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lillian-gallows · 2 months ago

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Kinktober 2024 Day 1: Thigh Riding with Logan Howlett/Wolverine

Pairing: Logan Howlett/Wolverine X Fem!Reader Word Count: 1494 Warnings: Thigh riding (Duh), Light dirty talk, Degradation (He calls her a slut once and talks down to her a lot), Cursing, alcohol and smoking. Kinktober 2024 Master(sub)list

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The atmosphere of the bar was casual, yet felt oddly intimate for the dive that it was.

Perhaps it was the low lighting.

Or perhaps it was the man sitting in front of you.

Logan wasn't the type to tolerate company when he went out to drink, he wasn't the type to tolerate company when drinking at home either, but that was beside the point.

"Then the fucker had the balls to call it an 'Educated wish'." He scoffed softly, rolling his dark eyes. "Can you believe that shit?"

The smoke from his cigar curled in the air between you, distracting you from answering for a moment, the air feeling heavy and smell of burning tobacco thick with a heady earthy scent that made your brain buzz with thoughts of the man in front of you.

Specifically, how much you wanted him to fuck you senseless like he had just the night before, and most nights before that since you'd managed to convince him that you were genuinely attracted to him and his age didn't effect anything, at least not negatively.

"Uh-Yeah, but at that seems like the least of the wild shit Wade has said at this point." You managed with a chuckle, thoroughly entertained by Wade's antics and Logan's long-suffering reactions, though your delay didn't go unnoticed, though it did go uncalled-out save for the slight upward curl to his lips.

To be entirely fair this wasn't sudden, you'd been desperate for him all day, from the moment you opened your eyes that morning and were met with his sleeping face you'd craved him with a deep primal need that only Logan had ever successfully inspired in you.

And you'd made this desire well known long before he decided to take you out to a bar for an impromptu date, he'd just sent you a knowing, slightly teasing, smirk at your huff of annoyance when he patted your ass with an order to go get ready.

So that's how he wants to play.

It wasn't uncommon for him to make you play waiting games, or tease you in public, though that went both ways. You could be a real devil when you wanted to be...And right now you want to be.

You shifted a little in your seat in an effort to get even the slightest bit of friction, but more importantly, it would send the scent of your arousal into the air, and knowing Logan he'll be more than able to smell it over the smoke.

It didn't take long.

Seconds after you shifted, he inhaled through his nose as if to let out another sigh only to freeze as the scent of your arousal reached his ridiculously strong senses. His dark eyes flashed up to meet yours, but you looked around the bar coyly, playing innocent just like he loved.

In your periphery you saw his brow raise as if to give you a chance to stop before you really even start, you just turned to look at him with an innocent questioning look.

The slightest of shadows fell over his eyes, he was as desperate as you were, but he was doing a better job of hiding it. So far at least.

He went quiet after that, clearly listening to the song that was playing on the jukebox in the corner, Paralyzer by Finger Eleven. How fitting.

Taking advantage of the distraction you lifted your foot, slowly trailing it up his calf to his knee and back down again. His eyes flashed back to you, a thin warning shining in their depths.

Rather than back down, you trailed it back up and past his knee, sliding closer to the edge of your seat so you could reach further up his thigh, not quite to the good bits but damn close, and he spread his legs in spite of the thunder brewing in his face. It was an act, he knew it turned you on when he fucked you 'angry' so he played it up a little, and God did it work.

The faint sheen of sweat accumulating on his brow as he tries to hold himself back, the scrunch of his furrowed brows over his half lidden eyes, his lips parted just slightly between puffs from his cigar, but those eyes were the real treat.

Dark and deep and roiling with heat that threatened to set you aflame and trained on you and you alone.

Sweet fucking Hell, you wanted him to fuck you senseless.

Then you got bold, the tip of your toes just barely brushing the bulge in his jeans only for his free hand to dart down to wrap around your ankle, his patience finally reaching its limit.

"Bathroom, 3 minutes." Was all he said before standing, leaving his drink but taking the cigar, and walking to the back of the bar. His words were simple but there was that low growl of arousal that sent you quivering with anticipation.

You're not entirely sure three minutes had passed when you got up, and you didn't particularly care, too busy vibrating with excitement that you were going to get what you want, but also nervous of how Logan was going to make you earn it for 'Making a show in public' as he liked to taunt.

Your panties stuck to your skin as went, already soaked through.

The bathroom was as clean as one might have expected from a dive bar, but you weren't there for the aesthetics.

You were there to, hopefully, get railed.

The moment you passed the threshold you were being manhandled forward with one hand while the other closed and locked the door, only to then be pressed back against it. Logan's furnace of a body pressed against your front, his lips claiming yours with the same animalistic hunger you've come to expect from him.

You hadn't even realized that one of his thighs had found itself between yours till the shock of being manhandled wore off and you melted into the kiss, which caused you to press down against his leg unconsciously, giving your poor aching clit just enough pressure to send a jolt through you.

His lips parted from yours as a gasp escaped you, looking down at you with a wicked smirk, he knew what you were thinking, what you wanted. And he was going to make you work for it.

He let out a low humming chuckle that was just this side of a growl, sounding smug. "Since you can't behave yourself..." He said rumbled into the small space between your faces. "Go on, Darlin', get yourself off on my thigh like the needy little slut you are."

His words sent another jolt through you, this time shock met arousal halfway. You had been sure he would fuck you, he has before, but it seemed he wanted to torture you just a little more. He knows that even if you cum, it won't be enough, it might even make your desperation worse.

You wondered if that's what he was hoping for.

His hands gripped your hips as he pressed his thigh up against you, using his grip to rock your hips against him.

Your own hands flew to grip at his shoulders as a narrowly stifled moan forced its way up your throat. The combination of friction from the cotton of your panties, the slide of your arousal soaking the fabric, and the solid press of his thick muscular thigh made a trifecta of sweet torment as he continued to move your hips for you, though that didn't last long as his voice rolled in your ear like thunder.

"Come on, needy girl, take watcha want." He ordered as his hands stilled, though they didn't let go.

Looking up at him with bleary eyes you weren't able to argue, you needed something, or you thought you'd go insane. So, you took over, rolling your hips against his thigh, the dress you decided to wear was a blessing, this would have taken so much longer had you worn jeans too.

And it didn’t take long as each pressing roll had new waves of pleasure washing over you, though it was lack luster compared to when he filled you with his cock, or his fingers, or his tongue. But you were too far gone to think about comparisons right now. Teetering too close to that edge.

The sounds of the bar on the other side of the door were far away to your ears as the heat in your belly built and built, a coil just waiting to snap. Your legs quivered and it was a good thing that Logan is strong because you were sure they wouldn't be able to hold you up right now.

When your orgasm hit it was in a show of shaking legs, shaking breaths, and pleading looks, begging for more.

But he just chuckled and pressed his lips to your forehead. “Let’s go finish our drinks."

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baronessvonglitter · 6 months ago

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if love be rough with you, be rough with love | chapter 1 | "late night"

Dave York x f!reader

Word count: 684 (basically an intro)

Summary: you stumble across the object of your recent affections during a restless late night

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, masturbation, sexual fantasy, sexual frustration, having a complicated crush on your boss, reader has no physical description, no use of y/n

Author's Note: this was inspired by "Late for Valentine's" by @absurdthirst which forever changed my brain chemistry (and is one of the first smut fics I ever read on AO3) and can be found here.

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On your back, legs parted wide, your breath quavers and hitches. You grab roughly onto Dave's hair as he uses his skilled lips and tongue on you. You don't even have to tell him how you like it - he automatically knows, and you shiver with delight when his deep, husky voice gives you encouragement.

"That's it, baby.. you like that?.. come for me, beautiful.."

"Oh god!" you whisper as you feel your orgasm in the very pit of your belly. Shamelessly you fuck his face.

And then it's gone. Your vibrator has died and your very hot (albeit brief) fantasy is over. "Damn it!" you curse, wanting to throw the useless toy at the wall, but you'd probably wake Carol, who only went to bed a short time ago. Still horny and so close to your precipice, you attempt to make yourself come using just your fingers, but it's not the same, and produces only a half-hearted quiet moan when you finish.

After cleaning up you try to get some sleep. Dave is expected back tomorrow evening from his business trip, and you're just as excited as Carol to have him back. You've been working for the York family for almost six months. You like the gig, you love the girls, Molly and Alice, and you get along well with Mrs. York, who you've come to be close enough with to call her Carol.

It's Mr. York, however, who's a different story. He's friendly, polite, and pleasant to be around, of course. You've been drawn to him for awhile.. but to be professional you've never shown your feelings nor made a move. That's just not your style. But as you've come to study him you've found there may be more to him than he's willing to show. The mystery of him is part of what makes him so alluring to you.

If he ever found out you were just masturbating while fantasizing about him going down on you, you'd probably die of embarrassment.

Too frustrated to sleep, you start downstairs for a glass of water (and some fresh batteries). As you descend steps you hear the front door open, just loud enough to catch your attention and you freeze in your tracks. Someone comes into the foyer and starts up the stairs. You can't move.

There, halfway up the staircase, Dave crosses your path. He looks tired, but there's a light in his eyes as soon as he sees you. "Hey," he says softly, smiling. "What are you still doing up?"

"Just getting some water," you answer, hoping he can't see you blushing in the semi-darkness. You're still in your Henley shirt and plaid pajama shorts. "I'm glad you're home.."

"Thank you. It's good to be home." His voice is warm, and he sounds genuinely pleased to be back. You can only imagine the toll his work takes on him.

"Please, Mr. York, go get some sleep." You place a gentle hand on his shoulder, letting him decipher how friendly or flirtatious he wants it to be.

Could it be your wishful imagination, or do you see a little flush across his cheeks? "I will. Good night," he replies quietly and passes you to to up to his and Carol's room.

You watch him until he closes the door behind him. Your heart is still thudding from your unexpected interaction with him, and too late you wonder if he could smell your desire on you, if the wet stain on your panties somehow brought your scent to him in some primal, caveman-like way.

After your drink of water, and with fresh new batteries in hand, you head upstairs, passing slowly by Dave and Carol's room. Part of you expected/dreaded that he would have been greeted by his wife with a welcome home fuck. But all seems quiet within. You would have listened, as you have many times before. But you're glad, in a strange way, not to have to hear it tonight.

"Round two," you smirk to yourself as you go back to your room to change out the batteries in your toy.

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jacevelaryonswife · 2 years ago

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Golden and Silver, my favorite colors | Part six

Although it seems to be more complex and difficult to solve than most people, the one-eye prince is shared common characteristics when he is close to losing something.

∴pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Wife!reader

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Along the distinct activities that Aemond and you were supposed to perform throughout the day, there were long moments of synchrony between thoughts and feelings. A storm for both of you, responsible for the tightness in your heart and total deconcentration of the one-eye prince in his training. He couldn't help but think of you for a damn second. Your words, your smell, your beautiful face, your voice, your pain, your hurt... When he thought of his wife a few weeks ago, there wasn't much that intrigued him, that instigated him. Normal, she was. Quite kind, cordial too — like all the other well-born ladies — but most of all: normal.

Now, when Aemond thought of his wife, he always thought of the back of your head. He picture cracking your lovely skull, unspooling your brain, trying to get answers. The primal questions of a marriage: what are you thinking? How are you feeling? What have we done to each other?

What will we do?

