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zae-heeyyy · 21 days ago

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This— this is what’ll keep me crawling back to Tumblr no matter what.

Where the hell else can one find writing so brilliant and so eloquent, and so sexy at the same time? Nobody talk to me or even LOOK at me when I’m reading a Pine fic because I’m ENTHRALLED.

Need a fix? This is it, folks. (Who am I telling? Look at that note count; we’re all in agreement here.

“He was constantly in a foul and fiery mood; bitter with everyone, his tension leaking into every movement and every word he spoke….”

Me: Damnit, GET THIS MAN SOME PU— 🫢

Now, this part, this part, this part, this part, this part.

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“He wants to have you, to take you, consume you, all to himself. He wants you to think about him the same way he is now, wants you to come while thinking of him, only him, your mouth to moan, whimper, scream even, all thanks to him.”

I mean this with the deepest sigh I can muster from every part of my soul: PLEASE CONSUME ME ARTHUR MORGAN.

Pine, girl. Do I need to say more? You prepped, you cooked. You ate. You left no crumbs. You served us, and we are BEGGING, I mean, I’m on my knees for part 2.

Okay…I’m done thirsting over Arthur and feening for Pine’s writing—for now, for this very tiny moment.

I know you already read it, so go read it again.

✧ Fantasies in the dark

✦ Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader ✦ Summary: In which Arthur catches a glimpse of your intimacy, the vision driving him into madness until he finally decides to give in to his urges. ✦ Warnings: SMUT 18+, MDNI! Masturbation, nudity, voyeurism (reader not aware he's staring), self-depreciation, and lots of shame from this poor man. Arthur's pov. ✦ Words: 2,7k Arthur's pic is mine, others are from Pinterest. And as always, as English isn't my first language, prepare for some possible misspellings. Read on AO3

Lately, Arthur had a problem. An incessant, disturbing, haunting problem.

He couldn’t sleep at night.

This could have been related to the gang’s precarious situation, being hunted down by the Pinkertons and surrounded by enemy gangs, O’Driscolls and Lemoyne raiders everywhere. Or even because of some older wounds, the loss of Eliza and Isaac amongst others, reminded almost every day by the complicated family portrait John painted with Abigail and Jack. Or the hurtful thought of the life he never had with Mary that was always following him since he had seen her again near Valentine. Life doomed from the start by his inherent violence and the mountain of corpses he was responsible for.

Arthur had plenty of reasons not to sleep at night. But this wasn’t because of any of that.

He couldn’t sleep because of you.

Not that it was your fault. In fact, you didn’t even know about any of that and Lord have mercy, he was praying that you’ll never find out; because he would never be able to look at you in the eyes then.

A few weeks ago, the gang had settled at Clemen’s Point. A rather pretty spot just near the lake, and not so far from town. But it wasn’t exactly the place that was causing him trouble. It was the unexpected view he was having from his tent.

For some unknown, mystical reasons, Miss Grimshaw while deciding the camp’s ajancement had decided to place your tent right next to his. Not so big of a problem at first sight, right?

Except that you were a night owl combined with the suffocating warmth of the place. Making you get to bed naked.

Oh, Arthur knew you do, because every night, every single one, you let a candle lit to read, or write, or God knows what before sleeping. The light casts your shadow against the tent’s canvas. The shadow of your very much nude body.

The first night Arthur had noticed, he had come back exhausted from a job in the middle of the night and laid on his cot without even taking the time to remove his boots or hat. A very usual and typical slice of his life, which lately felt more and more like a terribly used one. As if all these slices were repeating again and again. An accumulation of jobs and missions and robberies and fights; deceiving, lying, stealing, killing. Over and over again, going round and round. At night, he was reduced to a slumbered mind in a spent body, that was definitely becoming old and rusty. Already half asleep, mud and twigs surrounding his tired limbs, his thoughts all tangled up like a ball of wool, he had turned his head to his left, reaching from instinct for his pack of cigarettes on the little table next to his bed. Another slice of bad habits from a bad life.

That’s how his eyes had met with this quite erotic shape displayed on your tent.

Said eyes had grown so big that it had fully woken him up all of a sudden, as quickly as if someone had dumped a bucket of iced water on his shocked face. After half of a second of pure stabbing surprise and incomprehension with his hand hanged in the air, his breath stuck in his throat as if really being punched in the gut, he instantly turned his eyes back to the ceiling of his own tent. Cheeks burning red, heart pounding, as if someone had caught him in the act of doing a terribly shameful thing. Exactly as if he had really seen you naked.

He had feverishly grabbed the cigarette pack without looking at it, gaze refusing to turn again, these two blue diamonds locked on the ceiling of his tent, and had messily pulled one out of it, his shaky fingers fumbling, almost spilling everything on the ground.

He must have looked so damn ridiculous.

The smoke helped him to calm down, its soothing and comforting feeling spreading and burning through his lungs. He had fallen asleep, turned to the other side facing the wagon, trying not to think too much about the peek of your intimacy he had witnessed, telling himself it probably was going to be an isolated incident.

But of course, of course the Lord had to torment him even in the rare moments of peace he could have enjoyed.

Turns out this was apparently a habit of yours.

To be honest, he probably deserved to be tormented. But this was years from what he had in mind when it came to the Lord's punishment for his life of crimes.

And Arthur, even though a hardened man in many ways, able to lock lips during torture, kill men with bare hands, and stay emotionally strong in any kind of situation, was still only, after all, a man. A man with needs.

Filthy, disgusting needs.

He had tried to resist. Had tried not to let his eyes slip in your direction like that first night. Sometimes he would allow himself a quick glance, just to check if you were wearing any clothes for once, like a normal person. And maybe the night after would be different? Every evening spent at camp, his pupils would end up brushing the sinful silhouette in just a soft, slight sight, as if not to scare you, as if not to feel too bad about it.

But it was getting harder and harder not to stare. The easy lies about just checking on you or looking at anything else in the same area as your tent to have the chance of winning a glimpse of you would soon not be enough.

Just the mere fact that he knew you were completely bare, only a few meters away from him, singly the thin and superficial fabric of the tent between the both of you, was getting him hard and sweaty, and making his blood boil as a virgin teenage boy would. He could almost physically feel it, like a burning presence in his back when he was sleeping head against the wagon's wall.

The Human mind may be well designed for a lot of things; it forgets an event too hard to carry or can trick you into thinking you're not experiencing any physical pain in extreme situations. But Arthur had learned that it was extremely poorly made when it came to ignoring something. The more he was trying to not think about his unholy urges, the more he ended up being plagued with them. As sure as the seasons always turned in circles, you would come back to his effusive psyche.

And Oh, he was ashamed. Ashamed and revolted by himself. This was absolutely not in his habits, all the contrary. Yes, he was an old miserable bastard who had killed and plundered. But for God's sake, he had never acted obscene towards a lady before.

But the shame wasn't enough for him to stop. On the nights when the guilt was at its lowest —when the tediousness of his days was nibbling at his patience, he had let his eyes wander to your sinful figure, telling himself that maybe if he did, he could just go on with his night and finally rest. Just a quick taste, not too long.

But it only made things worse. It made him dream of you.

Dream of you stripped, his imagination taking the lead of what the tent’s fabric was preventing him from seeing. Dream of you moaning, taking him so tightly, welcoming him in your warm body and into your arms. Dream of the feeling of your skin under his fingertips, of the sight of your naked body squirming with pleasure. He would now often wake up frustrated and angry, if he had succeeded in sleeping at all, his member hard and throbbing on its own, his heart beating powerfully in his chest as if it had been real. His pants and blanket had even been damped one or two times.

What was he, a fifteen-year-old boy again? He was so angry and mortified by the physical obsession his body was having with you that he was constantly in a foul and fiery mood; bitter with everyone, his tension leaking into every movement and every word he spoke. He started missing targets when shooting, getting even more reckless and hot-headed during jobs, jobs often ending up missed or taken care of negligently, yelling at people when they weren’t fast enough, or clever enough, or silent enough, breaking things, breaking rules. The lack of sleep was making his deadly efficiency fade away, replaced by sloppy and messy gestures, stopping enemies from falling dead at his feet like his lethal skills always did, castrating the only thing that was left of his masculinity.

And yet, he couldn’t stop watching you from afar during the time he was at camp, telling himself he knew, or at least had an idea, of what you looked like without these clothes on; feeling a twisted sensation of pride imagining he was the only one who did. On top of that, your sweet personality and beautiful face weren’t helping him at all with his addiction. Filthy old bastard, stop it- he had to mentally slap himself to prevent staring at you for too long, especially staring at your chest that this goddamn dress you had chosen to wear wasn’t covering at all; or your ass these goddamn pants were fitting way too well.

Tonight, Arthur is avoiding going to bed too early. He knows he would just lay in it waiting for you anyway. Instead, he goes for a walk along Flat Iron Lake’s shores, bringing his journal with him. Two entire pages are already dedicated to your shadow. He had no idea a picture exclusively made of black and white flats on a sheet could have such a powerful erotic effect. Or maybe he is a complete degenerate —which, he is sure, is more and more true.

He has to be honest with himself, he could just go to a hotel, or out of camp for a few days to sleep under the stars, and the matter would be settled.

But he doesn’t want to. Because deep down inside, his urges are winning, making him feel like the most foolish and weakest man alive. He enjoys watching you. He enjoys seeing those forbidden plumped curves cast on this canvas. He feels like you're not leaving him any mercy, pitiless, his days dictated by the wait for his taboo rendez-vous, his nights by your sensual apparitions in his dreams.

He is trapped, you have completely tamed him, and irony of it all, have absolutely no idea you are making him feel like this.

This woman is drivin' me insane.

After a few hours on the cold shore's sand, his fingers only capable of creating quick little sketches and scribbles, his feet lead him back to camp. What a surprise. He finds most of the gang's members already asleep, apart from the ones on guard duty and some late campfire enjoyers talking about life, about love, grief, the future, the past. He briefly nods at them without a word and walks to his private space. He already knows what’s waiting for him there, your tent looking like it’s still illuminated, his thoughts and body avid for it.

No, don’t be a fool, Morgan.

He sits down on his cot. Mumbles to himself orders and curses to try and stay reasonable. Takes off his hat, runs a hand through his hair, sticky with sweat and dirt from his busy day, as all the other ones, as always. Scratches his beard and his ears with a sniff, tells himself he needs to take a swim into that lake. That he’s as dirty on the inside as he’s on the outside. Pulls down his suspenders before stretching his shoulders, a pained groan escaping him. A cigarette joins his lips, a match lights it, and he breathes in slowly. He tries to calm down, focusing once again on this homey feeling it brings him.

But his brows furrows. His lips tighten. He knows he won’t be able to hold on much longer. He needs to sleep properly. Even being the all-mighty Titan he is, he still needs a good night of sleep from time to time to keep the engine of his body turning, and you have kept it from him for days.

He lies to himself promising this is only for his health.

That this is the only way for him to stay focused during the day; the only way to rest properly and be at his best again tomorrow.

That this will be the only time he’ll do that.

His only moment of weakness.

The still-lit cigarette and his good conscience fall to the ground as he lies on his cot, settled on his left side, his right hand already roaming on his lower belly.

His eyes drop on the scene he had fantasized about for what seems like years to him at this point.

Lord have mercy…

Your shadow looks so perfect. He takes his sweet time to notice every detail of it, enjoying to the maximum his sinful behavior, now that he had succumbed to it. How you’re laying on your back, reading your book with your legs crossed. The curvaceous shape of your body looks divine to his insatiable gaze. Your hair messily tangled around your head. The silhouette of your chin and throat making him hungrier than any feast he could have attended. Your belly, rising and falling with your chest and breasts, gives the shadow an organic appearance. Your delicate legs, from the base of your thighs to your calves, to your feet, your toes mindlessly curling as you get lost in your story. And of course, the blurry outline of what was between them…

Damn it.

His hand quickly reaches his belt, unbuckles it, fiddles with his pants, opens them carelessly in an urgent grip. He spits in his palm, lashes out at himself when the desire of it being your wetness instead crosses his mind, and slips it between the buttons of his union suit. It finally wraps around his desperate shaft, gorged with blood, and he wonders if he already had been this hard before.

The moment he feels the pressure of his own fingers around it, he can’t help but sigh deeply through his nose, and has to physically block the groan he was about to let out.

Make no noise, moron.

He bites his lips to stop any other immoral sound from crossing through his mouth. Last thing he needs right now is to get caught. He slowly rubs one languorous time from up to down, then up again, his fingers brushing his swollen head right where he needs to. He instantly knows he won’t last. He had dreamed about this, about you, both during days and nights. His eyes are locked on your tantalizing silhouette, this deiform delicious flesh. Goddess of the night, Queen of his desires.

His hand rubs once again and his muscles tighten. He starts to stroke in a rhythmic pace, his moves are efficient, messy, careless. He masturbates the same way he takes care of himself —quickly, roughly, as if matching his disgust towards his own self. The exact opposite of what he would do to you if he could. This is pure physical relief.

Yes, God, yes…

Your name turns in his mind between blasphemous curses as he pleasures himself, stroking faster and faster, delightful warm sensations spreading through him. Finally. The burning is no longer in his back or mind; it's right there around his erection, flames licking all around it.

He wants to be able to join you there, so badly. He wants to discover the tone of your bare skin in those places you never show to anyone. He wants to whisper sweet things in your ear and you to sigh back, your voice high and softly shaking from pleasure. He wants the lewd intimacy, the shared tension and the electric, exciting touch of two foreign skins discovering each other for the first time. He wants to see your hardening nipples he can only have a glimpse of through the fabric.

He wants to have you, to take you, consume you, all to himself. He wants you to think about him the same way he is now, wants you to come while thinking of him, only him, your mouth to moan, whimper, scream even, all thanks to him.

He wants your hand instead of his, around his cock right now, pressing harder, moving faster.

Yes, yes, jus’ a bit more darlin’… -

A movement from you, a real one, makes his pace slow down and his heart stops, afraid you might have by some sort of divine knowledge understood what was happening. But you’re just shifting in your bed, positioning yourself on your belly with your book open against your pillow, and Arthur’s balls spasm; he now has the most perfect view of your ass, its gorgeous, decadent round and plumped contour making his member twitch in his fist.

Ahh, shit… So god damn perfect…

Pearls of sweat leak from his forehead to his neck. His ears shut close to the outside world, his surroundings completely disappearing. Now, there’s only you and your perfect back beautifully arched ending with your perfect bottom and him, and no one else’s on Earth. His breath is jerky, his entire face completely crimson, his fingers pumping so hard and fast he’s basically fucking his hand —your hand, with those wet and unmistakable noises filling the air.

His breath speeds up as Arthur feels his deliverance coming, blood rushing in his veins. He sees himself behind you grabbing fistfuls of your cheeks, he sees his erection diving deep between them. And it's the last straw. His brows are crunched in an exquisite expression of pure sexual delight, jaws so tensed he’s about to break his teeth, your pleasure-filled voice screaming his name in his head, dragging every sensation out of him. His orgasm hit him with the strength and speed of a thunderstorm, lightning bolts of satisfaction striking every fiber of his body.

Yes! Yesss —Damnit!

He comes hard with a low and throaty growl he forgot to —or couldn't repress, silently repeating your name again and again, his lower lip almost cut open from how hard he had bit himself, an enormous vein on his forehead where sweat covers his skin. His thick, hot cum spills messily in an indecently large amount, the aftermath of having held himself back for so long, leaking on his pants and fingers and staining his cot; a dash of white contrasting with the darkness of what he just did.

