#especially mirror to mirror but shh

[cowardlylittlebranchman]

high to death

[yawnderu]

ANGEL — Simon Riley x Reader

cw: toxic situationship, emotionally unavailable Simon, age gap (reader is in her 20s, Simon is canonically in his late 30s).

wc: 2,027 | Part II

“Shh, shh.” Simon can feel his heartstrings being forcefully pulled, the image of you crying, tears spilling down your cheeks as you cling to him for dear life, your fingers gripping his black hoodie.

“S'okay. I can introduce you to some o' my mates.” The look of exasperation you shoot his way is enough to make him try to hold back his laughter, knowing it's not appropriate. Part of him feels bad, but the other part defends itself by telling him he warned you.

Simon Riley doesn't do love. He doesn't do feelings— he's a dog, too tainted and dirty for someone like you, too doomed. He doesn't deserve you, and yet he can't stop crawling back to you despite the heartbreak he sees in your pretty eyes the moment tells you he has to leave.

“I don't want 'em.” His attention is dragged back to you, the whiny tone making his gaze soften despite himself.

“Can you just... fuck me like you love me? I don't care if it's fake, I just...” Another choked sob escapes your lips, soft fingers tightening their hold on the fabric of his hoodie. Simon doesn't say anything— there's nothing he can say to make it better for you. The one condition to your situationship was broken, yet he couldn't find it in himself to abandon you, not when you look up at him like a lost, needy puppy.

“Y'can pretend it's love...” He offers, his tone lacking any mirth or empathy, not when his lips are busy going down your neck, trying his best not to leave any marks or be too rough with you, fighting his own nature for your sake.

His scarred, pink lips travel down your bare body with a gentleness meant to soften the blow of his emotional unavailability, trying his best to counter the heartbreak, secretly hoping that he can slowly mend your broken heart.

“I'll be nice to ya.” His hot breath hits your bare stomach, making your muscles tense up at the sensation, an unwilling shiver running up your spine at the tenderness of his words and actions, something he never showed you when he used to fuck you.

“Treat you like the proper angel y'are.” Simon's guilt is pushed to the back of his mind the moment his lips plant against your clothed mound, his calloused hand going up to your stomach to gently push you down the moment your back arches, wanting to keep you nice and still for him. To take care of your needs, for once.

Simon is a patient man. A patient man, who runs his warm, wet tongue over your clothed cunt, paying especial attention to your hardened clit, only making the knot in your stomach tighten by the second, fingers lacing on his short blond hair, pulling him closer. The display of pure neediness makes Simon's lips tilt up into a small, soft smile despite himself.

His hands explore your soft legs, squeezing softly every once in a while just to reassure you that he's still there. That he's not going away for once. He can feel your muscles twitch beneath his palm, almost mirroring his neglected, throbbing cock.

Simon's warm hands sneak to the back of your thighs, subtly feeling up your ass with the pads of his fingers, slowly sinking into the fat and muscle before he's pulling your legs up, soft kisses planted on your pretty inner thighs, even going as far as to give them gentle love bites, knowing you don't care if he leaves marks— not when your slick is seeping through the fabric of your panties, ready as ever.

“Needy fuckin' girl.” His touch is as gentle as it could be for someone whose hands are used to responding with violence and aggression, sneaking up to the waistband of your panties, pulling down enough to reveal your glistening cunt, not minding how the black cloth was left neglected, hanging on your ankle.

Just like a man starved, Simon's wet tongue darts out of his mouth to give a long, sensual lick against your folds, savoring the taste of your slickness. His rough hands grip your hips to steady you, no longer minding the way your back arches from the pure pleasure he's giving you. He takes a second to admire the sight in front of him, his hot breath fanning against your cunt.

“Good girl.” His skilled, hungry tongue delves between your folds, lapping at your wetness with a need that matches your own. He explores every single inch of your pussy, his tongue flickering and swirling over your hard, swollen clit. His free hand reaches up to fondle one of your tits, his fingers digging into the fat as he devours you.

Simon's hips rock softly against the mattress, looking for any sort of possible relief for his hard, throbbing cock, neglecting it until he can't handle it, hesitantly letting go of your sweet cunt, crawling on top of you and caging you in with his strong, muscular arms. Your soft hand goes to his tattooed arm out of pure muscle memory, earning you a small smirk back.

“You want it, angel? This fat fuckin' cock inside you?” His hips jerk involuntarily, a low groan escaping his lips as he feels the familiar heat pooling in his abdomen, his hand going down to his zipper out of habit, lowering it just enough to pull out his cock— until he realizes that he promised to make love to you, not to fuck.

With slight hesitation in his movements, Simon gets up from the bed, brown eyes watching your reaction with such focus you'd think he's a predator ready to pounce on its prey... and in a way, he is.

His chest rises and falls heavily as he starts to discard his clothes until he's completely bare and vulnerable, something he's never done before for anyone. The way your gaze softens as your eyes examine his scars almost makes him want to put his clothes back on— to leave and to never come back. Simon doesn't deserve your empathy, not when he keeps making you cry, yet he swallows his discomfort back down, his body resting on top of yours, lifting himself up with his arms.

“Y'always take me so well, don't you?” Simon teases in a whisper, his breath hot against your ear. The sound of your wetness mingling with his leaking tip fills the room, dragging a small whine out of you as he teases your entrance for a few seconds, his eyes on yours the moment he sinks into you, giving you time to get used to his thickness before starting to push in deeper, a low groan leaving his lips the moment he hits your sensitive, spongy cervix.

Simon leans down, his lips pressing against yours as he starts to thrust into your needy, sopping cunt, every single inch of him stretching you out like you were made for him. A small shiver runs down his spine when your hand goes up and down his back, caressing the scars from the torture he suffered at the hands of Roba. He pushes the bitter sensation away, putting his entire focus on the feeling of your tongue wrapping around his, tiny strings of saliva staining the corners of your soft lips.

He pulls you closer, his grip possessive yet still so gentle and tender, his touch becoming more intimate. Simon buries his face on the crook of your neck, open-mouthed kisses planted all over your soft, warm skin.

“Y'like this, princess?” He rolls his hips against yours, pushing himself as deep as possible into your pussy.

“Bet my mates could fuck you better.” Simon silences your protests with a quick kiss, thrusting faster into you just so you become willing to hear him out.

“Could treat ya better, too.” His forehead leans against yours, staring deep into the pleading look you're giving him, silently begging him to stop talking about it— to love you, begging for something he can't give you even if he were to force himself.

“My captain's a good man. Y'like older men, don't ya?” His breath is hot against your cheek, his eyes finally screwing shot as your cunt tightens around him at the mention of Price, a low, deep groan making its way out of his throat.

“'Course you do.” He says with a small chuckle, planting tender kisses all over your cheeks, feeling your breath against his face as more whiny, needy moans leave your lips, your velvety walls tightening around his hard cock.

Simon's back bends slightly as he rests his cheek against your chest, your fast-beating heart giving him a slight sense of comfort he's never found anywhere else. His thrusts grow more desperate— faster and deeper, feeling your tits vibrate with each loud moan you're letting out, pretty legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.

“My pretty girl.” Even if he's just playing pretend, the words coming out of Simon's lips feel right, his thumb massaging your cheek while he admires you from beneath him, looking just like an angel. Part of Simon pities you, knowing that he'll never be able to love you back, but he can keep pretending for as long as you need.

The knot in your stomach starts to slowly come undone with every single thrust, feeling his meaty cock throb inside you. Your head leans back against the pillow, pretty eyes closing as you allow the illusion of love to set in— to imagine what it's like to be loved by someone like Simon, to get fucked like this daily, with such tenderness and care.

Simon can feel your walls gripping him harder, only encouraging him to slam his hips against yours the way he knows you love it, the upwards curve on his veiny cock allowing him to hit your spongy cervix over and over, low groans and loud pants escaping his lips. His grip tightens around your waist, fingers digging into the skin as he gets closer to the edge, his heavy balls tightening.

Simon lets out a shaky breath as you hold him closer to your sweaty body by the waist, the arch of your back allowing both of your hearts to be against the other's, both beating wildly with the heat of the moment. His face goes back to the crook of your neck as he lets out a loud, throaty moan as he spills his hot cum into you, riding out your orgasms, feeling your tight cunt grip him like vice.

He waits a few seconds before slowly pulling out of you, cupping your cheek just to have those pretty eyes look up at him with nothing but pure trust and love— so lovely, so pure, so untainted, unlike him. He lays down next to you, wrapping his burly arms around you and bringing your exhausted body against his, cuddling you up.

He plants gentle kisses all over your pretty face, basking in the afterglow of the intense love-making, admiring you like you're a piece of art... and truly, in Simon's eyes, you are. His phone vibrates against your bedside table, reaching out for it and letting out a small sigh at the message. Duty calls, and unfortunately, Simon can't get out of a deployment, even when part of his heart stays with you.

“My mates need me for a mission.” He says softly, planting one last kiss on your forehead before getting up from bed, putting his military-provided clothes back on. He stares at the sticky notes on your desk, giving you a small glance before leaning down and writing something on it, ripping the paper away from the rest and putting it down on your bedside table so you won't forget.

“'S my captain's number. Give 'im a call, yeah? He'll answer.” He promises, not daring to leave until you give him a small nod in confirmation, shooting you one last glance before leaving your room, the entrance door slamming shut soon after.

Your already teary eyes stare at the number written down on the sticky note, looking more enticing by the second.

John Price.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Vow 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, arranged marriage, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!August Walker

Summary: your father's murder leaves you in the hands of a dangerous man.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

"This is how we stay safe," your mother tugs the laces so your lurch. 

Your eyes widen at your reflection. The gown is tight yet too big. The bodice pinches as your mother yanks and yanks. The skirt is full and fluffy. Layers and layers of tulle.  

You can't breathe but you don't think its the boning. You touch the front of the gown, feeling the delicate embroidery, and shudder as you exhale. Strange how days before you wore black and cried, now you're in white in what many deem the happiest day if your life. 

"Hasn't he taken enough--" 

"Shh!" She whips her finger up. "He can always take more. Your father didn't think so but he can, god rest. There's always something to lose." 

"Mom," you croak. You've never seen her afraid. She's always been pompous, always unfazed, but now her eyes are like sparklers, flickering and frantic. "I'm scared." 

