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𝜗𝜚 I CAN MAKE THAT P☆SSY RAIN OFTEN!
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☆ sum. they're starving, but they aren't craving actual 'food'. they're craving what's right between your shaky pretty legs. toji, higuruma, choso, gojo, geto, sukuna.
warnings. fem! reader, cúnnilingus, face-riding / siting, eating out through panties, pússy so good he cries (choso), fīngering, unprotected, dirty talk, praise, very pússy drunk men, squīrting, hair pulling, pússy spanks, spīt, dumbification.
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☆ HIGURUMA HIROMI.
you tell higuruma that’s he’s got such a rideable face, but he’s never really knew what you meant.
not until he’s buried between your thighs, having a pretty view of you caging him in with your jittery legs. “hey,” he purrs, his voice pouring with such rasp underneath it. a swollen thumb drags down near your sopping cunt and his droopy eyes meet yours. higuruma’s holding you upright whilst his free hand grabs onto your left thigh tightly. “ ‘s okay, lovey. i know you wanna ride my nose,” and his balmy breath grazes up against your slit that was just continuously weeping with saturated slick. you’re whimpering, hovering over his rosy-twitched lips before he kisses near your cracked entrance. “easy, i gotcha. jus’ sit on it, ‘s okay, you can do whatever you want to me, promise.”
and once you finally succumb to his warm filthy words—you plop yourself onto his mouth, instantly moaning at the bumpy bridge of his nose tickling against your clit. “fuck,” and you hear a throaty chuckle leave from his crooked lips. higuruma’s nose, once your pussy rubs up against the hook, you couldn’t help but start to jerk faster and faster. “hiromi, ‘m not suffocating you am i?”
“no, my love,” he whispers, flicking his flat tongue through your sensitive drooling folds. you tasted so sweet and it only left him craving for more, more of you. dark drowsy eyes stares into your eyes before his sloppy licks turn into risqué slurps. “but, i wouldn’t mind it actually. use my face darling, ‘m all yours tonight.”
higuruma’s got a cunning grin that stretches against his lips as your weight relaxes on him. you kiss your teeth, gradually rutting your trembling hips up against his salivating mouth and he groans. your clit rubs itself against his nose and his mouth, the rough rocky texture of the bridge nearly sends you over the edge.
“f- fuck, ‘romi,” you gasp, and your fragile limbs cause you to squat now. the air surrounding you suddenly feels thick and there’s a dry taste filling the inside of your mouth. as candied wanton mewls continue to pry away from your lips, you tug on his ruffled checkered tie that’s tucked underneath his button-down. his tongue that’s lapping against your honeyed flaps with the mixture of his nose sliding up and down your entrance. but you’re now stuck in nothing but a mere stupor. higuruma’s eyes never break contact and you hear the loud sloshes from his lips smack against your pussy from each succulent slurp. “ ‘m gonna cum, not gonna last hiromi.”
“aw, yeah?” he whispers, your own slick smearing against his pursed lips. your eyes roll back once the tip of his tongue thwacks and flicks against that spot, your tender g-spot. it feels gummy and spongy and he feels your quaking thighs come together, clenching a tight squeeze. “ooh, guess she is,” and a hand of his creeps toward the right curvature of your ass. you moan from his touch, weak limbs shivering from his contact. everything was building up at once—like a wave, the calm before the storm. it starts near the very pit of your stomach and it’s fluttering all around you as if butterflies resided in your insides. “there, there. don’t stop, ride my nose lovey. use me, ‘s okay.”
your face twists as he’s still got his tongue attached to your sopping cunt—you’re shaking, and you continue to grind your hips into his face.
higuruma holds you with two strong open palms, trying his best to ignore the growing tent in his business slacks. his hair, thanks to how you were mercilessly dragging his head back and forth against your slobbering pussy, it’s all unkempt and messy. strands of black hair twist and entangle between your fingers as you’re preparing for another teeth shattering orgasm. your ass teeters and twirls in crazed gyrations as the his hooked nose continue to abrade against your swollen folds. “hiromi—fuck, fuck,” you whimper, and the coil buried within you finally snaps. within seconds, you’re cumming hard—all on his tongue and the following noise that flutters past your lips was so pretty. higuruma’s hooded eyes gaze at you as he’s lapping you clean and he’s so in love. your finishing sounds sounding like a mere symphony to him. lewdly melodic.
“that’s it, lovey. oh that’s such a good messy girl, my messy baby,” he sighs, and you feel your tummy cave in at that exact moment. your drenched folds never felt more slick. he’s slurping you clean, proudly with the most tender grin stretching across his face. but that concise moment briefly gets cut short once higuruma groans—feeling the strain in his pants again, fighting the urge to stroke himself. but he can’t, this is about you. you still feel the knobby part of his nose scrape and drag against your pussy and he huskily chuckles. “ah, you’re just obsessed with my nose now, huh?”
“no i—”
“oh, don’t be embarrassed,” higuruma softly teases, his voice a bit gruff and raspy. his lips had a pretty sheeny coat of your own juices and you were still trembling once he gets up. higuruma helps you off of him and closes the gap between you both, leaning in for a kiss. it’s sweet, he moans into your mouth whilst he feels your eager hands tug on his tie. higuruma’s tongue matches your sync perfectly. both dancing muscles tangle together before he aligns himself between your legs, wrapping them around his slim waist.
“my, aren’t you a doll,” he speaks between sultry tender kisses, and his rich cologne scent almost snatches your breath away. from a mile away, you could smell it. higuruma licks the bottom of your chin—keeping his eyes firmly on you until he starts to unbuckle his belt with one hand. “but since you love my nose so much, i think you’ll like somethin’ bigger a lot better,” and you let off a gasp once you’re suddenly now flipped the mattress, and he gives your ass a playful spank. “now, be a good girl ‘n bend over for me.”
☆ SATORU GOJO.
gojo loves more than anything to just come home from dreadful hours of work, of battles—to you.
not only just to you, but the pretty thing that’s between your legs. he’s not one to waste time, and he always gets straight to the point—but in this case, straight to the pussy.
“let’s see how many fingers this time,” he coos, and you’re laid flat against your back, eyeing him. unapologetically, he’s been eating you out for hours like a starved man, drinking out each of your candied orgasms like it was nothing. gojo had a thing for your pleasure—it was far more better than his own. “one,” he whispers, slowly inserting a single long digit inside. you whimper at the immediate stretch. such thick lengthy fingers, they expanded wide throughout your walls and you shudder from his breath whistling against your folds. “twoooo,” he jibes, playfully dragging out his words. your legs were quickly melting like mush, nearly collapsing as he’s toying around the insides of your cunt. “god, she’s got so much ‘ta say today, huh?”
gojo grows quiet at the crying sloshes you make just from his twin digits jackhammering inside of you. in feral awe, he watches as you swallow up both of his long fingers with your greedy cunt, covering them from top to bottom with your slick.
every few seconds, there’s a wet sloppy ‘pop’ and ‘pshh’ that squeals out from your own entrance. “s-satoru,” you whimper and you let off an exaggerated gasp once he flicks his tongue against your throbbing clit. you’re soaked, and his chin was already raining with your juices—his favorite. as he’s got two fingers still buried inside of your gummy walls, he twists them around before he reaches there. your breath gets caught in your throat and you gasp again, letting off a sweet squealing mewl before yanking on his hair snowy white strands. “ngh, ‘toru!”
“ah,” he purrs, bringing a sloppy three second kiss toward your drooling cunt. it’s so pretty up close, he can see how you’re profusely pulsating from the stimulation and it makes a sly smile tweak against his lips. gojo’s digits resume to crimp around inside of your doughy walls before his plump fingertips tickle against your g-spot. oh, you feel static surge and pump right through your veins. the texture was spongey and squashy and he’s got a playful pout. “this is where you’re weak, right angel? mhh, such a sloppy ‘lil thing.”
you’re trembling from his staticky touch and his fingers plummeting in and out of your cunt. the sounds, it’s so messy . . it’s yourself, and you’re just a stammering mess, fumbling over your own pathetic broken sentences. “fuck, please ‘toru,” you whimper out in a sheepish tone. he goes back to running his tongue everywhere against your sopping wet cunt. to him, your folds tasted so sugary, and he’s always been known to have a little sweet tooth. gojo feels himself getting hard the more he plays with you and he lowly groans right against your pussy. the vibrations of his frustrated snarl makes you whine out in ecstasy before your eyes widen. “hnnnm, sato— fuck!”
pretty pristine lashes of his flutter shut before he gradually pries out his fingers. gojo’s so into it, he’s having an entire make out sesh with your pussy, pressing his plump vermillion-colored lips together and lapping up his own sauced saliva.
“atta girl. give it t’ me,” he grunts, and you watch with heavy eyelids just hanging low as his head starts to drag back and forth. he’s devouring your cunt, even going far as to getting nose deep just to steal a smell all for himself. the sweetest, his favorite place in the world would always have to be right between your thighs. gojo even reached down in his pants, past his cerulean blue boxers to touch himself. fuck, he was hard. and it was all because of you. he groans, giving his dick a few solid pumps whilst a callused thumb brushes against a running vein that pulses down his shaft. as his lengthy tongue trails even further, he starts to suck on your clit. he feels the pulse twitch in his mouth and he looks right up at you with the most smug pussy drunken grin. “heh, you’ve got a—”
and abruptly, you end up gushing right out just as he’s speaking. mid sentence too—you sprayed a nice amount of your release just below his chiseled chin and you let off a sweet harmonic screaming orgasm. ripples of pleasure coarse through your veins as you’re riding out your orgasm on his tongue, your body growing limp. every inch of your body though, you felt hot. your legs furiously shook and he’s still got his tongue attached to your cunt. “. . yooou little slut,” he quips with a eyebrow quirking up. gojo’s a bit taken aback but his pretty icy eyes find yours again and you spot his dimples poking near each side of his cheeks as he slyly simpers. “you just squirted on me huh. someone felt sloppy today, yeah?”
“i- i’m sorry,” you moan, still feeling the jarring after effects of your body. your thighs were glued together and you’re still panting—although gojo’s panting just as much as you if not more. despite how you were still aroused, you’ve never felt more embarrassed. thanks to your pussy, you’ve got his face drenched from the mouth down. you’re a mess, and he’s covered all in it. “i didn’t—”
“shhh,” he whispers, and you’re interrupted by a soft spank on your cunt. you whimper at the brief twinge, the unforgettable friction glissading down against your bare exposed entrance driving you more and more crazy. the air felt hot but your body felt even hotter. gojo gives your clit one final sloppy kiss before whispering against your slit. “ah, ah. don’t be sorry,” and with droopy hooded eyes, you watch as he prepares to insert not one, not two, but three fingers inside of your wet puffy cunt. “do it again.”
☆ TOJI FUSHIGURO.
toji never really believed in the saying, ‘you can’t have your cake and eat it too.’
of course, he knows the meaning of the actual common quote but in his filthy rotted brain, it means something else entirely whenever he’s buried between your thighs. toji fushiguro’s a greedy man, especially whenever it came to pussy. he won’t just eat you out, he’ll devour you, including your pretty perky ass.
two callused open palms spread the doughy globes of your ass wide open quickly. you’re whimpering, feeling his tepidly hot breath waft down your bare pulsating cunt before he spits right down the valley of your sopping wet folds.
“gotta get her nice ‘n wet, ain’t that right, baby?” he whispers, watching as his own saliva trickles down your twitching folds. you’re already moist, profusely so and he can see your pretty poor clit throbbing - aching for more. “oh, my,” he tsks, bringing his scarred lips right up to your slobbering entrance. “she’s so fuckin’ beautiful.”
“hngh, toj—”
“baby, quiet. ‘m not talkin’ to you,” he shushes you, and you let off a whine once he gives your pussy a long thorough suck. you hear the echoing ‘pop’ smack from his lips once he pulls back, flicking the cold tip of his tongue against your pearly nub. fuck, once he started it was no prying him off. toji groans, feeling his rickety hips starting to drag themselves against the edge of the bed. his bulge continues to grow in his grey cottony sweats as his lips latch onto your sweet sweet pussy.
he blows against your folds, a thumb still guiding up and down your slit before he goes toward your neglected hole—you whimper once you feel a stringy glob of saliva dribble down until it reaches near your cunt. “fuck, fuuuck,” you hiss, your toes curling up almost right away. he was just so nasty, you could tell toji’s smelling your pussy right from behind you too. he was nose deep and the tip of his nose thrashes up against your clit constantly, making you feel even more sensitive. “ngh, don’t stop, ‘toj. pleasepleasefuck.”
“god, how many times do i have ‘ta tell ya?” the dark haired man gruffs, and you feel a surging wave of tingles ripple through your thighs once he gently swats a hand against your pussy.
it’s a loud ‘smack’ that bounces off the thin walls as you bite down on your bottom lip. your slickness even spurts against his palm and it’s so cute. as he’s steadily munching against your throbbing heat, he slurps you clean again and again. “our conversation’s over,” and his voice gets deeper the faster he sucks. “she’s talkin’ ‘ta me now, not you. don’t be rude,” and toji’s hooded verdant eyes rove towards your drooling cunt as he speaks. it was over the second he’s softly inserting a fat finger inside, feeling your clingy walls accept it right away. “mhm, she’s always got so much to say. pussy’s talkative just like you, princess.”
you moan, feeling his tongue drag up and down against your clit. your mouth can’t help but drop in awe at how thick his finger was. too thick, it’s so good. it’s practically just as big as his cock, and just a single lengthy digit of his was splitting you wide open. you’re squelching and toji purposely grows quiet just to hear it - to hear the ‘words’ of your pussy, which was just the wet sloshing sounds you continue to make as he played with you.
“yeah, i fuckin’ agree,” he hums, a low cackle leaving from his lips as he’s starting to piston his finger in and out, slurping all of your sappy juices. you’re whimpering, and he’s talking over you. your limbs felt weak and you could feel your arch starting to weaken. “she’s such a baby, my baby though,” and once he tongue rummages deeper inside of you, it taps near your clit. it’s a mean tap, scratching such a forbidden itch in your brain and you almost grow stupid. toji feels you about to collapse forward due to your weak frail legs and he chuckles against your pussy. “heh, drama queen.”
you whimper as he stretches your ass more with one hand—he’s leaving all kinds of cobwebs of saliva that glues against both temples of your ass, racing down your thighs. “mmph,” he feels you claw the back of head, shoving him closer towards your pussy. a sly grin spreads against his lips and he slides his finger out, breaking away to taste it. “y’er gettin’ fuckin’ handsy, baby. careful now,” and his tongue slithers back towards your puckering hole. his same thumb pokes against it before he’s just slurping you—loud slippery sounds departing from his lips, devouring your cunt as if he was a starved, starved man.
“toj—fuck, ‘m gonna cum,” you blurt out, your grip against his hair loosening. your cheek presses against the pillow as he lies his tongue flat, making sure his tongue wanders everywhere. he lolls it around to where he’s creating all kinds of letters and shapes just from his silvery tongue.
your toes continue to curl as your mouth’s just dangling open, feeling his scar repeatedly scrape up against your twitching clit. unapologetically. he spits on your entrance just to lap it right up, feeling the tint in his pants rise. he’s so hard, so fucking hard and your cute pulsing only made it worse. “shit, shit toji please,” your sweet babbles ring against his ears as he feels the shimmy of your hips. you could never stay still, and that was one of the many things he loved about you.