He’s praying to the Lord and the Devil, any mystical forces known to man, that nobody had heard his final relief sound, especially not you. It was louder than what he would like to admit.

Shit, so damn good…

Using his black bandana, he roughly cleans himself then tosses it somewhere on the floor, his cock finally softening as he shoves it back under his clothes, balls empty. And it feels good. So good a wave of shame and guilt crashes onto him once more. What a pig he was for jerking off while ogling you. What an old bastard he was to mingle you and his filth. But at the same time, he feels like his muscles are thanking him, his restless flesh satisfied, even though he almost hurt himself with how fast he had stroked, lost in his haze.

His bittersweet and contradictory feelings accompanied him as he took a last glance at your tent before drifting off to sleep, his breathing still a bit raspy as if he had run for hours. You had closed your book and taken the candle between your hands to blow on it, the little flame flickering before fading. And then, darkness.

The curtains falling on the stage at the end of this private decadent act.

Eyelids heavy, Arthur knows he will finally sleep tonight.

But he also knows this isn’t the end of his torments at all; the conflicting thoughts paint his mind just as the sun pierces through the dark ebony clouds of a thunderstorm, creating those abruptly dazing shapes and color, pitch black laced with blinding light.

Never in this life or the Other he will forget the form of your naked body, no matter how wicked he feels. Because when it comes to you and only you, Arthur Morgan is, indeed, a very weak man.

tagging : @a-court-of-valkyries and @zae-heeyyy

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haitanialex · 3 years ago

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thirst ! rindou

Rindou is not really a fan of pain, he likes being pampered and taken care of in bed, he would do anything to hear the words ‘good boy’ come out of your mouth. But there’s just something about the way his skin burns when you scratch it that makes him lose his mind.

His legs are going numb and his vision getting blurry, riding your strap with his hands pulling your hair because he just needs to grab onto something, otherwise fearing he’d fall off your lap. He’s been at this for so long that the chair on which you’re both sitting down might break at any moment, judging by how much it’s screeching.

“(name)- I- I’m close, s’close- aH!” The man on your lap cries out when your nails make their way harshly from his upper to lower back and digging into his ass. It felt good, better than he would like to admit. Head hanging back, his violet eyes shot open at the burning sensation and a tiny hint of a smile made its way into his blissed expression. “Again! Oh p-please do that again!” You chuckled at his begging, not missing the way his hips rolled erratically closer into you. Repeating your former motion (this time backwards) made Rindou’s back arch into a beautiful curve that aligned your bodies perfectly, pressing into each other. His grip on your hair loosened to now wrap his arms around your neck, hiding his flustered face in it. With his heavy pants, rapid sighs and high pitched whimpers caressing your skin you knew he was about to let go and, moving your hands to the sides of his torso to leave some more scratch marks, you felt his hot spurt stain both of your bodies.

Later that day, stepping into the shower after finishing some ‘business inconvenience’ he was reminded of those bloody-red marks he loved so much when the burning water graced them oh so gently, having to sink his teeth into his bottom lip so he wouldn’t cum untouched right then and there.

#cherie this is what your silly little link does to me #i hate u but i love u but i hate you #please i want to mark rin’s body so bad #sub tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #rindou haitani x reader #rindou haitani smut #sub rindou

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silver-pieces · 2 years ago

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I posted 2,099 times in 2022

389 posts created (19%)

1,710 posts reblogged (81%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,348 of my posts in 2022

Only 36% of my posts had no tags

#thirst - 497 posts

#ficrec - 129 posts

#sil answers - 84 posts

#sil's queue - 83 posts

#sil's writing updates - 60 posts

#sil's blog resources - 50 posts

#marvel x reader - 30 posts

#mcu x reader - 30 posts

#sil's ask games - 27 posts

#lesbian - 26 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#haha 🙃 i have like 5 fics im working on all at once... can i do it???? can i fucking post one in the next week??? that would be nice 😭

My Top Posts in 2022:

purity curbs my tongue

Pairing: kate bishop x (afab) gn!reader (where reader is good at archery)

Word Count: 890

Synopsis: Kate Bishop. Hate sex.

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT, smut (oral FF), getting locked in a room, a smidge of violence, and one murder threat

A/N: Day Four of Marvel Girlfriend May!! 💜🏹🎯 I love Kate Bishop with a fiery passion!! Thankyou for reading, and please reblog if you like this fic!

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296 notes - Posted May 4, 2022

Marvel Girlfriend May!

Pairing: mcu!women x reader (both gn! and fem!)

Synopsis: One Marvel girlfriend for each day of the month of May!

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT, general warnings for smut, angst, fluff, content will vary so please read the individual warnings!

A/N: I don’t know where this idea came from, but here we are!

Starting with May Parker and ending with Melinda May, I will write and post a drabble for a different marvel woman for each day.

Please feel free to tag me in your mcu!women x reader stories - even if we’ve never interacted before, I’d love to read and reblog any mcu!women x reader stories that come my way!

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always his

Pairing: Dark!Bucky x (afab) fem!reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Synopsis: You never wanted to see his face again. Too bad you don’t always get what you want.

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT, smut (rough unprotected p in v sex, creampie), tw: noncon, tw: infidelity (reader is married to another man), tw: food, breeding kink, housewife kink

A/N: Written for Synth’s Writer’s Camp with the encouragement of the amazing @syntheticavenger - this was such a great idea & I’m so grateful to have been a part of it 🥰 This is a dark fic so please heed the warnings!!

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you could do better

Pairing: Bodyguard!Natasha x (afab) fem!reader

Word Count: 3k

Synopsis: When you act out one too many times, your father assigns you a new bodyguard - Natasha. But you aren’t going to make things easy for her.

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT, smut (fingering FF), reader has daddy issues, reader makes out with a man, degradation in the form of slut-shaming

A/N: Day 7 of Marvel Girlfriend May!! A bit late lol. Life got in the way of this next part - but I am back!! Again, someone please STOP ME!! 3k for Natasha is not what I had in mind 😭 Reblogs are always appreciated!!

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My #1 post of 2022

you will beg

Part 1 of the You Will Beg Series

Pairing: dom!Wanda x (afab) fem!reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Synopsis: Wanda intimidates you, but you desperately need her help.

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT, smut (fingering), spanking, dom/sub, injury & falling, reader is kept in a cell

A/N: Day Two of Marvel Girlfriend May!! ❤ Did I mention these are meant to be drabbles? Someone please for the love of Wanda STOP ME. I don’t even know how this became 4.3k. Please reblog if you enjoy this story!

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notepadsandtealeaves · 3 years ago

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a thot’s thoughts 💦 || a thirsty ass m.list

status: ongoing || last updated: 1/20

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| byf | other m.lists | my ao3 | main blog ||

💦 THIS IS NOT A PLACE FOR MINORS. i know you little shits never listen, but that won’t stop me from saying it. 💦 everything i write is poc friendly! 💦 unless otherwise specified, all works are written with a gender neutral reader. 💦 all characters within are whole ass adults (i.e. at least 18, but usually in their 20s). 💦 this is a multi-fandom list. fandoms include: hq, rdr, with more to come! 💦 links under the cut so as not to clutter up your blog/dash.

the volleybaes || haikyuu!!

note: works are posted in alphabetical order by character.

asahi a. || nsfw abcs

…pls, sir, i’m begging you—unchain my gd heart, you’re not even REAL i cannot be down this bad for a 2D anime man, please…

let me love you, mister azumane…

work type: (really long) hcs

cws/tws: various; peep the in story notes for any applicable warnings

reader gender: neutral

additional characters: n/a

summary: tbh it’s literally just me lusting after mister azumane for 26 letters lol

total wc: 17.3k~

💦 links: tumblr | ao3

asahi a. || …pants on fire

“be my safety blanket?”

though the words seem innocent enough the way his hand squeezes at your hip says otherwise…

in which you and your lover find a way to keep the bad dreams at bay.

work type: a cute lil nsfw one-shot

cws/tws: various; peep the in story note for the thirst tags

reader gender: f!, gn!, and m!reader options available

additional characters: n/a

summary: in which you and your lover find a way to keep the bad dreams at bay. || sequel to liar, liar…

total wc: 3.3-3.5k

💦 links: f!reader | gn!reader | m!reader | ao3

k. bokuto || say my name

“i know you know it, sweetheart—so say it. say my fucking name, right the fuck now.”

he’ll get what he wants—even if he has to fuck it out of you…

work type: one shot

cws/tws: various; peep the in story notes for any applicable warnings

reader gender: neutral

additional characters: n/a

summary: you ever just want bo to bully you a bit as he snaps your spine like a glow stick, but like in a low-key loving way? because same.

total wc: 2.3k~

💦 links: tumblr | ao3

various hq characters || a bit of random hq thirst

i would say ‘no thoughts, head empty’, but head is v. full of whoreknee thoughts about some of my favorite hq boys…

nothing much, just short lil bits of thirst.

work type: lil thirst stimulating imagines

cws/tws: no real warnings, but peep the in story notes for specifics

reader gender: neutral

summary: i woke up parched and this was the result lol

total wc: 1.8k~

💦 links: tumblr | ao3

the yeehaws || red dead redemption

note: works are posted in alphabetical order by character.

also—at current, all works are javier-centric and all links lead to my main blog where these works were originally posted.

javier e. || nsfw abcs

dear mister escuella, please be real.

sincerely, a simp

no seriously. i’m gonna need you to get on that shit.

work type: long hcs accompanied by ficlets (and occasionally full length works)

cws/tws: various; peep the in story note for any applicable warnings

reader gender: mostly neutral, tho there are a few with f! and m!reader options as well

additional characters: n/a

summary: these are ultimately my attempts to better understand javier as a character through sex and intimacy, so expect just as much exposition as thirst.

total wc: ~69k ((nice lmao))

💦 links: tumblr | ao3

javier e. || what you want, what you need

“oh fuck you, escuella.”

“you’d best watch that mouth of yours, mi amor. just because daddy-dearest can’t take you over his knee anymore doesn’t mean your papi won’t.”

((the ‘papi’ use is meant to be sarcastic, ffs lmao…))

work type: one shot

cws/tws: it’s been a hot minute since i last read this, but from what i remember (there might be other stuff that isn’t listed here, so please be mindful as you read)… delayed orgasm, light bdsm, slight ropeplay maybe??, spanking, praise kink, slight voice kink, rough sex

reader gender: f! and m!reader options as this was written long ago; but i plan on doing a rewrite so a neutral reader is in the works!

additional characters: n/a

summary: a modern au in which javi’s s/o gets a little too hands-y at a party. in return he’ll make sure that they get what they deserve before they get what they need.

total wc: 4.8-5.5k

💦 links: f!reader | m!reader | ao3

© notepadsandtealeaves, 2021-2022 || please do not repost, translate, or otherwise alter or distribute my works without my express permission. and for the love of god keep it away from youtube and tiktok lol…

#finally made a post for all my smut pieces--/you're welcome/ lmao #((Immy does fan fiction: The Volleybaes))#((Immy does fan fiction: The Yeehaws))#((💦 posts))#my masterlists

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raibebe · 4 years ago

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Dive in deep to you

Genre: smut Words: 2.659 Prompt: Vampire Changkyun + “I’m no good for you but I can’t stay away” Warnings: blood, messy smut

A/N: This is not exactly the phrase you looked for but this is what I came up with one Saturday morning and wrote basically in one sitting. Big thank you to @min-inu for the moodboard! Let’s hope I fixed the post after tumblr ate all of it.

Vampire: A living corpse that drinks blood of the living by biting their necks with long, pointed canine teeth to quench their never ending thirst.

“Fuck, Changkyun,” you groaned when he picked you up beneath your thighs with superhuman strength, his fingers surely bruising your thighs, and crashed your lips together in a kiss that was more tongue and spit than anything else. Your back roughly collided with the door of your apartment that you had just unlocked, knocking the breath out of you. “Sorry,” your lover said, burying his face in your neck so he could suck dark bruises onto the skin. You could feel his fangs rake over your skin just where your blood pulsated through your veins, making you shiver. But he never bit down, not in all the weeks you had hooked up; instead he left purple bruises next to the ones that were already fading, tearing a moan from your throat.

“Get us to the bedroom at least,” you spoke breathlessly when he started rutting against you like a horny teenager. “I could take you right here, no problem with that,” he argued, “Think about how deep I’d fuck you.” “Changkyun you’re not fucking me in the hallway,” you groaned, twisting your hands in his bleached hair to pull him from your neck to connect your lips again. When you broke the kiss, you were panting hard and Changkyun’s crimson eyes were blown wide, a small string of spit connecting your lips. “Bedroom. Now,” you demanded, kicking your feet against his backside. “Be nice or I’ll drop you,” he grumbled but followed your orders. The way to your bedroom was familiar to him after you had walked it countless times in the past weeks ever since you first hooked up with him after a drunken night out with your friends.

That night you didn’t even notice what kind of creature he was until he had you spread out beneath him and his ice-cold fingers had made you shiver. He had asked if you were scared of him and until this day you didn’t know why you told him that you weren’t. It must have been the alcohol coursing through your system that night but even after you had started to hook up in a somewhat sober state you still weren’t scared of him. Even when he looked at you from his crimson eyes and with elongated fangs, his control to hide his vampiristic features slipping, like he wanted to devour you, you were never scared that he would actually harm you.

“Why do you always close all doors?” Changkyun groaned, his vampric nature making it impossible for him to pass the threshold like that. You just giggled, twisting your body to open the door to your bedroom for him. “It’s nice to see that such a strong man like you still has his weaknesses even if it’s something simple like a closed door.” “How about you shut that smart mouth of yours,” he growled. “Try me,” you challenged him and he forcefully connected your lips again, wasting no time to lick into your mouth. You couldn’t help but feel proud that his control already seemed to slip, his fangs already sharpening.

He broke the bruising kiss to unceremoniously throw you down on your mattress, making you jump up and down a few times. “Impatient aren’t we?” You giggled. “I can smell you feel the same,” the vampire smirked, unbuttoning his silk blouse button after button, revealing the perfectly pale skin of his chest and abdomen. Throwing the garment off of his strong shoulders, he quickly popped the button of his jeans, slipping out of them. “Like what you see?” He grinned, shamelessly palming himself over the dark fabric of his briefs. “Yeah, but I’d rather have it right here,” you admitted, letting your legs fall open to expose your glistening core to him, fighting back the heat that crept into your face. Going commando beneath your short dress might have not been the smartest idea you had ever had, but the way your lover stopped mid stroke and went completely still was worth it.

Changkyun growled deep in his chest, a dark and threatening sound, reminding you that he still was a dangerous creature. Within the blink of an eye, he had grabbed the neckline of your dress and the next thing you heard was the sound of the fabric tearing when he ripped your dress neatly down the front to expose your body for him. “I liked that dress,” you gasped when the cold air of the room met your heated skin, making your nipples perk up. “I’ll buy you a new one,” the vampire promised, his crimson eyes fixed to your exposed boobs, “You haven’t been wearing any underwear this entire time?” “No,” you breathed, shivering beneath his smoldering gaze. “You’re so naughty,” he said before attaching his lips to one of your breasts, sucking and gently biting on the sensitive nub. A curse left your lips and you threaded your fingers into his bleached hair, arching your back into his touch. While one hand was massaging your other boob, he let his other hand trail down your body, leaving goosebumps in its way, before he dragged his finger through your folds, spreading the wetness that had leaked from your core. “You’re already so wet for me baby,” he rasped, “Did you miss me?” “You wish,” you gasped, trying to labor your breathing. A wide grin spread over Changkyun’s lips, your heartbeat was betraying your words. “One day I’ll get you to admit it,” he promised before he slowly sank a finger into you, making you gasp. “Another one,” you demanded. “Someone is impatient today,” he chuckled but followed your command, his fingers stretching your inner walls when he began to move them; always just barely grazing your sweet spot and driving you crazy all while he continued to suck marks all over your torso. “Please,” you gasped, moving your hips to meet his lazy thrusts. “You’re desperate already?” He chuckled, withdrawing his fingers to draw circles around your clit instead. Your legs instinctively tried to close around where he kneeled between your legs but he forced them back open, slapping the inside of your thigh. “Be good,” he grumbled, leaning down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss.