"Be scared but be obedient. And smile," she moves around you and frames your face, "smile. Please. He can always change his mind. Don't let him. If he does, we are lost." 

"How do you know? Daddy's gone. We can leave--" 

"The vultures are waiting," she snarls. "Don't you understand? It's only the wolf that keeps them at bay." 

"Why... why would he want me? If daddy--" 

"Hush, I won't tell you again. Do not speak of your father. Especially in front of him." She dabs your lip with her thumb as she fixes your make up, "from this day forth, he is the only man in your life. Understand?" 

You pout. That night comes back. The echoing bang the woke you, your mother's scream, and the barrels that pointed through your doorway. Quick, clean, horrifying. As if your father never was. 

"Yes." 

"You better. You know this man is cruel. Do you want to test him?" 

You shake your head and she lets you go. You back away and heave. You won't mess up the hours of work put into your hair and face. If you look in the mirror again, you will. 

You stare at your skirts as your mother pins the veil on your head. She pulls on it, arranging it around you. It drapes almost to your feet. 

A knock at the door. She goes to it. Whispers. The door stays open. Your mother calls your name. Your soles stick before you can make yourself move. 

As you get to her, your mother takes you by your wrist. You feel her warmth through the lacy gloves. She guides you behind a party of women. Some you recognise, some you don't. Their makeup is thickly caked on and their hair teased. 

"Look up," your mother snaps under her breath and lets you go. "You will not shame your family by hiding." 

You raise your head. Your head is light and bobbly. You march down the hallway behind the train of solemn women. 

You’ve never met the man who killed your father. The very same you are about to face. The one you are to marry. It’s the sort of irony that hurts. 

You’re stopped as the other women keep going. They leave you, one by one, until it is only your mother. She gives your hand a final squeeze and goes. You wait alone, uncertain. 

The music changes and you flinch. You know you have to go but you don’t want to. You don’t want to die either. And you don’t want to lose your mom. She’s all you have left. 

You can picture the house. Ransacked, bullet-riddled, crowded with strange men. You push away the memories and step forward. One foot in front of the other. Keep going. That’s what this life will be. Do what has to be done, not what you want. 

You enter the large hall. Peaked ceilings, music echoing off the walls, full pews, and a man waiting. You look ahead to the figure at the altar. Two, but the shorter one fades into the background. The priest is a blue as your eyes fixate on the man in the white suit. 

As you get closer, his features come into focus. Dark curls, a shadow of a beard and a thick line of hair over his lip. The cleft in his chin adds to the chisel of his jaw and he’s tall. Very tall and broad. His blue eyes meet yours. 

You trip as you try to step up beside him. He’s quick to catch you. His grip is iron on your arm. He helps you up and stands you across from his. Your eyes cling to him. You can’t look away. You’re terrified. He can’t look away from you either. 

You stand facing each other; you trapped him shock, him in triumph. This day is the first day of the rest of your life. The end of the empire and the birth of another. A vow to seal your fate and those of all watching. 

[reshinless]

Ur blog is so cute!! Can u do kinich (if I spelled that write) with a fem reader whos really sensitive and gets overstimulated really easily during sex??

──── blue salvia

ᯓ★ ── . summ. a plethora of feelings left unshared, he'll give it a feel.

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ director's note. thank you >< i rly like the way i styled alot of my stuff atm as well :)

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ pairings. kinich x fem!reader

ᯓ★ ── . warnings. nsfw, fem terms used, sex lol, overstim kink kinda, lowkey dacryphilia (but not the main point, might elaborate abt it on a diff post)

kinich knows how sensitive you are, especially to his touch. even so- he'll overstim you anyway.

but don't worry, he'll talk you through it. letting you stay in front of a nice mirror he bought just to show you off. making you watch how you react when your pretty little slit gets rubbed.

"hic kin- i-" you could barely speak, small tears running down your cheek, only for him to kiss them away. "shh shh.. I know.. you're doing great princess."

Incoherent babbles were the only things you could speak about as you leaned into his touch. you were sat down on his lap, legs pried open to let him get a perfect view of your hole sucking his fingers so nicely, so snug in your tight wet cunt.

and honestly, as much as possible, he slows down his pace. i'd say he's used to everything going quickly.

within the time that he's patient with you; he admires your features.

his eyes analyze your every emotion, watching how your eyebrows knit or how you squeeze your thighs around his head. maybe even the way you whine that he's doing too much.

but when you've been a little more than naughty that day..

"mhmm... oh? look at you.. begging me to overstimulate this pussy. so cute." he bluntly mocks into your face, making eye contact with your e/c orbs.

kinich likes to tie you up to the bedpost with the rope from his elemental skill, watching how you struggle to rid of them. a hand slid down your ass, caressing its softness- then giving it a slap.

"couldn't wait till home to let me fuck you sweet?" desire evident in his tone, he wasn't afraid to teach you who was supposed to keep you in place.

he licks his lips, looking back up at you, you were so pretty like this.. it's been a while since kinich last tasted your sweet cunt. he's scissors your hole wide open for his digits to finally enter. his head leans into to give your clit an oh so sweet kiss, before devouring it to its finest.

[accioscarheadthings]

I was wondering if you could do a Kenji Sato x a curvy goth girlfriend? I'd love to see how that dynamic would play out especially with Emi since the girlfriend looks absolutely terrifying but is actually a big sweetheart who just plays Emi lullabys using her guitar abs reads her Edgar Allan Poe Stories as bedtime stories

Yes, of course, love. I love writing about characters that give off black cat vibes but are a secret sunshine.

this turned out longer than i intended it to be 'cause i couldn't resist.

this was a bit rushed.

also you're my first request♡

I hope my writing lived up to your expectations. enjoy<33

Mama's here

pairing: kenji x gothic!curvy!gf!reader

this contains : fluff, reader and kenji parenting emi, use of petnames (baby, babe, sweetheart, mama)

summary: you help your boyfriend take care of the baby kaiju he took in, and surprisingly bonding well with the creature.

masterlist !

"okay, sweetheart, promise me that you'll not freak out," kenji stood behind you on the elevator that led to his basement, "and you won't be mad at me," he rested his hands on your sides, palm splayed on your love handles.

you gave him a suspicious look over your back, "kenji sato, what did you do?"

"nothin' mama," he kissed your cheek fondly, knowing how soft that nickname got you, "also remember, i love you so much,"

you stared at him for a moment longer, wondering what on earth he was about to reveal to you.

when the elevator doors opened, you were met with a pink baby gigantron in a giant glass cage. it had yellow fins on the sides of its face and the top of its head. plump cheeks, curved yellow beak and round eyes.

it was fast asleep, its chest rising and falling in even breaths. it shifted lightly in its sleep, beak opening and closing in a yawn and a low trill escaped its throat.

as for you, you were still in shock, "son of a bitch!" your mouth fell open.

"shh! you'll wake her up," kenji silenced you, placing his hands on your shoudlers.

"no wonder you were sweet-talking our way down here!" you glared at him, resting your hands at your hips.

"mina," kenji glanced at the ai hovering above you, "back me up, maybe,"

"i was mad when i found out as well. so you're on your own in this one, kenji," mina retorted.

"geez, way to throw me under the bus," he mumbled, throwing his hands up at his sides in exasperation. he stepped closer to you, "look, i didn't know what else to do, okay? her mother-" he halted, lowering his voice so the baby kaiju wouldn't wake, "her mother died when the kdf intervened and tried to take them both down,"

your furious stance dropped at his statement, expression clearing, "oh shit,"

"yeah," he winced, taking a step closer to you, "i couldn't leave her. and i also don't know how to raise a baby," he raised his eyebrows your way in emphasis.

"you think i do?"

"i'm thinking you can help," he spoke, "hands wrapping around your body, his palms running up and down your sides, "please mama?" he blinked down at you with those pleading eyes you could never say no to.

your face twisted in contemplation, as you watched the baby kaiju sleep peacefully. you couldn't deny the spark of affection bloom in you for it.

"alright," you agreed reluctantly.

"yes! thank you!" he sighed, kissing all over your face, and finally on your lips, mouth devouring yours.

your face scrunched up due to his actions, the corner of your lips curving up in a smile. you kissed him back affectionately, resting a palm on the side of his neck.

when kenji pulled back, you noticed your lipstick smeared over his mouth.

this time, you grinned fully.

"what?" he blinked at you cluelessly, his bangs falling over his forehead just right. he was so captivated by your grin that he mirrored you.

you thumbed the stain from his lower lip, "you're a messy kisser, love,"

colour rose to his cheeks as your thumb tugged at his tainted lips, "s'okay. i like it when you leave your mark on me,"

rolling your eyes, you pursed your lips, trying not to be affected by his words.

kenji beamed when pecked his cheek, his hands snaking around your body and finding his place on the soft skin of your waist.

next morning, kenji made the due introductions between you and emi, helping you both be at ease in each other's presence.

kenji chuckled, noticing the baby gigantron's wariness of you. he reached out a hand and spoke soothingly, trying to calm the little creature. "hey girl," he said softly, "it's okay. don't be afraid of y/n here. she's not gonna hurt you. she may look intimidating, but she's a big softie,"

"i'm not a softie," you deadpanned to the side of his face, sending a smoldering look his way.

the baby gigantron chirped weakly, her beady eyes scanning every inch of you in caution.

you stood there, trying to look as non-threatening as possible, despite your dark, gothic appearance. the baby gigantron continued to eye you with some trepidation, its tiny claws grounded to the floor of the basement.

kenji took your hand in his, making you stand in front of him adn ugided your movements, "see? she's a good person,"

the baby gigantron hesitated for a moment, her beady eyes darting back and forth between you and kenji, her eyes taking in your proximity. then, slowly but surely, she inched closer to your outstretched hand.

as the she padded cautiously toward you both, it let out a soft chirrup sound. she seemed intrigued by you, her wariness slowly melting away as she realized you was trustworthy.

kenji moved your hand slowly, maintaining a soothing tone as he made you gently stroke the baby gigantron's soft pink head.

she let out a soft, contented chitter in response, her round eyes closing briefly in delight.

kenji looked back at you with a small smile, "see, babe? she's warming up to you," he said, his voice hushed to avoid startling the creature.

you felt the tension escape you as the kaiju baby leaned into your touch, her body relaxed and trusting. she seemed to have completely forgotten its earlier apprehension of you.

