? jesus christ how the fuck do you find a way to make this about you? you know what, maybe we should just call this whole thing off, it’s clearly turned into something that it’s not, that it just can’t be. it’s better for both of us.” i finally say, turning back into the hotel room, leaving tom alone on the balcony as i hurriedly grab my things.

“stop! fuck- just wait a second.” tom panics, rushing back inside and attempting to grab my wrist, looking into my eyes.

i study his features for a second. his eyes, soft, yet way deeper than the intense outburst of emotion that he let show, stare pleadingly into mine. i notice the glassy tint that settles over the hazel, this side of him both enticing and scaring me. his skin, smooth and inviting, something that i have only seen in moments of intimacy when it is pressed against mine, something that i have never had the chance to properly gaze at until now, lets a single tear drop onto it, tinting it’s glow with a small giveaway of his agony. his lips, warm and inviting, a part of him that i have gotten to know so well, unable to count the amount of times they have been pressed against mine in moments of reciprocated lust, are parted slightly, letting heavy breaths escape them, longing to spew out his feelings, yet they hold back.

i take a final look, knowing that it is the last time i will see these features up close.

“it’s over. bye tom.”

requests are open! if you want a part 2 lmk!!

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little-emerald-snake · 4 months

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Hey there 🙏 i love your Storys! Can you write one in which seb and ominis also get spicy with each other for the first time, a threesome, maybe in a Common room over the holidays, maybe including Alcohol for a chill Atmosphere, cuddling, good dirty talk 🤭, mouth Spitting, Oral, anal,...oh god this list could go so much longer. I hope this gives you Inspiration 😘

Merry Christmas friend,

I loved this prompt and for the life of me I didn’t know if you meant all of these separate or all together but I managed to mash them all into one and made it my secret Christmas special. I hope you enjoy! 🎄

All I want for Christmas is two fictional Slytherin boys 💕

Warnings: under the influence of alcohol, spit swallowing, degradation and name calling, mmf threesome, oral f receiving, anal fingering, unprotected p-in-v, first time mm, unprotected anal sex

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She’d been so happy when Sebastian and Ominis had volunteered to stay at school with her over the holidays, making sure she had friends who care about her to ease the ache the holidays usually brought her.

She’d been even more thrilled when Sebastian had pulled them into the empty Slytherin common room where he’d gathered a hoard of blankets and pillows to make a cozy nest in front of the crackling glow of the fireplace. It was close to the massive Christmas tree in the common room as well, one of her favorite things.

She was already a bit silly because of the amount of firewhiskey she’d consumed and Sebastian leaned over, taking the cup from her. “You need to slow down darling, or you’ll make yourself sick.”

She giggled, lolling against Ominis who hadn’t expected her to come crashing into his side while he took a sip and spilled a bit. He rolled his eyes and set his drink far off to the side to avoid another spill. “For once, Sebastian is right. You’re making a mess.”

Sebastian pulled her close to him, causing her to blush. The warmth of his chest against her back and the warmth of the firewhiskey in her belly had her feeling loose and safe, not something she’d often felt around the holidays.

Sebastian slid his hand up her side teasingly. “Are you blushing? Ominis, she’s blushing. Think it’s cus she’s drunk or does she like it when I cuddle her and touch her?”

She blushed harder when Ominis’ hands joined Sebastian’s, roaming first over her shoulder then down across her chest and to her stomach. “Ohh, she’s blushing even more, Om. She likes you touching her like that.”

Ominis seemed to gain a bit of confidence, letting his hands slide back up her stomach and over her breasts where he gently squeezed. “If you don’t like it, just let me know and I’ll stop.”

Ominis was pleased when instead of asking him to stop she leaned into the touch, a small moan falling past her lips. She moaned louder when Sebastian’s hands met Ominis’, pinching her nipples lightly. “Do you like this?”

She nodded against Seb’s chest, letting a breathy moan fall from her lips. Her hips slid back against Sebastian who she could feel was enjoying this as much as she was from the hardness against her rear.

Sebastian tsk’d her, reaching over to pull Ominis’ leg out and angling her hips against it. “Grind on his knee while we touch you. Yea. Just like that, pretty girl.”

She moaned, grinding her clothed center against Ominis’ knee, just as Sebastian had instructed. Ominis hummed in satisfaction. “She’s so warm between her legs, Sebastian. Feels like all the extra firewhiskey she drank went straight to warming her pussy.”

Sebastian chuckled, tilting her head back and looking into her eyes. “Is that so? Do you want more, pretty girl? Wanna make sure that pussy is nice and warmed up?”

She nodded, even as Ominis tried to protest the idea of giving her more alcohol. Sebastian took a swig straight from the bottle, and tipped her head back towards him.

He leaned down for what she thought was a kiss but was surprised when he held her chin in place and pushed her lips open, spitting the firewhiskey into her mouth.

She swallowed it quickly, getting hot for an entirely different reason. Sebastian could see it in her eyes and grinned, holding her chin in place. “Yea? You like me spitting in your mouth?”

Ominis gripped her hips, reminding her to grind herself against him while listening to them. “You’re absolutely filthy Sebastian.”

Sebastian grinned at his blind friend, who didn’t look as disgusted as he really made it sound. She nodded up at Sebastian, letting him know that no matter what Ominis said, she did in face like the idea of Seb spitting into her mouth and being forced to swallow.

At her approval Sebastian gripped her cheeks, forcing her mouth open and spitting directly onto her tongue. “Filthy fucking girl, swallow it like a good girl for me.”

She did, grinding against Ominis and swallowing for Seb, her pretty eyes filled with so much heat at everything they did. “Yea? You like it that much? Want to taste Ominis too? Filthy slut.”

She nodded again, turning forward to look at Ominis whose eyebrows rose. That didn’t stop him from leaning up on an elbow and gripping her chin. She opened obediently and he spit inside her mouth.

She hummed as she swallowed and Sebastian chuckled but Ominis is the one who spoke. “Making a fucking wet mess on my pants, love. You’re soaking through all the layers of fabric between us. Poor horny little thing.”

Sebastian reached down to run two fingers across the soaking wet center of her panties and groaned. “So fucking wet, just how we need you, pretty girl. Get on top of the covers and undress for me, beautiful.”

She did as she was told, climbing out from under the covers and shedding every piece of clothing till she laid bare for them.

Sebastian groaned, pointing down to the blanket. She quickly laid down on her back, anxiously spreading her legs. Sebastian stripped off his own clothes and her eyes greedily raked over the smattering of freckles across his skin.

He dipped down, laying on his stomach with his head between her thighs. He gave one teasing lick to her soaking wet center, groaning at her taste while she whimpered, hand flying to fist his hair.

Her eyes trailed to Ominis who, fully clothed, sat beside her face, leaning over and holding his thumb to her mouth. “Suck this. He’s gonna need it nice and wet, I promise.”

