#exposed lungs cw

[shepswrath]

My roommate is kind of weird but we're cool with each other so it's cool. he even pays me rent if i let him use the keyboard

(art below is a little goofy but may be disturbing to some users )

[befuddled-calico-whump]

drew @emmettnet 's Malusfa (Giant Gods AU)

entirely based on this ask

the little black dots are people :)

[trickstertox]

Warnings: Body Horror, Parasites, Contagions.

The other night I had a nightmare! It wasn't as bad as others because I didn't physically feel the body horror, but it was horrifying nonetheless.

So there was this "highly contagious" (my dream brain's wording) aquatic plant. It was more like a parasite in real life comparison. It looked like one of those fake aquarium plants, but pink.

Basically this.

So, what's so scary about this pretty little parasitic plant thing? It's pink and really nice looking, surely can't be all that bad?

Well, well, well! You couldn't touch it, otherwise you got infected. And anything that touched it would become contagious. Meaning your clothes, your shoes, your hands, your breath (I think). If anyone touched you after you touched this, they're infected.

I got infected. And in the back of my mouth/throat, there was a little patch that formed. And from that area, the plants start growing out of your mouth. So I had four of these sprouting from the back of my throat. My mom had to pluck them out one by one, and we had to find a cure before they grew back.

[luvgam3]

Summary: Nanami seeing you in a wet sundress has him seeing stars (and hearing wedding bells)

Cw: MDNI, semi public (in a car), reader on top, (Nanami has on glasses cause I said so) afab reader

Kento Nanami had your day planned out so perfectly. The location (a beautifully secluded park with lush foliage and a wonderful view), the food (all of your favorites packed neatly in a wicker basket), and the small bouquet of roses he’d bought for you.

He had everything planned to perfection- what he hadn’t accounted for was the way your little yellow sundress clung to your rain slicked skin. Or the way your breathing was shallow and rushed from running to the car.

His eyes rake over you as your head tilts back, welcoming more air into your lungs- and he watches the rise and fall of your chest. Your rapidly beating heart matching his own for an entirely different reason.

Your cheeks are flushed and rosy as your head lulls to the side, soft eyes meeting his as a gentle smile spreads across your face. It makes his heart melt as you laugh, the sound of rain pattering against the windshield. His hand sneaks across the seats before it finds the plump fat of your thigh giving it a loving little squeeze like he always does when you’re next to him.

“Ken?”

His eyes flick back to yours, not realizing he was looking everywhere but.

He was too focused on the way the white parts of your dress all but disappeared with the water soaked into it, showing your supple skin underneath. He was too focused on your chest, the way small droplets tumbled down your shoulders and between your cleavage.

He was so highly aware of your clothing, the way he could just manhandle you into his lap and slip aside that layer of fabric so easily. Dresses and skirts made such easy access, access he didn’t notice till now.

“Ken what’s wrong?” You ask, your voice full of concern. Your hand finds his cheek, smoothing soft circles into his flushed skin.

Your touch is so sweet, so full of kindness and concern.

It’s so sinful what it does to him.

The pit of his stomach twists as his fingers close around your wrist, his head turning so his lips brush against your warm palm, breathing you in, savoring the heat of your touch.

“Nothing, darling.”

Your bottom lip finds its place between your teeth as you anxiously look him over. His freshly washed hair sticking to his forehead, his glasses foggy with droplets of water clinging to the lenses.

The pit in the bottom of your stomach pulls, something is wrong, something is eating him up inside. You know your boyfriend better than anyone could ever dream, and as you watch the way his mouth stay attached to your damp palm, ragged breaths slipping through his parted lips as his eyes meet yours, you just know he has something to say.

“You’re not lying to me?” You ask, your voice dips with worry.

Nanami feels a small shiver slither up his spine as you quickly bring your other hand to his forehead, slicking back his wet hair and pressing firmly to his exposed skin.

“We need to get you home and dried off—“ you mumble to yourself. He doesn’t notice. Just like you don’t notice as his other hand reaches out to you, finding purchase on your jaw.

“Honey-“ He whispers, his usual calm demeanor slipping through his fingers as you look up at him through dewy lashes,

“I’m fine.”

“But your face is on fire.” You tsk, your palm going from one cheek to the other seeking answers.

You’re oblivious, he thinks.

Nanami only ever feels this way after those late night dates where you’ve both had too much to drink, your skin flushed the most amazing shade of pink he’d ever seen, when your hair is disheveled from running your fingers through it aimlessly all through dinner. Or after business trips when he’s finally alone in his hotel room, his once neat button up shirt crinkled and damp with sweat as his hand clutches his phone listening to you coo through the speaker and into his reddened ear.

His lips pull back, his eyes creasing as a small chuckle sneaks out of him and into the humid car.

“Ken, this isn’t funny! What if you get sick?” You pull your hands back, sitting closer to look at his face, he watches your eyes glaze over in fear.

His doting little girlfriend, sick with worry.

Another gritty chuckle fills the car as he turns away from you, and before you can speak the soft click of his seat fills the silence for you.

The line between concern and annoyance slowly breaks as you watch him lean his seat back.

“Kento—“

His large hands quickly, slide under you, biting into the fat of your ass as he slings you over his lap. The action knocking the air out of your lungs, your nose inches from his as you stare wide eyed into his foggy frames.

You’ve been in this position before, on his expensive leather couch, in your plush homey bed, in his deep marbled bathtub. Every piece of furniture you both own has seen you on top of him.

The tips of your ears burn as his rough hands run apologetically over the mounds of your backside— you get it now, as your weight sits fully on his lap you feel the tent in his trousers.

Nanami’s lips curl softly, a smile only you’ll ever see, his voice comes out husky as you slightly wiggle in his grasp. “I’m fine.”

His nose softly bumps against yours, as a soft silence blankets the air around you. The rain outside reduced to a soft pattering as your blood pumps in your ears.

Seeing Nanami this close never gets easier, it’s like being near him for the first time all over again as you slowly invade the small gap between you, pressing a feather light kiss to his lips. And god how he melts under your carful touch. His lips buzzing with electricity as you pull back, your hips involuntarily grinding against his as you gaze down at him. Your cheeks match the color of the roses he bought you just hours before.

“You need to learn to use your words.” You scold him, the pads of your fingers rub against the smooth buttons of his shirt, quietly popping them loose and revealing his glistening pale skin underneath.

He nods, completely unaware of what you’ve said. Nanami’s gaze is fixated on the untouched skin of your neck and the way your dress exposes so much of your chest.

Leaning forward his nose bumps against your skin, inches below your ear peppering soft hungry kisses onto your damp flesh.

You can hear the groan he suppresses, his chest vibrating under your fingers as you tilt your head back, shivering with bated breath as his mouth travels lower, his teeth nipping at every freckle and stretch mark on your chest as his large hands latch onto your waist just below your breasts, steadying you on his lap.

“Now it’s your turn to use your words.” He says, his words muffled temporarily as he places one final kiss onto your chest.

His eyes fight to catch yours as he pulls back, his hands squeeze gently as he speaks, “is this okay?”

A soft delicate hand cups his cheek tenderly. Your hand. The hand he yearns to put a ring on. The fingers he loves seeing covered in your own arousal, they now rub soft circles into his jaw, trailing up the side of his face and softly pushing a stray hair behind his ear.

You watch his eyes, swirling with that familiar hunger, but he’d never risk making you uncomfortable. So he waits patiently underneath you, his hands move to rub your back comforting his own anxieties rather than your own.

Today wasn’t supposed to lead to this, maybe it would’ve ended with you in his arms, but not here and not like this.

You gently press a kiss to his cheek, your sheer lipstick leaving its mark as you move across his face mapping every inch in kisses and makeup before finally meeting his lips. Your lips move slowly against his as you both drink in this moment.

The sound of rain increases, your ears ring as one of his hands sneaks under the bottom of your dress, palming gently at your ass.

Reluctantly you pull away, nodding as you readjust your hips, moving lower down his lap and pressing your hands flat against his torso, his hard muscles shiver under your touch, “this is good—“ it’s almost a whisper as you reach for the buttons of his shirt again.

Nanami makes a soft ‘tsk’ing sound,

Wordlessly he pushes your hands away before slipping his between your thighs, the pad of his thumb pressing suddenly onto your clothed clit. His ring and middle finger gently prod at your panty clad entrance as you whimper above him.

“I don’t want you doing the work, baby.” His voice is low as he watches you with intense hunger, your hips stutter against his hand as your eyes fight to stay open.

“Today is about you,” you moan as he speaks in that gentle voice,

“please.” You’d mistake it for begging if you didn’t know any better.

That man could spend hours between your legs, lapping at your dripping heat before he even thinks about himself. Hearing the pleasure ooze into the once quiet room is all he needs.

You try to object, shaking your head,

“no— I want to make you feel good too—“

Nanami makes that sound again, that sound of gentle disapproval.

Your eyelids sit heavy as you force them open only to see him already gazing up at you, his fingers quickly push aside the damp fabric separating you, his large fingers plunging into you with a loud squelch.

And god— the momentary prickle of pain and adrenaline that shoots up your spine is intoxicating.

You want to protest, to pull him out of his pants and drop to your knees, but your shoulders tense and you lurch forward bracing your hands on the seat he’s resting on with a throaty moan. A moan that has him twitching in his boxers.

“Let me take care of you.” He whispers, your faces mere inches apart as you pant, his hot breath fans across your face seeping deep into your skin and sinking down to your core as you drip on his fingers.

Thick fingers pump softly in and out, Nanami watched as you shudder above him. Your hair frames your face like a halo, a dress strap slowly slipping from your shoulder as his thumb finds your clit again, pressing hard before softly drawing circles soothing the stinging pleasure as you whimper.

Your arms tingle and weaken as he works you open, softly you slump forward resting your head into the crook of his neck breathing in his scent. The smell of rain and sweat and him making your body buzz.

He knows how to make you feel good, knows every spot that has you gushing around his fingers. Nanami listens to the shuddering breath you suck in, he feels your body trembling above him as you attempt to hold yourself upright.

Your head spins as he retracts his fingers only for them to push right back in, hitting that spot deep inside you. Your legs quiver, your hands cling to his shirt, his hair, anything.

Wordlessly he removed his fingers, a soft whine of his name bubbling up the back of your throat before you can even hear the sound of his zipper, “I’ve got you—“ he groans, his breath hot against your ear as you cling to him.

The air around you is alive, buzzing with a desperate need and an intense feeling of love, devotion, the sensation of the thick air making his pleasure double.

Nanami squeezes your hip with one hand, holding you still above him as he slowly palms at his aching erection with the other. His fingers pry apart the fabric, his chest heaving as he slowly pulls himself free. You breathe against him, hot and heavy as you push yourself up on wobbly arms, your eyes catch the sight of his hand lazily pumping himself under you.

“God—“ the sound is a soft whine as you lean back, your ass flush with your thighs, slick staining the bottom of your dress as you take in the view before you.

Nanami reclined back on his precious leather car seat, his head tilted back, eyes heavy as they hold your gaze. His fist gliding over his cock, base to tip, precum dribbles over his fingers coating his shaft as his breathing grows heavy.

