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[hussyknee]

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[neo-nomatrix]

CAN’T TOUCH ME LIKE GOJO

what gojo does when he’s jealous

cw - gojo uses red as a punishment, smut, jealousy, possessiveness, riding, teasing, kinda toxic gojo idk, bratty reader, rough gojo

Gojo was making you mad, beyond livid. He had brought you to this stuffy gala full of his balding colleagues and ditched you! You found solace in the bar holding an aperol spritz staring at your husband. He was beautifully dressed cream suit with a million dollar smile as he talks to his coworkers about business.

He hasn’t even thrown you a glance since he left your side. Normally you would still be next to him acting as arm candy but for whatever reason he left you to drink your sorrows. You assumed you would be stuck there for another hour or two with nothing to do. Until Hiromi Higuruma approached you. A man you had no idea was even distantly related to Gojos company.

“Mrs.Gojo, a pleasure seeing you somewhere besides with Satoru,” The man teases.

“Hiromi! Are you here to save me from this awful night?” It seems the lord has answered your prayers.

“You’re not enjoying yourself? Doesn’t Gojo normally keep by him at all times?” He asks, taking a seat next to you.

“Something’s up with him I guess, I’ve barely seen him all night and it’s horrible!” You complain.

“Oh sweetheart, how could he possibly treat someone as pretty as you like that?” He moves a piece of your hair out of your face and stares at you.

“I know! I mean he invited me here, and then has the audacity to leave me,” You pout to him.

“For the record, I would never treat you like that,” he smiles at you.

You look over at Gojo and he still isn’t looking in your direction. You decide to tease both the men a little more.

“Really? Do you promise ‘Romi?” You give him your best doe eyes and touch his bicep.

“On my life, sweetheart,” You both smile at each other.

In the corner of your eye you see a head of white hair coming toward you. Panic sets in but you can’t help but rub your legs together. You continue putting your hands on Higurumas chest to further instigate the situation.

“Babe, there you are! I’ve been looking all over for you,” Gojo pulls the back of your stool so you can’t touch Higuruma anymore and he wraps a large hand around your waist, “Higuruma, you’re also here.”

“I was just talking to your gorgeous wife Gojo. After you left her alone to talk to those gross executives,” Higuruma says.

Gojos jaw clenched and he squeezed your waist. His look of disgust apparent on his face.

“I think it’s about time my wife and I leave. Should I call you a cab Higuruma?” Gojo says.

“I’ll be alright,” Higuruma laughs.

Gojo pulls you away from the bar and quickly takes you away from the party. He ignores everyone asking where he’s going or trying to talk to him. Immediately as he reaches the car he opens and slams the door for you. He doesn’t speak a single word on the way home, despite your efforts to start conversation.

As you reach your home he’s immediately getting you through the door and up the stairs, he shoves you onto the bed as he removes his jacket. You hear him muttering swears under his breath.

“Do you enjoy being a slut who pisses me off? Hm? I mean really, what possibly do you get out of this?” He starts to undo the first few buttons of his shirt before he grabs your chin.

“I asked you a fucking question,” He growls at you.

“You left me! You left me all alone! I don’t know what you wanted from me, to just sit there twiddling my thumbs until you came back?” You argue at him, giving a big pout.

“What I don’t want is for you flirting with that piece of shit in front of everyone? You know how embarrassing that is, not only for me, but for you?!” He slips off his boxers to reveal his semi hard cock.

He pulls you up and puts you on your knees. He’s on his back and your face is inches away from his cock. But before you can wrap your lips around him something stops you. A force you can’t describe, red. He activated his repelling force to punish you.

You’re confused, upset, even angry at him. His usual punishment involves him overstimulating you but apparently not this time. You try to get past the barrier, using all your might to touch his cock. Yet nothing works, he’s the strongest after all.

“What did he call you?” He asks you, releasing red for you until you almost touch him, then activating it again.

“Sweetheart…” you whisper to him.

“And you fucking let him. That’s the part that pisses me off the most. I know he can’t have you, fuck, he knows it. But it doesn’t seem like you do,” He says back, piercing blue eyes scanning your face.

You crawl on top of him, the barrier between your pussy and his cock still apparent. You try desperately to grind down on him to no avail. Tears start to form in your eyes but Gojo doesn’t seem to care.

“You want it inside you, sweetheart? Or do you want ‘Romi?” He mocks you.

“YOU! I just wanted your attention, promise! I got so mad you left me by myself. See?! All i want is you,” You whine as Gojo smiles at you.

In a moment the red hue turns blue and you get sucked down onto his perfectly aligned cock. You’re stuck to him like a magnet. His size makes you scream and want to pull away, but you can’t. As soon as you pull away you’re sucked back onto him, you thought torture wasn’t supposed to be addicting.

“Fuck Higuruma, fuck him and all the stupid guys there. You thought i wasn’t paying attention to you? I wanted you so fucking bad I had to stay away or else you’d be on the floor with my cock inside you,” He grunts, hands gripping your waist.

“Toru! It’s too much!” You’re full on sobbing at this point, legs shaking and body sweaty.

“You don’t want him right? It was just to make me mad, right baby?” He asks you desperately, his hair falling perfectly in front of his eyes.

“Yes! I just wanted you to fuck me, I swear,” You squeal.

His hips rut into your sloppy cunt as both of you moan and pant like two bunnies in heat. His fingers expertly tease your clit and he sucks blue and red hickies on every part of your body. He’s holding you as close as possible. His thrusts get sloppy and his moans get slutty.

“Gonna cum inside you baby, gonna fill my pussy up everyone’s gonna fucking know you’re mine,” He says in your ear.

“I’m gonna-“ Before you can even finish your sentence you pulse around his cock cumming so hard you see black.

He follow not long after, spurting hot ropes of cum inside you. He gets as deep as possible to ensure nothing slips out. He releases the technique and you fall on top of his chest, breathing like you just ran a marathon.

“Holy shit baby, that was so good,” He says, smiling.

“Yeah… i wanna take a bath,” you look up at him.

“Okay my love, just promise me one thing. Never make me jealous again.”

[cherriesnpapaya]

Fashion Killer - LN

In which Mr Norris is left speechless over a sundress.

Warnings: NSFW - smut. unprotected sex, oral (both male and female receiving / giving), friends with benefits, soft dom!lando,

Lan <3 - are you coming to the race?

Miami Grand Prix. In which the men on the grid couldn’t get away from models. Families definitely weren’t invited to this exhilarating mess of a weekend.

On my way sweet cheeks, please find me the coldest drink you can. - sent

Lando couldn’t care less what model they had behind him, trying to seem interested in the sport. He was watching her walk to the paddock in that ridiculously perfect sundress.

Loose, hung perfectly over her american doll legs. The cream of the linen light and only complimented by her brunette hair curled to perfection on her sides. He could practically feel how soft the stands felt as his hands gripped his bottle.

The tan she sported a crude reminder of her skimpy attire she had been living in whilst they lounged around the villa the last few days. He got them the quiet space, filled it with his friends to distract everyone and then revelled in her presence.

Bright smile on her cheeks as she waved for the cameras. Max Fewtrell by her side as they came to join Norris after supporting Fewtrell with his racing activities.

“How are you dressed in that.” She groaned, slipping onto a stool next to him. Lando had to peel his eyes off her legs before he ditched the car to catch a ride instead.

“My job, honey.” He chuckled, holding out his bottle for her. Bad idea.

He watched her lips wrap around the straw. He’s taken back to when he was teaching her how to use the bottles, and somehow ended up with a blowjob.

Final calls were being made to start the pre race media, so Lando stood up and opened his arms for his friends to fall into them.

“Go get em tiger.” She chuckled, the bottle handed back to him with the deep pink stain of her lipstick around the top of it. God how Lando wished to be a straw.

He certainly got them, coming first place for the first time in his career. He dripped with sweat, and some water he’s poured over his face, gleaming ear to ear. His tan still deep golden next to his orange suit.

The celebrations were never ending. From the crowd, his team, other garages and of course his fellow drivers. They poured into his villa, music and drinks flowing freely. The hum of chatter with the occasional cheer as the winner would join conversations. He worked his way round, trying to find the girl he’s been thinking about every second of the day.

“Thought I’d lost you.” He made her jump, slipping into her room. She turned from her position in front of the mirror, earrings in hand.

“I was just going to change.”

“But you look fit.” He could help but speak his mind. The filter between them had been lost about 6 shags ago.

“Have caught you staring a few times.”

“Oh no, punish me for my crimes please.”

He sneered, falling back onto the plush white bed. She rolled her eyes, placing the earrings down. The carpet muffled her steps, letting her slip between his open legs quietly.

“Aren’t you meant to be celebrating?” She teased, arms crossed as he peaked a look at her:

“I am, what’s my prize?” He hummed, sitting up to place his hands on the back of her thighs. Cheeky eyes gazed up at her, watching as her lip caught between her teeth. His thumbs worked circles into the soft skin. She didn’t know if she was desperate, but it felt like they slowly moved inwards.

The music vibrated through the floor, which she was quick to notice when she dropped to her knees. Lando couldn’t help the smirk taken over him, quickly removing anything in the way. He propped back on elbows as she finally took him into her hands.

Profanities rough from his throat as she took him down hers, tongue tracing the vein down the side of him. Bobbing her head, tongue piercing running over his top just how he liked. He throbbed, excitement having built up all day. She hummed, smirking when his head would fall back from watching her.

“Shit baby c’mere.” He ran a hand over her jaw, pushing her off his stained cock. He had the stamina for races in incredible heats, but she knew just how to ruin a man. He slipped off his tshirt in a blink, hands back glued to her hips as he pulled her to straddle his legs.

When she moved to slip her dress off, he caught her wrists, pushing them behind her back to drop them there. Her insides giddy with the move, grinding down slowly on his crotch.

