#f hcs

[khioneee]

simon is possessive and obsessive.

“you’re mine.”

the sound of his hips slapping against yours echoed through the room, each thrust harder and faster than the last. the force of him inside you was overwhelming, leaving you gasping for breath. a broken cry escaped your lips as your orgasm hit, tearing through you at the unforgiving pace he’d set. your body trembled beneath him, bouncing uncontrollably with each thrust as you clawed at the floor, desperate for anything to hold on to.

tears blurred your vision, but even through the haze, you could see him—ghost. his massive frame loomed behind you, the white skull mask glowing dimly in the low light. his blue eyes pierced through the shadows, flickering occasionally into a deep, predatory stare before shifting back, as if a monster lurked just beneath the surface.

a shaky, heated smile curled your lips as you caught sight of yourself in the mirror—wrecked, helpless, taken completely by the man behind you. every thrust sent shockwaves through your body, and the way he possessed you made it clear there was no escape.

simon leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, his voice low and rough. “i’m going to make you watch me take you over and over again until you’re nothing but a numb, broken thing.”

then he slammed into you harder, pulling a ragged cry from deep within you. your nails scraped the floor in desperation, but there was no reprieve, only his unrelenting rhythm.

“i’m still angry,” he growled, his words vibrating through you as he thrust deeper, faster. “and i’m going to make sure you understand, love—no other man will ever satisfy you again.”

his pace quickened, every thrust a punishment, every motion a claim. you could feel it—his rage, his desire, and the dark promise that dripped from his voice. and in the mirror, it was all laid bare: the power he had over you, the way he unraveled you completely.

simon was taking you, body and soul, and there was no turning back.

[lostalioth]

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭

→ premise: eddie wasn’t convinced you were as innocent as you acted. his pervy thoughts of you were often guided by all the little dirty things you did. he knew he shouldn’t think that way you were his friend after all but you had to know what you were doing to him right?

→ pairing: perv!bestfriend!eddie x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, 2.1k words, corruption kink, dacryphilia, frontagge? [eddie rubs his dick against her til he cums?] unprotected penetration, small bit of degrading language [whore], nicknames [baby, pretty girl, sweets, pretty best friend], reader is described to wear eddies shirt and pink/girly clothing a bit, not proofread

→ a/n: kinktober 12

Eddie was a touchy guy, a very touchy best friend in fact. He seemed to lack any awareness of personal space when it came to you.

Having you sit in his lap during movie nights whether it's just the two of you or if Robin or Steve join in. Laying his head in your lap while you play with his hair and his hands palm at your thighs tracing shapes on them. Draping his arm over your shoulders and pulling you to his side when you're in the middle of a conversation with someone or leaning his body weight against you. Now to you and your naive mind, you found all this and everything else he may do as innocent, you didn't understand why everyone new you met assumed the two of you were dating.

Except for Eddie everything he did, he had a little pervy underlying reason to it. Leaning on you and pulling your body against his to feel your soft skin on his and subconsciously claiming you as his. Sitting you in his lap to feel the heat radiating from your pussy on his cock even through multiple layers of fabric. Laying his head on your lap and rubbing on your thighs Imagining his head is buried between them instead.

Constantly he came up with any excuse he could to have his hands on you, to have your body against his, even rub up against you when given the chance when he’d scoot behind you to get somewhere even if there was a clearer path to his destination. Rubbing his bulge lightly against your ass when he’d brush by. To him there was no way you weren’t aware of his intentions when he did these things and all the little pervy moves he made. Every dirty thought he had or thing he did was guided by the seemingly not so innocent things you would do.

Though you weren’t actually aware of just what the things you'd do, did to poor ole’ Eddie. Batting your eyelashes at him when you wanted to be the one to pick the movie, pressing your body against him of your own accord when a scary part came on during one of his movie picks. He even swears though he isn’t 100% sure it wasn't a very vivid dream that you were grinding your ass against him for a second one time you were sitting in his lap.

It was currently one of those frequent movie nights and Eddie was painfully hard, his cock has been aching the moment he walked inside your house. Part of it sure was that he was just excited to have quality time with his pretty little best friend but then when he came in and saw the state you were in he was a goner. You were more comfortable around Eddie than anyone and you had opted to be cozy so all you had on was a long t-shirt and frilly pink socks, no pants on. Being the perv he was and with the fact he couldn't tell exactly he was secretly wishing you didn't have any panties on either.

Eddie got to pick the movie and it was one he’d seen a million times over so it didn't matter that he couldn't bring himself to pay attention. His eyes glued to you, your thighs exposed almost more than they are when you wear your tiny lacey skirts that also almost kill Eddie. Any last drop of reserve or self-control he had was slowly draining away from his body.

If he thought too hard about everything he felt like a piece of shit bestfriend that all he could think of during movie nights anymore was bending you over your living room couch and claiming your pussy as his. Making you his as you whine and moan that it's too much to take and he tells you what a good girl you’re being. Expect there was a small denranged part of him that desperatly wanted to corrupt your sweet naive mind until you’re the one who can only think about him fucking you, making you just as much of a pervert as he was.

Far too lost in own dirty thoughts he fails to notice that the movie has now ended, meaning it was your turn to pick and he should probably stop staring at your body.

“That was a good movie. Ed's wasn't as scary of a movie as you usually pick” your sweet voice snaps him out of his trance and he reluctantly tears his gaze away from your thighs crossed over one another.

“Oh uh yeah, figured I’d pick a calmer one this time for you sweets” he explains, lightly coughing as he squeezed the pillow that's been covering his lap this whole time, a small smile that doesn't reach his eyes forms on his face as he finally turns his attention to your face. Though switching his focus fails to dull the throbbing in his stiff cock, if it goes on any longer there's definitely going to be a wet spot in his boxers. You smile back at him before getting up from the couch, running over to the kitchen and putting the empty popcorn bowl in the sink. He watches as you walk away, a small groan leaving his lips, it didn't help that the shirt you wore was one of his old hellfire shirt’s. You in his clothes always made his heart ache just as much as his dick, you often stole his shirts or hoodies which didn't help people thinking you were dating and Eddie secretly loved that.

With a bounce in your step you make your way back over to the couch, standing more in front of Eddie as you do. Bending at the waist you lean over to pick the remote up off the oddly low coffee table, your shirt riding up as you do. Giving him an agonizingly perfect view of your ass and the mound of your pussy in your little pink panties. “Oh fuck..” he groans out, his knuckles turning white from how hard he is gripping the pillow infront of him. You turn around facing him now as you lean back up, having heard Eddie mumble out something. “What’d you say Ed’s??” You question with a cute look of confusion on your face.

His last ounce of composure and restraint flies out the window as he throws the pillow off his lap and grabs ahold of your hips pulling you into his lap.

“You fucking feel that pretty girl? That’s what you do to me, fuckin’ killing me sweets” he groans out, his bulge pressed right against your cunt, his jeans and your thin panties do nothing to stop him from feeling the heat settling in your core. you gasp out dropping the remote onto the cushion besides you as you feel just how hard he is. The cold metal of his rings sends a shiver down your spine when his hands push up at your shirt, bunching it up as they go. “But- I didn't do anything, or- I didn't mean to anyway Ed’s” you manage to stutter out, taken aback by both his abruptness and how good his cock feels against you even confined in denim. Lifting you up before letting go of your hips for a second so you're hovering over him, he unbuckles his belt and button to his jeans before tugging them down his thighs. “Ed’s I-I dont think best friends do this…” you whine out yet don't make any move to stop him as he grabs ahold of your hips again, planting your pussy right on his cock again with only thin underwear separating you now. You may be naive and innocent but you weren't a virgin you were well aware of what he was doing.

“it’s okay baby, just be my pretty little best friend and let me play with you okay, my cocks aching for ya’ yeah?” His tone is soft and slurred, his head going hazy in desire for you and the fact you were letting him go this far. “Mhmm~ okay i can do that��� you whine out, your hips having a mind of their own squirming and grinding against him as his hands rub down your thighs.

“Atta girl sweets, s’good to me, always so sweet on me” he groans out as his fingers inch closer and closer to your aching pussy. Your slick has managed to begin soaking your panties, while Eddie's tip leaks precum forming a matching wet spot on his boxers. Tugging your panties to the side he runs his middle and ring finger through your slick folds, running over your clit that jumps at the small bit of attention. Your breath catches in your lungs as your eyes are glued to where your best friend's hands are playing with your leaking pussy. “Eddie.. it feels s’good” you whine out your hips bucking at his touch every time his fingers brush over your bundle of nerves.

“Look at you pretty girl, so fucking wet f’me like a little fucking whore” he groans out as he pushes down at his boxers, you lift your hips to help subconsciously. He pushes them down only enough to let his cock spring free, his cock thick, tip reddened and as veins run along the underside of his shaft. Your eyes are entranced by the sight, your mouth watering and your hole clenching around nothing, who knew your best friend had such a pretty cock.

Grabbing onto the base of his cock he angles it to nudge open your slit and run his tip through your soaked folds, grinding his shaft against your pussy. “Ahh~ pleasee Ed’s need you inside” you whine out, already getting overwhelmed, his cock rubbing against your bundle of nerves and tip just barely pushing at your hole before slipping out. The ongoing teasing and desire for him to push inside you crowd your head making it go fuzzy. “Nooo not yet baby, not till you're begging for it, gotta corrupt my sweet innocent little best friend til shes a cock hungry whore begging for me to fuck her” he chuckled darkly, even though he was more desperate than you to finally push into the warm heat of your cunt he was gonna make you beg for it.

Tears well up in your eyes threatening to fall as you buck against him in response to his hips grinding against your pussy. “Aww ya’ gonna cry sweets? Go on cry baby, beg for it” he groans out, he knew it was sick but as your tears fall down your cheeks he can feel his balls tighten, heavy and full of cum that's almost ready to burst. Your slick and his precum mix together to soak your panties, the thin fabric turning see through as he hooks it over his cock to keep it pressed between your folds.

“Fuck im gonna cum pretty girl, should cum in these fuckin’ flimsy panties and ruin em’ then stuff them in your mouth as i stuff this pussy” he growls out, his words making your pussy throbbing and your head spin, your head nodding frantically desperate for him to do exactly that. “Yeah baby? Want me to do that?” He taunts, a lopsided smirk glued to his lips as he leans in closer, forehead pressed against yours while your tears continue to fall down your cheeks, your eyes turning red and puffy the longer you cry out in pleasure.

“Please Ed’s yes!~ please need you to cum and i need you to fuck me please” you moan out, a deep stasifaction settled in eddie at your plea and he surges forward to press his lips to yours muffling your whines. Your thighs burning from grinding desperately against him, the last string of Eddie's snaps just as you dig your nails into his biceps and cry out his name into the heated frantic kiss. Hot ropes of cum spurt out and coat the inside of your panties and paint your puffy folds. Not stopping his thrusting Eddie grabs his cock that's still sandwiched under your now ruined panties and guides his still leaking tip to your entrance. Pulling away from your lips, he slaps his hand over your mouth just as he pushes inside you in one sharp hard thrust. A cry of pleasure and maybe some pain falls from your lips, along side a long line of curse muffled agianst his rough hand as he fucks up into the wet heat of your pussy that clenches down on him.

“My pretty bestfriend’s gonna be such a good fuckin’ cock drunk whore, all f’me now, all mine” all you can do in nod in respone, your eyes nearly rolling back in pleasure.

→ a/n: I rushed the end of this so i could get it out today and get back on track with kinktober lmao and somehow its still 2 thousand words and some change lmao but anyway enjoy loves give me feedback and tell me if something is misspelled this wasnt read over as im tired.

[toonsforkicks22]

If threatening Vicky says how much Timmy meant to them, imagine the absolute beef they have with his parents 💔

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

lotus

a/n: this has been sitting half-written on my pc for i don't even know how many months (tbh at least half a year. i was living somewhere else when i started it wow). finally took a deep breath and finished it (though with an ending that kinda flies by a bit because just wanted it to get done. i was scared that the story would never see the light of day, so zooming through the ending was a better option)

summary: a nervous breath then escaped his lungs before he uttered, “you do know what kind of massage this is, right?” to which you only blinked back at him all the same, none of your shock evaporation at his words, “you know that I’m here to give you more than just a regular massage?”

warnings: massage therapist!bucky barnes x reader, smut, sex worker!bucky, bucky doesn't have the metal arm in this one, thinking that your friend just signed you up for a normal massage but then it turns out to be an erotic one, kissing, dirty talk, manhandling, fingering, toys, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, anal, double penetration

word count: 4000

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With a hand tangled up in one of the ties of the robe you wore, you answered your front door after finally hearing the bells chime.

“Hi,” a soft smile swiftly warmed up the features of the man standing on the other side of the threshold, “are you miss Y/l/n?”

“Yeah, I am,” a tingle of nerves flickered through your body as your gaze washed over him, “you must be the masseuse.”

Why did he have to be so attractive? If it was this difficult to remember to breathe when he was standing completely out of your reach, then how were you going to survive a guy such as him touching you?

Following your gaze down to the folded-up table he carried, he nodded, “guilty,” before setting down the duffle bag he clutched in his other hand and extended it for you to grasp, “my name is Bucky.”

“Bucky,” you briefly shook it, “nice to meet you.”

“You too,” the touch faded, and he bent down to pick the supplies back up, “so, where should I set up?”

“Oh, in here, in the living room,” you gestured behind you and shifted to the side for him to enter. As he set up everything, you stayed at the perimeter and felt your heartbeat thump behind your ribcage, “is it weird that I’m a bit nervous?” you then quietly asked.

Briefly pausing his actions as he unfurled the massage table, he cast a glance your way.

“It’s not weird at all, it’s okay,” he stated in a calm tone, “but I assure you, this is a completely safe space, you’re in good hands.”

