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mysicklove · 12 days

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CW: sub! nanami, bondage, body worship, praise, oral sex (m! receiving), reader is sick in love n kento is adorable, more just power dyanmics then actually sex bc idk

A/N: I wrote this drabble while taking a biology quiz. girl boss. unedited like all my drabbles bc fuck it we ball

"I'm not so sure about this..."

You look up from your task, cocking your head to the side at your lover's slightly frowned face. He was lying plaint against your headboard while you were carefully tying his hands to the posts. But you immediately stop your actions and kiss his cheek. "Dont be scared, Kento. I'm not going to do anything you dont like."

Nanami slightly furrows his brows. "I like to be able to touch my lover."

You pepper another kiss to his cheek, giggling. "Well, not tonight! We are going to focus all on you and your pleasure. Relax, I promise you'll love it."

He looks away, almost pouting. Its cute, seeing the stoic man look upset at the idea of being unable to touch you. But you pay no mind to it and instead continue to tie his wrists up.

When you're happy with the result, you glance down at the blond and see him staring at you, blinking, and waiting. He was wearing just his boxers, chest completely bare, and his cock half hard. You run your fingers up his chest, swirling the nipples that makes him slightly jump. You've trained him to be sensitive there; it was cute.

"Should I also tie your legs to each post?" you muse out loud, looking behind you. "Keep you from trying to close your legs…"

To this, he blushes. It's subtle, but it turns his cheeks a deep pink, and his eyes seem to glance everywhere but you. The idea of him being forced to be so exposed was incredibly embarrassing to the man. So he gulps and says, "Please don't tease me anymore. It's not fair."

You let out a giggle, pressing another kiss to his jaw, and he swallows, furrowing his eyebrow. "You are so cute, Kento; I could just eat you up."

He is used to be talking to this like he was some sort of pet, and so he doesn't bat an eye. "I don't understand what you find appealing about all of this."

You stare at your lips, eyes glazed with lust, before smiling softly at him. Distracted by the hunger on your face, Nanami fails to notice the hand that trailed down to where his boxers lay. You trace the outline of his cock, and he hisses out in surprise, mouth slightly open.

"It's fun to see you like this," you muse out loud, brushing back his blond hair with your other hand. "And besides," you grip at his cock, hard and throbbing behind the black fabric, "you find it just as appealing as I do, hmm?"

To this, he stays silent, but the tips of his ears burn red. He does like it more than he should. He likes the purr of your voice, the hunger in your eyes, the way you made him feel like he was your pet. It made him feel desired, and with that, arousal pooled deep inside him.

You slide off of his boxers, and his cock immediately flops against his abdomen, letting out a lewd plap sound. It was red and pulsing, pre beginning to bead at the tip. Nanami shifts in his restraints, unable to stay still under your watchful gaze.

You were fully clothed, and he was completely bare in front of you. No matter how long the two of you have been lovers, he will never grow out of this embarrassment of being nude in front of you.

But you don't seem to mind; in fact, you encourage it. Your tongue drags along his V line up to the top of his abs, staring at him the entire time. His whole body racks with shivers, and his cock twitches pathetically with the lack of attention.

"You are so pretty," you sigh like you haven't said it to him at least a million times already. "It's almost unfair how good you look, Kento."

You press a kiss to the tip of his cock, as if it was simply just another body part to praise. He jumps, hips trying to buck into your mouth instinctually. He immediately wishes he that he could hid his face in shame when you laugh at his reaction.

"Please don't say such ridiculous things," he manages to recover, "You praise me too highly."

You rest your face on his thigh, nearly inches from his groin, and use your hand to play with his cock lazily like a cat toying with its prey. Tracing along it and watching it bobble back and forth, ignoring the way the blonde's body jerks with the small stimulation.

You peer up at him, looking at the red hue of his face and smiling at him. "No, I don't think so. You know I don't spew meaningless things, especially to someone like you."

Your eyes go back to his cock, watching another glob of pre dribble down the base. You barely were touching the thing, but the gentle movements seemed to be driving him insane. How cute.

"I guess I'll have to show you how much I seem to worship you," you sigh, and without much hesitation, your lips wrap around the shaft. The ropes pull at the headboard, and Kento lets out a string of curses, pulling a laugh from deep in your throat and a moan from him.

#mello.writes #sub nanami #nanami smut #sub jjk #jjk x reader #nanami x reader #nanami x reader smut #sub! nanami kento #sub nanami kento #nanami kento smut #jjk smut

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scarafvcker · 7 months

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“i’ve got you” — A HALLOWEEN SPECIAL!! 👻🎃

synopsis: scaramouche couldn’t care less if he got fired (i.e. he fucks you while working as a scare actor)

cw: exhibitionism, little to no prep, creampie, overstimulation, predator/prey, voice kink, finger sucking, hickeys, lots of biting, pet names(bunny, baby), gn!reader

word count: 1400+

a/n: HAPPY HALLOWEEN GUYS!! genuinely tho idk why they started getting wild at the end 😨 i just blinked and all of a sudden i heard barking and growling and panting and

running through the claustrophobically narrow and dimly lit halls, you kept one hand grazing against the scratchy surface of the wall beside you to keep yourself stable. the sound of thumping behind you drew farther and farther as you hid in one of the rooms lining each side of the hallway. taking a quick glance around, you hoisted yourself onto the top of the fireplace right beside the door. the room was quiet save for the screams you could hear from outside the building, giving you a short chance to calm yourself and regain your bearings.

but from atop the fireplace, you could hear the quiet rattling from below, the sound causing your heart to quicken once again. you watched from above as a figure crawled out of the fireplace, their back towards you as they slowly stood up and turned their head from side to side. you quickly yet quietly shifted your legs off the fireplace before jumping at the figure, pushing them to the side as you drop to your knees and turn to crawl through the fireplace like they had done.

"ah, ah, ah.." the figure cooed, dropping to their knees to grab you by your waist, "not so fast, little bunny." their cold fingers managed to slip under your shirt, meeting your skin as they pulled you out of the fireplace. “you’re certainly a skittish one, aren’t you?” they chuckled deeply, a rush of heat flowing over your entire body, “no worries.” they lean in, their chest pushed against your back as they pin you to the floor and whisper into your ear, “i’ve got you.”

you try desperately to stifle the soft whimper that pulls itself from your lips as their warm breath tickles your ear and neck. their long and slender fingers snake down your sides until they rest at the waistband of your shorts and you could hear them let out a lustful groan, “bunny, what did i say about wearing shorts? it’s too cold out for them. look at you, you’re shivering.”

you want to open your mouth, to bite back, to reply with a sassy remark but as their cold hands grab at your waist again, you let out a soft squeak. “you’re not helping, y’know—your hands are so cold,” you huff.

“is that so? then allow me to fix that,” they chuckle, slowly moving one hand up your body as the cold tips of their fingers ghost over your skin before stopping right in front of your mouth. “warm my fingers up with that cute mouth of yours,” they chuckle once again, their cold fingers pushing its way into your mouth, “good bunny.”

you moan against their fingers, your tongue swirling over every inch of their skin and dipping in between each one to coat every surface in your saliva. the figure groaned at the feeling, taking their free hand to lift up their mask. as they kiss your jaw and neck, you catch a glimpse of their familiar face and subconsciously begin sucking their fingers with fervor. tossing the mask to the side, scaramouche hums idly as he sucks and licks your neck, leaving a couple of light red marks onto your skin. his free hand runs all over your body, groping every inch he could reach and pushing the fabric of your shirt up ever so slightly with each movement.

his fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts, pushing them down along with your underwear. you let out a quiet gasp as you felt the cold night air meet your newly exposed ass. his fingers pushed into your tongue as he grumbled, “quiet. you don’t want people hearing us, right?” as you shook your head, he slipped his fingers out of your mouth and brought them down to ghost right over your hole.

you pushed back against his hand, begging quietly, “please, scara.. need your cock..”

“so needy already, huh? no worries, i’ve got you—i’ll always make sure my baby is satisfied,” he pushes aside the robe he was wearing, shoving his boxers down his thighs while his other hand wrapped around his hard cock. he used your saliva to lube his cock while using his free hand to press into your back slightly, making you arch just enough for him to have access to your hole. he spits onto you, smirking as you squirm at the feeling of his warm saliva slipping into your twitching hole while he brings his cock to you. rubbing himself against you, the tip manages to catch onto your hole with each stroke.

“please fuck me already,” you whisper, your hands shooting up to cover your mouth when he begins to push himself inside. the stretch is nearly unbearable but with how he groans behind you, you push your hips back in order to take more of him in.

he scoffs and pushes himself in until his hips are flush against your ass, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he bottoms out. his hands push into your back, making you arch some more as he starts fucking you with slow and deep thrusts. “fuck, baby.. so damn tight,” he grunts, pulling his cock out to the tip before slowly pushing back in until his hips meet yours with a soft slap.

with each thrust, your mind seems to numb until you’re moaning and gasping under him. he smirks at the sight of you getting fucked out on his cock, leaning down to rest his chest on your back. a hand grazes over your hair, pushing the strands away from your sweaty face so he can see that flushed and fucked out expression you wear. his hips move faster on their own, his teeth sink into your shoulder, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.. he loses himself in the moment—uncaring of the chatting from just outside the window, uncaring of the footsteps just outside the door, uncaring of the screams just down the hallway. the only thing he cared about right now was right in front of him—your tight little hole wrapped around his cock, the muffled moans you were trying your best to hide, the slapping of his hips on yours..

he knew he was gonna be fired after this but he just couldn’t help himself, his dick twitching and throbbing deep inside of you and his balls swelling and slapping against your skin. he lets out grunts and groans, his sounds getting louder and louder in your ear as he slowly fucks himself closer and closer to that amazing release. the sound alone causes your hole to throb and clench around him which earns a strained laugh from him, his chest vibrating against your back. he cuts himself off with a groan, biting into your shoulder harder when you clench impossibly hard around him.

you bite into your fist, trying your best to stifle the lewd gasp and whine that leave your mouth as you cum. scaramouche fucks into you faster than before, letting you ride out your high as he chases after his own. his sloppy thrusts seem to get louder and louder until the rhythmic slapping finally stops with one final thrust. he groans loudly, his voice strained and his vision blurred as he spills his cum deep inside of your twitching hole but he doesn’t pull out.

his hips halted for only a few seconds before picking up the pace again, leaving you to gasp and whine under him at the overstimulation. “scara!! too much,” you manage to speak through ragged breaths, your hands on his hips as you weakly try to push him away.

“no.. no, you can take it..” he grumbles, his voice raspy and laced with some animalistic desire that made you start fucking yourself back onto his cock, “let me fuck you, bunny. shit, you feel so damn good. can’t help myself around you.” he was fucking you with so much intensity, your stomach forming knots again and again with every thrust of his cock slamming deep into you. “yeah, that’s it—take it..” his voice seemed to get deeper and raspier as he continued fucking you, as if possessed by some sex-crazed animalistic demon, “take it, take it, take it.. take it, fucking take it!” with one last thrust, the two of you came together—your moans matching up perfectly as his hot cum filled you up once more.

only after he got a text from his boss did he finally pull out of you, not caring enough to check the message as he opens his camera and records you subconsciously pushing his cum out of your gaping, twitching hole.

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wandasfifthwife · 1 month

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your jealousy is showing (on me)✩‧₊˚

—> hockey player/coach!wanda x afab!reader

tw || SMUT MDNI, top wanda x bottom reader, dom/sub dynamics, established relationship, jealous wanda, exhibition (janitor closet), marking/impact play (hickeys, bruises, thigh spanking), fingering (r receiving), r gets hit on but is oblivious, tyler mention!, reader is said to be wearing a dress, person who hits on r sees the two of them, not proofread!

a/n || in such a slut for this woman. so sorry if my writing is nastier than coconut, idk how I feel about it haha but I hope you enjoy bc this made me hot and bothered tbh

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Practice has been going well, better even. There’s been an increase in number since people started to find out that wanda has experience on the ice as a player on a professional team. The stands have become packed, families and friends taking up every corner, a completely contrast from before. You remember the days when you first came with your nephew, sitting and having a seven feet distance from another person. Tyler’s since graduated from wanda’s class, now attending another with a different coach.

It was a sad day for him, hugging your girlfriend tight and exclaiming how he wishes to have her as a coach for every class. She had laughed, resting a hand on his back and reassured him that she’ll attend his other classes. She even went as far as to mention private classes, saying they can spend time together on the ice. A smile had come upon your face as you watched the two interact, thankful your nephew is able to have such a wonderful relation with his coach, your girlfriend.

Since then you’ve been attending his classes with Wanda. You can’t help yourself, curling a hand through her arm to hold her close. You complain that it’s the cold, but you both know it’s a shit excuse. Regardless, she’s never going to turn you down, if anything she’s pulling you tighter and pressing a kiss to your head.

“He’s improved a lot. Lately he’s been practicing outside his house with some friends on the street.”

“That’s probably the only reason why he’s able to skate in a straight row now. Do you think he’ll continue to play?”

“I think so. It’s all he talks about, but of course we can’t say definitive terms. He could fall out of love with it in a year and choose like baseball.”

“If he were to choose another sport it’d be football, not baseball. His favorite part of hockey is running into others, he forgets there’s an actual game going on.”

You stifle a laugh, “he’s trying.”

He proved Wanda’s words to be correct because the next second he’s slamming into one of the team members, pummeling the two into the wall. The coach had come to talk to you after, seeking you where you stood by the concession stand. You had a hand on Wanda’s arm, informing her of where you’ll be.

You were paying for the snack, thanking the person behind the counter. He had stood behind you just out of your line of sight, so just enough that you ran into him when turning around. His shirt smelled of sweat and his cologne, a lot of his cologne, so much so it overwhelmed you.

“Hey, you’re tyler’s mom, right?”

“No, just his aunt.”

“My bad. Sorry that was terribly rude of me, I was going to say you look good for your age.”

“Thank you, that’s very kind.”

“Of course,” he flashes a smile, leaning onto one of the tables beside him, “I’ve notice how often you come, it’s great that you’re supporting him like this. Most kid’s don’t have such a supportive aunt.”

“I try. My brother and his wife are busy, so I take over. He’s means well but he’s still a young teen.”

“Yes. He’s nothing new. A lot of teens enjoy the physical aspect to the game, it’s normal for them to be competitive even with each other.”

A few minutes have gone by, enough time for concern to begin swirling through Wanda’s mind. She’s relieved to see you’ve not gone missing and that you’re all in one piece, standing only a few feet from her.

“That’s my coach,” Tyler starts, seeing how Wanda’s attention was directed at the tow of you.

“I know,” she deadpans, turning her attention back on your nephew, “finish untying your shoes.”

“I know,” he mimics, tone lowering to frustrate her further.

You’re walking back over with a grin plastered on your face. Tyler’s already grabbing at the drink you got, pulling it from your hands to open it already.

“Just talked with your new coach, Tyler. It seems you have a track record with finding amazing coaches.”

Already Wanda didn’t like him. She kept quiet about her disdain, knowing how important it was to you that Tyler doesn’t come to contact with a terrible one as you had.

It grew difficult. Each practice he always seemed to find you, drawing out a long conversation with you. Usually it’s fine, as a coach herself she understands the important of keeping up with the families, but this was excessive. The constant parade of compliments directed at you were unnecessary. He wouldn’t really care to talk to Tyler, and as far as she knew, Wanda didn’t exist around him. He’s either dumb, or he’s choosing to be ignorant towards the intimacy between you two.

What brought her to the edge was when he began to touch you, a hand on your shoulder or the back of your waist. It was in moments where it could’ve been excused; done to either move you out of the way or make sure you don’t trip.

You were sweet, engaging in a conversation he had started yet again down at the end of the bleachers. Wanda had her attention set on Tyler skating around before practice, eyes flickering to where the two of you stood every minute.

“I have a conference this weekend and we’re allowed to bring a plus one. Would you be interested in joining me?”

“Oh. I already have someone that I’m going with. So I won’t be going with you, but I will see you there.”