You are all that he thinks, what he longs and dreads to be near, and he wonders if that's how you got up to it in dealing with indifference and apathy, your lord husband, or as you compared him the night before, a cold steel. He wanted to explode when Cole dropped his sword, too angry to pick it up from the ground or continue like that. Heavens, he had never been so restrained in a duty as he had been that afternoon. Come to think of it... He has gone with you, actually. He wasn't a liar either, but he mumbled a "yes" when asked by Sir Criston if he felt okay. He understood your fear, truly, he also understood your defensive posture and inability to forgive him quickly. He understood because he knew that if it was done to himself, he wouldn't be able to forgive easily either. But how he wishes it were different, that you could welcome him with your kind questions and affectionate smile, with your soft, shy touch on his hand and forearm. He would like to breathe in your scent again, feel your body as he slept next to you, hug you in his sleep and wake up next to you one moretime.

It seemed like a sudden and almost unwarranted change in behavior, after all, was that the power of the arrival of a child? No. Not quite. The main point for Aemond to resolve to be an ideal husband was indeed the news of your pregnancy, but what made him brood in frustration, anger and desire was your estrangement, your anger, your heavy words, and your posture determined to forget him, martyr him, blame him, and hate him. Although it seems to be more complex and difficult to solve than most people, the one-eye prince is shared common characteristics when he is close to losing something. It was too much for his pride and conscience. He couldn't let you slip between his fingers in that or any other way, after all, even if we mortals don't kill contact or use it, we don't like to lose our things.

And yes, maybe it was sudden the way he longed to feel your soft, demure lips on top of his again, in a kiss so chaste and simple that only a fruitful relationshipcould guarantee. But he wanted, from the bottom of the core and existence, how he wanted…

Perhaps, if he hadn't gone flying to get away from the dangerous fog that enveloped him, Aemond would have arrived in time for your chambers to meet you in your new silver dress, more modest than the gold one from the night before, but just as luxurious.

Most of your morning was spent in bed, dispensing with your lady-in-waiting and the rest of the maids to get rid of fatigue and regain your energies. Your lady mother had said that pregnancy used to tire the body and that the rest period should be longer so that the baby would not be harmed, what daughter would you be if you did not listen and practice one of her few good advices? The weather was good enough for a warm sheet to cover your body as your thought wandered, unfortunately you didn't go far enough to get away from everything that pertained to your husband. The deadly doubt between considering his apology and giving him a real chance or just continuing to pretend his existence never happened.

But then, you also found yourself thinking about the way he wrapped around your body last night, how he brushed his hair away from your face and inhaled your scent, the delicacy how he took your hand at breakfast and all the promises and right words he said, how he called you a wife and how vulnerable he showed himself last night. How you wanted him now by your side to lie on his chest as his wounds healed.

It was so confusing and intense how this marriage took your peg off the axles and showed you so many unknown facets of yourself, from the hardest working to the most spiteful. You couldn't lie, there was still a lot of widespread hurt in your heart, but the main focus on yourperspective still remained the same. So you decided to venture to another point of the castle, as you were still tired to get around to your seclusion corner at the end of Aegon's River, unfortunately, the palace gardens were considerably distant from your chambers, which made you give up reaching them and settle for the beautiful view of the tall trees from the balcony in the hallway. When you let out a calm breath, a familiar voice called your name. "Princess," you greeted Rhaenyra Targaryen. “Good to see you."

“I say the same," she replied with a simple smile, "it's a beautiful view, isn't it?"

“Indeed.”

In a quick observation about the figure of the princess you noticed two things: she was alone and there was a bulge on her belly, over which she passed her hand upon noticing her gaze.

"I hope it’s a girl this time, I think there's enough male presence around me," she said good-naturedly, making you smile out of courtesy. But perception was not an exclusivity of your, and the princess was not a fool. "What about you?" She could ask what sex of the baby you wanted, but like every girl who has not yet been blessed by Mother with a child, the answer seemed to be very obvious.

Of all the subjects that could be touched, that was the one that took the most out of your sleep. "My belly hasn't started growing yet," you said.

"Are you scared?" She asked.

Fear was an easy feeling to notice, but it wasn't the only thing you felt. It was more terrifying than that, almost as if your chest was being crushed and your world was destroyed by a raging dragon. Your feelings about pregnancy were confused at times and well clarified at others. At the end of the day, you just didn't know what to expect.

"When I was a little younger than your age, my preference was to wear chain mail and march into battle rather than give birth. I kept this thought for a long time, especially when my mother said that childbirth is the battlefield for womenlike us," the princess said. “It didn't get any easier when she was gone, especially the way she was, and when I was expected to have kids. It's terrifying the first time, harrowing, a painful duty to leave, but

I cannot imagine my life without my children." Although without much success, the princess tried to console you. “I believe that having support is important, especially the first time, I'm sure the Queen will know how to choose good handmaidens when the time comes."

"I think so." It wasn't the kindof conversation you'd want to have. “Thank you, princess."

She nodded with a weak smile, gently touching your hand before withdrawing. A distressed breath left your body and you had to lean on yourself to stabilize yourself. You'd like to believe that everything would be okay eventually. A sudden (or accumulated?) weariness hit your legs and before your form collapsed to the ground, the arms of your protector, Sir Koren Fowler.

"My lady! My lady are you okay?"

"Yes, I just... I'm tired." It wasn'tjust that, as your head was spinning until everything went dark.

The news of your malaise made the way through the halls of the Red Keep fairly quickly, as the image of your personal protector carrying your disgruntled body was quite evident. Your lady mother, the Lady Selene, was the first to arrive at your chambers along with Grand Maester Orwyle, sitting next to her as she took your hand.

"What happened?" She asked in fear.

"She fainted, my lady, I don't know why," Sir Koren replied.

“Has she previously shown any signs that could betray her condition?" Orwyle asked this time.

"I don't know, Grand Maester, she looked fine, just a little slower than the normal."

"When was that?" He asked again.

"Before that happens."

The older man mulled over his options in silence, leaning over to feel his temperature. "The period of fatigue and tiredness must have hit her, but fainting is not common, even if each pregnancy is odd and peculiar. The best thing to do is to keep it under review in case another incident of this nature occurs."

"Are there chances of it being anything other than pregnancy?" Your mother asked.

“It's too early to tell, but at some point in her life did she suffer a certain adverse condition?" Orwyle replied.

"No, she's always been a healthy girl."

"Good. It should remain at rest until it improves, but I will be constantly reviewing it in case something out of the ordinary occurs."

Your mother nodded positively, caressing your forehead. “I'll stay here, with her."

Neither man showed opposition to the idea, both of them making a brief bow before leaving, leaving the two of you alone for an almost long time, not only for your husband to arrive with dragon fire and open the door so violently that it made your mother squeal in fright.

"Forgive me, my lady," he said as he walked over to the sideof the bed, keeping his eyes uncast the whole time. "What's happened? Where's the Grand Maester?"

"He's gone sooner. We still don’t know what culminated in the fainting, the Grand Maester Orwyle suggested that it’s some symptom of pregnancy, since she has nohistory with other problems, but will accompany her if she presents a different picture. I must say, it's common for us women to get tired during pregnancy, but I don't know, I don't know it's excessive worry that makes my heart tighten, I just didn't expect it." Your mother replied. "Did you report anything out of the ordinary to her, my prince?"

Aemond didn't even consider your personality-related behavioral change before replying, "No, my lady, she looked fine yesterday and tonight, plus the rest of the days."

"Yesterday... she was very beautiful yesterday, my beautiful girl."

“Indeed.”

As he sat down next to you, holding your hand for answers, to feel anything coming from you, Aemond leaned over and kissed your forehead, caressing your cheek. Peaceful, that's how you looked, but it was the opposite of the way the prince and your mother felt. When the news of your uneasiness was informed after the return of the flight in Vhagar, your husband soon went in search of you, walking (running) so fierce and worried that he didn’t register the murmurs about what had happened. He was terrified, truly, one of the few times he felt the bitterness of fear clogging his arteries. The one-eye prince was a proud, merciless man with difficulty in forgiving. With so much darkness occupying his mind, he was pretty sure he would never forgive himself if something happened to you.

"My prince, I know that the intimacy of your marriage belongs only to you, but did something happen yesterday? Before or during the good ball come to the Princess, between my daughter and you?"

Seven hells, how was he supposed to answer that? With cruel honesty or with a part of events?

"A lot of things happened in those days. It made me realize that I wasn't properly doing my duty as a husband, my conscience as well. We're not in a pleasant moment, but I intend to reverse that, my lady."

The lady Selene kept an eye on every word spoken, drawing a slightnod into her furrowed brows.

"I'm sure she'll forgive him and fight eagerly for the success of his marriage, she's a good lady," she says.

"No, she won't," he countered, adding to your mother's confusion. "And in part, I'm pleased for that, to be able to show her that I really was sincere in my words, that I intend to reverse what I didn't do and be the husband that she needs, that she deserves."

"But the duty of a wife is to ensure the success of the marriage."

“Just like a husband. We also have duties to fulfill, but I didn't expend them and I didn't value her efforts, and I don't think unilaterality is fair. A husband must fight the same way a wife does," he squeezed your hand as he said this, noticing a slow, sleepy bodily response.

Your eyes opened to find your lady mother and lord husband on either side of the bed, eyes more open and full of anticipation. You felt tired, fatigued, and more than considerably hungry. Your two hands were occupied with theirs, fomenting the confusion that formed in your mind.

"My darling, are you listening? How are you?" Your mother asked.

"I... I'm hungry." The two of them laughed weakly. "What happened?"

“You fainted, earlier," your husband informed. "We're worried, my lady."

"Were you?"

"Yes," they spoke in unison. "We did," Aemond said, caressing your hand.

“Of course we did,” your mother said.

"How long have I been here?"

"It's been a while," lady Selene replied. "Sir Koren brought you here. Are you feeling anything else? Any pain or discomfort?"

“No, I'm not, I'm just really hungry. Will there be red fruit pie today?"

"I don't know, honey, but I can ask you to do it especially for you," she replied, smoothing your cheek. Your mother would really like to stay a little longer and make sure you were okay, as well as touch on the subject raised by the prince a few minutes earlier, but she knew it wasn't the most appropriate time, so she restricted herself to kissing your hand and bringing you in for a hug. "I'm back."

When your attention fell on your fingers entwined with your husband's, you sighed before looking at him. Aemond didn't change his attention for a second after entering the room, staring exclusively at your figure. The prince used to believe that he didn't have as much appreciation for touch, including touching and being touched, but all he wanted at that moment was to touch your face and kiss your forehead, as his own mother did to comfort him in childhood. A strange habit for him to replicate, but that's exactly what he did next, keeping your face very close to his own, so intimate it almost hurt.

"May I stay by your side?" He asked. "I need to sanitize myself, I'm smelling like Vhagar."

"It's not a very comforting smell," you said without realizing it, causing a closed-mouth smile on him. Even with a small, pointed reluctance, you allowed it.

Thinking of daring a little, Aemond rested his lips superficially on your own, breathing in your scent... What if he leans a little more?

Before performing the move, taking a close look at your reaction, a knock came from the door to frustrate him, revealing what he had brought to you from the flight. A beautiful field with yellow flowers, chrysanthemums, which he thought you might like if they were put in a beautiful vase or arrangement. When he returned to Red Keep, before learning of your condition, the prince instructed a maid to hand over the bouquet to some craftsman, apparently, the work was quite fast.

Hell, he didn't want to leave your side, but strove eagerly to get up and take the vessel from the hands of the humble servant. "Thank the craftsman Harlon for me," he said quickly, closingthe door and turning back to you.

Your eyes widened to the beautiful, multiple yellow petals coming towards him in a beautiful arrangement. Your breathing was slow, a little heavy, looking at him questioningly.

"I saw theseflowers earlier during the flight in Vhagar, I thought they would be to your liking," Aemond said. "They're light and vibrant, like you in your beautiful dress last night."

