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blackdollette · 5 months ago

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"got your bible, got your gun." || part five.

꒰ ៹ . "𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 .𝟑𝟖 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐒."

tough. - lana del rey + quavo

୨୧˖-ׁ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢��: practice makes perfect...

꒰ ៹ . ୨୧˖ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: new ! bau ! female ! reader x jealous ! spencer

꒰ ៹ . ୨୧˖ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.3k

꒰ ៹ . ୨୧˖ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: possibly fluffy, somewhat playful banter

ㅤㅤㅤ꒰ ៹ . 🍒 previous chapters: 𝐈 , 𝐈𝐈 , 𝐈𝐈𝐈 , 𝐈𝐕

a couple of months in the analysis unit had been more than enough time for you to prove your glowing ethics and efficiency when covering cases. but how good of an agent were you if you couldn’t even stick a bullet in a cardboard man’s flat head?

“...damnit…” you mutter under your breath, watching as your stray bullet somehow managed to swerve and hit the parchment square in the chest, which would’ve been great if you hadn’t been aiming for his leg.

watching idly from the entrance of the shooting range, spencer felt an amused grin tug at his lips. between the tug that pulled at his heartstrings and the sight of you struggling (your seemingly only flaw), he couldn’t deny the stream of delight and supremacy that surged through his veins. even though he failed his gun qualification not once, not twice, but four times.

but still, the feeling of triumph was like a breath of fresh air after months of constantly being outshone by you.

“no offense, doctor,” he dragged out the last word as usual, never forgetting to sprinkle it with just a trace of disdain, “but it’s pretty clear that you have no clue what you’re doing.”

you sigh, putting your arms to your side and clutching the handgun that sat loosely in your grip. you had heard when he came in and to be honest, you were almost certain that the only reason you couldn’t hit your target was because of the feeling of his hazel eyes obsessively burning holes in your back for the past 30 minutes.

“laugh it up, doc.” you said dismissively, getting your arms back into position and pointing the gun straight at the shabbily pierced cardboard man. “i’ve almost got it, anyway.”

he sucked in a breath of air through his teeth, hands shoved in his pockets. “not with that posture you don’t.”

you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you pulled back the earmuffs on your head, finally turning back to look at him in all his skinny, nerdy glory. you had never seen anyone pull off such an ugly sweater vest the way he did.

“what’s wrong with my posture, genius?” you placed a hand on your hip, watching his smug demeanor subtly wither away.

he cleared his throat, taking a cautious step forward. “for starters, you’re shoulders are hunched. pull them back a little and maybe you’ll actually hit the target.”

you narrowed your eyes slightly, trying to hide the fact that every single word had tattooed itself in your brain.

he continued his instructions. “next, keep your feet shoulder-width apart. that’ll help you balance.”

you nodded slowly, visualizing the movements in your head.

“finally, apply pressure with both of your hands. i noticed that you allow your dominant hand to do all the work. try to distribute the tension evenly.”

spencer obviously didn’t mean to openly admit that he had been analyzing you and had only realized his screw-up when he saw a sly grin spread across your face.

“whatever you say, doctor…” you said quietly, facing your target once again and forcing your body into the instructed stance. you stood awkwardly, hands shaking slightly as you held them stiffly in front of you. clearly the boy-genius wasn’t as good of an instructor as he thought.

he cringed slightly, pulling his hands from his pocket as he approached you.

“you look like a marionette with a deranged puppeteer.” he gestured toward your feet pointing awkwardly toward eachother, your shoulders squeezed together, and your shaking arms.

you quickly fixed your posture, standing upright once again. “and who do i have to thank for that?” you asked sarcastically.

spencer held back a little laugh. as much as he found it hard to like you, he couldn’t pretend that he didn’t like the way you quickly snapped back at him and fearlessly put him in his place.

“okay, okay. just… hold still.”

with a few more careful steps he found himself standing directly behind you, using all his might not to rub up against you. he took your arms in his hands, pulling them up until they were angled perfectly with the target.

though this whole scene was undoubtedly inappropriate, you felt an odd sense of security sizzle in your chest.

“...feet shoulder-width apart…” his breath felt warm at the top of your head, leading you to obey him subconsciously. he nodded with approval, letting out a low hum.

“excuse me, reid, but i’m pretty sure if i landed a spot in the BAU, i’m more than capable of shooting a little gun on my own. how hard can it be?”

as you asked that question, he bit back the scientifically proven, and clearly unwanted tidbit of information that threatened to spill from his lips, deciding to say something much less mature, as he held your arms in place.

“has anyone ever told you how hard-headed you are?” he asked matter-of-factly.

you stay quiet, slightly taken aback by the boldness of the question. “no. but there’s a first time for everything, i guess. now am i holding this thing right or not?”

his hands snaked forward until they caressed yours, helping you keep a gentle but firm grip on the weapon. a soft sigh slipped through your lips as the tension in your body released. this was much better.

while you should’ve thanked spencer for the support, you were having a bit too much fun being stubborn. “why’re you helping me out anyway…”

your question caught him off guard. he had been wondering that himself. he didn’t even know why he had stayed in the corner watching you in the first place. but the addictive feeling of finally being better than you at something was too good for him to turn down.

he sighed, speaking quietly. “i don’t know. i can relate to you, i guess. the gun qualification was the only test that i didn’t ace on the first try.”

you let out a small laugh. even his humility was laced with the fact that he and his all-knowing gray matter could do no wrong.

spencer felt a smile spread across his own lips as well, but a feeling in his gut stopped it from blooming. this temporary moment of paradise had let him to forget what terms you and him were on.

he cleared his throat, his lips inching toward your ear until he finally gave you the signal.

“now pull the trigger. nice and steady, don’t move your arms.”

a deafening bang rang through the room. your eyes instantly slammed shut, your body jerking back into his as you sent the bullet soaring forward. you panted heavily, the wind being knocked out of you from the impact. the thunderous noise was followed by an expecting silence.

“...atta, girl…” spencer whispered, finally encouraging you to open your eyes. a wave of relief surged through your body. you had hit the target head-on, making it the perfect shot.

you stood there, mouth agape as you stared through the hollow space in the center of the man’s head. a genuine smile graced your lips as you turned back, looking at the vestige of the proud expression that rested on his face.

“...thank you, spencer.” you said with formality that he couldn’t help but respect. with a pep in your step that hadn’t been there before you left the range, leaving him alone with his web of thoughts.

on one hand, he had helped a girl that probably had no experience with weaponry in her life. that should’ve given him at least a thread of pleasure, right? but instead, he was filled with the realization that he had just fed his only opponent the last thing she needed to be a fully qualified member of the unit.

and he had served it to you on a silver platter without you having to lift a finger.

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drmaddict · 9 months ago

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Yogi's Choice

Summary: The CoD guys with a girl who is into yoga.

Characters: Soap, Ghost, Alejandro, König, Rudy

Wordcount: 1.995

Soap

"What are you doing?"

Johnny's voice snapped me out of my concentration. I put my feet on the floor and sat down on the mat beneath me. Slightly annoyed, I looked up at him. "Yoga."

He was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed, one eyebrow raised. "And you always look like a pretzel? Apart from that. Why didn't you ever tell me that you can put your feet behind your head? As your boyfriend, I should know that!"

I just rolled my eyes and tried to get into my next pose.

"What's that called now? Warrior something?"

"Super Soldier." I mumbled, concentrating on keeping my balance.

Johnny laughed. "Looks pretty wobbly, soldier.", he teased me.

I didn't let myself be put off. "Then why don't you try it yourself?" I mumbled and changed sides.

I heard him clap his hands. "All right."

I slowly stood up again and watched Johnny trying to sort out his limbs, which only resulted in him standing very stiffly on my mat with his legs a little wide and looking down at himself in confusion.

I smirked. "What's wrong Sergeant?"

He looked at me stubbornly. "Hey I've only seen the pose once. Let me think!"

I grinned. "Legs hip-width apart. Good. Upper body down. Put your weight on one leg and slowly lift the other. Now grab your foot with your hand and-" BOOM. Johnny fell over like a sack of rice. I stifled my laughter with all my might.

"Fuck.", he grumbled, but immediately stood back up and tried again... and again and again.

I watched him sit cross-legged until he looked down at his legs angrily and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Looks pretty wobbly.", I grinned.

He grumbled to himself, his accent becoming so strong again, that I could hardly understand anything. "I'll figure that out!", he promised and quickly left the room.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm getting a stupid yoga mat!", he shouted and I heard the door slam.

Knowing him, he wasn't going to let that down until he managed to hold this not-so-easy pose.

I could have just told him, that he has to bend his knee, but what would be the fun in that?

Ghost

"What are you doing here?" I mumbled, still slightly sleepy.

Simon was sitting on the stairs of the terrace, looking out over the moonlit farm. "Can't sleep.", he mumbled. He tapped his temple lightly. "Too loud."

I sat down next to him. I put half of the blanket I had wrapped around me around his shoulders and leaned against him. "Sorry."

He just mumbled.

We sat there quietly and listened to the nocturnal animals. "Don't you want to go for a walk?" I mumbled into the silence. That was usually his way of dealing with insomnia.

He sighed. "I'm already done."

I looked at him in surprise. "How long have you been awake?"

He shook his head. "Since we went to bed."

"Si." I sighed.

He rubbed his tired eyes. "I'm open to suggestions.", he mumbled devotedly.

"How many nights has it been?"

He looked at his hands. "The third."

"You haven't slept for three nights?", I asked, shocked. "Why didn't you say anything?"

He sighed. "I slept. Just very little."

I rubbed his back. "I'd say do yoga, but-"

He dropped his head onto my shoulder. "I do everything now.", he mumbled devotedly.

I laughed in surprise. "Really?"

He nodded.

He let me gently maneuver him into the house until I sat him down on the soft carpet in the living room.

He followed my little lesson without hesitation. Copied the gentle stretches. Followed the breathing I instructed him to do. We both lay on the floor in shavasana. "Concentrate on your breathing. I like to imagine a circle that gets bigger, when I breathe in and smaller, when I breathe out.", I explained. "This gives your head somthing to do."

He nodded almost imperceptibly and found his rhythm. "Let your limbs consciously become heavy. Push the tension out of them in a controlled manner. Relax your face."

I listened to his breathing and the soft noises that came through the open window. Simon was lying next to me. His eyes closed. His face relaxed.

He seemed calm. I was just hoping, that he would at least get some rest, even if he couldn't fall asleep, when his all-too-familiar loud snoring made me look up.

I grinned. There you go.

As carefully as possible, I laid the blanket over his tall form and trudged to the sofa to lie down again. We could always deal with any back pain later.

Alejandro

I felt a couple of big hands on my bottom.

"Hot." Alejandro grinned down at me.

I stood up again. I rolled my eyes, smirking slightly. "You really use every cliché.", I said and poked him on the forehead. "Weirdo."

Alejandeo wasn't impressed at all and simply pulled me towards him, until there wasn't a hair's breadth between us. "I am a man. We're simple creatures.", he beamed and tampered with my neck while he kneaded my bottom extensively.

"Ale!" I protested with a laugh and pushed him away from me. "I'm not finished yet.", I complained.

He looked at me closely. "I want to watch.", he said.

I just rolled my eyes again. "But shut up.", I admonished, poking him in the chest.

"Whatever my angel wants.", he just grinned and sat down next to my mat.

I ignored the presence of the born macho next to me and resumed my exercises. I let my breathing and movements carry me and felt myself becoming more relaxed with every stretch and every pose, until I almost forgot that Alejandro was watching me.

When I opened my eyes again and got ready for the real world, I saw Alejandro watching me intently. He was smiling gently. Almost like a schoolboy he was beaming.

"What?" I asked, confused.

He crawled up to me and kissed my forehead. "You're beautiful.", he smiled.

I felt the heat in my cheeks. "Shut up." I smiled sheepishly.

Alejandro just grinned. "You'll have to teach me a few things.", he said.

I laughed. "You want to learn yoga?"

"Hm. Some of it would be the perfect punishment for a couple of rookies... And some of it could be very helpful in private, of course." He waggled his eyebrows playfully.

I laughed. "An absolute cliché. You macho."

"You're into it."

"Admittedly." I confessed and kissed him.

It didn't take long for Alejandro to misappropriate my yoga mat.

König (Klaus)

"I'll kill you.", Klaus bit out quietly between his teeth.

Horangi laughed in amusement. "What's wrong, big guy? You said we need to relax more."

"What's relaxing about this, please?", he hissed. Klaus found himself in a very tense version of downward-facing dog, trying to remember what his back should feel like.

"Dig your left heel into the ground and lift your right leg. Keep your hips parallel to the floor.", instructed the yoga teacher of the class, walking through the rows in a relaxed manner.

Klaus knew her. Unfortunately. She lived in his apartment complex. He'd had a crush on her for a while. He had never spoken to her before. He wasn't sure if Horangi had planned this somehow, although he couldn't know anything about it. Klaus just concentrated on not making an absolute idiot of himself and lifted his right leg up with perhaps a little too much momentum. His foot banged against something.

"Hmph."

Klaus quickly pulled his leg back and looked into the face of his neighbor, who was rubbing her jaw. He turned bright red. Horangi next to him almost burst, it looked like, because he was trying to suppress his laughter. He was only partially successful.

"I'm so sorry.", Klaus stammered, but she just waved him off with a smile. "More shock than damage. Normally, the legs I walk past are shorter. I should have been more careful."

Klaus remained silent. Once again, he didn't know what to say. However, she only gestured for him to get back into position.

"Now pull your right leg towards your chest. Move your shoulders over your wrists. Breathe out. Breathe in. Bring your leg back up and forward again. Find your rhythm."

Klaus was still trying to suppress his shame, when he felt two delicate hands on his hips. He flinched slightly. "Hold it straight. You're bending to the left.", she explained gently.

Klaus quickly shifted his hips as he should and looked stubbornly at the mat. "Perfect." He heard the smile in her voice.

"And put it down. Very good. Go into plank and then transition to cobra or upward-looking dog."

She went on relaxed and corrected the contestants. Horangi was still laughing his head off.

Klaus just tried to breathe away his erection. For the rest of the lesson, he stubbornly looked at the floor and prayed that the time would pass more quickly.

Horangi put both their mats away as the teacher moved towards Klaus. His heart immediately raced.

"You live above me, don't you?" she asked cheerfully.

Klaus nodded quickly. Too quickly, he realized. "Uh... Yes."

She smiled. "Say, do you fancy going for a coffee or something?"

His heart skipped a beat. "Coffee? Uh? With you? The two of us?"

She laughed again. "Yes, both of us."

Klaus would have liked to slap himself. "Yes. Yes, that sounds... Yes."

"Okay. This afternoon? At three?"

Klaus nodded.

"Will you pick me up?", she winked teasingly.

A smile crept onto his face. "I hope I'm on time... Traffic."

She laughed. "See you later."

Klaus smiled and looked after her.

Horangi joined him. "You're the only guy I know who can kick a woman in the face and then get a date out of it."

Klaus looked down at him, annoyed. "You have to be over 6'3" for that."

Rudy

"Ow! OW!"

I jerked my upper body forward again and turned to Rudy, who was red-faced and pulling his legs to his chest.

"You said push." I tried to explain myself.

He just nodded. "And I made a mistake with that.",he whimpered.

"Are you okay?" I asked carefully and stroked his head.

Rudy put his head in my hand. "I'm just waiting for my adductor muscles to reattach to the bones."

I grinned and continued stroking his hair. "You really don't have to do this with me. You know that."

Rudy shook his head. "It was my idea."

Rudy had offered to get a little more involved in my yoga hobby and maybe practice a few couple yoga poses with me. Rudy was strong. He had proven that more than once. Many people underestimated him, but he simply had working muscles, not gym muscles. Unlike any man I'd ever been with, he just threw me into his arms and made me feel like I weighed as much as a squirrel. So he had fun holding me into the air, while I let myself fall into the poses, knowing he would always catch me.

Only the stretching exercises weren't his thing. We sat down with our backs to each other and our legs spread apart. First he leaned backwards and pushed me forwards. Then it was my turn. "Realy press yourself against my back.", he had said and then immediately yelped in pain.

"Are you sure everything's okay?"

He opened his eyes, which he had closed due to my stroking. "Everything is fine. I'm just stiff.", he winked.

I sighed. "Injuries are no joke, if-"

He reached for my free hand and squeezed it lightly. "Torn muscles and tendons feel different. Trust me." He grinned. "I'm just old."

I grinned. "At least it's good for the joints."

He nodded, still grinning. "Then we know what we can do together in the old people's home." He kissed me gently.

I smiled. "I'll get you stretched by then."

He laughed. "I'm counting on it."

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00ops1e · 1 year ago

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despite being your ever-loving and caring partner, König was a man, and just like any other, he has needs… that’s what got you into this position. and a compromising one at that,

wc: 750

NSFW 18+, cw: i don’t think there are any??? (please lmk if i missed anything i will gladly add it)

You lay there, face up on the edge of your shared bed. König stood before you, a king gazing upon his kingdom. Your legs fell to the sides, ankles nearly spread to the width of the bed. The mess you two had created- a sticky mess of saliva and that sweet pussy he loved so much- was on full display for the towering man to admire.

Realizing this, you feel a special heat rising in your cheeks and traveling down to your aching core. Almost instinctively your knees begin to close, a desperate attempt to cover up. Your efforts are thwarted by the strong, calloused hands of your lover, the one who brought this on in the first place.

“There’s no hiding from me Schatz,” König gently spreads your legs, lowering his head to kiss your inner thigh. you shudder, he had already ate you out like a starved man. your body still twitching and clit still throbbing from the aftershocks of your first (and definitely not last) orgasm of the night.

