#him down and smiling above him and holding his wrists against the floor and kinda straddling his hips and what else can buck so except get

[tommygotwrittenoff]

okay buck would definitely be like hey eddie let's spar together and eddie would be like okay!! sparring is so much fun!! and so they would go to a gym after their shift and spar and it would be Fine for about 5 minutes. before buck realizes he's in over his head and his size is Not an advantage with eddie because eddie is able to pin him down no matter what buck does. and buck would be so horny and frustrated the entire time and eddie would be confused because I thought you could fight buck??? why are you giving up once I pin your hands down??? and buck would try to be all ha ha I guess I can't compete against a former street fighter while actively trying to hide his erection

[harry-styles-obsessed]

Silent treatment

You all seem to love the smut sooo I decided why not get ✨extra✨ smutty and give you something else(; MINORS DNI

Synopsis: Harry’s a billionaire. He’s been working 24/7 not giving you any attention like you often experience with him… one day he comes home and expects you to be all lovey dovey only to learn that you’re ignoring him… one way or another he’ll have to get your attention and earn it.

Trigger warnings: dominant harry, slight aggression, oral fem receiving, fingering, spanking, p in v, C word, edging, denial, orgasm control, degrading, kinda mean! Harry just general smutty things

©️Please do not copy or translate my work

“I’m home” his voice was loud and clear as it echoed around the silent home, usually there would be music playing or the tv on but there was nothing… only silence… “baby?” He questioned looking around “sweetheart where are you?” He checked the living room, kitchen, bathroom before headed upstairs checking all of upstairs before finding you in your and his shared bedroom “there you are my love,” he spoke with a smile gazing at you. You laid on the bed wearing a silk robe that barely covered your nude body— he stared at you, watching you read the story, him watching as your fingertips began turning the pages little by little and soon he was noticing that you were blatantly ignoring him. His brows furrowed slightly “earth to y/n?” He wore a black button up shirt that was unbuttoned at the top and black trousers to match it, his hands soon resting on his hips “alright what’s going on?” He questioned watching as your eyes eventually moved to look at him, only earning an eye roll from you before you looked back at your book.

He slowly walked closer to you before stopping just beside the bed staring down at you “you know I can get you to talk… and when I make you talk… force you to talk to me I won’t stop.” His words were menacing, underlined with a certain dangerous tone but you still continued to ignore him. He was never aggressive with you, even in bed he was rarely aggressive or even vicious but that all changed rather suddenly. He perched on the edge of the bed as he stared at you, before slowly tracing his fingertip from your exposed thigh and up to the inner seam of the nightgown that barely covered you, before with his free hand he snatched the book from you making your lips part your brows furrowing as you grew slightly annoyed before trying to snatch the book back with a few huffs and grunts only for him to toss the book onto the floor, his hand then effortlessly grabbing onto both your wrists and pinning your wrists down above your head a small gasp coming from your mouth and he stared down at you with a small smirk

“Now will you tell me what’s earned me the treatment of being ignored?” He questioned raising his brows watching as you just stared at him silently yet some excitement lingered in your eyes showing you liked where this was going, but at the same time you had no clue what he was going to do to you. You felt his free hand trace shapes into your inner thigh a shaky breath coming from you as he kept his eyes on you, before his finger trailed to your aching heat that was gradually growing wetter and wetter just from the thoughts spiralling round your head. He slowly dipped his fingertip in between your pussy lips using his index finger and thumb to slowly part them as he gazed down at you watching as you wriggled slightly a small whine coming from your lips “oh… that’s what makes you weak?” He mused with a evident smirk before he hummed still keeping a hold of your wrists not allowing you to move as he soon thrusted his long slender finger into your tight cunt, the gruelling and punishing pace of his finger thrusting in and out of you constantly at such a perfect angle making his finger touch against your G-spot over and over again, watching your reactions— all of them— the way you threw your head back and panted struggling to stay quiet as moans and whines came from you.

Soon he slipped in a second finger as he curled both fingers deep within your tight heat, your hips jolting weakly as eventually you couldn’t help but cry out his name his thumb drawing slow circles against your clit forcing your hips to buck over and over, the pleasure forcing the sounds and cries from you as you moaned his name. “There we go… not so quiet after all hm? Told you, you couldn’t stay quiet. I know how to make you tick.” His lips curled upwards in a small grin as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. The pace of his fingers and the delicate curl of his fingers that drove you utterly insane had your walls clenching down around his fingers over and over again, and upon hearing your moans and whines grow louder and the way your walls massaged his fingers and twitched against them he didn’t stop- no- he continued going

“You want to cum, hm?” He cooed to you watching as you nodded “oh yeah? Yeah I’m sure you do darling… do you think you deserve to cum?” He continued thrusting his fingers in and out of you keeping up the quick pace watching as you nodded pathetically before he without much warning pulled his fingers from your drenched hole. “Well, I beg to differ sweetheart. Only good girls get to cum.” He spoke simply as you whined and whimpered, your thighs trembling ever so slightly.

“If you talk to me I’ll let you cum.” He spoke teasingly and you whimpered “why, were you giving me the silent treatment, hm?” He asked softly but he had a pretty good idea. “Is it because you’re a fucking slut in need of a good fucking?” His words made you whimper and you nodded your head over and over again “oh is that so you naughty girl” he chuckled softly “please- please need to cum.. need to feel good… please Harry… please..” he tutted slightly as he stared at you before he slowly let go of your hands but your wrists remained weakly laid against the pillow, before he slowly leaned in closer to you “no.” He spoke softly as he shook his head, denying you of it before he stood up from the bed analysing you- studying all of you before he smirked slightly

“Roll over. Onto your tummy.” He demanded, watching as you just remained still and he stared at you unimpressed “three, two–“ and finally you obeyed rolling onto your tummy. He then knelt down onto the bed his large hands slowly stroking over your ass cheeks slowly and gently “you want my attention…. Is that your issue? Needy for my attention and love?” He spoke watching you nod and he hummed “use your words.” He demanded. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” You cried out and he smiled “right…” he trailed off hands continuing to stroke against your ass cheeks gently, the silence deafening as he remained silent for a few moments before finally bringing his hand down against your ass cheek smacking your ass hard, the harshness of it leaving a very visible red handprint as you whimpered Harry doing the exact same thing again in the same exact place making you moan “oh my pretty girl likes being spanked does she? Oh of course you do. Such a dirty pathetic slut.”

You moaned heavily as he continued to slap your ass multiple times, before he aimed his hits from where your asscheek met your thigh- slapping against the little crease watching as you jumped, only for a moan and cry to leave your lips, Harry chuckling softly “oh such a good girl hm?” His light spanks continued raining down against your skin until your ass was almost bright red. He smoothed his hands against the marks against your ass and smiled listening to you whimper as he soothed the stinging skin, but that didn’t last long as without much warning he pulled you so your hips were dangling off of the edge of the bed, and he easily flipped you around so you were now looking at him “harry please I need to cum. Please.. I can’t take it anymore..” you moaned out desperately.

“Y/n… I want you to beg me… beg me and maybe I’ll let you cum this time.” He spoke and you nodded fervently “don’t stop begging.” He spoke simply before his lips and tongue attached to your clit, beginning to suck the bud in between his lips suckling against it as he flicked his tongue against the bundle of nerves watching as your hips twitched desperately a cry leaving your lips as you panted “please! Please! I want to cum! Please! I’ll be a good girl for you! Please!” You began begging over and over again, mindlessly, not thinking straight as the pleasure overwhelmed your head your breathing heavy as you squeezed your eyes shut your walls clenching around nothing as he continued to lather his tongue all over your hungry pussy. As his tongue continued teasing against your clit, he lifted his head stopping the pleasure making you cry out “shhh…. Y/n reach down. Fuck yourself with your fingers.” Harry demanded and as if a puppeteer was controlling your hand you dipped your hand down to your aching pussy. He watched as your fingers began thrusting deep within your cunt over and over again your hips jerking as your moans grew louder, he just watched as you toyed with yourself, his hand drawing circles into your clit as you continued moaning desperately. You were a mess for him and Harry loved it… he loved how messy you were for him and as your moans grew louder and he watched your pussy clenched around your fingers he quickly grabbed your wrist forcing it to halt, stopping your movement

“How badly do you need to cum?” He spoke teasingly, and you whimpered “so bad please… please… I’ll let you do anything… please!” Harry’s cock twitched in his pants and he clenched his jaw slightly before humming “good response.” He then pulled your hand from your pussy and instead replaced it with his own, his long fingers pumping in and out of you at a merciless pace as his tongue and lips began toying with your clit as screams of euphoria began leaving your lips, your sensitive clit even more sensitive from him toying with it his movement remaining fast as your body reacted to each feeling “c’mon.. c’mon… cum on my fingers… c’mon… cum right fucking now” he demanded watching you come undone right beneath him, your jaw slackening as you tilted your head back your breathing heavy as a sharp moan left your lips your hips bucking into his mouth as he fucked you through your orgasm a slight bead of sweat on your forehead as you panted your eyes rolled back into the back of your head your breathing fast as you tried to calm yourself down.

Harry’s fingers eventually halted but he didn’t pull them out only curling them slowly into you over and over again constantly playing with you “you want my cock?” He asked you knowing how fuzzy your hearing was, but still you nodded desperately and he chuckled “oh my pathetic sweet darling…” he hummed out “so needy for my cock. Want me to fucking overstimulate you hm? Until you’re screaming… until you’re messy? Yeah? Oh I’ll do that just for you.” He hummed out the lewd words only turning you on further, hearing the sound of material hitting the floor before feeling his hard cock press just between your thighs, the tip of his cock teasing against your pussy lips before he began edging himself in, letting out a low groan as he began slowly fucking into you, little by little until his hips were pressed against yours, rocking lightly against you as you moaned in pleasure his moans and groans soft as he lowered his head down taking your nipple between his lips as he swirled his tongue around it, nipping at it gently as your hips bucked into his. He was ravenous for you.

Soon he had kissed you deeply just as he picked up the pace, thrusting in and out of you at a merciless pace your lips parted against his as you groaned into his mouth, crying out in pleasure, Harry taking that as his chance as he slipped his tongue into your mouth— the both of you making out as he fucked you long and hard. Eventually he pulled back from the kiss, leaving a gentle but long line of saliva trailing from both your lips before it snapped and faded away as he leaned his head back, his thrusts grew harder and faster the sound of skin hitting against skin and lewd sounds echoing around the room being the only thing heard before eventually his hips jolted as you both orgasmed, his thrusts being slightly sloppy as he moaned before he kissed you again deeply keeping his lips pressed against yours as he breathed heavily, before finally pulling back “fuck… such a good girl… fucking hell… knows how to make me feel good hm…” he began trailing kisses against your neck, remaining inside of you as he just laid against your naked body, both of you nude and sweaty as he gripped onto you, his kissing soothing and loving his breathing slowly calming down before he let out a soft hum “I love you so much… but don’t ever ignore me again…” he chuckled out softly “or do… I quite liked this.” He spoke with a small smirk and you smiled lazily, leaning up to kiss his lips “I love you too…”

You both stayed in that position for a while, Harry allowing your tight pussy to massage his cock in the best ways. He could’ve stayed with you like this forever… in fact he intended to. When he fucked you like this he knew you weren’t just made for him but your body was made for him too.. maybe he was far too possessive but you were all his and he wouldn’t ever get bored of fucking you ruthlessly over and over.

[jwonsite]

taesan (boynextdoor) smut drabble

warnings: he’s kinda mean,, rough,, reader tries to top him,, does not work,, unprotected (wrap it up!), oral (m receiving), p in v, he cums inside, slight breath kink..?

wc: uhhhh around 1k

when i tell you this is my fav taesan to write,,, i mean it cuz he quite literally LOVES this dynamic most definitely his fav. loves being able to put you in your place when you’re not listening and show you who’s in charge🥰

probably would start w you just teasing him in little ways thru out the day,, rubbing your ass against him as you pass by,, “accidentally” brushing your hand over his dick when you’re sitting next to him,, bending down right in front of him to grab something off the floor,, literally just doing everything you can to drive him insane enough for him to finally say something to you. def just grabbing you by the wrist as you pass by a little too closely and saying something like “what the fuck is your problem today??”,,, and just seeing how annoyed he gets when you answer back “i don’t know what you’re talking about baby🤕” as you free yourself from his grip and keep walking.

he would def just run a hand thru his hair before following you to your room,, watching as you change out of your clothes into a pair of shorts and one of his t shirts before continuing to talk,,, saying something like “you’ve been acting like a slut all day,, is what i’m talking about”,, crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame as you slip his t shirt over your frame. “ohh that?”,, sitting on the edge of the bed as you talk to him,, watching as he walks over to stand above you,, arms still crossed as he runs his eyes down your figure,, “yeah that,, you wanna say sorry for acting like a slut all day while i was trying to get some work done?”

his hands coming down to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants to show his hard on straining against his underwear. “mm,,, i don’t think i will,,, gonna get what i want anyways” you say as you lean back onto your hands,, watching as his dick is practically leaking at the sound of your voice. taesan probably just letting out a small laugh under his breath,, before wrapping his hand around your neck to pull your face right up against his dick,, pushing your face down onto him to relieve some of the pressure,, “yeah? you think i’m gonna give you what you want after you were being a brat all day?” he says as he forces two of his fingers into your mouth to yank your jaw open,,, quickly pulling down his underwear to shove his dick in your mouth,, pushing your nose all the way down to his pelvis so he can hear you choking on his dick🤕

he would love feeling the way you push against his thighs,, trying your best to come up for air as he’s holding you down,, watching how your eyes start to tear up at the intrusion at the back of your throat💔 literally just using your throat like a fucktoy,,, thrusting in and out of your so hard until he’s holding your face down and cumming straight down your throat,, pulling your face off of him as he says smth like “you wanna keep acting like a brat and choke on my dick again or are you gonna be a good girl and listen so i can finally fuck you like the slut that you are?”,, watching as you try to catch your breath,,

his breath suddenly hitching as your hand reaches out to pump his dick,, running your thumb over his slit as he tried to grab your wrist to stop the overstimulation,, you just keep pumping him until he’s cumming again all over your hands,, smirking as he lets out low groans and moans,, “what happened baby boy? can’t handle being overstimulated?” you say with a fake pout,, smiling to yourself as you lick his cum off your hands. without saying a word he’s flipping you onto your stomach,, pushing your face into the mattress as he pulls your hips up and pushes into you,, filling you up all in one go,, and just pumping into you hard af,, “is this what you wanted?? hm?? to be fucked like a slut??” as he grips your hair to pull your back against him,, biting the shell of your ear before letting you fall back down onto your hands,, then pushing your face back into the mattress to make you arch more. def slapping your ass so fucking much,, you’re going to have handprints on your ass for days.

