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chilumi-shipper · 6 months ago

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Crowned Flowers

Kamisato Ayato x Fem!Reader (Royal AU)

Summary: He's the Crowned Prince and you're just a commoner. You love each other but you had to keep your relationship a secret. Knowing it was the best to leave him alone and not make his life harder, you avoided him and no longer visited the castle. After years of pining for his first and only love, he is met with the sight of a little boy identical to him.

Warning: Slight Smut nothing intense

Tags: Slight Angst to Fluff, Royalty x Commoner

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The young prince Ayato wasn't aware that such a cheap flower could bring about such beauty, yet a crown made of those cheap flowers laid on the head of a maiden he found strikingly admirable, he couldn't keep his eyes off you.

You were trying to catch the attention of other people around you, offering them a look of your basket of flowers, perhaps hoping that the flowers would be of interest to some people, and thus buy it off you.

"Sir..." The blue haired prince was shaken out of his trances, realizing that you had made your way over to him. You smiled at him with all the joy in your possibly pure heart. "Would you like to buy a flower? They're really pretty."

You didn't recognize him, probably because of his thick robe, covering the unmistakable blue hue of the hair of the royal family.

"Ahhh- Umm..." Ayato patted himself, looking for some mora to give you, but all his expenses are handled by his retainers, so he doesn't have anything on him. "I-I apologize, I don't seem to have any-"

You held up a flower for him still, "That's okay! I want you to take one for free! My mama said that giving something nice to others brightens up their day, and you can make good friends!"

He took the flowers in his hands, and never has the young prince felt so grateful for something so small.

Nobody knows why King Ayato's favorite flower is a cheap, white petaled flower that can be seen all over the kingdom. Surely someone of his status would love a rare, exotic flower only someone as rich as him could gaze upon.

But the sight of the beautiful flower reminded him of the love he unfortunately couldn't keep in his arms. The love that remained embedded in his being, never letting him forget the face that brought upon color in his world, the hands that cradles his face and caress his cheeks ever so softly, the body that he forever wants to hold close to his own, though he probably could never again.

The crowned king Ayato could only reminisce about the love of his life.

"The young prince is missing again!" Yelled one of his guards, his voice laced with worry, less for the prince and more for himself if he doesn't bring the prince back to the palace immediately.

The panicked guard yelling for help at the other guards drew a little giggle from you, making you cover your mouth to avoid making too much noise. You were hiding behind the tall fence of the local orphanage, Ayato next to you sitting close, trying not to laugh as well.

"Looks like we got some time for ourselves." He whispered, his face awfully close to yours. You smiled brightly, as you usually do, cuddling up to him.

"Your parents might kill you..." You rest your head on his shoulder, prompting him to wrap an arm around you. You sighed in contentment, hearing the fading frantic footsteps of the guards.

"I don't think I mind having this as my final moment before my parents kill me." You playfully slapped him on the chest due to his statement.

Ayato then had a thought, "Maybe... they wouldn't be disapproving of our relationship like we thought." He tightened his hold of you. ''Perhaps, we can finally-"

"It's unheard of, couples like us." You spoke sadly, sighing after. "It's only in those teenage fanfiction books does the commoner get the prince."

Ayato didn't want to admit that you were right, there was a low chance that his parents would allow him to marry a commoner, much less would the royal court.

He chose to end the topic with a joke. "Well then, I hope the writer of this story knows the decorations I want for our wedding." He basked in the smile that your lips formed.

As the king of his kingdom, he was expected to produce an heir to the throne within the first five years of his reign, yet he had not stuck to this expectation, he had not even chosen a bride.

It feels as though his heart is tied to only one, and no other lady could capture him in a loving blanket of eternal bliss in which you caged him in.

And no other could satisfy the hunger that you satiated during your first (and last) night together.

"I still wish to see you after this..." He says in a breathless moan, his hand landing on your hips as you grind yourself closer to him. "Archons, my queen..." He hisses, shutting his eyes at your moves above him sending him to absolute euphoria.

Your fingers poked at his cheek before your palm made contact, caressing it to opt him to open his eyes. You smile softly at him, "You have a duty..."

In the dim light of the moon illuminating from the windows of his room, you looked absolutely radiant, completely naked for him to devour with his eyes. His hips instinctively jerked up at the sight, making you whimper at the sudden sensation.

"I have a duty to the woman I love..." His own hand reach for your face, cupping your cheek. "I fucking love you..."

He had never felt such raw and intense emotions, but being bare and romantic with you within the warmth of his abode, showered by the cascading light of the moon truly made him love you even more.

You lean into his touch, closing your eyes as you start to move on his lap, letting him caress your insides. "I love you, I love you too..." You whispered, letting it mix with the moans that leaves your mouth.

After your intense, romantic, sweet love-making, you left his life with one last kiss to remember him by.

He's never seen you since then.

Sometimes he even thinks that you were just a figment of his imagination, his version of perfection within a girl that he would hopelessly fall in love with for the rest of his life.

But, as he stares at the scene in front of him...

"Flowers! Fresh flowers here! So pretty, it'll make you fall in love!"

...that young boy, selling white flowers in a somewhat familiar, worn-out basket, hair covered with a cloak, but his eyes... that unmistakable tint of purple that only one member of the royal family has.

His heart then drops, as the door of the house behind the little boy opens, revealing... you.

You... 're so beautiful...

A version of perfection within a girl that he would hopelessly fall in love with for the rest of his life.

"Your Majesty, the royal guards are done with their business here, we may go if you would allow us." A guard stood beside him, unbeknownst to the conflicting feeling swirling within the king.

"Yes, go..." Ayato refuses to take his eyes off the scene in front of him.

"And you, your Majest-" The guard could not finish his question before Ayato was walking up to the boy holding the basket.

"Sir with the crown! You want flowers, right?" As their gazes meet, the purple-eyed boy pointed at him and shouted excitedly.

Ayato chuckled, taking out a pouch of mora from his suit and kneeling down to the boys level. "Would this suffice for one lovely flower?"

"Wow! That's for a whole basket!"

"You can have it, I've been thought that giving something nice to others brightens up their day, and you can make good friends."

"My mommy says that!" As the boy exclaims, a figure walks up behind him, opting Ayato to look up.

"I know she does..." Though he is filled with conflicting emotions, he still smiles at you. "My queen says that."

"Is mommy your queen, Mr. Crown?"

Your eyes lock onto his, your gaze softening. "King Ayato... I'm sorry for my child..." His eyes seem to darken as you refer to your son as only yours.

Ayato gently places a hand on the little boys hood, lifting it off a little to reveal the same shade of blue hair as his. "Hmm... a very handsome young prince..."

The boy silently tugs at your skirt. "We're secretly royalty, mommy." He giggles, making his father smile.

"Yes, nobody would go against a king for declaring his beloved as a royal, to be by his side. " Ayato smiles proudly.

For the longest time in his life, he had always wanted to just hold you without worrying about the eyes of the public, and as he shamelessly holds out a hand to cup your cheek, he has fulfilled one of his many wishes.

"You can run from a crowned prince, but not a king, my queen." He pulls you in for a kiss, and despite to nosy eyes of your neighbors, you let him.

And you don't have to run away again.

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The little boy is unnamed, cuz I suck with names, so comment what you would name your little love child with Ayato!

Also, I found this in my drafts, it was like from a year ago and I read it and I can't believe it's so... beautifully written?? (not tutting my own horn, I was just truly impressed that I could come up with this, I mean, you guys read my smuts >:)) Anywayyy, hope you like it!

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ro-is-struggling · 11 months ago

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Earn It || Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: While Spencer was away on a case, you had no better idea than to send him spicy pictures of yourself as a way to encourage him to work harder to get home fast. You ignored his warnings and orders to stop and now that he was back home it was time to face the consequences of acting like a spoiled brat.

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, porn without plot, established relationship, dom!spencer, sexting, masturbation, bondage, dirty talk, cum eating, deprivation of touch used as punishment (if that makes sense? idk it's just porn)

English is not my first language

Word count: 3300

Notes: idk what this is, I have had this idea in my mind for a while now and I only wrote it because someone left me a nice message praising my spencer smut, so enjoy, I guess

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You were buzzing with anticipation, counting down the minutes until Spencer got home. You knew you'd be in trouble —it was clear from the short messages he'd sent you—, but that was part of the fun. You had crossed the line this time. The messages you had sent him while he was stuck at work could only be described as torture. But you couldn't be held accountable for your actions, at least not completely. You missed him-his touch, his lips on yours, the sound of his voice calling your name-and you wanted to make sure he knew it.

Spencer had been away from home for too long, working a few states over to catch a killer who targeted young, blonde women. It was apparently a tough case so for the last few weeks you had to settle for talking to him on the phone late at night. Hearing his voice before bedtime was nice, comforting, but over time it stopped being enough. You missed having him by your side at night, feeling his warmth and the touch of his fingers on your skin. You missed his kisses, his soft lips caressing your body while you whispered his name into the darkness of the night....

It was clear that phone calls were no longer enough to satiate your need for him, so in a moment of impulsive arousal you decided to give him a little incentive to work harder to come home to you. You were simply showing him what he was missing.

The first picture you sent him was simple and tasteful, a conscious choice intended to lure him into your trap. It only showed the lower half of your face, your lips drawn into a sad pout. It also showed part of your chest which was covered by one of Spencer's shirts. It had the first few buttons undone, showing your collarbone and the mound of your breasts, but nothing more. You sent it with a simple 'I miss you', hoping he had his phone nearby to see it.

His reply came not long after, and you almost felt bad for what you were about to do when you read his innocent and oblivious 'I miss you too :(‘. You replied with another photo, this time much more revealing. The shirt was unbuttoned now, revealing the cute red lace bra that hugged your breasts. It was Spencer's favorite and you knew it was going to have the desired effect on him. 'I wish you were here...' you wrote before you sent it. And without waiting for a reply you sent him another picture, this time showing the full lingerie being, posing in a provocative way. Without hesitation you wrote 'to rip it off my body' and pressed send.

You knew your little plan had worked because Spencer didn't answer for quite a while. He had seen the messages, but he was probably too stunned and busy to reply to you. When he finally did, it was a warning. 'Behave.' was all he wrote back, but you ignored it. In the next picture you sent him you had removed your bra, your hard nipples framed perfectly in the picture. Two of your fingers were lost between your lips, the red lipstick slightly smudged at the corners. 'I wish they were your fingers' you typed and Spencer's reply was another warning. 'But I guess mine will have to do for now' you ignored him once again, sending him a video of you burying those same fingers inside you as you moaned his name.

Your provocative messages didn't stop until you came, but even though you knew Spencer had seen them, he didn't reply. Nor did he call you that night like he had been doing every day. He was silent for two whole days. Two long days in which you kept wondering if maybe you had taken things too far. It was torture waiting for some kind of sign from him that would bring you some relief, but when you read the message he sent you knew that had been his intention all along.

'I'm on my way home. I want you in bed wearing the red set by the time I get there.' was all he wrote and you knew he was angry. Spencer was going to make you pay for behaving so badly and you couldn't help but wonder what method he would use to teach you a lesson. Punishments were always creative with him. Spencer wasn't very keen on violence during intimacy, it reminded him too much of his job, you supposed. He was rough in bed when he was in the mood for it and never objected to giving you a spanking or two when you deserved it, but he didn't enjoy making you cry in pain or leaving severe marks on your skin.

Spencer was more of a soft, pleasure dom, which meant that most of the time he was more intense than aggressive. He loved the irony of using pleasure to create pain, often overstimulating you to the point that your body would scream for him to stop. His domination over you was more subtle, more psychological, so his punishments always had a hint of irony in them. The worst one —and at the same time, the best one– had been once you had come without his permission. His way of teaching you a lesson that time was forcing you to cum over and over again, attacking your abused pussy with his fingers, his tongue and a vibrator without giving you hardly any time to recover between orgasms.

You wondered if Spencer had something similar in mind, the very idea frightening and exciting you at the same time. Your clit throbbed between your legs, your panties ruined with your arousal before Spencer even got to lay a finger on you. That was the effect he had on you. All he had to do was send you a stupid message and your whole body would begin to tingle with anticipation, waiting for his command.

When you heard the sound of the apartment door opening you almost jumped out of bed with joy. There was nothing you wanted more than to run into your boyfriend's arms and shower him with kisses as you told him how much you had missed him. But you knew you couldn't —or, rather, shouldn't— do that. Spencer wanted you in bed, wearing his favorite lingerie, and that's exactly what you did. Even though it was a little late to play nice now, you didn't want to give him any more reason to prolong your punishment —whatever it was. So you settled on the bed, putting yourself in a suggestive pose and waited patiently for Spencer to enter the room.

He took his time and you knew he was doing it on purpose. Your punishment had begun the moment you decided to ignore his warnings and now you had no choice but to accept it. Listening to his footsteps walking around the apartment, knowing that he was only a couple of feet away without being able to do anything about it was a real torture, but you deserved it.

"I'm disappointed in you," was the first thing Spencer said when he finally entered the room. He had that hard look in his eyes that he always gave you when you disobeyed him - the one that told you it was in your best interests to listen to him. His pupils were widened, the beautiful hazel color almost completely taken over by the darkness of desire in his eyes. You shifted nervously on the bed, suddenly feeling small under his intense gaze. Spencer walked toward you and you felt like an animal trapped by the predator that wanted to eat it. There was nowhere to run.

"You've been a very bad girl," he clicked his tongue in disapproval, bringing his hands to his neck to loosen the knot of his tie. "Teasing me with those pictures while I was at work, ignoring my warnings, cuming without my permission." Spencer shook his head and you sunk your teeth into your lower lip. The tone in his voice —too calm for someone in his position— almost made you regret your little stunt. Almost. "If you want to act like a spoiled brat, I'll treat you like one."

Spencer ordered you to sit on the bed with your back against the headboard. You obeyed without question, knowing that this was not the best time to complain. You watched him remove his tie in one tug, twisting the soft fabric in his hands before approaching you. He was careful in tying your wrists to the headboard, his fingers barely grazing your skin as he made sure to limit your movements, leaving you completely at his mercy. It was torture to feel him so close and not be able to touch him. Not to mention how incredibly frustrating it was that his hands barely rested on you when it was strictly necessary, as if your skin was burning him. You hated it, but when you let out a whine of protest, Spencer gave you a look that let you know it was best to keep your mouth shut.

"You're going to stay there and keep your eyes on me at all times." He stated with a calmness in his voice that should have alarmed you. But instead of wondering what he was up to —and what that calm meant to you— your mind was distracted by the slow movement of his hands as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing himself to you. " Now you'll know how I felt when I saw your pictures and those videos of you pleasuring yourself while I was stuck at work, unable to do anything about it."

Spencer moved closer to you, leaning down to be at eye level with you. The air caught in your throat as you stared at him, fearing that your mere breath might somehow cause him to pull away from you again. His gaze was firm, intimidating, but hidden among all the desire and lust you could still make out a glimmer of the characteristic softness in his eyes. It was an interesting contrast, captivating. It reminded you that no matter how rough he might be at the moment, the sweet, loving, everyday Spencer was just a word away.

You could hardly believe he was touching you when he took your face in one of his hands. His warm, slender fingers pressed over your cheeks, forcing your lips into a pout. He used his grip to tilt your head up to make sure your eyes never left his at any time. He had you trapped between his hand and his eyes, frozen still as you anxiously awaited his next words.

"Now you'll be the helpless one. You'll be the one that has to sit back and watch as I pleasure myself, tied to the bed, unable to do anything to relieve the pressure between your legs."

After removing the last of his clothes, Spencer settled himself on the opposite side of the bed. He made sure you had the best view of him and his hard cock before he began to pleasure himself. Your eyes followed the movement of his hand as if you were being hypnotized. Up and down, up and down, his hand moved along his shaft while his mouth let out the sweetest moans you had ever heard. Every little gasp he let out went straight to your center, that throbbed desperate for attention. Spencer sounded desperate and you wondered if he hadn't relieved himself since you had sent him those pictures.

You fought your bonds without even realizing it, your body responding in its own accords to Spencer's stimulation. He didn't scold you for it, on the contrary he seemed to enjoy it. He increased the pace of his hand slightly, his eyes never leaving your figure. The way they roamed over your body —slowly moving down from your face to your neck, stopping at the curve of your breasts before trailing their way down your abdomen and to your legs— almost felt like his caresses. If you concentrated hard enough you could feel the ghost of his fingers following the path of his eyes. But it wasn't enough, not when you were trapped listening to Spencer's moans, watching his hand move up and down his cock as his tip leaked precum. Your mouth watered at the sight, yearning to feel the weight of his cock against your tongue. You could almost taste the salty treat on your tongue, your brain recreating it as best it could. It was criminal that he wouldn't let you touch him when he was so close to you.

"Like what you see?" Spencer mocked you as a pathetic whimper managed to escape your lips. "It's such a shame you were so bad 'cause right now you could be the one touching me... And I could be pleasuring you."

"Yes, please! I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Just please, I need it." you begged, momentarily excited by the mention of him pleasuring you. You were willing to do anything to end this torture.

But Spencer wouldn't budge. "Oh, I know you do, baby. I can see the wet spot in your panties from here. But I can't give it to you. Only good, obedient girls get what they want and you have been very, very bad."

He enjoyed every second of your torture, delighting in the whimpers you let out and the way you struggled against your bonds. Your body squirmed deliciously on the bed, protesting against the lack of attention. Spencer responded to your whimpers with moans, being more vocal than usual to prolong your torture. Every sound he let out increased the fire in your stomach along with your frustration. Your pussy tightened around nothing, desperate for attention. The pressure in your tummy was too much, almost unbearable. You needed relief, whatever would help you take the edge off.

