#WHAT IF I WANTED A LITTLE KISS HMM!!!!!!! WHAT THEN!!!!!!!

[c4toru]

your overworked bf makes it up for neglecting you ^o^

it was another one of those nights where he stayed up in the dark depths of the night, scribbling down different notes for himself to review the following day. he had been overwhelmed with the amount of preparation that needed to be done for his upcoming project at work.

you couldn’t remember the last time you even kissed properly, aside from the little pecks he gave you when he left for work or when he shushed you to sleep. you perk up as you hear him sigh loudly as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose before closing his notebook and setting it to the side.

“you’re still up pretty girl?” he worriedly asks, turning his body over so he can spoon your plush body. he’s met with uncomfortably loud silence but a firm grind of your soft body being pushed against his. confusion is plastered across his face but before he is able to get a word out, you speak up, “i miss you.. i-i want you” you whisper. he is so incredibly dumbfounded but still decided to indulge you further.

“how d’ya want me..?”

your naughty advances are what led you here, your pajama shorts lost on the floor while your full leg is hiked up to allow his now hardened cock to push its way past your warmth. “biiiig stretch honey- ngh!” he mumbles, shoving his girthy cock deep inside of you, hefty balls sitting perfectly against your swollen clit.

“o..oh f-feels so good mmf!” you babble, your dainty hand gripping onto your plump thigh as he’s rubbing slow n agonizing circles on your puffy clit. he’s licking a long stripe up the side of your neck, earning a breathy gasp from your lips. “i’m all the way up in here- hah..d’ya feel it? hmm?” he teases, pressing a heavy hand to the fat of your stomach.

“y-yes! so deep nngh.. gimmie more!” you cry, attempting to bounce your hips back onto his, desperate for friction. he tucks his bottom lip between his teeth before fucking up into you harshly, your aging bed creaking like there’s no tomorrow. he’s bringing his hand up from your clit to fondle your tit, grasping onto it as his leaky tip pounds against your sopping cervix.

“gonna give it all to you, ‘kay? be a good girl and take it.. hah.” he grumbles, your tight cunt creaming all over his cock, globs spilling down to his balls. your plush body jiggles as he rocks his hips into yours, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, causing tears to prick the corner of your eyes.

“m’cumming! f-fuckk .. don’t stop!” you squeal, his hand moving back down to your clit to rub sloppy circles around your nub. your cunt is fluttering around his lengthy cock when you feel his warmth begin to spill inside you, hot cum filling your insides. your mind exploding in pure bliss as specks of white begin to coat your entrance.

“nngh! so fuckin filthy..” he whines, your head toppling backwards to give him a sweetened kiss. he’s gripping into yours hips, slowly stroking his sensitive cock into you before pulling out and letting his fluids seep out.

he hates making his sweet girl feel so neglected but god.. make up sex sure does feel good

a/n : thank you so much for 1k !! i got a lot of asks for overworked/exhausted drabbles of various diff characters so i decided to write a miscellaneous one to satisfy some of you :D | thank you for all the support <3 , likes & reblogs are appreciated!

[myderis]

one less, a hundred more ꒱ mydei 'n fem reader ᰔ fluff ⊹ word count 0.2k

Sweat glistens on MYDEI’s exposed chest as he lowers himself down, muscles taut and rippling with every movement. You lie beneath him, grinning as you count each push-up, more specifically, each kiss he steals between reps.

“Twenty-six,” you murmur as his lips brush against yours again, rough but warm, carrying that rare gentleness he only shows to you. He chuckles, his breath fanning over your skin. “Counting kisses instead of push-ups? I see where your priorities are.”

You smirk, your fingers gently tracing the red markings across his body. “Can you blame me?”

Mydei dips down again, this time his lips press firmly against yours before he lifts himself back up, “Twenty-seven,” you whisper, the number barely leaving your mouth before he’s back for more.

The count continues, and every now and then, he pauses just enough to let you feel the warmth of his body, the weight of his devotion, and the love in his eyes before resuming.

“Fifty… fifty-one…”

By the time you reach ninety-nine, you sigh, and he doesn't like the look in your eyes. “Hmm… seems like we’re one short of a hundred.”

Mydei’s brows knit together, his warrior’s pride surfacing, not wanting to be damaged. “One short?”

You tilt your head innocently. “You know the rules, my love~ If it’s not a full set, you start over.”

He freezes for a second before he realizes what your plan has been all along. “You—” He can't be angry at you, but with a roll of his eyes, he lowers himself again, this time slower, knowing exactly what to do at times like this when you teased him. “If that’s how you want to play it… Then I better make sure you count properly this time.”

His lips capture yours once more, lingering just a little bit longer. “One,” you whisper, grinning against him as he smirks, and so, he starts again.

© MYDERIS. do not translate, plagiarize, or steal my work.

[dumbblond3]

★ FIGHT OR FUCK? ★

PIT FIGHTER VI FUCKING READER WHILE DICTATOR CAIT WATCHES

Caitvi x reader

NSFW MINORS DNI

“Just wish you two would get along hmm!”

A particularly rough thrust from Vi has your head reeling back into bed sheets

“That’s not for you to worry about baby ah- and maybe if cupcake over here could mm- lighten up we could go back to focusing on things that matter like our sweet girl”

Vi croons leaning down to your ear hitting that spot inside that leaves you cross-eyed

“Don’t act like this is my fault-“ Caitlyn chides

“I don’t need the spiel I’m a little preoccupied to keep this arguing up” Vi smirks back at Cait’s peeved expression

Caitlyn huffs her frustration almost outweighing her arousal at seeing you like this, almost

You feel her cool hand against your cheek, a soft attempt to soothe as Vi’s hips don’t miss a beat giving you no choice but to take it

“Mhmmm Cait please-“ you hear yourself start to beg for what exactly you’re not sure

“I know baby I know but you can take it for me, can’t you?” Caitlyn’s hushed words coat your mind in a hazy bliss that Vi can’t help but interject “You can take it for us, right honey? Or did you forget she’s mine too”

Vi punctuates her sharp words with the quick snap of her hips punching little whines out of you with each thrust

“Don’t like it when you fight- uhhh!”

Your pleas not falling on completely deaf ears, the two girls want nothing more than to make you happy but pride often gets in the way

A sharp glare is directed toward Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman does not fold and she certainly won’t be the one to apologize now

Unfortunately for you Vi is just as stubborn and as much as she wants to make you happy her ego can’t take admitting that she was wrong

So you'll stay stuck here in a tug-of-war over your pliant body until these two can learn how to make up in a way that doesn't involve fucking your lights out

"Maybe I'd think about giving in if I could have my turn with you pretty girl, how does that sound?"

Caitlyn's intentions are far from pure giving Vi a cheeky smile as she coddles you with faux sympathy

"No no, you don't" Vi hoists you up flat against her chest possesively "Just mad you didn't get to her first aren't you Cait? Too late for that shit now you'll just have to wait your turn" Vi sneers

While she may seem annoyed Caitlyn has no problem with patience if anything having Vi's sloppy seconds means you'll be even more sensitive and limp for her to use as she pleases

"I c-can't anymore please gonna cum-" and then there's you

With no chance of escaping until they decide you’ve had enough, it’s best to accept your role as beloved plaything and from the attitude they’ve shown so far it seems you’re in for a very long night

AN- These were my fave caitvi eras and I was sad they didn't interact more so I thought I should write something for them together, hope you enjoy! (not sure if anyone reads these anyway lol but kisses to my lovely readers 💋)

[amoressb]

───── STEALING KISSES 김선우 Y. JW

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ he just cant get enough of your strawberry chapstick ｡｡ idol!jungwon x reader .

FLUFF & wc. 900 + ; kissing, skinship, petnames ｡｡

──── ARCHiVE

yang jungwon sat in front of his desk, the soft glow of his ring light perfectly highlighting his features. his fans had been eagerly awaiting this live broadcast and as always, jungwon delivered—laughing, answering questions, and teasing snippets of upcoming music.

“let’s see…’what’s your favorite thing about performing?’ hmm, probably the energy from you guys,” he said with a smile, leaning closer to the camera. “nothing beats hearing you sing along.”

the chat was flooded with love for his answer, but just as he was about to tease another song, the door to his room opened softly.

he glanced up mid-sentence and his words faltered. standing in the doorway was you, his girlfriend, dressed in his oversized hoodie that nearly swallowed you whole. your hair was slightly messy, your face fresh and soft, and your lips curved into a shy smile as your eyes met.

jungwon smiled back, his gaze softening. “uh, hold on a second, guys,” he said to the live audience, waving a hand at the camera before standing up.

the chat erupted in confusion :

“who’s there??”

“what’s happening?”

“was that his manager?”

jungwon didn’t respond, already walking away from the desk. he approached you with a small, fond smile. “hey,” he said softly. “didn’t think you’d wake up so soon.”

“i didn’t mean to interrupt,” you said, your voice just above a whisper, your fingers nervously playing with the hem of his hoodie. “i was just heading to the kitchen…”

“you’re not interrupting baby,” he assured you, pulling you gently into his arms. his lips found yours in a quick, light kiss, a reflex more than anything, but the moment he pulled back, he hesitated, his brows furrowing slightly.

“wait, what is that?” he asked, leaning closer. “what’s what?” you asked, confused.

“that taste…” he kissed you again, slower this time, savoring the soft, fruity flavor lingering on your lips. “strawberry? is that your chapstick?” you giggled, your cheeks flushing. “yeah, it is…why?”

“i like it,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss you once more.

“you’re live, wonnie,” you reminded him between kisses, laughing softly as you gently pushed at his chest. “i know, but…” he pouted, his voice dipping into a playful whine. “you taste so good.”

“stop,” you teased, though your laughter only encouraged him. “seriously, go back to your fans before they riot.”

“i don’t want to,” he admitted with a grin, holding you closer. “i’d rather stay here with you.”

you cupped his face in your hands, pressing one last kiss to his lips before stepping back. “go,” you said firmly, though your tone was light. “you’re going to get in trouble if you keep disappearing.”

he sighed dramatically, leaning in for one last kiss before heading back to his desk. “okay okay, but i’m coming back later.”

when he sat down, the chat was in chaos:

“WHERE DID YOU GO??”

“you look too happy right now 👀”

“HE’S BLUSHING! WHAT’S GOING ON?!”

he laughed, scratching the back of his neck, “alright, alright,” he admitted. “someone special is here, and…i got a little distracted, but it’s her fault tho…her chapsticks amazing.”

the chat erupted with laughter, teasing, and endless questions but jungwon just smiled, brushing it off. “let’s move on, okay?”

minutes passed but he couldn’t stop thinking about you. the way you tasted, the soft giggle that echoed in his ears, it was driving him insane.

“actually, hold on one more second,” he said abruptly, dashing out of frame again.

this time, you were in the living room, scrolling through your phone. when you saw him approach, you raised an eyebrow. “wonn,” you said pointedly, though you couldn’t hide your amused smile. “you’re live.”