She blushed and took Ominis’ thumb into her mouth and rolling her tongue over it generously. With his free hand, Ominis undid his trousers and her eyes locked onto his erection springing free only inches from her face.

Once he was satisfied, Ominis pulled his thumb from her mouth and sat up, letting the bob of his erection brush her lips. “Now you work on this while I work on him. He’ll really want this nice and wet

Sebastian licked and sucked her pussy like he’d die without it. The pleasure was so intense that it became a struggle to suck on Ominis without moaning around his cock. When she did moan, Ominis thrusted into her mouth gently to remind her of the task at hand.

Her eyes flit between watching Ominis preparing Seb for what she could only assume was his cock and Sebastian who’s looking up at her while sliding his tongue eagerly across her clit in maddening circles.

She gripped tightly in his brunette curls, hips lifting and eyes shutting as she came apart on Seb’s tongue. Ominis pulled out from her mouth, letting her moan freely while getting ready behind Sebastian.

Once she’d come back to earth from her orgasm her eyes lock on Seb who’d started grinding himself against the blanket and whimpering as Ominis finger fucked his ass, fingers stretching him open.

Her eyes met Ominis’ lips as he muttered a wandless charm, suddenly creating a symphony of squelching noises from Sebastian’s ass. “Fuck Om, fingers feel so good I won’t last long like that.”

Ominis grinned, pulling his fingers out, adjusting Sebastian up to his knees between her legs. It was so intimate seeing Sebastian’s reddened cheeks and need stricken face meeting her wide eyes. “H-have you guys done this before?”

Sebastian shook his head as Ominis lines up behind Sebastian, muttering another lubrication charm and pumping his shaft in his hand while responding. “No. But if he’s gonna take my cock then it’d be wise for him to be distracted by fucking you.”

She nodded in agreement and Seb pulled a pillow closer, helping her prop her hips up onto it for a better angle. He prowled the few inches forward and his lust burning eyes flick up to her face, searching for any sign he should stop. “Do you really want this?”

She nods eagerly, letting him line up before locking her ankles around the back of his knees. Sebastian sunk home on the first thrust. Her eyes squoze shut as she felt Ominis sink into Sebastian from up top.

A hiss of air left Sebastian’s lips but he didn't seem uncomfortable. Instead he squeezed her cheeks and she opened her mouth obediently, he spit into her mouth again. “Good fucking girl, you’re mine.”

A wave of heat washes over her and Ominis pulls out only to thrust back in. She can tell he’s being gentle but the twisted look of agonizing pleasure written so clearly across Sebastian’s face has her brain swimming.

Ominis chuckled, rolling his hips leisurely, causing Seb to twitch inside of her. “He’s already all starry eyed and cock drunk isn’t he? Bet he looks so good, lost in pleasure between us like this.”

She barely lets out a whimper of agreeance before Seb’s hips twitch to life, dragging pleasure from her body. She can tell the reaction isn’t entirely voluntary but it feels so good she dropped her head back and closed her eyes to enjoy the ride. “Oh, fuck.”

Sebastian practically keens between their bodies, hands groping anywhere he can reach in an attempt to ground himself to reality.

Ominis strikes a spot within him that has him bucking harshly and moaning brokenly. “Ah! S-so good! Fuck!”

Ominis’ focus clips and he moans, focusing back on that spot which in turn has Sebastian rutting conveniently into her g spot. She realizes now why he placed the pillows under her. No matter how he thrusts, she’s angled so he will slam right into her sweet spot.

Finally the boys find a rhythm and her neck is bared as her eyes roll back in absolute pleasure. She’s fighting the urge to fall apart under them both, hanging on to hope that one of them will cave first.

Sebastian sounds so fucked out and needy that his wines carry through the common room, not an ounce of hesitation. “O-oh fuck! I-I’m gonna cum! C-can’t stop! Ah!”

She shuttered, allowing herself to cum as Sebastian slams into her g spot, cum flowing into her and filling her so full she can feel it leaking out of her and making a mess.

Ominis seems to lose his composure as Sebastian tightens around him. His hips stutter and his eyes slam shut before a chorus of moans flows past his thin lips.

They lay there in a sweaty heap till finally Ominis peels himself from Sebastian’s sticky skin, grunting when he pulls from Sebastian with an audible pop.

She blushes as Sebastian pushes himself up on shaky legs and pulls himself from her next. His eyes trail the cum seeps from her pussy and he grips his wand, muttering a cleaning charm for all three of them.

Finally having the burning urges inside of them satiated, Sebastian lays down against Ominis and pulls her against his chest with a content sigh.

Ominis twirls a lock of Sebastian’s brown curls and she nuzzles against Seb, getting comfortable as she drapes a leg over both of Seb’s and one of Ominis’. “My Slytherin boys for Christmas is all I ever wanted.”

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #sebinis #sebastian sallow fanfiction #ominis gaunt fanfiction #sebastian sallow smut #ominis gaunt smut #little emerald snake #requests

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aliidarling · 11 days

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No bc like imagine you are in a trial right right, but you spawn with ONLY a slightly big tee shirt and panties and so Danny (ghost face) is like GOOD GOOGLY MOOGLY and tickles you where the sun doesn’t shine :3 only do this after you do my Ada request though .. (just kitten I know that will never get finished)

IM SORRRYY I GOT LIKE HALFWAY DONE WITH THE ADA ONE AND LOST MOTIVATION I SWEAR ILL FINISH IT SOMETIME SOON 😓🙏🙏

dark paradise

DANNY JOHNSON X fem!reader

nsfw content — please scroll if uncomfortable!!

summary: you’re spawned into the trial in tiny pajamas for the new event, and your favorite killer very much likes your outfit hehe

warnings: nsfw obvi, p in v, rough sex, creampie, butt slapping a little, degrading, stab wounds(NO WOUND FUCKING), steve harrington…😟

nsfw content below!!

You felt absolutely humiliated, to say the least. The Entity had decided to wreak havoc on you and send you to a trial in nothing but some shitty horror tee and the tiniest shorts you’ve ever worn.

Being sent to the Red Forest made it even worse, your shirt all wet and damp from the musty air and rain, making the fabric cling onto your skin. Your teammates weren’t to shy with their obvious glances at your chest and how your ass was hanging out.

“Quit it.” You huffed, scowling as you worked on a generator alongside Steve. Fucking Steve, one of the biggest flirts around here.

He rolls his eyes and does a mocking surrender of his hands, before grinning at you.

“It’s not my fault you got sent here looking like a model! Like damn, girl.” He snickers, nudging you with his hips. You glare at him, trying to hold back your laugh.

“It’s not funny!” You whine, curling your knees to your chest slightly to help yourself with the cold. You were shivering. Feeling the wet floor press against your butt had you cringing, but you’d rather have a mud-covered ass then hypothermia.

“It kinda is,” He hums. Another few moments pass as the two of you work on the generator, an eye out for any killer. The trial had just begun so you had no idea who it was yet. A small part of you hoped it would be Danny.

