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werewolf who doesn't kiss like a person. they're on a first date and the human they had a cute dinner with leans in nervously, hoping they'll reciprocate, and the wolf gives them a massive slobbery lick up one cheek
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can i request a paige smut where like the reader had pissed her off BADDD (in whatever way you see fit) and so paige fucks her with the strap BUT the reader keeps like pushing at her abs and ahitbtryna het her to slow down which in return pisses her off moreâŠpls :)
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ââčàŒâ§âË.Ë Â· .ŚŚà«ąÂ·Ë àŒ you can take it,,
paige bueckers x fem!reader
âi donât wanna talk to you dude.â
paige was absolutely furious. you missed one of the biggest shots of her careerâ a score-tying buzzer beater that ended up saving her team and securing them a win in overtimeâ all because you were talking to a guy in the stands. she was so excited to talk to you about it, for the both of you to share that excitement. so you could imagine her disappointment in hearing that you didnât see it.
âpaige are you serious? iâm sorry alright? i got to see it on the replays, it was really good.â
you try to reach out for her but she shrugs you off again, and now youâre pissed too. the guy was your classmate that spotted you in the crowd and wanted to say hello. you had apologized about a trillion times for missing the shot, still affirming to her how awesome it probably was in the moment.
it only made her feel worse when the guy approached you again at the end of the game. hadnât he taken enough of your attention already?
âjust leave me alone. if you want to be entertained just go talk to that guy again anyway. let him stare down your shirt for all i care.â paige throws her shirt into a corner of your room, littering her sweaty garments around your room.
âis that was this is about? a guy?â
she rolls her eyes, flopping onto your shared bed. she scrolls through her phone to avoid your gaze because she doesnât want to say something she regrets. her legs are spread, creating space that in any usual situation youâd gravitate towards.
you stupidly decided to tease paige after finding out the true root of her anger. half-naked, you crawl towards her legs on the bed and seat yourself right on her lap. your hand pushes her phone away for her undivided attention.
you were probably going to regret this later.
âyou know what we were talking about?â
she knows she shouldnât give in just by the look in your eyes, but she does anyway. sheâs a sucker for you.
âwell he kept asking if i wanted to leave with him. i told him i had a girlfriend but he wouldnât take no for an answer,â you lean closer, lowering your voice, âyou know what he told me paige?â
âwhat?â sheâs near breathless, anger still lingering because this guy seems like a douche.
âhe told me heâd fuck me so good if i left with him. said heâd fuck me better than you ever could.â
âfuck off. donât fucking piss me off.â
âhe was cute. maybe-â
âpaige!â
sheâs rutting into you relentlessly, the same way she has been for the past hour. youâve been squeezing around her strap like a vice the entire time from one position to the next.
after you teased paige earlier all she saw was red. she knew it wasnât true, but the fact that you even uttered the words had some insane affect on her. she instantly had you on your back, purple strap heavy between your thighs. ever since then sheâd been thrusting into you, never stopping or letting up unless she was finding a new angle.
sheâd effortlessly coaxed you through three orgasms already and you were definitely feeling the effects. your thighs shook as she held them flush to her body, eyes glued to your face that was twisted together with pleasure.
you were so fucked out you hardly realized your girlfriendâs hand trailed down to the heat between your legs. her thumb rubbed sloppily against your throbbing clit, your eyes shooting open with a pornographic moan. the feeling was overwhelming and made your body shake even worse because, how many times had she done this?
âoh fuck- paige i canât..â
âyeah you can baby. want you to cum for me.â
your orgasm feels different this time, sensitivity heightened and you canât control it. sheâs so deep and sheâs filling you so good, thrusting hard and with so much purpose.
âbet that guy couldnât make you feel this way huh?â
youâre nodding at her words because sheâs right. no one has ever or could ever make you feel better than she does. she knows it.
paige continues stimulating your already over-sensitive bud, pressing harder and faster to match the pace of her hips. you moan out a high-pitched screech and mumble incoherently as your back arches off the bed so much paige has to push you back down. the pressure on your stomach sends you over the edge, sheets tight in your grasp as you finish.
she soothes your sides by running her hands up and down your body, slowing her thrusts but never stopping. youâre attempting to push your body up the bed but her grasp on you is firm and bruising.
âone more baby.â youâre still delirious from the last orgasm and sheâs already speeding up her pace.
fuck her and her cardio.
you finally let go of the sheets, reaching out to push at your girlfriendâs abs. âpaige please, i canât. sâtoo much p.â
sheâs immediately pulling your hands away, pushing them above your head as she leans over to whisper in your ear, âyou can take it.â
sheâs offended that you even suggested you couldnât. her large hands find your hips again, pulling your body further down the bed and onto her silicone dick. your mouth fell open with a moan and you didnât know if it was from the feeling of her splitting you in half or her persistence. probably both.
âtryna push me away,â she groans, âdonât be stupid baby.â
she pulls your legs over her shoulders with urgency as she snaps her hips against your own. the burn is finally catching up with her but she doesnât even care because all she can focus on is you and the way youâre moaning her name.
you gush around her, cum dripping and soaking your sheets. the shake of your body vibrates against paige and encourages her to thrust impossibly faster, a whine escaping past your lips. sheâs too good.
the all-too-familiar feeling forms deep in your abdomen again. you shift your hips, chasing your release as your hips angle down. paigeâs last thrust makes you cry out, the bubble of anticipation for your orgasm popping. even paige moans as she stills because she swears she can feel you throbbing around her.
a sigh escapes you when paige pulls out. you feel incredibly empty after being filled for so long, a quiet whimper sounding through the room at the new feeling.
paige slips the strap off quickly. once she does, she resumes her previous position between your legs. sheâs being gentle as her hands glide over your skin to massage the ache away. itâs a large contrast to her harsh thrusts only minutes ago.
âyou did so good, ready to go again?â
âagain?â youâre in disbelief as her legs slot with your own, leaning back ever-so-slightly so her pussy meshes with your own. the feeling makes your legs twitch and youâre already moaning at the barely-there friction.
âyou didnât think that was it, did you?â
ââčàŒâ§âË.Ë Â· .ŚŚà«ąÂ·Ë àŒ
i hope i did this request justice!!
actually partially spell-checked this time đ€
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This idea just popped into my headđ What if the team and reader are all in a roadtrip in a van, small van at that. Meaning some of the members had to sit on eachothers laps, leaving reader to sit on G!P Natashaâs. Everyone amongst the team noticed the tension between reader and G!PNatasha that had been brewing.And the car ride just leads to Natasha secretly stuffing her cock into reader, and just letting the bumps of the van help bounce reader on her dick unbeknownst to the team.
Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! G!P Natasha, cock-warming, overstimulating, multiple orgasm
Word Count: 1,4K
A/N: first..HOW do yall have such great ideas?? And second..for my daily education stuff: Do you know, that if you have to be silence, the pleasure and orgasm is more intense?đ§đ»ââïž Good night. đ«łđ»đ€
The sun had just started to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the countryside as the Avengersâ van cruised down the open highway. It was a rare occasion for the team to take a break from saving the world and enjoy a road trip together. The van was small, too small for a team of superheroes, but that was part of the charm of the journey. It forced them to get closer, both physically and emotionally.
You found yourself sitting on Natashas lap, a situation that had your heart racing and your cheeks flushing. The van was packed tight, with Tony and Steve up front, Bruce and Clint squeezed into the middle, and Vision and Wanda sharing the backseat with you and Natasha. The closeness was unavoidable, but it was the subtle tension between you and Natasha that had you on edge.
Natashaâs hands rested casually on your hips, but there was nothing casual about the way her fingers would occasionally tighten, sending shivers down your spine. The others seemed oblivious, chatting and laughing about old missions and plans for the weekend. But you could feel the heat of Natashaâs gaze, the way her breath would hitch every time the van hit a bump.
âComfortable?â Natashaâs voice was low, almost a purr, right next to your ear. You nodded, not trusting your voice. You felt a soft, yet firm pressure as Natasha shifted slightly beneath you, making you hyper-aware of every point of contact between you.
âI think so..â you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. âJust relax,â Natasha murmured, her breath hot against your ear. âIâve got you.â
The van hit another bump, and your breath caught as you felt Natashaâs cock, hard and insistent, pressing against you. You bit your lip, trying to stay composed, but Natashaâs hands held you steady, guiding you just enough to increase the delicious friction.
âNatasha, what are youâŠ?â you began, your voice trailing off as another jolt from the van made you gasp. âShh,â Natasha whispered, her hands sliding under your shirt to caress your bare skin. âJust go with it.â
Your face burned, but you couldnât deny the thrill of the situation. Natashaâs subtle movements, the way she would flex her hips just so, using the motion of the van to her advantage, was driving you wild. Each bump pushed you down further onto Natashaâs cock, the pleasure building steadily, almost unbearably.
âYouâre doing great,â Natasha said softly, her voice a soothing contrast to the intensity of her actions. âJust let the van do the work.â Steve glanced back, a hint of concern in his voice. âYou okay back there?â
âYeah, just fine.â Natasha replied smoothly, her voice betraying none of the heat that was coursing between you. You managed a nod, grateful for Natashaâs calm. âNatasha,â you gasped, struggling to keep your voice low. âS-Someone will notice..â
âNo, they wonât,â Natasha reassured you, her lips brushing your ear. âJust trust me. Enjoy it.â You could feel Natashaâs breath against your neck, her lips brushing the sensitive skin there as she whispered, âYouâre so tight, I can feel you squeezing me.â
Natashaâs hand slid up your body, slipping under your shirt and cupping your breast. She squeezed, her thumb brushing over your nipple, making you gasp.
With a final, jarring bump, you couldnât hold back the moan that escaped you, muffled by the sound of the vanâs tires on the gravel road. Natashaâs grip tightened, holding you in place as the pleasure finally crested, leaving you shuddering in the redheadâs lap.
But Natasha didnât stop. She continued to move, her cock buried deep inside you, prolonging your orgasm. âThatâs it,â she murmured, her voice low and commanding. âCome for me. Show me how much you love this.â
Your body convulsed with the intensity of your climax, your breath coming in ragged gasps. âN-Natasha, please,â you whimpered, feeling overwhelmed.
âPlease what?â Natasha asked, her tone mocking. âYou just have to let go.â You tried to shift, to pull away slightly, but Natashaâs strong hands held you in place. âNo, you donât,â Natasha growled softly. âYouâre not going anywhere.â
âNatash- f-fuck..â you moaned, your voice desperate. You glanced around nervously, noticing Wandaâs eyes on you for a brief moment before looking away.
âYou better be quiet,â Natasha replied, a cruel smile playing on her lips. She grabbed your wrists, pulling them forward and placing them on the table in front of you. âKeep them there.â she commanded.
And you came. Your body was trembling, the overstimulation making already your head spin. You tried to focus on keeping your hands on the table, your knuckles white from gripping the edge. Steve glanced back again, his eyes narrowing in concern. âAre you okay? You look a bit pale.â
Natasha seized the opportunity, wrapping her arms around you in a mock embrace. âSheâs fine, Steve. Just a little tired, right?â Natasha said, her voice sweet yet deceptive. She leaned in closer to you, whispering in your ear, âDonât move.â
In that moment, Natasha thrust her hips forward sharply, pushing her cock deeper into you. Your eyes widened, your breath hitching as you struggled to maintain your composure. Natashaâs arms tightened around you, ostensibly in a comforting hug, but in reality, it was to hold you steady. âY-Yes!â you managed to say, your voice shaky. âLong d-day..â
Steve nodded slowly, his concern easing. âAlright, just let us know if you need anything.â Natasha smirked, her lips brushing your ear. âSee? No one suspects a thing,â she whispered. âNow, focus on me.â
You tried to focus on keeping your hands on the table, your knuckles white from gripping the edge. âYouâre doing so well,â Natasha praised, her voice dripping with satisfaction. âTaking me so perfectly.â
The van hit another bump, and this time, Natashaâs breath caught sharply. Her fingers dug into your hips as she felt a wave of pleasure surge through her. âFuck,â she hissed, her voice strained. âIâm close.â
The realization that Natasha was as affected as you were sent a new thrill through your body. Natashaâs hips snapped up, thrusting deep into you, and you felt another wave of pleasure crashing over you. âAgain,â Natasha demanded, her grip on your hips bruising. âI want you to come again.â
âI canât,â you whimpered, tears forming in the corners of your eyes from the intensity. âYes, you can,â Natasha insisted, her voice leaving no room for argument. âYouâre going to come again, and youâre going to do it for me.â
Your body obeyed, your second orgasm hitting you even harder than the first. You bit your lip to stifle your moans, your body shaking with the force of your climax. Natasha held you through it, her own breath coming in heavy pants.
As the van continued its journey, you slumped back against Natasha, your body spent and trembling. Natashaâs cock was still buried deep inside you, keeping you filled and connected. Natashaâs hand caressed your cheek, her voice softening. âGood girl,â she murmured. âYou did so well.â
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. You turned your head slightly, meeting Natashaâs eyes. âYou planned this, didnât you?â you whispered, a mix of accusation and admiration in your tone. Natashaâs lips curved into a sly smile. âMaybe,â she replied, her voice low and teasing. âDid you like it?â
You couldnât help but smile back. âYes,â you admitted, your voice soft. âI did.â Natashaâs hand slid down to squeeze your thigh gently. âGood,â she said. âBecause we still have 4 hours ahead of us.â
#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha x reader#natasha smut#natasha romanoff#dom!natasha x reader#natasha romanov x reader#nat x reader#natasha romanov smut#natasha romonova#the avengers#natasha
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Lima Bean
pairing: kenji sato x reader
summary: kenji makes his intentions clear and a certain reporter is a little too committed to his job
an: ik the title is kinda dumb but bear with me i have an idea (title is still subject to change if the idea falls through). also tags are being kind of silly and I don't know how to get them to act right so if you asked to be tagged but didn't get notified I swear I tried đ
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âIâm pregnant.â
Those two words changed Kenjiâs entire demeanor in seconds. His face dropped and his jaw hung open in complete disbelief. â. . . Are you sure?â He asked.Â
âPositive test, missed period, morning sickness,â you listed off. âIâm going to make an OBGYN appointment anyway just to be 100% sure, but so far yeah Iâm pretty sure.â
âAh,â was all he could say in response, his mind both blank and racing at the same time. Had he really not used protection? Was he that drunk? He tried to think back to that night, but all he could seem to remember was a flash of you under him and his lips on your neck. His face immediately flushed scarlet.Â
âAre you angry?â You asked, noticing the rapid shift in his complexion.Â
He rushed to deny your assumption. âNo! No, nothing like that. I'm just . . . not sure what to make of this.â
âI know how you feel,â you said wryly. âJust thought you should know, I guess.â You shrugged your shoulders, feeling almost hollow inside with the knowledge that your life was about to undergo a drastic change.
âI appreciate it, thank you. If you donât mind, uh,â he hesitated, searching for the right words. âI'd like to be present. To be a father.â He thought back to when he took care of Emi and how much he came to love her. He was confident in his ability to take care of his own biological child, even if these werenât the circumstances in which he imagined heâd have one.Â
You looked at him as if you were meeting him for the very first time, entirely taken aback by his willingness to step up. Truthfully you'd expected him to deny any responsibility, but there he was, asking to raise the baby alongside youâto step up to the metaphorical plate and be a dad. âReally? And youâre not going to leave at the first inconvenience?â
âNo. You have my word on that.â His expression was one of utmost sincerity. âI want to be a dad. Granted, this isnât how I expected it,â he laughed awkwardly, âbut itâs how it happened, and I won't run away from it.â
You gave him a soft smile. âI'll be honest, I didn't expect you to be so noble.â
âThought Iâd tell you to get rid of it or just throw a check at you to never contact me again? I understand the concern, but I want to be there every step of the way.â
âThen, would you like to come with me for my appointment? I havenât scheduled it yet but . . .â you trailed off, realizing you were asking a very busy man to take time out of his day to accompany you to a doctor's appointment. âUnless of course youâre busy or donât want to,â you added quickly.