He looks disappointed, eyes shooting to meet Wanda’s, “I’ll see you there then.”

Wanda doesn’t like that man.

You walk up the stairs all sweet-like, sitting beside her and placing a kiss to her cheek, “when’s that coach award event again?”

“Saturday, 7PM.”

You hum, leaning your head on her shoulder, “you better win an award.”

“If not, I have you.”

An elbow shoves into her side, “you’re such a sap.”

“No, I just love you,” she murmurs, pressing her lips against yours, feeling like she’s won when she catches the coach looking. She had hoped the soft public display of affection would be enough of a sign to back off, but it wasn’t.

The weekend came soon enough. Wanda standing by the door with her keys in hand as she waits for you to join her.

“Beautiful,” she says when you step down, opening the door for you.

“I hope you win one award, that would be amazing.”

“It would look great for my public imagine,”she laughs at the look you give her, “you know I don’t care about that, love.”She gives your thigh a squeeze before backing the car out of her apartment complex.

She should’ve known he’d be stuck to you most of the night. Wanda tries to engage in the conversation, but he tunes her out, keeping his attention on you. Ever so sweet you try to include her, smiling back at her but this time it’s not enough to quell how she’s feeling.

“Hey Micheal, can you go grab her another drink?”

“Wanda, I can’t—“

She shuts you up by pinching at your waist, cutting your sentence off. He looks mildly annoyed, “sure.”Once he’s turned around, she’s guiding you out of the room.

“Wanda there’s only like sixteen minutes until the ceremony—“ your mouth goes numb when you realize where she’s walking you towards. There’s a closet at the end of the hall, tiny and small as its only purpose is to hold supplies for the janitors. Tonight it will be used for another matter.

“That’s enough time,” she says lowly, shutting the door behind her, enclosing the two of you in darkness.

She’s lifting you with her hands under your thighs, dropping you down onto the extra school desk stored away in the room. Her body’s leans into you, hands on either side of your body as she kisses you passionately. They turn messy, trailing from the corner of your lips to end up on the bottom side of your neck. You gasp when she bites down, a hand reaching to push at her chest.

“Wan—wait.”

She doesn’t listen, too focused on making your neck show an array of purple marks. You whine, squirming in her hold as she leaves one after the other, stopping only on areas that you’re sensitive to. She’s severely quiet, attentive to every heavy breath and sound coming from you. You’re weak, arms wrapped around her neck, head pressed into the wall behind you. You’ve completely given up control, neck tilted back to give her more room.

“Oh—” you shiver when she moves towards the spot behind your neck. Your reaction gave her another reason to press her lips against it, nipping at the skin there.

Her ministrations leave you wet, your hips grind down onto the desk below you to try to seek relief. Wanda coos, cold fingers sliding under your dress, finding the wetness between your thighs. You cry out when she thrusts two in, pushing through your tight walls. It’s intoxicating, the wet sounds filling the room, turning you on even more.

“Ah! Wands—you—“

She’s shushing you, lips on yours to keep you quiet. Her fingers are splitting you open, angling perfectly towards the spot that makes your back arch. Her thumb catches onto your clit with each thrust, brushing perfectly to make you see white. You weave your fingers into her hair, moaning into her mouth when she bites at your bottom lip.

You’ve completely forgotten about the event, and most importantly, Michael. You’re clenching onto her finger, arousal covering her hand and dripping onto the wood below you. You choke on a moan when she’s guiding you to lift your left foot onto the desk, the position spreading you open to allow her fingers to push deeper. The bottom of your dress slips up, clothing pooling around your waist. You feel your orgasm build, a series of whimpers spilling from you.

“Fucking say my name when you come,” she demands, holding back moan when she hears your strangled whine after she brought her hand down onto your thigh. The way your cunt squeezes around her fingers then makes her weak.

“Like that?”

She’s cocky, hand coming down harder on that same spot.

“ah! wands please—“

Your body jerks after her fifth slap, mouth dropping open in a silent scream. She nuzzles against your head resting on her shoulder. You relaxed into her hole, breathing heavily as you come down from your high.

It was fine until wanda carried you into the bathrooms to clean off and you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, easily spotting the splotches painting your neck.

You leaned over the sink to get a better view, eyes snapping between the marks; the one by your ear, another under the strap of your dress, one more at the base of your neck. You weren’t aware of the severity of her actions in the moment, your mind was too busy trying to deal with the fuzziness spreading throughout your body.

“Was that okay,” she asks from where she stands by the entrance.

“Very,” you mumble, looking back to her with a smile.

“Hey, I want to apologize. I knew something was wrong,” you say, grabbing a paper towel from the machine, “he was a jerk to you. Like just earlier he wasn’t letting you get a word in, but I really just thought he was being nice at first.”

“You’re fine, love.”

You wet the towel, rubbing warm water over the cloth to get it wet, “you say that but I still feel bad.”

She crosses the room to grab at your wrist after seeing what you were doing, “why’re you trying to rub the marks off?”

“Because?”

She raises an eyebrow, “because? What?”

“This is your event, I don’t want you to loose your job over me.”

“I won’t,” she tosses the towel away, “I knew what I was doing when I gave you those.”

“But the staff—“

“There’s enough of them screwing around.”

“Oh.”

She huffs, hooking a finger under the hem of your dress, drawing it up your thigh until the red, swollen marks on your thighs from where she was aiming her hand earlier begin to show. You hate how affected you get by the sight of them, thighs squeezing together.

You were only meant to be gone for ten minutes. That was the original goal, but she began to fold with how you were looking at her. Your eyes were dark, locking onto hers from within the mirror. She had you pinned to the counter in seconds, forcing you to watch how easily you melt under her touch.

Footsteps echoed throughout the hallway, getting closer to where the two of you stood. You had begun to push back, mumbles on how she needs to stop so they don’t get caught, but it’s like she knew. You caught on later, realizing it was Micheal by the sound of his voice calling out to you.

“Wanda, he—“

She’s slapping a hand over your mouth, pulling you back against her chest. You look over your shoulder, finding Micheal freeze after entering into the room. Wanda had you in a position only he could dream of. He was like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing as he processed what he was looking at. The marks on your body, eyes glossy and faraway even as you look in his direction. The muscles in Wanda’s arm flex as she presses her hand tighter against your mouth. You’re absolutely dripping, excitement pooling from the behavior this man was bringing out of her.

“I was worried… but I see you’re.. okay.”

“I see you’ve met my girlfriend, Micheal?”

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seresinhangmanjake · 6 months

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The One I Want: Part 6

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x plus size!reader

Summary: You’re new in town and some guy named Jake is about to be your roommate. Being skeptical of new people keeps you lonely and uninterested in any entanglements, but Jake is desperate to change that.

Notes/Warnings: mentions of physical abuse. probably cursing, but idk. insecurity and vulnerability. I'm sure there are typos.

Words: 2825

The One I Want Masterlist

Jake’s eyebrows pinch in confusion at the shifting expression on your face, then he follows your line of sight over his shoulder. Though he’s still yards away from you, you hear the soft ‘damn it’ that leaves his mouth. He’s out of his seat in the next half-second, Rooster quickly joining him.

“How is she here?” Jake asks as you ease behind him.

“I have no idea,” Bradley says.

Sifting his hand through his hair, Jake curses again as if the woman making her way toward the group is a ticking bomb they’re running out of time to dismantle. “Can you and Millie take her back to the apartment?”

“Your girl?”

“Yes. I don’t know what Brit will say, but I don’t want it directed at her. When Brit realizes she’s my roommate—”

Rooster nods. “Enough said.”

“Thank you.” Jake whips around and his head jerks back in surprise—his mouth parts. A new shade appears to travel up his neck to his cheeks, but the pinkish hue could easily be mistaken for the fiery glow of the bonfire reflecting off his skin. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Just a minute,” you say. “Who is she?”

Nat and Bob pull up on either side of you and you notice how all sets of eyes are glued to the woman who is still too far away to identify properly. Though, despite her distance and that you’d asked Jake for confirmation, she’s no mystery to you. She’s undoubtedly the woman from the gift shop. What you don’t understand is the intensity of everyone's reactions.

Nat crosses her arms and with a frown, says, “Jake, how does she know you’re here?”

It’s a question that goes unanswered, but you suspect it’s not one that has an answer. They’re all shocked; no one pilot more or less confused than another.

Ignoring both your question and Nat’s, Jake places his hands on your forearms to regain your attention. “Rooster and Millie are going to take you back to our place, alright?”

“Jake, why—”

“I just need to deal with this,” he interrupts, a barely detectable plea hidden within his tone. “I’ll get rid of her and then I’ll be home.”

Your breath catches at his wording. Get rid of her. You suddenly don’t care about the irritation swirling around the group or the stress on Jake’s face. Time slows. You’re shot back to a life you’ve been trying to forget. A life that had you so often discarded you'd learned to rid people of yourself before they could do it for you.

“Does she deserve to be gotten rid of, Jake?” you ask, just above a whisper, for him and only him.

He flinches as if you slapped him, but he doesn't release you, and a bulge briefly forms in his throat before, bit by bit, the hurt infects the features of his face. He looks down to where his fingers are wrapped around your arms and squeezes, so light and gentle that were you not sensitive in the moment--hyperaware of every movement and sound--you wouldn't have felt it.

His hands slide down to your fingers, the pads of his fingertips resting under yours, his thumb grazing along the nail of your index finger. When his eyes flick up to yours, he says, “I’ll explain later."

The woman is close enough now that you can see the harsh scrutiny in her gaze as she looks you up and down. It morphs into a glare when she notices Jake’s hands on you, and she picks up in speed.

“If we’re going, it needs to be now,” Rooster says. “Baby,” he calls out for Millie, “We gotta go.”

She leaps up and rushes over to take his hand. The smile she directs at you is forced. “I was gettin’ tired anyway.”

—

Rooster and Millie drop you off with matching tense faces that look misplaced on both of them; appearing so odd you can’t help but stare hard at the crease in Rooster’s brow reflecting back at you in the rearview mirror. Despite only getting to know these people tonight, you suspect the mood filling this car is uncommon, especially when these two are within a foot and a half of one another while their hands are clasped and resting on the center armrest.

“Jake will be back soon,” Rooster says as you exit the vehicle.

Then Millie adds a syrupy sweet, “I loved meetin’ you. If you ever wanna get together, let me know. I could use another friend in this town.”

Momentarily, you forget Jake in favor of the redhead smiling at you through the rolled-down passenger window. You could use another friend, too. Someone who isn’t so perfectly formed from the outside world's perspective. Someone who might be able to understand you.

“I’d like that,” you reply.

Rooster waits until you’re through the door of the building before peeling out of the lot and back down the street.

When you make it into the apartment, you’re not entirely sure what to do. Everything you could do to distract yourself, whether it be cleaning or reading or watching TV, you won’t be able to put any heart into. They’d be useless distractions. You opt instead to take a seat on the couch and wait. But then the waiting grows boring, so you start to think.

Get rid of her. Get rid of her. Get rid of her.

There’s a layer of bitterness coating the roof of your mouth that you can’t swallow.

You just started settling into the idea that Jake could be different—good. His heart isn’t something he appeared to hide from you and the more time you spend around him, the more honest you’ve sensed him to be. Your resistance has yet to deter or turn him sour. Regardless of how you act, he still smiles at you every morning. He still makes you coffee and picks you up from work and wants you to spend time with his friends. He tries to integrate you into his life, but now you’re not sure for what purpose if this is how he views women. Disposable.

You can feel it begin to crush you from all sides as you imagine the day Jake will look at you differently. The way he looked at her.

Jake is worn down when he enters the apartment and finds you on the living room couch, your spine locked pin-straight. His eyes have lost their light, there is potentially a new fine wrinkle across his forehead, and his lips are pulled so tight they almost disappear. He’s so altered from the happy man of an hour ago. In fairness, you are as well.

When he sees you, Jake smiles softly, weakly. It doesn’t reach his eyes. “You alright?” he asks.

You hadn’t considered a plan for addressing the event Jake didn’t allow you to witness, so it is your unprocessed emotions from the last hour that have you ignoring his question in favor of fueling what next comes out of your mouth. “She’s your girlfriend, isn’t she?”

Jake’s brow pinches as he crosses his arms. There’s no anger behind it; almost disappointment that you’ve reached such a conclusion. “What makes you say that?”

“I saw the mug in the trash. She got it at the gift shop where I work. A shirt, too, that matches.”

The strain of his shoulders releases and his head falls back a bit, like that knowledge was the very last thing he needed you to have. “Fuck,” he groans, straightening his neck. “Of all the goddamn shops in this town…” His head shakes, then his eyes lock onto yours. “She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Was your girlfriend.”

“Not that either. She’s just…She lived here. Before you.”

Your hands tighten into fists that lightly press into the couch cushions. “Did you kick her out?”

“Not exactly,” he says. “She was month-to-month, and the month was up.”

“That doesn’t explain the mug, or the shirt.”

Your words are spewing so fast, every held in question breaking out, and you don’t dare stop yourself. You need to know if you’re correct. You need the explanation he promised you to confirm your suspicions. You need it.

“You were sleeping with her, right?” You ask, though you’re already positive that’s what birthed the issues between him and that woman. “You slept with her and now she has feelings for you so you won’t let her stay here anymore…Right?”

The hurtful look that you’d caused at the beach reforms on his face, and it’s a deep stab into your chest, a mix of frustration and regret. “It’s more complicated than that.”

“Sounds simple to me,” you snap. “Is this what you do? You sleep with women until it’s no longer convenient for you?”

“No! God, no. It’s not like this is my thing. She lived here and we got involved for three months. That was it,” he explains in a rush. “It wasn’t ever going to be anything more than sex, not to me, and when she realized that, she lost her shit, Ok? Broke things. Threw things. Hit me. I couldn’t let her stay here forever. I’m not some heartless dick, it just got out of hand.”

When he’s done, his chest is rising and falling like a man just off a five-mile run. He swallows hard, dragging a hand down his face in the silence that follows.

It’s not a silence you know how to break. It’s a silence that demands you feel the full force of that stab wound in your chest, now shoved deep enough into your body to slice you right down the middle. Frustration is gone, easily overpowered by regret.

In a matter of ten seconds, Jake flipped over everything you had prematurely decided about the story between him and the woman. When you saw how she looked at you tonight and heard what Jake said, you thought you identified with her, that you’ve felt what she feels, that only you could see a swirling well of pain under her layer of anger. But as Jake stands before you, exhausted and desperate for you to understand, you realize you never considered that it’s with him you identify. Maybe it’s why pushing him away is much harder than anyone from your past. Maybe it’s why you want to believe he is good and genuine and kind. And maybe it’s why you’re realizing with each passing day that if you leave this town, you might not get away without also leaving a bit of yourself behind. Over the past months, you have—by subconscious mind or soul—connected with Jake Seresin through the pain you didn’t even know he’d faced.

Jake steps around one of the chairs opposite the couch and his body falls into it like a ragdoll.

“Does–” you begin, testing your voice. It’s meeker than you would like. “Does your team know what she did? Is that why they were so bothered when she showed up tonight? Everyone went into hyper-defense mode.”

He sits up, more at ease now that you’ve let go of your accusations. “They know she gave me trouble. They don’t know she would smack me or break my shit whenever I refused to treat her like my girlfriend.”

“Why?”

“If I told them while it was going on, they would’ve been pissed that I was letting her stay for a couple more weeks. They would’ve shown up at my door with a net to toss over her and drag her out,” he says, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. His hands clasp and one thumb runs back and forth over the other. “And I don’t tell them now because, even though it's over, the lecture would last days.”

“With everything she was doing, didn’t you want her out as soon as possible?”

“Of course I did, but she didn’t have anywhere to go yet,” he says. “Eventually, I found her a place and paid for six months in advance. She’s got about three more months before she has to take over the lease.”

As he speaks, a dash of hypocrisy weasels its way into your system. A defensiveness that you’ve never used to protect yourself instantly latches on to Jake.