“No chance. You’ve been teasing me with this all day.” He spoke against her neck, leaving sloppy kisses and sucks on any exposed skin. She didn’t even notice his fingers lingering over her panties, moving them to the side.

“Lando.” She whined, arms now hooked around his neck. He kneaded her arse, hips, tits as he sunk into her slowly. Her head rolled, moans covered up by the sounds of some asap song underneath them.

He could barely speak, weak moans fell from his open mouth as she took more control. Moving up and down at her own speed, occasionally rolling her hips to get him to hit that one spot.

She gasped, eyes shut as she rolled continuously into the same spot. Lando knew the tightness, he knew what it meant for you to get close.

“Just like that pretty girl.” He cooed, fingers brushing slowly over her clit in an aggravating manor. A string of swear words left the previously painted lips as she rolled, now mixing between rutting against his fingers and his cock.

Thank god for the loud music as she came for the first time that night, her body spasms into his as the rocking comes to an end.

“You good?” He checked, hands playing with the hem of her dress.

“So good.” Practically drooling, Lando chuckled at the cock drunk girl slumped into him. He attached his lips to hers, lifting her up to swap them around. Her legs rested over the end of the bed, not having a chance to even prop herself up before Lando licked a stripe through her folds.

It was a guilty pleasure of Lando’s, enjoying her body’s reactions to the way he rolled his tongue over her bud. Her legs wrapped around his head, before spreading again as she ran her fingers through his curls. She moaned out as Lando spat into her opening, the smile on his lips almost pushed her over the edge itself. And there she came, for a second time.

“You’re so gorgeous.” He complimented, overwhelmed by the look of her on the bed currently. Fucked out, face flushed and smiling. Hair sprawled out over the mattress, looking like a goddess. It made him harder to just look.

“Fuck me Lando.” She pulled him back in, heel digging into this back causing him to practically fall forward. He pretended to be shocked, moving her ankles to hang over her shoulders as he got right back to it.

“So fucking tight.” He hissed, fucking in and out of her and she swore he was in her stomach. He knew he was nearly fucked out, her nails digging into his stomach hinted the feeling was mutual.

Before he could pull out, he was pushing the warmth into her further. Moaning out probably a bit too loud, stilling completely as they both caught their breaths. Once he had pulled out, he was helping her clean up, pulling the dress back down to sit perfectly again.

“Wear that dress for me again sometime.”

“That’s a boyfriend privilege Norris.”

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Thank you for reading! New to the scene, so send any prompts/inspo over. I hope to write lots more for ya ;)

[arcielee]

A night of pleasure.

Paring: Ser Gwayne Hightower x Female!Reader Word Count: 1.7k+ Warnings: AFAB Reader, the newest Hightower serving cunt, dom flare perhaps?, oral (m receiving), p in v, edging, masturbation with a sprinkle of voyeurism Author’s Note: This is a slight alternative of Baela not noticing them, so Gwayne and his merry men could tell Crispy to fuck off and they found that place off of Rosby Road. Thank you my Tumblr kindred spirits who helps me brainstorm, and a huge thank you to my beloved @aemondsbabe who beta read and helped me make sense of this smutty smut.

You awaited in a row with the other girls who had been called down by your Madam for review. It was often on behalf of some big bellied lord who was traveling along Rosby Road, who would choose which one he would take his pleasure from with sweaty grunts and moans, but tonight was different. 

The honorable guest in question was Ser Gwayne Hightower; he walked the line with a smirk playing on his lips and his eyebrow arched with his scrutiny that came in-hand with his privilege. He was undeniably handsome though, with copper tones against alabaster skin and a dusting of freckles you only noticed when he finally paused in front of you. 

You straightened enough, poised for display, burning as his gaze relished over your figure. The murky cobalt blue of his eyes darkened with his smile. 

“I want her.” 

Tonight you are the envy of the other girls. You can feel your thighs tensing with your anticipation as you follow him into the room. You remained by the door, watching as he pulled his tunic over his head; your eyes washed over him, admiring the muss of his red hair to the pale planes of his chiseled chest. 

He caught you staring, another smirk on his pink lips. “You should undress,” he said, more a command than a request. 

You burned under his heady stare, your fingers quick to unlace your gown and allowing it to puddle at your feet. Your cream chemise underneath was sheer with the candlelight of the room, an amber glow that poured over you both. 

He moved closer towards you, his hand moving to cup your cunt and feeling through the cloth that covered it; you  were bare beneath, your heat already pooling into his touch, and he hummed his satisfaction. He leaned closer, his breath hot in the shell of your ear. “This as well, pretty girl,” he said and his words bolted through you; you removed it, completely bare before him. 

“Now on your knees,” he gave the husky command and you sank to the floor at once, looking up at him through your lashes. “Good girl.” 

Your eyes fell to his waist and you could truly understand his arrogance that was heavy between his thighs. He wore his breeches low on his hips with a tease of golden hair that dipped towards the thick outline that pressed from his crotch. Your fingers trembled to touch, but he gave another hum of encouragement which emboldened you to loosen the laces and pull out his cock. 

Ser Gwayne was kinder than most. His virtue was his patience as he watched your wonder. You gave a tentative lick and a kiss at the base; he throbbed as your tongue curled underneath, following up towards his swollen cockhead. You could taste the salt of him and you shifted, moving slowly to take him inch-by-inch until your nose pressed against his lower abdomen. 

He groaned, something that vibrated through you, and his hand rested on the nape of your neck, not forcing you but also keeping you in place. His hips bucked and your fingers bit into his thighs, your eyes watering from the lack of air, and only then does he release his hold. 

You coughed, tears streaming down your cheeks, and you saw his satisfaction blatant on his beautiful face; your thighs clenched, your body betraying you. You spit on your palm and your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock again as your mouth moved to reclaim his length, your wet gag mixing with another guttural groan from him. His hips rutted against your face as you slurped and sucked; you were quick to find a tandem with his thrusts, his cock throbbing against your tongue. 

He pulled away from you. “Get on the bed.” 

Another command that you are eager to follow, a slick already spilling between your thighs. You sat yourself on the edge, your thighs plush and your arms rigid at your sides, waiting. 

He moved towards you with deliberate steps that gave a lewd sway to his cock, shining with your spit. Your mouth watered, eyes blown, and you looked up when he chuckled. His finger curled under your chin, tilting your head back further to meet with his heady gaze. “You seem almost desperate for more,” he observed with another smile. 

Before you could answer him, he pushed you back, his hands wrapping around your ankles and propping your feet against his chest, folding you in half into the mattress.

You tucked your chin to your chest, watching his hand guide himself, following your silken slit before he slowly sank into you. You moaned and your hands moved under your hips, canting to try and accommodate his size that was splitting you in half. 

He paused once he was fully sheathed, a low groan pulling from the back of his throat with how you fit around him. He was flushed, rose and golden in the lighting, a lustful black swallowing the color of his eyes when he looked down at you. He moved, his hands pressing into the back of your knees to balance himself as he began to fuck you into the bed. 

You were panting with his brutal pace, your hands knotting into the sheets. His hips snapped against you, filling you with a passion that builds in your core. You dared to lift your hand, your fingers flitting to touch the bloom of nerves above your entrance; it was a trill of pleasure before being stopped suddenly. 

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

You felt cold with his words. He pulled away, perched at the end of the bed, his cock red and glistening as he watched you. You clenched around nothing, spilling and staining into the linen from the tease of pleasure that now aching through your bones. “Please, ser, I did not mean to offend–” 

His hand wrapped around your ankle and he pulled you back towards the edge. It does not take much for him to move you until your torso was pressed against the mattress, your knees touching the floor. You felt his weight pressed to your back with a heat that had you squirming, and he chuckled. “You have not earned that yet,” he said, blowing softly in your ear.

Gooseflesh rippled over your skin with your pitiful mewled response, your hips wiggling for friction. Ser Gwayne tuts, pulling away, and his one hand gripped onto your hip to hold you still. You tensed as you felt his cockhead dragging through your silken folds, coating himself before he moved to fill you once again. 

The new angle sparked something at the bottom of your spine with flames that prickled across your backside as his stroke went deeper and deeper. Your hips bucked back, meeting with his building motion, and his hands bruised into your hips with his brutal pace, the wet smack of skin-to-skin as he fucked you. 

You clawed at the sheets, your mouth falling open, a wordless plea for release that was trilling to your nerve endings and teasing you once again. As your velvet walls began to flutter, he hissed, pulling back to pump himself to completion; you could feel his pearly spend spilling on your arse. 

You wished to bury your face and cry, your body thrumming for a release that you were denied again. Your palms pressed to wearily push yourself upright, turning to look at him. 

Ser Gwayne was standing, already tucking himself away. The brilliant blue of his eyes returned with a shine that looked you over. “Do you feel you have earned it, pet?” 

He was teasing you, his lips ticking upwards. Your thighs clenched again, your head nodding. “Then you may now touch yourself.” His tongue clicked at the end, and your eyes widened. You were rooted until he spoke, “I will not tell you again.” 

You scrambled to lay back onto the bed, uncaring of how his sticky spend seeped into the sheets. You grabbed for the pillows to lie against and you spread your legs for his show. Ser Gwayne was rapt to watch from the end of the bed, almost stoic as his eyes settled onto you. You do not look away, bringing your fingers to your lips and suckling before they dropped below to touch yourself, just as he commanded. 

His jaw ticked with your salacious gesture, which was mostly unneeded as you were still wet and wanting, but it allowed a genial glide for your fingers to find your pearl. Your blood rose to the surface, beckoned by his bold stare and by your precise touch that uprooted the abandoned pleasure that had been pulsing earlier. Your fingers circled to pull a low moan, and his eyes fluttered at the vision you made: so pliant and plush, so very obedient. 