Your hands fingered both the vase and the petals with ultra delicacy, delighted with the beautyof your husband's gift and gesture.

"Thank you, Aemond, I really liked them and the arrangement, they are very beautiful. That was very kind of you."

"It pleasures me to know you liked it," he said, standing in front of him.

“Thank you," you said shyly, in a small tone.

You ate the pie that night and as your desire changed, other things were done to satisfy your desire, Aemond and his mother took care of it. That night too your husband crossed an arm over your and hugged you from behind, sleeping again next to you, sniffing your hair and neck in a few moments. The fatigue was intense enough for you to notice the physical affection, but you kept in your mind the beautiful gift of your husband. In the other days, your mother's and Aemond's attention was reinforced on you. Your walks through the gardens were more restricted by your own limitations, being strongly instructed not to leave the company of your personal protector, though that didn't stop you from beingdistracted by a good book or a table of lemon cakes. The Queen, in the middle of the week, made you a quick companion in your chambers — and just as your mother did not mention what happened on the night of the princess's reception. For her, it was a great satisfaction to see if her third child finally fulfilled his duty, and more than that, keeping a comforting hand all the time on your shoulder and back. Maybe things were finally settled, she thought. The Grand Maester also tracked your routine and health to come to a conclusion, always in the crosshairs of your handsome husband's sharp eye as he asked his questions and physical assessments.

Other things had happened over the course of the week, such as the prince finally talking to you more often, even though it was a little weird for you initially. The most recurrent subject at first glance was your health, obviously, but he perggreased what you thought of the wine, the food, the books you have already read, as on the morning of the third day after your malaise:

"My favorite story is that of Nymeria and the 10.000” ships, everything about it fascinates me," you said.

"I have learned that a new book with thehistory of the roinars before the vain of Valyria until the arrival in Dorne has been added to the library. I could bring it if it was to your liking," your husband suggested.

"I'd really love that."

Every day of that week he slept next to you, not always so close to your body, though he longed to feel your warmth and comfort. Heavens, what was happening to him? He never needed that, almost never had that, but on prom night when it all happened, he just had to be by your side and feel your skin, pity you, apologize, be totally honest with you. On another occasion — seven days after your fainting — over dinner, you were talking about dragons (it wasn't a topic that impressed you) and he suggested something when he discovered this:

"Perhaps, if you fly in Vhagar your opinion can change."

A quick, nervous smile edged your lips, almost incredulous.

"Are you serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" He asked. "When you're better, if you're interested, the invitation remains."

Maybe that was the first time your gaze had remained connected for so long, neither of you wanting to part ways. Perhaps... maybe it could be a positive sign?

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ellitx · 1 year ago

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Just A Little Bit | Heizou x Reader

You’re in a hurry for brunch with your friend but your husband decided to make you stay a bit longer with him.

my second heizou bday fic. i know im late but whatever. i crave for domestic husband heizou stories

warnings: fem!reader, established relationship, nsfw content

word count: 5.9k

Vigorously blinking once then twice, the sleep was shaken loose from your eyelashes in fine, golden specks of dust. Shapes before you were still molten into a hazy blur, emphasized by fulgent beams of Sunday morning light that flooded through the bathroom door and propped open halfway.

It's as though your brain had woken up shortly before your vision got the chance to and now it had some catching up to do. Your silhouette was presented to you— weary and lightly slouched in the mirror, circling a toothbrush within your mouth at a reluctant pace.

Shrouded in post-sleep delirium, you realize you've forgotten to wet it before you squeezed the toothpaste upon it, where you're reminded by the dryness of the sharper-than-usual mint taste on your tongue.

Without paying much mind to it, you exude a groan through gritted teeth, proceeding to brush them.

Mentally, you browbeat yourself for having gotten up this early on a damned Sunday, let alone freed yourself from your sleeping husband’s firm, love-infused grasp you found yourself encased in upon waking up. However, to your own demise, you almost forgot the plans you had made for this day.

And judging by the claim of the clock adorning the wall that you checked mere minutes prior, you were dealing with the better part of an hour to get ready in order to make it there in time. Considering your drowsy composition, you would have to make each minute count.

Once your surroundings swim into view more or less clearly, you're suddenly taken aback by the state you're in. A succession of marks bloomed upon the side of your neck, trailing down to your collarbone and disappearing beneath the crisp white cotton of one of Heizou’s button-ups you're enveloped in.

Each one of them deviated from the rest in color ever so slightly, gleaming at you in different shades of dark purples and reds.

You cannot deny your awe. It doesn't look bad per se, but the hints of a possible attack having gone down are there. Though there wasn't one; not in a way one would think, anyway.

Whenever frustration has built up within Heizou to a point that diminished him to nothing but a huffing, grumbling mess when he’s at a dead end of finding clues, he would almost become primal in nature. You, of course, secretly wallowed in these particular occasions— the roughness of his touch and pace, the hoarseness of his voice drilling into your ear, the sharpness of his teeth each time they'd sink into your flesh.

Catching yourself dwindling away into a lustful daydream, you forced your thighs together and squirmed restlessly, meaning to ease the tension that has flourished between them. This action forced you to focus upon the knife-like soreness tugging at your lower abdomen, left there the night before— also by your husband, also feverishly, also in an act of passion.

You want to be sort of mad at him, but it's difficult to be. Instead of falling victim to displeasure, your stomach flutters again.

Fuck, you're done for.

Clearing your mind— and the least attempting to— you bend towards the sink and spit out the toothpaste, consecutively rinsing your mouth with a cup of water. You're stirred to alertness by the brisk sound of the bathroom door clicking shut to your left, which prompted you that you're no longer alone here.

Originating from the same direction, faint footsteps crept up to your side. Having splashed a handful of frigid water upon your face, you surged back into the air. To nobody's surprise, Heizou has settled behind you, close enough for his body heat to merge with yours being palpable, but not close enough to make actual physical contact.

He's donned nothing but his trousers, which seemed to be clinging onto his hips for dear life. Not only were you able to follow his happy trail with your eyes, but almost caught a glimpse of the base of his shaft. The outline of which, just by the way, is more than emphasized to you on behalf of the drab fabric. You gulped, the minty freshness on your palate inducing a numbing tremor.

Heizou’s forlorn eyes took a clumsy, yet amiable guess and plateau upon where he assumed your face was, beaming widely. That dark maroon hair of his was all sorts of tousled, sticking out in ten different directions and all four cardinal points.

You were sure he followed your heartbeat here and was currently stalling so as to make use of the silence in order to register its spike, justified by his sudden appearance. It flattered him thus he delights in a hearty chortle.

“Good morning,” you crooned, cutting his glory short. Intent on continuing to dream for at least a little while longer, you studied his charming features in the mirror.

“Morning, sweet,” Heizou retorted through a smile, using his voice for the first time this morning, which was prompted to you by the profound rasp of it that tugged at your heartstrings in an alluring fashion.

He finally made the decision to grasp onto you, his palms wandering beneath the cotton of his shirt that you're wearing, taking hold of your bare hips beneath it. His fingertips pranced upon your skin, and he allowed your bodies to collide by pushing up on you from behind. This was when his arms wholly twined around your figure, pulling you into the soft curve of his slightly bent frame.

His torso was firm and placid against your back, and you were debating whether or not to falter in his grip. He's so pleasantly warm, and though you've only left your shared bed a few minutes ago, you've already grown to miss that signature fervor of his that you know to be the most comforting quality on earth.

Once you shut your eyes, if only for a fraction of a second, it's as though you're still entangled in him, obscured by silk sheets, drifting in and out of sleep as one tends to on a lazy day.

Soon enough, you snapped out of it by forcing your eyes open and repeatedly batting your eyelashes— Heizou heard it, or at least that's what the slight twitch of his head told you.

The reason was simple: You have matters to attend to.

Reaching for a scrub on the right-hand side of the sink, you grabbed the tub and screwed it open. Your hypersensitive husband lightly hummed at the sudden whiff of pomegranate it exuded, theatrically exhaling and thus fanning his lukewarm breath over the back of your head. He then freed one of his hands from around you, using it to peel back the neat collar of the button-up you're wearing, attaching his hot lips to the nape of your neck.

Heizou’s palm consequently snaked underneath your breasts, though loosely, applying the slightest bit of pressure that was nevertheless enough to send your mind down a frenetic spiral.

In contrast with the languid kisses placed upon the back of your neck, he sent sensations tumbling down your back that provoked your nipples to stiffen in an instant and a faint yelp to tear free from your depths.

In response, he merely smirked against your skin, pressing more wet kisses upon it. As though on command, you slanted your head to the side, firmly believing the motion will enhance the sensations you're granted.

Your perception might be manipulated by the placebo effect, but for all you know, it's working just fine. Heizou proceeded to slowly pull away, abandoning the spot upon the nape of your neck that's practically aching for attention now; fluttering and tingling from the ticklish play of your husband’s breath.

Soon, he proceeded to sweep your hair out of the way from the crook of your neck, letting it cascade down your spine. There's care obscured in his motions that you've never encountered with anyone before him, and it left you breathless.

“Why're you up so early, hm?” he questioned in a gravelly tone, and you're suddenly swallowed by the tart wave of regret.

You know you can never get away with fleeing him or his bed, nor is he capable of sleeping well without you, anyway, prone to waking up with the merest stir you caused. He deserved that rest you cheated him out of— with all the work he's been taking on lately, let alone the nightly endeavors he partakes in every now and again, sleep should be his top priority.

Guilt has nagged away at your intestines. You almost find yourself apologizing, but then Heizou lodged his face in the space he just cleared for himself and the steady contact his breath made with your sensitive skin sent an icy shiver racing down your frame; it's refreshing, though frustrating.

If he continues like this, you'll not only be late but exhausted and possibly more marked-up than you already are. Had the situation been different, you wouldn't catch yourself complaining in a million years, but you've been putting off meetings with Sango for as long as you can remember— with half of the excuses to be traced back to Heizou— and don't want to leave her hanging this time around.

Thus, you ignored your husband’s affection and the numbing effect it has on your mind as you dipped your fingers into the scrub and scooped some of it out.

“I'm meeting Sango for brunch, remember?”

You reminded him, only to receive an affirmative hum in return. You started working the scrub between your fingers, lending it warmth before you decided to apply it.

“I already feel terrible after blowing her off so many times. I can't possibly be late.”

“Not even a little late?” Heizou mumbled, sucking greedy kisses onto your neck. His lips dallied along your heated flesh, and every now and again, he flashed his tongue to slide it over the outlines of the marks he's given you last night.

He knew exactly where they are too— the tease he is— it must be the burst of your system and the blood that drained away from them he was smelling. You cannot help but lean into him— it's an instinctive reaction you fail to prevent.

Your body was guilty of naturally responding to his touch, which your brain sheepishly convicted.

“A little bit— just for me?”

His right hand released your breast then it slid downward. It proceeded to loom around the center of your chest, coming to a halt just a breath of a touch over your nipples, where he traced the maroon stains littering the skin stretched over your clavicles.

His calloused thumb caressed the surface, and in combination with the barely noticeable sting of the mark, you're left to endure pleasure so bittersweet it caused your insides to churn.

“Heizou—!”

You choked out, caging a moan that was about to erupt within your mouth. He's kissing your neck in a way that reminds you of all similarly sensual encounters you've shared with him, which, in its turn, caused ardent arousal to pool between your legs.

Since Heizou sniffed away at the air a little more forcefully than normal, you assumed he must've noticed. Having thrown a glance at the mirror, you find it harder and harder to contain yourself. The sight of you captured in his arms, his entire attention focused on your body and your body alone, your eyes hooded and skin ablaze, is nothing short of debaucherous.