“I just–, this wasn’t exactly my idea, or even at all,” your hands fiddle further with the terrycloth tie around your waist as you began to ramble, “Nat, my friend, she told me that I needed to relax, so she booked this appointment for me as a treat. I don’t even know what it is she signed me up for, if it was just like a little five-minute long thing or what.”

“Oh no, she signed you up for the full package, 90 minutes.” 

“Really?” your eyebrows rose, “wow, that’s amazing.”

Once the table was set up and he rummaged through the bag for a towel as well as other supplies, his low timbre filled the room once more.

“So, before we start, I’d just like to ask if there’s anything off limits to you, anything you don’t like or that you’re not interested in? Or perhaps something in particular you’d like today?”

“Uh, I don’t think so,” your eyes narrowed slightly as you thought, quickly scanning through your body to get a good sense, “you can just be as rough with me as you want.”

“Alright, you like it rough, good to know,” you felt yourself suck in a silent breath at the way the phrase fell from his lips, “you ready to begin?”

“Yep,” you swallowed, hoping he didn’t notice how flustered he seemed to make you. 

He then lifted up the ivory sheets he’d sprawled out on the plush bench and held it up high, giving you a smidge of privacy as you dropped your robe to a nearby armchair, before laying down on the table and feeling the cotton drape over you. 

As you layed there on your stomach with your face comfortably nestled in the little nook, you sensed Bucky adjust the fabric, folding it down so that your entire back was exposed. 

A dull click found your ears as he pumped some oil into his palm. The very first touch conjured a brisk breath to fill your lungs as his hands slid along your spine, spreading the slickness around. 

Though when you finally managed to force yourself to relax into his touch, a soft moan slipped from your lips as his meticulous grip found a muscle particularly sore.

“Sorry,” you timidly apologized for the sound. 

But he simply zeroed in on the very spot that had made you groan and said, “don’t apologize, whatever bubbles up, please let it out.”

Your lips stayed half parted as his touch dug deeper, “it just feels really good right there...”

“Yeah, you seem to be holding a lot of tension in your back, especially right here between your shoulder blades.”

“Probably all the time on the couch,” you let out a pitiful chuckle, “I just kept on getting into uncomfortable positions and then stayed like that. Which, funnily enough, is pretty symbolic of how I ended up there in the first place, stuffing my face with Ben and Jerry’s and binging the most depressing of romcoms.”

“Bad breakup?” he guessed. 

“I don’t think you can call it a break-up if you never really were together in the first place,” you let out a sigh. Yet again had you fallen for a guy who’d turned out to be a complete and utter asshole, “men are just pigs,” you spat out, “no offence.”

“Oh, none taken,” he uttered, “you know, it’s actually very common for people to get this particular treatment after something like that.”

“Really? Your touch is on the same level as bawling your eyes out to Joni Mitchell?” you jested, “well, now I’m really happy that I let my friend talk me into this.”

Soon, when his touch had kneaded every inch of your back, it faded away and reappeared lower on your frame as you then felt him fold the sheet up to expose your legs, letting the thin fabric only drape across and cover the curve of your bottom. 

Once his touch had soothingly wandered up the length of your legs and as his broad palms dented your slightly parted thighs, you nearly didn’t notice through the trance-like state you’d drifted off to when his reach crept close enough to your core to feel the heat radiating off it. A gasp parted your lips as his fingers briefly ghosted against the very outside of your puff before retreating back down your thigh. 

“Is it alright if remove this for a bit?” he then asked as you felt his hand clutch the sliver of modesty that remained. 

“Oh, uhm,” you fought to comprehend his question through the haze you’d slipped into, both the haze of relaxation, though maybe more predominately the haze of sin, which was most likely what had swayed you to utter, “sure,” trying your best to stay calm as he removed the sheet completely. 

It became a difficult task to keep your quiet noises at bay and have them not seep through your heavy breath as he then began to massage the soft peak of your butt. 

You tried to remind yourself that it was the biggest muscle on the human body and thereby completely normal to be treated in this manner, but that truth would have been easier to swallow if it had been a less attractive specimen touching you in such a way. 

Eventually, Bucky’s lavish rubs came to spread you apart with each repetitive motion, surely granting himself a perfect view of just how mortifyingly wet you’d become. 

As he let his broad thumbs dig into your sitting points, you told yourself it was the slipperiness of the oil that caused his fingers to sweep closer to your core and not your own nectar that had leaked down towards his touch. 

It felt so good that your hips unconsciously tilted up and into his touch, as his thumbs slid close enough to caress your outer lips, nearly capturing them in a gentle pinch. 

You didn’t know how long it took, how long you essentially grinded into him as if you were in heat, but eventually, you snapped out of your fog and realized just where his fingers were. 

“U-uh… w-what are you doing?” your frame jumped slightly at the realization.

“Do you not like this?” his touch paused, though didn’t retreat. 

“Why–, uhm…” you nearly panted, “you’re just very close to somewhere else.”

And when he simply uttered, “yeah, I know,” in an almost amused and cocky tone. You swiftly propped yourself up onto your arms and glared back at him, successfully prompting him to rip his hands away.

Snatching the sheet back over your frame as you scrambled to a seat, you stared back at him in utter shock, “I’m sorry, but are you actually trying to sleep with me right now?”

His brows furrowed slightly as he blinked back at you, seemingly confused at your outburst, “I’m just doing my job.”

“I’ve had massages before, that was not–… that right there was something else. That was not you doing your job, that was your hands being persuaded by your dick.”

A nervous breath then escaped his lungs before he uttered, “you do know what kind of massage this is, right?” to which you only blinked back at him all the same, none of your shock evaporation at his words, “you know that I’m here to give you more than just a regular massage?”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh boy, I’m sorry, I thought you knew…” his glance fell to the floor as he then began to enlighten, “well, the lotus wellness center, where I work, specializes in the blend of not just physical and mental health, but also sexual health and satisfaction. An erotic massage, like the one you were signed up for, is one of the many services we offer.”

Your eyes had grown as wide as saucers during his explanation, “o-oh…”

“I totally understand if you wanna stop, if you’re not interested.”

“I–…” you tried to make heads or tails of the situation you found yourself in, “so you were gonna–, what? Fuck me?”

“I was gonna try and make you feel good, help you relax and unwind. You were signed up for the aurelia treatment which would involve me using my hands to pleasure you, as well as whatever toys you might be interested in.”

“Toys?”

“Yes, I have a generous collection with me,” he briefly gestured back to the duffle bag resting on the couch. 

“Okay, uhm…” one of your palms came down to brush over your features as you fought to comprehend it all.

“Do you want me to pack up and go?” you heard him ask. 

Slowly, ever so slowly, before you even realized it was moving, you shook your head. Letting your gaze flutter back up to find his, you exhaled lowly, “fuck…”

“I can also just give you a completely traditional massage if that’s what you want.”

“…and if I wanna try the other thing?” you nearly whispered. 

“Do you?”  

“I–…” you tried to speak, though couldn’t find the words and ended up just hazily nodding back at him. 

“Alright,” he gently mirrored the nod that still faintly rocked your head, “I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, I promise. You just say the word, okay?”

“Okay,” you breathed, shivering slightly at the tingle of goosebumps that spread across your flesh. 

The way he held your gaze a moment longer before shifting it to the massage table you still sat upon made you feel as if you might melt off it entirely.

“Lay back down,” he faintly nodded to the bench. 

Your eyes stayed glued on him long after you now layed sprawled out on your back. 

Letting his touch graze the sheet you still absentmindedly clutched to your chest, he asked, “do you wanna keep this on?”

“No,” you shook your head faintly, “you can remove it.”

“Okay,” he gently peeled the fabric off of you, “just say if you get cold, alright?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, still having a hard time wrapping your head around the fantasy you found yourself in. 

He began by working at your arms, tenderly spreading some oil across them and massaging down the length of them, one at a time, till his skilful fingers descended to work at your palms. It nearly felt as if he was merely holding your hand before he tossed you into the deep end with how intimate the simple beginning sensed. 

You couldn’t command your gaze to leave his visage as you traced his every move as if he was made of stardust. 

When his warmth let go of your hand, he reached for the bottle of oil that didn’t have a pump and unscrewed the top. Your bottom lip got caught by your teeth as he then poured a bit out over your stomach, curving the s-waves of droplets all the way up and across your boobs, dripping over your pebbly nipples as they stared back at him. 

As Bucky began to rub it in, he first stared softly down at your belly before swooping up, only to skip over your tits entirely and instead yanking a disappointed whimper from your lungs as he then commenced massaging your shoulders. 

You felt a bit lightheaded as you blinked up at him, all tall and broad, looming above your head and digging his warm touch into the base of your neck. 

Though when his rough palms finally did swoop down to caress your soft peaks, he quietly checked in, “this okay?” to which you simply nodded your head, eyebrows knitting together at the intenseness of the built-up anticipation.

Your entire chest cage heaved beneath his touch as he finally massaged your boobs, even occasionally fleeting away to ghost across your nipples, only to capture them in a pinch the next moment. 

You felt as if you were floating down a calm stream, letting the river of sin take you somewhere new and wonderful. 

Eventually, his broad palms swept up and down your form, though each time his reach dared to near your core, he barely touched you at all, missing entirely the spots that throbbed for attention, which of course only caused the sensation to deepen and render you even more desperate from his teasing. 

When he then shifted to stand to the side of the patted table, his deep voice washed over you once more as his touch stayed warm against your skin.

“Everything okay so far?”

“Yeah…” you hummed as you lazily blinked up at him, and the soft smile that curved your lips caused a similar one to bloom upon his own. 

His slow stride then carried him further down till his fingers began to dent the softness of your thighs. 

After he’d made your eyes flutter at the way he worked at the muscles in your legs, focusing on one thigh at a time, slowing working his way up till his fingertips stretched to dizzily brush against your outermost petals, it was then, that his sweeps grew and blossomed till one fleeting tease to your centre morphed into more as he kept coming back, each fluttering time slowly transforming till the maddening pets had become everything you’d dreamed of.

Soft whimpers flowed out of your lungs as he gently folded each of your legs up by your sides and cracked you wide open for him.  

As he gazed down at you with such intensity you’d never experienced before, it only took one step for him to change his angle and stand tall next to your hips. 

Letting his palms run up your inner thighs, the edges of each of his broad thumbs then met and joined on either side of your pussy as he captured it in a light pinch, making you moan softly, “fuck….” as his touch rolled your clit through your glistening puff. 

You nearly didn’t catch it because of how hard your own pants were, but Bucky’s own breaths had picked up as well and with a few stray curses seeping through his teeth as he continued to pluck at the strings of your pleasure. 

But then, before you could truly lose yourself to the ecstasy you felt flicking in your periphery, his hands slipped away, a smirk fast on his lips as a whine escaped you and he returned his attention to the rest of your body. Though thankfully, his torture only carried on a short moment before he finally granted you the first of many treats.

“Oh, yeah,” you couldn’t help but moan as he rubbed your clit and carried you over the peak. 

“Right there?” he leaned down closer to you as he kept up his pace, his free hand coming to rest right beside your head as he loomed over you. 

“Yeah,” you breathlessly panted as your body trembled beneath his touch. 

“Yeah?” he huskily echoed, nearly sharing your breath as he drew out your orgasm for as long as he could, and even as your body began to squirm at the sensitivity that swiftly set in, his touch never left you, only lightened to make it bearable and tickle you back from the high. 

He studied your features fiercely as his fingers then came down to tease your entrance. 

“How about this?” your leaky hole swallowed up the two digits he swiftly filled it with, “how’s that? Is that what you want?”

“Oh fuck!” your back briefly arched and lifted you off the table, closer to him for but a moment as sloppy sounds of your want echoed at the slow rhythm he played you at. 

“Or do you need a little more maybe?” he sneaked another finger inside, “huh?” his frame then bent down till you could feel his hot breath fan across your face, “what do you want? You want something more to make you feel good right here?” his fingers slid back out of your pussy and fluttered up till they found your puffy pearl, “or here?” he briefly soared back down to plug up your cunt once more, but only offered you one messily rock before his digits slipped back out and drifted down much further than you expected, “or maybe even here?” you let out a gasp as the slick pads of his fingers glided over your little rosebud. 

“I–, I–,” you struggled to answer him, feeling so foggy that you might just fall off the table, “fuck…” 

“I have any toy you could dream of with me,” he purred as your grip found his shirt for support, “so, what do you want?”

“I want–, I want–”

“What?” he pushed as he continued to stare down into your eyes. 

And as blinked back at him, only one wish came to mind, one that you timidly whispered, “y-you…”

But as fear began to prickle at your nerves, they all dissipated as the masseuse wasn’t offended at all, your words somehow conjuring a dazzled smile to appear upon his lip before he then chuckled warmly, “roll over for me.”

You nearly gave yourself whiplash from the hast you tried to fulfil his command.         

As he soon kneeled down to be on level with where your head was now twisted and resting on its side, his hand drifted up for you to spot the dildo clutched in his grasp. 

Handing it off to your flicking fingers, his touch briefly lingered on your cheek, stroking it softly as he said, “then pretend this is me, will you? Get it nice and sloppy for me.”

When you began to plant pecks across the silicon, your eyes shadowed him as far as they could as he straightened back up and walked back far enough to disappear from your sight, only for you to know where he’d gone to once you felt his mouth begin to devour you whole. 

It became difficult to concentrate on the task he’d given you, so much so that he had to remind you each time his lavish tongue buried between your legs caused your own to forget itself. 

Arching your ass further up towards his efforts, he tilted away from your drooling cunt and instead nipped up till he lapped against your other hole. 

“Oh, that feels really good,” you moaned around the dildo as you tried to catch a glimpse of him, though only saw the edge of one of his hands and they dented your bottom. 

“Yeah?” he let a dollop of spit drop to your rosebud before he nudged the pad of a thumb against it, “you like having this little hole played with?”