"that's right," kenji urged, "it's just mommy," he referred to you, "she's not gonna hurt you,"

you gave him a weird look, "i'm not her mother, kenji!"

"i'm her daddy, which means you're her mommy,"

as you moved your hand, the baby gigantron perked up at the sound of your bracelet clinking against her head. her eyes widened with curiosity, and it made a soft, inquisitive sound in contemplation, tipping its head to the side.

she seemed to find the sound and the sensation of your touch amusing, and she continued to let you pet her without any further trepidation.

the baby gigantron let out a series of soft, playful chirps, her tiny claws gently batting at your bracelets as she sought to explore the shiny metallic objects even further.

you let out a chuckle at her adorable actions, giving into her as you shook your wrist playfully, making the charms on your wrist jingle with each other.

you were seated on the table at the far end of the basement, flipping through your guitar notes and arranging the sheets in order. 

"get back here," kenji panted, "right now, missy!" he was in ultraman form, struggling to grab hold of the baby kaiju, but she kept dodging him, running between his legs as she giggled her heart out.

kenji mostly took care of the bathing and burping part. while you handled feeding her, turning it into an airplane game.

the baby kaiju cooed at your antics, slowly getting closer to you that she needed to see you every day. you watched over her when kenji went for his games.

you both would watch the broadcast together; you would explain the game to her while the baby kaiju would listen to you in childlike wonder.

kenji came back home from a win, his legs moving as quick as possible as he enveloped you in a giant hug. he snuggled his face into your neck, letting out a breath of ease. you held him against your chest, one hand burying into the back of his head.

kenji struggled to balance baby kaiju care and baseball. without enough rest, he underperformed. but your companionship and support made days easier. your influence helped him manage his roles better and continue pursuing his passion for the game.

he mumbled a bunch of 'thank you' and 'couldn't have done it without you' against your neck, hands wandering your body, grabbing at the softness and worshipping you.

"you were amazing," you brought his face to yours, kissing his forehead in pride.

"mm, thanks babe,"

as you and kenji shared your loving words, the baby gigantron, who was watching intently, couldn't help but let out a soft, curious 'coo' sound.

the little creature seemed to be attracted by the affectionate exchange between you and kenji, drawn in by the gentle words and the laughter that accompanied it.

her beady eyes glittered with interest, and she inched closer to you both, her small paws making no sound on the smooth floor.

she seemed to be attempting to get a closer look at the interaction, intrigued by the emotional connection between you two.

when the baby kaiju fractured her hand after escaping the mansion, kenji called for his father, not knowing who else to ask for help.

professor sato greeted you when he noticed you at the baby kaiju's side, mumbling soothing words of comfort.

she whined at you in pain, eyes closing when you caressed the scales of her tummy. you felt your heart tug at the sight, "you poor thing. it's okay. everything will be okay,"

professor sato jerked her displaced bone back into place, causing her to screech in pain. the baby kaiju leaned into your touch, crying out into you.

professor sato had named the baby kaiju "emi," after his late wife, which added a special touch to the bond you and Kenji had formed with the small creature.

he kindly offered to assist you and his son in raising the tiny creature, knowing you both could use his expertise.

emi grew fond of your guitar sessions. whenever you strummed the strings, her gaze would fixate on you.

she loved it so much that she seemed to ditch her usual rhymes that frequently annoyed kenji.

she was completely enthralled by the music, captivated by the sound and the way your fingers moved across the instrument.

you would sit on the high rise stool with your legs crossed with your guitar nestled in your lap.

emi's eyes widened in amazement, her gaze fixed on your fingers as they moved across the strings, producing beautiful music.

she would clap her hands together in enjoyment, seated obidiently on the ground in front of you.

sometimes, you would lay on the floor on your back, your guitar resting against your chest. with a soft and contemplative expression, you began strumming random chords, creating an impromptu and soothing melody.

emi would be stretched out beside you in a similar manner, her tiny body imitating your position. her eyes fluttered shut, seemingly entranced by the sound of the guitar and the rhythmic strums of your fingers across the strings.

you also began to read bedtime stories to her, pulling out your collection of Edgar Allan Poe's short stories collection.

the lights in the dimly lit basement were on, but the atmosphere was serene and soothing. kenji walked in, letting out a yawn and taking in the scene before him.

you were leaning against emi's tummy, knees propped, while emi laid on her side behind you, her claw nail resting on your lap for you to hold. you read the story aloud for her while she trilled in relaxation.

"gothic horror, for a baby kaiju?" kenji questioned, "seems a bit intense, doesn't it?" he said, his tone teasing.

"what, she likes it," you shrugged, "don't you, honey?" you asked the kaiju baby.

emi cooed in reply, as if to agree with you.

"it may help her out when she gets to the wild," you added, "you'll never know,"

kenji approached you, shaking his head slightly in mock defeat. He knew he would never win against your arguments. he settled down on the floor next to you and laid his head in your lap, a small sigh escaping him.

you ran your fingers through his hair, continuing your story for your two babies.

soft snores reached your ear and you stopped reading out loud, smiling to yourself. the story had done its work and caused both emi and kenji to drift off.

you continued to run your fingers through Kenji's hair, your gentle touch lulling him further into relaxation.

soon enough, soft snores filled the room, signaling that both he and the baby kaiju were fast asleep.

emi curled her body, getting closer to you, while kenji passed out on your lap, face resting on your thick thighs.

a smile tugged at your lips as you realized that your story had worked its magic, sending both of your babies into a peaceful slumber.

you returned home after a few hours of running errands, feeling frustrated and annoyed due to a particular inconvenience that had occurred.

when you entered the manor, you were met with a mixture of distressed wails and hollering, followed by a loud crashing sound.

kenji approached you immediately, looking harried, "there you are. Emi has been crying nonstop since you left," he said, his voice taut with concern.

as if on cue, the mansion quaked, and the distant cries of emi echoed through the halls. you followed the sound down to the basement, where you found the baby kaiju in the middle of a tantrum.

her cries were loud and piercing, and she was swatting at everything around her in a fit of anger. it was clear that she was upset about your absence and was manifesting her feelings through the tantrum.

professor sato, with the help of a walking stick, approached you as you entered the basement. "hello, y/n," he greeted warmly.

when you replied, emi abruptly stopped crying and her beady eyes locked onto you.

professor sato chuckled, noticing how quickly she responded to your presence. "looks like you were what she wanted," he said with a smile and motioned for you to come closer.

emi squealed lowly as you got closer to her. she made grabby hands at you, face pouting and cheeks drawing downwards.

"emi, baby-" you let out a yelp of surprise as emi pulled you to her belly, holding you there delicately as she snuggled her pudgy cheek on your head.

you were pressed against her body, looking like a starfish, all splayed out. the affection from the kaiju baby melted your heart and you snuggled into her hold.

"it's okay, honey... uh, mama's here," you added hesitantly.

emi cooed and you smiled wide against her scaly tummy, letting her warmth embrace you.

[simpjaes]

mtl in hyungline to be into public (like actual public) sex

MTL: hyung line + to be into public sex

most

★ heeseung: oh, yeah for sure. he's more the type to fuck you right there on a kitchen table in the middle of a college party as a way to assert dominance. the type to fuck you on camera during a live on instagram, the type to bend you over and cover your mouth in a library, whispering words of "shh, no talking in the library babe." then immediately making you moan intentionally just so he can look another person in the eye while giving it to you juuuust right........oh man, fucking you in the back of his friend's car after a night out too....like yeah sunghoon looks in the rearview mirror and just sees straight pussy getting pounded by his shameless moaning best friend. heeseung is definitely risky enough to fuck you just about anywhere if he can get away with it without catching a charge

☆ jay: will absolutely fuck you on any date he takes you on. especially mid-day picnic dates, where you're isolated enough but passing cars and people out and about walking their dogs could easily tell if they look for longer than ten seconds. he's the type to pull you onto his lap and make you ride him, while the sun is warming up your skin and the breeze is giving you little goosebumps along with the way he ruts his hips up, trying to make it more than just cock-warming.

★ jake: probably prefers it to be more private because he's loud and wants you to be loud too. does not like having to be quiet. probably has gotten caught and banned from a store for fucking you in the dressing room lmfao. i don't think he'd be against car or bathroom fucks though, nor do i think he'd be against letting a third...or fourth...or fifth....watch him fuck you in the privacy of his own space.

☆ sunghoon: oh, you thought he would let people notice you getting fucked by him? absolutely not! he's the one that will stop anything and everything he's doing the second you tell him you're horny he could be mid-meeting at work and get a text from you with a picture of your fingers buried between your folds and he's like "sorry, my grandma just died" just so he can rush home and fuck you the way you need. there may be a rare occasion where he steals someone's room at a party to fuck you in their bed, or maybe behind a locked bathroom door, but yeah, no, he's not letting anyone see you like that. he's possessive, and doesn't need to boast about his girl by letting people watch him please you. they already know he fucks you good with the way you cling to him 24/7.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Desire

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Gwayne Hightower Couple - Gwayne X Reader (uncle and Neice) Reader - Y/n (Neice) Rating - 18+ Fondling/ fingering / nipple play/ nipple sucking / nudity/ incest/ forced orgasm/ Word Count - 1550

Requested -

Anonymous asked: can you please write a fic with reader x gwayne. reader is alicent's four daughter (daeron does not exist) and she was sent to old town. reader is now a grown woman, and uncle gwayne say he need to keep track of changes in her body. he need to watch her naked body everyday and touch it to make sure she's growing correctly, especially her breast that he grope and suck everyday. ofc reader let her beloved uncle do everything he wish 😩

Gwayne made his way through the Tower at Oldtown, taking the route he took most every morning. He arrived at her chambers and quickly opened the door heading in and closing it behind him.

“Y/n… Y/n? Where is my little princess?” He cooed,

The sound woke her, and Y/n sat up in her bed with a yawn.

“Ummm…. Good Morning,” She cooed,

“Good Morning My little princess,” he smiled,

Gwayne moved swiftly across the room and plated himself on her bed at her side, he took her hand as his eyes trailed to the thin white nightie biting back his desires.

“How did you sleep, Sweet girl?”