Just feeling his hot breath on your skin drives you wild, his lips are far more comparable to electricity. His touch is rough, strong, calculated, but at the same time no man has ever shown such love and care toward you. Its funny how the biggest guy is the most gentle.

But tonight it seems as though hes letting loose a bit. Usually, you are treated as though the slightest tap could shatter you; as if you were made of glass. But every so often he would get rough, he’d treat you like a slut, a fucktoy. After being together so long, you were able to predict these moods like the weather. It could be arguments or work, but sometimes he just gets extra horny

Of course the way Kon is so gentle and cautious with you was one of the reasons you liked him so much, but with a man like him, primal instincts begin to surface. He makes you feel like a cat in heat, constantly aching with desire. Those features haunted you all throughout your time apart, daydreaming about being ragdolled instead of filing the overdue paperwork. He’s so hot it gets you into trouble.

A sudden and harsh squeeze of your thigh brings you back to the reality in front of you, a soft whimper escapes your lips as he marks territory. He chuckles, leaning in to kiss you hastily. His hands travel up your torso, stopping briefly to caress your waist “so perfect, mien liebe,” he trails off, kissing his way up.

At this point the cargo pants around his waist are a physical restraint, hips swaying ever so subtly. He catches your gaze, and smirks.

“Tell me what you want darling,” he says, it sounds as if hes teasing you. He knows damn well what you crave. You aren’t going to make this easy. after all, it is more fun this way.

“Hmmmm, im not sure,” You paw at his bulge, feeling it twitch under the touch. The best part of you two’s dynamic is that he is just as needy and horny and sensitive as you. His eyes narrow, and there’s the shift. You are in for it now.

“Since youre so damn indescive, my turn.” König chuckles as he works on the button and zipper of his pants. Just seeing the outline of that cock is enough to have your pussy throb. In a swift motion, he reveals himself and smacks your throbbing clit. The impact sends waves of pain and pleasure up your spine, you gasp sharply.

Another slap rings throughout the room, followed by a shrill moan. Kon rests himself on your core, carefully spitting on the both of you. He uses the tip to tease your sensitive clit before sliding back and forth on it, teasing you. He can perfectly picture exactly how deep into your guts he reaches, and jesus christ is it hot. with every movement, the heat between your legs grew.

“is this what you wanted?” he teases with a low chuckle, still sliding the fat tip of his cock through your wet folds.

you buck your hips up into him, yearning for just a little more. the way he gripped your hips, the extra wet from his precome and saliva, it was enough to drive you wild.

“p-please könig, i need it… need you-“ you beg, squirming in his hands.

“that’s it schatz, beg for it, be a good girl for me,”

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts since june. i forgot about it till now. jesus christ. also my first nsfw post???? crazy. beth is loosing it. (yk it’s bad when we start talking in third person oml)

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sweet-honey-tears · 4 months ago

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Makeup. P2

Part one

Tetsu, Shoji, Tokoyami, Aoyama x Reader

Hello, all my bubble bees. IM BACK -for a limited time only. As requested, we have another hero makeup! I did these while taking a break between work, and it was really enjoyable to do. I also can't get over the idea of Deku’s makeup being cosplay makeup—that boy definitely costplayed all might. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: Reader wear dress and makeup, possibly suggestive if you squint.

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💪 Shoji 💪

Shoji: Wet Eye Liners - Water Activated Dry Liners Pallet

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frozenbound · 2 years ago

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Heya just wanted to check on the fic, I also feel like we need more pussy genji getting railed by Hanzo and pussy Hanzo getting railed by mccree. I'm the dumpthatshit account

I was wondering if you'd accept a fem!hanzo but still very macho and basically same everything sans facial hair and ykno plus boobs and a vagina, just totally confident in her body and giving genji a run for his money as he chases her their own kinda version of flirting; he can rarely catch her unless she lets him which can move on to relentless fucking, breast play/breast feeding kink and impregnantion kink from both sides, cream pie etc

Sorry this took so long! Here it is!

Hanzo tossed her hair over her shoulder and smiled at Genji as he stared, dumbstruck, at her, standing in the middle of the dojo, naked, her feet shoulder-width apart, her chest thrust out.

"Well?" she called over. "You're late."

Genji said something, but it was low and incomprehensible as he looked over his sister's body, from her challenging look down her pert breasts to her shaved and smooth valley.

"Get over here," she ordered, still smiling. "I'm adding on five minutes of cardio for every second you make me wait."

He hurried over, his eyes as big as dinner plates, and stood opposite her in the middle of the dojo, falling into a ready, primed position.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked severely.

"I...am I?" he asked, his brain still in overdrive from the unexpected sight.

"Yes. If I'm naked, what makes you think you get to keep your clothes on?"

He stared.

She raised an eyebrow. "Nothing to grip."

He nodded slowly, taking in the twisted logic.

"Five minutes for every ten seconds I wait."

Even under the threat, he took a while to get his clothes off, tossing off his shirt and shucking off his pants with a dazed expression, gradually revealing his musculature and his erection.

She knocked the dazed look out of him completely when she dropped into a crouch and kicked his legs out from under him.

His erection stayed, pointing straight at the ceiling before he rolled over and jumped back up to his feet. He tried to lash out at his sister, but she rolled out of reach before springing to her feet, and training truly began.

As usual, Genji couldn't get a hold on her, but she pinned, immobilized, and threw him to the ground several times, whispering what he'd done wrong into his ear each time before he was back on his feet with a fresh attempt.

Eventually, though...

"Oof!" Hanzo squealed as Genji launched himself at her and flattened her to the ground.

She smiled past her brother's shoulder for a few moments.

Finally.

Then she let out a high-pitched moan as Genji latched his lips on her neck and ground his erection directly against her folds.

"Again?" he asked, sounding flush with victory and lust.

Hanzo took a hold of her brother's hips, raised them up, adjusted herself underneath him, and pulled him down and into her, his cock ramming into her. He gasped against her neck at how wet and loose she was, and that was all the answer he needed; he began to thrust into her, and she smiled at the instant heat building within her.

It could be hotter, though.

"I'm ovulating," she whispered towards Genji's ear. "Wouldn't it be wonderful if you knocked me up?"

Genji froze for a moment.

Then he rose up, placed two firm hands on her soft, doughy breasts, and railed her.

Satisfied, she reached down and began rubbing her clit, making sure to brush her fingertips against Genji's shaft as he pumped in and out.

"Yeah," he murmured, watching her face intently. "Yeah, take my cock, sister. Take it. I'm gonna pump you full of my seed, and you're gonna make a baby with it."

"Your baby," she purred, reveling in the ecstasy pooling in her pelvis as he filled her again and again. "Make me yours, even more than I am already."

He gasped and his grip on her breasts tightened.

Then, with a grunt that quickly turned into a growl, he thrust as deep into her as he could go, his jaw going slack as he came inside her, filling her up.

Then he collapsed against her, panting once more into her neck.

She smiled as she continued rubbing at her clit despite her hand being trapped under his weight, feeling him throb inside her, until her own mouth gradually fell open as she came closer and closer to the edge...and fell off.

"Genji," she purred over and over again, quivering and trembling underneath his heavy weight as her orgasm washed over her, the muscles in her pelvis contracting and relaxing deliciously, her pleasure heightened by the thought of her body welcoming his cum into her womb.

Then she slowly relaxed underneath Genji, and they lay there together for a long time, his semen leaking out and dripping between her legs.

"Genji," Hanzo growled.

"Hanzo?" Genji replied, tilting her head quizzically as though she had no idea why he sounded so angry.

"You can't wander around the grounds nude," he scolded. "Someone is going to see you!"

"Who?" she challenged. "The servants who practically raised us and changed our diapers? The security guards who have cameras everywhere? You, brother?"

And she shifted position which, not coincidentally, opened her legs a little wider as she stood in the middle of the cherry trees, and Hanzo's scowl deepened as his gaze was involuntarily drawn down between her legs.

"Are you going to see, brother?" she asked, her voice sultry and low. "Are you going to see my smooth, pink lips, and how inviting they are? Are you going to see how much they need some good action? Can you see how wet and dripping they..."

Hanzo growled again.

Then he stripped off his shirt and laid it on the ground.

"It seems someone did see me," Genji teased, giggling. "A gentleman."

Hanzo was already manhandling her onto the ground, her back sheltered from the ground by his shirt, but he was cradling her hips, preventing her soft, pillow-like buttocks from touching the ground.

His cock poked out from the fly of his pants, and he was already rubbing up and down her entrance to test how wet and and dripping she truly was.

And, finding her true to her word, he thrust inside her.

"Oo!" she gasped. "The gentleman may be a tad rough after all!"

Hanzo shook his head, but he didn't slack in either speed or force.

They were here, out in the open.

They had to finish quickly.

To that effect, Hanzo reached a wide, rough hand to the little but firm nub right above where he was pumping in and out of his sister and began caressing it.

Hard and deep into her. Soft and gentle outside of her.

He knew exactly how to wind her up in the most efficient way possible.

That's why she had come out here fully naked. She needed to get off, and if she had tried to ambush Hanzo in his room, he would have hemmed and hawed and then finally laid her down gently and taken her apart piece by piece, and that wasn't what she wanted or needed.

Right now, she just needed her body to heat up from the inside out, for the muscles in her core to tighten, for her walls to pulsate under his onslaught...

...and to drop off the edge like a stone.

"Brother!" she gasped as she rippled and convulsed around him, his fingers still gently but mercilessly rubbing at her as his cock pistoned in and out. "Oh! Yes! Yes!"

Hanzo, on the other hand, let out only a quiet grunt as he pushed into her one last time, but Genji moaned at the feel of his semen gushing into her, completing her...for now at least.

And for now, they kept stockstill except for the shudders and trembles of their orgasms rocking through their bodies, until they faded away.

"Come on," Hanzo grunted, and he pulled Genji to her feet. "Inside. Now."

"Yes, brother," she said sweetly as his cum dripped down her legs and onto his shirt as she made sure to stand over it. "Anything you say."

"Cassidy," Hanzo greeted as she answered the knock at her quarters.

"Shimada," he replied, and he pushed past her into her room.

She scowled, but she closed the door with a snap.

"Got your message," he said as he headed for her bed.

"Good," was all she said back, but her tone was clear: send me a reply next time.

He wouldn't.

He unbuckled his belt and let his trousers and underwear fall to the ground with a loud thud, unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall of him the same way, then he sat and laid back on Hanzo's bed, positioning himself with his head against her pillow.

His erection stood proudly straight.

Hanzo climbed onto the bed, having disrobed just as quickly and dispassionately. She straddled Cassidy's hips and, with little ceremony, sank onto his cock.

She wasn't wet. Cassidy could tell. There was just something about the squelch and the slide that screamed lube, and his eyes wandered over to the bedside and, bingo, there was the uncapped bottle.

Well, it would get the job done.

They didn't say a word as Cassidy left Hanzo to do all the work. She had initiated this, so it was up to her to get the job done. He was just a glorified dildo, really, one that was warm and fairly realistic and would pump her full when they were finished, and that was all she needed, and he was game to cum in something equally warm, so. Here he was.

Hanzo's eyes glittered with that mixture of lust and contempt that she always had on nights like this, and Cassidy gazed back with indifference tempered by the spring getting pulled further and further back.

Together, their breathing was quickening, their skin was sweating, and Hanzo's juices were starting to flow, so everything was coming to the conclusion they both wanted.

Hanzo bit her lip, froze for a second, then threw her head back, grinding down onto Cassidy as her walls convulsed and shimmered against his shaft.

When the height of it had passed but the echoes were still running through her body, she looked back down at the cowboy, grimaced, and worked herself on his cock with almost brutal intent, willing him to cum inside her and get it over with.

Sometimes he deliberately held off, and he could tell that she could tell, and it pissed her off.

Tonight, though, he'd been in the middle of a movie when his phone had chimed, and he was looking forward to seeing how it ended, and if he was a bit more relaxed and loose as he watched the finale, so much the better.

So he grunted and thrust up a little, and she looked satisfied and relieved when she felt him splash, hot and burning, against her.

She waited until she felt his spurting ebb and subside, then she climbed off and, taking his clothes off the floor, presented them to him.

He dressed quickly, nodded at her, and headed out the door.

Until next time, he almost said, but all he did was snap the door closed behind him.

#rule 63 #reversed gender #requests #asks #shimadacest #yeehan

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mcubrunette · 3 years ago

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Promises

Pairing: Ikaris x Reader

Summary: Ikaris comes home later than he promised his wife after fighting a deviant, luckily the high he is on after battle will help fuel his night of making it up to her.

Word Count: 6.0K

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS PROHIBITED), oral (both receiving), spanking, slapping, nipple play, choking, hair pulling, degradation, daddy kink, swearing… lmk if I missed anything else but the point is… it's pretty dirty so be prepared but everything IS CONSENSUAL

***NO ETERNALS SPOILERS***

A/N: well people seemed to not completely hate my last Ikaris smut?? so here’s some more for all you horny people out there, happy weekend!

I anxiously paced around the kitchen, trying to find any little thing to clean or organize to pass the time and help calm my nerves.

Ikaris had woken me early this morning in bed to let me know he had heard from Ajak that there was a deviant which required his abilities. With a kiss to my forehead and a whisper that he would be back before sunfall, I heard him open and close our bedroom balcony doors and with a faint ‘whoosh’ I knew he’d flow off high into the sky.

I knew Ikaris was absolutely capable of handling whatever creature he went up against and he would do anything to get himself home safe to me. That being said, I could not help the slight twisting feeling I got in my stomach when the sun had now been set for several hours and he had yet to return.

That was until as I was in the midst of trying to rearrange the fruit bowl for pure distraction, there was a thud heard from the backyard.

The tension I had been keeping in my shoulders immediately eased, knowing my husband was home safe and sound.

I quickly made my way towards the backdoor, flinging it open and finally seeing Ikaris for the first time since this morning. He stood maybe 50 meters from the house, feet planted firmly on the ground shoulder width apart, his arms down by his sides, hands in fists, and a look of fury in his eyes.

As I stood now on the edge of the porch, I made a move to step out onto the lawn. Before I could lift my foot an inch off the ground though, Ikaris flew in a flash towards me, landing on the grass before me, hands grabbing onto my waist.

There was a brief moment where I got to stare deep into his eyes, which told me everything I needed to know about what he was feeling, and what he needed.

His eyes flared with that carnal desire.

I knew he hated every moment he had to be away from me and I also knew he hated it even more when he had to be away any longer than he had promised me.

This look in his eyes told me he needed to make up for his broken promise and his time away from me.

Not to mention the adrenaline I knew still coursed through his veins from fighting a deviant… my head was already starting to spin at the night which Ikaris was about to grace me with.

Before I could let my thoughts race any further, Ikaris was on me instantly, lips crushing into my own as he pushed me to move backwards until we slammed into the side of the house.

His hands ran down my sides, squeezing as he went along until they reached my butt, which he found a suitable place to keep them as he squeezed and spread my cheeks apart.

At the same time his tongue slipped into my mouth, swirling with my own. My hands ran up the back of his neck until they reached his hair for me to tug on just as he tugged at me.

Ikaris then detached our lips, only for his to quickly make contact with the side of my throat. I leaned my head back against the wall, partly to give him more room to work, partly to try and catch my breath.

Ikaris alternated between nips at my skin and sucking right where he knew would make my body go weak right on contact.

I could feel the arousal which was already beginning to gather in my underwear. With his legs slotted between my own, I began to thrust my hips forward against his thigh in search of relief.

“Is your cunt getting that wet already darling?” Ikaris purred in my ear as he nipped at my lobe.

A moan escaped from my lips at his words, but the movement of my hips never ceased.

“Always for you” I breathed.

Ikaris let out a growl in my ear before he then bent himself lower so his hands could reach down behind my thighs and lift me until I could wrap my legs around his waist, his hips slamming into mine.

“Ikaris!” I cried out at the feeling on his hard cock through his pants making contact with my own cloth covered center.

His lips now trailed from my throat down to my collar bones, no doubt leaving what will appear as a trail of bruises tomorrow, as he continued to grind his hips into me.

I went to move my hands from his hair down to grab for his belt when his hands caught mine just as they had made it to his chest, and pinned them up above my head against the wall.

His head now moved back up so he could whisper in my ear, “are you gonna be able to take whatever I give you tonight, baby girl?. Though his upper half remained still, his hips did not stop thrusting against mine for even a moment.

A whimper of desperation broke from my lips at the thought of what he planned for me this evening.

Though I could not bring myself to form words, my body feeling like it was on fire, all I could get out was a breathy nod.

Ikaris pulled back, his hips ceased their movements, his face so close to mine our noses just barely touched.

“I need you to use your words” he commanded.

The look in my eyes told me he needed a verbal answer in order to proceed, so with all my focus I blurted out, “I can take it daddy, I want it”

A devilish smile appeared on his lips.

Before I could blink I could feel my back come off the wall and wind rushing over my body as Ikaris flew us up until we landed on the same balcony he had departed from this morning.

As he softly landed us on the ground, the moment my feet were balanced I was pushing against Ikaris’ chest moving him backwards now until he met the glass door. I then reached up to pull his neck down so I could slam my lips against his.

My hands roamed up and down his chest, feeling his hard body from over his clothing, until my one hand reached below his belt buckle as I began to palm at him.

I could hear his breath become ragged as his pants grew tighter and tighter. My lips now made their way from his mouth to his ear and as I nipped at its curved I whisper, “you flying always gets me so fucking hot”.