“Uh-huh,” you nodded, then watched as he momentarily dipped away to snatch up a butt plug from the zipped-open treasure trove his bag was. 

Once the toy was snugly buried within your little ass, he snatched the dildo out of your mouth and a string of your drool chased the silicone as he brought it back to tap against the sloppy petals of your pussy. 

It didn’t take very long after he’d begun to fuck you with the toy that you tumbled over the edge once more, making you that much more malleable when he yanked at your legs and manhandled you down to the bottom of the bench till your unsteady feet were once again on the floor and he had you bent over the table like a needy whore. 

That was also when your weak pleas began to bubble out, begging for him to fill you up with something other than a toy. 

Even though you couldn’t see his face, you swore you heard a tinge of astonishment in his tone when he asked you to clarify, making sure it really was him that had you begging and not just the way he made you feel. 

Though once you finally managed to convey the sincerity of your words and convince him of the way he and not just the acts he was performing, drove you wild, it was in the middle of chasing your next high that he broke his pattern and traded out the dildo with his own hard cock. 

A low moan seeped across your spine as he buried his length completely and let himself melt down against your back. Letting himself savour the sweetness of your warmth clenching around his fat girth, it took him a while before he finally began to move and soon found a steady pace that had your toes curling against the floorboards. 

His fingers gently dug into the soreness still remaining all down your back as his hips repeatedly collided with the plush of your ass in desperate thrusts. Though as his digits worked their way down the length of your spine, they eventually found the little plug that still remained in your ass. 

Teasingly twisting the toy, you thought that was everything he had planned, though all of those fantasies fluttered away when he suddenly yanked the small plug out and switched it with the bigger toy still firm in his grasp, your little hole only managing to wink up at him before he stuffed it full once more. 

You lost track of the amount of times he made you cum as the remainder of the intense dance became a bit of a blur. At one point he had you flipped around and lying on your back, gasping up at him as he folded you in half and nearly broke the massage table beneath you from how hard his deep strokes were. At the next, the dildo he drove you mad with was traded out with his own fat cock and he conjured a vibrating wand to hold against your puffy clit as he watched your pussy leak from the bliss. But at the end, once you were nothing more than a puddle on the table, his load painted against your tits as he let his frame drape down atop of yours, a hazy question left your lips.

“Is that usually how that goes?” you asked as you both panted, plastered against one another. 

Raising himself up only enough for his eye to catch your own, he uttered sincerely, “no…” and his gaze flickered down towards your lips, “no, it is not…” before he let himself give you the thing you hadn’t dared to request. The kiss was so sweet it nearly caused you to forget the sinful acts you’d just wrapped up.

© 2024 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[gigi-loveless]

summary - loser!roommate!ellie gets you a special new toy.

warnings - smut (duh), use of vibrator, very very light degradation

authors note - this has been sitting in my drafts for like two months 😭 anyways!! requests are open!

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loser!roommate!ellie who is obsessed with toys. and i mean obsessed.

new packages are always on your doorstep from some sketchy ass website, triple wrapped with duct tape. curiously, you peer over her shoulder while she flips out her pocket knife and digs it into the box, breaking the seal with ease.

"what is it, els?" you ponder, brushing your hand over her shoulder sensually.

"shh. you'll see..." she nearly whispers, plucking the small, purple toy out of the box. thighs rubbing together in anticipation, you tilt your head at the oddly shaped item, as ellie smirks at you.

“so this….is a phone controlled vibrator."

oh.

~

“els…..” you mewl out, reaching your fourth orgasm of the night. the knot in your stomach pulsed, the aching becoming unbearable, vision going fuzzy.

“hold it.” she answers nonchalantly, not even bothering to look up from her phone to see the pathetic mess you’ve made before her. scrolling just to flip back to the app for a moment to turn the vibrator up to an agonizing high, pretending to wipe her mouth to cover her shit eating smirk.

“this was just to test it out….i’m supposed to take you out when you can barely behave yourself here?” she chuckles, her fingers drumming against her thigh.

the moans you were suppressing were absolutely sinful to keep to yourself, though ellie urged you to be quiet. just to make things interesting, you let out a pornographic whine, throwing your head back in pleasure. the room goes quiet for a moment, besides the trill of the tv.

“mm…..” ellie hums out, running her fingers through her auburn locks, gesturing her head towards the tv. “js’ watch your show, princess.”

suddenly, the steady, reliable trill of the toy began to pulse erratically against your puffy, throbbing clit, your back arching into it involuntarily. chanting her name like a prayer, your high is approaching quickly, guttural whines finally escaping the confines of your throat.

“thought you were better than that angel….” ellie tuts, taunting you as she strips of her boxers, her favorite light blue strap sitting snugly on her hips.

pt. 2….? this was supposed to just be a drabble but i got carried away oops!

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[tartppola]

silver♀ dump + fairy gala sil/prefect sillies..........

[sevsbunny]

just need to take a moment to talk about being on your knees for sevika <3

i got carried away um eighteen plus minors and men dni

shes been prepping you this entire time, having a pretty purple dildo on the floor for you to sit on and warm while you’re on your knees for her. your cunt is crying around this thick cock, making your thighs clench harder.

“pretty doll,” her flesh hand cups your chin, her thumb softly grazing over your bottom lip. your eyes are blown out, as she stands over your smaller frame beneath her.

she’s mostly nude, save for the boxers and her strap she’s got. you can see the shimmer magic thrum through her skin as it reaches her strap, seeing it softly bob a little bit

you licked your lips, eyes trailing back up her torso to her breasts, the perk brown nipples making your mouth water. “can’t tell you how perfect you look on your knees for me like this.” her voice is a perfect tone of low, gruff lacing through her tone as she looks down at you with hooded eyes

you’ve never seen her give you such a needy gaze, her chest heaving with each pant as she stares at you and you can tell the shimmer is starting to take over her as her cock starts to strain against her boxers

“tell me,” i drawl on, licking my lips as i keep my hands firmly against my thighs, short nails digging into my skin in anticipation as she smirks.

“look like you were ready to suck my cock.” she says bluntly, bending a bit at the waist as she comes to lean down nose to nose with you. she smells of musk, gun smoke, mint, cigars. it was flooding your mind.

you let out a soft gasp as she reaches her metal hand around the nape of your neck, burrowing her fingers into your scalp to tug on the hair and pull your neck back, exposing it to her. “so easy,” she comments lowly, nosing your neck gently before pressing a gently kiss against your skin, in contrast to her tugging on your hair to keep your neck exposed for her

she trails more kisses up your neck to your jawline before nipping at the skin gently, her flesh hand going to her boxers, palming herself.

“you want it, baby?” she murmurs in your ear, your breathing is staggered as you watch her palm her cock through her boxers, purple shimmer fluttering through her veins faintly. your head was spinning, cunt throbbing and dripping. you needed to be filled with her one way.

“please, sir,” she chuckles as you call her ‘sir’ loving the way the title sound falling from your lips. she loved seeing how pliant you were under her touch, how easy you seemed to be just by a simple few words and touches

“hm, don’t think you want it that bad,” she chuckles again before standing up to her full height again, a soft whimper leaving your lips from her absence. she coos at that, sly smirk on her lips a she takes her metal hand from your hair and uses it to push back her short dark hair. you were practically drooling as you watched her figure - they way her stomach contracted as she moved, the soft whirs of her mechanical arm as she moves the muscles.

“vika…” you whine under her. she looks down at you with a short gaze, a smile on her lips as she lets go of her hair and walks up to you close enough so you can rise to your knees and be eye level with her crotch

“take it out then. show daddy how bad you want it.” you groan as she speaks, before you remove your hand from your thighs and to the waistband of her boxers. you pull her closer to you, pressing a gently kiss over her clothed cock earning a soft gasp from the woman above

you nuzzle your nose agains her clothed hard cock before licking a soft stripe up the fabric of her boxers, making her shudder under you. instantly, her flesh hand went to meet your head, tangling her fingers into your hair. “slow, baby.” she warned softly, making your thighs clench.

your teeth grazed the edge of her boxer before you hooked your fingers on the sides of her boxers and pulled them down with your teeth, making her cock spring out. you let out a soft gasp as her cock hits the bottom of her tummy, brushing against the thick happy trail.

sevika was huge, the cute pink tip of her cock leaking cum already making you lick your lips and catch a drop as it dribbled from the tip. she let out a groan at the sight, cursing under her breath and furrowing her brows

“fuck,” you haven’t even put your mouth on her and she was already cursing and groaning. you felt a swell of pride surge through your chest, already being able to make her feel this way. your hands trailed back up her thick thighs to the base of her cock. your hand was snug against the base and her dark bush, making you whine softly at how bad you needed her in your mouth

“go on, baby. show daddy how bad you need her cock.” you licked her lips before wrapping them around the tip of her dick, making her moan lowly above you, the grip she had on your hair tightening. “yeah, just like that..” you suckled the tip of her cock slowly, languidly moving your tongue in swirls before messing with the slit of her dick, making her moan loudly above you.

you moaned around her befor you decided to take more of her. you hollowed your cheeks, making sure to have enough room as you went down further. her metal hand went to the other side of your head to steady you, help you down on her thick cock.

“oh, sweetheart look at you. so eager and ready to suck daddy’s fat cock huh?” she grins down at you as you can only look up at her, your nose suddenly brushing the thick curls of her bush at the back of her cock. you let in a breath, smelling her sex and musk as your mind clouded. you were only enveloped in her.

she holds you there for a second before she starts moving her hips — your fingers digging into her thighs. the toy at this point was almost unbearable, and she hadn’t given you an permission to move an inch. you wanted to so bad, you needed to move and feel the toy work your pussy while sucking her off.

she must have noticed you beginning to squirm under her, your hips slightly moving just a smidge — enough for her to notice the movement. pushes her harder on her cock, the tip of her dick hitting th back of your throat.

“were you given permission to fuck yourself on the toy?” your eyes are glued to hers as you try to shake your head, but she doesn’t wait for the answer. she just takes you off her cock to grip your chin, bending down at the waist again, now nose to nose with you

“you only get to fuck that pussy when I say so, understood?” her tone was deep, rough and undeniable sexy. it should come off as threatening, but you couldn’t help your body’s response as your cunt throbbed around the toy.

“yes sir,” you respond quickly. satisfied with the answer, she growls softly, furrowing her brow again before standing back up and pushing your mouth back down on her cock.

taking your head with her hands, she starts to thrust her hips against you, face fucking you with her dick. she can’t help it — the need of having to control you was about to break. your mouth was so warm and wet for her, how well you opened your throat to keep taking her abuse on your throat

“good girl, princess,” she groans through thrusts, tipping her head back and she fucks your throat. “mouth feels also as good as your pussy.” she screws her eyes shut as she imagines how warm your pussy is — how it’s being prepped right now on that purple dildo underneath you, snug in your cunt where her cock should be

“doing so good for me, fuck -“ she looses her breath as her thrusts become a bit erratic, her breaths becoming shallow and the grip on your head is overwhelming. your cunt was throbbing around the purple dildo, dripping down the toy and onto the carpet you could only imagine. “i’m gonna cum baby i-“ she let sour a choked moan as he thrust stall, and you can feelher cock throb in your mouth as you feel her cum down your throat

you loved tasting her, having her a heavy and panting mess above you as she takes your mouth. she loves having this control, this possessiveness. claiming you as her own.

“shit,” she breathes out with a moan as she slowly moves her hips, her cock sensitive but still hard as she slips her dick out past your lips. she leans down and grips your chin with her hand, bringing her lips against yours and tasting herself on your tongue. “let’s see if that cute pussy of yours can take daddy’s cock now.”

[yoyomomiko]

TYSM 4 THE DAISUKE HEADCANON, IT SO CUTE I WAMT TO SQUISH HIS CHEEKS SO BAD OMGGGWGWHAHAH...anyways. HUGGING/CUDDLING/SLEEPING, KISSING, PET NAMES/NICKNAMES HEADCANONS...AS IS WJAT ARE HIS FAVE ONES???? OR OMG LIKE JEALOUSY HC, OR TEXTING, AS IN IS HE A FAST TEXTER OR SOMEONE WHO REPLIES LATER? HOW WOULD HE WRITE AND DOES HE SEMD RANDOM THINGS OR LIKE THOSE SAPPY GOODNIGHT/GOODMORNING TEXTS?...hope it's not annoying🧍, also u dont have 2 write them all!! im just legit tweaking for that man🙏🧎😭

Pairings: Daisuke x F!reader

Warnings: slight mention of nsfw on the sleeping part, but in reality it's just what the other crew thinks :)) not proofread, probably contains grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language!!

HC: hugging, cuddling, kissing and sleeping with our favorite boy!!

(A/N): DW I LOVE WRITING FOR DAISUKE!! I mean who ISN'T tweaking about that man😍 This is a bit boring but um yeah😢 I HAVE LIKE SO MANY REQUESTS FOR THIS MAN ALREADY IDK HOW I'M GONNA FINISH WRITING THEM ALL I'M HAVING A VERY BUSY WEEK BUT OH WELL!!

╰┈➤ This is like a part 1 btw since I'm gonna write EVERYTHING you requested because I'm crazy like that😁 -> m.list

-- part 2

★HUGGING

You can't tell me this man doesn't love hugs.

For short hugs, he's gonna quickly put a hand around your shoulder. Or maybe he'll just keep you in a quick embrace before letting go.

For longer hugs, he's going to keep one of his hands on the small of your back and the other on your upper back.

OR he's gonna just hold his arm loosely around your waist, it depends😋

Daisuke loves to hold you, that's a fact. He just likes being with you in general, he feels lucky af

★CUDDLING

Like I mentioned in another post, if you sleep in the same bed, you'll get cuddles every single night, I don't make the rules.

