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anantaru · 1 month

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ayato + a soul sucking blowjob

synopsis. ayato was tired, fatigued and frustrated. arriving home from work shortly after to get finally spoiled by you <3

cw. oral (male! receiving), flustered ayato, fem! reader

you can easily discern certain noises in your place, or specific emotions you feel when you hear them. serving as an illustration— look at when the quick chime of the door being unlocked sparks over your eardrums. what's more, you remember that it's like an unwinding lullaby to you, when ayato lastly arrives home after a long day at work.

the high-priced material of his shoes made a rhythmic click as he walked, which then echoed through the living room when the yashiro commissioner crossed the dinner table to walk towards the couch— nothing else in his mind other than the cloying anticipation to feel you in his arms.

each footfall was unevenly separated from the last and clearly indicating fatigue, no rhythm in them at all. you note that your boyfriend must be utterly tired from his long day, quite spent as he ultimately reaches over to greet you before adjusting his pants to sit down.

"how was your day?" you kindly ask, your smile rumbling with a welcoming affection as you place one hand on top of his muscular thigh, "everything ran smoothly... not to worry," the man assures you after a moment of hesitation.

if there was something entirely true about kamisato ayato— it's that his honesty towards his beloved would only include the details he deemed for you to be okay to know. you were aware of that and really didn't mind, although sometimes you wished you could smooth over the secrets he's forced to carry with himself and make it a little easier.

chewing briefly on his lower lip, ayato searches for your trace, his hands slowly slipping between your legs to rub over the inside of your thigh as he gently exhales through his parted mouth, the clouded sight on his face accentuating his immense attractiveness.

"you look tired, baby," you note, squeezing his thigh, a sensual chime melting on the tip of your tongue when you move as slowly as the petals of a flower opening, silently kissing his cheek before pointing towards the obvious tent in his trousers.

"or… do you want me to take care of this?"

"you— you mustn't trouble yourself with it, i—," ayato ponders out loud, glancing awkwardly to everywhere but your face.

he didn't even realize that he's gotten a little too excited to see you tonight. this hasn't happened in ages and only served as an additional indicator that there was more to the frustration inside of him than he originally let on.

swiftly, and with a touch of silk, you unravel every sharp edge of his strong bravado— and the tension rises beneath the layers of garments he wore, a slight hue of embarrassment catching onto his pale skin.

"i'm just so happy to finally see you, 'cannot control it, i apologize."

his pure admittance coupled with his flustered expressions burns into your heart like liquid gold as he laps over his lips softly when you smile back at him, ready to worship him as if you're born to savor this hallowed moment.

"don't apologize," you remind him, and in the split second that your hand feels over his bulge, every nerve in his body and brain was electrified— as the motion of your palm spoke of a movement coupled perfectly to itself, confident, focused and reverent, "i missed you too."

unhurriedly, you get yourself off the couch before settling in between his thighs, your hands coaxing out a shaky groan from him as you slid them over his legs before hooking your fingers into the waistband of his pants, freeing him shortly after. at the feeling of his bulging erection being met with the cold air of the room, ayato whimpers, yet what actually made him lose his mind was when you took him in your hand, his glossed pre glazing over your knuckles and sending him into a heady trance.

he feels how his balls were tightening when you slant your lips forward to spit on his cock, his body starting to ready itself for your warm, wet mouth before you're slowly dragging your tongue over the slit, the feeling of ecstasy coming through him in a controlled wave of pleasure.

in this moment, ayato feels like all the relief in his life settled in his stomach and his worries died down, all the times he had dreamt of you the entire day when he was supposed to be actually focusing on work— not the memories of last night where he had you draped over the mattress, stuffed entirely with his cum. the memories of the night still left him in a tremble, and how utterly beautiful you looked claimed in such lewd manner.

your hand wraps around the base tight enough to heighten the feeling of pressure and bliss on him, a choked rumble coming from above you as ayato covers his face with one arm while the other settles on your head. your hand firmly palms around the base of his erection as you began to gave his tip a tentative lick, never focusing less on how he was reacting to you.

the more inches you decided to swallow, the more you cam into contact with a rich, masculine musk permeating on your tongue at the first taste of him— ugh, ayato tasted so good, and he always took such good care of himself that you cannot help yourself but rub your thighs together, hoping it's enough to pleasure yourself on your own.

to make him further lose his mind, you know what you had to do and proceeded to sweep your tongue across the head several more times until his eyes would turn bloodshot from the little droplets of tears hovering on his pretty lashes.

oh well, he must be so tired, fatigued and frustrated. at the same time, suffusing into the loss of his mind and the hotness of your lips softly pressing into his shaft.

he cannot wait until you take him in your mouth.

which then, naturally you did, yet slow, encouraged by the addictive taste of him filling your senses as you take more of his length into your mouth. you bob your head up and down, the heavy tip of his erection nudging in the back of your throat as you let him guide you up and down with his hand, working the first couple inches of his dripping dick against your tongue until you hit your limit.

for what you couldn't gather inside your wetness, you let your hand make up for the rest, finding a comforting pace as ayato grew so absorbed in watching you please him, it's almost as tasteful as feeling it in the first place.

just how obediently you let him feel around your mouth as his fingers slide through your hair— he hopes he manages to turn you soaked by the end of it, so he mustn't prepare you any further and can sink himself inside of you much quicker.

you lift your eyes to meet his delirious half-gaze before you hollow your cheeks, pulling back with a soft popping sound and a faint rush of adrenaline.

"you enjoying yourself?" you coo devilishly, then cock an eyebrow that destroyed all its softness within your triumphant gaze, "very much so," he smirks back.

boldly, he hides between the beautiful implications of a clouded expression hovering all over his facial features, when in reality, ayato has already planned out the entire night for you two.

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lady-of-endless · 2 months

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Reactions to their s/o wearing Valentine lingerie as a surprise? (Law, Corazon, and Katakuri pls❣️)

Their reaction to lingerie for Valentine's Day headcanons (Trafalgar D Water Law, Rosiante Donquixote - Corazon, Charlotte Katakuri)

Author's Note: Slightly nsfw! These 3 in a spicy request? Yes, please...Thank you so much for this one, I love it too much! Happy Valentine's Day, btw 💕 Hope you'll like those!

Trafalgar D Water Law

- Your lingerie of choice for him would be dark red, a classic and a reminder of what day it is. He never cared for Valentine's Day before you, it's possible for him to forget about it.

- Let's assume that you want to tease him, to finally get revenge for all the times he teased you mercilessly. You're wearing a loose top and somehow, as you were walking, with him behind you, the top dropped from your shoulder, revealing a red strap. You made it look like an accident but he saw right through you. Law squints his eyes noticing the strap and his stare goes a little lower on your body. As he assumed, he also noticed a red band peeking from the waistband of your trousers.

- Your little game stops when you hear from behind the infamous words: "Room - Shambles". When you blink you're precisely in the middle of his bedroom because of his ability.

- Once you reveal the lingerie fully, you'll hear the longest sigh he ever let out, slowly shaking his head. His eyes will scan each detail of it. Even if he keeps his composure, the dilatation of his pupils betrays him. He puts his hands in his pockets so that you won't see him clenching his fists.

- Law will tell you to stay where you are in the middle of his bedroom as he slowly starts circling you, a growing smirk on his face. You can tell he likes what he sees and that he's putting his wants on hold. Why? Because he wants to get you a nice blush on your cheeks to match the lingerie, he would say. Expect slow and soft touches of his fingers along your back and waist, and then unexpected slaps of the elastic of the lingerie against your skin as he pulls on it and lets it go. He won't stop until you're begging for him to stop messing around. He hopes that moment comes fast because it's hard for him to resist.

- He won't even ask for permission to rip it off. If you're complaining, he'll just shut you up by biting your lip and saying that he'll get you a new one.

Rosiante Donquixote (Corazon)

- Your lingerie of choice for him would be white and lacey or pastel pink with some embroidered little hearts like the ones from his favorite shirt. However, I think that the white lacey lingerie would destroy him.

- You don't want to tease him but you do want it to be a surprise he'll discover. You two are in a heated private moment on a couch. Corazon starts praising, and complimenting you because he couldn't do it during the day because of his disguise and slowly unbutton your shirt. As he kisses your neck with a blush on his face, he opens his eyes and notices the lingerie. He stops in his tracks.

- His flustered expression switches to a slightly serious one. You think that the speed of his changing expressions is because of his skill as a spy but right now, it's because his mind got clouded by obscene ideas. He asks you to stand up and strip so that he can see it fully. "Can you do it for me?"

- You take off everything else, revealing the lingerie while he leans back on the couch, legs slightly spread, eyes fixated on you. He takes in the full image and he feels the need to light up a cigarette and tame a drag to prevent himself from jumping on you.

- Corazon won't need to act as mute anymore because he genuinely became mute at that moment. However, his hungry stare spoke louder than words. He'll gesture you to come closer and sit on his thigh. As you're sitting there, he'll let his fingers softly slide over the details of the garments as he sighs.

- He's not going to rip it off, he appreciates the look too much. And also, he likes playing with those ribbons and bows like you're his present.

Charlotte Katakuri

- Your lingerie of choice for him will be black lingerie with lots of straps. We've seen his aesthetic with that black vest, boots, a lot of belts, and straps. How would it be if you decided to go for it as well? It would be the end of him.

- Once you start to undress and reveal your surprise for him. Katakuri's eyes will grow wider and his breathing will become slightly shallow. He has always admired how soft your features are and to see you in such a bold outfit? He'll pull onto his scarf a little higher on his face to hide his blush and he'll clear his throat because of how unsure of his voice.

- Sure, you look absolutely gorgeous, but what gets him more flustered is the fact that you wanted to wear that, especially for him. That's what gets him weak.

- Because he is so damn tall, he can't see the full set properly. He will just kneel before you, putting his large hands on your hips and pulling your body close to his face, looking up at you with enamored eyes.

(something like this but he's kneeling: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/6e/98/746e981b15d3019deea14edcd9dd3df4--forgive-me-romantic-places.jpg )

- He'll start kissing your hips, still looking up at you, hands sliding to your thighs. Please run your fingers through his hair as he does this. There's something about seeing Katakuri, this mountain of a man, a warrior, feeling so comfortable being at someone's mercy. He's bewitched with you and he wants to take his time to show his adoration before letting himself indulge in his desires.

- He'll ask for your permission before ripping it to pieces, grunting. Expect him to even rip a part of it with his teeth, as he gets more impatient.

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sonamytrash · 29 days

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More than a little troublesome

An: Just wanted to write more dirty talk, possessive, nasty Levi fucking reader senseless. Because my roman empire is that he'd have such a dirty mouth in bed.

Warnings: Sex, vaginal sex, fem reader described, derogatory language, dirty talk, possessive sex, possessive Levi, rough sex, fingering, creampie, lil bit of breeding kink, Levi's office door protests.

"I can't keep risking my life to pull your reckless ass out of trouble." Levi's hand left your cheek to explore the curve of your breast, his fingers teasing the nipple through your uniform until it hardened. Before unbuttoning the garment, tossing it aside and returning his hand to tease your nipple. You moan, "I don't mean to be so troublesome...I ju-" The sound of your voice was muffled by another kiss. You gasped into his mouth, your fingers tangled in his hair, and he growled against your lips. You felt the heat of his body against your own, and his hardness pressed between your thighs. His other hand slipped down, cupping your ass, pulling you even closer. He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against yours, "You're more than a little troublesome, brat."

His hand left your breast, only to skim lower, over your stomach and then lower still, to the waistband of your uniform. He pauses for a moment, his eyes meeting yours as he slowly unbuttoned your trousers revealing more of you skin.

"You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" He mutters against your lips before capturing them in another bruising kiss.

Your hands found their way to his uniform, fumbling with the buttons as you tried to undress him as well. He helped you, deftly removing his jacket and shirt, revealing his strong, muscular chest.

You felt a thrill of anticipation race through you as his fingers brushed against the bare skin of your hips. You arched your back, offering him better access, and he took advantage, pushing your trousers and panties down to pool at your feet. His hands gripped your hips, his thumbs tracing circles over the sensitive flesh, the wetness between your legs growing more intense with each passing moment. "There's only one place I've known you to behave and it's beneath me, full of my cock." He teases.

Without warning, his hands grip your thighs, and he lifts you, pressing your back firmly against the door as he grinds his hips against yours. "Look at you, so desperate for me. Is this what you need? Some attention from your captain?" He says, as your bare lower half dampens his trousers.

You nod, your lips part into a silent moan as his hand slides up your side, fingers trailing over your curves before cupping your face, his thumb caressing your lips. "You're going to be a good girl and take everything I give you then, aren't you?" He murmurs,

A breathless moan escapes you as you're pinned to the door. "Yes... Levi, anything." You reply obediently. Levi's grip on you tightens as a grin spreads across his face. "Good girl."

His hand moves down your body. When his fingers brush against your folds, you arch into him, your breath catching in your throat. His touch was light at first, teasing you before becoming more insistent, more demanding. You felt him part your lower lips with his fingers, and then he was there, without warning, plunging his finger into your dripping heat. He swallows your cries of pleasure with another searing kiss, his thumb circling your sensitive nub.

Levi's lips curve into a smirk as he feels your pussy clench around his finger, encouraging him to add a second. "That's right, take them all in. You feel so fucking good around me." He begins to thrust his fingers in and out at a relentless pace, his thumb teasing your swollen clit.

Levi leans in, his hot breath fanning over your neck as he nips and sucks at the sensitive skin. "You're dripping for me, aren't you? Soaking wet and aching to be filled." He curls his fingers, searching for that sweet spot that has you trembling in his arms. "Well don't worry, I'm going to give you every inch of what you need, babygirl."

Your head spun with pleasure at his words, his fingers curling inside of you, finding a tantalizing rhythm. His other hand gripping your hip, holding you steady as you rode out the sensations, writhing beneath him.

"Levi, please, fuck me." You begged, He only smirked in response, his mouth latching onto one rosy peak, his tongue swirling and teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. His hips began to move in concert with his hand, driving his fingers deeper inside you. You caught a glimpse of his strained muscles as he held you against the door and his other hand worked on your aching cunt, the prominent veins in his forearms looked like something only the gods could sculpt and yet here you both were. You moaned, arching against him as the sensation overtook you, your muscles clenched around his digits. Fingernails digging into his shoulders as your body shuddered with the force of your release.

"That's it. Let me hear how much you love your captain's fingers." He murmured, laving his tongue over your nipple one more time before pulling back to admire the debauched sight of you. "You're so fucking beautiful when you come undone for me."