“yeah, cum on my face. make a fuckin’ mess, make me proud baby,” a low voice grumbles from behind, and his tongue’s still delving in and out of your sappy folds. you’re so soaked, his lips were so loud with how they suction against your slick pussy and you were just dumb. dumbfounded, his tongue had you utterly stupid and you only wanted more. but a hard hand swats against your sensitive cunt, snapping you back to reality. “c’mon, ‘m thirsty. give me my meal.”
gasping for air, you let off a tiny shriek once you finally let go, feeling such intense pressure lift up from the center of your abdomen. you’re frazzled, dewy eyes staring into the satiny cushioned pillow that’s shoved against your face as you burst. “fuck—fuck,” you whine, and it feels like a geyser just erupted. except, the geyser was right between your legs. you’re squirting, and it shoots out so fast, trickling down toji’s chin and even paints his dark stubble a sheeny glistening color. as he’s slowly gliding his tongue against your folds one more time, he blinks thrice whilst a smug grin stretches against his lip.
“well how about that,” toji snickers, and he gives your cunt one more suck, smearing your slick all over his chin. he didn’t care how much of a mess you made - it was his mess too. you can almost feel his lewd gaze bore into your ass before he peels a thumb against your clit. “looks like she’s still got it,” and you moan, feeling him give your pussy a ‘praising’ good job pat. he hums, feeling you throb on his palm. as he’s catching his breath just like you, toji hums, flipping you over. “my girl can’t help but be a fuckin’ super soaker, cute. .”
☆ CHOSO KAMO.
choso was always exhausted whenever he came home, constant battles on a daily would wear anyone out. but it was all worth it because in the end, he came home to you. his pretty girl—but today, today was different.
“i need you,” he murmurs out of breath, and you’re taken by surprise as you lazily flop back against the couch with your legs slightly spread open. the last thing you’d expect was to see choso on his knees for you. he suppresses a whimper that’s so close to flying from his lips before he nips a few wet kisses near your thighs. “ ‘m so starved, baby. been too long since i—” and he cuts off. pretty mahogany eyes of his suddenly widen once you pull down your shorts with one hand, revealing your panties. purple, the lacy fabric decorates the valley cracks of your thighs and shields your most sensitive bits. choso can’t help but pout once you softly grab onto the crown of his head, rummaging your fingers through his loose ravened tresses and tickling his scalp. with a needy pout, he looks at you whilst he’s leaning into your touch. “may i?”
“yeah, but keep the panties on though ‘cho,” you reply in a cheeky tone, watching the frustrated pout on his face grow. but he doesn’t complain, and instead, he inches his face closer and closer and closer, all until he’s eating you out through your panties. “f- fuck.” you’d swallow as a sharp gasp wrenches out of your full heaving lungs.
once he started—there was no stopping.
choso’s whines were muffled as his knees were dug, buried into the furry carpet ground. his pretty lashes flap as his tongue delicately laps around your sopping cunt—oh, you’re such a tease. despite how your underwear was in the way of the part he really wanted to eat, he still tasted how soaked you were. not only that, but he could smell it too. “god, ‘s unfair,” he grunts, swirling his tongue around every part he could get to. your breath hitches and your fingers were still intertwined between his thin strands. “mmph,” and he can’t help but smell your panties. he’s missed you so much. as choso’s soft kitten licks turn into slurps within a soak of just a few seconds few seconds—he glances up at you with a cute frown. panting, he murmurs. “can i- can i touch myself?”
“no, choso,” you tease him some more,” and you spread your legs just a bit wider. with the wide eyed stare he’s giving you and the way his mouth was cutely just dangling open, you’d have thought he was about to drool all over you. so pretty, he almost loses composure once you finally pull a string of your panties toward the side of your thigh. “not yet.”
“so mean,” he cutely grumps, his plump lips curling into another pout again as he’s positioned right between your plush thighs. choso leans into your tender touch though, and he goes back to licking your pussy. he moans, trying to savor your taste as much as he could. choso’s tense arms remain idle—although he’s just itching to touch himself and it doesn’t take long before his chin starts to glisten with slick - your slick. choso couldn’t help himself though, so he starts to find another way to feel.
his rickety hips start to jerk up against the edge of the couch and he’s ruthlessly grinding into the furniture. he’s feral like a animal and heat—all for you - just for you. “mmph, fuck,” he whines, feeling such hot friction bristle against your body and it ricochets onto his. choso already had a boner by just looking at you—but now, he was definitely pent up. the tent in his sweats only grows as he continues to rummage his warm tongue through the corners and crevices of your cunt. gasping, you start to slowly drag his head further against you. “baby, ‘m so hard. so hard jus for you.”
choso was such a messy eater though—he was inexperienced in some areas, sure. but when it came to eating you out, he never failed to please you. he couldn’t get enough of you, especially when you tasted like that. his head can’t help but move around and crazily shift everywhere. he’s devouring your cunt whilst his hips continue to thrust against the edge of the couch over and over and over again.
the snapping creaks get more rowdier before you dig your fingers through his scalp once more. you always tried your best to shower him with praises whenever he was stuffed between your thighs—eating out your precious pussy as if it was the last meal to exist on earth. “ ‘s okay, cho, right there baby. right there, fuck.”
your sweet praises made his ears perk up and twitch and it’s so cute to see. choso’s so into it that he whines right against your cunt, hot breath colliding against your slick flaps. you whine, continuing to guide his face by dragging his head around and against your sloppy entrance. “mmph,” his voice is still muffled as his tongue occasionally rubs against your clit. choso sucks against it hard just to hear you whimper out. his eyes were closed the entire time—but after a while, you hear a bit of a subtle sniffle. you peer down, and it’s choso. he’s sniffling, quite literally getting lost in your pussy. both chubby temples of his face flush as his tongue’s wanders in every neglected corner of your gripping walls. you pause, about to pry his head away and ask what’s wrong before he clings onto your hips, shaking his head firmly. “n- no, don’t move away please. ‘m not done.”
and choso was sniffling solely because of your cunt. it was that good. . he couldn’t comprehend how something from a mere human such as yourself could taste this divine. he’s melting into putty in real time the more he’s slurping your honeyed juices—spitting it all over your clit before cleaning it right back up like a good boy. “fuck,” he whimpers, still thrusting his keen hips into the corner of the couch. he’s so loud, even louder than you and it’s adorable. “baby, i- i love you, i love you s’much,” he starts to babble, and his slurps become more wet and noisy. the lewd squelches from your own pussy bounces and reverbs off the walls and off your ears. your carnal moans only make him more hard as he’s feeling his boner drag itself further against the silky fabric of his grey sweats. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum again, n- not again, ugh.”
he freezes like a deer in headlights the moment the center of his boxers fills itself with damp grey splotches—he felt it, and he moans whilst he’s still got a mouth full of your pussy. “aw man,” he pouts, his chest heaving as he pries his lips away from your throbbing cunt. teary eyed and a cute determined pout on his lips, choso kisses your clit one more time before sighing. “baby, can we retry? i- i’ll do better this time, promise.”
☆ SUKUNA RYŌMEN.
sukuna’s a filthy pussy eater. . he’s fucking nasty.
he’s a demon and he has no shame. eating you out was a mere pastime for him. whenever he was bored, all he’d really have to do was summon you to his royal chambers to ‘entertain him’ in his own words.
of course, whenever this happens, it always escalates to you laid flat on his king sized bed with your legs widely sprawled—having the sukuna ryomen nose deep inside of your cunt. one of sukuna’s favorite things to do was to eat you out directly after he came inside you.
“brat, stay still,” he murmurs to you, but due to the carnally low pitch in his voice, it sounded like a playful warning. your bottom lip gets caught in between your teeth as you gnaw on it, feeling your stomach churn with such excited apprehension. sukuna’s tall frame towers over you and you gulp at the demon right before your very eyes. you take a moment to glance down at his cock, spotting his pink swollen tip that’s profusely all runny and flaccid. you milked him so much earlier, and he groans at the feeling of still being sensitive. back to his own eyes, they gloss over near your stretched out legs and peek right between your thighs. such goopy ribbons of cum ooze out of your pussy and you spot him licking his lips, a single fang cutely poking out near the corner of his mouth. “hn,” he grouses, and with two hands, he scoots your waist up closer to his hungry sheeny lips.
“suku— fuck,” you squeal, and it was so quick. one second he was telling you to stay still and the next, he’s eating his own cum out of you. filthy, the perfect word to describe sukuna. for once, he’s only ever quiet and shuts up when it comes to your sweet pussy - funny. rolling out his tongue flat against your shimmery entrance, his pink thin brows then compress together in obscene concentration. your back rests flat against one of his many cushioned pillows and your jaw dangles open. “fuck, fuck,” you repeat in broken sweet whimpers, now staring to feel his forked tongue roam all throughout your sensitive walls.
sukuna’s ear twitches once he hears a sudden slosh. as if a sudden instinct triggered him, his cold red eyes flicker toward your left thigh. a creamy droplet of cum starts to drip down the side of your leg. “what a sloppy girl you are,” he huffs, and his tongue licks it right up. he’s not even fazed by the bittersweet taste of himself that’s coating all on his tongue. your stomach caves in and out as he continues to feast—every few seconds, the keen sharp edges of his fangs would nip against your clit. your body would arch forward and you’d give him that cute twisting facial expression every time. “just look at this mess,” he speaks through clenched teeth and an even more clenched jaw.
the curse’s stern crimson eyes rove gawk toward your soppy clit as he pries his lips away—his lips were a pearly pink, lathered with your slick and excess amounts of his own forbidden taste. “ah, don’t even think about closin’ these beauties yet,” and you shiver once he presses a kiss near the neglected crevice of your thigh. your head tosses back as you’re just panting heavily, your chest tightening up with each drawn breath. “hm, ‘s still pouring out of you. how uncouth,” and you whimper once he spits right on your cunt, lapping it right up before kissing your weeping folds once more. “taught you all these manners ‘n you’re still just my sloppy girl. ‘s that right, princess?”
“sukuna, fuuuck,” you babble out, and you gasp once he slowly inserts a thick finger inside, hooking the fat digit all throughout your saturated walls.
“little girl, that’s not the answer to my question,” he tsks, and you release another moan at the feeling of his long finger scissoring its way inside of you, swirling all around deeply. sukuna adds even more pressure by sucking down on your achy clit, dampening his own sculptured chin with your slit soaking against the lower part of his jaw.
you are indeed a mess, stammering out the same loop of pathetic cries as he slurps up his own mess out of you. sukuna snickers, bringing a palm toward your pussy just to watch you wince in pleasure. the sting, your legs were on the verge of snapping shut and he knew that. “tell me,” he utters hoarsely, gradually pulling out his finger and licks it slowly from top to bottom. staring you dead in the eyes, he kisses your folds once more. “who’s pussy is this?”
“yours,” you hiss through gritted teeth at the spank. your sobbing pussy’s met with another rude spank and you gasp, feeling your perky nipples poke further against the fabric of your tank top. “s- sukuna.”
with another spank, spurts of your own dewy juices coat the wide palm of his hand and his crimson-velvet eyes narrow at you. “that’s right, pet. all mine,” and for one last time, he brings a sloppy four second kiss towards your runny cunt. sukuna’s lewd slurps echo through his chambers indefinitely. “you know it ‘n she knows it too.”
☆ GETO SUGURU.
suguru geto eats you out like it’s his favorite hobby, call him a professional swimmer because he loves drowning in your sweet sweet cunt. well, minus the swimming part though.
“sit,” he murmurs, and you swallow thickly as you’re hovering right over his face - his pretty emotionless face. geto’s eyes bore into you and he gives your ass a playful pinch. with ravened dark strands still running down both of his eyes, he licks against your thigh. “sit on my face, pretty girl. ‘m fuckin’ hungry,” and you moan once his teeth tug against the hem of your panties. “there we go,” he coaxes—watching as you leisurely start to lower yourself down onto his face. as he speaks, his voice lowers a single octave and it makes you pulse right between your legs - how embarrassing. your weight slowly but surely makes its way toward his mouth that’s seeping with eager drool from the sides before you’re now sitting on his face. then, you’re met with the most smug expression from geto whilst he opens his mouth, parting his thin slick-spit lips. “lay it on me, yeah. good girl. good fuckin’ girl.”
“fuh— fuuuck,” a whine spews from your lips once his tongue naturally lies itself flat against your entrance. his tongue was frigidly cold and you feel it, the brief knobby texture of his tongue makes your toes curl up. geto’s lashes flap close as he’s slurping up all of you, taking long dramatic gulps whilst a hand cups the fat plush skin of your ass. your hips stutter at first — you’re shy a bit at how you’re just sitting on his face, but he then grabs you by the hips, slamming you further down against his tongue. “suguru,” you whine, chewing the inside of your cheek. his eyes were closed and he’s just merrily munching against your cunt as if he didn’t have a single care in the world. spoiler alert, he didn’t. geto’s head though was maddened. it jerks from left to right, and he’s already growing feral within seconds.
“heyy girl,” he whispers in a raspy voice, feeling your nervous hips swerve in cute crazed arcs. for the life of you—you just couldn’t stay still and he found that so adorable. your eyes were looking anywhere but him and his long fat tongue slowly licks around your tender clitoral hood. geto slides two thick fingers down your pussy, feeling you tense up and he hums. “look at me, eyes on me, sweetheart,” he reminds you, and you watch as his lips twist up. even between your legs—he’s so pretty, and stringy glimmering strands of his own saliva starts to dribble down his sharp chin. he was a mess right underneath you and your clammy hands find their way in his hair, tangling through his matted dark locks. “want you to look at me while i make love to my other favorite girl,” he whispers in a rough voice, and you moan once his tongue hastily flicks against your pulsating nub more.
as you’re shaking all from his tongue and his sly wry words, your eyes lock onto geto’s. “fuck, suguru,” you moan, your fingers getting lost in his shaggy jet-black strands. he’s so pretty, he’s got the most unbothered deadpan plastered on his face while he’s eating you out, dragging his long tongue through your treacly sensitive regions. oh, he just couldn’t get enough of you. geto loves to spit all on your pussy just to have it fall back into his mouth, smearing his crooked pink lips all over your puffy soddened folds as if it was his own personal lip gloss. “y- you’re so nasty, sugu.”
“yeah? praise me more sweetheart,” he utters in a husky voice, and you knew he was joking but you throbbed either way. your hips were so unsteady the more you sat on his face. fuck, he’s staring dead at you too, raising a dark brow before laughing against your cunt. cool breath tickles near your pulsating entrance before he blows against your folds. “aw, quiet now huh. ‘s my tongue really too much? maybe i should stop.”