You didn't even realize you were squeezing your legs together until it was too late. You were desperate and while the little friction your thighs provided as you squirmed was not enough, it was better than nothing. Your clit pulsed with every little movement, your juices trickling down your legs and making your job easier. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to concentrate on the subtle tingling between your legs to see if you could increase the pleasure that way somehow. The moan that fell from your lips was pathetic, a mixture of pleasure and frustration that alerted Spencer to your little trick just as you were getting somewhere.

You snapped your eyes open as you felt the impact of his hand against your calf. Spencer gave you a stern look, his expression blank as he forced your legs apart again. "You do that again and I won't let you cum tonight, am I clear?"

"Yes, sir!" you whimpered, feeling your hope renewing at the promise of a future orgasm. "I'm sorry! I'll be good, I promise."

It was real torture to have Spencer so close, naked and stroking his cock inches away without being able to touch it. His moans were getting louder and louder, his words dirtier and more condescending —praising your expression of desperation and mocking the way you twisted against your bonds. Your desperation increased along with the speed of his hands, which worked increasingly faster to bring him to the edge of pleasure. He was close, you could feel it, and as pathetic as it sounded, so were you. Your underwear was ruined, soaked with the juices of your arousal. Spencer hadn't touched you, but you were sure that a simple brush against your clit was all you needed to reach your climax.

"Was it worth it, baby?" He managed to say between gasps. "Was it worth it to disobey me? Sending all those pictures just to end up like this, tied to the bed, forced to watch me pleasure myself while you get nothing."

Oh Spencer was enjoying torturing you way too much. He wanted to break you, push you to your very limit and hear you beg for his forgiveness. He wanted you to earn your relief just as you had earned your punishment and he wasn't going to stop until you begged for mercy. In another circumstance you might have put up more of a fight, after all, it was always fun to riled him up. But you were far too desperate to feel his touch to play hard to get. You needed him, you'd been apart too long and you couldn't stand the distance a second longer.

"No, it wasn't! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done it. I should have listened to you. I won't do it again, I promise! I'll behave! Just, please... please." There was no way to hide the pathetic tone in your voice. You were so frustrated, so needy for attention, that you could almost feel the tears burning in your eyes. You were willing to cry if that's what it took to earn Spencer's forgiveness. You would do anything to feel his hands on you.

"Oh yeah? You'll behave?" He spoke as if he didn't believe you, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he increased the pace of his hand. "Will you stop acting like a spoiled brat and be my good, obedient little girl?"

"Yes! I'll be your good girl, I promise! I'll be so good for you, sir! Please."

Suddenly, Spencer stood up from his place on the bed, approaching you in a couple of steps. "Open up then." He commanded bringing the head of his dripping, reddened cock close to your lips. You didn't need him to tell you twice, tilting your face up as you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, eagerly waiting to taste him.

"That's it, that's a good girl... swallow it, swallow all of me... good girl." Spencer moaned as he came in your mouth, his hand stroking himself until he shot the very last drop of cum on your tongue. The squeal of bliss you let out at the taste of his salty flavor was pathetic, but you were too far gone to care. You eagerly swallowed everything he gave you, devouring it as if it were the sweetest candy.

Spencer mumbled sweet praises as he came down from his high, caressing your head with his usual softness. It was a small action, but you missed his touch so much that it was enough to fill you with joy. You thought you were finally in the clear, that you had received your punishment so well that Spencer would show you mercy and finally let you touch him. But when he sat down across from you again and looked into your eyes, you noticed that the intimidating darkness was still present in them. You struggled against your bonds once more to see if he would take pity on you and untie you. But he answered you with a click of his tongue that stopped you immediately.

"You did such a good job for me, baby." Spencer's voice was barely a husky whisper. He brought one of his fingers up to your cheek, collecting the drops of his cum that hadn't made it into your mouth. You tried to lean into his touch, but he removed his hand quickly, bringing his finger to your lips. He didn't have to tell you what to do, you automatically opened your mouth and wrapped your tongue around his finger, tasting his relief.

"But your punishment isn't over yet. You earned your relief, but haven't earned my forgiveness yet. You still don't get to touch me. Now open those pretty legs for me. I'll give you what you want and we'll see how much you can take."

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cyberm4n · 1 year ago

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HI I LOVED UR HYPERSEXUAL FEM READER HEADCANONS UR WRITING IS SO GOOD

Soo I'm here to request the vees (mainly vox but idc) x hypersexual Fem reader pleasee 😭🙏

if not that's okay and I hope you have a nice day/night!! feel free to delete this lol

-xoxo, Ari

THANK YOU <3333 i love the vees and ive been looking for an excuse to write them so this is perfect

vees with hypersexul reader

going with the same scenario as last time- you've just finished a round and (char) is spent but you're already ready to go again

《— vox —》

■ he seems like a 2 rounds kinda guy so after that second round and yall are just laying there he is SPENT

■ so when you roll over to lay on his chest like "one more time?" with a little smile on your face, as if yall did not just violently fuck it takes him a moment

■ he's spent, so spent. but he really wants to please you

■ he'd get used to it tbh. like he's mentally prepared everytime now but maybe sometimes he can do a round 3

■ he'd resort to toys i think, only the best for his girl <3

■ there's also something he loves about getting to hold you and watch you writhe in pleasure and he just gets to watch

■ he'd always take your preferences into mind with toys too. like if you want smth specific he's got it for you

■ i feel like he might prefer if yall are spent at the same time so the foreplay goes CRAZY

■ like it's not just foreplay it's actual rounds of getting you to cum before the main event yk

■ or sometimes he'll just ask if it'd be okay to be done for the night when he is

■ he doesn't mind either way but he'd definitely want to communicate about it

■ so yeah it might take him a little bit to adjust bit he'd be just fine!

《— valentino —》

■ okay let's be real this man fucks A LOT so he can probably do like. 3 or 4 lengthy rounds before he's tapped out

■ it's making me giggle about it but like okay val is a kinky guy, and like especially if the first time yall do anything it's a little bit rougher he is SHOCKED when you're down for more

■ he's prly into something like overstim where normally you kinda gotta reel from it after so when he's done and it takes you like. a minute or two to be like "do you wanna do it again?" he judt looks down at you so confused

■ he takes a moment, blinking. he'd definitely ask if you're kidding or smth and then finding out you're not he has to take a moment

■ like, he finds it fucking awesome but jesus christ he's finally met hsi match

■ he might use toys on you or go down on you, depends how he's feeling tbh

■ i think he'd lean towards going down on you, idk he just seems like he'd be a bit of a munch.

■ and if you're okay with it when yall fuck in the future he's constantly just seeing how far you can go before you're spent

■ long story short he's totally chill abt it when he gets used to it and thinks it's fucking great

《— velvette —》

■ okay im literally giggling and kicking my feet while typing this

■ she seems like a 2 or 3 round kind of gal

■ idk femxfem sex doesn't really go in rounds ime but like. yk.

■ so after she's spent, she's like so ready to cuddle up and sleep. but then you're caressing her cheek, nuzzling into her neck. "again?" you murmur and she has to take a moment

■ cause like, she's just super surprised you're still ready for another.

■ she'd ask the most questions abt it. like she'd want to just know more so she can support you better

■ she'd go down on you tho! anytime! she definitely has toys but she seems like the type to be more inclined to eat you out

■ if she gets tired of that she'd use a toy on you. but she stays engaged the whole time, super attentive.

■ she's a service switch so like getting to keep you pleased like this makes her feel good and she doesn't mind at all

■ once again, all of them would embrace it and they do not mind at all!

■ if you guys with the poly hc for the vees i think it just makes it so much better for them to know it's really hard to burn you out

■ i loved this request ty <3

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f0ofishies · 5 months ago

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first times w/ bllk men. pt.2

To think you could pull the Italian soccer player was a far fetch, but no.. you've been dating Marc Snuffy for a few weeks now. Honestly, he's been such an upgrade to the past relationships you've had, considering you were only a few years younger than him.

He's such a well-spoken man. Speaking with such intellect could make you go haywire, might even turn you on. But, you'd never admit that, no no.. you couldn't let him think how sex-craved you are about him, considering how polite he is.

You'd been invited to one of the gatherings for Ubers, a plus-one with him. He even took the time to get you a new outfit on the ordeal, "Baby, I need to measure.. could you—" You looked up at him, then quickly held your hands up. "Oh right.." He did all the measurements for your body before you could get a new outfit tailored for it.

His calloused palm held the measuring tape across your hips, shit..! He was such a respectful man. He didn't know the effect his hands all over felt so nice, biting your lip in the process as his hand on your lower back guided you over somewhere. "Amore mio, are you okay?" He whispered into your ear, his words left a trail of shiver down your back.

"Don't worry, 'm fine.. marc.." You stare at those orange colored eyes of his— he proceeded to give you a small smile. "I promise you tonight is going to be great." He held your chin up, it was almost like he was holding back to kiss you.

As you were about to tiptoe– he'd pull away. The hushed voices of him and the tailor could be heard, but all you heard was the fast-paced beating of your heart.

The event itself was boring, most conversed in Italian.. not that you can't understand at all, you weren't fluent in the language at all. Marc was there with you, sticking close by knowing full well you had not fully met the rest of the members of Ubers. More small talk and more made you even more annoyed– at the second and the way your lovely boyfriend was caressing your thigh like nothing.

You bit your lip as you tapped his shoulder. He pulled away from talking and raised an eyebrow, squeezing your thigh. "Marc, don't do that.." You whispered close, only letting him hear your voice.

"Hmm.. but cuore mio..?" He slid his hand to your upper thigh as you trembled. "Don't you get it.. you're making me.." His eyes widened for a fraction of a second, then his eyes held a glint in them.

You swear you didn't mean to turn him on, you knew how much of a rational man he was. But the fact he had pulled you two back to your hotel– "Marc, love..?"

He crashed his lips onto yours, feeling his tongue slip past your mouth. "Mmph— what's gotten into you..?" The words echoed along the hotel room as he pulled away. "I can't handle it anymore, l'anima gemella.. I need you." You swear you felt yourself clenched around his words.

"Agh—!" The groan you let out as he was taking his time to prep you was making you go berserk. "Marc, baby.. I'm ready for you.. please just fuck me!" Words spewing out of you like you weren't about to climax the second time tonight. "fuck you..? don't ever call that.. we're.." You gasped once more as you felt his engorged tip pressing onto your hole.

"sshit– Marc..!" Your eyes widened as he pressed on further, fuck it was such a stretch for you. "we're.." another inch passed against your walls. "making.." another one– and when he finally bottoms out of you. "...love." Your legs on either side of your face as he thrusts slow and deep made you scream louder.

"Cazzo— mmngh.. la mia dolce metà.. you're being so sweet.. to me."

The egocentric English football man? Chris Prince, the world probably already knew him.. but you know him best. You've been by his side for as long as you know, and yet– you weren't dating at all.

The white-haired male had invited you out of nowhere for drinks, you didn't mind.. but it did pulled you out of your work even earlier than ever.

You found him at the entrance of a private bar, not even realizing how much celebrities were even counted here. You couldn't help but be amazed.

"Damn, you dragged me out here.. for drinks.." You teased the man as he chuckled. "What can I say, I like to treat the women in my life with the utmost—" "Shut your mouth, dickhead." The way his mouth dropped so fast made you giggle at him. "Gee, you know I'm treating you right now?"

You did know that, the way you held a damn martini was way more expensive than what you'd even pay for a night out. "Yes, thanks, Chris.." Your voice cooed at him— "Now tell me why'd you drag me out here.."

You burst out in more laughter by the hours gone by, Chris was just updating you about his life– from his football team, Manshine City, then his family, even going as far about the blue-lock program. "Can't believe those kids could catch up to you, huh?"

The way his face shifted into a pout, like a sad golden retriever, made your heart skip a beat. "Hey, they've gone on a hell lot of training to be good." You just hummed at his words, then placed a hand on his shoulder. "Seems like your life has been chaotic as ever."

Chris lowered his arm, grabbing onto the stool leg– then he effortlessly pulled your stool closer to his. The way you turned a bit shy at that. Honestly, you've forgotten how he has no personal boundaries with anyone. "And yours, babe?" He called you out as you huffed.

Fuck, you didn't knew how long you've been making out with Chris. You'd never done this with him, maybe because of all the drinks you've drank. "Chris—" You pulled away as a string of saliva connected you both.

Chris internally grunted at the way you've been straddling his lap. His big palm caressing your ass, grabbing the fat of it. You let out a small chuckle at his possessiveness. "Ffuck, doll.. so fucking sexy on my lap.." After that comment, a fire rose withing you as you rolled your hips down.

He was loud, groaning in your ear— "Baby, look at you.. all ready for me.." You've found yourself laying down at the backseat— the rich leather seats must've been stained from your previous climaxes. "Chris— agh..! not there..!"

You felt his pesky hands already under your underwear, touching you in all the right places. "You know.. I've been fantasizing about you for ages.." You didn't even properly listen to him, loving the pleasure you're experiencing.

"Fantasizing about this body— and nobody compares from you.." That's when your breath hitched as you gripped his neck. The feeling of your arms around him made his dick throb more than ever. "What are you saying..?" You huffed, wrapping your legs around his hips– your crotch angled with his.

"I'm saying I'm in love with you, you idiot." That's when you felt it, it led to your heart skipping another beat once more. "Really?" You heard the zipper of his pants slipped bringing, that fucking girthy of a dick he had.

"Just look at it, it's so swollen all because of you, my love.." Another clenched by you accommodating his girth– could you even fit him?

"Watch it, baby— I'm going to take what's rightfully mines from the start."

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yey56 · 11 days ago

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HARLEY SAWYER X PSYCHOLOGIST READER Pt3

How long had it been... Hours, days weeks, moths? You couldn't remember.

You had been wandering through the deeps of the factory for a long time now. At first you didn't really repair on food or water but later on your physical needs started to become more exigent.

To avoid starvation you had went up again to the offices to try and reach someplace that still had food left. Your first stop was in Harley's office where his lab coat still hanged from the chair. You put it on since yours had been taken off, probably while you were unconscious.

In the way of changing offices, a few of the smiling creatures attacked you, just as hungry as you. Voracious, brutal and animalistic.

Luckily you kept the gun you stole from the doctor so you were able to defend yourself, but it was thanks to killing the smiling creature that you remembered what they were...

They were people, they had flesh in them, they were food...

You didn't wander much longer. You took the three little bodies and stuck their limbs to your belt. They were dripping blood but at this point you didn't really care. You were hungry.

But when trying to get down to the sewers again, a bunch of the smiling creatures launched at you, making you fall through a whole on the floor.

The impact was not nice. The fall had made the toys go flying somewhere else but you couldn't be saved from the pain of the impact on the floor.

You fell on your legs and on of them ended up way more wounded than the other. Your face was littered with little bite marks of the toys who attempted to eat you.

Desperate to get somewhere save, you got up, groaning in pain and limping on one leg. You finally reached a placed that was seemingly still in construction. Prove of that was the giant crane.

Exhausted from walking and fighting for your live, you decided to make camp there. There was a cliff very near and a large door in front of you.

You decided to rest inside the cabin of the crane. you climbed on it and set your newfound food on the other seat. Finally succumbed to your exhaustion and fell asleep once you secured the door of the vehicle.

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The fact that Harley was unhappy was an understatement. He craved revenge for what Leith did, he craved control of the entire factory. He craved for your presence once again...

He had manage to set himself in the entire system of the factory, now being able to manipulate all of the electrical systems: the cameras, the microphones, the door and, by threatening with death, some toys that were still desperate enough to let themselves be subdued.

Yarnaby was the first one. He saw the doctor as his world, just as intended. For him, you and Sawyer were all he ever knew. If he was his whole world, you were the asteroid that surrounded it. A foreign constant he could always expect to look at.

Plus, you were nice to him and always caressed his yarn hair so he liked you very much. Therefore, he was happy to search for you per the doctors orders.

With Yarnabys search and with the whole cameras of the compound it should be easy to find you right? Well, no. It has almost been a moth since the hour of joy he was getting out of places to search, and also out of hope.

He considered that you might be in the unconstructed area he talked to you about in your recess, but if that was the case then he couldn't do much. That whole area was in process of adapting the terrain to make it constructable. There were no cameras, no wires, nothing...

He almost lost the little hope he had. That is until he spotted a human silluete on the camera of the corridor that led to the offices of the executives.

What's this?- he said to himself. He took a better look and identified that characteristic lab coat. It was his.

Finally. The relive he felt was almost magical. He moved all of the cameras to point right at you. You didn't notice that fact because of your hunger and exhaustion.

There you are- Harley was talking to himself as a way to assure that this was real.- my germ~

Sawyer quickly called for Yarnaby the moment he noticed you were going downstairs again. Yarnaby went as fast as he could, breaking walls, doors and whatnot.

The lion instead of finding you, found a whole on the floor and remaineings of blood. Even though he couldn't talk, the message was clear, he didn't have you.

He though about going for you himself but the physical bodies he had were still dependent to the main system. However, you will need to get more food eventually...

He decided to wait... For now.

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When you woke up the first thing you did was eating the smiling creatures you catched. You were starving and ate like an animal. Three small creatures were not enough to appease you hunger but they were enough to help you survive s few days more.

Down here it was cold. The was no calefaction system and there was a water source somewhere down the cliff that increased the humidity of the caves. Weak and wounded you hugged yourself in Harley lab coat. You didn't find anything telling in his office. It was immaculate as if nothing had happened.

You couldn't keep up like this. Surviving all on your own without a backpack to help you and with creatures as the prototype freed to roam wherever they wished you wouldn't last long.

You thought about Doey. He sure should have calmed down by now. Or maybe not.

Your second option was going upstairs again and trying to reach the exit. Or at least try to get to the main entrance level. There your only threat would be Huggy Wuggy.

You couldn't trust anyone down here. They are, indirectly or directly, your victims. So they would either want to take revenge on you or want to eat you. Neither of those were good options.