She nodded, “Very well, I had a dream,”

“Oh? Do tell,”

“About dragons,”

“Humm as you often do,” He chuckled squeezing her hand, “Come, come now, Y/n. We need to get you ready for the day don’t we?”

She nodded with a cheery smile,

“Come on then Little princess,” he smiled pressing a kiss to her forehead,

Y/n happily climbed out of bed and moved over to her dressing area beside her balcony doors. She stood on the little stool of a well-stained wood with green fabric cushioning, planting her feet on the stool firmly. Leaving her stood with her wooden changing screen behind her and three floor-length mirrors in front of her.

Gwayne went to the balcony opening the doors to let the morning air circulate before he came up behind her pushing the changing screen a little as he did almost sealing the area between screen and mirror to almost form a little room.

“You remember why we must do this?”

She nodded,

“Tell me,”

“We must check how I grow,”

“Yes we must little princess,” he cooed, “One day… soon I’m sure. You will be wed to a very high-ranking important lord. And if we want our little princess, to wed the handsomest, strongest, richest lord. We need to make sure every single man in the seven kingdoms…” his tone fell to a whisper, “Desires her.” He growled in her ear, “Every day we need to check and make sure you are… as beautiful as possible. Every inch, every hair, every mole. So we can make sure you’re desirable.”

“Yes, Uncle,”

“Now, let's have a look shall we little princess?”

She nodded without question,

He began with her hair, he slowly pulled the ribbons from her hair letting it fall, running his fingers through her locks as he undoes all the braids done the night before,

“Humm very beautiful, silky and smooth, perfect.” he cooed, “Good girl,” kissing her temple,

He moved to kneel in front of her his sly smile wide as he looked up at her, he rose one knee and tapped his thigh invitingly,

She nodded and moved her left foot up and onto his thigh,

He ran his fingers from her toes slowly and seductively up to her knee,

“Very smooth,” He cooed, “Very smooth indeed, you remember to scrub your legs in the bath every day my little princess?”

She nodded,

“Good girl,” he cooed, tapping her foot,

She changed over resting her left foot back on the stool and sitting her right on his thigh,

Once more he ran his hands over her from toe to knee, briefly brushing over a bruise on her ankle,

“Shh shh… another day or so and that’ll be all better,” he cooed, “Good girl little princess,” he cooed tickling her foot before he stood again, he looked very closely at her face caressing her cheek, “Very beautiful, lovely and cute.” he kissed her nose, But his sly smile grew as he circled her stopping behind her and nuzzling her neck, “Now… let's have a nice look,” he said as his fingers toyed with the string that laced up her nightie,

“Yes Uncle,” She nodded,

He bit his lip before he pulled at the string, slow and seductively unlacing her dress, he pulled it off her shoulders and pushed it from her hips letting it pool around the stool on the floor. He looked at her, in the mirrors his hands cradling her waist, “You… get more beautiful everyday little princess,” he growled, He began to slide his hands across her skin, over every inch, stroking her thighs, her hips, her arms, her stomach measuring her with his hands, constantly muttering compliments in her ear calling her beautiful between kisses, “Now this is a body, that a god would desire.” he barked in her ear, his hands stroked her thighs delicately slipping up to her hips and he took a step back to admire her ass, “Bend.” He demanded,

She nodded and bent over showing off her ass far better,

He tried to hold back his groan as his hands cupped her cheeks and smoothly fondled her ass, he chuckled a little and growled, “Touch your toes.”

Y/n obeyed “Yes uncle,” And bent over touching her toes leaving her completely exposed to him,

He bit his lip hard and spread her cheeks baring her utterly to him, “Beautiful little princess, a very pretty ass, good for a good smack,”

She giggled slightly but jolted as he smacked her hard on her ass, “Ooh-”

“Your husband will want that, he’ll love to spank and slap your pretty ass when you walk with him, and you’ll barely leave a room without a good smack,” He chuckled, “Stand up, nice and tall.” He cooed,

Y/n stood tall once more,

Gwayne wrapped his arms around her waist and ran his fingers under her breasts, his breath hot against her ear as he slipped up to cup her breasts in each hand, “Ohhh yes… so beautiful little princess… so very very beautiful,” he growled, “Any man in the seven kingdoms would adore to come home after a long ride and cup these, massage them in his hands and relax,” He groaned as he began to grope her breasts squeezing them and juggling the weight of each in his hands, he licked his lips as he watched her nipples get hard from the cold morning air and his relentless attention, “There we go, nice and perky,” he cooed tugging on her nipples a little to make them as hard as possible,

Y/n gasped,

“Umm, that feel nice?”

She nodded, “Yes Uncle,”

“It should now let me hear you.” he cooed as he rubbed her nipples between his thumb and index finger rolling them between them,

“Ughhh!” She gasped her hips arching up,

“Ummm good girl,” he growled kissing her neck rather aggressively, he was holding back the burning desire to give her a hickey, But he broke away and moved in front of her, “Let’s test them,” he growled kissing down her neck and taking her left nipple between his lips, he began to suck and lap his tounge against the tender skin,

“Ughhhh! Uncle!” She softly moaned,

He sucked harder groping her right breast as he worked, swirling his tounge around her apex and suckling on her like a babe

“Ughhh ughhhh! Uuuuhhh!” She threw her head back as she moaned,

He finally released her nipple but not for long, “You need to practice little princess, for when your husband and your little babies want to enjoy these, you need to learn not to be so… sensitive.” as he simply moved to her right nipple and did the same licking and sucking,

“Uhhhhhhh! Uncle! Please!” She squealed,

He finally pulled back and smirked down at her, his hand slipping down from her breast and sliding down her stomach dipping between her legs, he ran his fingers over her folds and sunk deep inside her,

“Ughhh! Uncle!” She screamed as his finger slid inside her,

“Very good princess,” he cooed, “Very wet, very warm, just as it should.” he nodded as he began to thrust his finger inside her,

Y/n moaned and screamed dripping down her legs,

Which only made Gwayne chuckle smugly, his other hand came to rub against her clit leaving her utterly at his mercy as she moans and screams, her toes curling as he gets faster and faster, he slowly adds more and more fingers until his left hand is fingering her knuckles deep on three fingers and two fingers rub her clit hard and fast, her juices dripping off his fingers as he works,

“Uncle… uncle… please I-” she begged but it was already too late,

Y/n came screaming his name as she squirted down his hand,

Gwayne slows his hands letting her ride out her orgasm as long as he could before he slips his hands away and licks his fingers clean in front of her,

Y/n gasps and struggles to even stand after all that,

But Gwayne takes her by the hand and pushes her palm to his hard bulge, “You see that little princess? Do you feel how hard it is? Feel how it throbs?”

“Yes, Uncle,”

“That is what you do to a man,” He cooed, “Any man who sees you feels like this, they desire you… as do I.” he growled, “Go get dressed now Little princess, we’re all done for this morning.”

“Yes Uncle,” Y/n nodded as she moved off her stool to begin her day as always.

[pearlzier]

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"do i have to?" matt begrudingly peels himself away from your body, heaving himself out of the bed. "yes, you do," he was dramatic, you knew that well, the pout adorning his lips telling you exactly how he felt about having to get up out of bed as opppsed to getting to cuddle with you all day. you watch as he trudges to the bathroom, but you smile as he calls out—

"join me?" a cheeky smirk plays on his lips when he glances back at you, and he wiggles his brows. you can't say no to that face, you realise, and a sigh slips past your lips when you, yourself, too get out of bed. "fine," pointing a finger at him playfully, you turn to fix the bed before you follow him to the bathroom.

you realise he's already ridden himself of his clothes, perhaps the eagerness of getting you in there with him getting him to speed up more than usual. you manage to get a glimpse of him from the mirror, and the little boyish smile he gives you when he catches your gaze. and then his brows raise, as if imploring you to hurry up. a giggle slips past his lips, eyes rolling. "you're so slow, you can't keep a guy waitin' this long, baby," he says matter of factly, running his fingers through his hair.

"we need to do patience training," you mumble as you shed yourself of your (his) shirt, slipping it onto the counter before ridding yourself of your pajama shorts and underwear, placing those with the shirt too. once you're certain you're done with the clothes and putting them away, you hop into the shower with matt, and catch his eye, but not for long.

in an almost pavlovian response, he rakes his gaze over your body with a flutter of his lashes when you step under the hot water, the steam fogging the shower door. matt swallows thickly, licking his lips, at the sight of you, as you do under his gaze, and the two of you just look at eachother for a moment. god, he thinks you're perfect. "see something you like?" you offer, baiting him, and he knows you are, but he takes it anyway.

"is it bad if i do?" matt groaned, hands reaching out to grasp at your hips, gently kneading and squeezing at the flesh as he drags you closer into his body. his cheeks flush, and he swallows hard, eyes flickering over you. "'cause i do," he mumbles, feeling how heavy his breathing is, knowing you can feel it too. he feels exposed under your gaze, even if he literally is exposed. "can't keep my eyes off you.."

you feel him urge your hips with a little nudge, and you turn, letting him back you up against the wall of the shower, finding yourself trapped between the tile and him. "yeah?" you ask coyly at his words, lashes fluttering whilst your chest rose and fell in gentle breaths. running a hand down his chest, feeling how slick with water it is, a low moan slips past your lips. his eyes darken a little at the feeling, and he bites back a whine.

"yeah," he drawls out, eyes locked on yours. "such a pretty girl," he tilts his head back as he swallows and tries to control himself, but his body has other ideas, clearly, as he feels heat travel downwards. meanwhile, matt tilts his head to the side a little, taking you in, and now you feel exposed under his gaze. he admires every inch of you, unable to believe he's this lucky. "turn around f'me, angel," he murmurs, brows raising expectantly as he did so.

you're biting back a soft sound when he asks you that, especially when he licks his lips after, and you nod obediently, doing as he asked. your body presses against the wet wall, tits pressed against the warm surface, a sight matt can't look away from for a moment, before he snaps out of it and looks back up at you with a shaky exhale. closing the gap between you, he steps closer, letting his front press against your back. "matt," you start, words low and needy when you feel his cock against your thigh, but his words soon quiet you. "shh, i know. god, baby.." his breath blows hot against your neck, overwhelming with the already hot shower, mouth grazing your skin.

his hands gently find your body, snaking around you to your front where they find purchase on your chest, cupping your tit and kneading it. you whine softly at the touch, your cheek pressing against the wall whilst you shut your eyes. his body against yours, his slow rutting against your ass, his hands on you like that. you're done for. "so pretty, princess.." he mumbles as he plays with your tits, giving them gentle squeezes before he lets go.