“n- no, please,” you whine, and your hands rigorously pull onto his strands. the dark haired man looks at you with a sleazy grin, such viscous gooey strands of your own slick dripping down his chin. geto was already pussy drunk, you could tell. he loved hearing those sweet whimpers of yours squawk out the back of your throat despite how you’re trying oh so hard to shut yourself up.
geto loved whenever you got loud for him—he didn’t care who heard. but on the other hand though, his tongue was just plain evil, he made sure to spell out all types of letters and shapes on your pussy. he even spelled his name. your pussy was so loud too, the sloshes were so sopping wet that you couldn’t even believe that was coming right out of you. with a quivering bottom lip, you grab him by the hair, pulling his head up a bit so he could look you straight in the eye again. “don’t stop, suguru. ngh, please. need you to—”
“need? oh, girl,” he sassily snickered, and you moan once his palm firmly swats against your swollen cunt. you were wet, shamelessly dripping down and with his hand now smacking against your folds, you were even more soaked. geto’s low voice and the way it pitches makes your thighs nearly give up, on the verge of collapsing. “dumb girl, stop thinkin’ with your cunt when you speak to me. you don’t need shit,” and he playfully nibbles on your clit. “right, pretty girl?”
geto calling you a dumb girl and a pretty girl in the same sentence made your brain ache—
your breath grows significantly shallow as you stare at him and he’s got nothing but a feral hungry glint in his eyes. “i- i want you make me cum, sugu,” you correct yourself, and your cunt’s just desperately throbbing. every nerve stored inside of your sopping clit, you felt it all. just yearning for you to let go—you were right there, you were so close to your release that you could almost taste it. so bittersweet, the pointed tips of your ears grew hot as you started to grind your sloppy hips against his face again. “please, please. make me cum, suguru. want your tongue, pretty please.”
“that’s my girl,” he coos, a thumb gliding down your runny slit. his cold breath wafts against your pussy and you shiver before his nibbles against your sweet cute nub turn into greedy elongated sucks. geto’s head quickly sashays side to side again in a frantic manner before he grunts. “mhm, c’mon then. give it to me, princess. make a mess so i can clean it right up, atta girl.”
a whirling pool of heat continues to stir up inside of you and you that’s when you feel it. the immense intensity of raunchy pressure that’s shocking every part of your body. your knees buckle and you’re already weak but his tongue makes you ten times weaker. you’re defeated, an easy ko—knock-out, all from a simple tongue with the addition of filthy dirty words. the moment you cum, your mind shoots blanks.
“oh, sugu—fuck,” you then squeak once it all pours out of you. it’s as if you’ve been waiting for eons, and you suddenly feel weightless. you’re twitching and even after your orgasm, you still feel the sloppy laps of his tongue—strings of cobwebby spit glossing his lips before he finally departs. “ngh, suguru.” you’d babble as you’re still weakly riding geto’s tongue. the overstim scratches such a carnal itch in your brain and it makes your eyes roll all the way back.
geto’s catching his breath, running his tongue over his dampened lips before he watches you slump back against the cushioned mattress all pretty and breathless. so cute, the way your chest heaves in and out and your thighs still shook with intense elation. “aw, tired already?” and he crawls up beside you, sneaking a kiss near your neck. “but oh, we’re just gettin’ started, princess. that was just a test run, silly.”
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radioaf-a · 7 months ago
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@ofmoraliity sent in from this meme: "Don't you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk?" // offers my Vox to Al uwu
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"Do you ever get tired of breathing? I could easily fix that for you if it is the case." Is offered with a bright grin to the TV overlord. "Honestly Vox you are the one who tends to over run their mouth."
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im-ovulating · 3 months ago
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For kinktober can we have a kiribaku x reader or dekubaku x reader or dekubakutodo x reader but public sex or double penetration or maybe knife play or quirk play🥺🤤🤤
(A/n: Kinktober Day 9/15! Sorry it's late, but this is way better than anything I was writing yesterday so I'd say the wait was worth it lol)
Word Count: 2,623
Summary- You get dragged off in the middle of the annual pro hero gala for some bathroom fun.
Warnings: Double Penetration, Public Sex, Double Creampie, Riding/Hitting from Behind, Fucking on Sink Counter
Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI
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Bakugo x Izuku x Fem! Reader: Double Trouble
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As you dance with Katsuki, feeling the heat radiating off of him and smelling his mouth-watering cologne, you can't help but feel a permanent warmth in your cheeks. The fitted black suit you and Izuku damn-near had to wrestle him into somehow making him even more attractive. You catch a glimpse of Izuku chatting with a pro hero you don't recognize and see his eyes are locked on the two of you even as he smiles at something his companion says. You've always loved the way Izuku looked at you, his eyes full of desire and admiration, making you feel like the most important person in the room at any given time. And to him, you might just be - well, you *and* Katsuki. The three of you had been together for over a year now, and it still gave you butterflies to think about how lucky you were to have snagged up both of them.
Suddenly, Katsuki's grip on your waist tightens, and he pulls you closer. His breath is hot against your ear as he grumbles, "Keep those damn eyes on me; you're dancin' with me, not him."
"You say that as if I didn't have to practically beg you to dance with me," You shoot back with a grin, not fazed by his glare.
After the song ends and the live band begins the next, Izuku makes his way over. "May I have this dance, beautiful?" he smiles with an awful "proper" accent, holding out his hand.
"Why, of course, good sir," you reply with a small laugh. You take his hand, feeling the warmth of his rough palm against your softer one. The two of you sway to the slow melody of the song as Katsuki is swept away by Mina, who you swear materializes out of nowhere.
You return her excited wave with a chuckle, watching as Katsuki tries and fails to get free.
"You look stunning tonight," Izuku murmurs, his breath tickling your ear as he pulls your attention back to him. His tone is so sincere and reverent that it makes you smile like a fool.
You lean into his chest and wrap your arms around his neck, feeling the familiarity of his body against yours. "Thanks, Izuku," you whisper back. "You both look pretty great yourselves."
As the song continues, you lose yourself in the warmth of Izuku's embrace and the comfort of his familiar presence.
Eventually, the band slows to a stop, announcing that they're going to take five. Izuku leads you off the dance floor with a hand on the small of your back.
"You know..." Izuku begins, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "I meant it when I said you look gorgeous tonight; good enough to... eat." You don't miss the shift in his tone. The deep rumble of his voice sending a tingle down your spine and heating your core. "Kacchan thinks so too," he hooks his chin over your shoulder from behind and gently takes your jaw in his hand, turning your head until you're met with the intense stare of Katsuki who leans against the bar. Seems he got away from Mina after all.
Katsuki takes a deep swig of whatever alcohol he's drinking before setting the glass on the bar and heading towards the bathroom. His eyes never leave you and Izuku - a clear invitation as he slips inside.
As soon as the door shuts behind the blonde, Izuku is leading you towards it. The hand on your lower back is firmer as he guides you through the throng of guests, ignoring the occasional call of 'Deku!' from reporters dotted around the room.
Your face flushes as you realize that being escorted by the number one hero, Deku, means there's no inconspicuousness in your oncoming bathroom tryst.
"Ignore them," Izuku murmurs, holding the door open for you.
Katsuki is waiting, suit jacket and tie already off and the top buttons of his dress shirt undone.
As soon as you're within reach, he's pulling you in by the waist while Izuku locks the door and hangs his jacket next to his.
"Whose bright idea was this?" You ask as Katsuki uses his hold on your waist to lift you onto the counter and starts to bunch the skirt of your dress up. "I'm not complaining, but the top two heroes in all of Japan disappearing into the men's bathroom for an undisclosed amount of time with their girlfriend isn't something that's going to go unnoticed, especially at-" You cut yourself of with a small gasp as his thumb meets your clothed clit. "-at such a big event..." You finish, sounding less resolved as you close your eyes and tilt your head back. A pair of lips meet your neck, causing you to open your eyes and be met with soft green curls.
Izuku's hands curl around your jaw once more, turning you so he can kiss you. Katsuki pulls his thumb away from your clit in favor of spreading your knees apart and yanking your panties off, dropping to his knees so he can bury his head between your thighs.
"O-oh my god..." your groan is swallowed by Izuku's hungry kiss as your hand reaches down to tread through blonde tufts, tugging lightly as you try to pull Katsuki even closer.
He lets out a small grunt at the hair pulling, but obliges, tightening his grip on your thighs and harshly sucking. "Fuckin' hell, woman- be patient." he growls against you, sending vibrations up your spine through your swelling clit. Your arousal has started to pool, only to immediately get swallowed by the blonde.
"Says the one that dragged me in here for a quickie when he's supposed to be showing face at the gala," you shoot back, tilting your head so Izuku can suck and lick at the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a trail of soon to be hickeys that you don't have concealer to cover. Great.
"Shut it." Katsuki grumbles, shoving two fingers inside your cunt as he resumes his assault on your clit. You can feel the mix of spit and arousal dripping down towards your ass and it only makes you squirm even more.
Izuku's hands work on pulling the straps of your gown off of your shoulders so he can push the top passed your breasts and duck down you suck one of your nipples into his mouth. The rough pads of his fingers close around the other, pinching and twisting it as Katsuki adds a third finger.
The back of your head thumps against the mirror behind you as your moan echoes in the empty bathroom. "Careful..." Izuku grins, pressing a kiss to your hardened nipple. "We wouldn't want people to hear you..."
It's as Katsuki bullies a fourth finger into you that you realize what they're intending.
"Here??" You gasp out, biting down on your lower lip to stifle the moan that nearly rips out of you as Katsuki's fingers curl against that soft, spongy inside of you.
"Why not?" His gruff voice asks as he looks up at you; the sight of him on his knees, face so close to your dripping pussy as he looks at you through his lashes and his fingers pump in and out of you has you damn near speechless.
Nearly...
"I can think of 3 reasons off the t-top of my head- oh, fuckk..." you choke out as he and Izuku double team you; Katsuki curls his fingers back against your cervix as he sucks on your clit at the same time that Izuku sharply nips at your nipple.. "But those can wait- do that again," your chest heaves as your hands clutch at the counter aimlessly.
"Screw you both-" you groan, gushing around the blonde's fingers. "Just fuck me already! I'm prepped enough-" You feel more than hear the chuckle Izuku tries to hold back.
When Katsuki doesn't immediately pull away, pressing a few more kisses along your slick folds, you use your grip on his hair to yank his head back so you can meet his crimson gaze. "I said fuck me."
You barely get time to process his eyes narrowing into a dangerous glare before your pulled off the counter, your high heels clacking against the floor as you land on them. Katsuki shoves Izuku back against the counter where you just were. "What'd *I* do?-" "Shut up, Deku and get your pants down." Katsuki interrupts. If our girl wants to be fucked so bad, that's what she'll get."
As soon as Izuku frees his cock, Katsuki is manhandling the both of you again. He shoves Izuku back once more so he's forced to sit in the counter and then he's turning your back to him and lifting you so your straddling Izuku. Stepping between Izuku's legs so he can press against your back, Katsuki rasps in your ear. "Better keep quite, there's a lot of reporters out there that would just love to hear your desperate little noises so they can confirm what they're already thinking..." His grin is sharp against your ear.
His hands still on your hips, Katsuki pushes you down on Izuku's length. It presses into you hard and thick. Just before you can bottom out, you hear the sound of his belt and zipper coming undone before he lines his own cock against your already stretched out hole. With a gentleness that contradicts his behavior a second ago, he reaches between you to hook a finger into you and tugging, stretching you carefully more so he can slip himself inside as well.
Your head fall against Izuku's shoulder as you're filled impossibly. You can't even moan as you shift your hips, causing them to rub deliciously against all of the right spots. Your small pants and gasps mix with Izuku's muffled moans that he's hiding with his hand and Katsuki's ragged breathing.
"Oh, my fucking god," you swallow hard, rocking your hips down to try to adjust to the feeling of both of them inside of you. "A-ah... please... please move. One of you needs to fucking move-"
And they do. Izuku replaces Katsuki's grip on your hips with his own, slowly lifting you up before pulling you back down. You can hear Katsuki curse under his breath as he braces his hands on the counter on either side of Izuku.
Izuku begins to slowly thrust up into you, his hips grinding against your back. Katsuki's face presses harder into your neck as he groans, his cock twitching within you. "Damn, woman," he grunts. "You're so fucking tight."
You feel his face scrunch up as he starts to move with Izuku, his thrusts matching his, but opposite; one in while the other's out. The friction between their cocks within you is exquisite, and thanks to Katsuki's skilled tongue and fingers earlier, you can feel your climax building fast.
Your nails dig into Izuku's shoulders, no doubt wrinkling his shirt in the process, as you tip your head back so it rests against Katsuki's.
Grunts and moans fill the room, the marbled walls echoing your obscenity back at you as it combines with the lewd squelching of their cocks bullying your poor cunt.
A particularly loud moan leaves you as Izuku's cock hits your g spot and he keeps it there, grinding slowly into it just as Katsuki slams into it. The handle on the door jiggles and Katsuki's hand slaps over your mouth as a knock sounds. "Occupied!" The blonde growls out, still grinding inside of you with Izuku.
Spots dance in your vision at the relentless assault against your most sensitive spot and before you can stop it, your cry of pleasure slips passed the firm grip on your mouth. The doorknob stops jiggling and it goes eerily quiet as the three of you wait with bated breath.
After nearly a minute of nothing, Katsuki finally relinquishes his hold, shifting his hand to your neck, tilting your head back impossibly more. "Well, now someone definitely knows. Just couldn't hold it, could ya?" He sneers, slamming into you harshly,
The hard, deep thrusts are clearly affecting Izuku as well if the way he squeezes his eye shut and tips his head back is any indicator; their cocks rubbing perfectly against each other with each thrust. "No need to -mmh- be mean, Kacchan." Izuku manages, his fingers digging into your hips in a way that will definitely leave bruises in the morning. "She can't help it if she's a needy for our cocks," he adds with a small laugh, just when you thought he was on your side.
"F-fuck you both," You whine, already barreling towards the edge again thanks to the nonexistent window of reprieve you got after your first.
They both laugh, Izuku's a soft chuckle and Katsuki's a mean snicker.
"Whatcha think we're doin', dollface?" Katsuki snorts, gripping your waist for better leverage.
Izuku has gone quiet, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth and his freckled cheeks painted a pretty red and you know his close. His hips continue to buck up into you but his rhythm is starting to falter; long deep strokes turning into quick bunny humps as he gets closer and closer. Finally, his balls tense and spill into you as he lets loose a debauched groan.
Katsuki isn't going to be too far behind if they way his movements turn erratic tell you anything. With one last thrust into your cervix, you're cumming again, crying out helplessly as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. The only thing grounding you against the overstimulating ecstasy is the four hands tightly holding you.
Your pussy clamping down is his final straw. Katsuki slams him hips against your ass and keeps his cock buried as deep as he can as he floods your cunt with even more cum.
For a few minutes, nobody speaks. the bathroom silent aside from three ragged breaths.
Finally, Izuku speaks up.
You can feel them both shaking with aftershocks as they slowly release their holds on you. When you finally look down, you see that you're covered in your own juices, Izuku's cum, and Katsuki's. You swallow hard, feeling surprisingly unashamed of what you've just done.
"We better get you cleaned up," Izuku says, his voice still shaky. "We need to get back out there..."
Slowly, Katsuki pulls out of you, allowing Izuku to flip yours and his position so he can pull out of you without staining his slacks. You watch as his Adam's apple bobs, his eyes locked on the cum leaking out of your still gaped pussy. He's snapped out of it by Katsuki throwing his jacket at his head. "Hurry up, fuckwad," he tells Izuku. "We've already been in here long enough to draw suspicion."