You want him to tell his friends about what he’s been through, though you refuse to toss him the measliest crumbs from your own story. You want to explain to him that he shouldn’t have sacrificed himself in his effort to remove that woman from his life, while also ignoring the fact that self-sacrifice is the only option you’ve ever chosen. You want him to tell you everything he’s ever felt so he can remove the boulder from his back, as long as he doesn’t request the same of you. But you know Jake doesn’t work that way. With a given inch, he goes for a mile, and you can’t risk that.

“Does she bother you often?” you ask.

“There are days when she shows up out of nowhere, not unlike tonight, either pissed off all over again about everything that went down,” he nudges his head in the direction of the trash can, “or sickeningly sweet and asking to come back with gifts in hand.”

From that alone, you know Jake Seresin is stronger than you. He stands firm in one place despite the chaos that sporadically comes and goes from his life. He stakes his claim, choosing to remove the problem rather than consider that he is the problem and must be the one removed. But you can see, no matter how strong, it takes its toll on him.

What comes over you next, you’re not quick enough to stop. You stand and find a new seat on the glass coffee table across from him, not fighting the closeness that gives your knees no choice but to be tucked between his. When your touch lands atop his clasped hands, they immediately untangle and, much like your legs, your hand becomes encased. Were you with anyone else, you’d feel trapped, one step away from prisoner. But here, now, with Jake, your body isn’t pulling away.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

Though his head is lowered, he nods and you catch a hint of his half-hearted smile. Then he flips his hand so your palm is face-down on his, and with his other hand traces the edges of your fingers, from thumb to pinky and back. You try to ignore the zips and tingles that shoot up your arm from his soft motions. You fail.

“Jake, why do you even bother with a roommate? I know you can afford this place on your own.”

“I don’t like to be alone,” he says, still lazily running his touch up and down the curves of your fingers.

“How come?”

That finger ceases its gentle tracing and he looks up. He’s suddenly much closer. Less inches remain between your nose and his, your eyes and his, your lips and his. “How about this…” His breath holds a heat that brushes your cheeks. “I tell you something; you tell me something.”

When you instinctively lean back a few inches, you swear he moves forward, like a magnet chasing after its partner. Your hand starts to slip and his palm shifts so his fingers can curl up through the spaces between yours.

“Like what?” you ask.

“Something about you.”

His eyes hold yours, that increasingly intoxicating shade of mossy green unwavering. His touch seems to extend past the warmth of his grasp, now flowing through you from head to toe.

“What do you want?” you let out an awkward chuckle to distract yourself, and hopefully Jake as well, from the heat flushing your cheeks. “My favorite color?”

“Your favorite color is green,” he says. “I want to know something more than that, if you’re willing to share it.”

You search for any meaning behind what he says other than the one you know he’s after. He doesn’t just want something more, he wants something that means more. Something deeper that will put a crack in your shell. Something that will bring you closer to him.

To your surprise, it’s not a thought you immediately banish. Giving him more would, in theory, aid the budding connection you're not sure you want to break. But what you have to give might very well break that connection anyway. It could bring him a clarity you’d rather he not have as to why you are the way you are. If your story is too much for him to accept without altering how he sees you, you will pack up and leave solely for the escape, to avoid witnessing the rapid change of his treatment of you. And whatever he has to share in exchange couldn’t possibly have you viewing him as negatively as he might view you.

“It’s a fair trade, don’t you think?” he says, “So, what do you say?”

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A/N: Sorry if your favorite color isn’t green. I just picked one.

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worldlxvlys · 5 months

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the fic u wrote called “use me” WAS SO GOOD OMG. you should write smth where chris is sub and the reader overstimulates him (like he cums like 6 times & he's crying & has to use there safe word) it’s kind of a similar request to the one u already did but idk maybe u could creative w it and do other stuff then like just head and riding. this is so aggressive but idc im a SLUT for sub chris & overstimulation.

pepsi

dwb! chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: ummm this is straight filth so don’t read if you don’t want to , oral (male receiving), p in v, overstimulation, use of vibrator , use of wrist tie, use of safe word

dwb! chris masterlist

thanks for the request !! hope you like <333

I LOVE SUB CHRIS I LOVE SUB CHRIS I LOVE SUB CHRIS !!

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“you’re so needy tonight, baby” i said to chris, who kept rubbing his bulge against me.

“really need you to fuck the shit out of me ma” he said as planted kisses down his chest.

“you sure ? cause if you want, i can get that bitch whose hands are always on you” i said in a firm, annoyed tone.

“she’s just a customer princess, no one fucks me like you do”

“i know” i said, looking meeting his lust-filled gaze.

eagerly, we quickly helped each other out of our clothes.

“wanna try something new?” i asked, remembering that i had received a new toy in the mail earlier.

“always, baby” with that, i reached into my nightstand grabbing a vibrator and a wrist tie.

when he saw this, his eyes widened. “am i tying you up baby?” he asked.

“nope, i’m tying you up. unless you don’t want me to?”

“of course i do baby, love when you take control” with that i tied his hands together, behind his back.

“you know your safeword?” “pepsi”

“perfect, baby” i said as i gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“are you using the vibrator on yourself ma?” he asked, eagerly. i switched it on.

“nope” i said as i placed it on his tip, making him buck his hips in surprise.

“holy shit ma, fuck fuck fuck” oh he’s in for a long night.

“feel good, chris?” i asked as i moved my face closer to his dick.

“yea ma, holy fuck”

i licked a stripe up his member, watching him squirm.

“jesus baby”

“hmmm you think anyone else can make you feel this good?”

he was feeling so much pleasure, all he could get out was strangled moans.

i grabbed his dick and squeezed the base of it, never moving the vibrator from his tip.

“shit yes!” his eyes widened. “i mean no! no! no one makes me feel like you! oh my gosh”

chris was never usually this vocal, so i was eating this up.

“hmm chris, what’s wrong? can’t even think straight huh?” i asked teasingly.

i took his balls in my mouth, now moving the vibrator up and down his shaft.

“m-ma, if you keep doing that i’m gonna cum”

i briefly paused to answer, “good” and went back to work on his dick.

his hips started to sputter, and he shot out thick white ropes of cum.

without a moment of hesitation, i liked him clean.

“holy shit baby” he said, breathing heavily.

i switched the vibrator off, setting it aside and moving my face back to his cock.

i swirled my tongue around his dick, making him buck his hips up and accidentally pushing himself to the back of my throat.

“baby, baby i’m so sens-“ he cut himself off with a moan as i continued to deepthroat him.

i reached down with my free hand, and played with my clit.

his groans turned into whimpers as i began to moan against him.

“feels so, fuck,so g-good baby”

i moaned in response to his praise, and he fell over the edge again.

i gave him a chance to recover, running my hands up his thighs soothingly and leaving kisses on his abs.

“gonna ride you now” i said moving my legs on either side of him, straddling him.

i didn’t wait for a response as i lined him up with my hole and slowly lowered myself onto him.

“mmmmmm” he whined. i watched as his arms flexed while he tried to fight against his restraint.

i waited a few seconds, and started to move in circular motions loving the way his dick pressed against my walls.

“mmm hm hmmm” more whines, before i started to bounce on his dick.

“ughhhhhh chris you feel so fucking good” i said feeling his dick deep inside of me.

he didn’t last long, already pretty sensitive from his previous orgasms.

“mmmmm- cumming cumming” he whined out as he released inside me. i kept going, determined to finish.

he continued to whine and whimper, while i fucked myself on his cock. his head was thrown back, overtaken with pleasure.

“c’mon chris, know you can make it baby” i said. i was so close to my orgasm.

“fuck chris, i’m cumming baby” i said. shortly after, i released on his cock.

my own release seemed to trigger another from him, taking us both by surprise as he let out a deep moan.

“tell me baby, does anyone else make you cum this much?” he didn’t answer.

he was in a blissed out state, eyes glazed over with lust, his hair sticking to his forehead, and a thin layer of sweat covered his skin.

i grabbed the vibrator, turning it on quickly and placing it where his dick and my pussy met.

“i asked you a god damn question chris”

“no no no no, no one, fuck, no one else. no one else”

the vibrator was hitting my clit perfectly, and i started to rock my body into it.

“shit chris”

chris’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as tears started to fall from his eyes.

“too much, too much baby”

i started to bounce again as i kept the vibrator against my clit, getting closer and closer to another orgasm.

i clenched around him as i released all over his cock again. i then lifted myself off of him and began to jerk him off to help him finish.

his hips twitched violently and i watched him squirm as he got closer and closer.

then, finally, strings of cum shot out of his dick. the more i pumped, the more cum flew out. i was milking him dry.

“OK OK! PEPSI PEPSI!” he yelled.

immediately, i let go of him and untied his wrists.

“shit baby, are you ok?” i asked, becoming concerned.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry chris”

he then cupped my face. “it’s ok baby, no need to apologize. that was hot as fuck, i just didn’t know if you were ever gonna stop”

“i don’t know if i was either, honestly” we both laughed.

i gave him a kiss to the forehead, “i’m gonna go run you a bath, baby” i said.

“thanks ma”

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…….heyyyy

idek what to say.

i need holy water.

can you tell i love sub! chris ?

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hitomisuzuya · 5 months

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hey Suzu!! I just had an idea 😩😩

A fatui!scara x agent!reader where he’s coming back from a mission and we welcome him by being his Christmas gift, wearing his fav lingerie 🤭 idk if it’s really clear, I hope so..

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Comfort smut. Cunnilingus. Praise. Soft Scara.

It was perfectly clear😳😌

Scaramouche had told you no when you asked to go with him on his mission. It was too cold outside for yo, humans got cold easily. But, after he'd kissed you goodbye, he'd promised that he would be home to spend Christmas with you.

Honestly, he thought you were going to be pissed at him. The usual incompetence from his underlings made the mission go on longer than it should've. He was determined to keep his promise to you.

"I'm home," Scaramouche called out, taking off his hat to brush the snow off of it as he closed the door behind him. Huh? He was confused when he wasn't greeted with the usual hug and "I missed you." that you always graced him with.

You were nowhere to be found.

"Wait, wait, don't come in yet. Why won't this stupid thing tie?" He heard you say. He blinked. What was this nonsense?

He could hear you sighing in an annoyed manner, and was about to come into the bedroom to help you because it obviously sounded like you were struggling with something. However, a few moments later, you appeared in the doorway of the bedroom.

Scaramouche immediately saw what you had been struggling with. There you were, standing in the doorway wearing his favorite purple and black lingerie with a red ribbon tied like a bow around your wrist.

"I was going to be waiting by the Christmas tree, but you came home before I was ready," You admitted, looking away with a shy blush on your cheeks.

A smirk tugged on the corners of Scaramouche's mouth as he reached from your wrist. "If you don't mind, I'd like to unwrap my gift now," He said, tugging on one of the ends of the bow.

He scooped you up bridal style and carried you over to the bed. Gently he set you down in front of the bed, his hand already reaching back to unclasp your bra.

Scaramouche pressed gentle kisses down your neck as he dropped your bra to the floor. You let out a shaky sigh, goosebumps dotting your skin. He kissed a line from your throat to your breasts. "Purple always looks so pretty against your skin," He said, sweeping his tongue out to kitten lick your nipple.

Hearing praise from Scaramouche sounded as good as his lips and tongue felt on your nipple. Bolts of pleasure went straight to your clit, your nipple hardening as he swirled his tongue around it. He sucked until soft moans sounded from you.

To further stimulate you, he gave your other nipple the same attention, dipping his hand down between your legs to rub and stroke your cunt outside your panties.

He rubbed slow circles on your throbbing clit, moving your hips flush with his so you could feel his hardening cock press against your thigh. He gently put more pressure on your clit when you started to roll your hips into his fingers.

Scaramouche kissed you, swallowing your moans of protest when he took his fingers off your clit. He backed you up towards the bed, gently laying you down on your back.

His thumbs skimmed lovingly on the insides of your thighs, pulling your panties off and spreading your legs. "Let me show you how much I appreciate my gift," He said, brushing his fingers featherlight over your hips.

His tongue darted out to lick slow lines up and down your cunt. He moaned loud in bliss, his tongue eagerly soaking up how good you tasted as he swirled it around your clit.

Your hips jerked up when Scaramouche latched his lips around your clit. Your hand flew to the back of his head, pressing his mouth down onto your cunt. He caressed your hips, watching your face contort in pleasure.

"My good girl," He vibrated a moan on your clit, pushing two fingers inside of you, "my sweet girl, giftwrapping yourself just for me." He nudged and curled his fingers into your sweet spot, his tongue relentless as he lapped and sucked on your clit.

His pleasure was secondary tonight. He would gladly ignore his aching cock all night to watch you shake and writhe, drawing the sweetest moans from your throat while he slowly built up your orgasm.

Scaramouche increased the pace of his fingers, hearing your moans turned higher in pitch. "S-Scara.." was all you could manage to say, tugging on his hair as you bucked your hips into his mouth.

"Shh, relax and cum for me," He purred encouragingly, scissoring your walls apart when they clamped around his fingers.

He knew all it would take was a few more nudges into your sweet spot for the knot of your orgasm to break apart. He withdrew his fingers when he felt your release gush on them, replacing them with his tongue to taste your release.

Scaramouche nursed you through your orgasm, kitten licking your clit, leaving you breathless as you shook from the intensity.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #soft scaramouche

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slvttyplum · 7 months

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im having suguru brain rot

didn’t edit this so idk.

suguru walks in the kitchen where you’re popping grapes in your mouth scrolling on your phone.

“yo.” he says as he slides in front of you opening the fridge.

his hair is all messy and his wife beater was cropped showing his v-line and happy trail, your eyes subconsciously sliding all around his body.

the slam of the fridge startling you, you snap out of it.

“suguru whats your major again?” you blurt out. the truth was, you needed him. you didn’t care what conversation was needed you just wanted to hear that—

“psychology.” he deadpans, sliding past you again walking towards the pantry. your eyes follow his tall figure, his back muscles pushing out the shirt, and the wall those black sweats fit around his small waist.

sexy voice. sexy mind. sexy body. sexy major.

you could never really catch a glimpse of his face since both of you have two different schedules, when both of you were home he would stay cooped up in his room.

that didn’t bother you much since it did make you a little uneasy to have a male roommate in the first place, you hated to admit it but you were shallow, that man was fine.

so him being a guy living with you wasn’t a bother.

you slipped another grape into your mouth thinking to yourself, what’s something else you could ask him or talk about, this was your only chance, he rarely spoke to you.

“breaks coming up, are you going back home?” you ask, your voice cracking.

you mentally curse yourself, that wasn’t a good one but you gotta do what you gotta do.

he turns his head looking at you, his dark eyes looking you straight in the eye and his eyebrow and lip piercing shining from the light.

damn he’s fine.

he turns his head back to the pantry then closes it, he wasn’t feeling any of the good options today, maybe he could…

he folds his arms against himself leaning his butt against the counter near the pantry.

“unfortunately no, i have way too much to do here and i don’t live close so.” he says, playing with the piercing on his lip.

your eyes light up, this was fate, it had to be. you would make it your life goal to make sure you guys talk everyday.

“awe bummer, i’m not going home either, i don’t feel like flying.” you say tucking your hand in the waistband of your pants trying to warm it up.

suguru scans your figure and looks back at your face, his dick jumping.

“maybe we could hang out.” he says leaning off the counter.

your eyes almost fall off hearing this, this was all working in YOUR favor. oh universe what did i do to deserve such kindness you think to yourself.

a grin forming on your lips but you quickly wipe it off, “yeah i would love that.”

he smiles, his smiley piercing shining. god please.

“good, i’m a little hungry can you do something for me?” he asks leaning on his side only a few inches away from you.

your ears start ringing with anticipation, were you a genius or were you a genius. he’s going to ask you on a date, this was your time.

“can you lay across that table, i want to eat.” your jaw drops and the grape that was in the hand drops.

what?

“sorry, huh?”

he’s smirking and his hands drop down walking towards you, almost nothing helping the distance.