You couldn’t help yourself to moan into his mouth when he finally began to finger you in earnest, crooking his long fingers to stimulate your sweet spot in a way that made you see stars. No other lover you ever had could make you feel this way. But Changkyun had the advantage of time on his side and must have already slept with more women than you could probably count. The thought made a pang of jealously shoot through you but it was washed away just as quick as it came when he flicked his wrist just right, making your thighs tremble. You cursed again, throwing your head back and moaning unashamed. You could feel your orgasm building in your stomach but this wasn’t how you wanted to cum and the feeling of Changkyun’s hard cock rutting against your body made you dizzy with want. “Need you inside of me,” you whined. “Yeah? Are my fingers not enough for you? Need my cock to cum?” He teased you, dragging his fingers through the mess that you had made of yourself, spreading your wetness even further.

“Please,” you begged and that seemed to do the trick. The vampire growled again, quickly getting rid of his underwear, pumping his flushed cock a couple of times before he slapped it onto your core a couple of times, letting the lewd sound fill the quiet of the room. “Don’t tease me,” you whined, trying to close your legs around him to pull him closer but he wasn’t budging a single bit, watching the way his cock was slipping through your folds with ease, the head rubbing against your sensitive clit. “Changkyun please,” you whined again when the head of his cock had briefly slipped into your core but the vampire had immediately pulled back to grind against you again. “I love it when you beg for me,” he confessed, leaning down to capture your lips in a quick kiss, “One day I’ll teach you some patience.” “Not all of us have eternity to wait for some dick,” you grumbled, making him chuckle. “Alright my little pillow princess,” he grinned, “I shall not make my dearest wait any longer.”

“Oh, I love it when you talk like you’re from-“ The words of mockery were punched out of you when your lover thrust into you, bottoming out in one smooth motion thanks to how ridiculously turned on you were. “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite get what you were saying,” he chuckled, grinding his cock deep inside of you with smooth movements from his hips while keeping your thighs in an iron grip so you couldn’t shy away. “Changkyun, I, fuck,” you stuttered, gripping a fistful of sheets to ground yourself. “Tell me to stop if it’s too much,” he whispered just like every time and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips that without fail made your heart skip a beat. You swore he must have heard it but chose to ignore it. “I can take it,” you promised, your gaze finding his dark crimson eyes.

“We’ll see about that,” he chuckled before pulling back his hips until only the head of his cock remained inside you before languidly sliding right back into you, letting you feel every inch of his length. “Fuck you’re so big,” you breathed when he repeated the motion, only barely picking up his pace. “You sure know how to flatter a man,” the vampire chuckled breathlessly, slowly rocking into you. “Please Changkyun, fuck me like you mean it,” you begged, hooking your legs behind his back to pull him closer. “Patience, dear,” he whispered, burying his cock inside you in one quick movement that punched all air from your lungs. “Is that what you want?” He asked, repeating the motion so your bodies collided in a lewd slapping noise. With every stroke you felt your brain cells leave your body, your world crumbling down until it only consisted of you and Changkyun. “I asked a question, sweetheart,” he repeated, snapping his hips to punctuate every word. “Please,” you whimpered, surprised by how wrecked you already sounded. “Oh baby, you’re too good for me,” he mused, tenderly cupping your face. You turned your head to kiss the inside of his wrist where his tattoo was fading yet again, his own body working to make the ink disappear. “Ruin me,” you whispered, looking straight into his crimson eyes. “With my greatest pleasure,” he replied, caging you against the mattress with his muscled body, your head bracketed between his arms.

This time when he pulled back his hips, he didn’t waste any time to thrust back right into you, setting a quick rhythm that had your head spinning. Moans after moans spilled from your lips that Changkyun eagerly swallowed with deep kisses. Only when he angled his hips differently and nailed your sweet spot, you had to part from his lips to get enough air into your lungs, your hands gripping his back tightly without your nails ever breaking the skin. But you knew he could feel them digging into his skin, tearing a growl from him. The pain only further spurred him on, pulling back further to fuck into you more vigorously, tearing broken mewls from your spit slicked lips and making you trash beneath him. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, not even a single bit out of breath before he nudged your head back again so mouth at your jaw and neck, pressing his tongue into the bruises he had left earlier, making sparks of pleasure shoot through you. When his fangs raked against your sensitive skin again, you swore you could feel the blood rushing just beneath the surface. “Please don’t stop, I’m so close” you moaned, desperately holding onto your lover, afraid you would just float away from all the pleasure clouding your mind. You felt his chuckle more than you could hear it and the way his fangs dragged across your skin made you lose your mind.

“Bite me,” you blurted out causing Changkyun to lose his rhythm. He stilled inside of you and you mewled in disappointment, your orgasm slipping out from beneath you. “Are you sure?” The vampire spoke into the skin of your neck. “Do it,” you panted, gripping his bleached strands of hair at the back of his neck, “I trust you.” A deep rumble resonated from his chest and he began to slowly move his hips again, dragging his length against your velvety walls and pressing it tightly against your sweet spot. “You’re too good for me,” he mumbled before dragging his teeth along the vein in your neck, “Relax.”

He ground down into you again, his public bone putting sweet pressure on your clit. Your moan of his name got stuck in your throat when you felt his teeth finally break your skin, the piercing pain shooting through your body. But as soon as you felt Changkyun swallow a mouthful of your blood, it seemed to vanish, being replaced by white, hot pleasure that seemed to course through you instead. It felt like he was exchanging your blood for the sweetest drug you had ever tasted. Your body was twisting and trashing beneath him, desperate to find your release. You didn’t even realize that he had stopped feeding from you when he started to almost erratically kicking his hips again, chasing his own high. “Come with me,” he groaned, fucking into you with abandon before his body went absolutely still and the most beautiful deep moan of your name spilled past his lips as he came deep inside you. That sight was enough to push you over the edge as well and you had to screw your eyes shut, millions of colors dancing behind your lids as your body shook through your orgasm, drenching the sheets beneath you in your release.

For a while both of you stayed still, coming down from your respective highs. While Changkyun was staring at you from blown eyes you had yours still shut, trying to take deep breaths to calm down your furiously beating heart and your shaking legs. “Careful,” he whispered when he pulled out his softening cock and you could feel how his release started to leak from your core. Without another word he pulled you into an embrace, lapping at the wound in your neck to coax it to stitch itself back together. “That was intense,” you laughed breathlessly when the vampire had pulled back again, trying to fix your messy mop of hair. “Thank you,” he spoke softly, pressing a kiss to the healed wound. “I feel like I should thank you,” you whispered, “That was the most intense orgasm I ever had in my entire life.”

Changkyun hummed and pulled you close to his unbeating heart. “Humans sometimes can feel great pleasure from letting a vampire feed on them.” “Why have you never done it before?” “You didn’t ask for it,” he simply said, “It doesn’t show good manners to just bite your lover.” You made an affirmative noise, cuddling closer to him, tangling your legs together, yet again noticing that he hadn’t even broken a sweat through all of this.

“We can’t keep hooking up like this, I’m not good for you,” he whispered into your hair after a while. “Stop saying that,” you murmured, “The heart wants what the heart wants.” “I don’t have a heart.” “You do, it’s just not beating anymore.” For a while the silence between you two stretched on, both of you lost in your own thoughts. “Hold me until I fall asleep?” You asked when you felt your eyes droop. “Sure,” Changkyun promised, tightening his strong arms around you, and somehow you didn’t even miss the warmth a body usually gave off.

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soramel · 3 years ago

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Curiosity didn’t kill the cat | jjk ff

[COMPLETE] Part 4

jjkxreader

Prompt: “You’re early,” said the grim reaper with a hint of amusement.

Fantasy au, sageuk au, royalty au, grimreaper!jungkook, reader, romance, slow-burn

Words: 1.9k approx. Part 4/7 Content warning: smut, violence, angst

This is the last part in my Tumblr account. Part 5 to 7 (fin) can be found in my wattpad account

You stayed home the whole morning, staring out the window. You watched the cars passing by the bridge crossing the Han river.

Now you're plopped down on the couch while Jungkook is vacuuming the floor.

"Don't you have work today?" you asked.

Jungkook shook his head in reply. "There's no one on my schedule. I checked."

"Why don't you have a TV here? How do you pass time?" you whined. You might be safer compared to being outside, encountering different souls and human energies, but you thought this kind of boredom could kill too.

You learned last night that you don't tire out like a human does. It's your energy running out, which can be restored by sleep, rest, or eating food offerings for those who passed. However, if you stayed long enough wandering, those wouldn't suffice. Ghosts like Taehyung's assignee and the man in that business district, they feed off from wandering souls like you. Your energy is still of a human because you died in a wrong time, but they could easily get your energy from your form.

Jungkook didn't respond and continued cleaning.

You sighed. You're fully rested, so you can't really go back and sleep the day off.

You jumped at an idea, "How about I visit my funeral?" you didn't really want to. You don't want to see your family and friends being sad because of your passing. Besides, the spirit guide promised you that you could go back to your old life. You just have to wait. And you have a powerful grim reaper protecting you, so you're all good.

He shook his head, and firmly said, "No. It's not safe there. I told you that's a hotspot for starving souls."

"But I have you!" you insisted.

Jungkook turned off the vacuum, placing a hand on his hip, squaring his shoulders. He then said, "Remember when the lady almost got you? What if we encounter five of them? I'm not omnipotent, Y/n. I'd lay my life to protect you, but I don't really die so it's pointless. Once you're out of my grasp, you're on your own."

His warning rendered you speechless. Unconsciously, you huffed in a pout.

Jungkook's expression fell at your reaction, but there's nothing else he could do.

The doorbell rang.

Both of you turned to the sound.

The grim reaper tucked in the vacuum, leaving it to stand, before going to the door.

"Sir Jeon," you heard a wavering man's voice.

"Mr. Choi, what brought you here?" Jungkook queried, his voice tensed. He repeatedly wished for you not to show yourself and he hoped telepathy would work. But of course, your curiosity won. You peeked from the hallway and saw a man in his 30's.

His gaze shifted from Jungkook to yours. His eyes widened in thirst. For a second, the white of his eyes faded.

"Mr. Choi," Jungkook snapped.

The ghost stared back to him, as his eyes went back to normal.

"Sir Jungkook. It's my daughter. She's having a fever and her mother's not yet back from the business trip," the man explained.

"Her nanny didn't show up this morning. She's been alone since last night," he went on, his sweaty hands fidgeting as he asked for help. "Please, help her."

Jungkook stilled for a moment, before responding, "I'm not allowed to make calls in the human world, Mr. Choi. I'm not allowed to interfere on that matter."

Mr. Choi kneeled, pressing his hands together, and begged, "Please, sir. I, I tried to help. I've been trying to possess a human's body but my soul is too weak. I haven't fed for weeks. I couldn't visit a burial without getting killed by a starving ghost. Please, you're all I have."

"Mr. Choi-"

"Her!" he pointed at you.

"She can help."

Mr. Choi looked at you, his eyes pleading.

"Please help my daughter," he asked you directly.

Jungkook backed away from the door, "No," he sternly said. "She's not fit for what you're asking."

The man argued, "She just died! I can feel her energy from here, she could possess anyone easily!"

Then insisted, "Young lady, please. It's not that much. Just bring her to the hospital."

Jungkook stood firm, resolved to kick the man out, "I said no. Go-"

"Jungkook. It's okay. I'll help him," you said to him.

"Y/n," his voice laced with disapproval, while the man bowed repeatedly. "Thank you! Thank you!" he uttered over and over in gratefulness.

When you arrived at the apartment complex, you started looking around for someone to possess. You saw a college student, much like you, walking. Jungkook stopped you before you could take a step.

"Not her. She's not well rested. You'll be stuck in her body if her soul surrendered."

You nodded and tried to look for another. There's another woman, but she's with her child. It seemed like they're waiting for a taxi.

You surveyed the area. There are only cars passing by the highway.

Mr. Choi hesitatingly spoke, "Please hurry, it took me long to get to you,"

He pursed his lips shut when Jungkook sent him a deadly glare.

Clasping your hands together, you decided to go for the woman. You looked at Jungkook for permission, but he's been nothing but adamant.

So, you strolled forward, with much determination.

Upon nearing the lady, you whispered, "I'll be quick, promise," though she couldn't hear you.

You stepped into her shell, her soul resisting. You can feel yours slowly seeping in.

You tightly closed your eyes and soothingly muttered, "I'll be quick. A young girl's alone in the apartment and she's been sick. Please."

You opened your eyes and felt your spirit settled. You stared at the lady's free hand, then you felt a tug.

Her son stared up at you and said, "Mommy, there's the cab," he informed.

You looked at the driver and waved your hand dismissively. You crouched down to the boy's height and held his face.

"Mommy needs to visit a friend's place first. Okay?" you spoke, while trying not to be startled by your new voice.

The boy nodded.

You gave him a reassuring smile which turned to joy when he smiled back. Showing a gap between his teeth.

Holding the boy's hand, you faced Jungkook and Mr. Choi.

Mr. Choi beamed and led the way to his daughter.

You sat beside the hospital bed as you listened to the doctor. "She'll be monitored every four hours. You have nothing to worry about," he smiled at you and to the boy beside you.

"Thank you, doctor. I'll call her mother right away," you informed him.

"Don't mention it. How kind of you to look after your friend's child, Mrs. Kim," he said.

You blinked repeatedly and smiled awkwardly, "Ah, of course."

Then you looked at him as you wait for him to leave.

After an uncomfortable silence, you renewed your smile, "Doc?"

"Ah, yes. Well, then... I have to go. Lots of patients to attend to."

You nodded in reply. You watched him walk away before tripping on his own steps. A chuckle escaped Jungkook's lips, he tried to suppress it to no avail.

By the time you managed to bring the boy and the lady back to their home, the sun was already down. The lamp post flickered as you stepped out of the building. Then a snowflake fell on your nose before it passed through, landing on the pavement.

You reached out your hand to catch the first snow only for it to slip through.

Your lips pulled into a bitter smile. At least, you couldn't feel the cold.

Noticing your feet, you moved forward, one step after another.

If you were alive, the road's roughness would scrunch under your feet, the falling snow crystals would land on your skin then would melt away; if you were alive, you'd see your breath in this unforgivable winter.

It's only been days since, but you couldn't help but become impatient. More than a week of waiting would feel like a year.

"You okay?" Jungkook asked as he walked beside you.

Turning to him, you said, "Could be better,"

He nodded. "Let's find a door,"

You touched his arm to stop him, you feel like walking. At least that way, you'd be able to feel the first snow with your eyes.

"Can we walk instead?" you asked.

He frowned and answered, "You look tired. You almost spent a day in someone's body. It should've drained you. I'd need to ask Yoongi or Taehyung to bring us food."

Taking off your hand from him, you tried your best to hide your disappointment. "Just 5 minutes," you bargained. He paused to think, assessing the situation. Afterwards, he agreed.