All you can do is lean back against the mirror as they work on getting you, themselves and the counter cleaned up. As Katsuki takes a damp paper towel and starts to clean the mess from between your thighs, Izuku helps you fix your dress. He helps you get your arms back in the sleeves and turns to look for your discarded panties.
"She's not getting those back yet," Katsuki grins, pulling them out of his slacks' pocket to flash the fabric to Izuku before putting them back and fixing his tie.
Izuku turns just as flushed as you feel as he changes course to help you off the counter and stand you on wobbly legs as you pull your dress back down.
Another knock, this time accompanied by a voice, rings out, muffled by the thick wood. "Are you guys done yet? I really have to piss!" You can hear the shit-eating grin Kaminari wears.
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moonstruckme · 9 months ago
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Hey !
So I've just come out of a week with an absolutely awful cold where I lost my voice and it was absolutely exhausting.
So, if you'd like I wanted to request a poly!marauders x sick reader with fluff and coddling when reader lost her voice and they're being overprotective and soft . Maybe emt!marauders? As you'd like ✨️
Thank you 💕 🌸
Ugh hope you feel better soon my love <3
modern au
poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 915 words
Sirius’ thumb draws circles into the fat of your hip, your head heavy against his chest. You’re letting your cheek smush against the material of his shirt, your entire body lax with lethargy. You really feel mostly fine, but it’s difficult not to indulge in some self-pity when your boyfriends are treating you so tenderly. 
“Are you tired, love?” Remus’ voice is low and dulcet, his eyes honey-colored in the afternoon light spilling through the window as he watches you from his chair. 
“No,” you rasp. His eyebrows stitch together compassionately. “Just comfortable.” 
You can very nearly feel the smugness emanating from Sirius at that. He kisses the top of your head, and Remus rolls his eyes at whatever face he’s made that you can’t see. 
“Do you want to try to gargle some saltwater before you have your tea?” Remus asks. 
You sigh, sinking further into Sirius’ side. “Maybe later.” 
“Oh, sweetheart, please stop.” James hisses through his teeth as he carries in a steaming cup of tea. “It hurts me when you talk, you sound so awful.” 
You shoot him a wry look—thanks—and Sirius grins. 
“I think you sound dead sexy,” he whispers conspiratorially. 
You laugh, and even that sounds warped and awful. “Yeah?” you say, reaching up for the tea as James passes it to you. Your voice squeaks, cracking horrifically. “Just like this?” 
“Prick.” James sits down beside you on the couch, kicking halfheartedly at Sirius’ leg. “Don’t encourage her.” 
You have to quell your giggling before you trust yourself to take a sip of your tea. It’s so sweet you think it might be half honey, not that you’re complaining; the effect is immediate relief for your raw throat. Remus unpauses the film you were watching, and James pulls one of your feet into his lap, massaging it like a stress ball through the material of your fuzzy sock. Sirius is still drawing heavy circles into your hip, and despite your claims of alertness, you’re well on your way to actually falling asleep when you notice Remus has turned subtly away from the TV and appears to be scrutinizing you. 
“What?” you ask. 
“Sweetheart,” James begs, his fingers tensing around your foot, “please.” 
“You really won’t let me check your throat for strep?” Remus asks. 
For James’ sake, you confine your response to a shake of your head. 
“Why not?” he presses, fully turning his back on the film. “If it was strep, we could get you some medicine. I don’t like seeing you sick, dove.” 
You send him a sorry little smile, but your answer hasn’t changed. 
“Why don’t you let him just have a look?” James coaxes. Sirius’ free hand comes up, laying flat over your forehead as he checks again for a fever. 
“Because it’s gross,” you say. James winces but doesn’t complain. “And because I think my breath must be awful. It’s only been a couple of days anyway.” 
“It could be a lot longer if it is strep throat and you don’t treat it,” Remus points out.
James leans closer to you, beckoning. “Give me a breath, and I’ll let you know if it’s horrid.” 
“No!” you lean away from him, laughing. 
“Why not?” 
“Bec—” Sirius takes the opportunity to get his index finger in your mouth, wedging it between your teeth. 
“Sirius!” you squeak, all the s’s of his name reduced to vague shushing sounds. “What are you doing?” 
James and Remus snicker at your lisping, but Sirius is the picture of cool composure, watching you steadily as you wrap your hand around his wrist. You give a tug, but he curls his finger around the inside of your bottom teeth and holds fast. 
“I could sit like this all day,” he says, disgustingly proud of himself, “or you could let Remus check your throat for pesky little spots.” 
You stare him down. The problem with Sirius is, he stares right back, and it’s difficult to feel very intimidating when you’ve got his finger sticking out of your mouth. He drops one eyelid in a wink. You’re loath to give into his smugness, but after a few seconds you roll your eyes.
James takes your tea from you as Remus comes forward, getting out his phone light and stooping over you, and you allow Sirius to tip your mouth open. 
“Ugh, rank!” he jokes, immune to the glare you send his way. Remus ignores you both, steadying himself with a hand at your jaw as he peers inside your mouth. 
“Stick your tongue out, dove?” he requests, and you do, heat creeping up your neck. James squeezes your foot sympathetically. 
“I think,” Remus says softly, brows furrowing as he looks a moment longer, “you’re in the clear.” 
You let out a little cough, curling towards your chest as he steps away and James and Sirius cheer. 
“Told you,” you can’t help but say, voice scraping. 
“You were right, angel,” James indulges you, squeezing up the length of your calf. “So what does this mean?” 
Remus shrugs. “That it’s probably not strep throat. Could be anything else, we likely won’t know unless it gets worse.” 
“Steady diet of tea and honey?” Sirius asks gravely. 
“Certainly,” James answers in the same serious tone. “And rest. Lots of rest. Probably shouldn’t move on her own.” 
“So, business as usual,” you joke. Remus chuckles as Sirius stamps a kiss on the crown of your head. 
“Smart girl,” he praises. “Glad the fever’s not gone to your head yet.” 
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tpwk-formula1 · 4 months ago
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Hi! I would like to make a pizza order with a sicilian crust and res sauce. I would like green peppers, salami, spinach and mozzarella and no dessert. For drinks, I would like a coke and a wine for Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc please. Thank you
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Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu
sicilian crust dating red sauce rough sex green peppers "I'm gonna have that ass glowing red by the time I'm done with you" salami "Such a little cum slut" spinach "Awe I love to know I stretched you out just enough to take all my cock" mozzarella “All you ever do is bitch and complain, just fucking take it” coke spanking wine free use kink dessert no served by Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc
Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc x poly! reader
TW spanking, finger fucking, unprotected sex, creampie, blow job, cum swallowing, finger fucking, MDNI 18+
WC 1300+
Y/N POV
"Our hotel 8pm, do not be late" Max whispers in my ear making me nod softly before getting back to work.
As the day goes on I can't help but think about what's gonna happen tonight. This is how it works, when Charles and Max need a third they give me a time and a place and I'm expected to be there, and if I need a release I do the same.
I don't leave the Red Bull hospitality until late due to extra work needing to be done so by the time I'm knocking on the door ten minutes late.
"You're late," Charles said when opening the door.
"I'm aware, it's not my fault," I said while walking into their hotel room before plopping on the couch next to Max.
"I told you to be on time," Max says roughly making me shake my head.
"Tell Horner to not hold me late so you can wet your dick," I snap not enjoying the attitude I'm receiving from both of the men.
My attitude snaps something in Max cause the next thing I know I'm being dragged across his lap and pulling the skirt I'm wear up to expose my pale ass to him.
"I'm gonna have that ass glowing red by the time I'm done with you" Max says before landing a rough slap right on my ass, making me whine at the sting.
"Fuck," I moan when he sends another slap to my ass.
"Don't start being a brat now," Max roughly states before sending another hard slap to my ass making me scream out again.
"Fuck, Max," I groan when his rough hand is rubbing the place he just slapped.
I feel another 3 slaps fly down in quick successions making me jolt forward while screaming out at the quick and harsh pain that is sending pleasure straight to my core.
"No more," I moan out. The pain was far from unbearable but the throb between my thighs is becoming unbearable.
"All you ever do is bitch and complain, just fucking take it” Max says sending another several slaps on my ass making me moan.
When Max has reddened my ass to his liking I feel Charles's hands on my hip pulling me up and turning me around to pull me in for a messy makeout.
He leads us to the bed where he softly pushes me onto the bed before climbing on top of me and grinding his hardening cock into my throbbing core.
"Charlie, please," I whine bucking my hips up trying to get more stimulation.
"Patience," Charles mumbles starting to trail his kisses down my body, starting to pull my shirt up making me sit up slightly so he can pull it off all the way. Once my shirt has been discarded somewhere in the room he makes quick work of unclipping my bra and discarding it too before going back to kissing down my neck where he settles on my tits and pulls my nipple into his mouth and gives it a strong suck before moving to my other nipple.
I feel Max crawl into bed near my face before he's leaning down and pulling me in for another kiss making me whimper into his lips at hot rough he is being.
I feel my skirt and thong be pulled down and thrown to join the rest of my clothes on the floor before he groans making me gasp when his breath hits my pussy.
"She's fucking drench," Charles tells Max making Max smirk against my lips proud of himself.
"Such a good slut, getting drenched from your spanking," Max whispers making me moan when Charles takes a small lick at my clit.
"More," I moan needing Charles to pick up the pace. Charles listens but only slightly. He sped up his actions but was still moving at such a teasing pace making me moan loudly.
"Fuck, feels so good," I mumble against Max's lips.
Charles finally slipped a few fingers into my pussy stretching me out making me scream at the pleasure coursing through me.
"Fuck," I moan when Charles starts finger fucking me and sucking on my clit bringing me to the edge and threatening to fall into a strong orgasm.
"Cum for him," Max mumbles against my lips while pulling one of my nipples between his fingers and giving it a tug, and throwing me over the edge from all of the stimulation coursing through my body.
Charles makes sure to help ride my orgasm out while Max holds me down slightly making sure I can't wiggle away from the pleasure.
Once I start cumming down from my orgasm Charles slows his actions down before slowly pulling away. It doesn't take long for Max to pull me up the bed slightly before flipping me over so I'm on my stomach.
I instantly get on my knees and arch my back. I feel Max shuffle behind me before Charles appears in front of me with his shirt and pants off leaving me to stare at his large cock making my mouth water slightly.
I instantly pull Charles's cock into my hand before I start sucking on the tip making Charles hiss at the pleasure. While I'm slowly jerking Charles's cock I feel the tip of Max's cock start teasing my pussy making me moan around Charles's cock sending vibrations down on him making him moan.
When Max slips into my pussy I pull off CHarles's cock and scream slightly from how full I felt.
Awe I love to know I stretched you out just enough to take all my cock" Max groans when he starts picking up the pace of his thrust making me moan loudly before pulling Charles back into my mouth.
"Fuck, so good," Charles groans pulling my hair into a makeshift pony helping me to bob my head on his cock faster, making me gag around his cock.
I can feel Max's pace start to pick up making me moan that is easily muffled by Charles's large cock.
"Fuck, she's gonna cum again," Max groans to Charles making me clench around him from being talked about like I couldn't hear him.
"Cum for Max," Charles says making me instantly cum all around Max's cock feeling his hips start to buck erratically before feeling him start to cum deep into my pussy.
He continues to fuck me making sure to help us ride our orgasms out. I could tell Charles was close to the edge as well which has me pulling him all the way into my mouth and down my throat making me gag before Charles starts unleashing a large load of his cum down my throat making me start swallowing instantly.
"Such a little cum slut," Charles groans when he slips his cock out, making me whine slightly. I loved having Charles's cock filling my mouth up as much as he loved having his cock shoved down my throat.
I feel Max slowly slip out of my pussy making me gasp at the emptiness before moaning slightly when his cum starts to leak down my pussy and over my sensitive clit.
"God I could watch my cum leak out of this pussy all day," Max groans before swiping his fingers through my folds and pushing two fingers into my pussy making me moan.
"I wanna see you cum again," Max says while starting to finger fuck me.
"Fuck," I moan when I can feel my orgasm approaching far sooner than it should. After having two strong orgasms I get so sensitive it doesn't take much to cum again and Max knew this.
"Come on, cum for me," Max groans speeding up his fingers before bringing his thumb down to tease my clit making me scream out as I start cumming all over Max's fingers.
"Good girl," Max says while riding my orgasm out before slipping his fingers out and offering them to Charles so he can lick them clean.
"Fuck, that's hot," I whisper as I watch Charles twirl his tongue around Max's cum soaked fingers. Charles just groans at the favor before pulling away and placing a wet kiss on my lips making sure I can taste Max and I's cum mixing together.
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rukunas · 2 years ago
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angsty?? deku sucks here (sorry don’t kill me)
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“So?” His hands clasp together, steepled in anticipation. “What did that extra get you? Flowers? Chocolates?”
“Nothing.”
“Come on.” Dynamight smirks. “I need to know so I can get my girl something better.”
You scoff as you place the bouquet of fresh red roses in a vase on his desk, courtesy of his new model girlfriend. The note, marked with a perfect lipstick stain, taunts you. “Is it a competition?”
“When it’s with Deku?” Dynamight flashes his canines. “Yes.”
“You’ll win either way. I wasn’t lying. He didn’t get me anything.” You do your best to keep the vitriol out of your voice, but there’s still a sharpness hidden in your tone.
Bakugo catches it, smile disappearing and his brows pinching together in an uncharacteristic concerned frown. “Oh… That case from the Commission is probably kicking his ass right now.”
“Yeah.” You shrug stiffly. “Enjoy the flowers.”
You feel like a bitch. Dynamight is right— you’ve seen how much Izuku has been working, spending late nights at his office, traveling abroad, meeting with some big officials in the government. You even told him to not worry for Valentine’s Day.
So, why were you mad? You had no right. And yet, you thought…
Buzz.
Your phone: Sorry baby, will make it back late 2nite :(( Don’t wait up on me
Well. It didn’t matter what you thought.
The day seems everlasting, annoyingly so. You would know— having to watch each of your coworkers get their own little presents and cards throughout the day. It would be just as bad if you went home and swiped through your phone all day, watching couple after couple post about their date plans. Fuck it, you’ll just stay back in the office and work ahead, it’s not like you have anything else to do.
“The fuck are you still doing here?” A gruff voice echoes from the hall.
“Why are you here?” You shot back, eyeing the hero who leans against your door frame. You recall when you first started working for Bakugo as his assistant, nervous to even look at him in the eye. Now, you openly glare at him. “Your date is at 8. It was hard as hell to get that reservation, you better not waste it.”
“She’s busy, said it in the note. Where’s your date?”
“He’s busy.”
He hums lowly before looking away, staring at the clutter on your desk. Precious hero figurines that you’ve been collecting for years are propped up in poses, along with a picture of you and Izuku. It was from so long ago, you barely remember the memory.
“Would you—” He starts.
“Can I—”
Silence takes over as the two of you interrupt one another.
“Sorry. You go.” You gesture at him to continue.
“Come with me. For dinner.”
“Me?”
Maybe it’s an illusion, but you swear the tips of his ear go pink. “You said it yourself. I can’t miss that reservation. And you said you don’t have plans…”
“Okay.”
“Seriously?” He sounds surprised. It makes your lips curl upward, followed by a breathless laugh.
“Why would I say no to free dinner?”
“I never said I was paying.”