You had no idea what you and Danny were, but he would always let you live, as long as you have him some kisses and maybe a little hook up session. And you weren’t even against it, he was good with that monster in his pants and his words.

Steve suddenly makes a mistake and next thing you know the generator blows up in both of your faces, making you yelp and back up. You turn to him slowly with a pissed off expression.

“Seriously?”

He offers a weak grin.

“Can you blame me? You look very distracting—“

He gets interrupted when suddenly a knife is pushed through his back, making him scream and fall forward. You gasp loudly, stumbling back and hugging yourself. You shiver as the wet rain making your hair sticks to your face, your thin shirt hugging your breasts.

“Don’t talk bout her like that, fuckin’ moron.” The tall man huffs, the black robe and shrieking mask making you relax. You relaxed only for a moment before realizing he was about to kill one of your friends.

“Danny!” You stepped forward, trying to get him to stop from stabbing the shit out of Steve. “He was just joking, c’mon.” You huff, frowning up at the taller man.

He gazes down at you, eyes under his mask widening as your barely covered form presses against his body. From his angle he could see down your shirt, your nipples poking through the shirt brushing against his chest. His breath hitched as he reluctantly steps away from the bleeding out Steve, before turning back towards you and grabbing you around the waist.

“Let’s go, now.” He grunts, dragging you towards the cabin.

Barely twenty minutes later, he had you bent over one of log tables in the cabin, his cock deep inside your small cunt. Your shorts hung off your ankles, your panties pushed to the side.

His grunting was loud and raspy, his hands holding you around your waist to steady your trembling body. He pushed his cock as deep as he could with every thrust, his large fingers rubbing your skin.

He had made sure to bunch your shirt above your chest, not even bothering to fully undress you. Seeing you all damp with those tiny pajamas sticking to your soft skin had him all hot and bothered, with no care in the world other then shoving himself inside you as soon as possible.

“Shut up, whore.” He grumbles quietly, panting from behind you as he keeps thrusting his hips into you from behind. His grip on you was tight, bruising probably.

“Danny…” You moan softly, eyes rolled back to the back of your sockets, mouth hanging open each time his tip presses against that sweet spot all the way in the back of your pussy. It felt so good, getting slutted out by this masked murderer.

You couldn’t even care that your friends blood was getting all over you. All that mattered was how he felt, inside you and on your skin. How his cock hit deeper then anyone ever could, and how he whispered such dirty things that had you clenching down.

“Dressed like a fuckin’ slut,” He grunts, his thrusts hardening. He starts to gain speed, groaning at how tight you were around him, like a fucking anaconda.

“Don’t act surprised that you got bent over, bitch. You knew what was gon’ happen the second you saw me, dirty little slut, flashing those tits at me—“ He reaches one of his hands to grab the back of your head, pulling your hair back as his thrusts grow harder and faster.

“Dannnnny!” You mewl from under him, panting and moaning as he kept going. He grabs one of your legs and puts your knee up on the table, managing to shove his cock deeper inside you. He hums at how you clench down from the new angle, a mocking grin on his face.

“Good lil’ girl, keep takin’ my cock like this and maybe I’ll let you cum.” He snickers darkly.

“Y-Yes, mhm, I’ll be your good girl.” You sigh heavily as he pushes himself deeper once again, having your eyes daze at his good it felt. You were so thankful the generator in the cabin had already been completed, or else the fear of someone walking in would of been haunting you.

His hand roughly slaps your butt, making you whine and clench down. He groans at that and let’s go of your hair, going back to holding your waist and pushing your body down into the table. His thrusts continue, your moans leaving your throat like a broken record.

“I-I’m gonna cum, please, please, can I?” You whimper desperately, hands scratching and clawing at the able in hopes of finding something to hold onto. You could feel your orgasm nearing, making you clench down greatly around his cock, earning a raspy moan from the man behind you.

“Y-Yeah, fuck, let it go sweetie.” He mumbled, his thrusts growing sloppy as he works on making you cum.

Without another second, you let out a shaky cry and cum over his cock, your walls milking him dry. He leans down, pressing his chest against your back to muffle his noises. He releases his thick load inside your pussy, his hands reaching up to push down on your shoulders.

A few minutes pass as the two of you relax from your high. Once he’s felt that you’ve calmed down enough, he slowly pulls out, hissing at the feeling. He stares at your wet pussy and how both your cum dripped out, a small chuckle leaving him.

He steps back and tugs your panties back up, making you cringe as he makes sure none of it falls out of your hole.

“..Danny… C’mon—s’yucky!” You whine as he helps you out your clothes back on. His touch was surprisingly gentle.

“Shut it. Lucky I didn’t cum all over your face.” He gives you a little pat on the cheek. You roll your eyes before reluctantly smiling and pulling him in for a kiss. He hums and kisses back, his large hands going to rub your waist.

You had no idea what the two of you were, fuck buddies, lovers? Maybe in another life you could of maybe lived a normal life, not one where one was a serial killer. Maybe a journalist. Danny Johnson sounds like a journalist name. You’d call him Jed as a nickname, you though, it would fit him.

You both slowly part, his hand going to pull his mask back down. He slaps your butt and pushes the towards the door, smirking.

“Until next time, sweetheart. Better get to the gates before it’s too late.” He tsk’s.

once again i didn’t proofread cuz i’m LAZYYY

#ghost face x reader #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson #ghostface smut #ghostface #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight #dead by daylight smut

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ya-zz · 11 days

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Can I request Ramattra begging on his hands and knees? 🙏🙏🙏

You most certainly can!

"I will do anything." It was probably the most pathetic string of words he has ever said through his vocaliser.

"Is that so?" The smirk that was plastered on your face made Ramattra feel uneasy. "Then beg."

The omnic stutters, keeping his arms by his side. "[y/n]..."

You shake your head, pointing towards the floor. "Down."

He hesitates before dropping to his knees, the metal connecting to the carpeted floor. His systems pick up an internal heating issue, his fans whirring faster to keep him cool.

"Further."

Ramattra leans forward, hands pressing into the carpet.

Your fingers trace over the purple metal of his jaw as you lean down. "So obedient..."

"Please..." He hums.

"What do you want?" You tilt his head up with your fingers on his chin.

"I need you." Ramattra admits, body heating up rapidly. He trembles lightly, your touch sending sparks through his cables.

The smirk never left your face. "You do? How badly?"

He attempts to speak but his vocaliser fails him.

"Oh, Rama..."

The only sound present in the room were his fans picking up speed, a small huff of steam escaping from the small vent in his back. His optics look at you, a need and want causing errors to appear in his vision.

Seeing you above him, the power you held over him, it made him feel weak, small. Never had he let a human have such control over him, he didn't want to be seen as anything other than a leader, strong and powerful.

But you... He trusted you. Your fingers that trail over his faceplate, feeling the heat that emanated from it, it brought him comfort. He was safe with you.