“Just like that,” he rasped, his eyes unable to tear away. His hands flexed at his side, blood pouring until his cock was half-hard. “Let me hear you.” 

You licked your lips, your moans spilling louder as your fingers continued, returning you back to tip you over that precipice with a honeyed burst of passion, pulsing thick onto your hand. It comes as a sobbed release, your chest heaving to catch your breath with how it shattered throughout; you melt into the mattress, boneless. 

“Let me taste you.” 

You opened your eyes, wet lashes clumped together, to see the gentleman gone to madness; he kneeled between your thighs, his fingers dimpling with his hold on you. His head dipped, a deep breath and a murmured, “Heavenly,” that tickled your skin. He placed an intimate kiss to the blossomed bundle of nerves. You cried out, your thighs tightening to a vice around his head, and he groaned against your wet cunt. 

Ser Gwayne pulled back to look at you, his eyes lust-blown, and moved up to capture your mouth for a first kiss, stained with your tart taste that glossed his soft lips.

“You did so well for me,” he praised, nestling against you for another kiss. It was deeper this time, his tongue curling to your own, and your pulse began to flutter in your veins, your passion renewed. “I have decided that I will be keeping you to myself, all night.” 

hotd masterlist || arcie's navi

[eudaimaniacs]

bedsheets (logan howlett x female reader)

character/universe: logan howlett/wolverine (x-men/marvel)

word count: 947 words

warning/s: full-on smut (minors, dni).

notes: i am back after a week of stressful preliminary exams. i can't wait to write again. and also, happy birthday to the handsome hugh jackman. have a good day, and enjoy!

The Texas summer was different, requiring you to change your clothes and bedsheets constantly. You had to wear little to none because of the excessive sweating. While you were melting under the sun, Logan enjoyed the view. He loved the short shorts you wore that you would discard later. The sight of the thin, transparent strap accentuating your ass made him crazy. There wasn’t one day where Logan would almost rip your underwear to shreds before fucking you like an animal.

This day was no different. However, you had to change the bedsheets after having them for a week. The mixed sweat and fluids of yours and Logan let out a foul smell. It was disgusting to sleep and have sex on it. Logan wouldn’t admit it, but he loved it. The combined scent of the love you two had for each other drove him crazy.

Dressed only in your t-shirt and underwear, you removed the soiled bedsheet and put on the newly washed one. The sweet, lavender smell overcoming your nose made you smile. You couldn’t wait to lie down and sleep on it. It was extra special since Logan decided to fix the air conditioner that broke down one searing day. He was wearing his signature white tank top and those tight jeans. The cat-haired man was focused on ensuring the air conditioner was in good condition.

After putting on the new bedsheets, you went to the kitchen to eat some ice cream. You turned on the electric fan as the inevitable sweat began to drip. You cursed the cruel Texas summer as you ate spoons of chocolate ice cream. The clacking and boom of Logan fixing the air conditioner filled the air. As much as you hate the loud sounds, you are relieved that both of you are going to sleep in peace without sweating through the night.

“[Y/N], check the air conditioner,” Logan shouted from the bedroom.

You stood up and put the ice cream tub back inside the freezer. Almost removing your sweat-filled shirt, you made your way to the bedroom. The cold air surprises your hot body. The sensation of getting cooled from the cruel summer felt nice. Finally, you and Logan won’t sweat every night, so you won’t have to change the bedsheets constantly.

You kissed Logan and remarked, “Nice job, darling. Now I won’t tire myself changing disgusting bedsheets.”

The older man smirked and massaged your exposed butt. You see the outline of his penis hardening in his tight jeans. You sighed as you knew the bedsheets were getting soiled, not by the combined sweat but by the fluids. Logan groaned as he caressed your breasts and made your nipples perk up. You moaned as you squeezed his jeans, making Logan elicit a loud growl. You giggle as you break the kiss and remove your shirt.

“You don’t mind messing the new bedsheets, princess?”

You lie down on the lavender-scented bedsheets. Your tits bounce as Logan begins to unbuckle his belt.

You smirk and giggle before begging him to mess up the newly changed bedsheets with you. You spread your legs, and that made Logan even crazier. The transparent fabric is now wet with your arousal. The glisten of it invites Logan to let out his animal. Even with his penis wanting relief, Logan wanted to taste your pussy first.

He kneeled at the end of the bed and began to eat you out. You grabbed the sheets as the sensation of Logan’s tongue sent you to ecstasy. You whined and called out Logan’s name. Logan licked your pussy as if it were an ice cream on a cone, melting under the sun.

“You taste so sweet, [Y/N]. Already wetting the bedsheets, you naughty girl,” Logan grunted as he rubbed his penis against the mattress.

As you felt your high crashing over, Logan stopped eating you out and discarded his jeans and underwear. You groaned at the sudden halt of your pleasure. However, in exchange for its absence was his dick finally entering you. Logan lifted your legs and put them over his shoulder. He slowly entered inside you, and you felt the outline of his penis growing in your stomach.

You moaned as Logan started pounding away. Your boobs bouncing at Logan’s sheer animalistic power. He growled as he saw your flushed face overwhelmed with pleasure. Logan squeezed your tits as he continued to thrust inside you.

“Logan, it-i-it feels s-so good!”

You try holding on to the headboard or anything at all. Your legs were tired already. However, you wanted to chase your high. Logan kissed your legs as he quickened his pace.

“L-Logan! I’m, fuck, I-I think I’m c-close to c-c-cumming!” You shout as you feel your stomach twisting at the upcoming wave of pleasure.

Logan growled and whispered, “Fuck, come on, princess. Cum. Cum on my cock.”

He picked up the pace as he wanted you to orgasm. Your eyes roll at the back of your head as the overwhelming sensation of his penis fills you. Logan relaxed his thrusts as he fucked his fluid inside you. He pulled out and lay next to your shaking and sweating body. You sensed Logan’s warm cum flowing out of your pussy.

Logan kissed your forehead as he took care of you. You smile and put your face in his chest, listening to the beat of his heart.

“Sure, you don’t care about the messy bedsheets, princess?” Logan whispered as he massaged your back.

You softly smile and look at his eyes before replying, “I am always happy to mess them as long as you fuck me, Logan.”

eudaimaniacs - 2024

[themultifanshipper]

Hiiiii ❤️ Could you please write something driverxreader (I’m partial to Carlos but it can be any other you thinks fits the prompt):

Reader wants to surprise him and set a really sexy mood but when he comes home he’s not in the mood (bad race/shitty offers or whatever). So the kick is that he tries to pretend he is into it because all his exes have sort of pushed the “driver’s stamina is endless and men are always on the mood” stereotype and he feels pressured to perform. Reader notices and ends in some sort of fluffy conversation about enthusiastic consent needed from both parts.

IDK if that makes sense but if it does I’m sure you’ll do something amazing with it.

Luv ya! Bye ✌🏽

The race had not gone well for Carlos. A DNF was always hard to take, and you were determined to make him feel better, by any means necessary.

Warnings: Issues around consent, discussing consent, bit angsty, then fluffy, then goes completely unhinged, I'm talking breeding kink, I'm talking getting pinned down and RAILED and BRED (this fic is a roller coaster ngl), mention of pregnancy, cream pie, cum, spit, my disgusting kinks are exposed here (but the smut is at the end so you can stop after the fluffy bit)

You'd set up the apartment perfectly, scented candles, flowers, the works. You'd even made his favourite cookies, having got the recipe from his mother the week before.

So when he walked in all sulky you took the liberty of removing his coat and wrapping your arms around him, kissing him sweetly to welcome him home.

He hummed contentedly as the smell of the cookies invaded his senses and he gasped.

“You didn't! My favourite?” his eyes shone with affection as you nodded.

He took as step towards the kitchen, to follow the alluring smell, but you stopped him with an arm around his waist.

“There will be plenty of time for cookies after” you purred.

“After what?” he asked, genuinely confused.

“Come with me” you said mysteriously as you led him though the corridor into the bedroom.

This was the thing with Carlos, he was insatiable (he was a rich hot competitive man, after all) and you’d come to find that you could fix anything with sex.

Bad race? Sex. Problems with the team? Sex. Bad football results? Sex. Bad weather? Sex.

He was always up for it, you were always up for it, so you dragged him to the bedroom, where you'd set up a few candles to set the mood, and sat him down on the edge of the bed.

You climbed onto his lap, his hands naturally coming to wrap around you as you kissed him deeply.

He sighed into the kiss and you took the opportunity to wrap your fingers into his hair and pull, earning a grunt from him.

“I'm sorry about your race baby” you said sensually, pushing him down to lay on the bed. “Let me make you feel better”

You leant down and kissed along his neck, where you knew he was sensitive, and you gently ground your hips down, making him gasp and let out a low moan.

He lifted himself up enough for you to take his shirt off, as your mouth went lower. His nipples were one of his most sensitive spots, the lightest of touches usually getting him desperate and needy, but all your tongue managed to elicit was a light hiss.

His hand came up to cup the back of your head to keep you there though, so you took that as a good sign.

“Does that feel good, baby?” you asked, and he nodded, eyes closed.

“Want me to go lower?” He licked his lips before answering the most noncommital ‘yes' you'd ever heard.

He was probably a bit too in his head, so your hand went to slip inside his pants.

And that's when you realised… he wasn't even half hard.

Carlos would normally be dripping and begging by now.

“Baby?” his eyes were still screwed shut, and there was a slight wobble in his lower lip as he answered.

“You can keep going…” his voice was so low you barely heard him.

“Carlos look at me” it was an order, your voice taking on the serious tone that Carlos knew meant business.