Daisuke doesn't mind if he's the big spoon or the little spoon, just CUDDLE with him

If he's the big spoon, he will keep you close, hold you to his chest, arms loosely wrapped around you, pulling you in.

If he's the little spoon, he's gonna curl up and let you spread out or whatever, you can even throw your leg over him he doesn't mind

He's probably gonna let you lay your head on his arm, but then he'll have that weird, tingly static-like feeling covering his whole arm

But he'd be too embarrassed to just pull his arm away, even if it hurts him, he just kinda lets you stay there since he doesn't wanna ruin your comfort.

He's usually the little spoon, he just likes being held and wrapped in your arms. He feels more comfortable that way.

But at the same time, he LOVES being the big spoon, because he feels like he's keeping you safe and secure from whatever difficulties or 'monsters' there are (jabortion)

I feel like his favourite cuddling position is Sweetheart's Cradle, he just prefers to hold you like that, it's easier for him and it's just 'so romantic' (his words not mine)

If you aren't aware of what that position is, google it because I have NO idea how to explain it mb gang😢

If he wants cuddles he's gonna nudge you and lay his head on your shoulder, and if you don't get the hint he's gonna trust fall on you

Lovely cuddles btw, he lives for them and he loves them so so much!!

★KISSING

Okay so he's whipped

Kiss him on the lips while you're passing by him and he's gonna be at your feet

He loves loves LOVES when you just place a small kiss on his forehead and tell him he did something great

I'm telling you I just KNOW this man would kiss every single inch of your body

He likes to kiss the back of your hand softly while doing something for you, he feels like you're a princess

That's right, you don't feel like you're a princess, he feels like you're a princess

I feel like he enjoys short kisses more than long ones, he prefers them quick idk🤷‍♀️

BUT he doesn't mind making out with you so um GO AHEAD😋

Daisuke probably would risk it and make out with you somewhere other than the bedrooms, but he'd be scared that you two would get caught. It's just the THRILL he feels when he does it that gets him going, yk?

PULL ON HIS HAIR WHILE MAKING OUT

He's gonna ask for reassurance to make sure he's kissing you goof enough

★SLEEPING

CUDDLES EVERY NIGHT

Omg SLEEP WITH HIMMMM

I feel like he loves having you play with his hair while whispering praises to him as he slowly drifts to sleep (who doesn't😢)

Daisuke will also just talk about his day while you're also falling asleep, listening to him rant and babble on and on about what he accomplished

I kinda think that at some point someone caught you two sleeping together and probably had other ideas

SWANSEA: He probably rushed to wake up Daisuke, since Daisuke usually kinda just sleeps in. He opens the door to reveal that the young man isn't in fact alone, but accompanied by another person. Swansea notices it's you and all of the sudden something clicks in his head, realizing why Daisuke would talk so much about you. He doesn't mind it, as long as you two are happy. Of course, Swansea at first thought you two did something, but he quickly reassured you guys that he doesn't mind as long as you two don't wake him up at night.

"It's fine, just stay quiet and don't wake me up at night. Don't make this a habit."

ANYA: She wanted you to help her with something, not bothering to knock on your door as she opened and took a look inside. She scanned the room, only to notice you laying in bed asleep with Daisuke. She thought it was sweet and cracked a smile, but probably also thought you two did something else. She felt guilty for invading your privacy and quickly closed the door. She didn't expect you to do such things, but it wasn't a surprise it was Daisuke who was next to you. She's gonna DENY that she opened the door to your room.

"Did you need something earlier this morning?" "What? No, I don't know what you're talking about..."

Jimbo has no reason to enter either of your rooms, and neither does Curly.

Anyways, Daisuke loves sleeping with you because that just makes time for extra cuddles. He doesn't mind if anybody says anything about that, he simply does not care.

Your room or his room? Good question. Both, both is good.

It's usually his room, it just feels better that way. Plus, he has a Gameboy and you two stay up at night playing or watching him play!!

Stays cuddled up with you beneath the blankets to keep you safe!!

He snores. Loudly. You either have to wake him up so he can shut up or you just get used to it.

Since he sleeps with his mouth open he also sometimes drools, BUT, he never managed to drool on your sheets so I guess that's fine😣

He's fine omg

JUST SLEEP WITH HIM IN ANY WAY HE'S GONNA LOVE IT!!

★yoyomiko ★miko

[suguru-getos]

࿐ husband neuvillette nsfw hcs (f!reader) ࿐

you didn’t know when you got married to the chief justice that he was that good in bed. like? how? where do you get the time? :// honestly — it’s insane. the way he knows your sweet spot as if it’s what he’s been searching for all this time. when the first time you two did it, it got you dizzy and you cried at the overwhelming love & affection he showered you with.

peppering sweet kisses everywhere, your forehead, your cheek, your chin, right below your ears until he reaches your collarbone !! neuvillette loves to nibble onto your supple skin. gently suckling at the sweet spot on your neck until you get used to it, then switching to a harsher suckle, maybe a little teeth. it’s the territorial instinct inside him which gets him hard and turned on the moment he sees you all vulnerable and marked up.

he loves toying with your titties, he’d literally spend a lot of time on them. massaging them, kneading them with his large, powerful hands and marking them his. the way his tongue twirls into your aching bud and makes you gasp for more. yes, he has made you cum with just your titties alone. you didn’t know it was possible until neuvillette decided it is.

neuvillette is a dom inside out. a pleasure dom who gets off to seeing you writhe under him. you’d always be told to moan out. “come now darling, don’t try to hide your moans. i want to know how it makes you feel.” he’d slowly yank your palm off your mouth. “sing for me.” he cooes as he thrusts inside you, watching your eyes roll back in sheer pleasure.

breeding kink 101. i think he uses a lot of words and phrases like, “going to look so cute with your belly carrying our child”, “going to breed my little angel full of me, she can take it right? of course she can. tell me — tell me you want to be bred full of my seed.”

size kink -> it’s always hard for you to fit him inside, he’s especially huge and girthy, veins decorating his thick cock while he lubes your cunt with his pre. he loves when you get a little intimidated by his size until he has to assure you that he’d always take care of you & never hurt you.

despite him not being too harsh most of the time, he still insists on there being safewords. “don’t want this possibility to ever come true, but still, no harm in being prepared darling.” he’s fine if you make up your own safe word or he is happy to follow the traffic light system for ya.

sometimes though? you want him to snap. best method is to make your territorial dragon jealous. there are often events like banquets held in fontaine & as the chief justice; he mostly attends those. it’s more than easy for you to rile him up by being a tad too nice with others 🤷🏻‍♀️ he’d pin you against the wall, the same stern glare that he carries in court now attacking you. “seems like you’re purposely getting on my nerves darling.” he hums, leaning in and inhaling your scent. “going to make sure to take proper measures so this isn’t repeated. you’re going to like that too much won’t you?” oh yes you will —

he doesn’t do punishments, just funishments. you’d have to ask him to partake in those because let’s be real, you can’t possibly expect the man who’s simping for you so hard to think of the possibility of hurting you. you’d have to tell him you like the pain. 😏 impact play, edging, he’d be partaking in all those for his little darling.

he likes to particularly cockwarm you though. it’s the whole power play high of it and the desperation in your eyes which makes it exhilarating for him. “stay still for me yes? i don’t want you to not cum now. just because you’re greedy.” oh you love it when he gets all in control like that.

whenever he decides to spank you, it’s always going to be over the knee. he wants to feel you close, it comforts both you & him. the impact precise and calculated, watching the color of your ass change with a soft smirk. “you love this too much don’t you? ah~ i can see it.” fingers languidly touching your needy, wet pussy as the spanks push you over the edge.

aftercare king and he’s almost apologetic after every harsh scene. “you okay? sure? i want you to know i love you & you did so well for me. i’m so proud of my wife.” words of affirmation king 👑 along with a clingy cuddle bug. 🤭

[good-griief]

losing game pt. 2

part two as promised and all u need to know is that ellie’s a little subby until she gets to touch you but she’s still soft (so im giving u dom bottom ellie)

whats in here: cunnilingus e!receiving overstim e!receiving tribbing/scissoring and the ittiest bittiest hint of face sitting (yk i think ellie is a lover for having her gf sit on her face)

part one part three

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Then you turned your head, catching her lips for a brief moment before she pulled back. There was a moment of hesitation, neither of you able to speak before she pressed her lips to yours. They were still cold from being out in the snow, but they warmed as you kissed her back, pressing your body impossibly closer to hers as she sighed into your mouth. She couldn’t tell you how long she had wanted this, but she knew it was long enough that her waiting for you was pathetic.

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She walked you backward toward your room, the faint sound of her music and the memory of your apartment guiding her as she refused to break the desperate kiss between you. You knocked into an end table, and she put her hand out to stop you from hitting the wall as she pushed you against it. Her hips pressed into yours, your stomach fluttering as you held her face in your hands and tilted your head. You deepened the kiss and her hand drifted down to your back as her leg slid between yours. She pulled you forward, and your hips were pressed against hers, closer this time. The minute she heard the quietest of whines from you she guided you to your room and to your bed. 

She knelt between your legs, hands running down your thighs and pulling your legs up as she lowered herself down. That was when she broke the kiss, looking between your thighs with heavy breaths. She looked back up at you, eyes searching for confirmation. You nodded and she couldn’t help the smile that came to her face. 

Ellie sat back on her heels when you reached for her face, fingers coming up to touch her lips, now hot and swollen as she looked down at you, your hand resting, instead, on her waist. Her eyes drifted to your shirt, merch from when she was still a part of your team. Her hand traced the image of her guitar, right over the left side of your chest. She felt your heart rate quicken as you looked down at her hand. 

“I want to think you did that on purpose,” she muttered. 

You nodded, taking her hand and making her place it flat on your chest. “You say that like you don’t know how much I loved you.”

“Loved,” she repeated, huffing a laugh, but she didn’t question it. “I was in love with you. I didn’t even think you liked me.”

“I always said you were an idiot.”

She smiled, hands drifting to the hem of your shirt. You nodded when she looked up at you, that meaningful quiet settling again as she lifted it over your head. Her hands twitched as they brushed your bare skin, nothing under your shirt. She took in a slow breath, eyes falling to your bare breasts. She was reminded of times you flashed the audience, laughing nonsensically and jumping to the beat of your wild music, but this was nothing like that. This was raw, bare and beautiful, precious, and very, very private. There was no audience to fawn over you or encourage you. You were laid in front of her in a way where you were just a girl she was in love with, shying away from her eyes as she tossed your shirt to the floor. 

As soon as she saw your hands coming up to shield your body from her she grabbed them. “No,” she muttered, leaning down to kiss your lips. “No, you’re beautiful.” She threaded your fingers together. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” 

She kissed your cheek, then jaw. Her hands found their way to your waist as she kissed your neck, reveling in the moan you let slip when her tongue dragged across your skin. She lied on top of you, hips moving slowly against you as she sucked a dark hickey on the base of your neck, pecking feather-light kisses around it when you whimpered. 

“Sorry,” she muttered, feeling your hips squirm with the way she nipped and sucked at your skin. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

“Leave as many as you want,” you said, giving her permission that she happily took for granted.  

She moaned as she left marks across your chest, kissing down and leaving a trail until she reached your breasts. Her tongue dragged over top of one, but not like she used to. She circled her tongue around your nipple, feeling you shudder and running her hands up and down your sides to soothe you. She brought a hand up to your other breast, massaging gently and using her thumb and pointer finger to twist your nipple. She felt you inhale, gasping and arching into her. She quickly snaked her hand under your back and held you in that position, pressed so close to her that she could feel you breathing against her. 

She itched to get her clothes off, to feel your skin against hers, but she was too enthralled with the way you were reacting to her to stop. Her lips sucked your nipple into her mouth, teeth biting gently and making you groan. 

The minute your hands went to her back, grasping the fabric of her hoodie, she sat up to pull it off, reluctantly detaching herself from you to do so. You reached up, feeling her toned body until your hands reached her breasts. You were gentle, fingers gliding over her pebbled nipples to make her sigh, hips twitching in anticipation. 

“Sensitive?” You asked, cupping your hands around her and kneading much harsher than she did. 

“Don’t tease me.”

“Oh, is that an order?” You laughed as her hands felt up your arms, resting on your hands and making you practically grope her. “You look so pretty guiding me,” you muttered. You didn't mean for it to come out sensually, only observing, but the way her cheeks flamed as she looked at you told you all you needed to know. “Okay…” You sat up. “I get it.” Your hand went to her back as you turned her over, straddling her as you lied her down. “I won’t tease you anymore. Promise.”

You moved off of her, fingers going to her sweatpants. You looked up at her. “Please,” was all she had to say to get you to take them off, sliding them down her legs with her underwear before she kicked them off haphazardly. “I need you,” she continued, hands reaching for your arm and pulling you down. She kissed you, needy. “However I can have you. Do whatever you want to me, I don’t care,” she was rambling between kisses, meeting your lips like she couldn’t bring herself to stop. “I just need you,” she repeated, even needier, whining.

“I know,” you muttered against her lips. “I know, Ellie, I’ve got you…” You soothed, pecking her lips. “I got you.” She lifted her head, following you as you pulled away, and you had to push her back as you trailed kisses down her body. You stopped at her stomach, watching her muscles tighten as she tried to control her breathing. She was getting so worked up, and you grabbing her hips as you started leaving marks all over her stomach didn’t help. 

“Fuck,” she moaned, hips fighting against your grip and squirming. She shuddered when you licked a line from her pelvis to her belly button, eyes rolling back blissfully. 

You lowered yourself to her cunt, lying flat on the bed and bringing one of her legs over your shoulder. “You’re so pretty,” you muttered, kissing her inner thigh. You left a mark, kissing around it as she sighed. “You can let go,” you told her, “let me make all this up to you… take care of you. I want to.” You knew she’d fall apart, and this time you’d be there to hold together all the pieces. 