Slowly, you clap your fingers around his wrist pulling him away from himself. His eyebrows furrow as you bring his slick digits to your lips, eagerly popping them into your mouth. Your tongue swirling around and between his fingers, he twitches, you clamp down around nothing, the air grows thicker.

With a wet pop he pulls his fingers free bringing them to his waiting lips, tasting your spit on his fingers while you wriggle against him, your small hand wraps around his shaft, one small stroke before lining the tip up with your entrance.

A shared wave of pleasure shoots through you, your shoulders tense, his abs clench, you drop down slowly drawing out the experience as rain pelts the windshield.

Desperate to get you wrapped snuggly around him quicker, Nanami brings his thumb back to your clit drawing soft circles into the sensitive nub.

Back arching pleasure tingles in the bottom of your stomach as you slide down lower and lower, with bated breath you close the distance completely, a hoarse moan crawling past your lips.

“Good— fuck— girl.”

Slick and saliva dribble down onto the seat beneath Nanami as you pull yourself back up, your arms snaking around his neck as you push yourself back against him.

His cock enveloped in your gummy heat has him seeing white, his resolve slipping as your hips stutter against his.

Nanami cups your jaw, his rough fingers meeting your soft skin, “You’ve got this, Angel.” He groans out, slowly meeting your hips in small thrusts.

“So good.”

His praise has you gushing around him, the feeling of him deep in your gut makes your legs shake, your forehead presses into his. Deep ragged breaths warm your faces, your mouth hanging open in a silent moan. Your hips burn, you give one final bounce before moaning his name.

“I— I can’t—“ it’s pathetic how easily you surrender under his touch. His hand roughly pressed down on your back, pushing your chest into his.

“Keep those hips high, f’me” his voice a low buzz in your ear as you bite down on the collar of his shirt, nodding desperately.

Large hands clamp down into the soft flesh of your hips, working them for you in slow lazy circles as he thrusts up into you.

The wet squelch echoing around you, melding with the sound of your desperate moans, his husky praise, and the pattering rain outside.

If heaven exists— this is what it feels like. Hot euphoria that swims from the bottom of your stomach down your legs and up your chest, mind numbing in every way.

Nanami moans harshly in your ear as you clamp down around him, your walls fluttering as your jaw falls open. Your red bitten lips wet with drool as you cry out, eyes screwed shut as his thrusts speed up.

“Kento— Jesus Christ!” His hand squeezes with a bruising force, your skin vibrating with the feeling of him, the smell of him, the presence of him overwhelming as you cum around him with a sweet cry of pleasure. Soaking his trousers as he continues to fuck up into you, unrelenting as you mewl into his neck.

“That’s it— so perfect— so good.”

Hot tears prickle the back of your eyes as you press searing open mouth kisses to his jaw, meeting his waiting lips in a rough kiss of clashing teeth and messy tongues.

Your nails bite into his shoulders, red angry crescents that’ll bruise come tomorrow.

The base of his cock is coated in your release, a white frothy ring meeting with your plush ass over and over as he drives into you, groaning into your mouth forcing you to swallow down his desperate sounds of desire as your cunt attempts to milk him dry.

“Ken— cum for me—“ it’s a plea, your lips press kisses to the corner of his mouth in pure desperation, over sensitive pussy pulsing around him.

“Please—please—please—“

Thrust— a hand flys up burying its self into your hair, snapping your head back.

Thrust— his lips capture yours, his tongue pushing past your lips and down your throat.

Thrust— his cock twitches, his hips pressed hard into yours as his hands push you roughly down onto his lap, your sensitive clit catching on the rough material of his boxers making your cunt clench impossibly tighter around him as he cums.

A thick fog covers the inside of the windows as the last of the raindrops coat the outside, sliding down the cool glass like the cum trickling down your thighs as you lay slumped against Nanami.

Your dead weight blankets him as his arms wrap around you, hands rubbing soft shapes into your shoulders and back.

…

“Maybe next time we should stay in.”

[dmitriene]

cw: omegaverse, knotting, marking and possessiveness.

you were invading simon's riley head, not only often flashing before his perilous black eyes, but also tormenting him in his dreams, your unfiltered, sweet ambrosial scent were hunting his senses, carving into his nostrils and making them flare, saliva pooling behind his closed mouth with popping fangs.

sweet little soldier, you didn't knew in what exact danger you were getting yourself into with your scent gland demonstrated in his face constantly, every breath he took is a perfect lungful of your addicting scent, rubbed against his gear when you were sticking to him purposefully, your pretty eyes always dazed and gawking at him.

ain't afraid to cling to him with your dainty fingers wrapping themselves tightly around his bicep, the rising wave of his tart, pungent smell doing nothing to shoo you away, not with your scent gland swelling with a need to be marked, belong to someone who won't let you walk around like that, irritating other's alpha's ruts.

you came to him yourself, foozling into his arms willingly with mind frazzled by your own heat, smelling of ripe want to be taken, crawling yourself out your poor nest on a wobbly legs to find his quarters, where anyone could've picked you by their way through the hallway, making simon's arms encircle your form with a too searing grasp, hiding you in the safety of his quarters.

lips behind his mask teased by sharp tips of his fangs, scraped to the bleeding wounds that flooded his mouth with metal tang, but the encasing scent of you, lustfully alluring in your bared vulnerability and craning neck, flashing him the view of the swollen, burning skin made his pupils dilate, eyes taking an shade of black, sinking tar, imagining how you'll taste on his tongue.

simon has a mind to not send you back, he dreamt of you, of this moment, wanting to be the one to mar your pure skin with blooming marks of belonging and leave a bleeding, thrumming mark at your neck, only him and no one else, no other alpha is good enough, and no one had a chance with you from the start.

you picked simon, smart thing, laying your eyes on the more menacing men of all around, with his chocking scent that is too much even when he's out of rut, swirling pools of inking nothingness that replaced his eyes never could've let you know that he's intirested in your persistent attention, but you're here, anyway, and it makes his blood roar.

you're sweetly docile on his cold sheets, even with your body exposed to it's full vulnerability, pulsing pussy oozing pools of slick beneath your sticky thighs, and with simon still being half clothed, the only thing you do is preen at him with rumbling purrs, nuzzling the duvet beneath you that reeks of him and sticks to your itching skin.

loosely wet, legs obediently limp when he spreads them briefly, stilling himself to gaze at the glossines of your puffy folds, the shiny glare of your pungent juices that fill his nostrils, even the thick cloth on his face unable to conceal him from anything that relates to you, the gleam of glossy eyes, the all consuming scent, making simon drawl a husky growl.

you writhe to present yourself for him, would've rolled adorably on your soft tummy if he hadn't pin you down, looming over you almost menacingly, tattooed arm braced above your head, if not for his thick, gloveless fingers that were plunging in your gushing dewy pussy, scissoring between thin walls and feeling the tight clench around his soaked digits, sucking him in.

too sweet, both in the way you look and taste, your saccharine slick blooming on his taste buds when he licks a hot, filthy swathe from his knuckles and up to the pruney tips of fingers, thin lips shining with accumulated spit and your juices, licked clean to sate his curiosity about the way you taste, but now simon needs to sate his cock and your heat.

your body melted against the mattress, chest rising rapidly with greedy lungfuls of air, making your ribcage burn as you watched simon carefully with gleaming eyes, tracing the opening plane of the fat and muscles adorning him, as he rolled his shirt up, inch by inch that revealed the scarred canvas of his pale, wide chest, getting rid of the cloth swiftly, shoulders rolling with small cracks of stiffed bones.

happy trail of dark, thin hair that trailed beneath the waistband of his pants that he was getting rid of, unzipping them with slightly shaky fingers, veins popping with blue webs on the thick skin as he rolled them down, letting his heavy cock bob out through the boxer briefs, tenting the darkened fabric with wet spot, thick musk that filled the air licking at your senses.

simon does it as fast as possible without snapping, trying not to rip his clothes off his body and pounce on you, throwing his pants off the bed, before rolling the soaked fabric of his boxers down, his onyx gaze locked eerily with yours as he gripped the fat girth of his cock, rudy flesh adorned with popped veins and dribbling, pearly precum from his slit, squelching obscenely at each jerk of his wrist.

you claw your needy hands towards him, wanting to caress his rippling abs, make his cock sink inside of you and knot you as his, not registering when garbled string of words spilled from your lips, begging him to finally give it to you, voice small and tipping on the string of crying out the tears that bead in your glazy eyes, and simon isn't the one to neglect his omega.

he's the one to take care of your needs, the one who can give you what you crave so deeply, sate the hunger that bubbles like molten lava in your belly, scorching hot, making every inch of your skin beneath his calloused palms slick with sweat that rolls off of you, shining under the dim light and begging to be licked off.

you obey his grip on your supple hips, blunt nails sinking into the fat of flesh and you're too far away to feel the tiny pinpricks of pain, letting him tug you closer to him as he lifts your legs up, and you obediently lope them around his waist, ankles crossing together against the small of his bowed back, as he slaps his throbbing cock between your fluttering folds, rubbing each inch of his girth along the tacky mess, before sinking against your gaping hole.

fattened, bulbous tip passing through the ring of your tightening muscles, each inch gradually managing to still stretch you around his cock, letting you feel how big he is despite your pussy being as loose as possible, slick dripping out of your gooey hole like molasses to ease the glide and spur simon on a tentative thrusts, one shallow roll of his hips enough for you to tighten with stars in your eyes and rapturous cry spilling from your throat.

your whole body seizing, picking on rippling feeling of your silken walls around his meaty cock that make simon's eyes turn pupil less, blackening completely as he moves his body to blanket you, trapping you in a crushing embrace as he lowered himself down and picked up the pace of his thrusts, freely stuffing you full and stretching your thin walls to the brim, forcing you to accommodate the fat shaft that now was rearranging your insides with frantic motions.

fat cock mercilessly sawing in and out of you, your body unable to jolt beneath the wall of heavy muscles and swallowing palms of his hands that mapped along every inch of you, groping at the round globs of your ass to prop you securely, raking to play with your puffy nipples, capped to the pair of pretty tits that were jiggling right in his face, your spit shined lips open wide just a bit higher, making him howl in answer to your punched, tiny gasps.

your hands clinging and clawing with rosy crescent for stability on any place of his body, the beefy biceps, the wide shoulders, but you want to have him closer, and when you sink with stinging nails somewhere beneath his covered neck, amber of his eyes peering at your lidded gaze and needy sobs that spill from your mouth, simon frees one hand to rip his balaclava off.

no point of holding anything back, not with your pussy tightening with rapid pulsing as your glassy gaze rakes along his tousled, askew hair, looking pressed against his skull slightly, until you skid your fingers in the locks, tugging lightly to bump his forehead against yours, and your smell grows even thicker so close, his pale eyelashes fluttering when he takes a lungful, and then slots your mouthes together.

skimming his teeth along the plump flesh, biting with little sting and lapping off the pearling blood, so fragile, sucking your lip into his mouth before releasing with a wet pop to suckle on your tongue, catching as you tried to curl it's around his, wet mouth swallowing your low, whimpering moans, as his balls slapped against your ass with the squelch of your ceaseless slick.