Then it clicked. The main system room. It was a labyrinth, which was both good and bad. But it had it's own electricity system, it had a endless supply of batteries and most importantly. It had an Omni-hand. Even without the backpack it would be incredibly useful to have one of those.

It was pretty far away from where you were but if you could get your hands on a map of the infrastructure of the building you might be able to go there.

Those maps were always near the constructions because the workers needed them so they knew what to destroy and what not to touch.

You decided to rest some more. It would be irresponsible and irrational to venture into the unknown zone with the injuries you sustained so you preferred to sleep a little bit first.

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After waking up, still in pain, you decided to make it quick so you wouldn't lose time.

You again decided to take a shortcut through the sewers. You didn't like that place, it was dirty, it smelled like shit and it was very dark.

And it was thanks that darkness that you found a group of little smiling creatures. Wounded and crying.

The moment one of them noticed you, probably the only human at the entire factory, they started panicking and screaming. You realised that they had way more awareness of they're situation and a better use of their cognitive abilities than other toys.

You tried calming them down, but some of them remembered you from the interviews and the phycological appointments they had before being turned.

And before you could get closer to them a sticky substance catches your torso and turned you back.

Recognising that doe like texture was not hard and Doeys expression of surprise also implied that he also recognised you even through the dim light of the sewers

Y/N! You're alive! How?- You're ok!!-he said in mix of happiness and doubt.- Where had you been? I searched for you- he told you, now lifting you by with his two arms, your feet barely touching the wet floor.

I haven't come here trying to inflict any harm.I just- I'm trying to get to the upper levels- you explained- Im going out of bullets...- you admitted.

No! No! No! You cannot go up! They are everywhere. He sees everywhere!- he settled you on the ground and took the little smiling creatures with hands- Come with me. We've been making a haven. You'll be safe there. Come on!

Doey started guiding you through the sewers system until you reached a placed that was before an infirmary.

There were a lot of toys and almost all of them seemed to know you from before. After all you were known for taking seriously the mental health of the experiments so you always made sure to have them as stable as possible, therefore, expending lots of time with the kids selected for the protect and with he toys after their transformations.

Doey was explaining you something you didn't catch. You weren't really listening. The injuries in your leg and the little but sharp bite marks that covered your body distracting you from anything else.

You were quite impressed with the haven. You always knew that Mathew was a charismatic leader for the little ones but you never expected this.

You constructed ...all this? How did you gather so many... People?- you asked caressing a red bears head who you remembered from the interviews. The toy also remembered you and didn't seemed to see you in a bad light, leaning into your touch.

Yes, after the hour of Joy and.... Well, my outbursts...- he couldn't look at you. Deep inside kevin was still ashamed of letting his anger go.-

Poppy reunited some of the toy- you interrupted him- POPPY?!! Elliots child? Is she here?!- You knew that Poppy was probably one of the most intelligent toys, and more important a vindictive one.

She could easily turn every single toy in this factory against you of she proposed it. Apparently they have forgot, or chosen to forgot that you were an accomplice in all of this. This stability was not something commun here, and you weren't willing to risk this

She was always in confinement and you had been the only one allowed to talk to her as the head psychologist of the company. At first she fascinated you. She tried to downplay her intelligence to no avail but you could see something more in her. Something you didn't quite knew what it was. Something similar to hate and resentment, buried deep inside of her.

No, we don't know where she is. It's like she disappeared...- The Doughman explained.

Then I need to find that doll- you murmured to yourself. You were already paranoic enough with The Prototype roaming free and now, this. You couldn't let this get out of control. Your survival was at risk.

ABSOLUTELY NOT!!- The doe exclaimed. Looking at you as if you were mad- you can't go outside. Not anymore. Here you are safe.- His empty eyes expressed fear and regret- Mo- Y/N I'm sorry I yelled at you. I don't know what happened for you to... Free us all at once but don't go! Please...- you could hear the crack of his voice. Probably Mathews since he was always the most sensible one.

Look, I don't know if you know but The Doctor has set up traps everywhere, lots of traps. And-and his thugs patrol every corridor! Its not safe out there. Please, stay here. You are welcomed in the haven.- He pleaded.

The doctor? Who--He interrupted you- Harley Sawyer. He has the control of the whole factories system.

Harley! He's alive?!- You jumped out, questioning him about your ex- partner? coworker???kisser??

Yes, he's inside the systems. He controls everything and as I've said he has made impossible to go to certain areas.- The resentment was evident in his voice.

So that's what they did to him, yes, I understand- You paced around the room, frantically murmuring to yourself. An old habit you had that you never really grew out of. Doey knew that sometimes you just responded to yourself. You did it when he refused to talk or while ranting about anything.- It makes sense, so that was Leith's plan, reduce us both....

What are you talking about?- Now Doey was confused. You looked up at him. Realising you were still in the haven.- The reason I opened the cells. The reason I let you all free...- You looked at him, dead in the eye, with the same seriousness you had when you left- They were trying to make me into another experiment, 1812- Doeys eyes went wide. That's why you acted so strange that day. That's why you were in a medical robe for that day. (You stole some pants, shoes and a shirt from one of the corpse of the employees a few weeks ago)- He sure has access to my archives..- you continued mumbling

I'm serious Y/N, he has turned crazy!- He warned you- He hunt us, he sends his monsters to hunt us. He sickens us!!

You revalued your options. You wanted to know what happened to Harley. But you also needed the medical care and stability the haven offered you. Plus this toys don't seem to be as angry with you as the ones outside.

All right, I'll stay. It's safer here- You responded, Doey smiled happy- But I need to go back for something in my former office first.- The documents of what they were trying to turn you into, you wanted to read them in detail. You left them when the hour of Joy started.

Doey agreed to wait for you to come back..little did he knew what mess you would get yourself into.

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You had finally reached the office, you didn't had they key you so your resorted to kick it down.

Heavy steps could be heard outside and the sound of sharp paws resonated against the floor. Your knuckles tightening around the empty gun

You gun had gone out of bullets while trying to get here so you were basically defenseless. You took a look at one of the chairs of the office and decided to tear down one of the sticks supporting it.

It was made of metal and even if it wasn't as effective as a fire weapon, it was the best you had.

You took quiet steps through the corridors, trying to recognise what creature was wondering around without being noticed by it.

You heard the steps, behind you. Turning around violently you felt relieved as you saw Yarnaby. At lest it was not Catnap, or The Prototype or something else...

Your relieve was cut short by the lion lunging at you and basically jumping right on top of you. You were sure Quinn was not going to eat you but still you didn't like the feeling of being restricted.

Hey Quinn- You said breathlessly- long time no see, kid.- His head turned to the side at the sound of his name and without much though he took you carefully in his big, vertical mouth. Like a lioness carrying a baby lion.

Yarnaby, put me down yes?- Alarmed, you tried to reason with the lion- Come on, I have somewhere to be- Just as you said that he started running and in the process you hit your head against a wall. Falling unconscious due to your "little" friends carelessness.

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When Yarnaby brough a seemingly lifeless body into the lair of the doctor. He felt like slapping his screen at the disappointment. That's until he saw that the "corpse" was not bloody (barely bloody) and that Yarnaby seemed to leave it in the floor with great care.

The lion just lied next to the body. Waiting for his masters approval. No. It couldn't be, could it?

Finally you were there safe and sound as safe as one could be down here.

He took your face in his metallic hands. You looked thinner, sicker and paler. Pathetic in all sense of the word. But alive, pathetic but alive.

He saw the lab coat you were wearing. It has his.

He caressed the lions hair- Well done Yarnaby, well done- He said softly with a satisfied feeling. He will ignore the fact that an hematoma was growing in the side of your head for now.

He layed you down in a bed in the back of the system that held his brain. Looking at you intensely, illuminating your face with the glow of his screen.

He could feel his hard cold touch against you skin. Probably the only one with skin down here.- You have caused so much trouble you know?- Sawyer talked to your unconscious body, caressing your skin as the last time he kissed you.- But that's ok. You're here now, (Y/N)- He said your name slowly, as if savouring it. Brushing a finger through your lips. Parted, dry and broken. Still there where like a pillow for him.

He stared feeling movement, with you opening your eyes slightly and trying to incorporate yourself. -Hmm? Where?- I have to stop getting unconscious. Fuck!- you hissed when you felt the sharp pain in your head ( thank Yarnaby). You were receive by a big eye that was impossibly close to your face.

You eyes opened and before you could even muster a work, the monitor said with the velvet voice you recognised so well.- Welcome back, my germ. I'm so glad you're finally awake. We have matters to discuss- Sawyer finished touching your face with his screen

The Doctor fanart.

This here are Leith Pierre, my oc Marta Méndez and Harley Sawyer. Respectedly.

THATS IT, CHAP3 DONE.

#x reader #drawing #harley sawyer x reader #harley sawyer #poppy playtime doey #poppy playtime the doctor #poppy playtime chapter 4 #poppy playtime #the doctor #yarnaby #fanfic #fanart

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jeonginsleftcheek · 4 months ago

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Precious

pairing: hyunjin x gn!reader

genre: smut, fluff

a/n: just a drabble about worshipping hyune's pretty hands (turned out longer whoops - 1.9k)

warnings: finger sucking, handjob, cum eating

(this is for you @jehhskz 🥹🩷)

~Masterlist

You eagerly awaited for your boyfriend to come home after preparing everything you needed to pamper him.

He was running a bit late, probably getting hung up at the studio.

You hear the jingling of keys and him unlocking the door a little bit after 10pm.

"Darling, I'm home!" Hyunjin yells from the door and you chuckle excitedly, making your way to him.

"Hey." he smiles softly when he sees you.

"Hey there." you whisper back as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest, your head on his heartbeat.

He caresses your hair softly and you revel in the feeling of his hands on you.

"Are you hungry?" you ask.

"No, I ate with the guys." he mutters into you, inhaling your sweet shampoo and pressing a kiss to your head.

"Good, I need you to close your eyes." you add and he chuckles, looking back at you. "I have a surprise for you."

"What did you do?" he asks with a sweet smile, excited to see what you had prepared for him this time around.

"You'll see. Just close your eyes." you nudge him and he leans in closer to your face.

"Give me a kiss first and then ask more nicely." he smirks and you look at him with a playful smile.

"Fine." you huff in fake annoyance, leaning in to kiss him.

Hyunjin's pretty hand wraps around your neck, holding you in place as he pushes his tongue in, kissing you until you're almost breathless.

"Close your eyes, please." you say after parting and he looks at you with lust blooming in his eyes.

"Of course, darling." he smirks and finally closes his eyes as you lead him to the living room.

You make him sit on the couch, his legs spread slightly, making room for you to kneel between them.

"Am I getting a blowjob?" he chuckles, his eyes still closed but you guess he heard the thud of your knees as you landed on the carpet.

"Not exactly." you smirk even though he can't see you.

You pull the coffee table closer to you and your boyfriend's eyebrows come together in confusion.

"Can I open my eyes now?"

"Yeah." you say and when he does, the confusion doesn't leave his face.

"What's all this?" he points to the coffee table which holds a small basin filled with water and some kind of nice smelling soap, a bunch of nail products and almond oil.

"I want to worship your hands." you bite on your lip and his cheeks become rosy at the thought.

"What does that entail?" you can hear that his breathing has picked up now, no doubt that his imaginative mind has already ran through different things you could do with his hands.

"You'll see." you wiggle your brows at him and he chuckles, shaking his head.

"Alright, love. Do whatever you want." he smirks.

You gently take Hyunjin's right hand in yours, bringing it to the basin filled with warm water, hovering it above the liquid before you scoop some of it with in your palm, letting it drop on the top of his hand.

Hyunjin is silent as he observes you, both of you holding eye contact as you submerge his hand into the water, gently washing it with the soap, massaging it into his hand, bubbles appearing on his skin.

Some low piano music plays somewhere in the background, your favorite scented candle creating a tender and quiet atmosphere where only the sounds of sloshing water follow the piano notes.

After washing the soap off, you grab a fluffy cloth, gently drying his hand before you grab his left one and repeat the process.

Hyunjin's pupils are dilated and he stares at you quietly, admiration evident in his eyes as well as arousal at seeing you on your knees, being so pretty for him, handling his precious hands with such gentleness and love.

After you dry off his left hand, you bring it to your lips, pressing kiss after kiss into his knuckles, continuing onto his right hand and Hyunjin visibly melts at the sweet gesture.

You bring your attention only to the right hand now, kissing the top of it before you take the almond oil and pour some in your hands.

You gently stroke the top of his hand with your palm, applying the oil from the base to the tip of his fingers, listening to his breathing and the sweet piano in the background.

You flip his hand over, pressing the tips of your fingers gently into his, working the oil into his skin towards the wrist then back up to the tips.

Hyunjin's eyes flutter, his cheeks become redder and his lips pouty as you keep repeating the motions, relief and arousal washing over his body at something so simple yet so intimate.

You keep watching his reactions, every single twitch on his face is noticeable and you continue your ministrations before ending it with a kiss to his palm.

His left hand gets the same attention, and by now you can clearly see that Hyunjin's pants are getting tighter right before your eyes.

He doesn't acknowledge it, only keeps his focus on you as you pinch the tip of his pinky firmly before starting to massage his fingers with your thumb, going from the base up.

His lips are parted and eyes hooded as he stares at you with so much love that you feel like your heart and your core will burst into fireworks.

You give attention to every finger, repeating the motions on his other hand, watching Hyunjin subtly nudge his middle forwards and you smirk at him.

He still doesn't say anything, lulled in the soft and quiet moment as you press your thumb to the back of his hand, sliding it towards his wrist slowly, pressing into him and a little gasp escapes his lips.

You work your way to his thumb, massaging the webbed area between the thumb and index finger in circular motions, making Hyunjin bite on his lip and pull himself even closer to you.

Still holding eye contact, you bring his hand close to your face and start pressing gentle, lingering kisses to his fingertips and Hyunjin slowly but surely starts losing it.

But, you're nowhere near done as you do the same to his other hand and then go back to massage the back of his wrist.

Hyunjin tries to let you do your thing, ignoring his hard cock now leaking in his boxers, twitching and begging for attention, but it proves too difficult, his free hand coming up to cup himself through his sweatpants.

"Want some help, my prince?" you say in a sultry tone and he whines, nodding quickly.

You take both his hands in yours, peppering kisses all over his smooth skin before you let them go and hook your fingers in his sweatpants.

He lifts up as you pull them down with his boxers and your eyes immediately fall on his hard member, the tip leaking with excitement.

Your hand comes up to cup his balls, massaging them gently and Hyunjin whimpers, pushing into your palm as you run your hand on his length to the tip, dipping into his slit and playing with the pre-cum, smearing it before you capture his tip between your thumb and index finger, giving it a few teasing and slow strokes.

The pad of you thumb presses into his slit again, running against it and Hyunjin can't helping pushing into you again.

You lean over him, gathering spit in your mouth before you let it drop and coat his head, making him gasp and twitch.

His hand cups you cheek as you wrap yours around his cock, with slow languid strokes you spread your spit all over his length, making it slide more easily as you continue effectively massaging his throbbing length.

You wrap your other hand around him too, making the strokes more purposeful and heavy as Hyunjin keeps gasping and breathing hard, his eyes fluttering between staring at your face lustfully and being closed in pure bliss.

His thumb makes his way to your lower lip, and he presses into it slightly.

Your lips part immediately and Hyunjin slides his thumb into your mouth, sliding it across your wet muscle until it's all in and he presses it into your tongue, making you whimper quietly around him.

A small smirk appears on his lips as you continue stroking him, gently twisting your wrist at the head of his cock, your lips wrapped around his thumb as you start sucking on it.

"My beautiful lover. Is this what you envisioned when you said you'd worship my hands?" Hyunjin's smirk becomes bigger as he slowly moves his thumb like he's fucking your mouth with it.

"Mm." you moan around him, your eyes hooded and your middle throbbing with need.

"Look so pretty like this. But maybe you need more." your hands stutter on him as he pulls his thumb out, coated in your saliva and presses the tips of his middle and ring finger on your lips.

You give in immediately, letting him push them in slowly until they're deep inside your mouth, tickling you and making you choke a little as you lean your head back slightly.

"Yeah, this is what you like." Hyunjin nods to himself with a cocky grin and you whimper, cupping his balls with one hand while the other continues stroking him, a little faster than before.

At the same time, you start bobbing your head on his fingers, sucking on them and matching the pace of your hand on his cock.

"Fuck, darling." Hyunjin gasps, his hips jolting into your hands, his fingers meeting your movement as he fucks them into your mouth.

"So good for me." his other hand wraps gently around your throat, holding you in place as he moves his fingers faster inside your mouth, your spit coating them and dribbling down your chin.

Hyunjin's cock twitches in your hold and you know he's close with the way his balls tighten in your other hand, he's throbbing all over for you, so close to sweet release.

The hand that was holding your neck now tangles in your hair as he grips it and you push your face down on his fingers, choking on them as you suck, your hand speeding up sloppily jerking him off and driving him wild as he moans loudly.

"Gonna cum for you, ah!" Hyunjin whimpers, pulling your head closer and you release him, letting him take control as he jerks himself off while looking down at you darkly.

With a whine, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, pressing your lips down to leave you open so he can bring his cock on your tongue just as he starts cumming, spurts of the warm liquid land on your lips.

He pushes it in as he's cumming, replacing his fingers and pushing his release down your throat as you whimper and choke, swallowing every last drop of his essence.

"Are you okay?" he grabs your face immediately after he pulls out and you cough a little.

"Yeah, perfect." you chuckle and turn your head to kiss his palm.

"You're amazing, you know that?" Hyunjin smiles fondly at you. "Thank you for loving me." he leans down to capture your lips in his as you lift up to meet him half way.