“sorry if that came off too blunt, it’s just… you look good and im starving here.”

your throat is closing by the second, your pupils forming in the shape of a heart, if he was saying what you thought he was then…

“fuck!!” you yelp out. suguru grabs your hand placing it on top of his head, telling you to grab.

he tongue swirling all around you, spit mixed with your liquids dripping off his chin.

his eyes glued to your pussy, his hands gripped around you.

his tongue piercing gliding over your clit every second, your body shivers from the cold touch every-time.

your hands sliding and grabbing his hair, where did he learn this oh my—

“god! right there!”

his eyes are rolling as his hands grip your thighs with force, his nails digging into you.

saliva was foaming inside your mouth, dripping off the side. the knot deep inside your stomach was tightening, and you felt like you were dying.

his tongue sliding from deep inside you to sucking your clit, the pattern and rhythm stopping your climax.

you tug on his hair, “keep sucking.” his eyes shoot up to you, smirking. he takes one of his hands off your thigh, sliding it under him and right into your pussy.

your breath hitches and a sharp feeling explodes in your stomach, back arching, your liquids leaking.

you flop back on the table, your head spinning.

suguru gets up licking his lips. “i’ll be back tonight, maybe we can do this again.”

your head shoots up and the heart shapes still in your eyes and the ringing in your ear was still there.

“yeah yeah for sure.” you say wiping off the drool.

he smiles at you and walks back to his room, you slide off the table clearing your throat.

for sure…

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jakegasm · 1 year

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mistakes | lo'ak sully

genre: angst ♧

pairing: lo’ak sully x omatikaya!reader (mentions of neteyam and tsireya)

word count: 2.5k

warnings: heartbreak, cheating (? idk why i put a question mark, there’s most definitely cheating involved 😂)

brief info: upon moving to Awa’atlu the sully family agrees to have you tag along, you and lo’ak have been best friends for as long as you two can remember. Though to his parents it has been nothing but a friendly demeanor between the two of you, unknown to them that you and lo’ak have been in a secret relationship for quite some time now. While in Awa’atlu, lo’ak seems to be avoiding you more and more lately spending more time with tsireya than you, leaving you and your relationship entirely in the dust.

playlist~

flowers: lauren spencer smith

two places at once: haley joelle

Punchline: aidan martin

notes: ‼️lo’ak and reader are 18‼️ 4 years later after the sully family moved to Awa’atlu

Neteyam is NOT dead, bby is still alive bc I said so

//again this was barely proofread and its not my best bc i kinda rushed it T-T i still hope you all enjoy though! and please I do not hate tsireya she's a cinnamon roll I just needed to use someone and she fit perfectly T-T//

Syeha si mì ulte lonu: breathe in and release

Mawey: calm

Rä'ä: do not

Skxawng: moron, idiot

The waves break around the rocks in the shallows, their foam crests becoming chaotic lace over the blue. You watch it swirl, mesmerized as if the movement of the water choreographs your thoughts. The crunching of the sand tearing you away from your thoughts, the space next to you now becoming occupied. You shifted your body away from them avoiding the inevitable conversation you two were to have. You felt him looking at you, his eyes burning into the side of your face. You were ignoring him and he knew it. He gently rocked his shoulder into yours in hopes of getting your attention, lucky for him it works.

“Why are you here Neteyam?”

“What? I cannot accompany a friend now?”

Rolling your eyes, you set them back on the crashing waves in front of you. The waves swimming up to shore tickling your toes with the slightly cold water.

“If you are looking for Lo’ak, he is with Tsireya.” Irritation hung in your voice, the male did not let this go unnoticed. Though he wanted to question it, he decided to ignore it.

“So that is where he has been all these days…” His voice trailed out in thought. He noticed your body tensed up slightly at the comment, digging your head more into your knees that were pushed up against your chest. Your eyes prickled with tears but you blinked them away before he could notice them. But it was too late. He felt his chest tighten seeing your eyes glaze over in sadness as the setting sun reflected ever so perfectly on the tears that threaten to spill. Reaching out a hand he brushed away a tear that had managed to escape, his lips in a thin line.

“My brother is a skxawng, he will realize what he will lose but until then…it will already be too late.”

His words hit you like a brick. You didn’t want to wait for him to realize it because the more you waited the more you watched him fall for someone else. Scooting closer you nuzzled yourself into his side finding comfort in the warm embrace as his arms immediately wrap around you giving your shoulders a reassuring squeeze. You two stayed like that for some time as you wept in his arms, trying to make amends for your lover. That you were unfortunately losing.

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“Neteyam I’m sorry!” You laughed running out of his marui pod, trying to make an escape from the consequences of your actions.

“Oh no, you think I’d let you off the hook for that? No way!” The male chased you even quicker. Laughter erupted from your throat as your feet moved as quickly as possible to get away from him. You peeked over your shoulder to see he was gaining on you rather quickly, and the smile on your face widened even more. Your destination was his parents' Marui pod since you knew that’s where your safety resided, his mother would for sure protect you from him. You hastily jogged up to the pod trying to keep your balance and speed as the walkway wobbled a bit under your feet. You managed to make it to the pod’s opening before you felt hands clasp your waist holding you tightly against their chest, swinging you away from the pods' entrance. You wiggled in his grip while your joined laughter filled the pod while you gasped for air begging him to release you.

“Neteyam put her down.” His mother spoke a smile resting on her face, his father appearing not too shortly behind his wife.

“You heard what your mother said. Put her down boy.”

Nodding he gently placed you back on the ground, but not before poking his tongue out at you, something he had learned from Kiri. You just giggled at the reaction turning towards his parents who held a look wanting either one of you to explain what was happening.

“That’s one hell of a way to say Good Morning. Mind telling me what’s that about?” His father spoke, his tone demanding but not harsh.

“y/n threw water on me while I was sleeping, sir.” Neteyam’s eyes sent you a quick threatening look only to receive a small laugh from you.

“Yeah, that’s because you wouldn’t wake up after you PROMISED me that you’d take me fishing today.” You added in, earning yourself an eye roll from him.

“So you throw water on me? May Ewya help you for what I will do when–”

“Good Morning.” Neteyams' threat was cut off by someone entering the pod.

The wide smile on your face disappeared; just as quickly as your playful demeanor. He greeted his parents before sharing eye contact with you, your stomach now doing somersaults. He nodded at you as a greeting, not daring to give you a proper greeting. You felt small. So small. You were on the verge of nausea as you watched him avoid all sorts of contact with you.

“Lo’ak don’t be rude, speak to y/n.” His mother softly smacked him on the back of his shoulder earning her a low hiss from the male.

“Good morning…y/n.” His eyes stayed fixated on something that wasn’t you, annoyance radiating off of him.

“Good morning lo’ak…Um, Neteyam?” Neteyam was quick to make contact with you, your eyes pleading with him to leave. Quickly he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and swiftly turned you away from the others to avoid them seeing the tears that were now falling so freely while you bit your lip so hard trying your best to stop them.

“We will be back before eclipse. I promise.” He swore to his parents nodding at them and smiling, but not before he shot his brother a deadly glare, only to see his brother already held one against him. Wiping his head back around he guided you out of the pod making sure to keep your head down as he whispered sweet reassuring words to you along the way.

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“Syeha si ulte….lonu.” The arrow flew from your bow grazing your fingertips lightly during the release, only for you to miss your target…again. Whining you turned your head to Neteyam who was trying very hard not to laugh at your failure.

“Laugh it up while you can, mighty warrior.” Your tongue poked out at him tauntingly after “warrior”, though he cleared his throat his smile never left his face when he approached you. He stood behind you turning your body so your back lay against his chest, his hands guiding your arms back into your shooting stance.

“Your arms should be straight, or you’ll miss your target again.” His hands held underneath your arms gently smoothing over the skin underneath them before pushing them upwards. “Take a deep breath and hold it. It must come from your stomach or it will not work.” Bringing his other hand down he gently pushed on your stomach causing your body to tense up immediately, you found yourself holding your breath for another reason.

“Mawey, your heartbeat is fast. No wonder you cannot catch any fish.” He joked, his breath hitting the shell of your ear due to the close proximity you two were in. Shaking your head you tried to distract yourself from how close you two were. Straightening your posture, you sucked in a deep breath making sure to hold it in just as instructed locking eyes on your wiggling target and–

“Ahem.” Someone cleared their throat halting your motion. You both turn your head towards the person responsible for the noise, only to be met by the one person you didn’t want to speak to but also a person you yearned deeply for.

“Sorry for uh… disrupting you two but can I talk to y/n?” Lo’ak watched as Neteyam refused to take a step away from you making him bite the inside of his cheek in annoyance.

“Alone.”

The older brother never moved from your side, his body now shielding you in a way. The tension in the air felt thick, so thick not even a knife would be able to pierce it. You placed your hand on his arm giving it a squeeze to grab his attention, “Neteyam.” Your voice soft, his head turning down towards you his eyes immediately softening almost as if they were pleading with you.

“I’ll be fine.” You tried your best to give him a smile, just enough for him to let you go. It was obvious your smile didn’t convince him, huffing his mouth turned into a thin line before nodding at you moving further to the opposite side to let you go. You nodded at him once more before following behind a rather fuming lo’ak.

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“Lo’ak!”

The boy ignored you as he walked fast in front of you slapping things out of his as he passed them. You tried your hardest to keep up but there was no way your speed equaled anything to his big long strides. Jogging a little you gained a bit of closeness to him his hand just in reach for you to grab.

“Lo’ak wait–”

“What?!” He snapped at you angrily turning towards you. You felt like a turtle going back into its shell with his tone. A tone he has never used with you.

“I just wanted you to slow down, you’re walking too fast.” Your voice sounded so little making his ears flick downwards.

“Where are we going anyway?”

“Our usual spot…We need to talk–about us.” A familiar ache started to churn in your stomach at these words. Your thoughts become jumbled up in your mind of all the possible outcomes of this conversation.

Was he finally going to tell others of your relationship?

Or…

Did he finally want to call it quits?

Mindlessly you followed him deeper into the closed-in cave area, the familiar scenery coming into your view not too long after you both decided to keep walking. You looked into the glowing water smiling faintly at the glimmering goldfish that rushed to the surface upon your arrival, seeming excited to see you again. You almost bumped into the back of lo’ak not realizing he had stopped moments ago, you stared confusingly at his back before his voice caught your attention.

“What were you and brother doing before I arrived?” You blinked at him confusingly. Turning his body fully towards you now, his face completely ruined by the anger that he was trying so desperately to keep inside. The confusion on your face seemed to anger him more than he already was causing him to roll his eyes at you.

“You and my brother. You’re way too close to be “just friends”, every time I see you two your both so close to each other!”

You and Neteyam were friends. That was it. There were no romantic feelings involved once so ever whenever you two conversed. At least that’s how you saw it on your end.

“If you are asking if I and neteyam ever did anything with each other the answer is no.” You were starting to take offense to the accusations he kept spuing out at you, rendering you into irritation at the boy.

“Really? Because that’s so hard to believe when I see his hands all over you a few moments ago. And from the looks of it, you weren’t moving them any time soon!”

“He was teaching me how to fish!”

“Why him? You could’ve asked me. Me! Your boyfriend!”

“Well, I can’t ask my boyfriend if he’s never around when I need him!”

You didn’t notice that your breathing had started to pick up or even notice how the image of him standing in front of you became blurry from the water that swelled up in your eyes.

“Or when he’s not with tsireya showing her all the things that you showed me! Or–or ditching our plans for tsireya because she wants to go look at the stars with you!” The gentle wind from a small opening in the cave blew past your face making you feel the coldness from the tears that now overflowed from your eyes.

“It’s always tsireya, tsireya, tsireya! Never me! I’m never your first choice anymore.” Your chest heaved up and down rapidly as your feelings felt like they were oozing out of you, your mouth just could not stop projecting all the feelings you had bottled up for so long.

“Neteyam has been there for me when you weren’t. Night after night, day after day, HE has always been there. Not you lo’ak. And guess what? He’s cleaning up the mess you made…AGAIN.” Your last words held so much power, you knew those words were going to sting but, you needed him to hear them. Hear how much pain he has caused because of his absence. Hear what a mess he’s made of you. The scenarios of them interacting start to flood your mind, the acts of kindness and love the two radiated gave off a familiar feeling that you two once shared. You swallowed your fear down as a fearful question bubbled up in your throat.

“Have–have you two done anything?”

Silence. All you were met with was silence. But this was all you needed to finally make sense of his recurring disappearances. Your face scrunched up in disgust, your tears now producing more than they have ever before.

“I knew it…” Swiftly you turned away from him almost jogging your way out of the small hideaway area, ignoring his calls out to you. You didn’t want to hear a thing he had to say anymore, his silence spoke loudly for him already.

“y/n, listen to m-” His hand caught your wrist trying his best to make you look at him, instead you jerked your arm away from his grip harshly.

“Rä'ä!” The anger in your voice shook him, you never raised your voice at him, though he knew he deserved this. He made a mistake and he needed you to understand that.

“You do not get to touch me anymore. You do not even need to think about me anymore.”

His ears dropped dramatically, his tail hiding in between his legs. It was now his turn to breathe heavily, his brain not wanting to believe the words you were throwing at him.

“Please, just let me explain what happ-”

“You have explained enough lo’ak. Now go, go before tsireya starts wondering about your whereabouts.” You turned away from him only to be stopped by him once more.

“I don’t care about tsireya right now! Dammit just listen to me!” His voice shook massively, his eyes pleading desperately at you almost making you push your hurt and anger to the side and wrap him back in your arms that you wanted him back desperately in. Almost.

“Goodbye lo’ak.” You took your arm away from his hold once again ignoring his pleas for you to come back. Your heart ached hearing how desperate he sounded for you, though you needed him to learn. You needed him to learn that someone’s heart is not something to gamble with.

He needed to learn from all the mistakes he made.

#loak angst #loak sully #loak x reader #loak #avatar angst #avatar twow #avatar fanfiction #neteyam #neteyam x reader #jake sully x y/n #jake sully #neytiri #tsireya

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star-centric · 9 months

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Ooo somewhat angsty request: when would be the first time MC saw each of the obey me brothers cry, and what's the best way to support them in that situation?

PAIRINGS: Obey Me Brothers x Gender Neutral!Reader

NOTE: *rubs hands together menacingly* I’ve been waiting for this one 😈 I definitely see myself exploring this idea again in the future (or even redoing this, idk yet tho 👀)

CW: angst (but not soul crushing), all of the guys are very vulnerable in this, gender neutral reader, minor spoilers for the first game (don’t worry, it’s not about *that* scene), no NB spoilers since I’m behind in the game </3

When you see LUCIFER cry for the first time, it was late at night, where he believed that he was the only soul awake in the house- until you poked your head in the study, concern etched on your face.

He had one of his cursed records playing, the gentle music softly filling the air as he poured another glass of Demonus, gloves long forgotten. The simple smile he wore on his face only was a mask of what he was feeling.

He looked so…tired. So defeated.

“I try to give my brothers a good life- a life not only reminiscent of the one they lost from before, but a life even better than that. A life that they deserve.” He began, finger toying with the rim of his glass. “But I failed.”

You remained quiet as Lucifer let out a bitter laugh, “I failed- I let all of them down. I let down my brothers, I let down Lord Diavolo, I let down Michael, I let down my Father- all of them. I‘ve became a disappointment in the Celestial Realm, and I’m continuing to do so even now in the Devildom.”

You’ve never seen Lucifer so vulnerable before- you’ve always seen him act so unbothered, his pride refusing to let him reveal too much. He’s always been the one to lead, the one his family would go to for anything, the one that would sacrifice himself without a moment’s hesitation. He was the glue holding everything together, but everything wears thin with time.

He picked up the glass, swirling it around before setting back down with a harsh thud, sighing.

“I’ve let you all down. And that in and of itself is unforgivable-“

Lucifer flinched when he felt your hand on his cheek, thumb gently wiping under his eye. He was confused for a moment before he felt something wet trail down his other cheek. He wiped at it only to notice his vision getting a bit blurry-

How long has it been since he cried?

A few of his tear drops landed on his documents below, yet as he glanced up at you, you didn’t say a word. You didn’t point out how unguarded he was being, you didn’t interrupt him- you merely listened and wiped away his tears with a gentle smile lining your cheeks.