it wasn't long before you felt your orgasm lick at your tummy, making your toes curl and twitch against the dip of simon's spine, his mouth leaving yours to focus on the rapid clench of your gummy walls, latching tightly around his cock with every frantic bounce of his hips forward, and simon could feel the way the root of his cock grew thicker than the rest of his shaft, knot swelling smoothly, and your cunt was more than ready to accept him.

he knotted you when your little sounds developed in ragged, confused little moans, holding onto his hair with tight, whitening grip of your knuckles, feeling the unyielding, swelling pressure of simon's cock at your tightening hole, pummeling into you at brutal, sudden pace that knocked air out of your lungs, his breath morphing into growling pants, skimming along the burning skin of your neck, tongue lolling to lick along the salty sweat, sucking a drop that rolled down your gland, before sinking his teeth in.

crying scream guggled out of your mouth as hot tears streamed down your eyes, rolling harshly into the back of your skull as you clamped down tightly on simon's spilling cock, knot catched securely between your spasming walls, splitted to your limit around the rippling girth that pumped you with soft rocks back and forth, your body frissoning, until simon wasn't been able to move.

stuck in your pulsing cunt, milking him with rapid, rhythmic clenches to the last drop of the creamy cum that was oozing out from your stuffed hole, seeping down simon's still cock with frothy white streaks, dripping down the sodden sheets and duvet, as he lapped his tongue against your gland, scarlet blood coating his swollen, bitten lips, smeared in a sweet layer as he cleaned the fresh, palpitating mark.

this spoke about your belonging to him, his sweet omega, the one he can and would call as his own, keep you stuck on his cock every night with swelled, imprinted mark of his sharp teeth on your neck for anyone to gawk on, as your consciousness slipped with whiny call of his name, sending pleasant shudders down his spine, as he peered at you again, his mate, safe and sound in his arms, knotted full of him and reeking of his pheromones.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[thinkinonsense]

34+35𑁍

old man!logan howlett x housewife!reader

cw: do the math.

wc: 1k+

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logan didn't know what he was going to do with you. such a needy little rabbit. that's the only thing he could compare you to, a fuckin' rabbit.

"slow down, sweets." logan mutters against your glossy lips.

all day, you were longing for logan's touch. the second you heard his truck pull into the driveway, you practically jump into his big strong arms. he could smell your arousal down the street. you wanted nothing more than for logan to bring out his inner animal, but he was going to make you work for it.

you dragged him into your shared bedroom once he shrugged off his suit jacket. logan noticed how clean the bedroom looked, the only things on the nightstand were his cigars and one of your pretty coffee mugs. your bedsheets were the same colors as your lingerie, soft lilac and white.

"let me get a look at ya', princess." logan says in your ear while you try to climb in his lap. instead, you give him a little spin, his hands never leaving your hips. "look like a doll."

you smile at him then shove him roughly on his back, climbing on top of the older man. by no means were you stronger than logan but when you get like this, he wonders if you were the one with the adamantium skeleton.

"been thinking about you all day long..." you say, clawing at his white button-down. logan chuckles, moving his hands further south on your body.

"whatcha been thinking 'bout?" he asks, squeezing your ass.

"fucking you."

logan loves when you get like this. you bat your pretty lashes up at him while saying the filthiest things. even in his older state, he liked keeping up with someone younger.

"i'm not sure, princess." logan sighs. "i'm pretty tired from work."

"we try something different if you want?" you suggest sweetly running your fingers through his grey hair.

"like what?"

without hesitation, you get up and straddle his chest backward. his button-down was opened exposing his toned stomach. logan wasn't up to date on modern-day sex terms, he knew what he liked and pretty much stuck to it unless you introduced him to something. what? he's old fashion.

"so, you're just gonna sit on my-" logan's words died in his throat the moment you started unbuckling his belt.

you pull out his half-hard cock and begin slowly pumping him. logan couldn't believe the position you put yourself in but he sure was thankful for it. as you traced one of his veins with your tongue, logan pulled your hips closer to his mouth, messily making out with your cunt over the material of your lilac panties. this made you wiggle your hips annoyed by his teasing.

"please..." you huff, taking him out of your mouth to beg. "no teasing, lo..."

logan tugs you back against him roughly so he can slurp up the wetness that coated the now dark purple material. when you begin to kitten lick him, smacking the tip against your tongue, logan tosses his head back and lets out a feral moan.

"sorry, sweetheart." he groans, extending one claw to cut your panties off of you then putting it back away.

"logan!" you gasp, wanting to scold him.

suddenly, you feel him spread you open with his fingers without warning, logan spits directly onto your cunt. butterflies flutter inside of you at his dirty action. logan then switch's between sucking and flicking your clit with his tongue, savoring the taste of you.

"f-fuck, lo..." you moan around his length while scratching at his thick thighs. you can feel him grin against your most intimate area.

logan releases you from his mouth with a tiny pop. he can see you pulsing, needing to be filled. within seconds, logan takes two fingers into his mouth coating them with spit then angles them at your entrance.

"ugh, fuck!" you feel like the wind was just knocked from your lungs. logan was relentless, gradually increasing his pace while your forehead rested against one of his thighs.

"thought this was supposed to be 50/50 effort, sweetheart?" logan teases, hitting that spongey spot inside of you with his fingers repeatedly. "gonna make your old man do all the work-"

"shut up." you groan, placing your cunt back against his mouth.

a small whimper falls from logan's lips, breaking down his tough man persona. you adored when the 'big bad wolf' became a submissive little play thing.

logan can feel you clenching around his fingers, sucking him in completely. he wasn't far behind but he needed more. through blurry vision, you can see logan bend his knees and lift his hips so he's hitting the back of your throat at his own pace; the tip kissing your esophagus.

"such a good fuckin' girl..." logan groans against your lips.

neither of you could warn the other about your approaching orgasms. eyes full of stars when suddenly logan coats your throat while you grind against his face, his soaked beard leaving faint red scratches on your inner thighs.

you must have laid on him for a moment too long after because logan playfully slaps your ass, sending you scurrying away from him.

"how was that?" you pant, facing him normally again with a fucked out smile.

"fuckin' amazing, princess," he says, grabbing your chin and pulling you into a kiss. you straddle logan's waist again, feeling him harden again underneath you.

"that was quick." you giggle against his lips.

"mhm, think you'll be able to keep up?" he challenges you.

"watch it, old man..." you smirk, lifting up and placing him at your entrance. "or you're gonna need a seatbelt when i ride it."

as you sink down on him, logan was torn on where to steady his gaze. he wanted to stare at where the two of you were connected but when your hand start pawing at his dog tags desperately, he knew the answer was to look up at your adorable fucked out face.

"you doin' alright there sweetheart?" logan purrs underneath you, wrapping a hand around your hair and tugging softly. your stamina always impressed him, how you could keep going and going was beyond his old fragile state. "bet you want your old man to take over, huh? fuck you nice and good like you deserve? know you want it, baby."

logan knew the best way to get into your head and your panties were with his words. it always worked, until now.

"what did i tell you earlier, baby?" you taunt him, reaching over and grabbing your ripped underwear to shove in his mouth. "shut up."

"oh, fuck" logan moans against the material while your hips bounce frantically against his; shaking the bed frame and banging it against the wall.

thank god, the two of you live deep in the woods or else your neighbors would constantly think there's an earthquake coming when the two of you were fucking. you feel logan twitch inside of you, letting you know he's close.

"let go, lo..." you moan, leaning down to his ear level while he desperately smacks your hips into his, chasing his high. "you know you wanna cum inside it."

logan's hips snapped, drooling all over your panties as your cunt sucks him in. his warmth coats your walls pearly white while one of his hands comes down to play with your clit until your moaning vulgarly in his ear.

"r-r-right there, lo..." you whimper, biting down on his shoulder as you cum around him. "please, please don't stop!"

neither of you wanted to move once both of you come down from your highs. you pull your ripped up panties out of logan's mouth before slumping down on top of his chest.

"tired, princess?" he chuckles.

"mhm..." you sigh, getting comfortable against him.

"look who's getting old now, hm?" logan teases, flipping you over carefully onto the sheets.

"stay..."

"i'm just clean you up." he assures you. "get some rest. i'll be here."

those were the last words you heard before falling asleep in his arms.

[webbluvrsugar]

teaching Tom Riddle how to love.

cw: fluff with smut

He has you pinned on his bedsheets, you’ve sneaked away to his chambers just to do this, it’s not like you’ve been dating, but you’ve been hanging around — and fucking — each other for a while now, and for Tom, that’s a really big deal.

He’s been fucking you the way he wishes the past times, hard, rough, with your head flush against the pillow, ramming into you without any sorts of feelings, without attaching himself, it’s nice, pleasurable, but he’s been doing it for himself.

He’s inside you already, cock stretching you out as he stays still, his head leans down to meet your neck, breathing your scent before he kisses your jaw, his lips moving to your ear.

“Tell me how you like it.” His voice is low and it grumbles in your ear, when you can’t answer right away, he gives you a slight thrust.

Your hands goes to his on your hips, slightly pushing him back before taking his hands and placing them over your breasts, his breath itches, he slightly massages the flesh, toying with your nipples as he lets you guide him.

“Slowly…” you mutter, he carefully starts moving his hips in a pace he hasn’t used before, it all feels foreign, somehow more intimate but it still gets you to mewl so he doesn’t complain. “Like that.”

Tom nods, he keeps rolling his hips into you, slow and soft so you can feel exactly every way his cock stretches you out, letting out slow whimpers as he does it.

“Does it feel good?” He asks, another soft whisper in your ear as he makes his thrusts a little more sharp, taking your air out of your lungs and forcing a moan out of you.

“Yes, just… hold me close.” You ask, hands wrapping around his neck to pull him flush to your body, slightly burying your head on your shoulder.

Tom hasn’t felt like this before, like he’s being needed, he also didn’t think that slow, passionate sex would feel so nice when he obviously prefers to do it the hard way.

But you like it.

So he keeps doing it the way you asked him to, leaning into the pleasure your cunt provides as the time passes, and when you’re done and both lazy and mushy next to each other, your head flush to his chest, he lets himself provide that care to you, hesitantly dragging a hand to your hair and brushing it away to see your face, thumb lightly caressing your exposed cheek.

‘It’s not so unpleasant after all’ he thinks.

[sadhours]

kinktober day four • somnophilia

aka: hell bent

eddie munson x fem!reader

kinktober masterlist

cw:18+, minors dni, smut, somnophilia (duh but therefore could be perceived as dub con but readers into it), cannabis use, dry humping, fingering, spanking, unprotected p in v, creampie

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

Eddie wakes up abruptly, eyes flying open as he sits up. His heart is beating a mile a minute and he’s out of breath. Clutches his chest as he realizes what’s happening, that the dream he was having wasn’t real. Looks down to his crotch to see the proof. Yeah, he’s most definitely torqued. Turns his head to your sleeping figure next to him, the object of his lustful dream. He huffs, lays back down and wills his boner to go away.

Turning to the digital alarm clock on his nightstand, he sees it’s just after three in the morning and well, he thinks it’d be really rude to wake you up and ask for sex.