He looked down at you with unshed tears in his eyes. “I'm sorry”

The tremor in his voice broke your heart and you immediately stood up and pulled him upright in a sitting position, with you standing between his legs.

“Don't you dare apologise! What's wrong, baby?” you held his face in your hands as he bit his lip, obviously uncomfortable about something. “Did I do something wrong Carlos?”

He shook his head.

“Then tell me, what is it? I need you to tell me what's wrong”

He sighed.

“I just don't want to disappoint you. You made all this effort for me…”

You shushed him by kissing him quickly.

“Baby you can't disappoint me. Why would you think that?”

He sniffled. “Because I am not in the mood but I am supposed to be able to provide your pleasure, no? I’m sorry for ruining your plan”

“Baby there's nothing wrong with not being in the mood. I just assumed you would be because it's what we always do after a bad race, I shouldn't have assumed”

“It's not your fault, my ex always used to say that men are always horny and usually that is true but today I just feel like a failure, and now I've failed you as well by not being what you wanted…”

“Carlos you haven't failed me, I love you! Sex isn't important enough to ruin that. If anything it's my fault, I pushed you even though you didn't want to. I'm sorry.”

“No, no! It's my fault. I didn't say no, you couldn't have known!”

You cringed at his words. That's not how consent works.

"I hate everything about that sentence. You shouldn't have to say no. I should have read the signs better, baby…”

“But if I had said no we wou-”

“Carlos!” he stopped and looked at you. “We can argue all day about who's fault it is. The point is I never want you to feel pressured into anything, and let's agree that we always need enthusiastic consent going forward, okay?”

He nodded and pulled you in for a hug, burying his head in the crook of your neck. “Thank you”

“I love you Carlos”

You two stayed like that, cradling each other for what felt like hours, your hand running up and down his back soothingly.

When his heartbeat felt normal again, he mumbled into your skin.

“Can we have cookies, now?”

You giggled, looking down at him as he smiled up at you.

“Of course we can, baby”

You pecked him on the lips before taking his hand in yours and leading him to the kitchen, where his favourite snack lay waiting in the tray.

By the time you'd finished the cookies (and a cheeky glass of wine) it was getting late, so you decided to call it a night.

What you hadn't realised, is that your attentiveness to his needs and you baking his mothers recipe made him earth-shatteringly horny.

So as he crawled into bed behind you, you felt him against your ass and you smirked.

“Do you want to fuck me now, baby?”

He growled into your hair as his hips rolled into yours without him even realising.

“More than anything I have ever wanted in my life”

You giggled and he rolled you onto your front, looming over you like a predator as he pinned you down with his thighs either side of yours.

“And you? Do you want me to fuck you?”

You nodded.

“I need your words, hermosa, like we said” his lips came down to your neck and trailed kisses up to your ear.

“Yes Carlos, please.” You gasped as he shifted his hips to grind into you harder, the friction driving you insane and the feeling of being unable to move as he had his way with you turning you on more than you would admit out loud.

“You can do better than that, mi amor, beg for me…” he whispered, his hands going to grab a pillow to prop your hips up a bit. “tell me how much you want me”

“Carlos, please. I need you to fuck me, I need your cock inside me, please!”

He growled, and ripped your underwear off in one go, hands immediately going down to spread your cheeks, exposing how wet you had gotten so embarrasingly quickly.

He trailed a line of spit down to where you needed him most, the feeling making you shiver, and he wasted no time dipping two fingers in down to the knuckle.

The stretch was incredible, and the angle meant he didn't need to search long to find the spot that made your eyes roll back in pleasure.

You vaguely registered the sound of the bedside drawer opening and closing “We don't have any condoms left, hermosa”

You were about to cry, the pleasure so good you didn't want to stop now. But Carlos suddenly had an idea.

He leaned over you plastering his body over yours, and slid his cock between your thighs, his tip knocking against your clit every time he thrusted forwards. It wasn't perfect but it was certainly hot as fuck as you felt like horny teenagers again, rutting against each other mindlessly.

His cock kept catching against your entrance, threatening to slip in at any moment, as you trembled beneath him.

“Carlos please, just fuck me!” you gasped as his pace increased with his desperation.

“Even without a condom?” he asked, pace faltering slightly at the idea of taking you bare.

“Want you to fill me up, Carlos. Make me yours”

His resolve… well it didn't even make an appearance, as he leaned back and positioned his tip at your entrance, dipping it in teasingly.

“tell me again” he growled.

“Come inside me, please. Fill me up, I want to be full of you”

He wasted no time slamming into you, the thought of your walls, tight and wet around his cock much too enticing to wait any longer.

He stayed there, throbbing inside you at the feeling of finally getting to have you like this for the first time in your relationship.

It was almost overwhelming when he hooked an arm under your hips and started grinding his cock into you, hitting all your sweet spots as you moaned wantonly.

“You want me to fill you up? Come so deep inside you, fuck-” he hips involuntarily slammed into yours.

You moaned “Yes Carlos! I want you to fill me up until I can't take it anymore-”

His hips slammed into you again with more force, chest coming to lay against your back to pin you down with his weight as he pounded into you.

“Look at you, so submissive for me. Want me to breed you? I bet it would only take one try”

His hips moved at an inhuman pace as your hands reached out for something, anything to hold on to.

The idea of the man you loved getting you pregnant made you a bit feral, and you felt yourself nearing the edge the more he spoke.

“Going to fill you up so much my cum will be dripping out of you, hermosa. Do you want me to make you a mother? Keep you full of me all the time?”

“Yes! Yes Carlos! I'm gonna come. I'm- shit!”

“Come for me baby, milk my cock, that's my good girl…”

You saw white when you came, squeezing around Carlos as your body went completely pliant under him.

The feeling of you pulsing around his cock was enough for Carlos to come inside you with a shout, filling you up like he promised.

Your legs felt like jelly, and Carlos didn't feel like pulling out at all, so you stayed like that, riding out the aftershocks of your orgasms.

“I was serious by the way…” you started.

Carlos hummed questionningly.

“About… you know. Trying…”

You felt Carlos' body tense above yours.

“You want to… try?”

“Mhmm” you nodded shyly.

“Fuck” He sat up and pulled out of you gently, turning you over and bending your legs.

He stared at the way his cum started dripping out of you, the sight so lewd he had to close his eyes to keep from going insane.

“What are you doing?” you giggled.

“Give me a minute and i'll fill you up again” he looked at you, and his eyes were so dark you gasped, a spark of arousal running through you at the sight.

“And i'll fill you up as many times as it takes”

Tears started welling up in your eyes. This was it. You and Carlos were going to be parents.

Carlos was hard again, and the fact that this made him so unhinged made you clench, and more cum dribbled out of you, making Carlos moan at the sight.

He tapped his cock on your clit a couple of times, then slid in to the hilt.

You sighed, his cock filling you so perfectly, and he started a bruising pace, laser focused on the wetness between your legs.

He was a man on a mission. And boy, did he deliver.

[mrsparrasblog]

POLY 141 x wedding

People said I write to much angst so here tooth rotting fluff for you.

Legally, you were already married to John for a few months. Unfortunately, it wasn’t allowed to marry multiple people. You understood where that rule came from, but it still hurt knowing you could only be legally John's spouse and not marry all four of your breathtaking men. So, when each of them proposed to you in their own unique way, how could you say no? Maybe you wouldn’t be legally married, but at least at heart, and that’s all that counts.

They organized most of the wedding themselves with the help of your Pinterest board. You were glad you didn’t need to plan all of this yourself, unlike your less fortunate friends whose husbands couldn’t even tell them what they wanted for dinner.

And now you were here, fiddling with your wedding dress in front of the big mirror. Your dad stayed by your side, holding back his tears. He didn’t understand at first—his kid in a relationship with four scary men (he couldn’t even threaten them properly, though he still tried; Simon and Price even had the decency to act scared, even though they knew your dad couldn’t do a thing). But he came to terms with it fast. He loved you, after all, and saw how well they treated you.

The wedding wasn’t too crowded. Johnny’s family took up the most space, surprisingly accepting the relationship of their son despite their strong Catholic beliefs. Kyle’s moms sat in the crowd, John’s sister with her husband and your now nephews, and Simon’s neighbor who always gave him something proper to eat when his dad starved him again. Nik, Kate and her wife, Alex, Farah, Alejandro, and Rudy were all there, and of course, all your loved ones.

Your dad walked you down the aisle, and it didn’t surprise you to see Simon and John shedding tears. Everyone thought it would be Johnny and Kyle, but you knew your boys too well. They all looked so breathtaking: Johnny with his kilt, Kyle with his tuxedo and the small peony in the pocket (of course he was the best dressed), John with his suit and vest, and Simon’s cream suit fitting perfectly with his blonde hair.

The vows were absolutely beautiful. Each of them wrote some personal words for you, and you couldn’t hold back your tears. You gave each of them their kiss, and now you weren’t married by law, but in front of all your loved ones, and that was more than enough.

You fought for dominance against John while cutting the cake, and to no one’s surprise, your hands were on top of his, making your family laugh.

Kyle got the privilege of having the first dance with you, spinning you around like no one was watching.

Johnny was delighted that he had the tradition of removing your garter. Oh, how proud he was, moving his head between your dress and coming back with it between his lips (he definitely didn’t say hi to his favorite place under your dress). You were blushing like hell while everyone was just laughing—typical Johnny.

You tossed the bouquet and Alex caught it, smiling cheekily towards Farah.

You talked with Simon about which tradition he felt comfortable with, and he thought carrying you over the threshold to keep bad ghosts away was fitting.

You always thought it was a lie what everyone said, but this really was the most beautiful day of your life.

A/N: Im sorry if some tradition confuse you I only know German, Turkish and Russian weddings, tried my best tho.

If I could draw I would include better inspiration so you get Pinterest pictures for their fits.