"Thank you for letting me love you." you whisper against his lips before indulging in another loving kiss with your precious boyfriend.

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butteronabun · 6 months ago

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woah, it’s just so easy to be sentimental

– an alhaitham x female reader, fwb au

overview: this conversation with him was eventually coming—it’s alhaitham, after all.

wc: 1.3k

notes: this is a modern au! also, implied smexy times but nothing explicit happens. c:

“What do you even benefit from this?” You finally speak, after two minutes of catching your breath.

You’re currently laying on top of Alhaitham, with the side of your head buried on his enormous chest. He places the plush quilt on your lower body, and his hand stays on your back.

You hear his heartbeat calming down.

But now, yours is the opposite. Forget about regaining your composure, now that the question is out—a question long overdue by the way—you have no choice but to swallow your anxiety and face it. You finally asked him.

And this is a good thing, right? At least, even if his answer will probably shatter you just like how Cyno broke Tighnari’s window, the annoying questions in your head can finally shut up. Right?

Who are you kidding? You feel like you’re going to combust. It's Alhaitham. Who knows what he’s gonna answer?

“. . .You could actually choose other people than me to be your fuckbuddy, you know. There are far better candidates out there.” You remark, and you feel your chest tighten. Why is this so hard? You feel like breaking down. “Like, like. Um. I don’t know. Maybe that one girl from your Darshan? She seems really nice. Real gorgeous, too.”

Ah, yes. Here it comes. Comparing yourself to other women. Great. Now it’s harder than before. Sooner or later, you’ll have to participate in your own solo 'Try Not To Cry Challenge In Front of The Man Who Literally Folded You in Half Moments Ago.'

You feel Alhaitham’s pec vibrate on your cheek when he replies, “I have my reasons.”

Damn him and his reasons. You need his answers. Unfiltered answers. “Then give me one.”

You tense when his thumb of his hand—that’s still remained on your back—begin to rub through the fabric of the blanket. As your cheeks steam, you shut your eyes tightly from the sensation, wishing that Alhaitham won’t notice. But since he continues his ministrations anyway, it’s safe to conclude that he did. Sometimes, he’s a bastard. ( But you like him, though. And that sucks. Maybe. Maybe not. )

He supplies, “Our bodies are already familiar with each other. I’m not interested in getting intimate with another and testing the waters. That takes too much of my time.”

Right. During your first and second sessions with Alhaitham, he seized the moments and explored what worked for you and what worked for him. What worked for the both of you.

“Okay.”

Perhaps, what he has said is already enough for you - but it’s bullshit in your own opinion if you think you’ll only be satisfied with that. You need to know more. Even if it’ll probably lead to your doom. Why can’t you just be relieved for once? Why are you always curious? Ugh, you really have it in you to become one of Vahumana’s top students! “What are the other reasons, then?”

His caressing comes into a halt. “Do you really want to know?

Wow. Now that sure is ominous. You open your eyes at that. The blunt Alhaitham asking you if you want to know? You lift your head from his chest and blink up at him in disbelief. You try to think of other things just so you can ignore the nervous ache in your stomach.

But it’s all pointless! Everything inside this room is all Alhaitham. Everything reminds him of you, because this is his room, for archon’s sake! You sigh heavily, and stare at his irritatingly handsome face. You, sadly, have no choice.

Even if you’ve seen this sight a hundred times already and even up close considering you’ve, ahem, with him, he still makes you flustered. One gaze and you’re out. One gaze and all your clothes are on the floor.

Not to mention, it’s just so unfair that despite all the activities you’ve both shared, he’s still so attractive. And he’s glowing. How? Why are you so lucky? And out of all the people in the world, how did you end up in his bed?

The curiosity itches.

You poke at his skin repeatedly. “That’s why I’m asking? Why are you being sus, Alhaitham?”

He sends you a flat look. “Do you mean ‘suspicious’?”

You grin playfully at him. It’s hilarious to see him get offended whenever you use some slangs that he finds nonsensical. This is what he gets—you provoking him with words that he thinks are embarrassments to the languages.

Alhaitham exhales through his nose, then resumes on rubbing your back. “Give me a minute. I’m trying to weigh the pros and the cons. Apparently, it’s hard on my part because you are an unpredictable one.”

Your eyes sparkle. Now that the anxiousness has dissipated away, it’s replaced with excitement. “Ooh, this is new!” Alhaitham doesn’t open up much regarding his personal thoughts, so you’re relishing on this. “I’m a challenge to you?”

“Very much so.”

Really? A challenge for the intelligent Alhaitham? You? You chuckle, “Maybe you’re overthinking this!”

“Maybe I am.”

Then, you return to your position once more, content on making his chest a pillow. “So do you think I’m complicated?”

“Do you want the truth?”

You huff. So many short questions and responses. You’re literally giving him the hint that he has the permission to tell you. “I didn’t reach out to you for nothing. What I like about you is that you’re brutally honest.”

Then, it’s quiet.

Alhaitham’s thumb is still rubbing on your back. You grow a little worried, wondering why he has stopped answering. You’re about to raise your head again, until his available hand rests on top of it, preventing you from taking a glance at whatever expression he’s making.

“I have read a lot of books that are incredibly complicated—books that make people drop immediately because they find it hard to grasp and comprehend. Fortunately for me, I am not that type of person. I like the challenge, especially if it requires critical thinking. And in return, I gain new knowledge. I gain new lessons.”

Trying to make sense of it all, you hum inquisitively, “So, your point is?”

“So even if you are a mess—” “Hey!” “—Even if there are times that I find it difficult to understand your intentions or your actions, I have no plans of leaving you.”

Your heart performs somersaults.

Oh. Oh.

All this? Coming from Alhaitham himself?

Impossible. There's just no way he said all that.

The words that you do not want to disclose reveal itselves anyway. “And. . .” You murmur, “. . .if you’re satisfied? W–will you abandon me like your other books that are gathering dust on the top shelves?”

“I’ll give you a chance to reflect on what you’ve just said. Your claims are as false as what the flat earthers fight for.” Alhaitham admonishes.

You are now the one who is rendered speechless. You don’t know if you should laugh again because the flat earthers became an example or if you should just stay silent. You don’t think you can take what he’s about to say next.

The organ inside your ribcage squeezes, and gradually, you quiver. The nervousness makes its grand entrance again.

You detach yourself from his chest once more, and meet his indifferent gaze. It’s expected, but your heart begins to pound when you realize that his eyes seem too intense this time.

“Alhaitham. . .?”

“For the record, I don’t abandon the books. I read them once a year. And again, don’t compare yourself to bad similes—if you want me to revise it, I will be more than glad to construct one now.” The hand that’s on top of your head slides down, and he grabs your chin with his thumb and index finger.

( Him and his habit of correcting your figures of speech. He always finds a way to insert this in every conversation, even in the most ridiculous and most serious of scenarios. )

“So,” Alhaitham lowers his eyelids, and you swallow. “Do you get what I’m trying to imply?”

You do.

And you’re not sure if you want to say yes.

Because once you nod or affirm, there’s no turning back from this.

#alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x female reader #melted.butter #ALHAITHAM YAYYY #my comfort character #like my diluc fic the title is also from a song #home by luke chiang uwu #i miss alhaitham #also finally??? FINALLY #i post smth about this man #2023 me was better at writing alhaitham so idk if my 2024 self is still #aight with his character #gsjhdjdj like diluc he’s also a challenge

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herstarburststories · 5 months ago

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sitting on gator tillman's face to shut him the fuck up.

a/n: I know this is lateee, I'll post two kinktobers today and two tomorrow to get on the right track of the days. beware> oral sex (female receiving), hate/love relationship, mentions of humping, and dirty talk

Gator Tillman gets on your nerves sometimes.

No, scratch that. He always gets on your nerves. You don’t know what irks you most about him: the stupid smirk; that disgusting vape; his baseless facede of confidence; the constant teasing sarcasm in his words, if he were incapable of taking anything seriously; or, maybe, it was how he was so impossibly gorgeous even when he was bleeding out.

Gator irritates you more than any other being, from the poor excuse of a politicians to the stupid policimen that you face from time to time at the station.

So, it’s good to finally shut up his mouth. Even better, you’d put it for a good use for once.

His brown eyes glow and widen as he looks up to you, naked body impatient on the mattress as he nibbles on his bottom lip in anticipation. Tillman's cock is already hard only from making out and some humping. It’s so easy to get him all worked up for you.

You throw your shirt away, and Gator lets out a quiet grunt his response. His idiotic lips are parted slightly as he watches your tits. You aren’t wearing a bra and fuck, he just wants to touch you, but for right now, this isn’t about him. Well, not directly.

This is about how furious you are because Gator Tilmman has no right to make you feel like a high school girl discovering how a crush felt. You were always surrounded by a light-hearted feeling that made you want to do a dumb thing like kiss his smoke lips in the back of a bar or jump in front of a bullet to save his ungrateful ass.

How did you, of all people, develop a crush for Gator? Gator is, well, Gator! – a pathetic, cocky son of a bitch. Come on, you’re smarter than that! You’ve gotta be a masochist.

Nonetheless, you get rid of your pants and underwear, pussy almost dripping for this idiot. Tillman whimpers at the sight, licking his lips. The only thoughts revolving around in his head are: I need to taste you.

''Fuck.''

You glance at him, the beginnings of a smile lightening your features. The big, bad deputy certainly doesn’t have the usual arrogant look on his face now.

You still have your boots on when you climb on top of the bed, and Gator doesn’t seem to care one bit. If anything, his livid, chocolate orbs catch a glimpse of you, naked and climbing on top of him, only wearing those fucking boots. He gulps, not remembering the last time he’s been this turned on. He is a goner.

You place your hands on his shoulders, and you’re sitting on his legs. The wetness of your needy cunt makes a mess there. Part of you wants to ride his thigh, rubbing until you achieve your share of relief. You have a thought or two about just taking his length inside you — how couldn’t you? The tip of his hardness is pressing against your belly, his desire palpable from the precum sluicing your skin. When Gator groans, it’s almost silent; animalistic, even. He grabs your hip as if you were his. God, you want to be, but not today.

Tillman leans in to capture your mouth in another savage kiss, but you pull back. He gives you a confused look. “Wh--”

“That's not where I want your mouth.”

At first, his eyes go wild and you can see him swallwing, salivating, And then, Gator offers your that malicious grin. It’s filled to the brim with confidence. “Well, dollface,” he breathes, and you groan at the stupid nickname he probably gives to every single woman he meets. Son of a bitch. “What’s it to you, then? You want me to get on top of you so I can fuck you nice and slow?” You are about to laugh at his face over the implication of being dominated by him, but Gator's fingers slide into a clandestine meeting with your clit, carefully caressing it as if you were lovers. All you can do now is sink your nails into his skin and moan, shamefully loud. “Or you want to ride my thigh? Come without even touching my cock like a good slut?”

That wasn’t your plan, but it felt so good. If Tillman's fingers are that heavenly, fucking his cock might turn you into a goddess, but you can’t.

You aren’t going to give in that easily. He tried to give you orders through the whole day at the station. The others might have a high tolerance for moods of Roy Tillman's son, but you don’t. You’re going to teach him a thing or two about shutting the hell up.

You push his hand away, your body aching as if you broke a bone. Yet, you persevered as you took a deep breath and grinned impishly at Gator, devouring the despair in his eyes when he no longer has his hand on you.

“You talk way too much, Tillman.” Your fingertips trace a line from his jaw to his neck, trailing down his chest; always following his foolish, adorable freckles. You catch a glimpse of goosebumps rising under your touch. It only causes your smirk to go wider. Gator is glaring at you with raised brows, and you push him to lay on his back.

His cock twitching is proof enough that he enjoyed that.

You press your warmth on his length, retracting your hips when he tried to get inside you. Gator lets out a beautiful, frustrated grunt.

“Dollface...” Now that’s better. And suddenly he’s groaning your name, fully aware only you are giving him pleasure. This is personal, this is dwindling, it’s everything you both have been craving.

“You talk too much, Gator. Always trying to look like the fucking man in the room” You’re basically climbing on him now, your pussy enjoying the small relief of friction from Tillman's hips, his stomach, his chest. You opt to sit there. “Someone should shut you up.”

Gator wishes he could answer. He wants to smirk at you, bring up other teasing comments only to get more of this. You are frisky and dominant – everything his body and soul begged for. Yet, he can’t bring himself to do anything other than lean his head forward in an attempt to catch your pussy with his lips. You smell so good. He can’t wait to taste you. He just wants to eat you out, but you pull away from him with a laugh as if you found amusement in his suffering. Fuck, he’s getting even harder

Gator Tillman is so touch-starved for anything you’re willing to give him.

You rise from his chest, your wetness leaving him soaked. He can’t complain, though. Not when you blessed him with the sight of paradise.

That’s it, Gator decides. Your cunt is the best thing he has ever seen, and he needs to toy with it.

Because you’re over his head, literally. Knees to the mattress on each side of his head, your pussy is right on his face, so appetizing and wet all for him.

“Dollface..” he tries, but you are quick to stop him. It’s a good thing. He’d probably make a fool out of himself from begging to let him touch you, just a little.

“Shh, sweetheart. Just shut up.” Gator barely catches a glimpse of pleasure for that before you sit on his face. “Now eat me out.”

Nevermind, this is his heaven.

You bite your lower lip, trying to regain some composure as you coil your fingers around the bedpost, nails pressed so strenuously into the hardwood there that you wouldn’t be surprised if you left marks carved there. What else are you supposed to do? Gator doesn’t waste any time when you sit on his face, eating you out like you’re a fucking meal and he’s a starving man. His chin and lips and nose are all wet from you.

This man is fucking hungry for you.

“I knew that pretty mouth of yours could go to good use, baby,” you mumbled amidst his pornographic groans, grinding your hips down to ride his face. Gator shoves his tongue inside your warmth, finding comfort between your tight walls.

He pulls away, but only because he needs to breathe. Tillman nibbles on your inner thigh, smirking when you whine for him. So gorgeous and delicious. He gets your clit between his teeth carefully — this isn’t supposed to hurt.

You inhale sharply, looking down to catch him in the act. He looks so hot like his, eating you out with his viridescent gaze fixed on your face as if you were his grand enlightenment. You look like everything he never thought he could have when you were like this: sitting on his face and giving yourself to him, glancing at Gator with your hands fixed on the headboard and tresses of your hair falling on your face.

After this, he has to kiss you some more. He just has to.

For now, though, the deputy is more than happy eating out his prey. He enjoys every aspect of this. You taste as if you were made to be this good for him. The tip of his tongue brushes your G-spot, and he can’t wait for you to come.

The idea of tasting your orgasm makes his cock ache deeply in the best ways possible. Gator's freaking sure he’s about to come untouched because of your needy cunt.

He licks your clit before enveloping you with his lips, sucking on you at your neediest. You begin to lose your cognitive senses, melting into a screaming mess and pressing your pussy closer to him. Tillman is almost suffocating, and he couldn’t be happier.

Your thighs tighten around his ears, a cry leaving your lips as Gator focuses all his attention on your clit. He only pauses to sink his tongue into your warm wetness before coming back to your sensitive spot.

You clutch the bedpost as if you are holding onto dear life as you come all over Gator's face. He tries to catch all of you — not because he doesn’t want to get dirty, but because he ain’t gonna miss one single drop of your juice.

You taste so fucking good, much better than anything he has ever put on his tongue. Tillman is an addict now, and he can’t get enough of your cunt, your cum, or you.

He licks you clean, getting the most he can of you, and you whine through the intense sensation of freedom that comes with it. Fuck Gator and his spoiled tongue.

You get up with trembling legs. Your hand slides to find his hard cock and offer what relief you can, but you just find milky come on his stomach.

Did he come only from eating you out?

Holy fuck.

You make the mistake of looking at his face after that realization. He’s breathless, glancing at you and licking your juices off his lips. He looks flushed and satisfied, smirking with dimpled cheeks. You can see your come on his chin and nose. “Remind me to never stop talking if this is how you’re gonna shut me up.”

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viperify · 4 months ago

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Kinktober 2024 | 𝗼𝗰𝘁 𝟭𝟳: ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Let me take care of you. | pt. 2

Read Part One before!

Short summary: After the encounter in the Prefect’s Bathroom, you two decide to meet again. Will this night change everything between you two?

Warnings: 18+ only! virgin!reader, loss of virginity, soft sex

A/N: Sorry this took so long but I am working on a whole Tom fanfic on Wattpad and AO3 so that also keeps me busy. Plus school is stressing me tf out. On another note, I am kinda proud of this one hehe. Feel free to leave feedback!! <3

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“Let’s get us dry now, hm?” Tom encouraged, shifting his position to sit upright. You protested, furrowing your eyebrows. “Wanna stay here with you, please.”

“What have I gotten myself into?” He shook his head slightly, grinning. “Meet me in my dorm later today? You have the entire night to cuddle with the best student of Hogwarts.”

You abruptly sat up, playfully smacking his bare chest. “I can’t believe you, Riddle!”

He was right, though, about the getting out of the bath part at least. The water in the bathtub had cooled down and you started to feel quite cold, despite the close body contact with the brunette.

Just after you stood up, water droplets dripping down your naked body, you realized you were now standing right in front of Tom, who was still sat against the bathtub, your exposed self on full display.

His eyes, first glued to yours, were now steadily trailing downwards, his piercing gaze sending shivers down your spine. Yes, of course he had pretty much touched every part he was now slowly taking in, though how your curves looked was left up to his imagination. Well, until now at least.

Instinctively, you tried covering yourself with your hands, but Tom was quick to stop you.

“Don’t ever hide yourself from me, pretty girl. You look absolutely stunning, even better than I had ever imagined.” His lips met your lower sternum, trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses all over your tummy. Your hands gripped his brunette locks, sweet little moans escaping your parted lips as you closed your eyes at the sensation. Tom placed one more kiss on the mound of your cunt, making you giggle, slightly tugging on his hair to warn him.