"You look pretty from this angle." You plant a kiss to his forehead. It's true, you would never lie. Ramattra looking up at you, so pitiful and needy as he sits on his hands and knees.

Ramattra's sensitivity was heightened, every touch, every trace would send wave of pleasure through his chassis. He stifles a moan behind static as your hand wraps around the cables making up his hair.

"[y/n], please..."

A small tug causes him groan, head tilting back against your hand. Your response was a huff of amusement.

"So good for me." You coo, kneeling down, cupping his face within your hands.

Ramattra begs once more; "Please, I will do anything. I need you."

Another kiss gets planted, right in the crease where white meets purple.

"Be patient, pet." Using the petname he uses for you against him makes him shudder. "Let's take our time, we have all night."

#overwatch #ramattra #ramattra x reader #ramattra drabble #yazzfics

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ralvezfanatic · 2 months

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I fucking NEED to read what it'd be like to have Luke absolutely writhing beneath you. Whether you're riding him or he's letting you top him🙏

Luke Alvez x GN!Reader

Reader teases Luke while riding him, watching him beg and become a mess under them.

Warnings: No actual plot, gets straight into the smut. Sorta Submissive Luke and Dom/Tease Reader. Luke is whiny and needy !! No mention of Readers genitalia. Luke speaks spanish quite a lot cuz im gay for him speaking spanish mb.. um also first time writing sub Luke sooo

Word Count: 932

A/N: bestie, i am so sorry this took so long. as much as i LOVED this request, my mind blanked out whenever I tried writing. i hope you still like this 😭

You sit on top of Luke, naked and a big smirk on your face from teasing him. He lays beneath you, uncomfortably hard, his eyes clouded with lust while your hands trail his chest.

“Please cariño, I need to be in you so bad. Please..” Luke begged, his hands moving up to hold you, his hips bucking upwards slightly.

“Yeah? You need me? You wanna fuck me?” You lean down close to his face, your breath tickling his neck. You let out a small laugh, pressing an opened mouth kiss on his neck as he lets out a small whine.

“Sí.. sí, please..” He begged, his hands trying to pull you down unsuccessfully.

You chuckle at his desperate voice, pulling away from him to sit up. You back up, taking a hold of his length to line yourself up.

Luke groans as he slowly enters you, his fingers digging into you, trying to pull you down completely.

You let out a groan as he enters you completely, sitting on his member for a moment to get used to the intrusion. “Fuck Luke. You fill me up so well..” You murmur out, slowly rocking your hips as you get used to his size.

“Mm, cariño, please..” Luke groans out, thrusting his hips upwards trying to push into you.

“Shh, relax, be patient.” You laugh, your hands moving onto his stomach to calm him.

“Be a good boy, alright?” You ask, slowly starting to speed up the movement of your hips. You grind yourself on his dick, riding him as he tries to hold back his moans.

His hands hold your hips, and he looks up to you with lust clouded eyes. “Faster, please.” He begged, his hands trying to guide you on himself.

You laugh at his desperation, but comply anyway. You allow him to guide you, speeding up your movements and riding him faster. “God, you're so good Luke.. so so good.” You praised him softly, only causing his hips to buck up with another moan.

“Mas rapido.. Please Y/N.. faster. ”His nails dug into your skin as he thrusted into you, chasing your tight walls, but his actions were quickly stopped by you.

“Calm down, last time I checked you weren't in charge here” You grabbed his wrists, pulling them off you and pinned them against the bed.

This was a bit new to both of you, but not unliked. You weren't usually the dominant one in bed, but damn did Luke enjoy it when you were.

He loved being controlled by you, having you use him and boss him around. It added to the moment, the pleasure.

“Lo siento mi amor..” He mumbled out, forcing his hips to stay down,

You smiled as he finally calmed down, but kept his hands pinned down just to remind him who was in charge.

You grinded yourself on his length, trying to find your sweet spot with each movement. With a swift movement, his dick hit a specific spot, causing you to moan out loudly. You kept that angle, groaning out with each time you hit that one spot.

Your moans were only music to Luke's ears, each of them adding to his arousal. He groaned and whined as he struggled not to thrust up into you.

“Porfa.. please.. mas, need more..” Luke muttered out, unsure what he was even begging for. He groaned, trying to move his hands to hold you again, but you still pinned him down.

You ignored his pleas, continuing to use his dick for your own pleasure, moving your hips back and forth. You hit your spot almost every time, bringing yourself closer to the edge every time.

Luke cried out each time you moved, his dick twitching inside you. He groaned, bucking his hips upwards and trying to move his hands out your grip.

“Ay dios, I’m so close..” Luke grunted, shutting his eyes as he bit back a moan.

You finally released his hands, and he immediately put them on your body, his hands running up your thighs, holding back his moans as you rode him.

“Ya casi.. porfa.. God Y/N you feel so good.” He muttered as he felt his orgasm approach. His hands moved up your thighs and to your waist, holding you down on him.

The room filled with the erotic sounds of both your moans, and the sound of you riding him.

“Y/N.. ya, ya voy a-” With a last movement forward, and Luke bucking upwards, he finally came inside you with a moan.

“Fuck, I'm close Luke..” You groaned as he finished inside you, moving faster on him, chasing your own orgasm.

Luke whined softly as you used him, the pleasure slowly overwhelming him. His hands grabbed your hips, trying to slow you down slightly, but failed to actually stop you.

With one last movement down onto him, you hit your spot again and came onto him. You moaned out, slowly grinding yourself on his dick as you rode out your high, small praises slipping past your lips.

You panted as you came down from your high, still on Luke, his semen slowly dripping out of you. You leaned down, resting your head on his shoulder taking a breath before finally getting off of him.

“You really change when you're not the one on top huh?” You chuckle laying down next to Luke, who just blushes slightly.

“Callate mejor.” He muttered, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to him to cuddle.

You laugh and hug him back, his head nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

Taglist: @starch1ldz @jaden-reid, @the-gregster, @lover-of-books-and-tea, @eli-chris

#luke alvez #criminal minds #luke alvez x male reader #luke alvez smut #luke alvez x reader #male reader smut #luke alvez x gn!reader #luke alvez x gn reader #criminal minds x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #criminal minds x reader

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Hellooo!! Absolutely loved your needy Kunigami turning feral!! Can I request another one for Kunigami? Like one where he's all pent up and ends up overstimulating his lover and he just keeps saying: "just one more, i promise" or somethin 🙏✨️

I feel like he'd still be so dedicated to seeing his lover come, I can't imagine him being selfish.

Pairing: Kunigami Rensuke x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, overstimulation, rough sex, size difference, mild choking/breath play

A/N: He can be both feral and giving.

You angle your hips upwards, your pussy getting ready for another orgasm, as if the previous few hours haven't given you enough. Not according to Rensuke, who was still as hard as when he was when you began.

"One more time babe, come on, you're my good girl, you can give me one more." He grunted with every deep, hard thrust, slapping sounds accompanying each word, "Can you do it? Please?" His hot lips trailed the back of your neck, "For me?"