But then ten minutes pass and he’s still hard. He sighs and pushes the blankets off of him, walks over to his black pail and opens the lid. Eddie grabs the bag of weed and his pipe, stocks the bowl with pieces he grinds up between his fingers. Opens his bedroom window and is met with the smell of rain, drops of it cascading down the glass. He lifts the pipe to his lips and his lighter to the weed, flicks on the flame and inhales deeply. Holds the smoke in his lungs for a beat before exhaling it out the window. Repeats that a handful of times until he feels stoned, sure that now he’ll be able to sleep. So he crawls back into bed, lays on his back and stares at the moldy ceiling.

He’s trying his best, he really is but you’re breathing so soft and pretty next to him. So he turns to look at you, watches you sleep and then wonders how you’d react if he just… reached over, down your sleep shorts and rubbed your pretty pussy.

Yeah, there’s no shot this hard-on is leaving unless he does something about it. Eddie exhales, annoyed with himself but too turned on to talk himself out of it. He rolls over, positions his leg between yours and reaches for the hem of your tank top. He pulls it up over your tits and looks back up at you, waiting for your eyes to blink away. You make a sleepy sound, a little whine but don’t wake. Eddie lowers his mouth to your exposed tit and licks against your nipple. Flicks his tongue against the hardened bud a couple of times and then sucks it between his lips.

Somehow you don’t wake up, but you’re breathing harder now. His hand moves to give attention to the other tit, thumb grazing that nipple as he sucks and licks the other. Can’t help the way his hips grind down against your thigh, giving some much needed friction to his cock. He keeps doing it, rolling down against your thigh as he spoils your tits. In the meantime, grinding his thigh against your core.

A moan falls out of your lips, but Eddie’s watching your face and you don’t seem awake so he keeps going. Switches to the other nipple with his mouth, rutting down against you in slack desperation.

He pulls back, props himself up on his knees and shoves his briefs down his thighs and then reaches for your underwear next. Gets the pair of you naked from the waist down and then curiously reaches between your thighs, middle finger prodding against your hole and he groans deep at how wet you are. Slips the digit inside you and that’s when you wake, just as he’s curling it up.

“Eddie,” your sleepy voice fills his ears as your eyes blink up at him. “What are you doing?”

“I want you,” he gushes out, pumping his finger in and out of you slowly.

You smile and hum in flattery— and pleasure from the way he’s fingering you. “What time is it?”

“Middle of the night,” he exhales, cock grazing against your thigh and the friction makes his stomach tighten. “Sorry, I just… fuck, I need you.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, spreading your legs wider for him as you assure him, “You have me.”

He crashes his lips into yours, kissing you hungrily as he slides another finger inside of you. Causes you to gasp into the kiss but you kiss back. Eddie feels like he’s held off long enough, pulls his fingers out and grabs hold of his cock. He positions himself between your thighs as he strokes himself, spreading your slick all over his cock. Then, he’s lining himself up with your entrance, jerking his hips forward because really, he can’t help himself. You cry out, back arching from the sensation as his thick cock sinks into your warm and soaking cunt.

And Eddie doesn’t hold back, he’s too worked up to, and he pistons his hips hard and quick against you. The sound of your skin slapping rings throughout the room, along with the slippery sounds of him dragging against your walls. His hands grab your thighs, push them up against your chest as he pounds into you.

Repetitive and high pitched moans escaping you with every slam of his hips. You gaze up at him, moonlight shining on his pale skin and dark hair that sways with his motions. The look of determination and pleasure on his face is beyond sexy, his jaw clenched with his brows furrowed. You reach for his biceps, trying to feel grounded while the euphoria threatens to take you away.

Then his lips part to let out a whiny, needy moan. You wonder what’s got him so worked up in the middle of the night but you’re more than happy to give him what he wants— whenever he wants it. Feels just as good for you.

He pulls back, pulling his cock out and rubs his thumb against your clit in circles as he tells you, “Up. Want you from behind.”

You obey quickly, rolling onto your hands and knees, arching your ass up to him. Eddie grabs hold of your hips, grinds himself against your ass before slipping his cock back inside your cunt. Another moan pours out of you. This positions a catch 22– it feels incredible but you can’t see him. You bounce back against him, moaning loudly as his cock sinks in and out of your pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he says behind gritted teeth. Then he smacks your asscheek, leaving the most delicious stinging sensation in its wake.

“Oh, fuck, Eddie!” you cry out, dropping your face to the sheets beneath you as you try your hardest not to melt into them. But god it feels so good, your whole body feels fluid.

He spanks you again, fingers gripping the fat of your ass upon contact. You can hear him panting and groaning. Eddie drills into you, his hips slamming against your ass over and over with the most satisfying and filthy sounds. He leans over, keeping up his pace as his lips find your shoulder, planting a sloppy kiss against your skin before he sinks his teeth in. Bites you as his hips slam into you one last time, has your hips meeting the mattress with him laying on top of you. You feel him fill you up. His teeth pull off your flesh and he pants against your ear, “God, that was fucking great.”

You let him come down from his high, then he pulls himself off of you and rolls you onto your back. Eddie presses his thumb against your clit, eyes on yours as he works his thumb in quick circles.

“Want you to cum for me,” he whispers.

A simple, dazed nod from you as you gaze up at him. Focusing in on your orgasm, cunt pulsing around the cum he’s filled you with. Eddie slips two fingers inside you, curls them every time he thrusts them inside and your vision starts to get blurry as you feel the pressure building quickly in the pit of your stomach. He latches himself on your tit, sucking and licking your nipple as his fingers work absolute magic.

“Eddie,” you moan out softly, eyes crossing before they close and your climax crashes into you intensely. You cry out and grab hold of his head, knitting your fingers into the roots of his wavy hair and tug. Body freezing before your back arches as he works you through it.

Eddie nuzzles his face in your neck and giggles all soft, hand on your hip now and he squeezes it.

“Thank you,” he whispers and kisses your skin.

“Shh, thank you,” you turn slightly to kiss the top of his sweaty head.

[fkinkindagauche]

This Magic Moment

Written for @steddiemicrofic November prompt, "Guard". Inspired by The Sandlot.

Rating: Teen and Up | CW: none | WC: 532

“Dude, you’re staring again,” Gareth said, elbowing Eddie in the side. 

Eddie shook his head, trying to dislodge the sight of Harrington’s hairy chest from his brain. It didn’t work. 

“Sorry. Looking away,” Eddie said, turning his attention back to Gareth. “What were you saying?” 

Gareth rolled his eyes. “I should have known you had an ulterior motive for coming to the public pool. I don’t think I’ve ever even seen this much of you exposed to the sun.”

Eddie looked down at his pale skin, reddening by the second. He looked back up at Steve’s tanned body on the lifeguard stand, a stark contrast. 

“Just straight back to staring. How did you develop a crush on a jock, man?” Gareth asked, exasperated. “This is embarrassing.”

“The heart wants what the heart wants,” Eddie replied, standing up. “I’m getting in the water.” 

Eddie walked past Tommy Hagan on the way into the pool. “What’s the Freak doing here?” Tommy said loudly to Carol Perkins. “Munson, do you even know how to swim?” he called. Eddie flipped him the bird, cannonballing into the pool and splashing him. 

“What the fuck!” Tommy was yelling as Eddie surfaced. Eddie heard a musical, familiar laugh, and turned his head, delighted to see that he’d made Steve Harrington laugh. 

Steve smiled at him for a moment, then looked away, surveying the rest of the pool. The momentary high of Steve’s attention on him, followed by its immediate loss, did something funny to Eddie’s brain. 

He got an idea. A terrible idea. But if Tommy thought Eddie couldn’t swim, maybe Steve would believe the same. He looked around the pool, finding the deep end and moving towards it, confirming that there wasn’t anyone around him who might try to intervene before Steve, and then he reached for his inner theater geek and let loose.

He started to flail around, batting at the water around him and coughing wildly. He saw Steve look over at him sharply. Having confirmed the man’s attention, he let himself start to sink, kicking his legs pathetically and wiggling around, holding his breath. 

He was underwater for about fifteen seconds, and starting to worry he might not be able to hold his breath long enough for his scheme, when he felt something break the surface of the water near him. He closed his eyes and went limp, floating to the top of the water.

He felt himself get bodily hauled from the water, and boy was that a treat. Steve was strong, throwing him around like Eddie weighed nothing. It was almost enough to get a reaction out of Eddie, ruining his ruse, but he managed to remain limp in Steve’s arms, eyes closed. 

“Eddie, can you hear me?” Steve yelled, shaking Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie didn’t respond.

He felt Steve grip his jaw, opening his mouth, and then Steve’s lips pressed against his. Jackpot. Eddie wrapped an arm around Steve’s waist and kissed him while Steve tried to blow air into his lungs.

Steve pushed himself back, staring at Eddie in disbelief. “What the fuck, Munson?” Steve said, ignoring the crowd of onlookers. “If you wanted to kiss me, you could have just asked!” 

Divider by @steddiecameraroll-graphics

[sirenmoth]

Phantom Sensation

CW: RAPE/NON-CON, ghost sex, mirror sex, face slapping, face fucking, no lube, no prep, public sex, crying

Standing in the desolate changing cubical, the quietness was deafening as you smoothed over the fabric of the outfit you were trying out. A last minute invite meant a last minute urgent to any nearby clothing store you can find, hoping to score something suitable for the occasion. Turning this way and that to see how it looked and feels, sighing after deciding it didn't seem right as messaging that you weren't going. Looking back into the cubicle mirror you notice a crinkle on the fabric, like someone was holding it in their grasp, but you couldn't feel not see anyone there, and the changing rooms were all empty when you entered, not even an employee in sight.

Going to turn around, you pushed forward against the mirror, face turned sideways and eyes franticly trying to find someone or something in the small space, trying to find whoever or whatever is doing this. But still nothing, you shake and shiver as a set of invisible hands start to undo the fabric from your body, letting it bunch up and fall to the floor, leaving you bear and exposed. Still, the hands wonder, over your skin and down your sides and towards your hole, squeezing your hips and ass. Shaking your head as you plead the thing to leave you alone slip from your lips, unsure if it can actually hear you, you freeze up as you feel as second pair of hands akin to the first around your neck as the ones around your hips pulls you downwards, hard, causing you to fall to the ground with a sicking pop of your joints.

The hands around your neck disappear and the sensation of them squeezing your cheeks together and prying your mouth open is enough to bring tears to your eyes as they widen in fear, one set of fingers digging into your mouth and presses down on your tongue while another presses into your hole with a dry and rough pace and pressing against that sweet spot inside you. The fingers in your mouth reach back far, causing you to gag only to pull out and be replaced but a much thicker and girthier object that reaches the back of your throat again and again, each time it slides back into your mouth, you feel a solid wall hit your face and again and again as you struggle to breath. Your eyes roll back into your skull as the oxygen leaves your lungs

The same object enters your hole, quickly opening you up in one swift motion with the same dry and rough pace as before. Back and forth they move, your brain finally catches up to you, and that’s when you realize the things inside of you are cocks. Two, thick monstrous cocks splitting you open on both end, with no seeming concern for your wellbeing or safety. Seeking out their own pleasure from your own body.