“i know,” he replied, pulling you into his arms once more. “but i couldn’t stay away.”

“you’re impossible,” you said, laughing as he kissed you again. “and you’re delicious,” he countered with a grin.

“go back before your fans start a petition to find out what’s going on,” you teased, poking his chest. “they already know,” he admitted with a chuckle. “well kind of…i told them it’s your chapstick’s fault.” you rolled your eyes but kissed him again, soft and lingering. “go jungwon. now.”

“fineeee,” he sighed dramatically, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before heading back to his desk.

after another hour, he finishes the live and says goodbye to his fans, jungwon closed his laptop and turned off the ring light. as he got up, he found you still sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone. he walked over and flopped down beside you, resting his head on your lap.

“how’d it go?” you asked, running your fingers through his hair. “pretty sure i just gave the fans their biggest mystery of the year,” he joked, looking up at you with a grin.

you laughed softly, “you’re terrible at hiding things, you know.”

“maybe,” he said, sitting up slightly. “but i don’t think i want to hide you anymore.” your breath caught at his words, your cheeks flushing. “wait…you mean that?”

jungwon nodded, his expression sincere. “i’m not saying we need to make it public right now, but…i don’t want to pretend you’re not the best part of my day.” your heart melted at his words and you leaned in, kissing him softly. “you’re the best part of my day, too.”

he smiled against your lips, his hand cupping your cheek. “good. now, do we have any more of that chapstick? i think i’m actually addicted.”

you laughed, playfully smacking his arm. “you’re ridiculous.”

“ridiculously in love with youuu,” he countered, pulling you in for another kiss.

this time, there were no interruptions, no excuses, just the two of you, stealing kisses in the quiet comfort of your shared apartment.

⋆｡°✩ @miukidoll @liwinly @sugarikiz @hyukabean

[norikuna]

GOOD TO ME ☓ ── ( 両面宿儺 , ryomen sukuna ) mdni.

⌗ sukuna really hates boring council meetings, but when you're around? he hates them a little less.

ᯓ starring ─ ﹙ 両面宿儺 : ryomen sukuna ﹚ ─ the king of curses x reader

𝓳𝓳𝓴. ㅤ﹑ ( 呪術廻戦 x afab!reader )  ─── ❛ cw ⌓. mdni. true form!kuna. heian era. wife!reader. mutual másturbation, teásing, èdging. ríding. cèrvix kissing, brèèding kínk, sukuna ADORES you. wc ⌓. 3.3k. art, clloudgarden.

𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 ( author says ) there's cousin greg everywhere for those who have the eyes to see

"and, if it is to be said, my lord, so it be, so it is –"

oh, for fuck's sake, sukuna should have known it would have been another useless, dull meeting. the absolute waste of time that left him nostalgic for sticking his head in a fiery kiln, if only to save him from the droning voice of some pathetic subordinate rambling about territorial disputes between lower-grade curses, as if he gave a damn.

these insects, squabbling over scraps, too weak to take what they wanted, too spineless to act without crawling to him for approval. the king of curses can only exhale through his nose, chin propped up on a curled first as he taps fingers against the fine table. patience thinning by the second, maybe he'd kill one of these lowlifes for sport, just to keep things interesting.

"...and so, my lord, we would ask your decision on the matter."

ah, right. this fuckass council couldn't do a damn thing for themselves, can they? two pairs of russet eyes level at the insignificant wretch standing before him, frail-lookin' and wringing his wiry hands like a meek rodent.

"what would you like me to say, hmm?"

the miscreant hesitates, "the...the western border dispute, my lord," he stammers, "do we intervene? or should we let the lesser curses resolve it among themselves? o-only as you see fit, of course."

there must be a thousand other things running through the king of curses's mind at the moment. he's feeling rather peckish, for starters, for it seems the whole, marinated boar that he ravaged through to break his fast was not quite enough to be satiating.

ah, sukuna wonders, there's also that harvest festival looming up, for the cowardly emperor's timid footman did indeed deliver an invitation — lined with gold leaf. and tch', he still needs to replace the bowstring in his yumi, perhaps he would be more inclined to use animal sinew for a more sturdy yield.

all these items of agenda faintly float around in the demon's mind, until he's blinking, remembering the pathetic rogue still shuffling in front of him. sukuna decides to play it safe, falling back to his default answer and favourite philosophy.

"kill them."

"ah, w-who, my lord?"

sukuna sighs, feeling a vague itch on the back of his neck, "all of them. the weaklings who came crying for help. the ones causing the problem. heh, just take out anyone standing within five feet of them while yer' at it," he's waving a large hand dismissively, "if they can't handle their own affairs, i don't wanna' hear about it."

"that doesn't sound very wise now, does it?"

sukuna feels his thick jaw tick, and he needs not even turn his head to see the source of dissent, for he knows your voice, your presence better than he knows himself. he can hear the quiet rhythm of your steps, carrying you behind him, and then towards his side, towards your rightful place.

"the hell are you doing here?" sukuna's tongue clicking behind his teeth, taking in that intoxicating scent of incense and clean silk, and the fresh peaches that you so loved to split open with bare hands when the fruit was in season.

"you said i could sit in your council today," you murmur, sidling closer to his large frame that looms against his grandiose seat of bone and wood.

huh, sukuna does remember making some vague promise like that, some invitation extended towards you, his (mostly) beloved wife — to allow you to sit in on these tedious council meetings. damn shame, how he can't help but make promises in the golden haze of post-coital glow, and how he's obligated to fulfil them later on. whatever, focus.

but it seems that you're already a step ahead of him, smiling at the skittish scoundrel who most certainly does not deserve the privilege of that beauty, "so, what was the matter at hand?"

the wretch seems almost relieved to be conversing with you, rather than the idle terror of the king of curses, and he's shifting on the polished, marble floor, "well, my lady, it was the w-western borders you see. crops had been razed to the ground and —"

now call him a weak-minded fool (or don't, if you sensibly value your life) but sukuna does not even hear nor register the rest of the louse's words.

clawed fingers twitching, shoulders rippling at the sudden sensation of you drawing faint circles over his broad thighs. granted, there is a layer of thick, woven silk between your grazing nails and his flesh, but the sensation of your touch — even through his ivory martial pants, makes sukuna's ears ring.

what sort of game do you think you're playing?

but you're not even looking at him, "now, that is most unfortunate. i assume imperial troops have not been able to intervene?" not even batting your lashes once towards sukuna's flushing face, when your hand is drifting to low centre of his chiselled abdomen, further down so your dizzying touch finds home on his clothed groin.

sukuna only watches with a honed, terrible interest as you shift slightly and the movement parts the fine-lined edges of your robe. the sight sending tendrils of searing flames down his spine, for fuck, if he didn't know any better, you're entirely bare underneath the thin silk of your summer yukata.

and sukuna wagers, he swears, that a single claw tugging at the flimsy fabric would unravel the robes so deliciously before him, delighting him with his favourite vision in the entire world. mouth watering, fangs slipping past the corners of his red lips at the thought of laving pleasurable bruises over your chest, and lower.

fuck all this, border disputes over crops, maggots with their problems, imperial soldiers.

"out." patience snapping like brittle bone, fingers flexed against the edges of his seat at the head of the council. a subtle motion, one that sends every pathetic soul in the room scrambling to their feet. no second chances, no hesitations at his orders for they knew better.

how satisfying then, when the massive chamber doors groan open. the rustle of fabric, the hurried shuffle of sandals, all of them scurrying out like rats. not daring to look back. all except you.

still seated beside him, still watching him. as though you knew exactly what sort of effect your little stunt would have on him. he needs not even look to sense that insufferable curve of your shapely lips, the faint glint of amusement in your eyes.

and sukuna heaves heady air through his lungs, forcing indifferent into every inch of his body — not quite willing to indulge you yet. pretending like the heat licking at his veins wasn't due to you, like his pulse did not thicken, darken and quicken the very moment you walked in. as though there's not hot blood rushing through his stiff cocks at this very moment.

"why the temper today?" you tease, tone as light as a blossom in the spring, "i thought y'were tired, all these dull meetings, my love, they must be getting to you."

"tsk', don't got any attitude, woman." but your hands are on him again, gripping thick, dual shafts that are still draped in silk. and sukuna does his best not to rumble, to purr when the delicious friction of your gliding hands sets him alight, "now, what is it that my queen wants?"

you're tilting your head, giving him those distracting hazy eyes that makes his groin tense, as though your stroking fingers aren't enough to make his wide hips buck, "what exactly do you think i want, 'kuna?"

not lord sukuna, not any other simpering title that the others threw his way. just his name falling from your sweet lips, and it's enough to allow a silent snarl curl at the edges of his lips, because right now? sukuna wasn't thinking about his estate, nor any other ambition save for you. and how easily he could wipe that smug look off your face. how easily he could pleasure you so that your cheeks would flush, and your jaw would drop slack in beautiful squeals of his name, pleas for more.

dark-stained nails shooting out, yanking at your waist. sukuna revels in the sharp gasp that leaves your lips as he yanks you forward, gripping at your flesh and pulling you onto his lap in one fluid motion. no hesitation, no warning and no mercy for sukuna either, it seems. for your robes part and sukuna has to bite back a low, rumbling groan at the feeling of your bare cunt against his thigh. minx.

he has no doubt that you can feel his pulse beat up against you, heavy and thrumming. like war drums beneath his skin but he cares not, for you have only ever been the sole being alive that could undo him like this. aw, cute, how your eyes widen at the sight of his second mouth curling into a sharp, lazy grin.

"well," sukuna presses his lips to the juncture of your neck, amusement laced with something more lustful, "you have my full attention now, don't you? heh, i mean this is what ya' wanted, wasn't it?"

and sukuna, for all his idle threats and vague promises of suffering, cannot help himself. already leaning in, with heat, pressure and teeth. crimson mouth slanted over yours, crushing and demanding, no patience nor hesitation. just hunger.

your soft moan is swallowed by him, for he's greedy, gluttonous for the sight, the sound and the feel of you, and he drinks it all in. devouring the way that you melt against the broad planes of his chest, rocking your hips gently against the stiff tips of his aching cocks that prick through the silk.

blush-pink lashes flickering against creamy, roughened skin, savouring the way you respond. the way your hands slide up, grasping at his shoulders, his jaw, anywhere on your husband that you can touch.

there's a sharp growl lingering in sukuna's bobbing throat, deep and pleased, because this what what he had been waiting for. for you to realise that there was only ever one way that teasing the king of curses could end. and it was right here, with you splayed out for him, in his grasp.

and of course, he knows exactly what you're trying to achieve like this — chasing a sweet and easy relief against his hips. the damp wetness between your thighs crying out for any friction that made your own hips stutter but sukuna's having none of that. gripping at your waist with enough force that leaves you frozen, unable to buck yourself up against him.

"ah, 'kuna," you're whining so beautifully, sukuna has to steel his resolve, "was s-so close." huffing, pouting at your lack of trembling release as sukuna presses a gentle kiss to your jaw.