Ikaris let out a growl in response, reaching behind him to push open the door, then wrapped his arm around mine pulling me to tumble in the room together, not wasting a second before he commanded, “get on the ground and suck my fuckin cock”.

Who was I to deny the god of a man which stood before me.

I bit my lip as I seductively lowered myself to my knees.

Ikaris wasted no time, already unbuckling his belt and smoothly sliding it off and tossing it over the bench at the end of the bed - just in close enough reach should he need access to it later on.

My hands now grabbed for his pants, making quick works of undoing the bottom, zip flying down, hands grabbing for the rim of his pants to pull them down past the base of his briefs. I caressed his hard erection through the thin material, aching to be freed.

A rough hand was in the back of my hair then, pulling my head back so I could look him in the eyes.

“Now’s not the time to be a fuckin tease” Ikaris growled from above, eyes burning with intensity.

Keeping my eyes locked on his, I moved my hand up until they reached the waistband of his briefs, pulling the clothing downward until I felt his hard cock fly out and up towards his stomach. My eyes zeroed in, mouth salivating at the feast before me.

His cock was too irresistible to spend another moment waiting, my lips leaning forward to wrap around the tip as my one hand went to its base to reach what my mouth could not, and the other bracing myself on his thigh.

I worked my mouth up and down his length, hollowing my cheeks out, trying to take as much as I could of him into the warmth of my mouth.

My hand that was resting on his thigh now moved to caress his balls, making sure I was being absolutely thorough and not leaving any part of him out of receiving pleasure.

I swirled my tongue around the tip then dipping my tongue into the slit, causing Ikaris to to tilt his head back and moan out, “fuckin hell baby girl” as his hand tighted its grip in my head.

I pulled my mouth off the tip, causing Ikaris to shoot his gaze down to mine. His eyes made contact with mine just in time to watch me hold his cock up, suck his balls into my mouth, then lick from the base to the tip of his cock, finishing leaving the tip coated in my saliva.

Ikaris growled, then pushed on my head, further forcing his cock deep into my throat, gagging me in the process. Ikaris did not say a word, only pulling me back just slightly to make sure I was okay. Once he caught a look at me, pleasure glazed over my eyes, he knew he was free to go full throttle.

He began thrusting into my mouth, starting slow and working his way up until he was completely fucking my mouth.

One look down at me, as my red and swollen lips sloppily moved up and down his cock, Ikaris could not help himself as he spit out, “you’re such a fucking cock slut aren’t you? Bet your pussy is so wet from you gagging around my cock like this”

My body burned in heat at the sound of his words, he knew the dirty words he spoke would be as much for my pleasure as it was his.

Ikaris’ breath was becoming more and more ragged, as the movements of my mouth around his cock became sloppier and sloppier, both of us overwhelmed in pleasure.

I was in complete anticipation for his body to go rock hard as he released and filled my mouth with his cum, but he was nowhere near ready for this night to be over. Instead, he kept my mouth moving up and down his cock up until the last moment before he knew he would explode, then pulled at my hair, ripping me off his cock.

As I sat on my knees panting Ikaris smirked down at me and purred, “get all your clothes off and get on the bed, princess”

I stood then so I could pull down my yoga pants, as I kicked them off my feet Ikaris’ hands made quick work grabbing onto the hem of my tank top and ripping it off over my head, flinging it across the room. Then I made quick work to unhook my bra clasp, also discarded on the floor.

I grabbed for his shirt now to rip it off him as he lowered to finish removing his pants, now standing completely bare before me.

Ikaris walked towards me slowly, looking like a predator stalking its prey. I backed myself up until I hit the bed, then crawled back until I could fully lay down, arms supporting me from behind so I could look up as my husband now stood at the end of the bed.

He crawled onto the bed and I spread my legs to the sides so he could lower his body to hover directly above me, arms supporting himself on either side of my head.

Ikairs dipped down to capture my mouth with his, sliding his tongue right in to swirl with my own. Then all too soon he pulled away, biting at my bottom lip while on his way out.

His mouth began making their way down my throat, past my collar bones pausing when they reached my breasts. Ikaris practically devoured my left breast as his hand made quick work on the right one. He swirled his tongue around my left nipple, as his hand worked to tweak and flick at the other.

His hand that was not in use began to slide down from around my waist, until it reached my still clothed covered center..

Ikaris pulled away, eyes bearing into mine, “I thought I told you to get all your fucking clothes off before getting into bed”.

I batted my eyes as I looked down at him and responded, “oops, I must have been distracted”, biting my lip.

Ikaris let out a low growl, before quickly bringing both hands to my hips and flipping me over so I now laid on my stomach, head turned to the side. Ikaris resumed his position over top of me then lowered so he could whisper in my ear, “you remember what happens when you don’t listen, hmm? What happens when my princess is bad?” he asked.

Heat flushed over me as I whispered, “they get punished”.

“Good girl” Ikaris purred, then sat up so he could grab at my panties, pull them down my legs and toss them to the floor.

Ikaris moved back up to my ear to ask, “how does ten spankings sound?.. Hmm?... Does that sound good enough to you?”

I nodded the best I could in my position as I tried to twist to look him in the eyes as I confirmed, “yes sir”.

Ikaris wasted no time, quickly adjusting his body to the side and with that,

‘SLAP’, my body arched into the bed.

Ikaris nipped at my ear lobe before growling, “count for me”

“One”, I rasped out.

‘SLAP’

“Two”

We continued on for eight more, each time Ikaris would immediately rub at wear he had hit, trying to lessen the burn somewhat, and each timing causing more and more wetness to gather between my thighs.

At the final blow, I choked out “ten” and my body collapsed into the bed.

Ikaris leaned down to press a kiss to the side of my head and cooed, “good job baby girl.. I’m so proud of you.. did so good for me” and with my head a little fuzzy I just hummed in reply.

“And if I know my princess well enough…” he trailed off, as his hand trailed down between my thighs to swipe through the mess I had produced there, “ahh yes, fucking soaking the bed after getting her spanking, I just know this body so well.. doesn’t daddy know you inside and out, princess?”

I eagerly nodded now, “yes Daddy, you do” I confirmed.

Ikaris flipped me onto my back and peered down at me with that devilish glint in his eyes again, “well then since I’ve already demonstrated knowing your outsides, I think it's time I do inside”.

He left open mouth kisses starting from the peak of my breasts, down across my stomach until he reached the peak of my mound.

Not wasting any time, Ikaris leaned down further so he could drag his tongue from the base, up through my folds, covering his face in my wetness, until he reached my clit, mouth suctioning around the little nub.

“Ikarisss!” I moaned, dragging out his name as my body lurched forward so my hands could grab into his hair to pull him even closer.

Ikaris continued his feast, using his index and middle finger to part my lips so he could lap at all the sweetness which my body produced for him

Each time his tongue would reach the top of my pussy, he would take an extra second to flick his tongue at my clit. My legs would try instinctively to close in response but his body blocked their way.

He seemed completely unaware of my upper body which writhed against the comforter, my legs now wrapped around his back. Combined with my hair tugging and my heels tugging into his back, I was trying to communicate my needs when my brain was too overwhelmed in pleasure to find the words.

Ikaris pulled away, placing kisses along the insides of my thighs, “tell me what you need, babygirl?” he murmured between kisses.

“Ik-” I breathed, trying to formulate the words.

“C’mon princess, tell daddy what you need”

I threw my head back in frustration.

I sat up just enough to plead, “I need you inside me daddy, please”, falling back on the bed.

With one last kiss to my thigh, Ikaris moved his mouth back to my center. My pussy lips were spread with his fingers again to allow his tongue to dive right in. He began fucking his tongue in and out of me.

“Like this?” Ikaris questioned. The vibrations of his words spread through my folds further igniting my body.

“I need more Ikaris, please” I took a breath, “fingers, please” I requested. I was about to enter full blown delirium if I did not get some form of deeper penetration rapidly.

“As you wish, princess” Ikaris cooed, moving his mouth upward to focus on my clit again as he slid one of his thick fingers into my pussy.

He thrust his finger in and out, curling along my g-spot, causing my toes to curl in the process.

But I needed more.

“More Ikaris” I pleaded, “I’m not filled enough yet”.

Ikaris complied, plunging a second finger in alongside his index. My hands tugged harder at his hair in reaction, both of us moaning out at each other's actions.

As he continued pumping his two fingers in and out of my cunt and his tongue working my clit, his free hand reached up then to grasp at my breast, immediately going to play with my nipple.

Between the nipple stimulation, clitoris stimulation and penetration, I could feel the pleasure building to a peak and I went to warn karis of my approaching climax.

“Ikaris I’m ab-aH fuCk” I blurted out, as Ikaris shut up my words as he suddenly slid a third finger in to my cunt beside the other two.

“What was that princess?” Ikaris teased from below.

“Tell me how daddy is making you feel” he hummed against my clit.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum soon” I whined out.

“Yeah? Will you be a good girl and cum when daddy tells you to?”

I eagerly nodded, trying to hold on until he gave me permission to let go.

Ikaris then slapped my breast just as he thrust his fingers in with extra force, “use your words” he growled.

“Yes daddy” I stuttered out, “I will”.

His fingers began to thrust in and out of my cunt at an inhuman rate, suctioning his tongue around my clit again, tweaking at my other nipple now.

My breath was becoming heavy and pronounced, the pressure building inside, trying to fight me as I pushed it back down, just hold on, I repeated to myself. Urging my body to hold on until Ikaris said the words.

My body fighting my mind, by my mind fought, and fought until finally Ikaris demanded, “cum now”.

Shockwaves rippled through my body, back arching off the bed to pull Ikaris closer as my orgasm washed through, “fuck me Ikaris... f-fuck” I moaned out.

Ikaris continued pumping in and out through the span of my release. Until my body was falling back on the bed and my body began to shutter at the overstimulation his fingers now delivered.

He ceased his movements, withdrawing his fingers, then giving one more lap up through my folds with his tongue, and a kiss to my clit before he finally brought his gaze back up to mine.

He crawled up the bed, his hand which was just inside me now caressed my cheek to pull my mouth to meet his, allowing me to taste myself as his tongue entangled with mine.

Ikaris pulled back then so our foreheads just now rested together as he whispered, “you good, Love?” hand running through my hair now as he quickly checked in to make sure I was okay to continue.

I nodded, and as I peered up through my lashes I confirmed, “yes sir”.

Ikaris' face was now graced with a smirk as he saw the hunger which burned in my eyes, in anticipation for what was finally about to come.

I reached my hand down to grasp at his cock, tugging up and down, so stiff and hard, feeling along every veiny ridge of his shaft.

Ikaris groaned, then grabbed my hand, pulling it away as he also took hold of my other hand and held them down above my head.

“Your touch is electric, princess, I’d let you continue but I’m not about to explode all over your stomach before I even get my cock inside of you” he growled.

I let out a moan from his words, body becoming flushed with heat all over again.

With one hand still holding my hands above me, his other reached down to grasp his cock, letting out a hiss at how sensitive it was - even to his own town. Calming himself mentally, he took his cock and dragged it through my folds, tapping at my clit then just to tease me.

I thrust my hips up, trying to urge him to get his cock in me.

Wasting no more time because he is just as desperate as I was, I watched as he lined his cock up with my entrance, then he commanded, “look at me”.

The moment my eyes met with his, he thrust his hips forward in a fast and dominant movement, fully sheathing himself around my cunt in less than a second.

My body arched off the bed as I screamed out, “fuCk Ikaris!”, eyes squeezing shut as I adjusted to his size. I was absolutely wet enough for him to have slammed into me like that, but his size would always take me a moment to adjust to.

A single moment was all I got before he pulled his hips back until the tip of his cock just barely exited my warmth, before he snapped his hips forwards to fill me completely again.

“Holy fuck” I breathed out, the wind getting knocked out of me, Ikaris just smirked down at me.

Thrusting in and out, Ikaris began to just develop a rapid rhythm, fucking into me so deep he took my breath away each time.

I was desperate to grasp on him, his hair, his back, his arms, his anything but he kept my hands contained in his one hand, as his other grasped and pulled at my breasts now.

“Ikaris ple-” I tried to get the words out, “touch Ikaris… let me touch you” I pleaded in desperation.

“Are you gonna be a good girl?” he grunted from above as his hips continued thrusting into me.

“Yes, I promise daddy, please”

Like those were the magic words, Ikaris complied. My hands were freed and immediately were running through his hair, grasping on the brown strands, pulling his mouth down to mine. Teeth clashing, tongues uncoordinated as his thrusts shook our bodies, we just tried to taste each other best we could.

Then Ikaris pulled his face away so he could lean down further and drag his teeth across my throat.

My hands now sought refuge on his back, hands splayed across the surface.

Ikaris reached his arms down to grasp my thighs to pulls them up to wrap around his waist, lifting my hips now off the bed so he could fuck down into me.

The new angle had my nails curing along the surface of his back, no doubt leaving marks for him to discover tomorrow.

My neck arched back in pleasure, allowing Ikaris more room to continue his assault, nipping at my throat then sucking the skin into his mouth.

“Ikaris..” I rasped, “I.. I’m getting close again”

“Fuckin Christ” Ikaris muttered, then began to thrust even harder and faster.

My whole body shook with his thrusts.

Ikaris then reached one hand down between us so he could rub at my clit, trying to push me over the edge.

“You gonna come for me again? Huh?”

My eyes rolled back in pleasure, moaning out in response.

“Look at you already getting drunk off my cock. Can’t help yourself when you got my cock filling you up like this, can’t you?” he teased.

“Ikaris.. Please” I stuttered.

“You want to cum? Then fuckin cum right now”

My release exploded around him, hands grasping onto his back as if to hold on while the earth shuttered around me. My pussy walls contracting around his cock as the waves of pleasure consumed my body.

“Fuckin Christ” Ikaris pulled his cock out of me, though he fingers remained at my clit to work me through my orgasm.

I had a brief moment of calm, when my body stopped convulsing as I breathed out a “fuck me” just to the general universe.

Ikaris seemed to think I spoke that to him though as he smirked down at me and said “with pleasure”.

Grasping his hands at my waist, he rolled us over to that I now sat on top of him, “or rather, you fuck yourself on me” he purred.

With his hands on my hips, he helped lift me up so that I could reach down, grasp his cock to line him up, then ease me down to sink all the way onto his cock.

My walls squeezing around him, Ikaris’ fingers curled into my hips, likely leaving some bruising I will discover tomorrow.

As my cunt pulsed around him, it was now Ikaris’ turn to arch off the bed and moan out, “Jesus fuckin Christ”

As I lifted myself up to slam myself down again, I could not stop from gasping at how full I felt from this angle.

“You stretch me out so good Ikaris... fuck I can hardly take it” I whined.

I used all my strength in my thigh muscles to repeatedly bring my body up and down, hands bracing themselves on Ikaris’ abs as I rode his cock into oblivion.

My breasts bounced as I did, until Ikaris reached up with one hand to grab ahold of my right breast, massaging it in his hand and his other hand remained supporting me at the hip.

Then, instead of just bouncing up and down, I shifted myself as I began to roll my hips forward.

Ikaris almost looked like he was in pain, I knew he was trying to hold on as long as he could.

“Fucking minx you are” he growled, now beginning to thrust his hips up to meet my movements, “I’m about to lose it, you have no idea what I’m holding back” he grunted between thrusts.

I leaned forward all the way to completely lay my body on top of his so I could whisper in his ear, “then don’t hold back,” my voice purred.

“Ahh fuck” Ikaris grunted, then in a rush he was pushing me off of him, sitting up on his knees. He grasped at my waist to turn me over so I laid on my stomach, pulled me up to all fours and slammed his cock into me again.

“Fuck Ikaris!” I cried out in surprise.

Ikaris held on to my hips so he could bring my hips back to meet his movements.

“God your cunt is so fuckin wet, yet its still so fuckin tight”.

“I’m-fuck.. I’m alway wet for you daddy... especially for your cock” I rasped out.

“Yeah? Such a fuckin slut for my cock aren’t ya?”

I lazily nodded my head, my brain too overwhelmed in ecstasy.

Then all of a sudden Ikaris hand was grasping my hair, pulling me up so my back met his chest, his hand then leaving my hair to wrap around my throat, applying slight pressure.

“I thought we went over this” he growled, “use your fuckin words and tell me, are you a slut for daddy’s cock?”

My head rolled back onto his shoulder as I cried out, “yes, I’m daddy’s cock slut”.

“Damn straight you are” then he released his hold on me so I could fall back onto my hands.

I could feel Ikaris slightly lean back, then I felt a rough material placed against my back. I turned my head as much as I could just to confirm, the belt.

Ikaris leaned his body over mine, hips never so much as slowing their thrusts, so he could loop the belt around my neck. Then, grasping the ends in his hands, he leaned back pulling the belt with him, enough to form tension at my throat but not enough to seriously restrict my breathing.

With one hand on my hip to brace himself, the other wrapped around the belt, Ikaris pounded into me from behind.

“Fuckin hell, I wish you could see the sight you are, see what a whore you are for me” he grunted.

“I’m… your… whore” I choked out.

Ikaris hand that was on my hip left its place only to be brought down against my ass cheek, causing me to let out a moan as my arms gave out. Ikaris let go of the belt so as not to choke me as my face fell into the mess of pillows below, my back remaining arched up to meet his thrusts still.

“Ikaris…” I pleaded, though my brain was not sure for what exactly, as Ikaris grabbed and pulled at my ass cheeks as his hips continued to slam into mine.