“You have thought of me like this?” You gasped, as he continued kissing down your thighs. He then paused, meeting your surprised expression with his lust filled eyes. Finally, he stood up as well, his taller figure towering over you.

He caressed the back of your head, and leaned in, finally closing the gap between the both of you.

“Every.” kiss “Single.” kiss “Day.” kiss.

His words made you blush, now thinking of what he might have been doing while imagining you all naked in front of him.

Suddenly, you felt his touch on the back of your knees, lifting you into his arms. You squealed at the swift motion, and Tom carried you out of the tub.

He then grabbed a towel you had already prepared beforehand and dried you up, with tenderness you couldn’t even have fathomed.

“You do this often?” You asked him teasingly, raising an eyebrow.

“Just admit I am good at taking care of the birthday girl.”

Arrogant bastard, you thought.

“I hate you”

“You don’t, princess.”

“What did you just call me?”

In the meanwhile, Tom had started getting dressed, ignoring your question.

“Don’t ever call me that again, Riddle.” By the time you realized you should probably get dressed as well, Tom was already done. “Hurry up. I don’t have all day. Or do you need help putting on clothes as well?” He grinned, walking over to you.

A blush formed on your cheeks, bending down to fetch your robes.

Smack.

You yelped, turning around to meet Tom’s amused expression. “You did not!” You exclaimed.

“Turn around so I can do it again.” The brunette said, a smug grin on his face. His hands grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Out, Riddle. Leave!” You demanded, shaking your head.

“Want a goodbye kiss, please.” He leaned in, but you turned your head to the side. “Be nice if you want a kiss.” Tom laughed. “Tom Riddle doesn’t have to be nice to get what he wants, princess.”

“Not with me.” You giggled.

“Alright. Going to be nice.”

“Good.” You let him have his goodbye kiss in the end.

“Now get dressed. If anyone sees you like this I might have to kill them. See you later tonight.” He winked at you and with that, he left.

As soon as the door closed behind the brunette, you exhaled sharply. You did not just do all of that with the boy you were meant to hate, right?

The rest of the afternoon you spent reading a book your parents had gotten you for your last year at Hogwarts. It had just turned 8pm when you got ready to head to Tom’s dorm, about to meet him again.

You knocked on his door and could already feel your heart thumping in your chest. Why were you that nervous?

He opened the door, smirking when he saw it was you. “Come in.” His dorm was quite spacious, the other boys being out for Christmas as well. It was getting dark, and the Slytherin house being located under the ground did not help the case. Thus, he had a few candles lit, giving the room a cozy feeling. He seemed to even have prepared, putting up some more cushions and blankets on his bed. The scent of his perfume lingered in the air, drawing your attention back to the brunette in front of you.

“I got you something. It’s not much but I hoped you would like it” He got a bouquet of flowers from his nightstand, handing them to you.

“Tom you did not have to get me anything.” You whispered, taking in the pretty flowers he had gifted you.

“It’s your birthday.” He stated, and you closed the gap between you two, capturing him in a passionate kiss. “Thank you, I appreciate it a lot.”

He just smiled and kissed you again, finding your waist to guide you two towards the bed, so you were now sitting on his lap on the edge of his bed, making out with him. Your hand trailed up his back, until they found his brunette curls, playing with them.

As the kiss got more heated, Tom’s hands found their way up your shirt, cupping your breasts under the burgundy red lace bra you were wearing. A soft moan escaped your lips, and you both took a moment to catch your breath. He tugged on the fabric of your shirt, his fingers playing with its top button. “Take it off?” He asked, his eyes meeting yours.

You knew where this would lead and couldn’t help but feel a slight bit of anxiety form in your stomach. It’s not like you did not want to, but the thought of it still made you nervous.

“Tom”

“Hmm?”

“I have never- uh - done this before.” Your face heated up, and you lowered your head. “No?” He asked, his hand caressing your cheek. When you only nodded, he kissed you again, softly this time. “I didn’t mean to rush you into anything. If you aren’t comfortable yet, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”

You shook your head. “No, I do want to. Please.”

Slowly, you took off your top, and his eyes wandered to the soft lace covering your chest. “So pretty. All for me?” “All for you.” You whispered, kissing him again.

His fingertips grazed over your waist, all the way up to the only fabric left on your upper half, leaving goosebumps as you shivered at his touch. Expertly, he unclasped your bra, taking in the view in front of him. “Don’t stare.” You laughed. “Oh I am absolutely going to stare.” His lips trailed down kisses from your collarbone all the way to your left breast, placing a small peck on your nipple before closing his lips around it to suck on it while his other hand massaged the other side, rolling your hardening bud between his fingers.

You gasped at the foreign feeling, your fingers going through his brunette locks, slightly pulling on them. Tom took his time with you, every move calculated. He then released your nipple with a wet plop, making you whine at the loss of pleasure. You scooted forward on his lap, kissing him again, your hips grinding to search for friction on the fabric of his trousers. The brunette smiled. “Greedy girl.”

With one quick motion, he switched your positions, you now being under him. You reached for his shirt, opening button after button to expose his chest, giving it a kiss.

He then tugged at the waistband of your skirt, pulling it down. You matched your panties with the color of your bra, making him shake his head, smiling. “Are you sure you want this?” He asked you, and as you agreed, he kissed you again. You were now lying at the center of the bed, Tom positioning himself behind you, just like in the bathtub.

The brunette kissed the side of your head, trailing his hands downwards to your red panties. He started rubbing on your needy clit through the lace fabric, making you moan. Everything he had done until then was more than perfect, and you could feel the familiar knot forming in your lower stomach. “Tom please” you whined, grinding your hips against his palm, desperately searching for more. Finally, he also slid your panties off, leaving you completely bare. You gripped his arm as he worked you towards your orgasm, soft gasps and moans spilling from your lips.

As you attempted to close your thighs around him, he stopped. “Open your legs for me, darling. Can't make you feel good if you don’t cooperate.” Tom then swung one of your legs over his to keep you in place, fingers finding your sweet spot once more.

“Tom-“ you whined, closing your eyes. You were so close, ready to let go. “I know. Be good for me and cum, love.” He encouraged you, his other hand tending to your breasts.

Finally, he sent you tumbling over the edge, your body shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Tom worked you through your high, praising you. “Such a good girl. Doing so well for me.”

You sank into him, your body going limp. The brunette shifted, laying you back onto the pillow. He undressed himself then, and as you took in the size of him, you weren’t so confident anymore. Back on the bed, he positioned himself above you, leaning in to give you a kiss. “Still sure? I am going to be careful. If anything’s wrong, you tell me to stop, okay?” Tom made sure, stroking your cheek. “Okay.” You nodded.

You gasped as you felt his tip slide through your slick folds, gathering your wetness. He aligned himself with your entrance and pushed in slightly. Your eyebrows furrowed, the sting making your body tense up. Tom stopped, meeting your eyes. “Relax for me, darling. It will get better.” You just nodded, sinking your head into the pillow. Just relax. It’s going to be fine, you thought.

Now, with a bit more pressure, his tip made its way past, slowly but surely stretching you out around him. Your legs circled around his hips, encouraging him to continue. “Merlin, you are so tight.” Tom growled under his breath, focusing on the way his length split you apart. When he was all the way in, finally, you thought, he paused for a moment, letting you get accustomed to his size. Only after you nodded, Tom pulled out of you slightly, just to push back in. He repeated that a few times, until he exited you completely, speeding up.

At that, you tapped his arm, and he stopped, still buried deep inside of you. “Hurts, Tom” you winced, your eyes meeting his. He kissed your forehead. “Sssh, darling. Just relax. I am going to be careful. You are taking me so well, I promise.”

His fingers found your sensitive clit in an attempt to ease your pain, and it sure did. Soon enough, with his careful thrusts and the growing pleasure, the uncomfortable feeling faded and soft moans escaped your mouth. Tom must have felt you relax as well, because he sped up, groaning at how tight your warm walls were gripping him.

Tom kissed you again, your hot and sweaty bodies touching. “Feel you clenching around me, darling. Let go. Come for me.” And you did. You moaned into the kiss as you convulsed around him, riding out your high. He soon followed, your pulsating walls milking him dry as he groaned, furrowing his eyebrows. Tom collapsed on top of you, catching his breath.

“I am so proud of you.” He praised. “That was amazing, Tom.” You breathed, kissing his curls. “I am glad it was you.”

He smiled at that, lifting his body off yours. Slowly, he pulled his softening length out of you, making you wince slightly. Tom then got up, getting a damp, warm cloth to clean you up. After that, he pulled you onto his chest, and soon enough you fell asleep, cuddled into the boy you once despised.

“Definitely not letting you go anymore now.” Tom muttered, giving your forehead a soft kiss, soon drifting off to sleep himself. That on his bed, together with the girl he once despised.

#tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle smut #slytherin boys #slytherin #kinktober #harry potter #oneshot #🦢⋆⭒˚.⋆my works

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bumblebeesfromvenus · 1 year ago

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Balé Bruce taking female readers virginity? It can be headcanon or story. Ty!

Bruce taking your virginity ♡

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A/N: I'm so sorry this took me so long, please forgive me 😭🩷 this is like a weird merge between headcannons and a story lol

《Warnings》: smut (obvi), very sweet and gentle Bruce <3

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To say he'd be gentle would be an understatement. You'll be treated as absolutely royalty, touches so soft and tender you can barely feel them.

He'd be extremely honored and giddy that you want him to be your first. The fact that you trust him so much despite his reputation makes his heart beat faster and his cock twitch.

It's safe to say he's not a virgin, and boy, does he know what he's doing!!

He'd take you out on a nice date first, most likely a very nice restaurant. Bruce wasn't usually the romantic type when it came to relationships (if you can even call them that) but he loves you, truly loves you, and he wants to make this special for you.

I don't think he'd go the full 9 yards with rose petals and candles, but it's definitely still a very soft and romantic atmosphere.

Bruce would be insistent that you don't have a single sip of alcohol that night. Yes, you've been together for a while, but this is a big step, and he wants to make 10000% sure that this is what you want. No drinks for either of you that night.

So, he'd take you out on a fun night, have you get all dolled up and then drive around with you for a bit, the lights of a Gotham night reflecting in the windows of his very expensive car. Just something to take the edge off.

You're obviously very comfortable around each other, and he's probably seen you naked at one point anyway, but sex is a completely new form of intimacy.

He'd help you undress and place soft kisses on your skin. You'd lay in bed for a while, not completely naked yet, but still very much undressed. Just enjoying each other's company while the flame of lust and desperation slowly grows and grows. Maybe he'd tell you some of his weird or embarrassing sex stories that he (undoubtedly) had at one point just to make you less nervous.

Sex can be messy, clumsy, ungraceful, and sloppy. He wants you to know that there's nothing to be ashamed about and to always voice and concerns or wishes you may have.

He's gently caressing the skin of your arm as you both lay on your sides, facing each other, as you talk about whatever comes to mind. There's a little lamp on in the corner of the room, bathing the room in a soft golden glow.

He can't help but stare in awe as he follows the light reflecting off your features as your lips move. His hand trails lower, settling on stroking your waist, and when he hears you stop talking he searches for any sign of discomfort on your face but is only met with blushed cheeks and your breathing slightly picking up.

Bruce smiles softly and and gently tugs you closer to his chest, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. There are wandering hands, clumsy attempts at keeping your lips connected and the overwhelming urge to just touch. He'd ask you one final time if you're sure about this, that he would stop immediately if you asked him to.

The second you give him the go-ahead, he's almost bursting with excitement. He can't wait to explore this new side of you to figure out what you like and what makes you weak in the knees. His hands explore your body, caressing and teasing your sensitive spots whole his lips are attached to your neck.

He tugs off any remaining garments you had on and makes his way down your stomach, brushing his lips over your soft flesh. And, yes, he will eat you out for your first time (definitely not because he's a munch and has been thinking about this for months) maybe he'd make you come on his tongue, but he doesn't want to overwhelm you so he'll just tease you and rile you up until you're dripping with a fog of pleasure clouding your senses.

He'll gently ease his fingers inside of you one by one, getting you used to the feeling of having something inside of you. He'll switch between holding your hand and circling your clit with his thumb. He watches your face like a hawk for any indication that you're uncomfortable or, god forbid, in any pain.

And if you end up coming around his fingers, that's okay. He didn't really set himself any goals for this, like getting 5 orgasms out of you in 10 minutes or anything like that, he just wants you to feel good and loved.

If you don't come around his fingers, that's okay, too. What happens, happens, what doesn't, doesn't. As long as you're satisfied in the end, he doesn't care.

Expect to get like a thousand kisses and him telling you how much he loves you every second.

Bruce insists on missionary (it's his favorite position, but only with you) because the closeness and intimacy is very important to him during your first time. He will always have a safe word, it'll be just stop most of the time. It's easy to remember because it's the first thing you think of when it gets too much anyway.

Because, let's be honest, you're not gonna remember rhubarb-vanilla crumble or something ridiculous like that.

He's been ignoring his raging hard-on, purely because he just can't take his eyes off you. You look absolutely divine underneath him, your pretty features contorted in bliss. He's already been making mental notes to what really makes you melt. And then the moment finally arrives and he gently pushes himself inside of you, tightly grasping your hand.

Communication is really important to him (not only during sex) so I'm afraid you won't get any kisses until he's 100% sure that you're okay. He needs to hear you loud and clear, whether you want him to slow down, start moving, to angle his hips differently. This is all about you tonight.

But the second he's found a good and steady rhythm and has you mewling with your eyes rolling to the back of your head, he's smashing his lips on yours. Bruce would lay his entire weight on you, chests pressed together because he needs to be closer to you. It's not close enough for him, but it'll have to do.

But don't think this isn't affecting him, sex with love is way different than the hook-ups he had. He's panting like a dog, messy hair and dilated pupils. He's absolutely drowning in pleasure, reaching the deepest parts of you while your fingers are still firmly laced together. He'd be very insistent that you come together (he's probably the one that has to hold himself back) and he'd stroke your clit or suck on your tits, whatever tips you over the edge.

I believe the closer he gets to coming undone, the more incoherent babbles of love spill from his lips. It's all desperate and needy "I love you"s in between moans and groans. There are definitely night where he was more control, but this one is not one of them.

After he's brought you earthshattering bliss, and he tiped over the edge himself (he'd preferably come inside of you, but he wouldn't mind pulling out if that's what you wanted) he'll lay down with you. There's no rush, just the two of you gently coming out of your haze of pleasure.

Bruce can't ever shut up, which makes him the king of pillowtalk. You'll just take for a little while, make sure you're both okay before it's time to clean up and get ready for bed.

Depending on how deep you're into the evening, he'll either gently wipe you down with either a damp towel, make sure you're both getting some water, or he'll straight up pamper you with a full bath. I'm talking candles, bubbles, lots of differently scented soaps, and ,of course, his arms around you.

It's all very intimate and loving with tons of soft kisses to your temples, forehead or lips. After you're dried off, you'll help each other slip into your sleep attire before absolutely knocking out for a good 9 hours and waking up in the loving embrace of your lover with the sun kissing your cheeks.

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Hope you liked it, anon! <3

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mybelovedsylus · 6 days ago

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Play Stupid Games, Win Stupid Prizes

I have no excuse for this one. I don’t know why this is where my brain went- well I know why, because I have a dirty mind and Sylus always tells MC at the claw machine that he will buy her a machine of her own, and then pair that with the line about putting her hands on his waist if they’re free… and well. This was born. 18+ please, minors keep it moving even though it starts as fluff.

My warnings for this are that it’s just smut when you get right down to it, and that there may be misuse of a claw machine, okay he uses the claw machine to fuck her… I probably need help. Anyways enjoy as always. You know the drill it’s not proofread or edited. 2200+ words

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“You can be such a softie sometimes,” there’s a soft smile pulling on my lips causing the accusation to come out more playful than anything. I’m being led blind through the base, Sylus’ monster hands covering my eyes and most of my face as he maneuvers me through the halls. He hums in what I can only assume is agreement. Afterall, who would have thought the feared leader of Onychinus would be waiting for me to get back from my mission, waiting to cover my eyes, and waiting to present a surprise he had acquired while I was gone.

��Can I get a hint at least?”

“You don’t need a hint, the base isn’t that big, we’re here,” he leaned down at some point so I feel his warm breath caress my ear with the answer. I smuggle down the shudder that wants to run through my body at the sensation.

“So, are you going to remove your hands, or do I get the pleasure?” I tease, reaching my hands up to softly trace from his fingertips to his wrist. Without further preamble he drops them away from my eyes and I’m rapidly blinking trying to adjust to the sudden change in light. When I can finally focus I let out a gasp whirling around to face him.

“Sylus!”

“What? I told you that I would buy you your own. I mean you look so defeated the other day when we left empty handed,” his reply is soft and his eyes are warm as he looks down at me. This big oaf of a man really spent his free time while I was gone precuring a claw machine of all things. In fact…

“Wait- is this the one we always play?” I ask as I turn back, walking over to get a closer look. I let out a small laugh though when I realize all the plushies inside are the little crows I became so fond of- after all I had grown rather fond of Mephisto and it was nice to have a little reminder of him even when I was back in Linkon. (Although to be fair, he was usually trailing me. Nonetheless.) My first statement to him this evening was in fact correct, this man was softer than these silly plushies.

“Let me tell you, it was highway robbery what he made me pay, but now you can play whenever you want,” he shrugged. Nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t gone to our regular arcade and paid probably at least double what the machine was actually worth – because we played it together, and because it was something I enjoyed. I think I finally had physical proof that it was a fond memory for him too. I look back over at my shoulder at him with a cheesy grin that only spreads wider when I see him holding out a quarter for me.