"ya' really thought i was gonna' let you have it that easy?" sukuna laughs, a deep and wicked chuckle thick with satisfaction, "mmh, i have a better idea, hah."

a broad, wide hand splays itself against your lower abdomen. arching your spine just so, pushing you slightly back so sukuna can drag his hungry gaze to the shimmering, swollen folds that he aches for. already creating such a filthy mess over his lap as he ghosts the very tips of his nails around your mound, "did ya' come in here drippin' just for me, wife? wanted to interrupt all my kingly duties?"

feisty thing you are, for you don't dignify him with a verbal answer. already reaching past the woven band of his martial pants, dipping into his trousers to wrap your sweet hands around his hard cocks. sukuna hisses, doing his best to not just spill translucent seed right then and there. bucking his hips back, slapping your hands away, "you don't get to touch."

and oh, how he loves the frown marring at your kiss-stung pout, the adorable jut of your lower lip scowling at being deprived at the chance of feeling the king of curses unravel under your touch.

"c'mon, wife, how about somethin' better?" sukuna smiles, though it is not a smile that offers reprieve, as he gently presses a soft kiss to your wrist, guiding your hand to your own core, "show me jus' how badly you wanted me."

your whines are delicious, the music of creation to his ears, as you bristle and grumble. rolling your eyes skywards, but eager to chase your own pleasure nevertheless. sukuna watches with greedy eyes, taking in at how you dip two fingers right over your glistening cunt, gently brushing them against your clit so you shiver in his lap.

sukuna is watching you, concentric-ringed eyes fixed on you with the quiet intensity of a god surveying his offerings. but it's clear that you don't have it in you to become self-conscious, already mewling at your own touch. deliciously swabbing the pads of your fingers through your soaking heat, rocking sharper against the numbing pleasure of your own motions.

he's hissing, realising that he may need to take, heh, matters into his own hands as well. matters being the thick, dual shafts that stiffly spring into the air, demanding his attention. angry pink-bulbed tips that leak small spurts of pre already, and sukuna grips at the uppermost cock, fisting a thick hand over his length. keeping his eyes fixed on how your fingers draw gentle circles over your clit (well, of course, he already knew just how you liked it, you're his wife, after all).

"g-good?" there must be a faint cherry flush painting the back of sukuna's neck, doing his very best to pretend he's not stuttering and stammering over his words. but his breath hitches, low and guttural, more growl than a gasp. like a beast caught between restraint and desire.

he's not even sure where the filthy, glorious sounds are coming from. the sopping pap! pap! pap! of skin against skin, of sukuna's thick, muscled fist tugging at his cock, or the slick slide of your fingers in your cunt, teasing at your entrance and your inner walls.

"s-so good, 'kuna," you're sighing, and sukuna loves you all the more for how you blush, jaw falling in honeyed whispers of his name, eyes hazy with the pleasure that is so close to you now, panting over and over.

and because, naturally, sukuna is a greedy and lecherous individual for his wife only, he keeps his lower set of eyes trained on how you're dipping the very tips of your fingers into your cunt, stretching the pad of your thumb up to flick and tug at your clit. a mimicry of what he bestows upon you, and he can see that you're truly that close to a finishing release. eyes droopy and lovesick as you rut at a sharp, staccato pace against him.

close, closer and right on the very edge when sukuna realises that he is a starved man (no, a starved curse? uh, not quite. these are all just semantics) and he's about to —

you're sputtering, tears springing to the very corners of your angelic eyes. crystalline lashes pooling on the very edges of your angry, reddened gaze, "i was so close, what the fuck!"

sukuna nips at your lips, drinking in your huffs and sighs, pulling your hand away from your sodden cunt, "must i ask my wife's forgiveness?" low and husky, rock-salt rasp as he jostles your hips in his powerful hold.

"now, how 'bout i keep ya' hands busy with this?" and he gently guides your slick-stranded hand to his upper cock, shuddering at the pressure of your fingertips against his aching, painful shaft. laving at your collarbone as he pulls you right over the lower shaft, brushing your swollen pussy folds over the cock, soaking him in your sweet, sweet arousal.

"hah, s-stop teasing," you grouse, already beginning a steady and pumping pace with your hands once more that makes sukuna's iron-willed concentration waver. fuck, you're too good at that, despite being barely able to wrap your hand around the sheer girth of the demon's cock.

sukuna does decide to take some small pity on you (see! he's generous!) by pressing soothing circles to your clit, easing you up, "big stretch, hah. jus' take a deep breath for me, wife." slowly lowering you down on his cock, already swabbing turgid veins against your innermost walls, and truthfully? losing his fucking mind at how the feeling your pussy wrapped around him shatters whatever dignity he had left.

"f-fuck me," sukuna breathes, "ohh, 's the sweetest thing in the world." already determined to kiss his weeping tip against your sweet spot as soon as he finds it, already swivelling your hips against the faint curl of pink hairs on his groin. determined to hit that roughened patch of heightened sensitivity.

and because sukuna does have a reputation to keep up, he would not ever admit this to another living soul, lest he be left with little choice but to flay that poor soul alive. but it's barely been half a minute of sukuna's cock being sucked in by your cunt, and he feels as though he may already burst.

it certainly doesn't help that your mouth is pressing sharp kisses to his pectorals, right over the darkened tattoos that brand his chest and the way that your hand is pumping his upper cock, the tip weakly spurting and so close to release.

pleasurable slap! after slap! of his mushroom-tip against your cervix, pressing as deep as he can, as sukuna slowly lifts your hips up and down his shaft. he loves you, he really does adore you and he fears that he may genuinely have to verbalise this sentiment more often, because he feels as though his ragged, dark heart may burst at the sight of you so ethereal, glistening in his hold.

if he were a less jealous, selfish husband, he may have commissioned the court sculptor to get in here, to capture your writhing form and prop it up in the temple for all lesser beings to leave offerings and candles at your image.

but this sight? it's for sukuna to worship alone, to capture in his memory, the image of you gasping and panting for sweet, candied breath, with your cunt drooling in his lap and spitting down his shaft.

"m-more, more, 'kuna," you sweetly murmur, with the edges of your robes slipping off your shoulder so sukuna can nip his fangs into the sweet flesh.

but the king of curses can only smile, a genuine grin that never bodes well for your endurance, splaying five fingers against the thick, bulging tip that presses against your abdomen, "more? better h-hold on, wife, then. 'cause, this?" he prods at the thick tip that is just visible through your womb, "this is where 'm gonna be, maybe give this wretched place an heir? what'dya say?"

having his wife's slippery cunt tacking against his groin, slapping all so nasty and sticky — all while scheming for an heir to finally bring down that wretched emperor in heian-kyō? to see you glowing and round with his child? sukuna's a multitasker, what can he say?

[madamechrissy]

♔Silent Serenades- an arranged marriage with Duke Gojo♔ Final part Preview! - don't read if you haven't read part Fifteen

Pairings Duke Gojo x Duchess Reader Warnings- teasing, literally lactation kink hehe, Satoru won't stop getting reader pregnant, nipple sucking, fingering. Will be out by this weekend!

I can't believeee this will be the end of this one omg!!!

Five Years Later

“God, look at them.” Satoru’s murmuring, as you all are hiding in the foyer, and he’s got your pretty breasts out, squishing them and exhaling as they’re dripping milk making you squeak.

“Toru! Here!?” You all are literally in the middle of a masquerade, his mother has two of your children entertained, while your Nan has your youngest baby in the nursery, just a few months old.

Satoru’s silver mask is brushing against your breasts as his tongue laps at the milky liquid, moaning as he drags you close against him. “So sweet my god, you know how much I love this.”

“W-wait till… later… mnh!” Your eyes roll back in your own little glittery silver mask, as he suckles a sore nipple in his mouth, humming as the sweetness rolls into his mouth, and you feel desire shoot through you. In the background you hear the laughter, the music, but it’s drowned by your heart racing.

“Just a little drink, Princess. You’d be so cruel?” He pouts at you with his pretty pink lips, you sigh, arching your back and garnering his grin.

“This is how I keep getting with child, will you not give me a break!?” He chuckles, shaking his head and sucking your other nipple now, you’re biting at your lower lip, so wet you can’t stand it, how ready you are for him.

“Not my fault you’re so sexy round with me, and your tits are even fucking nicer, god.” He’s sucking at your other breast now, lips latching your nipple, your thigh on his hip as he drags you against his hard body. He’s sucking down more milk, which makes you go insane, hands trembling as you cling to broad shoulders.

“You’re making me too wet, s-stop…” He’s chuckling, slipping up layers and layers of your skirts, fingers finding your clit in little circles, you’re soaking his fingers, breaths mingling together.

“Slutty mommy hmm?”

“Oh stop! Mommy!? You’re r-ridiculous.” Satoru’s chuckling now, kissing down your collarbone, biting it, right under the cool metal of your jeweled necklace, you yank at his hair, earning his glare, blue eyes bright and piercing.

“You’re interrupting my meal, Duchess.”

“Duke, you’re being a whore.”

“You love it.” He slips two fingers in, feeling you clench them now, soaking the long, slender digits and moaning. “Feel her, god she’s so perfect still.”

“We can’t do this right here!”

“Why not, let me fuck you in your pretty mask.” You glare right back up at him, when you hear footsteps, he’s just chuckling, pulling you quickly and turning you both, adjusting your top and sucking you right off his fingers. Lewd and obscene.

“You really have to do this to me?” You whisper, he knows what that damn action does to an already addled brain, he bends down and kisses your lips, as passersby see you both, awwing at the loving couple you two make, not the insanity he was pursuing a moment ago.

“Poor duchess, are they leaking now?”

“You know they are!” You hiss at him, only for him to chuckle, leading you both back out to the floor as you try to compose yourself.

“What’s the point of being a Duke if I can’t fuck my wife everywhere I want to, in my own Manor at that.” He mutters quietly, earning a smack on the shoulder, while you both glide back in and smile at everyone.

“You can do so, later, also the kids-”

“They need another sibling.”

Ahhh can't believe I'm ending this 150k plus monster of a story soon. I fell in love with my slutty Duke and bratty Duchess, not even gonna lie lol. I hope you all will enjoy when it's out <3

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[sexlapis]

☁︎ sleepy head 💤

── .✦ nanami x gn!reader

one shot. sfw. fluff. bedtime stories. the gruffalo <3 (my favourite childhood book), cg/l kind of but it doesn’t have to be read that way. stuffies. petnames.

⤷ you ask nanami to read you a bedtime story. he complies of course.

a/n: i’m sleepy and i want nanami to put me to bed. also you don’t have to imagine it as cg/l if you don’t want to ofc <3

masterlists

*

You’re on your knees browsing through the bookshelf that stands in you and Nanami’s shared room. You scan through then, searching through your favourite childhood books.

“Have you found it yet?” Nanami asks, buttoning up his night shirt.

“Uh-hm.” You hum a negative. “Ugh, where’d did I put it…?”