Then Ikaris lowered himself onto me, pushing me down so I now laid flat against the bed, legs slightly spreading to the sides to give room for Ikaris to continue fucking his cock deep inside of me.

With the belt now hanging loosely, he tossed it to the side, his hand now coming to replace it, wrapping around my throat pulling me back just enough for him to whisper in my ear,

“Are you getting close again, princess?”

“Y-yes” I choked out.

“Yeah? I can fucking feel it. So fuckin wet for me.. listen to the sounds when I thrust in to you.. can hear how wet you are from a mile away”

“Wet.. for.. you.. “ I replied.

“Now I bet you want me to make you even more of a mess and fill you up with my cum, hmm? You want me to make a mess out of you and cover your pussy with my cum?” he purred.

I could feel my release starting to build.

“Yes- Ikaris- please”, I rasped out between thrusts “I- need- fill- pussy”

“Can’t even speak proper sentences anymore can you? Daddy did his job right tonight then didn’t he?”

“Daddy please” I cried out, “I need- I need to cum” I begged.

“Then let Daddy finish the job then” he growled, before he began to drive his cock into me with a force and speed unmatched yet tonight.

One hand around my throat, the other making its way between my body and the bed until it reached my clit, fingers circling the hypersensitive spot.

“Ahh fuck Daddy… I- I’m so close” I cried out, “so- so close”

“Gonna cum on my cock when I tell you to, got it?”

“Y-yes” I breathed, trying to nod my head even though his hand around my throat prevented much movement.

Between his thrusts which felt so deep as if they were in my stomach, his rapid finger strokes on my clit, hand around my throat, his whole body pressing in to mine from oboe, it was so no surprise when he said the word “cum”, my entire essence shattered,

“Fuuuck” I moaned out, eyes squeezing shut.

My release squirted from my pussy and around Ikaris’ cock, drenching both of us and the bed beneath.

That was the last straw which finally sought Ikaris’ release, his body tensing above mine as I felt his cum filling me, the warmth spreading through my cunt.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuck” he groaned.

Ikaris thrust now began to slow and lose their rhythm, though they remained just as forceful as before as he attempted to thrust his cum as deep inside me as he could.

My walls continued to contract around him, as if trying to squeeze as much of his cum from his pulsating cock.

Until finally, Ikaris stilled his hips, and with his cock still logged deep inside me, he collapsed on top of me, completely covering me in his weight.

His weight helped calm me, pulling my shuttering body to a halt as I relaxed into the disheveled comforter beneath me.

We both just laid there for several moments, catching our breaths, taking in this moment where we were so impossibly close to one another, not only physically but mentally as well.

After a few minutes, when I was just feeling myself on the edge of falling asleep, I felt Ikaris behind me beginning to plant kisses along my back, before rolling over and finally pulling his cock from mine.

A small whimper left my lips from the lossed feeling of fullness.

Ikaris wrapped his arms around my shoulders to help roll me over to lay on my back.

“I’ll be right back” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead before rolling off the bed.

My eyes closed as my brain tried to make sense of everything which happened this evening.

What felt like only a second later, I felt Ikaris beside me, gently grasping onto my knees to part my legs.

“My my, what a sight you are Love, cunt dripping with my cum” he hummed cheekily from above.

A faint laugh escaped my lips as my cheeks flushed with warmth.

Ikaris took the warm damp towel in his hands and cleaned the mess between my thighs. My body reacting with slight jerks and convulsions when the towel contacted the most sensitive areas.

A faint whimper could be heard by Ikaris.

He looked up at me in concern, “shhh, shhh, I’m almost done Love, just need to finish cleaning you up, okay?”

I lazily nodded in reply.

Ikaris made quick, but gentle, work to finish cleaning me up. He went to discard the towel in the laundry basket before returning to my side, “Love, gonna help you to the bathroom, okay?” he confirmed, I nodded again, too tired for words.

Ikaris helped me to the bathroom, allowing me privacy to relieve myself, then returning to scoop me in his arms and carry me to bed.

Once I was comfortably situated under the bed, Ikaris left to turn off the lights before making his way to his side of the bed and pulling me into his arms, spooning me from behind as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head.

“I’m sorry I was home so late Love” he whispered in my ear, “I know how anxious that makes you”

“It’s okay baby, as long as you come home safe to me at the end of the day, that’s what matters” I whispered back, “and if you make it up to me like that when you do get home” I added.

“I’d be more than happy to continue making it up to you tomorrow if you’d like, Love” he suggested.

A let out a breathy laugh, “I think I’ll need a recovery day tomorrow”.

I could feel him smile against my head, “fair enough”.

“But the day after I could be persuaded”

“Deal”

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this ain't no ordinary romance - elucien oneshot

Summary: Lucien's POV of Solstice in acosf.

Is it an elucien fic when they aren't together yet and it's angst? We'll go with yes.

Read on AO3 | completed for an @sjmkinkmeme prompt | tagging @my-inner-crisis for reasons

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Lucien slid a finger underneath the strap of Elain’s nightgown. “Would you like me to touch you here?”

She whimpered in the affirmative. He pushed the thin strip of lace to the side and pressed lips to the warmth of her shoulder. Breathing in deep, he noted every shift in her body: the way that she pressed her thighs together, the pressure of her fingertips into his forearm where she kept herself steady, the tilt of her head as she told him where she wanted his mouth without saying a word.

Mate, mate, mate.

Lucien had been waiting for this moment, when he could give in to the roaring in his blood that dulled the longer he was gone, but never fully went away. He brushed his lips over the pulse in her neck, barely enough to be sure that he was touching her. He heard the rush of blood as her arousal grew and wondered what was real, unsure of what he knew through his own senses, and what he was able to glean from the bond.

“Lucien,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” Lucien asked against the curve of her jaw.

“Yes.”

He tangling his fist in Elain’s hair and pulled her towards him, his mouth meeting hers while his other hand pressed against the small of her back. As his lips explored the curve hers, he splayed his fingers across the width of her back, exploring the angle of her waist, and pressed her body into his hips.

Elain clutched the lapels of Lucien’s jacket and stood on her toes, making small noises of desperation. She pulled him closer while refusing to take the next step, and so Lucien parted her lips with his own and swept in with his tongue, tasting her deeply.

He felt her grasp on his lapels slacken and Elain lowered as her legs failed her and she stood back on her heels. Lucien placed both hands on either side of her waist and lifted her up, setting her on the table nearby.

Lucien broke away and Elain gasped, unaccustomed to a prolonged kiss. As Lucien placed a series of kisses along her jaw and down her throat, he grabbed at the skirts of her nightgown. His fingers found the bare skin of her thigh and slowed, dragging his knuckles over her. His thumb retraced the path back down towards her knee and she lifted her foot to wrap her leg around his hips, encouraging Lucien to go higher. His hand traveled back up her leg and he let the pad of his thumb linger on the edge of her bare hip.

Elain fell back across the desk, her legs wrapped around Lucien’s hips, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

So little. All these months apart and all this time waiting, and now so little remained between them, between Lucien and what his blood, his soul was screaming at him to take. From the other end of the mating bond, he could feel the sound building in Elain, too. If only she would open her mouth and let the noise run rampant.

Lucien looked at her face long enough to make note of her closed eyes, the pink of her cheeks, the way her mouth parted in readiness. He angled his palm so that his fingertips inched closer to where he knew that she grew wet. He felt the shudder of her body as she tried to keep herself from taking his hand and pressing it against her sex, riding him until she felt release.

What little control Lucien had, he was in danger of losing. But he needed to know, to hear the words from her, that she felt the same.

Lucien leaned over her, his breath disturbing the curls framing her face as his arms bracketed her underneath his mass.

“Tell me what you want, Elain,” he said against her jaw.

She stiffened beneath him. Still as a doe in the sights of a hunter. Her legs fell away from his body, releasing him.

“Tell me,” he repeated. “Tell me that you want me. Or tell me to go.”

Elain remained still, her breathe halted.

“Tell me.”

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Lucien woke, blinking at the ceiling. It took him a moment to regain his bearings and remember where he was. The night was somehow darker, deeper than usual, like a blanket that had been laid over the world to comfort it while its creatures slept. Lucien preferred the open, honest light of day, but it was difficult to avoid the dark when he was visiting the Night Court. Especially on the longest night of the year.

In the guest bedroom of the river house that he usually took when he came for visits, Lucien tossed and turned in the bed, his hot cheek meeting the cool silk of his pillow. The relief was temporary, as the rushing of his blood would heat the bedclothes soon enough.

Seeing Elain there, tonight at the Night Court’s Solstice celebration, he’d been anticipating it and dreading it in equal measure for months. To see her there talking with Cassian, laughing with Mor, and avoiding Azriel’s gaze, it had been enough to make him crawl out of his skin. The sense of what could be lingered just between them, and Lucien could barely meet anyone’s eyes without seeing pity in them.

He’d had enough of that in his life, he wanted to shout. Living in Beron’s home under a tyrant everyone hated but no one challenged, then as the buffer between Tamlin and his increasingly tenuous grip on the Spring Court, and now watching Vassa and Jurian put distance between themselves when he entered the room. He had rolled his eyes the first time they done it, told them that he was well aware of what was going on, just to be a bit more quiet about it in the dead of night. But he still couldn’t help wonder how they would behave around him if he didn’t have an unrequited, unresolved mating bond hanging around his neck.

All he could do was talk with Cassian and Rhys about sports, as if he cared about that. Pretend to be unbothered as the link between his soul and Elain’s grew thicker, pregnant with proximity and possibility. He might have been able to thoroughly throw himself into the conversation if his senses weren’t aggressively reminding him of Elain’s scent, helping him memorize the way her voice raised at the end of a question and lowered at the end of a statement. The conversation didn’t prevent him from noticing that she was always the first person to offer to help someone sit, to take whatever they carried, to ensure that glasses were full and the fire was fed.

If Elain noticed him, if she felt anything, she didn’t let it show. Perhaps there were tells, something Feyre would have noticed that he hadn’t. He didn’t know Elain well enough to know what hid beneath lies and smiles, and yet he suspected that if he looked at her long enough, he would be able to discern the truth of her.

And she didn’t want that. No, his beautiful, kind, infuriating mate wouldn’t look him in the eye for fear that he would see right through her. She ceased speaking when he approached as if she thought he were going to scold her or kiss her or something even more unseemly - profess his love. He could learn more about her by standing across the room, observing how she interacted with those fated hadn’t quite literally tied her to.

After these years in the Night Court, Elain seemed a bit too eager to please, still, too quick to stand and offer assistance, always the first to laugh at someone’s joke or fill in the lulls in conversation. Like she were trying to prove she had a true place there.

Lucien was well acquainted with the tedious smile Elain pasted onto her face in front of the family, and wanted to shake it off her. But what lie beneath? Lucien wondered if he would ever know. He doubted it would be during this trip, as he had plans to leave immediately the next morning.

So Lucien turned again, cooling his other cheek, trying to find rest while knowing that she breathed, and moved, and would sleep beneath the same roof.

His dream had been more of the same. Sensing Elain just on the other side of the bond, watching and waiting for her tentative forays as she - as they both - explored the limits and possibilities of a soul-deep connection that neither of them had asked for. At first, Lucien had played it off as fantasy, wish-fulfillment, his subconscious telling him to go to her. But as time went by, he realized that it was indeed Elain who had appeared in his dreams. Not a figment of his imagination, not what his subconscious had supplied in lieu of actual knowledge of her. It was Elain herself who shared Lucien’s dreams.

Or their dreams. He wasn’t sure anymore, what was his and what was hers, or what was theirs.

The glory of the mating bond, indeed.

He measured time in visits to the Night Court; six months until Solstice, four months until a meeting with Rhys and Azriel, another nine months again until he might see his mate. Watch her watching him, waiting for the slightest sign that what he had felt through the bond was more than his imagination, or for her to acknowledge what they had said and done under cover of a shared psychic connection.

Lucien let a deep breath out through his nose, trying to calm himself from the dream, his frustration, to stop himself from replaying every second of that Solstice evening over and over, thinking about what he might have done better. Did he want these shackles or did he want to destroy them? Away from Elain, with Jurian and Vassa, everything was so much simpler. He laughed with them, forgot his concerns back in Autumn, released the burden of his concern for Tamlin, and went to sleep momentarily fooling himself into thinking he’d found a new home.

But none of it, nothing of his life with the Band of Exiles, compared to the sudden rush of breath and energy he felt when he saw Elain. She made him feel more alive, even as she extinguished his hopes with a glance.

Lucien was drifting between consciousness and sleep when he heard Elain’s footfall pass his doorway as she headed to the staircase. The house was silent but for the ticking of the grandfather clock in the entryway. Lucien thought he could hear the wheels of an office chair moving across a floor, but it was too far away to have anything to do with what Elain had left her room for.

Lucien slid out of his bed, ignoring the cool night air against his bare chest as he ventured to make as little noise as possible. Only his fae senses ensured that he was able to pierce the darkness of the room on his way to the door. When he was certain that Elain had passed and wouldn’t hear him, he turned his doorknob slowly, testing for any creaks in the hinges or wood as it opened. When it was open wide enough to permit him to pass, he slid through the doorway and walked on the balls of his feet until he stood at the top of the stairs.

Elain and Azriel were together and Lucien could see Elain’s flushed cheeks. They stood so closely that they could likely feel one another’s breath. On her chest rested a necklace that Lucien hadn’t seen her wearing before they had retired for the evening.

“Yes,” Lucien heard Elain say. He could feel desire coming from her, and he spun trying to decide if it was a remnant of his - her? - dream, if he could trust his senses now any more than he’d ever been able to when it came to her. And she had used that same hesitant, small, “yes,” that she had used with him, with the attendant refusal to say more. Lucien narrowed his eyes and tilted his head forward.

Azriel lowered his head to Elain’s - mate, mate, mate, Lucien’s blood reminded him, and he shoved the thought away, watching to see how Elain would react.

Elain closed her eyes. Tilted her head. Stood waiting, still as a statue. No hint of the bright, energetic woman he had glimpsed in his dreams, or seen chatting happily with Feyre or Cassian when she thought no one else paid attention. No, this Elain was the one who wanted something, and yet was too hesitant to ask.

Elain had looked at Lucien like that in the dreams where she would visit, at first pretending to be an idealization, until he understood that they shared the psychic space. Her expression was pleasant, content, expectant, yet indifferent. As if this were merely one moment amongst thousands of others, none meaning anything more than the last. Her expression was a mask as much as it was a shield.

Only now, Elain wasn’t with Lucien in his dreams. She was standing before a male who seemed to have very particular designs on her evening. Lucien bit his tongue until he felt blood but his feet remained rooted to the floor. He would not be a brute like his father. He would not let love turn him into the monster that Tamlin had let himself become. Lucien grasped the staircase railing so tightly that the wood groaned underneath his fist and he released it quickly. This scene had played out in his dream mere minutes before, and now Elain was here, re-enacting it with someone else. Or so she thought.

Something caused Azriel to stop.

Lucien heard Azriel murmur something, the word “mistake” being the only he could make out. Azriel stepped back, putting space between them. Lucien watched Elain’s expression shutter as her eyes searched the room, as if she would find the reason for the rejection just beyond Azriel’s shoulders.

“I’m sorry,” Elain said.

“Don’t apologize.” More words that Lucien couldn’t make out. Azriel shook his head and then winnowed away, leaving Elain alone, an empty space where the male had been.

Lucien watched a frown knit in between Elain’s brows. He wondered how often she allowed herself to do that in front of anyone else. And then as quick as he could blink, Elain had schooled her features into neutrality again. She pressed her hands against the front of her dress, smoothing out wrinkles that didn’t exist. Then with a sigh, she turned on her heel to head to the staircase. Lucien ducked behind the wall but then essayed a glance downstairs again when he didn’t hear Elain’s footsteps continue. Instead, she was reaching up to her neck, fingers fumbling for the clasp of the necklace. A gift, then, from him.

Tentatively, Lucien felt along the psychic thread that connected the two of them. He hadn’t had much practice, reaching Elain this way, but perhaps he could merely observe. Perhaps he could use this as a way to better understand what she wouldn’t even allow herself to feel.

When Lucien sensed resentment boiling on the other end of thread connecting him to Elain, he almost recoiled. But fascinated, he probed a bit more. Lucien pulled apart Elain’s emotions one by one, examining them each as a clue to finally figuring out what she wanted. Beneath the resentment was shame, embarrassment, and frustration. He hesitated to do more than observe, to feel with his mind. Anything more than that would be a violation and, he knew, would lead him to misunderstand her intentions. Better he heard those from her own lips.

Elain finally freed herself from the necklace and looked around the room. Satisfied that she had found the proper stack of gifts, she laid the necklace down neatly, ensuring its chain didn’t tangle, before gathering her skirts to make her way up the stairs.

Lucien was back in his room and between the silk sheets before Elain had even made it to the staircase.

When a knock sounded on his door, Lucien didn’t hesitate. “Come in.”

He lay on the bed, propped up by his pillows with his hands behind his head. “Elain.”

Elain paused before sliding in the doorway and shutting it behind herself. “You didn’t stop me.”

“No.” There was no use pretending. Lucien could hear her heart beating, its pace quickening with nerves as they found themselves alone for the first time since just before the war. Lucien assumed that whatever they had said then didn’t count, pre-war sentiments being desperate and having short expiration dates. And everyone else was so busy not interfering that they let Elain drift from one day to the next, never questioning what was truly best for her. Never suggesting that she bridge the remainder of the gap between them to speak.

“Why not?” Elain’s question was without guile. She seemed to have been laboring under the impression that a mating bond turned all males into beasts, but she had clearly only dealt with the males in Night.