After a few turns I essentially had my face pressed up against the glass, breath fogging my view, because the stupid crow wouldn’t stay in the claw. It kept getting to the point where it looked like it was going to make it to the chute, and then at the last second it slipped right out. Sylus laughing broke me out of my pseudo trance. I spun on my heel, poking him in the chest with my finger.

“Alright, you think it’s so funny, you get it.”

“While I can say watching you is more fun, I’ll show you how it’s done,” is his cocky response as he steps up to the machine. I stand on my tip toes trying to see over his shoulder as he drops the quarter in. I can’t help myself as he starts to move the joystick, tapping his shoulder just like I would do when we were out at the arcade and I was trying to tell him which one I wanted.

“I don’t think your usual antics are entirely necessary, I filled the machine entirely with the same plushie because I know it’s your favorite. However, if you need somewhere to put your hands, my waist is free.”

I don’t know how or why the idea forms, but once it begins to take shape in my mind it’s all I can think of. So I start with complying. I thread my arms around his waist, resting my cheek on the side of his arm, enjoying the feel of his muscles flexing and bunching with the small movements. When his turn resets and he gears up to aim again, my hands sneak down to his belt, deftly undoing it before moving to the button.

“Kitten,” is the growl I get in warning and I have to bite my lip to hide my smile as I flick the button open and pull his zipper down before shoving my hands straight down his boxers. He jumps and accidently presses the button, getting no where close to any of the plushies. I shake my head dramatically, smiling as he looks at me with a heated gaze.

“I thought you were going to show me how it’s done, but it looks like you can't even get close,” I repeat his words back at him with an overly innocent smile, even going so far as to flutter my lashes at him.

“You don’t know what game you’re starting,” he warns with gritted teeth as he turns back to the game.

“I’m pretty sure we’re playing the claw machine,” I mutter as I push down his boxers just enough to free his dick. It’s already well on the way to fully erect, the tip already leaking a bit of precum. I pull one of my hands back so I could lift it to my mouth and lick the entire length of my palm getting it nice and wet for easier movements. With the new lubrication, I shift my hand back and tug once playfully.

“Well don’t stop, I still want a crow,” I say sweetly, twisting my hand at the end of the pull, twisting on the head and eliciting a grunt from him and another pulse of precum. I loosen my grip on his cock, tracing the vein instead lightly with a fingertip as a challenging tease for him to keep working at the game while I play my own. I continued on with my languid pumps, enjoying listening to the way his breathing picked up in succession but deepened in tone. Soon he looked like me at the start of the game with his head propped up on the glass, his breath fogging the glass to the point that I was pretty positive he couldn’t see anything he was doing. It didn’t deter me, rather it motivated me as I tightened my grip a bit and made a quick jerk upwards.

"Fu-uck kitten just like that," he groaned thrusting up into my hand. I picked up the pace amd tightened my grip to a point that might be punishing. Sylus hit his fist against the glass as he moaned and jerked in my grip. It was around the same time that the familiar winning bells went off while the machine lit up.

“Time to show you how it’s done,” was the only warning I was issued as he took control at the speed of lightning, spinning in my hold as he switched our position, pressing me hard against the machine. The joystick dug in my back and I couldn’t even be bothered to care as he crowded into my space, bending down to take my lips in a punishing kiss. His hands were quick to work, pushing my pants over my hips and I gasped as I felt his hands pulling the fabric of my underwear until they ripped with a harsh snap. I tore my mouth from his, looking up at him in shock.

“Those were my favorite.”

“I will buy you 5 more pairs, I thought that would be obvious,” he muttered, bending to bite down on the skin of my shoulder since I had pulled back from him. I tilted my head to give him more access, tangling my hand in his hair and using the purchase to hold him against me. His fingers also moved deftly up my leg until they hit my center. He grunted curse words, finding the wetness that had flooded my panties as I worked myself up teasing him. He pulls back to stare me down as his hands glide through the wetness. I whimper as his hand leaves as quickly as it came, leaving me worked up and frustrated.

He gives me a devilish smile as he moves me slightly, dragging the hand with my slick down the joystick of the machine.

“Sylus!”

I’m shocked by the action, but more shocked as he lifts me with ease. There’s a wild look in his eyes, and suddenly I feel him moving me, until the round red plastic of the joystick is pushing against my entrance. He hesitates, watching me, giving me a chance to protest but I just stare back, working my bottom lip over with my teeth. He groans then, bending down for another kiss as he pushes me down slightly, letting the ball work it’s way in. He watches intently, and once the red is gone, he drops me and lets gravity take control. I throw my head back, banging it on the glass at the intrusion and the assault on my insides. It’s the oddest sensation and I can’t help but shift my hips. Sylus’ wild eyes flicker behind me, and I can hear the crane moving.

“Think we can catch a plushie like this?” he asks me in a deep sultry tone, his hands drifting up my legs, one stopping at my clit while the other grabs the back of my neck, helping him to angle my head up so he can plunder my mouth. He pulls his fingers away from my center and my hips automatically push forward, trying to follow the sensation. I’m rewarded with his hands returning, tracing tight circles on my clit. I’m writhing in his hold, desperate for more, needing more. You grasp for purchase as you shift your hips, trying to get some friction from the ball buried inside you. Once I find a maneuver that has it hitting that perfect spot inside me, I work my hips over and over again chasing that peak. Sylus has his gaze transfixed on my cunt, from his fingers teasing my clit, to the lewd picture of the claw machine mechanism inside me, to the wanton way I grind against it needing release.

“Oh- fuck – right - shit, almost there,” I mutter mostly incoherently working to use the machine and his hand to get you there. I am struggling to keep your eyes open, Sylus now using his hand more forcefully to work my clit and also assist in my grinding movements.

“That’s it, what a welcome to my gift. I think if this is how we use it every time I could be really into this whole plushie thing,” he says breathlessly, looking at me with the gaze of a wild predator, pupils blown wide. I can feel my wetness dripping down from the part of the joystick not inside me, down onto the machine.

“Look at you making a mess, it’s going to be all sticky, we may even have to buy another one because your slick may stop the mechanisms from functioning,” Sylus halfheartedly reprimands while also pulling my legs farther apart so he can get a better view. His words, partnered with the ministrations, finally push me over the edge. I grasp the edge of the controls and clench my eyes shut, calling out Sylus’ name as I crest over the wave. My chest is heaving, and my vision blacks a little. As I come back to myself, I realize he is smoothing my hair and rubbing his thumb over my cheek, his gaze watching me closely.

“You okay there, kitten?” he asks with a gentle grin. All I can do is nod, leaning back against the glass, enjoying the cooling feeling of it through my top. I can’t believe I just defiled the machine like this with him still wearing half your clothes no less – we were no better than horny teenagers sometimes. How long has he been cooking this idea up? I had a good feeling that was one of the motivators to the machine actually coming home.

“Alright, we’re going to relocate this to the bedroom now,” he warns me gently and I smile up at him, putting my hands around his neck as he helps lift me off the joystick. I moan, clutching him to me tightly at the pull. A desperate groan rips from my throat as it pops free and I suddenly feel empty. Sylus lets out a guttural noise of his own as he looks at the way the plastic glistens.

“I almost don’t want to clean it.”

“Gross, Sy,” I hit his chest halfheartedly. It’s interesting I feel somewhat worn out, but also still worked up, and I've definitely noted that Sylus’ cock is an angry shade of red with precum steadily leaking. “Take me to bed.”

“Oh wait – can’t leave without our prizes,” he mutters, setting you down before he bends to collect the crow from the slot. However, I was only expecting the one he caught and instead he’s holding two proudly.

“This one is staying here forever as my trophy, the first of I hope many caught by your pussy,” he says with what feels like reverence, and despite the fact that I was just an active participant, I can feel my cheeks heating at the memory. This man. Although, I do find myself clenching down at the idea – I wouldn’t be that upset for a repeat performance, or for whatever scenario he’s probably already got cooking up.

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kneelingshadowsalome · 1 year ago

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I love big, mean König who behaves like the worst dog when he's horny :(( but he can't help himself! He's so pent up, balls are achingly full, he sometimes has to lift and kick his leg a little to reloeve the uncomfortable tension. He'd be so cranky and fussy too, barking out orders, looking at soldiers like they just offended him in the worst way possible and the moment he gets you, his precious girl, shoved into his cabin in the alps he's simply awful :(

He's mean and aggressive, manhandling you and treating you like his personal, warm fleshlight, even mocking your whines when his tip hits your poor cervix as if trying to get in :((

Everything changes when he's close to cumming/cums bc suddenly his low, growly voice gets so much higher, almost whiny and like he's howling with pleasure and his orgasm is punctuated with a loud scream, not groan or moan, a scream :(( after that he's the sweetest guy alive :(( he hadn't fucked in years and now he has you!! All his precious, potent cum can be inside you so now it's bonding time!

Once he comes down from his powerful high he's fussing over you, his cock still right up against your cervix but his boyish charm you fell in love with is back, his blue eyes crinkle and his slightly crooked teeth are bared with a broad grin as he pants and looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky :(

Blue balled König is the worst König :(((

He hasn't seen his woman in a while and he's making it everyone's problem! It's a good thing that he can pump lead into his enemies and bark at everyone in the base because otherwise he would simply go mad. Masturbating twice a day isn't helping much because it's just not the same as easing himself into his warm, wet, sweet girl ❤️

But of course it's you who's needy when you two meet, not him :( He has self discipline and control: you're the one who's embarrassing yourself with shaky moans and sighs. The horniest girl he has ever met, surely, can't even handle herself for a few weeks when he's away, doesn't know what to do with herself when he finally bullies his cock inside you. He has an important, dangerous job you know, he can't be here pleasing and stuffing you full even if he wanted to (and god has he wanted to...) But you don't seem to care, always driving him to madness with your loving eyes and hungry arms and wet heat. It's like you want him to put a child in you, and it's driving him crazy.

Which is why he loses all his precious self control – your fault, of course, for dolling up and looking so beautiful and lovely and cute – and cums right after you. He's sounding like a pathetic, hormone-driven boy, too, which makes him want to bury his face into your neck and stay there, at least for a while. He's still inside you, and you caress him so nice and soft, saying that you missed him – Gott, he's not going to cry like a baby, for fuck's sake...

He almost lost himself for a while there, must be because he had a too long work patch and wasn't able to even call or text you enough. He's always so proud of making you cum first, but sometimes, he comes dangerously close to nutting inside you without warning… You just feel so good.

And afterwards, everything's suddenly kind of ok in the world. Nothing irritates him at all, and you look like an absolute angel. You smile back at him, and he swears right then and there he will knock you up one day. Life isn't too bad when he has a warm, sweet woman in his arms. You look so happy with his cock still deep inside your warmth – the perfect woman, if there ever was one. He can't believe you're his…

He can finally think more clearly and ask you how your day has been, confused as to why you burst into laughter. Women are strange creatures for sure, but he is starting to get used to you and your antics. Someone would probably say that he's in love, and it might be true: he simply has to either cuddle you for an hour or two or make you a sandwich. Women like sandwiches after sex, right? (He certainly does.)

#answered #there's a könig on the loose again

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postmodernbeliever · 11 months ago

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fox mulder nsfw alphabet (for female/feminine readers)

an a-z of what's it's like to be loved by fox mulder in allllll the ways you wish you could be.

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i’ve never made one of these before so i followed another post’s example! a lot of this is chubby-girl friendly but also works for any body type. also, i got carried away so enjoy how long this is LOL. <3

my ao3 | word count: 3,537

content tags: smut smut smut SO MUCH SMUT, dom fox mulder, soft fox mulder, nsfw alphabet challenge, lots of kinks but i don't wanna spoil you gotta read it :), mentions of period/period blood, cross-posted on ao3

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a: aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he is sweet. like, really sweet. he loves to be gentle, to tell you how pretty you are and how good you did for him, praising you up and down and giving you lots of slow, adoring kisses. he also tends to get a bit bashful, because even if he just fucked you senseless you still give him butterflies; so often he hides his face in the crook of your neck or lays on your stomach, and talks quietly, like he’s shy. all his guards are down, and he is wholly dependent and doting on you.

actionwise, he cleans you up and helps you into some clean pajamas, but he usually leaves you bottom-less because you tend to be sensitive and the feeling of fabric between your legs can be an overload on your senses. but he covers you however he can, and he combs through your hair, gets you water, helps you get comfortable in bed. he’s so gentle it’s straight-up dreamy.

b: body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

on himself, fox likes his hands. he knows they’re pretty big, considering he’s a bit tall, and he thinks they look strong, but he takes more pride in them also being soft. he has some callouses, but the pads of his fingers are smooth. and when he met you, you told him how nice they looked and felt, and that won him over.

on you, he can’t pick between your love handles/waist and thighs. he loves to squeeze where you have the most skin, and both of those places are where your body curves. he loves your softer edges, and because his hands are big, he can grab a lot more of you. he also loves how you react to him touching you in these places- you’re sensitive there, and you shiver when he drags his fingers across you or grips you hard. your reaction plays a big part in favoriting those spots. (bonus: he loves your hands too, because they’re smaller than his and caress his face softly… and scratch up his back. we'll get to that later.)

c: cum (anything to do with cum)

you actually tease him about this a lot, because he gets really eager sometimes and can’t hold it in. he’s developed a routine where he takes his time with you and draws your pleasure out as long as he can because he knows the second he starts actually fucking you, he won’t last long; and he is so much more interested in letting you be the one who receives, he gets off on stringing you out. also, it takes you a while to cum, so his pleasure-driven role is that much more important to him, because he will not stop until you do. and he loves when you finally cum way more than when he does. he likes to taste you, and make you taste yourself when he kisses you with coated lips.

d: dirty secret

the night of the first day he met you, he had an insanely vivid wet dream about you. even having been with you intimately plenty of times now, he gets nervous to bring it up, because when you’re not around, he still draws on that dream to get off to. it's kind of his guilty pleasure. in it, you drag him into his office at work and let him eat you out on his desk, all over his files and papers. you were in a pleated schoolgirl skirt, and you kept it on for him to tug at. one day he’ll tell you (probably) and buy you a skirt, just so he can have the real thing.

e: experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

the majority of his experience comes from all the porn he’s watched. despite his drive, he was always the one to take it slow with past girlfriends, and either they didn’t stick around long enough to wait for him, or when he did sleep with them, he didn’t have enough practice to make it how they wanted it. but he paid attention to how girls like to be touched and fantasized about being good at those parts. when he met you, you were even more inexperienced than him, so everything he did was like heaven to you, and he only gets better each time. he feels lucky to have you to learn with because you’re patient and you love everything he does, so he doesn’t feel pressure.

f: favorite position

fox is somewhat old-fashioned. he loves missionary because it’s simple, and he can kiss you more that way, and it’s easy to be gentle or rough depending on what you both want. he also likes standing missionary for the same reason, particularly for times when you want him to be rougher. but the freaky part of him likes these because he wants to watch you surrender, to see all of you beneath him, powerless, as he brings you to climax. he wants to see your eyes haze over, how you struggle to speak while he pins you down. that way, you’re all his.

fox also really loves cowgirl, because he can still see all of you that way, but when you’re feeling particularly eager he likes letting you do the work. you’re still submissive even on top, because he needs to guide your hips and tell you to keep moving. he likes cowgirl even more when you ride him while he’s upright, like against the headboard or in a chair, because you bury your face in his neck as you work, and he loves being so close to you. plus, it took you little to no time to figure out exactly how to ride him right. and because he cums so fast most of the time, you usually ride him through his overstimulation, which puts him out of commission for the night. he can get obsessive about how good that one feels.

g: goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

he can be, because he’s naturally got a goofy streak. but unless you’re feeling giggly or playful, he just falls into that mode of being soft and dominant, talking dirty, and trying to fluster you.

h: hair (how well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

he keeps it trim just for hygiene, but you expressed a lack of concern for that, especially since you don’t always keep yourself trim either. it can be tedious to always be clean-shaven (and he doesn’t mind if you’re a little hairy, just like you don’t care if he is.) but, he does not touch his chest hair, because you are vehement that he keeps it.

i: intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

god, he is so intimate that it can leave you blushing for days after the fact. he does nothing but kiss and nip and lick, mouth and hands always on you; always whispering pretty things in your ears, dirty and gentle about how good you feel and smell and sound, about how pretty you look when he’s inside you. and innocent things, too. he tells you how pretty your tummy is, and your collarbones, every little part of your body gets admired. he tells you about how he loves your laugh and your smile, and how he's so lucky to have you all to himself. he takes every chance to make you feel cherished and important. he tells you how in love he is over and over like a mantra so that by the time he’s got you in the clouds, all you can think is he loves me, he loves me, he loves me…

j: jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he jacks off fairly often, but only because he’s usually thinking of you. if you’re not around or he’s away on a case, he gets needy and takes matters into his own hands, because he can’t help his dirty mind. he’s done it everywhere- his office, the work bathroom, in just about every room in his house. and, though he’d probably never admit it to you, he likes to hold your clothes sometimes when he does, because the smell of your perfume drives him crazy. he always takes something of yours when he goes away, just in case.

k: kink (one or more of their kinks)

okay, he’s got a few, but mainly because they’re kinks based on how you act or what he wants for you. so we’ll start with the kinks surrounding your pleasure:

obvious by now, praise. he loooves to praise. he’s crazy about you and how you make him feel, both emotionally and physically; he’s protective and loving, and he prizes you. he would make you cum just with words if he could. he adores pet names and anything he can call you, he will- princess, sweetheart, darling, honey, love, all of it. especially good girl, his personal favorite. he wants you to feel like the most special girl in the world because, to him, you are.

fox loves begging. he likes it for him, he likes to beg you for more, but he prefers when you beg. there’s something about watching you need him, and how your voice gets high-pitched and disgustingly lewd as you tell him what you want him to do. he loves being in control.