[issysh3ll]

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[sugarushwriting]

cherry popper x felix

from this request inspired by this drabble

adult content featured [not proof read]

this is an extended drabble not a full fic

your twin brother’s friends were all hot. but there was one blonde who stood out the most. the one with the freckles, pretty smile, deep voice, and who they nicknamed sunshine.

yongbok, or felix as they all call him.

it wasn’t until a pool day at your house, seeing all the men (minus your brother, of course), shirtless, wet, and smiling that something ignited in you.

you knew felix was fit, but fuck, he looked extra good that day. his freckles were full force and the sun just did something.

you were a virgin and honestly sick of it. you just wanted it over with. but at the same time, you didn’t want just anyone. you had no idea who you would approach, until it hit you that day. the perfect guy to ask.

“you want me to what?” his thick accent came through, voice went up a notch as he was so shocked.

you. his best friend’s twin sister was asking him to take your virginity. and you didn’t even ease into it.

you shrugged. “i’m sick of not knowing what’s it like to have sex, and right now i trust you. i want you.”

that’s how you ended up on felix’s bed at his house. no way could you risk getting caught with felix buried deep in you by your twin. nope.

what you didn’t expect was felix to bring out whip cream, strawberries, and a blind fold.

you knew he’d be sweet and kind to you for your first time, but this?

“sensory deprivation. it’ll have you more aware of your body and what it’s feeling.” felix’s deep voice husked, and your body shivered.

his voice would be great for storytelling, animation, whatever. it was just so—ugh!

you laid on his bed naked, blindfolded. felix started with him biting the strawberry then giving you a sweet kiss. he dipped it in whip cream, having you take a bite. when the cream was left on your lip, he leaned in for a longer, deeper kiss.

whip cream suddenly was on your stomach, nipples, hips, and neck. he started with the neck, kssing and licking. then felix kept going down, spending extra time for your sensitive nipples, and tickling your sides.

“open your mouth.” he deeply asked, and you obeyed. he sprayed whip cream in your mouth. his tongue met yours as you shared a kiss and the whip cream.

who knew this would be so hot. sexy.

“usually i add in toys and cuffs, but we’ll save that for another round.”

another round? ROUND! fuck you forgot how high felix’s stamina was. he would probably go three to four rounds with you.

soon forgotten, when felix’s tongue met your folds between your legs. he forcefully held your legs open wide so you wouldn’t even think about closing them around his head.

your hands gripped his hair.

“has anyone ate you out?”

“no-no.” you moaned out, back arching, you squealing loudly.

felix loved to hear you. he always imagined it. he kept his growling and moans low. it turned you on even more. it was almost animalistic. protective.

when you were close, he removed his lips, causing a whine from you. “don’t worry, not done with you. you’ll come on my cock.”

oh never have you imagined dirty words coming from felix.

with your lack of sight, you were hyper aware of his every movement, noting him putting on a condom. the way his hands and fingers caressed your skin. his lips leave gentle kisses all over your body. his lips kissing you once more as he slowly pushed his tip in, growling into your mouth.

“been thinking about this so much lately.” he breathed against your lips. you smiled into the kiss.

then, he began thrusting. very slow and softly at first, but when your moans becoming louder, the sounds from your mouth becoming needier, he picked up the pace.

since you couldn’t see, you wanted to touch. you reached to grab his biceps, your hands going down to around his wrists.

felix grabbed your hands in his as he threaded his fingers through yours.

loving. tender. sensual. all of it.

soon you came (loudly) followed by felix letting out a low grunt, stilling inside of you.

“fuck i’m so glad we did this at my place.” felix chuckled from how loud you were.

he could only imagine how his best friend would react to see him buried deep in you. his best friend’s twin sister.

[mactavishsgfandwife]

Last Night’s Mistake - Simon "Ghost" Riley

the morning after not proofread nothing nsfw, angsty, with a little comfort at the end female reader

A slight headache is all that remains from last night - confused, tired, achy, you slowly wake up. One by one, little sensations come to your attention. Your head hurts, your body feels warm, your hips still feel a little bit sore from where the uncomfortable skirt that you wore last night dug in. And you’re in bed, in a room, shady and quiet… with an empty space on the other side of the bed.

"Shit…" you groan, your voice a little sore from the night before. This isn’t your bed.

The floor is cool under your feet as you shakily stand up - a soreness growing in your legs. In the bedroom mirror, you inspect yourself. Though the girl staring back at you is the same girl you were last night, her hair is messed up and her face is a little flushed, her makeup having almost entirely worn off except for a hint of sparkle on her eyelids. Not to mention, she’s in nothing but her panties.

Whoever’s room this is, their wardrobe is pretty bare, the only civilian clothes being a few different t-shirts and vests, two dark-coloured hoodies, a pair of sweatpants, a pair of jeans, and some smart clothes for formal occasions. Not the cutest selection, but it would do, so you grabbed the black Led Zeppelin t-shirt and pulled it on.

Sat on his bed, you fixed your hair in the mirror as you tried to remember who he was. Little memories came back from the night before, unclear, like a half-forgotten dream. Drinks. A silver ring on his finger - not a wedding ring, you noted. You were in the car, with his rough hand on your thigh, playing with the hem of that god-awful skirt. Doors clicking, sheets ruffling, short blonde hair… oh my God, you’d fucked Simon Riley.

"Shit," you curse your idiocy, for the second time this morning.

You’ve wanted Simon, you’ve always wanted Simon, but he’s kind of a dick and not the kind of person you’d seriously want to be with. Plus, he’s a little bit older than you and not the kind of man who has girlfriends. He barely even has friends.

Finding a spare toothbrush in his bathroom, you brush your teeth, and clean yourself up with some water and his men’s face cream for lack of a moisturiser, not being able to completely remove the sparkle and shadow of eyeliner from around your eyes. But you know you can’t distract yourself for too long from facing last night’s mistake. Simon.

He’s sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea, in a pair of those plaid pyjama bottoms and a black tshirt that you’re pretty sure is exactly the same as three others you just saw in his wardrobe. He doesn’t make any effort to acknowledge you, focused on some work on his laptop. Maybe the same pit of regret over last night is sitting inside his stomach, maybe he doesn’t want to acknowledge you for fear that things won’t work out - after all, a regrettable one night stand is much more bearable than a rejection. But maybe he just doesn’t care, and you figure that’s more likely.

"Morning," you speak softly, a little taken aback by his lack of interest. It just feels so empty, and part of you is just begging him to show some emotion and put an end to this weird, uncomfortable limbo.

Of course, he doesn’t do that. He looks up at you nonchalantly, and nods, as if to say "morning. see you."

Something about that reaction hurts - even if he sees this as something mutually regrettable, the way that he dismisses your existence feels the the ultimate rejection. It’s not the sex, you figure, the sex was great. At least, that’s what the shaky aching of your legs and the marking on your neck is telling you. Maybe it was just you. And in those few seconds that you stare at each other blankly, not knowing what to add to fill the silence, all the exhaustion from last night and the discomfort of this morning hits you at once and all you want to do is cry.

"I should go," your voice falters a little, ashamed, as you head back into his bedroom to fetch the stuff you’d thrown on the floor beside his bed just last night. For a moment, before closing the door behind you, you wait for any sign of a reaction from the man on the sofa. Nothing. You close the door just as your breath starts to get shaky.

For some unclear reason, you can’t seem to get going right away. So you sit on his bed, in his shirt, staring down at the terrible skirt and the shirt you’d worn with it, thrown over your favourite bag and the same shoes you wear every time you go out because you only own two pairs of shoes. You’re so ridiculous, all teary over Simon - you knew this would happen, you knew a man like that would only use you and then make you cry. You curse him, the alcohol, the terrible skirt… but mostly, yourself. He was just a crush, something stupid and unobtainable, something no girl in her right mind would actually go near. Yet here you were.

Shivering from his weirdly cold house, you slowly pull off his tshirt, the fabric brushing against your bare back as it comes off.

"You can keep the shirt, love," a gruff voice says, "looks better on you than it does in me." A chuckle comes from behind you as you jump at the sudden intrusion, and there he is, in all his… whatever he is. Simon. He’s behind you, on the bed, with an large hand reaching out to play with the end of your hair.

"Oh…" he sighs as one of your little teardrops falls on his wrist, "you alright?"

Little teardrops keep falling, and your best efforts to keep it together are starting to fall through. It feels silly, but all the exhaustion and the rejection is too much for you, despite your best efforts to deny it.

"M’fine…" you mumble, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

"You’re not fine, you’re crying," he chuckles softly, with a hint of empathy behind the gruff tone of his voice. Something about that, about him, hurts your heart as you let out a shaky sob.

Instinctively, his strong arm wraps around your waist and pulls you in to his chest. His hands are surprisingly warm, and they cup your puffy cheeks with tender care, a rough thumb wiping away your pretty tears.