"Thanks."

You walked forward, watching the sky. The orange light from the posts sparkled against the falling flakes. You basked in the simple beauty you failed to appreciate.

The glitters on the pavement

The rustling of the road as a car passed by

The ding of the bicycle dashing through, towards you

You stood frozen in shock as the biker permeated. It felt like the gravity engulfed you out of your soul, if that's still possible. You're left with nothing now, this is your form at your purest state.

You wobbled and before hitting the ground, Jungkook pulled you by the elbow. Your chest flushed against his as you looked at his face. His features etched with worry.

It felt familiar.

his hold

his arms,

his eyes,

this scene,

the weather.

Everything.

A déjà vu.

Jungkook felt it too. That was evident on how his concerned frown softened into a gaze of longing and admiration.

He couldn't put a name on his emotions, but it felt unstoppable.

It felt right to close the distance between you.

It felt right to rest his palm against your crimson-painted cheeks.

It felt right to acknowledge the pull.

Your eyes shuttered close as his lips met yours.

Everything felt familiar.

You both knew.

And as if the spell that bound you worn out, you pulled apart from each other. Averting each other's eyes.

Jungkook broke the silence by clearing his throat. He then muttered, "Let's go home. You're tired."

After a while, he found a door by the sidewalk. He jerked it to see if it's open and after confirming, he shut it close again.

He laid his hand out to you, at which you took without protest.

Then you were now in his apartment's hallway.

The rest of the night were spent in silence as he retreated to his room.

"Taehyung brought this for you," Jungkook blurted as he saw you stirring awake.

The space was lit by the morning light and clanking of plates rung through as the two grim reapers prepare on the dining table.

"I heard you had a rough day. I wish I could've brought food earlier, but I had a graveyard shift," Taehyung explained in a sad face.

You waved your hand dismissively, "It's fine. No worries. I just slept it off."

Taehyung's face lit up, he looked at you, smiling, "I got porridge. They put shrimps and eggs on it. First class."

"I also got tangerines. Though we must save two handfuls for Yoongi-hyung. He's on his way here."

The main door banged open at once, startling you.

"Oops, sorry 'bout that. Hi Y/n," Yoongi greeted.

Jungkook placed the last plate on the table before looking up at the eldest, "Yoongi-hyung, come eat with us."

[Part 5 to 7]

#bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #jjk fanfic #jkxreader #jjk #jungkook fantasy au #jjk x reader

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wendimydarling · 5 years ago

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Hello! I’m so very grateful that you’ve stumbled upon my blog and have chosen to read my stories. In this list you’ll discover all of my works, both big and small, and my hope is that you’ll find some healthy escape for awhile within these digital pages, and perhaps some sound advice along the way.

I do not lay claim to any of the characters or Henry himself (as much as a girl can dream, right?), however all ideas, plot lines, original characters and writing is my own. I EXPRESSLY DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR ANY OF MY WORK TO BE COPIED OR REPOSTED. That shouldn’t have to be said and I hate doing it, but unfortunately, that is the world we live in.

Small key:

* means fluff ** means smut *** means dark smut, please heed warnings and tread lightly - All of my readers are female; being female, that is what I write best. So sorry to anyone looking for male/male! - All Henry photos are screencaps that the lovely @demivampirew took for me, and any other photos are stock photos found on the internet. I claim no ownership to any GIFs I’ve used either, all credit goes to the OG poster.

And now, onto the goodies!

~ No Mercy** - Henry’s girlfriend has a silent surprise in store for him at home. (Henry’s POV, fem!dom hinted switch)

~ Don’t Touch** - Henry receives a lesson on how his girl likes to be touched. (Henry’s POV, fem!dom)

~ Sucker** - Henry gives the reader an extra special birthday present. (First Person Reader, fem!dom switch, birthday gift for @luclittlepond)

~ Brat Tamer** - Henry teaches the reader a lesson in patience. (First Person Reader, male!dom) | Part Two |

~ I Miss You** - Henry and the reader have phone sex. (First Person Reader, Long-Distance Relationship, Angst)

~ The First Time*&** - A collection of Henry’s firsts with the reader. (First Person Reader, fluff)

~ I’m Glad You’re Here** - The reader takes care of Henry while he’s sick. (First Person Reader, a smidge of innuendo)

~ Day One*&** - A catalog of events on the day Henry’s kids are born. (First Person Reader, mostly fluff, some smut)

~ The Thirst is Real** - What happens when our own @littlefreya and Henry meet to discuss the happenings of Tumblr? (Third Person, smutty fluff, birthday present)

~ Please Don’t Leave Me* - The reader finally opens up about her past trauma with Henry. (First Person Reader, angst, fluff, birthday present)

Appreciation:

~ His Laugh* ~ Fire* ~ Have You Noticed?* ~ Elmo’s Got a Crush* ~ He Can Wear Anything* ~ Kissing* ~ Favorite Look* ~ Dear Henry*

Imagines/Drabbles:

~ Kal and His Pup* - Kal looks after Baby Cavill. ~ Piano Lesson* - You teach Henry a simple song on the piano. ~ Reassurance* - Henry comforts you. ~ Dancing* - Henry entertains you while you make dinner. ~ Jealous Justice** - Henry reminds you who you belong to. ~ Gym Pampering* - You give Henry a massage after leg day. ~ Horses* - Henry take your mind off things with a ride. ~ Quaran-tash* - You try to get Henry to get rid of his mustache. ~ Surfaces** - You and Henry test every spot in the house. ~ Prisoner** - Henry gives you oral. SONG DRABBLES: ~ Rock You Like a Hurricane - Two-sentence drabble based on the second stanza of the song. ~ Ride All Night - Henry takes the reader on a beach picnic for her birthday. ~ Sucker - Henry gives the reader an extra special birthday present. ~ Tenerife Sea - Henry answers an interviewer’s question about his fiance. ~ Rewrite the Stars - Henry and the reader have a tense moment. ~ Peer Pressure - Henry is edged by his girlfriend via a long distance phone call. ~ Hold My Girl - Henry consoles his pre-teen daughter. ~ The Sound of Silence - Henry takes a walk with Kal and thinks about his life. ~ All About That Bass - Henry and his girl have a bet at the gym.

~ Ground Sparring** - Syverson finds a worthy opponent in a wrestling match. (First Person Reader, OFC, Shower Sex) | Part 1 | Part 2 |

~ Sweater Weather** - Syverson and the Reader spend a weekend away in a cabin after he gets back from tour. (First Person Reader, Oral Sex, birthday gift for @cavillryarchive)

~ Weakness - After a fight, Syverson teaches his wife to mind. (First Person Reader, Tickle Fic)

Imagines/Drabbles:

~ Oral** ~ Lactation** ~ I Want to Watch You*&** SONG DRABBLES: ~ Trumpets - Syverson watches his wife get ready for bed. ~ Motivation - The reader helps Syverson cope with PTSD. ~ Toxic (Sir, Yes Sir) & Love is A Battlefield (That’s An Order) - The reader and Syverson have private thoughts about the other.

~ Revenge*&** - Walter gets revenge on his wife. (POV switch, First Person Reader, Tickle Fic)

~ Tomorrow (Walk Me Home)* - Walter gets home late from work and comforts his Little after she has a nightmare. (Walter Third Person POV, OFC, dd/lg)

SONG DRABBLES: ~ Closer (Miranda) - Walter frisks the reader. ~ Say Something - Walter has a difficult choice to make. ~ Walk Me Home (Tomorrow) - Walter gets home late from work and comforts his Little after she has a nightmare.

~ Who Do You Work For?*** - August is captured and tortured for information. (August’s POV, ffff/m fem!dom)

~ The Chair*** - An additional scene from Trapped, takes place after Part Seven. (First Person Reader)

~ The Hammer and The Widow** - August and Alanna spend the eve of the big heist battling for dominance. (Third Person Reader, fem!dom/male!dom switch)

~ Cover the Mirrors*** - Vampire!August has his sights set on new prey. (First Person Reader, OFC, DARK)

SONG DRABBLES: ~ A Man Alone - August watches his lover sleep. ~ Sexy and I Know It & Hungry Like the Wolf - August stalks a night club to find a snack. ~ Like A Virgin - August plays with his lover during aftercare. ~ Smooth Criminal (Mine) - August watches as his wife tortures and kills someone for sport. ~ Earned It (The Hammer and The Widow) - August and Alanna spend the eve of the big heist battling for dominance. ~ Summertime - August watches his lover and their newborn. ~ Chasing Cars - The reader muses about solar mythology and August. ~ Work From Home - The reader’s thoughts about August when he’s away.

~ Who’s in Charge?** - Napoleon discovers who is the alpha in his relationship. (Illya Kuryakin x Gabby Teller x Napoleon Solo, fem!dom, Third Person Reader)

~ Convenience** - Clark finds a place to sleep for the night. (POV switch, Third Person Reader, OFC, Angst)

SONG DRABBLES: ~ Blue Jeans (Convenience) - Clark finds a place to sleep for the night. ~ Wrecking Ball - Lana talks about her first boyfriend.

SONG DRABBLES:

~ When Doves Cry - Temperature play with Geralt. (First Person Reader drabble; smut)

~ Highway to Hell - Geralt watches a family have a picnic. (Third person drabble; Geralt’s POV; fluffy angst)

~ Toss a Coin to Your Witcher - Geralt allows Yen to have her way with him. (Third Person drabble; Geralt’s POV; fem!dom; smut)

~ Sexual Prowess** ~ Hogwarts House* ~ Ticklishness* ~ How They Tickle*&** ~ Kissing** ~ Handling a Breakup* ~ First Date* ~ Love Languages* ~ Greek Gods* ~ Necking**

~ 500 Event - Song Drabbles*&** ~ Sex Tips**

~ How I Got Started ~ Why Do I Write? ~ Ultimate Fantasy

~ Advice on Writing Smut ~ Where Do I get Inspiration? ~ Tips for Finding a Beta Writer ~ Building Relatable Characters Off Personal Experience ~ First, Second, and Third Person Usage ~ Different Types of Story Length

~ Raspberries* - @littlefreya - Henry Cavill takes his sweet time with you. (Second Person Reader, tickle fic)

~ Say It*&** - @thelastsock - Henry Cavill makes you beg, and you get revenge. (Second Person Reader, male!dom/fem!dom switch, tickle fic)

~ Be Still For Daddy*** - @brexrif - Geralt of Rivia throat-fucking filth. (Second Person Reader, male!dom, heavy smut)

~ Talented Tongue** & Heaven in Your Mouth** - @ladyreapermc - You and Henry take turns pleasuring each other. (Second Person Reader, oral sex)

#masterlist #fics

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kagayamasthighs · 4 years ago

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Hi! Welcome to Haikyuu!! Tumblr, I know you’re going to do great love! 💖 this is gonna be a thirst ask lol (or I guess headcanons if you want?) I always thought if Kuroo had a short s/o then he’d have a size kink, and if they’re a virgin then a corruption kink. Idk, something about the power dynamic 👀 but of course he’s still respectful and the king of aftercare because he loves you 😤

y o u ‘ r e m y k i n k

pairing: kuroo x reader

warnings: size kink, corruption kink, smut, sappy aftercare

a/n: aaaa i??? you are so sweet omg i hope you like how it came out!!!!! i love this so much for him i ended up writing a lot sdkfghgkdsghkfdlg

kuroo is honestly a little shocked at the amount of kinks he learned he had after he started dating you

he can’t tell if he’s just now discovering that he’s always had these kinks or if he has these kinks now because of you

to be honest it’s probably a little of both- like he’s inherently into them but he gets off on them even more because it’s ✨ y o u ✨

before you he’d never been with someone so much smaller than him and he quickly discovered just how much he loves the size difference

before you even do anything together he finds himself thinking of just how absolutely tiny your little body would look pinned underneath him

would it even be possible? would he break you?

the thought of you struggling to take him was seriously doing things to his head

even when the two of you are just cuddling he can’t help but marvel at just how his large hands dwarf your tiny frame.

on a softer note: when you hold hands???? he thinks how teeny tiny your hand looks and feels in his is the cutest he loves holding your hand so mUCH aaaaa

now his corruption kink he didn’t discover until right before the two of you had sex together for the first time

he’d known from the start that you were the less experienced one out of the two of you but seeing how precious and shy you were, your cute face flushed red as you confessed that it was your first time going this far with anyone?

saying that you trust him, that you’d only want to share your first time with him??????? shyly asking him to be gentle??????????

the trust you’re willing to put in him makes his heart so soft (but let’s be honest it makes the rest of him far from soft) vfgfdsGDFGJKGJDL why am i like thiS

knowing it’s your first time, he really wants to make it special for you so he spends a lot of time on foreplay

man is godly with his mouth like, ,, eating you out quickly becomes one of his favorite activities, even if you were hesitant to let him at first out of shyness

looking up from between your legs to see your flustered expression??? making you squirm???? he can’t get enough of it

his big hands would probably end up holding you in place

“Quit squirming, let me make you feel good...”

when he makes you cum for the first time his pupils blow wide as he watches you

the sweet little noises you fail miserably at holding back, the look on your face? knowing he’s the first person to see you like that makes it really hard for him to hold back from fucking you right there and then

Despite the fact that you haven’t even touched him yet he’s breathless, panting almost as he repositions himself so you’re beneath him, his hands braced on either side of your head caging you in against the mattress

“Baby, I don’t think I can hold back much longer... Can I? Is it really okay with you, having your first time be with me?”

when you bring your hand up to soothe the worried furrow of his brow he can’t help but lean into your touch, his heart racing when you tell him of course you’re okay with it being him— in fact it’s more than okay. you only want it to be with him it’s always been him

hearing you whimper about how big he is, wondering aloud ‘how is all of it gonna fit?’ makes him strain not to plunge himself inside you at once

he has to force himself to go slowly at first, his eyes flicking from your face to where the two of you are slowly being connected, he can’t decide what gets him going more

but you’re his baby, he knows he has to go slowly so he doesn’t overwhelm you. he’ll keep asking if you’re okay, if it hurts and keeps reminding you that if you want him to he’ll stop and he won’t be upset (very sweet i love him)

you’re just like??? embarrassed to say it out loud but you keep encouraging him, telling him you do want it, please tetsu

when he’s finally finally got his cock seated all the way inside you he shudders out a sigh, pressing a kiss to your lips before he asks if you’re okay.

with him all the way inside you it feels??? so full, almost uncomfortably full so words are?? kinda difficult at the moment so you just nod, managing to sputter out that you just need a second before he starts moving

while he waits for you to adjust he takes in the sight of you, relishing in your short shaky breaths and the cute reddish flush to your skin

he’d place one of his hands on your stomach putting the slightest bit of pressure so he can feel just how deep inside of you he is

after a few moments you give him the okay to move and it takes everything in him not to absolutely wreck you right away

the slow pace feels?? really good but he’ll probably end up edging you a couple times by mistake, making tears well up in your eyes which makes him panic a little

you have to reassure him that no, you don’t want him to stop like:

‘no please don’t stop i need you, i need more. please please please tetsu i need you to fuck me’

once he hears you beg for it like that all bets are off

with one hand he’s got this firm, almost bruising grip on your hips and with the other he’s rubbing quick circles over your clit as he rails you

he fucks you like this until you cum so many times you’re practically sobbing, he just can’t get enough of watching you come undone

tears running down your cheeks you beg him to cum inside of you, to make you his and it’s o v e r for him

he holds you close to his chest as he cums, murmuring sweet praise and encouragement into your ear

he’d roll the two of you over so you were laying on his chest and just? hold you for a little while as the two of you came down from your high

once he’s sure you’re good to be alone for a little bit he heads to the bathroom to run you a bath and get you a warm washcloth

when he returns he’s got the washcloth and a bottle of water for you to drink as he gets to work cleaning you up, murmuring praise and peppering your skin with kisses all the while

listen,,, post sex bath with kuroo

he’d insist on washing your hair for you just,,, massaging the shampoo into your scalp for you aaaaaaaa

holding you against his chest so the two of you are leaning back in the warm water, kissing any little marks and bruises he left with his mouth on your neck and shoulders

we stan kings who go all out with aftercare

#kuroo x reader #kuroo x reader smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu headcanons #min's writing #aftercare #corruption #size #i lov him #LOV HIMMMM #haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurō

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spicyfoodboi · 4 years ago

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KITA SHINSUKE WITH 25 PLEASE I AM BEGGING AND FLUFF😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I NEED FLUFFY UWU AND CONGRATSS FOR A YEAR BEING HEREE

I won't stop until I make you mine

Genre: fluffy fluff

A Shinsuke Kita x reader

Number 25, fighting for their love on the one-year prompt list

a/n: KITA KITA KITA! I've been thirsting on him yesterday and I couldn't resist doing him! I already have a fantasy AU for him so I'm getting ready to write for him so I'm kinda using this as a warm-up! Hope you guys enjoy it! Let's get started!