daddy!subspace. there are times when fox gets a little too into it, and you fall into a subspace. he loves this, especially yours, because you mix his name up with daddy, and every freudian instinct in his brain fires like crazy. he loves when you call him daddy, because that opens the praise door nice and wide, and he loves helping you come down after, because you get so flushed and nervous and you’re simply adorable when you need help speaking and asking for what you want.

now, fox’s personal kinks still have to do with you, but they're out of his own selfishness:

belly bulges. it’s no surprise because he’s so possessive, but something inside him snaps than when he takes your hand and presses it against the pudge of your tummy, where you can feel his cock poking against your walls. he loves being just big enough to fill you, and he loves how you go cross-eyed every time he does this, too- it’s just as hot for you as it is for him.

hands. he loves your hands and he wants them on him always, scratching him, marking his body with little red lines. they’re just small enough to make him feel big, and he loves your painted nails, too. he loves it when you pull on his shirt or his belt loops. he loves when you press them all over his face and chest because you don’t know what to do with them. he also loves to use his hands on you, to wrap softly around your neck and wrists, to pin your hips down, to push inside you; he has a penchant for sticking his thumbs in your mouth while he fucks you, too, because you always suck them like it’s your job. but there’s nothing like your hands on him.

here’s the big one: your period. fox likes making you a pillow princess, but he’s a monster when it comes to your period. you were worried when he said he didn’t mind the blood, but that first time he ate you during your time of the month was otherworldly. he loves the extra sensitivity you have, because it takes little to nothing to get you screaming, and some dark part of him loves to smear your blood all across his mouth and his chin. he loves to kiss you with those lips, leaving bloody prints up your stomach and chest, all over your neck and mouth. he craves the mess, the taboo nature of it all, and he loves how it’s a way of gently defiling you; mixing your blood with his spit, with his cum, it makes you his and him yours. maybe there’s a screw loose on his part, but if cannibalism didn’t mean you’d die, he’d fucking eat you whole. he even likes the taste. like i said, obsessive- but it’s kind of hot, isn't it?

l: location (favorite places to do the do)

honestly, anywhere. just the fact that you want him is good enough. he’s gotten you off in restaurant bathrooms, and at family homes during holidays when you just needed him and couldn’t wait. but he is partial to his couch or his bed because he likes having you all to himself in his own space.

m: motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

acting stupid. he loves when you ask him to explain things to you, even if you understand on your own, because he likes teaching you; he also gets all hot and bothered when you pout or frown, or bat your eyelashes innocently, saying “can you start at the beginning?” or “can you go a little slower for me?”. because he knows you’re smart and the slight frustration of you acting like you’re not mixed with the need to pamper you gets him going like crazy.

saying his name. if you call him fox, or sometimes foxie, he’s just about ready to fall to his knees. nobody calls him fox, so to hear you say it isn’t just intimate and special, but it’s also so sexy. you say it so many ways, but when you want him, he’s never liked the sound of it more.

his biggest motivation is your neediness. it seems that when you get going, you never want to stop. you want him to keep kissing, keep touching, keep licking, whatever it is you want more, and when you finish you want to start all over again because you get drunk on him- and that could keep fox going until he dies. he wants to give you everything you want, even if you never return the favor. he likes being yours to use.

n: no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

fox does not like to degrade you, which might be odd for a guy who’s so controlling and protective, but it’s not in his nature. he loves you. he cherishes you. he couldn’t tell you you’re dirty, or you’re a slut, or any of the terms that might get other people off, because he doesn’t believe them. he thinks you’re perfect, an angel, so good, and he only wants to remind you of those. he wants you to feel loved.

he also won’t hurt you. certain things he’ll do, like he’ll choke you or pin your wrists down, but he won’t be overly rough and he won’t leave bruises or make it hurt. you don’t fight back, so he doesn’t need to be anything other than assertive.

o: oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he prefers giving 100%. he likes it when you give him head because he likes seeing your pretty eyes look up at him, but he cums too fast to enjoy you doing it- plus, he can’t hear your noises when your mouth is full. he’d much rather just fuck you if he’s going to receive any pleasure. and god, is he good at it.

p: pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he’s slow until he gets inside you. typically he likes to take his time on you, but when he starts fucking you, it starts to feel so good and you sound so pretty that he loses a little control and starts being rough. that part usually takes the shortest amount of time but it feels fantastic because he goes fast.

q: quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

if you two are going to have a quickie, it’s going to be because you’re extremely horny in a place where he can’t take his time, and he simply can’t resist relieving you. but he really likes to be alone with you and go slow, draw it out as long as he can, and take good care of you. he wants sex to be special, he doesn’t want you to ever feel like it’s just a means to an end. sex is about love for him, not just a way to get his fix.

r: risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

fox is willing to try anything, but you both are a bit vanilla, in that sense. you only need him to feel good, and he doesn’t want to restrain you from being able to move and moan and touch him. most of the experimenting is verbal- he likes to push how far he can tease, and how much he can say to get you there. the trend seems to be that the dirtier he talks, the more pleasure you feel, and he wants to max you out.

s: stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

he’s gotten better at lasting, but he can’t draw it out too long. he has a hard time stopping himself. but he can go a few rounds without getting tired or spending it all because of how eager he is to keep touching you, which is nice. that’s why he spends his time on you, because you can last longer, and he doesn’t need much.

t: toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

fox doesn’t have any toys. he is more than okay with you having them because if he’s not around, he can’t expect you to wait for him if you really need a release, and sometimes your hands aren’t enough. if he’s away on a case, sometimes he’ll call at night and talk you through it over the phone, so he at least has a little part in it. but he likes to be the one and only thing you can get it from when he’s with you, and so do you.

u: unfair (how much they like to tease)

oh, he loves to tease. he loves to talk and talk and talk, so much that sometimes you have to ask him to shut up and go faster. he wants to see you completely flustered from just his words, and honestly, he can get you halfway there on conversation alone. he knows just what to say, and how to say it, and it can be torturous, but you love it. and physically he teases, too, because he favors stringing you out. it can feel unfair at times, but you like it too much to care.

v: volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

he has two sides. most of the time, he’s quiet, low, gruff; he grunts, he moans, sometimes growls if he’s really feeling possessive. but when he’s close, it turns into the most adorable whining. right in your ear, too. he pants and stammers, and easily gets overwhelmed. it’s not too high-pitched, but it’s needy and uncontrollable, and it sounds so, so pretty.

w: wild card (random headcanon)

fox never kisses and tells. he doesn’t have many friends, but if anybody tries to inquire into his sex life, he won’t say a word. he wants to keep it all to himself, and he refuses to let anyone know a thing about you or how you act when you’re intimate with him. he respects your privacy and he doesn’t want anyone else thinking about you in that way. he also knows he has something special with you- sex with you is really emotional and involved for him, and he doesn’t want to just air out his love to other people.

x: x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

(oh myyy, am i blushing.) a bit thick, and give or take maybe six, six and a half inches hard- no, give. he’s big. it’s veiny, especially when he’s overstimulated. and it’s curved up a bit at the tip- which is a pretty shade of pink, by the way. cute, just like him.

y: yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

anytime, any place. he always wants you. he can keep it under control of course- he gets through every day just fine. but he’s always thinking about you, and even when it’s innocent, he yearns to be with you and make you feel good. his dick loves you almost as much as his heart does.

z: zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

for a guy who can’t sleep, fox gets pretty tired after, but he can stay up way longer than you can. usually, you need some aftercare, and you fall asleep shortly after, and he likes to stay awake to watch you sleep because your blush lasts and your skin is still hot. he loves to admire you for a while when you’re not watching. he also gets hungry after, so he usually stays up to eat something, and then he’ll crawl back into bed and pull your sleepy body in close.

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this actually put me through hell to write because i want him so bad it’s driving me insane. hope you enjoyed, you little freaks. gonna go think about that period kink now.

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squiddy-god · 8 months ago

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brothers wedding nights

Smut- old so I don't really know all of what happens but it's smut that's for Shure.

He’s been itching to rail you ever since the after party started

Once he gets you back to the room he’s not wasting any time tying you up in soft silk ribbons and roaming your body

The corruption kink is strong with this one

Whispers all of the dirty things he wants to do to you, his deep sultry voice ringing in your head as his hands play with your body

He absolutely LOVES calling you his spouse while he fucks you silly, his inhuman cock slamming into you over and over as your body shudders at the bumps and ridges that drag along your walls

The sir kink that this man has is astronomical and you better believe he makes you call him sir

No matter what you are you have a wedding garter solely because the prospect of lucifer gently tugging it down your thigh with his teeth is so fucking hot-

Mammon

Vibrating with excitement and his dick is twitching right along with him

The second the after party ends he’s dragging you back to his room

To imatiant to take off the garter, plus he thinks its hotter to fuck you with it on

He’s going to mark every inch of you in hickeys and love bites

I like the idea of mammon fucking you on just about evry surface in his room, from his couch to the hood of the car he has in his loft

His cock will feel so so so nice inside you, rigged and bumps pushing you threw orgasm after orgasm

Also willing to bottom, winy subby mammon being all needy as his cock twitches in your hand, the flushed red tip twitching and leaking, his rich skin burning at your every touch and he keeps muttering how your HIS human and HIS spouse and how he’s YOUR man

Possessive dirty talking mammon can get it

Levi

Levi was so nervous about this part

What if you change your mind, what if you decide you don’t want him?

Oh at first it’s just like normal, same old subby levi moaning and whining as you sucked and rubbed his cocks, the flat head oozing pre-cum and his hims involuntary jerked, his tail wrapped around your wrist desperately hanging on as his body shuddered

But the more he thinks about what if you had chosen someone else, the more he gets that envy in the pit of his stomach

Suddenly the tables have turned

Your under him with his tail wrapping around you, pressing on your tongue and worming inside your mouth while his purplish flushed cocks pressing into you while he muttered into your neck

Telling you all of his possessive jealous thoughts, more as a way to prove to himself that he’s good enough

Satan

He was very very confident

He was definitely looking forward to this part

Probably one of the more vanilla times youve had sex

Which isn’t saying much

He’s definitely a lot more gentle, lots of loving caresses and sweet kisses placed on your body as his hands roam around to all of your sweet spots, ripping those delicious moans from your pretty little throat

I wouldn’t plan on wearing nice lingerie because he plans to rip it off

He wont have you in cat ears like he normally would (haha unless) but hes still going to call you his naughtly kitty

Ughh just kiss that stupid cocky grin right off his face, but be warned he’ll make you kiss the cum off of his cock too, because you cant just be a brat and expect to not be put in your place

Asmo

Asmo had it all planned out from the beginning

Rose scented candles and flower petals littered the bed

He planned to make a whole night out of this, first it would start with champagne and a bubble bath, asmos hands would wander and wash your body with the soapy bubbles, heated kisses adding to the need you felt. He was going to drag this out as long as he could

Finally he gets you to the bed, clouds of lust and love sweraling in his vision as his eyes raked over your body, irises dipping and moving to follow every familiar curve and line

Asmos makes sure to lavish you in praise from the very beginning, from the moment he complimented your undergarments as he undressed you, too when his cock is buried inside you, twitching and pulsing as the odd shape dragged inside you

Oh he definitely wants pictures of you to commemorate this moment

And to jack off to when you can’t help him personally

Avatar of lust and king of oral

He’ll have you cumming on his face until you’re shaking with those cute little tears of pleasure

Beel

Beel was so caught up in how much he loved you that it slipped his mind

Then you’re both alone and he remembers about this part

Shyly approaches you

We stan a man who thinks consent is sexy

Sex that night is very soft and vanilla, with beels large cock pressing into you slowly so you can udjust, and with beel whispering words of love and affirmation into your ear

Although i will say that you are covered in hickeys, so many hickeys it’s ridiculous in fact

Beel wants to make sure that you feel loved tonight, as if this bean doesn’t make you feel loved every night

But tonight is extra special so he ties to be extra gentle as his hands grope and squeeze you, bringing out those delicious moans, all of them muffled and swallowed threw the loving kiss he maintains throughout your love making

Wants to cum inside but will of course ask you first because he’s sweet

If you thought he wasn’t going to send you into light overstimulation from oral then you were wrong because he absolutely will

Will hold your hand throughout the hole thing and wont stop saying how much he loves you, its real soft beel hours

Belphie

Belphie was wrapped up in a swarm of emotions throughout the day/night and in the back of his head he was more than ready to let it out, all of that fear, joy, pride, anxiousness that he kept hidden (well not the joy and pride, cheeky shit) behind his care free attitude of joy and love

In one of belphies calls, the first one you get i think, belphie says that he’s alway up at night, because of this you had the wedding at dusk, or when dusk would be, so he could stay awake, and now that it was “night time” he was fully awake and ready to plow you

You go up to the attic with him and he straight up tosses you on the bed, his tail swishing back and forth excitedly, his cock getting semi hard at the thought of pumping into you, his little human he loves so much

Still asks consent because the brothers are absolute kings (bastards but kings nonetheless)

Another one who leaves hickeys, but unlike beel who just likes to taste you, hes possessive like mammon, he wants everyone to know that he’s the only one who gets to say he put a ring on your finger and his cock inside of you

Give him hickeys back and he’ll have a cocky grin for days

Hangs his head low 1) because while he is fucking you sensless, he also wants to be close to you 2) low-key wants you to grab his horns while he plows you

Despite the pace his cock is pumping into you with, he’s very soft, lots of praise and love

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vorfreudevortex · 6 months ago

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a portrait of us - twelve

a nanami x reader smau

masterlist

notes: 4.5k words. y'all i meant for this to be like 800 words... idk what happened. it's literally just smut omg. also it's my first time writing smut so i'm sorry in advance for the bad writing LMAO

warnings: mdni, smut, passionate, unprotected sex, praise, a little bit of size kink, premature ejaculation, creampie, slight breeding kink, oral, fingering, tiny bit of squirting, a little overstimulation, cervix fucking, a little begging, drinking, alcohol, missionary, idk i think that's it i'm so sorry lmao

it had been hours.

you and kento lay on the hotel bed, still in your nice clothes, facing each other. between you, a nearly empty, exquisitely priced bottle of sake rested in a bucket of ice on a wooden tray.

“you should save that for something special," kento had advised when you first retrieved it from the minibar.

“and being here with you isn’t special enough?” you replied with a smile, fumbling for an ochoko.

time had become irrelevant, lost in the warmth of laughter and conversation. you couldn’t tell if your cheeks were flushed from the sake or the intimacy of the moment. you shared stories of life since you left—your adopted cat, your aging parents, college friends. kento mirrored your openness, speaking of his dreadful finance job, his affection for his kohai that wasn’t actually his kohai, and satoru's antics in meetings.

his gaze remained fixed on you, as did his hands—one clasping an empty ochoko, the other tenderly caressing yours. his white shirt, now creased and unbuttoned, spoke of the night’s passage. your dress lay haphazardly over the bed, riding up to expose a sliver of thigh. you didn’t notice kento's struggle to resist staring, his self-control like a painter’s careful restraint, trying not to let desire bleed out.

"satoru recently reminded me of when he caught us in your room,” you giggled, pouring the last of the sake into two cups. the night felt like an effortless continuation of your high school days, with barely a pause in the conversation.

“oh god, i remember. i don’t think i stopped blushing for three days,” kento smiled before downing the sake with you. “what was that awful phrase he used… swapping spit?”

“why was it so hard for everyone to believe we weren’t together?” you laughed. “it couldn’t have been the kissing.”

“or my confessions to yu.”

“or mine to shoko.”

“or the way i couldn’t look at you without blushing.”

“or us always disappearing at the same time.”

he met your gaze with a grin. “we were just kids back then.”

you nodded, returning his smile. “just foolish, really.”

he chuckled softly, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “we should probably get some sleep.”

“i agree, i have a meeting tomorrow,” you sighed. “but i'm not tired at all.”

“me neither,” he admitted. "i'd be happy to take you to your meeting, if you’d like.”

“i'd love that,” you blushed, eager to spend more time with him. “i should change out of this dress.”

kento reluctantly let go of your hand as you disappeared into the bathroom. he rose from the bed to tidy up, placing the empty sake bottle and bucket on the desk beside his harness and cleaver. he then looked out the large window, taking in the shimmering tokyo lights.

“kento?”

your voice pulled him from his thoughts. he turned to see you outside the bathroom, wearing a shy smile.

“my zipper is stuck… could you help me?”

“of course,” he replied.

in the bathroom, kento gently swept your hair over your shoulder, his fingers brushing the nape of your neck. your eyes fluttered at the warmth of his breath on your skin. he grasped the zipper, humming after a few unsuccessful tugs.

“you might have to sleep in this dress, darling,” he teased.

“i hope not,” you grinned. “it’s not the most comfortable.”

finally, the zipper gave way, though kento secretly wished the moment could last a little longer.

“there,” he whispered. a finger flitted over the knots of your spine as he slowly pulled downwards, landing just above your tailbone. kento's breathe hitched, noticing the tiniest bit of the hem of your panties peeking out, black and lacy.

“all finished,” he said hoarsely with one hand on your waist and the other still on the zipper, unable to let go.

“thank you,” you whispered.

you met his eyes in the mirror. kento swore he’d never met anyone so beautiful. flushed cheeks, delicate hands at your chest to hold up your dress, one sleeve hanging loosely by your elbow while to other was threatening to.

you were about to step away when his hand tightened its grip on your waist and the other glide up your spine, sending shivers through your body before coming to a stop on your bare shoulder. dipping his head, he placed a feathered kiss where your neck and spine met.

“beautiful,” he murmured, your eyes fluttered closed.

calloused fingers danced down your arm, laboring your breathing as another velvety was placed on your shoulder. more kisses trailed up the side of your neck, reaching your ear and sending waves of goosebumps over you.