Your frame fitted into his so perfectly, the back of your thigh translating the luscious feeling of him gradually hardening against you. His breath was less controlled now, and you delighted in his agitation for a split second. However, you're not one to talk. You're practically melting into his embrace.

“I can taste you off the air, [Name],” he groaned in between planting sloppy kisses upon your neck. His tone is dark, though breathy.

“My wife’s so sweet, so delicious. Can't I make you feel good? Can't I please you, sweetheart? You took me so well last night, I have to express my gratitude.” You whimpered at the sole obscenity of his words, your stomach wringing and twisting at the spilled praise.

He's irresistible, and fuck, you don't want to dismiss the pleasure you know he can bestow upon you. Not when he's offering it to you so gallantly.

With your judgment clouded and all senses heightened, you gasped.

“Hmn! J-just a little bit…”

You failed to recognize where the desperate aspect of your response finds its origin, but you cannot take it back now. Heizou’s lips stretched into a grin against your flesh, and he shifted them to gently nip at your jawline.

“That's it, darling,” he uttered. His left hand gifted your hip an approving squeeze and his voice grazed your ear, coating it in a layer of calidity.

“I'll be quick, I promise. I’ll make my sweet wife cum like I know she loves to.”

The hand that was teasing your sensitive nipple and circling the marks bedecking your chest gradually drifted downward. His fingertips scattered bursts of fervor over your skin, and you stertorously watched the coarse scenario unfold before you in the mirror.

It's a leg-trembling sight, and Heizou knows you're delighting in it, which to his surprise, merely stung him with the prick of jealousy.

The shirt you're wearing is only buttoned halfway, wherefore it peels aside further than would be considered modest, revealing the better part of your left breast. His palm captured the tender mound as your breath hitched treacherously, and kneaded it ever so slightly, enough for the heat between your legs to graduate to a fire.

You issued a whine, needy and hoarse, which signaled him to keep going. After all, you're on a schedule here.

His palm wandered lower, sweeping aside the cotton of his shirt, thus revealing the smoky-pink lace of the underwear you slipped into this morning.

At first, he curiously slid his fingertips along the fabric, just to acquaint himself with it. By now, he's learned all of your lingerie by heart, has his preferences set in stone, and this piece happens to be one he's especially fond of. This realization elicits a groan from him, and in no time—whilst his lips are still gently glued to your jawline— his fingers pushed aside the hem and sneak into your panties.

You shuddered, where his free hand stabilized you, and he comfortingly shushed into your ear. That doesn't help with your agitation, whatsoever.

Heizou started off slowly, first sliding his fingers along your slit and coating them in the slick that's gathered there.

“Man alive… so wet for me. Always so good and wet for me,” he mused, more to himself than to you, partaking in a few more gentle caresses along your core. In response to his teasing, you whimpered, bucking your hips towards the hand that was buried in your underwear.

Soon enough, your husband’s joint middle and ring finger grazed your clit, which they consecutively started rubbing. This is where the first proper moan erupted from your mouth, and you reclined into his frame, one hand clutching onto the bathroom counter for support, the other stumbling upon his free hand to settle on. You don't care that your fingertips are stained with scrub— if only, Heizou welcomed the scratchy sensation on his skin.

His fingers kept their pace, nice and quick, causing white-hot pressure to swell in the pit of your stomach, that you know only Heizou and only him can diffuse. You issued successions of mellow moans and dared to glare at the mirror – and fuck, you're in shambles.

Your mouth was pried open, knuckles were tense from grasping whatever was in your reach, flesh was practically scorching hot, and Heizou’s strong and firm arm was twined around you and steadily working your core. His fully hardened cock urged against you from behind, building piquant friction as you rock in his grip.

It's blissful enough to break out crying, you thought until his fingers rearranged and two of them plunged inside you, his thumb taking over the focus on your clit.

“H-Heizou!”

And suddenly, your entire understanding of pleasure is redefined. His digits curled within you, and you're convinced you won't last much longer like this. Your heart is going haywire beyond your ribs, threatening to crack them. It seems to be the only thing Heizou could hear aside from the array of sounds you gifted him, and he's set on nudging you over the edge right here, right now.

“‘m close…” you rasped, though he was already more than aware of the fact. You used the outcry as an excuse to dilute your moans with at least one coherent word— to not seem as frenzied, at least a little sane, maybe.

Heizou’s voice was low and spread heat across the shell of your ear.

“Let go for me, darling.”

His order was one you cannot disobey, and with another “C'mon, give it to me” falling from his lips, your cunt throbbed and spasmed as you came undone at the merciless pumping of his fingers.

Your legs gave out beneath your weight, your figure suddenly too hefty to hold up, and Heizou was forced to bend his knee for stability as you slumped into him. The whines fleeing you echoed across the bathroom walls, and while you reveled in the bliss your orgasm brought on, he led you through it to the best of his ability.

When the pleasure promptly faded, your eyes fluttered open. You're too ashamed to look at yourself in the mirror, anticipating a picture that'll figuratively cripple you more than you already are. Instead, you panted your pent-up agitation out, clawing at the dissolving remnants of your discharge.

Once your heart lulled, Heizou teasingly dragged his fingers out with a delicious smack, bringing them up to his face and placing them into his mouth to suck on. His tongue swirled along each curve to collect all of the slicks he gathered.

This you cannot disregard, marveling at the reflection of him doing it, still folded into his grip. Your stare burned into him, and his flushed face was suddenly adorned with a smirk. The desolate emerald eyes you love so much ghosted over the mirror once more, and the realization that he's at least trying to find you enchanted you.

Your temple was covered by a glistening film of sweat, hair was unkempt and in sure need of getting taken care of soon.

“I need a shower,” you declared, breathless. The reason you voiced your intention was the realization he'll request to stick around for it, and there's nothing you wish for more. After all, there's still time left. You finally allowed yourself to be a little late, however little persuasion it took.

“That can be done,” he responded as he rested his palms upon your hips. This statement of his meant he was joining you— you hear it in the lingering lustful tone and see it in the curve of his lips. He promptly twirled you around to face him, and after a quick peck on the tip of your nose, lifted you onto the bathroom counter.

You shifted around, getting comfortable and propping yourself up by grasping onto the edges with your hands. Your husband knelt before you, clutching onto your heel and lifting one of your legs into the air.

He kissed a long, ardent trail along it, eliciting some needy panting from you until he was greeted by the much softer and more sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. The overwhelming smell of your pooled slick has overtaken his nose entirely, and God, what on Teyvat he wouldn't do to put his mouth on you and nuzzle into your pleading heat right now?

Nevertheless, he suppressed the urge by detaching his lips from your skin and tangling his finger in the lace of your panties. One second later, he's sliding them down your legs. Once you're freed, they're discarded onto the tiled floor. Soon thereafter, he rose back into the air, slotting himself between your legs and starting to glide his hands over the shirt you're wearing.

It's the same one he came home in last night and the very same one he swathed your glistening, sweaty body in once he was done with you. The recollection caused him to clench his jaw, and he could barely conduct his fingers upon the buttons from the balmy arousal blooming within him. The fact he's painfully hard, straining against his trousers, wasn’t helping either.

Once the button-up was undone, Heizou guided it off your shoulders. By doing so, he released a waft of your scent to come flooding his senses – it cost him a mellow groan.

You shed the shirt completely, nipples perked by the cold of your sudden bareness. As you leaned forward and hooked your fingers in the waistband of his trousers, you absent-mindedly captured your lip between your teeth. Once you slid them down his thighs, his hardened cock sprung out, flushed and upright against his toned stomach— veins defined as ever, leaking at the tip, and flushed from all the blood urging it on.

You cannot lie, the sight was an enticing one to have, which is why you leaped from the counter and dropped onto your knees before him, colliding with the fuzzy rug covering the floor.

Before you get the chance to take any action, though, be it by wrapping your hands around him or even opening your mouth, Heizou caught your chin.

“Not so fast, sweetheart. Today's about you. Plus, didn't you say you were in a hurry? We're showering together and have you get you ready, hm?”

Oh, now he's playing that game. Backing out after finally convincing you to give in to him. You want to hate him and you really try to, but fuck, with his cock hard and rouge on eye-level with you, you're fully convinced you could never find yourself hating Shikanoin Heizou.

Annoyed, you surged upward with a small pout; having taken his hand, you led him towards the shower, where you opened the door and tugged him inside after entering yourself. In his turn, your husband switched on the water, and it came splashing down onto the two of you, gradually heating up.

Still, you're fucking aching for him. Despite having come for him just minutes prior. Despite having him all to yourself for years. Despite having plans to attend in less time than you expect. He can't possibly be teasing you this way after igniting your potent flame.

You gently nudged his taller figure against the wall, lacing your fingers through his damp hair and joining your lips. His palms adhered to your waist, pulling you closer. You veered your body against his erection, meaning to wind him up so he yielded to you at last.

He reciprocated by gasping into your mouth, water leaking into the kiss after dribbling down your faces. For a moment, it appeared as though you'd stolen his composure, but he regained it shortly before you could pride yourself on that achievement.

He trudged forth and pinned you against the tiled wall right across from where you had captured him prior. Once again, he nipped at the skin of your neck, though more vigorously, and this time around introduced his teeth. His lascivious biting has punched the remaining air out of your lungs, which you made noticeable by gulping for it.

This is where his hands set off on a roam across your body, exploring every patch as though he's never touched you before, never made you his before, never ruined this perfect skin of yours before.

He tapped his fingers along the curve of your waist, pads prancing upon its damp, balmy surface. Each minuscule collision elicited a hitched breath from you, and you sent your own hands swerving over his lean, though tender-skinned chest.

Heizou, however, changed course and slowly but surely traveled up to cup your breasts. He palmed the tender mounds, digits toying with your hardened nipples captured between them. You whimpered, the sensation penetrating you to your core.

“My wife’s so beautiful,” he uttered into your flesh with a sated groan, gradually directing his hands back down.

“So perfect,” he sighed, exasperated, and added a breathy All mine. Soon enough, his palms glided towards the tenderness of your thighs, where they squeezed and kneaded and massaged them, whilst his mouth mumbled incoherent chants against your skin.

Whatever it was he's crooning, you understand it's nothing short of delirious – in a way that prompted you he's wholeheartedly in love with you. And as his fingers strayed along your figure, you gifted him alluring successions of deep, grateful whimpers.

Heizou has your body memorized – each stretch, each bend, each sweet spot that could send you down a pathos-filled spiral.

Not much later, his lips caught yours, nipping at them like he was starved for your taste. Even you can sense how flustered he's become, how much desperation he's driven by, how badly he's out to please you.

“Archon, you drive me insane...” he hissed into your mouth, the rapid pace of your heart aligning with his husky breathing. You maintained him pressed flush against you by his shoulders with zero intention to ever let go— the effect his previous statement had upon you was colossal; each limb of yours was buzzing with excitement and your pulse was transcending the realm of health. You could die right here, and it wouldn't be a half-bad way to go.

For a little while, you kissed him back. Soon enough, though, it becomes unbearable to tiptoe around the lechery in this manner— thus, you spoke your mind. Or, more accurately, whined your mind.

“Can't you fuck me? Please, Heizou?” The sheer rashness you filled his name with flustered you, and you struggled to comprehend he was capable of turning you into a pleading, begging, whimpering, faltering, pathetic mess. But then again, you're fully used to it.