Lucifer couldn’t stop his tears after that, and he found himself grasping onto you as they continued.

When you see MAMMON cry for the first time, it’s in your room.

He was avoiding everyone today including you, and while it left you worried, you gave him some space. When you got back to your room, you noticed the door ajar- and when you opened it fully, you noticed a figure curled into your bed, a mop of messy white hair poking out from your blankets. You peeked over to see if he was asleep-

You didn’t have time to react as he grabbed and pulled you down to him.

Mammon buried his head into the crook of your neck and tightened his arms around you, hiding his face completely.

You wanted to ask what was wrong- what he was going through, for him to talk to you- but no words needed to be exchanged as he shook in your grasp, feeling your shirt getting damp. You didn’t have it in you to ask anymore.

All you did was comb your fingers through his locks as he quietly sobbed.

You’re not sure how long you stayed there, curled up against one another, but he eventually went still, soft snores passing through his lips.

It didn’t matter what the issue was- whether it was just a bad day or worse- you would always be there for him.

When you see LEVIATHAN cry for the first time, it’s in the privacy of his room.

You were binge-watching a new anime, one that had you both invested. It was about an immortal finding love after centuries- you were surprised Levi wanted to finish watching it after discovering it was a romance, but you were glad nonetheless (even if he couldn’t hide his flushed face).

You were nearing the end of the series when you heard sniffling.

You glanced to see Levi with tears building up in his eyes, threatening to fall.

You tried to look away but he already caught you staring.

The tips of his ears were burning red as he flinched, “Don’t- don’t look at me MC!”

“Levi, you know there’s nothing wrong with crying right?”

“Sti-Still! It’s embarrassing!”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about! It’s sad, it’s emotional-“ you explained. “If it makes you feel better, I kinda want to cry too.” Which wasn’t a lie- your eyes were starting to sting a little. You knew how the outcome was going to be for the main characters, but it still felt like a gut punch to see.

You didn’t want to overwhelm Levi, so you gently linked your pinkie with his. You were happy that he didn’t flinch away from you this time.

“Just know that you’re not alone, okay?”

Levi shyly nodded his head, and you felt him slightly squeeze your pinkie. He knew that he wasn’t, but that wasn’t what got him emotional.

What got him emotional was seeing the immortal, holding their elderly lover in his arms as they passed on. The lover aged as time passed, but the immortal stayed the same- except they were alone again like how they were centuries ago.

No matter how many happy moments the characters had in the show together, it was bound to end in tragedy.

And it brought Levi back to reality.

Back to the reality that he would eventually lose you in the same way.

When you see SATAN cry for the first time, it was in his demon form.

You’ve seen him before like this after he lashed out in the past, spiky tail whipping furiously behind him, green eyes showing nothing but fury. You know that he tries to keep his anger under control, but it still got the best of him at times.

But you didn’t see any anger this time.

You only saw anguish.

There Satan was, kneeled on the ground with tears welling up in his eyes with ripped and scattered objects tossed around the room, a result of destructive rage from before.

“I’ll never been seen for myself, will I?”

Satan’s eyes stayed on the ground, never meeting your own. “I’ll only ever be seen as my sin, as an extension of my older brother- never as myself.”

He shoulders trembled as he let out a bitter laugh that filled the room.

“I know I shouldn’t expect anything different. I should be used to it by now, but- why does it still bother me?”

His smile did nothing to hide his pain, crystal tears cascading down his cheeks.

“Why does it still hurt MC?”

You joined him on the floor and pulled him in your arms, holding onto him as he broke down.

When you see ASMODEUS cry for the first time, you thought it was a ploy at first.

You’ve seen Asmo bring tears to his eyes on a whim when he’s trying to get his way or be dramatic, so to see the same thing happen now wasn’t anything new. You were painting each others nails when you asked him if he’s ever been in love before-

“Of course MC! I love all of my fans dearly and they love me-“

“No, not that kind of love. Like true love- has someone ever told you they love you genuinely?”

“Hm, I don’t…”

When you saw the dejected look in his eyes, you became aware that it wasn’t a ploy at all.

You didn’t look up when he went quiet, concentrating on finishing the final coat on his nails. It wasn’t until you saw something wet drip onto his hand that made you glance up, seeing a single tear roll down his cheek with a forced smile.

“…I don’t know.” He choked out.

Asmo always soaked in the admiration from his fans- but that’s all it was, admiration. They loved the Asmo that they saw in the Fall, the Asmo that they saw on Devilgram- they loved the Asmo that they saw, but did they really know him enough to say they truly love him?

Did they love the Asmo you see or Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust?

“People love me and I love my fans, but why does it still feel so empty?” The smile on his face that he was so used to flashing soon fell, more tears steadily rolling down his flushed cheeks.

Despite what his sin is, Asmo did believe in true love. He believed that one day he found find someone to pour his heart and soul into and get the same in return. Even after he fell and lost his beautiful wings, he still held on to his wish of finding that person.

He started to imagine that person was you.

But he was scared that you didn’t picture him that way. That you only saw him as the Avatar of Lust.

For once, Asmo felt insecure, and he could do nothing but soak in the warmth he was afraid of losing as you held him sobbing.

When you saw BEELZEBUB cry for the first time, it catches you off guard.

You only went to grab some water, waking up and walking to the kitchen in your dazed state.

It wasn’t a surprise to see Beel there with a meal- but it was a surprise to see him wiping away tears, food untouched.

Any sleepiness washed away when you rushed to him, already by his side, asking him what’s wrong.

“I had another nightmare.” He sniffled, refusing to make eye contact with his body tense. “About Lilith.”

Your breath hitched- Beel told you once about his nightmares, but never what it was about. You only assumed how horrible it was from the faraway look he had in his eyes. It never crossed your mind that it was about his sister-

“I saw her MC- it’s always the same,” Beel balled up his fists, baring his fangs. “I’m always too late to save her- why couldn’t I save her?!”

He was no longer hiding his frustration or tears, which were freely rolling down his cheeks. All you could do was listen as he tried his best not to break down under the kitchen lights.

“You protected her, Beel.” You softly spoke, reaching to hold his hand. “You all did more than enough to protect her, and I know that she doesn’t blame you.” You lightly squeezed his hand, “She knows that it’s not your fault. None of it was.”

You’re not sure how long you sat there holding Beel, sobbing out broken apologies to his dear sister who would never hear them.

When you see BELPHEGOR cry for the first time, it was in his sleep.

You spent the night in the twins room, bundled up next to him as you were beginning to doze off. Belphie clung on to you, mumbling something incoherent as he slept. But before you could get lost in your dreams, you felt his grip growing tighter around you.

You brushed off the minor discomfort, only turning to then hear something that truly woke you up-

Belphie whimpering.

You blinked away any sleepiness, turning to see his face twisted in pain, fresh tear staining his cheeks. His hands were clenching onto you tight, whimpering soon turning into a chorus of “no” and “please”.

You shook him awake before he could continue, hair stuck to his forehead as his eyes shot open, panting. He scanned the room before landing on you, pulling you closer into him, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. No doubt he had a nightmare.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Belphie took a long pause. “…Everyone hated and blamed me for everything, for all of our problems. You all forced me to leave, and I was casted out of my home- again.”

You did nothing but soothe him as you felt him tremble again, your neck becoming damp as he started to quietly sob. “You know that won’t ever happen Belphie-“

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Just- stay with me…please?”

“Of course.”

You felt his tail wrap around your waist as he sobbed out a thank you. You combed your fingers through his locks, lulling him back to sleep- hopefully to better dreams.

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shadowdaddies · 9 months

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Mirror, Mirror

Azriel x Reader

Reader decides to tease Azriel at a public dinner, regardless of the consequences.

A/N: This is my first time really writing anything, especially smut, so just a heads up as you're reading this, I'm trying writing for my creative expression but I'm not a professional by any means.

WARNINGS: NSFW, smut under the cut, MINORS DNI, light bondage, light impact play, praise, slight degradation, overstim, idk what else

Putting on the final touches of your makeup in the mirror, you noticed a shadow come up to swirl your arm. You smiled at the shadow and it playfully wove through your hair, making you giggle. “Where is your master?” you asked it, just in time for your mate to step into the bathroom.

Still clad in his leathers, Azriel took in your form-fitting dress with a predatory gaze and a slowness that made heat pool between your legs. His eyes darkened as he scented your arousal and stalked towards you, making you feel like helpless prey, caught in his predator’s snare.

You were frozen as the shadowsinger leaned close enough for you to smell his own arousal mixed with his scent of chilled mist and cedar, and his lips brushed the shell of your ear as he murmured, “we could just stay home tonight. I would love to take my time making you come undone, hearing those beautiful noises you make beneath me when you can’t even think anymore. What do you say?”

It took you a moment to compose yourself, and through the intense blush on your cheeks and arousal that was only getting stronger, you found the will to voice your logic to the situation. “Rhys and Feyre have been looking forward to celebrating their anniversary for months. Since Mor and Cassian made such an ordeal out of missing their mating ceremony, they’ve been wanting to make it up to all of us with this dinner at the first restaurant he brought her to here in Velaris to celebrate. You know how special this is to them.” Giving him a warm smile, you slipped around him and encouraged him to get dressed while you went down to the kitchen to enjoy a glass of wine whiled you waited.

By the time Azriel came down the stairs in his black button down and slacks, along with the rings decorating his fingers that he knew you loved, you were feeling a bit of regret not staying home with him instead. While you knew going to the dinner was the right decision, you couldn’t resist the temptation to make Azriel feel as desperate for you as you were for him.

As you arrived at the entrance to the restaurant, you gently used one finger to angle the spymaster’s chin down and towards you to whisper in his ear that you weren’t wearing any underwear beneath your dress.

Immediately after, you made eye contact with Mor who waved you in, and you plastered on the biggest smile you had as you left Azriel reeling outside the door.

You sat down next to Azriel at dinner, displaying the occasional innocent arm touch or kiss on the cheek, but underneath the table, leaving your hand on his thigh throughout the meal, taking the opportunity to move your hand further up whenever you could. By the time dessert arrived, the ever-patient spymaster’s armor was cracking, his face slightly blushed and his mouth set in a firm line that only you recognized as signs of his frustration. You couldn’t resist the urge to push him even further, sliding your hand up until it was just below the now evident sign of his arousal.

With a tight-lipped smile plastered on his face, Azriel leaned down and whispered for no one but you to hear. “Keep pushing, (y/n), I’m keeping a count of how many times you test me tonight. I hope you’re prepared for what I have in store for you when we get home.” At his words, a shiver involuntarily worked its way down your spine and sent a jolt straight to your core. You couldn’t hold back any longer. It didn’t matter that you insisted you go to this dinner. You needed your mate. Now.

Leaning one elbow on the table, you moved your other hand which you had on Azriel’s leg up to his crotch, lightly running your fingers over his bulge before palming him slightly as you pretended to listen to the group discussing their plans of going to Rita’s after dinner.

As often as you tried to tease your mate in hopes of breaking his constant composure, he revealed nothing to the group as his hand suddenly grabbed yours in a vice grip and politely explained that the two of you would be going home now rather than going to Rita’s.

Azriel pulled you out of the restaurant and scooped you in his arms before you could blink, shooting into the sky. You turned to look him in the eyes, and the look he gave you made your breath hitch. You knew you were in for it tonight, so you thought you should have some fun with it while you could. You brought the hand that was around the back of Azriel’s neck, lacing your fingers through it and gently tugging like you knew he liked. He let out a warning growl, which you ignored as you continued massaging his scalp, bringing your tongue up to his exposed collarbone, sucking and biting your way to his pulse point, where you sucked and bit hard enough to leave a bruise.

“You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into,” Azriel warned you in a gravelly voice that he tried to keep stern, but you could see the gleam in his eyes that he was enjoying the game just as much as you.

Azriel landed on the balcony, but instead of setting you down, he led you into your bathroom and put you down in front of the vanity. “This is where you first teased me tonight in that dress, so this is where we will begin this evening.” He picked you up by your waist in front of the mirror: “put your feet up on the table.”

Caught off guard, you turned your head to Azriel, “w-what?”

With a pitiless stare, Azriel commanded, “bend your legs and spread them for me. Put your feet up on the counter. Question me again, and you’ll be gagged for the evening.”

You immediately complied as your entire body felt like it was burning with anticipation. Azriel sat you on the counter with your back to his chest and your legs spread in front of the mirror, and realization dawned on you. With a smirk, Azriel pulled down the straps of your dress, exposing your breasts to the cold air of the room. He pulled you tight against him and started kissing his way down your neck while pulling up the fabric of your skirts, so your pussy was on full display in the mirror for the both of you. Wrapping your hair around his fist, Azriel pulled your head back. “Do not take your eyes off yourself, love. You will watch everything I do while I tease you like you teased me all evening.”

Your chest was heaving, eyes lidded as you were already struggling to focus. You leaned your back against Azriel as he stood behind you, bringing up his hands to lightly trace over your breasts, the cool metal of his rings brushing over your nipples releasing a whimper from you as you arched into his hands. Azriel tsk’ed, immediately pulling away. “Not a sound, (y/n). You can sit here like a good girl and take your punishment tonight, or you can go to bed and I will not touch you for a week.” You knew he meant what he said, so you obeyed, waiting as patiently as you could for him to continue.

Azriel leaned forward once again, his gaze on your pussy through the mirror this time as he mumbled, “there’s my good bunny,” more to himself than to you. Azriel’s hands and shadowing began lightly tracing your body, around your inner thighs, stomach, breasts, neck. His shadows would occasionally run along your slit, edging you with a phantom of the touch you craved from Azriel. You were trying so hard to remain still, but you were dripping onto the counter now and couldn’t bear it any longer. Maybe if you touched him, he would lose his patience and finally give you what you want.

You moved one of your hands from where you held yourself on the edge of the counter and reached around to Azriel’s prominent bulge in his slacks to stroke him. It was less than a second before Azriel caught your hand. “I told you to behave. First the teasing at dinner, and now you can’t follow simple directions. It seems like you want to be punished. Do you want to be treated like the slut that you are tonight? A little fucktoy just for me?”

He knew what it did to you when he spoke like that. You managed to choke out a “yes, sir” before Azriel’s shadows took your hand from his, securing them at your sides as Azriel took his handkerchief from his pocket and secured it around your mouth. Placing a kiss to your temple, he looked into your eyes through the mirror and asked, “you know the safe signal if you feel uncomfortable, right?” You nodded as your heart warmed at the male who never failed to make you feel safe and loved and VERY satisfied.

Azriel began biting down your neck as his shadows worked in tandem, holding you still as they toyed with your nipples. His fingers finally reached your slick, and he released a groan against your cheek that sent a shiver down your spine. He dipped two fingers into you while his thumb moved to rub circles on your clit. With all his teasing, you knew you wouldn’t last long. As Azriel nipped at your ear and whispered to you about how beautiful you are, he curled his two fingers in the perfect spot he knew would send you over the edge. He and his shadows worked you through your orgasm, but they didn’t let up even when your legs started shaking from overstimulation and you became a moaning mess from behind the gag.

Azriel finally let up long enough to get you to look at him for reassurance that you were okay before throwing you over his shoulder and heading towards the bed. As he landed a light spank on your ass, he reminded you, “this night is far from over, bunny.”

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hopelesslygaysstuff · 11 months

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Hi 🥰 idk if u remember me but im rainb0wdrafts from ao3! Saw on your bio that ure taking request soooo uhmm can I request a fluffy / smutty wanda x fem reader fic based on a song Wanna Be Missed by Hayley Kiyoko? 🥺 or if ure not feeling that particular song, any song that would inspire u from her Expectations album.

P. S.

still cant wait for the ending of Sparkling Scarlett. I’m having mixed emotions about it rn JSKSKSLLSLS

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: you try to get your mind off of Wanda in a crowded nightclub, and she finds you there and eases your cravings for her.

content warnings: smut, fingering, cunnilingus

word count: 4.3k

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A/N: omg hiiii!! i totally hadn't listened to that song before, so i listened to it on repeat while i figured out the vibes and plot line lol. i was basically feeling nightclub vibes with wanda and fem!reader going feral for each other. i hope you like it ◡̈

you literally cured my writers block so thank u 🙏, i really don't want Sparkling Scarlet to end either😭

photo cred: me, i literally made the photo in photoshop lol. anyways.