"Put your hand in mine, You know I want to be with you all the time~" you hummed under your breath while you cut some hearts out from the nori, placing it on the sticky rice of the onigiri. You continued to dance around your kitchen, placing the food in a cute bento box and secured it with a volleyball themed cloth you knew the inarizaki captain might like.

Kita shinsuke, captain of the volleyball team. He has his morals and rituals inside and outside school. Surprisingly, even though the students don't see him play in games much, they still respect and admire him for being a superb captain to the more famous miya twins and the pretty lazy Suna. Because of his hard work, girls swoon over his left and right, confessing their love to him more and more every week. But after listening to the certain girl's confession, he seems to reject them and say the same thing.

"I'm sorry but I'm waiting for someone else."

It hurt most girls, running and crying back inside the halls. Kita paid no mind because he knew it was the right move. He also knew it was also the right move to tell you about it, being childhood friends with him and all.

Being childhood friends with him is a blessing and a curse.

He trusted you more than most people since you knew how he was like. He never hid any secrets and made sure to tell you what’s going on with his day. In return, he would let you do the same.

That’s what friends do.

It's been months since you discovered that you've fallen for the black-haired tipped boy. You were planning to confess sooner but after hearing horror stories from the other girls, you've decided to put it off until you felt the time was right.

And you felt like the time was now.

You got to school a bit later than usual, the gym filled with shoes squeaking, people yelling and the ball slamming down and hitting the floor and the walls. You opened the door to see the team already warming up for a practice game, kita manning the group. You smiled and walked over to stand next to captain, waving at the others who noticed your presence. You take kita's hand and drag him out of the gym without warning, much to kita's silent protests. You stop at the entrance of the gym, closing the door for more privacy before pulling out the bento.

He looked at the cloth patterned with volleyballs before looking up to see your beet-red face. You took a deep breath, looked into the brown orbs that were swimming curiosity before finally letting him hear what you've been keeping in for months now.

"kita, I know you've been waiting for someone and I'm pretty sure it's not me but I've been keeping this in for a while now…" you took a deep breath, looking for any sign of disgust on his face before continuing. "I like you shinsuke. Not the kind of like childhood friends have. A kind of like that goes on to be love. And I know that I have to prove myself against your fans if you like me back, but I've heard from those same fans that you were waiting for someone else so…" you rambled on, pressing the bento box into his chest. "hope you finally get the person you're waiting for soon!" you finished, tears glistening in your eyes as you started to walk away.

But you didn't get to go.

You felt him grip your wrist. You looked back to see the kita you knew as stoic and calm, grinning happily, his cheeks dusted pink. "you have no idea how long I've waited just for you to say that." he said, his voice soft and made butterflies flutter around in your stomach.

He placed the bento in between the 2 of you, a silent sign for you to hold onto your homemade treat too. He leaned down and pressed his soft lips against yours.

Looks like he made you, his.

Woooo!! I enjoyed this request so much! Hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I had. Don't forget that requests are open so please don't be shy to leave more in my ask box! Love yall 💕❤💞💖

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#bea's one year celebration #bea's one year celebration: kita #haikyuu x reader #kita x reader #shinsuke kita x reader

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seb-owns-these-tatas · 5 years ago

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Chapter 14 (Witcher of the Night)

THIS IS MODERN ERA READER WHO WOKE UP IN THE DIMENSION OF THE WITCHER.

UPDATES FOR WITCHER OF THE NIGHT WILL BE PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY NOW IN MY TIME (GMT +8)

CHAPTER 13.1 (PREVIOUS CHAPTER)

WITCHER OF THE NIGHT MASTERLIST

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: NSFW. 18+ Geralt tried his best to resist. With Destiny sitting on her throne, utterly anticipating for how the witcher would react to your rut. She won the game this time because Geralt of Rivia was a lone man who couldn't say no to a woman who was thirsty for what the Djinn has held her in, especially when this woman was you.

Warnings: Size kink? Cockwarming? Insecure reader. Unprotected sex but no worries because it's Geralt? The long awaited smut. Smol tittie reader? (Respect to the big tittie committee, please do donate some to us!) Frustrated Geralt and reader. Wet Geralt? He's in the tub okay! 😂💕 Loss of virginity. NSFW. 18+. Explicit words. They’re both in a rut on this one. This is basically just smut before the plot shifts.

Words: 7.8k

A/N: STARTED FROM THE BOTTOM NOW WE HERE 😎 GET WRECKED, MIDGET! Also, SCREAM FOR ME, BB'S! I know y'all are waiting for this moment to shine! xD I've realized that the next smut after this is more explicit than Chapter 14. So, get ready for that as well. Most GIF’s are from (demivampirew) 💕

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Geralt's touches nearly pacified the scathing heat surging through your body. Your head that was nuzzling in between his neck helps soothe the pain. Howbeit, with Geralt; he was feeling rather tormented especially when the simple intimacy was winding the witcher up in a very hellish way.

The tip of your nose brushing against that part of his neck that had him turning rigid was driving him insane. Just your nose perched in the curvatures of his neck made the tent even more bigger, thoroughly agrestal and waiting to be unshackled from its pound.

Your satisfied sighs, breath that brushed and tickled his skin had received a deep timbre of warning from the man whom you were precariously desiring for. The way your breath touched his skin made his jaw clench so tight as he brought you up stairs, surrounding you in his rugged arms that you also wanted to kiss, wondering how strong it looks like once he was disrobed.

You never had seen Geralt in the raw. The way his clothes strains on top of his Herculean body was enough vision that he was utterly jacked; shredded and a man whom made your reticence plummet down the sewers like it has never been there before, the sexual longing and curiosity filling the void of lechery that has been furtively hidden and was now growing in absolute masses because of how one man can ruin that sobriety you have been holding dear.

When you were gently dropped down to your feet, torrid kisses and passionate touches were expected; but the way he'd stepped away to tell you that you needed a bath to take the heat away had your head turning hotter from how he wasn't dealing with your ache just like the way you wanted him to.

It was better if he joined, you asked him that but his silence was enough of an answer that he wouldn't despite of how you've noticed the wolf that rested in between his leather pants, waiting to be released from its cage and find relief in between that hollow cave you've been dying to be visited at.

"Midget..." the white haired witcher was belligerent as he seethed, giving you a frown because of how uncooperative you were becoming; turning hostile as much as you can get.

Geralt took a step closer, his actions appearing to be quite the contrary of his words when he'd tried to grab onto the hem of your sweater before you immediately jerked away; maddened for your wishes to be dismissed like he wasn't feeling the same way. You were desperate now. You understood and knew what relief that the pain needed to take.

"Stop touching me! I'm not going to undress myself in front of you, Geralt! I want you! Not a bath!" you loudly snapped, voice definitely ear-piercing by how you wanted to be followed; shaking the tranquil night away from your antagonism.

The way you've jerked away from him had dropped down more frustration to himself and to you as well. You've wanted nothing but to be in his arms, kissing him, touching anywhere you haven't touched, exploring the deepest depths of him that you haven't discovered. Geralt lowly groaned, his mouth in a tight lour that simply tells you he was utmost pissed-off from your resistance.

"Cease the mulish act even just for tonight!" he barked rather furiously, teeth gritted together with his eyebrows tightly curved in a way that alarmed you that he seemed to also be in pain; struggling with the appetite he seemed to be famished with, the cravings he desired standing before him whom also had the same wishes in her mind.

"Oh! now, I'm the one stubborn?! Why don't you do it for yourself too, Mr. stubborn-pants!? Why don’t you cease the mulish act even just for tonight, huh?!" you sent a snark, glaring back at the infuriated witcher. His eyes were burning in aggravation and midnight, dilated in a process of telling you he was in mania. Carnal manias. Geralt emitted a feral growl; in distress for himself, what was happening to him and also to your inflexible decisions.

"---and also cease the fucking crabbiness!" he snarled out loud.

The heat stirring below your belly wasn't helping his exasperation towards the situation at hand. His enraged demeanor stirring a strong prurient desire that sat between your legs, making you cross them together as you've continued your narks; trying to get under his skin. Literally or figuratively.

Your nose was flaring and so was his, emotions riling up your mind as you truthfully snapped the grudging feelings out in the open; freely for Geralt to hear and react upon.

"Stop caring like you're actually fond of me when you're not!"

"You're in pain!" the white haired witcher was quick to bark, hands on his sides and tightening them into tight fists as he mindlessly raked your ungraceful form; dilated pupils and your legs crossed like the heat was starting to pool down your pants. You were aroused alright.

Hence, Geralt knew that, sensed that. He could smell you from afar and the scent that naturally dripped from you was far more better than the Lemon and Peony he'd been thoroughly accustomed with.

It was heating him up; a lot more than he ever felt, if that was even possible.

You've given him a black look, teeth clenched together as you were hopping mad. The words that came out of your mouth seeming to be a sudden slip of your tongue.

"It's all your genie's fault and I'm blaming the Djinn again for even letting me fall for you hard because apparently, in your oh-so-silent witcher perspective; all that I’m feeling had magical or supernatural explanations! Thank you for letting me realize that, sir! I really needed that subtle rejection!"

The witcher blinked, his stance thoroughly livid. Back tense and piping warm as his heated gaze was solely on your enraged, elfin self. Your candor stirring and kindling with the fire that was sipping through his veins, wanting nothing but to strafe your lips with passionate kisses he'd fantasized about, exploring fascinating chasms and cavities that has never been traversed yet.

You were hot under the collar, completely seething as you've given him the most nasty lour you could. Still, being pigheaded from what you wanted, trying to furiously explain to him that you needed a different kind of relief that involved intercourse and not a lame bath. He couldn't help but try to soothe his displeasure by fluttering his amber eyes shut, controlled breathing slipping through his flaring nose as he lowly seethed.

"You need to calm down!---Stop shouting."

Your indignant self was awakening something barbarous within him, violently rousing the thirst that has been there from the start and he was certain that if you push harder, he may never be able to control.

Not anymore.

Severe profanities tripped out of your tongue, the profound sensations and feelings consuming you too much; more so difficult to handle as the clock ticks by with Geralt who stood maddened and raging with such desire that he appeared to be in denial about. His glowing amber eyes piercing through the piety of your soul, begging nothing but to corrupt you in any way despite of his refusal to accept.

"Don't go all alpha-shit on me, Geralt! I'm shouting because I'm in pain! I'm fucking frustrated, sad, weirdly thrilled, very infuriated because of your foolishness and I don't even know the fuck why!"

Your sudden impiety had the witcher cocking his head to the side, feeling his leather pants grow tighter by how you've spat those words with such a harsh tone when he shouldn't be feeling things by being cursed back by a midget who he'd seen to be vindicated and a little bit demented for his sanity.

"I know you're in pain!" Geralt fumed, heavily swallowing the discomfort from his thrilled, angered excitement for what was about to come.

You've growled, sounding rather a bit dinky for the latter like a kitten who was livid and trying to scratch a big dog. If you were trying to be intimidating, then it was totally a failure because it only got him more charmed than he ever was before.

"You don't know that, Geralt! Because, it's not happening to you!"

He angrily shook his head, heavily marching to where you stood till he was looming before you like a lion to its prey, utterly intimidating as his gaze was smoldering your core. The dampness of your panties making you wary of Geralt's effect on you when he isn't even doing anything but be mad. It was nutty to even feel aroused from his lambasting; getting thrilled and excited by his livid state? You were probably going bonkers.

"It is!" the enraged, white haired witcher roared, peering down at you as your feet ceaselessly stepped backwards till your spine hit a wooden; storage cabinet that was a lot higher than you, he trapped you in between his presence and the cabinet. Nonetheless, still galvanized for his fit of pique.

You were spitting false assumptions to his face because you never know what forbidding and rapturous sensations you were giving him. Hence, it was like you both were sharing each other's anger and frustrations. Your breath hitched when his abrasive, thick fingers caught your hips as he thoroughly hunched down to your level. The haze in his Aurum eyes making you catch a breath as a spark of flame utterly triggered the enthusiasm.

"I can feel what you feel and it's driving me fucking insane!"

Before you even know it, his rough padded fingers brushed onto your heated skin; oblivious of his ardent fingers that has slipped under your sweater, swiftly hauling you on top of the cabinet with ease as it felt a loud thud from his abrupt, hurried gestures.

"Geralt!" you loudly shrieked when he carried you; eyes bulging out of its eye sockets, not due to fear but utmost jubilant that you were ceasing yourself from grinning back at the glaring witcher because your carnal self was loving where the crossness was heading. Yet, you still chose to kindle with the raging fire that he had in him, stirring the witcher up more than you could ever do; bringing it out of him for you to succeed.

"That's bullshit! What are we? soulmates? a freakin' soulmate AU? Feeling what I feel like our hearts are connected? Some fantasy fanfic where you magically become my destiny when I somehow teleported in your world?!"

You were now in-level with him; close enough, but he still had the leverage to look down on your face. The gaze in his eyes intensified, to the point that it was telling you how much he wanted to ravish you in so many ways.

With the way how you were smart mouthing him and the desperation in your sentences was working him up more than how those women in the brothels do. Just one word from you could wind him up in sinful ways.

Geralt tightly kept his pretty mouth shut, his gaze too penetrating as you could feel your heat twitching and moist to the point that you were soaking in ways you've never known it would despite of how you've not used your fingers in this one. Which explains how Geralt's presence was too overwhelming for a midget's heart and vagina.

Your words were obviously a conflict to how you've uncorked the lock of your legs, slightly unfastening them open till Geralt took a brooding step close to fill in the gap. The proximity rather fatal for your palpitating heart and raging fire that surrounded you both.

His fingers teased and witlessly glided along your imperfectly pouched belly, making you softly gasp from his touches as you've both shared heaving breaths. Your eyes connected with his in a way that got you wanting to hyperventilate from the choking tension you both have given to each other. You couldn't help yourself but shiver from Geralt's languid thumbs that brushed along the tubby curvatures of your waist; along the parts that has given you self-doubt because it was a body flaw that was quite difficult to erase.