Lucien slid off the bed, padded quietly across the room until he stood over her. “You belong to no one. Did you want me to become a brute? To roar in jealousy? Perhaps turn the Illyrian into a bloody mess in the middle of Feyre’s foyer? You’ll have to look for that behavior in someone else. I’m not here to tell you what you can do. Who you can do.” Elain flinched and Lucien paused, not waiting for a response so much as calculating his next words. “Did you ask him?”

Elain shifted slightly, increasing the distance between them almost imperceptibly. “Ask him what?”

“What you want. Did you tell Azriel what it is that you want? From him?”

Elain frowned. “He knows.”

“Are you sure about that?” Lucien reached up and stroked Elain’s bare arm. Her soft curls were subdued into a messy braid and he let his thumb become caught in one ringlet.

“Yes,” Elain said. She stood up straighter, squaring her shoulders. “It’s not complicated. We both know that.”

“Does he, Elain?”

“Why are you asking me these questions?”

“Why aren’t you answering them? Truthfully?”

“I am.”

Lucien shook his head and let out a sigh. He let his hand drop from her arm. She leaned into him again, asking for something that she refused to name.

“That dream we had tonight,” Lucien said, “Was that your mind, or mine?”

Elain shrugged. “What dream?”

Clearly, he hadn’t caught her off guard in the way he expected to. Lucien would have given her credit for that, if she weren’t the source of most of his frustrations.

Lucien smirked. “I don’t have to know you well to know that you’re a bad liar, Elain Archeron. You have to get better at being a con if you want to make a life here.”

“In Prythian? With the fae?”

“I mean in the Night Court.” Lucien’s expression darkened. “Unless, of course, you don’t think you belong here. Are you happy, Elain? I don’t mean today, or tonight, this year.”

Elain crossed her arms. “I am happy.”

“And do you find yourself fulfilled? Do you go to bed every evening…” he traced his fingertips along her bare arms again, suppressing a smile when he felt her flesh prickle with arousal. “Satisfied?”

“Why aren’t you angry with me?” Elain asked.

Lucien’s hand froze. “For what?”

“For trying to bed another male with you in the building.”

“Oh, my love,” Lucien said, and he leaned in close to her ear, whispering and delighting in the way that Elain’s breath quickened with his proximity. “I didn’t see a bed anywhere close.”

Elain jerked back. “How dare you insinuate…”

“I didn’t insinuate anything, Elain. You were in the family room, in full view of several couches and a delightfully tasteful rug. But no. There was no bed. I doubt there would have been any bedding. Rutting, perhaps, on that tasteful rug.”

Elain turned pink, putting her freckles into relief. “You’re a scoundrel.” Her hands had formed small fists at her side. Lucien wondered what she would do if he pinned them there and took what she had offered in their dream.

Lucien shrugged. “I’ve been called worse. By people who know the true meaning of the word.”

“And so you are unbothered, then? Knowing what I might have done this evening?”

“Well, Elain, pet, you said it yourself. It was meaningless. Uncomplicated.” The corner of Lucien’s mouth curled up quite against his will as he articulated each syllable of that final word.

Elain flushed as her own words were used against her. “I am perfectly content, I will have you know.” Lucien appreciated her attempts to divert the conversation as he had done. She was a quick learner. “I wake every morning with purpose,” Elain continued, “With a place to go and tasks to complete, and the people here have welcomed me. They are lovely.”

“Except for the Court of Nightmares,” Lucien interjected, “Dreadful place, if the rumors are true.”

“Well, that hardly matters,” Elain stammered. “The Night Court is lovely, and it’s my home. Rhysand is a good High Lord and Feyre is a kind High Lady. The Rainbow is a wonderful place to visit. It’s much better than where we lived below the Wall.”

“You sound like a travel agent, my love. I am sure that the Night Court has its sights and scenes and attractions. As well as its seedier places that a young woman like yourself has no business with.”

“Why do you care?” Elain asked. “You’re never here.” These last words she hissed through her teeth, and for the first time that evening Lucien felt that he’d had a genuine expression of emotion from her.

“No,” he admitted. “I’m not.” He took a step back from her, and felt cold air replace the space between them. “And you never ask.”

Elain shook her head and looked down at the floor. Her hands flexed, her fingers spreading and then contracting into fists. Was she preparing for fight, or flight, Lucien wondered. He crossed his arms and waited. Cocked his head as he watched Elain at war with herself. He could hear the tick, tick, tick of the grandfather clock downstairs in the absence of their voices.

“In our dreams,” Elain finally said, “Sometimes I pretend that you aren’t real. I pretend that you’re a figment of my imagination and so if I tell you anything real, it’s like I’m talking to myself and it doesn’t matter, not really. I can tell you anything and no one ever has to know because it’s just in my head. It’s just because of the mating bond. And you’re never here, so I never have to look at you and know that you’ve seen parts of me that I’d rather not... But I always know. I know you’re real, and that I am real, and I don’t know what that means. I don’t know what I am supposed to do when my soul is telling me to run to you, while my mind is left wondering why I should.”

Lucien let silence take up space between them again. When he spoke again, he chose his words carefully.

“When I met Jesminda, I thought that I would never need anyone again. I thought that every question I’d ever asked had been answered. When my father killed her, I thought it would kill me. I thought that we were mates, and that losing her would have torn me apart. But it didn’t. And I know now, after meeting you, that the mating bond is not nearly so simple. It doesn’t always answer questions, and I think for us it merely raised new ones. I learned, a long time ago, Elain, that holding out hope for the impossible can be foolish, not optimistic. Whether that is getting an old lover back, or going back to a life we once loved. I don’t have Jesminda. You don’t have Graysen. But we have this, Elain. This mating bond. And I can’t decide if it’s the best or worst thing to ever happen to me.”

Elain looked up, eyes wide and searching Lucien’s expression.

“And so when you told me ‘yes’ tonight in our dream, was that real, or was that the dream, Elain? When you told Azriel ‘yes’, which Elain was speaking? This one in front of me, who insists that the Night Court is a lovely place to work a fulfilling job and raise a family with a pet dog and visit the Sidra on weekends, or the Elain who wants to know what else she is capable of?”

“I don’t know,” Elain said, her voice small. “How do I know?”

Lucien reached behind Elain and she stiffened until she realized that he was opening his bedroom door. He held it open for her until she stepped over the threshold.

“Only you can decide. But there is no more ‘yes’, Elain. The next time we meet, you are going to tell me what you want. And then you are going to beg for me to give it to you.”

Lucien closed his bedroom door, leaving Elain on the other side. Mere inches apart, but as far away as she had ever been.

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savorysatori · 4 years ago

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— 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍. ✗

paring : ushijima x f!reader x tendou.

usage of ‘she/her’ pronouns.

— synopsis : sex with your boyfriend, ushi, was always the same- sometimes even including kinks that you both were fond of, just the usual. yet, what happens when he develops a certain kink to watch his dearest friend fuck you?

content warning: dumbification, non-con, choking, filming, degradation/praise, mentions of anal, blindfolded, oral, use of pet names, sir kink, breast play, biting, dark content.

“Sluts always fall to their knees at the sight of my fingers, dear, what’s so special about you?”

It was a fantasy. That’s all, nothing else. All he did was imagine you withering underneath the touch of his friend’s grasp. It was nothing more, yet, why did he want to make it a reality?

Every glance and stare you gave him, your eyes lingering over the soiled up band-aid’s around his fingers, your thighs clenching together. Ushijima didn't understand. He only observed, watching you closely and the way you interacted with his dear friend. Watching when you purposely slid closer to him during a conversation, all in front of ushi’s eyes. Almost like you didn’t care if he was there.

Yet, here you were laying on his comforter with thin lace draped over the dewy skin of your thighs; nail marks from his rough hands. Giggles leaving your throat like you weren't just eyeing Tendou from his previous practice. It made him mad. Did you completely forget about your seductive gazes going towards Tendou with no shame?

Or were you playing dumb?

“Toshi! Toshi! That t-tickles, ah!”

His calloused palms stopped from running along the curve of your hip, coming to a pause to stare at you, uneasiness settling inside your stomach.

“Babe?-”

“Let’s play a game.” His tone was short & sharp, leaving you no room to question his sudden change of demeanor. You were used to his mood swings but, something like this didn't make you feel good. “I want to try something new, you don't mind, right?”

You shook your head no, of course, you always let your boyfriend explore new kinks because you knew he was curious. Yet, you wish you could go back and change your mind.

The tightness of the material from the ragged towel dug into the side of your cheek, easing a hiss from you. The way the rigid binds locked your arms tightly together - made a new form of excitement fill you up.

Ushijima’s palm was placed on your cheek, running the pads of his thumb against your cheek. You instantly nuzzled against it, sighing in contentment at his soft touch.

“You’ll be a good girl for me right?”

“Yes, of course.” Disobeying him wasn’t a option, you learned to always be careful what you say, especially around Ushijima.

Your shirt was long forgotten. Discarded on the tile floor, along with your bra. Harsh lips were encircled around your nipple, suckling the sensitive flesh. Grazing his teeth against your erect bud, a small hiss left your lips. He’d pull off of it, glistening salvia dripping from both swollen nipples. You’d squirm as he kneaded your soft breast; squeezing it gently and flicking your nipple occasionally to get a rile out of you.

“Ah, u-ushi..!” your nerves were going haywire, brain fuzzy and hard to understand. He’d plop a sweet kiss on your lips, savoring the taste of your chapstick. As he places both of his hands on your thighs, each finger gripping the supple flesh and spreading your legs apart; gawking in awe at your sweet cunt already drooling onto the satin sheets. Before he could finally soothe away the ache between your thighs, a voice speaks up.

“My Turn.”

The voice was low and breathy, if you leaned closer it would also sound child-like. It didn't take long for you to recognize the voice. You twisted around in the binds, squirming to try and get them off of you.

“At least let me prep her first.” nothing was coming to you, you couldn't decipher what was happening. Nothing was clicking in your brain, ‘what was happening right now?’

“Prep? You've had her for so long, I’m sure she's used to your cock now, if so - she’ll be used to mine as well.”

Tendou.

Ushijima’s hands were dusted off your thighs as he sat back, watching everything unfold.

Tendou inched closer to you, peering down at your obvious confused state, eyes creased together with a frown stretched onto your lips, how cute. He’d squeeze both your cheeks together, leaning down to whisper in a honey-like voice,

“I don’t tolerate bad girls kitten, don’t mess this up for yourself, yeah?” His words were sharp, nothing like you’ve heard before. He papped your left cheek and stood up, pleased to see you nod obediently, becoming completely powerless to him with just setting authority. “She’s a good one Toshi, make sure to keep her because if you don't, I'll just snatch her up!”

Ushi grunted as Tendou smirked, even more, turning his attention back to you and swiping a finger over your lips. “Let’s get started, yeah?”

Whatever clothes were on him were long gone, tossed onto the floor. His fingers digging into your scalp, gripping it tightly as you warm throat hugged his cock. Balls slapping against the under of your chin, spit spluttering everywhere. It was a lewd sight.

“Hey, ushi, you don’t mind if I video her do you?” He’d ask, already pulling out his phone. “Just a lil’ something for later alright sweetheart, hm.”

The way that nickname rolled of his tongue only made you want to please him more, show him how could ease all his problems away with just some oral. Your head moved on its own, your tongue rolling over the thick width of his cock head. His gaze lust-lidded, glossed over with bliss. Gathering all of your loose strands of hair in a ponytail, he’d buck his hips forward and keep the camera trained on your messy face coated in pre-cum.

“F-Fuck- keep going sweetheart, you’re doing so good for a well-trained slut.”

Tendou kept your head in place, catching everything on film as he dumps his thick cum in your mouth, covering your mouth in his semen.

“God damn— little slut knows how to swallow like a pro, aye?”

He pulled out of your mouth, his once hard cock softening to its normal state. Droplets of cum dripped from your mouth as you eagerly swallowed it up, your mouth only watering for more of his cum, for more of his cock. A whine rippled from your lips. You were so hopeless, so desperate, you needed him. Badly.

“Oh? Are ya’ horny for me? Yer’ getting off on your boyfriend’s best friend cock? You’re adorable, baby.” He held the back of your head tight, smearing the rest of his dripping cum onto your swollen lips. “Such a good girl.”

“hngh- Tendou..” your scraped knees dug into the mattress, face pushed against the sheets. You were so pretty, cunt already glistening with shiny arousal and Tendou didn't have to lift one finger, he thought you were so cute.

Ushijima would admit, and he would tell you later — you looked adorable, defenseless under Tendou. Hands restrained with eyes covered, you were weak to his gaze and his hands. Nothing could stop him from doing anything to you, nobody could step in. Not even ushi.

His red hair prickled against your cheek, his hands circling your throat and applying pressure to it slightly. “Yer’ so pretty, sweetheart, all nice and warm f’me back here.” He’d angle your head up to face the camera, the flash of light shining on your messy face. The blindfold came undone around your face and slipped off your eyes, revealing the sparkle of lust gleaming in them.

“T-Tendou, hngh.. please- I want it, so badly.” you were in need for the feeling of his cock inside you, dragging along your silky walls, easing his cock head in and out of you. You wanted it all.

“Sorry sweetheart, I only give cock to good sluts who address me as ‘sir’ anything else, and I see you as nothing but filthy.”

Sir?

The moment you parted your lips, you blurted out the word immediately.

“S-Sir! please, f-fuck—“

A cruel smile sprawled onto Tendou’s face, papping your cheek- he'd push away your thighs to lean closer, pressing asweet kiss to your cunt. His eyes holding a sadistic glint. “Maybe I should fuck this cute hole right here, just to tease ya’ and make you completely melt under me.” He’d coo, his finger pressing against your asshole. You'd twitch and nod your head. You would accept anything from him at this moment, anything to feel the veins of his cock.

You were already wet, nice, and dripping to which he didn't have to prep you. He’d switch you to where you were in a mating position, knees pressed to your chest and face peering up at him, ready to take anything he was going to give. When he sat up, your eyes traveled down to his semi-hard cock, staring in astonishment. The tip is red and bulging, veins pumping through the base — tiny drops of pre-cum leaking from the front.

“Ah, I already know you’ll welcome my cock well, pretty baby.”

Tendou leaned down eye-level, keeping contact with you as he pushed his cock into you, his eyebrows knitting together when your warmth sucked him in nice and tight. You bit your lip, eyes watering up at his size, you wondered how you even took him in.

“W-Wait- too fast.. gentle, please.” Your voice was croaky through whines, eyes twitching with tears when he sunk further into the depths of your cunt.

“Shh, you’ll like it. Just wait, baby.”

With that, he’d thrust into you, forcing his fat head past your tight ring of muscles. You’d yelp as he breached past the barrier, leaving you to babble and sob against the pillow like you did with Ushijima.

“Yer’ squeezing me so tightly, darling.” He leaned down to kiss you sloppily, saliva dripping from your chin the minute he pulled away. He’d runt his hips into you, massaging your thighs while he fucked you stupid, the noises leaving your lips filling him up with pride. “Pretty fuckin’ girl, hugging my cock so w-well, think I might cum right here.”

Shifting his hips, he held your legs up and hit your ‘sweet spot’, pounding into you quickly from then on.

“S-Sir!” Rolled off your tongue delicately, voice breaking down shortly from the immense moaning pouring from your mouth. Skin and skin smacking against each other, Tendou’s cock pulsing in your velvet walls.

“Gonna cum? Go ahead, cum for me pretty one. Show me how much you love my cock, c’mon baby - yer’ pussy is gushing all over me, might as well cum.”

His dirty words going in from one ear and going out the other, letters all jumbled up together leaving your mouth. Phrases and babbles for “Sir!” sputtering out. Your mind was in a frenzy, eyes glossed over in a dumb look. You could barely even see with your vision so blurry, everything like a bubbly blur.

Your walls tightened around him as he intensifies his pace, cock slipping in and out of you with a slum of pre-cum everywhere.

“S-Sir! ‘m gonna.. Ten-” anything coherent diminishing from your mind as soon as you came, your cum coating his cock head fully.

Beads of perception rolling down his face, Tendou slipped out from your pussy. Face all sweaty with eyes glazed over with bliss. He’d pump his cock in his hand, stroking the sensitive flesh — your pretty little pants were enough for him, his hand gripping his cock as he unleashed his cum onto your stomach.

“Pretty girl, you look so cute with my cum on your stomach.” He’d coo. Picking up his phone from behind, he snapped a picture of your body, making sure to save it for later.

“Thanks for letting me fuck your girlfriend, tosh, I'll repay the favor later.” Tendou pulled up his pants and papped your cheek like before, grinning down at you. “I’ll see you later sweet cheeks and your pretty pussy.”

Toshi’s eyes watched Tendou leave the room and your fucked out body on his bed, cum smeared on your stomach with fluids everywhere. He wouldn't lie, it was a pretty sight. At least he knew this wouldn't be the last time he fucked you, Toshi knew Tendou always wanted another turn, always wanted the cycle to continue.

#haikyuu smut #tendou x reader #tendou smut #ushijima x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu tendou #haikyuu ushijima #🤍.ushi!

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nyxvuxoa · 4 years ago

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Trying Something New

Requested By: Anon. I hope this is what you were looking for. T/W: Straight to smut. Dom!Billy giving anal to his submissive. A/N: This is my first time writing anything anal related, so I am sorry if this isn’t very good. My writing is still rusty. More Billy trash for my list. Lol. He seems to be my thing recently. Requests are open! Depending on what it is, I can do it. Gif made by me.