He laughed at how flustered youâd gotten. âI'll be there. No matter the weather, practice, or a game, I will be there. Thatâs my kid youâve got in there after all,â he said with a broad grin on his face as he pointed to your abdomen. âAnd that takes priority over everything else.â
âWow. Youâre smitten with something thatâs probably the size of a lima bean right now,â you teased.
âWoah now, thatâs our lima bean and Iâm going to be the best dad a bean could wish for,â he asserted, imagining teaching his future son or daughter to play baseball with him or helping with homework, even what it would be like to do his daughterâs hair, or perhaps teaching his son how to tie a tie.
He was snapped from his thoughts when you slid your phone towards him from across the table, the screen displaying a new contact. âIf we're going to be coparenting we should have each other's numbers.â
He picked up the device to input his number and then checked his own phone. He showed you the screen, a message from your own number displayed there.Â
It was only when he handed your phone back to you that you noticed how late it had already become. âOh wow, I didnât realize the time. I didn't mean to keep you so late,â you apologized.Â
âNo no, itâs fine. I'm glad you, or, Ami, I guess, insisted we have this conversation in person. Think if I had been told over text Iâd still be sitting on the couch reading it over and over again,â he laughed.Â
âThat was how I felt looking at the test. It didnât feel real.â You had a smile that mirrored his own, and you couldnât believe how fortunate you were that Kenji wasnât the douche you expected heâd be when he found out. Quite the opposite, to your pleasant surprise.
âDo you need a ride back home?â He asked earnestly, not quite ready to say bye. After all, you hadnât allowed him the chance the last time you had met.Â
You shook your head as you stood from the table. âNo, I drove here, but thanks anyway. I guess I'll keep in touch?â
He hummed in affirmation, standing from his chair, his impressive height towering over you. He gestured for you to walk first, following close behind you, his hand lightly pressed to your lower back as he walked with you to your car. While the two of you were wishing each other good night, another patron of the cafe was typing furiously into his phone, notifying his boss that he had just overheard the sport's world's juiciest scandal in months.
-â-
The first thing you did the following day was schedule an appointment with an obstetrician. There had been a recent cancellation so you were able to get a slot in just a few days. You sent Kenji a text to notify him when and where, a small part of you looking forward to seeing him again. He responded quickly, saying he would definitely be there.Â
When the day came, he called you to ask if you wanted to go together, rather than take two cars. You agreed and told him your address, choosing to wait for him inside due to the biting cold of December. When you heard a car pull up, you exited your home, and it took all of your willpower not to gawk at his car, which was probably worth more than your entire house. You saw the driver's door begin to open, and he stepped out, breathtakingly handsome as usual. He pushed his sunglasses on top of his head and waved, greeting you with a jovial âMorning!â
âGood morning, Kenji,â you returned, a smile gracing your features.Â
As you approached the car, he slid back into the driver's seat and looked over at you, taking in the sight of the mother of his future child. He'd lain awake all night, playing with the idea over and over in his mind. He was really going to be a dad. How different could it be to raise a human baby if heâd already done so with a 20-foot-tall kaiju baby?
You noticed his gaze in your peripheral vision, but as you turned to look at him he snapped his attention forward and made himself busy with inputting the name of the doctorâs office youâd given him into the GPS.Â
The ride was filled with pleasant small talk, asking each other how you had been since last time, basically avoiding the elephant in the room and talking about everything except the new life between you. After parking, he made sure to open the door to the office for you and entered after you, a rush of cold air enveloping you as you approached the front desk. You confirmed your appointment with the receptionist, and she directed the two of you to sit in the waiting room and told you your name would be called when the doctor was ready.Â
As you were waiting, you noticed Kenjiâs leg bouncing up and down rapidly, showing his nerves despite it not even being his appointment. You took the opportunity that had presented itself and placed your hand atop his knee. He looked over at you, his brown eyes wide and his lips pressed into a thin line. âYou can wait in the car if youâd preferââ
âNo!â He all but shouted, refusing to let you believe for even one second that he would run out. âI said I would be here for you and I will,â he said adamantly, placing his hand over yours where it was still on his knee and squeezing tightly, a physical reassurance that we was staying put.Â
ây/n l/n.â You heard your name called. You and Kenji stood together, his hand not releasing yours. Instead, he rubbed calming circles on the skin as you were escorted into the patient rooms, though you werenât entirely sure if it was meant to ease his nerves or yours. Either way, it was a sweet gesture.
-â-
The gel was cold as it was spread across your exposed skin, sending shivers up your spine. A grainy black and white image showed up on the screen, and the doctor pointed to a small grey object depicted on it, surrounded by a sea of black. âThis,â she started, âis the fetus.â You looked at the screen in awe before glancing over at Kenji. He was seated in a chair against the wall, his elbows braced on his knees as he leaned forward, his attention rapt on the screen and his lips open in a small âoâ shape.Â
The doctor chuckled at your amazed reactions. âExcited to be parents?â She asked.
You donât think Kenji even heard her, so you answered. âTo be totally honest, this was unexpected, but I think we can make it work. Kenji here made it very clear that he wants to be a dad.â
âThat's wonderful to hear. Well, looking at the scan I'd say youâre about 7 weeks along and you can expect to welcome the baby around August 11.Â
Kenji was practically bubbling as you each took your seats in the car, and he kept stealing glances at your tummy even if you werenât showing any visible change yet.Â
-â-
These past few days of tailing the nation's sweetheart baseball player were so worth it, thought the man sitting in his car while browsing through the photos of Kenji Sato and a woman heâd never been seen with before entering and leaving an OBGYN facility together. Interesting. Very interesting. With those photos there was no denying that Kenji Sato, baseball heartthrob, was a soon-to-be father.
-â-
Kenji put the car in park in your driveway. You made to get out of the car until he exclaimed âWait!â You re-situated yourself on the seat, angling yourself towards him. He seemed almost at war with himself, like he wasnât sure if he wanted to actually say what had prompted him to stop you from leaving. âWould you, uh,â he faltered, chuckling awkwardly. âWould you like to go on a date with me?â He gave you a hopeful look.Â
Heat flushed across your face and ears, and you beamed at him. âDoing things way out of order arenât we?â You joked.Â
He laughed mirthfully as well. âWay out of order,â he agreed. âSo, was that a yes? To go out?â
âYes, that was a yes,â you giggled, finding his eagerness endearingly sweet.
He nodded his head. âOk. Ok, great. Are you free this Saturday? I'll pick you up?â
âIâll see you then,â you agreed cheerfully, and, deciding to take another risk since you were doing things all out of order anyway, you leaned over and placed a quick peck against his cheek before hopping out of the car and waving goodbye. He continued to wait in the car until he saw you safely enter your home, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest and his face crimson red, one hand placed lightly against where your lips had touched his skin.Â
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I love your work, and Iâve been creeping on your master list and itâs so good đâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâŠ pls do one with Azriel and AFAB reader who finds out first that theyâre true mates but says nothing at all, too scared that heâll reject her cause heâs in love with Elain and she witnesses the whole necklace gifting/almost kiss between them and runs away, tries to avoid both of them for days and gets sick or injured or something and thatâs when Az realizes it too and smut ensues đ«¶đâ€ïž
Since You Have A Lover
pairing : azriel x afab!reader
warnings: angst babe, torture too (oopsđđ€Ł), not proofread, swearing, probs typos, mild smut at the end, testing out the longer fics and then weâre gonna figure out if longer or shorter is better đ«Ł
thank you for the request bean! i switched it up a little to add some much needed angst but iâm so happy youâve been enjoying đđ
oh andâŠeducate a girl. wtf is afab?đ respectfully ofc
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Deep breaths and a lowered gaze is how you make it through family dinners as your stomach lurches uncomfortably.
The feeling never got easier, even after months of enduring the debilitating emotions that ensued from watching your mate love another.
Itâs instinctual to be jealousâto compare yourself to Elain when Azriel refused to tear his eyes away. He was supposed to be your equal and yet the longer dinner went on with overhearing their hushed conversation and not-so-sneaky touches under the table; you felt anything but suitable in comparison.
Drowning those thoughts is surprisingly easy, a plethora of wine bottles are scattered about the table and not a single person bats an eye when you snatch one up for yourself. Theyâre too caught up in each other to realize youâve slipped away; abandoning the suffocating love that permeated from every direction besides your own.
Fresh air helps a little, the stolen bottle of wine aiding in keeping you warm from the unforgiving nighttime chill. Eventually the cool bite doesnât send shivers down your spine and you barely even flinch when bare skin meets cold stone, your gaze dipping down to lively town below.
Time moves too quickly as the observer, seconds bleeding into minutes until hours have passed and the bottle has nothing left to offer. Thereâs a brief moment where your foggy brain contemplates the effort it would take to retrieve another when your solitude is broken.
Two bodies burst through the balcony doors on the furthest side, mostly concealed by trees and flowers but youâd recognize those wings anywhere. A hand smacks over your mouth to conceal any sound, body freezing in place as you witness Azriel press Elain into the wall, his hands cradling the sides of her face lovingly.
A part of you shatters when you catch that sparkle in his eye, the eagerness in his movement to have her closer until her cheeks go flush and thick lashes flutter closed in preparation for the sweet kiss Azriel is sure to grant her.
Youâre unable to stomach another moment and neither of them even flinch when you shuffle from your spot and make a bee-line for the exit. Tears cloud your vision, shoulders shaking and steps unsteady as you all but run through the halls, darting up the stairs and colliding right into another body. âOh,â The startled sound is all but whimpered out of you and red eyes and splotchy cheeks are the first thing Nesta sees as you look up. âGods, Iâm sorry.â You scramble to your feet, retrieving the book sheâd dropped in the collision. âIâm so sorry, I wasnât watching here I was going.â
âThatâs not like you.â
A weak smile quirks at the corner of your mouth, unbound hair in unruly strands down your shoulders. âIâm not quite myself at the moment.â
Nesta hums in response, slender arms crossing over her chest and the fabrics of her nightgown shifts with the motion. Her gaze is scrutinizing, picking apart the truth from the lies and youâre infinitely grateful that she doesnât call you out on your state of disarray. âWant me to walk you to your room?â
âNo.â You whisper, hastily wiping your cheeks and attempting to smooth down stray hairs and wrinkled silks. âNo, I think Iâm going to go for a walk instead. I could use the fresh air.â
âItâs three in the morning.â
Nesta's neck cranes, slowly turning on the balls of her feet as you swiftly slip past her and make way for your chambers. Perhaps, it's the defeated slump of your shoulders that catches Lady Death's attention; that emptiness in your eyes that couldn't even be filled by the overflowing tears that stained your cheeks.
She considers waking Cassian--he always was better equipped to handle the emotions of others but you're already gone, disappearing behind the door without even saying goodnight. Something about the interaction forces her to linger, smutty book long forgotten as she waits to see you creep out that same room ten minutes later.
You're dressed to better accommodate the weather now. Thick leathers insulating body heat while subconsciously providing much needed compression--the tight fabric mimics comfort in its attempt to hold together the broken bits of you shoved inside.
Nesta's lips part, a million possible words resting at the tip of her tongue but you're quick to intercept, tone numb and alarmingly empty. "Don't wait up."
--
Being alone was supposed to be relaxing.
Distracting, at the very least.
But, all you could feel was the cool prickle of awareness at the back of your neck the whole time you sat at the edge of the mountains that overlooked the Sidra. Each time you'd slow your breathing and attempt to regulate the unusual beat of your heart with the captivating view of Velaris at night. While most were inside, the homes that resided there were full of life; lights glowing golden through their windows, laughs ebbing through the woodwork and creating a sense of serenity that refuses to wash over you as well.
Eyes narrow, shoulders squaring and fingers twitch for the sharp daggers strapped to your thighs. The thick trees youâd come through seems far less attractive now, branches craning out like grabbing hands with gaps of murky darkness that resembled giant mouths waiting to swallow you up. âNesta?â
The chuckle that breaks through the clearing is anything but feminine. âNot quite.â
It happens too fast--the hand that smacks over your mouth to mute the startled scream that rips free. You push against the solid wall of a body stationed behind you, attempting to sway his stability in order to break free but a sharp sting in your neck renders you still.
The burn that follows is instant and before you can stop it, the unforgiving darkness becomes all you know.
--
The palpable tension at breakfast is suffocating.
Azriel's seething brood casts angsty shadows along his strong build, creating a visible wall between himself and his High Lord after the stern conversation he was forced into the night before. It runs on repeat in the shadow singers mind, the order given to back off on his affections towards the middle Archeron sister.
It seems cruel. A sick form of punishment that Azriel can't quite wrap his mind around because who was really in charge of the tragectory of his life? Azriel ? Or his High Lord?
The mere thought has his teeth grinding in silent contempt, his gaze flickering around the table before landing on the bare spot directly across from him. His brows furrow, confusion briefly sweeping away the rage as he considers the time--your usual schedule and the words leave his mouth before he can stop them. "Where is she?"
A brief pause, the casual conversation slowing to a halt until Azriel catches a glimpse of something on Nesta's face--a strain of guilt he'd seen a million times on a trillion different faces. "Left earlier this morning." Polished silverware scrapes at fine china, pushing aside food that her body refuses to indulge in. "Said she was going for a walk."
Discontentment settles into Azriel's bones--a feeling he struggles to understand and Nesta's answer only exasperates the unsteady sensation.
"In this weather?" Grey clouds are thick in the sky, shades of slate and granite completely masking the sun as relentless rains pour down from above. "When was this?"
"Around three."
Cassian swears lowly from beside his mate, a sturdy hand resting at her shoulders but the regret lacing his features speaks plenty about the decision to stay quiet for so long. It was too dangerous, especially after the last few meetings Rhys had with Kier in Hewn. Change took time and the Steward and his men were complaining about that change taking too long. Hateful words were thrown in the name of the people of Hewn City and how they had desires too; dreams of a better world for themselves and their children but the High Lordâs better judgement rose question to the other consequences that could arise from giving what they were asking for. "Ness that was nearly eight hours ago."
The screech of Azriel's chair draws attention, a sudden boost of fuel being injected in his veins. "Did she tell you where she was going exactly?"
Nestaâs tone turns into vitriol, a subconscious reaction to the guilt that gnawed at her bones for not seeking for you sooner after finding you in your state. The reminder of tears streaming down your face flashes behind her eyelids; the choppiness of your words through labored breathing. How desperately youâd attempted to wrangle it together just long enough to make it to your room and suddenly the eldest Archeron feels that familiar uselessness creep beneath her skin. âShe didnât leave me a map with a drawn out routeâshe just said she needed air.â
âWhile crying?â It wasnât intentional, Rhysand seeing the flash of memory that Nesta had unknowingly projected; her mental walls caving for just a fraction of a minute before the iron doors had regained their formidable security. âWhat happened?â
âI donât know,â Silverware clatters against the table, staining table linen in strawberry jam but no one seems to give a shit when the severity of the situation behinds to settle over the room. Nesta runs a hand against the material of her dress, smoothening out wrinkles and creases in order to avoid all of the eyes settling over her face. âI was just going to the library to read and we bumped into each other. She came from the balconyâI offered to walk her to her room but she justâŠâ A sigh pulls free, jaw setting tightly. âI let her go.â
âNesta.â Feyreâs slow shake of her head holds enough disappointment to have Nestaâs shoulders squaring on the defensive.
âIâm not some evil bitch, I waited up!â She seethes, the beginnings of those silver flames lapping at the steely grey of her eyes but the fight within isnât truly directed towards Feyre or anyone else but herself. Because sheâd felt the exact moment that you walked from the doors and winnowed away, that sheâd made a grave mistake. Nestaâs shoulders sag, fingers bunching unforgivingly into the inky linen cloth until she felt the tips of her nails digging into the polished mahogany underneath. âI waited.â
Azrielâs already out of the room without a word.
He didnât have a right to shame her because Azriel had a feeling he knew what sent you running.