Levi's grip on your hips tightens, effortlessly pinning you in place as his trousers drop to the floor. He positions himself at your entrance. With a low growl, he slowly starts to push inside you, stretching your walls to accommodate his impressive girth. There was a moment of blessed relief as he guided himself into you. "Fuck, you always feel so goddamn good..." He grits out, his eyes shutting momentarily as the warm sensation threatens to overwhelm him.

Once he's sheathed to the hilt, Levi pauses, allowing you to adjust to his size. His darkened gaze drinks in the sight of you, flushed and panting beneath him. "That's right, take every inch of me." He murmurs, a hint of possessiveness in his tone.

Without warning, he pulls back before slamming back into you, setting a relentless pace that has you crying out in pleasure. Levi's fingers dig bruises into your skin as he pounds into you, his mouth claiming yours in another desperate, searing kiss.

Levi swallows your desperate moans, his tongue tangling with yours as he continues his punishing pace. He can feel your pussy fluttering around him, your walls gripping him like a vice. With a guttural groan, he breaks the kiss, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"That's it, milk my cock. You feel so fucking good wrapped around me." He punctuates each word with a sharp thrust of his hips, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you. "I'm going to fill you up until you're dripping with my cum."

"Y-yes, yes, please." You moan desperately, wrapping your legs around his waist in an effort to feel every inch of him as deep as physically possible, absolutely dumb for his cock. His kempt pubic hair brushing against your clit with each unyielding thrust, the sticky, sweet sweat inbetween your bodies mingling together. His lips found yours again, his tongue dancing with your own as your bodies moved together in a rhythm that was both familiar and achingly new. Your hands find the back of his head, nails digging into the fine hair of his undercut as you kiss him hungrily in a desperate clash of lips, tounges and teeth.

Neither of you paying any mind to how the door creaked under your combined weight, the wood groaning in protest as he set his rough, demanding, relentless pace.

"Levi, Oh god, yes," you panted, your head falling back against the wood. "Don't stop." You whined as you felt the pressure build inside you.

Levi's eyes darken with primal lust at your desperate pleas for him. He lets out a feral growl, his hips snapping into you with renewed fervor. "That's right, beg for me you little slut." He rasps, his voice thick with desire. "This pussy belongs to me."

One hand slides down from your hip to your ass, kneading the supple flesh as he lifts you slightly, changing the angle to drive even deeper.

"L-levi", gripping his shoulders tightly "This pussy is all yours, I'm yours Levi, always." You whine. The overstimulation of the situation almost making your voice sound almost pained.

"I'm going to fill you up until you're dripping with my seed. You'll be carrying my child by the time I'm through with you." He punctuates each word with a deep, punishing thrust. That was enough to push you over the edge.

Levi's eyes widen briefly in surprise as your climax hits, and your sweet nectar drenches his cock. He lets out a feral growl, his hips snapping into you ruthlessly. "That's it, cum for me angel, and i'll give you every last drop!" He rasps, his voice dripping with lust.

One hand grips your hair, yanking your head back as he captures your lips in a bruising kiss, driving his throbbing length deeper into your quivering heat as he ensures your pleasure lasts as long as possible. Pressing you hard into the door as he loses himself.

With a few more deep, punishing thrusts, Levi cries out your name, his body trembling as he empties himself inside you. He holds you tight against him, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he savors the sensation of your walls fluttering around him and your legs wrapped firmly around his hips.

Levi gently lowers you both to the floor, cradling you against his chest as he presses soft kisses to your temple. His grip on you is possessive, but his touch remains tender. "That's my good girl."

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jarofstyles · 2 months

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Lush

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Warnings- escorting, mention of homelessness and money struggles, daddy kink etc

WC- 2.9k

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Y/N knew her job, and she did it well.

Sit still, look pretty. Perched on her favorite client’s lap, his strong thigh covered in a trouser that matched the blazer that probably cost more than she’d made in the last 3 months, she sipped her champagne quietly and ‘let the men talk.’

Harry Styles was an enigma. He had popped up a few weeks ago, bringing her to a dinner after a debriefing in a lux hotel in one of the bigger hotels on the Vegas strip. The window had overlooked it all, a penthouse that seemed to be used quite frequently considering the fridge had been stocked and he had socks stuffed in a drawer that she’d used later that night.

“I need you to sit on my lap, keep me company.” He had said plainly. The man was intimidating. Broad and tall, soft brown hair swept back and off his forehead. Stubble shadowing his face and over his lip, his features were sharp and his eyes a little harsh, but she could whole heartedly admit that he was the most attractive client she’d ever had. Being a year in after escaping a situation that was still haunting her nightmares, she had been eager to accept the higher paying and well vetted job she had, thank god, stumbled into. It wasn’t conventional, no, but nothing really was in Vegas.

“I can do that.” She replied, hands folded in her lap. He stood before her as she had sat on the couch, looking up at him as he spoke. “Is that all we’re doing in our time together?” To put it in a nicer way of asking. She could have bluntly asked if he was going to want sex, but she did try to at least have a little decorum- until the situation granted the freedom of it. It wasn’t uncommon for her and she was safe, tested, and generally did enjoy sex- but it was a job. This time, however, would probably be enjoyed more than she had in the past. A real attraction to the man would be helpful in many parts of making this more enjoyable.

“Who said that?” He rose a brow, looking down at her. It was a smoldering look but she couldn’t find it in herself to look away as he got closer and tilted her chin up. “I intend to take everything you’ll offer. I’d suggest canceling your plans for tomorrow.” She didn’t have to ask why. It was clear this man intended to fuck her, and fuck her well.

Spoiler- he did. Harry had, for all intents and purposes, rocked her shit. So when she found his name on her books twice the next week, she hadn’t complained. She’d been excited, actually, considering she’d been able to feel the sting of her ass when she’d sat in the Lyft the next morning to take her to her apartment. Another good thing about him, she found as she looked in her purse, was that he tipped extremely well. More than was deserved, if she was being honest, but the one time the girl brought it up he had shoved another hundred dollar bill into the waistband of her sleep shorts and sent her on her way.

It had become known to her that he specifically requested her. If she wasn’t available, he’d offer more money than the other client was paying- and her Madam had no problem with that, considering it upped her cut. She found herself with him 3 times this week, frequenting clubs and drowning out business talk as his large hand splayed across her waist and the other hand held a sweaty amber colored liquor on the rocks. Much to many of her friends and client’s surprise, Y/N didn’t drink much. She stuck to lighter things, champagne and rosé, and kept to a one to two drink maximum. She preferred keeping a clear head when on the job and honestly? Drinking wasn’t her thing. A buzz was nice, but anything past that meant a headache in the morning. She wasn’t a morning person to begin with.

This meeting was going past its normal time, making her wonder what was being said. If she was being frank- Y/N didn’t do much listening in his meetings. It felt like they were talking in code, another language, and she couldn’t be assed to listen about imports and exports and blah, blah, blah. Her brain was happy to sit and be warm on a handsome man’s lap, observing the dance floor. Dancing used to be so fun, something she’d always loved to do as a child. Now she didn’t get to do as much, even though she’d wished she could. Club dancing was far different than her normal type but if she was on the balcony of the most VIP of the VIP sections, she was going to take her people watching to the next level.

“Y’alright?” His raspy voice breathed over her ear, not taking his eyes off the men who were talking amongst themselves. “I know it’s late. We can go back soon.” While Harry wasn’t the most warm and fuzzy person, he did respect her time. He was a little scary, truthfully, and she didn’t want to upset him. He hadn’t done anything wrong. He was respectful and kind to her, he spoiled her with tips and orgasms, and she had no complaints. If staying out a bit later than he had said was the least of her worries besides his scowling, she was golden.

“I’m okay.” She smiled. “People watching. Sorry, I’m not paying attention. Dunno what half of the stuff you’re talking about means.”

Y/N had no reality of what he did. No clue. She was too afraid to google him. To ruin the illusion she had of him in her head. He passed the background test and signed the heavy contract that came with hiring her, so he wasn’t about to harm her or anything- and from what she’s learned in Vegas, sometimes you’re better off not knowing. There was a lot of shady business practices that went on. It was legitimately upset her if he was a bad person outside of the law, so she decided not to go searching for answers she possibly didn’t want to find.

“That’s good.” He murmured, pressing a private kiss underneath her ear. “Don’t worry about it. S’nothing interesting anyways. Got t’keep up appearances.” His voice dropped. “Would much rather be between your thighs. Missed this body while I was away.”

And, Oh. It made her hot, a nervous giggle leaving her throat as the words tickled against her ear. Harry had gone away on a business trip, he’d prefaced it because he had been gone 4 day. He’d prescheduled to meet her on the day he came back. Her stomach did a swoop in her body as the cool hand that held his glass deposited it on the table, finding her thigh and squeezing over it. “You did?”

She had to wonder if he was buttering her up, but the thought was dispelled because Harry didn’t need to do that. He had always been a bit blunt and she liked that about him. Less sweet talk that he didn’t mean. What he said made sense- complimenting her body and her mouth and appearance, what she did for him, but he never went too far and said things he didn’t mean. So she believed him when he nodded, slipping his hand further up her dress and making her swallow thickly. He’d given her pretty lingerie he’d bought from wherever he went, the buttery silk laying against her body under the dress that hugged her figure. Red, he said, because she was a little devil between the sheets. “I did. Got t’bring you with me next time.”

Some girls did that. Y/N wasn’t even sure what the rate would be for a trip, but the idea appealed to her. “You sure you can afford it?” She whispered back, a playful tilt to her lips. Obviously he could. He was by far the wealthiest man she had in her books, evident by the liquor he ordered, the watches he wore and the cars the drove in. It was arousing to her, if she was being honest. When she settled down one day, the one thing she really wanted was financial stability. Maybe that sounded shallow, but with her history with no money and being a little jaded, it made sense to her.

“Can afford that, and a shopping spree for you while I do business.” He brushed his cool fingertips against her slightly damp panties. Harry didn’t smile often, but when he did? It was a smirk. A hot, arrogant little smirk that she should probably be annoyed by, but wasn’t. “Need to get you out of here, though. Have something I want to talk to you about before I sink you down on my cock.” His fingers retreated after a gentle brush to find them wet, moving to her leg as he began to wrap up the meeting. People would listen, even if they weren’t finished- he just had that way about him.

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Y/N had no clue what, exactly, he wanted to talk to her about. They’d had some nice conversations so far about a plethora of things. Movies, books, restaurants, some morals. But it wasn’t too deep. Both of them had seen it for what it was, even if they had impeccable sexual chemistry. She didn’t know the man all that well, only what was told to her and what he had divulged- and knowing the man had a sweet tooth didn’t account for much. So it was slightly intimidating when he asked her to meet him in the living room of the suite as he put away his watch and jacket.

What could he possibly have to talk to her about? Her brain was coming up with nothing.

“C’mere.” He sat himself down on the couch, offering his lap back up to her. It wasn’t something she did in private unless his hands were down her panties or she was riding him, but she decided to go for it. Her heels kicked off to the side, she sat herself back in the familiar way. It had taken her off guard, but his hand took her own and she watched as he flipped it over, thumbing over her ring finger. “I need to ask you a favor. A proposition.” He murmured, calculating eyes going back to her face. “And you can say no, if you want. I’ll understand.” Of course, this made her alarm bells ring but there was little time to panic. Considering he was a very get to the point man, he did exactly that. “I’d like for you to quit your current job and pretend to be my fiance.”

The bomb was dropped. Why, exactly, a man of his caliber needed a fake fiance? She had not a fucking clue. Harry continued, her face slack in shock. He took that into account, it seemed. “I like you. You’re polite, know how to behave in public. Gorgeous little thing. You’re intelligent, you’re quick, and you understand how to keep to yourself. That’s a very valuable thing to me.” His thumb resumed rubbing her ring finger. “We have incredible sex. You fulfill and exceed my needs, and I’m satisfied with sex for once in my life.” Y/N let him do whatever he wanted and thoroughly enjoyed it. There was no faking it with them. Their chemistry crackled in the air when it shifted. There was no doubting that. “My family has been pressuring me to settle down. I have no time to properly date, nor the desire to.” He sure as fuck wasn’t the type to go on dating apps, and the dating pool he was around was a lot of vapid people with money hungry libidos. At least he would know Y/N was there for money and there would be no confusion between them. “I enjoy your company. It isn’t traditional nor conventional, but I’d provide for you. I will deposit your average monthly income in your own bank account and give you a card to my own. I’d pay for your rent while you stay with me, and you’d have free time to do as you please. Whatever hobbies you’d like. Horse riding, art, reading, I don’t care what it is if you like it.”

Her head was swimming. What the fuck? She’d heard of men falling in love with escorts, sure, but this seemed… More transactional. For some reason, it made her feel a little more comfortable. He wasn’t proclaiming love after barely knowing her. He knew how it went and that she needed to be provided for. “Like a sugar baby?” She blurted out.

“Not particularly. My fiance in title. You’ve been introduced as my girl to everyone already, so it isn’t a difficult sell to anyone but my family. We’d announce our engagement, I’ll bring you to London to meet them, let it run it’s course.” His eyes bore into hers. “I don’t want you with anyone else while you’re mine. I’ll be the only one you sleep with, and vice versa. I don’t want you to split your time between me and anyone else. I’m asking for devotion, which is a lot. But I’d like it to be you.”

“Why?” Y/N knew he had explained it but it was still confusing. “I know what you’ve said but… surely theres other people that you’d want to ask? I’m just an escort you’ve been seeing for a little while. I mean.. The sex is great, don’t get me wrong.” And she was extremely attracted to him and his energy, but… “I’m not in my escort mode all the time. I don’t want to be working 24/7. I’m not as docile while off the clock.” She wasn’t about to get put into 24/7 smile and nod territory. It was fine when it was an outing, or even a night, but she did have a personality she quite liked outside of it.

“I wouldn’t expect you to be agreeable all the time. In fact, I’d like to see you fight me a little.” Harry’s smirk returned. “Makes the sex hotter. But…” he returned to his business face. “I chose you because we get along. I don’t like a lot of people. I may pretend I do, but it’s difficult for me to find people who don’t make me irritated. You’re… interesting to me.” It wasn’t the answer she expected, no, but still. She had more questions.

“So what about after it’s all done and over with? I’ll end up on the streets, homeless again because I know Madam isn’t going to just let me back on her lists.” She crossed her arms, not realizing what she’d said. Harry caught it, pocketing it for later. It didn’t sit right that she had been on the streets at all, but that wasn’t a topic he could broach right now. He didn’t have the right to ask yet.