The groan your husband issued in response was deep and worked-up. He yearned, more than anything, to grab you by your damp hips and slam you down his length at a pace that'll bruise you from the inside, swallow each outcry you give him, and keep it sacred in his lungs. Stimulate you until your hot tears leak into the shower water racing down the curve of your cheek, but he digested that yearning.

Today, he wanted to be gentle with you. He means to worship the body that's offered up to him so generously whenever you unite in acts of intimacy. He wished to deify you— to prove to you how pure of a goddess you truly are to him.

“I'm afraid that if I fuck you,” Heizou let out a stuttered groan, his dick hardening between your thighs. “We won't be leaving this shower until noon.” He panted and you know he's telling you the truth. If this had been going down on any other day, you'd have gladly accepted that offer. “So, no. However...”

He lowered himself upon his knees, snaking his palms around the backsides of your thighs. In no time, he flung your legs over his shoulders with zero difficulty, keeping you pressed against the cool wall and readjusting his position in order to gain better access to your sex.

In response, your hands dug into his burgundy hair, seeking support in this position he placed you in. His fingers sprawled out over your hips for stability, and he aligned his mouth with your sopping, aching cunt.

Wasting no more time, his tongue made electrifying contact with your heat and parted your folds. A yelp slipped from your mouth, and you're overwhelmed by the friction he's spreading across your center. It roused a stirring within the pit of your stomach that you cannot, by any means, allay.

First, he merely glided his tongue along your slit to prep and work you open, yet soon enough, his lips hungrily closed around your sensitive clit. Once he started sucking upon that sensitive bud, you tilted your head back, launching it against the wall and lightly rutting your hips against Heizou’s mouth with all sorts of whines and moans escaping you.

It should be forbidden to feel this fucking good, you pondered since you've come closer to heaven more than you can count with your husband. There was just something about him— something that transcended your ability to comprehend but lured you in magnetically, nonetheless.

His tongue swept and worked your clit like it was the only thing it knows how to do, and you reveled in the sensations branching out throughout your frame. Your eyelids fluttered, your mouth gaped with threads of sighs of pleasure leaking out of it, and your torso and arms erupted in beady goosebumps— even though the water pouring down upon you was a degree shy of scorching.

You're heaving all over and struggling to claw onto the last shreds of sanity you're left with. Heizou withdrew them from you with each forceful flick of his tongue. His mind was dimmed with the taste of you that filled it, gathered in a thick, tangy cloud, causing his hardened cock to give helpless twitches at each moan and spasm you awarded him with.

You're close to the point where you'd offer your life up in exchange for the incoming orgasm, the raging fervor buried within your depths setting your body ablaze. Heizou was more than aware of how close you'd grown to him. Your heart has sold you out to him so brashly, and as your thighs clasped shut around his head with agitated anticipation, he channeled a guttural groan into your heat.

It did you more favors than you expected it to, bliss bursting in the pit of your stomach at once as he continued bobbing his head and simultaneously lapping away at your clit to lead you through the sudden orgasm. Your muscles tensed up, your core pulsating against your husband’s skillful mouth.

He swallowed each throb, each flutter, each thump, and God, does it sate him. If it were up to him, he'd have you coming on his face until the end of time. It could seriously send him over the edge alone— and before he knew it himself, it did.

Once you're clambering down your overwhelming high, he desperately spilled onto his own stomach, siphoning broken-up moans into your heat, his eyes closed taking in every drop of your white fluid.

Your thighs were stiffly clenched as his fingertips twitched upon them with the dawn of his orgasm, nails digging into your sensitive flesh. His chest swelled with force. Words fail to describe the shock you're taken over by, however arousing the situation translated to.

Hands still securely tangled in his hair, you massaged his scalp. “Ohh, Heizou...” you whispered your husband’s name, starstruck.

You're not sure you can come up with a better response to the ongoing, thus you simply marveled at the aroused detective: flushed, exhausted, wallowing in his high whilst still nuzzled against you. Once his orgasm started wearing off, the groaning against your center ceased, but it's nevertheless obvious that he was trying to savor every last bit of bliss he could get before it slipped away from him entirely.

At the same time, you're elevated to a degree of astonishment that robbed you of all ability to respond to the outer world, and at this moment, all you knew was you and him. And the fact he just came from solely eating you out.

In no time, Heizou gently lifted your thighs from his shoulders, setting you down on the wet ground with utmost care. His knees yielded to a crackle as he stood up, pain briskly dashing through his frame. He ignored it.

Instead, he rose to your level, cupped your hot face, and invited you into a soft, loving kiss. Your flavor played on his tongue so fervently, and he shared it with you— an offer you cannot ever refuse. He kissed you deeply, cordially, sweetly.

You’re loved, and what's more, loved by him.

But you're also late. And still need to shower.

Therefore, your palms landed flat upon his chest. You proceeded to gently push him away, and unfortunately break the kiss much to his disappointment.

“Now I really need to get ready.” you panted, a blush playing on your face. Even though Heizou couldn’t see it, he filtered it through your tone. By now, you've already taken hold of your body wash and spurted some of it into your hand.

Once you began spreading it over your glistening skin in languid, thorough motions, he delivered you his usual mischievous expression.

“Need any help with that?” he inquired and who are you to say no?

The next few minutes were spent with Heizou posing somewhat of a help, rendering assistance with washing your body, but also diluting the deed with tender kisses and not-so-innocent caresses.

You were definitely late to brunch by the time you were out of the shower, and the very moment you haphazardly wrapped a fuzzy mint towel around your figure— which soaked in the soapy droplets of water trickling down your body— you're already racing across the house towards the ringing telephone.

It laid upon the front counter of the kitchen, and as you took the handset, you were faced with an enraged Sango.

Fuck.

You cursed in your mind, preparing for the worse.

Sango’s voice spilled out of the speaker at once, calling out your name with a harsh undertone. You're stung by guilt the second you hear it, toying with excuse variations within your head as her words flew on in that grainy fashion everyone's familiar with.

“[Name], where are you? Look if anything happened, emergency or not, you have to call me immediately. I’m worried sick if something might have happened to you! You know what, I should drop by your house.”

“W-wait no! I’m fine really! I’m going to be a bit late so you don’t have to come here.” You assured, but Sango wasn’t taking any of it.

“Look, if Shikanoin— er, Heizou’s doing horrible things to you, I won’t let him get away with it! He’s—“

The call was cut off and you felt a presence ghosting behind you, and it didn’t take you too long to notice the handheld in your palm had disappeared. Once it came to a conclusion, you spun around, only to perceive him standing before you, a towel loosely tied around his hips and wet strips of hair dropping into his beautiful face.

What's more: Your husband was taking your call with a smirk on his face.

“Mrs. Shikanoin is unable to attend your brunch today. Hm? She’s sick, that's why she woke up late.” He glanced at you and seeing your disbelief reaction was enough to gauge out a chuckle from him. “Now now, I’m being a caring husband, that's all. I don’t want to see my wife pass out and get hurt when she’s out sick.”

He felt no remorse at all. That smirk was enough to say everything. The cocky, rapacious asshole Heizou sometimes is...

Heizou ended the call and the termination of plans with someone you care about pained you. You don’t know how you would face Sango and explain everything to her.

“Well, then,” your husband dragged the words out with mischief smoldering in his voice, “guess you're all mine for today, hm?”

#elliwrites #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #heizou x reader #shikanoin heizou x reader #genshin heizou #scheduled post

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sebsxphia · 2 years ago

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Rheet with not only a breeding kink but he will go absolutely feral-primal even- over the fact that you start to lactate. Your so good. Providing for the child and he can't help to feel a pang of guilt that he gets sort of jealous of the kid. But man does he want to be the one sloth against your breast, nursing. You petting his head and whispering how well he is doing. Will absolutely derail it into the most filthy sexual act if you let him. Has you split open and folded in half in no time, his greedy mouth never leaving your tits.

jesus fuckin’ christ dear anon 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

i’ve mentioned rhett’s lactation kink before, but this, this is fucking art and belongs in a god damn museum. you have captured rhett’s lactation kink PERFECTLY.

it’s something rhett never thought he would experience. seeing you gently soothe your little ones head and whisper sweet praises about how well they’re doing, rhett felt something twitch deep within his gut and shamefully, in his trousers too.

his brow was furrowed as he watched you from the doorway to your nursery and when you caught his eye, ready to greet your husband after a day out on the ranch, the look in rhett’s eye was primal. it was something you’d seen on only a handful of occasions, one being the night when your child was convinced.

you finished your feed and put them down for a sleep, ushering rhett out of the room after he kissed them softly goodnight.

“are you mad at me, abbott?”

“mad? no- fuck, no, darlin’.”

“then what? you’re looking like you want to eat me alive.”

rhett’s gaze drifted down to your shirt and fixated on some of your milk leaking through the cotton. you recently had some difficulties feeding your little one and you found yourself with plenty of milk left over.

you cocked your head to the side and a knowing smile twitched on the corner of your lips.

“oh, you’re not, jealous, are you?”

rhett’s eyes came back to yours and his eyebrows twitched into a frown again. he was unsure of what he was about to admit to himself.

“i- i don’t fuckin’ know, alright? all i know is i want you. i want to taste you.” rhett had you pinned up against the door to your bedroom now and tweaked at your nipple behind your shirt which caused a wanton moan to slip from your lips.

“c’ ere, lay down with me and help me out. i’ve got a lot left over.” you pushed yourself off the door and guided rhett to the bed. he let out a quiet groan at your words and the sight of you slipping off your shirt, your nipples leaking.

you gasped when you felt rhett attach his chilled lips to your nipple and sucked you down greedily. it was as if he’d never eaten before in his life.

you automatically took on the mother role and smoothed your hand through his tousled locks of hair and petted at his head. “shh, easy there cowboy. go gently and slowly.”

rhett groaned louder at your sweet praises, but it was muffled by his mouth pressed up hungrily against your soft and tender flesh.

he nurses you better than your own god damn child, practically sucking and feeding you dry. you could feel rhett grinding his crotch against your thigh and you can feel his cock harden under his jeans with every stroke.

“need you.” you whisper breathlessly and tug on rhett’s hair to signal your own arousal.

you’re both quick to remove your clothes and have your legs thrown over rhett’s broad shoulders and feel his cock sinking into you with no time to waste. his mouth is only off you for mere seconds before he cranes over you to attach his mouth to your nipple again.

your heightened arousal produces more milk in the process and rhett is messy with his tongue to lap up every drip that falls from your sore and sensitive nipples.

nice!! :) thank you so, so much for this incredible thot my dear anon!! i could kiss your brain, mwah!! 💌💖

(@bradshawsbitch this is for you!! 💖)

#💌you’ve got mail #rhett abbott #sebs masterlist #rhett abbott x y/n #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott smut #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott drabble #rhett abbott fic #rhett abbott fanfiction

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2g-1k · 4 months ago

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2G1K - Chapter 3 "Panic! At the Cottage"

Aforementioned 2 guys have interactions. Brackets "[]" indicate that bro is speaking another language he doesn't understand. Evans speaks English. Callen does not. Sadly, it would be absurd to write Callen's POV in another language entirely.

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The morning daylight spilled from the windows, illuminating the place in a soft, warm glow. Motes of dust drifted lazily in the air, before finally settling down on already dusty surfaces of the little cottage.

One such surface was upon Callen’s body, lying down on the floor a dishevelled mess, covered in sweat, shielding his eyes from the blinding rays of the sun.

It may not be the window’s fault for the sun’s brightness, though all the same Callen still, very badly, wished to throw a rock at the window for letting any light in.

He should probably invest in some curtains, in any case.

Using the wall to support his weight, Callen groggily stood up. A new contender for his daily rock-throwing target has shown up: the Floor. He might as well have slept on a bed of spikes, the way he woke up feeling. He made a mental note to kick the floor later.