His teeth grind together when thinking back to the night before when he and Elain had scuffled off onto the balcony at the witching hour; hoping their sins would be shielded by the dark cast of night. Too caught up in one another to consider another already occupying the space.
And, no matter how many times Azriel brushed his fingertips over the soft curve of Elainâs cheeks or vyed for a fleeting touch when passing in the hallwaysâthe kiss he thought he wanted lacked the spark he was sure would flicker to life when lips grazed.
Heâd pulled away so abruptly, brows furrowing in a stark line discontentment that was visible to anyone with eyes and then he heard the broken whimper of a gasp.
Itâs been too easy to pass it off as Elain and far easier for him to forget about it altogether after Rhysand had found an embarrassed Elain rushing back to her room with flushed cheeks and an unsteady gait. Heâd never heard his brother shout so loud, the veins in his neck protruding as he ordered Azriel to never even look her way again. That if a quick fuck in the dead of the night was what he desired then Azriel should wander along the cobblestone streets of Velaris and find himself a suitable pleasure house and pay for it.
The words act as fuel, Azrielâs senses working on overdrive; shadows scrying for information faster than ever before until theyâd returned with something he could work with.
Dropped neatly in his palms were the cool steel of your twin blades that never left the secure holsters forever strapped to your thighs.
And they were soaked in your blood.
â
You recognized the suffocating dank smell that tended to fester when stuffed so far beneath the earthâthe perfect dungeon.
One youâd been in countless times before, wearing that shadowy mask of indifference when masquerading as the soulless monster that became necessary to survive while in Hewn City. It took decades of assistance by Azrielâs side; an apprentice of sorts when the bounds of your affections had just begun testing its limitsâwondering to see just how far youâd go just to be near him.
To get him to notice you. Your mate. Yours. Yours.
All of that seems so foolish now. Insignificant compared to the dire situation youâd found yourself entangled in.
Sharp twinges of pain throb up your neck, aches settling in from the uncomfortable position and itâs a strain when you shift in attempts to take in your surroundings. Fear lurches in your chest when your hands donât move, restrained by chains that had you hung up like a prized hog after a fresh hunt.
Not good. Not good. Not good. So, not good.
âI always did love that look.â Immediately your spine goes ramrod straight, fingers clenching into fists over the cool bite of the chains as that voice washed over you like a bucket of water. Refreshing on your own terms and a horrible wake up call when it wasnât. âWhen panic shifts into realizationâtruly a sight worth capturing. Especially when attached to such a delicate disposition.â
Delicate?
Youâd never once used that word in ordinance to yourself.
Hearing it now, under such circumstances makes your heart lurch, itâs beat untamed against your ribcage and it takes every bit of strength left to smooth that look of utter calm across your features. âCome a little closer, let me show you how sweet I can get.â
The underlying threat is easily palpable and Kier is wise not to follow the bait; aware of the wounded animals ability to put up a considerable fight and heâs too coward to brawl fairly. âAs tempting as that is, it wonât be me who plays with you tonight.â Your teeth bare into a snarl, pure promise rumbling from your chest and the sound encourages a chuckle from the male.
Heâs not close enough to injure; to swing the brunt of your weight around for a well-timed kick that you knew would disable long enough to figure a way out of these damn restraints. But even with the distance between you, the resemblance between this male and Mor was striking. Sheâd inherited the shape of his lips, even if the words she spoke were far sweeter than the shit spewed from her predecessor. More similarities are spotted during your scrutinizing evaluation of him; the line of his nose, the shade of his hair, the confident air that oozed from his formâno matter how misplaced it was.
âIâll kill anyone who dares lay a finger on me.â
âSo much fight in you,â Kier all but croons, his eyes raking across your body in a way that was less than savory. âI canât wait to see how long it lasts.â
Breathe.
Years of training beside the spymaster had prepared you for this very moment and itâs easier to drift back into the memory of just another session; before things had gotten so complicated and heâd just been a friend eager to teach if you were willing to learn. Countless times youâd been in a similar situationâyou, waking up tied up to some chair with ropes securing every possible joint in place and Azriel would leave you there as long as it took for you to figure your way out of it.
Allow the thrum of your heart be the beat that keeps you focused.
Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump.
Relax and take in your surroundings. Notice things no one else thinks is important because that could be the one thing that keeps you from an untimely death.
The cell wasnât very large, four stone walls covered in grime and mildew with just enough space for two grown men to fit semi-comfortably. No windows. One door with a thin slot at the top large enough for two eyes to peer inside. No fire. No light. No warmth. No breeze, just stale, dank air that tasted of iron when your breathed in too deep.
Just stay alive long enough to get help.
âWhat do you want from me?â
Kier inhales a greedy breath, his chest expanding in the ornate armor worn. It glistens even with no lightâproving that even with his privileged title, he was never the one who got his hands dirty. âMany things,â He finally confessed, the words airy and nonchalant. Heâs too cocky. Too comfortable. âBut first, I want you to tell me about the Cursebreakers sisters.â He dares a step closer, arms crossed casually behind his back as a dark look begins to worm its way into his eye. âI want you to tell me everything you know about the Made ones and the power they stole from the Cauldron.â
Breathe. Focus on your heart beat. Stay alive.
Breathe. Focus on your heart beat. Stay alive.
Breathe. Focus on your heart beat. Stay alive.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
A smile works its way across his faceâone so familiar it taints good memories with its stain. âI hoped youâd say that.â Kier walks past, the smell of his cologne burning your nostrils and you couldnât imagine ever smelling tobacco and ash, bergamot and oakmoss without gagging ever again.
One knock on the thick steel door and slender male with hair like soot and eyes like a raven enters.
Your face remains a blank slate. Even as you take in the rubber material of his apron and the sturdy material of his leather boots. Well used gloves cover his hands and tucked under his left arm is a rawhide holder filled to the brim with all kinds of terrifying treats.
Breathe. Focus on your heart beat. Stay alive.
âWho are you?â
He takes his sweet time answering. Making a show of neatly setting down the holder and undoing the braided leather straps holding it in place. âYou can call me the Butcherâeveryone else does.â
âHow original.â A thick swallow to quell the nerves; to shove away the shake that threatened to disturb your carefully curated cadence. The chains rattle as you shift, the tips of your toes just barely skimming the cool ground beneath you but not quite enough to relieve your wrists of the burden of bearing the entirety of your weight. âWell, Butcherâcome make yourself useful and loosen my chains, will you? Itâs starting to chafe a bit.â
His head shakes in his denial, barely acknowledging the departing Steward and the heavy thud of the shutting doorâa lock sliding into place. âYou donât really want me to do that.â For donning such a threatening title, the Butcher is deceivingly soft-spoken. It sends your nerves into a fritz, triggering your fight or flight and for the first time since your eyes had opened and the darkness had waned; that delicately woven web of control slips from your grasp. âIf youâre as stubborn as I think you are,â The sharp ring of metal twangs through the air and in his grasp is a perfectly polished knife a little too curved to be considered a scalpel. âYouâll need something to hold onto. It helps with the painâŠfor a time.â
Breathe.
âThen letâs just get this over with, shall we?â
Butcher chuckles low under his breath, full lips concealed by an ever fuller beardâthe only thing about him that wasnât perfectly trim and proper. âNot a fan of foreplay?â
Fingers curl around the cool bite of thick chains, your chest rising and falling in a steady pattern as you began to dissociate. An attempt to keep your mind as protected as possible from whatever was to come. âIâm more of a rip-the-bandaid kind of girl.â
Death clings to the pristinely polished rubber of his apron, the creak of his gloves filling the space as worn fingers ready around the hilt of his weapon. âYou know,â Inhale through your nose, exhale through your mouth. Disappear off into that numb place deep, deep within your mind. Ignore the bite of the blade poking around already sensitive wounds. âUnder entirely different circumstances, I think I mightâve actually liked you.â
The switch flips so fastâtoo fast for you to catch but itâs impossible to miss the devastating burn that ripples through you as flesh is severed, muscle flayed and so, so much blood spilled.
Itâs hard to keep track of how much time passes down here without access to windows and youâre certain that itâs intentional, aiding in the psychological aspect of their torture.
Relax and take in your surroundings. Notice things no one else thinks is important because that could be the one thing that keeps you from an untimely death.
The masculine baritone of Azrielâs teachings repeated like a mantra in your mind until it becomes the only thing distracting you from the sound of your flesh tearing, your blood drip, drip, dripping a misshapen puddle beneath you.
You force yourself to keep conscious, mentally noting anything your eyes are able to latch onto. Insignificant things; ebony hair, umber skin, a brand burned into the middle of Butcherâs left wrist in a symbol half-obscured by his gloves.
Thereâs a block on your powers, not quite faebane in its most lethal dose but paired with the wards humming against the walls, you knew using magic wouldnât be an option for you. âTell me about the Made ones and I can stop.â
âI donât know anything.â
Just stay alive long enough to get help.
âYou live there with them,â Butcher goads, crooked teeth exposed when gritted into that grimace of a sneer. Leather creaks under the playful twist of his wrist, the sharpened blade carving at muscle and obliterating sinew until you swear it reaches bone. âYou share drink and food, you fight beside them in battle and you expect us to believe that secrets arenât shared as well?â Every breath is ragged, a sheen of sweat coating your skin and unruly hair sticks to the curve of your neck. âTell me what you know before I decide to get a little more creative in my methods.â
âEven if I did know anything, why the hell would I tell you? What would Hewn scum do with such knowledge?â
Your words have nicked a nerve, robbing the Butcher of that soft-spoken charm and replacing it with something more sinister. âYou say the same thing to that bastard Illyrian youâre always seen around?â
A brow quirks, furrowing ever so slightly as it became more and more apparent that this was more than some spur of the moment kidnapping. Their questions, the desire to keep you immobile and battered but not enough to render you unconsciousânot enough to be fatal. For whatever reason, they needed you alive and judging by the desperation that claws its way to the edges of Butchers voice, his curses and demands falling on deaf ears as your mind runs on overdrive to accumulate all the information you could before it was too late.
Each breath grows more labored, lashes fluttery and thick with exhaustion but just when it feel like too muchâwhen you feel like giving up and succumbing to the sweet oblivion.
The rake of talons brushes against your mental walls. A cautious prod, testing your durability and utter relief washes over you when that feline lilt floods your consciousness. âWeâre coming, just stay awake.â
The syllables barely reach your ears, sound faded by the obnoxious ringing that refused to subsideâa side affect from all the fucking screaming and shouting. Swears slurring together the longer you snapped at the male before you, knees jerking and wounds barking in agony when the heel of your foot smashes so hard into his nose, his skull caves in; limp body dropping to the floor with a thud.
Itâs all the strength you have in you and the death-grip you have around the chains is released all at once. Time moves in slow motion as you dangle there, vision darkening at the edges and that thrum of your heartbeat loud enough to distract you anymore. âRhys they wantâ they wantâŠâ
So much blood oozes from your wounds, drenching your leathers all the way through and you were definitely feeling the affects. Your vision blurs, lids going lazy with just enough time to hear that voiceâAzrielâs voice bellowing your name. âStay alive.â He mutters over and over and over when heâs finally reached you, adrenaline pumping so high that he breaks the chains from their bolt with nothing more than his bare hands. âDo you hear me? Donât you dare fucking die on me.â
You swear you try to obey the command, desiring nothing more than to keep Azriel's attention after finally being front and center in it. But it just felt so safe held in his grasp, tucked so close to his chest while he rids you of your restraints and applies pressure to gaping wounds.
All you wanted was one second. If you closed your eyes just for a second to gather your wits then you'd wake up and everything would be okay.
It sounds like a good idea-- so good that you allow the peace to wash over you like a cool tide washing over the shore in the early days of the burning summer; ignoring the desperate shouts from a vignette of voices that fades in the background like the haunting final notes of a song.
â
Confusion crashes at you in unforgiving waves, memories --or were they dreams?-- flash behind your lids with each blink. A dull throb pounds behind your lids, aggravating your mental shields to the point where you feel them wobble with each breath.
"You should stay still." Azriel's saying without giving you time to clear through the dense fog plaguing your mind. Instead, he busies his hands with fussing over your blankets, carefully tucking bare toes and pressing a five finger grip on your sternum when you attempt to rise from the soft cushion of a mattress that certainly did not belong to you. "It took Madja a while to get you all stitched up. Are you in pain? She left ointments and a few tinctures."
He's graceful enough not to mention the owlish blink of your eyes and their befuddled examination of his room until the crackly rasp of your voice cuts through the space; both of you refusing to address the elephant in the room. "My head hurts a little."
"Yeah," Shadows fuss with warm rags, sweeping it over your forehead and dabbing it along your cheeks while others occupy themselves with filling a glass of water to offer. "Rhys will be by later to apologize for that, I'm sure."
Your brows furrow deeply, nose scrunching when you sip your water. "Apologize for what?"
"You were in distress. We thought you were going to--" Azriel abruptly cuts himself off, fingers curling into fists at his sides. "Rhys went in your mind, said that before you'd gone unconscious that you were trying to tell him something that seemed urgent enough to bypass the usual request to wait for permission."
Your heart begins to pick up speed in your chest and suddenly the desire to rise from this bed and run away was becoming horribly intense. Legs shift under the weight of a duvet that didn't belong to you, attempting to hide the way your sore muscles sink into the overwhelming scent of night-chilled mist. "Okay...and what did he see?"
"He saw you get taken," Azriel turns his back to you, expertly avoiding your eyes but the nervous energy buzzing off his skin was unmistakable. "He watched them carve you up and torture you for information about Nesta and Elain." The stabilizing breath he takes shakes his shoulders, the strong line of muscle barely concealed by the tight stretch of his leathers--leathers still stained in the blood of those who'd spilled yours, no doubt. "Rhys said that you didn't say a word. You didn't give them a thing."
"That's good, right?" A pillow is fluffed behind you, shadows doting on every need. "Then, why do you sound so upset?"
"Why do I sound so upset?" Azriel cruelly mocks, his aurate gaze positively smoldering with rage when they land on you. "Because, you almost died! You almost died in my fucking arms before I ever got the chance toâ. What the hell were you thinking?"
The beating you'd endured does nothing to quell your fiery spirit, eyes lighting with life and lips running a mile a minuteâtoo fast for your logical brain to keep up with. "I was thinking that they wanted information on your precious, little girlfriend." You all but spit out, childishly pushing away the comfort the duvet from your legs as you attempt to shuffle from Azriel's bed without disturbing the tight wrap of your bandages. Why the hell were you in here anyway? "I was thinking that maybe, it'd be easier for them to fucking butcher me rather than watch what would happen to you if it were Elain there in my place."
Silence stretches along the hardwood floor, cloaking up the length of the walls and muting out the low crackle of the fireplace; its flame gentle and calm in the midst of an emotional storm. "I almost wish you would've let it be her." Azriel fills the void, finally mustering up the courage to face you. "I could've survived that and whatever consequences came along with it because my mate takes precedence above all."
Just like that, all the spitfire youâd prepared in retaliation absolutely dissipates after hearing those two words. âYour mate.â
Azriel doesnât confirm with words. Instead, he searches inside for the humming gold thread wrapped taut around his ribs, just above his heart and pulls. Fucking yanking at it with all his might and something sparkles in his eye when your body jerks in retaliation.
âYou know?â
âHow long have you known?â
Your heartbeat hammers against your ribcage, threatening to carve out a hole if thatâs what it took to get to its other half. âA while.â
âAnd youâve said nothing.â He says, tone sounding almost defeated. âWhy wouldnât you have said anything?â
âBecause, Az,â The shadows have seized their tireless caretaking, sliding back into place beside their master as you lose the ability to accept the tender affection. âYou wouldnât have chosen me. Not before Mor and certainly not before Elain.â Youâre quick to bristle over that part, not leaving any room for the spymaster to interrupt no matter how expressive his face became. âBesides, the bond is a choice not a burden and thatâs what it wouldâve been for you if I spoke up about it.â Pure determination is what allows you to bear the brunt of your weight , willing yourself to appear strong in the face of the male who could render you to cinders if he so pleased. âNow, if youâll excuse me, Iâd really like to shower the dungeon smell off of me.â
A childish whine of a noise is ripped from your throat when Azriel huffs out a breath, murmuring something about you being stubborn as hell before carefully picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom. It's embarrassing, a furious blush burning at the apples of your cheeks as he starts the shower, adjusts the temperature and slowly sets you down. "Thank you for that but you don't have to do this. I can handle cleaning myself."