could see this being one of the days where you’re more vocal too,, taesan would fucking love ts. just hearing how you whine and moan for him as he’s balls deep in you he’s going to be so close to cumming but would hold off for as long as he can,, wanting to make sure you cum first. would grab the hair on the back of your head and pull on it,, just using it as something to hold onto as he’s fucking into you hard enough to leave bruises on your ass🤕

would slip his hand around your chest and play with your nipples when you get close,, using his other hand to play with your clit to have you cumming so hard around him,, feeling the way you clench around his dick as he keeps pumping into you to chase his high,, cumming soon after and just pushing his load so deep in you before pulling out to watch how his cum seeps out of you,, using two fingers to push it back in before sticking his fingers down your throat so you can taste the mixture you both made🤕 def just collapsing onto the bed beside you and pulling you onto his chest for a bit,, kissing your head and laying there for a bit before getting up to run you both a bath to clean up💔

[readngandweepng]

afab!roach x sub top male reader

note: no pronouns for reader but written with a male in mind. also i didnt proofread at all so i apologize if there are any errors. kinda short. wrote this on a whim after a long while of not writing at all so this kinda sucks sorry. btw implied that roach talks because i like to think that he occasionally speaks.

i think that roach would be so sweet, sitting in your lap with his hands resting on your shoulders, just kissing you as you graze your hands through his hair. he’d hold your face close to his, tilting his head to kiss you deeper while grinding against you so gently. then you’d move your hands to his hips, moving him enough to ease a breathy moan from his lips, and he’d look into your eyes with his half-lidded ones before pushing you down onto the bed, your back hitting the mattress without retaliation. 

before you know it his jeans are unbuckled and thrown onto the floor. he climbs on top of you, and the sight of him dripping causes your hands to fly to your belt to unbuckle it before shoving the zipper down and moving your jeans out of the way to take your cock into your eager hand. his knees are on either side of your hips. he presses his palms to your chest, keeping you down onto the bed. he lowers himself to your tip, gently rocking his pussy against your cock. you groan in exasperation, about to grab his hips until he takes your wrists in his grasp and pins them down against the bed, each one beside your head. he says nothing, but he smiles at you and in response you buck up, desperate to be inside of him. he anticipates this and moves out of the way, smirking at your pleading expression.

 “come on, gary. you have to be as fucking desperate as i am.” you’re met with silence again, but he moves over your cock once more, lowering himself onto your tip. he leans down to your level, his lips at your ear as he whispers so softly you can barely catch what he says, but it’s a command to stay still. you listen and your hands are above your head now. roach adjusts himself, sitting up and using you for balance as he rocks against the tip of your cock. he looks ethereal and the temptation to take him is almost too much. 

you know that he’s enjoying this; the sight of you clenching your teeth as you try not to stay put. and he knows that he is in control, no matter how badly you want to fuck him. he then takes you completely, enveloping your whole cock within him. he doesn’t move, not even a little bit, and the feeling of his warm, wet cunt makes your back rise off the bed before you’re pushed back down again. 

“please, gary. god, please just fucking move.” the words almost don’t come out. you grip the bed frame at your head, your feet flat against the mattress. you physically have to contain yourself from fucking into him, but you know better than to disobey your sweet roach. 

through hazy vision, you can see the same smile on his face as he begins slowly humping your cock. you choke on your breath, watching his hips rock against you in a steady rhythm that builds up and up until he’s bouncing on your cock now, looking down at your struggling figure. he’s so wet and so fucking warm around you, and every time you let out a groan he clenches and it in turn makes your back arch. you can hear him letting out small moans and quiet whispery breaths. it’s too much, you think. the way he feels is too good, and before you know it you cum inside him. he’s still moving, taking your cock in and out of him at a pace so overwhelming you grab his hips, letting out one final plea. roach just smiles, grabbing your wrists and pressing them down against the bed again and you can tell by the way he relentlessly humps your cock that this won’t be the last time you, or he for that matter, will come tonight.

[kaleldobrev]

Shiny New Toy (1)

Pairing: Demon!Dean Winchester x Fem!Virgin!Reader

Summary: You're Demon Dean's shiny new toy

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Age Gap, Cursing (3x), Smut (Oral Sex, Fingering), Virgin Reader, Demon Dean (yes, he gets a warning), Bondage (kinda?), Forced Orgasm (kinda?)

Authors Note: I feel like I should apologize for this cause I wrote this when I was horny past midnight when I should have been sleeping but I'm not going to apologize | What I should be apologizing for is the fact that I wrote this knowing that it's gonna be multiple parts | This is the more tamer of the parts | 18+ only please | MDNI | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

Your eyes fluttered open slowly, trying to adjust to the unnatural red glow of the room you were currently in. Your hands were above your head, chained up and in thick cuffs. Your legs were spread apart equal to your shoulders; they too were chained up in similar cuffs. Looking down at your body, you almost didn’t realize what you were wearing at first, as you were too distracted by the cuffs on your wrist and ankles. You were wearing a thin layer of clothing; wearing something that you hadn’t bought yourself, nor would ever buy. You were wearing a matching set of lace see-through lingerie. And from the feeling of the cold metal against your ass, the panties that you were wearing was in fact a thong - something you hated more than anything.

Your stomach felt like it was in knots, and your throat was unbelievably dry, like you hadn’t had water in days. You didn’t know how long you had been in this room; the last thing you had remembered was being in the Bunker, you and Sam being chased with a hammer by Dean. In this moment, all you could think about was Sam, hoping and wishing that he was okay.

The sound of a metal door opened behind you, and from the sound of it, it sounded heavy. You shut your eyes for a brief moment, trying to gather your thoughts and trying to lower your racing heart; but it was all a failed attempt. In addition to the door you heard heavy boots walking across the floor behind you, followed by a small chuckle. The heavy boots and that chuckle were two things that you instantly recognized. “Dean.” You mumbled, letting out a breathy sigh.

A hand touched your arm, and your body jumped and tensed at the same time from the contact. Dean finally coming into view, giving you the flirtiest of smiles; one that you had been so accustomed to getting from him. “Hey Sunshine.” Your heart picked up the pace at hearing your nickname that he had reserved only for you. “Your heart is going a million miles. I could hear it down the hall.”

He ran his hand down your arm, across your breasts, all the way down to your stomach, just stopping right above the hem of your panties. “Where are we?” You asked.

“We’re in Hell Sweetheart.” He said so matter of factly. You were fucked. One of his fingers started playing with the hem of your panties; a part of you was starting to get turned on, but another part of you tried remaining strong; but that part was failing as your body was reacting in a much different way. You were almost embarrassed, ashamed that you were getting turned on; and Dean had barely touched you.

He removed his finger from the hem and walked over to a small cart that consisted of an assortment of tools. He picked up one tool, that seemed like a knife of some sort. Your body tensed up again, afraid of what he was going to do with it. Dean chuckled, noticing that your body had tensed. “You afraid of this?” He asked, holding the knife up, a small grin on his lips. You nodded. “Aw baby.” His voice seemed very amused.

Walking over to you, he gently started tracing the point of the knife on your skin. He didn’t apply enough pressure to leave any marks, but just enough to feel the sharpness from the blade. He started at your legs and started tracing upward, stopping at the hem again. For some reason, he was obsessed. “So beautiful.” He mumbled. He looked at you, still grinning. “I picked this little number out for you. Needed to know if you would look just as good as I pictured you would.” He paused for a moment before taking the blade of the knife and cutting off the thong; quickly throwing it off to the side. “More beautiful than I pictured.” You knew he was no longer talking about the lingerie, but your bare pussy in front of him. Although you weren’t naked, you might as well have been.

“Dean.” Was all you could get out. You had wanted to say more, but your body wasn’t cooperating.

“If I touch you, are you going to be wet for me?” He asked. You weren’t sure if he had actually wanted you to respond or not. But before you could, one of his fingers was already touching your clit. You sucked in a breath at the sudden contact. He looked at your pussy for a moment as he slowly slide his finger up and down moving some of the wetness around. He looked at you, seeming satisfied that you were already wet for him. “Sweetheart, I’ve barely touched you and you’re soaked.” His face changed then, his grin almost turning into an evil like smirk. “Wait. That’s right. You’re a virgin.” He chuckled. “Virgins get wet so easily. I almost forgot what that’s like.”

You had told Dean in confidence a few months ago that you were a virgin. Upon telling him, he had practically offered to take it. But you had told him that you didn’t want to lose your virginity with a one night stand, that you had wanted to lose it to someone that you loved and someone that loved you just the same. You remembered briefly now, that he almost seemed hurt by your words.

“Now tell me.” He began, putting the knife back into the cart. “When you say virgin, how virgin are we talking here?” He asked. “Ever been fingered? Eaten out?” You shook your head. “Never? Not even once?”

“No.” Your no sounded so weak. It wasn’t like you didn’t want those things, you just never really had the opportunity. Hunting had taken up a lot of your time, and you weren’t one for one night stands. So getting fingered, eaten out, or having sex was something that didn’t happen for you. Although you were a little ashamed, you also weren’t completely upset by it either, given the fact that you had only just turned 21 a few weeks prior - it was perfectly normal for a woman your age to still be a virgin in all senses of the word.

“You know, when you first told me that you were a virgin, I gotta say Sweetness, I was very surprised.” He said, stepping in between your legs. “But, it gave me thoughts about you that…” he licked his lips before he started kissing your inner thighs. “Made me realize how badly I’ve wanted you forever.” More kisses; and more wetness started to form. A small moan had escaped your lips. “Cause baby, when I first met you, I wanted you, and wanted you bad. But, had to stop myself. You know why?” He licked a long strip of your clit. “Even though you were 18, a part of me thought that it was so…wrong to ruin you that young."

You shouldn’t have been turned on by his words but you were. You remembered the day you had met Dean. You had just turned 18 a few weeks before and you just graduated from high school. You had noticed the way Dean had looked at you, giving you his classic flirty smile. But you noticed how quickly his demeanor changed once you said how old you were. His demeanor going from overly flirty, to dad or friend. You had figured in that moment that he had no intentions of ever wanting to pursue a relationship with you given your age. You were a little crushed to say the least.

“You have no idea how hard it’s been trying to control myself around you.” He took one of his fingers and started to slowly push inside your cunt. “So many times I pictured what it would be like to just bend you over the counter and fuck that little ass of yours raw.” His finger was going slow, and you were thankful for that; but amazed at the same time. “So many times I’ve pictured having my head between these legs of yours and eating you out until your legs turned into jello.” He added a second finger now, and you tensed up, clenching around his fingers.

“You’re so wet for me.” He mumbled. “And you’re taking my fingers real good too.” He said a bit louder. Two of his fingers were now fully inside of you, knuckle deep. “I may be a demon, but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna be nice and not let you cum. Especially given the circumstances.” The way he said it, it sounded almost as if you should be thanking him. His movements started going slow, as he started pumping his fingers inside of you. It was a weird sensation, but a sensation that your body had craved for such a long time; especially from Dean. You had wanted so much to lose your virginity to him; but not to this version. He was a demon, a cruel, heartless knight of hell. Not your sweet, loving, nerdy best friend whom you were in love with.

“Dean please…” You weren’t sure what you had wanted to say in that moment. You didn’t necessarily want him to continue or to stop; your body and mind were confused. You had felt like you shouldn’t have been wet for him, to be turned on, he was a demon after all. But all you saw and felt was Dean, no demon in sight despite what you had actually knew.

“Yes Sweetheart?” He asked, his fingers were starting to pick up the pace, every so often his fingers would hook and curl inside of you, trying their best to get the perfect angle. You felt yourself starting to get wetter and wetter, and you knew how much Dean was enjoying this. He had pictured you so many times. “Need you to use your words doll.”

The pressure inside of you was building, your pussy clenching around his fingers. “My little virgin gonna cum?” He practically whispered. You couldn’t help but nod. “You know how I know? You’re clenching so tight around my fingers.” He smirked. His free hand tilted your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him. Your hips instinctively started swiveling trying to help yourself cum. He looked at your hips for a moment before making eye contact with you again. “Look at those little hips go.” He grinned again. “Want to look at your face the first time you cum. Need to see your O face.”

His fingers were aggressive now, his movements were erratic. Although you were close to an orgasm, it almost felt like he was trying to force one out of you; something that you didn’t think was possible. A moment later you started coming; your face contorted, and your eyes briefly shut. Your hips bucked up, and Dean continued to finger you through your orgasm. “Fuck.” You breathed out, your chest rising and falling. He removed his fingers from your cunt, and you already missed them inside of you. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean.

“More delicious than I pictured.” He said. “Can’t wait for you to cum around my cock.” He smirked. This was going to be a long night for sure.

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[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

Flirting with death.

Pairing: Male Wednesday addams x reader

Warnings: Sword fighting with real dangerous swords, Flirting, Kissing, Blood kink? Kinda yandere Wednesday. Mi Alma: my soul.

The world seemed to fade as you stared into his coal eyes, a tiny lift of his corner lip reserved for you alone. The room is silent as if holding its breath, walls watching impatiently for the fight to begin. He was ready and so were you.

A creak above and your swords clashed together. "it's disgustingly cute that you think you have a chance." Wednesday tilted his head slowly, a faint teasing undertone in his normal deadpanned voice. "Aw you think im cute." you purred, using all your strength and pushing him back before lunging at him, aiming for his stomach, like you thought he merely stepped to the side, avoiding your thrust all together.

"Is that all you got Mi Alma?" he asked, walking back to give you time to attack him. You grunted softly "Not quite." and pulled out your blade from the wall it got stuck in. You advanced once more this met with a parry, and this continued for a while, till sweat slowly trailed off your body, Wednesday was unfazed, of course. "Done so soon?" Wednesday taunted, emotionlessly, positioning his sword up and placing one arm behind his back. "Nah, where's the fun in that." you wiped the sweat off of your forehead and got up from your kneeling position. "Pity." he hummed, and unexpectedly striking, missing your neck by a hair, you gasped as you parried his stabs and swings, each one getting stronger.