"M’sorry, darling…" he holds your face close to his, and gently leans in for a kiss. You don’t have any energy in you to resist, but you don’t really want to. Si doesn’t feel like a mistake anymore. He feels like comfort.

hope you enjoyed! that was a long one for me :3

[accioscarheadthings]

↳ 𝗦𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗪𝗶𝗱𝗲- 𝗞𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗼 𝗧𝗲𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗼 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗧𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝗞𝗲𝗶

summary: you took your teasing a bit over the notch and your boyfriends weren't pleased.

pairings: kuroo tetsuro x tsukishima kei x fem! reader

warning: threesome, oral (f.receving), overstimulation, nipple play, groping, marking, praise kink, hair pulling

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imagine your two boyfriends- kuroo and tsukishima taking turns to eat you since you had been teasing them all day in a dress that accentuated all your curves, tempting them to no limit.

the three of you had been to a party with you as the date of your boyfriends. you had chosen a dress that clung to your curves perfectly, accentuating your figure. you had engaged with the other guests politely and graciously.

however, you couldn't help but notice the admiring looks your boyfriends were casting your way. that's when an idea began to form in your mind. you decided to have a little fun and tease them a bit. deliberately, you let your hand linger on the arm of one of the men you were conversing with, prolonging the touch ever so innocently.

bad idea.

your boyfriends, ever the jealous ones, remained silent the ride back home. they were clearly not happy about the little game you had played at the party, and you could tell they wanted to punish you.

without a word, they led you straight to the bedroom, their hands holding onto you tightly, their grip firm and unyielding.

the three of you didn't even undress completely, too eager for each other.

and that's how you ended up on tsukishima's lap, legs spread open as kuroo kneeled in front of you.

the blonde held you against his chest, bunching up your dress at your hips. his hands held your legs open in a deathly grip while kuroo devoured my pussy like a man starved.

he placed your thighs on his shoulders while tsukishima grabbed your breasts. you were so dazed with all the stimulation that you tipped your head back on the blonde's shoulder.

"look so pretty for us like this," he pinched my nipple through your dress, gaining a whimper from you, "what were you think running around in this tight sundress, teasing us, tsk, tsk," he bit your shoulder in emphasis.

kuroo hummed against you core, plunging his tongue into my puffy pussy lips while I creamed around him for... you had lost count after you orgasmed for the third time.

you came hard with a filthy moan, panting and gasping for breath. you were starting to get dizzy as fuck.

kuroo lifted his head, sitting back on his haunches and tipping his head back in satisfaction, "taste so good baby, fuck," his chin dripped with your release.

tsukishima reached out a hand for him and kuroo leaned into him, kissing and shoving his tongue in his mouth.

tsukishima gripped his throat, kissing around his mouth to taste all of you. kuroo hummed in delight, eyebrows furrowing.

you huffed in annoyance. your sundress was beginning to drench in your sweat and it was becoming uncomfortable.

you whined, tugging at them both. you could feel your pussy clenched at nothing, throbbing with the need to be full.

"this is what you get," tsukishima stuffed two fingers into your abused pussy with ease, the action producing a squelching sound, given how many times you had orgasmed. your release was dripping down his pants. like he gave a fuck about it.

you let out a groan of pleasure, his long fingers, dragging up and down your walls and curing just right. your eyes were squeezed shut as your head thrummed with pleasure.

kuroo cupped your chin, "looks like we fucked her dumb,"

you grumbled when tuskishima's fingers slipped out of you. you felt like you were being shifted, and indeed now you were in kuroo's arms.

tsukishima was on his knees in front of you. he removed his glasses, licking his lips at the sight of your pussy, gaze darkening.

kuroo bunched up the dress aroudn your hips, gripping them in his fist. you leaned back into his large frame, panting for air.

you could feel tsukishima exhale on your pussylips, causing you to shudder at the feel.

he mouthed slowly while easing two fingers to scissor you open, "mm," he hummed giant your skin, sending vibrations up your body. he sucked your clit into his mouth fingers working their pace in and out, hitting all the right spots.

you writhed, but kuroo held you in place, forcing your legs to stay around tsukishima's head.

"i know, baby, i know," kuroo cooed, tilting your head to the side and kissing you hard, "be a good girl and i promise we'll fuck you good," he mumbled against your lips.

"s'too much," you moaned when you tasted yourself on his tongue, "i-i can't take any more," your eyes began to water from the overstimulation.

kuroo reached down, guiding the back of tuskishima's head harder between your legs, causing his face to grind against your used pussy.

you moaned at the sensation, feeling tsukishima's tongue lap up at your release as you came once again.

kuroo guided tsukishima's face and gripped his hair.

contrast to his control in this situation, he pressed an innocent smooch to your cheek, catching the tears that rolled down your pink cheeks.

"sweetheart," he tutted. "you tease us in it, we fuck you in it. so you're gonna own up to it and take it like the good girl you are,"

[writingroom21]

Succubus

pairing: rafe x succubus!reader

Summary: A succubus is a female sexual demon that appears to seduce men and steal their energy. When Rafe has his third wet dream of the week you know just how to help him.

Warnings: 18+, smut, somnophilia, pain kink if you squint, unprotected sex (wrap it up), cream pie, oral (m receiving), dominate reader, submissive rafe, (let me know if I missed one)

Wc:891

Masterlist

Rafe’s having another dream again.

This is the third time this week that he’s been moaning and humping the bed. It’s honestly like he’s going through puberty again. Which kind of seems funny seeing him so needy like this. He lets out a loud moan as he thrust up onto the blanket covering him. What a poor, needy boy. Bet he’s dripping precum and staining his boxers already. God he looks like a wet dream whining in his sleep like that. You wish you knew what he was thinking about.

But it’s okay, you know how to help him.

You creep closer to him, moving the sheets lower down his body to expose him to you. Just like you imagined. The front of his boxers have a growing wet stain from the leaking precum. One of your long fingers grazes his erections causing it to twitch and a moan to leave his sleeping lips. A smile grows on your face as you gently remove his boxers freeing his erection.You take a moment to take him all in. 

Another moan snaps you out of your day dream and you remember what you were trying to do. Carefully you more to be between his thighs, one of your hands gripping him at the base so you can lick him. He slightly tastes salty from his precum which causes you to let out a moan alongside him. Greedily you shove him in your mouth trying to swallow every inch of him. The tip of his dick repeatedly hits the back of your throat causing you to gag. 

As your head bobs up and down his dick, his moans got louder. Your palms plant themselves on his thighs, long nails digging into the skin. Rafe winces, his legs jerking at the pain. A groan meets your ears and you smile. Something brushes your hair making you jump slightly. Looking up, a pair of cerulean blue eyes are staring down at you. “Mmm fuck.” He groggily lets out as the hold on your hair gets tighter. 

It seems like he’s not fully awake, just enough to be enjoying what you are doing. “Feels good.” The raspy notes of his voice makes you clench your thighs. Having enough of getting him worked up, sit back watching as he reaches out for you. A low whine fills the room as his hand falls back to his side. Carefully you crawl on top of him, positioning yourself over his erection. Half lidded eyes stare up at you in anticipation waiting for your next move.

Slowly you sink down on his cock. Once you bottom out you sit there for a moment reveling in the way he fills you up. Rafe fingers find your hips, squeezing at the flesh willing you to move. “God you’re a fucking dream.” You giggle at the fact he is right in some sort of way. Your long sharp nails dance along his chest before digging into the skin. He moans at the action causing you to do it again this time grinding your hips. His head pushes back into his pillow further as you keep moving.

Once you got your rhythm you started to bounce up and down before circling your hips. You watched as Rafe struggled to keep his moans at bay. Each beautiful sound feeding the cardinal desire you feel for him at this moment. Oh what you would do to have him again like this. Beneath you whining like a little boy who doesn’t know how to handle so much pleasure. Your pussy clenches at the thought makes him groan. “Oh god.” He loudly moans as he tries to fuck up into you. 

Leaning back you use his thighs as leverage taking back control of the pace. “Not God, pretty boy. Just you and me.” Moving your hips faster you impale yourself with his dick. It slips out making you feel emptier than you have ever before. “No, no, please.” Rafe lets out, scrambling to pull you back in. You laugh at him as you slide him back in. “Look at how pathetic you are begging for me to fuck you.”

Rafe’s dick twitches letting out a little stream of cum. You smile down at him as you lean in a bit closer. “Does that feel good? Me telling you how pathetic you look under me turns you on?” Another twitch and moan confirm the suspicion. But the way he lets out a breathy yes seals the deal. “Aren’t you just the perfect good boy.” As soon as the words leave your mouth he’s cumming inside you.

The way the warm cum fills you up triggering your own orgasim. Your nails dig into his shoulder as he bites down on yours. Rafe’s a sweaty mess as you lift yourself up, holding the position so he can see the cum dripping out of you. His eyes twinkle as he watches it fall back on his limp dick and down your thighs. He wants to clean you up, suck on your clit until you cum on his tongue. But you stand up.

He watches as you lean over the side of the bed to place a kiss onto his lips. “I hope to see you soon, pretty boy.” With that you disappeared into a sea of blackness as he fell back asleep.

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[catladyoftheyr]

★彡[ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴍᴇ, ᴍʀ. ɢʜᴏꜱᴛꜰᴀᴄᴇ!]彡★

𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓫𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓵!

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨, 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (18+ only, SMUT)

Note: idk this is set on Halloween and i wanted to put it out then but shit happens lol. 2 am Nov 2 is better than never sooooo

Summary: You arrange a spooky threesome with Satoru and Suguru 👹 (the focus is them railing you but there is bits of m/m action)

Warnings/kink highlights: mentions of stalking (no actual stalking occurs), scary phone calls, mask kink, rough sex, threesome, they get a little fruity with it, mmf threesome, Eiffel Tower/spit roast??, cream pie, unprotected p in v, cum eating, face sitting, blowjobs/face fucking, light exhibitionism, moments of sex acts on camera, degrading language.

Word count: 1.9k

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You and Gojo had been toying with the idea of a threesome for a while. Satoru was normally the jealous type, but when you’d brought up the idea of your 3rd being his best friend, Suguru Geto he’d responded with surprising enthusiasm. You’d teased him about his man crush before but hadn’t realized he’d be willing to take it this far. You weren’t going to complain though; Suguru was incredibly handsome, with long dark hair and a muscular physique. Gojo had reassured you that he’d plan the whole thing, allowing it to be a surprise. You gave him a few fantasies to run by Suguru and decided on Halloween for the date.