With his difficulty in falling asleep, Callen wondered how he was able to sleep on the damn floor of all places, when he barely could in his bed. Maybe yesterday’s fright or something, I guess, Callen thought, and then promptly froze up.

Shit. Shit. How did I fucking forget the shit that happened yesterday. Fuck. What was that big fucking eye at the window.

Conveniently forgetting his muscle aches he raced upstairs to the window in his bedroom and looked outside- nothing was there. The sun continued to shine, the trees swayed in the breeze, and the birds- very noisily- continued to chirp. There was nothing out of the ordinary from what Callen could see, and it relieved him, for the most part, but also, it worried him. He wondered if it was just all some really elaborate hallucination his brain invented, and if so, what caused this? Is he sick? Maybe.

Or… He reasoned with himself, it was just a very vivid dream after a very tiring day.

Taking one deep breath in an attempt to calm down, he assured himself again that it was just one, terrible, vivid dream.

Having a suspiciously normal breakfast by the table, the warm sunlight beckoned Callen to go outside.

So what did Callen do?

He opened the door.

SLAM!

And he shut it immediately.

Callen’s heart was about to jump off his body and fly off into the sun.

“It- It was real. Holy sh-shit.”

The fear that was forgotten yesterday started seeping back inside him, his body, his memories. The knocks on the roof. Callen felt like someone had deprived him of oxygen, breathing, yet a futile effort- no amount of air inhaled helped him feel he was actually breathing.

The large, green eye, staring at him across the window. The chills its piercing gaze brought upon burned itself deep in Callen’s memories, and what he saw resurfaced the suppressed emotions of last night. He felt all warmth seep away from his body, his hands cold, clammy, and covered in sweat.

Hands trembling with residual fear, Callen poured himself a glass of water with much difficulty.

Trembling hands set the empty glass down and clutched Callen’s head instead. Callen, who was trying his best to not lose his consciousness, navigated through his memories and thoughts and primal fear, trying his absolute best to keep a level head. The light from the window dimmed, as if it was making an attempt to calm him down.

There is a- a really huge person- the size of which is so tall that is impossible to guess- sleeping right outside my house.

He took the deepest breath he could muster.

My house can barely reach its knees! He could destroy my house, smash it into bits, kill me in multiple ways- and it will take no effort at all!

The deep breath was not helping him regain his composure.

I am so fucked if I keep staying here until th- that thing wakes up.

Callen could not stay here, he figured. He needed to escape to the nearest town and seek help- though he didn’t know what to do next either way. The large being sleeping outside his house could probably take on an army of soldiers and still stand victorious, no doubt about it.

Barely Religious Callen decided it was a very necessary day to be religious today, and prayed to the gods above to kindly protect him. If I don’t die, he thought, I’ll be religious from now on.

Callen had never been a thief. In spite of that, one might think otherwise: with utmost stealth, he turned the doorknob and slowly pushed the door open while it threatened to creak, followed by quick footsteps that were as loud as a rock on the ground. Sparing a glance at the giant watching him, he scurried away as fast as his legs could run.

Hold up! Callen did a double take.

It was at this moment Callen knew that he was, by all means, fucked.

Sitting among the fields, taller than everything Callen could see, was the currently awake gigantic being that haunted his night, and now his present reality. Backlit by the sunlight, it cast a heavenly glow on the giant being, and for a moment Callen wondered if he was a god. His focus shifted towards the giant’s appearance, noticing his hair, golden as the wheat fields in autumn, reflecting the sun’s equally golden rays. His face, pale and fair- yet glowed in shades of red and pink.

And his eyes- his gaze entirely focused on Callen.

Callen, not willing to stay and hear the verdict of whatever god this giant man could be, bolted as fast as he could, hoping to at least escape the shadow cast by the giant god that loomed over him and his house.

At the edge of his peripheral vision he saw movement, and felt a brief gust of wind rush past him.

Callen ran faster and crashed facefirst into a wall that was soft, leathery…and weirdly cold, for that matter.

The large hand curled around him, and effortlessly picked Callen up as easily as Callen would a paintbrush. On the other hand, Callen struggled and wriggled and kicked and pushed with all his remaining energy, yet nothing posed so much as an inconvenience to the giant.

He simply continued to watch in amazement as he unfurled his hand, revealing a very disoriented Callen.

Callen was at his wits’ end now. At the mercy of the giant with no way of leaving, he could only hope the giant understood him.

“Put. Me. DOWN!”

The hand did not budge. Instead, a gigantic finger intercepted Callen’s line of sight, and invited itself to assault him without even bothering to ask for permission! Callen pushed the finger away, and the giant complied, though the finger returned a moment later to feel his hair. The hopeless struggle between man and finger continued, until Callen, who refused to accept this any longer, finally slapped the finger as hard as he could.

Forcing himself to lock eyes with the giant- or at least one of the eyes- Callen tried to make the angriest expression he could while glaring at the giant, one hand pointing towards the ground, his message clear: PUT ME DOWN.

Inside, Callen feared for his life, scared that he had angered the giant, that he would decide him a nuisance and kill him for it.

So when the only response from the giant was a soft chuckle, he was equal parts relieved and annoyed. I can’t even be taken seriously in this economy for fuck’s sake! Regardless, the giant did set his hand down and Callen scrambled off as fast as he could with his shaky legs- then proceeded to trip on the soft surface of the hand and fell with a splat! onto the grass, earning another laugh from the giant.

The cold, dewy grass of the morning contrasted with Callen’s red hot face burning from embarrassment.

And he found himself assisted by those damned fingers again, helping him stand upright!

“FUCK YOU!” Callen swatted at the fingers. “I can stand on my own, thank you very much!”

As Callen was about to sprint away at full speed to anywhere that was not the direction of the giant, the finger returned, tapping him on the arm for his attention.

“What the fuck do you want?” Called grumbled, mostly to himself. “No, you are not allowed to assault me.” Turning around to make eye contact again, he noticed the giant looked slightly nervous. What is there to be nervous about when you’re the size of a mountain anyway? “You’re a giant, possibly a god for all I know and care, you don’t need my help.”

[“Do you know where I can find water?”]

“What?”

He watched as the giant mimicked the action of drinking from a cup. You want water? “It’s that way,” Callen replied, pointing north, “there’s a lake beyond the mountains.” He contemplated showing him the way there, but decided it was absolutely ridiculous, and he was supposed to escape in the first place.

Callen began to run away as the giant got up.

[“Thank you!”]

Callen did not look back as he continued to run, and he did not look back when he heard the gradually fading footsteps of the giant. He was still scared, perhaps, but maybe the giant isn’t going to kill him anytime soon.

Either way, it doesn’t matter, because he is not going home tonight.

#g/t #g/t writing #In the original post #the language barrier was represented by Evans speaking Malay (lazy to come up with a conlang)#however I changed it because I don't want people to think Evans is fluent in Malay

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daisyvisions · 2 years ago

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I just gotta hop back in here bc

did someone say p r i m a l hak?? no i need to hear more on this bc oh my lord that's such a ughh yes pls

hak is so underrated hot like he's fr such a giver but combined with a primal kink? pls give us more beloved

🐈

A/N: idk how I managed to conjure this shit up with 5 hours of sleep. tbh I wasn't planning on making it this long but damn okay sexy brain 😮‍💨

so I feel like hak's thing for primal play would be incredibly secret. Like you wouldn't even think he'd be into that especially from his happy and soft personality

but you end up finding out about it while you were trying to run away from him after "accidentally" smearing frosting on his face, he was determined to get you back for it with a wad of whip cream in his hand

eventually he catches up to you and tackles you on the bed, locking you in place while straddling your hips down to the bed. by some miracle he's able to get both your wrists with one hand and he smears the whip cream on your cheek all the way down to your collarbone

you both laugh and tell him to clean you off, but what you didn't realize this whole time while he's got you locked under his grasp was he was already going into primal mode subconsciously and LICKS the whip cream off

of course your instinct reaction was to moan from the sensation of his wet tongue over your skin but you immediately blush and say sorry but instead he intently looks into your eyes, gets closer to your face and just licks your lips, making you moan like a touched-starved loser (but he's fucking basking in your helplessness right now tbh)

something in him snaps, he immediately grabs your very thin shirt and rips it apart with his bare hands and attacks your chest, marking you up as much as he can while he swiftly removes your bottoms along with your underwear and changes position to have your legs wrapped around his torso as he rubs his clothed cock against your wet aching cunt.

the thought of your arousal soaking the front of his sweatpants as he continues to ravage your chest, sucking on your tits like it was his last source of sustenance

he continues to dry hump you until you're cumming all over his pants, and right after he immediately flips you over on your stomach, pulls down his sweatpants enough to free his incredibly hard cock and slips it in your wet entrance with no second thought about preparation because you're incredibly soaking, making the initial stretch of his cock inside you more manageable

now he's roughly thrusting into you, the weight of his body laid on top of you so you have no chance of squirming, hands grabbing your tits for dear life as he grunts like an animal in heat against your ear

needless to say, this goes on for hours on end and you both forget about cake in the kitchen you were suppose to decorate for Jacob's birthday

(well... you're gonna have to make another one because Hakyneon plans on smearing all that cake frosting and whip cream on your naked body later on and cleaning you up again as dessert 🥴)

#haknyeon smut #tbz smut #the boyz smut #the boyz hard hours #tbz scenarios #the boyz fic #the boyz fanfic #tbz drabbles #the boyz scenarios #ju haknyeon smut #kpop smut #tbz hard hours

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sketchfanda · 1 year ago

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Kirishima’s Mystique:The Lioness sleeps tonight…NOT!!

To sleep, per a chance to dream? Aye there’s the run, for in that sleep what dreams may come? For our sturdy chivalrous hero of course as he slept in his bedroom at Heights Alliance dorm, it was a near sleepless night for him. One of those few nights he didn’t have the company of Mina or Maya to keep him cozy and comfy and of course it was one of those hot humid sort of nights. The kind where his sheets were in disarray and he was currently stripped down to his boxers, his sculpted form sweating like hell as he struggled to try and get some proper slumber. Oh how he'd tried just about most any and every trick possible from counting sheep to having some cold turkey and warm milk but still nothing!! The sturdy hero fidgeting and fussing as he tried to think of something, anything at all to sleep. If need be, he worried he'd have to take Mineta's crude advice about rubbing one out to tire himself down. But damnit this late night heatwave hardly seemed the time to jerk off, but knowing his bubble gum duet? They'd think it better he wear himself down with a couple of rounds of tapping and rutting their cotton candy pink and blue asses like he wanted to put his babies into them. Their sort of words not his, but damn if it wasn’t a turn on when they talked dirty like that. It just really set off Something primal and animalistic in his brain as he struggled to hold back the dirty thoughts daring to flow forth. It was the last thing he swore he needed, hell he felt like he must’ve started hallucinating as he seemed to imagine there was a woman in his room right now. A furry woman at that. Waaaaiit a second…

??:*the figure blurry in his hazy vision as it began to clear a bit. Didn’t help it was so damn dark and late at night. What a time for a wet dream as this mystery woman spoke.* “Mortal, do not be alarmed. I’m Guenn and you’ve been chosen to be blessed with my company. In recognition of your dedication To fitness and your physique’s gains, I seek to bed You and be bred with yiur child. So tell me Eijiro Kirishima, do You accept this offer?”