“What did I tell you about putting things back where—“”

“Oh! Here it is!”

You find the book, ‘The Gruffalo’ tucked at the very back of the bookshelf, almost completely hidden from view if you didn’t look hard enough.

“Alright then.” Nanami said, swallowing down a yawn. “Come here, angel.”

You dash over to the king-sized bed, book in hand, tumbling onto the bed and promptly bouncing worryingly high.

Nanami fumbles around briefly. He lets out an amused huff. “One day you’re going to twist your ankle doing that.”

“Don’t put that in the air.” You scold.

Smiling softly, he takes the book from your hand and lifts his arm, prompting you to snuggle up close to him. You rest your head on his chest, feeling a rush of affection go through you. You felt so safe and protected in his embrace. Such feelings almost overwhelmed you sometimes.

When you are both in a comfortable position, he opens the book. He rests it in between the both of you.

Before he speaks, you ask, “Oh! Can you do the voices too? Please?”

He sighs, looking down at you with fake exasperation. “Well, it wouldn’t be the same without them, would it?”

You shake your head and he shakes his head back at you, pecking you on the nose causing you to giggle.

“Read it, Kenny!”

Nanami gets to reading.

You can’t help but smile. Nanami reads so well. The low, soft timber of his voice is pleasant, like hot coco running down your throat, the smell of coffee being brewed in the morning, the rich, strong wood of a mahogany table in an antique store. It rumbles within your body like the gentlest earthquake there ever was.

And yes, his voices are perfect. He elongates his vowels and his voice takes on a sinister edge when speaking as the fox; uses a meek, high-pitched tone when he is the little mouse; an overly sophisticated one, using unnecessarily long words with his imitation the owl; puts emphasis on the letter ‘s’ when he voices the snake, making you laugh loudly into the relative quietness of the room.

“SsWhereSs AreSs Ssyou goingSs Ssto, littleSs brown Ssmouse?” He reads.

Nanami puts on a scary, deep grumble of a voice when he imitates the gruffalo, and you’re almost embarrassed to be a little bit scared of the gruffalo, just like you were when you were a kid. You nuzzle your face into Nanami’s chest.

“Too scary? He whispers.

You smile, suddenly shy. “Only a little.”

“I’m sorry.” He apologises with a kiss to your temple. “I’ll make it better.”

Nanami proceeds with a lighter tone, going above and beyond to make you cackle, adding his own comments just to see the way your eyes crinkle and sparkle with delight.

You eyes begin to falter towards the end of the book. It wasn’t even that long - you suppose you didn’t realise how tired you really were.

“All was quiet in the deep dark wood. The mouse found a nut and the nut was good.”

As Nanami finishes, he realises you are near fast asleep, eyes lidded and droopy.

He closes the book and puts it down on the bedside table. “It’s past someone’s bedtime, huh?”

“Hmm.” You hum. “Say goodnight to teddy.”

“Oh, right. How could I forget.”

Nanami leans over your body and kisses the top of the plushies head. “Goodnight, Mr Teddy.”

You smile, pleased and your heart warms with immense affection.

Nanami kisses your head, too. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“G’night, Kenny…” You slur.

Before you notice, you’re drifting off into a mindless, heavy sleep, curled up in the arms of your lover, with the largest grin plastered across your face.

*

a/n: if you haven’t read the gruffalo then you should <3

[mannythemunchkin]

ANOTHER HERMES DRABBLE

🔞18+ MDNI🔞

TAGS: teasing, light praise kink, handjob, whining and whimpering Hermes, power bottom(I think?), AFAB!Reader, fem!Reader x Hermes, porn without plot, no beta we die like the crew, overstimulation, begging and pleading, Hermes is whipped.

WORD COUNT: 919

A/N: These demons need to be vanquished, and that can only be done by writing them down. Have some more Hermes filth, lovelies.

ART BY XIMENA NATZEL

“Darling, please...” Hermes whined needily. You were straddling his lap, your fingers threading through his mussed hair, occasionally scratching his scalp lightly, while trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses and gentle love bites all over his collarbone, neck and shoulders. You had been teasing him for almost an hour, your lips and hands never touching where he needed them the most. You wouldn't even deign him a kiss. You had him squirming and writhing beneath you on your couch. Hermes, God of oh so many things, messenger of the Greek Gods, was putty in your hands. A soft hum sounded from you as you slid a hand down to his chest, and you felt the God tense underneath your feather-light touch as you began tracing idle patterns on his pecs and sternum.

“Please… what, baby?” You muttered against the column of his neck. You grabbed the hair at his neck and tugged his head back slightly, earning a breathless moan from him. Hermes eagerly tilted his head back at your tug, desperate for more of your ministrations. He had his hands behind his back, not tied up or anything, just tugged back there between himself and the couch, at your request, and who was he to not give what his lover wanted. It was taking every ounce of restraint and strength in him to not just grab you and pound you into the couch, but you had asked if you could take control for a bit, and oh, was he absolutely loving it. His entire body felt like it was charged with electricity, every little touch you did made his over-sensitized nerves go haywire, sending so many shivers and shudders through him he was practically vibrating.

As Hermes opened his mouth to response, to plead for you to touch him where he wanted, no, needed you the most, you leaned on close and took his lower lip between your teeth, and all that left him was a high pitched whine as he chased your mouth when you leaned back once more. “Please, I need more. I'm aching, darling…” his voice was strained and breathless. You had him pleading, begging, for more. For anything that'd relieve the almost painful ache between his legs. He looked up at you with big, pleasure hazed eyes, his silvery irises almost glowing with raw need and desire. A sweet, wicked smile curved your lips, and you cooed in a slight mocking tone as your hand on his chest began roaming his toned torso, your fingertips brushing ever-so-lightly over his nipples. Hermes sucked in a breath, and for the first time since you began, his hips involuntarily bucked up against your core, eliciting a quiet moan from you and a gravelly groan from himself.

You tutted disapprovingly, tightening your grip in his hair to yank his head back further. The hand you had on his chest moved downwards, your nails scraping lightly over his toned chest and abs before your fingertips teasingly traced the hem of his underwear. “You want it down here? Want me to touch you, give you what you need?” Hermes let out a noise that sounded like a mix of a whimper and a groan, and he nodded eagerly. “Please.”

“Hmm… I guess I'll reward you. You've been so good the whole time. Such a good boy~” You praised him, and your words were rewarded with a string of small whines and whimpers as he kept nodding, his brain short-circuiting from even the slightest of praise. He bucked his hips again, this time deliberately, and he sent you a pleading look. Hermes looked absolutely ravished. His cheeks, neck and chest were all flushed a dark pink, his lips parted while his breath came out in ragged pants, and his eyes were glazed over. You swallowed, and gave him a small nod before shimmying slightly back on his lap to give yourself room to work. You threaded your fingers through his hair, the gesture gentle and sweet, while your other hand tugged his underwear down, freeing his twitching cock from its confines.

You directed your eyes to his cock, your nimble fingers wrapping around it before giving him a trying stroke. The moan that escaped Hermes at the simple flick of your wrist was the most erotic sound you had ever heard, and it was music to your ears. You stroked him again, this time pressing the pad of your thumb down on the slit, smearing the hefty amount of precum that had been leaking out all over the blunt tip, and Hermes let out what sounded like a string of curses in ancient Greek. His cock twitched in your hand, and you raised an eyebrow, a small grin tugging at your lips, and you began stroking him faster and harder. It took all but five or six strokes before a desperate cry rumbled in Hermes’ chest, and he came all over his stomach and your hand, but you didn't stop. Your hand moved at a slightly slower pace, but you kept stroking him, and you had him shuddering beneath your ministrations as pulses of hot cum shot out of his twitching cock.

You were just about to let go of him, when suddenly your world turned around, and you found yourself with your face pressed into the couch cushions and your ass in the air. Hermes positioned himself behind you, and he leaned down, covering your body with his much bigger one, and he groaned quietly next to your ear.

“My turn, darling~”

[mandiemegatron]

@doffyslittledove i HAD to write this out, it wouldn't leave me alone 🥺🥺💖💖 hope you enjoyyyyy ilysmmm 💖💖💖💖

"Couldn't stay awake, little dove?"

You stir from your place on the couch, pulling yourself from the soft, pink feathered coat belonging to your lover. He'd left it on his office couch while attending a meeting a few doors down, and you'd immediately curled into it when you noticed he wasn't around.

You hadn't meant to fall asleep, trying to stay awake by counting the sparkling quartz pieces on the ceiling but the scent of your taller lover surrounding you with the added warmth from his coat lulled you into a soft snooze.

Grinning lovingly up at Doflamingo, nuzzling into his palm as he cupped your cheek, you tiredly murmured, "I didn't mean to, I was waiting for you..."

Doflamingo hums gently, crouching down so you were face to face with those pink tinted glasses you absolutely adored. You immediately bring your own hands up and held his own cheeks in your warmed palms, cradling his strong jaw and letting your fingertips run over his lips. He gave a whisper of a chuckle, pressing near non-existent kisses to your fingers before moving in to capture your lips with his.

"Meetings are boring," he grumbled against your mouth before pulling back and standing to his full height. He picked you and his coat up and took your spot, groaning contentedly as he sunk into the thick, plush pillows and cradled you to him with an added, "Did you eat, treasure?"

You shook your head and yawned, curling back into the feathers and now your lovers chest, idly letting one hand lay on his bare skin to trace randomly over his pecs and torso. Your cheek smooshed against him right over his heart, feeling the heavy thump of the organ under his flesh prison, knowing it beat for you and his kingdom.

"Wanted to eat with you," came your sleepy reply, though you were less hungry for food and more hungry for his attention. You nearly gave a pleased purr as one of his hands dug around the feathers to find your naked thigh, giving it a possessive squeeze as you felt him press a kiss to the top of your head.

"Then I'll call up the chef to bring us something. What does my sweet dove wish for, hmm? Steak? Sushi? Perhaps some lobster?"

When there was no reply from you, Doflamingo gave your thigh another squeeze but all he got in reply was a deep breath and a sigh, knowing you'd returned to dreamland without him.

He smirked to himself, letting his head fall back into the soft cushions as his eyes met the quartz covered ceiling. With a yawn of his own, he let his eyes slide shut behind his shades, telling himself he'd just rest his eyes a moment, but within a few minutes, his breathing fell deep as his subconscious slowly but surely met yours in your sacred meeting space.

Even in sleep, you were his, and he was yours.

[spencers-bbygirl]

Spencer’s Bunny💜🐇

18+ Only! MDNI & NO BLANK BLOGS. MUST HAVE YOUR AGE IN BIO OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!

Genre: Smut

Includes: Dirty talk, soft dom Spencer, pet names, slight daddy kink, praise, oral, unprotected sex (always wear protection guys).Etc…lmk if I forgot anything.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

WC:2,036

Warning!: If you’re not comfortable with the pet name bunny then I suggest to not read this

Spencer and you are relaxing on the couch, watching a movie, with his arm wrapped around your shoulders. As the movie plays in the background, Spencer starts to whisper silly nicknames in your ear, making you giggle. "You're so cute," he murmurs. "You're my little princess." But then, he says something that makes your heart skip a beat. "You're my bunny”.