“i missed you,” he breathed.

you couldn’t take it anymore. you turned around and pressed into him, clutching his shirt with one hand while the other settled on the back of his head, feverishly kissing him. teeth clicked together as you delved in messily, kento groaning as he aimlessly grasped at your dress and hips.

“i missed you more,” you pulled away for just a moment.

kento backed you against the marble counter and lifted you by the back of your thighs to sit you on top. he only pulled away to placed hot, wet kisses down your neck and jaw. his brain and cock stuttered hearing you whimper in response and tugged you closer, making you widen your legs around him as your pelvis met his.

“forgive me,” he panted before lunging back into your lips and sucking your tongue.

needy hands grabbed at his shirt, both of you gasping into each others mouths as if you’d been starved of each other. you were starved of each other. kento involuntarily whined as he ground into your core.

you desperately pulled at the buttons of his shirt while his hands ventured up your thighs until they reached the tantalizing lace of your panties. fingers found their way between your legs, pressing against your clothed clit, eliciting a shuddered whine from you, finally satiating that burning need for friction. teeth found their way to kento's neck, biting and skimming mindlessly against his hot skin.

kento's brain completely malfunctioned upon feeling that you’d completely soaked through your panties, making his hard length throb in need. noticing his hesitation, you lifted your head, panting.

he took in the sight in front of him. hands buried underneath layers of your dress, one on your hip and the other against your heat. his shirt unbuttoned, exposing his tight chest and abs, your dress still hanging loosely from your arms, revealing hints of a matching black lingerie set.

your cheeks flushed as kento's blown out pupils focused on the dip of your heaving sternum. fingers ran up and through his hair as he planted a wet kiss on the peak of your collarbone.

sucking on your collarbone, he pinched your throbbing bud through the lace, earning him tensing thighs and a soft whimper from you.

“ken, please…” you breathed.

you did not have to tell him twice.

he effortlessly carried you into the bedroom, laying you gently on the fluffy white sheets. frantically, you tugged the shirt off his shoulders while he slid your dress down and discarded it on the floor.

he knelt over you, stopping to take in your sultry appearance while hands sketched over your curves. your hair splayed over the pillow and eyes wide with need, the black lingerie protected the parts of you that kento needed most. realizing this was the first he'd seen you this vulnerable, you draped an arm over your chest to shyly protect yourself from his boring gaze.

“don’t,” he breathed, softly grabbing your arm. “i want to see you, need to see you.”

“wait,” you whispered, he let go of you immediately.

reaching up, you brushed over his chest, specifically the faint scars littered on it. his eyes fluttered down to meet your silken touches. they roamed to his shoulder, running over a harsh, burning red divot, suspiciously a similar size of a harness that was placed across the room.

“ken, are these all…?” your eyes drifted down to a large gash in his side that had only recently begun to heal.

“they don’t hurt,” he shushed you. “you have them as well, darling.”

calloused fingers skimmed lovingly over a large scar on your rib cage, one that haunted you as it was from that day from a decade ago. his other hand felt over a small one on your arm. the marks were years healed, almost blending into the skin around them.

“it’s not the same.”

“i know, it’s alright. don’t worry about them,” leaning down to press tender, reassuring kisses in the crook of your neck. you quickly forgot about the matter and your hand came up to fumble with the waistband of his pants.

“no,” kento said, grabbing your hand. you looked at him with big, nervous eyes.

“oh… i-i'm sorry, i-”

“-i don’t want you to do anything, i want you to relax.”

you blinked in confusion. “what?”

“i've dreamed about this for so long,” he murmured, bringing your hand to the bed beside your head. “so please… just let me take care of you.”

“but…” your eyes fluttered shut as his lips found your neck again and his hand traveled up and down your thighs.

“shh, darling. just lay there and look pretty for me. let me take care of you, make you feel good.” a startled whimper escaped your throat as kento pinched your nipple through the thin material and his other hand squeezed the fat of your hips.

“can you do that for me, love?”

“yes, ken,” you moaned, all your thoughts vanishing. “a-anything you want.”

he pressed his mouth to yours in response. kento's length strained painfully against his trousers, but he didn’t care. he had waited ten long years for this, dreaming about everything he wanted to do to you. every kiss, every touch. his body buzzed with nerves but he wasn’t going to let them get in the way of treating you exactly the way you deserved while he still could.

worn hands reached under you, forcing your back to arch and chests brush against each other as he unclasped your bra. lips found your hardened nipple as his fingers twirled and pulled on the other, eliciting saccharine moans from your throat, hands running through his silky blonde hair. a particularly harsh tug sent burning pleasure through you and hips bucked.

finally, he trailed down and started to rub faint circles on your clit while his tongue attacked your other breast.

“kento, please,” you whined, grinding your hips further into his hand and earning a hum from him.

“patience,” he smiled, but he was already pulling the lace over your aching cunt to the side.

calloused fingers swirled up the slick pooling at your entrance while hot kisses painted your jaw. he groaned at the contact, you were already panting.

“so wet for me already,” he whispered in your ear, leaving you clenching at nothing. “god, you’re perfect.”

he slid a finger easily inside your pussy, both of you moaning while your grip in his hair tightened. the sweet nothings he whispered in your ear as he pumped into you went straight to your dripping pussy. when he finally added a second finger, you hoarsely whined, your walls clenching so tight around his thick fingers that it caused his own cock to twitch with need. a blush spread over your face and chest as you realized you were already close to your orgasm from only a few minutes of stimulation.

“fuck- ken,” you heaved, clamping your eyes shut as you felt the pressure in your abdomen continue to build. "i-i'm sorry, i'm close- hah.”

“i know, darling,” he nipped at your ear and curled his fingers up into your gummy walls. “don’t be sorry. just cum for me, yeah?”

“y-yeah,” your fingers dug into his shoulder as the pressure threatened to peak. he gently grabbed your jaw and tilted your face up toward his.

“look at me, love. i want to see you when you make a mess on my fingers.”

your eyes fluttered open to meet his. kento looked down at you with lips parted and panting, with pupils so blown with lust you could barely see the brown in them. as soon as you made eye contact with him, your body shot into a blinding pleasure as you came. throwing your head back with rolled back eyes, breathe caught in your throat, back arching off the bed, and thighs quivering as your pussy pulsed wildly around his digits.

“that’s it, darling. so good, so so good for me,” he whispered in your ear through your shaky moans, praising you through it. “you look so beautiful like this, making a mess around me just like you deserve.”

“k-ken…” you gasped for air and clawed into his back as he continued to rub circles on your clit as you came down. the sight of you was so alluring, he had to bite his lip to keep his own painful, throbbing cock from cumming in his pants. still reeling, you hardly noticed the wet nips and kisses that trailed down your flushed and sweating curves as he made his way to between your legs.

his first gentle kiss on the sensitive skin of the inside of your trembling thigh is what brought you back to reality. you gasped at the contact and your hands flew to his head.

“ken! n-no, you don’t need to-”

“i want to,” he mumbled, nipping at your other thigh before soothing the pain with his searing hot tongue. “please don’t deny me of this.”

you weren’t sure if he was asking or demanding. either way, his words made your cheeks hot and core clench with need. you hadn’t had intimacy like this in a long time, let alone with someone so sensual and focused on pleasing you, and only you. your mind filled with a million thoughts and none at the same time as kento continued his loving attacks on your thighs, hands roaming your body. noticing your hesitation, he pulled away to raise his head.

“are you alright, darling?”

“i-yes, yes. i just haven’t done this in a long time. and you, you’re just so…” you trailed off, nervously looking off to the side.

“i'm just so…?”

“just so- i don’t know,” you laid the back of your hand over your eyes, suddenly realizing what was happening. you felt so seen, laid out in front of kento of all people, thighs spread around his face with your skimpy panties pulled to the side for him to see. you couldn’t ignore his long gazes at your weeping slit.

he raised himself up and planted a soft kiss on your cheek.

“you can tell me, darling,” he reassured. “we don’t have to, we can go to sleep right now.”

“so perfect,” you mumbled.

“what was that?” he delicately lifted your hand from your eyes. “look at me.”

you blushed and turned your head back towards him, eyes first landing on his nose before finding the courage to look directly in his eyes.

“you’re just so perfect.”

he smiled, dimples forming on his cheeks and pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist. “i'm not so sure.”

you cupped his face and brought him in for a searing kiss, smiling as you pulled away.

“do you want to sleep?” he asked, eyes darting down to your mouth.

“no…”

they darted back up to meet your eyes. “may i?” he breathed.

“please?”

he kissed you once more before sitting up on his knees, hooking fingers around the band of your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs. a fat bead of precum dripped down his inhibited length when he spotted the string of slick that stretched between your pussy and panties as he removed them. he watched your face intently, taking in every twitch of your lips and the lustful gaze in your half-lidded eyes, you were so focused on his hands and chest that you didn’t notice.

after discarding your soiled lingerie on the floor, kento lifted your leg, pressing sweet kisses to it while his hand roamed your thigh, starting at the ankle and making his way up. everything touch and graze of his kept you in a trance. he couldn’t stop himself from stealing more glances at your sopping cunt, which was drooling onto the sheets beneath you.

“god, look at you,” he groaned, positioning himself back between your legs with them comfortably placed over each of his shoulders. you felt his shaky, hot breathes against your core, sending tingles through your body. he pressed a soft kiss against your clit that forced a gasp from your throat and a hum from him.

although you were just laying there, eyes trained on kento and fingers intertwined in his hair, you were out of breathe and hot, like you’d just ran a mile. but nothing could’ve prepared you for the fire that would erupt in your abdomen as he finally laid his tongue flat against you with a long, slow swipe from your hole up to your clit.

“oh, fuuuck,” you cried, your hips involuntarily bucking, fingers tightening in his hair, eliciting a deep moan from kento's throat. the vibration sent goosebumps up your entire body. rough hands tightened around the fat of your hips to keep you in place as he gifted you with another long stroke.

he continued his loving attack on your bud while languish whimpers and whines continued to fall from your lips, hips writhing helplessly in his grasp. you damn near fell apart when the wet muscle pushing past the ring of resistance and into your crying cunt.

"k-kento,” you whimpered.

“you taste so good, darling,” he groaned against you. “can’t get enough- need you.” he replaced his tongue with a finger, but not before reaching down and unzipping his pants to allow his aching length some relief. his digits didn’t fail to make you clench wildly and feel small pressure as began to curl it up into your velvety walls. a second finger soon entered while he placed loving strokes and sucks with his tongue on your sensitive bud.

you’ve never been in a place of so much pleasure. his deep moans and needy breathes, the combination of stimulation against your clit and stretching sweet spot, the idea of being laid out for kento to have you- all of you, was enough to push you over the edge.

“fuck, ken- i-”

“gonna cum, darling?”

“y-yeah,” you gasped, biting your lip as you felt yourself climb to your peak.

“then cum for me, love,” he commanded, and the sound of his voice with one last deep pump of his fingers was all it took for your orgasm to take over with another clenching fit of your cunt and thighs as you repeatedly stammered his name through your high.

kento finger-fucked you delicately down from your orgasm, slowly removing them when your shivering slowed and hands released his tousled blonde hair. he pulled of his trousers, huffing at the freedom his cock felt, and knelt over you once more. he lovingly swept sweaty strand of hair from your forehead, peppering it with kisses.

“are you alright, darling?” he asked with a kiss on your panting lips. you nodded, eyes fluttering open to meet his with a smile. you were more alright than you’ve ever been, but you still felt an aching need that could only be satisfied by him.

"kento,” you murmured, feeling his abs tense as you fumbled with the waistband of his boxers. “i need…”

“you need what?” he huffed, eyes glazed over with lust.

“i need you,” you whined, cupping his length through the cloth. “i need all of you, please?”

he groaned, meeting you with a passionate kiss. “are you sure?”

“yes, please. i'm sure… need you,” you whispered.

“fuck,” he pushed off his boxers. “i need you, too.”

settling over your with a forearm beside your head, he kissed you fervently; tongues tangling while he spread his precum with his fist down his cock, doing the same with his raging red tip up and down your soaked core. kento knew he wouldn’t last long, you knew after spotting his girthy, long length that you wouldn’t either.

“forgive me, it’s been a while,” he blushed. “i probably won’t last.”

“me neither, i don’t care” you murmured with a smile and reassuring fingers fluttering over his arms and back.

“you can always tell me to stop, understand?”

“i know,” you whispered, grazing his bottom lip with your finger. “please, ken?”

“i could never deny you,” as he finally pushed his tip in, both of you moaning at the pressure. beads of sweat slowly dripped down his temple as he watched himself slowly inch himself into your pulsing heat with half-lidded eyes, already in a daze. he pushed through the tight ring of resistance, pausing in place after hearing your whimpers and feeling your nails dig into his tightened biceps.

“are you alright, love?” he panted.

“yes,” you nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer, tears of pain and pleasure slipping from your eyes as you smiled at the feeling of being deliciously stretched by kento's cock. “keep going, please?”

he swiped your tears with the pad of his thumbs before kissing you lovingly and pushing further into you, both of you a whimpering mess as your clit finally reached his hilt, kissing your cervix with his leaking tip. he followed with soft, shallow thrusts to allow you to adjust to the stretch, worried about causing you pain.

“you’re taking me so well, darling. so pretty laid out for me like this.”

soon, your whimpers turned to sweet, pleasured moans, giving him permission to increase his pace. kento felt every clench and pulse of your crying cunt as he softly tapped your cervix with every thrust of his hips, every rut spreading more of your slick on his balls and pelvis, your thighs, and onto the sheets below. the sight of you under him, flushed cheeks and panting lips chanting his name, was more than enough for him. his peak came fast, almost all at once.

“sh-shit, i'm s-sorry, darling,” he stuttered, quickly pulling out and leaving you whining at the sudden emptiness. his length jerked over your pelvis as it shot fat, milky white threads of searing cum over your stomach.

"fuuuck,” kento groaned, head buried in your neck, one hand tightly gripping the pillow underneath your head and the other on your hip. his stomach tightened with every pulse and you cried in pleasure as you felt his cum drip over the curves of your waist and pool in your navel.

he nipped at your collarbone, panting and hot as he came down from his high before raising his head and kissing you feverishly.

“i want more, need more,” he panted, using his rough, thick fingers and messily spreading his cum around your stomach, painting it with lustful strokes.

“yes, please, please, ken,” you begged, cupping his face in your hands. he prodded at your sopping wet entrance before pushing into you once more.

“you’re so good to me,” he breathed in your ear as he held you tight through your whimpers and cries. “so good, so beautiful lying under me, letting me take care of you.”

he suddenly sat back on his knees and hugged your legs to his chest, your feet dangling over his shoulders and he lifted you to a new angle that rutted into your sweet spot just right, leaving you a babbling and whining mess as you gripped the sheets beside you.

“oh god, oh- ken,” you cried, back arching off the bed as he kissed and nipped your ankles, his eyes boring into you. you- your swollen lips chanting his name, your neck and chest littered with love marks, your hardened nipples pointing towards the sky, your stomach and curves painted with his seed, your wet cunt pulling and pushing his throbbing cock, your thighs and ass that shook with every thrust.

his calloused thumb met your sensitive clit with quick circles that made kento clench his jaw when you tightened around him almost painfully.

“i'm c-cumming!” you cried. “ah! ken-”

your orgasm crashed over you like it never had before, electricity shooting through every nerve in your body as you shook uncontrollably under him. he couldn’t do anything but continue to ram into you over and over with brutally deep strokes; addicted to your feeling, watching with widened eyes and blown out pupils when you squealed and released a small gush of clear, hot liquid onto kento's cock and pelvis.

"keeennnn,” you hoarsely moaned, only the whites of your eyes showing as your high seemingly never ended. "thank you, thank you, thank you,” you babbled nonsensically.

“taking me so good, fuck, i can’t get enough of you,” he huffed, watching your squirt drip down his pelvis and listening to the lewd squelching of your cunt before spreading your thighs around his waist once more and leaning over to kiss you. “shit, i'm close, too.”

“cum in me, ken,” you hoarsely begged, still senseless and coming down from your high as you clawed into his back. your words alone were almost enough to make him give in to you on the spot, eyes rolling back and teeth gritting together to stop himself from doing so.

“d-don’t say that,” he growled.

“please, please, ken,” you whined. “need it, i need you, please.”

“don’t, hah- beg like that,” his sweaty forehead rested against yours, unable to hold back any longer and suddenly not giving a shit about any remaining inhibitions. “i- darling, f-fuck.”

he held you tight against him, muscles spasming while his hips harshly slammed into yours, kissing your cervix every time. you moaned wildly as his fat cock stretched you wider and coated your saccharine walls with a thick layer of cum. you spiraled into yet another orgasm as kento fucked his hot spurts deeper and deeper into you by his malicious thrusts, nails clawing into his back and shaky whines escaping your swollen lips over the the heinously alluring sounds of your wet pussy.

you shared sleepy, lazy, hot kisses with each other as both of you reeled from your highs. reluctantly, he carefully pulled out, listening to your soft whimpers at the sudden emptiness and the feeling of his hot cum seeping out of you onto the sheets.

“missed you, ken,” you whispered, eyelashes fluttering against his cheek.

“i missed you more.”

he held you tight, unwilling to let you go ever again, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. a decade of pain and longing had suddenly vanished as you laid together, vulnerable and exhausted. you felt like you could cry, thoughts of this evening finally returning into your mind as you relished in his warm embrace. kento was the same, re-memorizing the hue of your hair and the tint of your swollen lips; mindlessly muttering praises for you like he’d dreamed about for so long.

neither of you noticed the sun peeking over the city skyline, the light reflecting off windows into your room like sequins dancing over your bodies, painting your skins in a shade of gold you could never replicate if you tried.

ahem, anyways...

next: part thirteen

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