Kirishima:*thensturdy bero squinted snd blinked a bit as his vision cleared a little more. Adjusting the darkness as as he fidgeted around, finding and flicking his lamplight on. Seeing properly that this sudden intruder intruder in his dorm room was some sort of lioness woman. Who was SWOLE as all fuck!! She had to be somewhere around All Might’s height of 7 foot 3 if not taller!! Her elegant silky fur not his g but proudly displaying just how absolutely jacked and sculpted she was. Every inch of muscle connected in a way that declares her the pinnacle of physique. Her modesty preserved by the rather divine, elegant accessories and jewellery she wore with a swimsuit like ensemble. Thinking her over over for a few seconds, a coating of his libido and his sleep deprived, exhausted brain working in tandem.*”bring it on……”

The divine goddess of LIFT personified grinned catlike as she snapped her fingers. Her outfit and accessories disappearing in the blink of an eye as she stood before the shark teethed redhead in all her nude glory. Proceeding to entice and arouse him as a reward for his straight forward bluntness. Seeming to rather enjoy that he wasted no time in accepting her proposal as she began to court his attention in what had to be the most lucid dream he’d ever had. Striking poses like she was a contestant for one of those female bodybuilder shows. Showing off her naked amazonian furry form with pride and a sensual passion that Ms.Misnightnwould no doubt applauds and admire. Flexing her luscious, gorgeous muscles, her biceps and triceps swelling as they rippled with power and sex appeal. Truly she was the sort of babe that would make a man want to sculpt a statue in her honour, as she clapped and clench her bubbly booty cheeks before making her pecs bounce her titties. All,the while Kirishima looked on in awe as if this naked lioness’ muscles were a siren song. Enticing him, arousing him to pay attention as he got up from bed. Standing up as he pulled down his boxers, as Guenn grinned and licked her lips at the sight of his now exposed, rigid cock. His length and girth stiff as a flagpole as she stood ready for him. Purring as he came forth and hugged around her waist, nuzzling those furry washboard abs and motorboated those mighty tits of hers. Feeling her silky tail wrap around his waist as she sandwiched her thighs between his shaft. Pumping it as she found him give off a satisfied groan. Seems his pleasure was overriding the humidity in his room and with good reason.

Guenn:”Yes very good Kirishima, don’t hold yourself back when it comes to your desires. As the man who will provide me with his child, it’s only right this experience be enjoyed by both of us. Show me you’re a man of resolve. After all,doesn’t a real man do best when in the presence of a woman?”*The mysterious Lioness playfully praised and coaxed, cupping Kirishima’s face to make heir look at her. Crimson eyes looked on golden feline ones as she pumped hismcock with her thighs. Her arousal flowing down her thighs to soak and lube his manhood,feeling it twitch and pulse.*

Kirishima:*his brain clicking as her words rang through, fo whatever the hell kind of dream this was,he had this walking woman maintain of fur and muscle wanting his A game and by fox, A Real Man never left a woman waiting and wanting!!*”Ms.Guenn, ma’am? Yiu want my best You’re gonna get it!!” *the delinquent looking himbo proudly declared,much to the lioness’ delight as he pressed his lips to hers. The pair letting their passion guide and drive them as he grasped and squeezed her bubbly buns of steel. Tongues dancing together as they shard air and spit. Guenn purring as she felt the curious, eager and skilled hands of the red riot explore her body. Caressing silky fur and mighty muscles with absolute desire.*

it wasn’t long before the lioness and the young studly hero in training were soon riling around on his bed, making out with a growing passion that’s out pornstars to shame. The Lioness moaning and o purring as Kirishima kissed and suckled on her tits. One hand caressing a bicep s the other did the same to her abs before it soon went to teasing and prodding her slit. Fingers probing away as the muscular fleshy inner walls took him 3 fingers knuckle deep, a tingle running along her spine as his thumb rubbed her clit for good measure. All the while she grasped and stroked his cock, his length and girth twitching as pre flowed forth from the tip. Staining her finger and palm as her other hand gave admiring caresses and massages to Kirishima’s own sculpted form. Truly a masculine work of art brought about by a drive for only the sickest of gains. He didn’t simply LIFT, he worked!! To say nothing of how well he knew his way around a woman’s body,as her womb pulsed with a hidden glow. Burning with the heat that yearned to have buns in the oven.

Guenn:”Yes Yes yes! Jsut like that!! Don’t let up! Rut me with all the drive and passion of wanting to out your babies in me!! Think of this belly of mine, swelling and filled with your young!!” *The lioness yowled and moaned as she was in all fours on the bed. Knees firm and hands clutching the sweat soaked sheets as Kirishima fucked her doggy or rather cat style. The young Adonis redhead grunted and growled as he jackhammered away, hips nearly blurring as he obliged the Lioness’ desires. Pelvis smacking that sloppy, soaking wet pussy as he ass jiggled, tits swaying as he pumped and worked his own muscles to give this feline bombshell all he got and she wanted.*

Kirishima:”If this is a dream don’t wake me up…”*the sturdy hero in training quipped as he held and massaged Guenn’s hips. The powerful lioness riding him cowgirl style as she purred, flexing and showing off her muscles. Crunching her abs as she displayed how deep his length and girth reached inside of her while her tits bounced as she gave him tickets to the gun show. Front row and centre with an exotic,erotic VIP treatment. The punk looking hero and this Amazon feline switching between top and bottom any and every time he’s cum, with the lioness naturally ensuring he’d do it inside of her as much as possible. There was no doubt she was serious and intent on ending this dream pregnant with his child.*

On and on it went, the night seeming to never end as Kirishima and Guennn continued to make sweet, hot and heavy FUCK!! Missionary, spread eagle, to say nothing offheir playful competition battling between the Amazon and mating press. But ooh did she get freaky and wild when h gave her anal, to say nothing of how amazing her mouth and tongue felt as she deepthroated his cock. Her powerful sensual physique capable of handling his most intense facefucking. He blowjob skills were as divine as her muscles as the lair finished off their mating marathon with a prone bone position. The lioness biting the bedsheets as her booty jiggled with every impact of that t powerful cock of his. His balls slapping her slit as he kissed along her neck and nibbled her ear. Before they moaned and foamed together as thy simultaneously climaxed, Kirishima feeling vibrations of Guenn’s purring as they held one another in embrace, basking in the afterglow a sleep finally took the redhead……

Kirishima:*groaned as he twitched, blooming snd rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he felt the morning sunlight pouring in. Finding himself all soaked with seat and looking to see he wasn’t alone. But instead of some seven foot plus Amazon lioness, it was the familiar cotton candy bubblegum pink and blue forms of his bombshell girlfriends giving him a tandem blowjob. Lips and tongues working their erotic magic on his morning wood as he mumbled.*”Uugh hey girls…..”

Mina:*giggles as she idly caressed his abs,stroking him as Maya sucked and blew on his rod.*”Morning Eiji. Poor thing all alone, hot and sweaty. Not to mention horny. You have a good dream last night?”

Maya:*popped her mouth off as she added her own hand,the lair stroking his shaft as they crawled up along his bed to snuggle him and take turns kissing him.*”Cut our man some slack Pinky. Whatever or whoever he dreamt about must’ve been good to get his junk all sticky like that…but hey, we’re here now babe…”

Kirishima welcomed the affectionate make out and threesome that followed this early morning. Now that they mentioned it last night with Guenn must’ve been a wet dream his heatwave hazed mind cooked up. Looking back he’d had recently been looking up a lot of magazines and videos about muscle women. Even before last night he’d been checking out some fanarts on the topic and with how pent uo and lonely he’d been, the math made itself plenty clear hiw last night played out. Guess he did rub one out last night, did he? All the same Guenn had seemed and felt so real, far too real to be a foment of his imagination that had a name. Meanwhile in a museum around the world elsewhere, many were curious as to why the sculpture of the Guennol Lioness was suddenly joined by what seemed like twin daughters, who seemed to have wild spikey manes….

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conretewings · 1 year ago

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"Please"

-She finds herself awoken in the middle of the night to a most unexpected, yet not unwelcome, surprise as his hands brush across her skin and warm breath stirs in her ear, murmuring sweet and filthy things...

***Vander x OC, 18+ ONLY definitely NSFW.***

Fitful, shadowy dreams fade away, nothing more than wisps of smoke and subconscious as Rosemary's sleeping brain is at first lightly prodded, then abruptly jerked awake with a guttural groan against her ear and thick, calloused fingers softly kneading her breast.

Shaking herself more into this world and full coherence, she realizes Vander has curled his massive body around hers, one hand busying itself with her chest and the other wandering almost aimlessly, his breath heavy against the shell of her ear and already hard cock pressed to her ass.

"V-Vander? What are you...?" she wonders, still not completely awake and confused as to where this was coming from; he usually slept quite soundly when she was stayed the night, and the times he awoke first, he'd always be quiet and considerate of her still slumbering.

"Rosie...need you...can't lose..." he finally mumbles out, clumsily rolling onto his back, then half propping himself over her, trailing fingers and lips across her face, neck, belly, wherever he can reach. In the darkness she's close enough to see his flushed face and hollow eyes just barely open. He's not even fully conscious she realizes, yet possessed by a seemingly singular need to be as close as possible-among other needs she notices as he grinds his hips against her a couple times with another low, long groan.

She shivers and reflexively raises her own hips a fraction; his actions were far from unwelcome as she always thoroughly enjoyed his attentions, yet here and now she notes there was something different; primal and instinctive in how he clung to her even while half in this realm and half in some dream state.

"Vander-" she repeats, freeing a trapped arm to pat his cheek, "Van? What's going on? I mean I know but why now-mmph!"

When his only response is his continued heavy breath and to pull himself up further to press his mouth to hers, tongue darting to lap at her lower lip she finally manages to grasp his face in her hands and force him to be still a moment.

"VAN!" she says again, a little sharper now, and it's like a switch is flipped in his brain, the light returning to his eyes as whatever lucid state he's in is shaken loose somewhat, "What is all this?!"

He swallows thickly, then with a sigh leans in to kiss her once more and murmurs against her lips, "I lost you...can't lose you again...have to make damn sure you're still here..." his steel-blue eyes meet hers, a deep fire burning there, "Please, love, I need you..."

He was clearly still half conscious but coherent enough to understand exactly what he wanted. The goosebumps flare across her skin; there was something almost desperate in his gaze as he clutched her with a slight tremble and crack in his deep voice. Rosemary weren't sure if she'd ever seen him like this, so needy as if he'd burn into ashes if that fire wasn't quelled.

And well...who was she to leave her lover in such a state?

Wordlessly, she captures Vander's mouth in another kiss and shifts to pull her nightshirt up further, exposing her body to the cool air and his fevered touch as he pounces, a triumphant hunter with his prey, his groans morphing into almost a growl. Her back arches with a stuttered whimper, fingers tugging his thick hair as his mouth finds a nipple, tongue swirling over the swollen bud and she nearly yelps when his teeth graze her as well.

Shuddering, with some brief fumbling pants are removed and he wastes no time in positioning himself between her thighs, one hand clutching her hip as he presses himself inside her, moaning into her shoulder. She lets out a positively sinful sound herself, arcing her hips to take more of him in; he was going faster and rougher than usual but luckily, she was already slick enough alone from the downright feral mood he was in.

Time disappears, melting away as they melt into each other, his pace against her slow and deep but unsteady, punctuated with pauses to kiss or caress whatever spot was nearest and murmur praises or incoherent words into her skin and she swears of all the times she's been with him, it's never been quite like this as in all sense of the word he worships her body with his own.

It takes some moments to register but she abruptly notices his movements grow lazier and more erratic...before he gradually slows to a stop, his weight resting more on her now and breathing calm as realization sets in; he's fallen back asleep. She bites her lip, the sensation of his thick length still inside her deliciously torturous-but he's growing heavier by the second so, with some reluctance, she wriggles free.