Craving You

The nightclub reverberated with an electric energy that filled every inch of the air. A symphony of pulsing lights painted the space in vibrant hues, dancing in synchrony with a mesmerizing blend of bass-heavy rhythms. It resonated in the bones of those who stood on the crowded dance floor.

You danced along, your body swaying to the pounding tempo as your feet started to tingle, the vibrations palpable in the stifling air. The atmosphere was a sensory overload, a place where time blurred, and your inhibitions dissolved as your friends brought you yet another shot.

Shooting down the clear liquid, you grimaced at the taste, attempting not to cough it back up as your friend patted you on the back. Looking up, you saw Kate’s already flushed face as she lazily scanned the room.

“Just go and find her already,” You said, feeling your senses starting to dull as the vodka left a pleasant burn in your chest. “I promised you I’d be here as a wingwoman tonight!”

Kate looked over at you, her face giddy with the anticipation of finally talking to her long-time crush, Yelena. You laughed, grabbing the slightly crumpled water bottle from her grasp and uncapping it. Forcing the bottle against her lips, you watch her gulp down the water.

Hastily pulling the bottle away, you take a few sips before screwing the cap back on. “Don’t gulp it all down Kate, you’ll get sick that way.” You chastised, only half joking. You really didn’t want to spend another night holding Kate’s hair as she spewed her guts into a nightclub toilet.

Gently shoving her away, you gave Kate a light pep talk. It mostly consisted of complimenting her outfit, as she’d stressed about it all day. You had helped her pick the dress, a stunning knee length fabric that shimmered with each passing ray of multi-colored light. Kate spun in a small circle as you showered her with compliments, before finally turning away and laughing, her eyes scanning the room for Yelena.

“But wait!” Kate exclaimed, swaying slightly as she gripped your upper arm tightly. She struggled to focus on your face, finally making eye contact. “You haven't had enough alcohol to get your mind properly off of her yet.”

You sighed, letting out a breath into the already warm air. The atmosphere dimmed slightly, the stale air swirling around you as you remembered the true reason you’d let Kate drag you along. In all honesty, you’d never been much of a party girl. You always preferred a night in, sipping tea as you watched a sitcom with your girlfriend.

And there it was, the one thing you’d been trying not to think about.

Shooting Kate a look, you shook your head. “I don’t think alcohol is going to help much.” She gave you an apologetic look, and you gave her a slightly firmer push towards the dance floor. She turned slowly, and upon seeing a flash of dirty blonde hair, quickly left your side in pursuit.

Turning back towards the bar, you squinted against the flashing lights, already feeling a headache coming on as the vibrant mix of reds and blues swirled against the walls. Pushing through a tangle of sweaty, dancing bodies, you snagged a seat towards the end of the bar. You ordered a shirley temple (you really did miss Wanda), and sat back against the wall. Choosing to give your eyes a rest from the mass of bodies dancing in an uncoordinated pattern, you let your eyes unfocus as you stared into the dark red of your drink.

Wanda had unfortunately been called away, her position as head of her company demanding more hours as the summer season hit. She’d left immediately after a late night phone call, grabbing her pre-packed bag and sweeping out of your shared home. She’d promised that it wouldn’t be too long of a trip, and that she’d call you every day. That was three weeks ago.

She did call you every day, but spoken words weren’t enough for you. You wanted to be held by her, falling asleep in her arms as she laughed along quietly to the sitcoms playing in the background. You wanted to kiss her again, like it was the last time you’d ever embrace her lips with yours, frenzied and passionate. The sound of her voice through a phone, knowing she was miles away, couldn’t compare to the way she would hold you close with your breaths intermingling as you pulled each other impossibly closer.

Fuck, you missed her with every fibre of your being.

Shaking off your suddenly melancholic thoughts, you scanned the room for Kate. The mess of brown curls was lost in the sea of moving bodies, and you focused on the first flash of blonde you saw. Upon seeing Yelena, you smiled at the sight of Kate standing mere inches away from her. Your mission was accomplished, and all you had to do was not think about Wanda.

How utterly disappointing it was, when your thoughts wandered back to her. Back to her soft red curls, slightly frizzy as they splayed across her bare back. You always swore you woke up next to an angel everyday, and Wanda would laugh as she showered you with kisses. Her laugh, flowing from her lips with a melodic grace as her lips danced softly across your skin. Back to her freckles, a constellation neatly scattered across her features that you had attempted to count many times. Back to her waist and hips, the slow curve that you dragged your fingertips over, until you finally reached her…

A hand against your waist startled you out of your thoughts, and you flushed slightly as you turned in your seat. Setting your drink down on the counter top, not wanting to enter into the range past tipsy, you looked up.

A sea of red curls filled your vision, and your eyes slowly widened as you drank in the sight of Wanda standing before you. She had a hand in her pocket, the other stroking your hip in slow circles as your brain attempted to process. Her vibrant green eyes crinkled at the edges as she watched the multiple emotions you were feeling flit across your face. Her skin was lit with the ever-changing hues of the nightclub, and you started to feel as though you were in a cinematic movie scene.

“Not a movie sweetheart.” Wanda said, her velvety voice wrapping around your head and sinking you further into a trance. You could hear the undercurrent teasing, but elected to ignore it in favor of staring at her. Staring at her ridiculously attractive cheekbones, at her sharp jaw and shining eyes as she drank in the sight of you.

Jolting out of your seat, finally processing the fact that she wasn’t a figure of your imagination, you wrapped your arms tightly around her shoulders as you sunk into a well-known embrace. Your bodies molded together, and you felt her arms tighten securely around your waist. You couldn’t make yourself pull away, letting the hum of the nightclub fade into insignificance as you attempted to convey the depth of your emotions through your embrace. Wanda nestled further into your arms, your breaths synchronizing as you held each other.

Breathing deeply, you buried your nose into her hair as the familiar scent of vanilla filled your senses. For some reason, that gave you enough strength to pull away, but only far enough so you could see Wanda’s face.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice was slightly breathy as you eagerly drank in the sight of her. She gazed down at you, her eyes fitting to your parted lips as you exhaled shakily. She smiled, leaning in closer until her lips touched the shell of your ear. You shuddered.

“My trip ended a bit later than expected,” Wanda started, her tongue flicking out against your ear. You felt her smirk against you as a shiver ran down your spine. “And I didn’t want to wait until you got home to finally see you, so I came to you.”

A large smile made its way onto your face. Your girlfriend, who had just flown miles back home and who was probably jetlagged as hell, had made the decision to walk into a grungy nightclub in search of you. At the mere thought of how much effort she’d put into seeing you, you crashed your lips against hers.

Her lips met yours with an equal amount of ferocity, and you felt her dragging you away from the bar as she sucked your bottom lip between her teeth. You followed happily, all of your thoughts invested solely on the woman you were clinging to. She pulled you through a doorway, the security team waving her through as they recognized her well known status.

You could barely think, a certain fuzziness overtaking your mind as it focused solely on Wanda. You focused on your hands against her shoulders, the way your fingertips brushed against the overheated skin of her neck and tangled in the loose curls that fell around her shoulders. After a desperate tug of her hair, Wanda pulled away briefly to push open a door, before shutting it and pushing you harshly against the solid wood.

“Hi sweetheart,” Wanda whispered, her lips grazing yours as she caught her breath. Her cheeks held an adorable flush, and her eyes shined as they roamed over your heaving chest and shaky legs. Her hands pressed your hips firmly against the door, and you squirmed slightly as you attempted to pull her closer.

“I missed you.”

The words flowed from you desperately, and Wanda smiled at the whimper in your voice. She always loved you like this, when you were soft, pliant and so eager to please. She allowed herself to be pulled closer, until the front of her body was flush with yours. You rolled your hips against her, letting out a choked noise from the back of your throat as you relieved some of the aching pressure that had built between your legs.

Letting her teeth graze your jaw slightly, Wanda focused on marking the soft skin of your neck as you panted beneath her. Her hands stilled your rolling hips, and you whined as she pulled back to look at your desperate form.

“What exactly did you miss?” She asked, raising a single eyebrow as you struggled to get your brain to work.

Catching a glimpse of the soft bed behind you, and realizing that Wanda had pushed you into one of the private backrooms of the nightclub, you pushed gently against her shoulders. Allowing you to walk her backwards, Wanda let out a surprised puff of air when the backs of her knees met the mattress.

Moving to straddle her, you tangled your fingers with her smooth curls once more as you tilted her head back. With your lips against her temple, you breathed in the familiar heady scent that was so wholly Wanda as you murmured, “I’ll show you.”

Wanda’s hands tightened around your waist, keeping you on her lap as you ran your hands over cheeks and jaw, fingers ghosting over her skin as you started speaking. “I missed your annoyingly perfect eyebrows,” She let out a surprised giggle, raising them playfully as you laughed. Bringing a single finger down to her lips, you placed it against her bottom lip. “I missed your lips, so soft and kissable, and the words that drip from them wherever you speak.”

Tilting your head down, you placed a gentle kiss against her lips, pulling back when she attempted to deepen it. Wanda furrowed her brows as you pulled away, but you smiled softly and placed your finger against her lips once more as she tried to speak. “Hush love, I’m not done.”

Sitting back, Wanda watched your face as your eyes followed the path your other hand traced down her neck. As your fingers ghosted over the column of her throat and danced along her collarbone, she gently sucked your finger into her mouth. Your eyes flew back to hers in surprise, but she simply smiled around your finger, her tongue swirling around the heavy pad as you watched with parted lips.

You groaned, finding it hard to concentrate as you watched Wanda suck on your finger like it was the best thing she’d had in her mouth for a while. You placed another finger against her lips, and watched in an almost trancelike state as she sucked that one in as well. Her eyes closed slightly as she sucked, and she let out a low moan as your other hand tightened against her shoulder.

The sound startled you out of your daze, and spurred you on. Reaching down, you removed your fingers from her mouth as you swiftly pulled her expensive blouse over her head. Throwing the article somewhere behind you, you brought your fingers back to her parted lips and sighed as you felt the wet heat of her mouth encircle them once more.

“I missed your skin,” You said breathily, running a hand over her toned arms as they pulled you further onto her lap. You gasped as your core met her pelvis, and tried not to grind your hips down against hers. Unclasping her bra, she helped you take it off as you ran your fingers over her perspiring skin. Leaning down, you let your tongue drag against her, collecting the slightly salty taste as you traced a path from the tops of her breasts all the way to her ear.

“I missed the way you feel against me,” You whispered, and she reached up to pull your fingers out of her mouth. In one smooth motion, she pulled your shirt off and unclasped your bra, both items landing somewhere with a soft thump as she maneuvered the two of you towards the center of the bed.

You giggled slightly, feeling her hot breath against your overheated skin as she drank in the sight of you. She leaned closer, her lips parted as her eyes focused on the smooth skin of your neck, but you placed your hands firmly against her shoulders. Pushing back, you ignored the frustrated look she sent you, shushing her as you guided her to lay against the sheets.

Your hips still straddled hers, and after sitting back up, you rolled them slightly as you gazed down on Wanda’s form. She lay beneath you, her chest heaving as her eyes roamed your nude chest, her hair splayed out across the dark sheets.

“I missed your tits.” You said cheekily, reaching out your hands as your fingers pinched her nipples gently. Instead of reprimanding you like she normally would, Wanda let out a soft moan as she squirmed slightly, her hands tightening on your thighs. You felt your breath catch, the heat in your belly flaring at the sight.

Leaning down, you captured her lips in a searing kiss, letting unrestrained moans into her mouth as she kissed you back with equal ferocity. Panting, you parted from her as you trailed your lips down her neck until you reached the soft skin of her breast. Sucking gently, you placed a few hickeys against her skin, sighing when her hand reached up to tug at your hair.

Wanda’s hand clenched tightly, bringing tears to your eyes when you finally let your mouth encircle her tight nipple. Letting out a pained noise, you breathed deeply as she glanced down apologetically, her hand relaxing slightly. Flicking your tongue, you pulled more moans from her as you played with her chest. You could feel your bodies sliding against each other as the heat from your desperation built.

Deciding to give the poor woman some relief, you detached your lips from her chest, admiring her puffy nipples as she groaned. Wanda’s hands became more desperate as you descended her body, tugging your head closer to her overheated skin as your lips grazed the top of her pants. She let out a desperate whine, and your eyebrows shot up at the sound.

“I missed your hips.” You traced your fingers over the faint stretch marks you found there as you pulled her pants down in a quick motion. Your fingers mapped out a path along her skin as you traced the mole near her belly button, and the soft raised scar on her hip from when she’d fallen out of a tree when she was five. Moving further down, you spread her legs as you knelt between them, letting your lips trace a path from her ankle up to the apex of her thighs. You sighed softly as the scent of her arousal reached your nose, and you nuzzled your face into the soft skin of her inner thighs as her legs attempted to close around your head.

You shook your head out of the clouds, blinking as Wanda hips frantically raised against your palms. You looked up, watching her heaving chest and admiring her strong jaw as she threw her head back against the mattress. One hand was clenching the dark sheets under her, and your eyes widened at the sight of her white knuckles. The other hand gripped your wrist tightly, her fingers scrabbling for purchase against your sweaty skin as her legs tightened around you.

Placing your hands firmly against her thighs, you spread her legs as she bucked her hips. Letting her hand tangle with your hair, you chuckled as she attempted to press your face against her dripping center. You admired the wet spot forming against her underwear, blowing a stream of cool air against her core as she writhed beneath you.

“Please.”

You let out a moan of your own at her plea, before quickly stripping her of her underwear and leaving her completely bare against the sheets. You barely had a moment to admire her pale form against the dark fabric before her hand was tugging your head closer to her once more.

Placing a gentle kiss against her protruding clit, you smirked as her hips jerked. “I missed your scent,” You murmured, unsure if she could actually hear you over her own desperate moans. “I miss the way you taste against my tongue, and the way you roll your hips when I finally lean in for a taste.”

Wanda’s moans turned into desperate pleas, her hips now uncontrollably rutting against the mattress as she searched for any sort of release. Taking mercy on her, you finally leaned down and swiped your tongue against her core. Moaning at the taste, you circled your lips around her clit as she babbled incoherently while thrusting her hips against your face.

The grip of her hands in your hair caused tears to spring into your eyes once more, but you ignored it. Sucking harder, you urged her hips to buck faster against your face as her moans became more breathy. You felt her jerk unsteadily against you, her hips losing their rhythm as she neared her climax, incoherent words streaming from her lips.

Sucking her clit in between your teeth, you bit down gently while swirling your tongue around it, and Wanda lost what little control she had left. Her legs tensed around your head, squeezing tightly as her body shook. Her clit pulsed on your tongue, and you smirked as a wave of wetness hit your chin. Her head was thrown back, her lips parted as she let out a throaty moan. Her fingers locked in your hair, her hand firmly pressing you against her spasming core as she rode out the last few waves of her orgasm.

You licked your lips clean after finally coming up for air, her legs relaxing just enough for you to pull away slightly. As soon as you caught your breath, you dived right back in and savored the rich taste of her against your tongue. As you slipped your tongue inside her, you decided that you would do whatever it took to always have Wanda within arms reach. You simply couldn’t fathom being separated from her for an extended period of time again, and you quickly lost yourself in the drug that was Wanda Maximoff.

A trembling breath brought your attention back to the woman still sprawled on the sheets. Her legs trembled around your head as you slipped your tongue in and out of her still-leaking center. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally locked those viridescent green eyes on yours. As soon as you made eye contact, you smiled against her core as you brought your fingers up to circle her clit slowly.

Pulling away, you licked the taste of Wanda from your lips as you slipped two fingers into her without warning. You kept your eyes locked with hers as you slowly started pumping your fingers, and Wanda’s eyes lidded as she attempted to keep her gaze on you.