Your vision starts to blacken when the entity in front pulls out, you think it’s giving you mercy as you cough up spit and what seems like pre-cum, but it's hard to tell, head hung low as you take in deep gulps of fresh air, your head swimming and eyes fuzzy, you think the beings are going to show mercy as the one behind slows. Only you were quickly proven wrong, a rough tug on your hair and a sharp slap across your face, again and again, each cheek turning bright red and stained with tears, before the invisible cock was shoved down your throat again. They want you awake for this. Why? You couldn't think of why.

You can see yourself in the mirror, mouth agape and lips swollen, jutting back and forth from the constant pulling from each unseen behind, both wanting you to themselves, treating you like a toy to fight over. Through blurry vision you see your ruined look, thoroughly fucked out and used, messy hair and teary eyes, bruised and sore skin. Muffled whines and gargled moans fill the room, a pained groan echoes out as the two beings empty themselves deep inside you, a salty yet cold substance coats your tongue and slides down your throat. Yet they don’t release you, stilling briefly before sliding out and switching back places, you take it as a moment of peace, to greedy take as much air as you can back in to your lungs, to try and process what is happening before they slide back in, using the goo-like substance left behind prior as lube. Not ready to leave or show mercy until they were satisfied. 

[celuere]

Be quiet.

pairing: Arlecchino x fem!reader

context: being scheduled for one meeting after another has quite the toll on your husband and you. Luckily you finally get more than five minutes to spare <3

cw: Arle has a dick here because I said so, creampie ig??, against a wall, semi-public, almost getting caught, orgasm denial, not proofread, this is kinda short but I still ended up liking it!

I just had this random beam of enlightenment while talking to my bestie about possible scenarios with Arle so here I am. Sharing it with you. (pls everyone give their thanks to Chiara because 80% of my ideas stem from our ranting sessions)

NSFW utc, MDNI!

It was supposed to be an ordinary Thursday filled with one meeting and negotiation after the other. Really. Nothing special. All you had to do was sit next to your husband, look pretty and take notes from time to time.

But of course, after repeating this routine for the third time now, things obviously got boring for Arlecchino. On your way to the next conference she couldn’t help but snake her eyes down your back, analyzing the how the strings of your corset moved with each step, how pretty you looked from behind with your hair being put up and how the strands would loosen up one by one if she dared to fuck you against the nearest the wall.

The both of you still had some time to spare after all. She could turn you into a cute mess right now and you would still arrive on time. The idea sounded all too perfect for her if it weren’t for the busy hallway you were currently walking down.

„Let‘s take a shortcut, dearest.“, before you could argue with her that you were already taking the shortcut, you felt a hand snaking around your waist and guiding you to your right into a quiet hallway. Well, maybe she did know a better shortcut? She frequented the Zapolyarny Palace way more often than you, so who knows?

You passed by a pillar and noticed how your husband‘s head whipped around for the third time now to check your surroundings, „Arle…? I don’t think this is a shortcut-”

„I know.“, and suddenly you found yourself pressed up against the wall, a pair of two strong hands holding onto your waist as Arlecchino bent down next to your head, thumb and index finger playing with the expensive fabric of your dress. Oh you knew exactly why she led you here.

You drew a sharp breath into your lungs, the cold marble wall sending a shiver down your spine as her hands worked your skirt slowly up your thighs. As much as intoxicating the switch up was… you grew anxious. After all you were still out in the open, if someone were to came from your left behind the corner they would easily oversee the scandalous position you were but from the right… you didn‘t even want to imagine the outcome- the drama it would create.

„𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙺𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚉𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎“, you quite literally saw the headline already on the next newspaper.

„Doll… You needn’t worry about us getting caught. Nobody would survive the bare sight of you when I‘m burying myself inside that pretty hole between your legs.“, of course she‘d read your thoughts like an open book. One hand sneaking underneath the fabric to caress your underwear, the wet spot already evident to the touch.

A small sigh escaped your lips, hips moving forward on their own to get more friction between her fingers and your already aching clit, „If you want it say the word.“.

„Please…“, you bit down on your lip to hinder a moan from escaping your mouth as she worked her thumb delicately over your sensitive bud. What an evil woman she was.

„Please what? Be specific. You know how it works.“, drawing this out as much as she could by slowly tugging your slip to the side and exposing your already wet pussy to the cold air surrounding you. She wanted to hear you beg for her to fuck you here in this freezing corridor with no one in sight to witness such an atrocious act being committed within the holy palace walls of her Majesty.

„Peruere please- this is embarrassing, just fuck me already before someone actually catches us-”, followed now by the rustling of of metal and leather echoing through halls. It only took her one hand to undo her belt and free her already raging boner from its clothed prison, a low moan fell from her lips at the sensation.

„Was that so hard now…? Be a good girl and turn around for me, hands on the wall.“, the commanding edge in her voice was actually making you want to drop to your knees but you knew better than to disobey her words and so you turned to the wall with already weakened legs.

The cold marble already stung in your palm but that was as quickly forgotten as possible when your husband lifted your dress up just enough for her dick to effortlessly find your pussy. A black hand closed over your mouth to prevent any sounds from maybe alerting nearby security or other staff.

„Such a wet and needy mess for me already. Pathetic.“, she thrusted her hips forward, burying herself with one, swift move inside of you and fuck it felt good when her unoccupied arm wrapped around your waist to keep you upright against her.

„Goodness me… swallowing me up like nothing without needing much preparation…“, cooing right into your ear, Arlecchino pulled her slightly back out only fuck all the way back inside of you, the guttural moan she drew out of you being muffled by her hand.

And there the two of you were. Pressed against a wall without a centimeter of distance between you as your husband spared no efforts to graze that soft spot inside of you with every thrust, every drive of her hips back into yours. The sound of clothes rustling together along with your muffled moans were to be faintly heard through the corridor. Celestia above you prayed that nobody was nearby.

But when did Celestia ever answer your prayers? Certainly not today when Arle‘s movements stilled suddenly inside of you as her head jerked to the right. There were people approaching. According to the the footsteps it was just a pair of two and they didn’t seem like they noticed the filthy sounds that were echoing through hall just mere moments ago. But you were panicking nontheless, trying to get out of Arlecchino‘s tight grip but she didn’t budge the slightest bit.

„Stop moving for the love of it. You‘re not making this easier for us.“, her voice came out as a hiss against your ear. Lord and behold you’re gonna rip her a new one once this is over.

With her tip applying torturous pressure to your cervix, your legs slowly began to shake the longer the both of you had to stand still to wait for the two persons to finally pass by.

„I can’t believe I now have to listen to Pantalone‘s crazy scheming for the next 90 minutes. They surely want to bore us to death.“, that voice belonged to none other than the 11th Fatui Harbinger himself, Childe. It actually couldn’t get any worse from here. If he saw you-

„You think you have it bad? I was just forced to listen to Dottore talk about all kinds of lobotomies for 30 minutes earlier. Everyone in this organization is nuts. Completely insane.“, forget whatever you just thought. Scaramouche is the worse deal here. Now would be the right time for a hole to open up underneath you and swallow you right up.

„Tartaglia and the Balladeer, you‘ve got be kidding me.“, the frustrated whisper against you ear told you that you might be in deep shit.

If it would’ve been ordinary staff, a little Mora were enough to keep their mouths sealed but two Harbingers? And especially the noisiest ones? Pray. That was your only option. Pray that they keep going straightforward or you will never hear the end of it.

„I haven’t seen Arlecchino and her wife since this morning… weird…“, Childe asked his colleague as they actually walked straight past the pillar that was hiding you from their view.

„They‘re probably fucking in some secluded hallway because they can’t stand away from each other for more than a few hours. Disgusting.“, the irony. The sheer irony.

When they were finally out of earshot, your husband didn’t waste another precious second to ravage you right where she left you.

„I‘ll kill him someday.“, she buried her face in the crook of your neck to silent her own low grunts, obviously just wanting to finally finish the job before someone else decides to frequent this path.

And when she released herself inside of you, cock twitching between your clenching walls, Arlecchino didn’t continue for the sake of your own high, earning herself a pained whine.

„A-Are you kidding me-?!“, panting between words, she pulled your slip back over your leaking entrance before fixing your clothes as if she didn’t just made you the the light at the other end of the tunnel. Evil.

She clicked her tongue when she bent down next to your ear again.

„Keep it inside for the duration of the meeting and I‘ll reward you greatly in my office later. You can do that for me, can’t you, my love?“, the heat shot up right to your face as you knew what she was referring to.

As you turned back around to her while she closed up her belt again, you nodded, „I- uh… I-I guess I can try…“.

„I knew I can count on you.“, pressing a kiss to your head like she didn’t just challenge you to keep her cum inside for the next 90 minutes.

The side eye Scaramouche gave your for the duration of the meeting was enough to make you sweat. But you managed.

And lord she did reward you.

[goxjo]

! 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐑 𝐟𝐭. 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞

+ cw. fem! reader, best friend! ajax, just the tip, dubcon, reader is inexperienced, implied virginity loss, prone bone, petnames (sweetie, sweetheart), 800+ words, MDNI

+ aki's note. this is part of @ficsforgaza's kinktober event. I've got another fic coming out on the 24th!! thank you so much for the request and for letting me join <3 ++ no i didn't post this by accident ;-;

+ masterlists. general ┆ genshin ┆ kinktober ┆ ffg kinktober

You’ve been awfully quiet for the first few minutes, sitting beside your best friend on the edge of your bed. He chuckles when you freeze at the slightest touch, running the back of his finger down your bare shoulder, electricity making your breath shudder and the hairs all over your body prickle.

You should do well to remember it was you who invited him to your bedroom. It was you who told him someone turned you down because you were inexperienced.

“Don’t be shy now.” He props his hands behind him, bed creaking to the shift of his weight.

Ajax doesn’t need to ask to know what you’re thinking. He can tell by the way you fidget under his playful gaze, by the way you’re unable to meet his piercing blue eyes, you’re afraid to ask him certain questions. You fear overstepping any boundaries — of whatever is appropriate for two people who for the longest time have just been friends, nothing more. At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

But who else are you going to rely on if not your most trusted friend? Your experiences can’t even spark a flame, let alone hold a candle to his own.

“Does it…” you finally break the silence, “hurt?”

“Only a little.” He taps his finger onto the satin sheets. “But it’s okay, take your time.”

With a deep, nervous breath you stand on your feet and let your nightgown fall to your ankles, knocking the air out of Ajax’s lungs. His stare sears your skin so hot, you can’t help but cover yourself, hands instinctively covering your breasts as you’re stripped of your clothes but not of your embarrassment.

Ajax lets out a breathy chuckle as he unbuttons his shirt, wine pink staining his cheeks, and every second passes by so torturously slow. Your eyes dart to the sands piling on top of each grain in the hourglass by your bed, and you’re unsure whether to pray they’d go faster or stop falling altogether.

“It’d be faster with your help, you know,” Ajax mutters as he works his pants.

“Sorry, it’s just— I’m about to see you naked, that’s all.”

Ajax snickers. “Well, that’s how it usually works sweetie.”

He plucks your hand from your breast making you jolt back for a second but he doesn’t budge. He gives your hand a rough squeeze before sliding it down his unzipped pants, circling your palm all over his clothed hard-on. “You’ll get used to it.”