"mmh.." your pretty sounds make him groan, and his hand slowly traces down your stomach, fingers soon reaching your hips then your thighs. matt nuzzles his head into your shoulder gently, murmuring, "can i try something, angel?"

you're so warm, you don't even register his question for a moment. it takes you a second, but you nod, "can try anything you wanna." the water is so hot, he's so hot, both ways, and it's overwhelming in the best way possible for the both of you. "yeah? that's it," he smiles softly, a satisfied hum rumbling in his chest at your words. his hand continues its downward journey till his fingers brush over your heat, gently spreading your folds, but with intent.

he's sucking a bruise into your neck when he slowly pushes his fingers into your wet cunt, the squelch drawing a soft sigh from his lips. "there's my girl," he mutters, "always so good for me," you're so tight, he has to slowly ease his fingers in against the faint resistance. you're practically melting into the wall, becoming one with it, trying to brace yourself as best as you can. "ah, matt.." you squirm, and at that, matt presses his body against you once more to hold you in place.

a growl leaves him once he can finally move his fingers when you've adjusted, slowly pumping in and out of you as his thumb slides up to your clit to rub in gentle, but firm circles. "can feel you squeezing around my fingers, baby," he sounds awed, in awe of you and your body. "yeah? that's it.." your thighs clamp around his hand, and a low chuckle escapes him at how needy you are, to keep him there, to get off.

"so perfect for me," matt groans out as he scissors his fingers, pumping them a little faster with every wet sound of your cunt. "such a perfect girl," his thumb continues its motions on your clit, a little firmer now. his chest rises and falls in quick breaths, his cock throbbing against your ass. he can't help the soft ruts he makes against the plush flesh, his eyss fluttering down to it for a moment before back on your face again. "can feel you squeezin' again, angel, you close, huh? gonna come all over my fingers?"

he coos playfully, sucking a dark mark the skin of your neck with little nibbles as his fingers thrust in and out of you quickly. the pace had picked up, causing you to cry out. thank god for the running water or else you might've been heard. "gonna come.." you mumble shakily, words soft and needy. "gonna come, gonna come, mmh, oh my god, matt—" your words become unintelligible the further and deeper his fingers go, and you feel a familiar knot in your abdomen begin to burst.

"i've got you, come for me, angel, that's it.." he holds you up, supporting your thighs as you gush on his fingers. "holy shit," you breathe out instantly. his eyes fluttering down to the sight. an awed laugh slips past his lips and he sighs dreamily, "that.. was fuckin' amazing," he can't help himself, as he slowly eases his fingers out of you. he brings them to his lips, cleaning them off with his tongue. the eroticism of it all makes you feel like you could pull off another ten of those in quick succession.

"need you," you gasp out softly once you've recovered, eyes lifting to his. his eyes meet yours soon after, and he smiles softly, leaning against you as he nods. "i know, baby.. need me so bad, don't you?" his hands slip over your thighs again, "i wanna ruin you," he coos, coaxing your thighs to spread as he flutters his gaxe over you. "atta girl, there we are.."

running his hands down his stomach, he wraps his hand around the base of his cock, giving it a slow, languid pump as a groan slips past his lips. his free hand runs to your front, back to your chest, and he squeezes warmly. "relax for me," he felt how tense you were, needing him so bad, and he needed you to calm down a little before he gave you what both of you wanted. "okay? there you go," he shifts closer, guiding the tip of his cock to your hole, smacking the head against you gently before he slowly pushed in, groaning softly.

you make the prettiest sound when he slides in, his cock stretching your pussy perfectly as you try to adjust to him. even if you two had done this plenty of times, you never really got used to him, he was just so good. "matt, holy.." you grunt out, "fuck," you gasp after. your lashes flutter, chest rising and falling in quick, heavy breaths. matt lets his forehead rest against your shoulder, nuzzling into you as he bottomed out.

"like this pussy was made for me," matt coos softly into your year as he pounded into you, the sounds of wet skin slapping against eachother resonating throughout the shower. he grasps your hips tightly, holding the two of you up. "taking me so well, that's it, god," the sounds are obscene, especially the ones coming from your mouth. his hands squeeze tightly at your thighs after a moment where he mutters, "turn around, wanna see your face." he leans back a bit, aiding your movement before his gaze meets yours, a coy smile playing on his lips. "matt," you blubber, seeing him only making that familiar knot grow tight once more.

"there she is, hi, pretty girl.." he cups his hand under your knee while he hooks your thigh over his hip, driving his cock deeper with the new position. he rested his forehead against yours, eyes locked on yours with every thrust. lifting his hand to your chest, he circles his thumb over your nipple and pinches gently, cooing. "so tight, squeezin' the life out of me, like that.."

he shifts his weight, hiking your other leg over his hips, before he purrs softly, "hold on tight for me, huh? got a lot more left for you, angel."

a/n ☆ erm got a lil carried away but i like this a lot :3

taglist ★ @onlynextdoor , @junnniiieee07 , @st7rnioioss ۫ .

[hees-mine]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲? 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤! - 𝐋.𝐡𝐬

𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 ⚥ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, pregnancy.

“Goodnight, my little sweat pea,” Heeseung whispers while you both exit your two-year-old daughter's bedroom after reading her a nighttime story. “Come on, babe, let’s get ready for bed.” You nod as he puts his arm around the small of your back, guiding you to the bathroom.

Making your way over to the bathroom counter, you grab your toothbrush and wet it under the running sink.

Meanwhile, heeseung stands a bit further away from you, looking at your reflection in awe, looking at you like it was his first time seeing you, and he doesn’t even try to hide his smile or shameless stare.

You’re unaware of his gaze until he sneaks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing soft kisses all over your beautiful neck. “Hee, what are you doing that tickles?” you say while giggling.

“You’re so cute,” he mumbles on your neck, trailing his hands down to your stomach, rubbing your tummy as if you were pregnant. “Baby,” he murmurs softly, placing another kiss on your neck before asking you something he’s been meaning to for a while now. “Let’s make another.” he moves to your ear, nibbling on it softly. 

“Hee, I don’t know,” you say, a little apprehensive. You were both already taking care of a small child, and you didn’t know how you’d be able to take care of another, especially a newborn.

“Shh Shh Shh.” he trails his hands up and down your sides, squeezing softly as he stands tall behind you and looks at your face in the mirror. “Hear me out on this. First off, little sweet pea can have a playmate. Second, you’ll have more company in the house while I’m out, and I get to take care of you for nine whole months. And I know you love it when I treat you like a queen,” he smiles. At you before pecking your cheek. “Plus, we’re already doing such a great job with our first little one.” 

He was right you know he’s right and even you were thinking about it lately you definitely wanted to have another baby with him and grow your tiny little family together. “Hmm, I suppose you’re right.” You place your hands over his that are now resting on your belly.

“You sure baby? I don’t want you to feel like I’m persuading you. It’s just I think there’s more upsides than downsides, you know?” He explains.

“I’m sure, hee I’ve been thinking about it too.” you turned your head to the side, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

“That makes me so happy,” he grins widely, and you can’t help but smile along with him. “My pretty girl,” he steals another kiss from your hands, going to your waist as he takes a step forward, pressing himself against you as a little preview of what you’re going to get later on. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant again,” he whispers softly and slowly withdraws himself from your frame. 

You can’t help but blush at his words as you both finish getting ready for bed.

After you both cleaned up, you went to your bedroom, and it didn’t take either of you long to get in the mood. Heeseung’s lips were already on yours in a messy, rushed kiss as he desperately gripped your sides and made out with you like he hadn’t in months. “I can’t wait to feel you,” he says it so casually while taking off his shirt, and you wonder how he could say something like that so easily cause you were short-circuiting from his words, not to mention the way he looked stripping off his shirt and pants he was driving you crazy, and you barely even touched him. “Baby number 2 on the way,” he laughs and lifts up the hem of your shirt. Your arms go up instantly, helping him take off your clothing, and he bites his lip when he sees that you are braless. He knew you went to sleep every night without one, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t always just as surprised when he saw you without it. “I have such a beautiful wife,” he leans in, bringing you closer to his chest, pressing another soft kiss to your lips, and when he pulls away, he looks completely drunk off the sight of you.

You whine impatiently, already a throbbing mess down there, as you cup his hardened length that was straining against his boxer briefs. 

The soft moan he lets out is enough to have you clenching around nothing, and you love the sounds he makes for you so much.

“Babe, I really don’t want to rush this, but I feel like my head is gonna explode if I don’t feel you soon,” he says almost painfully as he closes his eyes and rests his forehead against yours, trying to take deep, calculated breaths to calm himself down. 

You were not much better. It seemed like, after the mention of trying for another baby, you two just couldn’t control yourselves. “Me too, hee,” you whimper breathlessly.

“Glad I’m not the only one.” You both break into a fit of giggles, but it’s short-lived cause his hands soon find the waistband of your underwear and easily slip them down your legs while you do the same with his boxers.

You both step out of the last article of clothing, and he lifts you up gently, laying you down on the bed as he climbs over you. It doesn’t take you even a second to wrap your legs and arms around him, trapping him against your body. “Kiss me.” You don’t have to tell him twice before he’s attaching his lips to yours. Your tongues swirl together as you both hum in contentment, feeling somewhat level-headed now that you can actually feel feel each other.

Rotating his hips, he presses himself into you a bit more to run his length along your wetness, soaking his shaft in your beautiful essence.

“Hee,” you break away from the kiss in need of air because the feeling of him on top and rubbing against you was too much for you to handle.

“I love when you call my name like that.” he moves his head down to your chest, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses all over your perky mounds.

This man really wasn’t helping your situation. It’s like he didn’t know the effect he had on you. He was literally driving you insane. 

He puts his hand between your legs, propping himself up so he can stimulate you more before entering you, but that wasn’t necessary, especially this time around.

“Hee, please, just” he blushed at your bluntness, and without any hesitation, he held the base of his cock, aligning himself at your hole and easing inside you slowly. 