You pause the movie and turn to face him, your eyes searching his. "Your bunny?" you repeat softly. Spencer grins mischievously and nods. "Yeah, you're my cute little bunny." You blush at the nickname, feeling a warmth spread through your body. "I... I kind of like that name," you admit shyly. Spencer pulls you closer, his hands resting on your hips.

His hands then begin to roam over your body, gently squeezing and caressing. "My sweet little bunny," he murmurs, his voice lowering to a husky whisper. You squirm in his lap, the way he says it, sending shivers down your spine and igniting a warmth between your thighs. Spencer's hands continue to explore your curves, his touch growing more confident and possessive. He can tell that the pet name is having an effect on you. His touch becomes bolder, his hands sliding under your shirt to caress your bare skin. "You like that, don't you, bunny?" he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "You like when I call you that”.

You nod, unable to speak as he continues to touch and tease you. Spencer smiles to himself, pleased with the reaction he's gotten. He leans in to press a gentle kiss to your neck, his lips lingering on your sensitive skin. "I think I'll call you bunny a lot more often then”.

His words, combined with his touch, are driving you wild. You tilt your head to give him better access to your neck, whimpering softly as he kisses and bites along your collarbone. "Spencer..." you breathe, your voice barely a whisper. He chuckles darkly, his hands tightening on your hips. "What is it, bunny? Do you need something?" He continues to pepper kisses along your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin. You nod, unable to form coherent words. Spencer smiles, his hands moving to pull up your shirt. "Then let me hear it”. You manage to gasp out, "P-please..." His eyes light up at your plea, and he pulls your shirt up, revealing your bra. He buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. "Please what, bunny? Tell me what you need”.

"Touch me, Spencer" you gasp out as he unhooks your bra and cups your breast. He hums appreciatively, his thumb brushing against your hardened peak. "Like this?" he asks, squeezing gently. You moan, nodding, and he grins. Spencer then takes your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. His other hand continues to knead and massage your other breast. You arch into him, tangling your fingers in his hair. He suckles harder, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. He eventually switches to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. You're a mess of whimpers and moans, your body writhing under his touch. He pushes you down on the couch, his body covering yours as he continues to worship your chest.

"Spencer...more..." you plead, squirming under him. He looks up at you, his eyes glinting with mischief. "More of what, hmm? You want me to touch you lower?" He asks, his hand already moving down your stomach. Spencer slides his hand into your shorts, his fingers finding your dripping wet pussy. He rubs your clit slowly, teasing you. "Is this what you need, bunny? You need me to touch your pussy?". He asks, his voice husky with desire. You nod frantically, unable to speak.

“Then say it, bunny”. Say, “please touch my pussy, daddy”. He demands, his thumb pressing against your entrance, teasing you with the promise of entry. You can barely think, let alone speak, but you manage to gasp out, "Please...touch my pussy, daddy ." He smiles, his fingers sinking into your soaked folds. "Fuck, you're so wet, bunny," he groans, his fingers rubbing your clit in tight circles.

Your hips buck against his hand, silently begging for more. Spencer obliges, his fingers pumping in and out of you, his thumb rubbing firm circles on your swollen nub. "You like that, bunny? You like it when daddy touches you?" He whispers into your ear. You whimper, burying your face in his neck. The pet name and the filthy words push you closer to the edge. Spencer can feel you tensing around his fingers. "That's it, bunny. Come for daddy. Show me how much you love it”.

His words send you spiraling over the edge. You throw your head back, crying out as your release crashes over you. Spencer captures your cries with his mouth, kissing you deeply. He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, drawing out your release. As the waves of your orgasm begin to subside, Spencer slowly withdraws his hand, bringing his slick fingers to his lips. Your eyes widen as you watch him taste you, his tongue darting out to savor your essence. "Delicious," he murmurs, savoring the flavor. Spencer then stands up, pulling you to your feet. "Now it's my turn, bunny," he says, his voice stern. He picks you up and carries you to his room, setting you down on the bed. He looks at you, his eyes burning with desire. "Stay there”.

Spencer begins to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving yours. He slowly reveals his chest, a smirk playing on his lips. "You like what you see, bunny?" he asks, his voice low. You nod, biting your lip as he begins to unbuckle his belt and slowly slides his pants down, revealing his thick erection straining against his boxer briefs. "Fuck, look at what you do to me," he groans, palming himself through the fabric. "Do you want to see, bunny?". You nod eagerly, your eyes wide with anticipation. Spencer hooks his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, slowly pulling them down and his hard length springs free. You can't help but stare, your eyes wide with a mix of excitement. "Come here, bunny," he says, his voice commanding.

Spencer pats the bed beside him, wanting you closer. "I want to feel those soft lips of yours wrapped around my cock, bunny. Think you can handle it?" His voice is teasing but thick with desire as he strokes himself slowly, the tip already glistening with precum. You swallow hard, slowly crawling towards him. Spencer smirks, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Good girl," he praises softly, then gently guides your face lower to him . "Open up, sweetheart." You part your lips, and Spencer guides the tip of his cock to your mouth. He lets out a low groan as he pushes inside, his length filling your mouth completely. You start to suck gently, your tongue swirling around the shaft as you look up at him with wide eyes.

"Jesus Christ, bunny..." he hisses, his fingers tangling in your hair as you take more of him in. "Just like that... fuck, you look so cute with my cock in your mouth." He begins to gently thrust, controlling the pace while being careful not to go too deep. You start to get into a rhythm, your mouth and hands working in sync as you suck and stroke him. Spencer's breathing grows heavier, his grip on your hair tightening slightly as he gets closer to the edge. "Bunny, stop... I don't want to cum in your mouth, I want to cum in that pretty pussy of yours”.

You stand up unsteadily, your legs slightly wobbly from the intense oral session. Spencer swiftly grabs you, pulling you onto his lap, sitting on the bed. He nuzzles your neck, nibbling on your ear. "I need to fuck you now, bunny”. You shudder as Spencer's words send a jolt of arousal straight to your core. With trembling hands, you reach down to position him at your entrance. Spencer's hands grip your hips tightly as he guides you down, impaling you on his thick cock inch by throbbing inch. "Fuck, yes bunny”. With one swift motion, he lifts you slightly before pulling you back down, fully sheathing himself inside you. A low moan escapes your lips as you adjust to his size. "Ride me, bunny," he whispers, his fingers digging into your hips, guiding your movements.

You begin to move, rolling your hips in a steady rhythm as you rise and fall on Spencer's cock. Each time you take him deep, a jolt of pleasure courses through you. Spencer's hands roam your body, cupping your breasts and teasing your nipples as he watches you with hooded eyes. “That's it, bunny... take my cock". Spencer suddenly leans forward, catching one of your nipples in his mouth while continuing to guide your hips. The dual sensation of him sucking and fucking you makes your breath catch. "Daddy..." you whimper, your movements becoming more frantic. He growls against your chest, nipping gently. "Faster, bunny," he pants, his voice muffled against your skin. His large hands spread your thighs wider as he lifts his hips to meet yours, slamming into you harder and deeper. "You like that? Answer me bunny..." he growls, his voice commanding.

"Yes... yes!" you cry out, your body completely overwhelmed with sensation. Spencer suddenly grabs your hair with one hand, tilting your head back as he continues to pound into you. "Such a good fucking girl," he growls, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing firms circles. His other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you even closer as he finds a deeper angle. "Look at me, bunny," he demands, his eyes locked onto yours with intense hunger. "You're taking all of me so well... You can handle it, can't you?

"Yes. Daddy, yes.." you moan, throwing your head back slightly. Spencer growls, lifting you slightly before impaling you back down. "Spread wider," he demands, helping you open your thighs more. He watches where they join, watching himself disappear inside you again and again. "God damn, bunny, that's a pretty sight," he grunts, his pace quickening. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room mixed with your moans. You can feel his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust, the pressure building to an unbearable level. "I'm going to make you cum so hard, bunny," he promises, his breath hot against your neck. Spencer, then bites down on your neck as he feels your walls starting to flutter around his cock. "That's it, bunny, cum for me," he demands, rubbing your clit more insistently. His thrusts become erratic, chasing his own release. "Fuck, I'm close too..."

"Together?" you whimper, your body tensing as the pleasure becomes too much. Spencer nods, his eyes locked onto yours. "Yes, bunny, together," he growls. With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you as you both cry out in ecstasy.

As you both come down from your highs, Spencer wraps his arms around you tightly, pulling you against his chest. He buries his face in your neck, placing gentle kisses on your heated skin. "Fuck, bunny, that was amazing," he murmurs, his voice filled with satisfaction. You melt into Spencer's embrace, your body still trembling slightly from the intensity of your shared climax. Spencer strokes your hair, his breathing gradually returning to normal.

"You took that so well, bunny," he murmurs approvingly, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. You feel a sense of contentment wash over you and he holds you close for a long moment before gently setting you aside and standing up. Spencer helps you to your feet and leads you to the bathroom, where he cleans you up and then tucks you into bed after finishing. You slowly drift off to sleep and Spencer sits beside you, watching over you with a warm smile. He brushes a strand of hair out of your face before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "I love you, bunny," he whispers, his voice filled with affection.

[wormswurld]

Omg please continue the tashi slipping art viagra then cucking him

okay! i can do that :D obvious tw for duncon regarding drugs, the perspective is off at times i think oopsies, 846 words; enjoy! 🌟

to be honest i feel like after she slips viagra into art’s drink he starts to feel off after 30 minutes or so..feeling all warm, cheeks flushed, maybe a little bit of sweat above his brow.. but god does he feel tight, feels his stomach slowly twisting into a knot, his slacks just making him overwhelmed and dizzy.. he tries to pass it off as nerves, after all tashi looks so gorgeous sitting across from him, and this is their first date in a hot minute..

“you alright baby? you seem uncomfortable?” tashi asks sickly sweet, her soft palm grasping the side of his cheek..fuck, what is wrong with him, even just the slightest touch made his stomach (and balls) tense up, this can’t just be nerves.. “y-yeah, just a little nervous, you look beautiful tonight…by the way” and tashi just smiles, evil grin disguised by her captivating gaze.. “well aren’t you the sweetest..” placing a peck on his flushed cheek, before art has time to press his cheek further onto tashi’s pursed lips there’s a knock at the door, “and by the way, pat is joining us for dinner” tashi quips as she makes her way to the door.

and if art wasn’t sweating already he sure is now because patrick looks hot, like really really hot. his hair is slightly messy, a couple of greys spiraling their way into his jet black curls, and a black button down shirt tucked into his nicely fitted blue jeans that accentuate his bulge perfectly. “hey artie, dug up this shirt for dinner tonight, you like?” patrick says smugly, giving art a small spin. oh absolutely he liked. he liked a lot. too dumbfounded to speak he just nodded his head, patrick winking at him before he sat down at the dinner table.

it’s too much now. way too much. art is starting to feel antsy, too aware of his pants and shirt clinging to his body. and tashi. oh tashi. looking as perfect as ever and she swipes the hair out of her face, leaning into patrick whenever he makes her laugh. god. the two of them have been at this for the past 30 minutes now, laughing and giving small touches here and there. art sees patrick put his hand on her leg and that’s when he has to excuse himself. he can’t take it anymore. his body is buzzing with arousal, which is rare these days, but my god do tashi and patrick have an effect on him.

slowly standing up, art catches the attention of the two. especially patrick. eyeing him up and down like a peice of meat, letting his eyes linger on the straining fabric of art’s armani dress pants. “can i be e-excused?” he feels like such an idiot, a grown man asking his wife and beat friend if he can be excused from the dinner table. but nothing can take away his table manners that have been drilled into him from so long ago at the academy.