You inhaled shakily, "Yes." That wasn't a very confidant answer but then again you're not sure you were capable of using your voice much after screaming and moaning and getting praised for hours.

"So good for me. Let's make it a good one for you then." There was no questioning him when he got like this, more then determined to make you make him cream into your sensitive little hole. Knowing how sensitive your body was right now he ran his had slowly up your body, tapping with his fingers when he'd feel you jerk back, signaling you to stay still until his hand came around close to your front and wrapped around your neck.

With every thrust he squeezed his fingers a little more, making you gasp for breath while you tried to keep up, struggling but going nowhere under the might and pressure of his muscular body over yours, "Ren-" You wheezed.

"Yeah? Do it babe, let me hear you." He really liked hearing your moans, although it would be a little hard now with your voice overused and his hand on your throat, "Or maybe you want to go for a few more rounds? I can do that." He very well could have, easily. But you? You'd probably break before it was over, "Just one more orgasm from you and it's all over, hm? Won't you make it good for me?" He cooed in your ear, "Come."

All the remaining strength in your body went into that orgasm, into the panful moan you gave him as you called out his name. The only real strength you still has was in your pussy gripping, twitching, almost vibrating around Rensuke's cock, intent and determined to take all of his cum as he let go of your neck and collapsed on top of you, with a smile and heated kisses pressed upon your neck and shoulders, "Good work, you did amazing, you were amazing."

#blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #blue lock imagines #bllk x reader #bllk smut #bllk imagines #kunigami rensuke #kunigami x reader #kunigami smut #kunigami headcanons #blue lock #kunigami rensuke x reader #kunigami rensuke imagine #kunigami rensuke headcanons

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electromignion · 13 days

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Bridgewater doodles dump!! (Different characters wahoo!)

I’m sorry I’ve been away because of 🥰 university 🥰 but I have been in fact keeping on doodling Bridgewater related stuff from when I last posted to until even today! (This is an euphemism to not say I actually draw them every single day) so here’s a dump (Anne, Olivia, Vipin, Jeremy and the Legend Tripper)! (I will post my uni doodles another time these are bigger more complete doodles 🫶)

First of all here’s Anne Becker in the 1980s!! I did 1980s!Becker only once so!! Please don’t mind the fact it was quick doodles djdjjd

The one on the bottom left was how I would have pictured her working at the station, I don’t know why but I mostly picture her with long hair when she was younger and that then she cut it for a sort of pixie cut (probably after Thomas’s disappearance)

Olivia and Vipin doodles!! Wanted to try out that new sketchbook and I wanted to try something more realistic with my brush pens, and also had added more piercings to Olivia following @stillwinchester’s idea 🙏

Jeremy Bradshaw my beloved!! Wanted to draw him with something else than his usual outfit I draw him with, gotta admit, I like that one!! I think he’d defo have some shirts with that kind of motif for summer

Jeremy Bradshaw doodle, I wanted to try another outfit and face angle so yeah, drew him with eyes closed and a mothman kinda t-shirt ksksks + a Legend Tripper doodle too!! I was also trying a new outfit for her, I mean I see her as totally fashionable to be interesting to people as she has a very distinctive style, let’s just say that I LOVE designing her!!

Also, if you have any Bridgewater art idea you want me to try to picture do not hesitate!!! I will try 🫶💜

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kpforpresident · 10 months

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Please write a strap scene 🙏

Lexa bounced nervously on her heels, hands pretzeled into a sweaty mess in front of her as she glanced again at the slim silver watch on her left wrist.

She had closed the shop approximately four minutes early, two minutes ago, following what was most likely her most discombobulated and hasty shop clean up and shut down in the four years that she had owned this little flower store, tucked cozily between the tailor and her favourite little book and coffee shop combo that rounded out their teeny block in downtown Polis.

Down the tiny downtown, shop windows were slowly darkening as the sun sank in brilliant crimson and gold swatches behind the solumn gold spire of the tiny white church on top of Trikru hill, off on the south side of town

This routine was like every other night, save for one small, slightly long change. If everything went to plan, Clarke should be bounding through the front door with her spare key within the next ten minutes, under the guise of helping Lexa with some last minute prom arrangements, followed by sushi, which Lexa had picked up from the little mom and pop shop across the street during the earlier lull in harried business men coming in for last minute weekend bouquets (presumably to appease their wives before they vanished to play summer rounds of golf all weekend), and lovestruck young teenagers preparing for grad and prom.

Or so Clarke thought.

Lexa felt her cheeks burn crimson red as she felt the strap pressed against her inner thigh, where she had wrangled it down and away and hidden the conspicuous shape under one of her large, soft Polis U hoodies.

If Clarke doesn't want to do this I am going to ask the floor to swallow me up whole," Lexa thought fervently. I hope to god this is what she was angling at when she brought up she wanted to spice up our sex life.

Not quite ready to comitt to hurried sex in a queer bar bathroom or a quickie in a park, Lexa was hesitantly picking this as her first toe dip into some of the fantasies that Clarke had idly mentioned during their post sex pillow talk, combing soothing fingers through sweat soaked curls as they talked quietly into the early hours of the morning.

Clarke bounds through the door with pink cheeks and glowing eyes, tan setting off gleaming blond hair as she bounds over to Lexa for a kiss. Lexa squeaks in minor alarm as she twists her lower body away from colliding with Clarke's, not quite ready to psych herself up to revealing her secret before dinner.

Clarke gives her girlfriend a slightly confused smile but lets it slide, beelining straight for the small black minifridge that Lexa keeps tucked under the back counter and pulling out the containers of neatly decorated sushi with a triumphant crow, two bottles of golden ale in the other hand.

"I painted for twelve hours today, I'm starving."

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Clarke flops backwards onto the quilt with a satisfied sigh, stretching her arms happily over her head as Lexa fights back a small smile and gathers up the remnants of their dinner, neatly disposing of the empty containers before nudging over to join Clarke on the soft blue blanket. Tucked away on the air mattress in the back room of Lexa's shop, they are hidden out of view of the storefront, and therefore the street. The background noise from Polis has steadily dimmed over the past hour, peetering out to a murmur as the streetlights flicker on with a hum. Golden light washes over Clarke's face from the candles that Lexa had scattered on various raised surfaces over the shop, simply blushing a dark maroon in defense as she lit another taper candle.

It's now or never, Lexa thinks with a surge of adrenaline, inching closer to Clarke's reclined form as her heart beats a tattoo in her throat.

Clarke hums happily when Lexa's lips softly touch hers, tilting her head to give Lexa better access as she nips gently at her pulse point before returning to deepen the kiss. Clarke rolls onto her side as she slides a hand behind Lexa's neck to thread insistent fingers through the baby hairs at the nape of her neck, humming when Lexa presses her tongue softly at the seam of her lips.