"You can barely stand on solid ground on your own."
"I'll manage."
"I know. What I'm saying is that you don't have to." You nearly faint on the spot when Azriel crouches down in front of you, his hands shaky but sure when unlatching the difficult ties of your fighting leathers. His teeth grit together when the fabric is loosened and carefully worked down your thighs, over your knees and tugged away from your ankles. "Just let me help."
Azriel is nothing short of respectful, you notice. He doesn't sneak salacious peeks at the endless expanse of bare skin that he exposes. Doesn't once mention the tremble of your breath or the way your fingers seem to bite into the flesh of his arms whenever a new article of clothing is removed and dropped to the floor. Even after he's eased you into the shower stream; standing before him, perfectly presented on a soaking wet platterâhe keeps his eyes trained on your face.
Shadows thicken over sensual bits, providing a shield between you and the male diligently applying soap to rag. Each drag of the slightly rough material against your skin releases a tension you hadnât noticed youâd been carrying and all you can do is watch as he rids your skin of the thick film left behind when magic was used to clear away muck.
Eons must past before words are spoken, a this time Azriel is more intentional when he chooses them--more intimate when he relays them. "I'd always hoped for a mate. Ever since I was a boy and my mother told me stories about two halves scouring the world to finally become whole again." You're malleable under his care, pliant when he lifts your arms to scrub underneath and damn-near boneless when he turns you with slippery hands to slowly work the knots from your back. "I had always hoped that one day, I too, would find my equal." Azriel clears his throat, returning back from whatever memory he'd been sucked into but the massage doesn't stop; it only drags lower. "Then so much time had passed and I started to wonder if I couldn't find them because I wasn't being forward enough but that only lead to misplaced affections and unfulfillment."
"Azriel, I'm not sure if I really understand--"
"I felt something for youâsomething stronger than friendship but I pushed it away. I ignored it and looked elsewhere because I can bare not being as close with Mor and itâs as easy as breathing to never see Elain again but losing youâruining the peace I feel when Iâm with you wouldâve broken me.â
Tears well in your eyes, a thickness welling in the back of your throat and your skin burns where his fingers touch, lingering near the dip of your back and just barely curling around the curve of your hips. âAz, you donât have to say any of this to make me feel better. I just wanted you to be happy. I want you to be happy.â
âThen, please donât reject it.â His warmth ripples over every inch of you, your neck craning to make room for the forehead he helplessly drops in the crux of your shoulder. The perfect line of his nose drags along the curve of it, inhaling the soothing notes of your scent mixed with his body wash. âDonât reject meâthis is all Iâve ever wanted.â Finally his fingers curl around your hips, the grip gentle but oh, so claiming. âCanât you feel it? This rightness.â
Raw emotion swims in the amber tones of Azrielâs eyes when you turn in his arms; searching within those rich shades to find any detection of a lie.
Not one reaches your radar.
The line of your vision drops, creeping down his nose until it fixates on the plush pink of his lips. Instinct takes over, offering a gentle nudge until the space between two is eaten up and breath becomes shared as a line was about to be crossedâa prophecy fulfilled.
When Azrielâs lips finally brush against yours, itâs like a coil snaps, unleashing an animal he hadnât known existed. Sure, he had plenty of experience with childish crushes and boyish infatuation. But this, Cauldron, it nearly takes his breath away with its intensityâthe burning desire that rips through his veins like a forrest fire.
One kiss bleeds into two hands desperate to acquaint themselves with your body until all that mattered was you, your spymaster and the sentient shadows protectively surrounding you both. âAzriel,â You all but keen in his ear, chest heaving and hips rolling into the hardness of him pressed against you.
âMate.â
A whimper cuts through your throat, neck craning to make space for the perfect bruises he was sucking into the skin there. âI want you.â
âYou have me,â He promises over the frantic beat of your heart, tongue laving over the soft fat of your breasts. âEven when my bones are rotting in the dirt, Iâll belong to you. My mate. Mine.â
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dom male reader with a like scary goth turned whore pls for my birthday (tmrw) đ€
Happy very late birthday (im so sorry đ) MINORS DNI!! top male reader,, Makeup ruined,,Collar/leash,,
Having the scary dog privilege when you both were outside was a blessing,,your boyfriend is a scary looking dude,,quite tall,,dark makeup that made his eyes seem even more empty with his clothes being entirely out of the norm,,
But little did people know that you get him on his knees every night for you,,his makeup running down his cheeks as he begs for your cock,,his face placed inbeweetn your thighs,,looking up at you with the sweetest most submissive expression someone could have!!
He would suck your cock so well,,his pretty eyes looking up at you with tears running down his hollowed cheeks,,his hands gripping onto your knees as he takes you so deeply!! Whimpering through his muffled mouth,,his tongue running across the underside of your cock as he pulls off of you
he would die if you wrapped a collar around his neck,,especially one with a tag on it to show your ownership over him!! He was just your very own fleshlight and he knew it and loved it,,it was what he woke up for,,
Pulling him around on his leash in public!! >âĄ< stumbling behind you with his bulge obvious through his tjght jeans,,even as his cheeks flushed in embarrassment he didn't seem to want to cover himself up as you dragged him around like a little puppy!!
Groping his chest as you poudned into him,,playing with his nipple piercings as he moaned like a little bitch underneath you!! His makeup completely ruined,,pulling on his dark hair would tame him instantly for you,,He would only wear his collar during sex,,he was yours and will always be your cumdumpster <33333
#{anon asks}#{h4rny ask}#{top male reader}#x top male reader#top male reader#dom male reader#x dom male reader#x bottom male character#bottom male character
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Alpha!Katsuki who is so agitated and aggressive although protective of Omegas even if their scents bother him. Roughly keeping them at arms length and openly snarling or grimacing at their scents as he saves or even just interacts with them.
Then there is you, an Omega who acts like an Alpha. Your scent is as strong as an Alpha, you're just as aggressive and have plenty of scars on your throat to show it. When someone thinks of a "traditional" Omega they think the opposite of you. In fact most people already assume your subgender is Alpha, you never correct them.
But you're not, you're an Omega. One with conflicting feelings of wanting to be soft and cozy but can't bring yourself to be less than combative. One who has several nests around your home in all your most comfy spots piled with blankets and stuffed animals you treat with care. An Omega who's given in and stolen her boss' smokey caramel shirt after a workout despite saying you can't stand his scent. An Omega who can't resist the urge to shove it into the nest on your bed as slick gathers between your thighs, naughty fingers toying with your throbbing clit through the fabric of your underwear until you're cumming so hard and so often you're panting. Borderline throwing yourself into a heat over his stupid sweaty shirt because his scent makes you feel safe, soft.
It's tempting to call out the next day but truly you were his front line, he hired you because of your bad attitude and snapping teeth. Because you could and would stand up to an alpha three times your size that demanded to see Katsuki even when they didn't have an appointment. You could handle yourself and you've proven it. Plus what Katsuki will never admit out loud is that he likes the way you smell, loves it. To him it makes sense he's only ever bedded two people and both were Alphas like he thinks you are.
Yet when you come in reeking of distress, shame, and arousal Katsuki finds his body moving on its own.
Pulling you by your lower back until your pelvis is flush with his before you can protest even as you lean away and accidentally expose your throat to him. His nose goes straight to your scent gland, inhaling to make sure it's you that the distress is coming from. The arousal
"Bakugou." You try to push him away but as the number one pro he's much stronger than you, not to mention his scent gland is right by your nose now. His spiced scent sweetening in an attempt to make you relax, pheromones he doesn't realize he's releasing as you fight your body from going slack in his hold.
On lookers stare and when bromine eyes meet them they flare. Lifting his face so they can see him bare his teeth as he pulls you into his office.
"Ya outta suppressants?" He growls and all his voice and strength do is spur on more and more of that arousal that wafts off of you in waves. Sweet floral spice that makes him dizzy as he tries not to get hard. He should let you go, he should step back, but he can't peel himself from your body. You feel good in his hands. Soft, round.
"I don't take any."
"Ya can't go into a rut in my office." He snarls but his lips are resting against your collar bones, "I've got extra in my desk."
"It won't be a rut." Your skin feels hot, so hot and with Katsuki smothering you it's only worsening the effects, the shame that burns when you admit out loud to your boss that you never corrected on what you are, "It's a heat."
Suddenly his massive body is rigid, you can hear him swallow thickly three times before you feel the hardness of his fat length against your leg
And that's enough to send any Omega nose first into a long overdue heat.
@kweenkatsuki-fics sorry it's so long đ
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hi kiara! can you please make a continuation of âtheir act of intimacyâ but with gojo, toji, and sukuna? i melted the first time i read them with the other characters đ hope you have a good day ahead of you â€ïž
THEIR ACT OF INTIMACY?
featuring: gojo satoru. ryomen sukuna. toji fushiguro.
n. aaa thanku for liking the previous one! this is for you nonnie <3 didnât really proofread cause iâm running late on sleep lol. PART ONE HERE :0
GOJO SATORU. gojo finds it calming when you both take a shower together. however, his notion of "calming" may differ from the ordinary. instead of drowsing in warm water and doing all those private things such as soaping his back and shampooing his hair, you and him sometimes have other spontaneous ideas in mind.
as the warm water cascaded down, you couldnât help but feel a sense of closeness that's as comforting as it is exhilarating. satoru, with his irrepressible charm and mischievous grin, stood beside you, his presence filled the space with a playful energy.
"ah, feels like heaven," he sighed, whilst eyes gleaming with shenanigans. you chuckled, reaching for the shampoo. âdonât start a water fight again, satoru. let us enjoy a nice and relaxingââ
but before you could react, a splash of water hit you square in the face, causing you to sputter and laugh. âgotcha!" the man exclaimed, his laughter echoed through the tiled walls.
"itâs sooo on now!" you declared, retaliating with a splash of your own.
and just like that, the bathroom transformed into a battleground, with water flying in every direction as you both engaged in your playful antics. amidst the laughter and the splashing, there's an undeniable sense of joy that filled the room.
"careful, satoru," you warned, dodging his playful advances, "you're going to get soap in your eyes."
but he just grinned. "not before you get âem first, babe.â
and so, you guys continued your playful banter. soaked to the bone and grinning from ear to ear, gojo satoru defines his own calming moments with you.
RYOMEN SUKUNA. your boyfriend is a big guy, or so he believes before you swoop in and baby him. does he resist? yes. but will he eventually agree? absolutely.
the aroma of freshly cooked pasta filled the air as you stood in the kitchen. across the room, your boyfriend, sukuna, leaned against the counter, watching you with a bemused expression. you took a small portion with a spoon in hand, "say 'a' for me, sukuna.â
"hell nah.â his face was holding back the disgust. âyou know, i can feed myself, right?"
"come on, baby, just one bite," you urged, eyes pleading. he hesitated for a moment, then sighed, giving in to you. ânoâtsk, fine.â
âjust this once.â
as he reluctantly opened his mouth, you couldn't help but suppress a giggle at the sight of him being spoon-fed like a child. your boyfriendâs cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he quickly swallowed the pasta, avoiding your gaze.
"see, that wasn't so bad, was it?" you teased, unable to contain your amusement.
he grumbled something unintelligible in response, but as you proceeded to feed him, he took every piece and never turned it down until the last bite.
TOJI FUSHIGURO. toji never declines your offer to groom him. he rarely takes attention to his appearance, whereas you insist on cleaning up him up and do it with your own hands. at first, he doesn't think of it as intimate thing because isnât it just about cutting and shaving? but as time goes on, he understands how much you value him and treasures the time you spent solely on him.
the soft glow of evening light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm hue over the cozy living room. toji sat on the couch, his unkempt hair falling into his eyes. you watched him from afar with a fond smile tugging at your lips.
âtoji,â you called out. âyour hair has gotten longer than the last time i remember.â he chuckled softly, already accustomed to this routine. "is it that time again?"
with scissors and a comb in hand, you approached him with a smile. âcâmere, sit down, baby.â
letting a shrug plus a grin, the man complied, settling onto the stool you'd placed in the middle of the room. as you draped a towel around his shoulders, his eyes met yours in the mirror.
"you know, i understand why you enjoy doing this so much.â he admitted, leaning back as you began to comb through his hair.
"you know why?â you replied, your voice soft as you worked. "it's about taking care of each other, babe. showing love in the little things."
he fell silent at your words, mulling them over as you continued to trim away stray strands. gradually, the tension seemed to melt from his shoulders, replaced by a sense of ease and contentment.
@uzurakis â requests are open! <3
#cant tell how much i enjoyed writing this esp gojoâs part ITS JUST SO GOOFY OF HIM#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen x reader#.writing#gojo satoru x reader#gojo fluff#gojo x reader#gojo satoru#gojo x you#gojou satoru x reader#gojo x y/n#jjk x you#jjk fluff#satoru x you#sukuna#ryomen sukuna#sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#sukuna x y/n#ryomen sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna x you#toji fushiguro#fushiguro x reader#jujutsu kaisen fushiguro#toji fushigro x reader#toji x you#toji x reader#toji fluff
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eater 101 ; l.hc
haechan x fem! reader
summary: so called enemy haechan eats u out (like a prođ
warnings: [ smut ] pussy eating (like thatâs itđ), pet names. !! mdni ÂĄÂĄ
im looking for a eater baby ima tell da truthh
âŠâàż
âoh lord.â
lee haechan was truly a shameless motherfucker. you didnât even realize how and why you let your so called enemy get into your pants. once upon a time you held true spite for him, dreadfully catching his gaze in the hallway as he drove you round crazy the entire day.
some girls would label you lucky and youâd simply scoff at the statement but you were starting to believe them you fear, for this man ate pussy like a starved bear godamn.
it all started when that old hag mrs. linda assigned him as your lab partner for the respective year.
for sure he didnât stop with his flirtatious tactics as you struggled to get your experiments done in the lab. would stare at your chest like a literal pervert everytime you bent to our the chemical and you didnât even fucking mind it.
then came his texts, and more texts and more texts and more⊠and your foolish ass had to reply him.
then came the going over to his place to get your chemistry notes done and letâs just say he grabbed your face as soon as you entered and showed you bed chemistry instead.
and like a fool captivated by his dick you reluctantly kept coming back to him.
all because of fucking linda.
which leads you where you are today, in the locker room. pulled by him into this cramped room before class started saying it would take a few five minutes but itâs been fifteen now and youâve been moaning against the shelf with your skirt flushed over and panties down to your knees.
both his arms caged from behind around your thighs to keep you in place as he dug his face deeper between your legs.
his mouth was a machine. the way his muscular tongue dragged over your folds and dug into your hole you thought you were going to make the boy go bald the way you were pulling his hair.
âare you going to cum in my mouth baby?â haechan pulled out, looking at you with his bambi eyes that drove you feral you thought you were about to bust.
âyeahâ you sighed as he smiled, âcome over my tongue.â and before you knew it your eyes were rolling back again. back arched as the sensation grew unbearable. the erotic noises erupting from the space between his mouth and your core lighting a fire within you.
his mouth kissing everywhere around your wet folds and the thread begin to snap. the shame stripped off your body once you felt your bud being sucked by his plump lips as you moaned out loud.
the view of his tongue repeatedly meeting your clit and coated with slick all over made the sensation only grow stronger.
âfuck, youâre so good.â
the way his warm mouth latched over your open pussy as his tongue glided over your cunt round and round over and over again. the way he moaned against your clit loudly sending vibrations right up your system made you moan twice as more.
he ate pussy so well it was admirable.
your own moans and squeals blurring out to your ears as your growing orgasm clouded your mind. your grip over his head tightened and you pulled him towards yourself as his nose and tongue made your pleasure skyrocket.
and when he pulled you closer by your knees and sucked harder you gasped and knew it was end as you came all over his mouth undone, urging him to let go once you felt him sucking again.
with a sigh, he looked up at you from his lashes. face flushed, wet and gaze all drowsy.