She nodded as your one hand held her thigh and the other rested on her abdomen. 

You took that as your okay, licking up between her folds and feeling her hips buck against your tongue. Her muscles tensed, aching hole clenching around nothing as you pressed a kiss to her clit. 

“Relax,” you told her, stroking her thigh. “I won’t do anything if you’re too tight.” She shut her eyes, breathing slowly and relaxing into the sheets. “There you go.” You gave her an encouraging kiss on the inside of her hip, making her hips jolt. You chuckled. “Whoops.” She rolled her eyes at you, scoffing as her hands went over top of yours. 

You gave her one last kiss on her thigh before dipping your tongue inside her. You moaned at her taste, feeling her stomach tighten at the feeling your voice spread through her pussy. She fought not to moan, not wanting to be too loud, but you were licking up her wetness like it was water and you went all day without it. You pressed your face into her cunt, not even starting what you knew she needed and just indulging yourself in the sweet taste of her as you gripped her thigh and pulled her closer. You left her leg on your shoulder alone but pushed the other open so you could taste her even deeper. 

Her mind was turning into a puddle of nothing at the way you lapped at her, her hands squeezing yours as she barely let strangled moans slip from her perfect lips. Her hips started to roll against you, involuntary, and you pulled back. “I know,” you muttered, “I know what you want, you just taste so good,” you said breathlessly, mouth covered in her wetness. “I don’t want to stop.”

“Don’t make me ask you for this,” she muttered, looking down at you and your dark eyes, drunk off of her. 

“I won’t…” You reluctantly assured her. “Not this time.” She smiled. “You just gotta let yourself be a little louder for me, alright?” She nodded slowly. “How else will I know I’m making you feel good?” She swallowed, the way you said it making her throat dry with need. “And I should know. It’s only fair… Right?”

“Right,” she said without thinking. 

You focused your attention on her clit then, using your thumb to pull back her hood and lick the exposed bundle of nerves. She arched away from you, an involuntarily loud moan coming from her that made you smile as you continued. She wasn’t able to silence herself now, your tongue pulling the prettiest sounds from her as you relentlessly, skillfully licked and massaged until she was melting into your hands. Sweat beaded on her skin as her hips squirmed, but you didn’t let up, even as she moaned your name and pushed at your hands. 

She came quickly, whining as her hips bucked, twitching uncontrollably thanks to you, but that was what you wanted, finally stopping and making a harsh breath fall from her lips. It was followed by a moan as you delved your tongue back inside her, swallowing down her orgasm and moaning against her. She couldn’t help but moan at the vile way you got what you wanted, pulling it from her so quickly that she couldn’t even think straight. She was breathing heavily, a complete mess as you licked and sucked at her entrance until pearly white wetness pooled out of her cunt. She groaned, arching her hips toward you as you pressed your face into her and moaned, so satisfied that she couldn’t help but think of what a mess you were making of yourself. 

You’d decided it was time for more before she could even get the chance to speak, sucking her clit into your mouth and making her groan as you shut your eyes in bliss. Your tongue did the same expert flicks as before, only this time she was even more of a mess. Cream dripped from her hole as it clenched, aching to be filled. She squeezed your hand to tell you what she wanted, but you batted her hand away. You already knew, and you weren’t giving it to her yet. She whined, moving her hand to grip your hair and making you moan against her as you opened your eyes to look up at her. The moment she met your eyes she was falling apart, but you didn’t stop. 

You released her thigh, easily sliding two fingers inside her drooling pussy. You giggled, adding a third like it was nothing as you released her clit so you could watch the way she sucked your fingers in, stretching so easily that she probably didn’t even realize you put in three. You curled your fingers, moaning at the sound it made before your mouth went back to her clit, licking at the same pace you curled and uncurled your fingers. You pushed them deep inside her, past her g-spot and making tears collect in her eyes when you curled your fingers again. Her vision was spotted, and when you pressed down on her lower stomach she couldn’t help the string of moans that left her mouth, continuous and like a fucking song as she cried your name over and over like it was bringing her closer and closer to coming. 

Her hips were writhing on your sheets but you didn’t hold her still as she lost her composure, not even able to speak with the way you were fingering her senseless. Her ears were ringing and no matter how much she gasped in air, you were stealing it from her with every swipe of your tongue. She was almost there, feeling that pressure in her belly, but it was different this time. You were giving her so much, overwhelming her so much that she couldn’t come until you pulled her fingers from inside her. She gasped a moan, nearly screaming as her hips jerked and the tension in her stomach snapped with her release. 

Her orgasm squirted onto you, on your chest, in your mouth, all over your face, and you lapped it up like that was exactly what you wanted. It was exactly what you wanted, and as you cleaned her up she was still, groaning as her hips twitched weakly. 

You pulled back, sticking your fingers in your mouth and cleaning off every last drop of her as you watched her try to catch her breath. You ran your hand over her stomach gently, soothing her and kissing her thigh as her breathing calmed. 

“What the fuck,” she muttered after a moment, still breathless. “Fuck,” she sighed. “Fuck…” She was staring up at the ceiling. “I’m fucked…” You laughed at her, kissing her hip as you made your way up her body. “I’ll never stop thinking about that.” She grabbed you by the waist, telling you to, “Come here,” so she could kiss you. She kissed all over your face, neck, and chest, cleaning up her mess as you grinned. “You proud of yourself?” She laughed at you. 

“Fuck yeah,” was your response. “You’re so hot.” You could tell she was tired, giving her one last peck before you pushed yourself up. “I’ll be right back,” you said, but she grabbed your arm. 

“Where are you going?” She pouted up at you. 

“Just to the bathroom. I’m gonna get stuff to clean up—“

“But…” Her eyes fell to your pajama pants, an old pair of hers she’d forgotten months ago. “Do you not want me to touch you?” You frowned. “You didn’t finish.”

“You’re tired.”

“Fucked out… Not tired.” She pulled you back on the bed. “Just sit on my face.” You shook your head. You had a feeling she’d give you even worse of a relentless treatment than you gave her. “Then ride me.” You looked between her legs. She was swollen, but she was wet, turned on just from looking at you. “I want you on top.” You could feel your body heating as she put her hands on your hips. When you nodded, she pulled your pants down with your underwear, watching as you tossed them aside and got back on the bed. You looked at her warily as you brought one knee between her legs, hands on her hips to position her. “I want this with you,” she said earnestly. “I want you.” Her eyes fell between your legs, seeing the wetness that trailed down your thighs. 

Mannerless, she reached out, fingers running up your slit and collecting your wetness. Your hips jerked at the sudden touch, eyes glued to her hand as she brought it to her mouth. She moaned as soon as her fingers hit her tongue, licking you off of her as she eyed your cunt. “Are you sure you don’t want to sit on my face?” She asked tactlessly. You just stared at her, blinking dumbly. “Next time,” she muttered, but couldn’t keep her eyes off of you. “Fuck, are you sure?” She asked again. 

“Next time,” you agreed and she looked so happy that you couldn’t help but smile, laughing before you looked back down at her pussy, yours hovering just above. 

“Go on, I’ll help you,” she encouraged, hand on your hip. “I want to feel you.” She was getting needy for your pleasure now that her needs were fulfilled, dominance coming through her desperation as she eyed you hungrily. “Please, don’t make me wait,” but it wasn’t the same way she requested something from you before, she was demanding, but trying to sound as nice as possible. 

You let out a breath as you lowered yourself down, adjusting her until you both felt pressure against your clit. You moaned, biting down on your lips and focusing between your thighs as you slowly rocked your hips. The feeling was so new, so foreign, and so good that your legs were shaking within minutes. You gripped her thigh, pulling it higher on your waist to get a better angle and she just let you handle her how you wanted. 

“You look so fucking — ah — so fucking good,” she praised, hips jerking from overstimulation. She watched you as your mouth fell open, eyes focused on your bodies, pressed together. “You’re so fucking cute.” She was so focused on you, watching the concentration on your face to make sure you were feeling good, that you had to look up at her when you got frustrated. You felt like you weren’t doing it right, and she could tell. “Don’t look at me like that,” she muttered, voice cooing. 

“Like… fuck,” you groaned when you lost the sensation, whining, “like what, Els?” Just that made her grab your waist, flipping you over. She pressed your legs open, using the one in front of her to put pressure into as she grinded against you. She spread her legs, sinking onto you as your hips bucked. “Oh! Fuck, Ellie!” You couldn’t control the way your body reacted to the sudden switch as she groaned, doing her best to ignore the feeling of overstimulation and pleasure you how you deserved. 

“That feel good?” She was asking to make sure it did, not at all teasing you and smiling at the way you nodded and moaned. Still, you watched between your legs, propped up on your forearms to see. “Good. Keep watching what I’m doing. This is what you wanna do, yeah?” You nodded. “Ever done this before?” You shook your head. She was glad to be your first. “That’s okay. keep your eyes on me.” She could feel your cunt pooling, and she couldn’t wait to have you back on top, feeling your wetness soak her. “Uh-uh, eyes open. Don’t look away,” she told you when your head fell back, eyes fluttering shut, tapping your thigh to make you pick your head up. “Eyes on me. Watch how I’m fucking you.” Her hips rolled against yours, slow and teasing to make you look back at her. 

“No, do what you were doing before,” you practically whined, hands on her hips to push her into grinding harder against you. 

“There you go,” she sighed. “Take control, baby. I’m letting you.” You gripped her hips as you moaned at the way she spoke to you, making you fight not to just let her use you. She caught on, urging you to keep your composure until you gave her what she wanted, “Tell me how you want it.” She followed the way your hands guided her. “Show me,” she said when you muttered, “faster.” She felt your hips start to move, watching the way your face twisted in pleasure rather than focus. She was getting what she wanted now. “Think you can get back on top?” She asked, gentle, easing you in. 

When you nodded, she asked if you were sure. “I want to,” you assured her, desperate. She held you close to turn you over this time, lying you down so gently that you kissed her cheek to reciprocate the softness she gave you. 

You followed what you watched her do, pressing her legs open and sinking onto her, but you stayed close to her, moaning in her ear as she held you and kissed your neck and shoulder. She could feel your wetness dripping onto her, and it made her thoughts swarm. Her hips rose into yours and it was the perfect position. You moved your hips faster against her, sinking your teeth into her shoulder to muffle how loud you were getting. She just ran her hands all over you, soothing you as you chased your orgasm, and reveling in the feeling of your pussy on hers, covering her in your arousal. Her hips twitched and you held back, keeping yourself at the edge and driving her crazy with the way you whined. 

“What are you doing, baby?” She asked softly, but her hands were rough, making your hips move faster. 

You moved your arm down to press her closer into you, and she understood what you were trying to do. “Come with me,” you said in a breath against her neck. 

She moaned, and you could feel her clit pulsing against yours as she started to grind, your voice sending chills down her spine. Once she got close, you let yourself finish, kissing all over her neck as you moaned senselessly and rode out your orgasm as she finished for a fourth time, legs falling limp on the bed as yours shook. You screwed your eyes shut to try and catch your breath and she took it as an opportunity. 

She had the strength to pull you up until your pussy was over her face. She pushed you down, licking up your orgasm drunkenly and holding your waist as your hips twitched and rocked against her face. Her nose brushed your clit and you couldn’t stop yourself from continuing to rock against her, whimpering as she rubbed your thighs. 

She didn’t mean to make you come again, and she wasn’t planning on it by doing this, but she wasn’t going to stop you, and she certainly wasn’t going to ruin your orgasm when she felt it getting closer and closer until she had you dripping down her chin and cheeks as she licked you clean. She had to hold you up when your legs shook, keeping you sitting up with her hands on your breasts, groping and kneading through the dizzying pleasure of her mouth on you. 

She licked her lips as she moved you off of her face, grinning when she felt you kissing your orgasm off of her face, making sure to clean your mess thoroughly. 

“What happened to next time?” You asked. 

“You call that sitting on my face?” She chuckled. “I was just cleaning you up, it's not my fault you came all over me.” You shoved her shoulder as she laughed, clearly proud of herself. 

“Whatever,” you muttered, going to stand and feeling your legs trembling. “Jesus,” you muttered.

“Don’t think he had anything to do with this—“

“Shut up.” You laughed. “You’re not funny.”

“Lie down,” she said. “We can clean up tomorrow… Shower together in the morning, maybe?”

You gladly lied down after getting a different comforter from your closet, putting that one in the dirty clothes as Ellie watched you. “You’re so pretty,” she muttered. “I can’t believe we never did this before.”

She reached for you when you laid the comforter out, and you gladly got beneath it with her. Her arms went around your bare waist, holding you as you stroked her hair. “Are you okay?” You asked, knowing she was more tired than she wanted to admit. “Can I at least get you water?”

“Better than okay.” You smiled. “I just want to lie with you…” She trailed, eyeing your lips before she met your eyes. 

“Okay,” you muttered, still stroking her hair. She relaxed as you played with the strands, shutting her eyes. “I love you.”

She opened her eyes, frowning. “Tell me that when we haven’t just had sex—“

“I do,” you insisted. “So much.”

She smiled. It was quiet as you lied your head on her chest, looking out the window at the flurries of snow. You weren’t looking for reciprocation, you just wanted her to know. 

“Tired?” She asked, dragging her fingertips up and down the line of your spine. 

“I don’t want to go to sleep yet,” you muttered, hands holding her beneath her back, keeping her close. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” she said, “go to sleep, pretty girl.”

She waited to say it back until you shut your eyes, quiet breaths leaving your lips as you slept soundly. She said it instead of saying goodnight, falling asleep to the sound of your breathing.

But when you woke up the next morning, she was gone. You had her hoodie and a pair of underwear on, but everything else — her clothes, the warmth of her body beneath you, even her scent on your pillow — was gone.

And her set of keys were left on your nightstand.