They kiss heavily for a few minutes, both women stripping off their shirts at some point, Clarke barely missing knocking over a candle in her haste to strip Lexa of her worn tshirt. Both hands immediately reach for Lexa's chest, fingers deftly rolling pink capped nipples upon discovery that Lexa was, in fact, not wearing a bra.

Lexa can feel her heart sink to somewhere around her belly button as Clarke fluidly flips to settle on top of Lexa, Lexa's hands automatically finding a home on Clarke's hips as she inadvertently tips her head back, eyes fluttering shut as the heat emanating from between Clarke's thighs radiated onto her stomach.

"Ugh, fuck, Clarke." Lexa pants, fingers kneading into the soft skin over sharp hipbones.

The black of Clarke's pupils swallow the crystal blue of her irises as she tucks a waterfall of golden hair behind one petite ear, biting a plump bottom lip as she leans down to stamp a kiss on Lexa.

Lexa's eyes are sliding shut in preparation for contact when Clarke's lips stop a hairsbreadth away from hers.

"Lex, what is in your pants?"

Clarke's eyebrows scrunch up adorably in confusion, balancing herself lightly on Lexa's ribcage as she searches with her other hand between Lexa's legs, understanding breaking across her face all at once as Lexa can see the pieces click together in her head. As fast as the lightbulb moment clicks in her eyes, it's gone, pulled under by a wave of thick lust. Lexa can barely breathe in anticipation as Clarke slowly, surely slips a hand under Lexa's waistband, stroking a warm finger across her public bone.

"You wanna fuck in your shop, darling?" Clarke purrs as she wraps a hand around the toy, eyes sparking as she watches Lexa's face closely. Lexa can barely squeak out an affirmative, cheeks flaming bright red as Clarke wiggles down to gently pull Lexa's pants off, purring in encouragement as Lexa lifts her hips silently.

The toy, their toy, springs triumphantly from where it had been pressed against Lexa's leg, the bright neon colors muted slightly in the soft golden dim of the room.

Clarke prowls up Lexa's body with all the grace of a black panther, settling herself between Lexa's thighs momentarily while she wraps her hand around the toy that springs proudly from Lexa's groin, fastened to her with a low profile harness. Clarke lets her mouth drop open, a singular strand of saliva falling onto the toy as she fluidly strokes the wetness up and down the shaft.

What kind of sapphic witchcraft is this, Lexa wonders hazily for the millionth time as heat pulses through her groin, gaze fixed on Clarke as she lowers her mouth to the head. Lexa twines a flaxen fistful of hair gently in her fist, Clarke humming a small thanks around the toy as she gently bobs her head up and down the toy, lubricating it lazily as she continues to hold eye contact with Lexa.

What kind of in love voodoo makes it feel like this toy has become a literal extension of my clit? Has anyone ever studied this gay-ass phenomenon?

Lexa can barely choke back a moan as Clarke settles herself on top again, running the bulbous head of the toy through her wetness as she locks eyes with Lexa. Lexa can tell when the toy hits Clarke's clit, Clarke tipping her head back in a silent moan as Lexa fights every instinct to garble out a twin moan of her own.

Clarke nudges Lexa's hands back to her hips once again, reaching between her legs to align the toy with herself before slowly sinking down, an inch at a time.

Lexa can't bare to pry her eyes away as she watches the swirling purples, greens, and pinks of the toy slowly disappear within Clarke, hardly able to believe that this woman is hers.

Toy seated inside her, Clarke gently hinges forward to press herself into Lexa's sweat dappled chest. Identical sighs fall from their lips as Clarke presses their foreheads together, links Lexa's free hand into hers, and starts to move.

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"Holy Christ on a Cracker, Lex." Clarke breathes out some time later, stamping a sweaty kiss onto Lexa's forehead, who dozed off as soon as Clarke had gently wrangled her tired legs out of the harness. Still nude, Clarke strolled away to rinse the toy quickly in the back sink, stashing it in the front pocket of her work bag, wrapped tightly into a randm target bag she had found.

Lexa cracked a sleepy eye and mumbled something unintelligible before rolling over to adhere herself to Clarke, quickly loosing a sleepy sigh as her hand found a pink nipple and gently enclosed around the breast attached.

Clarke smiled softly, setting a hasty alarm on their phone to head home post nap. That done, she settled into the contours of Lexa's now, slumbering form, pulling the quilt over their sweat-cooled bodies.

"Let's fuck in the flower shop more often, Lex."

Lexa hums an affirmative before pressing a sleepy kiss into Clarke's temple, adjusting her hold before dozing off again.

#plant shop au #well there you go kids #a little bit of smut for your tuesday evening/night #even though i am probably going to queue this to post in the morning #clexa

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danses-with-dogmeat · 10 months

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🐐🌵

hancock and a trans man sole survivor having romantic, slow sex?? please please please include biting if you can i beg of u

thank u bestie 🙏 u feed me well

Awwwwwww, yes. Absolutely. Totally, I can do that. 😏

Gosh darn it though, we love sweet Hancock <3

I hope you enjoy!

NSFW below, minors please don't interact!

"Fuck sweetheart..." Hancock's voice rasped into his partner's ear, his hot breath spilling over Sole's searing skin as he gave another dizzying thrust into him.

"You don't understand how good you feel for me, baby."

Hancock felt the shudder of Sole's body against his own, and couldn't help the toothy grin that spread his ruined lips.

"John..." Sole damn near whimpered his name, the sound going straight to the ghoul's cock as he gave another slow, deep thrust.

He felt Sole's fingers tighten over his shoulders as he drove further into his tight heat, as his rough skin pressed up against Sole's flawless body, steamy and stimulating in the way he strategically angled his hips to drive pleasure into his partner's aching core.

"C'mere... Lemme taste you, Sunshine." Hancock leaned his head down on the next thrust, the remnants of his lips exploring the hollow of Sole's throat like he wanted to commit it to memory. He only pulled away to chance a glance at his partner's expression, the enchanting way Sole took his bottom lip between his teeth, his expressive eyes hidden behind tightly closed lids, his brows drawn together in pure bliss.

Hancock could watch him like this for hours and still never get enough.

Shit was somethin' else.

The ghoul shook his head at the thought, suddenly held hostage by Sole's face, by his light, sweet sounds, the all-encompassing feel of him wrapped within his wiry arms, the way his hot walls caressed his cock so lovingly, like all of him refused to let Hancock go.

"Don't stop..." Sole breathed, his eyes falling half-open, centering in on his partner above him, as Hancock's deep, midnight eyes, filled to bursting with affection for him. That raw emotion was enough to inspire an ache deep within Sole's chest that burned down to the rest of his pleasure-ridden body.

"Please, John. Don't-- don't stop loving me." He pleaded with a subtle thrust of his own hips up and into Hancock's contact.

"Fuck, never, baby." Hancock dove back in instantly, catching Sole's mouth with his, pouring desire into his tender touch as he resumed his dizzyingly slow pace, reaching as far as he could go and still not feeling close enough, not satiated enough.