“I will make sure you’re set after this is done.” He promised. “I will have all of your expenses covered while you’re with me. Nails, hair, food, clothing, hobbies. You’ll be making your pay and then some every week and not touching it. And if it ends early, I will payout an extra mil. Does that sound reasonable?” He rose an eyebrow. “I’ve got the paperwork with me, but you can sit on it if you want.”

“How long can I sit on it for?” It took everything in her to not bite at her nails. The one thing the acrylics were good for was curbing that habit. “It’s not a no, but I’d like to look at the contract and have a lawyer look over it before I agree to anything.” As young as she may seem, she wasn’t stupid. This would be a perfect way to take advantage of her. While she didn't have that feeling from him, she’d be dumb not to protect herself.

She didn’t expect the smile from him, but it made her heart beat a bit faster as he brought her hand up to kiss it. “Smart fuckin’ girl you are.” He laughed. “Good. That works with me. I hope you do sign it, though.” His eyes darkened a bit. Harry wasn’t good at sharing and the idea of this pretty thing belonging to him, in essence, made his dick twitch. “I’d love to take you with me to Italy and see you on my yacht. Maybe fuck you on it. Think you’d really love that.”

Y/N had a feeling she would, too. The idea of being with one man, a man she so far enjoyed despite a bit of arrogance and intimidation, was appealing after a year here. But she needed to cover her own ass before sinking into something too good to be true. “I would.” Her nails moved from his hand to card through his soft hair. “I’d love that. But I think you should focus on tonight, hm?” Her legs opened a little, and she guided his hand back to where it had been previously. “Take a look at the pretty things you’ve already got, Daddy.”

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br7ght · 4 months

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top material (part two) Lucy Bronze

summary: You're convinced you're the only person that can make Lucy Bronze squirm, and while no one believes you, you're determined to prove it

warnings: dom!lucy, dom! reader, semi-public sex, fingering, cunnilingus, slightly rough, fight for dominance.

pairing: lucy bronze x reader

word count: 2500 (part 1)

read part one here for context if you wish.

Hope you all enjoy it! If you couldn't tell I have a desperate need for more topping lucy bronze smut fics because it's something I need in my life. all. the. time.

SMUT 18+

You had her right where you wanted her. Her brunette hair tied up in a messy bun was now against the back of the bathroom door, your hands against her hips as you hungrily swiped your tongue against hers, feeling a slight resistance but one that wasn’t going to be difficult for you to overcome. Everything was moving in a whirlwind of lust as your breath mingled together in desperation. Your lips were colliding together at a rapid pace leaving you both panting as you leaned harshly into her body.

Her hands were strong and confident, moving down your back to squeeze your ass making you whine into her mouth as the sheer material of your dress offered no protection against her nails digging forcefully into your skin. You grab her hands off your back, pinning her against the stall door, planting your lips against her neck, strategically looking at where you could mark her that would allow others to see your artwork against her skin. She didn’t moan or gasp in the way that she made you, she just hummed in pleasure her body tensing up as you look her skin between your teeth, darkening the marks that you lied out against her neck.

“Watch yourself.” She smirked, feeling the marks darken and smirking as she could feel how high up her neck you’d decided to kiss against.

“What? You don’t want Leah to see?” It was meant to come out as jokey and light, but instead your voice was laced with jealousy, and you could see her hand tightly gripping Leah’s thigh in the back of your mind as your foreheads touched, pulling her in for a forceful kiss again.

“Why? You jealous of her or something.” She grinned, barely being able to get a sentence out before your lips smashed against hers again, this time her bottom lip slipping between your teeth, and you use this opportunity to regain some level of dominance in the bathroom stall.

“You underestimate me.” You say, knowing that it was the most truthful thing you’d said for the whole evening. You knew the team overlooked you because of your feminine persona, but you knew how you could make Lucy Bronze shake underneath you and you were determined to put that thought to rest.

“Prove it then.” She was still fighting against your grip and her hands came free, gripping onto your hips as you kissed her against the door, slipping her clothed thigh between your legs and you felt her muscular tones grind against your center, pushing into your heat and the pressure made you gasp, not expecting the contact.

She pounces in your moment of weakness, and you feel your back hit where hers once was, allowing her even more freedom to push her thigh against you, the resistance of the solid frame behind you meaning you felt it even more intensely now. “Just let me take care of you, I can feel how much you need me already, I’ve always known.” She smirked, watching your eyes darken at the feeling of her thigh between your legs.

“Shut up Bronze.” You growled, trying your best to ignore her tight grip against your body, the heat of her lips traveling to the back of your throat as you attempted to not give her that satisfaction. You ripped your fingers against the button of her trousers, quickly unhooking the material and dipping your hand beneath her waistband, feeling the soaked material of her underwear beneath your fingers.

“You’re going to let me fuck you, do you understand?” You ask unrhetorically, waiting eagerly for her response, her hips buckling at the feeling of your hand against her heat. You go to remove your hand at the lack of reply, but she grabs your wrist keeping it down her trousers. She was desperately trying not to give in to you, but when you found her clothed clit beneath your fingers you knew you had broken her.

“Fuck yes fine, anything, just touch me.” She groaned and you smirked as you knew you had her now. You cupped her over her underwear before dragging them to the side and gliding your fingertip through her wetness. Her hand fell beside your face, leaning against the door with her arm supporting her body as her core got weaker every time you grazed against her folds.

“Is this all for me or am I sharing this with Leah as well?” You teased with a tinge of actual jealousy, feeling your fingers sink into her entrance without much need to work her up. She was practically dripping for you, your confidence clearly allowing her something she wasn’t used to during these situations.

“Fuck baby, no its all for you, all since you dragged me in here.” She says desperately, her voice was deep and raspier than usual, frustration caught in her throat as she leant over your body, her forehead resting against your shoulder. The pad of your thumb moved skilfully against her clit, two fingers pushing inside her with no resistance, and she groaned against your neck.

You’d never had such an urge of confidence like it, your wrist thrusting ferociously into her now, her trousers slowly slipping down her legs, and it was a sight you’d never thought you’d get to see. Her head was resting helplessly against your shoulder, her arm the only thing supporting her body in a standing position as you worked her up, trying to get her as close as you could as quickly as possible, and it was seemingly working as her breaths became increasingly laboured and breathy.

“Don’t stop baby, whatever you do, do not stop.” It was an order, but it was a desperate one at that, her voice muffled against your shoulder, but her spare hand found its way to the hem of your low-cut dress, tracing the neckline with her fingers before sliding her hand inbetween the material and your skin, kneading your breast with her palm and your head fell back against the bathroom door as your nipples hardened under her touch.

She pinched the bud between her fingers as your thrusts quickened and your thumb pressed slightly harder against her swollen clit, her arousal spreading beneath your fingers. You felt her thighs begin to tremble, her posture becoming less structured as her orgasm brimmed against your touch, you could feel her climax reaching as she moved her head from your shoulder, capturing your face in a heated kiss, her lips slowly stopping as she gasped into your mouth, the vibrations of her groans traveling through your body. The grip on your breast tightened and your spare hand held the back of her neck as her groans turned to light moans.

A steady orgasm peaked and her body shook, barely being able to stand as you worked her through her climax. Her lips were still slightly ajar against yours, not moving against each other but still locked to one another as you slowed your movements.

“You were right, I did underestimate you.” She nervously laughed as she touched her forehead against yours, planting a kiss against your forehead. You matched her laugh in a more mocking tone.

“You don’t know nothing yet.” You grinned as you used her post-orgasm weakness to flip your positions again, her back slamming against the door and a loud groan escaping her lips as she watched you with awe as you dropped to your knees, pulling her trousers and underwear from her legs in one swift motion.

“Fucking hell, let me touch you, I want to return the favour.” She pleaded but not in desperation, more out of not being used to having all the attention put on her pleasure, not knowing how to deal with it.

“And you will darling, but not until I’ve tasted you.” You said, your veins pulsating with adrenaline as your hands dragged up the back of her thighs, pulling her heat towards your face, your need to know what she tasted like overpowering your usual slow teasing pace you liked to use on other women, but with Lucy it was different. There was a dire need to have each other, wanting to devour the other woman and you couldn’t be slow and gentle even if you tried, there was too much between you to take a teasing approach.

You lifted her thigh over your shoulder, giving you a clear view of her folds glistening in her arousal, you could see her pussy reacting to every breath you took near her, lying your flat tongue against her entire slit, feeling her hips slip underneath you, gaining a level of contact that made her weak in the knees.

“My god, you’re really fucking good.” She whimpered and you’d never heard anything like it, her confidence had broken down and her vulnerability was right in front of your face and as you dipped your tongue between her folds and the way she tasted was something you’d never want to forget. Her light moans against your tongue quickened and her hands fell into your hair, gripping onto you as a signal that she wanted you to devour her as well as you possibly could and who would you be if you didn’t give a begging Lucy what she wanted.

You dragged your tongue from her entrance, encircling her clit with sharp strokes that made her grips tighten and you heard a bang as her head fell back against her door, pulling your face closer to where she needed her. You took her clit between your lips, sucking gently which made her gasp in a way that wouldn’t convince anyone that she was usually in charge with other women. That was certainly hard to believe you thought as you looked up at her, glancing at the way her eyes were shut, her face twitching with every swipe of your tongue.

You were eagerly watching and feeling for her body to react positively to each new way you swiped your tongue against her clit, wanting to remember how you made her tremble beneath your mouth. You wanted to know what made her grip your hair tighter, more desperate for your tongue to drive her into her second release. Her body had grown tired but once you found the exact rhythm she needed to push her through her second orgasm, you stuck at it, determined that you would stay on your knees until she was finished getting off on your tongue.

Her hips started to grind against your tongue, her low groans sometimes slipping into sharp moans, but once you hardened your muscle against her clit, she groaned your name loud enough for anyone in the bathroom to hear and that sent a rush of arousal to your already dripping core. Hearing your name escape her lips was like everything you ever needed all wrapped into how her leg was gripping your body closer to her cunt.

You continued your movements and there she was, your name tumbling from her lips as her second climax reached its peak, her breathy groans forcing you to push away the feeling of your jaw beginning to clamp up, but there was no way you were going to stop until she had ridden out her orgasm, her hips uncontrollably jerking against your mouth, her arousal lacing your lips and seeping in against your tastebuds.

Once her fingers released from your scalp you knew to still your tongue as she wrapped her sweating hands around your face, guiding you back up as she smiled at you with her smeared all around your lips. She kisses you gently, her tongue darting out against your lip, groaning deeply at the taste of herself. “I admit I was wrong.” She whispered, almost embarrassed as her cheeks flushed rosé.

“Wrong about what hm?” You teased into her ear, admiring the marks against her neck that poked out from under her cropped shirt.

“I guess you can be classed as top material.” Her face had admitted defeat as her legs were still trembling from your talented touches. Her praise made you whimper against her lips, and she knew from the singular sound that she needed to touch you, needed to make you feel how you’d made her feel. “Let me return the favour, please.”

You nod and her energy instantly regenerates, passionately colliding your lips together as her hands bunched up your dress, hitching the bottom around your waist before turning you around, both palms flat against the side of the bathroom stall, her hand dragging up your back, parting your thighs as you feel her body push against yours, making you stand flush against the wall.

“Fuck me Lucy, God I’ve never needed anyone more.” You urged and she wasn’t going to tease you, not now you’ve really proven yourself against her false accusations. She instantly complied to your request, squeezing your ass cheek before trailing her finger between your folds, nudging your underwear to the side, and gathering the wetness that she found up her fingers before pushing two into your entrance and the adrenaline running through your body clouding your judgement as the sinful moan you let from your lips echoed throughout the women’s bathroom.

“I can hear that.” She hummed in satisfaction, not the type to care if anybody knew that she was making those sounds come from your lips at nothing more than two fingers pushing inside of you. Your back arched into her thrusts, your lip between your teeth as you attempted to remain quiet for the sake of your reputation. However, when her hand gripped your hair, tugging harshly to pull your head back you couldn’t hold any sound in anymore, each curl of her fingers brushing against your g-spot and she was indulging herself in the sounds you were making. “Just let go, I can feel you getting close already.” She encouraged, smirking as she knew your body better than you already, you’d barely ever been able to get to climax from just penetration, but the way her long fingers were grazing your sensitive spot was different to anything you’d felt before, the intensity doubling with each pump into you.

“Fuck Luce, harder please.” You didn’t have to ask her twice, you felt her thrusts get stronger almost instantly and you were convinced that this was barely full effort for her, yet beads of sweat dripped down your back, her spare hand snaked around your body, reaching around your neck, and squeezing harshly against the sides of your throat. Your breath hitched as your moans got cut off along with the oxygen flow to your head and you felt dizzy with each thrust, your orgasm building quickly and forcefully, more than you’d ever felt before.

She had no intention of stopping, wanting to see you squirm against the wall, your back arching even further and she couldn’t take her eyes off the way your body reacted to her touch, she didn’t think anything, or anyone could top the view she was getting of you. It was your turn for her name to tumble from your lips now as you climaxed, the feeling of finally getting your release overwhelming all of your senses until her hand loosened its grip around your neck. You could barely catch your breath as you rode out the aftershocks of your orgasm, her harsh thrusts stilling to gentle grazes before pulling out of you and readjusting your dress around your thighs.

“I think we make a pretty good pair don’t you think.” Lucy grinned against your blushing face as you turned back around, pulling your underwear back up and not an inch of shame flooding to your face, nothing but desire and gratification filling your head.

“You know what they say,” You smirk, watching as Lucy’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Two tops make a right.”

She let out a genuine laugh, stroking the stray strand of hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear, “No one has ever said that before, but I think you might be right.”

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thesparklingwriter · 4 months

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eternity

tags: smut, afab! reader, fem!reader, vanilla, gentle zhong, i think this is still kind of fluffy tbh

word count: 1.6k

a/n: merry Christmas to you all if you celebrate and an early happy birthday to zhongli. this year, i am celebrating two years of him consuming my every waking thought, dream and state of being

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You're always so surprised by how gentle your husband is with you. You're surprised that a being with so much raw power could look at someone like you, someone so fragile in comparison, and make the conscious choice to always be so careful. To always cherish everything you do with so much care.

He has never once raised his voice at you, even in times of stress or panic. His word choices are even gentler than the caring tone of his voice, or the warmth of his hand around yours.