Your mind wasn't thinking straight. It was in a whirlwind that no any other man could give with only his eyes staring straight into your soul. Tantalizing, wild and unchaste. The small stumble of words was enough to give Geralt the upper hand, knowing that only one touch was enough to make you feel like jello as he stood in between those unlatched legs of yours, waiting to be taken in any way that won't make you form any coherent words nor make you remember your own name.

"Stop...stop staring at me like that. You don't even like me that deep; for you to know what I'm feeling right now,"

You've avoided looking at him in the eye, your abashed state still passing through every now and then because it was what makes you, yourself. The timorous tone of your voice sounded titillating in the witcher's perspective as it stirred him up even more, wanting and urgently waiting to be free from the leather constrains that his pants locked him in.

His tender, teasing touches heightened your senses as it was the only thing you focus on as it brushed against your skin like a pencil to its paper, light and delicate. You were heedless of his other hand that moved under your sweater, his rough thumb and index finger giving you a spark of tingles when he'd lightly held your chin, ushering you to stare into his glowing amber eyes that captured your heart since the night he saved you.

The dimples of his nose caressed your plump cheeks, nuzzling the side of your face that gave such delectation of shivers through your spine; his breath was warm and impending as it fanned your ear, turning your body stiff as he gravelly whispered so closely to your ear.

"You don't get to decide nor tell me that you know what I'm feeling when you're uncertain of the verity," he apprised, taking a brief pause as you could feel the tickling tip of Geralt's nose nestling between the back of your ear, ponderously breathing in your scent that makes him feel like he was in paradise.

You could feel your heart thumping out of your chest, the hurried heartbeat of your heart ringing in your ears as it felt like molten lava pouring down on you both when Geralt seem to finally give in to your wishes.

He was a man, an amorous one, indeed. Hence, a tiny woman whom he was smitten with? Begging for a nooky? Well, why would he even be too obstinate to reject such bliss?

Your eyes immediately fluttered closed, teeth biting the insides of your cheeks as you were utterly thrilled. The voices who had been whispering inside your head has died down from the moment you both have shared the peeve out of the boiling kettle. Breathing turned erratic, thoughts quickly moving down south as Geralt heavily breathed against your ear.

You knew you were done for when he'd fondled with the hem of your sweater; those thick, sleek fingers of his, slithering higher and higher till you could never think straight; towards a place no one has ever did just yet and you were gladly letting him explore you in places you have never been touched.

His name clouded inside your head like a bell ringing from a church. Geralt's comforting warmth seething through your senses as you've felt him plant one soft kiss on the back of your ear, igniting a sensual whimper out of you that got him heavily breathing. The witcher's mind pooling with debauched thoughts for you.

And so, he let the palpable sensations control him for once; maybe not once, if he was given the chance again, letting his emotions get the best of him as he finally let go and like a warning, he rasped; "---you are asking a lot from me that not any other person could seek for a witcher,"

"---Yet, here I am; standing before you, succumbing to your wishes and trying to think of ways to help you overcome your struggles despite of knowing the repercussions, midget."

Based on how he'd let his gorgeous head fall in between the crevice of your neck, tempestuously giving your skin starved, open mouth kisses; those adorable fangs you've adored having its way as it was giving your neck a delicate bite every once in a while, you knew you were in for a delightful night.

The Djinny-Djinn-Djinn would surely be worth it.

Warm water pooled just below the lower parts of your bodies. Bare bodies submerged beneath till it stopped before your chests. Awning whatever it is that was needed to be sheltered. The abrupt reserved demeanor dawning on you every now and then when you were reminded why you've acted the way you were before, like a desperate animal that was needed breeding. But, the pain that stung in your chest was enough reminder that it was a needed reason for Geralt to just do it.

You have covertly imagined how Geralt would be crafted. Heedful to be expecting a brobdingnagian man molded like one of Michael Angelo's fine pieces or a painting made by Vincent Vann Gogh; utterly a prepossessing sight which needed to be reminded for yourself that you still needed to breathe.

Geralt of Rivia's birthday suit could wholly take a woman or man's breath away; you were gawking and he'd caught your sly peepers, gaping at the lofty man who was undressing while you sat in the end of the tub has got him humming in interest.

The vision of himself who was stripping his clothes off brought you in hell and also in heaven. He had his back turned away as he peeled his black tunic off him in one go; the gesture sucking all of your breath in your lungs, giving you a harsh whiplash when you've seen his wide shoulders and his sinewy upper body in the flesh, your heat pulsing with just the image of the witcher who was shedding his clothes off in idle; the zeal growing much more impatient as minutes pass by.

You were going to get wrecked tonight.

Your faint clearing of your throat resonated in the room when you've seen his fingers move through the front of his pantaloons, never wanting to snap your head away because seeing him strip fascinates you in so many ways; marveling at the sight of his chiseled, stark naked form. Your alter ego asking God how he was perfectly imperfect with those disfigurements that has wallowed up his fiborous back.

It was a wide-reaching scar; like a Megalodon shark has sunk its teeth along his shoulders and ribs. The mark made you give him another once over before he pulled his pants down straight off, making you snap your head away due to the blush that wanted to burn your face. Your fingers itched, in a way that it was pleading for you to brush your soft fingers against the scars that obviously appeared to be painful. You couldn't help but gnaw on your lower lip because of the despairing feeling that suddenly crept up your chest from how he was thoroughly scarred, imagining what happened to the witcher when he had it.

You were weak-kneed. The batter of bath water slightly swaying you when he'd finally walked in the tub. But, your shyness was simply manhandled by the witcher himself when you've heard him hum in amusement, a small grin curving his luscious lips when you seemed to be stilled from hearing him sitting beside you. Those buff arms on either side as you could feel his ardent gaze on you, forbearing your abrupt timidness that you were slowly trying to process the idea that he was bathing together with you, thoroughly stark naked as you were also the same way.

Geralt was silently hoping you weren't thinking about leaving him alone after all of that, bearing with his raging boner has been quite a torture.

It took minutes after before he literally hauled you over his thick, slightly unlatched, brawny legs. You were tormenting him in ways he could never imagine as his hardened girth twitched under the warm water. There was a bashful squeal that erupted out of you when you were manhandled by the strong witcher, sitting you in front of him as you were greeted with his hirsute chest that gave your cunt a thump. He was also welcomed by your perky, right-sized breasts and a glowing cicatrix with the image of his medallion that rested in between the valley of your chest; while his, shone beneath the moonlight seeping through the opened windows.

Your diffident self was immediately forgotten with just one touch of Geralt's fingers brushing over your mark. The scorching heat now seemed to be blistering with one thing in both of your minds.

Coition.

"Thought you had other ways to help me?" you skittishly questioned in between torrid, passionate kisses you were sharing with him. Those calloused fingers of his rested and raked behind your nape, eager fingers slipping through your locks as yours fell on his thatch of hair on his prominent, wide chest; tenderly caressing over the medallion he wore.

Only a low, hoarse and short grunt was said. The way his mouth moved and brushed along the soft pillows of your lips was utterly enticing, perfectly molding against yours in a fervid way. His warm, febrile tongue slipping inside your mouth of its own volition; making you catch your breath as he'd lapped your stilled tongue. His vigor seeming to be over the top as you tried leveling with his fervor as well.

His torrid kisses was enough to make you forget your own name. What more if he was finally pummeling inside of you?

"I do." Geralt gruffly murmured, his succulent lips trailing from your side of your lips before you've took his face in between your palms, urging his vermillion to give you more passionate kisses that you were greedy for.

He'd willingly gave you another, his lips falling in between yours as you've given him another scalding smooch that unconsciously made you mewl when you've felt the tip of his tongue brushing against your lips and teeth. An unconscious nibble of his lower lip got the witcher growling beneath his chest, his other hand tightening around your hip while the one raking behind your hair, pushing your face further to his. Those simple touches making you struggle for breath; momentarily breaking away to look into those diluted, darkened amber eyes.

"Doesn't seem like it, Rivia. You're falling for the bard's suggestion," you grinned like a Cheshire cat, heaving breaths as you sat on his lap. Your forehead delicately falling on his temple when you've licked your swollen vermillion from all the bites it took.

His hot breath fanned your lips, nails tenderly scratching along the skin of your nape as he ceased his ministrations to admire the small, naked woman in his arms. He never imagined for this to happen so quick; like it was even meant to be because of how right it felt. Geralt was sure you'd be all faint-hearted once the effects of your scar dies down; if it ever would. Then, you were back with your abashed self; entirely blushing to even realize that he had finally bed you all night.

As long as you could remember everything. He was alright.

Your heart was palpitating; feeling overwrought for the words that wants to be frankly said. You beseeched, "I also thought---you...you didn't want me?---"

You've fidgeted with the medallion that rested upon his chest, his hand on your hips leaving to take your chin to cease you from saying anything further as he slightly moved his face away from yours. His features soft and understanding, "I didn't say that. Never. " pause. "---you are certainly unaware of how much I want you, midget. Too much that it's frightening and utmost perilous,"

Those lips of his that you've been kissing simply lifted into a small beam, making your heart flutter and feel ways that you could never fathom. You carry a torch for those scars that laid upon his face. Some were miniscule, difficult to notice unless you were staring up close and some were deep that probably held some menacing experiences.

Your delicate fingers glided down the pockmark he had that rested on the side of his ribs. The wonders in your head being filled by the experience your hand can get. Geralt let you, his scars never fazing him nor you as well. Just a touch for your curiosity to be quenched.

You've heard him inhale a deep breath, the simple action making his chest vibrate beneath your fingers as another hum slipped past through. Both hands grabbed onto your hip, ushering you closer to him in a proximity that weakened your legs. His hardened cock; feeling it veiny, protruding and thick, resting in between your damp folds that made your breath hitch as you've finally felt how he was gifted within his pantaloons.

Hence, it made you bite the insides of your cheeks. A question inside your mind as to how it would fit inside your damn vagina.

Geralt noticed you stuck in a daydream that he ought to withdraw yourself from, you've felt his breath glazing along your collarbone, languidly puckering his pillowy lips along your skin with every pass of his breath. The honeyed sound that leaves his lips whenever he pecked, sending jolts of heat up your spine as he took his wondrous time to worship the body you somehow have been insecure about.

He knew your low self-esteem; probably even have his own issues as well so that was why he could understand. If he would focus on how you've tried covering yourself up when he firstly sat in the tub, those eyes of yours demanding for him to not be ashamed of what sat in front of him. Geralt instantly knew and the white haired witcher planned to glorify all night, if you'd let him.

"That scent. Hmm. Your tangy scent makes me forget of what and who I really am," the latter roughly whispered, his lips on your skin; savoring your salty, sugary and rich taste against his tongue as he brushed his lips through the depths of your chest, ending in that glowing Cicatrix that made you audibly gasp before his sweet lips.

"Geralt---" you salaciously and softly whimpered, his name sounding raunchy when you did so. Irritable pain punctured through the symbol, like a spear being stabbed through your chest for a hundred times with no explanations why it was making you suffer like this, "The pain---It's not helping---It's just turning worse---I can't take it anymore,"

As the pain tripled, Geralt halted his smooth kisses that he'd wanted to give on the mount of your perky breasts. Your eyes demanding for him to satiate each other's cravings, aggressively, passionately or whatever could quench the lust. You were begging.

"Take me," you've raised your hands and grabbed onto the side of his pretty, white head. Peepers dazed and overflowing with obscurity, "---Claim me. Over and over, I don't care. Just take the heat and pain away,"

Geralt of Rivia was no angel nor any knight that honored the dignity of one deprived woman. He was a hunger-stricken man who yearned for all of what you could offer and if he had the chance to honor your chastity to be corrupted by the witcher himself; he wholeheartedly would.

That was what he would just do. Corrupt you in so many ways till his hunger would be sated. But, he doubted it would be slaked.

From the moment you were in pain and also pleading to be ravished, it didn't take him two darn seconds to continue his onslaught on peppering your breasts with searing kisses that gave you a shiver, his wet tongue hiking down a trail around your areolas before taking your nub in his god-forsaken mouth, suckling on your nipples like a starving man.

"U-Ugh, shit." you've quietly moaned in the back of your throat as you’ve taken a sharp intake of breath, utterly lewd for anyone to hear as you held onto Geralt's wide, muscular shoulders; giving them a gentle squeeze while your eyes fluttered in exstacy. The image of him who suckled your teat was utmost impure for your once chastised thoughts.

A moaning mess was what you've become, the slight hitches of your mouth whenever he'd licked your nub after his rough suckling made his stone hard girth twitch beneath you. One shift of your hips was enough for the witcher to be grumbling a grunt from the action that has made his cock feel your moistened heat which started to grind onto him mindlessly.

"Geralt," you've whined in the back of your throat as your hips moved in its own accord, his thick girth that rested in between your cunt being rubbed by its own and you were stroking in a way that could get the little nub finding the release it wanted.

He was sucking through your neck, making you whimper as his thick, calloused fingers went straight to knead at your teat that needed attention, his hands seeming to be larger than your breasts but he certainly didn't mind as he was loving the feeling of them that rested beneath his palms. Geralt lowly grunted beneath your ear, sucking on a spot that got you sighing as another lewd plaint slipped between your lips, mouth slightly opening. The coil starting to build up in between your heat.

His fingers ceased you from continuing so, making you whine in complaint as you were already feeling an orgasm approaching. Though, he may want you gushing around his girth and not through bathwater or humping him in the middle of the tub.

The hunk of a witcher passionately kissed you one more time, fervently devouring your lips like he would chump them for his sate. You weakly moaned in between his assaulting lips, tightly shutting your eyes closed as you feel euphoria surround yourselves by whatever natural deed that was happening from the both of you.

He grabbed onto the base of his reddened, swollen cock; lining the bulbous head on your seeping entrance. The water from the bath and your position would probably help you for your first time. Geralt went on in kissing you, never breaking apart as he'd dragged his leaking tip to your wet mound and throbbing clit, flicking his tongue inside of your mouth as he'd lowly hummed out of his chest, vibrating your breasts as it was closely rested together with his, sending ripples through your soul.

His girth pressed along the insides of your heated cunt before ceasing on your entrance, it took only one tight grope of Geralt's hair for him to deeply groan, letting him take control and delve inside, his size ginormous filling every depth and fissure that ignited a kittenish moan which certainly made him whimper once he was abnormally tightly snuggled inside.

Geralt felt like he was over the moon; your grip bringing himself into a delirium that made his mind shake, choking in his own breath when all he could ever think of was you, alone. Y/N. His midget. The way your mouth tasted. Your warmth. A solace that only you could give. More, he wanted and more of you he would take.

You hold him like a vice; your mound choking his girth from how delightful you felt around him. The idea of being sexually connected with Geralt in this way was totally a different feeling, bringing you in rhapsodies of pleasure that you didn't know existed in your life.

He was fully sheathed inside before you even know it. Too distracted by his kisses that you don't feel any ache from being filled to the brim; expecting the unexpected from that experience. His hardened cock that has slithered inside you felt uncomfortable at first, though it seemed to have no problem with slipping in because you were too aroused and wet. Good. Geralt didn't want you feeling anymore pain and only hoped for your pleasure.

You've took your time to adjust, wiggling your hips every now and then; making you slightly wince because it had a pinch of ache when you tried to move. So much for feeling no pain. Your squirming got the witcher humming in displeasure; speechless and observant of what you were feeling. Geralt patiently waited despite of the howling feeling inside his chest; wanting nothing but to begin his corrupting, yet he respected your adjustments. Both of you were throbbing in each other's hold, before you've shakily got on your position, firmly on your knees, hands on either side of his shoulders as he was intensely staring into your eyes; all darkened, piercing and libidinous like a hawk while he waited for your next move.