“Oh-“ his words get stuck in his throat the moment his tip touches your opening, and he can’t stop himself from pushing in deeper and deeper. The slide is like nothing he’s ever felt before, and he can’t quite comprehend how you feel better each time he has you. “Mmm babe,” his brows creased together, mouth parted in a silent moan. The only thing coming out was labored breaths as he once again had to calm himself cause he felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest from the sheer intensity of love and pleasure he felt.

You moan his name, your face mirroring his as you both stare into each other's eyes at a complete loss of words from the pleasure between your bodies and when he starts slowly thrusting, you both lose it.

He buries his face in the pillow next to your head, and you opt to kiss and nibble on his shoulder, attempting to quiet your sounds.

With every stroke, he whimpers in your ear, and with every whimper of his, you clench around him. His sounds of ecstasy always made you go so crazy. Everything about him was literally perfect. 

“Can’t wait to get you pregnant again,” he moans, and you feel him shudder above you. “Fill you up with my cum breed this pussy till you’re full of our baby.” 

Your eyes roll back in your head from his words. It was the perfect amount of sweetness mixed with burning desire. 

“You want that too, yeah? Gonna cream your pussy so good round after round stuff you so full of my cum you’ll have no choice but to get pregnant.” 

He balls up the sheets in his fist, grinding against your clit with every single move, and you swear you’re in heaven. “Yes hee, please fill me up,” you beg for him. “Wanna feel you cum deep inside of me. Make me pregnant.” You dig your nails into his back, trying your best to hold in your sounds, but it’s so hard that a few start moans fall from your lips.

“Fuck baby, shh,” he moans, shifting his head to press a few little pecks on the side of your lips, barely able to control his sounds from your words. “Can’t wake our little sweet pea.” propping himself up, he cups your right breast in his hand, massaging your erect nipple with his thumb, and when another moan dares to escape you, you hold it in and instead capture his lips in a proper kiss cause if you didn’t you wouldn’t be able to keep quiet.

The feeling of his soft lips working against your own and the slow yet rough strokes of his cock caressing your walls had you coming undone in seconds. He didn’t need a warning. He could already tell you were close, and the messy kisses, muffled whimpers, and uncontrollably spasming around his cock was the sign for him to let go and fill you to the brim with his seed so he could make his precious little wife pregnant. 

He moans into the kiss pumping you full of his cum, endless ropes of pearly white coating your insides and hitting your cervix.

Pulling away from the kiss, he whines, still throbbing inside you with each drop of cum he deposits. “I love you so much.” he wraps his arms around you as you tremble in his hold, still trying to process the intense orgasm that seemed to go on forever. 

“Love you too so much, seungie.” his eyes reflect yours, and they’re filled with nothing but love as he kisses you and once again leaves you breathless. You swear he’ll be the death of you.

He pulls out slowly, laying on his side of the bed while pulling you up to his chest and stroking your tummy. “I’m so excited,” he smiles vibrantly even after that intense love-making session.

“Seung, we don’t even kno-“ he holds his finger up to your mouth, shushing you.

“We are,” he smiles. “I can feel it, you’ll see,” he says confidently.

He kisses your forehead, and silence ensues for all of a minute. “What if we’re having twins?” You could literally feel how fast his heart was beating in his chest at the thought of having twins.

“Seung, please don’t get your hopes up.” You stroke his chest softly, but he’s definitely not listening to you.

“Think about it! Matching outfits, cute little family photos, they’ll be each other's best friends.” he sounds so excited that you can’t help but feel excited, too, and that idea sounded great.

And not only did it sound great, it was great cause here you both are a little over a year down the road, heeseung’s right and left arms holding his two baby twins while little sweet pea dangled off his leg. “Babe! A little help!” he shouts from the living room, and you come running out of the kitchen to help him carry the two boys while he picks up his daughter. “Thank you.” he smiles brightly and huffs out an exhausted breath after taking care of them all morning while you made breakfast.

“You’re welcome, love.” You smile and kiss his cheek, and the sight of you holding the two boys makes him melt. 

“Babe, what if we have another?” 

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[binsito]

warning: usage of the words "good girl", "princess", unprotected sex, semi public sex, slight exhibitionism, jealous!hyunjin

hyunjin had enough of this damn cocktail party.

he knew it was the professional thing to do: show up, be cordial and be supportive of his beautiful girlfriend who had worked her ass off to be in the position she was in today.

he was proud of you, to say the least.

watching you sip an alcoholic beverage, with a smile on your face as you chatted away with a person standing in front you.

things were going fine, however the night turned sour when a guy you worked with could not make it any more obvious that he was hitting on you.

hyunjin didn't like that one bit.

especially not when he was standing right next to you, glaring at the dumbass in hopes he would get the hint and get lost.

was he also this brazen when hyunjin wasn't around?

did he always pester you or was the liquid courage making him ballsy?

hyunjin would be damned if he thought he was going to let this slip.

absolutely not.

and the guy was quick to notice that your drink was almost up, offering to get you another one from the bar.

you being the sweet coworker you were, felt it was rude to deny him so you gave him your drink order and he quickly made a beeline to the bartender.

hyunjin wanted to laugh in his face.

did he ever in a million years think he had a shot with you?

of course not!

you were hyunjin's and hyunjin was yours, end of story. hyunjin would never let you go without a fight, which he was convinced he'd prevail from.

god, he was absolutely sick of this fool. who did he even think he was? being so painfully bold in front of him, had he no shame?

frustration and rage was coursing through hyunjin's veins. he swore he wasn't one to get jealous and act out but this guy was going to be an exception.

you hadn't even being paying much attention, staring around at people mingling with your empty glass in hand when you felt hyunjin grab your arm and tug you through the crowd of people.

"hyune? where are we going?" you asked, following him without hesitation because maybe it was important.

sometimes he had moments where he needed to step out for some air if the room became too stuffy so you figured it was one of those instances.

but he didn't answer you, and he didn't step outside either.

instead he pulled you into the restroom, not even caring to lock the door behind him, pressing you into the sink and kissing you deeply as he took the glass from your fingers and set it down.

"h-hyune.. w-wait baby.. w-what's wrong?" you said between kisses, but you already had a feeling of what was boiling inside of him.

he shushed you as he kissed down your neck, squeezing your sides tightly, smiling to himself slightly because he knew that idiot could only dream of having you like this, and a dream could not do the real thing any justice to be quite honest.

"b-baby what if someone-"

at the moment, he didn't give much of a shit if someone heard, if someone wondered where you had run off to.

he flipped you over, you facing yourself in front of the mirror. you both already looked a little disheveled and it made you worry about stepping out there again later looking like a mess.

hyunjin fumbled with his pants, pulling his cock out over his slacks just enough. he bunched your dress up to your waist and moved your panties to the side, watching as a string of your arousal connected your cunt to the fabric.

"god, princess.. you're so wet for me.. you like being naughty huh?" he kissed the shell of your ear, nibbling on your lobe gently.

"we don't have much time to waste kay? look at me.. eyes on me." he instructed, nimble fingers rubbing you a bit while he stroked his cock, lining it up with your entrance

"h-hyune baby-" he quickly covered your mouth as he pressed his cockhead inside of you. you gripping the sink in hopes of somehow grounding yourself but you already felt so weak.

"shh shh.. just take it baby.. i know you can be good and take it.. eyes on me remember?"

you nodded, your eyes meeting his through the mirror, his gaze lustful as he pressed another inch inside of you.

fuck, you already felt so full of him, clenching around his length because the situation was turning you on more than you'd like to admit.

once he bottomed out, you arched your back, his hand still on your mouth to stifle your moans as he began to pound into you. his other hand came up to grab a fistful of your hair, gripping it tightly as he held your head back for him.

he wanted to make sure you saw him ruining you, that he was the one fucking you good. that piece of shit had nothing on him, he was the one who made your knees buckle, that could pull the prettiest moans from you, that got to kiss and squeeze every inch of your body.

"i'm gonna fuck you good but you have to promise to keep my cum tonight okay?" he grunted, you could only nod against his hand, trying so hard to keep your eyes open and not roll them to the back of your head.

"good girl.. that's right baby.." he breathed out.

you both could feel your orgasms approaching, hyunjin trying his best to hold you up while also trying to keep his own composure.

the chatter outside was thankfully suppressing the noise coming from you two but it wasn't very helpful in warning you when someone was nearby.

the door handle twisting and opening to reveal the guy who had been flirting with you. drink in his hand as his jaw dropped at the sight in front of him. seems he had been looking all over the place for you to continue his pathetic scheme and to hand you the liquor he oh so kindly had gotten you.

"close the door, can't you see we're fucking busy?" hyunjin growled out at him, not relenting his pace. you furrowing your eyebrows as you felt yourself start to cream around hyunjin's cock. it was too fucking much, you couldn't hold yourself back anymore.

he quickly closed the door and ran off.

hyunjin smirked, feeling his ego swell. stilling his hips to let his cum shoot deep inside you, not a drop would go to waste.