Even after days apart, the way he kisses you is gentle, as if he knows he has all the time in the world to be with you. The way he slides his hands to the front of your silken pyjamas, a gift from him once he noticed you kept stealing his, is laced with tenderness and care. His eyes latch onto yours before he continues, and even though you can see the fire burning behind his pupils, the soft look on his face takes precedence.

You nod, answering his silent question as he pulls your lips to his, his hands lazily busying themselves with your buttons as you feel yourself being led to the bed. You know that if you did not want to follow, there would be no complaint, no pushback, and that knowledge warms you. Any attempts you make to return the favour Zhongli does for you as he frees you of your shirt are quietly ignored as he chooses to wholeheartedly focus on you.

His fingers are cautious as they glide over the bare skin of your chest, and even though he's touched you a thousand times, his eyes still seem as fixated on you as they had been the very first time.

"Is this alright?" he asks, and you reply yes, the same way you do almost every time, and his slight, serene smile finds itself on his face again as he gently pulls you towards his lap. Somewhere along the line--when, you don't remember--Zhongli's own shirt has been discarded, and you rest your hands against his bare chest as you lean in for another kiss. If you pay attention, you can feel the steady beat of his heart and the quickened pace of his breathing under your fingers, and if you hadn't felt it for yourself, you wouldn't have believed it. His fingers calmly massage circles into your back before they sneak down to the waistband of your trousers and pause there.

"Waiting for permission?" you tease quietly, pulling away from zhongli for a single second. His heavy lidded eyes are filled with a slight mirth as he smiles at your words.

"I was simply enjoying the moment," he replies, his voice low and rumbling. "I can continue, unless you have other plans?"

You smile at the way he doesn't take offence to your teasing, the way he languidly pulls the waistband of your trousers further down and helps as you try to navigate getting them off while straddling him. You're grateful that he had the foresight to remove your underwear at the same time as your trousers--you wouldn't have to figure out how to get those off.

Even the way he moves to lay you on your back is graceful. His fingers gently find their way up your thighs, and you're already agreeing to let him touch you before the words 'may I?' leave his mouth. He's careful with his ministrations, slipping one finger into you first, and letting you get used to the feeling--or rather, teasing you with it--before he adds a second, watching your face carefully to gauge his movements. He knows you like the back of his hand, he knows what the quiet whimper that escapes your mouth means, but chooses to pretend he doesn't.

"Tell me what you need, dearest." he whispers. "I'd be happy to oblige."

You fidget under him, another half-formed whimper escaping your lips before you manage to force out a single word.

"More," you whisper. "Please." your hand grips at his arm, but Zhongli doesn't seem to care as he curls his fingers inside you.

"More?" he repeats under his breath. if it weren't for the telltale rasp in his voice, you would have assumed he was unaffected by your desperate whines. "More what? I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific, my dear."

But his words are just for show and he does exactly what you know you want, a smile creeping up on his lips again as he feels your walls tightening around his fingers and your nails dig into his arm.

"Go on," He whispers. "Make a mess for me." Your eyes meet his, and even though his words are a command at face value, you hear the quiet inklings of a request in his voice, as if he needs you to cum on his fingers more than anything else in this world. The look on his face when you oblige him with a quiet whimper is nothing short of fascination and pride--he's infatuated with you, your smile, your eyes, the way you fidget under him desperate for more than one release.

"Good girl," he whispers, gently massaging your hip with his hand, scanning your face for discomfort. He doesn't find any.

He brings his other hand to his mouth, and you cover your face, the sight of him licking you off his fingers too much for you to bear.

"Hmm? What's the problem, beloved?" he asks gently, using the hand that was once massaging your hip to reveal your face to him.

"It's embarrassing," you whine, and Zhongli can't help but chuckle a little at that. He finds it humourous that this is where you draw the line but doesn't question you further, turning his attention to undoing his belt.

You hear him discard his trousers as he leans over you and captures your lips in a gentle kiss.

"Stop teasing me," you complain, and Zhongli once again chuckles, amused by the slight frustration in your face.

"I am in no particular hurry," he smiles. "Is it a crime to want to savour this moment with you?"

"Yes." you reply immediately, and Zhongli realises that perhaps his actions up to this point have been bordering on cruel.

"Very well."

Zhongli gently takes your hand in his as he lines his cock between your folds, and begins to roll his hips at an agonizingly slow pace. You think that once again, he means to tease you, to rile you up, but when you look up at up and see the devotion in his eyes... You're embarrassed for even thinking that way in the first place.

"Are you alright, love?" He whispers, gently burying his face in the crook of your neck after asking, and you nod breathlessly.

"More than alright," you reply between moans, wrapping your legs around his waist, and your arm around his neck. "You're always so good."

Your words have a stronger effect on him than he'd ever thought any person ever could, and his hips stutter and still for a few moments, disrupting the lazy rhythm he'd cultivated. He kisses your neck in response "And you always take me so perfectly."

When Zhongli lifts his head from your neck to focus his attention elsewhere, and the steady pace of his thrusting speeds up, you lace your fingers through his hair. Zhongli notices the signs of the familiar tension building in you, as you squeeze his hand tighter.

"Li, I'm—" you whine, but Zhongli doesn't even need you to finish your sentence to know what you're about to tell him. His intense gaze locks onto yours, telling you everything you could ever want to know, and you pull him back down to your neck as your orgasm consumes you.

You barely even notice when Zhongli's movement still entirely, distracted by the way his teeth catch on the soft part of your neck. You want to laugh. Zhongli has bitten on that same spot on your neck maybe a hundred times, and yet, he's still worried he might hurt or startle you. He attempts to pull away from your neck for a second to look at you, but you drag him to the side instead, wrapping your arms and legs around him tighter.

He begins to ask if you're alright, but the content sigh that slips from your mouth as you attempt to pull him even closer answers his question for him, and he takes a moment to appreciate the movement in its entirety.

He is always surprised by you, by the way you treasure him, by the way you see and appreciate the power he holds, yet treat him the same as you would had he been entirely human. He has lived for thousands of years before you, and will live for thousands of years after, and you know that, but you've never let that knowledge harden your heart or make you believe that he deserves less of you because of it.

Your fingers gently drag against his scalp, the other hand absentmindedly stroking his back, and more than anything, Zhongli is grateful that with you he doesn't have to be an archon or a god or an immortal being with all knowledge of the world and its idiosyncrasies. With you, he is just himself, and he knows you would never begrudge him for that.

"Just a little longer?" You whisper, when you feel Zhongli attempt to move again, no doubt to carry you to a bath that was designated for you, but one he would ultimately find himself in too at your wishes.

"If I were able to," Zhongli whispers back, gently moving your hair out of your face. "I would gift you eternity."

notes: drops this, runs, hides, doesn't open tumblr until the 31st of dec

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hyunsvngs · 6 months

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kinktober !

kink: small penis humiliation

pairing: han jisung x fem!reader

wc: 1.7k

"Do you… Do you have any weird kinks? That you haven't told me about?"

Han Jisung. What a way to pique my interest, you thought. You put your book down on the bed beside you, looking over at him with intrigue. He was avoiding your gaze, hands fidgeting. Oh, he had something to confess.

"I'm not sure, Sungie. Nothing major, nothing that you don't already know about, at least." You were very open with him about your desires, and he knew this.

"Oh," he murmured, with a nod. "Okay."

So, he would take a bit more prompting. "Why do you ask? Do you have anything?" You waited for a moment, but he remained silent. You prodded him in the side, urging him to answer. "Is it something embarrassing?"

"No!" he blurted. "Well, kinda."

You shifted closer to him, leaning into his side. "You know I'm not gonna judge you. C'mon, tell me."

He sighed, covering his face with his hands. "Have you ever heard of, like… small dick humiliation?"

Now this was an interesting development.

Obviously, Jisung's dick was far from small. It was always enough to satisfy you, and he had plenty of enthusiasm with how he used it too. But you were more than willing to pretend, for his gratification.

"You're into that?" you asked, brain whirring as you thought of all the possibilities. "You want me to berate you for having a small dick?"

Jisung peered up at you, nodding slowly. He looked so vulnerable, after sharing this with you. He was putting all of his trust in you, to hold this information and degrade him while still respecting him.

You let out a sigh, relaxing your shoulders. "I'm so glad you told me about that, Sungie, that's actually such a relief. This whole time I've been pretending that your little dick actually gets me off, and now I don't have to pretend any more."

Jisung stared at you, eyes wide, mouth open in surprise. His eyes scoured your expression, trying to figure out how genuine this was. "Are you just saying this to get me off? Or are you being for real?"

You frowned at him. "Take a look in your pants, babe. Does that look big enough to satisfy anyone?"

He lifted his waistband, looking down. "I d-don't know," he stammered.

"Do you want to find out?" You patted his cheek gently. "Fuck me, and I won't fake it this time."

Already, he was hanging on your every word. His eyes had gotten that sparkly, glossed-over look that you loved so much, the one that made him look so fucked-out before you'd even touched him.

"I'll fuck you - I-I can fuck you, I'll do a good job, I'll show you-" He was pulling off his clothes as he spoke, tearing off his shirt before tugging down his trousers.

You fought hard not to smile when you saw his dick - it was your honest reaction, every time. You loved your man, and you loved his dick. Long, thick, veiny, hairy, everything you'd want in a cock. His dick was what you dreamed about at night, it was your medicine at the end of a long day. This was really going to test your acting abilities.

You kneeled on the floor before him, in between his legs. "Is it even hard?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as you looked down at his dick, twitching and hardening more by the second. "I can't really tell, it's still so small."

"No, it's not hard all the way yet! It can get bigger, I swear!" he insisted, stroking his shaft with fervour, as though desperately trying to get it harder. He didn't have to try very hard, of course; just a tiny sprinkling of humiliation was enough to make him rock hard within seconds.

"That's it?" you asked, putting on a disgusted expression. "It's hard now?"

Jisung nodded silently, cheeks bright red.

You tutted. "I bet Minho's dick is bigger than this. I look at the bulge in his trousers sometimes, just to imagine what it's like to be fucked by a real man."

"I'm a real man!" Jisung yelled out immediately, spurred on by the comparison to one of his best friends. "I can fuck you like a man, p-promise I can!"

You climbed onto the bed, laying back and stripping your shorts from your body. "C'mon then, let's get this over with. Just fuck me, I don't need any prep. Not for that tiny thing."

Not that you were going to tell him, but the reason you needed no prep was because the startled, submissive look on his face was more than enough to make you wet.

He positioned himself between your legs. You grimaced as you stared at his cock, the tip bumping against your pussy. You scoffed."It's barely a clitoris! I bet I could fuck you with my clit and it'd feel better than this."

It was comical, really - his dick was so clearly massive, and it was so obviously going to stretch your hole like crazy. Yet when you looked into his eyes and insulted his size, he looked back at you completely overwhelmed with arousal.

Jisung whined, rubbing the head of his cock against your hole. "Please, please, I know I'm pathetic, but please can I fuck you?"

You rolled your eyes at him. "Go ahead, I don't care - I'm not gonna feel anything anyways."

He let out a groan, sliding his cock into you right away, babbling, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

His eyes slipped shut, and it was a good job, as he would've witnessed the expression of pure bliss on your face as he filled you up.

Jisung never took it slow, and tonight was no exception. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses against your skin as he fucked you, hard and fast. You had to bite down on your lip to stop yourself from squealing; with every harsh thrust, he was sending shocks throughout your system, making butterflies erupt in the pit of your abdomen, making you want to cry out in ecstasy.

He was whimpering against your skin. "I'm sorry… 'm sorry I've got such a useless little dick."

"Aww, Sungie," you cooed. "It's not your fault you're so pa- pathetic-"

Your voice was broken, hoarse. Jisung was thankfully too horny to notice any cracks appearing in your facade.

"Are you enjoying this, Jisung?" you asked him.

"Yeah, yes, fuck! So much!" he cried out.

"I'm glad someone is. I can barely feel anything."

He moaned at your words, and the noise was like music to your ears. He sounded so worked up, so desperate.

"Let me see your face, baby," you urged him. "Wanna see how needy you are."

He lifted his head from your neck bravely, propping himself up on his arms while he fucked you. His eyes were wet with tears, a tiny bit of spit dribbling from the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, hon, this is pitiful," you said, your tone condescending.

You reached your hands between your bodies, fingers locating his nipples. You squeezed them, not very gently, and he yelped, his reaction a mixture of pleasure and pain. They grew harder beneath your touch as you played with them.

"Look, even your nipples are bigger than this thing you call a dick. How sad is that?"

"So sad," he whined, nodding along with your words. "I'm gonna cum - I'm gonna cum, baby, I can't hold back!"

You laughed at him. "It's barely been five minutes, Jisung! Are you serious?"

He nodded, letting out a strangled groan. "Can I?"

"Sure, cum inside me. We don't need to worry about you getting me pregnant anyways, not with a dick like that-"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jisung moaned in time with his thrusts, before burying his dick deep inside you and collapsing against you, panting heavily. "Baby!"

You stroked his hair gently. "And I'm nowhere near finishing. See, I told you you can't get me off with that shrimp." This was a blatant lie - with just a few more minutes, and maybe some stimulation of your clit, you would've come for sure.

Jisung lifted his head quickly. "I can get you off - I can, I can!" He leapt up, throwing himself down the bed and landing between your legs. He lowered his face into your pussy, and licked a very gentle, tentative line from your hole up to your clit. He was looking up at you with wide eyes, as if waiting for approval.

You nodded at him. "It's a good job you're good at oral, baby. Otherwise I'd have no reason to keep you around, would I?"

In true Jisung fashion, he went from 0 to 100 within an instant, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard. He swirled his tongue across it, back and forth, back and forth. There was no way you could hold back your moans, not when he was overstimulating you like this.

"That's good, baby," you praised him, before demeaning him a little more. "Feels way better than your dick did."

He hummed, sending vibrations through your core. He didn't hesitate even for a second, proving his abilities to you with all his might.

He inserted two fingers deep inside you, curling them upwards to meet your g-spot, just the way you'd taught him.

"Oh, baby, those fingers are so much bigger than your dick, that's so nice."

Jisung began to whimper, whining as he licked and sucked everywhere. The desperate noises were your undoing; you felt your climax burst outwards from your core, your legs shaking as they wrapped around Jisung's frame. You could barely see, could barely hear, couldn't feel anything apart from your orgasm.

"Fuck," you hissed. "That was good."

He collapsed against your chest, nuzzling into you. "Was I good?"