You were in a position to present yourself at the edge of the bed. On your hands and knees, ass in the air. Billy stood behind you and he couldn't help but smirk and lick at his lip. "God damn you look amazing like this." He says, chuckling slightly. His hand reaches forward and feels the heat coming off the lips between your legs.

"Thank you, Sir." You say, smiling and burying your face into the plush and fluffy comforter. You were nervous and rightfully so. Billy was very clear as to what he wanted, hence the position you were in. You trembled slightly, feeling his hand coming close to you. You wanted him to touch it and take it, but he had a different hole in mind today.

Grabbing your thighs, Billy pulled you closer to the edge of the bed. He places a hand on your lower back and lowers you to just the right height, your legs spreading even further underneath you. "Don't move." He commands as he walks away a moment to his nightstand and picks up a bottle of lube.

You start to feel even more nervous. What if its hurts too much? What if you don't like it? You remind yourself that this is for him, it was his will, command and it is going to be met. He will want to talk about how you feel about it after and probably thank you for trying it at least. You take in a deep breath and let it out slowly as he moves back behind you.

Hearing the click of the bottle top, you can tell what he's doing without having to look at him. Billy takes his cock in his hand and starts to stroke it from base to tip, playing with his erection as he looks at both of your available holes. He bites down roughly on his bottom lip and groans softly. You feel his hands move to your hips and at first, he slips himself in between your lips.

Feeling as he fills you, stretching you to meet his width and length, he smiles as your juices coat him. It was a treat, almost a thank you for letting him do this. He starts off slow, getting harder at the feeling of you. His finger runs over your second hole as he pumps at a steady pace. All he could think about was how you would react to it.

"Are you ready, Princess?" "Mmm, Y-yes Sir." You moan for him.

Billy smirk, pouring a little of the lube over your second hole and pulling himself out of you. He lines himself up and slowly starts to push himself into you. He eases in, which causes your breathing to hitch slightly as you start to hold your breath.

"Oh fuck. Fuck." He moans, feeling that increased tightness around him. "You are going to take all of me." He says as he pushes himself in all the way, your ass coming to meet his base easily and tightly. Your hand's grip at the bedspread and a wave of euphoria and adrenaline wash over your body. The slight bit of pain that comes from the first time feels good but is fleeting with each slow pump he makes into you.

Billy groans and moans more than usual. He's far more vocal, a 'fuck' or a 'dear god' escaping his lips from time to time. Leaning over you slightly, he cups your breasts and massages them, pulling slightly at your nipple. This was far more intimate than you expected it to be. It was nothing like you had seen in porn. You moan for him, surprised at how good this actually feels. Realizing that you were enjoying it, Billy starts to pick up the pace. He pumps into you a little harder and faster with each passing moment.

"Oh god, Princess. You feel so good..." He groans. "Thank you Sir." You moan in response. "Fuck." He growls it again. "Fuck!"

As he feels the pressure start to build at his base, Billy starts to get rougher. Slamming into you harder makes your moans go from soft and intimate to almost yelling. "Oh Billy!" You moan his name, which sends him into overdrive. He pushes himself into you all the way and reaches around to touch your swollen bud. He rubs you in a circular motion. Your legs start to quiver underneath you. He could tell you were going to cum.

"Come on Princess. Cum for me." He coos at you.

At that moment you start to cum. Billy quickly moves his hands at the right moment and places them on your ass, pulling you apart as he watches himself pumping into you quickly and roughly. He growls as he starts to finish, letting his pressure release inside you. You both finish together and stop a moment to catch your breaths.

Billy slowly pulls out of you and smirks. "My good girl!" He says as he reaches down and picks you up. "How about we get you cleaned up?" He asked. You nod your head and wrap your arms around him as he carries you off to the bathroom.

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your-highnessmarvel · 4 years ago

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From Bleak to Bright - Part Nine

All other parts on on my masterlist, link provided below.

AN: this chapter is long again but worth it;) I’ve included two lines from two of you who’ve participated in my little challenge and these are the lines:

“You will not touch her!!”

“ Darling, I may be a god but I am still a man”

so be on the look out;)

Warnings: angst, language, sexually explicit language (18+ only!)

MASTERLIST - SERIES MASTERLIST

PART NINE

Three days passed without incident, well, false, there were a few spilled cereals on the floor and burning yourself while trying to make dinner. Otherwise, though, there was no incident!

Loki kept his distance, or well, as far away as he wanted. Whenever he deigned to come back to the loft, he was handsy. A hand at the small of your back while you made dinner. A hand on your thigh while you read to him late at night. A lingering hand in yours while you said goodnight. But never more.

And as much as you wanted to be more, to have the courage to swallow your pride and to act on the soulmate bond, you never went further.

Even despite the soulmate bond, the fact that colors were so vibrant and real, there was always that nagging thought at the back of your head. Bruce. He came to you in your dreams, pleading, begging you to come back. Even if you woke up with your heart in your throat, your fingers trembling, you never made another attempt to leave the loft.

And that’s what it was this morning, waking up with your heart bashing against your breastbone, your breath haggard, hands shaking as you gripped the sheets. You gasped, trying to catch your breath, but the vividness of the dream made your head spin. Ever since colors came to you, your dreams just felt that much more real.

After sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to get your brother’s face out of your mind, you went to the bathroom and cleaned up for the day, dressing in your regular jeans and t-shirt. You planned to ask Loki how his evil mastermind of a plan was going, but the loft was quiet.

Last night, you’d gotten through half of Jane Austen, while Loki played in your hair, watching you with those intense green eyes. The book still lay on the couch, open, face down, and you picked it back up.

“Proceeding without me, darling?”

You looked back as Loki strode in from the hall, the door to his room wide open, and you could see his unmade bed beyond. You wondered how Loki slept. Was he a quiet, unmoving sleeper? Or a loud, messy one?

“Sleeping in late now, are we?” you countered as you went back to the book. Loki went to the kitchen with a chuckle, beginning his breakfast.

“A day off never hurt anybody,” he answered.

“A day off from what?” you asked with a snark. “From taking over my planet?”

He chuckled softly but never answered. He was so dodgy when it came to questions about it. Even your questions about the Avengers, he usually shrugged and ignored you.

He came back with two bowls of Lucky Charms and coffee, which you both indulged in silence. Today, Loki was wearing a black knit sweater and his usual trousers, his leg folded on the couch between you. He looked almost sweet eating his child’s cereal, deep in thought, those green gems faraway.

When you were finished, he took your bowl and empty mug and went back to the kitchen to wash them. You looked at him, chin on the back of the couch, losing yourself in the width of his broad shoulders, the way the fabric of his sweater strained across the expanse of his back.

He was truly, utterly beautiful. Maybe it was the soulmate bond tugging deep in your chest, making you see things in him you’d normally never notice. But his touch was gentle, even if his body was all sharp, hard angles. His face was sweet despite the constant frown and the obnoxious tone he sometimes employed. There was something about those strands of raven hair, cut short just beneath his ears, that you wanted to run your fingers through. Would they be soft? Would they be thick?

Countless times you’d pictured yourself tugging at those dark roots, pulling his head back and exposing his pale, long neck.

“Staring, Y/N?” came the rumble of his voice.

You perked up, cheeks growing hot. He was still facing away from you. How did he know?

Your silence made him chuckle, his shoulders moving along with the waves of his laughter. He turned off the tap, turning to face you, leaning against the countertop. You wanted to absolutely delete the space between the both of you, but instead, you fell back against the couch, only your eyes and forehead visible to him.

He smiled cockily. “It’s fine if you stare,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s adorable.”

“I wasn’t,” you stuttered, looking away, wanting to hide. “I wasn’t staring.”

“I am not an idiot,” Loki said, stalking towards you. “I know staring when I see it.” He put his hands on the back of the couch, on each side of your face, and you had to look up to maintain eye contact.

“I was just - looking,” you mumbled, looking down.

He hooked a finger under your chin, bringing your eyes back to his. “I said it’s fine if you look,” he said, inching closer, leaning over you. “I do it too.”

He watched you frown with a tilt of his head, his fingers still grasping your chin. Your mouth parted to say something back, maybe a clever little retort, but you found yourself at a lost for words.

“I feel the same bond as you, Y/N,” he said, and now his tone was lower, rougher. “I feel the same... desires as you.” You wanted to look away, but he kept a hold on you that you dared not break. “Do you think of me at night?” he asked in a whisper.

Your breath hitched. You did. God, you did. You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but you stayed long hours staring up at the cream ceiling, imagining what he was doing in his room. What he was thinking. If he was imagining you as well. If his body responded to the thought of you. Because yours did whenever his smirk appeared in your mind’s eye, whenever those hands imaginarily stroked your hips.

His mouth quirked up in a smirk. “You do,” he murmured, gaze dropping momentarily at your parted lips. “Say it.” It was a command.

You gulped, finding it extremely hard to maintain eye contact. “I do.” Your voice was small, barely above a whisper.

He smiled. “Of course you do.” He stroked your bottom lip with his thumb. “I can’t help it, having you in my thoughts. It’s like a plague. I can’t bare it when I am not with you. I want...” he trailed off, his eyes round, red mouth parted as if he was surprised he’d admitted this much. “I want to kiss you so much. I want to touch every single inch of your skin. I want to taste you and hear what that brings out of you. I can’t stop thinking about it, and Gods, is it hard to control myself.”

You gulped, heat crawling up your face, your hands in fists at your sides. Something new spilled in your tummy, a heat previously unbeknownst to you. It dripped like lead down your thighs, seeping into your core, and you shut your legs together to keep it there.

Loki chuckled, watching you struggle. “Darling, I may be a God but I am still a man,” he whispered. You shivered, the force of his words like a hot flame coursing down your body. “And I won’t be able to keep myself from you any longer.”

You looked up, something daring crawling up your features, relaxing your trembling fists.

“Then don’t,” you said.

He was so close to you that you could see the little freckles on his eyelids, the crinkling of the skin beside his mouth as his lips split into a grin.

“You’re bad,” he uttered. “I like it.”

He softly jerked his chin, eyes boring into yours, and you felt the kiss before he even touched you. His hand left your chin and slid down to grasp your shoulders, bringing you up, kneeling before him. And as he softly pressed his lips to yours, he brought you over the edge of the couch until you stood before him.

At first, his lips were hesitant, soft, slow, as if he was afraid to scare you. To make sure you totally and utterly wanted this. And God, was this better than anything you’d ever experienced. The smell of him so close, the feel of his body pressed flushed against yours, his lips molding against your mouth. It was Paradise.

Flames erupted under your flesh as Loki kissed you, slowly, sensuously. Your hands slid across his arms, up around his shoulders, and finally, you gripped the soft roots of his raven locks. A guttural groan escaped his throat when you tugged softly, and his left hand - that’d been obediently tucked against your waist - gripped your ass, while his right hand wrapped slowly around your throat.

And his kiss deepened, became hungrier, his tongue opening your lips for him. Heat pooled treacherously down your belly, settling in the pit of your pelvis. This side to Loki, this lasciviousness, the way his hand around your throat squeezed ever so slightly, the one on your ass gripping possessively, made your heart trash against your ribs.

You wanted more. You wanted closer. You wanted him.

But the moment broke. It shattered at the sound of a loud, blaring alarm, the loft shutting down and coming back blood red in lights.

You broke apart, panting, and Loki quickly turned so you were behind him. Your hands rested on his upper back, and you could feel his quick breaths as he scanned the room. Your lips were warm, swollen from his kiss.

A shuddering, ground breaking crash made the floor beneath your feet rumble, like a great big beast had thundered through the walls.

“Shit,” you said, all heat lost, a frozen, merciless cold gripping your insides. You knew exactly what great big beast had found you.

Loki turned, and the complete change in his expression - from lust to panic - made your head spin.

“We’ve been found,” he said. “They’ve come for you, my dear.” He looked at you expectantly, and whatever he wanted you to say, you didn’t. Because you couldn’t choose between your brother, your fucking family, and your soulmate.

The unfairness made you want to cry.

He gripped your hand and kissed it harshly. “Stay here,” he ordered.

Your empty hand felt cold without his.

He turned and rippled his magic, illusion dripping from him, revealing the true God. Clad in his long green cotton cape, his black, gold, and green armor adorning his lean build, his horned, golden helmet casting off the brute lights. He looked like a true God; a powerful one.

Something weird and unpleasant settled in your stomach when he brought his left hand up, his golden staff materializing between his fingers. The light at the tip glowed a nebulous, familiar blue.

He used it to travel - that was the only word you had for it, the way the world seemed to crack before him, swallowing Loki whole and closing, leaving you staring at empty space.

Panting, heart beating, thoughts wild from both the kiss and the blaring alarm, you ran for the door. As you’d guessed, it was locked. Whatever magic Loki held on the loft, it wasn’t about to let you out. Pressing your ear against the door, you heard nothing but the muffled rumbling of the lab on the other side.

You pushed back, angry, groaning in frustration. Maybe if you found your brother and explained. Even if it was ridiculous. Even if Loki was ultimately the villain, the one to threaten your own planet, there had to be an explanation for the bond. And surely, your brother would understand, right?

But you had no time to answer your own question. You had no time to venture into your thoughts. The door blasted open, sending a wave of heat, throwing you back across the air. You landed hard on your back, your head cracking against the floor.

You vision blurred, wavered, flooding in and out from black to red. A few sparks blew in your vision, muffled voices blurring in your ears. Something pushed off your chest, a heavy weight clearing, your breathing returning in a rush.

Someone was talking to you, yelling at you actually, but you couldn’t make them out. Your world was red and black, a harsh duality, your head swimming viciously. You thought you’d vomit, but the feeling passed. Your left arm was numb.

“Get up!”

It was a voice you recognized.

Thor.

You felt arms under your knees, behind your head, gently lifting you. There was a cold harshness, like steel, against your cheek. A rumbling voice overhead.

“Y/N,” he said, shaking you slightly. “Can you hear me?”

You shook your head. “He’s going to kill you,” you mumbled, frowning, a violent headache searing across your brain.

Thor huffed.

Something crashed nearby. Thor groaned, his body moving slightly.

“Let her go!” Loki’s voice made the world regain its focus, like being taken out from underwater. You reached up, gripping Thor’s armor. Trying to push yourself off.

“Loki, you’ve mascaraed this planet!” Thor shouted. The force of his voice shook through you. The voice of a God. A king.

“Let her go, brother! You’ve no idea what you’re doing!” There was pain in Loki’s voice, urgency. Fear.

“Put down the staff, Loki,” Thor demanded. Your head was heavy. An ache crawled along your skull. Another concussion.

The air shifted, something similar to space travel, but your skin didn’t tighten, your body didn’t feel stretched across time. Thor yelled, his hands curling at your sides, until you were dropped and Thor’s body was propelled from yours.

When you looked up, your head aching something fierce, Loki was bent over you, green eyes torn with fear. He placed a hand on your shoulder, skimming your collarbone. “I’ll kill him,” Loki growled, getting to his feet.

You wanted to tell him to stop, to just take you away again, but your head was too heavy to lift.

“Bruce is out there, brother,” Thor said, but you couldn’t see him, and your brother’s name on his tongue made tears brim in your eyes. “He’s coming for her and you can’t stop it!”

“You cannot have her!” Loki yelled back, vicious, teeth snapping. “You will not touch her! She’s mine!”

There was a vicious, tremendous crash, the ground rumbling under your spine, sending reverberations painfully dancing along your skull.

Loki turned, saw the flash of green in the blaring red of the alarm. You wanted to call out. Call out to your brother. You didn’t want him hurt, even if you knew that in this form, the Hulk was basically indestructible.

Loki was too far away to simply leave with you, using the power of his staff. He glanced at you, saw the expanse of space between you both, and his eyes sharpened, just as Hulk came barreling through the wall, roaring in rage, coming toe to toe with Loki.

And Loki vanished, leaving you there, on the floor, broken, and empty.

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binniesthighs · 4 years ago

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a/n: this piece is a lil gift for by lovely friend arina ♡ (ฉันรักคุณ & ich liebe dich!!) ♡ as well as my first submission for svtredroom!! happy valentines day to you all hehe and i hope ya remember that i love you too so! much!

~in which getting stood up on Valentines Day goes a bit more differently than you expected

Like the Movies

Pairing: self insert, female reader x jeon wonwoo

Genre: fluffy smut

Tags: valentines day au, meet cute au, mentions of food and alcohol, sexual tension, hook-up, businessman!wonwoo, wonwoo being expensive eeee, softdom!wonwoo, sub!reader, kitchen sex, oral (f receiving), bondage, unprotected sex (stay safe!!), cockwarming hehe

Word count: 2.9k

Tagging: @hongnanglen-arina @svtredroom

He had been sitting there for at least forty-five minutes--or longer--you didn’t quite know, seeing as you had only been there for forty-five minutes yourself. In the time that you had spent waiting, watching him had become a bit of your routine; he wasn’t watching, so it wasn’t like you had been disturbing anyone.

You couldn’t imagine why someone like him would be sitting alone on a night like this.

Someone must’ve been a fool to think that they could leave him at that table by himself, for at least forty-five minutes, to read over the menu for the tenth time like you had watched him do.

Granted, you had also been sitting there for at least forty-five minutes.

Perhaps the world was much crueler than you had expected...especially on this holiday supposedly all about love and connection.