"'S not possible." He moaned against him. "Gonna love you like this long as I can. Long as you can take it."

Sole's channel tightened like a vise around him, and Hancock nearly faltered, feeling his cock twitch in response to the intense stimulation. Unwittingly, Hancock's pace quickened as he felt his release building, as Sole continued to constrict his achingly hard cock.

"Ah, fuck--" Hancock hissed as a sudden pain erupted on his shoulder.

"Did, did you just bite me, Sunshine?"

The sharp pressure released instantly, and Sole began to stutter beneath him, his expression one of embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, I-I just, I don't know why..."

"Nah, baby." Hancock leaned forward, nuzzling his lips over Sole's flushed cheek, "Don't you dare apologize for somethin' like that."

Hancock's head turned swiftly, catching him in a searing kiss, stealing Sole's breath and clouding his head all at once.

"In fact," He continued as he pulled away, forehead still pressed affectionately against his partner's as he quirked one brow upwards, "Why don't you do it again?"

#1.5k event #1.5k celebration #fallout #fallout 4 #fallout companions #fallout 4 companions #fo4 hancock #john hancock #hancock #bighorner #dwd.nsfw #sole survivor #trans m!sole #the evidence of my love for ghouls can be found here #and many other places #but it was funny that I got that comment while proofreading this

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phantasmiafxndom · 1 year

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Ask time! Could I please request another tall reader pegging with Draken, Rindo and Koko? 🙏🙏🙏 The one with Mikey, Sanzu, Kazutora and Chifiyu was wonderful. Have a nice ask time!

Absolutely~ ;D (Here's the first post, for context)

. . .

Draken

While he's not the one to suggest it, Draken is at least secure in his manly pride enough to get pegged without too much of an internal crisis. If he likes it, so what? What he's not prepared for, however, is just how small he feels pinned underneath you, forced open by the plastic cock in his ass, struggling uselessly when his body jerks in response to every sharp thrust— it's a lot to take in when he's so used to always being big and strong. Being manhandled like this feels weird... but he doesn't hate it.

Rindou

He's a terrible brat about it, at first, all cocky taunts and insistence that there's nothing you could do to actually fuck him up. It's all bluffing. Having your fingers in him makes Rindou very, very nervous, and the first slow push of strap-on is a hundred times worse. You bend him back until you find an angle that makes his whole body twitch with every thrust, and Rindou quickly dissolves from his previous confidence to frantic pleas for you to slow down. He's really going to lose his mind like this, so come on—!

Kokonoi

He's somewhere between terribly flustered and terribly aroused by the idea, and hesitant to potentially let you see him get wrecked. Hajime starts out visibly tense and snapping at you to be careful, flinching whenever your fingers hit somewhere too sensitive, or the strap-on pushes in a little too fast... but all too soon, he's pinned down, legs around your waist, biting down on his hand to muffle the lewd wails fucked out of him. You hold him down so easily, and he kind of hates himself for how hot that is.

#Tokyo Revengers #TokRev #Draken #Ryuuguji Ken #Rindou #Haitani Rindou #Koko #Kokonoi Hajime #Headcanon #Reader #TokRev Canon #Lemon

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abiiors · 1 year

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george fluff PLEASE 🙏

Okay, okay, I hope this turned out how I wanted it to turn out but enjoy!!

George Daniel x female reader

Red Hearts

‘Alright, alright, you've got to sit very still for this part, okay?’ you instruct as a very sceptical George sits in front of a big mirror.

He’s currently shirtless and wearing his old sweatpants that sit so low on his hips that you’ve had to consciously keep all the thoughts at bay. Right now you have a very important task at hand.

‘And where did you get this idea again?’ he asks doubtfully.

‘Mm, Pinterest.’

‘Of course.’

You mix the dye with the brush and look at him in the mirror once again. When George agreed to let you do anything you wanted for a whole day, this was probably not what he had in mind. But now he can’t say no to your excitement.

The only catch? He has to wear a blindfold while you use his hair as your canvas.

‘I suppose I can always shave it off if I hate it,’ he mumbles more to himself but you’re quick to flick him with the brush.

‘George Daniel, you will do no such thing.’

‘Fine, fine,’ he surrenders with his hands raised and resigns himself to his fate.

He wiggles a little in place when the cold dye first touches his hair but apart from that he sits still. His fingers drum some rhythm that he’s come up with as you get to work drawing little hearts on his hair.

The first heart is a bit wonky, not exactly to your taste but you reckon with a bit of adjusting around, it would look good. It’s right at the back of his head so it’s not like he can see it. Still, as a silent apology, you press a little kiss to his neck.

‘Mmm, that is a kiss of doom,’ he laughs.

‘A kiss of doom?’

‘Yea that’s an apology kiss.’

How he figured that out is beyond you, but you are so glad he can’t see your face right now because you’re sure it’s turned just as red as the dye in your hands.

‘I have a different apology kiss?’ you ask just to divert his attention from the fact that you may have fucked up.

He swivels in his chair so that he’s facing you now but doesn’t make a move to take the blindfold off.

‘You do,’ he confirms, ‘and you have an “I want something from you” kiss, and a kiss when you’re up to something, one for when you don’t feel like doing chores,’ he lists off one by one.

‘Oh, and how could I forget,’ he brings his arms around your waist and scoots a bit closer so that his torso is pressed up to your middle. ‘You have a horny kiss and an “I love you” kiss. Those are my favourites.’

He looks so adorable as he presses his chin to your stomach and looks up at you smiling that you can’t help but place tiny kisses on his face. One on his nose, the other on his cupid’s bow and finally the last one on his lips.

It’s sweet and lingering but also just suggestive enough. It’s clear what his intentions are but you still have a task to finish. So when you straighten up he tilts his face up at you with a knowing smirk.

‘And that was a horny kiss.’

‘It was not!’ you defend but his smirk only grows bigger.

‘Whatever you say,’ he shrugs.

Instead of responding, you lean over and start painting the second heart. This position is so much better, you realise. It gives you much more stable access to his head.

Of course, he also realises that this is a much better position. For one, your boobs are now right in his face.

‘Mm, these are nice,’ he laughs as he buries his face right between them.

What a sight, you think. Shirtless George with his face buried right between your boobs while you paint little red hearts on his hair.

Just as you’d predicted, the rest of the hearts turn out much better than the first one. They are equally spaced and more or less the same size. He whines in protest when you step back to survey your work but you quickly shut him up with another kiss.

‘Alright, alright,’ you clap in excitement. ‘Do you wanna see?’

He nods and then goes to take the blindfold off while you wait with your fingers crossed. He faces the mirror again, surveys his hair from all angles and then smiles a big, goofy grin.

‘Okay, these are adorable, actually!’

‘You like them?’ you ask with barely contained glee. He turns around only to pull you closer.

‘Darling, I love them!’

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This is the reference btw, tell me he won't look adorable with this hair!