"So good, baby," you confirmed, catching your breath. You kissed the top of his head, and he gave a contended hum. The two of you lay together quietly, recovering.

Jisung spoke up again after a few moments, his voice quiet. "My… my dick… it's okay, right?"

"Of course, Sungie, it's more than okay! I love your dick just as much as I love you. It's perfect."

He giggled. "Okay, good. Just wanted to check."

"It gives me everything I need, baby, don't worry about that."

Jisung beamed up at you. "Thank you for doing this for me."

"You're welcome, baby," you smiled back. "I love you."

Jisung picked himself up, nuzzling his nose against yours. "I love you too."

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delirious-donna · 16 days

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Most men like the sight of their lover wearing one of their work shirts, or perhaps an old college sweater. Maybe their favourite is when you loosely knot one of their ties around your neck, wearing nothing else but a smile and the promise of salacious intent.

Higuruma Hiromi likes it best when you steal his boxers and wander through your shared home with the soft cotton hugging the squidge of your thighs. The stretchy waistband sculpting the curve of your waist and the meat of your backside on prominent display despite being completely covered. Everything is tight on you where it’d be loose on him and he adores that.

It drives him wild. He watches you walk from the bedroom to the kitchen with his eyes on stalks and a groan barely restrained in his throat. You’ll hear him whimper when you bend to retrieve a clean glass from the dishwasher, his steps heavy as he crowds against your back and you feel the growing arousal in his trousers rock between your arse cheeks. His kisses are wet and insistent to the side of your neck, arms easily wound around your body whilst you smile knowingly.

“Good morning, Mrs Higuruma… did we forget to do laundry again?”

#delirious writes #higuruma hiromi #just a morning thought #I love the wearing their clothes trope so much

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pearlsandpemberly · 6 months

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shared breath - levi x reader (18+)

Summary:

Levi's last chance at life allows him to love her the way he's always wanted to.

Genre: Light Smut, Established Relationship, Romantic Fluff

POV: Third Person, f!reader

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51501670

Note: This can be read as a follow-up to my other fic 'until then', but can be read on its own.

“Do you need help?”

Levi doesn’t look at her, hands still occupied with his shirt buttons. “I haven’t lost all my fingers now, have I?” is his quiet response.

He hears her walk closer to him and exhales softly through the nose when she places a hand on the back of his neck. “You and I both know you could still kill a man with your eye shut – I also know that you usually undress yourself a lot faster than you’re doing now.”

Levi shrugs a shoulder, hands coming back down to his lap. They are ensnared with the slightest of tremors – a rarity, despite everything his body has endured. He curls his fingers inward, clenching his fists.

She doesn’t move, threading her own fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck. The familiarity of her touch still affects Levi as it has always done, the shiver up his spine as prevalent as it was when he first took her hand in his. He tips his head back slightly, leaning into her touch.

“Do it,” he says. “Please.”

“Ah, manners.” She comes around, kneeling in front of his chair. “So easy to forget that you know what they are.”

Levi huffs but finds his words lost when her hands come to finish the job he barely started, the pads of her fingers brushing against the cotton of his white shirt. He looks at her in a simple white nightgown, the small straps of lace kissing both of her collarbones. Her face is illuminated by the warm glow of the candlelight and once again Levi finds his mouth drying up, feeling his heart thud a little faster as she exposes more of his chest. Her expression morphs, a shy smile forming on her lips. As her cheeks darken, Levi’s do too, as he realises she can feel his pulse quickening.

Her movements slow as she comes to the bottom of his shirt and he sees that her hands are slightly unsteady as she pulls the fabric out of the waistband of his trousers. It is something she has done for Levi countless times before, and yet…

The thickness of the air grows as she looks up to him, tilting her head to the side. “I’ll leave you to do the rest,” she says quietly, raising herself off the floor, ready to step back.

Levi takes a hold of her wrist, keeping her in place. “Have I shown you what this new chair can do?”

She shakes her head, smoothing her gown.

Although his hands are still unstable, Levi turns to the side of his chair, pulling at several mechanisms until the left arm disconnects from the chair. He places it down and moves to the right side, repeating the process. When he’s done, Levi looks to her to see her raised eyebrows and intrigued smile.

“Was this Onyakopon’s idea?” she asks.

Levi swallows and takes a hold of her hand again. “It was mine.”

One of her eyebrows raise a little higher. “Yours?”

He nods. “There was something I wanted to be able to do,” he whispers.

She understands without him having to say more, but she waits for him to pull her closer before she straddles Levi, hitching her legs and settling cautiously onto his lap. Her hands find their usual place on his chest and his come to settle on her waist, squeezing her gently.

The warmth of her body stokes the hunger building up within Levi and his hesitation begins to dissipate. Her sweet smile and shining eyes only makes him want more of it, more of her.

She shuffles further up his thighs, skirt bunching up so her own are beginning to show. Her breath fans shakily over Levi’s lips and her eyes flicker down to glance at his bare skin.

He taps her side gently. “Distracted?” he teases, though it comes out a little hoarse.

“Can you judge me?” she responds, looking back up to him.

“I do, only because this is not a new sight for you.”

She flicks his sternum playfully. “I know, I know. I just…”

As her fingers cling onto his shirt, Levi leans in and kisses her.

Although it is another thing that is not new, the flame that ignites within the pair touches them with the same sharpness that it always does. His hands run up her back and shoulder blades, pulling her flush against him, intoxicated and entranced by the beautiful being that he can call his. When she sighs against his mouth, his fingers flex, moving down to grab onto her plush hips, willing her to move just a little – and when she does, Levi lets out his own muffled sound of relief.

Bliss is not easy to come by, despite living in the most peaceful era of his entire life, but whenever she’s with him, he’s a step closer.

The candlelight flickers, the heat builds, and the world blurs as they lose themselves in their own private universe sealed within these four walls. Their sounds become less controlled and their movements become more bold: Levi comes to run his hands up and down her soft thighs, fingers splayed; she tickles the sides of his ribs as she pushes her hips down against his, furrowing her brow with restrained desire. They’re waves in the ocean, pushing and pulling in sync, their emotions ebbing and flowing alongside each other with practised ease; and yet it is unique, somewhat in unchartered waters, and the thrill of anticipation mingles nicely with their shared adoration.

Levi is the first to pull back, though not too far; their eyes meet and it takes all he has not to pull her as close to him as he possibly can. Her pupils are dilated, her cheeks red, her chest heaving, her lips slightly swollen. She catches her bottom lip between her teeth and he places a thumb on it, taking a hold of her chin.

“I want to make love to you.”

The hitch of breath that escapes her mouth would have made Levi smile if he weren’t so nervous. He rubs a circle into her upper thigh, only just glancing the skin under where her skirt ends.

“Are you sure?” she asks when she finds her voice, gaze fixed on his good eye.

“I am,” Levi affirms. “Only if you would like to.”

She doesn’t need to think, but she takes pause, scanning his expression. When she comes to hold onto his wrist, Levi notes that her fingers are trembling – she is just as nervous as he is.

After a moment more, she nods. “Yes – please.”

If Levi were still in the state where he could pick her up and take her to the bed, he would do it that instant. However, it’s not going to be that easy, and whilst there’s no rush, he wants it so badly that he can’t quite help the quick swiftness in which he pulls her back towards him, letting out a groan when their kiss deepens almost instantly. Her own desperation shows in how she wraps her arms around his neck, their chests pressed together, a whine trapped in her throat. Their mutual desire becomes more pronounced by the second and Levi wills it not to be over before it’s begun, though it is hard to concentrate on that when she is everywhere.

This time, it is her who breaks away, placing one hand over his heart. “Would you like to move to the bed?” she murmurs, tone tentative but buzzing with eagerness.

Levi nods a little too vigorously, but he is not embarrassed.

Though walking any distance is greatly difficult – and some days next to near impossible – his legs decide to cooperate with him, though he still needs her to help him stand. Her hand holds his tightly, arm bent ready if he needs to support himself further. Together, they move slowly towards the wooden bed; she lets Levi brace himself as they reach the side and he crawls onto the mattress, coming to sit in the centre. She pauses before he tugs on her wrist with playful impatience, patting the space between his legs – she clambers carefully onto the bed, coming to sit in the gap, legs hooked over Levi’s, facing each other again. Levi takes his time admiring her, running his hands along her arms and shoulders, coming to play with one of her nightgown straps.

The couple can communicate through stares alone, but tonight is different. “May I?”

“Yes.”

The lace falls easily from her shoulder, resting halfway down her upper arm. Though it barely exposes anything new, the picture of her naked shoulders connecting to her neck lights something anew within Levi. Carefully, oh so carefully, he pulls her a little closer so he doesn’t have to strain – his lips caress her collarbones with a feather-light touch, grazing her skin gracefully as he listens to her, watching how her head tips back and how her chest rises and falls a little quicker. He can feel her burning underneath the thin material of her nightgown, her body yearning for him and only him.

As he trails up the column of her neck, leaving soft kisses and a delicate bite, she gasps out, hands tugging on this open shirt. “Can I take this off?”

Levi doesn’t reply, instead shrugging the cotton off, lips never leaving her skin. She helps, removing his shirt and pushing it warily onto the floor, though Levi is past the point of caring about it getting dirty or wrinkled. The way her soft hands dance over his chest, shoulders, and abdomen causes his concentration to slip, a noise of want escaping past his teeth.

In slow movements of clothes being removed, broken up by hushed questions and affirmations, Levi lies down naked, any self-consciousness slipping away as she lies next to him as exposed as he is, her gaze still fixed upon his face. A sight that is not unfamiliar but illuminated in a different context only opens Levi up to how he can love and appreciate her in so many different ways, and that privilege almost brings tears to his eyes. Her own are slightly glassy, and she moves his hair away from his face before kissing him again.

Their bodies press together, their hands exploring each other with cautious care as the warmth of the room encases them, the tenderness and sensuality clouding their minds and burning pleasantly under their skin as they come closer together still. An age passes before they find purchase on the most intimate parts of each other, but they’re in no rush – too many things are new in order to rush.

Both of them are trembling as they begin to learn how to make the other come undone – Levi, an Ackerman, always one who can do everything perfectly first try, has to fight off his doubt, concentrating on her alone. Every sound she makes, every furrow of her brow, every twist of her body sears into his memory and he chases that pleasure alone, the pleasure he derives from this sight being his to see, this experience being theirs to share. A sheen of perspiration layers over her skin and it enamours him. She watches him just as closely, smiling against his mouth whenever he grunts or hisses with gratification, whispering words of devotion and praise that travels straight through him and makes his face grow even hotter. When her name tumbles from his lips, she moans and it’s a melody that Levi wants to hear over and over again.

Everything keeps blurring at the edges and blood roars so loudly in Levi’s ears that time escapes him entirely and their actions become instinctual, and their bodies are moving and they’re whispering one more question to each other before his eyes fly open to see her atop of him, nails digging into his chest and eyes screwed shut. He holds onto her hips so tightly that he’s sure it will bruise her, but he can’t stop himself because they’re the closest two humans can possibly be and he might let go, and god he never wants to let her go.

It's slow and careful and hot and messy. The melding of their bodies from their connected lips to their flushed chests to their stirred sexes fall into a somewhat cohesive rhythm together, but neither worry themselves when they fall out of sync. They pant and moan with abandon, their tongues touching as they kiss each other senseless, both lost in the heat and emotion of everything. Levi feels himself slipping closer to a precipice and he wills himself to cling on a little longer, his fingers grabbing hold of any part of her he can find so he can keep himself there.

When she brings him to sit up with her, Levi wraps his arms around her middle and uses all his strength to help her move, leaving messy kisses over her breasts and not caring about how he’s beginning to lose control. Though his exhaustion, he pushes his hips up to meet her and almost falls over the edge when she cries out and tugs on his hair. He keeps it up, trailing a hand up to cup the back of her head, connecting their foreheads together, her gorgeous eyes staring straight back into his. Her name tumbles from Levi’s lips and then it doesn’t stop, the syllables tripping over themselves again and again as they guide each other to the edge of the precipice together.

And the light dulls because nothing shines as brightly as she does – they unravel together, a miniscule supernova exploding between them as they lose their breath in a fleeting moment that now only exists in their memories. All she can do is babble incoherently as she comes apart on top of him, her limbs becoming heavy as their movements slow.

And her name is all Levi can say, a song that is stuck on repeat, a sweet symphony that devolves into a choked refrain as tears stream down his cheeks and his throat seizes up. His lips find hers, and they are wet and sticky, but she doesn’t pull away as she clings to him tighter than before .

They stay like this for a time, catching their breaths and gazing at each other, rooting themselves in the seconds that they never thought they would get to have.

Pain and fatigue begins to weigh Levi down as the high slips away from him, but as always she is aware. She pulls away eventually, albeit reluctantly, and begins to make their space ready for rest, wiping him and then herself with a damp cloth, bringing him clean sleeping clothes, and moving to blow out the candles sans the one on their bedside. All the while, Levi watches her, the smallest smile on his face.

When she climbs into bed next to him, Levi wastes no time in taking her into his arms once more, coming to cup her face and kissing her cheeks one at a time. She chuckles, dipping her head as if she’s shy, and all of the love he holds for her increases tenfold. He tells her so and her cheeks go redder than they’ve done all night, just like they always do when he says it.

“I love you too. So much.”

She falls asleep before he does, just like always, and although Levi has no need to memorise every detail of her lovely face, he still watches her until his eyelids betray him. Only once does he wake up that night, and it’s to the sensation of her placing the gentlest kiss over his blind eye, a gesture so tender that Levi for the first time believes that perhaps when they die and their spirits move on, that they will find each other there again.