Smirking devilishly, you licked a slow circle around her swollen clit before placing a kiss directly on top of it. Resting your cheek against her inner thigh, you kept your gaze on her as the sounds of your fingers roughly slamming into her filled the room. Her slick juices spilled onto the sheets as your fingernails dug into her hip in an attempt to keep her hips in place.

“I crave you, Wanda.” Your sultry voice tipped her further towards the edge, and Wanda threw her head back against the mattress as she let out a stream of curse words.

You curled your fingers as you stroked that very sensitive spot inside her, pressing firmly into the spongy walls as you sucked her clit between your lips. Wanda’s back arched, and she practically lifted herself off the bed as she reached her climax once again. This time, you hummed against her as she rode out the aftershocks, and her third orgasm snuck up on her and ripped through her body like a wildfire.

Throughout it all, you were relentless. Your fingers kept up their bruising pace as your lips chased her clit. You were starting to get light headed as Wanda’s legs squeezed your head, the hand in your hair not allowing you to escape her grasp. Wanda’s hips jerked against you, and she let out a few whimpers as the hand in your hair started pushing against your head.

“Too much sweetheart, too much.” Wanda choked out, panting in relief when you finally pulled away. She let herself relax fully against the mattress, rolling away from the center of the bed when the damp sheets grew uncomfortable beneath her. You emerged from the small in-suite bathroom with a damp washcloth. Hushing her, you gently brought the warm washcloth to her slick skin as you cleaned her up.

You couldn’t resist one final taste, and after swiping your tongue to collect the juices still flowing from her slit, you finished cleaning your girlfriend and collapsed on the bed beside her.

“Well.” Wanda said, and you laughed at her inability to speak as she rolled into your side and buried her face against your bare shoulder.

Pressing a kiss on the top of her head, you breathed in her familiar vanilla scent as she pulled you closer. You wrapped your arms around her as she draped her legs over yours in an attempt to mold her body against you. You let a hand start running through her hair, detangling it slightly as she fully relaxed into you.

“I missed your laugh.” You said, and Wanda hummed against your shoulder. You began speaking again, your words filling the non-existent space between the two of you. “I missed the crinkle of your eyes whenever you smile at me, and I missed cuddling with you and watching sitcoms. I missed the breakfasts that you cook, and I missed putting away the dishes with you afterwards.”

You laughed then, not believing the words coming out of your mouth. “I mean, who misses doing the dishes?” You snorted, burying your face back into Wanda’s hair. “Only a fool in love would miss doing the most mundane task.”

Wanda tilted her face until she was looking at you, her green eyes shining up at you. “You love me?” Her voice was colored in surprise, and her face turned hopeful.

Blinking, you realize the words that had just slipped out. “I mean… yeah.” You began, running your fingers through her hair nervously as you met her wide green eyes. “I hope that’s alright, I don’t want you to feel like you have to say it back right now or anything, but yeah.” You trailed off, feeling the blush rise to your cheeks at your accidental admission.

One of Wanda’s hands came up to rest against your cheek, and she tilted your flushed face back towards her. Her eyes crinkled as she smiled brightly up at you. “I love you too sweetheart.”

Your heart started pounding, and a wide smile broke out on your face as you excitedly started peppering Wanda’s face with kisses. “I love you too!” You exclaimed as she laughed, her hands wrapping around the back of your neck as she pulled you in for a proper, searing kiss.

Pulling away after a few long seconds, you rested your forehead against hers as an uncontrollable grin overtook your lips. Time stood still as you both basked in the newfound confessions you’d made. Wanda’s fingers grazed your jaw, her touch gentle and grounding as your mind raced with excitement.

In that moment, as your foreheads remained gently pressed together, you knew that this was the beginning of an exhilarating chapter of your life. One that Wanda would be by your side in, her hand pressed in yours as you faced the world and conquered any obstacles that may come your way. As you lingered in each other's gentle embrace, the world outside faded into insignificance, and you knew that you had finally found true love.

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smutburn · 3 months

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'my boy'

Pairing: Oliver Quick x Transmasc!Reader

Summary: Invited to Oliver's birthday party by one of your close friends, you find yourself alone in the so-called 'green room'.

Warning(s): Transphobia, dysphoria, t slur drop, but like this is all just for plot then it goes away and ur reaffirmed lol

Smut! Warning(s): Smut [p in v], praise AND degrading kink, bit perv!Oliver, dom!Oliver, uhhh fuck idk man sex?!? scary!!

A/N: first smut FANFIC guys kinda nervous

Your childhood friend, Annabel, had invited you to the birthday party of one of her classmates. You were always a huge fan of parties, but would never dare to go alone, you and her would be inseparable at every single goddamn party.

That is, until, you began to transition.

Annabel would never be transphobic towards your face, but behind your back? She'd say the most gnarly backhanded shit possible. You didn't know this of course, you had started transitioning after she left for college. She was a year above you.

Once the news had gotten to her, she couldn't help herself from secretly deadnaming you and misgendering you, often times introducing you as her "tranny friend" behind your back, whenever you had finally gotten into Oxford.

At this point of your transition, your body had grown to be more masculine, your veins became more prominent, your voice dropped octaves, and you had even grown yourself some lovely stubble. You believed to be semi incognito, when it came to transitioning.

Accepting her invite, she had ordered a driver to pick you two up and escort you to Saltburn. Neither of you had been there before, but according to Annabel? It was the party house.

You both arrive to the front stairs of the estate. Music blaring from inside the place, despite its large size, somehow reeking of booze and weed. You two walked into the party, with flashing lights and the place packed to the brim, you could only imagine how many people were in one room alone.

Annabel took your hand, and quickly found your ways towards to bar. This was her secret talent, always identifying wherever the fuck substances could be found. She grabbed a bottle of Malibu Pineapple for herself, and Malibu Watermelon for you. You two had always bonded over Malibu in high school. She knew you so well, didn't she?

As she walked away, you felt no choice but to follow her. You didn't know anybody at this party, so who would you have gone to anyway? You trail behind her, closely, as to not lose her, taking swigs of your Malibu as you go. Stopping abruptly when she meets her friends. One of them notices you behind Annabel, and yells to you.

You feel like your world stops as you hear your deadname drip from the lips of this girl you've never met. The music is too loud to make out the rest of her sentence, but no music can drown out the syllables of your deadname. Your heart drops to your stomach, Annabel's head whips around, looking to her friend, then looking to you.

You smile weakly and shout an excuse along the lines of, "I have to use the restroom", before quickly walking away. You feel your heartbeat inside of your ears as you exit the main party room. You continue going through this labyrinth of rooms before stopping in a green room and plopping on the couch.

You could still hear the music, but luckily, you felt more of the vibrations than the music. You bring your knees to your chest and bury your head in between them. Stifling your sobs, you try to breathe as you recollect what just happened. Questions were swirling through your head at 180mph that your brain felt like it was larger than your skull.

"Hello?" A low voice says, causing you to look up as the room becomes so silent you could swear you heard your blood stop pumping.

Your eyes meet with a boy who's kneeled in front of you and the couch. Your instant reaction is to put your feet on the floor and sit up. This changes your eye level, which then causes the boy to look up at you.

"Hi." You mutter. You clear your throat before looking back down at him. The only shred of light on his face being the moonlight from the window.

"Are you alright?" He replies after a beat. You can't bring yourself to lie to this man, so you simply try to smile and nod. He places his hands on your knees and continues, "Are you sure? You can tell me y'know. Wouldn't want anybody that isn't me to be having a bloody bad time at my party."

"Are you Oliver?" You manage to say without thinking. "Yes, I am, so you've heard of me?" He chuckles to himself, as if he's the funniest guy alive.

"Yes..? Kind of.. I mean, this is your party, it'd be a lil embarrassing if I'd show up to your party not knowing at the very least, your name."

"I suppose so, dear." He looks up at you as he slides his hands further up towards your thighs. Your face flushes as your body instinctively twitches at the sudden change of touch.

Oliver looks down to your thighs, and back up to you. "Some nice jeans you've got here. Not quite on theme. Expensive?"

"No, I.. I'm not like rich.. Or anything..." You break the eye contact, looking to your side. "I know you probably think that's like.. Lame.. I mean you're having this cool party in this mansion and I'm just, here."

"Oh no, no darling. This isn't even my home. I'm not quite rich either."

A beat.

"Oh."

"Oh what?" He stands up in front of you, holding your chin up to look at him.

"I just.. I didn't- know..." You stutter out, feeling flustered from his bold advances.

He leans in closer to you, bending over to almost, barely, touch your lips to his. In less than a second, he's able to scoop you up, turn himself around, placing you on his lap as he takes your seat on the couch.

"You're quite handsome, you know that?" He states, trailing kisses down the side of your neck. Biting and nipping gently, sliding your white tank top down your shoulders as he gets to your collarbone area.

You're unsure how to react to this, but there is one thing you are sure of. You are enjoying this.

You open your mouth to speak but he quickly hushes you.

"Ah ah ah, let me adore you." He places an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. A hand begins traveling south, first visiting your thighs before reaching towards the zipper of your jeans.

"Oh- Uh- Ollie.. Stop.." You quickly spit out. He immediately moves his hand away from your zipper and rests it on your shoulder.

He kisses your neck and whispers into your ear. "What's wrong darling?"

"Nothing I just... I'm not.." You can't find the words to tell him who you are. A tranny, Annabel would probably say.

A man is showing interest in you for the first time since you've transitioned to male. He knows you as a man, and only a man. He doesn't know the 'girl' you used to be. Revealing this could ruin it all. You've never gotten the surgery, you never planned to, which you knew was okay. But would this boy still continue to pursue this experience with you if you had told him?

"If you're not ready, I understand dear. We don't have to." He turns your cheek towards him and gives it a peck. "I just thought you're quite cute." He taps on your left thigh.

"I- No I.. I want this I just.. I'm..." You let out a sigh before muttering your reason. "I'm not.. a real guy"

"What? Of course you are dear, how could you not be?" He plants a kiss along your shoulder line.

"No it's.. Oliver I'm.. Trans I..." He shushes you again.

"Do you really think that's something I'm concerned about?" He nibbles at your ear.

You hear your heartbeat in your ears. You've got no idea how to react to this.. Besides reaching for his hand and placing it back towards the zipper of your Goodwill jeans.

Undoing your zipper, he reaches down tugging at the elastic of your boxers. "Is this okay?" You nod in response, but he doesn't move.

"Yes." You confirm verbally, causing him to slide his hand down into your boxers, placing his fingers onto your wetness. You gasp out of shock.

He begins using the pad of his fingers to rub up and down your wet folds.

"What a good boy.. So wet f'me already, hm? I've barely touched you, slut." He whispers as he slips his middle finger into your entrance. Causing you to mewl in pleasure, adjusting your hips as he hooks his finger inside of you. "Aaah.. O-oliv..er..."

He plunges his ring finger inside of you without a warning, slowly sliding his digits in and out of you. He adds his thumb, rubbing soft circles on your clit. You grab for a pillow. You release a loud moan as he plunges his fingers inside of you, hooking against your walls, sending your hand straight to your mouth to muffle the sound. Oliver moves your hand away and holds it down.

"Bad bad boy. You need to let people know how much of a dirty fucking slut you are f'me. So let whoever passes by hear your beautiful moans. You're mine right now, alright?" He whispers against your skin, almost threateningly.

"Ha..aaa.. y-yes.. fuck-" You agree. You begin grinding yourself against his fingers, essentially riding his hand to increase the pleasure you're feeling. You can feel as Oliver grows beneath you.

"F-fuck.. Oh.. Who's a good boy? Hmm? Who's my good slut?" He mutters into your ear, your grinding against his fingers is also rubbing his hard-on he has. You whimper in response as he continues to fuck you with his fingers even harder.

"Speak up, I don't understand whimpers and grunts."

"Fuck- I... I am.."

"Good boy."

As you feel that familiar knot form in your stomach, you clench around his two fingers, riding the feeling even harder, causing him to pull out. You mewl in response, your body instinctively chasing for his fingers again. "O-oliver.."

He pats your thigh twice, signaling for you to stand up. You stand in front of him.

"Take them off." He leans forward and tugs at your waistband of the jeans. You push them down off your legs as quickly as you can, then following with your boxers, discarding them somewhere to the side.

You watch as he pulls down his white suit pants, which you've now noticed has golden embroidery, and boxers, his hard cock springing out against his stomach. Leaking with pre cum, he uses his hand to gesture you closer.

"Sit down baby."

You follow his orders. Climbing onto the couch with your knees, you line your wetness with his tip, before slowly plunging down. You hiss in pain as he guides your hips down.

"I know, I know, but I promise it'll feel good." He continues to lower you down before your cunt swallows his length.

"F-fuck... Yeah.. That's my boy." He allows you a moment to adjust to his size. "Go when you're ready."

After a few moments of you digging your nails into his shoulders and burying your head in the crook of his neck, you begin to push yourself back and forth. He holds you by your hips, guiding you and he throws his head back.

"Ahhh... Yeah.. Fuck... God, you're such a slut f'me. Just fucking yourself on me, hm?" He teases. He places his other hand on the back of your neck, almost to your head, and pulls you in for a kiss. It's intimate, passionate, hot, and every other possible word you could think of to describe a good kiss. The way he glides his tongue against your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter your mouth before you part your lips. He plunges his tongue in, exploring your mouth and the tastes of you. He can taste the rum you had earlier.

Placing both hands on either hip, he rocks you on top of him even faster, causing him to groan out of pleasure. Which then, in response, causes you to mewl as his hard cock twitches inside you.

Like earlier, he picks you up swiftly, without breaking connection, he lays you on the couch, propping your ankles up above his head, as he continues fucking you. The new position allowing for more pleasure for the both of you, a new stimulus hitting your g-spot, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to release.

He picks up the pace, both of you moaning harmonically, to where it sounds almost scripted. Using a hand to hold your head up, he forces you to watch as he slams his dick in and out of you. Throwing his head back, he becomes a moaning mess, his cock throbbing and twitching inside of you, he feels his own release on it's way.

"Fuck... You wanna be a good slut for me? Hm?" He looks down at you predatorily, you nod and try to get out a yes, but it's interrupted by another slam inside of you, which you then moan out in response.

"I want you to come on my cock. Can you do that? Can my boy do that for me?"

"Y-yes O..Oliver..."

"Good."

He continues to slam himself in and out of you, the sound of his skin hitting your skin, your moans filling the room, you arch your back as you feel yourself finally release for him. Your legs twitching and your back arched, he fucks you slower, allowing you to ride out your high, before he pulls out, and comes onto your stomach.

"Fuck..."

Your breathing is heavy, you've only just noticed that.

He slides his finger up your stomach through his cum, and plunges the white substance into your mouth.

"Good boy. Cleaning up my mess f'me. Slut."

You nod as he continues feeding you the white ropes he let out onto your stomach. He stands up to leave for a second, before returning with a warm rag, rubbing your stomach, core, and thighs down.

"You did so good for me." He praises you as he continues cleaning you up. Using a dry towel to dry the sweat thats collected in areas of your body. He plants a kiss on your forehead before helping you into your boxers. He picks you up and leads you to a bedroom, tucking you into the bed, he climbs in next to you.

He cuddles up to you, and plays with your hair until you've fallen asleep. Planting gentle kisses onto you and whispering sweet nothings.

"Goodnight y/n," is the last thing you hear before you've fallen victim to a deep sleep. The only thought you had last was how he could've known your name? You don't recall sharing it.

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garoujo · 2 years

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・✶ ｡ﾟtighnari is so glad he’s got you to help him through his heat cycle.

♱ warnings — somnophilia, f!reader, heat cycle mentioned, pussy jobs, previous consent mentioned, he’s a little teasing ? maybe ?

♱ note — more kinktober for u . i love him sm so i couldn’t not include him ofc <3 also i’ve never written heat cycles or anything b4 so sorry if anything is like not accurate idk !