You had to think of something! His sword swung at your legs when your idea struck you. Jumping and landing on his sword below you. "Touché." You smirked at his stuck form as you pointed your sword in his face. Pride bloomed in your chest for the first time, you won but that feeling withered away as a big smile graced your boyfriend's lips, he only smiled that way when he was about to torture someone. Suddenly he yanked his weapon out from under your feet, knocking you and your blade down, the hard barely carpeted floor met your butt, and a wave of pain shot throughout your body, "Get up, Mi Alma." Wednesday order, and you slowly obeyed, the cold metal of the sword laid flat against your cheek as you stood up. With a flick of his wrist, his blade sliced a bit of your cheek, so fast you barely had time to hiss in pain. The weapon dropped to the floor beside your feet as Wednesday, stepped closer to you gracefully and wiped the small flow of blood away, "Wednesday?" you questioned softly, his ebony eyes focused on your wound, unreadable like always. "Red is an exquisite color on you." He muttered, spreading your blood upon your lips like lipstick before he kissed you, with a passion you hadn't known that he had. The overwhelming taste of iron and a little bit of faded mint made you cringe yet you allowed his pink muscle to swirl around yours, locked in a battle of their own. When you pulled away, a tinted pink string of saliva connected you to Wednesday before it snapped as he smiled again, "I can't wait to cover you in red, Mi Alma."

[abbu0414]

Gotcha. (Stu Macher x Reader)

A/N: Yall are so lucky I have been consumed by Matthew Lillard, he just saved my Tumblr account. Also this one's kinda...steamy.

word count: 1048

♪Song to listen to: Oblivion by Grimes♪

Shelves on the floor, books scattered and the TV still running the black and white movie that everyone was watching before they left. The big house had gone quiet and you and Sidney were the only ones left in the house. Stu had gone to the garage and never came back while Sid went upstairs with Billy. Bored and a little scared with the killer on the loose, you tried to find anyone to go home with safely. Safety in numbers you know. 

As you walk around the empty house you find yourself walking towards the garage door. You open the door and see broken beer bottles on the floor and the garage looking a mess. The big door was open and as your eyes wandered you saw a familiar pair of shoes dangling. A blood curdling scream left your lips as you tried to find Sid to get the hell out of that house. As you turn back around to run, you find the door locked and the only way out is the one that your friend Tate was hanging from. With no time to waste, you make a run for the garage door before someone grabs your wrist. You met face to face with Mr. Ghostface himself. Without thinking you rip your hand out of his grip and make a break for the door. Finally getting out of the garage and around the house to the front door you decide to find Sidney and get the fuck out of there. 

Running up the stairs you hear familiar laughter, but can’t quite pinpoint it. You begin to hear hurried footsteps up the stairs after you. Adrenaline filled, you make it up with no problem and begin pounding on the doors for Sidney. 

“SID? SID WE GOTTA GET OUT-” You feel a strong grip around your arm and hiss in pain. You’re dragged into a spare bedroom and thrown onto the queen size bed. As soon as you land on the bed you feel two legs straddling your waist and a singular hand pin both of your wrists above your head. You struggle against the hold of Ghostface, and with his other hand he raises the knife he’s been chasing you with. You open your mouth to scream but the knife hits the ground with a clatter. You look to the side surprised but Ghostface reaches to his face to remove the mask and drops it to the floor. 

“Gotcha Y/N.” Stu smiles and licks his lips. Your face looks in shock as you search his eyes for answers. 

“W-what? Why are you doing this Stu?” Tears form in your eyes as you register that your long time friend and crush was the one behind all the killings. He leans down to kiss your falling tears and laughs at your fear. 

“No, no, no baby…this isn’t how this is supposed to go.” He chuckles and holds your chin to look at him with his free hand. “You know…I’ve always had a thing for you Y/N.” He grins and your face scrunches up in confusion. “You’re like an addiction baby, I just can’t get enough of you.”

���Stu I love you b-but-” More tears fell as you tried to speak, but you were cut off.

“Aha! So you do like me~” You struggle again against his grip. As your breathing gets harder and you begin to freak out a little more, he gets close to your face. Planting light kisses on your neck, you fight the urge to make a noise until a little whimper leaves your lips. “So tense y/n…was it the knife? Did I scare you with the knife baby?” He continues to leave a trail of kisses on your jaw as he pushes your face in the opposite direction that he’s kissing you on. Even if you wanted to show you weren’t interested, your body betrayed you. He notices this reaction from you and grins before he chooses a spot on your neck and begins to lightly suck. You bite your lip with force as you feel him attacking your neck which causes it to draw blood. With every kiss, your body moved on its own, wanting more. He lets go of your hands above your head and waits for you to push him off, but you never do. It felt twisted, whatever this was. You knew that you should be cowering in fear, but the fact was, you were into it. The adrenaline rush, the act of getting caught, the fact that it was Stu… He leaves your neck and begins kisses down the bridge of your nose until he reaches your cupid's bow. Stu hovers there for a second, and right as you’re about to say something, he connects his lips with yours. 

As his hands move down to settle at either side of your hips, your arms snake up his chest and rest over his shoulders with one hand in his short and spiky blonde hair. His thumbs move in circles on your hip bones to try and loosen you up since the adrenaline still hasn't worn off. An idea pops into his head, and he slowly snakes his hands up your torso and eventually up your shirt. He stops his hands right before your boobs and on your upper ribs and gives you a little squeeze. As he squeezes, you gasp in surprise and he takes his chance to deepen the kiss. Feeling short of breath, you lightly push him off to get air. 

Nothing but the sounds of your mixed heavy breathing fill the room. Sirens could be heard approaching the house. “I gotta go babe, but I’ll be back. Don’t miss me too much…” He gives you a quick kiss on the neck and leaves you in the steamy mess he made you into. You lean up on your elbows and watch him leave out the window. Sidney comes and practically kicks down the bedroom door. 

“Hey! The cops are here, are you hurt?? Let’s get out of here, they’re taking Billy away.”

“...Billy?” You ask

“Yes! He was behind all the murders y/n. Let’s go home.” You get up off the bed and before you leave, you look behind you and see the open window.

...

Part 2? Yes? No?

[poisonedprose]

hii i saw that thing about you guys being ashamed about thinking of leon using a knife on you and then you said “i am even more ashamed to admit how many times ive almost written this”

please you literally need to write something like oh my god the way you write stuff is amazing and im sure that if you did write something like that it would be so good and sheet grabbing even if it’s something short 𖦹☆

₊˚✧ slice — in which leon fucks you with his knife after work

leon kennedy x afab!reader

warnings: 1k words, smut, @spideychai i know you dont read much smut but it only felt right to tag you, inspired by this post, pet names (princess, love, good girl, slut), curse words, pwp, kinda ooc, bit of sadism, bit of dacryphilia, bondage, leons a tiny but drunk, (bloody) knife obvi, mentions of killing, sir kink

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Leon had a habit of taking his pent up anger and stress out on you. He would fuck you dumb with his fingers until you were sobbing and begging for his cock to fill you up. He loved the way you bucked your hips with your wrists tied to the bedpost, just aching to feel his hard cock throb against the walls of your dripping cunt. He loved when your mind went all hazy when he shoved his whole length in your cunt without warning, chuckling sadistically at the way you almost came the second you felt his thick cock.

This time was different though. He came home from work angrier than you've ever seen him. He didn't even greet you as he walked past you, just heading straight to the fridge and pulling out an ice cold beer. He practically chugged the bottle, leaving the empty, save for a few drops, bottle on the counter before finally acknowledging you. "Bedroom. Now." He ordered and you'd be an idiot not to comply. 

He grabbed another beer before following you into the bedroom, watching your ass as you walked. You sat on the bed without having to be told, he sipped on his beer as he thought about what he wanted to do to you. The smirk on your face told you, you wouldn’t be getting off easy tonight. He stood in front of you as you sat on the bed. 

He looked down on you, his gaze was almost condescending but, fuck, his lustful eyes were too gorgeous to ignore. His gloved hand caressed your cheek, sliding down your face to hold your chin, his bottle of beer still in his other hand. He takes a sip, his gaze immediately falls back on you after he does. "You know the drill." He instructs in a raspy voice, lust mixed with alcohol was always a sexy combination for him, especially when he didn't change out of his work uniform or remove any of his gear.

You began to undress per his orders. Your clothes fall into a nice pile on the floor. You lay back on the bed, goosebumps forming on your bare skin and your nipples hardening. He gets on the bed as well, putting his beer on the nightstand. He sat on his knees as he hovered above you, one of his knees between your legs, dangerously close to your cunt. He brushes some of your hair out of your face as he lightly drags his fingers over your clit.

His fingers were slow as they caress your puffy clit. Quiet moans left your sultry lips. You waited for the moment he plunged his thick digits into your glistening hole but he never did. There was a devilish smirk on Leon's face, he was plotting something. He pulls his fingers away from your clit, dragging them up your body, leaving a trail of your slick up your body. His fingers land at your mouth, silently, he instructs you to suck. His knee replaces his fingers, pushing up into you to keep you wet for him.

You swirl your tongue around his fingers wishing it was his cock. He smiles at your obedience, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and giving you a praiseful kiss on your cheek. He was eerily quiet but the mystery was what excited you the most. He reaches to his chest, grabbing his knife out of its holster. The blade of the knife was covered in blood. Something about seeing Leon holding his knife that was probably used to kill countless enemies, even still being covered in blood, excited you and terrified you at the same time.

He wipes the blade on his dark blue shirt, the staining not very noticeable. "Open your legs, princess." His voice was softer than it was before, basically telling you there was still time to back out. You opened your legs wider with no hesitation, enjoying the switch up of the normal routine. He leans over and spits on your cunt, rubbing the liquid all over your pussy for more lubrication. 

You gasp when you feel the cold handle of his knife run between your folds. You grip the sheets between your fingers as he teases your entrance. Your hips buck and he's quick to hold your hips down with his other hand. "Leon..." You whine breathlessly to which his smirk widens. "Yes, my love? Is something wrong?" He asks cockily as he continues to tease you.

You whine again, knowing he was deliberately fucking with you but the new, foreign feeling felt too good to risk, so you just stayed quiet. "Yeah, gonna be quiet like a good girl?" He leans over and whispers in your ear, followed by kissing your neck. You nod, keeping quiet beside your moans as he finally stops teasing you and slides the handle of the knife into your soaked cunt. 

He leans back and watches your face contort in pleasure and your back arch as you shove your head into the pillow beneath you. "Oh, fuck," He chuckles lowly, his laugh full of breath. "Look at you." He praises, watching with an amused smile. "This feel good, slut? Hm?" You nod incoherently as you push yourself deeper into his knife. "Yeah, bet it does." His free hand rubs over your abdomen before his thumb starts rubbing fast circles on your clit. 

"Bet my cock would feel even better? Wouldn't it, love?" He smirks and for a split second, you actually believe he might not tease you all night as you approach your orgasm. "Yes, yes, yes!" You moan like a pornstar, embarrassingly close to your release. "That's too bad." He chuckles quietly as he stops all pleasure, removing his thumb from your clit and pulling the knife away from you. 

You whine, disappointed that he was denying your orgasm. "Be a good girl and I'll go easy on you." He promises in a sinful tone as he drags the blade of the knife across your boobs. "Got it?" He asks, still fiddling with the knife that’s being dragged all over your body. "G-Got it, sir."

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[lis-likes-fics]

Yoga Partners

Pairings: Marc Spector x Reader, mentions of Steven Grant x Reader & Jake Lockley x Reader Word Count: 2.6k Kink: Floor Sex Warnings: NSFW, fingering, p in v, multiple orgasms, swearing (a lot of 'fuck's), creampie... A/N: I kinda wrote this really quickly but I had fun with it cuz it's actually like....really vanilla and really sweet? Idk, enjoy!

Marc leans against the door frame, strong arms folded over his chest as he stares appreciatively. He watches you stretch, knees tucked under you as you reach up above your head on a yoga mat. He watches your muscles tense and relax as you take in those slow, deep breaths that make your chest and back rise and fall smoothly.

After a while, you change, pulling your legs from under you. You rise up on your hands and feet, to the tips of your toes in a downward dog.

Marc sighs with a smile, shaking his head gently as he blows a second breath out. "Woof," he mumbles.

You chuckle, "Are you just going to stand there and stare like a pervert, or are you going to join me?"

He shrugs a shoulder, shucking his jacket from his arms and tossing it onto the bed behind you. "Don't mind if I do."

When he comes up behind you, he sets his hand on the ample round of your butt and smooths his palm there. You roll your eyes but continue holding as you focus your breathing in a steady in and out.

He smacks it lightly. "Marc," you scold playfully with a little chuckle. "Either join me or I'll ask Steven to do it."

He grumbles under his breath and kneels down to the floor.

"Lay on your stomach," you say as you do the same. He follows your instructions and copies you. "Hands by your side, lift your upper body slowly."

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him starting a pushup. You roll your eyes and laugh, moving out of your position to fix him. "No! This is yoga, we are not exercising."

"Well, you basically said do a pushup, so I did a pushup," he shrugs. You push him back down gently and fix his stance to do it properly. As you place your hand on his chest and ease him up slowly, he struggles a little. "You know, I'm not that flexible."

"Funny," you giggle, "Steven is."

"Jake isn't."

"Well, Jake also lives in a perpetual hunch so…" He laughs. "Maybe I should get Steven. He's my yoga partner anyway."

Marc shoots you a mock dirty. "Steven's asleep."

"Aw," you sigh, smoothing your hand along his back as you have him hold the position. "I guess I'll have to settle for the…second best."

He scoffs and turns his head to look at you. "Second best?" You don't look him in the eyes as you shrug. "I'll show you second best."

In the next second, you yelp as he practically tackles you to the floor, pinning you under his body as he takes hold of your wrists in a gentle grip. You laugh heartily as he leans over you, he watches with a fond smile.

"I can still pin your ass."

You lean forward and kiss the tip of his nose. "You're right, my big, strong man."

He shakes his head and bends down to kiss you. He captures your lips, and you smile against them.

"Don't patronize me," he teases.

You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him back down, curling your fingers into his hair and pulling gently. His lips strayed from yours, finding your neck and your collarbone and column of your throat. He kisses you gently, dedicatedly, listening to your light sighs.

"I love you, baby," he whispers into your skin. You smile wide, looking at him through hooded eyes as you hold him closer.

You guide your fingers through his hair, watching his eyes flutter at the feeling as you pet him slowly. "I love you, too."

He kisses you again, a little fraction of his weight dropping down some more on your body. You take it in stride, spreading your legs apart to give him a place to lay. He settles there as you continue to embrace, too loving and too gentle and too happy to just lay there and kiss.

A tiny gasp escapes you when he grinds his hips. It's a small motion, hardly noticeable, like an involuntary jerk. But it fuels Marc's sudden eagerness as he does it again, a little more voluntary this time. A stifled moan rises from your throat and he's hooked.