Your hips got the best of you, wantonly stroking in a way that made the both of you whimper in sheer gratification for trying to get comfortable with the way he fits inside of you. The way you'd slowly lift yourself up before tormentingly coming back down, his jutting veins that rubbed you in the right way as your mouth went ajar when his length and size stretched you in pure exaltation.

Geralt's focal point was on you and your mound that choked and clasped around him, intently eyeing how your face contorted in such rapture that got him adoring the coltish mewl that emitted out of you, the way you've concentrated at the blurry image of his meaty girth that has been swallowed by your pulsing heat, he knew he would beg for another round.

Your wanton pace was torturing him; more so than hunting a beast in the continent that was difficult to find. He hoarsely groaned in the back of his throat, doing his very best to not turn you around and have his way with you. You bit your lip out of loving how he filled you to the rim, uttering out another weak, sensual moan that got the witcher feeling the pining rather agonizing while he silently watched you take your time.

But, he couldn't take it anymore. He was close to sputtering out profanities from how it was growing more intolerable as minutes go by.

"Fuck." he suddenly spat, sounding like a throaty whimper as you languidly sunk back into his twitching girth for a couple more times, his amber eyes blazing with the need to brutally ravish.

"---You are planning to give me an early death,"

Which got the witcher abruptly grabbing onto your waist, pulling himself out of you as you were suddenly turned around in the bath, your back hitting the edge of the tub as you loudly shrieked, whining for the lack of being filled thereof and also for the slight pain that his prompt actions got you.

"Well, that...that hurt." you honestly whined at the witcher, curious peepers gazing up at him as he moved in front of you, his fingers taking in your knees as he spread them widely apart. The water splurging around you as he'd move, seemingly fascinating to see how largely built his body was, before feeling his robust fingers on your waist, pulling you closer to his body; your back slightly slanted before gasping when he'd fervently entered, starting to consume you again and again.

"N-Nevermind. The pain--Ugh, probably's---Ugh, fuck! Geralt!---worth it," have been coyly moaned out loud, your face scrunched out in utter ecstacy as Geralt began to avidly pummel inside you, his girth violently ravishing your soaking mound with sharp thrusts of his hips.

His body was making you feel tiny compare to his gargantuan built. The way he situated himself above you, a hand tightly clasped onto your pinguid hip while the other rested on your side, his sweaty and earthy scent choking you as he drove you instantly to heaven.

The rousing sounds of his low grunts and hushed whimpers was enough to take you on edge. You've never...ever can tell how it was music to your ears as it also does the same to Geralt, your moans and mewls were bringing him to utopia, his heavy weight thoroughly crushing your bones apart no matter how he was helping himself up.

You didn't know you had a kink where you've wanted his body crushing you down; apparently, it was a new fact that you knew would instigate the fire and excitement. A size kink, then.

He went on with his ceaseless, wild, hammering of his girth. Your arms closely embracing him tight in a way that tells him you didn't want to let go; only wanting him to surround you in his warmth forever. Your palms gliding down his wide back till you've brushed your fingers along his own scar that you've handled oh-so-delicately, urging Geralt to utter a lewd audible grunt. He was congenial to your mushy touches; new to the gentleness he was receiving rather than ruthless force.

Thusly, it was entirely spiffing as it came with the freedom of impaling you till you were thrashing against his arms.

Your orgasm was quickly building up as you clenched around him, feeling his lips giving your neck wet, open mouthed kisses as he deeply whimpered. All-consuming changing his strokes as he pummeled yet again, holding onto your legs to surround himself better as he thrust brutishly, hitting a spot that loudly made you gasp, curving your spine as your breasts brushed against his fleecy chest, his medallion seeming to be in contrast to the heat that your mark has been giving.

This was what the voices inside your head wanted. The question is, why? For what reason?

"Geralt!" Your mouth was scrunched in pleasure, eyebrows furrowed together in a frenzy as you gripped onto Geralt's hair a little more tighter than you intended to, earning a low murmur of your nickname as he deathlessly shove and shove his hips, reaching you both in a place that'll give you what you needed and wanted.

A mind-wrecking orgasm.

One last drive of his hips, hitting the spot that uncoiled the havoc burning down below. You've seen the stars, maybe even the whole universe as you've obscenely moaned out with your mouth ajar, your orgasm making your eyes roll at the back of your head as you shuddered against his hold. Though, Geralt didn't stop there when you've continued to milk him whole. The swashing of bath water resonating the whole room and your amatory whimpers of delight came with his as he tries to reach his peak.

His thrusts turned sloppy and you knew he was close to coming. Your body was writhing against his, your cunt utterly sensitive as he nailed you over and over with his mouth-watering girth. Your body squirmed below him, moaning his name like a chant as it was the only word you could ever form.

You could feel another burst of bliss that spread through you as Geralt took one last sloppy thrust to your mound, lately realizing that he had slipped a hand between you both, urging you into another orgasm as he flicked and rubbed your clit; your second orgasm letting you emit a rather loud, noisy moan that would get any porn star shunning away because of how sensuous it sounded.

That last moan really got the witcher spewing out his load inside of you, also sending a witless guttural grunt when he came after you, ceasing once he rode out the orgasm with several sloppy thrusts before you've feebly and shakily reach out to grab onto the side of his sweaty and wet face as he slowly came to a stop, ushering him to look at you.

You've felt his come spread through you, summery and utterly pleasurable for the glow of your Cicatrix to be twinkling against the candle light. You were trying to catch your breath as Geralt also does to do so.

Your half-lidded eyes met his still diluted ones, the glow inside of it thoroughly comforting to your debauched form. The afterglow of sex making you feel spent but slightly quelled from your carnal gluttony.

You could feel his breathing turn even in less than a minute; the vulgar act washing away from how quick he seemed to got a hold of himself as your fingers brush against his temples, delicately wiping away the drop of sweat with your finger as the simple gesture was enough to make Geralt lean onto your touch.

He'd slightly turned his head, his nose nuzzling against your cheeks as this newfangled closeness was making him feel relaxed than he can ever get; having such a type of blessed peace that he may never imagine it to be, "Don’t worry," he huskily reassured, his thick fingers unclasping the hold he had on your waist, leaving a slight bruise that you obviously didn't mind.

You've heard the water splurge, his fingers lightly grasping your chin, turning you to look into his earnest eyes that was filled with sudden pique within it, "I'm---" his whole explanation was quickly cut off with a coaxing, soft tone of yours; doleful of what he wanted say.

"Shhh. I-I know,"

A breathless, depleted midget laid beneath the witcher. His soft cock still inside your sensitive mound but paid no heed as you warmed him up. His face etched of bliss, though it appeared emotionless. Well, what man would be glum when he had a lay?

Geralt contemplated whether or not to pull out of you as he'd raked your naked body that stowed beneath him, those divine looking bites that rested upon your neck and even on your chest when he'd worship your body that no one ever had. Even so, he wasn't satisfied. Well, when did the witcher even been?

"Hmm." he fascinatingly hummed, eyes burning your skin as you watched him admire your midget of a body that he somehow find utterly exquisite.

His enthralling amber landed on yours, his eyes darkening as it was keen for more. More he wanted to take and have because of the ravenous hunger utterly palpable. The Cicatrix that was engraved on the valley of your breast still gleaming beneath the candle light; his impassioned self seeming to be shared with you as the cravings were still there, strong and unwavering.

"I may need you one more time, midget." he roughly admitted, the tine of his nose brushing against yours in a sweet caress.

The latter has his eyes fluttered closed as he sighed, his salmon colored lips dangerously close to your swollen ones as he continued to rasp, "---or maybe all night," he leaned in close to leave a soft peck to your lips that he couldn't get enough with.

"---and the weeks after,"

He consumed your lips once again, zealously keeping the sweltering heat going as he breathlessly snogged with you. Those needy fingers of his snaking to grip along the side of your neck; his kisses growing impatient and demanding as the sound of your lips smacking together was the only thing running in your mind, the urgency quickly building up again like it never even left.

The way he began to torridly kiss you felt like you were struggling to breath. His desire in having you again feverishly lighting you up as you've instantaneously break the kiss, panting before him as he chased for your lips before you had a finger laid between them, your face in flames while you got flustered, those rough fingers ceasing from kneading your taut breast on his other hand, "Maybe---maybe, a bed is nice to be ravished on? you know, with a mattress or something soft?"

You were completely flushed. Nose scrunched as you felt your heart pounding; waiting for his answer to your suggestion. Your mind was scolding you all through out as he held his silence, aware of his semi hard on that seemed to never want to leave your cunt as he tried and hinted for another nightly ravishing between you both.

Never in your life; even back in earth that you would actually get to experience sex in the making. The idea of you and another man going at it disturbing you before because you were worried they would despise your body and how you actually looked like, entirely bare. Yet, here you were, having your virginity taken by an attractive, hot mutant who slaughters beasts for a living in their dimension.

Fortunately, you were lucky in this department because of how magically you've met him and how gloriously you've been dicked down.

You wouldn't get to forget this once the effects of the Cicatrix finally comes to its halt or probably the morning after you've slept with Geralt. Your ribald suggestions for moving in a much more comfortable place while being rode off to Neverland will probably horrify you if the idea was taken into deliberation.

"I think I may have to agree, midget." Geralt gave a soft nod of understanding, intensely staring into your eyes as he has seen the same salacious look he has been giving; simmering down his worry about the thought that you weren't in the same page as he also was.

Perhaps, beasts aren't the only thing he butchers at night and in daylight.

Geralt only wanting this to be a one time opportunity? Oh, heck no. IT’S A PRANK! He never gets satisfied! LMAO JK 😂💖 FEEDBACKS ARE SO MUCH APPRECIATED! Please do! Heehee! (Strikethrough means I couldn’t tag you, bb’s!)

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underfell-crystal · 4 years ago

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Stayed up til 3 am writing the first chapter of one of my books.... IT'S HERE!! Since I didn't realize you had to wait like a week to start writing in AO3, I'll be posting the chapters of both stories on tumblr for now.

I do not own any of the characters other than Crystal (kid with the white hair)! I'll probably write another chapter tomorrow while the brain juices are still flowing, so stay tuned!

~~~Prologue~~~

A long time ago, monsters and humans lived in harmony. One day, war broke out between the two races. In the end, the humans were victorious, and the monsters were sealed underground by a powerful spell, and have remained there for many years.

StoryGlitch was another UnderTale AU. It's core premise, as described by it's creator, was very similar to the original universe, but instead of the Determination Soul being the Angel, it was the Integrity Soul, which belonged to a little girl by the name of Crystal. She was meant to fall in place of Frisk. However... that never happened.

~~~20XX~~~

Crys woke up to the same thing as she usually did on Saturday mornings- her mother calling for her on the other side of her bedroom door with the smell of pancakes and bacon wafting through the air. She yawned, rolling over and snuggling back into her ocean-blue comforter as her mother's footsteps receded down the hall, still not quite ready to get up despite slowly being coaxed out of her drowsy state by the scent of perfectly cooked food.

Like clockwork, Crys' mother came back five minutes later and called for her again. This time, Crys sat up and rubbed her eyes, reluctantly sliding out of bed and padding down the hall to the kitchen, where a stack of pancakes loaded with syrup with a side of crispy bacon were waiting for her. She clambered onto one of the stools seated at the kitchen island and picked up her fork, eagerly digging into the soft, buttery pancakes. Her mother went through her Saturday routine of brewing herself a coffee, making a list of things she would need from the grocery store, and putting away the breakfast ingredients before finally sitting down to eat with Crys.

"Crys, honey, slow down. Nobody's taking your pancakes away from you."

Crys nodded in reply and slowed down a bit, if only to appease her mother. She swung her legs beneath the counter as she ate, and eventually her mother cleared both their plates and sent Crys up to her room to get dressed for their trip to the grocery store. Her mother had already picked out a cute, soft pink romper with a pink bow to match, which Crys absolutely adored. She loved decorating her plain white hair with colorful or interesting-looking things. While her single blue streak was better than ordinary plain white, she still preferred to wear little hair accessories. When her mother called for her again, Crys dashed from her room to the front door, allowing her mother to put her shoes onto her little feet. Her mother ushered her into their white car, and soon they were on their way to the grocery store.

The trip to the grocery store was uneventful, and so was the actual shopping. Her mother allowed Crys to get a single round, chocolate candy for behaving through the whole experience, which she enjoyed wholeheartedly the moment she was buckled into her booster seat. Her mother started driving home, and all was normal for a couple minutes. Then the world came to a halt, and Crys was thrown forward in her seat. She looked up at her mother to see what the cause of the sudden stop was, only to see a man standing in front of a white.... something. It definitely wasn't natural, being all cubey and stuff.

Crys' mother swore under her breath, and Crys reminded her "Swear jar."

Her mother, oddly, didn't seem to hear her, and instead threw open her door and jumped out. She pulled open Crys' door and quickly unbuckled her. As Crys was picked up and taken into her mother's arms, she saw blue strings wrapping around a man and a woman strolling down the street. Two glowing things appeared in front of them, and the strings wrapped around them. As Crys' mother started running, Crys could hear the screams of more people.

Crys didn't understand. Why was her mother crying? What happened to the man and lady? She tried to ask her mother, but her mother ignored her questions and kept running. Crys looked over her mother's shoulder and saw the strange man running after them. His skin was completely black, and his wide, yellow grin was visible even from where Crys was being held. He had blue strings attached to his fingers, and suddenly, the strings were there, wrapped around her and her mother's glowing things. Her mother clutched her tightly, begging and screaming at the man to stop as he slowly advanced towards them, grin widening as the strings around the glowing things squeezed.

At first, Crys didn't feel anything at all. Just the confusion and vague fear she felt from seeing her mother so distressed. Then the pain started. Crys had never experienced anything NEAR the level of pain that came from the blue heart in front of her. Falling down the stairs, skinning both her knees, and breaking her arm were incomparable to the absolute agony she felt as the strings squeezed the blue heart in front of her tightly. The sounds of the world became muffled, and she could only stare at the heart as it began to crack. Crys was vaguely aware of her mother screaming, and of the strange man laughing. She could also hear someone else's screams, and it took a moment for her mind to register that they were hers.

Then the heart broke in half, and Crys was plunged into darkness.

Dark... and cold... so cold....

There was something golden... she reached out and touched it. Suddenly she was back in the car, exactly when the man first appeared. Again, her mother swore, and grabbed Crys, running from the man. Again they were caught. Again the pain started. Again, she watched her blue heart snap in half.

Again.

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She felt herself take longer and longer to find the golden thing each time her blue heart was broken. She could barely sense the glow. She pressed her hand against the golden thing again, and again she was back in the car. Again, her mother grabbed her and ran. Again, the strange man caught them. Again, the pain started. But this time, as her soul began to break, Crys could feel something snap inside of her. White rectangles surrounded her body, and the strange man loosened his strings a little, staring at her, dumbfounded, as she struggled against his strings, more and more white particles appearing around her. Then, with a final scream of pain, Crys disappeared from the man's clutches, his strings grasping at nothing.