He kisses the back of your hand before pulling you closer to him to kiss your jaw, your neck, the space between your breasts.

“On the bed, sweetheart.”

Ajax pushes down on the small of your back as you crawl up the bed. You can almost hear the smirk on his face as you expose your backside to him.

“Ah!” you squeal when he runs his thumb across your folds. “Ha-A-jax~”

“So cute and puffy,” he remarks, thumb drawing slimy circles on your clit. You whine as he keeps at teasing your clit, pinching the sensitive bud before sliding two digits into your slippery hole. Your face immediately plants onto your sheets, hands gripping tight as he stretches your pussy with his fingers.

He kneels behind you and you feel his cock spring on your ass before aligning himself at your entrance.

“N-no, wait!”

He only manages to push in with the tip of his head, soothing the small of your back as he waits for your additional instruction. His knees have your legs trapped in between as you prop yourself up with your elbows.

“I-I, can you… uhm—“ your knees straighten and Ajax follows your lead, sitting on the back of your legs with his tip still inside your pussy, “let’s stay like this.”

Ajax sighs, letting you adjust to his girth, fingernails softly grazing your ass. “Suit yourself.”

He wants to put it all in so bad. His abs tense up with every clench of your pussy, fingers digging into the fat of your ass every time you do it, and he doesn’t miss the way that makes your breath hitch and your pussy tighten up even more.

His fingers lightly trail your thigh, making their way up along the side of your stomach, stopping just beneath your breast. He figures he doesn’t have to wait long when you begin to squirm and mewl underneath him, wriggling your ass for more friction on your pussy. And god, do you feel so good and tight and slippery, he must’ve slipped.

“Oh!” you cry out, skin of your knuckles thinning with how hard you grip the sheets. Ajax stretches your walls as he bottoms out, ramming his balls onto your pussy. “Mmff! Ajax~”

“What’s that?” His cock twitches inside you when he finds your fingers have made their way to your clit.

“Move.”

pspsps. reblogs and comments are appreciated ♥︎

[librababe99]

In the Shadows of Gotham

cw: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, smut, Bruce Wayne x Girlfriend!Reader, fingering, p in v,  oral (f! receiving), overstimulation, body worship word count: 3.1K Summary: Bruce Wayne, the man who lives in the shadows of Gotham, the protector and savior of the city, has only one true weakness—you. After a long night of crime-fighting, Bruce returns home to indulge in your presence.

A/N: This is my first time writing for Bruce and I've had a few ideas swirling around for some time...I was ready to get something out! Happy reading <3

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The weight of Gotham’s night clung to the man you loved. Shadows danced through the large windows of Wayne Manor, wrapping their cold tendrils around the walls of the lavish bedroom where you lay waiting. The clock on the bedside table ticked past 3 AM, a constant reminder that Bruce was still out there, somewhere in the darkness, risking his life for the city that never slept.

You had grown used to the late nights, the endless hours of waiting, but tonight felt different. There was a heaviness in the air, thick with anticipation. You had caught glimpses of it over the last few days—how the tension seemed to coil around Bruce’s muscles like a bowstring, how his eyes darkened with an unspoken need whenever they settled on you. You could feel it building, the way you felt the storm brewing over Gotham before it broke the sky open.

The low, familiar sound of the Batmobile’s engine pulling into the hidden cave beneath the manor jolted you out of your thoughts. Bruce was home.

The idea made your heart race with a blend of excitement and nervousness. He had been so distant lately, his focus entirely on Gotham’s latest wave of crime. But tonight, as you lay in bed, waiting for him, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to change.

The door creaked open, and there he was, standing tall in the shadows of the room. Bruce Wayne. The man, the myth, the enigma wrapped in darkness. He shed the Bat like an old skin, letting it fall away as he stepped toward you. His broad shoulders were still encased in the black of his suit, but his cowl was off, revealing the intense blue of his eyes that locked onto you.

"You're awake," he said, his voice low and rough from the night's exertions.

"I couldn't sleep." Your voice was soft, inviting.

Bruce stood at the edge of the bed, towering over you. His gaze roamed over your form, lingering on the way your body was partially hidden beneath the sheets, but exposed enough to draw his attention. You felt the burn of his eyes on you like a physical touch, and heat bloomed in your core.

"You should rest," he murmured, though his voice was threaded with something darker, something deeper.

"I was waiting for you," you replied, sitting up slightly, the sheet slipping further down your chest, revealing the curve of your breasts.

His eyes darkened further, and a low growl of approval rumbled in his chest. "You shouldn't have to wait."

"But I want to," you whispered, your voice a breathy invitation. "I always wait for you, Bruce."

His control snapped like a taut wire. In a heartbeat, he was crawling onto the bed, moving with a predator's grace. He loomed over you, one hand coming up to cradle your face with surprising gentleness, while the other slid beneath the sheets, brushing over the softness of your skin.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he rasped, his lips inches from yours. "How hard it is to come back here night after night and not just...devour you."

"Then don't hold back," you breathed, leaning into his touch. "I want you, Bruce. All of you."

His lips crashed against yours in a kiss that stole the breath from your lungs. It was desperate, needy, filled with all the pent-up emotion he'd kept locked away behind the mask he wore for Gotham. His tongue slid against yours, and you moaned into his mouth, your fingers tangling in his thick, dark hair.

The hand that had been caressing your face moved down to grip your hip, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the hard length of him pressing against your thigh, and it sent a wave of heat pooling between your legs.

But Bruce didn’t move to undress you right away. Instead, he pulled back, staring down at you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

"I need to touch you," he said, his voice rough with desire. "All of you. I need to remind myself that you're here. That you're real."

You nodded, your breath catching in your throat as he slowly peeled the sheet away from your body, exposing your naked form to his hungry gaze. His eyes roamed over every inch of you, as if he was memorizing the way you looked, committing it to memory in case he never got another chance.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

You flushed under his praise, your body trembling with anticipation as he lowered himself down beside you. His large hands, rough from years of fighting, slid over your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He started at your collarbone, his fingers tracing the delicate line of your neck before dipping lower to cup your breasts. His thumbs brushed over your nipples, and you gasped, arching into his touch.

He took his time, worshipping every inch of you with his hands, his mouth following the path his fingers had blazed. He kissed the hollow of your throat, the curve of your breast, the soft swell of your stomach. Each touch, each kiss, was slow, deliberate, as if he was savoring the taste of you, the feel of your skin beneath his lips.

You were lost in the sensation, your body humming with pleasure. But it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

“Bruce,” you whimpered, your hands fisting in the sheets as his mouth trailed lower, kissing along the inside of your thighs. “Please...”

He groaned against your skin, his breath hot as he kissed his way closer to where you needed him most. “Patience, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Let me take my time with you.”

You whimpered again, your body aching with need, but you knew better than to rush him. Bruce was a man who controlled every aspect of his life with iron discipline, and that control extended to the bedroom. He liked to draw things out, to savor the slow build of pleasure until you were trembling on the edge of release.

And that’s exactly what he did.

His mouth finally found your core, and you cried out as he dragged his tongue slowly up your slit, teasing you with featherlight touches. He hummed against you, the sound vibrating through your entire body as he tasted you. His tongue circled your clit, drawing tight, controlled patterns that had you gasping for air.

Your hands flew to his hair, gripping the dark strands tightly as he continued to torment you with his mouth. He licked and sucked, his tongue never stopping its relentless assault on your clit. You could feel the orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure winding in your belly.

“Bruce,” you gasped, your hips bucking against his face. “I’m so close...please...”

He groaned again, his grip on your thighs tightening as he increased the pressure of his tongue, pushing you closer to the edge. You could feel the heat building, could feel yourself teetering on the brink of release.

And then he stopped.

You cried out in frustration as he pulled back, his lips glistening with your arousal. “Bruce, please...I need...”

“I know what you need,” he growled, crawling back up your body. His eyes were dark with lust, his pupils blown wide as he hovered over you. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Before you could protest, he was kissing you again, his mouth hot and insistent against yours. You could taste yourself on his lips, the salty sweetness of your arousal mixed with the raw, masculine flavor of him. It was intoxicating, and you couldn’t get enough.

His hand slid between your bodies, his fingers finding your slick entrance and slipping inside you. You moaned into his mouth, your body arching off the bed as he began to pump his fingers in and out of you, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot deep inside you.

“Bruce,” you whimpered, your nails digging into his back. “Please...I need...”

“You’ll get what you need,” he rasped, his breath hot against your ear. “But first, I want to feel you come around my fingers. I want to watch you fall apart for me.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you clenched around his fingers as the coil of pleasure in your belly tightened once more. He added a third finger, stretching you in a way that was just on the edge of too much, but it felt so good that you couldn’t stop the moan that tore from your throat.

His thumb brushed over your clit, and that was all it took to send you tumbling over the edge. Your body seized, and you cried out as the orgasm crashed through you, your walls clenching around his fingers in waves of pleasure.

Bruce groaned, watching you with a look of pure, unadulterated lust as you fell apart beneath him. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “That’s my girl.”

You were still trembling from the aftershocks when he pulled his fingers out of you, his lips crashing against yours once more. You could taste yourself on his tongue, the tang of your release mixing with the roughness of his kiss.

Bruce pulled back, his chest heaving as he looked down at you, his eyes darker than the Gotham night. His hands were still on your trembling thighs, holding you open for him, and the way he gazed at you was as if you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the world. There was something primal in his expression, a need so deep it made your pulse race all over again.

"You're stunning when you come," he said in a low, gravelly voice, the sound vibrating deep in your chest. His fingers trailed up your thigh, teasingly grazing your oversensitive folds, and you whimpered at the sensation. You were still throbbing from your first orgasm, and even the slightest touch made you shiver with both pleasure and overstimulation.

But Bruce had other plans for you tonight. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “I’m not finished with you yet, sweetheart.”

A thrill shot through you at his words. You could feel the weight of his desire pressing against your thigh, hard and insistent, but instead of giving in to his own need, Bruce seemed intent on worshiping you, on drawing out every ounce of pleasure he could. You had seen him like this before—focused, deliberate, a man on a mission. Only now, his mission was you.

You bit your lip as he kissed down your neck again, his lips and tongue tracing the path of your earlier shudders. He was slow, methodical, savoring the way your body responded to him. Your skin was hypersensitive after your release, and every kiss, every brush of his rough hands, sent sparks of sensation through you.

“Bruce…,” you breathed, unsure whether you were begging for more or asking for mercy.

His lips curled into a smirk against your skin. “Too much?” he asked softly, though there was a teasing note in his voice. His hand slid back between your legs, his fingers lightly tracing your swollen, soaked folds. "Or maybe... not enough?"

The ache between your thighs reignited at his touch, and you moaned softly, your body arching toward him. You were caught between the lingering sensitivity of your first climax and the overwhelming desire for more. The pleasure had barely faded, and already, you felt it building again. Bruce's fingers dipped inside you once more, stroking you with a maddening slowness that made you squirm beneath him.

"I want to feel you come again," he said, his voice rough with need. "I want to see how many times I can make you fall apart for me tonight."