“Oh, shut up, Katsuki.” It was not an illusion, you conclude, watching as his cheeks turn the same color pink as his ears. It takes you a moment to realize you said his given name.
“Alright. I’ll start the car.” He turns to walk out. “Check your desk before you go.”
“Huh?” Too late— he’s disappeared around the corridor.
Suspiciously, you scan your desk. Maybe he left some form that needed your signature? A PR proposal? But nothing seems to be out of order…
Wait. You pause, breath catching as you find the one thing that definitely was not there before. The Limited Edition All-Might Golden Figurine—the figure that was one of the ten ever made, and one that you’ve always dreamt of getting your hands on— stands boldly at your desk. You don’t know how you missed it, not knowing when it was placed there. You feel warmth bloom at your chest, knowing the one person who’d given it to you.
With hands still shaking in excitement and awe, you send out a text: I love you and I love the gift! Thanks baby!!
You find yourself grinning from ear to ear as you pack your things into your bag and put on your jacket. As you do so, your phone buzzes. A happy sigh flutters from your lips as you rummage through your purse to grab it. You knew he’d get you something! He wouldn’t have forgotten Valentine’s Day! And he’s gotten you the best gift you have ever gotten—
?? What gift?
You roll your eyes at his faux cluelessness, moving to take a picture of the figurine. But, as you do, you catch the note stuck to the bottom of it.
The handwriting isn’t Izuku’s. Though, you recognize it immediately.
Happy Valentine’s Day. I hope I won.
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deusfoundry · 25 days ago
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hihi!! first of all i wld like to congratulate u on 200 and say that ive been following u for a bit now and im??? absolutely obsessed with ur writing omg???? and also if it's alright id like to request number 8 with zayne for ur 200 followers event please and ty!! <3
welcome home kisses with zayne
a/n: HII thank u sosoo much for ur kind words (saw the 2nd ask u sent ehe) and for sending this req in!! now im . gonna be honest the kiss itself ended up not being the star of this drabble and for that im so sorry 😭 but i hope u still like it!! <3
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zayne comes home to his apartment shrouded in pitch black darkness.
his arm rests against the wall, one hand reaching out blindly to turn on the lights in the foyer and the other moving to take his shoes off. he loosens the tie around his neck, slips off his jacket and the weight seemingly sewn into it. exhaustion from back to back surgeries settles within his bones. it's there, in the cracking of his joints and the faint, almost unnoticeable cramp of his muscles.
and yet, zayne has only one thing on his mind as he wades past the living room. his sock-clad feet take quiet, measured steps over the wooden floor, only stopping to briefly pet your cat when he feels her paw at the loose thread of his socks.
he pushes the door of your shared bedroom open.
the curtains are pulled halfway to each side. moonlight streams through glass windows, casting its soft rays at your sleeping form. it's almost as if you're drowning. in the hazy moonshine. in silk sheets and the warmth of the blanket pulled up to your waist. in the fabric of his shirt, so loose that it hangs off your shoulder to reveal a tempting patch of skin.
zayne approaches you, crouching down until he's leveled with your face. immediately, like it's a force of habit, his hand gravitates to move a cluster of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. the knuckle of his index finger brushes against your cheek, and the slightest touch of skin sends a chill down his spine.
his eyes travel across your face steadily in silent admiration, from your chapped lips to the bridge of your nose. from the fat of your cheeks to your stilled lashes under closed eyelids.
and that's where he notices it, the bags beneath your eyes staring right back at him. it serves as a painful reminder of how he's left you to fall asleep to an empty bed again.
his hand flies to the side, palms running up and down the length of your arm, the way he always does on days when you mirror the skies painted gray, yet they're free of rain. when tears are absent from the corner of your eyes, but you're in need of comfort all the same.
he leans in, the ghost of his lips over yours, and whispers an apology so quiet it fails to echo within the dead silence of the room.
"what are you saying sorry for?"
zayne freezes as you begin to stir to life.
he snaps out of his daze when you make a move to sit up. using the combined strength of your limp arms and his assistance, you lean back on the headboard of your bed. you stare at him, just barely through your squinted but curious eyes.
"i came home late again, i'm sorry."
zayne sees the brief moment of shock that courses through you, watches the way it's overtaken by a fond smile almost immediately. you scoot to the side, patting the space just wide enough for him to sit down. he doesn't waste a moment in following your little command.
you lean forward, dragging your body across the sheets until zayne finds himself just a hair away from your face.
when you're this close, zayne can do nothing but stare in awe at how your eyes shine brighter than the sun. at how someone who could hold the entire galaxy in the tiniest specks of their eyes could look at him with so much love.
"i don't care about that." you bring your hand up to his cheek, dragging your knuckle against his skin the same way he does for you. you move until your palm finds his jaw, using it as leverage to push yourself up.
zayne is pulled into a kiss that's so sweet, so tender in the way your lips move against his in slow, unhurried drags, a feeling strikes within his chest that's almost painful and certainly pleasant.
"all that matters to me is that you're home."
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ghosts-bandwagon · 2 years ago
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the boys reaction to the reader sending them lewd photos (with consent!)
Oof fuck yeah 😎
tw: slight NSFW/suggestive themes
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:
Oh sweetheart, you fucked up (in the best way obviously)
He got the text that said “for your eyes only ;)” with an image following after the text, he knew better than to open it around others so he waited. Even when he was alone waited.
And then when he finally decided to open it, hands shaking just a little bit, he was in awe
You were sat in front of a mirror, legs spread and on your knees, back curved to get that flattering angle he loved so much, wearing nothing but his balaclava, your hair poking out from under the edges, doe eyes feigning innocence, your free hand disappearing between your legs
He calls you immediately, white knuckling his phone while he’s adjusting his jeans, suddenly tight, uncomfortable, and far too warm
“You have any idea what you’ve done?”
“No clue what you’re talking about, could use a hint though.” He heard the shit eating grin over the receiver and could practically see you biting your lower lip, eye lashes fluttering in feigned ignorance
“Better find you on your knees when I get home.”
“Or what?” He heard the breathlessness in your voice, knew how much you loved it when he gave you orders. Still he had to at least hand it to you for trying to keep up the coquettish act,
“Careful, pet, choices have consequences.”
(On GOD that line makes me WEAK)
After that interaction, he went silent until you woke up to a text a few days later that reads ‘Home in 5’ the text was sent five minutes ago and you heard the lock clicking at the front door
Consequences, love
John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:
The least restraint out of all of them tbh
He gets your text and sees that there’s an attachment and he calmly dismissed himself from the group, they’re at a pub, celebrating a job well done and you decided to hang back and let John have his night with his mates team
As soon as he’s alone and he opens the picture, his hand is running over his face and his baby blues are like saucers
You’re on your back, legs closed and turned to the side to show off the curve of your hips that drives him feral, you’re wearing nothing but his dog tags, with one of them between your plush lips and the other resting at the center of your chest
“Sorry, lads, gotta run.” He’s back at the table, grabbing his coat and his keys
“Already? We just got here.” Gaz shouted after him as he practically sprinted out of the building
“Shame. Be seein’ ya!”
He’s well over the speed limit and fighting his keys to get them in the lock, in a matter of seconds he’s got you in his arms, kissing the breath out of you
By the end of the night, and well into the morning, there won’t be a single inch of you that hasn’t been lavished
John Price:
Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry. Da-
John is a patient man, he can bide his time well, knowing what it does to you
So when he sees the text and the attachment that followed, it wasn’t any different. He could wait. He knew what it was. He’s a patient man. So, just like Ghost, he waited. Except even when he was alone he didn’t open it. He’d text you as if he never saw the message and it had you wondering if it had any effect on him at all.
Sweetheart, of course it did. He could feel his phone burning a hole through his pocket despite being cool to the touch. But he wanted to wait until he knew for sure he was going home and when.
He was on the way home when he finally decided to open the picture and thank god he waited
You were sat in his favorite chair, legs crossed over the armrest, back arched over the other, wearing nothing but his hat, with one of his cigars lit between your fingers, you had captioned it with ‘what can I say? I miss my man’
If he’d seen the picture when you’d sent it, he wouldn’t be thinking straight for the rest of his time over seas. No thoughts. Head empty. Just bending you over one of the armrests and biting down on your shoulder as you’re crying out his name.
And that’s exactly what he did when he saw you.
Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick:
Oh honey, even though your text said ‘your eyes only’ he shrugged and figured no one was around to see so he opened it and his face went hot so fast, he barely had a chance to take a good look before he locked the phone and put it in his pocket.
He backed out of his chair rather clumsily and practically tripped over his feet trying to get to the bathroom
The lock had barely clicked when he dug his phone out of his pocket to get a better look and my god you looked delectable
You were wearing his cap and his jacket, which you left open, with nothing else. You were sitting on the bed in front of the mirror, legs spread, biting your lip, tweaking your nipple with you free hand
‘Wish my man would serve me instead instead.’
He didn’t even bother going back to meet up with everyone else, he just went straight home, he scooped you up in his arms, kissing you for all you’re worth, before placing you on the edge of the bed and dropping to his knees.
And serve you he did.
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ashprince-of-bel-air · 1 month ago
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Little Dove: Part 6
It's longer than the others, 2.2k words. Blame the Works Xmas party for this also the smut I promised.
Part Five
Taglist: @cherryheairt
Life in the palace over the last few days had been an adjustment for you. Not having to dress yourself was a big change, you had maids to help you every day, this was something that you would have to get used to now that you lived here. Asking for anything, even absentmindedly was strange, an offhand comment about wanting something turned into a full job, servants bringing whatever you dared to wish for within the hour. This life was unreal to you, it made you make a mental note of thanking Emperor Caracalla for this treatment, it was not necessary, but you appreciated it nonetheless.
Caracalla had not visited you since the night you were brought here, his duties having kept him busy, especially with new Gladiator Games coming up, they needed to be properly organised, a spectacle to honor the Gods for their blessings upon Rome. A few times you felt that he had possibly forgotten about you, that once he had his little dove caged away he would be happy, knowing that you were his little pet that no others could touch. You tried to not let it upset you, you were now living in luxury, a life that you had never dared to dream of, surely that would be good enough for you.
It had become easy to adapt into a new routine here, no overbareing father to punish or admonish you for wanting read and craft, such interests were unbecoming of a young woman in his mind. Walking the castle grounds in the morning was a new delight for you, admiring the flowers around the large pool. Though you spent large amounts of time in the gardens of your fathers palace, it was incomparable to the grandiose of the royal gardens. The rest of the day was your own, yours to do with as you please, no itinerary or chores to complete. Most days now were spent with you in the royal library, free to read in silence. One thing that nobody could deny was that you were blessed by the Goddess Minerva, a thirst for knowledge and a love for the arts had been bestowed upon you from an early age. The library was like paradise to you, books upon books about history, art and philosophy, you had never felt more at home than within these walls.
Clothes were a bountiful gift upon your arrival, piles of rich silken dresses now sat in your wardrobe, it was hard to imagine when you would have time to wear the ever mounting pile of gowns. You were unsure of who was sending you these garments, assuming that it was from senators wanting to gain favour with you and the emperor, now that he had so publicly chosen you. In reality they were from Caracalla, having felt bad for not being able to see you he instructed his servants to send you lavish gifts, to adorn you with the of what Rome had to offer. Caracalla had never so openly pursued anyone before, he was unsure how to apologise for his absence and so did the only thing he knew to do and buy your love.
Caracalla felt awful that he had not visited you, partly because you had been uprooted and placed here in the palace on his whim, yet also because he was desperate to see you, craving the feeling of your skin and the dream of your lips upon his again. Most of the blame was placed on his brother Geta, knowing that he was keeping him busy so that he could not see you. Geta never desired for a wife yet he now found himself jealous of Caracalla, a deep yearning to be loved was in both of them and now his brother had found someone to give that to him. Geta’s stalling had gone on for long enough, no longer could he use the excuse of the Games to keep his brother away. Today Caracalla promised himself that he would see you, he wanted to see you desperately. Ever since he saw you so enraptured with your room he wanted you. It made him feel loved, to feel appreciated as he watched your eyes full of wonder, stirring a warm feeling inside of him that he had not felt in years, he yearned for it, like an addict wanting more.
The Gladiator Games were set to begin at sunrise, an event you were expected to attend with Caracalla now that he had claimed you. The thought of attending with him in the royal box again made your heart flutter, this would be the first time you had seen him since the night he welcomed you to the palace. A memory you delighted in most nights, remembering the feeling of his lips upon your neck and the tender kiss you shared, the memory often made you blush. Though you were excited you also had an overwhelming feel of anxiety, you needed to look the part of an Emperor’s consort, yet you were scared you would embarrass him. You had been raised in a higher society than most, though there were certain intricacies and hidden rules that the ruling class had that you did not know, you wanted to impress the emperor, to feel worthy of the station that he had now granted you.
Caracalla could think of naught but you most days that he was planning the games with his brother, the way you laughed and blushed made him hard. In council meetings it was almost impossible for him to not rub himself through the cotton of his robes, desperately seeking relief as he thought of you, a beautiful image amongst the boring politics. He would roll his eyes as his brother spoke, bored and more than desperate for you now. It killed him to be away from you now that you were living in the palace near him, he wanted to sneak away and join you in privacy, to revere you as the goddess that you were to him, to worship you on his knees as you deserved, the only woman who could bring an Emperor to their knees.
Whenever Caracalla tried to approach your room he was diverted by some other issue that could not be ignored, he told himself that if it happened again tonight he would personally behead the man who stopped him, nothing would keep him from devouring you tonight, he was almost feral at the thought of you now.
Silken dresses were thrown all over the floor as you ransacked your wardrobe, the maids had offered to help you find a suitable dress, yet your pride won over, your new freedom and desire to choose the correct outfit yourself was stronger than the need for help. Dress upon dress was examined and thrown to the floor in disappointment, each one not meeting your imaginary standards for an Emperor’s consort.
Emperor Caracalla entered your room silently, having finally made his way uninterrupted to your room, his prior warning to the servants to not disturb him had been very well understood. He pushed the heavy door open as quietly as he could, wanting to surprise you and see what you did in your own time, to gain more of an idea of who you were. Instead of a simple visage of you reading or painting he was met with a wild version of you, your hair was untamed and you looked manic as you examined and threw garments to one side in frustration. The sight of you so unbridled made Caracalla smile wickedly, he already knew that you were not one to conform fully to normal rules, but to see you so unhinged excited him even more so.
Caracalla approached you slowly and silently, the wide smirk ever present on his face. “My love, why do you abuse those beautiful dresses so.” You turned to face him, startled that he was seeing you in such a state, wild and surrounded by crumpled fabrics. No words fell from your mouth as you looked at him, you tried to speak but was very quickly interrupted by his lips upon your own, giving a deep throaty sigh as you finally felt him once again. Caracalla held no regard for the dresses as he made his way to kiss you, he stood upon them knowing that he could order more in an instant if he needed, his only goal was to have you in his arms and kiss you, hearing your moan as he kissed you set him alight, he needed you now and an Emperor takes what he wants.
The kiss was brief but passionate, as soon as the Emperor heard your moans you were lifted up. Caracalla had grabbed your thighs and lifted you, walking you to the bed nearby and dropping you roughly upon the mattress. The dishevelled look of you before him drove him wild, your hair was wild and your dress was now barely covering your thighs, it was sinful how you looked before him, the epitome of seduction was laid before him, and he would not resist. It was not long before you felt his hands upon your thighs, the cold hard metal of the rings making you shiver slightly before him, praying his hands would ride up further and address the heat now burning at your core.