“hmm, i don’t know pat” tashi says, face now supplying a cheshire cat grin as she faces patrick, “can our boy be excused?” hands now balled into a fist at his sides, art glances at patrick, desperation oozing from his eyes. a quiet plea. chuckling softly patrick smirks, “of course he can, he’s been good hasn’t he?” tashi now averting her gaze from patrick’s she fixes them on his neck, slowly kissing up the long space of skin, biting a couple times under his ear, earning a hearty moan from.

stuck. art is stuck. paralyzed even. as he watches tashi devour the collum of patrick’s neck. patrick’s face blissfully fucked out as tashi runs her manicured nails down his shirt. and art just wants to cry fat wet tears because this isn’t fair. neither of them are helping him, and he feels so lightheaded he might pass out. pathetically making his way over to the two art kneels. knowing his place is best at the feet of his two lovers. “fuck tash—look at him now, on his knees and e-everything” groans patrick, looking at the worked up blonde beneath him.

but tashi doesn’t stop. she just expertly unbuttons patrick’s jeans with one hand, and begins stroking his hard cock. art is nearly drooling at the sight of tashi’s pretty hands on patrick’s girthy length. each time he sees her nails graze over the course black pubic hair his brain short-circuits. slowly palming at his swollen clothed cock, art whines. he really whines, the type of whines puppies let out when they’re punished. “please! p-please just touch me…need it need bad”

and there patrick goes. “fuck— art! oh f-fuck art..” patrick moans as tashi pumps him a few more times, leaving him to cover his jeans in cum. wiping her dirty hand on patrick’s shirt, tashi fixes her gaze on art. finally. “since you’re so noisy clean him up. i have dishes to do.” and with that tashi is off. leaving a half clothed, breathless patrick, and a nauseatingly hard art on the floor.

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[vilevenom]

This idea has been sitting in my drafts forever, and I finally wrote it today because a fan animatic made me sad.

(If you wanna see an amazing animatic you should go watch it here. It has nothing to do with the fic, it's just good)

There'll be Good Times Again

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog (video games)

Pairing: Sonic/Lancelot, implied Sonic/Shadow

Summary: Everyone else thought it was just a dream, but it had all felt so real. The way Sonic's heart felt like it was going to break in two certainly was.

Sonic sighed happily as he leaned into his companions side as they sat on the grassy hilltop, closing his eyes as the soft, warm spring breeze swept through his quills. The enticing scent of freshly bloomed flowers danced around them on the wind as his companions fingers slid between his own, pulling a quiet, pleased hum from Sonic.

"My lord…"

"How many times do I gotta tell you, Lance," Sonic chuckled, sitting up to shoot the knight an amused grin, "It's just Sonic."

"Ah," Lancelot let his gaze slip away from the blue hedgehog's face, his muzzle betraying his embarrassment with a soft pink flush, "Sonic."

"Yes, Lance?"

"I just…wanted to tell you. Should anything happen-"

"Hey! It's a beautiful day, the sun is shining, birds are singing, and Camelot is rebuilding! I don't wanna hear any doom and gloom out of you, mister!"

"Sonic, please," Lancelot tightened his hold minutely on Sonic's hand, shifting his position to fully face the other hedgehog, "allow me this one moment? It will set my heart at ease to say it."

Sonic let a long, slow breath out his nose before giving a short nod, a crooked little smile on his face as he reached out to pluck a stray piece of grass from Lancelot's quills. "Fine. But only one, so you better make it good."

Lance returned the smile with a soft one of his own, bringing Sonic's hand up to press a gentle kiss to his knuckles. "A challenge I am more than willing to take on," he chuckled. He then took a deep breath, crimson meeting emerald as he began to speak. "I simply need you to know…should anything happen to tear us apart from each other, whether that be an attack on the kingdom, or the force which brought you to this world sweeping you away again, I shall forever be your most loyal knight, and I will aways love you. No matter what form I may take, in any world you may find yourself in, your soul and mine are most surely intertwined and meant to be together."

"Lance, that's-" Sonic puffed out a breath, quickly wiping at his eyes and shaking his head with a light laugh, "That's beautiful, but we both heard Merlina. She figured out how to summon me here, but she has no idea how to send me back. And! There's nothing that could attack Camelot that we can't handle. You really don't need to be so dramatic. Even if it is incredibly sweet." He lifted his free hand to cup the side of Lancelot's muzzle, smile turning soft as Lance tilted his cheek into the hold.

"Even if that may be the case," the knight sighed, turning his head to press a brief kiss to the palm of Sonic's hand, "I just wanted you to know."

"Hmm…moment well spent," Sonic chuckled, drawing Lance in close to sweep a feather light kiss over his lips, "I love you, too."

~

Sonic woke with a start, his arms and legs flailing, only serving to tangle himself further in the blankets already wrapped around him like a cocoon. He gasped as his squirming nudged him over the edge of his bed, letting out a loud yelp as he hit the floor, the tangle of blankets falling over him gently to bury him in bedding. He thrashed as footsteps approach the door, loath to allow any of the knights to find him in such an embarrassing situation as being trapped by his own blankets.

"Sonic? I heard a loud noise! Are you okay?" The bedroom door opened just as Sonic managed to free his upper body from the tangle, shooting a reassuring grin at the door, only to falter at being confronted with the decor of a bedroom he didn't think he'd see again and Tails' worried face.

"Uh…ah, yeah!" Sonic forced a laugh, waving his little brother off as he used his now free hands to pull the blankets free from his legs, "Just had a weird dream and fell off the bed! Nothing to worry about, keed!"

Tails looked skeptical, eyeing Sonic for a moment, before shrugging, obviously assessing that nothing in the room had been damaged and Sonic wasn't grievously injured in some way. "Alright. Well, Amy said she'd come by a bit later this morning, so get up soon, okay?"

"Sure, bud! No problem!"

With that Tails slipped back out of the room, closing the door with a soft click as he went. Sonic rubbed at his head, confused and off kilter as his brain tried to catch up with the fact that he was apparently back home, without any rhyme or reason. He then noticed a book that had obviously fallen when he was flailing around, pages bent at odd angles from the way it had landed on the floor. He gently picked it up, his heart giving a painful lurch in his chest as his eyes scanned over the title; 'The Once and Future King'. Had it all been nothing but a dream?

~

Sonic tilted his head as he heard footsteps approaching the spot where he sat on the grassy hillside, knees to his chest, watching the world below go idly by, fully expecting Tails or Amy. It had been a week since he'd woken up from his 'dream', and the two had been a bit overbearing the past few days, constantly checking in on him, siting his uncharacteristic melancholy mood as the source for their worry. He supposed it couldn't be helped, really. As much as he'd wanted to come home, and as much as he loved his friends and his life on Mobius, he'd just gotten used to the idea of living in Camelot for the foreseeable future. With Lancelot.

No conceivable time had passed while he'd been in Camelot, so even when he'd told his friends of his adventure they'd been skeptical of him, at best. He'd quickly laughed it off with them when he realized that as much love and support his friends would always give him, there was just no convincing them of his time spent away. He'd begun avoiding them to try and get his thoughts together, hoping that a little bit of solitude would help make the unsettled, twisting feeling in his chest go away. All it had done was afford him time to reread through his book of legends and lament unintentionally leaving Lancelot behind without a word.

The blue hero did not expect to find Shadow walking towards him with a nearly unreadable expression on his face when he fully turned to see who was approaching. He blinked a couple of times in surprise, before plastering a smile on his face, hoping it was convincing. He'd been hoping to put off seeing Shadow for as long as possible, given the rather unfortunate fact that the hybrid shared a face with his knight. But, unfortunately, not his heart.

"Ah! Hey, Shads! What brings you out here?" Sonic asked, uncurling his legs and leaning back on his hands casually as Shadow came to a stop next to him.

"Rose has been messaging Rouge nearly non-stop since you disappeared, and so I was sent out to find you," Shadow grunted, arms folded across his chest as he stared out across the town beneath the hill.

"Oh. Uh, sorry about that," the hero laughed, running absent fingers through his quills, "I just needed some time to think."

"You? Think? That's laughable," Shadow snorted, earning a bitten off laugh of surprise from Sonic. The hybrid seemed to dither for a moment, before gracefully settling himself next to Sonic in the grass. He sighed heavily, crossing his legs while folding his hands in his lap. They sat in silence for a moment before he spoke again. "What's been bothering you?"

"Bothering me? C'mon, Shads. You know nothing bothers me," Sonic snorted, playfully shoving at the hybrid's shoulder to little avail, as he did little more than shoot a glare at the hero. He tried to keep up the grin he'd plastered on his face, only to finally wilt at Shadows unrelenting stare. "…It's nothing. Honest," he finally offered, turning back to look at the town, "It was…just a dream."

"A dream?" Shadow echoed, tone curious.

"Yeah. A really vivid dream," Sonic shrugged, tucking a knee against his chest to lean his chin on, "It just…it messed me up a bit, is all. I'll be okay in a little while. Nothing to worry about."

A grunt was his only response for a long time, the two sitting in companionable silence as the world continued to turn around them.

"…Rose told Rouge that you think it was real," Shadow finally murmured, plucking at the grass. Sonic simply snorted, turning his face away from Shadow. This whole scene felt far too familiar and raw, but also wrong. It made Sonic's skin itch.

"Yeah, well," the hero shrugged, "I said it was vivid, didn't I?"

"Tell me about it."

Sonic turned sharply towards Shadow, who was simply watching him with a neutral expression."…What?"

"Your dream. Tell me about it," Shadow reiterated, tossing a piece of grass into the wind, "I've been told it helps."

Sonic contemplated Shadow for a long beat, before he let out a breath and slowly began to talk. He spoke of the knights, misguided by a dark hearted king, and magic tainted and corrupt. He weaved a tale of heroism, with just a dash of lightheartedness sprinkled in, where good ultimately triumphed over evil, and the heroes got their just rewards in a happy ending. He carefully avoided speaking directly of Lancelot.