He takes hold of your hips, steadying you as he moves with a new goal. You can feel that goal growing between his legs and pressing into your thigh, and you sigh at the mere idea.

You feel his hand dip under the waistband of your leggings, hooking his fingers around it and pulling it down to reveal your panties. "Are you gonna be wet for me?" he asks, kissing the corner of your mouth.

You hum, "Maybe."

His hand dips into your underwear and brushes your clit on the way to your pussy, his finger slipping between your folds thoughtfully. He just hums before delving his thick finger inside of you. You moan gently at the feeling, and he appreciated your warmth as you fluttered around him sensitively.

One of your hands left his hair to grip his arm, especially when he added a second finger and began massaging them inside you, slow and measured in a skilled manner. Your back arched into him on a curl of his fingers. "Ahh, Marc," you mutter.

"S'that feel good, baby?" he hums beside your ear, his teeth grazing your earlobe. You nod meekly. "You want more?"

You nod again, breathing a heavy breath, "Please?"

His hand speeds up, the rhythm of his thrusts moving to bring you to the edge of ecstasy. You moaned, the sound almost whiney as you gripped his arm and tugged at his dark hair.

You feel his thumb brush your clit and you gasp, clenching around his fingers and whispering his name again. You wrap your legs around his waist and keen into his touch as he keeps touching you. You shudder when you cum, the feathery pleasure rattling through your body.

"Mm-Marc," you moan.

"Yeah, you like that?" he mutters, watching you cum with pleasure of his own, his eyes blown wide with lust and hunger. "You look so pretty when you cum, baby."

You smile at his sweetness, moaning into his mouth as you bring him down for a kiss. He goes in for two.

Marc lightly smacks the side of your ass, and you turn over onto your stomach with his hand on your waist. He folds his body to yours, kissing the back of your neck and leaning forward to put you on your knees.

He reaches for your hands, intertwines them with his on top to swallow yours whole. He keeps kissing you, any skin exposed to him is free game as he removes his shorts and underwear with one hand.

"Take off your shirt," you tell him, a gentle command as you glance over your shoulder.

He laughs lightly. "You want me naked, babygirl?"

"Well, duh."

"Okay, well, I'm taking this off, too," he says, snapping your sports bra against your side.

And he does. He gets rid of his shirt first, stretches of soft and smooth and scarred skin revealed in the light of the room as he strips you of your bra. His hands smooth over your back, feeling every inch of your skin as he rounded to the front to knead your breasts.

You feel him pressing against your thigh and clench around nothing at the thought. You reach behind you, your fingers brushing his tip as you take him into your hand and pump him in your palm. Marc hums lightly, wrapping a large hand around your smaller one and encouraging it up and down the length of his cock.

After a moment, he removes your hand, guiding you back into your former pose so your hands support you. He pumps his cock a couple more times, and you hold your breath when you feel him poke at your wet pussy. Slowly, he pushes inside and you feel your breath stop short in your lungs as he enters you inch by inch.

When he’s fully seated, you let out a deep sigh. You mutter his name and he grunts in your ear when your pussy flutters around him. He kisses the back of your shoulder, one hand wrapped around your chest and groping your breast as the other holds him up. Slowly, he rocks the both of your back and forth, a gentle sway that begins a steady rhythm in and out of you. Your breath hitches as your eyes fall shut at the feeling.

The drag of his cock is agonizingly slow as he eases in and out of you. After a while, you grow impatient as you moan. “Marc…” He hums deeply, the sound reverberating in his chest before a hiss as you clench around his cock. “More.”

“More?” he asks, holding you tighter. “You want more?”

“Yes, please,” you reply.

“Okay. You can have more.” He nods, unwrapping his arm from your chest in favor of guiding you forward until your hands reach above your head, palms to the floor and ass in the air. Marc straightens up, his hands roaming your back a moment before he grips your hips firmly and begins to set a different pace.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he praises, eyes closed as his hips thrusts into you. You duck your head between your arms, resting it against the mat underneath you as you feel the way he rocks into you. His pace is steady, a measured in and out movement that you can feel slowly building with Marc’s desperation as you continue to squeeze around him. “Fuck, I’m tryna be gentle here, baby.”

You grip the edge of the mat between your fingers, your breath heavier in your lungs than it was before as you shake your head. “Don’t,” you tell him with a cocky grin. “We already stretched.”

Marc is going to lose his mind. He grips your waist in his large hands as he begins to fuck you, pushing you forward onto the floor while he keeps your ass high in the air to fuck your pussy how he likes. He’s rough and fast as he has you gasping for air as you cry out for him. His hips snap into you with a ferocity he displays in stressful life as well. He’ll likely make it up to you later, a slow fuck in bed before he went to sleep and let Steven take over. Steven, who would likely also give you a nice slow fuck after just because you look so beautiful. Unless he goes absolutely ballistic and decides to fuck you into the bed, too.

Marc grips your ass and your hips and any skin he can find, grabby like a man who’s never touched a woman before and is just amazed by the way they feel. He grunts and groans, dark and deep sounds that fill the room with your high-pitched whines as he continues to pound into you.

“M-Marc!” you gasp. “Fuck, feels good.”

He’s just as out of breath as you feel when he responds. “Yeah? You like that? You like when I fuck you into the floor like this?”

You nod, holding the mat tighter and fluttering around him helplessly. “Yess, ‘s fuckin’ ama-zing.”

He chuckles at the way your words slur together, punctuated by harsh thrusts that make you stutter. He leans his head back, his lips parting as a few loud breaths leave his chest. “Fuck, you feel so fucking perfect, baby. Perfect for me.”

You preen under his praise, shuddering when his hands caressing your naked body. But you whine and whimper when he pulls out of you. Marc sighs as he smacks your side lightly, flipping you back onto your back as he immediately bends down and starts kissing you, his mouth all over your body to taste your skin. He encourages your legs over his shoulders, effectively folding you in half and making you moan loudly when he thrusts into you again. His hips snap into you quickly and you feel like you’ll bust if he keeps going.

You reach up and grab his face, pulling his forehead against yours and ignoring the ache in your thighs when you do so. The sounds of your heavy breathing and his hips slapping against your wet pussy fill the room, and it’s absolutely filthy as you continue to moan for him.

When his thumb finds your throbbing clit once more, your eyes flutter as you whine almost pathetically. “Ahh, fuck,” you curse, pulling his closer. “Fuck, you’re gonna…make me cum.”

He nods, rubbing your clit harder and loving the way your arousal has coated your inner thighs and his, making you absolutely wet and soaked and giving him a much easier advantage with your clit. “Cum for me, baby. Then I’ll cum for you.”

He isn’t rough with your clit, he’s hardly ever rough with your clit. Marc is always insistent whenever it comes to it, he rubs fast circles that build you up so quickly and it makes your head swarm. That’s what he does now, building you up and up and up until you come crashing down with a loud cry of pleasure, which blinds you and has you calling Marc’s name like a forgotten deity.

“Marc! Fuck, I’m cumming,” you whimper loudly. You clench down around him, fluttering uncontrollably as you suck him in.

He keeps fucking you, fast and rough and deep and a little louder as you orgasm pushes him closer to his own edge. He doesn’t stop rubbing your clit, even after you’ve come down. You squirm as the aftershocks of pleasure sting, but he’s so attune to your body that it doesn’t take long for it to ease and return to that blossoming pleasure in your belly.

Marc’s free hand smooths up the underside of your leg and you whimper a little when he moves it even further, spreading you wider to get a deeper angle inside of you. He curses under his breath, catching your lips quickly. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You squeeze harder. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

His cock twitches inside of you, and you bring him into another kiss. He cums inside of you, gripping your thigh tight and trying to keep his rhythm on your clit as he grunts loudly. “Fuck!” he nearly shouts. “Fuck, babygirl. You’re fucking perfect.”

He flicks his wrists as you join him in another orgasm, moaning weakly as you gush around him. He keeps fucking into you as you both cum, though his thrusts are choppy and short. He grinds his cock deep inside of you, and you both catch your breaths as the last waves of pleasure rock through you.

You sigh longingly, whining when he pulls out of you and whining again when he lets your legs down and you feel the way they ache from being up for so long. You kiss Marc again, and he opens his eyes to look at you. “I love you,” you assure him.

Marc smiles, a slow one that slowly consumes his face with a too-fond expression. He kisses your lips and the corner of your mouth and then your forehead and you feel warm inside at the affection. “I love you, too, baby,” he says. “Love you so much.”

“Good,” you sigh. “Now it’s time to shower. I’m fucking soaked.”

He laughs heartily, sitting up and holding out a hand to ease you up as well. “No kidding.” He glances at the both of you, cum covering your thighs and his and leaving you with a big mess to clean. “We’ll have to do this floor thing again, though.”

You pat his chest, already walking away as you smile fondly, letting him trail after you like a puppy. “Mhm.”

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Money make her smile-Nathan Drake

A/n: I don't know where that came from, but i love it

Warnings: Kinda smut

Summary: Y/n and Nathan likes to play with money in bed

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Bags of money fell to the floor, while shoes made the same heavy noises against the hardwood floor. 

- "Come up," Nathan asked, feeling the weight of his girlfriend's body fall into his strong arms that pressed her against the wall of his apartment.

 The lust was palpable with his hands, as was the sensation of the money bills spilling against the mattress in Nathan Drake's apartment. The light was off, but had been turned on by a spoken command from the older man, who was using consensual force on his girlfriend Y/n.

The brunette, after getting his wish for the discovery he had been looking for, had his life turned upside down. However, few people knew about his achievement, as it was too great to be shared with the media, which could also bring him danger. His life was still the same as ever, but now he was a millionaire.

- "What's all this?" the woman asked, feeling the warm air of the brunette's breath against her neck.

- "Money," he says, eliciting a short laugh from the woman wrapped in a black fabric as a short dress.

- "As far as I know, money should stay in the bank." The woman comments, being carried to the mattress with several banknotes scattered against the sheet. 

Her back fell slightly against the soft mattress, lowering her dress, which was almost turning into a mini-skirt. When her boyfriend stopped her, one of his hands touched her wrist, placing it above her head and holding it tightly. 

-"Do you remember how you once told me that you wished you had so much money to use even in bed so that you could cover yourself up?" the man in the white blouse asks, positioning his body between her legs, who responds with a silent nod.

The girl looks away, takes a 100-dollar bill in one of her hands, and drops it again. Her mouth is glossed with a smug smile. Her other free hand was held tightly above her head, along with her other hand, which was also still. His chest was heaving with desire, and his lap already seemed to miss human contact. 

- "And what's your idea, Nate?" the woman asked, moving her hips in an attempt to make even the slightest contact with his lap.

- "Do you trust me?" the brunette asked, moving his body closer to hers, the tip of his nose touching hers.

- With my whole body." Y/n said, without even imagining what he was trying to do with it. 

Slowly, her wrists loosened and were released after turning red. The figure of her boyfriend slid down from above her, as if he wanted to show her how much authority he had. The man picked up the tie that was lying on the bedroom floor, crouching down to pick it up and breathing to himself as he looked at the fabric in his hands.

- "Close your eyes, love." The man asks, getting up and walking over to the woman, who sits on the bed with her legs stretched out, her chest thrust forward and her torso firm as her hands clench on the mattress.

The woman closes her eyes, feeling the fabric meet her eyes. The woman groans in response, grunting as she realizes that her vision is no longer clear because of the tie. Nate put a little force into her body, allowing her to fall backwards and laugh softly. Slowly, the strap of her dress was pushed aside, and she felt only the warm, wet kisses of her boyfriend, which descended with fervor to her covered breasts. It seemed as if he was trying his best to seduce you, and tease you in every way until you lost control of what you still seemed to have. 

The girl's dress was thrown away, and now her body was partially exposed. Her breasts, drafted by the cold, seemed to be begging to be sucked. The brunette smiled to himself, convinced that she was enjoying everything he had prepared, and then his warm tongue was felt between the nipples of her breasts. Each time he felt her tremble, his penis stiffened, even causing a certain discomfort as he sucked her. The woman put her fingers between the older man's cold brown ones, moaning softly as she felt him suck her harder, while the man's saliva fell like a tear against her warm body.

-Nate...- The woman moaned, closing her legs on top of each other, trying to ease the pleasure she was feeling and couldn't stop at the moment. 

Nathan quickly removes his mouth from his girlfriend's, tidying up the arch between her legs that had formed. Without Y/n noticing, he takes out a 50-dollar bill, sliding it between the girl's breasts and shivering at the feel of the cold linen. Money might seem like power to some, and status to others.

For Nathan Drake, money was nothing more than a way to fulfill his dreams and those of his girlfriend. For her, there was no such thing as "no" when it came to spending money at the mall, or even other random desires she might have.

-"Is this good?" Nate slid the green banknote across her exposed belly, tracing the line of her waist until he could find her legs. 

-"Uh-huh." The girl tilts her head to the side, exposing the neck that would be marked with pink and purple colors later.

The black panties she was wearing were only a few steps away from being removed, but they were also part of the fun that Nathan was proposing for Y/n. The explorer took off his shirt, leaving a silent pause for a minute, and again the cold, thin money passed through his body, making her shiver. Its underside is carefully removed, as if it were about to tear. Once again, the paper is slid between her legs, up her thighs.

-"I thought only feathers caused this sensation," she says, trying to close her legs, which don't open quickly due to her boyfriend controlling her movements.

-"Everything can be used, love." The brunette says, watching his girlfriend's hair stand up as soon as she feels him on the underside of her exposed thighs.

-"I want you to fuck me, right here, right now," Y/n said as if it were a request Nathan would never refuse.

-Really? Won't you let me play with you a little longer?" the man mouthed, receiving no answer. "You win, baby." the brunette said, climbing back onto her body and taking off the tie that had been used to blindfold her. "I'm all yours"

[sugarcoatedsoul]

Take Me Home Tonight

Tags: Reiner Braun x Reader, modern AU, smut, female reader, P in V smex, f!ngering, pu$$y eating, little bit of fluff just a lil, MDNI!

A/N: hey yall this is my first smut ever and @spaceoo wrote a bit too :p it’s cheesy and a bit silly, we kinda started it as a joke and I took it way too seriously, anyways hope you enjoy.

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“Take me home tonight.” you sing to the fun and exciting song playing through the car speakers. The windows are down and the warm summer air blows your hair in a way that is freeing. A big smile is plastered on your face. You look over and see him with the same goofy grin singing along. His blonde hair ruffles in the breeze as he taps his fingers on the steering wheel.