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi attack on titan #levi ackerman #aot #levi smut #levi x you #levi ackerman x you #levi x fem!reader #shingeki no kyojin

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anantaru · 7 months

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DAY 10 — EXHIBITIONISM

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

kink. exhibitionism — having a strong desire to be observed by other people during a sexual activity

𖧡 — including — itto, childe, xiao, dainsleif

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, exhibitionism, public setting & outdoors, yes! we're touching grass, fingering, oral (fem! receiving), praises, needy boys & touch starved! genshin men

𖧡 — ITTO

itto holds you by his arms as you're being surrounded by a string of hurried gasps, and it's decidedly comfortable and personal whilst having them tightly compressed around your quivering shape— at the same time, you slowly notice the built up in his lust racing over the radiance in his eyes.

or his feet shuffling in their place when he lastly kisses you, firmly pressing you against the cold wall, your lips glossed due to his wet smooches, his tongue breaching and searching for entrance, reaching inside, his hands squeezing your ass, everything happens so quick and oh, there it was, the scene gets paired with melting kisses as itto laps at the warmth of your mouth.

in a hurried embrace, he courses one calloused hand down to your lower stomach before tugging at the hem of your pants, his eyes imbedded with a glimmer of needfulness, playful and as if he was about to beg— you figure, perhaps you have been apart for too long, after all, the last time you had seen each other had certainly been ages ago.

you should have expected this, because you dealt with it the same way, agonizingly counting each second before you would stumble home after your date to rip the clothes off your bodies, when in reality, now neither of you thought it was even necessary to return into the safe confines of your bedroom to be all over each other— and the thought of someone walking by only made it a whole lot more thrilling.

bare in mind— and this was crucial but there was nothing shielding you from curious eyes, besides an impending shadow casted down on you rubbing against each othet. for what mattered, the wall you're being pressed on was bitterly cold and chilly as well, even with your garments separating you, you can still feel it on your warm skin— when it effortlessly coaxes out the goosebumps on your spine.

"baby.. you smell so sweet," itto whines at you, a sharp, nipping groan spewing from his mouth, "—really really cannot wait anymore." how convenient for him, well, his senses were probably being much more dignified than your own so itto must've felt everything happening to an intenser level.

however, it's passionate when he first slides his warm digits past the waistband of your trousers to sneakily welcome the hotness of your cunt, clumsily ghosting his middle finger around your soaked folds before lastly finding your slit— his sloppy dick twitching against his rough pants, but itto didn't worry too much about it, his time will come soon enough.

"i missed you so much, baby." you retort back to him with a hitch of a sudden, rough fingertip circling your slit, idly kissing up his sharp jawline before whining at the finger prodding at your velvety hole— so, to keep yourself steady you wrap both arms around his neck and hide yourself behind his large frame pressing you against the wall whilst roaming your palms over his muscular back before ripping through the covered skin with your nails, "please..."

and one thing about itto, he fucks you like he hates you, and hearing you beg for him just like that pushes him on the verge of exploding and losing his mind, perhaps even fantasizing about swarming your pretty cunt with his dripping cock hidden under his pants— but he cannot wait for that, call him lazy but taking off his clothes will cost him additional minutes and he just had to be inside you, whilst not with his dick, instead with two long, thick fingers curling up inside.

feeling him again after such a long time apart makes you cry out, fuck, you missed him so dearly your heart was beginning to ache under your ribcage, your cunt welcoming him immediately, clawing down on his digits rubbing sturdily at your walls. a satisfied groan holds the foundation of his soothing noises like a warm breeze enveloping your body, his fingers continuing to pump into you at a rapid pace, painting you with the packing trace of his digits that clung to your swollen walls like instant glue, vibrations emitting through your wet sex whilst taking in his sloppy shoves.

"never.." he drawls possessively against your parted lips, huffing out warm pants before adding on to his words, "never ever wanting to be apart from you again." and your heart flutters open wide, his words touching that it almost brings you to tears— if only itto could see through your current thoughts right now, he'd see his handsome face immediately.

𖧡 — CHILDE

a suffocating euphony of passionate, drilling blows of raw skin on skin strike the darkness of the night as childe swiftly plants his hand on top of your mouth before leisurely continuing to roll his hips into your cunt without a single care in this world— being utterly aware that it wouldn't make a damn difference, even better if someone unintentionally picks up on the "unusual" noise.

his lips twitch up in a cocky smile when his hard, pulsing erection slips through your quivering pussy, pistoling over the aching pulse on your walls before easing his lips almost on top of yours, with nothing more but the back of his hand keeping you apart— you simply cannot believe this man and his tormenting ability to bring you to the sharp edge of things, even turning you this longing and ready to take his thick cock outside, yes, outside with the small particles of erupting sweat and wet moans sticking close on your skin.

to note that you were barely camouflaged was almost embarrassing in its entirety, besides that tree doing absolutely nothing to conceal anything at all whilst you're certain that someone had to hear at least something. regardless, you decide to secretly thank your boyfriend for holding your leg up with his other hand— you yourself being too weak to do so yourself, not when he made you receive him in such feral capacity, making an absolute mess of you, your arousal dribbling down your pussy at each thrust, the juices sticking on your thighs as he carries on with his strength induced pace.

however, for some fucked-up reason, it's turning you on by a tenfold— it's visibly notable on your shaking body and how your hips thrust up into his ruts while you're biting back pitchy whimpers, especially when childe drags his fat cockhead over that particular spot that made you lose control of your vision, the already limited breathing room evolving to an even more constricted version when ajax not once, changes the tempo on your hips.

"fuck— you know you'll be too fucking loud, baby." he laughs through a feigned sense of innocence, as if he hadn't planned this entire thing beforehand, you're sure of it— while it's utterly hilarious, even more hypocritical of him to have his hand planted all over your mouth when it was certainly him, instead, making most of the noise.

all you can say back was, well, nothing, besides a couple angry grunts into his palm and in any other instance you'd consider being mad at him, despite his perfectly shaped dick wrecking havoc on your silken walls forming around the size of him— yet tonight, you cannot be mad, not when he was utterly devouring your pleasure.

𖧡 — XIAO

you're being forced to stay quiet by none other than xiao himself— compelled to swallow down each pining ache in your throat— which, now come to think of it, might've been the most arousing out of the entire situation taking form, obviously not counting in the pleasure he induced on you.

the need to remain quiet though, it's what made the real difference in how your body had been reacting to his shape on you, "there's people down there, stay quiet." and he tells you, again, whispers it into your ear because xiao needs to be sure you understand the situation you're in as he kisses your forehead, his mannerism fusing into a soft, understanding lover before moving his hips again, thrusting his inches into you rougher, better, his pants soiled with his pre and sweat.

he grunts of both excitement and a dab of annoyance taking your loud, muffled whines into consideration. regardless of such, the man wouldn't want to experience it in an alternative way, always beyond flustered when you bite into his shoulder to quieten down, so you wouldn't pull on his nerves and make him punish you for disobeying to his orders.

wait, hold on for a second, this didn't sound so bad after all, or does it?

on top of that, the wangshu inn was absurdly crowded tonight, whilst xiao and you were preoccupied, sparse silhouettes tenderly touching each other just on top of the building— and for whatever reason, none of you proposed the idea of actually going inside and finishing what you had started. it would've been a far better idea, baring in mind that the certain place you were currently laying on, with xiao towering on top, was barely hidden behind anything— genuinely, if you'd lean your head just a little bit to the left, you could easily see a couple people chit chatting away, not knowing a damn thing on what was going on upstairs.

"hey!" xiao suddenly snaps at you, bending his head into your neck to bite at the sweat stricken skin, although faintly, it was strong enough to have you squeal out in mild pain, forcing your body to let go of a rushing shiver as a strong heatwave surges right under the surface of your cheeks the moment he props himself by his elbows to gaze down on you through pretty lashes— obviously without pulling his cock out, not when it felt so deliciously good being milked by you, yet do not get excited to soon because xiao wouldn't move either, without a care in this world leaving you to dangle around on a thread, his increasingly wet shaft bristling within the tightness of your walls.

"what did i say?" xiao's breath was hot and guttural against your parted lips, your legs trembling at his dripping dick not moving besides continuing to bulk up in your core as your translucent juices began to seep on his shaft and his trousers, slicking him up with your own, personal way of claiming the handsome yaksha. and instead of responding to his question, you resume back to nibbling on his defined jawline before deciding to voice out a whispery, little sorry to your boyfriend, knowing full on well that he will accept your half assed apology no matter the circumstances.

because in truth, xiao hasn't even started fucking you properly yet— until now, at least, because the second you're back to having your arms around his neck, he drags his entire cock out of you before shimming his inches all the way inside, greedily touching your insides and pumping his hard erection into the warmness of your sex— whilst baring his teeth together to stop himself from becoming overly noisy himself, the embarrassment that would occur from that looked like a death sentence to xiao, aside from standing there like a total hypocrite when it was him the entire night scolding you to stay quiet.

𖧡 — DAINSLEIF

"don't be too loud, okay?"

dainsleif sinfully bucks his tongue into your cunt before he places a single digit on your clit, thrusting against the bristling bundles of nerves as the softness of his wet muscle inside your slit made you whine out his name between wet hiccups— to top it all of, giving your breast a firm squeeze with his other hand.

you're done for, always will be whenever it was dainsleif who was in control of when your body was allowed to indulge in pleasure— despite that, you never would've imagined to be laid down on top of a cold, wooden table while you're surrounded by loud, noisy chit chatters from next doors, only realizing now that the door to your room, was partly open.

before you could voice out your growing worry, you're being forced to buck up your hips into his hungry mouth lapping at your puffiness, your pussy charging up on vibrations as your body moves far beyond your own control of it, a soreness on your legs increasing the strong built up on your tightened core as dainsleif stuffs you full with nothing but his tongue reaching your warmest, most desired places.

"seems like you noticed, hm?" he suddenly pulls his hot mouth away from you, smirking ever so slightly when you whine at the loss of it, but don't you worry now— because he keeps his fingers on top of your clit to twist the trembling flesh and trap it in between his digits— fuck, you're so desperate for this he could practically taste it on your entire body erupting of pervaded pleasure. in reality, the thought of people hearing you both wasn't something dainsleif actually minded that much, it preciously served as a way of making everyone aware of your current relationship status.

"what if they hear us?" you wince, feigning being worried were it not to the fact that there was nothing you craved more than having his skilled tongue pistoling inside your slit again, your pupils blown wide when dainsleif at last frees his cock from the confines of his pants, the penetrative noise of his belt hitting the ground echoing off the room, hand in hand with laughter from people residing just next to you.

it's him, him, him, you want him. and when dainsleif finally sinks the full length of his cock into you, he takes your body and claims it, squeezes his hips in between your legs so he could reach inside really deep, fucking you with his bottomless endurance, so precise and skilled that you shake under him, the wooden table scratching the ground as you nearly lose yourself, begging him to lean his chest down on you so you could easily hide and moan against the nook of his neck, whilst feeling how your hearts beat in sync.

of course, despite his nature of appearing cold and a little aloof, he answers your silent pleas and wraps his muscled arms around your body whilst keeping one large palm on top of your head so you wouldn't unnecessarily bump against something and actually hurt yourself, never once letting go of you— and you're squealing with delight, the tempo of his hips hoping to claim you and going so hard that this sort of pace would appear to be slightly punishing, but it feels so nice— relishing in the feeling of his thudding cock pounding into you with everything he's got when, all of a sudden;

"hey guys? do you also hear those weird noises coming from next doors?"

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Johnny MacTavish; the point of no return

pairing: Johnny MacTavish x Price!Reader summary: Johnny's resolve breaks, you're everything warnings: verrrrrry slight age gap (I imagine reader to be around 20, Johnny is 26), SMUT (dirty, hot and everything in between), AFAB!Reader, MINORS DNI!! a/n: Holy hell, this is the most sensual and sinful thing I've ever written. Feedback would be greatly appreciated as I've never written smut before. Enjoy 2k of pure smut, ya dirty animals ;)

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It's sinful, the way you seat yourself on his lap, pressing sloppy kisses down from the sweet spot behind his ear that he never knew he had, to the base of his throat.

The way you so easily grind your hips into his, has him seeing stars. It could just be you though. Probably is.

Maybe it's also a little bit because he knows this is exactly what he shouldn't be doing. The thrill of disobeying orders isn't lost on you either.

He lets out a feverish groan as you slip your shirt over your head as his hands slip down your skin to settle on the outside of your thighs, grabbing at the flesh and pulling you infinitely closer.

"I really shouldn't," he says, once again, as one of his hands trails upwards to grab at the barely there fabric still covering your chest.

It sends chills down your spine, he lets out a breath as he watches your nipples pebble under his touch.

You pause, stopping all ministrations as you look at the man underneath you. His pupils are blown with lust, and his hair is messy from all the grabbing, chest heaving up and down.

"Johnny," you sigh, taking his face in your hands, your voice remains quiet and even.

"If you want to stop we absolutely can, I'll go to the sofa and we won't ever speak about this again,"

The tension is palpable, the blood rushing around your ears quietens the rest of the world. It's just you and him, in the safety of his room.

You can see the thoughts running through his mind.

You're here, in his lap, giving him everything he's been thinking about in the late hours of the night. All the thoughts, he's been pushing away are real, and they're in the palm of his hand just begging to be brought to fruition.

"You're going to be the death of me,"

It's all he mutters before surging forward, capturing you in a searing kiss, whilst expertly flipping him underneath you.

It's his turn to plaster you in sopping kisses, biting and soothing as his hands slip behind you, masterfully releasing the catch of your bra, flinging it behind him to god knows where.

"Fuck,"

That's all he can groan before latching onto your nipple, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud and palming at your more neglected breast.

His hips are grinding into your core, and there's nothing you can do to hold back the breathy moan you let out as the friction hits just where you need him.

That's all he needs to know he's making the right decision.

Before you know it, he's moving lower, crawling backwards and your skin feels like it's on fire.

He repeats the same movements, kiss, bite, soothe and you're coming undone completely in front of him.

You've ruined everyone for him because no one smells the way you do, and he's sure no one will ever satiate him the way you have and you've barely even touched him.

He's slipping his fingers under the waistband of your borrowed trousers before your brain can even catch up.

"Look at you," he mutters, you know he's not talking to you. Just babbling to himself as he savours every second before taking the front of your panties in his teeth.

The way his stubble scratches on your abdomen sends a rush of heat all the way down to your toes. They curl at the sensation as your legs tighten around his body.

His hands are everywhere, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, only adding to the electric tension between your legs.

"You're ruining me, Sweets,"

It's barely audible, but he knows it's had the effect he wants from you when his eyes meet yours.

His gaze is domineering in the best way, satiating the burning attraction you've had for him since your first meeting.

"You going to let me taste you?" he murmurs as he lets his nose graze against your pubic bone, dangerously close to the place where you need him the most.

A chorus of pleases is all that you garble out, as you find yourself drunk over the intensity of him.

His fingers stroke you through the fabric of your panties, barely bringing you any relief before sliding the fabric down your legs.

His nails catch on your inner thighs, and once again he's sending ripples right to your core.

Even in your stupor, you can see and feel how much he's getting off on how pliable you are under his touches.

"I need-"

Your words are cut off by the ungodly groan you let out as his lips meet the bundle of nerves.

Kiss, bite, soothe, flick.