When Sonic was done, he almost felt winded, a smile on his face as he trailed off, before letting his hands fall into his lap, a sudden and harsh pang in his chest as he recalled the last night he'd spent in Camelot, curled together with Lancelot, happily discussing their plans for the future; both for themselves and the kingdom. He sucked in a sharp breath to try and ground himself, offering Shadow a strained smile. "And that's it."

The sharp stare he received in return was only somewhat off putting, given that it held no malice, but it still felt to Sonic like Shadow was staring into his very soul. He swallowed thickly, his smile wobbling at the corners. "What?"

"That's not 'it'," Shadow stated bluntly, scrunching his nose and narrowing his eyes at Sonic, "What aren't you telling me?"

The hero opened his mouth to weave another tale, only to deflate as Shadow continued to stare him down, his mouth closing with a quiet click of his teeth. He cast his gaze out towards the horizon, chewing on the inside of his cheek for a moment before finally relenting. "…There was a knight," he began, flicking his gaze to the hybrid briefly, only receiving a flick of Shadow's wrist as if telling him to continue. "He-we…He was the most loyal knight. First to the black king, and then to me. He was steadfast by my side, and we got close. Really close. Uhm," he cleared his throat, feeling a flush creep up his neck for speaking to Shadow about this, of all people, "Once the king was defeated, he confessed his feelings to me, and…yeah."

"So, you're not sad about leaving Camelot. You're sad about leaving him," Shadow rather astutely observed, arching a brow at the hero, who could feel his cheeks burn.

"I mean-!" Sonic started off sounding offended, only to click his tongue and nod slightly, his shoulders slumping, "Yeah. It feels like I abandoned him, y'know? Like I abandoned all of them, after promising I would help them. I know Tails and Amy are fully convinced it was just a dream, and I probably sound crazy, but I was starting to plan a life for myself there! It was…it was going to be good."

"Even if it was just a dream, it still meant something to you," Shadow murmured, his head tilted back to watch the clouds as the floated across the sky, "Your brain can't always tell what's real and what's not in dreams. Even if everything you told me was some fantasy your mind conjured up, it still made you feel something. That's irrefutably true." He tipped his head to regard Sonic from the corner of his eye. "Tell me about him. Your knight."

"Are you sure? It's…well, it's sappy, mostly. Doesn't really seem like something you'd want to hear."

"Just tell me, hedgehog. Before I change my mind."

"Alright, alright," Sonic chuckled, curling his arms around his knees and resting his chin on them again. "Well…he was brave, obviously. And strong. I think I already said it, but he was the strongest knight in the entire kingdom. He was smart as a whip, too. Called me on my bullshit and kept everyone in line. But he was also kind, and sweet. He had a big heart. He was handsome, too…"

"…you loved him."

Sonic contemplated skirting the question or outright lying, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. "With my whole heart."

Silence hung between the two hedgehogs after that simple statement, though it wasn't uncomfortable or strained. The gentle spring wind swirled around them, carrying the smell of freshly bloomed flowers. Sonic's heart gave a hard thump in his chest as tears threatened to gather in his eyes. He buried his face in his knees, taking a deep, shuddering breath to try and keep them at bay. With a shaky voice, he murmured into quietly into his knees, "His name was Lancelot."

"I'm sorry."

Sonic sniffed, wiping at his face as he lifted it from his knees. "What for?"

Shadow tilted his head this way and that, before lying back in the grass to properly stare up at the clouds, hands folded over his belly. "Isn't that what you say to someone when they've lost someone they love?"

Sonic flopped back into the grass next to Shadow, finally allowing a couple of tears to escape from his eyes, "I suppose so, yeah." He startled when he felt fingers intertwine with his own in the grass, turning his head to find Shadow still staring up at the clouds. He let a tiny, lopsided smile curl his lips, before turning back to the sky, Lance's words speaking of souls intertwined echoing in his mind.

Maybe, just maybe, the future he had been planning with Lancelot wasn't completely lost. That thought lifted at least a little bit of the weight from his grieving heart as he shifted a bit closer to Shadow in the grass. His smile grew as the hybrid lifted a hand to point out a cloud.

"That one looks like a rabbit."

"Yeah. It kinda does."

[holylulusworld]

Between a rock and a hard place (8)

Summary: You are in big trouble and in need of money. Two wolves are more than willing to help you. For a price…

Pairing: Mobster!Walter Marshall x fem!Reader x Mobster!August Walker

Warnings: angst, language, power imbalance, gaslighting, darkfic, both brothers are not nice guys, mafia AU, mentions of past smut

Between a rock and a hard place (7)

Between a rock and a hard place masterlist

Please take a look at the warnings for this story.

“I never thought we’d make so much money in one night.” August looks at the numbers again. “Our sweet little whore paid all of her dues and some.”

“She did?” Walter cocks his head to look at the number. “I knew she was special. I hate to say it, but I told you so.”

“You don’t hate it,” August bites back. “Don’t think we won’t spread her holes again. She’s as much mine as she’s yours…”

You groggily open your eyes, fighting the sunlight as you try to get out of bed. It’s a struggle because your body aches whenever you try to move.

After the sex marathon at the club and back at their home, they finally gave you a day without touching you. Walter called it a treat for being a good girl and letting them stretch out both of your holes with their cocks.

You shudder as you can still feel them move inside of you, stretching you painfully wide.

“Morning, little lamb,” Walter says as he enters your room. His eyes immediately scan each inch of your still naked form. You didn’t have the energy to bathe or put clothes on. “Sweet lamb, don’t tempt me to devour you again.”

Walter purrs your name as he climbs on top of you to nuzzle his face in your neck. He inhales deeply, undoubtedly smelling sweat, cum, and spit on you. “Hmm…I promised to give you time to recover. We got a little carried away over the last few days. Let me help you get clean.”

You babble mindlessly, unable to fight him when he ends up picking you up to carry you inside the bathroom. Walter is usually careful and gentle when he helps you into the bathtub.

“I prepared a surprise for you, Y/N,” Walter whispers in your ear as his hand guides a new loofah between your legs to carefully clean your sore folds. “You’ll need some time, but when you are ready… I want you to enjoy yourself. And I’ll help you enjoy yourself.”

You gasp. It’s the first time Walter used your name, and you are close to tears because of these few letters. “I—” Your throat is still hoarse from screaming so much and not talking at all for the last few days.

“It’s alright.” He kisses your cheek. “I’ll let you soak for now. When you are done, dinner is waiting for you. Don’t worry. I told August to not touch you either. The rules are intact.”

Walter is quick to leave you. He was tempted to join you in the tub and ignore the promise he made to you. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

Finally, alone, you exhale sharply. You were holding your breath, waiting for Walter to break his promise.

You allow yourself to relax in the warm water and soak in the tub.

Whatever waits outside the bathroom is out of your control. There’s nothing you can do about it. Your life belongs to Walter now. He decides what happens to you. Somehow, you made peace with your new life.

All you can do is enjoy the little freedom he granted you tonight.

Dinner is pleasant. Walter ordered your favorite food. Well, he asked one of their employees to order and serve the food. The thought counts—right?

“So, how did you meet your husband?” Walter suddenly asks, making you choke on the water you drank. “Still too fresh.” He genuinely looks sorry when you glance at him. “He wasn’t worth your time, Y/N.”

“I was at a friend’s party,” you murmur while playing with the food on your plate. You lost your appetite but don’t want to look ungrateful. The last thing you want is to incur his wrath. “They introduced me to him and…”

“…and?” Walter presses on. “How did you end up marrying him? A man like him. No ambition, no tact, no passion for his beautiful wife.”

“He asked me out,” you hastily answer. “He was the first one paying attention to me. Before him, I was alone and…” You sniff and look away. “I was painfully shy.”

“You were sweet and shy,” Walter murmurs, his large hand cupping your face. “He used that against you. Your husband was never good enough for you.”

“But you are, huh?” August waltzes into the dining room. He cocks his head as you try to avoid his gaze. “You were the one stalking our sweet bird and making sure her husband gets in trouble. Walter, you wanted your pound of flesh, and you got it. Do not pretend you are better than the piece of shit we killed.”

You whimper as the room starts to spin. Rocking back and forth, you try to control your breathing.

“Fuck, you had to ruin dinner for her.” Walter gets up, knocking the chair over as you tremble in your seat. “Little lamb, look at me.” He crouches down next to you, gently squeezing your knee. “You already knew we took him out. This is not your fault, only his. He messed with us.”

August huffs. “Just tell this to yourself, Walt. We both know you were obsessed with his sweet little housewife and wanted to get your hands on her.”

“Shut up,” Walter yells as he stands back up. He glares at his brother, ready to rip him apart. “She’s mine, and you won’t scare her again! Stop acting as if you know shit.”

He twirls around like an angry bull. Walter huffs and grunts as he turns his attention back toward you. “I’m sorry, Y/N. He had to ruin dinner for you.” He softly speaks to you, hands running over your back. “Let’s bring you somewhere else. You can eat dinner there.”

“Hmm…that’s nice.” Walter brought you to his bedroom and wrapped his arms tightly around you. He’s nuzzling you, nose drinking your scent in. “I think you should stay here from now on. What’s mine is yours.”

You’re too tired to argue. The confrontation during dinner drained all the energy out of you. While you remain silent, Walter keeps on talking.

“If you rested well, I want you to take what you want from me.” You stiffen in his embrace. “I want you to use me for your pleasure. I want you to cum all over me. My face, my hands, my cock – your choice. All that belongs to me belongs to you from now on…”

[c4tluver02]

Pool Day!

wc: 1.6k

a/n: dont love this but hey its something!

warnings: slightly hot and heavy not much, little mention of being self conscious of your body (no descriptions of how your body looks tho!) he picks you up!

summary: during a heat wave Steve invites you over to his house (for the first time) for a pool day!

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It was a smoldering hot day and it felt like no fan or gust of air was enough to even remotely cool you down. You sat on your bed reading a book to distract yourself from the feeling of the beads of sweat on your hairline. But of course you couldn't help but think about the sticky gross feeling of sweat behind your knees. As you finish a chapter in your book the phone rings. The idea of getting up and moving sounds awful right now. However you make it work and who else would be behind the line but Steve. Your sweet boyfriend who you just started dating a month ago. 

“Hi pretty girl” Steve says, you can tell he's smiling as he says it.

“Um sorry who's this?” You say in a teasing manner, unable to stop yourself from smiling before you've even finished the sentence. 

“Ha ha funny. I was about to help you out in this heat but I dunno… Since you don't know who I am, hmm.” He says continuing the bit with sarcasm. 

“No no!! I'm sorry, could you ever find it in your heart to forgive me?” There's a pout on your face no one can see but Steve knows it's there. He giggles a little but you hear it perfectly. 

“I guess since I am the kindest person in all of Hawkins I could forgive you.” Steve wishes he could talk to you all day everyday. You two can talk the day away, it's what makes you guys such a perfect match. 

“Great! Now what were you saying about helping me out?” You say forgetting the bit in an instant wanting to know what he called for. You'll take anything to get out of this heat. 