#george daniel #george daniel x reader #george daniel x you #fluff #domestic fluff #george daniel fluff #x reader #george x reader #george the 1975 #george daniel fanfic #george daniel imagine #the 1975 fic #the 1975 fanfic #hair dye #matty healy #ross macdonald #adam hann

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larabiatasstuff · 1 year

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Hey bestie, may I make a request please? Could you please write a scenario about KK3 Terry and his girlfriend where she is doing yoga? She is moving and stretching into various positions, and Terry walks in on you when your in a position, perfectly showing your flexibility. You convince him to join you, but it doesn't last long before Terry just needs to take you, right there on the yoga mat 😏 take your time bestie 🤗 love you 💚💚💚

Thank you so much for your request Bestie 🖤I'm doing my best for you 🙏Love you too 🤗

It was early afternoon when I decided to do my daily yoga workout. I got my mat and went to Terry's private gym. I put the mat on the floor and started to exercise. After fifteen minutes the door opened and Terry entered the room wearing his gi. " Hey baby what are you doing?" I was in the down dog position and looked at him between my legs. "I'm doing yoga honey. Wanna join me?" "I don't know babe I'd rather lean back and enjoy the view." he said with a wide smile. "Aww come on honey, it's really fun, there are many really relaxing positions. " I said moving into another position, stretching my arms in the air. Suddenly I felt Terry's arms around my waist. " Oh baby I also know many positions that are fun and relaxing . You look so beautiful when you work out I can't take my hands off of you. " he started kissing my neck, his hands cupping and kneading my breasts. "Honey... I'm doing my... Oh god that feels amazing." I felt Terry smile on my skin. "It really does huh? How about we're doing a little warm up first? " his hand glide into my pants rubbing slightly over my sensitive clit, his other hand still on my breast pinching my nipples. I couldn't help but moan in response. " Seeing your beautiful body in that positions and the lovely sounds you make... It's too much baby. I have to take you now." with that he turned me around and kissed me with so much lust and hunger that I had the feeling my whole body was on fire. He slowly pushed me down on the mat without breaking the kiss. When we had to break the kiss to get some air he leaned over me looking me up and down. "You're so beautiful baby. Let's find out how flexible you really are." with that he pulled my top over my head and pulled my bra down just enough to have access to my breasts,while I untied his belt and got rid of his gi jacket to reveal his muscular chest. He didn't waste time and started licking and sucking on my nipples his thigh between my legs delicately rubbing me through the fabric of my pants. The feeling was overwhelming and I felt myself getting soaking wet. "Terry please..." "What do you want baby? Tell me what you need." "You... I need to feel you Terry please take me Terry." I begged. He placed a soft kiss on my lips and look deep into my eyes. "Your wish is my command." In a blink of a moment he ripped off my pants and freed his rock hard cock. He positioned himself between my legs, entering with one hard thrust that made me gasp in surprise. "Shit baby you're feeling so good." he brings out between thrusts. I was already a mess, he hit all the right spots inside me but I felt like I needed more, to feel him deeper. "Terry please I need more, please." that's when he put my legs over his shoulders to get a better angle. "How's that baby? Is that good? You like it?" "Oh my god yes, just like that honey it feels so good. Please don't stop, I'm so close." he put his forehead against mine "Me too baby, me too. Come for me baby. Let me hear your beautiful voice." It just took a few more thrusts and I came with a loud moan. "That's it baby, just like that." Terry said before he reached his climax. "Shit honey you will be the death of me one day." I said gasping for air. Terry joined me on the floor and pulled me close to his chest. "Not my fault baby, you were the one posing in that tight pants in front of me. How could I ever say no to that perfect body of yours?" I chuckled and pulled him into a sweet kiss "Aww you're just the cutest. I love you honey." "I love you too baby."

#thomas ian griffith #sensei targaryen #terry silver #Kk3 #terry silver x reader

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homerforsure · 1 year

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I absolutely LIVE for your Hockey AU so Kidnapped Hockey Buck fic please! 🙏

Thank you! Hockey Buck is, uh, going through it a bit in this fic. It's probably going to end up being the most physical whump that I've done to date.

The shot seems to take forever to land. Pucks ring off the posts beside him and ricochet off into the room. With each miss, the man only grows more furious, his grunts of effort echoing through the space as he launches shot after shot in Buck’s direction. When it finally collides with his left hip, Buck shouts, yanking hard against the bindings holding him up to try and curl in on himself, to try and protect the rest of his vulnerable body from attack. But the only movement he can manage is a pained flinch and a dropping of his chin to his chest as he fights to catch his breath.

“Bet you wish you were done,” the man says, breathing heavily. Buck thinks he’s somewhere on the other side of the room, but he can’t be sure of anything in the dark. And when the blade of a stick slides under his chin and forces his head up, his entire body trembles.

He makes a plea that would be wordless even if his mouth wasn’t taped, full of terror and rage. A futile noise of protest that goes unheeded.

“You weren’t though, were you? Couldn’t leave well enough the fuck alone. Had to come in as the big hero. You wouldn’t even pass when your teammate had a wide open shot.”

He hits play again and Glenn and Hayley are back, giddiness in their voices as they count down the remaining minutes of the third period.

Martin: The Stars starting to get desperate now. At one point leading this game 6-1, now tied. Fighting for every inch of ice they can get as the Kings refuse to take their foot off the gas. They do get a shot on Hen Wilson, one of just four they’ve had here in the third.

Marcinko: There goes Buckley!

Martin: Eddie Diaz with a tremendous breakout pass and Buckley’s away! He’s got Panikkar with him on the wing. Gosh, that kid can fly. It’s a two on one. Panikkar’s got space on the far side.

Marcinko: Buckley can’t find an angle for a shot. Smith doing everything he can to stay in his way, but the passing lane is wide open.

Martin: Buckley looks to Panikkar. Oh he fakes the pass and Smith falls for it! Buckley shoots! He scores! 7-6 Kings!

The sound cuts off as abruptly as it started and all Buck can hear is his own panicked breath. He roars, wrapping his fingers around the stick that he’s bound to, thrashing wildly like he might be able to snap it in two. But the angles are all wrong. He has no leverage. All he does is bounce the stick off the back of his neck while his shoulders scream at the movement.

“What was that one? High glove side?” Another puck clatters on the cement floor. “Such a selfish fucking asshole. Couldn’t be happy with overtime. Couldn’t let the kid take one fucking shot.”

It was the play. Ravi knew that. They were always supposed to make the opening look too tempting to pass up and trick the defender into going for it. Take the shot while the goalie was screened.

Not that it matters. Buck would give anything now to go back and make the pass. Go back and change it all.

This time the puck explodes off the stick with ferocious accuracy. Buck hears it at the same time he feels the vulcanized rubber slam into his collarbone, cracking it in two with all the sharpness of a blade. And he screams.

Spending my birthday/vacation week writing snippets for my WIPs. List here if you want one

#hockey au #am writing #hockey!buck #birthday snips

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