His words, dark and delicious, sent a new wave of heat pooling in your belly. You could feel the tension returning, the slow, insistent pulse of pleasure building as Bruce continued to work his fingers inside you, his thumb brushing over your clit in rhythmic circles. You clenched around him, your body already betraying you, already chasing the high of release again.

He was relentless, patient, his fingers curling against that sweet spot deep inside you, his thumb rubbing circles around your oversensitive clit. You could barely think, barely breathe as the pleasure built higher and higher, threatening to overwhelm you. You had never been so close to overstimulation before, and it was both too much and not enough all at once.

“Bruce—please, I—I can’t…” You gasped, your hands clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

“You can,” he growled, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You will.”

His thumb pressed harder against your clit, his fingers moving faster inside you, and the coil of pleasure in your belly tightened so quickly you couldn’t stop the moan that tore from your throat. You were trembling, shaking with the intensity of it, your entire body on the verge of shattering under his touch.

Then, without warning, the orgasm hit you again, harder than before. Your vision blurred, your entire body arching off the bed as the pleasure exploded through you, wave after wave crashing over you. You cried out his name, your voice hoarse with the force of your release, and Bruce groaned in response, watching you fall apart beneath him.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Let go, sweetheart.”

Your body trembled with the aftershocks, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Bruce’s fingers slipped out of you, and you whimpered at the sudden emptiness, at the loss of his touch. But he wasn’t finished.

He kissed you again, his lips soft but insistent, and you melted into him, still shaking from the force of your second orgasm. His body pressed against yours, his hardness unmistakable as he settled between your legs. You could feel the heat of him, the weight of him, and it sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through you.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his lips trailing down the curve of your neck. “But I need more. I need to be inside you.”

You moaned softly, your body still thrumming with overstimulation, but the thought of him filling you, of him finally giving in to his own desire, made the ache between your thighs flare with renewed intensity.

"Please," you whispered, your voice trembling with need. "I want you, Bruce. I need you."

He groaned at your words, his resolve crumbling as he reached down to line himself up with your entrance. He was thick, hard, and the moment the tip of him pressed against your slick heat, you gasped, your body arching toward him in anticipation.

Slowly, agonizingly, Bruce pushed inside you, stretching you in a way that had your toes curling in pleasure. You moaned softly, your hands gripping his biceps as he filled you completely, inch by inch. It was almost too much after everything he had already put you through, but the pleasure far outweighed the pain.

“God, you feel so good,” he growled, his breath hot against your neck as he finally bottomed out inside you. “So fucking tight. So perfect.”

He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to the feel of him, but you could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles trembled with restraint. He was holding himself back for you, trying not to overwhelm you too soon, but you didn’t want restraint anymore.

"Bruce," you whimpered, rolling your hips against him, urging him to move. "Please…"

That single word broke him.

With a deep, primal groan, Bruce began to thrust into you, slow at first but with a growing intensity that had you gasping for air. Every stroke sent a shock of pleasure through you, your oversensitive body responding to him in ways you hadn’t thought possible. Each time he bottomed out, the head of his cock pressed against that sweet spot inside you, and the pleasure radiated outward, overwhelming you.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, your back arching off the bed as you moaned his name over and over again. He was relentless, his hips snapping against yours with increasing force, each thrust driving you higher and higher toward that precipice you had already tumbled over twice tonight.

"Look at me," Bruce growled, his hand gripping your jaw, tilting your head so that your eyes met his. His gaze was intense, filled with heat and adoration, and the sight of him above you, so consumed by his need for you, made your heart race. "I want to see you come for me again."

Your body obeyed before your mind could catch up. The tight coil of pleasure in your belly unraveled, and your orgasm hit you like a freight train. You cried out his name, your walls clenching around him, milking him as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you.

Bruce groaned, his hips stuttering as your release triggered his own. With a deep, guttural moan, he buried himself inside you, his body trembling as he spilled into you. His thrusts slowed, becoming more erratic as he rode out his orgasm, until finally, he collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing hard, slick with sweat and sated.

For a few moments, the only sound in the room was the sound of your ragged breaths mingling together. Bruce’s weight was comforting on top of you, grounding you as your mind slowly returned to your body. He didn’t pull out right away, staying inside you, still hard enough to keep you full as he kissed your forehead, your cheek, your lips.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice rough but filled with something softer, something tender.

You smiled up at him, your hand sliding up to cup his face. "So are you."

Bruce let out a soft chuckle, his lips brushing against yours in a lazy, languid kiss. “I think I might’ve broken you,” he teased, his thumb tracing the curve of your swollen lips.

“You did,” you admitted with a breathless laugh. “In the best possible way.”

He rolled over onto his back, taking you with him so that you were lying on his chest. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close, and you let out a contented sigh as you snuggled into the warmth of his body.

“I could stay like this forever,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to his chest, just above his heart.

Bruce smiled softly, his hand stroking your back in slow, soothing circles. “So could I.”

For a while, the two of you simply lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten. There was no crime, no shadows. There was only the two of you, tangled together in the aftermath of your shared pleasure, basking in the warmth of your love.

[anantaru]

cw. enemies to lovers, rough fucking, mean wriothesley, mentions of "good girl" and "fucktoy", fem! reader

you shouldn't adore wriothesley— nor look at him with those glowy eyes which occasionally manifest into a dazed glimmer when he finds himself in between your thighs after making your life a living hell— the arrogance of his person prickling through his entire facial expression that it made you sick to your stomach.

but those parted lips of yours, they made him go insane, and they're quite delicious if he was being honest.

wriothesley wonders how they'd feel tightly wrapped around his dripping cock— are you a soft sucker and get wet when his musky scent invades your nostrils? do you take your time like a good girl? or do you want him to sob hysterically as you harshly hollow your cheeks and swallow his cock until the tip of your nose tickles his base and your chin repeatedly hit his sore balls?

your mouth was hot against his skin and left him fully exposed— his lips quirking up against your face when he grinds his hips desperately with a rumbling hum, his expression sickly sweet with barely hidden amusement when your pussy instantly clenches down on him. the friction was near unbearable that your cunt made squelching noises that echoed through the animated hotness in the room.

"oh, wow," wriothesley whispers softly, his fingers clasping at the flesh of your thighs, keeping you steady and open, tongue laving wet into your mouth as he drags your arousal-slick walls back around to his own desperate erection twitching in you.

"you're already dripping wet," he pauses, his breathing uneven as his hands catch on either side of your sore body, thrusting into you as your back bends with a feline arch tilted upwards,

"i'm so flattered," he adds, "but you're so dirty, so fucking dirty,"

wriothesley points out the obvious, carefully pushing his cock through your walls rather than slamming it as he had intended, in fact— you cannot wait to make him pay for practically humiliating you with his choice of dirty talk.

considering that it even came to this point was unbelievably embarrassing if the duke wasn't this handsome.

although whenever he opens his mouth to speak, you could take back everything you said instantly.

"don't play dumb with me," he watches how you struggle, how you writhe beneath his large body and glance questionably up through lowered eyelashes.

but instead of answering, you continue to moan softly into his shoulder as he practically punches the air from your lungs while warming the deepest parts in your pussy, rolling his hips faster into your cunt and watching with pride how you're slowly turning into his little fucktoy.

"ahh.. shut it," you pant out, though it hardly distracts him from fucking the broad daylight out of you.

"come on," wriothesley demands, "don't you know when to quit denying that you do like all of this?"

he retorts and instantly manhandles your body and thrusts you back and forth like you're practically made out of nothing.

"yeah..." you whine, "won't give you— ah! fuck,"

your hands slip beneath his shoulders to hold him closer to soften the impact of the fast, teasing shoves on your cunt before you tease faint scratches on his back, your nails like searing daggers on his skin, setting him aflame.

he captures those swollen lips of yours in a filthy-wet kiss, slower and less violent than before that it made you flinch a little, tongues sliding hot and slick with near-pornographic promise, sweet tides of your melting liquids slicking around your thighs and the base of his cock, drying on your flesh and looking filthy.

denying yourself off this pleasure was no longer an option— because you enjoyed this, as much as he did, the air shifting between your bodies with rapid, shallow thrusts that the tension pulls so taut that you wonder how long your limbs would allow him to fuck through you.

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[ellecdc]

just had an idea for a fic/drabble!

poly!wolfstar where reader is self-conscious/insecure about like her stomach being a bit chubby (or something like that) and wolfstar catch her looking at herself in the mirror, and Sirius is all like touchy and hugging and Remus is all like telling reader about how he is insecure about his scars?

idk the idea just popped into my head lol

thank you mother :)

- 🌙

thanks for the prompt, lovie <3

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader who was feeling insecure about her appearance today

CW: poor body image on readers part, discussion of body issues/insecurities, mostly fluff I think

You took a heaving breath as if the simple action of slipping off your jeans and unclasping your bra had actually given air better access to your lungs.

It had been one of Those Days™; a day where every article of clothing felt too tight on your body, your brain felt too critical of your appearance, innocent comments felt too pointed, and your body felt too heavy for your legs to carry.

You spent the day in a state of masochistic self-sabotage by slowing your pace in order to stare at your reflection in passing windows and cars, looking at the disappointing view in the glass doors of the frozen section in the grocery store feeling terribly sorry for everyone else who had to look at you too.

And you were still doing it; even now after shedding your unflattering and restrictive clothing in place of one of Remus’ large jumpers, you stood in front of the mirror and scrutinised your form, hand pulling the fabric tight over your middle exposing the outline of your stomach alerting you to the fact that you were, indeed, no longer a sprightly little teenager.

“Admiring the view, dovey?” Remus asked as he leaned against the dresser to your left; you only tuned in at his petname for you, however, meaning you didn’t realise he had a) asked you something, or b) knew more than he was letting on. 

“You’ve got great taste, dollface.” Sirius added as he came up behind you and hooked his chin on your shoulder; eyes roaming your body that seemed equal parts hungry and adoring. “It’s one of my favourite sights too.”

You looked up to meet his gaze in your reflection to correct him, only to realise he knew what he was doing - or better yet, he knew what you were doing - looking at you with one eyebrow arched as if daring you to contradict him. 

“What’s that head of yours telling you now?” Remus asked as he positioned himself beside the mirror and admired you and Sirius. 

You sighed as you returned your gaze back to yourself, simultaneously annoyed that you couldn’t seem to hide anything from your boyfriends and grateful for the fact that you didn’t seem to have to.

“I’ve not felt very pretty today.” You offered slowly, not daring to look at either of them for their reactions.

Remus hummed in acknowledgement and Sirius tightened his hold on you. “I’m sorry you’ve not felt that way.” Sirius offered cautiously and just as slowly after a beat of silence. “But that doesn’t mean that you aren’t - pretty, that is; you know that, right?”

You made a sound of disagreement causing Sirius to hum sympathetically. 

“You’re hardest on yourself, dovey; I think when you spend so much time looking at yourself, you stop seeing the appeal.” Remus tried, causing you to chuckle slightly.

“I look at you boys all the time and I never stop seeing the appeal.” You admitted shyly, causing Sirius to chuckle as he swayed your bodies back and forth.