Flash forward to October 31st and you were starting to think that Gojo had forgotten or found himself wrapped up in work. You sat on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and flipped through the channels aimlessly. You paid for cable and there still was never anything to watch. You saw your phone screen light up with an unfamiliar number. “Hello?”

“Are you home alone?” A low voice responded on the other end. It sounded suspiciously familiar.

“Satoru? Is that you?”

“Answer the question. Are you home alone?” The voice was gruff and impatient.

“Alright alright. Yes. I’m home alone.” You hoped this really was Satoru and you weren’t playing along with an actual psycho killer on the line.

“Good. Truth is, I already knew that. I’ve been watching you tonight. And so has my friend. We know you’re sitting on the couch and watching a shitty slasher film. And that you’re wearing a tiny white t-shirt and little black shorts.”

“Satoru, you're scaring me. Knock it off!” You had goosebumps on your arms and the voice in the back of your mind was wondering if the stranger on the phone really was Gojo or Geto, or if you were in real danger. The line went down and a cold chill went down your spine. You looked over to the glass door and saw two figures wearing Halloween masks dressed in all black. You let out a startled scream, knocking over the bowl of popcorn and dropping your phone as well.

The men in the doorway knocked on the glass and you saw them remove their masks, revealing their identities. Satoru and Suguru were bent over laughing hysterically at their prank. You opened the door and allowed them to enter.

“You guys aren’t as funny as you think you are!” You scolded them, fighting back your own grin.

Satoru flashed a cheesy smile and pecked your cheek. “I dunno, babe I think it was pretty funny.” He elbowed Suguru who was still laughing.

“You really should have seen the look on your face” Geto piped in. Their laughter was infectious and you couldn’t hold in your giggles any longer. You playfully swatted at them for the mean joke and wrapped yourself around Satoru.

“Can we take this to the bedroom, Mr. Ghostface?” You whispered in his ear.

“Lead the way and we’ll follow” he murmured back. You grabbed each of them by the hand and led them up the stairs to your bedroom. Once the door was shut firmly behind you, you began to eye the pair up and down. Sugurus' long hair was undone, falling down his back and shoulders. His muscles were prominent through his t-shirt and you could tell his cock was stirring in his pants. You bit your lip and ran a hand down Geto’s stomach, feeling every one of his abs.

Gojo was impatient to taste you and pulled you over to him for a kiss. He gripped your ass and let his tongue enter your mouth. As you kissed you felt Geto press into you from behind, sliding your boyfriend's hands onto his own ass. Geto kissed the top of your head as he ground into you. You were sandwiched between the two men and felt their cocks firming up on either side of you. Satoru was grinding into your sex from the front, and pulling Suguru closer to you as well. You could feel the other cock pressing against your ass.

You weren’t short by most standards, but the two men still stood at least a head or more taller than you. Satoru broke your kiss, pulling Suguru’s lips to meet him. They kissed above your head, still pressing against you like bookends. Geto’s hands trailed up your body, finding your breasts and groping at them. You moaned into Gojo’s chest and hugged him close.

Soon you found yourself on your knees, having been undressed to just your bra and panties. The two men stood nude in front of you, each stroking their cocks while they stared down at you. You caught the discarded masks laying on a side table out of the corner of your eye and grinned mischievously. “Wait. Put the masks back on. Please?” You looked up, blinking big doe eyes with your request. They soon obliged, and you felt yourself grow hot between your legs.

You took Geto’s cock into your hand, barely able to wrap around its girth, and began to stroke while you bobbed your head on Gojo’s tip. You alternated sucking and stroking each of them for a while, until Satoru grew impatient and grabbed a fistful of your hair. He pumped you up and down on his cock, bottoming out in your throat with each thrust. You were caught off guard, gagging on his length. You looked up and swore you made eye contact through the mask, feeling his blue eyes boring into yours as he fucked your throat.

“Don’t be a hog, Satoru. It’s my turn” Suguru interjected. Geto replaced Gojo’s hand with his own, thrusting your mouth onto his cock with no warning. His was girthier than you were used to and you felt your jaw might unhinge as you took all of him. He moaned lewdly as you struggled to take him, clearly enjoying the sight of your eyes beginning to water. He held you down on the base of his cock for several moments, leaving you gasping when you came back up. “Such a pretty girl. I love hearing you choke on these cocks. Such pretty sounds.”

“Stick your tongue out, slut” Gojo suddenly commanded. You did as he asked and he slapped his cock on your tongue and cheeks. You realized he’d pulled out a camcorder from a drawer somewhere and the blinking red light indicated he was filming. “The camera loves pretty sluts like you, baby”

“Show us your tits,” Suguru interrupted, tugging at one of your bra straps. You reached behind you and unclasped it, allowing the garment to fall to the floor. Your nipples grew hard in the cool air of the room, and Geto pinched one of them lightly between his fingers. You didn’t have time to react before Satoru was shoving his cock down your throat again. The two men played tug of war with your throat, constantly pulling you toward themselves and away from the other.

Suguru lay on his back as you lowered yourself onto his face, mask discarded to allow his mouth access to your cunt. His tongue searched for your clit, sucking and licking the small nub voraciously. You gripped the headboard as you rode his face. You slid as you ground down, completely coating his mouth in your slick. Suguru gasped and moaned against your pussy and you turned to see that Satoru had taken the other man’s cock into his mouth. Suguru’s hips bucked up and the vibrations from his moans sent waves of pleasure against your clit. You were close to orgasm and began to ride Suguru’s face in earnest, grinding down against his mouth focused only on bringing yourself over the edge. “Fuck! I’m cumming-“ you cried out as your orgasm burst through your body.

You lifted yourself off of Suguru’s face and lay beside him on the bed. Satoru took notice and pulled you onto his cock, sliding into you from behind as you rose to your hands and knees. “Fuck, Go. Feels s-good” you slurred; still coming down from the bliss and sensitivity of your orgasm. Suguru’s cock was leaking precum and still standing firmly at attention. The dark haired man seized the opportunity to slide his cock into your mouth again. You could barely form a coherent thought as you were being stuffed with cock from both ends. The two men found a rhythm, with one thrusting in as the other pulled back. The steady seesaw motion was building up a second orgasm deep in your core. You could tell that both men were close to their own first release as their thrusting became faster and more erratic. Satoru dug his nails into the flesh of your hips, pounding into you fast and hard.

“Fuck, baby. You take this cock so well. You’re such a little slut, taking two cocks at once.” Gojo’s banter continued, the words enhancing the sensation of him pounding against your g spot. Geto was silent except for lewd moans and the sounds of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Soon he gripped your hair with both hands, holding you down against his crotch as he flooded your throat with salt. You swallowed diligently, feeling Gojo’s cock twitch before he too filled your cunt with his own cum.

Despite having just orgasmed, both cocks were still rock hard and you too were eager to allow them to switch places. “You already lubed her up for me” Geto remarked as he slid his tip against your slit.

“Hope you enjoy second place, I’m already the best cock she’s ever had” Gojo teased back, slapping his cock against the tip of your outstretched tongue. You couldn’t have anticipated Suguru’s next move as he dipped two fingers inside of you, gathering Satoru’s seed on his fingers. Suguru popped the fingers in his mouth and made a show out of sucking them clean, complete with lewd mouth sounds and a clear pop! As he pulled them out of his mouth.

Gojo’s eyes glazed over with lust and he mumbled obscenities under his breath as he pumped his cock into your mouth. You gasped as you felt Suguru’s cock breach your entrance. His considerable girth took more than a moment to adjust to, every inch leading to a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. You moaned against Satoru’s cock in your mouth as Geto finally bottomed out inside of you. You’d never felt so full in your entire life. He pulled back slowly before thrusting back in. Once you grew accustomed to his fit his pace quickened and he was slamming his hips against your own.

“So tight, darling. I bet it feels so good to be stretched out like this, doesn’t it?” Suguru smiled as he talked dirty to you. His words were calculated to get a rise out of Gojo, who’s response was to thrust into your mouth even faster, tightening his grip on your hair. The mix of different sensations was overwhelming as your second orgasm broke through. The only thing keeping you upright was being stuffed with cock from the front and back. The muscle clenching down on Suguru’s cock elicited a loud groan from him as he approached his peak. He thrusted faster as he slammed against your g spot, eventually gushing cum into your cunt. Gojo pulled out of your mouth and immediately thrusted inside of overflowing pussy.

“Fuck baby j can’t help myself: it’s so hot when you’re overflowing with cum. A good girl like you can surely take one more load, can’t she? You’d been flipped onto your back and were laying between Suguru’s legs, head resting on his chest. He kissed you deeply as Satoru groaned, pumping one last load into you. He pulled out and sighed; the three of you collapsed into a pile of post orgasmic bliss in each others arms.

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#398

“Oh, stop fucking crying.  Nobody here gives a shit.  So you got beat up.  It was a fair fight, and you lost.  I haven’t seen a faggot lose a fist fight that bad in a long time.  That’s the second of two you lost.  You fucked up.  You are going to be sobbing when I want you to.  Now is not the time.  So stop that blubbering....

 “I don’t get you faggots.  You all answer and ad on one of those master/slave websites looking for fags willing to be gangbanged by a dozen or so sadistic redneck men like me.  The ad said you will be roughed up.  What did you expect?  You got roughed up.

“You thought that it was going to come from us.  Well, we ain’t done with you.  You are going to be the star tomorrow night.  Tonight is the plowing for the faggot who bested you in this last fight. 

“You are going to have a role in tonight’s festivities though.  I have to prepare you for it.  Come with me over here. 

“No. No. Stop your crying, you pussy.  I said come here.  If I would have known you were going to be a cry baby, I would have done this…

“…earlier.

“Well, a good ol’ fashioned punch to the gut took your breath away, didn’t it?  If you don’t want another, come with me into my shop. 