One arm is slung over your hips keeping you pinned, at the other one draws deadly patterns around your thighs.

"So good for me, Sweets."

"Always Johnny," you're panting now as pressure begins to mount.

His huff of breath sends a shiver through your spine, as you arch your back, his lips meeting you with the movement.

It's not long before his fingers join his mouth, stretching you out in the most tentative of touches.

He's not fast or hard, in the way you thought he would be. He's sensual and savouring, as if this is the last time he'll ever be able to bask in the light that is you.

You feel the orgasm approaching steadily, and he feels your legs squeezing him even tighter. His hips are gently rocking against the mattress beneath him as he gets himself off of your pleasure and mewls.

It isn't harsh or fast, it's gentle and climbs gradually before it takes control of you completely. Body spasming, toes curling, breath caught, as your eyes screw shut completely.

The's no breath in your lungs left to give as he crawls up your body, engulfing himself in all your senses.

"You're going to be the death of me," he says as he breathes oxygen back into your starved lungs.

His kiss is needy, all-consuming, but not overwhelming. Your hands release the sheets you didn't even realise you were gripping, before finding purchase in the strip of hair on his head.

His hands roam once again, committing every curve, divot and angle to memory. If this truly is his last night on earth, he wants to go remembering everything about you for eternity.

He's so completely drunk on you, that he doesn't notice your leg hooking underneath him or the jerk of your hips as you flip him onto his back, his hands pinned above his head, completely at your mercy.

"Want to make you feel good," you confess as your tongue leaves a path of glossy saliva from the base of his adam's apple to the sharp of his jaw.

You feel him swallow under your lips as you pepper open-mouthed kisses over his throat.

He can't even find the words to reply to you, but you don't need his words. His pants are enough for you to know he's all yours.

It's your turn to travel down his body now, nails scratching at his broad chest as they follow your sloppy kisses.

He's just as you imagined, not that his tight t-shirts left much to the imagination. All firm lines, and hard muscle. What you didn't expect was the dark hair that peppers him, trailing off at his stomach, before picking back up just below his navel.

His sweats are already pulled down, and they're gone before he can even take a new breath.

Your face is level with the tent in his boxers and you press a multitude of searing kisses through the black fabric.

"You-you don't have to," is all he can choke out, as he finds his words again.

He can feel the heat of your breath on his skin as you gently shush him, rubbing soothing strokes along his powerful thighs.

"I want to, will you let me?" you mumble, and this time it's your turn to catch his gaze from where you lie, nestled inbetween his legs.

That's all Johnny needs to become putty in your hands, his limbs are floppy and malleable and his hands sit exactly where you left them. Spread out above his head.

His sinful groans and pants increase tenfold as you pull him from his confines, placing languid kisses up and down him as you grip him at his base.

Johnny, your sweet Johnny, is a mess, as you pull take him deeper. The buck of his hips doesn't bother you as you let the spit drip down your chin.

You feel more powerful than ever, bringing a man with the resolve he has to his knees, with a series of touches.

He's knotting his fingers through your hair at the base of his neck pulling you off of him all too quickly for your liking, crashing his lips back onto yours as he goes.

He doesn't need to drag you up to him as you're scrambling with him in a mess of spit, skin and teeth before landing on his lap.

He takes a moment to grind into you as his hands snake behind you, fingers splayed as he tenderly tips you onto your back, crawling in between your legs once again, without breaking away from your lips...

"Wait there," he grins, knowing full well you're not moving from your spot as he leans back, hands fumbling around in a draw before coming into contact with the foil packet he was after.

"You're sure Sweets? Because you need to know we can never go back after this. Can't keep away from you."

The sincerity in his voice makes you pause, you can see the affection in his eyes, and there's no doubt in your mind that this is more than just physical.

"Good."

It's all you need to say as you take the packet from his fingers, ripping it open and coating your fingers in the slick gel that covers the contents and reaching to grasp him.

You're pinned down once again as he buries himself in you, strings of garbled nonsense spilling from his lips as he praises you. Telling you just how good you are, and how perfect you feel.

"Never letting you go now."

He starts slow and deep, pulling more mewls from the depths of your chest as you hook a leg around him, pulling him even closer, heel digging into the divot on the small of his back.

It's your turn to garble now, telling exactly how good he feels, how he's ruined you and how you can't get enough of him.

The smell of skin and sweat fill your senses and you swear you're drunk off of it.

His thrusts speed up as one of his hands slip between your bodies, all he wants is to make you feel good, and he's doing a damn good job at it.

Before things home to a crescendo, you're pushing him onto his back bouncing on your knees and pulling him even deeper.

If you thought he was a mess earlier he's ruined now.

His eyes are rolling back into his head as his hand finds you again, speeding up to bring your climax closer.

The bouncing stops, as you begin to grind faster and faster.

You feel electric, as a surge of energy bursts through you, spurring you on even more.

He goes completely slack as he melts into you, and you follow not long after. Riding out the aftershocks that buzz through both of your bodies, head resting on his heaving chest as you inhale as much air as you can into your lungs.

He's reaching for you again, and pulling you flush against his chest as he mumbles sweet nothings into your ear.

The comedown is slow and neither of you feel like moving as the blood rushing around in your head begins to quiet. It's tender, and dare say loving.

"Need to go and clean up, Sweets," he whispers, as he noses at your cheek, pushing his face closer to yours, leaving chaste kisses on your temple and cheek.

His lack of presence is engulfing as he sorts himself out in the bathroom, bringing a cool flannel into the bedroom for you.

Before you know it your head is tucked under his chin, legs tangled as he strokes slow circles into your skin.

"You're something else."

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novamirmirsblog · 7 months

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Called to the Principal's Office

Genre: smut

Request: no

Word count: 1569

Warnings: porn without plot tbh. Light degradation, thigh riding, overstimulation, natasha gets thoroughly fucked (as she should), reader gets off on her shoe

Summary: You get called to the principal’s office ;)

A/N: trying kinktober for the first time so we’ll see how it goes!

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"Miss Y/L/N to the principal's office. That's Miss Y/L/N to the principal's office." The school intercom crackled across the school and your students oohed and aahed as you sighed.

"Quiet down and get on with your work guys. I'll be back in a moment." You turned towards your TA, Wanda. “Can you hold down the fort? I’m sure it won’t take long”

“Don’t worry about it Y/n, I’ll make sure your classroom survives while you’re gone.”

“Thank you Wanda.” You smile gratefully as you give your class one last stern look before leaving to see the principal.

Your heels echoed along the empty hallway. You knew what was coming. Wanda, your new teaching assistant, had been a gift from the principal. Perhaps ‘gift’ was the wrong word as said principal was now collecting her payment. Your class had a few students who needed extra help and Wanda had been hired to help them if they needed it while you took care of the rest of the class.

You reached the principal's office and smiled at Sharon, the receptionist. “Hi Sharon. I’m here to see Miss Romanoff.”

Sharon smiled back and waved you in. “Good luck. She seemed to be in a foul mood this morning.”

You let out a nervous chuckle at that “Thanks for the heads up.” You opened the door and entered the room.

“Lock the door.” Her voice rasped from behind her desk.

You did as you were told. It was easier this way.

“How can I help Miss Romanoff?” You stood a few feet away from her desk, behind the chair that was left for guests to sit on.

You watched as her eyes trailed over your outfit of choice; black heels, a pencil skirt and a white shirt. You took the time to do the same to Natasha. Her black pantsuit made her hair pop and her eyes glow. It took everything in you not to visibly drool.

“How are you liking your gift Y/n?” Natasha leaned forward, interlacing her fingers and resting her elbows on the desk as she peered into your soul.

“She uh, she’s very helpful. Thank you.” You stuttered slightly, the intensity of Natasha’s gaze setting you alight.

“Want to come show me how grateful you are?” She beckoned you over with a quick flick of her finger.

Your legs were moving before your brain could catch up and before you knew it, you were standing in front of her. Natasha smirked at you and glanced at her thigh. You knew what she wanted and you straddled her lap, causing her to sink further back in her chair. You unbuttoned your shirt slightly, causing Natasha’s smirk to slip off her face as she let out a tiny gasp.

You begin to slowly roll your hips on her thigh and she leans closer to graze her teeth over the tops of your breasts, kissing and licking as her hands trail to your hips to guide your pace. Natasha lifts her knee, causing you to slide down her leg and hit her belt buckle. You let out a loud gasp and move a hand down, wanting Natasha to feel as desperate as you did. Your fingers rubbed her through her trousers and her hips bucked up, causing the both of you to moan out.

Natasha’s fingers make their way under your skirt and beneath your panties and she lets out a dark chuckle. “All this for me? What would your new TA think Miss Y/l/n?”

You groaned as she gathered some of your slick on her fingers before pulling them away. She bought them between the two of you.

“Suck.”

Your lips wrapped around her fingers as your tongue skilfully cleaned them off. The action made you get wetter and Natasha’s eyes grow darker. You let go of Natasha’s fingers with a pop.

“So if I move my fingers here” Your fingers trace over Natasha’s belt before unlooping it so your hand could fit below her waistband “and I do this” You dip your fingers into her panties, causing Natasha to gasp “then you’ll be bone dry?”

You rest your finger just over her clit, gently circling it without giving her the pressure she wanted.

Natasha let out a growl “Don’t tease me.”

“But it’s so cute when you get flustered.”

“I’m not flustered.”

“No?”

“No. Now get back to saying thank you.”

You grinned at Natasha “Yes Miss Romanoff.” You got off her lap, biting your lip when you saw the wet patch you had left behind on her leg.

You tug at her waistband and she takes the hint and lifts her hips so you can pull her trousers and panties down. She sits back down and spreads her legs as far as the chair will let her. You kneel down and lick your lips before moving forward and giving her a gentle lick. Natasha’s hips twitch involuntarily, wanting more friction. She laces her fingers in your hair and pushes you where she wants you.

“What did I say about teasing?” That would be your final warning from Natasha and you weren't really in the mood to be punished.

You answer by sliding two fingers into her, causing her head to roll back and a sinful moan to exit her mouth.

“You shouldn't make too much noise mistress, we wouldn't want Sharon to hear.” You smirk at her before pumping your fingers in and out of her, not allowing her to adjust to the new intrusion.

You feel her begin to clench around your fingers when you move your mouth back down to swirl your tongue in pretty patterns where she needed you the most. You moved your free hand from where it was resting on her thigh down between your legs to try to relieve yourself. Natasha felt your movement and tutted, sliding her high heel between your legs and kicking your hand out of the way.

“Focus on me. You can get off on my shoe.”

The condescending tone made you shiver and you let out a moan when Natasha nudged you with her heel, prompting you to start grinding. Your moan was muffled by Natasha’s cunt, the vibrations and your unrelenting pace made her cum with a quiet cry.

You didn't let up however. You continued to pump and lick and bite as she rode out her high and you humped her shoe harder. You were determined to let her know just how grateful you were for your new gift. Natasha squirmed and tried to move your head away, whining as she became overstimulated.

“Y/n enough” Natasha gasped out, trying to sit further up as to escape your mouth.

You gave in. Briefly.

You moved your head away and pulled your fingers out from her, your chin gleamed with her juices and you looked up at her through your eyelashes. Natasha was so blissed out she didn't hear you open the bottom draw of her desk. Her eyes snapped open when she heard the buzzing though.

You press the vibrator to her clit and Natasha manages to muffle her sharp cry with her hand as she bit down on it. You move up from where you were kneeling on the floor to sit on her thighs. You move her hand away and replace it with your mouth. You roll your hips, hitting the vibrator and causing you to moan into Natasha’s mouth. Natasha tries to move away again but there is nowhere left to go.

You grab her chin and pull away a little “Stay still. Give me one more before the bell goes and I’ll let you mark me up.”

Natasha’s eyes dilate; she had been wanting to mark you since she first laid eyes on you when she first started. You had always said no, not wanting students or teachers to be talking about your sex life. It was going to be close. It was three minutes till the lunch bell rang but the thought of everyone knowing you belonged to her was worth it.

“Fuck me then.”

You smiled, pressing the vibrator back on Natasha, who threw her head back at the sensation. You kissed and licked down her neck and lightly bit her collar bones, careful not to leave any marks. Those could wait till she gave you that next orgasm. You could feel your own orgasm building as Natasha snuck her fingers under your panties and into you. You began to rock on Natasha’s fingers as you rubbed the vibrator between the two of you. Natasha’s second orgasm came suddenly and tears leaked out of her eyes, causing her immaculately applied mascara to run. Your own orgasm followed closely behind just as the bell rang out for lunch.

In the aftermath, the only sound that could be heard was the two of you panting. Natasha let out a quiet chuckle “I should get you presents more often.”

“Yes” You kiss her lips briefly “you should.”

“Want to join me for lunch?” Natasha’s hair was no longer pristine but the ruffled, wild look made her even more attractive. It was hot knowing you were the cause of her dishevelment.

“Just lunch?”

“Well, maybe with a little desert.” Natasha smirks, grabbing your ass and pulling you closer. You laugh and cup her face with your hands “I’d love to have lunch with you Principal Romanoff.”

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bits-and-babs · 1 year

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Hi!! :) I was wondering if you could write a Joel Miller x female reader smut where Joel and the reader have a relatively large age gap. Y/N is new to the QZ, so she recently met Joel for the first time and became friends with him, but their relationship turns into a FWB relationship. Reader is about 20-23/in her early twenties. Possibly doggystyle?

-ˋˏ 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 ˎˊ-

— pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader

— word count: 1.1k

— warnings: vague hunter/prey vibes, angry sex(?) ever so slightly mean Joel, p in v sex, cream-pie (ain’t no condoms surviving a 20 year apocalypse) ((wrap it, kids)), Peaches is a pet name— really leaning hard on the southern comfort, established FwithB relationship. 18+, ya nasties.

— authors note: I’m not sure if this is exactly what you wanted, nonny, but I got a little carried away! I enjoyed writing this so much, so I hope this makes up for it <3

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Crunch.

The sound of a branch snapping amongst the treeline coats your stomach with nausea, tongue tasting of bile. You’re frozen in place, hand hovering over the pistol strapped to your hip. Listen.

When you stormed out of Joel's house this morning following the blazing row, you had felt confident that you would prove him wrong.

"Don't go out on patrol alone. There's worse out there than the infected, Peaches."

It felt patronising, like Joel was emphasising your age and interfering that you could not protect yourself without him. Sure, you were too young to remember outbreak day, but that meant you’d lived this way your entire life! You could protect yourself! So you set out on the patrol trail despite the bitter cold nipping at the apples of your cheeks and the heaviness of your feet as they ploughed through the blanket of snow.