He mumbles somewhere in his sleep, and she turns to cradle his head against her chest, fingers tangling in his hair as his arms come up to encircle her and eventually, she drifts off as well, mind still confused but pleasantly content.

In the morning, Rosemary is bustling about the kitchen, putting some coffee on when a loud yawn echoes through the room. She glances over her shoulder with a welcoming grin, "Morning, Papa Bear."

"Mornin', Rosie..." Vander grumbles, scratching his side under the old t-shirt he wore and rubbing the remains of sleep from his eyes, "Can I eh, ask ya somethin'?"

"Sure?"

"Last night um," he clears his throat and steps closer, dropping his voice to a murmur but still avoids her direct gaze, "Did we...?"

She smirks, not skipping a beat, "Have a very passionate fuck yes. Yes we did-until you passed out."

His face reddens a shade, a faintly sheepish grin tugging at the corners of his lips, "Ah...so I wasn't dreamin'..."

"Vander," she stops slicing a stale but still good loaf of bread for toast to turn to him, placing one hand on his cheek to force him to look at her, "Is everythin' alright? You were talkin' about how you'd lost me, then all but begged to make love to me. What's goin' on?"

Here his expression hardens and he exhales loudly, taking her hand and after a moment using it to envelop her in a hug, "It's stupid, prob'ly, but I had an awful nightmare...the kind where everythin' seems normal 'cept somethin's very wrong..." his arms tighten around her, face pressed into the top of her head, "...ya died. So when I started to wake up I had to know if it was real."

She sighs, nuzzling into his shoulder and inhaling his musky, ever-slightly smokey scent, "It's not stupid. I'm here...and I'm not plannin' on goin' anywhere."

They step apart after another minute of quietly appreciating each other's presence and the solid warmth of their embrace, no less intimate than the night's much more erotic act in it's own way. Leaning up on her toes, Rosemary rests her hands on the sides of his face to pull him in for a gentle, reassuring kiss and he hums out a short chuckle, little more than a rumble in his chest. Going back to readying for the day, Rosemary looks at him as he slings a rag over his shoulder in a familiar gesture as he prepares to wash up some dishes left in the sink.

"Sorry love. You're stuck with me." she teases, and he shoots her a sideways smirk.

"Lil' pest."

"Cow-hey!"

She laughs as he deftly flicks the rag from his broad shoulder to lightly slap her with it, threatening to wipe her greasy hands on his shirt next time he swung by her shop.

And thus the blissful little world they'd built continued to spin for just a little longer.

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hauntedhowlett-writes · 2 years ago

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cockwarming or wet dream with könig (maybe both?)

Both. Both is good. Hope you enjoy!

title: worth your while

pairing: konig x female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 1779

summary:

Konig wakes from a wet dream and asks you for some relief.

author's note: god i love the big mountain man. thank you so much for this request! would love more könig requests! or just cry with me about him

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content warnings/tags: explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact), explicit language, potentially bad german translations, wet dreams, minor belly bulge mention, mild/moderate somno, könig begging reader for cock warming, sleepy sex, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, pet names, squirting, size kink. let me know if any are missing!

König’s got you on your hands and knees, hips hiked up high as he pounds into you. Your cunt is soaking wet, the lewd sounds echoing in the dark room with each slam of his hips against the plush fullness of your ass.

“Taking me so well, liebling,” he groans, tipping his head back. “Love this little cunt stretched around my cock.”

You whine, your fingers curling into the sheets as he ravages you. “Wanna come, König. Please?”

“Not yet,” he says. “I am not done with you.”

Konig pulls out of you, turning you by the hips so that you’re on your back. You look up at him with lust drunk eyes, your chest heaving with your labored breaths. He drags you down the bed until your ass is perched on his thighs and he can spear you with his aching cock once more.

“My little toy,” he coos. “Just wanted to see your pretty face as you beg me to let you come.”

“König, please let me come,” you moan. Your hands cup your breasts, tweaking your nipples harshly. He feels the resulting flutter of your walls around his cock and the growl that breaks free from deep in his chest is damn near primal. He leans forward, pressing the weight of his body down on yours. Your knees are pressed up against your chest and König is going so deep that when he looks down, he swears he can see the outline of his cock in your belly with each thrust inside of you.

“Kannst du das fühlen?” He asks. “Spüre, wie ich dich spalte?”

You nod your head, though he’s certain you have no idea what he’s saying. The thought makes him chuckle.

“Do you still want to come, meine liebe?” He asks, breathless as his hips stutter against yours with his own impending release.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you babble. “Please!”

“Come for me, soak my fucking cock,” he commands.

König wakes with a moan of your name on his lips, his cock hard as a rock and creating an impressive tent in his boxers. Beside him, you wiggle in your sleep, the sheets dipping below your waist to expose the curve of your ass in those little sleep shorts you wear that drive him wild. He can’t stop himself from reaching out, tracing his fingers lightly over your shoulder.

“Mmph, König?” You slur, turning your head as if to look over your shoulder but your eyes remain closed. “S’wrong?”

“Need you, Schatz,” he groans. He scooches closer to you, pressing his body to yours and grinding his hard length against your plush ass. “Bitte.”

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König’s thick cock is pressing against your ass, his breath hot against your neck. Your body reacts to him even in your half asleep state, your hips grinding back against him. The gentle hands that had woken you up are greedy now, slipping into your tank top to palm your breast, fingers curling roughly against the plush flesh.

“Sleepy,” you mumble, eyes still shut but your brain slowly makes the connection to reality.

“Let me fill your little cunt,” Konig whispers into your ear. “You can just keep my cock nice and warm for me, ja?”

His hand leaves your breast, trailing across the dip in your waist until his fingers slide beneath the waistband of your sleep shorts. He slides his gun calloused digits through the slickness already coating your core, a groan rumbling through his chest against your back.

“So wet for me already, liebling. Let me fill this needy pussy. Bitte? Please? I know you’re so tired, my love, you won’t even need to wake,” he says, voice uncharacteristically whiney in your ear. Your hips undulate against his hand, a gasp slipping from your lips as he presses a thick finger into your entrance.

“König,” you moan. You can feel him smile against the skin of your shoulder, so certain he’s about to get his way. “I have to wake up early,” you complain, though it’s a half-hearted attempt.

“I know, Schatz, but I need you so badly,” he begs, his fingers withdrawing and making you feel empty and achy as he circles your clit.

“Fine,” you acquiesce. No sooner than the word leaves your mouth are your shorts pulled down, König sitting up to get them completely off your legs and discarded in the sheets somewhere. His excitement makes you giggle and you stifle the sound by turning your face into your pillow.

You feel him shift behind you before he notches the head of his cock to your entrance, pressing in slowly. König is massive, easily the biggest man you’ve ever been with and he’s most definitely proportional all over. His cock is long and thick with a slight upward curve that drags against all the right spots.

You remember the first time the two of you had sex, a hook up after a night at the bar while he’d been on leave. His pretty blue eyes drew you in but you were most obsessed with the way his fair skin tinged pink every time you made an overtly sexual joke. You decided to make it your mission to see how far down that blush went.

That blush went all the way down his chest when you’d pulled his cock free from his pants and couldn’t think of anything to say besides, “There’s no way that’s fitting inside me.”

König likes a challenge, though. He continues to prove as much every time he patiently works his cock into you inch by inch, much like he is right now. You can feel him fighting to control himself, the bruising grip of his fingers curled around your hip a dead giveaway.

“Du fühlst dich so gut,” he murmurs into your shoulder. “Meine Lieblingsplatz.”

You squirm against him as he continues to work himself inside of you until his hips are flush with yours, the stretch of him punching the air from your lungs. Your pussy burns deliciously as you adjust to the feeling.

True to his word, König slips a heavy arm over your waist, holding you tightly to him. He doesn’t move, just breathes deeply and evenly at your back, puffs of his breath tickling your neck.

You try to relax, but the burn gives way to a familiar ache, your walls clenching around him. You wiggle your hips just a little, trying to get comfortable, but all that does is press him impossibly deeper and make the buzz beneath your skin intensify.

You flex your hips again, biting your lip to hold back the moan threatening to escape. König’s breathing is deep and even behind you and for a moment you think the man has really fallen asleep.

But then his hand is stilling the movement of your hips, holding you flush to him as he says, “Thought you wanted to sleep, Schatz.”

“You’re right,” you reply, not wanting to give in to him yet. You take a few calming breaths, trying to block out how full your pussy feels.

It works for a few minutes. You focus on the sounds of the room - König’s deep breaths, the clock ticking, the whir of the air conditioning unit. You feel your eyes grow heavy again and for a moment you think you really may succumb to sleep, despite the fact that König is splitting you open.

But then your brain goes through a free fall, jerking you awake, the movement causing you to thrust back against König, his cock rubbing across your g-spot and making you moan loudly in surprise.

Konig stills your writhing hips once more. “This is not sleeping,” he teases.

“I know, I know, I take it back,” you babble. “Want you to fuck me, König, please?”

He answers by sliding an arm beneath your body and using the other to haul you on top of him with a grip under your top knee. He’s lying flat with your back held tight to his chest by an arm placed just under your breasts, your legs now splayed widely on either side of his hips. He bends his knees, planting his feet wide apart on the mattress.

You gasp as his cock drags out of you before he thrusts sharply back inside. The rhythm he sets is brutal, harsh slaps of his hips to yours that echo through the room. You tilt your head, seeking out his over your shoulder.

König brings a hand up to your face, holding your cheek with his broad palm as he kisses you deeply. You whine into his mouth, hips squirming against the onslaught of sensation you’re experiencing. His lips tilt up in a smirk.

“What is the matter, meine herz?” He asks, the hand on your cheek migrating to your throat. His fingers squeeze gently, a possessive hold that makes your brain go fuzzy.

“Fuck, König. You’re so fucking big,” you pant. He fills up every inch of your body until you can think of nothing but him. “Need to come, fuck, I need to come so bad,” you whimper.

König’s thrusts grow impossibly harder and he slides his other hand down your belly, his fingers circling your clit with rough circles that make you cry out, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensation.

“Come for me,” König growls.

And who are you to disobey?

Your vision gets speckled with tiny supernovas as your release washes over you, drenching König’s cock and your thighs. Your pussy clenches around him in a vise grip, his hips stuttering as warm ribbons of his come fill your fluttering cunt.

His hips slow, his come seeping from you and adding to the mess on your bodies and the sheets. You’re gasping for breath and König’s arms flop to the side as he gives a heavy, satisfied sigh that makes you giggle.

You roll off of him, snuggling in against his sweat damp chest. Your fingers trace the constellations of scars you’re intimately familiar with.

Your alarm rings, a blaring horn that makes you groan. You turn over, grabbing your phone to hit the snooze button. König welcomes you back into his arms.

“This was a better alarm, ja?” He asks, voice smug.

You roll your eyes. “You’re insufferable. What did you even dream about?”

“You, of course. On all fours, begging for me.”

You glance down, shocked to find him growing hard again already. He grins at you.

“I’m going to be late!” You argue, even as you allow him to roll you to your back and press hot kisses to your neck, trailing them to your chest.

“I’ll make it worth your while, liebling.”

Translations:

Liebling - Darling

Kannst du das fühlen? - Can you feel that?

Spüre, wie ich dich spalte - Feel how I split you?

Schatz - Sweetheart

Bitte - Please

Ja - Yes

Du fühlst dich so gut - You feel so good

Mein Lieblingsplatz - My favorite place

Meine herz - My heart

Please let me know if any of these phrases should be adjusted. Thank you!

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