âneed more of your sweet pussy baby, think you can take this cock too?â
oh linda, I fucking love you.
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{ â drunk confessions - l.hs }
pairing: close friend! heeseung x f. reader
based off this request here
contents: mentions of drinking, and alcohol, cunnilingus, tongue fucking, pet name: baby, no clear power play, heeseung a lil desperate at one moment, kissing, making out, force feeding
a.n: i got carried away with this one and it ended up being more than a drabble đ hopefully you enjoy!! w.c 1.9k
music thumped in the background as you swayed slightly, your laughter spilling over the rim of your half-empty glass. you had definitely had one too many, but the warm buzz made the crowded room feel like a cozy bubble. when the call from your close friend, heeseung came throughâhis usual check-inâyou quickly picked it up, giggling into the phone with a bubbly âhellloooooo!â
âwhere are you?â he asked, concern laced in his voice. âhmmm⊠i donât remember,â you giggled to yourself as you answered. âare you drunk?â heeseung asked bluntly. more giggles escaped your lips: âi donât think so!â heeseung pinched the bridge of his nose on the other end of the phone; your clearly drunk and clueless state is frustrating him. âiâm coming to get you.â is all thatâs heard from heeseung before the phone is hung up abruptly. your brows furrow in confusion, but that quickly fades away when the next song comes on. youâre quick to jump right back into the crowd, dancing to the loud music.
heeseung arrived not long later, scanning the club for your presence. he pushes through the crowd of people and is finally met with your familiar silhouette. your back is turned, and you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder. you turn and are met with the face of your close friend. the sight of him instantly sobering you up a bit, though the warmth of the alcohol still lingered. ây/n, letâs go,â he says firmly, his hand still gripping your shoulder. your skin tingled under the warmth of his hand, and you looked at him with your brows furrowed. âbut iâm having so much fun,â you pouted. heeseung brought his other hand up to tuck some hair behind your ear. âi know, but itâs getting late, and i need to make sure you get home safely.â he looked down at you with all the adoration in the world, and you probably wouldâve noticed immediately if it werenât for your drunken state.
heeseung grabs your hand, a pout still present on your face, and he guides you through the sea of people and out the door. his hand still holding yours, he walks the both of you to his car, opening the door for you as he ushers you in. you sit down, and heeseung closes the door behind you, going around to the driver's side and getting in. he looks over at your figure, the lights of the car shining on your flushed face. he leans over the center console to grab your seatbelt, quickly buckling it before settling back into his seat and buckling his own. as you guys drove through the quiet streets, you felt a familiar flutter in your stomach. the city lights blurred outside, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you had something to say.
once you made it to your home, heeseung dug your keys out of your bag and opened the door, letting you go in first and shutting it behind him. you made your way to the kitchen and leaned against the counter, swaying slightly. heeseung leaned in, concern etched on his face. âare you okay?â
before you could even think, the words slipped out, âyou know, sometimes i think about you when i touch myself.â a goofy smile splayed on your lips as giggles followed your sudden confession. heeseungâs eyes went wide, heat rising to his cheeks. he shook his head slightly. ây/n, youâre drunk.â you stuck your hand out in front of you, waving your finger. âim being serious heeseung, i get off faster when i picture your mouth on me,â you whine playfully, words slightly slurring together. the weight of your words, baring nothing on your conscience as they come out. heeseung shakes his head again, leaving your presence as he gets you a glass of water and some pain medicine. âtake these, please,â he says as he takes his place back in front of your smaller frame. you shake your head at him, âdonât wanna.â your lips form a pout as you look at the boy in front of you, and he canât help but roll his eyes.
before you know it, his thumb is on your bottom lip, applying slight pressure until your lips part just enough for the digit to hold your mouth open. he places the pill on your tongue, grabbing the water and gently pouring some in your mouth before closing your mouth and holding your chin. âswallow,â he says sternly, narrowing his eyes at you as you reluctantly take the medicine he just forced into your mouth. once you swallow the pill, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, showing him that youâve done what he asked. he nods his head in approval and hands you the water cup again. âdonât talk to me until youâve finished this,â he says lightheartedly.
he stands in front of you as you drink the water, making sure youâve emptied the cup. you finish your last sip with a quiet "ah,â and you look up at him. the light is shining on his face in such a way that has your heart racing, suddenly all more aware of his presence. your gaze trails from his eyes to his lips and back to his eyes again, a sudden wave of need hitting you as you press your thighs together. âheeseung,â your voice is just below a whisper. he tilts his head at you, a small smile on his lips. âyeah y/n?â the air thickened between you two, charging with possibilities. you hesitated, your desires on the tip of your tongue. âi need you,â you finally admit, meeting his gaze once again.
a heartbeat passed, and the world around you faded. heeseungs smile faltered, and you saw a flicker of something deeper in his eyesâdesire. he reached out to you, hand brushing against your arm as he held onto you, sending shockwaves up your skin. ây/nâŠâ he began, his voice low and intense. âyouâve been drinking; youâre not in the right headspace,â his words hung between you. âiâm well aware of whatâs happening right now and what iâm feeling,â you urge, suddenly more sober than you were moments ago. heeseung stares at you, his self-control wearing thin as you look up at him with big, shiny eyes. when he doesnât reply, you bring a hand to his chest, resting it there. âplease?â youâre practically begging at this point.
your breath hitched as you scanned his face for an answer, the weight of the moment pressing in. your mind raced as you anticipated an answer, and instead of responding, heeseung leaned in closer. the space between you two felt charged with an urgency that felt impossible to ignore. your heart pounded in your chest, your lips mere centimeters away from each other. âare you sure about this?â heeseung whispered against your lips. âiâve never been more sure about anything.â and then, without thinking, you closed the gap between you two, the world around you immediately falling away. your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as his hands rest on your waist. heeseung leaned in more, and that was all the invitation you needed to deepen the kiss. your lips moved against his with a hungry urgency that sent sparks flying. you leaned into his body, feeling the heat radiating off of him.
the kiss was intense, each brush of your lips igniting a fire, and you could feel yourself surrendering completely. but just as you started to lose yourself in the moment, heeseung pulled back, breathless, searching your eyes. âcan i touch you?â he whispered, âcan i please touch you?â he practically begged as his chest rose and fell, desire burning into him. you nodded, and thatâs all it took for heeseung to guide you to the couch, laying you on your back as he leaned over you. he connected his lips to yours briefly before trailing kisses down your jaw and neck to the exposed part of your chest. he centered his nose on your sternum before slowly dragging it down your torso, stopping at the hem of your shirt. he nestled his nose in the fabric, letting the tip of it slide underneath, before slowly using it to push your shirt up. gentle kisses fall on your skin as your shirt bunches up. you whimper slightly at the feeling of his hot breath against your skin.
his nose leaves the fabric of your shirt, letting it stay bunched up around your rib cage as he trails kisses back down till he reaches the waistband of your skirt. with one final kiss, right above the button, he looks up at you through his eyelashes. âletâs fulfill those fantasies of yours, yeah?â his voice is deep and sultry; you nod frantically, wetness pooling between your legs. âyes, please,â you breathe. his fingers find the button of your skirt, fiddling with it for a moment before undoing it and sliding the zipper down. he removes your skirt and panties in one go, not wanting to waste anymore time. when your bottom half is bare, heeseung canât help but gawk at the sight of your wet, puffy cunt, swollen and needy all for him. you begin to feel insecure under his intimidating gaze, and your legs begin to close. heeseung stops you before your knees meet each other, hands gripping each leg, and spreading you out for him. he licks his lips as he stares at your pussy, and wastes no more time, dropping his head in between your legs.
he starts off by trailing kisses up your thigh, lightly sucking on the skin as you moan. and when you feel his hot breath fan over your heat, you almost fall apart right then and there. he places an open-mouth kiss over your mound, causing a whimper to erupt from your throat. heeseung smirks to himself before dipping his tongue in between your folds, licking a stripe up your cunt, and landing on your clit. he takes the bud into his mouth, sucking slightly on it as you mewl in satisfaction. his mouth trails down towards your dripping hole, taking the opportunity to taste all of you as he pushes his tongue in. you cry out, hands reaching for something to grip, but youâre left fisting the air.
heeseung has been watching you through lidded eyes, noticing your struggle to find something to hold onto. he pulls his mouth away from your cunt for a moment. âwanna hold my hand, baby?â he asks. ây-yes,â you reply, voice shaking. he reaches up, resting his hand on your stomach as he holds his hand out for you to grab. you immediately take hold of it, squeezing tightly as he continues his assault on your cunt. heâs making out with your pussy at this point, pornographic sounds coming from where his mouth connects to your heat. moans are falling past your lips, and the knot in your stomach begins to tighten. âi-im sâcloseâ you manage to get out in between moans, heeseung makes sure to pay the most attention to your clit as he helps you approach your high, the stimulation being all too much as you fall apart on his tongue. your eyes are squeezed shut, and your hips are bucking into his mouth. but he doesnât mind; he continues to lap at your pussy until youâre done shaking and are pulling his hand to let him know to stop.
youâre a panting mess, your chest rising and falling as you stare at the man in front of you, his lips wet with your juices. your cheeks flush at the sight, and heeseung smirks before licking his lips clean. he leans forward, holding your head in his hands, and places another kiss on your lips. he pulls back, taking your hands in his as he looks at you. âwas it as good as you imagined?â he asks.
âeven better.â
.
..
âŠ
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DOWN BAD âââ PBâ” ft. UCONN WBB MANAGER
âȘ requested -> "Paige would totally bring manager y/n to Minnesota so that she can meet Paigeâs family. Paige ofc would introduce her as a âfriendâ at first. Manager and Paigeâs family would hit it off. Especially with Drew. They both would bully Paige and Drew would expose Paige by saying sum shit like âPaigeâs talks about you a lotâ. Paige would give the biggest side eye đ though deep down she loves that her brother and manager are bonding." â«
â pairing | paige bueckers x fem!reader
â warnings | just some banter and fluff, nothing else!
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YOU AND PAIGE WERE laying on her bed, listening to Drew's rambles about the school project he was doing. Paige kept sending amused glances your way, however she quickly noticed how enamored you were with Drew's story.
You were spending a few weeks in Minnesota with Paige because she insisted you had to meet her family. However, it wasn't a meeting your family thing, it was more of introduction to the idea. It was easier for both of you that way, the pressure was off and it was simply just another vacation. Being in Minnesota with Paige felt comfortable and familiar, even though it was your first time meeting her family.
As Drew animatedly recounted his project, you couldn't help but be captivated by his enthusiasm. His passion for the matter was contagious, and you found yourself getting drawn into his story despite your initial intention to just be a supportive listener. Paige noticed the spark in your eyes as you listened to her little brother, and she couldn't help but smile at the sight.
Paige watched how you nodded with every word, and occasionally threw in your own thoughts about the project, it was adorable â you were completely engrossed in the conversation and she was completely engrossed in you.
"Paige, are you even listening to me?" Drew's voice echoed as Paige was pulled out of her trance, her gaze slowly moving back to Drew.
Paige kept smiling as she glanced back at you. "What? Y/N's listening, isn't that enough?"
"You could at least look at me, y'know," he sighed dramatically as you finally caught her affectionate gaze.
A blush slowly began to rise on your face, mirroring the warmth in Paige's eyes. You tried to refocus on Drew, but the intensity of Paige's gaze made it hard to concentrate.
You shifted slightly, meeting Drew's gaze with a bashful smile. "Sorry, Drew," you apologized, your cheeks tinted with a warm hue. "What were you saying?"
Drew rolled his eyes playfully but couldn't hide the smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Nothing, it's okay. I can see you're more interested in looking at each other."
"Drew!"
You laughed as you shook your head, Paige sending her little brother a playful glare. "I guess attitude does run in the family,"
"Yeah, I guess it does." Paige smiled as she nudged you gently, a silent exchange of affection passing between you.
Drew watched the interaction with amusement, groaning in mock exasperation. "I knew Paige was gonna be distracted when you visited but not to this extent," he muttered as Paige kept glaring at her little brother.
Your eyebrows flew up as you smirked, sending Paige a glance. "Oh really?"
"Yeah well she's kinda obsessed with you. Every time we call, not only do I have to hear about her problems but yours too, I feel like I already know you even though we met like two days ago," Drew explained as he leaned back on the bed, feigning a dramatic sigh. "She talks about you so much, Y/N this, Y/N that-"
"Shut up, bro," Paige groaned loudly as you laughed along with Drew, finding his teasing both amusing and endearing.
Drew grinned mischievously, clearly reveling in his sister's reaction. "What! It's true, you can't even deny it."
Paige shot Drew a mock glare before turning to you, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment but her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I swear he's exaggerating."
You chuckled, reaching out to gently squeeze Paige's hand. "It's okay, P, we know you're a little down bad for me."
Paige's jaw dropped but before she could respond, Drew sighed loudly before responding. "Yeah, yeah everyone knows that, can we get back to my project?"
"Whoa, whoa let's backtrack. Me? Down bad?" Paige exclaimed, shooting you a playful look. "You wish, Y/N."
You couldn't help but laugh at Paige's reaction, enjoying the playful teasing between the three of you. "Don't worry, P. It's a good thing, right Drew?" you reassured her with a grin.
Drew nodded with a grin as he joined in on the teasing. "Yeah, definitely a good thing. From what I've heard, which is a lot, trust me," he paused for dramatic effect. "Trust me, you do a lot for the team so it's obvious Paige's gonna be in love with you."
You and Paige both bursted out laughing at Drew's exaggerated commentary, unable to contain your amusement at his antics.
Paige playfully swatted at Drew's arm, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement coloring her cheeks. "Oh my god, Drew, stop exposing me,"
You grinned, feeling a warm sense of warmth with both Paige and her brother. "I think Drew might be onto something, P," you teased, nudging Drew gently. "But don't worry, your secret's safe with us."
Paige rolled her eyes, but there was a playful sparkle in them that belied her protests. "You two are crazy," she said with a laugh, leaning in to bump shoulders with you affectionately.
As Drew began talking about his project (which slowly turned into Fortnite), you kept listening intently as Paige rested her head against your shoulder. You both exchanged glances every one in a while, a soft smile on your faces as you shared this comfortable moment together.
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â Sasuke Head Canons â
Uchiha Sasuke X Fem!Reader
| SFW + NSFW |
WC; 800 + | !MDNI! | TW/CW; FAB, teasing, cervix fucking, praise, degredation, size kink, the uchiha breeding kink
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đžđŹđ°đžđźđŻ; @lovelyandproblematic - your account is so so pretty đđđ«¶đ» may I humbly request: Sasuke head canons? ïżœïżœïżœïżœ can be sfw or nsfw lol
part 1 | part 2 | part 3
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SFW
I feel like Sasuke is always cold- Like every time you two touch each other you involuntarily shiver causing Sasuke's face to contort in worry if he's done something wrong and he never fails to ask you every time if you are okay.
He doesn't admit it but he loves touching you, not in a sexual way (as much as he loves to), loves to hold you and does that childish thing of holding the hem of your shirt.
Loves to randomly kiss you, when your cooking, cleaning, or doing whatever. Sasuke hands would cup the back of your neck and angle your head up just so he can give you a soft press to his lips to yours. He loves to see your cheeks flush pink at the unexpected actions and proceeds to give you another just to make you even more flustered.
He loves to mention that you are his girlfriend/wife whenever talking to a stranger. "Me and my girlfriend/wife have to go now." Sasuke just loves being territorial but he just doesn't know it. He gets jealous easily so that's why he does it lmao.
Sasuke isn't one to say 'I love you' that often because he believes that actions speaks louder than words. He is more of an acts of service man for the both of you. Sasuke gets so nervous inside when you say you love him because he is scared that even after saying you love him you will still leave, the poor baby... đđ
He is so scared to fuck something up, he doesn't admit it to any one (apart from Naruto) if he's doing things right because he loves you too much.