He had perfect posture: the kind that made you assume he must’ve been a businessman or someone else important who had to train themselves to keep a strong composure. The suit that he wore was plain, although it looked as if it had undoubtedly cost him a small fortune. Every corner and pleat of the fabric had been pressed professionally and not a speck of dust or dander seemed to cling to it. His raven black hair too looked effortlessly tussled with the stray strand here and there that must have been planned. Those slender fingers of his pushed up his wire framed glasses now and then. Under the dim lighting of the restaurant, his eyes of a dark brown reflected a color of dark obsidian: both cold and testing.

To his side, he had a tall glass of wine that he had barely touched: you thought to yourself maybe he just liked how it looked here; like he really was just waiting, and not sitting alone.

“Have you decided if you would like to order while you wait miss?”

Your waiter with a wispy beard leaned in to speak to you over the noise of the room.

“Ah-no. Not yet. I think I want to wait a little longer. I think that they should be here soon.”

“Of course,” He bowed.

Across the room, his waiter approached him as well, likely whispering the same question. He nodded, and shooed him with the wave of his hand. Lithe fingers toyed with the stem of his glass, he he rose his head.

In your surprise, he had turned his head over to your direction of the room, and you suddenly became much more interested in the small assortment of white and cream colored roses on your table. You could feel his gaze, but you couldn’t bring up the bravery to meet it.

Under the table, your watch ticked tiny and nearly silent ticks as you waited for the minutes to pass by even farther.

How long is it acceptable to wait until you accept that they’re never coming?

In many ways, you felt pathetic and crinkled like the browning edges of those very flowers in the glass vase before you. Who in their right mind would stand someone up on Valentines Day? Out of all days of the year?

You thought to yourself that it must’ve taken some kind of evil and unfeeling person to do so...and you were the fool to think that you would’ve thought they would have showed up. For a moment, you had thought that perhaps it would be better if you left, marched right out of that door into the winter cold, gotten a taxi to the grocery store to buy discounted valentines day candy and cherry cola, then ate it all until you gave yourself a headache. As the night drew longer, that didn’t seem like the worst idea.

“Ma’am? I’m sorry, but we ask that if you are going to sit that you order an item...we have a waiting list still and we would prefer if you got your money’s worth.”

You could see the remorse in your waiters eyes. Even he felt bad for you.

Your eyes drifted to the lobster bisque that you had assumed you would have ordered had they showed up.

Discount candy? Or lobster bisque?

“--One order of the Burrata please.”

He had slipped into the chair across with you as swift as a shadow, and you hadn’t even seen him coming. From this close, he was even more breathtaking. His broad shoulders seemed to take up the whole space of the seat before you, and his creeping smile held a type of mystery that was intriguing and terrifying.

The waiter himself looked a bit surprised. “One...order of the Burrata then.”

The man sighed, then took off his glasses with finesse.

“It looks like you and I are in the same predicament.” His tone was deep, but still gentle. “I don’t think its fair to be alone on a night like tonight. I hope you don’t mind that I invited myself over.”

“N-no. Not at all.” Your throat felt dry.

Rather than respond, he smiled out in a grin that made you instantly enthralled. Even though you didn’t know him much, you knew him to be the kind of man that could wrap you around his little finger. Had it been any other day of the year, you wouldn’t have given him the time of day, but, today wasn’t any other day of the year.

“I assume you already know what you’d like to order?”

“Mm. Yes. I think I’ve looked over the menu just as many times as you have.”

He folded his arms over his chest with a little chuckle.

“I’m Jeon Wonwoo. And you are?”

“Y/n.”

“Seems like it there’s a reason that we’re both here at the same time, and...by ourselves.”

“Not...anymore.” You took a sip of your own wine with heart racing.

“You’re right.” He rose his own glass into the air which he had taken from his table. “To being alone...together.”

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Your heeled shoes fell to the hardwood floors of his apartment with a clack. His whole home seemed to be swelling with the same energy that he held about himself. It was simple, minimal, no room for anything that looked sentimental or unbecoming for someone as proper as him. The layout was mostly open with each of the rooms connecting to the other. Every item in the apartment seemed to be either gunmetal grey, or black. His kitchen was large for a relatively small apartment, and had a centerpiece of a large black marble island.

“Espresso?” He offered as he pulled at his shirt collar and tie.

“Sure.”

You wondered about you, tracing your fingertips over the leather couches and spotless upholstery of his dining table chairs. The far wall of the apartment was made of floor to ceiling windows that gave a magnificent view of the city in all it’s nighttime spectral glow. Millions of lights made up the cityscape and twinkled like faraway stars from the height of his 17th floor home. From here, you could take in the whole city fully and it filled you with an unknown sense of tranquility.

Behind you his stainless steel espresso maker made a little humming sounds, and then the air was filled with the nutty aroma of the coffee. You walked over, feeling the cold touch of the wood under your pantyhose. He placed the small cup on a saucer and presented it to you. The smell filled up your senses and it was perfectly foamy on the top. From the quality of the brew, you assumed this must’ve been his hobby.

The both of you drank your shots in silence, and you waited to feel the caffeine rush though your body.

You placed the cup down, “Thank you.”

He chuckled a little, then rose his finger to wipe a bit of the foam from the corner of your mouth. Instinctually you licked your lips after with the ghostly touch of him lingering there. He licked the remnants off his finger. All at once, you felt yourself grow weaker under the weight of his obsidian eyes. A tension too held in the air as he leaned his body lower and lower...

He tasted like coffee, much as you had expected yourself to taste as well. It was startling, but he was still gentle in the way that he had pulled your frame into his body with fingers splayed across your back. On your teetering tip-toes, you struggled to keep your balance returning the heat of his mouth. He had been smiling devilishly too as his hands explored your whole body: from the curves of your hips and your shoulder blades, all the way down to your ass which he grabbed at in handfuls. It was no mystery that he had hardened against your stomach and the feeling made you keen even further in his arms.

A deep groan vibrated his chest when your own hands explored the width of his back and clawed lightly at the fabric of his suit jacket hiding the rippling muscles underneath. He told you to continue by kissing a trail down the side of your cheek to your jaw, then to your neck where he sucked and kissed wet little reminders of adoration into the skin. Slowly, your hands snuck under the jacket and to his crinkling shirt.

In one motion, he lifted you by the back of your thighs to the stone counter which felt startlingly cold under your nearly bare legs. Here, you were allowed a better angle to throw your arms over his shoulders and push off the thick fabric that kept you at bay. You granted yourself one little peek between the kisses to take up the way that his arm muscles flexed the white cotton. He did the same with hasty fingers going to untie the thin bow that held up your blouse. His fingers tickled you as he tore the shirt up and off your head to throw it somewhere you had no idea where. After, he set to work unclasping your bra with ease, and the same needy hands cupped at your breasts firmly, tweaking your buds in-between his index and middle. Further, he traversed down your chest to suck harshly at your hardened nipples, not even caring when his teeth had grazed them slightly.

Your arousal had become painfully obvious in your underwear constricted by your tights. You couldn’t help but squirm feeling yourself getting wetter by the second. His teasing gaze never left you while he looked up at you with your perky nipples on his tongue. Shameless moans and breathy gasps from you filled the wide and open apartment, and got lost in the empty corners of the room.

You felt dizzy and breathless once he had decided to stop and opted to tear his tie off his neck.

“Can I tie your hands with this? Please?” He kissed the words into your neck and nibbled them into your ear.

You let out a little whimper saying “yes” and offered your wrists to him.

You would have never imagined it, but the blue silk looked even more lovely than you would’ve guessed. His eyes darkened too seeing how helpless you had become like this. It as as if he couldn’t help himself: he held your tied hands up to his lips where he kissed at your fingers and palms, giving them gifts of his pleasure to them.

He lowered you back to lay flat on the marble counter and the cold sensation made your whole body shiver wonderfully.

“Just relax.” He cooed while kissing down your stomach and fiddling with the zipper of your skirt.

The heat of your core had become unbearable waiting for him, and each of his teasing touches against your inner thighs and on your sides sent you spinning for more.

You were colder without your clothes, but soon he had granted you the rub of his thumb on your clit over your panties and a mischievous smile spread across his lips.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” He said, pulling your thin panties to the side to take a peek. He granted one more finger to rub over you directly and mix with your slick.

“Mm-fuck.” Your hips twisted with each of his touches and your hands writhed in the knot of his tie.

Wickedly slow, he removed your panties from your legs, then stopped to let his hot breath swirl over your twitching clit.

“Such a good girl.” He permitted you one kiss which elicited pathetic and needy moans from your mouth.

Wonwoo began his tantalizing lapping: thick and slow stripes with his wetted mouth that made you tremble. It was criminal how wet he had made you, and it was obscene how each of his kisses sounded against your clit. His cat-like eyes tested you further as if to say watch what a beautiful mess I make of you.

The mixture of cold stone on your back and the heat of your waist was terribly confusing, but you couldn’t help but get lost in it.

“Don’t you look so pretty like this?”

Your voice wavered and you lost yourself further in him while he continued. Your hands did feel trapped--you wanted nothing more to mess up that hair of his, and make it all yours to take in sinfully...but he didn’t grant you that pleasure.

It didn’t take him long to build up your orgasm, and each flick over your bud, he drew you closer and closer into melting into a shaking mess over his mouth. He built you up until you were painfully sensitive, then smiled with his gorgeously white smile when you came on his tongue, even grinding slightly to ride your release which he reveled in.

“Did you like that sweetheart?”

Airy chuckles shook your chest and you tried your best to calm your trembling body.

“Y-yes.”

“Here, sit up.”

Wonwoo grabbed you by your arms to help you up, and admittedly, you felt a bit dizzy yourself.

“Grab on.”

He prompted you to wrap yourself around him, which you were a bit hesitant of, but his now warm smile assured you that all would be well.

“Don’t worry.” He simply soothed.

You did so, even getting a little embarrassed over your arousal that must’ve been rubbing off on his clothes.

He walked the two of you over to his velvety looking couch, having you sit on his lap. Even after this while, he was still as hard as before. He returned his mouth to paint kisses into yours once more, filling your mouth with adoring comments in between each one.

“I can’t believe that you’re all mine tonight.”

His hands returned to your breasts to kneed over them more carefully this time.

“Would you like to ride my dick princess?”

It had been absentminded, but you had been grinding into his lap and against his swelling dick.

“Y-yes. Please. I-I want to.”

Wonwoo carefully helped you off his lap to remove himself of his own pants, then guided your hips over his hardened length which was much longer and girthier than it had appeared to be hidden under his pants.

“Take it as slow or as fast as you want, okay? We have all night.”

Once more his smiling kisses peppered your mouth, then you lowered yourself over him, and it was near euphoric how tightly you took him in. It was effortless in the way that the tip of his head would graze your cervix just like this. Both of you groaned out your symphony of pleasure.

“Oh fuck--” His eyes rolled. “You’re unreal.”

Wonwoo’s fingers dug deeply into your lower back, guiding the return of your hips over his length all the while giving love bites to the soft nape of your neck. Connected with him like this, the stranger that you barely knew, you felt a sense of closeness unlike anything you had felt before. He must have put a spell on you from the way each one of his kisses and the pull of your lip by his teeth made you fall deeper into him.

Your thighs straddled him harder in all of your want: you wanted to make him one with you, to have him all to yourself even though you knew he wasn’t yours to keep. The way that his faint grunts wavered in your ears was too much for you to handle. You weren’t alone. On the night that you thought you hadn’t been wanted, he made you feel as if you were the only one there was.

He hushed into you, “Cum for me, beautiful.”

Your hands now untied, you raked them though his hair just as you had wanted, chasing your orgasm roughly while you made a mess of him just as he did for you. It tightened in your core, and you used every last shred of your energy to maintain your speed over him. It was exhausting, and your legs shook the closer you got.

It flushed over your whole body, and dripped down your legs: it was electricity through each of your extremities, and then it was heat, warm as the sun that ran from the tips of your ears to your neck still throbbing from his lips pulling there, hard, as he reached his own orgasm that was left throbbing inside your walls.

A wave of exhaustion swept over you while you clung to him and he to you. He really was unimaginably handsome this close. The side of his hand caressed down the side of your dewy face.

“Would you like to be alone together...more?”

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hisoknen · 5 years ago

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warnings: dubcon, mirror sex, unprotected sex, mild degradation, malpractice lol wc: 2.9k prompt: “do as you’re told.”

a/n: thank you @joyousandverywarlike for being the best beta reader, friend and hype lady! i appreciate you endlessly

Your lower back has been killing you for weeks. When you went to the doctor, they had recommended Advil a few times daily, but it certainly wasn’t getting any better. You couldn’t sit at work properly. Getting out of bed sent pain shooting down to your legs and you couldn’t take it anymore. You finally decided to go back and beg for a physical therapist recommendation.

The clinic was very intimate and quaint. The walls are a soft beige paired with dark brown chairs and couches. You sit in the waiting room, idly scrolling through your phone after checking in.

Your eyes move up from your phone as you hear a low voice call your name. There’s a toned man with dark brown hair giving you a crooked, charming smile. He has a white button-down that snuggly wraps around his figure, paired with a dark green tie.

“Uh, that’s me-” you thickly swallow as you rise from the chair walking toward where he stood. “Right this way,” he holds the door open, letting it go as you cross the threshold.

“I am Doctor Shindou, you can call me Doctor Yo,” he speaks as he strides in front of you. You can see the muscles in his back ripple against his tight shirt. “Right in here, you can take a seat,” he motions as you step past him and find the spot. “So what brings you in today?” he settles himself in front of the desk, taking a look at the file in his hands.

“I’ve been having an ache in my back for quite some time now,” you relay to him the steps you’ve been taking with pain meds and how work has become a challenge. Taking in his unruly dark brown hair and warm chocolatey eyes.

“Where would you say it’s located?” His jaw fixes as he holds out a diagram. You can’t help but let your eyes wander to his large hands, nails trimmed, before you point at the spot.

“Did you start experiencing this after something in particular?” He places the chart onto the table. You stare up at him taking in his gaze wandering down your body before climbing up to meet your eyes. “Picking up a heavy box or falling?”

“Nothing I can really think of.” Your brow furrows as you try to rack your brain for something inn particular that could have started this all, coming up blank.

“Chin up, Y/n!” He clasps his large hands around yours holding them tight, the warmth radiating against your skin. “We’ll figure this out together!” He assures you with a vibrant smile. The initial contact startles you, but after taking in his warm gaze, you nod with a smile.

“Stand up for me, yeah?” He drops your hand, rising. Gathering your bearings, you stand. He smiles warmly, closing the distance between you. Taking a step toward you, a little too close for comfort. Shindou wraps his arms around you, pressing his fingers into the small of your back. You stumble forward, against his chest.

“Is it here?” His breath fans across your face, a hint of mint washing through you. You glance up at him with a start, the same vibrant smile from before sending a shudder through your body.

“Uh, yeah-” you can feel your cheeks heating up, eyes darting to the floor. “It’s actually just a bit lower down.” You aren’t lying. He needs to know where it is, but the close proximity and prompting for his hands to travel lower feels indecent.

You wouldn’t mind letting your own hands wander down his body. Worse things could happen. The hottest man you’ve encountered in months has his hands on you, who are you to complain?

“Here?” He asks, his hand lightly tracing down your back to the small divots at the base, thumb swirling circles against the fabric of your shirt.

“Yes-” you clear your throat as his touch lingers a second too long. Doctor Yo steps away from you, seemingly not as phased by the close proximity you shared only moments before.

“Lumbar pain is fairly common, let’s try out a few things and let me know if you feel pain or a stretch anywhere.” He shoots you a friendly smile, walking to his desk to make notes.

This couldn’t have all been in your head, right? He could have checked from the side if he wanted to, but he came at you straight on. It seemed a bit too casual for a physician to be doing. But then again, you aren’t going to be the one to complain. You think to yourself, recalling the feeling of his body close to your own.

“Y/n, you still with me?” A voice brings you back to reality, you can feel the heat creep onto your ears.

“So what I’m going to have you do is put your legs shoulders width apart and bend at the hips,” he motions with his own body. “Make sure to keep your back straight as you lean forward and go at it at a 90-degree angle.” You follow his motions, feeling a stretch in your muscles.

“Feel anything?” He asks tilting your head up. You find him in front of you. “Here I’m going to take your hands and adjust you real quick,” his fingers grasp at your wrist, lightly tugging your body forward.

“Make sure you keep the angle, angel.” You look down at the floor, the name sending chills through your body. “You’re a little off-kilter. Here one second.” Shindou drops your wrists throwing you off balance momentarily, standing up straight.

“Everything good?”

“Ah, yes, sorry I could feel the stretch. I just needed a second to catch my breath.” You assure him. Taking the opportunity to slow your heart that’s pounding too fast for a physical therapist visit.

“Alright, this time, grab onto the exam table for something to prop you up,” he smiles kindly.

“Okay, I’m ready,” you look down and adjust your feet before bending forward once more, fingers latching onto the cool plastic, feeling his gaze on your body.

“Like this, right?” You let out a breath, relaxing into the position. The stretch feels fantastic. Dr. Yo really knows what he’s talking about.

“Almost, here more like this,” you sense him moving behind you and feel him press gently against you, hands lowering onto your hips to push you down slightly.

“That’s better,” he moves slowly, sending your warmth through you. “See, if you don’t do it right, it can actually be more harmful than helpful.” His laughter makes you uneasy. There is something about it that you can’t quite place. It feels empty.

“Doctor Yo, I-” you try and straighten up.

“Do as you’re told.” The tone he’d taken at the beginning of your appointment has disappeared completely. Once light and friendly, his words are now cold and stern, fingers digging into your clothed hips.

Your mouth dries up. You can only focus on the heat radiating off of his body as he commands you, the shape of his hardening cock imprinting into you.