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im not sure if i want to continue this like i planned or if i want to end it happy so I'm letting yall get the vote on 1. angsty continuation or 2. cute lil happy ending

[zevrra]

may i request some more nsfw love n deepspace <3 i love the headcanons u posted aaa

one more—

tags: 18(+), mdni, very nsfw, suggestive content, fem!reader, short & sweet, men of LaDS!!

creator notes: omg i’m glad you liked them!! i haven’t played the game (i have but like when it first came out!) so i know none of the lore and hope i wasn’t writing the men ooc or anything aaaaa!!!! but i’m glad you enjoyed them enough to request for more!! thanks for requesting as well!

SYLUS—

actually makes you wear a collar and a leash

your first time together was rough, both of you fighting for dominance over each other but ultimately he won

degrades you!!!

calls you “kitten” when you please him but any other time he’s telling you how pathetic you are for wanting him as badly as you do

loves it when you’re a brat solely so he can break you later

is so into tying you up, forcing you to take whatever he gives you

especially likes it when he ties your hands behind your back and makes you ride him

loves to watch you struggle

you have a safe word for a reason!!!!!!

is 8 inches and thick as all hell, deep red tip, veiny

RAFAYEL—

the first time you both wanted to be intimate he was a nervous wreck

took you a few times to steady his hands and convince him that you wanted it too

worships you like a goddess when you fuck

i secretly think he has amazing stamina but hides it from you

that way you’re on round 3, overstimulated and he’s asking “once more please one more time my love.”

begs you for it!!!

i’d like to think he’s a switch! let’s you start things, get him all heated and needy, then he takes total control

also think he’s always in the mood

24/7 he wants to touch you, taste you but holds himself back and instead makes jokes

is probably 6.5 inches, curved, and flushed pink

XAVIER—

you two struggle to go on missions together anymore solely because you always want to touch each other

always requests for you to be his partner too

loves having sex under the stars

especially when you ride him and he gets to see the stars halo your head

his max number of rounds he’s gone without passing out is 3

once he wakes up though he’s ready to continue

knows every single one of your weaknesses

he rarely makes noise when you two fuck but constantly reminds you how good you look

“baby you look so beautiful.” he says as he has your legs on his shoulder, pounding into you

is roughly 7 inches, thicker at his base, a nice red tip

ZAYNE—

your first time with him was definitely either in his car, office, or his apartment

uses his tie to keep you quiet

he likes to let you think you’re in control but really you both know he is

uses the excuse that he’s “always cold.” and needs you to warm him up

forces you to look at him when he fucks you

especially when you want something, makes you look him in the eye as you beg him for it

praises praises praises!!!!!

“good girl.”

i also think he’s horny ALL THE TIME but only when you two are together!! then he stares at every move you make and thinks to himself how he’d take you right then and there

8.2 inches, veiny, thicker head that’s a pale pink

[lostalioth]

𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞

→ premise: forgetting your money for your dealer for the first time in a year sounds like a stroke of bad luck. only for you it seems quite the opposite.

→ pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, high sex (just eddies high), bribery/sex as payment? (I did intend to write it as actual bribery than idk what happened), nicknames [favorite customer, dirty girl, baby], drugs [mention, use, buying], unprotected sex, sex outside/in the woods

→ a/n: kinktober

Now technically you didn't actually need more weed, you had bought enough last time to last you the week. But god did you really badly wanna see your dealer. Eddie munson, everyone else called him a freak because of a game club he had and the way he dressed. But to you he was just so pretty you couldn’t help it, you wanted to see him again, and you didnt wanna wait til next week. In your haste and dazed state daydreaming about your pretty dealer while getting ready, you space out and forget the most important thing. Your stupid money. It was a rookie mistake that you hadn't made sense the very first time you bought from Eddie. You were so nervous that remembering to bring your money left your head. He was so sweet about it, a small smirk on his face as he handed it to you anyway. “It’s on the house, first time customer and all, hands down the prettiest too” he winked playfully at you and you think you've been smitten with him ever since.

You had found out later on, Eddie never gave anybody weed ‘on the house’ first time buying or not. You were still so lost in your head, excited to see him again that as you sat down at the meeting spot you had yet to realize you left your wallet on your dresser.

“There's my favorite customer” he beamed softly at you “I know I call you that but two deals in one week? That's a record for you” he chuckled lightly, his voice breaking you from your thoughts as he emerged from the woods. You smile coyly at him in embarrassment. Your thighs clench together slightly at the sight of him, he had ditched his usual hellfire t-shirt for a black hoodie, keeping his regular black jeans. His eyes lidded with a slight red hue around them, making you realize you probably interrupted him in the middle of his session. As he sits down at the rundown picnic table he sets his regular lunchbox on the table. The idea of him always keeping his drugs in an old metal lunch box was funny to you, and oddly adorable. But you’d probably find anything he did cute, it was getting harder and harder to hide the massive crush you had on him. The flirty banter back and forth between the two of you only intensifies it tenfold.

“Yeah I ran out a little faster than I thought I would” you cringe a bit at how easily the white lie slipped through your teeth. It felt oddly wrong lying to Eddie. He tilts his head in a way that makes you think he doesn't believe you. Before you can jump to your defense he’s opening the metal box and pulling out the lunch baggie of your regular order from him. You didn't notice the missing wallet until it came time to look for it after he had handed over the little baggie. You barely took a glance at it, tucking it in a pocket of the bag you brought that laid on the ground leaning on the leg of the table.

“Oh fuck…” you cruse under your breathe and start double checking all your pockets though you didnt have many with the outfit you had on. You even check the few the bag had. No wallet to be found.

”Left the money at home huh?” He questioned, cocking an eyebrow at your frantic searching of your clothes. In defeat after remembering it was last sitting on top of your dresser you sigh. “Yeah.. fuck im sorry Ed’s” you pout slightly, you were always good about remembering it. You’d even slip him cute, sometimes flirty little notes with the money for him to find when he’d get home. Back to being lost in your head you don't hear him getting up or coming around to sit next to you on your side of the table.

“You know…” his voice startled you slightly, both the new unfamiliar tone to it as well as its proximity. He was leaning in closer, your body slowly on its own turning in his direction aching to be even closer. ”You could pay me in another way..” his hand was now drifting to rub over and up your thigh, his eyes flickering down to your lips.

You were fine just giving the baggie back you had enough left from the last deal or quickly running home for the money. But understanding quickly what he’s implying, you decided that his payment plan was a more enjoyable idea. You’ve been dying to kiss him, to get even just a little further with him than all the teasing flirty looks and words. Realizing you haven't stopped him, he finally leans in fully, his free hand coming up to grab your chin pulling your mouth against his. The kiss sparking a fire in the pit of your stomach as his lips molded with yours. With a small mumble, the words lost in your lips Eddie pulls you even closer, hands falling to your hips to pull you off the wooden seat and onto his lap.

In the heat of the moment your hips seem to have a mind of their own, absentmindedly rocking against Eddies. He pulls away slowly, leaving you with parted lips and lidded eyes panting softly. You could feel him under you growing harder by the passing second, he wanted you just as badly. Eddie felt like his skin was on fire everywhere your bodies were touching, his hazy and cloudy head from his high causing his senses to be heightened. Your own head still full of your fantasies and daydreams from earlier that you were desperate for something more. Running your hands down his chest they land on his belt and waist band of his jeans.

“Need more Ed’s…” you whine, your pupils nearly just as dilated and blown as his, though for different reasons.

“Oh fuck it” he grunts and starts frantically undoing his belt buckle and the button to his jeans. Helping him along you lift your body off him, hovering still as you help him pull his pants halfway down his thighs.

You were smart enough to wear a skirt though this was the last thing you expected to happen. You just knew Eddie loved peaking at your ass as you walked away, so you always wore them when it was warm enough to meet up with him.

Pulling the bottom of his hoodie up a bit and pushing down his boxers after his jeans, he finally frees his cock and god it was just as pretty as you imagined. A happy trail leading down to it, the tip pink and leaking, a patch of black hair nestled at the base. Thoughts of moments like this fueled more than a few nights with your hands between your thighs. His hands return to your body, hiking your skirt up your hips he gawks at your soaked panties. “Look at my favorite customer being such a dirty girl, mighta thought you planned this all out if I didn't know any better” he groans, running his thumb through your slick folds, over your underwear. “Wore a tiny little skirt and the prettiest panties for me, and look at em’ all soaked and ruined already” he chuckled and leaned in closer, his forehead pressed to yours, eyes fixed on yours. “I've barely touched you baby” he coos and rubs small circles on your clit through the fabric.

“Need you Eddie, please~” you huff out and gasp in pleasure at the little amount of attention he was giving your throbbing bundle of nerves. His hands on your body were giving you a better high than any drugs you had ever bought off him before, and were far more addictive. “Tell me dirty girl, what exactly does my favorite customer need huh? I always aim to please” his voice has a sweet yet taunting edge to it, his thumb not stopping its teasing circles. His head shifts and his lips are ghosting over your own now. “Especially you…” he whispers as though it was a secret and there were other people around, though you both knew there wasn't anybody for miles in every direction.

“I need you inside me Ed’s, need ya’ to fuck me so bad please” you whine and plead against his mouth as you try leaning forward to feel his kiss again. You let out a sharp gasp before you even make it to press your lips to his again. While you were begging, Eddie had pulled your panties to the side and with a sharp thrust he pushed all the way in to the hilt.

“Holy fuck” he hissed through his teeth as your welcoming heat consumed his cock, your walls already squeezing around him. He sets his hands back up on your hips, trying to hold you still to give himself a second to calm down. It was pathetic but he knew he wasn’t gonna last that long, especially not with how long he's wanted this coupled with all his nerves on high alert from the weed in his system that wasn't wearing off any time soon. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you finally lean all the way forward and kiss him frantically and deeply. Hips rocking against his, the thick vein running along the side of his shaft dragging along your walls as your hips rise and drop. Teeth clashing together as you make out, tongues sliding around and fighting for dominance. Your one hand travels up threading your fingers through his mess of hair.

“Just like that baby” he groans in the kiss, fingers digging into your hips as he does his best to hold out. You already weren't all that far behind him, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside you tightening that knot in the pit of your stomach faster and faster.

Eddie pulls away from the kiss to catch his breath, his eyes squeezed shut as his head falls back when your hand comes down and nails scratch over his exposed lower stomach.

“Fuck why havent we been doin’ this every time you buy from me huh?, feel s’good” he grunts and thrusts his hips up to meet yours as you bounce down. Your ass bouncing off his thighs making an obscene and filthy slapping noise that drowns out the melodic sounds of nature. “Screw money baby, just want this pussy as payment instead. Want it all the time god~” he rambled off as you continued riding him, your hips moving fast and frenziedly chasing your high.

“Gonna- fuck im gonna cum Ed’s, baby shit” you let out a wanton moan when he starts abusing your clit with his thumb, rubbing circles like before though this time with no barrier. “Cum baby, cum on this dick dirty girl come on” he eggs you on as he speeds up his thumb making your legs shake slightly and the bouncing and rocking of your hips falter.

With a moan loud enough you swore you scared birds away, the knot in your stomach snaps and your climax crashes over you. Your cunt squeezes Eddie's cock and as he watches your body shake as you cum, his own climax hits him like a truck. Thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside you.

After a few moments pass, letting the two of you catch your breaths and your high’s wash over you. Eddie speaks up. “You know, I was only intending the different payment to be a kiss” he chuckles softly, his cheeks flushed. Your eyes snap up to his, your mouth agape. “I- well” you try speaking but he cuts you off with a belly laugh. “Baby it's all good, this was much better payment. Pay me like this from now on okay?” He lowered his voice again, the softness making your body turn to mush in his arms that he wraps around you.

“And uh hey could you pull the baggie i gave you out again, there's something you missed about it” he sounded nervous all of a sudden. You give him a questioning look before leaning over a bit and pulling it out of your bag that laid on the ground.

As you pulled it out you noticed writing that you hadn't before on it. The bag read ‘wanna go out on a date with me?” In Eddie's chicken scratch version of a handwriting.

A big smile spreads on your face and you look back up at him. “Well?” He questions, a nervous edge to his voice still, did he really think you'd say no? “Eddie, what do you think the answer is” you motion down with your eyes to where your bodies are still connected, his limp cock still buried inside you twitches a bit.

“So it's a yes?” He smiles softly and leans up ready to kiss you once again, he never wants to stop now that he gets to. You give him a nod and chuckle softly.

→ a/n: yes this is the cliché ‘you can pay me another way’ typa fic lol. i just really liked the idea, the name is also a play on quid pro quo if you didnt get that.

[san8ny]

Porno Casting Agent! Ellie HCS!

!: paying homage to camgirl ellie..but not really? slightly sleazy Ellie, sorryyyyy.. >:3

Ellie who comes up to you softly from behind the couch, brushing her fingertips delicately over your exposed collarbone from the tanktop you wear,

Ellie who smiles when she sees how jittery you are, telling you in a dorky voice that everything will be fine— afterall, you agreed to the conditions.

Ellie who begins rolling the camera, asking you to ‘look up at me, baby’ then your name, age, interests, etc— the basics.

“‘ya guys hear that?”

“You’re so polite..”

“I’ll treat you good.”

Ellie who’s towering over from where you sit, camera in-hand with the other raking itself through your soft hair when she bluntly tells you to unbuckle her pants, a complete 180 from the persona she’d been fronting.

Ellie who’s eyes are trained on you, asking you seemingly embarassing questions while you fiddle with her jeans buckle,

“Do your parents know you’re doing this?”

“It’d be funny if they saw, huh? No? Ah, just kidding..”

“You’ll make bank from this, ‘yenno? more than you’ve likely ever touched since you need it so bad.”

Ellie who, when you get to the final layer, tells you to stop, cheshire smile on her face when she asks you to lick the bulbous tip of her strap through her boxers.

“There ‘ya go..”

“Gosh, you’re so good..”