“…Being barefoot and naked back here can be dangerous.  So watch where you step.  Here, let’s go into my back room.  This is where I come when I want a private fuck.  I love fucking outdoors, and I love fucking in front of my buds, but sometimes I need to be here with all my toys.

“Yeah, I bet you have never seen so much equipment before.  A lot of it I made.  Some of my buds helped me out.  Don’t worry, we aren’t going to use everything.

“Hop up on this bench.  I know it’s narrow, but you are going to be secured on it.  Lean back and lift your legs up.  You’re not going to fall off; I got you.

“Here make yourself useful, put these wrist restraints on.  You need to be tied down when I fuck….

“These chains will keep your legs in position.  Yeah, it looks like a beast that they are attached to opposite walls….  Now for your arms….

“There, you are secure spread eagle.  Wiggle your arms and legs.  You can’t get out right?  Good.  Good.  You know what I love about this room and this contraption you are on is this.  This wall panel over here.  With a push of these two buttons, your arms are pulled back further above your head.  These buttons pull your legs wide, up and wide.  Tight hunh?...  There!  Any further and I would break you in two like a wishbone.  Try to move….  See!  You can’t move at all, not without dislocating something.

“Look at that!  Your cunt is out there for anyone to see.  The thing about that bench is that any fag I install on it, like I did you, has its cunt at my dick height.

“Oh yeah, I’m going to be fucking that cunt in a few minutes.  Although I would call it more like a rape.  Your tiny hard on might say you want it now, but you are going to have a different tune once I get started. 

“Here let me take my cock out and show you what I mean.  It’s not the longest dick that will be plowing your cunt this weekend, but it is one of the fattest.  Feel it’s weight on your cunt lips.  Heavy hunh?  Just think about how much you are going to be screaming out for hours as I pile drive into you without mercy.  It will make that fist fight you were in look like it was to good friends playing checkers.

“So let me tell you what’s happening and let’s see if I can kill your hard-on before I rape you. 

“You already know we like making faggots fight.  We like seeing how city fags like yourself deal with primal brutality.  The answer is not well.  You should see your black eye.  It’s gotten better since your first fight.  Don’t worry, there’s still time this weekend to get your other eye blacked out.

“Heh heh.  That got your dick to lose some of the hardon.  It also got me leaking.  Yeah, the guys like seeing all your bruises and cuts.  That’s why after I dump my load into your cunt, I will be removing all your hair.

“The depilatory cream I’ll put on your crotch area will burn like a motherfuck, so that’s why I’m fucking you now.  Yeah, all your hair, including your eyebrows will be gone by tonight’s festivities.

“You are going to be shown off to the guys tonight, right before we bang the fuck out of the fag that just beat the shit out of you this morning.  He really was motivated.  You didn’t even see that coming, did you?

“Me and Daryl wanted you to lose, so we told the other fag something about the remaining gang bangs.

“You look worried.  Fuck yeah. 

“As you probably figured out, we use a bracket system to pair you up.  The thing is that we don’t care who wins.  We are more interested in who is the ultimate loser.  The two winners from round one fought each other.  The winner got fucked by each of us.  He even got to cum at the end of the night.  He was dumped naked on the outskirts of Shreveport.  He’ll somehow figure out how to get back to Dallas.

“The runner up, got plowed by us, but we got to work him over as we fucked the hell out of him.  I even got my arm in his ass.  He was dumped naked in a nettle patch in the middle of woods outside of Knoxville.

“We design the weekend so that the guys can get more and more brutal on the fags as we work our way through the gang bangs.  We told that fag that beat you what the losing fag would have to endure, and he came out swinging.

“Was that fair to you?  We don’t care.  What he wasn’t told was what happens to the winner of you two.  Tonight, he’s going to be brought out to a wooden fuck bench.  He’ll only be secured to it with one thing, a nail through his cock head into the bench.  Most likely he will rip it out sometime tonight, but some fags we have done that to managed to keep their cocks intact.  We’ll see.

“He won’t be going back to Florida when he’s done, just like you aren’t ever returning to your life either.  Both of you have been sold.

“Ahh and here comes the tears.  You realized that you fucked up, didn’t you?  Hey you were begging us to abduct you and make you our sex slave.  You said you were a no limits slave.  Didn’t you?  What, you thought that meant something else?  Aww too bad for you.

“Your new owner saw all the correspondence, he’s seen your lack of fighting skills, and he’s ok with what we have in store for you. 

“Oh damn.  Your tears really have me leaking.  Here let me apply them to your cunt lips.  Normally, my leak is all the lube you will get.  But tears from fear adds saltiness. 

“Before we nail the other fag down, I’m going to bring you out to the other guys.  With your legs spread just like they are now, my bud David will come by and grab these balls.  He’s going to slice open your sack and relieve you of these useless things.  No more being a man for you.

“You new owner also wants us to sew up your foreskin, except for a tiny hole to piss out.

“There’s the full-out tears.  Fuck yeah….  “Right to the root it goes!  Barely dry fucks hurt, hunh?  You wanted to be roughed up and owned.  You got that.  Now enjoy the next few hours of fucking.  Or don’t.  I don’t care.”

[syndrossi]

The wedding of Jaehaerys Royce and Laena.

Since he's the eldest, he's the one who gets to keep "Jon." 😂 But he will certainly remind more than a few people of his great-grandsire.

x~x~x

When Jon had been a child, this was precisely the kind of fantasy he would idled away his time dreaming: that he was secretly the son of a highborn woman, that he would have a holdfast to someday rule, and that he would marry a beautiful woman of his own—one that he would love and be faithful to for all of his days.

The reality was not quite as his child self had imagined, of course. His bride was twenty-three to Jon’s seventeen—which was itself two years younger than Jon had been—and their marriage was one of political convenience. His cousin was in dire need of a husband, and apart from his own father, Jon was the most desirable of options.

And they were being wed in the echoing chamber of the Red Keep’s royal sept, where Jon did his best to tune out the high septon’s droning except for when his own vows needed to be spoken, though he kept his eyes respectfully upon his bride, mindful of her father’s intense scrutiny from his place beside her.

Laena Velaryon was beautiful, the silver-blond of her hair cascading over her shoulders in bright contrast to the Velaryon cloak of turquoise and silver clasped atop her dress, which was itself a white-cream, its bodice embroidered with hundreds of pearls fashioned in the shape of droplets. A circlet of bronze and pearl adorned her hair, a likely nod to House Royce.

Her smile at him was sharp, almost amused—as though they were sharing a joke. Jon wondered if she too was ignoring the septon’s solemn invocation of the various aspects of the Seven meant to symbolize the journey of the bride.

Finally, the moment came for her father to remove her cloak and Jon to drape his own around her shoulders. The matter of his cloak had been one of great contention. The lords of the Vale had been adamant that in taking up the seat of Runestone, he was formally claiming his mother’s house as his own. Daemon, outraged, had insisted that a royal house should always take precedence, especially given that it was through Jon’s father, whose marriage to Rhea Royce had not been declared matrilineal.

It was finally decided that since the wedding was being held in the Red Keep, between two houses commonly joined in Targaryen and Velaryon, that the cloak would be of House Targaryen, and that Jon would keep his Targaryen surname.

There would be concessions and political wrangling to follow, and Jon did not know that he particularly cared. Stark, Snow, Targaryen, Royce—they were both part of him, and also a part he sometimes felt that he played.

He secured the golden clasp of the black-and-red cloak of House Targaryen around his wife’s shoulders, their vows complete, and cheers erupted from the sept, amplified by the high ceilings.

Jon’s gaze sought his family, new but no less precious. His father’s smile was fierce and proud, the glitter in his eyes one of familiar sorrow. They had only known one another as men. Jon’s gaze shifted to the little princes beside him, safe and whole after their own harrowing kidnapping, both looking delighted for their newfound older brother. He was grateful that Daemon had them, at least, to ease some of that ache for what could have been.

“When shall we sneak away?” Laena murmured to him, forced to near conversational volume to be heard over the noise.

The feast still awaited them, but they had agreed beforehand that they would fly on dragonback to wherever their instincts guided them for the consummation. The years Jon had spent in Volantis, which dwarfed King’s Landing, had granted him some immunity to both the smells and bustle of a large city, but he still longed for air that could be shared by two people alone.

“When they start clamoring for the bedding,” Jon murmured back.

Their dragons were both in the Red Keep’s enclosure, though their size had required displacing its usual inhabitants—namely Caraxes and the twins’ young hatchlings.

Most of the family, Targaryen and now Velaryon, who met him with well-wishes and fond embraces were still strangers to him, but Jon bore their greetings until he was at last with those who truly mattered. Daemon’s arms wrapped tight around him and held, as though he did not want to release him.

I was already a man, Jon wanted to tell him. Today does not change that.

But those words would cut him to the quick. Jon sighed into his hair instead. “We will not be gone long.”

He had informed Daemon of their plans, knowing that otherwise, Caraxes would hunt them in the night. And although they would go to Runestone eventually, he had agreed to spend several moons in King’s Landing to better acquaint himself with his family.

He leaned down, once Daemon had finally let go, to grab one of his brothers in either arm. “You were not listening to a word the septon said,” Baelon said, “admit it.”

“I did not,” Jon said, unable to help but smile.

His brother nudged Rhaegar. “See?”

Rhaegar rolled his eyes. “I did not claim otherwise. I said that he was taken by Lady Laena’s beauty.” His other brother fixed him with a piercing stare. “Were you not?”

“Perhaps a little,” Jon confessed, dropping a kiss to his head.

They shall have to visit often, or I shall miss them. Or worry. Which inevitably meant Daemon as well, but that suited him fine. The two of them still had much to discuss about how to deal with the shattered remnants of the Triarchy, and the threat of Volantis itself.

But that could wait for tomorrow.