“Can you feel it?” You can’t tell if he’s talking about the stretch from the exercise or his growing erection pressed flush against you. He dips his fingers underneath your shirt, scaling them up to your waist, kneading your flesh.

“Lucky for you, I have a tool that is perfect for getting your muscles relaxed,” you can feel his breath fan across the back of your neck as he cranes over your body. His hands moving to your hips, thumbs pressed into your lower back. You let out a startled gasp as vibrations begin to course through his fingertips. He lets out a soft chuckle above you, massaging into the muscle.

“Feel’s good, right?” He pulls your ass to his strained cock. A soft moan floats past your lips as you feel the vibrations thrum through your tense muscles. Maybe this is all just his method of practice. Your body that were once tight and sore is starting to release tension.

“I- It does,” you nod your head, moving back against him without thought.

“These might get in the way.” He pulls away from you, releasing your hips in a swift motion. The cold air hits your naked skin the instant he drags your shorts down to your knees.

“Dr. Yo,” you try to push off of the table.

“Ah-ah,” he pushes your back, “You didn’t even wear panties to come here?” His tongue clicks in amusement

Your cheeks heated up. He shouldn’t be doing this. It’s not like you knew something like this would happen, you left in a hurry this morning to make it here on time. You could reason with everything else he had done up to this point, but this was another level.

“What do we have here,” your body jolts forward at the light touch he directs at your glistening core. You can feel his breath tickling the skin, craning your neck back to see what he’s doing. He’s crouched down, parallel to your indecent body. His eyes look over to you when he notices your body shift.

“We can’t have you making a mess in my office, Y/n.” His mouth closing in on your exposed cunt as he envelopes your lips. You let out a moan, the feeling of his tongue softly trailing up and down, sending a wave of vibrations to the sensitive bundle of nerves.

You feel his smile against your skin after letting out a string of incoherent sounds as he continues his assault. The combination of the vibrations and the swirling of his tongue take over your mind.

You hear a shuffling accompanied by the sound of a zipper as he disconnects from your core. You let out a whine at the loss of contact.

“But if you stretch in one position for too long, it’s no good,” he whispers into your ear, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you flush against his chest. Your back arches as your ass is pushed flush against his cock, a bead of precum leaking onto your back. Your head rests against his shoulder, his other hand wandering to your hips.

“How about we turn over here so we can see your form?” He shifts his body so that the both of you are now facing the mirror beside the exam table. Your heart picks up when you take in the reflection. He has his hand wrapped around your throat, tilting your head back, and his other hand sneaking around your front to prod your clit.

“See, for the most part, you have it down. But I think we need to make one more adjustment to make sure the form is perfect Y/n,” the hand vanishes from its place, a whine escaping your lips at the loss of delicious contact.

“I think this will do the trick,” you can feel the tip of his cock running a lazy line up and down your soaked lips. He sends another steady wave of vibrations to his length, teasing you while you struggle to let him know what you want.

“Pl-” you try to get out, the vibrations increasing in their intensity. Your mouth hangs open, eyes closing while you focus on the sensations overcoming your body.

“Eyes open,” he commands, his hand tightening its grip around your throat, pulling you from your lustful thoughts.

In one fluid motion, he has your lips splayed open as he buries his cock in you. A gargled gasp escapes from your open mouth, walls convulsing around him as they attempt to accommodate his size. The stretch is laced with pain and pleasure.

The pronounced veins on the underside of his cock imprint their memory into your mind. Your entire body just a vessel meant to receive the pleasure he is willing to give you.

“Fuck Y/n,” Shindou lets out a strangled groan. Dragging his cock slowly out of your quivering hole, only to plunge back into it once more with haste, mouth attaching to the soft spot where your neck and shoulder meet.

“Your slutty pussy is just sucking me inside.” He ruts into you, gradually picking up his pace. Snaking his hands to your front, finger sending waves of pleasure the moment it makes contact with your bundle of nerves.

Pleasure surges through you, your mind going blank as he uses your cunt to please himself, fingers creeping past your lips. “Suck.” Hazily, you wrap your lips around his fingers, swirling your tongue around his digits.

“Fuck angel, you’re really getting the hang of this,” his voice is full of enthusiasm while he continues to pump himself into you. You can feel yourself on the edge of climax, your cunt milking his cock, each stroke timed with a growl in his throat.

“Come for me, Y/n,” his fingers push down onto your clit while picking up his pace. The urgency in his rumbling voice and the pulsing of his fingers pressing into you sends you over the edge. You cry out his name as the orgasm is ripped from your body. His fingers don’t let up their pace as he slows inside of you. Your cunt threatens to push him out with the way it squeezes around him.

“Good girl,” the slick sounds of cock moving in and out of your abused hole reverberate around the room, slowly coming to a halt as he stills inside of you. His heavy breathing tickles the back of your neck.

Your knees give way under you, and he moves in tandem with you to the floor. The slick covers the insides of your thighs as you pant, recovering from the waves of pleasure that coursed through your body.

“On your knees,” he lets out in a raspy breath. “What do yo-”

“We’re not done with your exercises Y/n,” you weakly crawl forward so that your knees are pressed are on the tile, your arms trembling as you press your palms into the cold surface.

“Knees apart,” he prods your thighs spreading them for you. “They need to be line with your shoulders,” he instructs, whipping his mouth with the back of his hand, grabbing hold of your hip.

“Your eyes need to be looking straight ahead, so you keep your spine in line.” He positions behind you, bottoming out in your stretched hole. “You’re going to need to alternate between curling your back and straightening it.” You push back against him, following his instructions with a weak ‘yes.’ The authoritative tone in his voice ringing through your ears.

“Just like that. Fuck, you feel amazing.” You let out small moans as he continues his sloppy thrusts, using your body to stroke his cock. Continuing to undulate your back like he’d instructed, you feel his cock begin to twitch inside of you.

“Plea-” you beg him to give you more. Your core flexing and releasing around, you begin to push back against him, forgetting all about your instructions.

“You want more, huh?” His grip on your hips is impossibly tight. Fingernails dig into your flesh. With each thrust, you can feel the vibrations strike against your cervix, tears pooling in your eyes, and clouding your vision. Pain and pleasure blend into one as he fucks into your spent body.

“You have such-” he thrusts into your tight hole, “an eager little pussy.” You can hear the sound of him pulling air through tightly clenched teeth.

“Are you that hungry for my cum?” He pulls at your thighs, using them as a lever to inch further inside of your cunt, his thick cock threatening to enter your womb.

“I’m gonna cu-” you’re cut off by the tremors in his cock intensifying. Your hands give out from under you, your cheek pressed to the floor, vision going blurry. The buildup of pressure in your stomach releasing.

He stays buried in you, wet forehead resting against your heaving back, both lost for air. Your pussy continues to milk the cum from his cock as you both let out soft noises. Gruff pants escape from his lips with each pull.

The moment he pulls out of your abused core, you can feel the cum spilling out. You lay on the floor to catch your breath. The cold tile is the only thing tying you to reality. There is no sound in the room other than the both of you gasping for air, bodies spent.

“You still have plenty of work to be done before that back of yours is back in working order.” He smiles at you before walking to the mirror to readjust his tie. He walks over to the desk and opens the cupboard, pulling a towel from it and tossing it your way.

“Clean yourself up, you’ll need to schedule a follow-up appointment on the way out. Make sure you look… somewhat presentable,” he nods to your disheveled figure. Is he just going to fuck you and leave? Move onto his next patient while you lie in the other room, cum spilling out of your sore cunt?

“I’ll be seeing you here again next week.” You look up, startled to find him zipping his pants, threading the belt back through the loops. You hadn’t even noticed him standing, let alone dressing once again.

“I’m excited to continue working with you, Y/n! You’ll be feeling as good as new soon enough.” The same buoyant smile crosses his lips, a glint of satisfaction shining in his eyes as he closes the door.

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Weakness

Title: Weakness

Summary: Syverson and his wife get into an argument, and he shows her bratty ass how to mind.

Pairing: Syverson x First Person Reader

Word Count: 2017

Warnings: nudity, manhandling, penetrative sex, tickling.

A/N: Last request of the year, folks... I’ve got a full plate!

Could you please do a tickle fic with syverson where u guys have a fight, but then when he comes to bed late at night you tickle him to get him to talk. But then he gets annoyed at you and ends up tying you up and tickling you as a punishment, though it ends in fluff and giggles at the end? Love ur fics!

Enjoy!

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“How many times we gonna have this argument?”

I had zero desire to do this tonight but I stood there anyway, arms crossed, nostrils flaring. Everyone in the bar was cowering away from Syverson’s intimidating hulk of a stance, but not me. I’d been with him for too long.

The guy that hit on me was far in retreat but once again, I’d been embarrassed in front of everyone by Sy taking it too seriously. He was so protective and for the most part, I didn’t mind. But I consider myself a woman that can defend herself without the aid of a man, and when said man comes in and threatens to maul any man within a ten foot radius of me, my intimidation factor gets undercut by about fifty percent.

Syverson also had his arms crossed, his legs regulation width apart and back ramrod straight. His size alone was enough to terrify most women, and even some men, but not me. I was far too pissed. Sy furrowed his brow.

“I’ll not have anyone hittin’ on my woman, especially not while I’m there to defend her,” he stated firmly. I rolled my eyes and threw my hands in the air.

“We’re goin’ in circles, and I ain’t doin’ this in public, especially not tonight,” I snapped. I grabbed my clutch and walked out the door, hailing a passing taxi and getting in before I could change my mind. As I gave the driver my address, I looked out the window and saw Syverson standing there, his mouth set in a stern line. A pang of excited fear shot into my belly; I had just left my husband at a bar.

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Syverson made it home about twenty long minutes after I did. They had to have been the most agonizing minutes of my life, and that included the time he suddenly lost phone reception once when he was on tour. I got ready for bed while I waited for him to come home, but I knew sleep would evade me. Back and forth I paced, straightening the décor on our shelves and brushing my hair before finally coming to rest on the bed, my knees pulled up to my chest.

I heard a car door outside and adrenaline coursed through my veins; the front door slamming shut near made me jump out of my skin. My body was rooted to the mattress, fingers fidgeting with the lacey hem of my cotton nightgown nervously. Sy entered our room, glanced at me briefly, then tore off his shirt and tossed it in the hamper as he barricaded himself in our bathroom without a word. I was in so much trouble, and my heart sank down into my stomach. Why of all nights did we have to do this tonight?

It wasn’t long before Syverson came back into the room, scowl still stubbornly etched on his face as he removed the rest of his clothes. He caught my eye and held it in silent warning; I didn’t dare look away. His belt was drawn out of its fabric station slowly and my ass clenched in apprehensive dread, but Sy just dropped it to the floor. My annoyance catapulted over my fear.

“Ya just not gonna talk to me then?” I snapped, shooting him my own glare. Syverson still didn’t speak, simply shucked his legs out of his pants and boxers and climbed under the covers, rolling over so that his back was facing me. That was the last straw.

“Sy…” I drawled, dragging a fingernail down his spine. He rotated his shoulder and huffed, but didn’t turn over. Determined, I tried again, spidering my fingers over the back of his ribs. Syverson spun around with surprising agility for a man so large and in a flash my wrist was seized.

“Best not start somethin’ ya can’t finish, little lady,” he warned, shoving my hand away. He closed his eyes and settled back into the bed. Anyone else would have heeded Sy’s warning, but not me. I needed to talk about it.

“Come on Sy, talk to me,” I pleaded. He just grunted. I assessed the situation, surveying his body for my plan of attack. His big arms protected most of his torso but the blanket had ridden down when he flipped over, and I could see the sharp point of his hip bone cresting through the waves of hair that graced his skin. Bingo.

I crawled on the bed carefully, sneaking a hand beneath the blanket to where Syverson’s warm girth lay nestled between his thighs. He grunted again but shifted to grant me more access; he never could say no to a blow job, no matter how mad he was. I straddled his chest and palmed him softly, smirking as he fell straight into my trap. Instead of leaning over though, I drilled my fingers into the deep pockets of his hips, relishing the way he immediately started huffing and throwing curses my way.

“If ya ain’t gonna talk to me then I’m just gonna tickle ya,” I drawled, scribbling my nails over his sensitive flesh. Sy grunted and jerked but he couldn’t quite get his hands around my torso to reach, the tickles confusing his brain and causing him to lose focus.

“Hmmm… still don’t wanna talk?” I teased, “Fine then, perhaps I should move to yer feet.”

In a flash my ankles were yanked out from under me and I was rolled underneath Sy’s heavy frame, his nimble fingers finding purchase beneath him on my sensitive ribs. I squealed and scrambled for his hands, kicking at him as I tried to stop the tickles. He just climbed on top of me and flipped around to straddle my hips, instantly immobilizing me and removing any notion I had of making it out of this alive.

“Ya think ya can just leave?” Syverson growled, pinning my arms above my head with one hand and returned to digging his fingers into my rib cage. I squealed again and fought to escape, but his thighs were an iron vice around my hips and his rough hand effortlessly held my wrists, locking me in place so that he had all the room in the world to punish me for my behavior.

“Ya thought this was over just cause you were done with it?” His fingers drilled faster, their ferocity matching the scowl on his face as I laughed helplessly.

“Try again, little lady... we ain’t over ‘til I say so.”

With that, he reverted back to his silence. I screamed and pleaded with him but he ignored me, tickling any skin he could find. When he ran out of skin to tickle he simply created more, rucking up my nightgown to gain access to my belly and navel. I laughed and wailed but my cries met a stone wall; I was too ticklish for my own good, and Syverson was mad.

He tore my nightgown completely off me and grabbed my wrists, and I took the brief moment to gasp for air. My respite was short lived however as I noticed his intentions; he was pinning my arms beneath his knees.

“No, Sy NO, PLEASE!!” I protested, pulling uselessly against his brute strength. I knew his game, I knew where he was headed and I didn’t want it.

“I’m sorry,” I begged him. Sy stared at me, hands on his knees, glare still firmly lodged on his face.

“I told ya not to start something ya couldn’t finish,” he said coldly. His hands travelled slowly behind him, resting along the supple flesh on my thighs.

“I know, I--KNOW,” I gasped, kicking at him. Syverson shuffled my body as I spoke, spreading my legs and trapping them between his folded knees.

“Ya just... ya wouldn’t talk to me, Sy. I didn’t want to go to bed upset, not tonight,” I admitted, gazing up at him with round eyes. I struggled under his weight, trembling as his fingertips grazed along the inner tendons that connected my legs to the rest of my body. Sy gave me a look that said I better keep talking, so I continued to explain.

“I don’t need ya to defend me all the time,” I said softly, not wanting to look at him. I knew his face would show that he was hurt, and I was right.

“That’s what I’m here for, bug,” He whispered, staring at my heaving chest as he traced circles along my sensitive loins. I shivered. God, I wanted to reach out and hold him.

“But what about when ya aren’t here?”

Syverson’s head snapped up to look at me, fire and pain flaring in his eyes. I could see that it hadn’t occurred to him that I still got hit on when he was overseas. Remorse and understanding fell over his features, and he nodded in submission.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. Still, ya need to pay fer leavin’ the bar without me.”

His fingers picked up their pace and my face scrunched up in agony. I wasn’t gonna get out of this by distracting him, and I was left with no choice but to accept my punishment. Still, I had to try.

“Sy, no don’t--” I managed to get out before he was squeezing those tendons between his thumbs and fingers, pinching every last ticklish nerve along my thighs. I thrashed and screamed, the highest-pitched squeals tumbling from my lips as he laid waste to my secret weakness, fluttering his fingers all over my mound. Time lost all meaning; had it been five minutes? Ten? I didn’t know, all I knew was that instead of tickles, my tortured pussy desired nothing more than for him to split me open and fuck me into the next century.

“NO MORE!” I begged, “SY PLEEEHEHEASE!! NO MOOOHOHORE!!”

His fingers froze and Syverson cocked an eyebrow at me.

“Ya gonna try and fight back?” he questioned, positioning his elbows on either side of my head.

“No sir,” I breathed.

“Who do you belong to?” he growled. My eyes softened and I gazed at his face, desperate to touch him, to comfort him.

“I belong to you.”

“Good girl.”

Sy released my arms and I wrapped them around his neck, burying my face in his shoulder as he did the same to me, thrusting into me to be as close as he could. He was hard as a rock, it took no more than five seconds before he was bottomed out and we two had become one flesh. It was an old song and dance and yet every time still felt like the first.

Syverson held me close as I clung to him fiercely, my tears weaving a wet trail into my hair as his embrace coiled around me, suffocating me in the best of ways.

“I’ll be back before you know it, bug,” He crooned against my cheek, but I could hear how choked up he was and I lost it. I would never get used to him leaving.

“You better be,” I sobbed, never wanting this night to end. Tomorrow brought pain, and separation.

“Now now, no tears,” Sy shushed, cradling my face in his hands and wiping the salt that threatened to stain my face. He thrust into me, hard and wanting and I gasped, pitching my hips to meet his. My cervix was on fire, the slightest movement would send me barreling over the edge into bliss. I saw a glint in Sy’s eye, one that told me he was about to be devilishly mischievous and my arms were brought to rest above my head, fingers interlocked with mine, and kisses alighted on my nose and neck as his lips found their way to my ear.

“Keep your arms up, bug,” he ordered, his fingertips spidering softly down my arms. No, I thought, squirming my hips and then gasping in shock as pleasure rocked through my center. Not this. Anything but this. His voice came searing into my mind, sealing my fate with one phrase.

“Yer gonna learn not to start somethin’ ya can’t finish.”

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