It felt like heaven to feel Carcalla’s lips upon your neck once again, this time though it was more desperate, like he was hungry to feel you, nipping at your skin and trying to leave his marks upon you, to claim you as his. “My Emperor” a soft giggle escaped you as you felt his teeth upon you. “You can’t mark me like this, the games are tomorrow” Your tone of voice was a tease, you did want him to mark you and leave love bites all over your body, yet you had to appear publicly in the morning. You felt the reverberation of a strained groan against you neck as he bit you once more, Caracalla knew you were right and he hated that he couldn’t devour you properly.
You felt Carcalla rest his head in the crook of your neck and moan, his hands now stroking over your body hungrily, taking in everything that he could. The kisses began quickly, from you neck to your collarbone, working his way down your body, ripping the nightdress from you as he kissed his way to your core, he wanted to kiss every inch of your body and a nightdress would not stop him. Once he reached your core he was gentle, kissing your wet folds and embracing in the fact that he made your body react this way. You felt the soft grip of his heavily ringed hands on your thighs, and it made you sigh, a sigh that made Caracalla dip his tongue between your folds, his tongue now painting masterpieces upon you, eliciting noises from you that you never knew you could make.
Caracalla drank you in as much as he could before kissing his way back up your body, each kiss was full of desire and desperation, he had wanted to devour and consume you as soon as you were brought to the palace. His teeth upon your neck made you moan again, you felt his hands upon your hips now, holding you in place so he could position himself before you. You felt a weeping tip against you, stretching you for the first time, begging for entrance. “I’ll be as gentle as I can my little dove.” Caracalla whispered in your ear as you felt him press inside of you. You had never known a man before, this was an intimate moment for you and the emperor of Rome was being gentle with you, you felt in this moment how much he desired and cared for you.
Your walls stretched around Carcalla’s thick length; it was painful initially but then you felt how good he was inside you. His hand upon your clit, thumbing it to bring you pleasure as he thrust gently into you. Where he would normally ruin virgins he wanted to savour you, you were his and he wanted to feel your pleasure, a pleasure that only he could give you. The heat began to rise inside of you, pooling in your stomach and desperate for relief, your moans were now music to Carcalla’s ears, spurring on each thrust inside of you, desperate to bring you to climax as much as he wanted his own.
Finally, you felt your first climax, it was a wave of white-hot pleasure over your body. Caracalla kissed your neck as you came, his own climax was not long after your intense one, your throbbing walls made it had for him to hold back, spilling his seed into you almost immediately after. Carcalla buried his face in your neck, panting as he flopped his body onto your own after his climax. Your sweaty bodies were stuck together as you both panted, out of breath from the intense session. “I will make you my Emperess I swear” Caracalla’s voice was ragged as he spoke, interrupted by his kisses on your neck. Though you didn’t fully believe him, you laid there embracing the fantasy of being his emperess.
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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 2 months ago
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Here’s a sleep token thought for you.
Lazy morning sex. With whoever you want, or what it would be like with each of them.
Run wild with it. Feel free to spiral.
(Please and thank you. I love your writing)
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a/n I’m supposed to leave for a conference in 20 min. What am I doing… when am I not horny for this man.
warning: iii smut duhhhhhhhhhh
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Morning light filtered through the room. The Saturday morning you two had been dying to spend together in peace was finally here. iii had been busy with the preparation of the tour. You had been swallowed by your nine-to-five job. Both came home drained and exhausted. Both with no desire to do anything other than sit in fluffy sweats and watch silly movies. But today was supposed to be different. You two had planned out the whole day together. Just you two and all the little things you loved doing before the chaos of life took that away.
You stirred slowly. A smile instantly spread over your face as you felt the warmth of your boyfriend next to you. Light snores still leaving his lips. You nuzzled closer, kissing his left shoulder as you inched towards his neck, cuddling deeper into his chest. iii’s arms almost immediately wrapped around your torso as he pulled you slightly higher onto his body.
“Morning..”, he muttered groggily, eyes still closed. “Morning, darling”, you mused, brushing your fingers through his hair. iii hummed at the feeling, turning his head closer to your touch. “How did you sleep?”, you muttered, knowing that he needed his rest before all the insanity of the upcoming shows. “With you next to me - it was perfect”, he nodded lazily, pealing one eye open to look at you. Making you giggle as you leaned in to kiss his lips. The movement left you hooking one leg over his torso as you pushed up against his chest. His palm met the back of your neck as iii pulled you into him.
You grunted into the kiss, rocking your hips slightly, “you’re alright hard?”, pulling apart you couldn’t help but giggle. “I’m not the only one excited to wake up to my girlfriend, okay”, iii shrugged, pushing your hips back and forth as you moved against his boxer shorts. Feeling the material getting damper immediately. A slight blush crept onto your cheeks.
“iii”, you whispered, brushing your nails across his lower stomach. “Looks like you’re excited too, huh,” pressing a palm to your back, bracing your fall, iii pushed you off him. Instantly crawling over your body instead. You kept your legs wrapped around him, feeling his hard on brushing between your folds, making you bite your lip. “Very annoying this shirt don’t you think?”, hooking a finger over the shirt you had on, iii pulled it up. Licking his lips at the sight of your hardened nipples.
“You’re so fucking pretty”, he hummed, kissing the valley of your breast before letting his tongue swirl around one of the peaks, sucking onto it softly. “iii”, you whispered, fingers threading through his hair as you pulled at the blond strands, before pushing him down even further. “If I spread your legs open, would I find you all nice and wet, baby?”, he muttered against your skin, sending a shiver down your back as you nodded eagerly. “Show me then”, he breathed and you instantly grabbed for his wrist, pulling his hand between your thighs, messily coating them in your arousal. iii grunted against your neck, “All this creamy goodness just for me?”, rubbing your slick folds up and down before pushing a finger into your already soaked vagina. “Jesus, fuck yes”, you clung to his bicep. Arching your back as you tried to take more of him.
“So responsive this morning”, iii chuckled. “You having touched me in two weeks, asshole”, you grunted, slowly fucking yourself over his finger, as iii watched. You two had been to rung out for sex most nights. You didn’t blame him. It was just that both of you were fully drained by life. “I could cum from your voice alone”, you whimpered as iii pulled his hand away. “Should we test that theory?”, he asked, but you yanked at his boxers instead, “If you don’t give me that dick, I swear iii”, you grunted, letting your hand swirl over the precum-coated tip, spreading it all over his girth. iii threw his head back, buckling his hips into your palm. “Still want to just talk?”, you teased him, keeping the steady rhythm as you worked him up.
Throwing the covers off you both, iii quickly followed the plush sheets with his boxes. Replacing your hand with his own as he watched you spread out against the white sheets, slowly cupping your breast. “I could bust just watching you”, he mused, pulling your leg up, and kissing down your calf. “Next time maybe”, you reached out pulling him closer, “This time bust instead me”, iii grunted at your words, making you chuckle.
“I fucking love you”, he mused, pressing the very tip against your entrance, pushing ever so slightly into you, before withdrawing. “I love you but please…”, your voice raised an octave as iii thrusted almost all the way, making your eyes roll back. “Fuck you’re so tight”, he nibbled at your shoulder, littering your naked chest with kisses. The sound of your juices gushing around his cock, filled the quiet room.
“Closer”, you pleaded, holding onto his shoulder as you pulled his chest over yours, iii instinctively pulling your legs to wrap around his torso. You could feel him deep inside you, nudging all the right places as he bottomed out every time, making you clench around him. That’s until he pushed your legs back apart, hooking his hands from beneath your hips. “I’m suddenly thirsty”, he mewled, “iii”, you whimpered, knowing full well what was about to go down. “Give me your champagne shower, love”, he smirked, before pulling you down onto his cock full force leaving you grasping for sheets around you.
You cried out, feeling the knot inside you unraveling. “Come on baby”, he urged, thrusting into you, “you’re close, I can tell”, he mused. “iii”, you whimpered, feeling the overwhelming pleasure blinding you, pushing at his hands, even though you don’t have the slightest desire for him to stop. “Be a good fucking girl and cum for me”, he cooed at you, bringing one of his palms between your legs, drawing circles.
“Baby… fuck”, you cried out his name, arching from the mattress as your orgasm hit you, making black spots dance all over your vision. “There you go”, iii mused, “Fucking…shit”, his thrusts faltered as he too spilled deep inside you, warming your body from within. But his thrusts picked up once more, igniting the smoldering fire once more.
“No”, you pleaded but iii only nods, “Yes baby”, your sensitive walls clenching around him as he bottoms out once more, rapidly circling your clit as he pushes your legs to bend at your knees, eyes already fixed on the spectacle. “Ahhh.. iii”, you cry out, tears leaking down your cheeks as the tide breaks once more. Gushes of your arousal wetting the sheets. iii pulled out, bending to lap at your puffy folds. Licking your thighs as he went along, your hands pressing into his prickly undercut, fully sending you into a sensory overload.
“Such a good girl”, he praised, kissing your stomach as he hovered over you once more. Your eyes meet for a brief moment before he leaned in to kiss you. Hungrily sharing the flavor of you two. “You did so well”, he pulled back, brushing the strand of hair away from your face. “You know they say slow morning sex…”, you breathed out, making iii chuckle, “You and I both know that we don’t do slow”, “I think I’m aware…”, you let out a huff, heart still beating fast. You two laid there for a moment before iii broke the silence, “I wanna go for a second helping”, “Don’t you dare”, you batted his arm away but he was already smirking. “iii”, you warned him before breaking into a giggle as he wiggled his eyebrows, “Not my fault that you are my favorite flavor, love”.
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disasterofastory · 10 months ago
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Fate (Ivar x Reader)
Fate Ivar x Reader Warnings: smutty, but no sex
Summary: Wedding night.
A/N: You can read it as a part of The Wanderer and Valkyrie, but works as a standalone too.
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The moon is bright and round at the top of the dark sky. It covers the city in a silvery hue, cascading down the roofs and highlighting the drunk idiots who found sleep in different places on the streets. They are lucky it's not cold enough to freeze them by morning. The weather is peaceful and clear, letting you see the stars glinting down at you as you pull the heavy doors shut.
The Great Hall is quiet and calm. The celebration is long over. The air is still heavy with smoke and ale. It fills your nostrils. The alcohol still pumps in your veins, making your chest light and your mind a bit dizzy. A lazy smile plays on your lips as your attention turns to the man sitting on his throne. He watches you too. The paint is smeared all over his face, but it is still not enough to hide the pink blush that spreads across his cheeks when your eyes meet. "I think I saw Hvitserk hugging a goat to himself outside," you tell him. "I hope it eats his hair," he replies, and you laugh. Ivar smiles at the melodic sound. "Don't be mean," you tell him. "He outdid himself today." Ivar can't argue with your statement. His brother really did everything to make your wedding memorable from the start to the drunk ending. "You are beautiful," he says instead. He didn't drink enough to admit his brother's surprisingly amazing wedding planner skills, but now as he looks over you, he starts to regret his decision. The smile you send his way is full of mischief. The white dress hides your curves but still shows off your breasts. He can see the hard peaks of your nipples. Necklaces hang from your neck, glinting in the dim lights. And the crown on your head fits among your braids perfectly. You really look like a queen. His queen. "What are you thinking?" You ask him. "A man who just married should look happier," you add, placing your thumb between his brows to smooth out the frown on his face. "I'm happy," he says. "I'm just... I still can't believe you chose me." "I told you, Ivar," you tell him. "Our future is written and sewed together by the Norns." He really wants to pay attention to what you say, but it gets harder and harder with every movement you make to get rid of your clothes. Soon, your dress pools around your legs, and you are bare in front of his roaming eyes. "Leave everything else," he says after you kick off your shoes. The blush deepens on his cheeks at his sudden order. Maybe he shouldn't give orders while clearly, you are the one who knows what you are doing. But he still doesn't wish you to get rid of the jewelry that adores your skin, highlights your eyes, and makes you so ethereal in his eyes. "Can I untie my hair?" You ask for his permission, smirking. "These braids are really tight." "I-I will do it," he says, clearing his throat. "If you come here." "How nice of you, my husband." The smirk is still on your face. You are mischievous, cheeky, and happy, while Ivar falls from awe to awe the whole time. Climbing up on his lap, you adjust your position above him until his hips are between your knees. "Is it okay?" You ask, letting some of your weight on his thighs. It's not enough to hurt him, but enough for you to be comfortable. "Yes," he croaks.
He is gentle and unsure. Your eyelids fall shut every now and again at the feeling of his massaging fingers on your scalp. You relax on his lap while Ivar is all tense and taut. His gaze wanders down your chest every time he is sure you don't watch him. He doesn't even know why he is so sneaky about it. He saw you naked several times, and you are his wife now. He can look at you all he wants. "Thank you," you sigh when he is done, and your wavy hair is free from the ties and decorations. The only thing he left in its place is the crown at the top of your head. "You are welcome." "How are your legs?" You ask him. You are so calm and content it almost drives him crazy. How can you be so collected while he falls apart with every passing minute? "They are fine," he replies. His every sense is so focused on you that he doubts he would notice if his legs were in pain. He doesn't care about his useless legs. He cares about your weight on him, your sweet smell, your soft touch, and the heat that radiates from you and cocoons him into relaxation. "What are you waiting for, Ivar?" You ask him, smiling. "Kiss your wife."
His kiss is familiar by now. His tongue traces the line between your lips until you open your mouth and let him in. His large hands land on your hips, squeezing your flesh while you nibble on his bottom lip before letting him push his tongue into your mouth again. Your chest is pressed against his. You can feel the heavy thud of his heartbeat. Your hands slip up on his arms, playing with the ends of the braids at the back of his neck. Your back arches to get closer to him. His low moan vibrates in your throat. "Wait," you giggle. Your word fan over his lips. "It tickles." "Sorry," he grunts, not knowing what else he should do with his hands. Your giggle turns into a smirk. "It's fine," you tell the man, grabbing his hands on your sides. "But here would be better," you add as you place his palms on your breasts. His fingers squeeze the globes in reflex. His eyes are wide as he watches his own hands. "You are so pretty," he says, flicking his thumb over your nipple before taking the hard peek between his fingers to pinch and pull on it. "Ivar," you gasp out his name, leaning against his shoulders. "Did I hurt you?" He asks with a hint of worry in his voice. "In a good way." Seeing the confusion on his face makes you smile again. "I will explain it later." Your lips meet in a kiss again. It's hurried and burning. His hands are still on your tits. They fit perfectly in his warm palms just as he thought they would. "What did I tell you once? When will we have sex?" You ask him. Your breath is hot against his lips, and he needs a few seconds to register your words in his mind. "We will be together when I know who you are." "And who am I, Ivar?" You ask, cupping his face with both of your hands. "Tell me." "You are my fate." Your lips meet again in a searing kiss.
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roostersbby69 · 3 months ago
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0.2 Fresh Starts
Bradley Bradshaw x reader
Summary: After leaving your abusive ex husband with your two kids. Tackling motherhood by yourself is a challenge. Getting to know a certain neighbor might lift some of the weight off of your shoulders.
Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, little bit of smut
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The next day, Bradley was taking his morning jog like he did every morning. The Navy kept him in shape and that led to making him a morning person. Which is probably how he got his call sign ‘Rooster’. He glanced at your house to see you in a robe checking the mail. He smirked and decided to bug you a little bit with his bright morning smile. That’s what neighbors are for, right?
“Morning, neighbor!” He waved as he slowed his pace at your driveway.
You eyed him carefully as you flipped through the mail, “How can you be running at 7 in the morning after you drank and partied all night long?” He noticed you never looked up at him while you said this, which was amusing as it seemed you were asking yourself.
“My job keeps me in shape.” He shrugged. “What have you got going on today?” He tried to start a conversation as he took in your tired state. He seemed like a morning person. As a mom, you were never a morning person.
“The usual, trying to find a handyman to fix my shower head and someone to build some furniture.” He watched as you turned to travel down your driveway back to your house.
“Hey, I'm off work today if you want me to help out.” He shrugged and wiped the sweat from his forehead. You now looked up at him and noticed he wasn’t wearing a shirt. His rock hard abs glistened with sweat as he took deep breaths. You looked up to his face and shook your head, “No thanks, I'll find someone.”
“Come on, I feel bad for last night. And it’ll be free other than hiring a handyman. I’m good with my hands.” He winked.
You scoffed and bit back a laugh as he stared you down waiting for an answer. “Fine, but only once.”
“Great, I'll go get changed and be over to start the job.” He nodded and jogged in place to get ready to return back to his own home.
“I have to get my kids to school, be here around 9.” You yawned and turned to go inside.
He nodded and threw a thumbs up at you before making his way home.
This was probably a bad idea.
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You watched his biceps strain against his white t-shirt that he showed up in. His tan skin looked great against it you have to admit. Standing in the bathroom doorway, you watched as he grunted against the stubborn shower head.
“Tough one.” He grunted again and stepped back to shake his head.
“Yeah, I couldn’t get it myself.” You nodded and mocked his stance with crossed arms.
“Nothing I can’t handle.” He said, determined to get it done for you. After all, he did offer to help. And what kind of neighbor would he be if he couldn’t help out?
You bit back a smile and watched as he placed his hands on the shower head once more and twisted hard. A loud cracking noise was heard and it finally popped off sending Bradley flying backwards into you. He twisted around and caught your head before it hit the tile floor. You gasped as his face was inches away from yours and he smirked slowly. “Got it.” He held the rusted up piece of metal in front of your face.
You rolled your eyes and pushed on his broad shoulders to get him off of you. “Thanks.”
When you finally stood up he threw the metal in the trash can and turned to you. “What’s next, boss?” He smiled like a school boy.
You shook your head with crossed arms and was almost in awe of his helpfulness. You were kind of rude to him the other night and here he was, helping you.
“You want a beer or something?” You asked as you turned out of the bathroom and headed to the kitchen.
“Beer would be great.” He smiled as he watched you bend into the fridge. His eyes scouted over your ass that strained against your jean shorts.
He stood straight as you turned to him with a brown bottle. “Thanks.” He searched around for a bottle opener, “You got something to open this with?” He chuckled.
“Oh, yeah.” You took it from him and placed it in between your teeth and cracked it open with ease.
He stood, amazed at what you had done before him. No girl had ever done that, not even a party trick could come close to how turned on that made him. He took the bottle in his hands and watched as you poured yourself a glass of wine.
You leaned against the counter and brought the glass to your lips. Taking a long sip, he watched you relax.
He also took a swig of his bottle before taking a look around the empty room. His head popped up when he heard you speak.
“This house is a wreck.” You never looked towards him as you stared at the boxes filled with items that were supposed to be put up by now.
He shrugged, “When did you move in?”
“Just a week ago. After I left my ex husband I took the kids and brought them here. We didn’t live too far away, just a couple of minutes. But away was enough.” You explained before taking another sip of the wine.
He nodded as he let you talk, “Nice place. It was owned by an older couple. They moved upstate for retirement.”
You smiled and nodded. The place really was lovely. A master bedroom with one smaller room and two bathrooms. One bathroom across the boys room and a bigger one connected to yours. A back patio and a small car shed with a yard for the boys to enjoy. You probably wouldn’t stay here long, just for a little bit to get started. It was the fastest and cheapest place to find since you were so eager to move out.
“I need to unpack.” You muttered as you closed your eyes in exhaustion.
Bradley watched as you straightened up from the counter and walked over towards the boxes.
“Is this all of your things?” He asked as he noticed the lack of furniture and the amount of boxes that stacked against walls.
“Not all of it, half of the things are in a moving truck. The others I'll have to go get from my old place.” You really didn’t want to go alone. But, you didn’t have any other option.
He nodded and walked towards the back of the house past the boys’ room. He saw a mattress on the floor and two l bed frame boxes leaned against the wall. A basket of toys was in the middle of the floor and a couple of books were stacked in the corner.
You hummed as you put away cutlery and plates. Completely forgetting Bradley was still in your house, you remembered after an hour or so and walked back towards the bedrooms. You passed by the bathroom and saw the new shower head was attached and the towel hangers were screwed on correctly. Walking further back, you stood in awe as each of the boys’ bed frames were completed and made with stuffed toys on them. Charlie’s was a little bigger and Westons was a toddler bed. The dresser was made and the box of clothes on top of them.
Bradley walked out of their closet and smiled when he saw you, “Hey, I was just fixing this shelf in here.” He nodded back to the closet. You nodded with an open jaw and admired his work.
“You didn’t have to do all of this.” You waved your hands around.
“Oh please, I’ve got nothing better to do. Besides, I like doing this kind of stuff.”
“What? Seducing girls with your muscle shirt and being the knight in shining armor?” You amused yourself and crossed your arms.
“No, I'm serious. I like building things and fixing problems.” He nodded and put the screwdriver on the desk by the wall. He smirked by raising a brow and turning to you, “But are you seduced?”
Your cheeks tinted as you rolled your eyes, “No.” Walking off to get away from his gaze, you went back to unpacking boxes.
He smiled as you walked away and followed you into the kitchen once again. You crouched down and opened the box. His gaze was fixed on you as you dug through the tea towels and glass cups.
You slowly stood up and walked to the cabinet to put away a couple of cups. Once finished, you turned around and saw him leaning against the fridge with a sweaty bottle of beer in his hand. His muscles in his biceps contracted as he brought the bottle up to his lips and took a long swig. His mustache hugged the top of the bottle and once he was done he licked his lips clean of the alcohol.
This was such a bad idea. You were supposed to be focusing on yourself and your kids' well being. But then again, your hormones are a part of yourself. He smirked as he caught you watching his every move. Bradley set his bottle down on the top of the fridge, which wasn’t a struggle at all for him to reach, and slowly walked over towards you.
You never moved from your spot as he stood not even an inch from your body. Feeling his breath fan your cheek, he took his finger and swiped a piece of hair behind your ear. His lips grazed your cheek and you tried to focus on anything else than the hot man that practically pushed you into the counter.
“What’s on your mind?” He teased as his lips moved to your ear.
You didn’t even know this man’s name. “What’s your name?” You blurted out pushing your head back to look into his eyes.
He smiled and chuckled, “Bradley.”
“Bradley.” You repeated under your breath to test it out on your tongue.
He nodded once you repeated it and smirked to himself, “Sounds good when you say it.”
Deciding to stir the pot, he brought his lips down to your jaw and barely grazed it just to tease you. He wanted to build the fire inside of you and figure out what pleased you.
“I can’t do this.” You shook your head, but your neck tilted to the side to give him better access and more space to litter his kisses on.
“Why’s that?” His movements never stopped as he traveled up your jaw and close to your ear lobe.
“Because, I’ve got kids and I just got a divorce.” You explained, but you couldn’t seem to hear yourself. You were so fixated on his hands and how they gripped your hips tightly and his lips how they ghosted your jaw slightly.
You had to fight back with every fiber of your being to not make a single noise. Not a whimper or moan. Trying your very hardest but the sexy man in front of you was making it literally impossible.
“I can’t be seen having sex with another man.” You pushed on his hard chest to make him back away from you.
“Then let’s go to the back.” He suggested and shrugged his shoulders.
“Bradley,” You started to say, but were lifted in his arms and were toted away from the kitchen. You were surprised at this. Never have you been carried away like this. It was every girl’s dream to be carried to bed by a muscled up man with a pornstar mustache. And you were living it right now.
“Bradley, we shouldn’t do this.” You gasped as his teeth nipped at your neck then kissed the spot soothingly.
“Come on, baby, let me make it up to you from last night.” He set you down gently on the carpeted floor, “I feel so bad.” He pouted and rubbed your hips. You knew what he was doing. He was trying to convince you and seduce you to let him ‘make it up to you’.
He pushed you back onto the bed and ground his pelvis into your heat once he spread your legs far apart.
It has been almost two years since you’ve had proper sex. After having your youngest, you and your ex husband stopped doing anything physical after he started drinking. You missed this exhilarating feeling between a man. What’s the harm?
You grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into your lips. The plush of his lips hit yours and immediately started to devour you. Your jaws opened further apart so you could fight against each other’s tongues. He was a good kisser. A great kaiser even. His kisses made you excited and hungry for more. His hands roamed up to your boobs through your tank top and kneaded at the flesh. He could feel your bra constricting him from getting to where he really wanted to be.
After your encounter last night, he thought about you until he ran into you in your driveway. Those arms and sweaty abs that were glistening in the sun were enough to make you almost drop to your knees and lick up every drop off of him.
He pushed you further into the mattress and shoved his lips further into yours. Your teeth clashed together and you didn’t mind one bit if he chipped it.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to you. You could feel his erection through the jeans he was wearing. Which means he must be big. Your breath shuddered as he moved his kisses down the front of your neck and to your collarbone.
You grabbed his face and brought it to your lips to kiss him with need. Your hands pushed at his shirt and rested your hands on his large pecs. He caught onto your little hint and tore his shirt off swiftly. He came back down and kissed you again with slick lips and wrapped his tongue around yours. His mouth tasted of beer and mixed with something else that made it much more delicious.
You spread your legs further and brought your hands down to press onto the tint in his pants. He groaned into your lips sending vibrations straight down to your clit. You moaned for the first time in front of him and felt him move to smirk against your neck.
“Jesus, Bradley.” You whined as he ground his hard dick into your clothed pussy. He pressed so hard into you it made you cry out. He dipped his fingers under your shorts and panties. Slowly dragging them down your smooth legs he felt the fat of your ass and laid you back onto the soft mattress. It was a little hard to get on your level since the mattress was laid on the floor. Bradley didn’t mind.
He spread your legs further and slipped the clothes off of your ankles and threw them across the room. One good look at your dripping heat was able to make a grown man cum in his pants. He dove into your pussy immediately and licked a thick stripe up your slit. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you cried out his name. He groaned against your clit and sent vibrations up your stomach. “Fuck, Bradley.” You gasped as the tip of his tongue prodded at your dripping hole.
He plunged one finger into you until he was knuckle deep and brought his thumb up to rub your clit fast.
“Shit!” You moaned and squeezed your eyes closed tightly. He held your legs far apart, making the feeling more extreme. “Say my name again.” He demanded as he stared up at you while fingering your pussy.
“Bradley.” You moaned and opened your jaw in pleasure. He smirked against your clit and curled his finger up into you. Over and over and over again he assaulted your g spot making your wetness spill out of you and into his fingers.
He moaned and kept drilling his finger into you trying to get every ounce of orgasm out of you.
“Fuck!” You moaned as he took his fingers out of you and took his tongue to lick your entire pussy in one stripe.
“Jesus, honey. Your’e soaked.” He laughed and saw your face heat up as you sat up and pulled your blanket over the middle of your legs from him. “I’m just teasing.”
“You really should go.” You scrambled for your shorts and underwear and pulled them onto your legs. He stood up and pouted, “What’s the rush?”
“My kids are probably on the way home and they can’t see you here.” You spoke as you hurried into the kitchen and saw the time. He followed you and nodded his head.
“Okay, same time tomorrow?” He teased as he slipped his shoes and shirt on beside the door.
You gave him a warning look as he smirked and winked at you.
“Thank you for the help.” You were very grateful for his help and it would've taken you much longer to finish without him.
“It was my pleasure. Call me when you need me.” He stuck a piece of paper on a cardboard box and walked out of the front door.
You walked over to glance at the paper and saw his number written down neatly.
Watching him walk back to his house you shook your head.
That was a bad idea.
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novaursa · 3 months ago
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Hi, can I request a rhaenicent x reader (male or female, your choice) . Reader is a Targaryen and a renowned fighter of the seven kingdoms. They win a joust and crown both Rhaenyra and Alicent as their Queens of love and beauty. Thanks !
A Crown to Share
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- Summary: Your father sneaks you into the tourney. You win and name Rhaenyra and Alicent as Queens of Love and Beauty.
- Pairing.: Alicent Hightower/female!reader/Rhaenyra Targaryen
- Note: The reader is Daemon's daughter.
- Rating: Mild 13+
- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround
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The tourney grounds of King’s Landing are alive with energy. Banners flutter in the crisp morning air, the vibrant colors of houses across the realm proudly displayed. Lords and ladies fill the stands, their anticipation palpable as they murmur about the events to come. It’s an impressive gathering, with knights in resplendent armor lining up, each determined to win glory and honor.
In the center of the commotion, unnoticed, stands a lone figure clad in polished steel. Beneath the ornate breastplate and mail, your heart races. The helm hides your face, and the crest upon your shield and surcoat are unmarked, giving no indication of your true identity. Daemon had made certain that no one would suspect a thing. You are just another knight among many, your true nature concealed.
“You’re certain about this?” he had asked that morning, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of pride and amusement. He had always encouraged your fiery spirit, your desire to fight, to be seen as more than a princess. But even he knew the risk you were taking today.
“More than anything,” you had replied, determination hardening your voice.
And now, standing here, you feel the weight of those words. The clamor of the crowd fades as you focus on the task ahead, your grip tightening around the lance in your hand. The lists are set, the first match called. Knights clash, wood splinters, and steeds rear, the cheers and groans of the crowd rising with each decisive blow. You watch, feeling your pulse quicken, every victory feeding the fire within you.
When your turn comes, you spur your mount forward. The world narrows to the length of the tilt, your opponent a looming shadow ahead. With a shout, you charge, your lance leveled, heart steady. The impact is shattering. Your opponent is thrown back, the crowd roaring as he falls, unhorsed and sprawled in the dust.
From his seat high above, Daemon watches, a smirk curling his lips. His eyes never leave you, and you feel his gaze, feel the silent encouragement in it. He knows you are capable; he has trained you himself, after all.
Round after round, you fight with the skill and ferocity Daemon instilled in you. Each victory feels like a triumph, but your true goal is yet to come. As the final match is called, the stands hold their breath. You face the last challenger, a knight famed for his prowess. The clash is brutal, each blow ringing like thunder in your ears. But you are relentless, pushing him back until, with a final, powerful strike, you send him crashing to the ground.
The crowd erupts. You dismount, every step measured, your breath heavy inside your helm. The herald’s voice booms, announcing the victor. And then, in one smooth motion, you remove your helmet.