“I could look at the two of you all day.” Sirius offered salaciously; trailing a hungry gaze over the length of Remus’ body as the two of you delighted in the fierce blush it elicited from your boyfriend. 

“I could too.” Remus said somewhat chidingly; his gaze softening as it moved back towards you. “That’s my point; I’m not always pleased with the reflection I see when I stand in front of a mirror - but I very much enjoy looking at the two of you.”

“But…you’re so handsome.” You offered bemusedly, truly not understanding how someone who looked like Remus sodding Lupin could feel anything but gorgeous.

“So you’ve said.” Remus replied with a smirk.

“And we’ve told you how gorgeous you are, so why argue with us? Don’t you think we know what we’re talking about? Two of the hottest blokes snagged the hottest girl around, why are we even talking about this?” Sirius joked, earning him a warning pinch in the side by Remus for his cheek. “What!? It’s true!” 

“While I agree it does seem absurd to try to convince such a beautiful girl how truly beautiful she is, Pads, not all of us walk around with an ego the size of Buckingham Palace.” 

“Play nice you two.” You chided; placing your hand atop of Sirius’ where it lay lovingly on a part of your body you wished he’d not pay any mind to, though he seemed to feel nothing but love for it. 

“You’re the one being mean to our sweet girl, dollface. You play nice.” Sirius replied, punctuating his sentence with a kiss to your neck. 

“I’ll try.” You agreed, smiling at Sirius in the mirror before flitting your eyes slightly to the left to see your other gorgeous boyfriend watching the two of you with the warmest and softest gaze you’ve ever seen.

You may not always see yourself as beautiful, but dammit when you had your two boys looking at you with that much love and affection, you couldn’t help feeling at least a little beautiful.

[valentine-cafe]

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﹙ yandere mad doctor x fem assistant reader x yandere mad scientist  ﹚.𖹭 ݁

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you are now regretting your nights of passion with your bosses. because when you try to resign after witnessing some horrific things done by their hands - well, let's just say that jìngyí very promptly reminds you of a few photos in his possession. along with how your body will always crave him and his husband.

﹙ cws ﹚: dub con ˖ blackmail ˖ thigh riding ˖ pussy smacking ˖ penetrative sex ˖ mouth play ˖ rough sex ˖ threesome ˖ use of slut/whore ˖ some degradation ˖ office sex ˖ multiple orgasms | wc : 1.9k 

﹙ receipts ﹚: i have no idea what I was on when I wrote this but istg these two had me loopin 

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“Now why couldn’t you be a good girl like this when you first stepped in?”

Your trembling knees split over a dark pants leg. Calloused palms graze the exposed, soft flesh of your thighs. With long fingers curling into your supple skin and pulling you closer. Pressing your folds covered by black panties down onto his leg.

A soft mewl drips from your lips before your hand raises to your flushed face. Shame filing you to your core as you are ground down on your boss’ thigh. If only to whimper when he circles your wrist with his grip and pins it to the arm of his ebony office chair.

“Now,” Jìngyí tuts. A small spank delivered to your ass before he’s pressing you down further. The pressure combined with the bouncing of his leg twists pleasure through your core and your head throws back slightly. “Why hide that pretty face from me, sweetheart? Let your boss see how well you ride his thigh.”

The slow smile on his perfect lips made you wish to slap it off of his gorgeous face. Sharp features that hang a dark expression at the idea of doing this to you.

Again.

Tears of frustration well in your eyes. If only to spill when two fingers reach down, pull your panties to the side and stroke at your little clit. “A-Ah - sir,” is all you can whine. Hips bucking into his a bit more at the swirls of pleasure.

“There you go.” Jìngyí’s dark croon makes your ears wish to bleed. All you can do is helplessly rock yourself down on his thigh. On his thumb that mercilessly rubs at your throbbing clit. Just to see the way that you spill all over the fabric of his pants.

“I thought you enjoyed my touch? You did so last time. Oh how you spilled.”

His hand yanks your thighs up a bit. So that he can deliver a small smack to your weeping cunt before he’s shoving you back down and grinding you rougher. A yelp, then long, whining moans pull from your lungs and your hands shakily take his shoulders.

The look on your face says it all. Of course, you have always been painfully attracted to him - and his husband - you even found yourself between them on a few nights of passion. But recent events drove you to try your luck at quitting. Fearful of those that you called superior. Those you thought were gentle, benevolent.

Which is what wounded you up here. Riding on your boss’ lap after he so promptly reminded you of what exactly he has on your name. . . the scatter of nude photographs you so foolishly consented to blare on his desk. Evidence of your naivety.

Perhaps you should simply enjoy it. You do. The wonderful feel of the fabric against your quivering slit. His hands all over you. Either gripping at your thighs and grinding you faster or slipping up to cup at your breasts. His rough thumbs running along your perked nipples after a small spit to slick the sensitive flesh.

“How you mewled for me, my dear. Barely wanted me to leave this tight little pussy huh?” The doctor’s deep voice rings against your ear. His hands clamp down on your thighs and slot you over further. Fingers part your folds. Creating the most intense combination of pressure and friction that has you whining out and limping into him. Your hips sloppily grinding as pleasure swells through your being.

“S-Sir - Jìngyí - please,”

“Oh no, darling. Please, cum for me, hmm?”

That drawl in his voice. The way he reaches down to flick at your clit before tracing back up to rub your hard nipples. The feel of his lips is devilish on your neck. His hands. Everything.

You cannot stop yourself from the moan that spills. The desperation in both your tone and actions as you clench up around nothing. The pleasure brings a memory of his thick cock splitting you in two. Milking you for all you’re worth. And -

It’s enough to have you cumming. Creaming on his pants leg as your face falls into his shoulder. Mouthing into his neck as you moan for him. While your hips needily rock into him to ride out your orgasm. Feel that pleasure just a bit longer.

“There you go. That’s my girl. There she is.”

Jìngyí lets out a husky chuckle. Pulling at your thighs again so that you are kneeling over his. An eager tongue swipes across his lower lip at the sight of your essence dripping. Without warning - two fingers swipe along your slit. Stroking a few times before bringing the slick to your mouth.

His eyes said it all. Open darling. And so you do. Greedily taking in your own cum so that you might feel his digits press at the back of your tongue. Hear that deep chuckle of approval.

The hitch in his breath tells you he’s about to speak — if not for the door that slides open. Your heart stops, yet when you try to pull away from his fingers he merely curls them on your tongue and claws at your thigh.

“So,” a smooth voice, practically dripping with velvet, eases into the room. A familiar song that has you pressing your hips down onto Jìngyí’s thigh. “Suppose you were right, gēgē.”

A trail of saliva is all that connects your mouth to the doctor’s fingertips before he spins you around to face his husband’s cunning smirk. Those large hands split your thighs as Jìngyí grinds his hard bulge up into your dripping pussy. Earning a moan for Rishen who only grins at the sight.

“My - is it even considered blackmail at this point?”

He murmurs. Maroon eyes cast a glance to the pictures across the desk - a flash of memory washes over his gaze before the lust is all focused on you again. His smooth hands press down on your inner thighs as he leans over you. Red lips pressing to yours slowly, sensually. You cannot help but whimper.

Realisation rears its head. And your cunt throbs at the idea of being used by the husbands again. It twitches at the mere sight of them exchanging a kiss over your shoulder.

“Such a desperate little thing. But as promised,” Jìngyí sighs with a small shake of his head. “She is all yours first, my love.”

It’s all you heard before blurs find your vision. You aren’t even sure when you wounded up in Rishen’s lap who took his husband’s place in the chair - who you now face as Jìngyí leans against the desk. You couldn’t even remember hearing the buckle of his pants -

All you can feel is his hardened tip running along your wet slit. The mere notion that he’s already hard and ready for you has you whimpering.

“Mister Herrera . . .”

Your croak is greeted by one of those delicate, ring-decorated hands again. Fingers that wrap around your jaw and flex to squish at your face. Pull your head to the side to meet his addicting kisses once more.

“Hmm, darling? Are you scared?” Rishen’s drawl has you squirming. Especially when his tip drags between your folds. Collecting your slick and smearing his own.

“Shouldn’t be. You remember your favourite cock, right?”

And oh, does your pussy remember. It clenches the second he begins easing in. Inch by inch. As though trying to cling to it - make sure he never leaves again. Thank him for filling you to the brim as he always does.

Needy moans spill. Your hips buck at the feel of his dick throbbing in your gummy walls. The way that his hands guide your hips so that he can grind up against all of those perfect spots that have you mewling.

“R-Rish - Rishen,”

His spank to your thigh immediately has you correcting yourself. A trembling - ‘sorry Mister Herrera’ - taking its place before all you are subjected to is hiccups and gasping moans.

He fucks up into you mercilessly. As always. His grip easing from your thighs, to your hips - wrapping around your waist so that his gold rings dig into your skin. The new leverage that he has gives him the perfect force to bounce you like a ragdoll back onto his cock.

“A-Ah - hngh -mngh!”

“Yeah - yeah look at that. You were going to leave this, darling? Leave this cock? Huh?”

You sob and shake your head as the wet plapping of skin fills the room. Rishen makes sure that his balls slap against your fluttering folds repeatedly. Make sure you take all of him so that you can remind yourself what you tried to leave.

It is only when you see a blink in your vision that you look up properly. The sight before you only makes you clench up and cum around Rishen with a whining gasp.

Jìngyí stands there, leaned against the desk with a holographic screen at his right fingertips. Two fingers over a digital camera lens - very obviously recording the scene. You and your sopping cunt taking your other boss’ cock as though you were made for it. Spilling all over his lap as though you hadn’t brought your resignation in this morning.

“Seems like someone is a bit too excited over being filmed,” murmurs the doctor. Resisting the urge to reach his free hand down and stroke over his own bulge.

Rishen’s chuckle mocks your ear. A sharp clap echoes through the room. With the stinging flesh of your ass the evidence of his harsh hand. “Seems so. Ever the needy slut.” His hips piston with more force. If that was even possible. Pounding up into you until you’re throwing your head back and sobbing out apologies.

“P-Please - please - Rihh - Jìng - hngh.”

“Please what, my dear? Please fuck me faster? Please fill me up?”

“Please keep me here? Please keep recording?”

Their taunts bring tears to your eyes and squeeze the air out of your lungs. If not that — then the way that Rishen abruptly stood. Shoving you to the desk so that your legs dangle and rutting against your ass until you’re drooling all over the wood. Eyes rolled back. Cum squirting down your quivering thighs.

“Good little whore. Why leave when your pussy so desperately wants to stay?”

Rishen removes himself with only slap to your sopping cunt. Switching places with Jìngyí who wastes no time in unbuckling his pants and easing a rough hand over your head. So that your face is shoves into the desk. Moans melting into the wood as he presses into your dripping hole.

His groan is heavy. So are his thrusts. Heavier than his husband’s. More demanding - they shook the table even more somehow. All while you can do nothing but take it. Take - and take - and take your favourite cocks until you’re spilling all over the floor.

Dizzy. Pleasure filled. Begging for more. What a fool you were to think you could live without this.

“That’s it. Such a loyal whore.”

“Better get used to it, sweetheart. If you won’t be our secretary - how does our pretty little cumdump sound?

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