She vaguely felt herself land on something cold and soft as she ran away from the strange man. She tried to get up, but her body wouldn't cooperate. She screamed for help. But nobody came. She tried to look at her surroundings, but her vision was blurry with exhaustion. A few minutes later, she closed her eyes, her world slowly going silent as she faded out of consciousness.

~~~Chapter One: That's New~~~

Crys awoke to something delicious-smelling, along with what she faintly recognized as mustard. She sat up and realized she was on a green sofa, a thick red blanket draped over her. She looked down at herself and realized she was wearing an oversized red sweater that easily went down to her knees. She wondered where her jumper had gone, but that thought was quickly abandoned when someone walked into the room from what she assumed to be the kitchen. Only it wasn't a person. It was a SKELETON, with pearly white sharp teeth, with the exception of a single gold tooth, red eyes, and it was wearing a black coat and a similar red sweater to the one she was wearing. It seemed surprised to see her awake. It rumbled lowly, and she realized after a moment that it was actually speaking to her.

"-d? Kid? Uh, can ya hear me?"

The skeleton sounded vaguely male, with an accent like the cashier who told Crys he was from New York. Crys could only stare at the enormous monster before her.

"Uh, kiddo? Why ya lookin' at me like I'm a ghost?"

The skeleton chuckled. He seemed nervous. Crys was taken aback. What did this monster have to be nervous about? She opened her mouth to speak, but only a coughing fit came out. The skeleton quickly moved closer, and Crys flinched away. He stopped about a foot away and slowly held out his hand. Crys looked at his hand and realized he was holding a glass of water. He didn't move his hand any closer, so she reached out with trembling fingers and took it. She raised the glass to her mouth and gulped it down greedily, momentarily forgetting about the monster watching her as the thirst she hadn't even realized she had was partially quenched.

She looked up at the skeleton and tentatively held out the empty glass, whispering, "More? Please?"

The skeleton rumbled again (was that his laugh?) and took the glass, retreating back to the kitchen. While he was gone, Crys took the opportunity to look around the place she was in. It seemed to be an ordinary home. There was even a TV. There were stairs nestled against a wall leading up to a second floor as well, and Crys could see the tops of two doors behind the railing. The walls looked like they had seen quite a few fights, based on the scorch marks and holes in them.

Crys' attention was drawn away from the upstairs of the house as the skeleton shuffled out of the kitchen, holding the refilled glass. Crys didn't shy away this time when he came close, and she took the glass again, drinking more slowly and observing the skeleton over the rim of the glass with large, dark blue eyes. The skeleton sat down in front of her, now eye level with her. Crys drew her knees up to her chest and tucked the blanket around her legs, remembering that this was an actual monster that was likely going to eat her, judging by the very pointy teeth he had. Nevertheless, she swallowed another gulp of water and croaked, "W... Who are you...?"

The skeleton bared his teeth at her (or was that a smile?) and held out his hand for her to shake.

"The name's Sans, kiddo. Sans the Skeleton."

Crys slowly reached out and grabbed the skeleton's hand, when a loud farting noise interrupted the quiet. Crys stared at the skeleton, in shock. He snickered.

"Heheh.... the ol' whoopee cushion in the hand trick. It's always funny."

Crys startled herself with her own peal of laughter. At the sound of her joy, the skeleton visibly relaxed, shoulders slumping and releasing tension Crys hadn't even noticed he was carrying. He grinned at her.

"So, kiddo.... What's yer name?"

Crys hesitated, still unsure. After all, this was something that wasn't supposed to be real. Sans sensed her reluctance, and offered a smaller, less threatening smile.

"'S ok, kid, I don't bite."

".... Crys.... my name's Crys..."

Sans smiled a bit wider. "That's a nice name."

Crys smiled at him, his compliment lowering her wariness a bit more. Sans gave her a concerned look.

"So, uh.... what were ya doin' out in the snow all by yerself?"

Crys shrugged. Sans continued.

"And how didja get here without goin' through the Ruins?"

"Ruins?"

Sans nodded. "It's where all the humans came out of. Ya just sorta... poofed into existence in the middle of Snowdin Forest."

Crys shrugged agin, feeling nervousness coil around her heart, although she didn't know why. Sans sighed, seeming irritated. "Alright kid, I get that ya might not wanna talk about it, but I seriously need to know how ya got here."

Crys felt the familiar sense of slipping away as she did when she first started escaping the strange man. Sans didn't seem to notice her unease.

"Yer lucky I got to ya in time... ya might have frozen to death a few minutes later, or been attacked by another monster wanderin' through the forest."

Panic started to swell in her gut. She saw the familiar white particles at the edge of her vision, and Sans stopped talking, looking at her oddly. Crys curled up beneath the red blanket, letting out a choked sob.

"I-I don't know! I... I don't know how- how I got here!!"

Sans looked alarmed. "Woah, woah, kid! It's okay! Calm down!"

His words did nothing to soothe her rising anxiety. She let out another sob, hiding her face beneath the blanket. A moment later, the blanket was pulled down from her head, and she felt something begin stroking her hair. She looked up and realized the skeleton was running his oddly human-feeling bone-fingers through her hair. He seemed embarrassed, but also lost on what to do. The stroking was actually quite comforting, and after a few minutes, Crys saw the white in her vision fade away, leaving her an unobserved view of Sans' face, especially his sharp teeth. He pulled his hand away from her head and cleared his throat (how?), looking abashed.

"Heh.... sorry I spooked ya, kiddo... I didn't mean ta."

"It's okay," Crys murmured. She got the feeling he really hadn't meant to.

Sans stood up. He smiled at her again.

"Wanna have a hot cat, kiddo?"

Crys tilted her head in confusion. "What's a hot cat?"

Sans chuckled. "'S like what you humans call a hot dog. Only it's a cat."

Crys was intrigued by this new animal-themed food, and swung her legs off the couch and stood up. Immediately, the room tilted around her, and she fell to the side. Sans, thankfully, caught her before she could hit the ground and scooped her up, enveloping her in his arms. He smelled like mustard, and his jacket was warm and soft. Crys couldn't help but snuggle into his jacket. He let out a low, rumbly laugh that shook her bones.

"Don't fall asleep now, babybones. You still gotta eat."

Crys closed her eyes anyway, and slipped into a dreamless sleep.

~Feel free to ask questions and voice your thoughts about the story in my ask box! Goodbye my gems!~

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Hi this is my first time asking like anything on Tumblr so I hope this makes sense but can you do either pale or flip (your choice) just eating you out viciously like slobber and all. Thank you! 🥰 Also I love your writing your literatly the best writer on tumbler. I truly believe that 😩😩😍

He wakes up desperate for you, desperate in that almost frantic kind of way. His dreams had been teasing him all night, dreams of your hot body around his, your gasps and moans filling his ears. He’s so horny for you that grinds his hard cock against your thigh, wakes himself up with it. It’s dark outside still, nothing, no one awake. He doesn’t bother to spare a glance at the clock to see what time it is, he has to have you, he wants you so badly.

“Ketsl,” He whispers before he can stop himself, shuffling up the bed to kiss your face, his breath sleep-sour. He knows you won’t care, you’ll be a little grouchy but he’ll make it up to you, he will. Fuck he’s so hard for you, his hips still rutting against your leg in little thrusts that have his voice deep deep deep when he tries again with, “Sweetheart wake up.”

You groan and pinch your eyes even tighter, clinging to sleep. He’s unrelenting though, having buried his face under your chin to kiss and suck at your neck, his hands growing sweaty from need, from how fucking sexy you are all the time, even cranky like this.

“Philly honey it’s Sunday, go back to bed.” You mumble, hands searching for him in the dark.

Your arms wind around his shoulders and you hold him close, encourage him to lay his head down onto your tits the way you know he loves to sleep in an effort to get him to calm down. But he’s too wound up, his dick is leaking pre-come already, already and it hasn’t been barely ten minutes since he almost came in his sleep.

“Please?” He presses his face into your cleavage anyway, kisses at your sternum and noses at your nipples until they’re stiff from the friction, “Please.”

You hum out a little laugh and he feels so victorious as you stretch the sleep from your limbs, sighing and huffing, hands cupping his cheeks and pulling him up by his ears to meet your mouths in a morning kiss.

“Alright, okay, I’m up.” You say, a sleepy smile on your face as you blink your eyes open and settle into the mattress nicely, settle under him as he covers your whole body with his. “I’m awake, is everything okay?”

He nods, and licks his lips, heart beating fast now that he can finally get what he wants.

“I’m hungry.” He says, and you know, you know exactly what he means.

He’s like this every morning for you, desperate in this way, almost angry with it, angry that he’ll have to leave you and go to the station. He won’t get out of bed until he comes – until he makes you come first – but it’s fun to make him work for it, at least for a little while.

One of your hands finds its way into his hair, and he shudders fully against you, some great lethal cat when you scratch at his scalp with your nails.

“Hmm, for what?” You ask and though it’s dark, though the sun won’t be coming up for a while yet, you can see the glitter in his eyes, pupils blown wide and edges soft, blurred in anticipation of,

“You.”

You stretch some more, raise your hands over your head and pop the joints in your back, in your neck, your hips. Flip knows you can feel how hard his cock is against you, he knows you can. It’s thick and heavy and long and he wants to ease it into you, wants to thrust into you the way he had in his dreams, wants to feel your tight cunt around his cock, milking him for all he’s worth, until his come has filled you up to the brim and it drips out when he pulls away.

But more than that, even more than that, he wants to taste you. He wants his tongue shoved deep into your cunt, he wants to lap you up like you’re the only thing that can quench this thirst – because you are, you are.

And you know it.

“Ask me properly.” You say, your legs spreading underneath him, knees flattening against the mattress slowly slowly slowly.

He wants to look, wants to watch you open yourself up for him, but he knows he can’t until you give him permission, permission he’s aching for.

“Can I?” He asks, kisses you again because he’s addicted to your tongue, to the taste of the sweat that’s starting to shine on your skin just from how hot he is and how he’s draped over you like a blanket.

“Can you what?” You hum, and he holds your jaw with one of his hands, pries it open.

He suckles on your lip and worries it between his teeth in that way that makes you melt, his other hand drifting down down down your body, teasing at your folds.

He nearly blacks out when he feels the slick there, feels how wet you are. It’s all he can do to not push you up the bed and dive in right then and there, it takes all of his strength to just stroke your folds with the pads of his fingers, spreading the slick that’s all for him. Blood pounds in his ears, and he wonders how it all hasn’tgone straight to his cock yet, before he can’t really be bothered to wonder anything else, too fucking hungry for you.

“Can I eat your pussy, please?” He asks, and he could almost cry when you nod, when you push on his shoulder, nudging him down. “Thank you, fuck ketsl, thank you.”

He’s so grateful that he thanks you as he shuffles down the bed, taking the blanket and the sheets with him. He wants you exposed for him, your gorgeous naked body glowing in the moonlight. He can see the outline of you, soft and fuzzy in the early morning purple. He’s got time, time to really drag this out, time to fuck you properly before the babies wake up and demand your attention, he’s got time to get you coming so hard you can go back to sleep for a bit.

He’s got time, and he doesn’t waste any of it.

The moment he’s level with your pussy, he’s all hands and lips and tongue. He spreads your folds and rubs his lips against it, tongue thick and hot as he makes out with your cunt. And he does, make out with it, his tongue stroking and licking up all your wetness as his hands keep a tight grip on your thighs. He’s got to be tight with you, because your hips are so inclined to press up into his face and grind against him, against his nose and suffocate him.

And while he could die a happy man, buried inside your pussy, if he were dead he wouldn’t get this every morning – and evening and afternoon and and and – and he can’t have that. So he presses your hips back down and holds onto your thighs as your knees squeeze his head, when his lips latch themselves to your clit and he sucks.

“Mm, Flip – honey!” Your back arches for him as he pays his attention to your clit, knows how you like it, knows that you’re so sensitive here, draws out little babbles from you, “Oh, yes, yesyesyes.”

He slicks up two of his fingers and slides them into you. He knows sometimes you like being fingered properly but this time he wants you drunk off the feeling of him, the same way he is for you, so he goes straight for your gspot instead. He knows he’s found it when you jolt against him, when your toes curl into the mattress and your pussy drips so prettily for him.

“Yes!” You moan, body shaking and so wet for him, head tossed to one side when you beg for more, “Phil please, please please.”

He knows if he gives it to you right now though, you’ll come, and he hasn’t had his fill of you yet. So he takes a break from your clit to lick up broad stripes up your folds, around his hand, sucking up all your juices there. He pays some attention to the crease of your inner thigh where your legs shake for him. He sucks dark marks there, marks that he’ll be proud of, among the ones that he littered across your body the night before. There’s the crooked crescents of his teeth that have bruised, and he smears his soaking wet chin against your skin, his facial hair scratching and scraping up your sensitive skin in the best way.

He can’t help but feel smug from the way you’re gasping, the way you have to muffle your face with your hand or your pillow so you’re not too loud to wake the kids, and he can hear your breathing speed up for him. He goes back to kissing your hips, fits his whole mouth over the curve of your pelvis and sucks hard, his finger massaging your gspot through it all.

He loves you so fucking much, loves how sloppy you let him get. He’s drooling for you, doesn’t bother sucking it up and swallowing it, not when you’re so delicious, when the squelch of his fingers moving inside you drives him crazy. His cock is almost blindingly hard, and he has to reach down with his other hand to jerk himself off just so he can focus more on your pleasure, can focus more on getting you off.

It isn’t easy, jerking himself off and pressing little rubbed circles to your cunt, but he manages it, manages it as fire blazes through his veins and spit and slobber strings down from his chin, his goatee soaked.

“This cunt’s so sweet, you know that? Know how sweet you are for me?” He asks, voice husky and deep, shaking only a little from the how good it feels to jack off. He wants to fuck you, and that’ll come soon, that’ll come after you do. You shimmy down the bed a little, eager to replace his hand with your own, but he only presses down on your gspot hard to stop you, “My good girl, mmm where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

“Flip!” You shudder and clench around his fingers, and he abandons his cock to go back to eating you out because fuck how can he stay away when you say his name like that?

He eats you like a champ, sucking and licking at your clit with the flat of his tongue, your knees tight around his head, caging him in. He almost forgets to breathe, and he goes to pull away for a moment but your hands fly down to his hair and you push him right back down. He would chuckle, but he’s got a mouthful of your pussy and you don’t want him to stop, not for anything.

So he doesn’t, he keeps up the pace, wet and hot and so so so good, until you’re hiccupping out your moans, until your throat clicks from your own drool that you’re trying not to choke on as you pinch at your nipple. He lets the hand that was gripping your thigh shoot up to cup your other breast, and roll the nipple between his thumb until you’re crying openly from the pleasure, stimulated all over.

“I’m – fuck – I’m gonna come.” You warn him, and he doubles his efforts.

He loves the feeling of your orgasm ripping through him, loves the way it makes you go so so so tense before you melt into a puddle of come and pleasure. He fucks you through it with his tongue, until you begin to shake and tremble. He licks up all your come, all of it, and presses soft kisses to your inner thigh so he doesn’t push you into being too overstimulated to the point where you’re uncomfortable.

Your knees goes limp for him, and the shocks of your orgasm have you laughing, a pleasure weak hand covering your face and your big blissed out smile for a moment, before you coax him up from between your legs.

You’re giggly and so pleased, and you reach over to the nightstand with a shaky for a cigarette. You stick it between your lips long enough to light it, and then give it to Flip who accepts it gratefully, his own lust still thrumming through him, his own orgasm still yet to blow through him.

You tug on his ear for a moment, and the first few birds of dawn begin to chirp, the sky outside your bedroom window still a dark inky purple.

“What?” He asks fondly, sucking in a lungful of the nicotine and whatever else they put in these fucking things these days.

“Good morning.” You grin, and he could roll his eyes because yeah sure, now you’re all smiley and happy at being up early.

“Oh ketsl,” He exhales, regarding your naked body and grasping his cock in his hand, “We’re only getting started.”

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