The night has been nothing short of magical. He picked you up for a picnic on the beach, and he wasn’t a second late. You two ate on the red and white checkered blanket as seagulls flew above pestering and waiting for a crumb. You guys laughed and joked as the sun set behind the sea.

“Take me home tonight!” He finishes the song and you’re brought back from the memory. He turns to you after putting the car in park. His blue eyes pierce into your hazels. A smile creeps onto his face, his eyes dart to his apartment building and back to you. You smile already knowing what he’s thinking. You raise your eyebrows suggestively and that’s all it took. He feverishly opens his car door and darts to your side, opening yours. You giggle at his excitement and squeal as his arms scoop you up into a fireman's hold. The side of your head on his chest and you hear his heart beating rapidly, yours match his. Heat creeps onto your cheeks and you feel the butterflies as you think about what will happen.

He kicks the car door shut with his foot and strides to the front doors. Embarrassment starts to set in as he carries you through the lobby of his apartment building. He gets to the elevator and sets you carefully down to your feet. You can’t keep your eyes off of him. His strong arm reaches over and he clicks the up button. His foot is tapping the ground impatiently. Ding. The doors open and he grabs your wrist pulling you in. He presses his floor number and as soon as the door close, youre pinned against the wall, his hot body pressed tightly against yours. His forehead pressed against yours as he stared at you desperately and breathing heavily. You want him to close the empty space between your lips.

As if reading your mind, his warm lips attack yours and all blood rushes to your groin. You let out a whimper as you kiss back, wrapping your arms under his and up his back, gripping onto his hair. He growls in response and presses his hips into yours.

Ding

The elevator doors open. He pulls his lips from yours but not his body.

“Reiner?”

You look around him to see Annie and Armin staring dumbfounded. You push Reiner away. He turns to face the blondes.

“Oh hey guys.” He says with an awkward chuckle as he scratches the back of his head. Your face is glowing red in embarrassment, you want out of this interaction.

“Well we are leaving so the place is all yours.” Annie says with a small smirk of amusement. Armin’s cheeks are tinged red as well as he shuffles awkwardly.

“Thanks.” That’s all Reiner says as he grabs your wrist and drags you out of the elevator.

“See you guys later!” You squeak to your friends and try to keep up with Reiners pace. You guys arrive at his apartment door and he scrambles for his keys to unlock the door. As you step through, the air becomes thick. You hear Reiner close it behind you, and you keep taking slow steps to the bedroom. Once you’ve met the doorway, you turn and look at him. He meets your eyes and slides his hands onto your hips as he steps close to you. He leans down and kisses your cheek, then your jaw. You grab his bicep as your body tenses in excitement and then melts when his mouth moves lower and meets your neck. You moan as his teeth press lightly into your skin and he digs his thumbs into your sides.

Your nails cut into his arms and your head falls back as he sucks on the soft skin on your neck. You let out a shaky breath and this seems to trigger him to move you to the bed. He never stops his kissing and biting as you feel the bed hit the back of your knees. He pulls away, his lips wet and his eyes full of lust. You stare back at him with a pathetic look of need, of want. Your eyebrows curl up with question, wondering what his next move will be. He quickly answers you by pushing you down to sit on the bed. He falls to his knees quickly and fumbles with your pant buttons. You help him get them off and he smiles at your black lace panties. He kisses the inside of your leg, starting at your knee and slowly making his way up. He focuses on the skin inches away from your pussy. He sucks and nips at the sensitive skin and you start to squirm. You feel his breath on your wet skin as he chuckles at your reaction. His hands, once placed on the back of your knees, now reach and play with the side of your panties. Toying with the hem as he teases, his fingers darting and tracing over your clothed clit. Your stomach tightens at the sudden feeling and your hips raise a bit. He moves his hands to the top of your panties, resting them on your hips. He pulls his lips away from your skin and takes in the sight in front of him.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this” his words cause a rush to go through you, you feel your panties get wetter. He finally hooks his fingers onto the hem of the lace and pulls them down. He throws them behind him carelessly, never taking his eyes off of yours as he dips his head to your heat. His tongue makes you jump as the contact to your clit was sudden but you quickly melt into the feeling. His warm tongue starts to lap at your sensitive clit creating a circle motion. Your head falls back and you let out a moan of satisfaction as he licks up your arousal. You lean your body back so the only thing supporting you are your elbows and he pulls your legs up over his shoulders. His tongue pokes at your hole threatening to let himself in, but he doesn’t. He pulls away and you groan in annoyance but he quickly replaces his tongue with a long finger. He slides it up and down your slit before inserting it in quickly curling it up. He moans at the feeling of your pussy gripping at his digit. He slowly pushes it in and out and you relish in the feeling. He adds another finger and you move to lay all the way down and grip onto the sheets. He curls his fingers up searching for your sweet spot.

You let out whimpers of relief feeling his long fingers poke and prod at your G-spot

“Oh god baby that feels so good.” You praise him as your legs tremble on his shoulders. He smiles and brings his lips to your heat, the dual stimulation of his fingers and tongue make you gasp out.

“Y-yeah please just like that. P-please keep going.” Reiner loves when you tell him how good he’s making you feel, but really, he doesn’t need you to, he can always tell by the way your pussy clenches and leaks around him. He smiles against your soaked cunt, looking up at your trembling and flushed state. Your fingers gripped onto the sheets and your chest rises and falls quickly.

You can feel your orgasm building in your tummy, the feeling knotting and rolling as you let out a moan.

“I’m gonna cum baby I’m gonna cum.” You pant out a warning. All he does is moan against you and the vibration sets you off.

“Oh my god baby I’m cumming.” You yelp out as you squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure. Your hands instinctively go to his hair gripping onto it making him moan, his motion never stopping. He keeps going, trying to prolong your release and you clamp your legs around his head as it becomes too much.

He slows down his fingers and slowly pulls them out but continues making out with your pussy as you moan and groan over the insatiable feeling.

He pulls away and quickly comes up to connect your lips in a sloppy kiss. You can taste yourself on him and it makes you heat up all over again.

You wrap your legs around his waist and pull his hips to clash against your pelvis. You can feel his hard cock rub against your bare clit through his pants.

“It’s time to take these off.” You mutter out pawing at the waist of his pants. He nods feverishly and stands back up quickly pulling off his shirt and pants. You pull off your shirt to show off the cute bra and a big grin gleams across his face.

“It’s time to take that off.” He says with a cheesy grin. You sit up to allow his hands to unclasp your bra letting your tits out. You shiver as the cool air from the AC hits your nipples and they harden. Reiners eyes are basically filled with hearts as his pupils dilate and he goes in taking your nipple into his mouth. He sucks and rolls his tongue over the sensitive bud, pushing you back to lay down with him on top of you. You hum as you listen to the sucking sounds of him licking and playing with your nipple, he moves to the other side to not let her feel left out.

You tangle your hand in his hair and the other lays on his shoulder as you shiver from the feeling. He plays with your other boob, rolling and lightly pinching your nipple between his fingers. You can feel your arousal leak out and smear on Reiners abs. He trails kisses up your chest to your neck, sucking on the skin right under your ear. This pulls a sound from you, you didn’t even know was possible.

“Are you ready for me?” He seductively whispers in your ear. You nod excitedly, pulling his face to yours with a kiss. He reaches down, sliding off his gray boxers and kicking them off his feet, never pulling away from the kiss.

You wrap your legs back around his waist as he blindly lines his dick up with your entrance. He teases it, lightly pushing so only the tip is felt. You aren’t having it. You pull your legs tighter around his waist pulling him in more and you both moan as he bottoms out. Reiner is strong, he could have stopped you from pulling him in but who are either of you kidding, he wanted it just as bad.

He’s still for a moment, letting you both catch your breath and adjust. He pulls his hips back slowly and pushes back with a groan.

“Feels so good baby, been wanting this all night.” He mutters out into your ear. Your jaw is slack, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed as you relish in the painfully pleasurable stretch. He’s watching your reactions, moaning over how he’s got you cock drunk already.

He picks up his pace, loving how your eyebrows knit up and your lips take the shape of an O. Your hands grab onto his bulky shoulders trying to get a grip on reality. You hazily open your eyes to look at him, your eyes dance down to watch his cock slide in and out of you, the visual has your pussy fluttering. He groans over the feeling and grabs your legs to pull them up onto his shoulders, never stopping his rhythm.

You gasp at the new position and how deep his cock is in you. Your ass rises off the bed a little as he leans forward trying to get impossibly close. Your body scrunches up but you couldn’t care less. The feeling of his cock head hitting deep inside you has your mind off in pleasure land.

“O-oh my god Reiner, you’re so deep mmmh feels so good.” You babble out praises wanting him to keep going.

“You’re taking it so well baby, you take my cock so good.” He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck creating and leaving more marks that you’ll have to find a way to cover in the morning. You let out pathetic moans as he mercilessly slams in and out of you. His pelvis hits yours hard leaving a slight ache but it’s only adding to the pleasure.

“I love your cock, it feels so good.” You say in a whine, he stops sucking on your neck now just huffing and moaning in your ear. You copy his moans. The room filled with pornographic sounds and wet slapping.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and claw at his shoulder blades that will definitely leave marks. He growls at the stinging sensation and continues his rough assault on your pussy.

You can feel your next orgasm building up, your cunt tightens around his cock earning a groan from him. He can’t take much more, especially with the way your pussy is gripping him.

“I- I’m gonna cum again.” You whine into his ear. “Go ahead baby, cum on my cock, want you to cum before I do.” He reaches his hand in between you two so his fingers can draw lazy circles on your clit. It wasn’t a lot but it sent you over the edge. Your legs tighten and shake on his shoulders and he lets out a low moan as your pussy clinches and flutters around his cock. Your moaning is filthy and dirty. You babble out thank yous as you come down from your high.

He keeps thrusting, following quickly behind with his own orgasm. “Please baby, please cum in me. I want it so bad.” You whisper into his ear, egging him on. That was all he needed to find his high. His thrusts got uneven until he stilled, shooting his cum deep in your pussy. You felt his cock twitch inside you causing you to let out a hum of approval. He rests his forehead on your chest, heavy breathes coming from the both of you.

He kisses your sternum and slowly pulls out of you, carefully pulling your legs off of him. You groan at the empty feeling and stiffness in your hips from the prolonged position. He gets up for a moment, leaving you limp on the bed as he grabs his shirt to wipe himself and then you.

The shirt gets discarded as he lays down next to you. You instinctively curl up into him. His arm wraps around you welcoming you into a warm embrace. You both let out a sigh. You look up at him from his chest. His eyes are closed and his lips play a small satisfied smile. He peeks an eye open to look at you and smiles, opening them fully and leaning down to capture your lips in an intimate kiss.

Not much was said. Both of you are exhausted from the day and activities, but nothing needed to be said as you both drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

[but-make-it-bi]

Killer and the Sweetheart

Part Two

TW: Knives, killing, blood, dubcon, kinda cnc, some other shit probably

Summary: Serial Killer! Eddie x Virgin! Reader 18+Serial Killer Eddie murders some bullies and Reader is there. I had a dream like this end it would not let me be so here ya go. is very sloppy

The screaming really wasn't necessary.

The lights had been flickering all night. It was just a matter a time for them to crap out entirely. A few thuds join the shrieks as the other girls apparently run directly into each other.

" Ow!-Shut up.- What's happening?!!- Seriously shut up you're yellling like right in my ear!"

This could be it. You could finally escape, slip out the back door and just drive. I mean you wouldn't even be here if Anna didn't need a ride. But judging by chorus groans and breaking glass they might not last the night.

" Anna. Anna! I'm gonna go find the breaker."

"But it's dark!"

"Yeah well we can't just sit here. I'll be back."

You stub your toe about a 1,000 times on the way to the basement. Hand against the wall find your way. The box is cool and sticky. Sticky?

Another scream from upstairs. Different. Scared.

You flip the switch stumbling back to the door. Blood smeared hands struggle against the door. The screams are louder now. You can even make out some words. Strange nonsensical apologies. Promises to stop.

Why the fuck are they apologizing? They're the ones being... murdered. Jesus Christ you're listening to people being murdered. You retreat to the breaker box and wait.

It takes forever for the screams to stop. The silence that remains makes your ears ring. You almost miss the door open. You manage to flip the switch just as it opens.

"Oh, we playing hide-n-seek sweetheart?", a man's voice teases from the stairs.

Your heart is threatening to give you away. It screams louder at every thundering step. You've never felt like this. Terror setting every nerve ending on fire. You fight back a scream. Practically drawing blood as you bite down on your tongue.

There's a scraping sound against the wall. Slow. Teasing.

"You don't have to be scared of me you know."

The sound is practically forced out of you. A choked out whine of derision and disbelief. The footsteps stop.

“It’s true. I only play with people I know. People who deserve it.”

Your body betrays you again. An unwanted throb at the harshness in his voice. Jesus, you’re pathetic the most attention you’ve gotten from a man is being murdered. 

“Aw don’t get shy on me now. Where’s those pretty noises?”

You bite down too hard at that, gasping in pain. He’s too close now his steps within arms reach.

“ There she is”

The light clicks on above you. 

He’s looking down at you. Big, wide eyes boring into you. Dark and searching like he’s looking straight into your soul. An angel of death. Soaked in blood and wreathed in light.

You come back to your senses too slow, fumbling with the heavy wrench you’d grabbed. His hands snatch your wrist. Heaving rings biting into your flesh. He moves fast shoving you to the floor roughly. Your head hits the cement with a crack, tears springing to your eyes. 

“Don’t-”

You cut him off. Teeth connecting with whatever part of him you can reach. Pulling and tearing like an animal in panic. You bring your free arm to the hand holding the knife. Shoving it as far from you as possible. You stay like this struggling blindly in a mess of limbs. Clothes tear. Skin bleeds. And soon he’s shaking against you. Laughing.

Then it’s over. He shifts so his full weight is straddling you as he shoves his knife beneath your chin. His other hand pins both your arms above you. You buck underneath him furiously. Desperate. 

“ Hey, hey easy there Killer”, his knife skates just shy of your cheek. “ I told you I don’t wanna hurt you. But you keep squirming around like that I could… slip.”  The knife is at your chest now right above your heart. “Now I’m gonna let your arms go but you can’t scratch me. Got it?”

“ Why don’t you want to hurt me?”

His smile changes then not the teasing smirk from the moment before. Something soft and surprised. “ I told you I only kill people who deserve it. You don’t deserve it. Do you?”

You shake your head. Mouth going dry from something that’s not quite fear.  “Good”, he starts wiping some tears away. You gasp again surprised at the gentleness. “ You really do make such pretty noises.” You snap your legs shut at that trying to tamp down the heat inbetween there.