Gasps ripple through the stands. Shock spreads like wildfire as your hair spills free, your face revealed to all. Whispers of disbelief, of awe, rise as those who know you recognize the daughter of Daemon Targaryen, the cousin of Rhaenyra.
Daemon’s smirk widens, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. He leans back in his seat, watching the chaos you’ve unleashed with a mixture of pride and amusement. You’ve done what no one would have expected, proven yourself in the eyes of the realm.
With steady hands, you take the crown of winter roses from the squire beside you, its delicate petals a stark contrast to the hardened steel of your armor. The crowd watches, silent now, as you cross the field to the royal box where Rhaenyra and Alicent sit.
Rhaenyra’s eyes are wide, her lips parted in surprise. Alicent’s gaze flickers between you and Rhaenyra, a flush rising in her cheeks. You meet Rhaenyra’s gaze, your heart pounding in a rhythm that has nothing to do with the battle just fought.
“Father,” you had asked your father the night before, voice soft, hesitant. “Do you think they’ll understand?”
Daemon had laughed, his hand resting on your shoulder. “If they don’t, my daughter, they will have to learn.”
Now, standing before them, you kneel, offering the crown to Rhaenyra first. “Princess,” you say, your voice carrying over the hushed crowd, “I name you Queen of Love and Beauty.” The roses gleam as she takes the crown, her hands trembling ever so slightly as she places it upon her head.
You turn to Alicent then, your heart a fierce, steady beat. “And you, Lady Alicent,” you continue, your eyes meeting hers, “I name you Queen of Love and Beauty as well.”
There is a moment of stunned silence, then the crowd erupts once more, a roar of approval and shock. You smile, something wry and secretive, feeling the weight of their gazes.
“You’ll have to share the crown,” you say softly, just for them, and something in Rhaenyra’s eyes lights up, a spark of warmth that matches the one in Alicent’s. The tension between them is visible, an unspoken bond that you’ve only ever seen glimpses of.
“Bold as your father,” Rhaenyra murmurs, her voice carrying a note of admiration.
“Bolder, perhaps,” Alicent adds, and you catch the way their hands brush as they each hold a side of the crown, their smiles hidden but present.
As you rise, the cheers of the crowd washing over you, you feel something settle in your chest. You’ve done more than win a tourney today. You’ve made a statement, to the realm, to your family, and, most importantly, to yourself. Daemon’s laughter, rich and proud, echoes across the field, and you know he, too, understands the significance of what you’ve done.
The day may be ending, but this victory, and what it represents, will linger long after the sun sets over King’s Landing.
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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months ago
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Monster, Inc. 4
Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.
Summary: your boss is an asshole, you know this. But what happens when he turns his wrath upon you? (plus!reader)
Characters: Lloyd Hansen, this reader is known as Missie.
Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜
💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼
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After a quick Google and a few reviews, you decide on a brand. You pick a box off the shelf. It should do the job as long as you apply it properly. You’re not so worried about yourself. 
Something drops along the edge of your vision and you peek over. A man walks away ignorant of the card left behind. You hurry to scoop it up. 
“Excuse me, sir, you dropped--” You click to a stop in your heels as he faces you. You smile as he mirrors your expression. “Peter!?” 
“Hey, Missie.” His brown eyes beam back at you. “What are the odds?” 
“It’s been so long. Um...” you look down at the card then wiggle it at him. “You dropped this.” 
“Oh, uh, thanks.” 
He accepts the card with a dimple in his cheek. You look at it and realise it’s nothing special. Just a loyalty card from Roasters. It is a great shop. 
“Haven’t heard from you since the paper. You said you’d keep in touch.” He shifts his stance so another customer can squeeze by. 
“Yeah, uh, I meant to. I’ve been really cruddy at keeping up. Work is so busy and--” 
“What’s that for?” He quickly redirects as he points at the box in your hands. “You dye your hair? Wouldn’t guess it.” 
“Oh, no it’s for... my boss,” you giggle. 
“Your boss. Right. I’m sorry, what exactly do you do now?” 
“I’m a PA. My boss is just demanding. That’s all. But it’s good pay and it keeps me on my toes.” 
“Ah, I left the paper too. Started my own photography business.” He explains. 
“I saw that on Insta! I follow you. Your stuff is so good.” 
“You follow me but you don’t message,” he crosses his arms. 
“I’m sorry,” you pout. You rattle the box in your hands. You don’t want to be abrupt but you really can’t keep Mr. Hansen waiting too long and you still need to grab shampoo. 
“We should catch up. How about dinner? What are you doing tonight?” Peter asks. 
“Oh, er, nothing.” 
“Great. How about Zak’s? That old sandwich shop near the paper. I remember your fave; the spicy italian with extra pickles.” He grins triumphantly. 
“Sure, that sounds awesome. Just... send me a message, okay? I gotta get back to my boss.” 
“Sure, don’t let her work you too hard,” he steps out of your way. 
“He,” you correct him. “It’s not hard work, just a lot.” 
You sweep down the aisle and grab a clarifying shampoo on your way to the checkout. Even just a few minutes is too long for Mr. Hansen and in his state, you don’t expect him to be any calmer. All you can hope for is that the remover works out. 
Back at the office, you measure your dread. It won’t be that bad. You can fix this. Maybe. You grabbed some dye too, hoping maybe you might be able to even everything out after. 
You drop your purse on your desk and flit over to Mr. Hansen’s office. You knock and hear him groaning from inside. As you enter, he’s bent over his lap, holding his head. He sits up so fast his chair teeters. He faces your chirpy greeting. 
“Mr. Hansen,” you sing, “I got everything we need.” 
“Why the fuck are you so cheery?” 
As you look at him, like really look at him, you find it hard not to laugh. He really does look awful. He’s not exactly your type but he isn’t too bad most days. The black dye just washes him out. He looks like Dracula if he was in a 70s adult flick. 
“So, we need to wash your hair. I figured we can use your sink. I even grabbed a towel.” 
“You think of everything, don’t you?” He hisses. 
“Sir, I think we can fix your hair.” 
He scowls and stands. He shakes his head and slinks to the en suite bathroom. You follow with the bag of goodies. He looms with arms crossed as you put it on the counter and unpack. 
“You can put the towel around your collar to keep the remover from dripping. Tuck it in to--” 
Before you can finish, his shirt is half unbuttoned. You turn to unbox the remover and peel the seal of the bottle as you quiet. Whatever’s easier, you suppose. He hangs his shirt on the back of the door and comes back to you. You get a glimpse of his chest hair in the mirror. 
“Alright, erm, bend over the sink and we need to wash your hair. How about you put the towel over your eyes--” 
“I can handle it.” He snatches the towel and folders it over his forehead and eyes. He bends over the sink. His broad shoulders strain as his muscles tighten. “Don’t fuck up my hair.” 
You want to tell him you don’t think it can get worse but you know better. You take one of the paper cups from the stack and crank on the faucet.  You feel the temperature before you fill the cup and carefully pour it over his head. You wet all the strands and squirt shampoo onto his hair. You lather it up, scratching his scalp with your nails. 
“Mmmph,” he purrs as your work away. You smile. He’s a bit like a cat. Cranky but manageable. 
You rinse his hair methodically. You make sure not to get any near his face as you use your hand to redirect the water. When you finish, you help him cover his hair with the towel. 
You roll in his chair from the office and have him sit. You rub the moisture of his hair with the towel and drape it around his shoulders. You pull the gloves on and mix up the remover in the bottle then take the comb out of the box. You go to Mr. Hansen as he sits, looking despondent. 
“It fucking reeks,” he wrinkles his nose at the odour. 
“I did warn you but once we rinse it out, you’ll be good as new.” You comb his hair back, then forward, and pull out a thin section. You slather it on precisely as you work through the strands. 
As you pay close attention to your task, you feel the tension ease from him. When you get through the longer pieces on the top of his head, you push the back again. You use your gloved fingers to do his sides, rubbing in the remover on the buzzed stubble. As you do, he closes his eyes and leans into your touch. 
Well, it’s better than him being angry. This might be the most relaxed you’ve ever seen Mr. Hansen. 
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moonstruckme · 8 months ago
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have a bonfire - send a character + a trope (one bed, fake dating, etc.) and I’ll write a drabble
hm what about remus lupin + sunshine x grumpy !! in which he is the grumpy ofc 🙌
Thanks for requesting angel!! Luv u <3
cw: mention of alcohol
Remus Lupin x sunshine!reader ♡ 653 words
Remus is reading his book more out of spite than interest. You’ve gone to get drinks with Sirius, removing yourself from his lap, which has put him in a worse mood than anything else all night, even the loud neighbors Sirius has invited over or the relentless congeniality that makes you incapable of not chatting up anyone who comes too close. 
When you come back you’ve brought James with you, and Remus relaxes as you situate yourself back on his lap, passing him a drink and letting him settle his free hand on your hip. He’s not sure how it happened, but Remus has found that he feels significantly better when he always has a hand on you. 
“Moony,” James greets him with a full-wattage smile, “you’re looking positively surly this evening.” 
“Her fault,” he replies, making you laugh and peck him on the cheek with your booze-sticky lips. 
“Right, of course.” James takes a sip of his own drink, sharing a look with Sirius. “Your bird’s a real menace, it’s just like her to bring down a mood.” 
“He’s just grouchy because I made him come tonight.” Your tone is teasing but there’s not a lick of real acrimony in it, and you grin when Remus squeezes your hip warningly. “But Rem, listen, it was totally worth it!” You seem to forget James and Sirius, your attention focussing solely on him. You have this way of making Remus feel like he’s standing in a pool of sunlight when you do this, looking at him all warm and bright and extra special. “You remember how I said Frank and Alice were going to get together in the next two weeks?” 
He hums in affirmation. 
“Well, guess who Sirius and I just saw making out in the kitchen?” 
Intrigue sparks in his chest, and Remus feels his brows lift. “Really?”
“Yes!” You’re thrumming with excitement, eyes gone all heart-shaped. “They’re so perfect for each other, I knew it would happen!” 
He rubs your hip tranquilizingly before you can wind yourself up to go congratulate the happy couple or spread the news or anything else that would take you away from him. “You called it, dove.” A pause. “Does this mean we can go now?” 
Your eyes crinkle, and Remus sighs as you kiss the bridge of his nose, dropping his head onto your shoulder. “We’ve only been here an hour,” you say into his hair, “but we’ll go soon, I promise. I’ll make that nighttime tea you like, and we’ll have a nice, long cuddle before bed.” 
You’re so good to him it’s impossible to truly deny you anything, but Remus turns his head to nip at the skin of your neck anyway. No one can see his smile when you squeal and clutch at his shoulders, giggling. 
“I’m offended you want to leave so badly, Moony,” says Sirius. “What’s so awful about my party?” 
Remus sits up, prepared to give him an extensive list, but you peck your boyfriend sweetly on the lips, pacifying him. 
“Nothing,” you tell Sirius, directing your smile his way. An irrational sort of jealousy rears its head in Remus’ chest. “It’s a great party! Your new neighbors are awesome, by the way.” Remus knows you really mean it, despite how those neighbors came in, drank half the liquor, and have yet to lower their voices since it entered their systems. You’re infinitely kinder than he is. “They’re so funny! I’m sure it’ll be a riot living next to them.” 
“Thank you, gorgeous,” Sirius says with a pointed look to Remus. “I really like them too, I’ll probably invite them to everything from now on.” 
Remus groans and hides his face in your chest, your body rumbling underneath him as you laugh. He feels your lips press to his hair. “Sorry, handsome,” you whisper. “I’ll make sure you never have to talk to them, yeah? I’m an excellent buffer.”
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dollwritesarchive · 2 years ago
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So I saw you were a bit on the fence for writing Zhongli (Genshin) and I figured maybe sending a little blurb request couldn’t hurt, maybe you’ll figure out if you enjoy writing for him, so if you’re still taking blurb requests -
Zhongli being awakened to his size kink when he sees his hand wrapped around readers throat for the first time + a sprinkle of breeding kink cause’ it’s good for the soul
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), size kink ( reader is significantly smaller ), light choking, breeding kink, almost cnc, all characters featured are 18+
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ i really can’t get a read on him at all BUT I REALLY ENJOY HIM; please be kind my only knowledge is through dialogue clips. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3
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he was flustered.
no, beyond that.
the golden in his gaze twinkled with bewilderment when you whined for him. “Zhongli,” you cooed, grasping at his wrist and guiding it upwards. your eyes sparkled, pupils blown out with need as you elicit the tiniest puffs of hot panting— locked in a passionate stare with him as he took his time with you; filling you with slow, deep strokes until your back is arching off the bed. “choke me.”
he never would’ve done it had you not asked, he was never the type to allow his lust for you to take possession of him and weaken his resolve. you were small, and to him, fragile. he would’ve chosen to use those fingers to gingerly caress your steaming cheek, or trace your pretty, soft lips before he kissed them.
however, now that they curled around your vulnerable throat, he felt a moan slip from his lips before he could cinch them. his stomach lurched, and his eyes lit up. he hadn’t expected to like it so much. “You enjoy this?” he asks, though he can see the pleasured simper on your parted lips as you take shallow breaths; you nod with a happy whimper, and his hips snap forward with more force than you’re used to— spurred by this new, ferocious and mighty feeling. your eyes widen, and your body jerks in turn, breasts bouncing, but you hold on to his wrist with both hands, and mewl delightfully.
“My little darling likes to feel overpowered, does she not?” he croons, leaning back to admire the way you were splayed out for him. “Small and helpless?”
Zhongli couldn’t help himself; as his amber jewels raked over every inch of your naked frame, he could see each glistening runner of perspiration, he could watch your lungs inflate, and he could see his fist gripping your thin neck. his hand was so massive against it that he was able to use the soft pad of his thumb to caress your clavicle.
another nod, accompanied by the faintest, cutest gasp for air when he slammed himself home once more. it was the deepest he could go, and the deepest he’s ever been before— deep enough to hit your limit and see the shock on your face when he did so.
“Y—you’re so—“ you were whispering, stammering, with your knees trembling against his ribs, “d—deep, oh my g—“
the god hadn’t anticipated how addicting that look of awe and euphoria on your features would be to him, but he wanted to keep it there, forever. his free hand grasps one knee, pushing it back towards your chest. you whine, but allow the pretzel, following with the other leg until your ankles tickle his earlobes.
“And you are such a… good, little girl… for taking me so deep…” he groans, each word punctuating an incredibly deep thrust; every time the shape of his cock bulged against the inside of your belly, your head spun. Zhongli leans over you once more, pressing his weight against your legs to bend you open to him further, and draw himself closer to your face. it was contorted in frustrated nirvana, your brows knit together and your mouth hanging open. but, your eyes were big and innocent— even as he fucked you hard and deep, even as he squeezed your pretty neck, you looked celestial. and he couldn’t take it.
“I can’t hold myself back,” he pants, ragged against your lips before smothering them with his own, “I need to cum inside you.” your back pushed off the bed, encouraging the breeding. you wanted nothing more than to feel him come undone. with his firm grip on your throat, he eased you back down against the mattress, and pinned you there, “Stay right there for me, little girl,” he coos, hips rocking faster— chasing that high. you cry out his name, and he swallows the sound as his lips suffocate yours, “let me flood your womb, let me fill you until you’re ready to burst. Let me breed you, I need it.”
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