“Aht! Aht! Up at the camera..”

Ellie who, herself, is quite the amateur when it comes to porno-making, you being the first person she’s ever booked to her start-up company on craigslist.

Ellie who hisses when your flat tongue makes first contact, instantly soaking the cotton fabric as the darkening wet splotch expands,

Ellie who after a while of teasing, thinks she should quicken the process, not wanting any of the potential people who’d be viewing the tape to lul to sleep,

Ellie who leads you, in-hand, to the silky hotel bedsheets, your hand fitting perfectly within hers when she pushes you down, earning a slight noise of unexpected excitement from you.

Ellie who’s lazily giving you head, you now holding the camera from your POV, though she’s not in view-shot, her seemingly talented pink tongue is, trudging through your fat pussy folds like the champion it was while you hiccup cute gasps and moans.

Ellie who’s got her grip back on the camera, showing your ass ripples from how she slams her hips into you from behind, stutters of movement from when she’s especially plowing into you like you’re some toy. God, she can’t break you on the first day! How would she become successful then..

Ellie who gathers your hair back into a ponytail to pull you backwards and land an exceptionally sloppy kiss on your glistening ones— flexible, she notes..

Ellie who forgets this was even a porno in the first place when you two begin tribbing, her ontop because she wants to see how your tits move from here, and also your dumbed out face, but mostly the sisters.

Ellie who doesn’t even realize you’re choking her from underneath, and neither do you? Your eyes are closed and you’re just holding onto whatever you can to make the pulsating go away. Poor you..

Ellie who leans inbetween your legs with the zoomed in camcorder, spreading your cunt slightly open with 2 V shaped fingers, licking her lips with how much of a mess she you’ve made yourself into.

Ellie who turns the camera off, pulling herself into your warm chest while you slumber. No, i’m serious, she’s quite literally propped underneath your arm, head on chest while she watches you sleep with her creepy ass.

Ellie who decides you’re a good asset to the company, and her’s life, but don’t hold your breath if you think you’re even ‘gettin money because guess what—Ellie will also act as your personalized accountant. She’ll take care of all that complicated money stuff for her pretty new employee..

Ellie who thinks she’s never letting you go.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

just for tonight

a/n: sure, I was vigilantly working on a different wip (a very long one that needed a lot of strength to get through) but then this whole fantasy came to me and i just couldn't stop myself... at least i downgraded the idea from a full-fledged series (which i sadly very much do not have the time for) to just a slutty little one shot in an au that i can always pop back into whenever the itch pops up (or when anyone has a slutty request for it hehe).

summary: before you could even consider the possible consequences, a desperate request then fell from your lips, “well, what if I’m not asking you to be with me? What if it’s just for tonight? What if I’m only asking you to be with me for one night? Would you give me that?” you blinked up at him, scarcely breathing at all, “would you be mine just till the sun comes up?” 

warnings: bodyguard!bucky barnes x reader, smut, reader's mom is the british ambassador to france, age gap (10-15 years), tattooed!bucky (both a metal arm and tattoos as picked in a poll by you), beefy!bucky, forbidden romance, posh political party, alcohol consumption, wet dream, lingerie, stockings, one night stand (except we already know those fools can't keep it to just one night), kissing, dirty talk, manhandling, size kink, oral, fingering, impact play, squirting, gaping, belly bulge, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

word count: 4907

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“You sure, you don’t want some?” you squinted over at your bodyguard as you lowered the champagne flute from your lips, “this shit costs more than my dress, which is really saying something,” you pointed to the red silk gown that hung from your frame, “this is Dior.”

“I’m good, miss,” Bucky uttered, tight-lipped as always. 

“Right, sorry,” you sat the glass down at the tall table you stood beside, “can’t drink while on duty.”

Posh parties such as the one tonight were always a bit of a drag to get through. Even though you’d been hauled along for most of your life, they’d never gotten any more amusing. 

But when your mother hired Barnes to be your personal bodyguard a few months back, the thought of getting dolled up just to have a bunch of provoking politicians talk your ear off about ideas you’d never in a million years support, somehow didn’t seem as bad as it used to now that he was constantly at your side. 

It had been a little incident involving your phone getting hacked, an explicit video nearly getting leaked, one that had been made for an ex who lived in another country to make the distance more barrable, and a few threatening messages from the perpetrator that had been the reason for your new shadow. 

Though you’d been resistant at first, storming into your mother’s office to state that you were a grown woman and didn’t need a babysitter just because someone tried to exploit an old sex tape that in your opinion wasn’t even that big of a deal, swiftly got squashed when a then stranger cleared his throat behind you and shared the more gruelling threats that had been made alongside the hacking. 

You’d hoped and prayed that he’d turn out to be a pain, that his personality could squash the feelings that fluttered inside of you whenever you looked at him, but unfortunately, he wasn’t an asshole. He was quiet, professional to a fault, but he wasn’t a dick. If anything, all of the silence and all of the glances to always keep track of you made the crush worse. It made you feel as if you were in a Jane Austen novel, reading between the lines of subtext your unreliable brain came up with.

“You tired?” he asked as a yawn rolled out of you. 

“Mhm,” you hummed behind the palm you had brought up to your lips. 

“The car’s ready to take you back to the embassy whenever you are.” 

A grateful smile twitched at your lip as you offered him a small nod of confirmation, “I’ll just go tell my mom.”

The ambassador, your mother, had her back turned to you as she talked business with a small group of people even though the hour had grown late. 

You waited for a sliver of a break before you tapped her on the shoulder and whispered in her ear.

“Hey, mom?” her palm found yours as she turned to look at you, “I’m gonna head home.”

“Oh, alright,” she leaned in and pressed a small peck to your cheek, “see you tomorrow, love.”

“Bye,” you gave her hand one last squeeze before heading out of the elegant venue, your guard still only a few paces behind you. 

A dusty drizzle met your skin as you exited onto the midnight streets of Paris. The sensation made you want to walk home, though you still followed Bucky to the black car already waiting and slipped in when he opened the back door for you. 

The light from the city reflected on the back of his metal hand as it gripped the steering wheel. You could faintly spot the prominent veins on the other one dance beneath the inked skin as it did the same, tattoos you still ached to discover just how far they stretched beneath his dark suit. 

Though soon your gaze flickered away from his silhouette as he drove, and fluttered out to the glittering cityscape rolling by, the vision of which swiftly lulled you to sleep. 

When you arrived home, Bucky’s steely eyes found your slumbering form in the rear-view mirror. You didn’t rouse when he opened your door and carefully picked you up into his arms. You didn’t wake either as he carried you inside, all the way up to your bedroom, and layed you down on your bed. 

Gently, he removed your heels and quietly placed them down on the hardwood floor before he grabbed your duvet and tugged it over your form. 

But just as he moved to leave your side, half asleep you caught his hand.

“Don’t go…” you murmured hazily, eyes still shut. 

And so, he didn’t.

Bucky simply reached for the tufted chair nearby and, as silently as he could, scooted it closer to the bed. 

Barely an hour passed before you woke. 

Before you even blinked open your eyes, your fingers began to slide down your body as the sinful dream you’d been blessed with still lingered in your foggy brain. 

Though when your eyes did flutter open and discovered the star of the dream sitting in a chair right next to you, your hand halted its voyage, and you sucked in a startled breath. 

“You okay?” he asked softly as you blinked a few times. 

“Uh,” the throbbing that still lingered from the dream probably wasn’t going to fade any faster with him sitting there with his unwavering stare, “yeah, I’m–, uhm…” you propped yourself up on your elbow before sitting up more, “I’m fine.” 

“Did you have a nightmare?”

“No, it wasn’t a–…” your sentence then crumbled as you sucked in a breath, “what are you doing watching me sleep?”

As you met his gaze, he then uttered, “you asked me to stay.”

Your eyes then widened, “I did?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh…” though you couldn’t recall, heat still began to bloom on your cheeks, “I’m sorry, I didn’t–”

“It's alright,” his shoulders offered a faint shrug. 

Averting your gaze, you noticed that you were still in your dress. You weren’t quite sure if it pleased you or not that Bucky didn’t try to strip it off you, though it was probably less the moral intentions and more the fantasy of him peeling it off of you that swayed you. 

“Were you just planning on sleeping in that chair all night?” you asked. 

“No,” he shook his head, “I wasn’t planning on sleeping at all.” 

A tinge of guilt stung in your chest, “I’m really sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking, I must have been asleep or something…” you then swung your legs over the side of the bed and got up. As your fingers raised up to pluck off your sparkling earrings, your feet began to carry you in the direction of your wardrobe. Dropping the jewellery off in a small porcelain bowl on the opposite bedside table, you then glanced back at your bodyguard and said, “you don’t have to stay any longer, you can go back to your room and get some sleep.” 

Offering you a nod, he then began to walk towards the door. 

Though, as you reached back to undo your dress, you abruptly uttered, “wait,” and he stopped before his steely fingers could enclose around the door handle. Turning to glance back at you, a bold request then hesitantly fell from your lips, “could you maybe help unzip me?”

He barely made a noise, simply hummed quietly in response before his slow stride carried him towards your frame as it twisted for your back to be turned to him.

When you felt his touch on the zipper, tugging it down ever so slowly, your breath came in ragged, and your eyes fluttered shut. You swore you felt his radiating heat seep into you as he exposed more of your goosebump-ridden spine. 

As the straps tumbled over your shoulders, your hands came up to your chest to hold it up even though you wished for nothing more than to let it drop before him.

And when the zipper finally reached its end, he lingered right behind you just long enough for you to catch the tether of it. Slowly, as if you were dealing with a skittish bird, you rotated around. You didn’t dare to look him in the eyes as you let yourself follow that magnetic pull you’d been trying to keep at bay. Your gaze flickered up to his lips as heated puffs of air seeped from your lungs and you slowly, hypnotically, inched closer. 

But then Bucky opened his mouth and said in a soft and quiet tone, “what are you doing?” making you halt, though not pull back. 

“Please don’t act like you don’t already know… I know you do…”

“You can’t,” he uttered, though didn’t move to walk away either as he captured your gaze, “we can’t, alright?”

“Why not?” you breathed, your eyes returning to his lips, “is it really that important for you to stay professional over everything else? Or is it that I’m just a job to you?” your heart felt as if it was gonna beat straight out of your chest, “you know I like you, I know you do. You notice everything, so of course you know. Am I right?”

A long exhale then flowed from his lungs before the faintest of nods tilted his head, “…yeah.”

“And I have eyes too, I’ve seen the way you look at me,” a shiver trickled down your spine, “so, are you really gonna just stand there and pretend you don’t feel something too? Just go back to your own room and continue to protect me like nothing’s going on?”

“Y/n, I can’t be with you,” he shook his head heavily, “you know I can’t.” 

Can’t or won’t?

Before you could even consider the possible consequences, a desperate request then fell from your lips, “well, what if I’m not asking you to be with me? What if it’s just for tonight? What if I’m only asking you to be with me for one night? Would you give me that?” you blinked up at him, scarcely breathing at all, “would you be mine just till the sun comes up?” 

As if your quiet whispers melted him completely, your bodyguard breathed, “…fuck…” and the next thing you knew, he’d grabbed your face and seized your lips. 

It was like something inside of him had snapped, something you had shattered, with the way that he kissed you as if he’d been drowning and your lips were oxygen. 

As you lost yourself in the sensation of his tongue dancing across your own, you let the red dress drop down your body, passed the sheer stockings that clung around your thighs, to the floor. Like fire, one of his hands disappeared from your cheek and ran down your frame, grazing over the black lingerie that was now exposed.  

Though heated and hungry at first, the kiss soon softened into lighter pecks. 

With his metal hand, he held your face close to his as he withdrew from the kiss, an action you weren’t quite ready for as you dreamily trailed after him a bit, longing for his lips. 

“Are you sure this is what you want?” his hot breath fanned across your features. 

“Yes,” you whispered swiftly. 

But as you dizzily blinked up at him, he simply hummed for you to elaborate, “hm?”

“Yes, I want you,” goosebumps tingled across your skin. 

“You want me to what?” his thumb swiped over your cheekbone. 

“I want you to–, to–…” you fumbled as you felt your desire drip and soak your panties, making them cling to your aching core. 

“To what, huh?” 

“To–… fuck me,” the embarrassingly desperate words tumbled out your mouth. 

“You want me to fuck you?” his unwavering stare briefly dropped to your parted lips.

“Yes,” the syllable rushed out of you. 

“Say it again,” he tilted his chin. 

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Louder,” his feet began to shift, causing yours to shuffle back as well. 

“I want you to fuck me.”

“One more time,” his hand had dropped down to your jaw and his fingers curled slightly to dent your soft cheeks. 

“I want you to fuck me, please!” 

With the hold he had on you, he swiftly dipped down and pressed his lips to yours once more. The world then fell out from under you as his grasp scooped down your frame and plucked you up.

Your arms tangled around his neck right before your back collided with the closet door and your lips tilted away from his as a short squeak slipped out. The distance however lent Bucky to let his kisses dance down the length of your neck and across your cleavage, so perfectly framed by the sheer fabric of your bra. 

Though the hickeys he began to plant across your skin made your eyes roll in your skull, your fingers still captured his tie and tugged him back up for your lips to crash against his. As you moved to push his blazer off, his sturdy grip on you shifted though still held you close as the jacket fell from his burly frame and your palms swiftly scooped over his broad shoulders and down his chest, now one layer closer to letting you actually get to feel the furnace roiling beneath.

Cupping his face close, whimpers seeped out of you and vibrated against his lips as his fingers dug into your ass and rubbed your barely covered cunt over the palpable tent in his pants, your want surely drenching through your thin underwear and marking him as well. 

You almost didn’t realise that Bucky had moved till he dropped you down on the bed. Taking a step back, his tongue briefly flicked across his breathless lips as his fingers lifted to tug his tie off. 