“Right yes, I was wanting to know if you wanted to come over to my place and hang out in the pool?” He says completely forgetting why he even called in the first place, so caught up in just talking with you. 

This is kind of a big question from Steve. You haven't been to Steve's house yet, not only that, you haven't worn a bathing suit in front of him. Not that he would be mean, there's no mean bone in his body. But it is quite nerve wracking. 

“Uh yea that sounds fun! I'll get ready and come over?” You say trying to get rid of the nerves that don't need to be there in the first palace. 

“Ok baby, i'll see you in a bit.” He replies back.

“Okay see you soon!” You hang up and start getting ready. 

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You arrive at Steves already taken aback at how big his house truly is and knock on the door. He opens it right away, as if he was standing by it this whole time. 

“Hi baby you look so pretty.” He says letting you walk in and giving you a quick kiss. 

“Hi Stevie, thank you.” You say, cheeks burning pink but you hope he thinks it's from the heat.

“I got everything we need out by the pool already” Steve says, holding out his hand for you to grab onto.

You intertwin your hands as you look around at his house

“Wow your house is so nice Stevie” You're not even looking at where he's taking you, only looking around trying to take everything in. Noticing little things despite walking away from it. 

“Thanks, it's all my parents stuff, even though they are barely here to see it.” Steve replies

You frown at his statement, you only know a little bit about Steve's parents and how absent they are. It absolutely kills you that they barely see him. You would see Steve everyday if you could. 

You almost say something as Steve opens the back door leading you both back into the heat.

“Ta da! I got stuff for us over here” Steve points to lounge chairs that have towels and sunscreen already set up. There is drinks and snacks on the small table next to it. 

“Wow okay you really are giving me the best service, maybe I should ask for a pool day more often!” You say hitting his arm in a playful way.

Steve rolls his eyes with the biggest smile on his face giving his serious facade away. 

“Do you wanna go swimming before we lay down over here?” He questions

Now is the moment that you've stressed over. The anxiety becomes real now that you're here in the moment and it's happening. 

“Okay sure.” You see Steve take his shirt off, his golden tan skin glowing already. The highlights in his hair really come out in the sun and his arms- 

“Are you gonna look at me all day or are u gonna swim?” Steve says, catching you in your gaze. 

“What? I can't look at my hot boyfriend?” You bite back as you take your shorts and tank top off. 

You go to grab the sunscreen and behind you, you hear a loud whistle. It makes you turn around quickly and Steve is quick to put you into his arms and give you a kiss. 

You can't help but smile as he does it, the fear and anxiety quickly washing away. Unsure why it was ever there in the first place especially when it comes to Steve. 

“How’d I get the most beautiful girlfriend in the world?” He says, eyeing you up and down, biting his lip from smiling too hard. 

“Hmmm I don't know I ask myself that all the time!” You smile back as you spray the sunscreen on your arms.

“You want help?” Steve asks you trying to be the most helpful he can

But all your brain does is short circuits, all the romance movies of this exact scenario coming to you in an instant. 

“Yes please” you say meekly.

Steve rubs the lotion on you, lifting your bikini strap to completely cover your shoulders. He then movies to your back. He is so slow as he rubs into you and it feels extremely good. But then you yelp in surprise when he slaps your butt. 

“Steve!” You yell in surprise

“What! I couldn't help myself!” He says laughing hand still on your butt. 

“I think you covered me, do you want help?” You blink your lashes innocently at him.

“Sure” He says with a small smile

You start with his shoulders making sure to give him a nice message. It almost throws you off your game when he lets out a small moan in satisfaction. But you stay strong not giving up, he deserves payback.

“Feel good?” You question, trying to come off completely neutral.

“So good baby, so good.” He completely can't see it coming

You move down towards his back still making sure it's relaxing, he did do all this work for your pool day after all. As you move further down his back you slap his butt just as hard if not harder earning a loud yell coming out of him.

“You are evil!” Steve yells in shock 

You can't help but fall over on the chair laughing. His face shows every emotion he's feeling. Shocked eyes, wide mouth, jaw hanging. You wish you could take a picture. 

“Sorry baby but you deserved it!” You say giving him puppy eyes but failing as you laugh.

“Alright I guess fair is fair.” Steve sighs 

It's not until you get up from the chair that Steve grabs you and runs toward the edge of the pool.

“Steve Harrington. Put me down right now!” You scream as he holds you over his shoulder. You slap his butt even more trying to force him to put you down. 

He doesn't move. Instead he says “Hmm to throw you in or to not throw you in.” 

You roll your eyes as his comment “Steve I will never ever forgive you if you throw me in!” You scream but there's no real heat behind your words. 

Steve decides to take his chances as he jumps in the pool with you in his arms. You both yell as you jump. You then come back up to the surface.

“That was just so mean Harrington.” You say splashing him with water. 

He laughs hard at your reaction. Steve doesn't know if he's ever laughed this much in his life. You haven't been over for too long and it already feels so comfortable. There's no awkwardness or stress. It's just so simple, so easy. 

Once you stop splashing him you finally take a real look at him. His hair is pushed back and his smile is wide showing off his nice teeth. He really is perfect isn't he? He swims over to you near the shallow end and you grab onto him. Your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. It's a silent moment but comfortable silence. You lay your head on his shoulder.

“I've had a lot of fun today, thank you for inviting me over.” You mumble into his shoulder. There's so many freckles on his arm and all you do is trace a line of them together. 

“There's no need to thank me baby, I'm glad you came over. I’ve had a lot of fun too.” He gives your head a kiss despite your hair being wet. You look up at him and give him a kiss. It's one that lingers longer than a normal kiss. Making a moment out of it, the fact that it's just you two and you truly wouldn't want to be anywhere else than with him. How lucky you were to have someone like him!

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Jurassic Park AU Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane) Rating: M C/W: Post-Island, Flirting, Hot Tub Sex, Viktor gets hot for chaos

When they finally leave, Viktor doesn't call Silco for a long time, thinking that what they had was just trauma bonding.

Meanwhile, Silco writes and publishes a book about his experience at Jurassic Park and gets invited on talk shows, and they all ask him what happened with the cute paleontologist.

Silco told Viktor to meet him at a book signing and Viktor walks up with a book in hand and asks "So, what did happen with the cute paleontologist?"

"I don't think he was that interested in the end," Silco answers, smiling mildly, though there's a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "But I'd like to be proven wrong for once."

"Well, I hope you'll be pleasantly surprised," Viktor flushes. "Are you...busy after this?"

Silco arches a brow. "I'm meant to be at a party; I made the New York Times' number one, you know."

But then he smirks.

"But I've never been one for parties."

Viktor chuckles. "I really can't see you at parties."

Silco sweeps the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip. Just visible for a moment.

"I have a hotel room not too far away, if you're open to a private bottle of wine."

Viktor taps his book and smirks. "Only if you sign my book, bestseller."

Silco leans forward and takes his copy, and writes the filthiest personal message before signing his name. Silco also includes the hotel and room number in the message. 

"I should be finished by 8," Silco smiles as he hands the book back over.

"I'll let the concierge know to let you in."

Viktor gets there early, and the concierge recognises him instantly, and he is led up to the suite.

Silco comes back to find Viktor taking full advantage of the jacuzzi tub.

Silco leans against the doorframe of the bathroom and smiles as he sees Viktor relaxing. 

"Mind if I join you?" Silco asks, already starting to loosen his tie. 

"Only if you pour me another," Viktor moves to the edge of the tub and watches Silco undress as he holds out the nearly empty wine glass.

Silco tuts.

"Started without me, hmm? I'm unsure whether I ought to be offended."

"You're a bright one," Viktor smirks. "I think you'll catch up quickly."

Silco takes the glass, but not before running his fingers along Viktor's wrist.

Viktor shivers and his eyes follow Silco's now bare form as he pours another for him and then a glass for himself. 

"I have to ask," Silco says, finally stepping into the tub and handing Viktor's glass to him, "why did it take so long for you to reach out?"

Viktor shifted a little. "I wanted to be sure it wasn't the...heat of the moment, so to speak."

"What made you realise it wasn't?" 

"I saw you on a talk show." Viktor fidgets with his glass and then he laughs. "And I still wanted you to fuck my brains out."

Silco moves closer to Viktor, sitting next to him and letting his arm slide around Viktor's shoulders. 

"I do believe I promised you a gentlemanly railing on a counter," Silco teases, brushing his nose against the wet strands at Viktor's temple. "but a frisk in a hot tub is a good start."

Viktor snorts. "I don't think gentle made an appearance in the promise."

"Ah, well it doesn't have to," Silco sets his barely touched glass of wine down and brings his fingers to Viktor's jaw, gently turning his head towards him. 

"I've been thinking about you ever since I left that island."

Viktor shivers despite the heat of the tub. Swallows. "You have?"

Silco chuckles. "How could I resist thinking about such a beautiful, brilliant person like you?"

Viktor sucks in a ragged breath in the moments before Silco leans in and kisses him, lips as skilled as Viktor had fantasized.

Silco pulls Viktor into his lap, knowing the water is easier on his joint, but still holding Viktor's hip up, regardless. He runs a hand through the half damp hair at the nape of Viktor's neck and kisses him like he's wanted to ever since the helicopter ride to that godforsaken island.

Viktor's hands flutter embarrassingly, before settling, one curling around a strong shoulder and the other splaying across a pec

Viktor can feel the rough texture of Silco's scars against his inner thigh

Silco trails his hand behind Viktor, letting his fingertips brush against Viktor's sensitive hole. 

"Ah, I see you really did start without me," Silco teases against Viktor's lips

"I didn't want further delays," Viktor answers, flustered. "I took so long to come to you as it is."

Silco pushes a finger into Viktor, letting his lips capture the gasp that passes from Viktor's. "Gods, you're irresistible," Silco breathes, already feeling Viktor harden between their bellies.

"You're one to talk," Viktor mutters. "All that talk of chaos would get anyone randy."

The comment startles a laugh from Silco.

"I suppose I'll save my lecture on the three different kinds of chaos for when I really need to get you going," Silco smiles and kisses Viktor's cheek and jaw

Viktor kisses his mouth more determinedly, and Silco chuckles, but obliges.

After a few more moments of kissing, Viktor reaches behind himself and grabs hold of Silco to line himself up. 

"No more delays," Viktor repeats, letting out a breath before letting himself sink down onto Silco.

Silco almost groans at the tight, wet slide down his cock. He leans back against the edge of the tub and slides his hands down to grip narrow hips.

Viktor kisses Silco, moaning as he's filled up, and just so deep. How he denied himself this, he doesn't know.

"You're not as big as I thought," Viktor gasps against his lips, because he can't help being a brat 

"We both know that's a lie."

And Silco gets an evil look on his face before he just starts bouncing Viktor relentlessly on his dick.

Viktor almost cries out as he digs his nails into Silco's shoulders, the water splashing up between them as Silco pounds him hard and fast.

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[seithr]

powerful sorcerer with magical storm blood who can still magic and rend minds and transform people btw