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“gah.. it hurts.” tighnari grunts from the doorway, his footsteps feel heavy — he should’ve never agreed to patrol when the desire was already so thick in his cock. he was barely able to focus on anything else except the urge to cum, to rid himself of the ache that’s been pulsing through his body for the past few days.

it’s almost instinctive, like feral instinct the way his body carries him deeper into the tent when he gets his first glimpse of you on his bed — his ears twitching at the sight as a shudder rocks through his tail.

your figure is only slightly visible from the moonlight through the crack in the door, and tighnari feels his mouth run dry when you make a sweet noise in your sleep and it makes his cock twitch behind the confines of his uniform at the sound.

he’d already tried to relieve himself while he was out, fucking his fist in a secluded area just to try and rid himself of the heaviness he felt, but it didn’t work — it wasn’t you.

you knew how much tighnari’s heat seemed to affect him, promising him he was always able to use you to rid himself of the pain if he needed to — no matter what you were doing, you would help.

and he needs you now.

“it feels so heavy.. ugh. i wonder how much you can take.. hmm, let’s test that, shall we?” you were always so pretty, even nuzzled into his pillow in the dimly lit tent you were still beautiful, making his cock throb and leak behind his uniform so carnally as desire twists in his stomach at the sight.

but tighnari’s too pent up, hes too desperate when he’s haphazardly shoving his pants down around his thighs — climbing onto the mattress to loom over you before he’s turning you onto your back with a needy groan.

“i’m sorry.. it’s so hot.” the sight of your body so soft and pliant underneath him forces him to squeeze his eyes closed when his cock throbs painfully against his thigh, pre-cum smearing along your skin when he cages you beneath him.

tighnari’s already panting by the time he’s lined his throbbing cock up with your cunt, not enough time to pull your panties to the side — he’s too bothered by the latent heat under his clothes and the weight in his balls. “o-oh, my.”

the first grind of his hips into yours is eager, messy as he lets his head rest in the crook of your neck — one of his arms hooking around your middle to keep you pressed beneath him while he humps himself against your clothed pussy like a wild fucking animal.

he’s got your thighs spread so wide around him that it’s easy for him to swirl and rub the shaft of his cock along your folds. even in your sleep, you’re unbearably cute as you gasp and twitch at every eager rut of tighnari’s hips and he’s pretty sure if anyone were to walk past they’d know exactly what is going on — especially with how shamelessly he’s grunting and whimpering into your skin.

every back and forth rock of his hips feels like it steals the oxygen from his lungs, he’s already sweating and fucked out as his tail swishes wildly behind him — ears twitching along with the throb in his cock and it really is like his original instincts have taken over.

“you’re going to make me feel s-so good, sweetheart.” tighnari stutters, spreading your thighs wider as the blunt head of his cock catches under the hood of your clit, making your lips part to gasp as you begin to wake beneath him.

“‘nari?” you even sound so fucking cute when your sleepy gaze is blinking up at him, still a little confused but he’s pressing so deep into you until you’re wound around him and you still try to meet his movements once you realise what’s happening.

you’re clutching him so close, letting your fingers trace up tighnari’s hair to scratch at his ears and you watch the way his tail shudders at the sensation, making him push down eagerly on the damp spot you’ve both created along your panties before he whines, long and broken.

you’re whimpering at his movements as you meet him with needy little humps, feeling him mouth along your neck between carnal nipples of your flesh as he grits his teeth. “oh, im sorry. but—you looked so cute, i couldn’t help myself.” his voice wobbles through his frenzied need, breathing heavy against your skin as he tugs you into his restless movements.

you feel the first shiver and grind of his hips stutter before he’s cumming with a startled moan of your name, cumming thick and heavy along your panties and abdomen as his tail stiffens and shakes. tighnari’s cock is glistening with slick and cum, squelching lewdly as you hook your legs around hips and let him ride out his orgasm before he stills for a few seconds to catch his breath.

but you’re almost startled when his movements cease and he pulls back to look at you, gaze still blown and wild as he looks over you. “you okay?” you feel his fingers tuck underneath the fabric of your ruined panties and pull them to the side.

“oh yes, sweetheart. we’ve already made such a mess but won’t you let me fill you up? i’ve barely started. i know you can take it.” he grunts with a few touches along your thighs. you’re a mess beneath him, you’ve not cum yet and every graze of his fingers along your skin only feels like it burns you in the best way, feeling tighnari line his cock up when a quiet little yes falls so sultry-like from your lips.

it’s almost mean the way he sinks his cock into you, you’re barely prepped but his cum almost works as lube and the saccharine squeeze of your walls around him already feels like fucking heaven. he can’t stop himself, pressing his weight against your hips like he’s burying you beneath him, digging his cock into your cunt like it’s his lifeline as you grab at his shoulders.

“slow down, ‘nari. it’s so much.”

“oh? but it’s not enough, i still have so much cum for you. you have to try harder than that to tire me out.”

#𖥶 ₊˚. — ktober !#tw somnophilia #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #tighnari x reader #tighnari smut #tighnari x you

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xdaddysprincessxx · 15 days

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....thots or drabbles w/ Carnie!Ezra? or Carnie!Joel ?? I feel like Joel would be a meanie. 😈 He'd probably be the head mechanic of the carnival and just angry and frustrated all the time trying to keep the rides running on old grease and a prayer.

Why not both? Both sound good 😈

Here are my headcannons/thots about Carnie Ezra & Joel - honestly this is like a fic outline 🤷🏻‍♀️idk lmao

Smut below the cut, 18+only plz! Does contain p in v, threesomes duh, not edited all mistakes are mine!

- Ezra has missing teeth (due to fighting not hard drugs) def smokes Marlboros, and operates the scrambler. He’s a smooth talker, very social. He joined a couple of years ago, still relatively new to the carnival scene

- Joel is the carnival grump. He’s been apart of the carnival for fifteen years, since he’s been with the carnival so long he’s like the head carnie. He has a delicious beer belly that hangs over his old, worn out jeans. Permanent scowl on his face except when he sees you. Pretty little thing like you, always batting your lashes up at him. He can’t help but crack a half smile at you while his cheeks heat up🤭

-When Ezra joined, he took a liking to Joel and befriended him even tho Joel did not say or act like he wanted to be friends.

-Now Ezra is a flirt. If you got a pulse, he’s interested. You and your friends looked scrumptious while you waited in line to ride. As you stood at the front, you were wearing a low cut tshirt. Noting the way his eyes stayed on your breasts, you made sure to keep your chest pushed out a bit more than normal.

-Joel operates the Ferris wheel. Now while you enjoy the more thrilling rides, you found yourself riding the Ferris wheel quite a bit. At one point you had a sucker in your mouth while waiting to get on. Locking eyes with Joel as you purposefully pulled the sucker out far enough and swirled your tongue around it to show him just what you wanted to do to him.

-You knew Joel was gonna be harder to crack. So you wrote down your name and number on a napkin and gave it to Ezra.

- he wasted no time texting you and made plans to meet up after closing.

- Off in the back, a good distance away from everything, you met Ezra and quickly found his lips on yours and his tongue licking into your mouth.

- his cock felt so good, he was so deep as he bent you over. Had you on your knees in the dirt, fucking you like an animal when you felt eyes on you.

- “Well if it isn’t my old friend Joel. Look at this pretty little catch I got us.” Ezra announces to the dark wooded area as he pulls your head back by your hair.

-With your head lifted up and your eyes adjust, you realize you’ve had an audience this whole time.

-Joel grunts as he looks down at his boots, kicking at some invisible stick before walking over.

-Ezra’s stopped his thrusts as you look up at Joel towering over you. You softly put your hand out and palm his bulge over his pants. Smiling sweetly up at him.

-Joel lets you palm him got a second before swating your hand away and hastily pulling himself out of his pants.

- “Stick ya tongue out girl.” Joel orders you.

-Looking up at him with wide eyes as you stick your tongue out as far as you can, Joel grabs the back of your head, leans down a tad and spits on your tongue,

-“keep that tongue out now” he tells you as he guides your mouth down to his hard cock. Sliding the tip on your tongue, in and out, a few times smearing his spit around before roughly sliding his dick in and hitting the back of your throat.

-You gag as he holds your head down and face fucks you.

- Letting out a little chuckle, “A most wondrous sight we have here under the moonlight. A sweet songbird making the most lovely noises just for us my good friend.”

- You felt so full with Ezra stuffed in your cunt and Joel in your mouth. The two found a good rhythm and quickly you found yourself tumbling down. Your orgasm hit you so hard you could feel your own juices leak out of you.

-Of course you came back the next night to see both men. This time they took you back to their trailer.

-Joel sat on the couch as you straddled him, taking his cock in your cunt this time. Arms wrapped around his neck, holding on tight as he thrust up into you.

-Ezra came up behind you, his hands holding your cheeks open as he licked your tight hole. Pushing a finger in.

-“ That’s it, gotta work ya open just for me.” Ezra left a trail of kisses on your cheek before biting down just hard enough you felt the sting.

- You let out a loud moan as he bit your ass cheek, the feeling of his finger in your ass as Joel keeps fucking you had you on edge of another hard orgasm already.

-That’s when you felt Ezra take his finger out and stand up behind you. Looking back at him, you watched as he spit in his hand, lubing up his cock. He locked eyes with you and just smiled as he stepped closer, rubbing the tip on your puckered hole.

-your eyes roll back as you realize what he’s about to do.

-He pushes just the tip and already you’re overwhelmed with how full you feel

-Joel stops fucking you so Ezra can fully push into you. Once he’s fully buried in your ass your practically creaming from the fullness

-The carnival is only in town for two weeks. And every day you spend it there and every night you go back to their trailer, getting fucked by Joel and Ezra.

-You cry the day they leave, you came very close to saying fuck it and running off with them but they talked you out of it. They wanted better for you. So instead you look forward to the carnival coming back to town ❤️

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wannab-urs · 1 year

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You call the shots babe,

Can you please write a little subby Frankie blurb for me ? 💜💜

Why yes, my darling. You can.

I may have accidentally written 1200 words lol.

Warnings/Content: sub!frankie, soft dom!reader, anal fingering (m recieving), pegging, comeplay kind of? Excessive praise. Reader's body is not described in the slightest so they can be any gender, but it's probably implied they don't have a dick since they're using a strap? Idk. Enjoy besties

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Anything for you, babe

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“Francisco, baby, I’ll make you feel so good. Just let me try it. Please?” You do your best to imitate his puppy dog eyes -- the ones you’re never able to resist. Frankie sighs, tipping his head back and looking at the ceiling like he’s saying a silent prayer.

“Anything for you, babe,” Frankie says, just a tad sarcastically. You jump on top of him where he’s perched on the bed, tackling him back into the pile of pillows and smothering his face in kisses.

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you I love you,” you gush out. You squeeze his cheeks in your hands and plant a final kiss on his lips with an exaggerated “MWUAH!” before climbing off him and running to the closet.

“What are you doing, cariño?” You look over your shoulder at your gorgeous husband and give him a smirk.

“Getting my strap, duh.”

“Wait! Right now? You have a strap? Why do you have a strap?”

You sit back on your heels, holding your harness and a hot pink 5 inch dildo up triumphantly. “Babe, I told you I had a girlfriend before you. Remember?”

Frankie rolls his eyes and scrubs his hand over his face. “Yes. I remember.” He always gets pouty when you talk about your exes. You’d find it annoying if it wasn’t so fucking adorable. Tossing the strap on the bed, you straddle Frankie and give him a reassuring kiss, fluffing his hat-smothered curls with your fingers.

“I’m going to take good care of you, Francisco. And we can always stop if you’re uncomfortable, okay?” Frankie nods and wraps you in a tight hug.

“I trust you, amor.”

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Thirty minutes later, you have Frankie sprawled out on the bed, pillow under his hips and hands tightly gripping the sheets. He looks beautiful like this, a flush crawling up his broad chest, muscles taut with pleasure, head tipped back to reveal the column of his throat.

“That’s it Frankie, good boy. Taking my fingers so well, baby.” Frankie whimpers, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and squeezing his eyes shut. “Does that feel good, baby?” You’re slotted between his thighs, braced on one hand by his shoulder. Your other hand is working Frankie open, making sure he’s ready to take you.

“I asked you a question, Francisco,” you say sternly, crooking your fingers to hit the bundle of nerves inside him.

“YEah! Fuck! Yes, baby!” Frankie gasps out, throwing his head back. His thick cock is hard and leaking against his stomach. “Please, baby,” Frankie whines.

“You’re so pretty when you beg, baby.” You slide down his body and grip his cock in your free hand, gathering precum from the tip and stroking him languidly before taking the plush head in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around him before swallowing him down to the base, massaging his bundle of nerves at the same time. Frankie’s hands fly to your hair and his hips arch off the bed as a loud moan erupts from his throat.

You pull off him with a pop and slip your fingers out of his ass, lube dripping from his puffy hole. “I think you’re ready, Frankie. You want me to fuck you now?”

Frankie takes a deep, shuddering breath and nods. You lean up to press a kiss to his forehead. “Do you feel good, Francisco? Use your words.”

“So good,” Frankie whimpers. You stand up and slip the harness on, grabbing the lube and slicking it up. You settle yourself back between Frankie’s thighs and line the tip of your pink dildo up with his hole. Frankie reaches out for you and you slip your hands into his, leaning forward and pressing them to the mattress by his head. You press a gentle kiss to his lips and shift your hips slightly, slipping the tip of your dildo into him.

Frankie’s hands grip yours hard and his whole body tenses beneath you. “Relax baby, you’re okay. I’ve got you.” You kiss him slowly, deeply, sliding your tongue against his pouty bottom lip and into his mouth. His body slowly relaxes, and you push into him at a slow, smooth pace, mouth not leaving his until you’re fully seated inside him.

“How do you feel, Frankie?”

“Full… good… so full,” Frankie’s voice is breathy and his brows are pinched in pleasure. You smile knowingly, thinking about how it feels to be stretched wide on his thick cock.

“I know baby, I’m gonna move now, okay? You’re doing so good for me baby, just breathe.” You retreat slowly, keeping a careful eye on his face for any signs of pain. You sit up higher on your knees this time and when you push back into him, Frankie’s face lights up in pleasure and his hips buck up toward you again, a string of curses falling from his lips.

You pick up the pace a bit, making sure to graze his prostate on every thrust. His cock bounces on his stomach, fully hard again. You untangle one hand from his, planting it on the bed beside him. “Touch yourself, Francisco.”

He reaches between your bodies and takes his cock in his hand, stroking himself in time with your thrusts. “Good boy, Frankie. Taking my cock so well.”

Frankie flushes even redder at the praise, and you’d think he’s embarrassed by it, but his hand speeds up and his hips grind down with every thrust into him. You smirk down at him. “You like being my good boy, Frankie?”

“Y-Yes! Please, baby can I cum? Please?” You can’t believe he asked you to cum. It’s possibly the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.

Frankie’s eyes are wider than you’ve ever seen them, black pupils engulfing the honey brown of his eyes. His bottom lip is stuck out in a pout and you lean forward and kiss him again. “Of course, baby. You’ve been so good for me. Cum for me now, Frankie.”

You lean back and take his hips in your hands, digging your thumbs into the soft flesh. You thrust into him, hitting his prostate dead on every time. His hand is flying over his cock and his whole body shuddering with his impending orgasm. God, he is so fucking gorgeous.

Frankie’s legs go rigid and his free hand grips the sheet so hard the corner pops off the bed. He yells out a moan as he cums hard, painting his chest and stomach with ropes and ropes of cum. You still your hips, buried all the way inside him, and swipe a finger through his spend. You bring your finger to your lips and suck it clean before leaning forward to press soft kisses to Frankie’s forehead, nose, and lips.

“You’re perfect, Francisco. My perfect, gorgeous boy,” you whisper against his lips. You gently slip out of him and stand up to take off the harness. Once you’re stripped, you turn to head to the bathroom and get a washcloth to clean Frankie up.

Before you get a step away from the bed, Frankie wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a tight hug. You squeal as his cum smears all over your back. “Gross Frankie!!!” You yell, squirming to get away from him and his now sticky cum.

“Where are you going, cariño? I haven’t taken care of you yet.”

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