“Trying to buck me off again Killer? And here I thought we were getting close”, he growls bringing the knife back to your throat.

“No. No not I-” 

“You what? “, the knife draws a tiny bead of blood.

“You know I think I’d rather die”

The laugh is sweet enough to make your heart ache. 

“ Strange time to make a joke. Did I break your little brain there Killer?”, he says rapping your forehead.

“ Don’t think you’re in the position to call someone else strange Sweetheart “

That laugh again. It has no right sounding that cute.

“ I think I can do whatever I want in this position”, the last words are whispered straight in your ear.

“So what do you want?”

His lips taste like blood. But they’re soft, and so easy to lean into. His hand tightens on your wrists rings cold and harsh. Panic and arousal fill your stomach in equal measure. Knowing there’s nothing you can do if you want this to stop. He pulls away and you chase after him missing the contact. He laughs again bringing the knife to the hem of your shirt. Splitting it in two. You shove against him then panic winning out. 

“Don’t like it?”, You could swear there’s a flash of concern as he says it.

“ I've n-never”  

“ Is that what your little wiggles are? And here I thought you were trying to get away.” Fingers skate down your stomach making you shiver. “ But you wanna get closer”

You go for the same spot you bit earlier. Earning a yelp of pain and surprise. 

“How’s that for close”

“Not good enough”, the knife is cool between your thighs as he reaches beneath your skirt. You still at once terrified he’ll cut you here of all places. But he’s careful as ever freeing you from your panties with intense precision. 

“Fuck me, have you been this wet the whole time?” you clamp your legs down on his hand embarrassed. Not wanting him to go further. “Uh uh, Killer can’t go back on me now. Your whine is pitiful. You know you can’t deny him. 

“Please, please just be gentle with me.”

 “No.”

[heeseungsnewwhore]

“Praise”

Kinktober Day 3

❥ oneshot

Pairing: Sunghoon x Sunoo

Rating: 18+, mdni

Genre: Kinktober

Warning Tags: vamp!enha, vamp!SunSun, BxB, M×M, so it's gay, Sunoo is a menace, Sunghoon is a simp, mild dirty talk, oral, oral masturbation¿, mutual Masturbation maybe, unestablished relationship, feelings are mutual, they do stuff like this more often than not, it gets kinda dirty, if you don’t like graphic MxM please do not read, enjoy 🩸

A/N: MASS KINKTOBER UPDATE COMING TONIGHT AND TOMORROW. STAY TUNED

“Hiii…”

Sunghoon looks up from the book in his lap, peeking above his glasses to see a sleepy Sunoo trudging down the stairs. Smiling at the scene of the groggy man.

“About time.” He teases the other and Sunoo throws him a nasty look before coming and plopping down on the couch across from him.

“Where’s everyone else?” He looks around with a yawn.

“They went out to get things for the party. I figured the whole 5 of them didn’t need me.” Sunghoon adds before glancing back up at the other.

“I would’ve liked to go.” The younger vampire pouts, now rubbing his eyes.

“Well they tried to wake you, and you bit one of them so.” Sunghoon chuckles before Sunoo is clasping his hands over his own cheeks.

“Oh no! Who did I bite!?”

As Sunoo asks, Sunghoon raises a hand, never looking up from his book, revealing the bite mark between his thumb and his index. Sunoo gave another little gasp, now leaving the couch and getting down on his knees where the other was sitting. Pouting as he looked at the man’s hand to inspect it.

“Maybe I was hungry?” Sunoo offered the other a sheepish smile as he takes the older man’s hand.

“It’s fine Sunoo- It didn’t really hurt-“

“We’re all alone, right?” Sunoo suddenly cuts the other off, now staring at his hand.

“…Yeah?” Sunghoon answers glancing to him for a moment. “…Hungry?”

“Little bit ~ Jay can’t complain about my appetite if he’s not here…And I did just crawl out of bed…”Sunoo is giving the other that smile again, an almost pleading look in his eyes.

Sunghoon can’t help but reciprocate the smile. “Go ahead then.”

Happily, Sunoo takes the others wrist into his mouth. Sinking his fangs down onto a vein that was begging to be punctured. Closing his eyes with a soft hum as he fed. Sunghoon’s gaze going to linger over the other. Mostly staring at the soft lips that were now on him. Finding himself completely immersed until Sunoo is slowly raising his gaze to look at the other vampire. There’s something in his eyes that has Sunghoon quickly looking away. The younger muffling a giggle against the others skin before he’s pulling away from the his wrist. Licking his lips before licking at the fang wound.

“There’s not enough coming out of here…Can I do it somewhere else?” He asks as he’s fiddling with the large man’s fingers , Sunghoon giving a small hum as he thought.

“I don’t know- Are you going to behave yourself?” He teases and Sunoo throws him another look.

“Since when do you complain?” The younger rolls his eyes before climbing up to straddle the other man’s lap, catching him off guard. His book tumbling to the floor and Sunoo giving him an amused grin as he drapes his arms over broad shoulders. “Would you really consider this misbehaving~?”

Sunghoon is glancing away from the other, clearing his throat all too obviously as Sunoo giggles once again.

“Sunghoon~…Come on, We’re alone…” He whines. “You can look at me…I like it when you look at me.” He’s playing a hand down over the others chest now.

The vampire finally giving in to show the other his face again. If his heart could beat anything like it used to, it’d be ready to fly out of his chest. There was just something in the way Sunoo looked at him, especially now.

“You like me that much?��

“You know already, Sunoo…” Sunghoon’s hands are finally moving to hold the others waist. Gripping at his sides a few times before letting his hands travel up and about the others body, making him shiver.

“A-And you know how I feel too…”

“Yeah.. Yeah, I do.”

Sunoo’s hands that were at the others chest had begun to fiddle with one of the buttons on the olders shirt.

“They’re going to be gone for a bit, right?” He asks suddenly and Sunghoon simply nods, never taking his eyes away from the other. “Mkay…”

Sunoo’s words are soft, quiet. Those wandering hands now slowly beginning to unbutton the others shirt. Completely exposing the expanse of his collarbone, his chest, almost his entire front. Biting his lip as he glides his hands over the smooth skin, Sunghoon’s breath hitching in his throat for a moment. The older now moving to take off his glasses, before there’s a set of lips already claiming his. Sunoo knew when Sunghoon removed his glasses, all else was fair game. The older vampire moving that hand now to tangle his fingers in the hair at the youngers nape.

The action was simple.

Sweet.

Just a soft trading of lips between the two. Their hands just enjoying the feel of the other that was underneath them. Sunoo's hands still exploring Sunghoon's exposed front, as he in return had begun to slide his hands underneath the others shirt. Gently playing his fingertips over the soft skin. Sunoo couldn't help but smile against the man's lips as they kissed. Sunghoon had always been so delicate with him. So gentle, so loving. The way he touched him, the way he kissed him, the way he practically nurtured him. Sunghoon's feelings couldn't have been more obvious to him, but they still liked the absolute cover of privacy before they were ever like this. It was a lot less stressful than stealing kisses around the house they all shared, or trying to sneak back and forth between each others rooms in the night. It was a big place, yeah. But not quite big enough to keep them hidden for long. It also became increasingly difficult to keep their minds clear especially since there would always be one vampire or another that would be catching a glimpse into the others thoughts. Telepathy was a commonly shared ability among their kind and sometimes Sunghoon was the one to let his thoughts almost get the best of him. It especially didn't help when Sunoo would outwardly do something that he knew Sunghoon couldn't help but react to.

"Hey Sunghoon?" The younger murmurs.

"Mm?"

"I'm still kinda hungry…”

"I told you go ahead, Sunoo." Sunghoon can't help but chuckle as he's pulling away from the kiss. "You just woke up. Get your fill.”

Sunoo can't help but beam as he takes his fingers to drag along the others neck. Leaving a blazing trail along the territory of flesh he intended to sink his fangs into. He offers a soft thank you to the other before leaning in, and does just that. Gently sinking his fangs into the others neck. They had often been scolded about feeding from each other, as vampires in general, due to the effects it could have on their mental state. But Sunghoon and Sunoo were different. They were always able to feed from the other without an issue. The two’s feelings had also formed long before feeding from each other could play a factor into their behavior.

“Don’t be afraid to take as much as you’d like, Sunoo…I can tell you’re holding back.” Sunghoon’s eyes fall closed as he lets a few hums escape his lips. But now those eyes are coming open to look to the other as he suddenly pulls away.

“Is Sunghoon asking me to be greedy?” Sunoo gives him a certain look that has the other laughing.

“Do you want to be greedy?” Sunghoon challenges and there’s a faint blush on Sunoo’s cheeks as he smiles.

“I always want to be greedy with you…” He says shyly, but the look in his eyes told the older something else.

“Then be greedy with me, Sunoo.”

Sunoo is biting his lip now. Glancing to the others neck before looking back up for their gazes to meet.

“You’re always so good to me Sunghoon…” Sunoo’s voice isn’t that much shy of a whisper as he leans back in to the others neck. This time sinking his fangs in deeper as he pulls more.

There’s something that Sunghoon swallows. A sound he refuses to let present itself just yet. His hands that were exploring, now settling on soft thighs. Rubbing up and down along the flesh as his fingertips played underneath the fabric. Pushing the legs of his shorts up as far as he could, earning a giggle from the other. The younger rolling his hips teasingly, finally getting a wounded groan from the man underneath him. The hands that were playing gently over his thighs, were now gripping them.

“Menace…”

“You enjoy it.” Sunoo hums as he’s licking a drool of blood that almost escaped his tongue. Latching right back onto his neck.

Sunghoon is loving every moment of it regardless of his words. His hands moving to explore the terrain of the others body once again. This time taking a hand all the way up to curl his fingers in chestnut locks. Earning a soft groan from the younger as he presses his body closer. As close as he can to be able to still feed from him. It’s just before Sunghoon’s other hand can travel around to grip the other elsewhere, that his phone rings. The both of them quickly looking over to see who had been calling him.

“It’s Jungwon.” Sunghoon looked over to Sunoo as the other sighs, propping an elbow on the older males shoulder with a huff. Resting his head in his palm now.

“He’s gonna owe me breakfast for this…” Sunoo pouts, and Sunghoon chuckles. Ruffling the others hair before bringing his hand down so he can drape his arm around his waist. Grabbing his phone with his free hand.

“Hello?” Sunghoon answers the phone.

‘Sunghoon-ah! Do you know if we still have all the stuff to make that punch Niki likes? He says we don’t but he can’t even remember the recipe.’

“I’ll go see- I know what it is.” Sunoo says as he finally climbs off of Sunghoon’s lap. Purposely stretching in front of the other in a way that’s more or less showing off his ass.

‘Oh, is Sunoo awake?’

“Yeah, he’s up now.” Sunghoon bites his lip as he leans forward to smack the other across the very ass he teases him with. The younger giggling and bounding off to the kitchen. “He’s going to see if we have everything.”

‘Ah, okay. When did he wake up?’

“Just a little while ago.” Sunghoon answers as he’s finally looking over the floor, finding the book he had dropped earlier.

‘Ah- Jake it’s gonna fall-! The displays aren’t for photos! Heeseung?!’

Sunghoon couldn’t help but laugh hearing all the commotion in the background. Eyes flicking up to see Sunoo leaning against the wall holding an empty glass jar and a half eaten carton of fruit.

“Jungwon- We need sugar and cherries.”

‘Niki you couldn’t remember sugar and cherries?’

‘I don’t know what was in it I just drank it.’

Sunghoon hears the other sigh.

‘Okay hyung, thank you. Byyyye’

“Mm, byyyye.” Sunghoon mimics before hanging up, now sitting his phone back on the desk with his book. Before he could look back up, the younger vampire was already bounding back onto his lap. “Ah! Geez!”

Sunoo only chuckles, now taking a hold of the others chin to bring him to face him properly. Sunghoon now seeing the cherry that the other was presenting between his lips. Shooting the older vampire a suggestive look. There’s a smirk this time playing at Sunghoon’s lips as he takes the bait, going to take the cherry from the others mouth. Sunoo presses it into his mouth with his tongue. Watching with a satisfied smile as Sunghoon finishes the little piece of fruit, spitting the pit off somewhere across the room. His hands going back to the others hips as he pulls his body closer.

“I love it when you do things like that.”

“I know.” Sunoo giggles.

“You full?”

Sunoo hums, tilting his head to the side with a sweet smile. “I guess so…”

“Guess?”

“I ate plenty…” He answers as he plays a hand along the others exposed chest. “But I might still be feeling a bit greedy.”

“Yeah?”

Sunoo nods, giving the other a certain look that has Sunghoon swiping his tongue across his lips. Sunoo finally taking the others hands that were at his hips, and moving them around to rest over his ass. That in which Sunghoon was immediately groping handfuls of.

“Greedy for that…” He says in a pleasured sigh at the feeling. “Your hands on me. I love the way you touch me…” He presses back into the other vampires touch, humming softly at the attention, before Sunghoon is stealing needy kisses from his lips. “You make me feel so good…” He starts in between the advances of the others greedy lips. “Even with the way you kiss me.”

“I want to be the only one that makes you feel that way.”

“You know you already are, Sunghoon.”

“Do I..?” Sunghoon challenges and Sunoo is rolling his eyes as he pulls from the others lips.

“Don’t I always tell you? How I love everything you give me? How good you are when you give it to me~?” Sunoo plays right back and Sunghoon is groaning softly as he buries his face agaisnt the others neck. Letting out a shaky breath of a chuckle.

“Mhm…” He hums, finally letting his lips brush agaisnt the youngers neck. Beginning a blazing trail of kisses against the younger vampires skin. Earning himself another sigh of pleasure as Sunoo tilts his head back.

“How I love the way you fuck me…Your hand over my mouth so they don’t hear us at night…”

“S-Sunoo…”

“Mm~ the way you groan my name just like that- I love it when you say my name.” With every word, Sunghoon’s actions become more intense, more passionate against the smiling younger. “The way you say it when you’re fucking me,too~…” Sunoo bites his lips, groaning softly as Sunghoon’s kisses have turned into hungry love bites, and his hands are even rougher on his ass.

“I love giving you what you want…”

Sunoo couldn’t help but let those words travel straight to nether regions. Both hands now traveling to run his fingers through Sunghoon’s hair, rolling his hips to chase the friction that he knew the other was craving just as well.