"remember.. you're keeping it all in okay? gonna fuck it deeper when we get home."

please refrain from reposting, modifying, translating, copying or stealing my work. - © binsito

[dmitriene]

THOUGHTS ABOUT SIMON SPOTTING YOU IN THE STOCKINGS.

cw: fluff, comfort, slighty suggestive, established relationship, reader described as having a kind of thick thighs and wearing a skirt, touching, kissing, mentions of being horny, hints on female anatomy, slightly posessive behavior, possible dirty talk, pet names, praises, possible lack of dialogues. pairing: bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

you took them out only to take a couple of photos, they were already lying idle in the bottom drawer of the closet, bought once for some cute images, and eventually forgotten forever, so why not use them at least for cute photos in socials?

the black thin fabric felt pleasant and almost weightless on the skin when you put each leg in turn into the stocking, pulling each one up the thigh as carefully as possible so as not to tear and fixing them on your plush, thick thigh, adjusting them so that they did not curl up and also straightening them with your fingers convex, small bows matching the color of translucent fabric, slightly silky to the touch and looking charming in combination with a skirt worn with them.

you leisurely take your phone from the edge of the large bed, pressing the power button with your finger and swiping the touch screen to the side to open the camera, turning it from your face with a soft smile before pointing it at the long, standing mirror on the floor, coming closer to it and pushing a round rug nearby with an outstretched leg, allowing yourself to prepare a comfortable place and sit in front of the mirror on bent knees.

the soft pile of the carpet feels extremely comfortable under your knees as you wiggle your butt slightly, making yourself as comfortable as possible and allowing your thighs to appear even softer and thicker, causing the elastic at the ends of your stockings to slightly dig into your skin when you lift your phone camera to cover your face, but capture a charming image and cute stockings, gradually changing your position and stretching your legs with each frame, showing the semi transparent fabric and cute bows.

photo shoot captivates you so much that you become completely insensitive to the outside world, focusing on the phone screen and starting to flip through what you have already photographed in order to weed out unsuccessful shots in advance, not hearing how the door to the bedroom quietly opens after a couple of quiet steps in the apartment corridor, for the first time simon is greeted by such unexpected silence, making him only slightly worried before he finally notices you in front of the mirror, suddenly stopping in the middle of the room at the sight.

simon would like to cough, but noticing how you furrow your eyebrows and pout your lips in concentration, focusing on your business, he decides to silently watch, squinting his eyes in a smile and quietly taking off his mask, throwing it on the bedside table and returning his dark glance at you, watching as you lift the phone back up, probably to take more photos, and he seizes the moment to perform a small, innocent prank.

there were a lot fewer photos after deleting most of them, but you still had a lot of time, or so you thought until you pointed the phone in front of you and turned it on, practically jumping off the floor when you noticed the wide chest behind you and the slight smile on someone else's chiseled face, before you realize that it’s simon, especially when his hands rest on your thighs, as soon as he kneels behind you, hands slightly creeping under your thin skirt and squeezing the plush skin, digging his fingers into, and when you seemed about to protest, he purrs, more like growls, pressing his unmasked face into your neck, kissing

— “shh, lovie, continue to take your cute pics, yeah?„

you try to look at him over your shoulder, but you fail, only earning a small bite on your neck in response and feel how his muscular chest is pressing into your back more, so you obediently do what you were doing earlier, make yourself more comfortable on your bent knees and straighten your back slightly, taking pictures once, twice, while simon's bare, rough palms fidget on your thighs, squeezing the flesh, touching the stocking and running his fingers under it, which makes you whine, fidgeting again and lowering the phone, looking at him through the mirror

— “si.. stop.. you're — you're teasing me„

he grumbles, running his nose from your pulse point to the curve of your shoulder, lifting his gaze with a flutter of light eyelashes to look back at you, his hands slowly part your legs and you give in without the slightest tremble, the fabric of your skirt falling carefully into the empty space between your legs, blocking the view of your underwear as one of his hands picks up your phone and lifts it back to face level, continuing to knead your thigh with his free hand, running his fingers under your stocking.

possessively, you can feel the desire to demonstrate who has the right to touch you like that in his touches, when his fingers leave light pinkish marks, and his lips find the line of your jaw, kissing airily and softly, right in the moment when your face takes on a languid, slightly fuzzy look, eeverything from his mere presence, from touches that are dangerously close to where it pulsates in search of his touch, and he makes a couple of bold taps on the screen, capturing the moment, throwing away the phone immediately after, so that he can reach for your chin with his fingers, focusing your attention on his face, it takes just a few touches and you are already all dumb for him, falling into this abyss even deeper when he growls contentedly, thin pale lips slowly forming into a wide grin

— “good girl you are, now i won' you on the bed, no fricking clothes, jus' this cute little attribute, mhm?„

all that comes out of your mouth is a quiet hum and a slow, confused nod, his fingers snapping against the elastic of your stocking, causing elastic to touch your skin with a slight slap, adjusting it back into place before hauling you off the floor and into his strong arms with a slight flex of his muscles, the phone is forgotten on the floor, when simon arranges you on the soft sheets, watching your plush flesh jiggle as soon as your body falls apart on the softness under you, and your gaze meets his, ardent, languid, you look tenderly and with expectation, causing his cooing words as his knee hits the mattress

— “good, good girl, looking so pretty, and all for me„

maybe it's worth buying a few more stockings, since these ones will probably be in a sorry state by the end of the day ;)

[mysticallystilinski]

Anakin but with the shower scene from life is a house?😈😈

𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐲

(𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - anakin just wanted a nice, hot shower to himself, but then you decided to make your way in. how would he relieve himself then?

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 0.9k

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 - modern!au, whiny anakin, (life as a house) but more explicit, oral male!receiving, whimpering (shh tons of it).

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anakin’s shower was running hot, and very steamy. it had been a long day of training physically and he needed to relieve some stress. the water pounded down onto his back, and dropped down ever so slightly. he groaned as the water turned hotter, and began to make him quiver.

he had been showering at your house for a couple of days, as his shower was based outside at his dads house. per usual, it was friday, which meant your hair washing day. you knocked on the bathroom door in urgency as you wanted to get in the shower as quick as possible. “anakin.. ANAKIN, are you in there”, quickly followed with no response by him.

music was slightly playing, but the undertones sounded almost like a whimper. you contorted your head in confusion as the groans got louder. you decided to unlock the door using the key aboveboard, and try to get him out yourself. barging through the door, you saw anakin in the shower, completely nude.

“anakin, are you almost done”, you spoke while walking towards the curtain. he jumped at the sound of your voice, and immediately tried to cover himself. “don’t worry, you can really see through all this steam”, you giggled. your fingers interlocked with the curtain, and slowly pulled it back making his eyes lock with yours.

“you know, do you just barge in all the time”, he finally responded. giggling, you slowly walked up the the mirror and caught him checking you out in the reflection. “i mean sometimes, especially if i like the view”. anakin’s demeanor changed completely at the sound of your flirting. you slowly pulled down your pants, with your underwear entangled into them.

staring into the reflection, you stripped yourself of your t-shirt and bra. making your way over to the curtain, you caught anakin trying to look away from you. “i need to wash my hair”, you said. he just nodded in reply, and turned the other way. you stepped into the direct path of water, and felt a chill go down your spine.

“do you always leave the water this cold ani?”, you asked questionably. “are you joking? it’s almost boiling point”, he replied. despite his argues, you turned the heat to an even hotter point. “oops..”, you laughed. he gazed in the direction of the mirror before completely shutting the curtain. “are you sure you like boys?”, you asked while turning to face him.

his face contorted into a confused look. “i don’t”. at this time, you were now confused. “like obviously i don’t”, he said while pointing down to his obvious boner. he slightly bit his lip as your eyes made their way down to his bulge. quickly, your eyes met his again as you turned around for the water to hit your chest.

at once, you felt his hands grip your waist, and pull your body against his. “an- ani, what are you doing?”. he didn’t reply, but placed sloppy kisses down your neck. you gasped as he went lower, and eventually hit your sensitive collarbone. you took a step forward, and reversed your body so it would face him.

“if you wanted me to suck you off, you could’ve just said that”, you commented at his actions. his eyes widened slightly, but then he turned his head in a devilish glance. “you’d want to?”. you nodded in reply at his words. as soon as you have consent, he placed his lips onto yours.

lips, the most magnificent thing in the world, especially ani’s. his kiss tasted sweet with a hint of mint. you delved deeper into the kiss as he grabbed your ass. the kiss was soft, and passionate. god, you wanted him so badly. quickly, you pushed him away. enough foreplay was in line for you to get down on your knees, and make him finish.

the tiles were cold, which made you slightly uncomfortable. before you could even start, anakin locked his hands into your hair and pushed your head to his load. starting off, you slightly jerked him off, messing with the pre-cum on his tip. looking up through your eyes, anakin groaned at the position you were in. “please baby, do something”, he whimpered.

with your head so close, ani was almost tempted to shove himself down your throat. but before he could do that, you slowly sucked on the sides of his cock. your tongue trailed up and down his veins, twirling around every corner. in the midst of you sucking, you shoved some of his bulge into your mouth. obviously, you couldn’t fit it all, but you were determined to try.

anakin began to slide in and out of your mouth, almost throat fucking you. he whimpered as your mouth began to move a little faster and he became more sensitive. “you got this baby”, he moaned out. that gave you the confidence to put a little more effort into the moment. denying that he was big would be a huge lie, because lord knows he was nowhere near small.

his cock began to twitch, and you felt him start to slow down on his thrusts. you became faster, and more persistent as his whimpers became louder and more potent. anakin pulled onto your hair, and released himself into your mouth. you pulled back while looking upon him, and slowly swallowed his load. “good girl, you look so pretty”, he smirked.

you slowly stood back up onto your feet. kissing anakin on the cheek, he grabbed your ass once again. “not this time anakin, save fucking me for another time”, you announced. grabbing your towel, you headed out of the shower before writing on the steamed windows. a heart, and a kiss mark.

𝐥𝐚𝐯 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 i only watched a good hour of life as a house today, so this obviously isn’t quoted! i hope this is a little bit how you expected:)

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[angelstrn]

blonded | m. sturniolo

ྀི pairing. matt x reader

ꜝ warnings. smut, established relationship

‎𓈒 ˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚 nai's message for mila & kami! continuation of the last headcannon on this post.

w.c. 1.1k

matt adored watching you getting ready. you're putting the finishing touches on your makeup, teeth biting your bottom lip as you focus. every now and then, you lean towards the mirror and the light catches your skin perfectly. he watches, studying every movement as his eyes travel down to the slope of your waist to the curve of your hips. you look at him through the mirror, smiling.

"i can see you staring, matt." you inform him, and he places his hands on his face, falling back onto the plush pillows on your bed.

"no im not," he lies. you shake your head and concentrate back onto getting ready. "are you almost finished, baby?" he sits up, staring at you again. he'd been waiting for you to finish ever since he told you he'd take you on a night drive, you immediately ran to your room to start getting ready. you loved spending time with him, especially when it was spent driving around aimlessly with your shared playlist on aux.

you take one final look, deciding you were finished, and spun around in your chair. "all done!" you chirp, already excited as you walk over to him. offering your hands, he takes them as he stands up from your bed, sliding his hand to your waist to walk you out to the car.

‎𓈒 ˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚

after an hour of driving around, you spot the sign above the road indicating the beach was nearby. you turn your head to matt, who had already turned into the exit. smiling to yourself, you reach over to turn up the song playing.

skyline to by frank ocean shows on the screen while matt focuses on finding the spot you've been to countless of times, this time being a bit harder considering it was 2 in the morning.

he reverses to park in the spot, making sure you'd have a view of the waves gently hitting the sand when sitting in his trunk. he hits a button to open the trunk. he turns his head to you, his hair following his movement.