NSFW
I personally think that Sasuke wouldn't even know what aftercare is until you tell him about it. His reaction would be like, "That's a thing?" Don't think that Sasuke would do much for aftercare, but I know that he would hold you close to him as you are family to him, girlfriend or wife.
Either loves to fuck you in missionary or doggy, no in between. He wants to see your face contort in pleasure as he pounds your pretty pussy as deep as he can. Sasuke loves to watch your beautiful face mold into the most fucked out expressions.
But with doggy now... he is either going to tease you, going slow as he can, dragging his thick length in and out of your gummy walls, inciting needy whines from you. Or, Sasuke is going to be pounding into you, so fast and deep you can't even think. He gets off seeing you all helpless in front of him, the pretty arch of your back as your dainty hands grip at the sheets, your plushy breasts pressed hard against the mattress--
When you and Sasuke are having more of an intimate moment for sex, he holds you hand with his by your side, his tongue slowly exploring your mouth, inciting small whimpers from you. That just gets the man off.
Let's be so for real guys, how can Sasuke not be into fulling you flush with his cum. He loves thinking about breeding your tight cunt. Wanting to see your stomach full of his children, thinking about having to help you all the time because you can't do any small mundane tasks anymore.
Sasuke prefers to be given head rather than give it himself. Now, that doesn't mean he doesn't absolutely love eating out your soaked cunt but he just rather your tight mouth try to fit his length without gagging.
Sasuke is a busy and tired man most of the time, so having his pretty girl be at his disposal for him makes him go crazy. Loves coming down your throat and making you open your plump lips to make sure that you swallowed all his seed. The other alternative is coming over your chest, he just loves squeezing them after, cfi.
Sasuke isn't a loud moaner but he deeply groans into your skin or mouth as he is either eating you out, getting head or thrusting into your folds. He occasionally lets out moans but it's only when he's coming :( He knows how much you love hearing him moan and that makes the poor man embarrassed.
I don't think Sasuke would crave for sex all the time but he definitely won't disagree to having some special time with you if you asked. He'd tease you about it, "You needy?" and then proceed to give you the time of your life. Sasuke prefers to be in more classic setting when having sex, like a bedroom but he isn't opposed to having sex when the both of you are out on missions.
He definitely doesn't like to spit on you, he values your entire existence and doesn't want you to feel any less then how you want to feel. Sasuke might call you slut or a bitch during sex but he knows you're okay with that.
Sasuke can and will go all night long, his stamina is through the roof, especially if you egg him on saying he can cum inside your sticky walls, then how can he not go all night?
Sasuke is a strong defined man, in the body of course. Defined abs and a big strong body. He is over six foot so what's in his pants doesn't disappoint.
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The Love Lab presents:
Wash Day đ«§đż
pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader
summary: Miguel offers to wash your hair because wash days can be a lot, mischief ensues.
content warning: 18+ MDNI, lots of fluff and banter, talks of marriage/proposal, lovey dovey!miguel, head scratching + massaging, p in v sex (wrap it up đ«”đŸ, healthcare is expensive and so are babies), just the tip at one point, cussing, subby + service-like miguel (he does start to enter a daze that is similar to a sub drop, but it's not really that and the reader checks up on him immediately), needy!miguel, creative use of miguel's talons, kissing, hickys, a little hair pulling, manhandling, cunnilingus, fellatio, squirting, slight edging, praise kink, breeding kink towards the end, mentions of cum, overstimulation, a little aftercare, reader is a bit of a tease, miguel is a bit of a brat, more references to cats than I thought, no use of y/n
credit for the art/dividers: Me! (+ illustrator and canva)
a/n: This is my first fic that I am posting on here! đ€ This one has been in the works for a while, but I am happy with the result. This story is written with a black reader in mind, but it's very inclusive minus the hair situation, so anyone can enjoy the story. There is one unrealistic part that NONE of my natural brethren would ever allow, I beg you to just go with it. đ I also used a little Spanish in here, to my Spanish-speakers, if anything is wrong, just let me know and I 'll change it right away!
I also imagined the shower to be one of those fancy walk-ins like this or this but big enough for two, because in my mind, Miguel is stacked in the money department as well.
word count: 6.9k (I got carried away)
To all my sub Mig lovers and fiends! Love ya! đ©”đȘź
It was finally time for the day youâve been putting off for about a week now, the taxing Wash Day.
Normally, you would drag this day out because you knew that once you started, you had to keep going until your hair was done and either ready for the bonnet or the hood dryer. Although today, you were lucky because you had a braid appointment the following morning, so that meant just a simple wash and a blow-dry. You were even luckier because your boyfriend, Miguel, was more than happy to wash your hair for you.
âI know how tired you get afterwards and I just want to help make the process easier,â is what you remember him telling you last night in your sleepy, whiny state.
Now, here you are the next day watching his eyebrows furrow in confusion, lips pouted in a crooked M as you guide him to the old faithful: the kitchen sink.
âWhy are you giving me that face? You said you were gonna help,â you chuckle at his expression, watching as his eyes turn to your hair supplies littered across the counter.
âNo, no! I still want to help. Itâs just that,â he picks up your wide-tooth comb, running his fingers over the teeth, âI thought we were going to be in the shower.â
You look at him, a little dumbfounded at the statement. You didnât mind washing your hair in the shower, you did it all the time, but what was the point of getting you both wet?
âI just thought it would be easier for you this way,â you reply, pulling the faucet from the sink and waving it around in an attempt to hype up the situation. âIâll bend my head in the sink, and youâll wash it that way. Or! You can hike me up on the counter and I can lay down with my head over the sink. That oneâs a little less comfortable for me, but it gives you more than enough room to maneuver.â
âHm,â he grunts, eyes going from you to the counter, then right back to you. âThatâs fine and all, but what if my back starts to hurt from bending for too long.â
You just stare at him, unamused. If anyone would be in pain, it would be you.
âIn the shower, we can stand together and I can see exactly whatâs going on. Plus, you can wash my hair too,â he continues, pulling you flush against his chest, comb forgotten. He starts to rub your hips in a slow motion. âLetâs make it a date.â
âOk, first of all, youâre not that old to where your back can just give out like that,â you quip, leaning back from his embrace to look him in the eyes. âSecondly, you expect me to believe that the Spiderman is unable to wash someoneâs hair in this sink.â
âAt 6â9? Absolutely.â
âTouchĂ©.â
Truthfully, Miguel was a bit turned on after spending the last 20 minutes watching you completely melt under his hands from scratching your scalp.
It was such a simple task but all of your sighs and whispers of âright thereâ and âharderâ had him internally groaning.
When it was finished, you were up off the floor easily and blissfully unaware, while he was left with a few of your shedded curls covering his clothes and pre-cum threatening to seep into his underwear.
So yes, while technically the shower was the best option for him, he really wanted to ignite that same reaction from you again. It was addicting.
You reach up on your tippy toes and squish his face to give a quick peck to his lips. âFine, fine! Quit your puppy dog eyes, we can go to the shower. Just let me pee first.â
Step 1 of Miguelâs master plan was already successfully underway.
He started to pick up your supplies, reading the ingredients out of curiosity. Today you were trying a new line of products that was making huge waves online. He remembers seeing how excited you were when the package came in. You had barrelled into the bedroom in a squealing frenzy, and had it not been for his spider senses listening out for you, he would have jumped from the way you threw the door open.
Even though it was another line of products that would fill up the bathroom cabinets, your giddiness rubbed off on him, so he was ready to see results.
âBaby, come on! Iâm ready!â
Miguel quickly huddled up everything from the counter and made his way to the bathroom.
He walked in to see you standing next to the sink, birthday suit on and your hands reaching up to push your hair from your forehead.
Heaven-sent were the first words that came to mind. Here you were, standing in the steam of the bathroom just for his eyes. He couldnât help but linger in the doorway, heart skipping a beat at the sight of you.
You turned to look back at him, mirth in your eyes, âMig, come on, the waterâs running.â
He didnât even comprehend the sound of the water hitting the tiles, he was so zoned in on you.
âIâm coming, I was justâŠadmiring you,â he replies, moving to prepare for the shower.
âThereâs no way youâre eyeing me up right now. I look a little crazy,â you say, turning back towards the mirror.
âQuerida, you could be rocking a spiked mohawk right now, and I would still have the same reaction. Youâre beautiful no matter how your hair looks.â
You bit your lip, heart fluttering at his words. If you didnât have to get ready for your hair appointment tomorrow, youâd stop everything then and there to love on your boyfriend.
For now, you settled on helping him out of his clothes, a smile growing on your face. You pulled his shirt up as far as you could reach, then let your hands roam over his chest, watching the goosebumps that followed behind. You kept your fingers walking down to the waistband of his pants, lightly scratching at his happy trail.
His stomach twitched in response to your touch, hands itching to pull you closer.
You placed your hands at his sides, gripping the waistband of his sweatpants and underwear, slowly tugging at the bands. You stepped forward to get a better leverage, breasts pressing against his torso.
His breaths were coming out in short beats, not wanting to disrupt the spell that you put him under. He looked down at the closing space between you allâs bodies because if he looked up at your eyes, heâd stop everything and take you right there against the counter.
But the shower. He was supposed to make it to the shower. Which was in an area by itself. In the next room. With your hands roaming everywhere, he wasnât even sure if he could even make it past the toilet.
His eyes fluttered closed as you slid your hands back up his thighs, a deep breath building in his lungs. Like this, he was really able to tune in on both the heat of your body against his and the lingering touch of your hands. Hyper-focused on you and you alone.
Then he heard a loud slap.
His eyes bucked back open, body rigid as the sting came back in waves on the side of his ass.
âCome on, weâve got heads to scrub!â you said, voice as clear as ever.
He watched you twirl towards the shower, his mind muddled from your switch to playfulness. Had he read that all wrong?
He looked down and sighed at the sight of his dick, half-hard at what could have been.
All he could do was stagger out of the clothes that pooled at his ankles, grab the hair products, and waddle to the shower.
You were already halfway under the spray of the shower head, head leaning back, waiting for the water to completely soak through the layers of your hair.
Miguel came up next to you and detached the shower head, bringing it closer to your scalp, careful not to get water in your ears.
âSo first, we have to use the scalp scrub shampoo,â you say, grabbing one of the taller bottles and unscrewing it. âJust take this in your hands first, lather it, and work it into my scalp.â
You pull his left hand forward and squeeze some of the liquid in his palm.
âIs this enough?â he asked, noticing the little amount you put in his hand.
âYep! A little can go a long way, baby,â you say, turning around to him, trying to determine how you would reach the top of his head.
Oh, how Miguel was so well acquainted with that phrase. Especially after this cat-and-mouse game youâve been playing with him all day.
You faced him as he placed his fingers on your scalp, beginning to move in circles, spreading the shampoo in several sections.
âYou can add a little pressure. I can take it,â you mumble out, almost low enough for Miguel to miss it.
So he does. He starts to scratch at your scalp, remembering that this is an important step. For your hair of course, not his plan.
âUgh, that feels so nice,â you sigh, trying not to sway under him. âI should have had you do this sooner.â
Miguel thought so too. Here you are, head leaned back, eyes closed, and completely oblivious to his inner turmoil. He kept scratching at your scalp, your head nodding along with the motions.
âCan you scratch over here, please?â you ask, pointing at the right side of your head, eyes squeezed tight to not let any soap fall in them. Even after all of your teasing, you were still so cute in this moment. When Miguel complied, you showed your gratitude by groaning out a quick thank you. With a long sigh, you placed your hands in front of his chest, fingers balled up in loose fists.
âDoes it feel good?â Miguel knew the answer, but he had to play along. âYou want me to move anywhere else?â
âYeah, could you just-â you leaned your head over, mindlessly guiding Miguelâs hands. âRight there, baby.â
You brought your hands up to grip at his wrists, needing something to hold onto. Miguel felt insane.
To curb the feeling, he quickly leaned down and kissed your forehead. His head was overloaded with the sound of your voice and he had to keep himself composed.
You looked up at him, eyes big and wide at his affection. He kept making you feel warm doing such mundane things. You purse your lips, silently begging for more.
Miguel brought his soapy hands to the water to quickly rinse them off, then placed them on your cheeks and leaned down again to kiss your lips.
One. Two. Three pecks and you were giggling.
Four. Five. Six pecks and you were on your tiptoes, arms crossed behind his neck.
Seven. Eight. Nine pecks and you were turning your head, opening your mouth for more.
Ten. Eleven. Twelve kisses and you were in his arms, feet off the ground, biting at his bottom lip.
By the thirteenth kiss, you were pulling your head back, staring into his eyes, grabbing at his nape.
âWe still have to wash the shampoo out,â you say, watching as his eyes linger on your lips.
âWe can do that,â he mumbles, still holding you close.
âAre you gonna put me down?â you ask, tone a little cheeky.
He snaps his eyes up at yours, eyebrow raised. âAre you gonna finish what you started?â He started to move one of his palms down your back, taking a thigh to pull around his waist, and placing his mouth on your jaw.
âNuh uh, OâHara,â you chide, pushing against his chest and wiggling to get him to remove his embrace. The water smacks against the tiles as you jump down, one calf still in Miguelâs hand.
âOâHara?â Miguel scoffed, playfully pulling at you again and tickling your side. âIâm not sure who that is, but maybe you forgot how to say baby, mi vida.â
You laughed at him, finally calling out his bluff, âNo, because my baby said he would help me wash my hair, and right now heâs being bad and trying to distract me. So, until you finish, itâs OâHara.â You folded your arms and tilted your head to the side, daring Miguel to counter your words.
He dropped your leg and muttered out a gruff âfineâ with his lips downturned. Two could play at this game and if he wanted to distract you, he just had to turn up the heat.
He grabbed for the shower head and started to rinse the thick shampoo from your hair, carefully weaving through the locks.
âWhen do we detangle it?â
You started to smile again, happy at his verb usage. He really does listen to you when you talk about your hair.
âWhen we put on the conditioner, but you can start a little now while the waterâs running on it. Need the brush?â
âNo, Iâll just use my fingers for a little bit.â
You turned your face back to him, shocked that he remembered another technique.
âYouâre gonna finger detangle, ba- I mean, OâHara?â
âYes I am, corazĂłn. Why are you looking at me like that? Iâm a great boyfriend that knows what his girl needs.â
You squint your eyes, wary at his words. âUh huh, I bet you do. If you know so much, whatâs next?â
âWe shampoo again. Rinse. Then itâs conditioner and detangling, just like you said.â
You hummed, internally ecstatic that he actually did know the answer. âAnother point for you,â you say, turning back around as Miguel places the shower head back on the hook.
Miguel smirked. He listened to you, he really did, but he also made sure to watch over 20 videos about washing coily hair while you were sleeping. You didnât have to know that though.
His high was short-lived when you bent over to grab the next shampoo. He grabbed at your hips, watching as the swell of your ass aligned against his front. He pushed his head back and breathed in deep. How unfair.
You leaned back up slowly, turning the bottle around trying to fish for any specific directions.
âThis one is a hydrating shampoo. It says you can just put it on my hair and just work it through.â
Miguel repeated the same shampooing process, although this time with less scalp scratching and more scalp massaging. You were once again in bliss at his ministrations, like a cat who couldnât stop purring.
âOâHara, you really have a way with your hands. Super relaxing,â you say with snickers underlining your voice.
Miguel just reached for the shower head, ready to rinse for the second time. âThis guy sounds like a real catch. Too bad he isnât here.â
You just laugh at how sulky he sounded, ready to grab the conditioner.
âWell, is there a Mr. OâHara here? I kind of need him for this last step.â
Miguel stopped in his tracks.
You really didnât understand how much he wanted to make you his wife. In fact, he started planning the proposal to a T after a year of you all being together. He started to dream about a future with you after the first couple of dates, despite how often he had to tell himself to slow down. It was terrifying yet thrilling how much you left an impression on his life.