“Then give me what I want, Sunghoon. I want to cum before they get back…I know it won’t be too much longer…So…” Sunoo’s words are cut short as Sunghoon’s erection is now being ground right against his own. “Mm~, use your hands on us~…Let’s have a little fun~”

It’s then, that Sunghoon is changing his grip on the other, and with the way he moves, Sunoo knows he’s about to stand with them. Or at least try. As Sunghoon moves to get up with the other, most likely to the bedroom, Sunoo is making him settle right back into the couch.

“Y-you want to do it here-? But-“

“What happened to giving me what I want?” Sunoo shushes the other as he presses a finger to his lips. “It’s not like you to tell me, no~” The younger sings as he is trailing a hand down over the others exposed chest. “I thought you wanted to please me, hm?” That same hand has now traveled down further now, palming over the the bulge in the older vampires slacks.

He watches with a smile as Sunghoon’s lips part to let out a rough moan- Pressing two fingers into his mouth as he does so, and Sunghoon readily takes them in. Swiping his tongue between the digits before he’s sucking. Sunoo giving a pleased hum as he bites his lip, enjoying the scene unfold.

“Oh~ You’re being so good for me now. Is it because I’m making you feel good?” He ponders with an innocent smile, tilting his head to the side cutely. Sunghoon nodding as he continues to let out quiet noises against the others digits. “Are you going to make me feel good too?”

Sunghoon nods again, more eagerly this time. Sunoo chuckling as he goes to pull his fingers away from the others mouth, Sunghoon sucking back on them as he drags them from between his lips. Sunoo loves these moments. There’s so many things that he would only ever know about Sunghoon. This side of him. The part of him that was ready to meet his every need without any hesitation. Sure Sunghoon would become cautious at times, but it usually didn’t take much from Sunoo after that to convince him.

“Arms.” Sunghoon says suddenly and Sunoo is complying just as obediently. Raising his arms for the other to pull his shirt up and off.

Sunghoon’s hands then are now traveling all over the exposed upper half of Sunoo’s body. Earning a soft moan from the younger as he tilts his head back. Eyes fluttering closed as he takes it all in. The way his fingers are dancing over every inch of exposed flesh he can touch. Thumbs grazing his nipples from time to time. Ghosting a gentle grip around his neck before bringing the hand back down to follow and trace another trail over his dips and curves.

“Your hands always feel so nice around me Sunghoon…You always touch me just right.” The other hums with a blissful smile at his lips. His hands coming to rest over Sunghoon’s as they lazily follow along with the searing trail he leaves over his skin. “I-I love it…”

“Of course you do~…” Sunghoon hums as he’s now leaning in to press a few soft kisses to the others neck. Inevitably sinking his fangs into his neck and the sound that comes out of Sunoo then has him groaning in return.

As he’s slowly beginning to feed from the other, Sunoo is gathering Sunghoon’s wandering hands and guiding them down to the trapped erection in his shorts. Sunghoon curling his fingers into the hem of the fabric to pull them down enough to free the others length. Sunoo doing the same for him as he’s freeing the other from his slacks. Their hands now wrapped around each other, giving slow, gentle strokes.

“Feels so good…Your hands…Ah~, and your fangs…All mine~” Sunoo whines as he’s carrying his free hand up to tangle in raven locks. Tugging gently from time to time when Sunghoon uses his thumb in a particular way over the slit of his cock.

For a moment, the two are just like that. Slow gentle fondling of each others cocks and Sunoo enjoying every sensation as Sunghoon drinks his fill. The older vampire in return, slowly unraveling merely at the way Sunoo speaks to him. He always has. He’s loved it from the moment they met. The way Sunoo would ever remind him of all the things he enjoyed from him. Even in the smallest things from taking care of him or helping him in any of their daily life. He gave Sunghoon an overwhelming sense of pride and he aimed to please the other as much as he could. Sunoo’s words were more than enough to have him like this, and their were times, despite his cool composure- That he was definitely not composed at all.

“More, Sunghoon…Give me more.”

And upon hearing the other’s words now, he’s pulling away from the others neck slowly. A string of blood and saliva connecting his bottom lip to the mess he left at the youngers skin. But he cleans it up with his tongue accordingly. Now gazing up into the others lustful expression. Getting a firmer grip around his cock as he begins to pump him faster. His thighs trembling against his lap as he does so, Sunoo rewarding him with the same change in pace.

“F-fu…Yeah…Make me feel good…So good, j-just like that…Ugh, don’t stop~…”

It had felt as if it’d been too long since Sunghoon was able to hear the others moans so openly. When one or the other had been too needy in the night, they always had to take precautions to mute themselves. Sunoo being accurate when he mentioned the others hand over his mouth. Or their usual position with the younger on his stomach so he can muffle his sounds into a pillow. There was even a time where Sunoo gagged them both because he wanted to be on top, inevitably still having to cover his own mouth with his hands in the end despite their gagging attempts. Sunghoon usually was able to muffle himself with the others neck, biting into him and just feeding whenever he felt he was making too much noise. Often they spent nights like this…So Sunghoon can’t help himself when he asks-

“Can we do m-more?”

Sunoo can’t help but give a breathy chuckle past his moans. Panting softly as he speaks.

“N-Not yet…I’ve got- Fuck~, I’ve got something special planned for us at the party tonight~…So, just-“ His words are cut short as he whimpers out another curse at Sunghoon’s hand tugging on his cock in a particular way. “B-be patient.” He’s licking his lips now at the way the other is resting his head back against the couch. Eyeing the expanse of his neck.

“Everyone will be- Mmm~…At the party tonight…F-fuck…”

Sunoo giggles breathlessly before he’s leaning in to lick a wet trail along the others neck, leading up to the shell of his ear before he whispers. “The afterparty~”

The after party was just that. But it was a more ‘mature’ occasion meant for mainly the vampires and vampires alone after they were done entertaining the University with their usual, annual, Halloween bash for the students. Vampire and human alike. But the after party in particular was indeed very particular itself. If you ever had to ask about it, you’re obviously not someone who was getting invited or wanted there. It was an occasion where you were only ever invited by the host. And their house was always invited back onto the property to attend the afterparty every year. In short, your typical, sleazy, vampire bash.

"I p-promise you'll like it." Sunoo's words now come in a series of wounded little moans. His hips moving to fuck into Sunghoon's hand, wanting even more.

The older vampire now moving his hand at an even faster pace. Sunoo's hand going to match. Their harbored breathing steadily becoming louder in the room. Sunoo's pants and moans, sending the other into a blissful daze of lust. His eyes glued to the others expressions as the attention from the youngers hand continued to fuel his pleasure. Sunghoon felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction and pride just enjoying the others expressions above him. Even if Sunoo hadn’t been returning the favor, he’d still be loving this all the same.

“S-Sunghoon~…Sunghoon…Ughn~” Sunoo begins to call his name, leaning his forehead to brace against the others. “You’re doing so good- I-I’m so close…m-make me cum- Y-You’re so good at m-making me cum.”

He’s practically whining at this point. Not quite begging, but still Sunghoon would give him what he wanted. He loved to hear it. Telling him how good he was making him feel, how much he loved it. A series of words like that continued to fall from Sunoo’s lips. Sunghoon biting his as he tightens his grip for the younger, the vampire desperately fucking into his hand now, practically bouncing in his lap. His hand that was around Sunghoon’s cock suddenly abandoning the others length now, to rest over the orders hand that was pleasuring him. Chanting how close he was, begging the other not to stop, before it’s nothing but the older male’s name falling from his lips in broken cries. The rhythm of hips becoming extremely sloppy as he makes a mess onto both of their hands. As his body istrembling, trying to catch his breath, Sunghoon is raising the younger’s messy hand to his lips. Beginning to lick the cum away from both of their fingers. Sunoo groaning softly as he drags his lip between his teeth, watching every second of the scene unfold. All until Sunghoon is finished and Sunoo is quickly pushing himself off the others lap, and to sit on his knees between his legs. He doesn’t waste a second in taking the others cock up into his mouth. Sunghoon’s head falling back against the couch with a vulgar groan. Sunoo getting to hear the older at his loudest as he greedily bobbed his head. Hands gripping the others thighs as he moans around his length endlessly. Sunghoon’s hands fall to tangle in his hair once again as he moans out. Anyone that could hear Sunghoon now would know very well he was sailing off further and further into a spiral of pleasure. His back arching slightly off the couch, as he was definitely writhing at this point. If Sunoo didn’t have his mouth full, he’d be wearing the biggest smile right now. His hands still gripping his thighs just to hold him more properly in place as he devoured him.

“S-Sunoo- Sun…I’m close- I’m g-gonna cum- I-I’m-“

“Mhm.” Sunoo hums simply, moving his head at the same delicious pace for the other.

His hands groping up and down along the olders thighs, encouraging him in a way- His mouth making the most vulgar and greedy noises around his cock now and finally- Sunoo’s mouth is being greeted with the warmth of Sunghoon’s release. Letting out a porn worthy moan as he slowly pulls from the others cock, and swallows. Licking his lips as he looks up at the other. Sunghoon’s chest is heaving. Head still resting back against the couch…And what Sunoo loves almost as much as the view, is the way Sunghoon’s hands are slowly running through his hair, petting him and he happily leans into the touch.

“How much time do you think we still have…?” He suddenly asks and the way Sunghoon smirks down at him through his heavy breathing, tells him that the older vampire was thinking the same.

“Bed?”

[verfound]

FIC: "Mellie's Halloween Costume" (MLB; Lukanette; LBSC Lukanette Month 2024)

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers is doing a Lukanette Month for September 2024, and we all just kinda tossed some prompts in the disco to compile a list?  We ended up with 71 prompts, so I decided I’d roll some dice to pick a prompt, do a twenty minute (ish, bc we all know sometimes they run away from me) sprint, and try to get some short fics out this month?

Read on Ao3

07 September 2024

Prompt 23: Myth

The flat was quiet when he got home.  That wasn’t entirely surprising, given the time of day: it was just around mid-morning, which meant that the girls had already been through their breakfast routine.  Harmony should already be in school, and Melody had been spending more time with her grandparents when he was on the road these days.  Tom and Sabine loved watching her (so did his ma, when she was around), and it was helping Marinette adjust to life with the twins.  So while he had possibly expected to hear something – Marinette singing in the kitchen, a baby crying, Melody screaming at one of her shows in the living room – it wasn’t entirely unsurprising when things seemed…quiet.

Calm.

“Darning?” he called, setting his bag down by the door.  He’d get it later.  Just then, he had a wife to find.  “You home?”

“Girls’ room!” her voice called from deeper in the flat, and he felt his smile grow as he followed the sound.  It grew even wider when he finally saw her, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the little bookcase they had set between the girls’ beds.  The shelves had been ransacked, most of the books lying in piles around her as she flipped through another one on her lap.  He sat down behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle and bending to press a kiss against the back of her neck.  His smile warmed when she shivered at the touch.  “…stop that.”

“Never,” he chuckled, kissing her again.  Another shiver ran up her spine, and his smile grew as he tucked his face behind her shoulder.  “It’s been two weeks.  I have time to make up for.”

She hummed, and when he went to trail a line of kisses along her shoulder she turned her head towards him, so he kissed her lips instead.  She sank back against him, and they both sighed when they parted.

“Welcome home,” she said, smiling up at him.  “I missed you.”

“I missed all of you,” he said.  He looked around, frowning.  “Where’re the boys?”

“Napping in their cribs, if we’re lucky,” she said.  “We had…an eventful morning.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her, and then she held up her arms for him to see.  The sleeves of her dressing gown fell to her elbows, and he sucked in a breath when he saw angry, blistering welts shining on her skin.  He reached out to catch her wrist, then hesitated when he realized that might hurt her.

“Marinette, what…?” he asked.  She leaned up to kiss the underside of his jaw, which had clenched at the sight of the burns.  “Darning.  Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” she insisted.  “I already put some ointment on them.  It doesn’t really hurt that much – you know I’ve had worse.”

…he did, but that still didn’t mean he had to like it.

“It looks plenty bad from here,” he said.  He caught her hand, loosely holding it in his own as he brought her wrist to his lips to kiss above the burn.  “What the hell happened?”

“Your daughter,” she sighed, laying her arms over his as she leaned back against him.  “Well.  Your mother, technically, but Melody only did what she did because of what her Granarchy did.  The Captain is a horrible influence on our girls, Lu.”

“And what did my mother do now?” he laughed, shaking his head.

“Gave the girls a book on Celtic myths,” she sighed.  She tipped her head back onto his shoulder, smiling helplessly up at him.  “So now Mellie’s obsessed.  She already has her Halloween costume picked out.”

“…do I even want to know?” he asked.  She rolled her eyes and wiggled one of her arms in front of them.

“She walks right up to me this morning – while I was pulling breakfast out of the oven – and declares, ‘Look, Maman!  I’m gonna be a banshee for Halloween!’” she said, pitching her voice to match their daughter’s.  Luka’s eyes widened, and he tried not to smile.  He really did.  From the annoyed roll of her eyes, he didn’t think he was very successful.

“Oh no…” he said.  She nodded.

“Oh yes,” she said.  “Because then, Luka Llewellyn Couffaine, your precious little Melody screamed as loud as she could in my face.”

“No,” he laughed, and she groaned as she turned her head to tuck against his neck.

“Yes,” she said.  “I was looking right at her, but I was still so surprised I dropped the pan – and then I tried to catch the pan, like an idiot.  So she’s staying with my parents today while I recover.”

“And here I thought you just wanted me to yourself before the girls got home,” he chuckled.  He felt her smile against his skin, and then her lips were pressing a little kiss just below his ear and he was the one shivering.  He found himself wondering how long they had until the boys woke up, and what exactly they could get up to without using her arms.  “Mari…”

“Of course I do,” she said, nipping at his ear.  “It has been two weeks, after all.  That was not, however, my immediate intention when I called my mother this morning.”

“So.  What’s with the books, then?” he asked, glancing at the mess around them.

“Research,” she said.  “I’m trying to find something even half as interesting as banshees to distract her.  I don’t want our daughter screaming in my face for the next month, Luka.”

“That’s…fair,” he chuckled, nodding.  He squeezed her middle and stole another kiss.  “But what I’m hearing is it’s something that can wait.”

“…do I need to reenact this morning to show you just how important it is we find her another favorite mythological creature?” she asked, her voice flat.  She groaned and squirmed, turning towards him and wrapping her arms around him.  She hissed as the sleeves of her robe scratched against the burns, tensing a moment at the flash of pain.  “Why couldn’t she be like her Aunt Rose and be obsessed with unicorns or something?”