Staring directly into your soul, he uttered, “take your bra off,” as he tossed the tie to the floor and your fingers scrambled to fulfil his request. When you flung the lingerie to the ground, right next to his crumbled tie, the cool night air kissed your pebbly nipples and Bucky let out a murmured curse right before bending down to press his lips to yours. 

Balanced on your elbows, you parted your lips and let his tongue sweep across your own. His touch coasted down your frame, barely granting your tits any attention before his grasp hooked around your thighs and yanked you closer to the edge of the mattress. A surprised yelp escaped you at first at the sudden shift, but as the sting of saliva, that had lingered and connected you from your sloppy kiss, snapped back against your skin, the short cry morphed into a fizzy giggle. 

The light laugh however faded away when you watched him sink to his knees at the foot of the bed. Your legs curled up even further on either side of you, though you weren’t quite sure if that was you or him pushing them up and cracking you open that much more. You could feel his breath hit your pantie-clad core as his gaze fixated on the soaked spot right over your puff. 

When his palm slid up your inner thigh, he only had to reach out his thumb for the broad pad to ghost over your covered slit. His eyes swiftly flickered up to capture yours, checking your reaction as you began to squirm from his feathery light touch. 

Hooking his finger in the gusset, he pulled it to the side and a glossy string stretched out and clung to the fabric as he revealed your glistening pussy. 

A breathy moan billowed out of you as he began to touch you, rolling your little pearl beneath his touch. Finding your eyes once more, he held your gaze as he then leaned down to press a gentle kiss over your clit. 

“This okay?” his voice vibrated against your bundle of nerves, making you twitch. 

“Mhm,” you nodded foggily, “you can do anything you want.”

“Anything?” his lips twitched into a smirk as his fingers stretched from where they were clutching your panties to brush over your button.

“Yeah,” you breathed, “fucking anything.” 

Your mouth then hung agape at the sight of him dipping down to ruthlessly taste your desire. It didn’t take long before he lost himself in you so fiercely that he momentarily leaned back only to rip your underwear off. Both of his hands curved around your bottom, raking across your skin as he drew you even closer to his tongue and dragged it through your wet folds.

Bumping his nose against your clit, he let himself make out with your cunt a moment longer before planting a farewell peck over your pearl and pulling back. A dollop of spit dropped from his lips down onto your pussy. Catching the drop with his fingers before it slid away, he rubbed it into your own juices and made you that much more of a mess. 

“O-oh,” you moaned as he slowly slid a long finger into you after teasing your weepy entrance enough to make you shiver. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned at the soppy sounds his efforts conjured.

Craning down to kiss your clit sloppily, Bucky then slid his ring finger in beside the other, curving them gently as he reached even deeper. 

When he momentarily retracted his digits to land a small tap over your puffy petals, the smile that bloomed on your face only egged him on further. Plugging you back up, he then retracted and repeated the slap though with more ferocity. 

Your head began to lull a bit as he brought his vibranium digits down to roll your clit and his fingers began to fuck you harder, not faster, but with an intent that made your pussy sing for him. 

With your thighs trembling, they nearly slammed shut as you felt the end near, but your bodyguard only slid his strong metal forearm over your legs, hooking it right under both of your bent knees, to keep you spread nice and open for him. 

The veins on the back of his inked hand popped from how fiercely his fingers rocked within you. 

Stretching his thumb up to strum your clit, he tried to sneak a third finger inside of you as he felt your walls begin to flutter around him. 

“That’s it, I’ve got you,” as he always did in every manner, evidently. A smile curved at his lips as your eyes fluttered closed and a symphony of moans flowed out of you with every last tender stroke he offered you to carry you over the edge, “atta girl.”

Melted against the sheets, you caught your breath as he planted one last peck on your inner thigh before standing back up. 

Slowly, with his gaze ever glued on you, he unbuttoned his shirt, gradually revealing the silver shine of the dog tags that hung from his neck and the tattoos that sprawled across his skin. Going all the way up from the hand still shiny with your essence, the ink swirled up his right arm, across his pecs, down his back and even curved over to his left shoulder and intentionally tangled into the gnarly scares sprouting from the border of his prosthetic. 

When the button-up hit the floor, his fingers drifted down to unhurriedly remove his belt, pulling it out of the loops, he let it join the shirt before he undid his pants and let his cock spring free. 

“Jesus christ…” your jaw couldn’t help but drop to the floor as your eyes fluttered at the intimidating reveal. 

Noticing the anxiety that peeked through your lust-ridden expression, his low voice found your ears, “what? Did you change your mind?” 

“No, I just–…” you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his fat cock as it throbbed before you, “I got a bit nervous all of a sudden.” 

“No reason to be nervous, baby,” he breathed out a smile as his fist curled around his girth.  

“Oh really?” you nearly began to laugh. 

“You’ll be fine,” drool threatened to escape the corner of your lips as he slowly began to stroke himself, “trust me.” 

“Really? Because I’m not so sure I’ll be able to take that…” 

“You will,” he uttered calmly as he dipped down to give you a kiss, “don’t worry,” a hand slid into your hair as he cradled your face and ushered your gaze to find his, “you know I’d never hurt you, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So, you’ll be fine,” his thumb curved to sweep over your cheek a few times. 

“Yeah,” you gently nodded and repeated after him, “I’ll be fine.”

“That’s my girl,” he smiled. Kissing you once more, he then pressed a peck to your forehead before his grasp found your hips and he suddenly flipped you around, onto your stomach. 

Helping you up onto your hands and knees, a hazy smile stretched across your features as he bent down over you and pressed kisses all along your spine. Dragging his bulbous tip through your sopping folds, he then teased you for so long, never granting you any more than a dizzying nudge, that whines began to escape from you.

“P-please,” you heard yourself beg as your fingers bunched up the sheets. 

“What?” he continued to flick and tap your swollen clit with the head of his heavy cock.

“I–I want it–, plea–, please fuck me,” you blubbered desperately. 

“Oh, now you want it, huh?” you could hear the smirk that dominated his face, “suddenly not so nervous anymore about me stretching you out, are you?”

“Bucky, plea–, o-oh–,” you felt your limbs tremble beneath you as he slipped the very tip inside. 

His efforts were so slow at first, gradually giving you more of his length and just shallowly fucking you till you blossomed and opened up for him. 

Gradually, his thrusts began to ease from a mind-numbingly slow pace to something that truly scrambled your brain. You soon lost yourself completely to the molten sensation of his fat girth steadily splitting you open. 

Though when he finally bottomed out within you, a shrill gasp slipped out passed your lips and your frame shuttered beneath him. 

Drawing his hips back just enough for you to regain the ability to fill your lungs with oxygen once more, you heard him murmur in your ear, “what, is it too much dick for you?” retraining his thrusts slightly, he kept his tip from kissing your cervix, “that better or is it still too deep for you?” his hands dented your hips.

“N-no, no, it feels so good, it’s just–,” a whimper slipped out of you and broke up your slurring, “you’re so fucking big, I’ve never–,” you felt like you could feel him all the way up in your throat, “no one’s ever been that fucking deep before.”

One of his hands curved down to your clit at the exact same time as your own did. As they met, he let your own fingers swirl over your puffy pearl as his simply lingered, till he suddenly grasped your wrist and gently led it away from your pussy, further up to your lower stomach. 

“That deep?” he pressed down on your palm and let you discover the dull bulge that formed in your belly at every one of his dizzying thrusts, “has no one ever stuffed you that full before? Not even one of your pretty toys you play with so often?”

“Nuh-uh,” you panted as his warm contact dissipated from your spine and he straightened back up. 

A gravelly moan slipped out past Bucky’s lips as he glanced down to see how tightly your creamy pussy was gripping onto his cock. Your fingers returned to the sheets as his wide palm came down to slap your ass, your back arching at the impact and consequently angling his efforts so that the details of his dick brushed against your g-spot in the most heavenly way imaginable. 

He only buried himself inside of you a few more times, his heavy sack tapping against your buzzing clit at every electric buck, till your pussy gushed around his fat girth. 

“There you go,” he pulled out only to insistently flick your puffy pearl with his tip, “fucking hell,” he then plunged his cock all the way back in before dragging it back out, “keep going,” ushering more squirt to drizzle out. He kept up the overwhelming pattern till your pussy stopped gushing for him, till he’d pushed you through the overstimulation and your cunt slowly began to relax again for him. Eventually, when he steadily withdrew from you, he craned his neck to relish in the way your little hole had stretched out and accommodated so well for him, it even winking sinfully at him every time he pulled out, “good fucking girl,” he growled at the sight, “told you so, you’d do just fine,” your shaky frame jolted as he slapped your ass again, “look at you now fucking gaping for me, christ…”

With a ring of your cream staining the base of his cock, he let himself return to your warmth for longer than just a few seconds, fucking you with such ferocity that your pliant form, still molten and unsteady from your second orgasm, collapsed onto the mattress below. 

Though he successfully caught you before you could slip off his cock entirely, he still let you drop down on the bed, though softened the fall for you, before he followed suit. 

The weight of him on top of you felt so comforting and soothed on your tingly skin.

“You okay?” he kissed your cheek before spreading your stocking-clad legs with his own. 

“Hm,” you nodded foggily and felt yourself drool onto the sheets as he squished you further into the mattress.

Your shaky moans filled the bedroom as he slid back inside, “fuck, you feel so good…” sloppily nipping just below your ear before he picked up his pace. 

The chain that dangled from his neck felt cool on your skin and acted as a stark contrast to how hot his body felt pressed against your back. 

“You think you can be a good girl and cum for me again?” he groaned into your ear as his efforts echoed sloppily, “let me feel that pretty pussy squeeze around me one last time?”

“I-I don’t know,” you trembled beneath him, every one of his deep thrusts making you jolt and gasp for air as he was practically splitting you in half. 

“You don’t know?” he sweetly whispered in your ear as he curled his arms under you. One hand slid under your tit and caught your pebbly nipple in a rude pinch while the other soared down to your sore and swollen clit, “can you try for me? Try and cum again,” your eyes had fallen completely shut, so your whole reality had just become Bucky’s reassuring weight, his tantalising efforts, and his sinful whispers that seeped directly into your soul, “try and squirt for me one last time, sweetheart.” 

And so, you did. It didn’t even take that long before you tumbled over one last time and your pussy creamed for him, drenching the already damp sheets beneath you, as he swiftly came as well, throbbing deep within your clenching cunt and filling your little hole up to the brim till it tried to leak and escape around his girth.

His heavy pants faded from your ear as he slowly crawled off of you, cascading a tender trail of kisses all the way down your body till he gently retraced his track of pecks and settled down next to you. Fluttering your eyes open as his palm slid up to your heated cheek, he gazed into your hazy eyes for a moment before leaning in to softly press his lips to your own. 

You wanted to curl in closer to his frame, but your body was so exhausted that you could barely raise your pinkie finger. Fortunately though, as you layed there in wordless wonder, Bucky’s arms draped around you as he scooted in close, hugging you to him and gently caressing your skin as you continued to blink back into his ocean eyes, not uttering a word out of fear that you’d ruin the blissful moment.

After perhaps a small eternity had passed, he briefly raised his head up slightly to catch sight of the small clock on your bedside table. 

“There’s still a few more hours left before the sunrise…” he settled back down beside you.

“Oh, yeah?” a soft smile tilted up your lips as his touch began to travel south. 

“Yeah,” his lips gently parted in a silent moan as his fingers slid through your sore folds. His stare was transfixed on how your brows knitted together and a quiet hiss slipped out of you as he swirled over your sensitivity, playing with the hot load he’d pumped into you as it slowly leaked out, one of his digits too brash not to try and stuff it back inside, “what do you think?” sharing your breath, he inched in and let his nose nuzzle against your own, “do you want me to be yours just a little bit longer or would you rather I’d return to my own bed?” 

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[digitalbvnny]

dragon!bf who lets you and only you brush and clean his scales. something only very trusted individuals can do for dragons, he lets carefully brush away all the dirt. dragon!bf who gets all hot and bothered from your gentle touch, you can tell from the smoke flowing from his slanted nostrils. dragon!bf who gets so worked up he pulls you close using his tail, his claws for ripping off your clothes. his cock stretching your hole with a harsh burn, but one you love so much.

[fireblossomdoll]

Hi there !

Is there a way you can do a small fix or even a headcanon on how madara would act with his pregnant wife being moody or having mood swings. And craving weird foods?

If you would be so kind to make a scenario when she interrupts his meeting to ask for food

Btw I love your works 💗💗

Madara x pregnant!Reader hcs

Content: Uchiha Madara x Reader, fem!reader, husband!Madara x wife!reader, pregnacy!!, fluff, humor, crack A/N: Thank you so much for the request anon!! This is my first request so it's very special to me. I don't really write or read fics with pregnancy, but I tried my best (─‿‿─)♡ I'm also trying to write a little fic about it rn!!

Husband!Madara was very happy when he found out that you were pregnant. He could barely believe that he was going to be a father and finally have the family he dreamed of.

Husband!Madara tried to find out all the information he could about pregnancies, so that he could assist you in any way you needed.

Husband!Madara got annoyed anyway when you would get mood swings. He knew that it was a normal symptom, but it still annoyed him. He would send others to get you some chamomile tea to calm you down.

Husband!Madara would find your weird cravings amusing, but try to talk you out of them unless they were somewhat normal. He wouldn't let you eat sand, no matter how crunchy it looked, but would try to get you some ice to chew instead.

Husband!Madara would fry whatever food you wanted. The first time tasted so incredibly good, so you kept asking for more.

Husband!Madara started seasoning the fried food with spicier peppers as your requests got weirder to discourage you from wanting more. Eventually, it got so spicy you started crying when you took a bite and he felt bad. So he stopped putting extra chilli, but at that point you were too scared of fried foods to ask for more.