Twisting on your heel, you scan the tree line for hostiles. It’s relatively still. Instead of fungus and bloodshed, you face off against a robin perched on a branch and a set of squirrels scuttling up a dead oak trunk.

You exhale a sigh of relief, a breath you didn't realise you were holding. Of course there was no one- there hadn’t been hunters for months!

Dropping your palm away from your weapon, you allow your adrenaline to settle back into your bones. It leaves you with a film of nervous sweat on your brow. You feel ridiculous- paranoid. Like Joel's words of warning had settled into the grooves of your mind, nerves working away unnoticed.

That stupid fucking argument rings in your head. Yelling at him that this thing between you doesn’t mean he could start getting protective. You were fine without him! You’d handled everything great so far!

Confident in your safety, you continue on your path. The crunch of the snow beneath your boots is loud, drowning out the noise of the surrounding forest as your chest heaves with the afterburn of your adrenaline spike. You don’t hear him.

A hand comes over your head, smothering your gasp with its palm when it covers your mouth. Panic takes over, your knees giving out beneath you as they shove you to the snowy floor. The crown of your head is cushioned by the thick, white inches, and your fear quickly turns to aggravation as you look Joel in the eye.

“Joel-!” You hiss behind his hand, slapping his shoulder and kicking your feet, “You scared the shit out of me!”

“Told you not to go on your own.” His voice is gruff, laced with the bite of arousal when he yanks your thermal jumper out from under the waistband of your cargo pants. It’s freezing, and goosebumps litter your skin as he practically rips the zipper down and drags them over your hips.

“J-Joel-“ you fumble, watching him dip his head down to press kisses to your stomach. His beard hair is coarse against the soft flesh of your abdomen, and he sinks his teeth in just enough to leave a bruise. “Fuck!”

“Comin’ out here when I told you not to. Gettin’ all lipsy with me-“ he growls, shucking your trousers over your hips and yanking down your underwear. You gasp when your naked ass hits the snow, staring up at the older man as it melts into your back.

He’s practically tearing his clothes off, stripping the belt from his body and tossing it with an urgency you hadn’t seen in him since meeting him on these secret rendezvouses. He’s ravenous, already hard in his jeans as he begins stripping out of them. It sets your skin alight and starts a buzz in the pit of your stomach.

“Who are you, my dad?” You scoff, allowing yourself a little bite-back. It sparks something in him, his hands grabbing ahold of your body and practically hoisting you onto your hands and knees.

“Gettin’ real fuckin’ mouthy with me, Peaches,” he growls in your ear, his chest draped over your back as he sweeps his cock-head through your folds. You’re wet already, Joel’s exigency working you up before he even had a chance to touch you. “Gunna shut you up.”

God, when he pushes inside of you, a broken wail falls from your lips, your head bowing at your shoulders as you claw at the layers of snowflakes at your fingers. It’s as though he’s cracking you open, the stretch tinged with sharp pain but blooming white-hot through your body.

“Joel-!”

He shoves forward, slamming into the depths of you, and holy fuck, it’s deep. It’s as though he punches the air out of your lungs, and you’re wheezing, nails caking with dirt as you drag them across the soil.

When he thrusts, it hurts. Stings. You groan loudly, back arching as you push your hips back into him despite the feeling he’s bruising your guts.

“What was that, Peaches?” He lets out a short huff, like a laugh. You see the vapour of his hot breath hitting the out of the corner of your eye. “You got somethin’ to say?”

“N-No!” You gasp in reply, utterly submitting to the brutality of his thrusts as he rocks into you heavily.

“Hah!” He truly scoffs now, hand burying into the junction of your neck and using the grip to pull you back harder onto his cock. It winds you completely, and any noises you would make die in your throat as he continues his brutal pace. “Baby can’t think, can she?”

Then you’re sobbing, ugly, messy sobs where the tears sting your freezing cheeks as he fucks you hard and raw. It’s thrumming, buzzing around you, your orgasm building and building as he viscously punches your cervix with the head of his cock.

“I know, I know baby,” he consoles you as you practically vibrate around him, his hand sliding down the ghost of your spine through your thick winter coat. “I know, it’s so good. You’r-fuck- You’re so good- Come on, Peaches. Come on.”

His coaxing, his praise makes you clamp down around him like a vice. Your body screams, your voice ricocheting off the tree trunks, but you’re blown apart by your orgasm and you can’t even hear it. You must be letting out pathetically loud yelps because Joel amps up his thrusts by a thousand, his pace far too fast for a man of his age.

“Hnggg- Jesus-,” he lets out a strangled noise, quickly spitting out something about you creaming around his cock before his body stiffens suddenly. His earth-shattering thrusts slow to a slight rock as he pulses hot, spilling inside of you with a devastating growl of your name.

It feels like shell shock, the way your body slumps and the disembodied feeling that your afterglow leaves you with. Joel’s groaning softly, pushing up the hem of your thermals to expose your back. He presses tender kisses across your spine, blessing each vertebra with a touch of his lips as his cum runs down the inside of your thigh. He hums.

“One more, baby. Wanna give you one more-“

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hi hi nina!! may i prompt number 20? (absurd terms of endearment)

rae!!! thank you mwah (also requested by an anon & @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove <3)

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buck/eddie | 1.7k | rated t | prompts: absurd terms of endearment | ao3

The day Eddie calls him that for the first time, Buck’s tearing through the hospital at top speed, narrowly avoiding mowing down nurses as he stumbles toward Eddie’s room.

He’s okay, Buck knows he’s okay, he’s just here on concussion watch and because he needed a doctor to reset his shoulder when it was dislocated at the house fire earlier. He’d been talking and coherent when Hen and Chim bundled him into the ambulance, reassuring them all that he felt fine, terribly unconvincing given the grimace, but no cause for major worry either.

Still, Buck couldn’t ride with him to the hospital, having to finish their shift and wash off an inch of soot before hurrying to pick up Chris from school. Even rushing through his shower and haphazardly pulling on his civvies so not to alarm Christopher didn’t feel fast enough, and when Chris had started to kick up a fuss about being dropped at Pepa’s instead of coming with Buck to the hospital, he’d nearly torn his hair out.

He’d placated Chris with the promise that he’d try and get Eddie released this evening, happy as ever to volunteer to spend the night keeping watch at the Diaz house. Thirty minutes and several agonising red lights later, he’s here, barging right into this hospital room before any orderlies can stop him.

Hen blinks at him from her seat beside Eddie’s bed, eyebrows raised.

“You’re loud enough to wake the morgue,” she informs him, sipping her paper cup of coffee. “Bull in a goddamn china shop.”

Buck frowns at her good-naturedly, rounding the bed to Eddie’s other side.

He’s sat up against some pillows, bleary-eyed but smiling at Buck. “You came.”

“Of course I came,” Buck huffs, squeezing his arm gently.

“You always come,” Eddie agrees. His eyes are glassy from the mix of pain and painkillers, voice slurring ever-so-slightly. “Mi patito.”

Hen chokes on her coffee, coughs turning into laughter. “Your what?”

Eddie’s lips turn down at the corners as he looks at her, pouting. “He’s got the little tail, look.”

He gestures at Buck’s ass, and Buck cranes his head back to see what he’s pointing at. His shirt isn’t tucked in properly at the back, sticking out of the waistband of his pants in an upturned fold of fabric.

“Patito,” Eddie says again, nodding. “Little duckling.”

Hen snorts, dissolving into laughter as she doubles over in the tiny plastic chair. Buck shoves the hem of his shirt into his trousers properly, disgruntled by their amusement.

“Duckling, huh?” Hen grins. “I guess he does follow you around enough.”

“He followed me into the house today,” Eddie says, leaning back heavily into his pillows. It’s true—Buck had ignored Bobby’s shouts to stay put and raced back into the burning building after Eddie’s pained grunt had come through the radio, a badly-secured beam glancing off him as it fell. “Stupid as hell, but would’ve had a lot worse than a fucked shoulder if he hadn’t.”

Buck’s not sure if that’s a compliment or an admonishment, but it’s absolutely soaked with affection, so he doesn’t let himself dwell on it, smiling wryly back at Eddie.

Eddie’s studying his face, serious even if the corner of his mouth is tugging up on the right, smile inevitable.

“He’d follow me anywhere,” he says, confident, to Buck or to Hen or just the room at large. “Patito.”

Buck feels a sudden wave of embarrassment, caught out and called out on this thing that was never meant to be a secret but he hadn’t planned on saying out loud anyway, hoping no one would draw attention to the bottomless well of devotion he houses for Eddie. That he’d do anything and everything if only it meant he’d be beside Eddie for it. He’s scraped raw, naked under fluorescent lights for everyone to see.

Hen, perceptive to a fault, stands, ignoring Buck’s flaming cheeks and whatever shame is rolling off him right now.

“M’gonna check with the nurses about when he can be discharged,” she murmurs, leaving the room quietly.

Buck swallows, ducking his head as he sits. He doesn’t look directly at Eddie, instead fiddling with the scratchy blanket on the bed.

“Buck?” Eddie asks. Buck doesn’t look up. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No, ’course not,” Buck says, shaking his head and smoothing out the blanket. “You’re right, I-I do follow you everywhere.”

“Okay,” Eddie says carefully. “Is that bad?”

Buck huffs a laugh. “No, no, it’s not. Just—revealing, I guess.”

Eddie’s silent for long enough that Buck chances a glance at him. His brow is furrowed deeply, and he’s frowning at Buck.

“I would follow you anywhere too, you know,” he says.

Buck’s heart flip-flops. He does know this, and it’s nice to be told, but he thinks all his endless adoration, the entirely unshakable loyalty with which he follows Eddie, comes from a considerably different place than Eddie’s. The roots of his wanting wrap around his heart and clench tight in ways Eddie’ll never be familiar with, steadfast friendship being the only thing he’s ever wanted from Buck.

“I know,” he says anyway, moving one hand to grasp Eddie’s briefly. “I know, Eds.”

A nurse bustles into the room, patient chart in hand.

“Alright,” she says, “hello there. Are you Mr Diaz’s partner? Will you be taking him home today? He needs regular monitoring tonight, but Firefighter Wilson mentioned your line of work, so he should be good to be looked after at home by his significant other.”

“Oh,” Buck says. “Um, yes. And no. Yes, I’m taking him home. No, I’m not his significant other—I’m just his, uh, work partner.”

“Oh! Sorry for the misunderstanding,” the nurse says cheerfully. “Shall we go over the concussion protocol before we get him discharged?”

Buck lets her run him through what to do and what to watch out for, well-versed in this rodeo but nodding in all the right places anyway. When she leaves to sort out the paperwork, he turns back to Eddie, who’s be quiet for this whole exchange.

“Actually, speaking of,” Buck starts, pulling the words out of his throat like barbed wire, “do you want me to call Marisol and, uh, let her know what happened?”

Eddie scowls at him. “Marisol? Why the hell would you call her?”

“Because she’s your actual significant other?” Buck says, frowning at the unreasonable amount of derision Eddie’s throwing his way. “And she might like to know that you were hurt?”

“She is not my significant other,” Eddie says, looking deeply unhappy.

Buck blinks. “What? Since when?”

“Since…” Eddie screws up his face as he thinks, and then screws it up in a different way when the pull of his muscles must aggravate the headache concussions so generously come with. “Since two Thursdays ago. The 14th. The day we had the fighter jet call.”

“Oh,” Buck says.

His heart isn’t sure what to do—glow bright at the thought of Eddie’s relationship crashing and burning, because Buck’s not as good a friend as he wishes he was, or sink even further at the fact that Eddie, even hopped up on heavy-duty drugs, can pinpoint with such precision the exact day they ended things, his unhappy face only further proof that the break-up was probably not his decision, if he’s so cut up about it. Which—

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Buck asks. “I’m sorry, man.”

Eddie shakes his head. “Don’t be sorry. Why are you sorry? Also, you didn’t tell me when you broke up with Natalia, so…”

“I did,” Buck protests. “I told you that day in the locker room, that day that—”

He cuts himself off, breathless for no reason.

He did tell Eddie in the locker room, the day that they had the fighter jet call. The 14th. Two Thursdays ago.

“Eddie?” he asks.

“I texted her from the station parking lot,” Eddie confesses. “After Chris’s date went home, I, uh. I went over to her place and broke up with her.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Buck asks again, infinitely more hushed.

“’Cause you’d follow me anywhere, patito,” Eddie says softly, and his voice is so brimming with sadness, Buck’s chest aches. “Didn’t—didn’t know if this would be something you’d—actually want, or if you’d try anyway just because I asked.”

“Eddie,” Buck breathes, a quiet and desperate thing. “Eddie, you have to know—”

“I know you love me, Buck. And—whatever way that is, I’ll take it. Okay? I just—I couldn’t pretend that that thing with Marisol was anything more than me trying to—trying to—fill some gap while you were with Natalia. And I was a dick, but—you broke up with Natalia and I’m so tired of pretending. I’d follow you anywhere, patito, but I—I wish you’d follow me home.”

“Okay,” Buck nods, heart whirring with this new revelation and taking upon itself to glow, not in petty vindication, but with sweet, sticky happiness, honey-gold and sun-warm as it spreads from cell to cell, his whole body alive with it. “Okay. I’m following you home.”

“I know you are now,” Eddie frowns. “You have to make sure I don’t die in my sleep.”

“Jesus, Eddie, first of all, dark,” Buck laughs, “and, secondly, no, I mean I’m following you home. I mean I love you in every way. I mean I broke up with Natalia because everything was always about death and I want things to be about life and—that’s you. It’s been you for a long time.”

“Oh,” Eddie says, still frowning. “Does this mean you’re not sleeping on the couch tonight?”

“Do you want me to sleep on the couch tonight?”

Eddie shakes his head. “No, I’ve never wanted you to sleep on the couch. You’re always falling asleep on that damn couch. I want you to fall asleep in my bed.”

Buck laughs again. “I think we can make that happen.”

The nurse comes back in with discharge papers, Hen at her shoulder, and Eddie asks, “Hey, what’s the medical advice about making out with a concussion?”

Hen says, “Oh, for the love of God.”

And, Buck thinks, if you’re hand-in-hand with someone the way the two of them are, who’s following who doesn’t really matter, because they’re getting there together.

#listen. i know i posted fic yesterday. i am so sorry. here is another one #911 fic #buddie fic #911 #buddie #nina writes #mine

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