“Because then she’d probably tape a knife to her head and headbutt you,” Luka deadpanned, and she rolled her eyes and pinched his hip.  He kissed the crown of her head, chuckling.  “How about this.  You come with me, maybe take a nice, long, relaxing bath and make up for lost time?  And then I’ll help you find a better costume for Mellie later.  Deal?”

“De…” she started, but then a crying started up from down the hall and she sighed as she slumped against him.  “Raincheck?”

“I’ve got them,” he said.  “You go draw that bath.  I’ll be in as soon as they’re settled.”

“They’re probably hungry,” she said, “which means you will be absolutely useless putting them down.  So how about you draw the bath, and I’ll join you as soon as I’m able?”

“Not as crazy about that,” he said.  “Two babies.  Two of us.  How about I help, then we draw the bath together?”

She poked at his chest, smirking at him.

“And how do you plan to help?  I’d love to see you feed them with these,” she teased, and he barked out a laugh.

“Marinette!” he said.  “I can burp one while you feed the other.  Or maybe they need changing – I’m good at that.”

“I suppose,” she giggled.  She pecked a kiss against his cheek.  “You’ll just have to be content with sharing me for a bit.”

He laughed as he helped her up.  Another cry joined the first, and she gave him a pointed look.  He stole one last kiss before leading her towards their room, where the cribs were set up.  He didn’t want to think about when they were older yet – he knew they’d have to start thinking about moving soon, but he loved this flat.  He paused just outside the door, taking a moment to just…look at her.

“Luka,” she said, her smile exasperated but fond.  “The babies?”

He pulled her close, stealing just one more kiss.  Just because he could.

“I missed you,” he whispered against her lips.  “I missed this.”

She smiled and kissed him again.

“We missed you,” she said.  “Now come on, before I get a headache on top of everything else.”

“God forbid,” he laughed, opening the door and following her into the room.  She rolled her eyes and nudged his side with her elbow, but he noticed how the movement made her wince and frowned.  He slipped around her, moving to Huey’s crib before she could say anything.  “Here.  Let me help, Marinette.  I’m here.  Use me.”

She gave him a Look that told him exactly what she thought of that idea, but then Huey wailed again and it was gone.

“I’m fine, Luka – I can hold my own babies,” she said, rolling her eyes as she folded her arms across her chest.  It would have been more convincing if that hadn’t made her wince, too.  He gave her a pointed look, and she huffed out a sigh before waving him towards the rocking chair between the cribs.  “Oh, fine.  I have some backup milk in the fridge.  I’ll be right back.”

“I love you!” he called, patting Huey’s back as he bounced him.  He carried him over to the other crib, where Louie was squirming on his back as he fussed.  Luka smiled as he reached down and laid a hand on his tummy, rubbing.  “I love you, too, stinker,” he said.  He kissed Huey’s downy head, smiling.  “Both of you.”

[dapandapod]

oh my god, I need this in my life ;____; Pairing is dealer's choice.

36. unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping

Look. I kinda missed the mark here, in a sense, as did I miss the timely window to write/reply.... xD anyway here it is? some Geraskier, a healthy dose of pining, and a lot of semi-platonic cuddling! Thank you Ebs my love for beta-reading! And I hope you like it, Kuri-darlin! Please enjoy <3 On Ao3 here!

It starts, as it often does between the two of them, with a deep bottle of spirit and a great idea. Usually, it’s one of Jaskier’s, but this time neither of them will claim the responsibility.

Skinnydipping is a much better plan in summer temperatures, rather than in late spring. Cold water from the icy mountains is still trickling down in rivers and finding itself in the lake they are now rushing out of, bare as the day they were born.

Jaskier isn’t shrieking, he never is, he is just flexing his vocal chords. Geralt is telling him that he is indeed shrieking, and that he should stop before it gets shrill enough to call the local dogs over.

Punching Geralt’s chest is very different when he is not wearing any clothes, skin cool and slippery, and Jaskier loses himself for a moment.

This is where it all begins, in a sense.

They are both rather lost, directionless in the free way of the traveling pair they are, but still trying to make out what path is theirs, and if what they will find at the end of the road will please them.

Geralt grasps Jaskier’s hand, and holds it to his chest. If asked, he will say he is clearly making sure Jaskier won’t be able to punch him again, but if you ask Jaskier, the only thing he will remember is firm fingers around his wrist, chest hair rough against his knuckles.

When Jaskier does not immediately protest, just stares at their hands with wide eyes, Geralt declares the bard too drunk, and he pulls Jaskier with him towards land by the hand.

Getting dressed one handed is… even more complicated while drunk, but the witcher does not let go of the bard, and leads him all the way to their rooms. They technically have their own rooms, but somehow they both end up in Jaskier’s room, only half way into the bed.

Later, Geralt remembers waking up with Jaskier’s fingers laced through his, and turns to look at his face lax in sleep, pressed against the mattress.

It happens again, of course it does. This time they are between inns, with winter and his bad timing stealing one last cold night before spring broke through properly.

They have found alright shelter, compromising the comfort of the open forest floor for keeping warm, snuck in the crack of a rock formation.

The fire is doing wonders, and despite the smoke stinging their eyes, Jaskier is looking decidedly snuggly with the fire behind him outlining his figure.

Their bedrolls are side by side, and Jaskier has grabbed onto Geralt’s hand, marveling over… well, marveling in general actually.

This time there is no alcohol between them, just a sense of peace and amusement, and Geralt watches Jaskier trace each digit, using both hands to look this way and that.

His knuckles are getting a great deal of attention, as is his thumb and palm. While he does it, Jaskier tells a story about his mother and a fortune teller that probably was a sham, but there once was this palm reader he met in Novigrad, and did you know that the placing or lack of calluses really tells a lot about you as a person?

Geralt listens with a smile, and snarks at the obvious holes in the storytelling when Jaskier is making too much up again, and, between one heartbeat and the next, Jaskier’s eyes droop shut.

He is still holding onto Geralt’s hand, one cradling the side of his hand and his pinky, the other holding onto his thumb. Even as specks of snow trickle down from above, and the wind howls, the fire crackles merrily, and Jaskier is holding his hand in his sleep.

Geralt doesn’t take his hand back, and in the morning they have inched closer, and Jaskier is holding Geralt’s hand against himself like you would a teddy bear.

Not long after the summer solstice, they make a close acquaintance with death. Her foul breath brushes the bard’s cheek as a Necker’s claw dug into his flesh.

Lucky for all of them, Jaskier is wearing a leather coat, and instead of being fatal, it just ends up being very fucking painful.

Blood is not a good look on bards, at least not their own, Geralt decides when Jaskier sits eerily quiet after being patched and bundled up in a barn that they’ve got to borrow for the night, with the promise not to bleed on the hay.

That night, Geralt reaches for Jaskier’s hand, holding it as he presses himself up against the bard’s back, listening to his even breaths and rapid heartbeat, infinitely grateful he made it in time to save him.

As with anything, spend enough time doing something and a habit is formed.

It isn’t every time, nor is it a conscious thought, but if there is but an arm's length between them, they will either end up half way out of their bedrolls and meet in the middle, fingers lacing together, or when they’re sitting idly next to each other for whatever reason, their fingers will seek each other out, sometimes barely touching, and other times overlapping.

It stops being a conscious choice, it is something just done. Jaskier eagerly grabbing his hand as he tells exciting news and then forgets to let go, or Geralt wanting to keep track of him, or to support him, or when in a crowd.

It’s natural, an anchor when they are in danger of getting lost.

They part, and they reunite later that summer, and that fall Geralt grabs Jaskier’s hands to rub them warm, to breathe on them to help him regain temperature.

He knows you shouldn’t breathe on them, knows how a breath actually can make them colder, but Geralt may or may not be accidentally brushing his lips to Jaskier’s knuckles, and Jaskier is pretending not to notice, pretending he doesn’t have fine rabbit gloves tucked in his backpack, gifted by the very witcher right in front of him.

Things change, and also they don’t.

Dragons and witches and a child of the elder blood marks each change in their own way. Jaskier finds himself waking up, holding his own hand in his cold room in Kaer Morhen, and Geralt’s hand reaches across the empty bed for the bard’s even before he registers not to.

Another bottle of spirits, this time a stolen Nilfgaardian booze smelling absolutely terrible with the aftertaste of dirt, and another bright idea later, and Jaskier and Geralt once again find themselves sprawled halfway across Jaskier’s bed.

Geralt had to pull him up the stairs by the hand to keep their balance, or so they told themselves. The White gull Geralt ended up downing tastes terrible on the second day he notes, shifting and pulling the warmth by his side closer.

Jaskier grunts in his ear and knees his thigh, but only when he tightens his hold around hot, sweaty fingers does Geralt realize what he’d been missing. Jaskier is tangled against him, arm trapped under himself in an angle that will promise complaints the moment he wakes up. It is warm, and it is comfortable, and Geralt is slowly coming to terms with what pleases him.

Relearning how to share a bed is much easier when you have an anchor, a focal point, or it would have been if Geralt wasn’t startled awake by Jaskier almost falling out of bed. They resettle, Jaskier now firmly between the witcher and the wall, and the back of Geralt’s hand pressed against his lips as sleep reclaims him.

It doesn’t matter if they are awake or not, they reach for each other like a weed craves the sun, like roots seeking dirt, like vines growing where they find purchase.

The day Geralt wakes up and finally finds courage, he kisses Jaskier’s palm, and Jaskier kisses his lips.

[captain-mj]

Idk if u do Alejandro x Rudy but I really need some top Rudy and bottom Alejandro in my life like Alejandro is WHIPPED and Rudy would take full advantage of that in the bedroom

My asks are open btw! And I love this ship!

~~~

Rudy smiled softly at Alejandro. He trailed his hands through his hair, watching Alejandro flush. Right now, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, Alejandro between his legs on the floor. Alejandro looked up at him, absolutely adoring. Rudy couldn’t help the rush it gave him, knowing all that attention was on him. 

"What can I do for you, Rudy?" Alejandro asked softly, kissing his wrists. He looked up at him pleadingly. 

Rudy shook his head slightly, a little amused. "Oh, Alejandro. Stay on your knees for me, okay?"

Alejandro nodded and kissed his fingers, taking one into his mouth and swirling it gently. His tongue ran its way over it, all while he looked up at Rodolfo adoringly. It was hard to turn down an offer like this when Alejandro was already on his knees. 

Rudy pulled his hand away and kissed him sweetly before smirking. "Undo my pants, darling." Alejandro jumped to follow the command, tugging down all the offending fabric. He didn't wait for Rudy to ask, kissing along his cock. His hands settled on Rudy’s thighs, completely focused on his task.

Rodolfo moaned softly as Alejandro slid his tongue up him slowly. He buried his hand in his hair and gently guided him to take his cock down his throat. Alejandro purred softly around him, the vibrations going straight through him and up his spine.

"Fuck you're good at this." Rudy moaned and Alejandro preened under the praise, bobbing his head. His mouth was so warm and he hollowed his cheeks right as he deep throated him, exactly how he liked. Rodolfo groaned and yanked his hair, making Alejandro gag a little.

"Sorry, mi amor." Rodolfo pet his hair soothingly to apologize, even though Alejandro didn't seem to care. "Get up."

Alejandro pulled away immediately, looking up at him from between Rodolfo's legs. He made a pretty sight on his knees, even if he was pouting the slightest bit. 

"Get undressed." Alejandro got up and started stripping, leaving everything in a heap on the floor.

Rodolfo watched him, enjoying the desperation that rolled off of him. Alejandro quickly got in bed, kissing him passionately. He grabbed Rodolfo's face, their chests brushing against each other from how close they were. 

Rodolfo leaned over him, pressing him down into the bed. “Go ahead and spread your legs, beso.” 

Alejandro spread his legs, flushing more at the nickname. “Mi amado, please.” He grabbed the headboard above him and... christ. Rodolfo loved him. He was so pretty, tattoos dotting his skin. He put his hands on his waist, kissing along his stomach.

“You’d do anything for me, right?”

“Yes. Anything, Rudy.” He moaned softly as Rodolfo bit him. 

Rodolfo grinned and settled between his legs. He leaned over him and Alejandro quickly leaned up to kiss him again. 

Rodolfo gently prepped him, knowing it drove him crazy. Alejandro clearly wanted to rush him, but Rodolfo kept kissing him, not letting him get a word out. Eventually he just wrapped his arms around his shoulders, moaning softly.

He finally pulled away and Alejandro looked at him lovingly. “ You’re gorgeous.”

Rudy smiled at him and pushed into him gently, giving Alejandro plenty of time to adjust. He closed his eyes and moaned softly, nipping Alejandro’s chest. Ale was like a fucking vice around him and it felt so good. He groaned softly and thrust into him, watching Ale’s back start to arch.

“Please.” Alejandro kissed at him. “I can take it. Please.” Rodolfo smiled at him.

“You’re a handful, Colonel. You know that?”

“I just want to make you feel good, Rudy.” Alejandro answered honestly. 

Rodolfo sped up immediately, holding him close and slamming into him. Alejandro cried out and his hands were scrambling at Rodolfo’s shoulders, nails cutting at him. Rodolfo didn’t mind, kinda liking the sting, so he did it again and again, trying to find the right angel. 

Alejandro screamed and Rodolfo purred. There it was. He hit his prostate over and over again, feeling him thrash and cry out over and over again. 

Rodolfo sucked hickeys into his neck, making sure none of them could be covered by his uniform. He wanted everyone to see tomorrow. Alejandro was his and always would be. Took him forever to make the idiot realize it and he wasn’t going to ever let him go again. 

Alejandro groaned softly and twisted his hips, making Rodolfo moan. He pressed against him, trying to pull Rodolfo even deeper inside him as if that was possible. His arms came to wrap around him until they were inseparable. 

“Mi amado.” Alejandro moaned softly, throwing his head back. “All yours.”

Rodolfo took a deep breath, trying to keep his head. He loved when Alejandro said stuff like that. Didn’t think he could ever get tired of it. 

“All mine, mi amor.” He kissed him softly and grabbed his cock. He stroked him in time with his thrusts, feeling his legs start to tremble before he came. 

“Mind if I?” Rodolfo started but Alejandro interrupted him by wrapping his legs around him and pulling him closer.

“Inside please.” 

Rodolfo laughed and kissed him, fucking him straight through Alejandro’s orgasm. He could feel him start to whimper against his mouth, getting overstimulated, before Rudy finally came in. 

Alejandro went limp immediately. His hand gently stroking up and down his arm. 

“You okay? Wasn’t too rough?”

“Rudy, I’m not fragile. You can be rough with me.”

“I just want to be careful.” Rudy laughed, kissing him again.