Mr. and Mrs. OâHara.
Mr. OâHara.
Mrs. OâHara.
Miguel bent his head in your neck and wrapped his arms around your waist, face burning from his running thoughts.
âY-you canât use that against me. You know how I get,â he said petulantly, voice softened in the juncture of your neck, drowned out by the pouring water.
âAnd how do you get, baby?â you ask, reaching over to run your fingers through his damp hair. You tugged lightly at the root causing Miguel to hug you tighter and groan against your neck.
As hot as the water was, the heat of your body against his left him burning. The angle was weird so he couldnât exactly rub up against you, but he could kiss along the surface of your shoulders.
He started to slowly press kisses down your neck, moaning as you tilted your head to give him more space. He stopped to linger at the top of your shoulder, taking in a small amount of skin. After he was happy at the mark he left, he opened his mouth a little wider, canines grazing against your skin.
You reach to pull his head back up, resting his jaw on your shoulder.
âFocus, Mr. OâHara, itâs only one more step.â You say these words lowly right next to his ear, pressing your lips on his tragus then pushing his head up to kiss against his jaw.
When Miguel stood up fully, you could see the dazed look in his eyes. Staring closer, you noticed they were a little dewey.
You had to bring him back down to Earth. You couldnât have him lost in this steam.
âHey, baby look at me,â you even your tone and angle his face towards yours. âAre you alright? Do we need to sit down?â
You wait for his eyes to find yours, searching for discomfort.
âNo, I'm fine. Iâm ok, sorry,â he says, leaning into one of your hands, wrapping his hand around it for extra support.
âPositive? I know the water is really hot so if you need to step out and cool down, then thatâs fine. Iâll help you settle down then come back and finish up by myself,â you say, adamant in your words.
âNo! No, no. Iâm really ok. Iâm so cool and calm right now that itâs crazy,â he replies, frantic at the thought of leaving you in the shower. âHand me the conditioner.â
You look at him again, tickled at the change in condition. All you could do was sigh, twist the cap off of the conditioner, and pull the inner lid off.
He dabbed two fingers on top of the cream, scooping a small amount off of the top. âA little goes a long way, right?â
âA little does go a long way.â
âCan you turn around, please?â
You comply, placing the conditioner in a corner.
âIf you need it to lather a bit more, just add a little water,â you remind him.
He began to work the conditioner through, going from the root to the ends. The results were quick and he could see your curls begin to sprout. He started to thoroughly pull his fingers through, working out any leftover tangles. He got to a bigger knot and held the section of hair in one hand, and carefully combed through the knot with the other.
You were feeling peaceful until it dawned on you: you never gave him a comb or a brush to work with.
âHold on, baby what are you using to take the knots out with? Do you have a comb?â
Miguel placed one of his hands in your face and pushed his talons out, like a cat showing its claws off when you press the center of its paw.
You panic, remembering that they can tear through people and metal, âUm. I donât think using these bad boys on my hair is the right way to go.â
âTranquila, mi amor, I got it. Iâm using the dull side, see?â
He put a tuft of hair in front of your eyes and showed the process of him detangling while talon-less, then working out the final tough knot with the side of the talon, turning his hand sideways to avoid cutting your curls.
As a result, the section was completely detangled, allowing him to run his fingers straight through the thick strands, and the curls springing back up once he was finished. Plus, from what you could tell, there was no breakage.
Color you impressed because Miguel was pulling out all of the stops today.
âAlright, just. Be careful.â
âAlways.â
âIf you jack up my hair, Lyla will have to place Jess in charge permanently.â
âWouldnât have it any other way.â
You stand, arms placed under your chest, waiting for Miguel to finish. Subconsciously listening to the pattern of his breaths and the sound of his talon going through your hair.
âOk, thatâs it. Do you want to wash my hair while this sits?â
Such a smart boyfriend.
âYeah just let me go ahead and finish this shower while you get your hair wet.â
Miguel stepped back to get under the overhead shower head, letting the water fall on him like rain, watching you as you began to lather body wash on your net sponge.
You were scrubbing away at your skin getting into every crevice, peach fragrance filling the air.
He wanted to reach out and touch you, but look where thatâs gotten him so far. Almost kicked out of the bathroom.
You were just as stubborn as he was, no, resolute.
He admired it, especially when you gracefully brought him down from clouds that were his own fantasies.
Focusing back on you, he stared openly as you folded your body in half to reach your ankles causing everything to be on display.
A normal person would put their foot on the ledge to reach below. You were definitely fucking with him.
He watched as you pulled the net sponge across your body, leaning up as the languid movements of your hands pulled the net side to side.
He was glad that the water drowned out his harsh breathing.
You finished off your shower, working the detached shower head over the soap, clearing up your skin.
You brought the shower head lower, making sure that there was no bubble left behind.
When you held your ass to help the water pass all the way down the back of your body, Miguel jumped to hold the base of his cock, softly groaning at the picture you were painting.
He lifted his face up and pushed his hair back, in hopes that the stream could help him clear his mind. But, the water was hot, all it did was make him lightheaded at the thought of you.
âMiguel? Come over here so I can wash you too.â
Miguel tottered over, looking down at your body, shining after all your thorough work. You were placing soap on a pair of exfoliating gloves you had bought for him, lathering them together once you were satisfied with the amount of soap.
You got to work on his body, starting at the shoulders and moving in circular motions.
Miguel stared in silence, hoping you would put an end to this charade. But you continue to be meticulous, covering every inch of his upper body. Lifting his arms when you wanted to. Moving him around when you wanted to.
In this moment, he felt like a ragdoll, letting you do whatever you pleased.
You squatted down to do his lower body, eyes laser focused, not missing a spot.
All Miguel could focus on was your face so close to his dick that was twitching in anticipation. You just ignored it and continued to rub the rest of him down. Miguel wanted to cry.
You were touching everywhere, slowing down on his inner thighs and ass causing his knees to shake.
You held him steady by gripping the back of his thighs and finally looked up at him, acknowledging his presence.
Your eyes traced him all the way down to the gift that was in front of you. You parted your lips and let your tongue brush against the tip, watching as spurts of pre-cum escaped. You couldnât have that. You leaned forward a little more, taking the head in completely, and allowed yourself a few more licks and a suck before you let go with a pop, watching the thin trail of spit grow as you leaned back.
Miguel whined in frustration, a cloud of desire fading so quickly.
âAmor, why did you-â
You quickly jumped up and rested against him, arms wrapped around his waist and hands lightly groping his butt.
âI didnât even wash your hair yet, silly,â you quip, chin nuzzling against his sternum. âNow, go rinse off and sit on the bench so I can reach your hair.â
Forget wanting to cry, Miguel might actually do it.
He was so, so hard.
After the soap was gone he trudged to the bench, glancing over at you washing the conditioner out of your hair.
âI could have washed it out for you,â he protests, half bothered by his situation and half annoyed that he let it blindside him from the main point of this shower.
âItâs ok, baby. You really helped me out a lot today and Iâm thankful. Iâm also making sure you donât drop to the floor right now, so hold on for me,â you reply earnestly, chuckling at the look of frustration slapped across Miguelâs face.
You bring over the hydrating scrub, some conditioner, and the shower head, and stand in between his legs, ready to start.
Miguel looked up at you like you hung the stars in the sky, undeniably in love and unbelievably aroused.
You started to unscrew the scrub, making sure to part his hair down the middle.
âYouâre using your products on me?â he asked, confused at your actions.
âJust the shampoo. I donât think this conditioner will do you any good, but for the most part, the line is pretty inclusive. Ainât that neat?â
âMm-hm,â he responded, cheeks squished against your chest, arms wrapped around your thighs.
âLook forward, for me, baby,â you say, starting to spread the shampoo on his scalp.
He just hummed and groaned in the safety of your torso, while you scratched at his scalp and pulled the shampoo to his ends. He started to kiss and nibble at any skin he could get his mouth on. His grip was getting tighter and he felt a stutter in your breaths.
âLean back so I can rinse this out.â
He placed his chin on your stomach again, eyes full of hearts.
âIâm almost finished, I just need to put your conditioner on.â
Miguel hummed once more as you placed the conditioner at his ends first, then scrunched his hair up, careful not to mess with his scalp. Mindful of his wavy, curly hair texture like he was for yours.
His wine eyes kept staring at you, as if you were the 8th wonder of the world. You felt heat in your face, an accumulation of the almost boiling water and Miguelâs full attention.
He was simply grinning, face wet and tinted from the water.
âYouâre so cute,â you say, rinsing out the last of the product.
âOnly with you,â he replies, still trying to make you look into his eyes. âCan you come closer?â
You set the shower head down and run your hands through his strands, âI feel like Iâm already as close as it gets.â
âNot really,â he said, swiftly sitting you on his lap like you weighed nothing. âYou could always be closer to me, cariño. I can think of many ways to make that happen.â
You finally allow yourself to indulge in his shenanigans. Leaning your forehead on his, you open your mouth to say, âIs that why you were so adamant about getting in the shower? To get as close to me as possible?â
He looked from your eyes to your mouth, âNo?â
You bring your hands from his hair to his neck, âYou know you canât lie. In fact, youâre like, really bad at it.â
âFine. It was partially because of that. How did you know?â
âLike I said, you canât lie and neither can your face. Youâve been pouting ever since I let you scratch my head and especially when I wanted to wash my hair in the sink.â
âAm I that easy to read?â
âKind of,â you say, a laugh twinkling off your lips. âI can always tell when you want me.â
âYeah? And what am I telling you right now?â He starts to move your hips, placing his erection right under you, grinding your lips against him.
You close your eyes, a flame beginning to blossom within you, âI guess that you need, fuck, you need me.â Your clit was throbbing against his length as he dragged your body back and forth.
âI do, bebĂ©, I do,â Miguel was moaning loudly, melting at the feeling of your pussy finally warming him up. He moved his lips to yours, desperately trying to have more of you, gripping your hips even harder.
âBaby, s-slow down,â you say in the midst of his kisses, trying to put your feet on the bench next to him to gain some sort of stability. You knew he was pent up, but he was moving so frantically, you were scared he might slip off.
âTe necesito. Please, just-â Miguel cut himself off with a groan in your neck, grinding your slit along himself faster. He started to kiss down your chest, finally getting to your breasts, and gliding his tongue along the wet skin. He took a nipple into his mouth, allowing himself to suck.
The flame from before was starting to grow, âMiggy if you keep going, Iâm gonna cum.â He was just starting and you already felt everything coming to an end.
How were you so close, yet he was the one who was riled up?
âMiguel, Iâm-â you hold on harder to his neck, eyebrows furrowed.
âUh huh. Câmon, give it to me,â he encouraged, staring at you, eyes cloudy.
You break above him, a scream crawling from your throat, hips stuttering in his hold, and liquid leaking onto the floor.
âOh my god,â your mind was hazy, reveling from how quick you came, but mostly at how needy Miguel looked.
âWas it good?â he asked, hugging your body as he switched angles, dragging his body closer to the edge of the bench, letting your feet fall to the floor. His voice was whiny, desperate, wanton. âWas I good for you? Did you feel good?â
You brought your mouth to his temple, movements shaky and heart still thumping, âYou were so good for me, baby. So good.â
He sighed, breath leaving his lungs as if what you told him was a matter of life and death.
âThen use me,â he leaned back, hands pressed against the seat. âUse me, however you please.â
You stared at him, a little stunned but fully immersed. When you brought your hand to his chest, you could feel how fast his heart was moving. You brought your mouth to his once more, a thumb on his chin pushing so that lips could part. You kissed him deep, making sure to direct his focus there while you placed your knees on the bench.
Sitting just above him, you guided your sex to his, allowing his tip to barely kiss you. You wanted him, yearned for him inside of you, but not yet.
You slid his tip past your slit, only edging it in partially, then rubbed your pussy up and down the head, allowing yourself to open up.
Miguel moaned into your mouth, hands curling into fists as he felt your walls close around the top of him. He started to move in tiny thrusts matching your rhythm.
âNuh uh, baby, itâs just me right now, remember?â You break your kiss to reprimand him, bringing your hand from his chin to his stomach, and stopping all movement.
Miguel could only cry out and nod, upset at the loss of your body devouring his own, âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, keep going. Iâll be still, cariño, please.â
âGood. There he is, my sweet baby,â you say, voice a prime example at how much Miguel begging for you was affecting you.
You start back, ass moving with a bit more force. You lean to press a long kiss against his neck, losing yourself in the sound of him barely inside of you, his groans a lovely melody filling up the room.
âYou feel amazing, Miguel. So big, and youâre only giving me so little,â you pant in his ear, knees starting to hurt from how hard the tiles were.
âItâs all for you. Just for you,â he gasped, twitching when the sounds of your juices got even louder at your constant movement. âMi amor, please, can I hold you?â
âAlways, baby.â
Internally you chuckled, you never told him he couldnât touch you, you just followed his plea to use him like a toy. He was so pussy drunk, he forgot the parameters he set for himself.
He wrapped his biceps around you, your arms folding behind your back in the process, but that didnât stop you from riding out the high that was another orgasm.
âThatâs right, keep going. Ăsame, take what you need,â he requested. He was itching to dive deeper into you, not wanting your pleasure to end.
You threw your head back and whined high with Miguelâs name on your tongue, gushing out your release for a second time.
âFuck.â Miguel was still holding onto you, legs taut in their position. He swerved your pussy across his length, listening at how wet you were.
You laid your head on the tile above Miguel, relieved with its slight coolness and trying to slow down your rapid heartbeat. Your hips kept bucking as an aftereffect.
You didnât get that much of a cool down before Miguel was at it again, finally sliding his dick in until he bottomed out.
The two of you let out long moans in unison, a harmony that wasnât unfamiliar to your apartment.
In this position, your face was back in front if Miguelâs, eyes watery from the sensation of him filling you up.
âYouâre perfect, you feel perfect,â Miguel cradled you, trying to get as comfortable as he could, despite the impossible position he put himself in.
Lifting his hips off of the bench, he held himself up by his back pressed against the tiles.
Before you could even ask him if you all should move to the floor, he knocked the wind out of you, holding you up as he slammed into you.
âMiguel!â you shout, clamoring for anything to grab onto after the impact had you knocking forward.
âI got you, I promise. Wonât let you fall,â he heaved out, words spilling out as fast as his hips were snapping.
All you could do was mutter out words incoherently, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass reverberating off of the walls. Your eyes finally let go of the tears they were holding, overwhelmed by your state of being.
âWhatâs that, mi amor?â Miguel cooed at you, licking off one of your tears and kissing your cheek. âCan you feel me? Is it too much?â
âI, ngh, I,â you could barely get your words out, your brain turning into mush after each thrust. Miguel kept going, humming as he spread kisses around your face.
âYou gotta answer me, baby. I need to know,â he whispered.
âIâm trying,â you respond, voice cracking from overuse. You were still peeved at his composure. âI thought you said, oh my god, you said you didnât want to hurt your back.â
Miguel just pursed his lips, eyes clearing up for just a second, âI didnât. And Iâm not going to, super-healing, remember?â
âThatâs-â your sentence was cut off by Miguel hiking you up and smacking you back down in time with one of his thrusts.
âShit! Do that again,â you sob, thoughts coming to a stop.
âYeah?â Miguel tried his best to keep his eyes on you, but you were squeezing so tight around him that his eyes kept rolling.
âYes, Miggy. Right there, that spot. Itâs so,â you were drooling at this point. âItâs so much.â
Miguel kept it up, glad to be hearing those words, proud of himself for igniting you.
You held your head down, body wound tight, âI think Iâm gonna cum. Iâm close.â
âAgain?â Miguel asked, heart fluttering at you falling apart on his dick.
âYes, baby. Donât stop,â you say, voice wavering.
Right as you felt your body beginning to let go, Miguel halted and sat back on the bench.
âNo, no, no. Why did you-â You were cut off by Miguel grabbing you and placing you on your shoulders, pussy in his face.