"you ready?" he asks, giving you a soft smile when you nod in agreement before grabbing a blanket from the back and exiting the car.

meeting him in the back of the car, your legs dangle from where you're seated to look at the view. matt gets comfortable before he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you backwards onto him. he situates you between his legs, arms wrapped around you.

it's peaceful. looking at the view in front of you, listening to the sound of frank ocean softly coming from the speakers, and breathing in the scent of salt air and matt, and starting to notice his soft breaths turn into heavy ones as his hand trails lower. he traces the curve of your waist, moving his hand down your stomach and placing his pinky under your waistband before moving his hand back up to his original position. he repeats the movement a few times before finally moving his hand fully under. his fingers ran across the inside of your legs, inches away from where you needed him most.

he kisses your shoulder and you feel him smile against your skin, hand gripping your thigh as his index gently traces the folds of your cunt.

"matt," you whined, trying to roll your hips for more contact. "shh," he talks lowly into your hair, "lemme take care of you, sweetheart. just relax f'me."

his hand slips past your panties and the the moan that leaves your lips when his fingers brush your clit is almost pornographic. you rest your head back onto his shoulder, soft little breaths coming out as his kisses trail up from your shoulder to your neck.

he gently gathers your wetness before rubbing slow circles on your clit.

a soft whimper leaves your lips, causing matt to smile. “that feel good? yeah?” his words causing your cunt to ache more.

he switches his middle finger with his thumb as he pushes two fingers into you, earning another moan from you as he starts pumping his digits in and out of your soaked hole. his other hand slips under your shirt and moves towards your tits, toying with your nipple.

your legs fall open wider.

“fuck! matt, please just like that!” you let out, lips parted and chest heaving. you were slick and dripping down his palm, trying your best to stay still.

the thumb on your clit moved even faster, and matt watched your stomach tense with a smile on his face, planting a kiss on your head. “doing so good, angel. you gonna make a mess f’me?”. his words are only bringing you closer to your release as his fingers curl up to hit your gspot perfectly.

“mhm! oh my god” you shudder through teary eyes, nodding obediently. he groans at the cute moans slipping from your lips, dick hardening under you.

his fingers quicken as he cups your chin to turn to him. his soft lips captures yours in an attempt to silence your moans, drawing you closer.

“m’ so close! pleasepleaseplease” you admit, squeezing your eyes shut as matt goes impossibly faster. you arch your back as your legs tremble uncontrollably. “thats it, there you go. gooood girl.” he croons, talking you through your orgasm.

you’re both breathing heavily, hearts pounding as your chests move up and down.

he places a kiss to your head again, gently removing his hand from you. he picks you up to move you off his lap before adjusting himself in his pants.

© angelstrn

[mxdnightlvers]

𝐅𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𓆩♡𓆪

➸ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Nsfw scenarios with the characters in a fitting/changing room

➸𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Childe, Diluc, Alhaitham

➸ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: public sex, choking, lots of teasing, denial

➸ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬/𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: Gender neutral pronouns and reader

➸ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: This was actually from another request I got! They gave me a lot of ideas and this was one of them so ty! This was sm fun to write and I may do a part 2 another time :D

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞❦

You simply wanted help to unzip your dress. If only you knew that you'd have your boyfriend running his hands up and down your body, littering small kisses against your neck as you struggle to keep your whines to a minimum. He simply couldn't resist as he watched the dress fall off your shoulders. Soft hands trace your frame as they slowly drift between your thighs, your cheeks heating up, and whether that was because of where he was touching you, or how lustfully he watched you in the mirror- you couldn't hide how flustered you were.

“How pretty do you think you'd look if I fucked you in front of this mirror hm?” A question that had you searching your vast vocabulary to answer but the only words you could muster were a few 'I's. Your head dropped, hair covering your flushed face as you feel his fingers slip inside your underwear. Holding your breath as he inches even lower as if breathing would make too much noise and get you guys caught. His hands are warm against your skin, and with his head on your neck, you knew he was observing how you react to him. Purposely going slow despite how many times you've shifted your hips.

For what felt like forever, he finally broke the silence, completely pulling away from you, an innocent smile plastered across his face- your flustered frame standing still as you're perplexed by his actions. "Let's continue this at home shall we?" A cheeky grin as he already knows that you can't continue right now even if you wanted to. <3

𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜❦

He had your hands against the wall, as his cock slowly slid in and out of out you. He couldn't wait til you were at home. The soft teases you whispered to him when no one was looking, how close you held him at times- oh the absolute joy he felt when you invited him into the changing room with you. His frame bent over yours, hand around your neck as he pulls you closer to him. His hips twitching, just begging to go faster, to feel you better, to hear you moan his name, but he has to settle for slowly moving in you to stay as quiet as possible. It was almost impossible to stay silent if it wasn't for his hand pressed up against the sides of your neck.

His movements slow, but hitting deep, the adrenaline of being caught has your heart beating faster than usual, making you sensitive to every single stroke of his. “God, how I wish I could fuck you senseless right now love,” His whispers breathless and shaky as his self control grows even thinner with each thrust.

The heat in the fitting room becoming almost unbearable, especially with Diluc’s warm body pressed up against you. It was almost painful how slow he had to move but was still a relief to feel so full of him after hours of teasing. Finally pulling away when he can’t maintain the slow pace anymore, reminding you that he will definitely be continuing that later. <3

𝐀𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦 ❦

You’re jerking his cock off while he kisses you deeply, your hands running through his hair and his chest pressed up against yours. He’s fucking into your hands without a care in the world to keep quiet. “Mm..shh don’t worry they cant hear us over the music and talking.” You didn’t believe him for the slightest, but after seeing Alhaitham so needy and desperate for you that he needs to fuck you in a changing room, worrying about being caught was the last thing on your mind.

He’s buried in your neck, his breathing shaky and ragged, soft moans barely escaping. Cock twitching constantly in your hand, precum leaking between your fingers with every thrust. He’s so needy with his thrusts that you’re forced against the wall. “Fuck- you feel so good god- I just need more of you darling.” His words string together with his soft moans as he presses soft kisses against your collar bone. Hands never staying still as they roam your body, under your clothes, in your hair, wherever he can reach, trying to feel more of you in the confined space.

Teeth sinking into your neck he cums, staining some parts of your clothes in the process. He’s made a mess of himself despite the situation as his guilty eyes look down at your clothes. He offers you his jacket to cover up and you guys leave the store without getting in trouble, heading straight home. <3

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pros n cons -p.parker x fem!reader

posted july 7th, 2024 9:29 pm

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There were always going to be pros and cons to the fact that Peter’s aunt trusted you enough to bring you into her home and study in Peter’s room while waiting for him to come home.

The Pros, of course, outweigh the Cons.

You could cover for him, say he got home just before or after May went to bed the night before, keeping her sane in the process. You would almost always leave a snack out for him so he could eat when he got home and best of all, he was able to come home to his very own sleeping beauty almost every night. 

The Cons, though?

Getting inside his room stealthy enough to not wake you has become an ever-so-difficult task for Peter, especially on nights when he’s barely able to open his window or limping his way around to change while trying to keep the blood loss at a minimum. 

Tonight was one of those nights, and as he stumbled inside he sighed at the sight of you sleeping peacefully on his unmade bed, things sprawled out around the floor to show off your messy study habits. 

What kind of boyfriend would he be to wake you up?

Peter couldn’t have that, he pulled off his mask with a quiet groan, tossing it somewhere before limping towards his door, picking up any clothes he could find on the way. 

Peter silently thanked anyone who was listening for the fact that his bathroom was just across the way from his bedroom, lessening the risk of May seeing him red, blue, and battered.

You woke up to what sounded like grunts and cursing? 

Peter. 

Groggily, you made your way to that same bathroom, knocking on the door before opening it to reveal a half-naked Peter Parker with a piece of some bandage in his mouth as he was mid-cleaning attempt. Peter looked at you with wide eyes, saying something that sounded like “Go back to bed, I’m okay.” but the bandage muffled it. 

“Let me see,” You said quietly, the bright lights above the mirror waking you up some more as you took the bandage from his mouth and set it aside, properly looking at the stab wound he was trying to clean. “You aren’t very subtle, Pete” You mumbled, taking the peroxide-soaked cotton pad from him and gently cleaning his battered stomach.

He sighed, closing his eyes at the feeling. “I didn’t mean to wake you, doll, I’m sorry” his apology was breathy as he tried to not focus on the stinging feeling. You just hummed in response, setting the bandage on top of his main injury. 

You stood up straight, face to face with your boyfriend who leaned forward into your shoulder, relying on you for support instead of the bathroom sink like he was previously. 

One of your hands went to the back of his neck, lightly scratching at the nape of his neck as he groaned. “You okay, baby?” your voice was soft, getting a grunt in response. 

“The pros definitely outweigh the cons” He mumbled into your shoulder.

“What?” “Shh, don’t worry ‘bout it,” he said, pulling back to look at your confused face with a soft smile. 

“Let’s go back to bed, sleeping beauty."

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keep that pretty mouth shut

kinktober, day nine

a/n: it is truly not okay how this man still has so much power over me, no matter how many years it's been, just look at me and i'm fucking dead

warnings: tommy shelby x reader, smut, established relationship, public sex, wall sex, low-key mirror sex, dirty talk, penetrative sex

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The pictures on the wall behind you rattled at every breath-taking thrust, the usual bustle of the pub behind it vibrated clean through. Head hazily tilting to the side, your eyes caught sight of the dusty mirror on the far side wall and the display in it that forced you to let out a shuttering moan.  

“Shh,” Tommy’s hand shot up to clamp over your lips, “you promised you’d be quiet,” his desperate efforts didn’t slow down one bit as he growled underneath his breath, “you’re not fucking quiet.”

“I’m sorry, Tommy,” you whispered, teeth nearly sinking into his palm as you drooled, “it’s just so-”

“I know, I know, love,” his piercing eyes bore into yours, “save your praise till later, I’d love to hear them then,” fingers digging into your thigh that was hoisted up around him, pushing your crumbled dress further up, he then ordered, “but for now keep that pretty mouth shut.”

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