He opened his mouth and pushed his tongue in where his cock once was swirling in and out, sucking at your folds. He starts to hum as if you've fed him his last meal, causing your orgasm to come in waves.
âOh!â you shout, thighs quivering around his head, one hand gathering a fist of hair and the other pawing at the wall. Miguel was lapping everything up, holding you so that you couldnât even think of falling.
âOk, ok,â you say, mewling as he kept you in place while your hips shook. âSâtoo much.â He finally letâs go, placing you back in his lap.
âDid I do good?â he asks, chest rising and falling rapidly now that he catered to you. His face was a mess, evidence of you all down his neck.
You kissed his nose, giggling at his need for praise, âYes, baby. You did amazing. Fantastic. Perfecto.â
He was practically vibrating with joy, kneading at your thighs.
âBut Miggy, thereâs still a problem,â you say, holding his face with both hands. âYou still didnât cum yet.â
You watched his face flit through several phases: ecstatic, worried, then hungry.
âCan I keep going?â he asks, hands starting to roam again.
You simply nod and try to prepare yourself for him moving you around again.
He sinks back in slowly, careful of your sensitive body. You try your best to move, hips working in circles, hands holding onto his thighs. You couldn't help but to squeeze onto him, despite how tired you were.
âYou look so pretty,â Miguel mumbled.
âBet I would look prettier if you finished. Inside.â
That fired him up even more. He started to help you to bounce up and down his length, teeth gritted. You held your head back, eyes scrunched at the feeling of him inside again.
Then he started to whimper, a telltale sign that he was close.
âCan you say it again, please?â he said, moving to stand with you in his arms.
âSay what?â you ask, exhausted yet in awe that he still had so much energy. âThat I want you to cum inside? Fill me up?â
You could feel him twitch inside of you, mind hazy at the thought.
âShockingly, no. My name. Porfa, mi vida. I need to hear it.â He was still holding you as he pounded away, eyes never leaving yours.
Youâve been saying his name the whole time, so surely that canât be it. Then, it dawned on you.
âLet go, Mr. OâHara,â you say, mouth right next to his.
And so he did. He bent over, hands gripping your sides as he snapped his hips frantically, groaning into your mouth as he kissed you hard. You could feel him seeping inside you, hot liquid filling you up.
You clutch at his shoulders, feeling your hold slipping from how wet his skin was from the shower and the heat. You cry out again, body sore from all of fun and sensitive from overstimulation.
Miguel finally let up for what felt like hours, standing up straight and pulling you off his dick. He hissed at the feeling, angling your body parallel to his so that everything could fall to the shower floor.
You lay your head on his shoulder tiredly, grateful that he was still carrying you.
âThatâs going to mess up the drain. You should have just let it stay in me until it took,â you mumble into his shoulder, hearing his breath hitch at your words. âOr until I got to the toilet or something.â
He brought you both back to the bench, âYou're on the pill so stop teasing me about that.â
âBut that doesnât mean that you canât live out your breed-â
âYeah, yeah. I got it, mi amor,â he says, pecking your lips to stop you from continuing. âNow let's clean you up. Again.â
He reaches for the shower head and checks the temperature. Humming, he aims the spray at your lower area.
You jump and yelp, âThatâs so fucking cold!â
âBĂ©be, itâs literally warm. I just checked!â
No wonder he was about to die in the steam, âYou know how hot I like my showers, and thatâs ice cold right now.â
âWell Iâm sorry itâs not burning, but we have to clean you up,â he said, trying to console you. âIâll warm you up later.â
You look at him and thereâs this playful look on his face. âNo,â you say, just the thought of doing this again making you sleepy.
You eye his body up and down. âMaybe later.â
He just chuckled and finished up.
An hour later, the two of you are dry, blow dried, and comfortably laid out across the couch with baking competition shows queued up on the TV.
You look up at Miguel from your position on his chest, cheesing from ear to ear.
He feels you staring at him and looks down, eyes warm. âWhat?â he asks, watching your face light up.
âNothing. I just love you,â you say, unable to look away.
He kisses you, heart keeping a steady beat, âI love you too.â
I hope you enjoyed reading! đ©”đ©”
Any likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated and welcomed.
(And did anyone catch my BeyoncĂ© CĂ©cred refs?? I have no idea how brand names work with fics so I just stuck to nameless descriptionsđ)
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Plsss can I request more of Von Lycaon nsfw, i read your von lycaon fics... AND I'M OBSESSED đđ
Can I plss request von lycaon smut x SUB fem/gn reader where the reader like to stroke or touch his tail or ears, i can't help but want to touch it, it look so fluffy-...
Lycaon x Fem!Reader
Distraction
Lycaon and the reader are having sex, but it seems that the reader is distracted by something...
Cw: NSFW, silly, fluff
Lycaon hold you close against his fluffy body He feels so comforting and warm as he gently caresses you Your eyes open to catch on his ears white and fluffy while groomed almost like untouched snow.
Lycaon has yet to notice that you have been distracted He gives you a small smile. "I've been waiting to have you in my arms all day. Let me love you, my dear." His voice is soft and gentle; however, You were paying attention to how his tail swished side to sideâlong and poofy, almost more cat-like than a wolf.
He nuzzles you against your neck before his tongue darts out to run across your skin. You could feel how hard he is underneath his pants as he grinds against you. He was ready.
How could he be so rough yet so soft? You could not hold back any longer. You reach both of your hands, gently touching Lycaon's ears.
Those red eyes narrowed apon realization. You smile feelling the plush soft furr, 'aaa so soft like felt, or maybe like a sheep?'
"Miss... Is there something wrong?"
Your partner's voice breaks you from your thoughts. "N-No it's nothing!" Your face flushes as you were caught petting your wolf boyfriend like he's a doggy. Lycaon couldnt help but smile, your interest in his fur was admitted quite cute.
When you finally break away form his soft ears your fingers feel his face his fluffy white fur with his piercing red eyes filled with gentleness, a look you fell in love with.
" Are you sure? You seem awful distracted."
Your smile widens his question falling on deaf eyes as you boop his black nose, your thumb traces over his mouth. Accidentally lifting his mouth to see his sharp canines and teeth.
Those same teeth that can leave a mark or more on your skin.
Your mind floods with inappropriate thoughts, as your face floods with blood as Lycaon, having had enough of your 'petting.'
He gently grabs your hand before pressing it against his lips. "Are you done?" He purrs now that smile was wider not hiding how much have been loving your attention his tail now wagging harder.
"Y-yes." You squeaked out when he pins you to the bed.
#smut#zzzero lycaon#zzz#zzzero#von lycaon#von lycaon x reader#Lycaon smut#zenless zone zero#hoyoverse
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intoducing sleazy!rafe
note: this was not supposed to be smutty. I got carried away đ. i need more dialogue... HOW DO I ADD MEORE?!?!? I gave up at the end, im sorry
oh, how you ignored all his red flags just because he had a pretty face and striking blue eyes. you've come to regret it and there's not much you can do about it.
on your first date, rafe shows up half an hour late, in a wrinkled, orange polo shirt, high with a freshly rolled blunt behind his ear. there's remnants of white powder along the edge of his nostril. his hair is greasy, and you wish he had put more effort into his appearance with all the dirty stares you were receiving.
he lazily chuckles at god knows what. his pupils are blown and his eyes are lidded. he has to tilt his head slightly up to be able to see you.
"let's eat?" you're unsure at this point, hesitating to call up one of your friends fo an excuse. your friends warned you about this. did you listen? no. you didn't want to prove them wrong though, always seeing the best in people.
"yeah... yeah"
when you flip you hair over your shoulder he says "i wonder how many times it'll wrap around my wrist." you freeze.
you fight every nerve in your body to refrain from rolling your eyes. gosh, he was so high.
the whole date went by with him making crude remarks directed towards you and the alcohol you guys were getting served was not doing anything to help the situation. you were buzzed and horny.
his gaze kept dropping towards your glossy lips and chest accentuated perfectly by the silk dress you were wearing. with the way he was licking his lips and shifting in his seat, there was no way he was letting you go home without him.
you felt exposed with the way he was eye-fucking you and you felt all the more turned on, your nipples hardening and poking out through the thin fabric.
you, were no better. you mirrored his actions, eyes constantly flicking down towards his lips every time he licked them, suggestively taking food into your mouth and leaning down enough to expose as much flesh of your tips without flashing him your nipples. something about his nasally, rich kid voice had you hanging onto his every word.
"y'look sexy." rafe's licking his lips, undressing you with his eyes. you squirm in your sit at his gaze. "got such a beautiful little thing sitting in front of me."
he's hot, that's for sure. maybe, one night wouldn't hurt.
"wanna go back to mine?"
"mhm" the moment you affirm your answer, he throws a wad of cash on the table, grabs your bag and drags you out the restaurant. he's taking large steps, much to large for your stiletto clad feet. "rafe, slow down." he slows down and looks back at you, before he starts walking towards you and throws you over his shoulder.
you squeal and he gives your ass a firm slap making you yelp. "what a slut. y'ass is basically hanging out." you gasp at the delicious sting on your cheek. "fuck, I don't think I can wait." he hissed as his truck came into view.
unlocking his truck, he pushes you into the back-seat, grateful for his illegally tinted windows. and then his lips are on yours.
he's everywhere, all at once. hands grabbing whatever he can, wherever he can. thighs, cheeks, ass, tits. he's groaning into your mouth, tongue pushing past your lips and fighting with yours.
short, heavy breaths fill the vehicle. your flushed with need. a needy moan leaves your lips as rafe starts undulating his hips into yours. your hands snake to his belt. "I need you." you whisper against his mouth. he just hums and rolls his hips with more insistence into you, chasing his own pleasure. he clasps both your hand between his and puts them above you while his other hand continues groping your tits.
he trails his kisses down to your shoulder, nipping and sucking along the way. a particularly harsh suck has you hissing, knowing it would leave a mark. he bites the strap of your dress, pulling it down your shoulder. he does the same to the other side, his hands finding the zipper on the back of your dress, pulling it down.
your panties are drenched, sticking to you like a second skin. the friction of rafe's tip underneath his jeans, rubbing against your clit has you mewling in pleasure.
"I'm gonna cum" he snaps out of his horny daze and stops moving. he pulls his lips back but attempt to chase after him yet you fail. there's a string of saliva connecting the both of you together.
rafe fumbles with the buckle of his belt and leans over to open the centre console. he pulls out a condom, putting the edge of the wrapper between his teeth and tugging to rip the foil open while pulling himself out his boxers. you pull your own panties off, chucking them at rafe's face.
he rubs his tip along your folds before pushing in all the way. rafe looks at you to find you already staring up at him with doe eyes and your bottom lip between your teeth. a nod from you, and a roll of your hips is all he needs before he starts pumping in and out of you. fast.
it's not long before you hear the squelch of your pussy and the sound of skin slapping. "fuck. y'feel s'good, baby," rafe grunts out. a desperate, whimper escapes from your lips at his praise and you wall flutters around his thick cock. "y'like that, don't you?"
you let out a needy whine. "more." rafe flips the two of you over so that you're straddling him. one hand gripping your hip, the other grabbing handfuls of your ass as he starts fucking up into you.
rafe's focus goes down to your tits and the way they jiggle every time he slams his hips into yours. he brings his mouth down and starts sucking on your nipple and you choke on a moan.
he brings one hand down to your clit and starts rubbing, listening to the way you let out an unrestrained sob, the pleasure becoming too much.
"w-wait" you feel the familiar tightening in your stomach and squeeze if your pussy, trying your best to push yourself away.
"y'bout to come, hm?" you nod your head, getting a small, breathless "yes" out. "cum f'me, baby." you feel your body convulse as your orgasm washes over you, however, rafe keeps fucking into you chasing his high, finishing moments later.
#rafe cameron#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron x reader#rafe imagine#rafe obx#rafe outer banks#rafe smut#rafe x reader#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron outer banks#rafe cameron imagine#sleazy!rafe
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â a favour
Deku has a favour to ask of Bakugou, and he hopes youâll be happy to oblige.
This is pretty much for Kitten idkđđ
Warnings: 18+.
Word Count: 0.8k.
âYou wanna what?â Bakugou sneers as he pushes his mask up onto his forehead, raising a brow. Completely positive that Deku hadnât just asked him that question, there ainât no fucking wayâ
âNo, no, no, listen! Iâll pay youâ and I just think itâll be better with you both rather than a stranger.â
âAnd you think thatâs a favour?â Bakugou grunts, âA favour is âCan you spot me?â or âCan you give me a lift?ââ not can I fuck your girlfriend?â
âNo! I donât want to fuck herââ A blatant lie, âI want to watchââ
âYou want me to fuck my girlfriendââ Bakugou sounds on his tongue, as though that would make it make sense, âAnd you just wanna watch?â
âUm, well yeah.â The tips of Dekuâs ears were burning crimson, tinted all the way across his cheeks as he felt his stomach knot.
After he was caught in a drunken fumble with an escort a few months ago, Midoriya had to be more careful about the company he kept. The story only failed to reach the local news outlets and social media thanks to his quick thinking HR team sending out a lengthy NDA, paired with a substantial payoff. Escorts, strangers online and Only Fans were now completely off limits. If the public found out about the Number One Heroes filthy little secret his entire image would be destroyed.
âSo why not just go out and fuck a girl?â Bakugou snorts, âThereâs gotta be thousands of women ready to get into the Number Oneâs pants.â
âItâs not just about that,â Deku flushes, trying to avoid Bakugouâs intense fiery gaze, âI like to watchââ
âSo watch porn.â Bakugou scoffs, âIâm sure Iâve got plenty of fuckinâ videos on my phone that I can send yaâ thereâs one where Iâve got her in this posiââ
âNo!â Midoriya cut him off, âI meanâ I like when people are mean to me.â
Bakugouâs lips curled into a sinful grin at the realisation as he held his phone in his hands, staring down at his former school friend, âYou like being degraded huh? You sick freak.â
Midoriya bit back a groan as he felt his pants tighten at the brash tone, his cock pulsing beneath the tough fabric as he shifted from foot to foot.
âAnd what makes you think sheâd even agree to it, hah?â Bakugou knew you were more than comfortable trying out new kinks and experiences in the bedroom with him, just last week youâd filmed a raunchy CNC sex tape after your date plans had been ruined by a torrential downpour. And you were more than happy for him to share some of the moments he filmed with his best friendsâ But this was inviting another man, a friend, into your most intimate moments together. Nowhere near the same as sending a quick thirty second video of you bouncing on his cock to Kirishima.
âCan you at least ask her?â Midoriya mumbles, âPlease?â
âYeah, sure.â Bakugou itches his nose with the back of his hand, âIâll tell her what a sick fuckinâ freak you are, Deku.â
Midoriya was certain he couldâve creamed his pants from the condescending lilt to Bakugouâs voice as he grabbed his towel out of his locker, his stomach lurching as he thought about whether this was what his friend was like when he was with you. Watching Bakugou disappear behind the shower stalls as Midoriya finally chanced palming his throbbing cock for a moments relief, wincing when he felt just how wet with pre his boxers were as they stuck to his skin uncomfortably, moulding to his cock as he groaned in satisfaction.
Did Bakugou talk to you like this too? So full of spite and degredationâ Did the same thing get you off too? Or was his voice soft and full of praise as he plowed into your sloppy cunt.
âOi,â Bakugou shouted across the locker room as Midoriya laced his red trainers. He definitely couldnât shower here, not now. He had to make it homeâ looking up to see Bakugou standing there with a towel slung low on his hips, a smirk on his face as he held his phone in the air. And Midoriya noticed he was on video chat with you, wondering whether Bakugou was talking to you while he was in the showerâ âShe said she wants to play your nasty little game, Deku.â
And here Midoriya was, not even forty-eight hours later. Sitting at the foot of your bed while Bakugou split you apart on his cockâ
âShe didnât believe me when I told her, you know.â Bakugou sneers, a warm palm cupping your jaw to direct your debauched face to his friends green gaze, âCouldnât believe that precious little Deku would be such a sick little freak.â
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