#if they can't moan in their own voice then just do NOT add any voice file for the kisses... the generic moan is weird

[silver-horse]

when you are kissing your love interest in bg3 ... noooo, don't moan with a generic voice, you are so sexy haha

[transmascsteveharrington]

If Steve was someone to believe in conspiracy theories he might think that there is a mistletoe complot happening. Because mistletoes keep suddenly popping up everywhere, especially in places Steve could swear three seconds ago hadn't been a mistletoe. Places that always include Eddie.

"Seriously, another one?" Eddie groans just as much a helpless victim in the mistletoe coup that might or might not be happening as Steve. "Do these sprout out of your hair?"

"Who says they aren't sprouting out of your hair dude," Steve shoots back half annoyed half amused.

"Yeah, yeah fine, c'mon let's get it over with," Eddie sighs and turns his cheek. "Lay one on me, Harrington."

Steve rolls his eyes but obeys and presses his lips against Eddie's cheek. His skin is cold, as always and his stubble is a funny sensation. The thing is if it was up to them they would just shrug it off and walk away, no peck on the cheek needed. But somehow – and the number one reason why Steve thinks this might be a conspiracy – they always end up under a mistletoe when the kids or older teens are around insisting that they kiss because otherwise, that means bad luck.

"Do you really think we can afford any more bad luck," Dustin had squeaked the first time they had ended up under a mistletoe and had tried to just walk away. So for almost three weeks Eddie and Steve have been kissing each other's cheeks constantly. Of course, always ensure first that the other one is okay with the kiss. Steve's always thought that the tradition of /having/ to kiss is absolutely stupid.

"Maybe they'll stop sprouting if you properly kissed," Robin suggests while stirring up icing for the cookies the party has been baking in the Wheeler's kitchen. Steve has to suppress the urge to flip her off.

"Guess we'll have to put that theory to the test next time, don't we big boy?" Eddie laughs and Steve can feel himself blush. He blames it on the heat from the oven.

The next time comes three days later at the Hopper-Byers' house and Steve turns his head to Jonathan who looks at them expectantly and asks, "Aren't you Jewish?"

"Yeah, but mistletoes are a Roman tradition," he shrugs and stubs out his joint. He and Eddie have been smoking outside and Steve was sent outside to get them for dinner just as Eddie was being sent inside to ask if they still needed help.

"Roman, really?" Steve frowns.

"The ancient Greek called mistletoes oak-sperm," Eddie grins his hands already grabbing Steve's shirt and pulling him closer.

"Ugh, gross dude," Steve complains but still leans in and closes the distance between them, this time an innocent peck on the lips. When they let go Steve thinks that for a second he might have spotted disappointment in Jonathan's eyes.

He finds out later in the evening why. He and Eddie have just finished washing up like they both offered, Steve washing, Eddie drying and are about to return to the Hopper-Byers' living room when they hear Dustin whisper-shout, "It's like they don't even want to kiss."

"I told you this idea was stupid," Max murmurs. "They're not gonna admit to being into each other like this."

"I think we should just keep trying," Robin, the traitor adds, and Steve can hear the amusement in her voice.

"Wow, looks like we have been party entertainment," Eddie whispers next to Steve.

"Yeah, I can't believe it...actually, I can," Steve says before he gets an idea. "Wanna get back at them by traumatizing them a little?"

"I like the way you think, Harrington."

So next time they get caught under a mistletoe they don't go in for a chaste kiss. Instead, they kiss like men starving, with tongues, teeth, wandering hands, and badly muffled moans. Steve isn't quite sure it still counts as PG-13 but it's the shitheads' own fault. They are slightly out of breath when they part. It's worth it though the kids look like they walked in on their parents kissing. Steve had to suppress a laugh.

"Hope that might finally ward them off," Steve says, hoping his knees aren't shaking too obviously. "This was fun, but I have a date to wine and dine, so see you little shitheads tomorrow."

"Seriously, you have a date?" Dustin gawks. "After...after...after..."

"After what, Henderson?" Steve grins, knowing Dustin can't say anything without giving their whole plot away.

"After this long day?" Dustin tries to save himself.

"That's why I'm hoping my date is gonna stay over," Steve says, earning another groan from everyone before he leaves.

A few hours later once the wining and dining has happened and Steve and his date have cuddled up on the couch his date turns their head and gently nuzzles into the crook of Steve's neck.

"You know they're gonna think they are the reason we got together," Eddie says and presses soft kisses down Steve's throat.

"We got together literally a month before the mistletoes happened," he says and pulls Eddie closer.

"I know," Eddie hums, "but you know how cocky Henderson is. He won't care."

"I guess," Steve mumbles as Eddie plants another kiss on his cheek. "It's kinda nice though. That they did this, that they don't mind."

"Yeah," Eddie agrees softly. "But they are gonna regret it once we tell them and start kissing without any mistletoes present."

Steve laughs before he gently cups Eddie's face.

"We should practice how to traumatize them more then," he grins.

"Yeah, we should," Eddie says before he closes the distance and once more kisses Steve so heated it makes the fire in front of them feel cold.

[xeeljii]

T :3

Thanks for the letter! -`♡´-

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

CW: 18+, f! reader, toys duh!, se.x tape ...

“It is my birthday!” Those words had gotten you into this and now you were too riled up to stop halfway through. There is something so lascivious on the way his eyes close in on your entrance, completely fascinated by the way the muscles gives and tightens around the toy he is currently pushing inside you, phone camera on his other palm held tightly but with trembling hand. 

“You are sick.” You say but it drifts onto a high pitched moan that has you gushing around the pink rabbit vibrator.

“This is not even my toy.” He replies with a big smile on his sweet lips but he doesn't even look up at you, still too entranced in his own game. 

When you had finally accepted to move in with Joost he had found the old forgotten toy amongst your things as he helped you unpack in his apartment, he had teased you relentlessly purely because he enjoyed seeing how red you got but finally you had snapped and said if he was so curious about it you could try it out. He was against the idea of at first, not truly understanding the appeal when he could just touch you directly and make you cum in his mouth, his fingers, his dick, the skin to skin contact always his favorite part.

But the days went by and the idea grew slowly slowly inside his head, the more he though about it, the more new things he wanted to try and soon he started fantasizing about using the toy to make you cum again and again and again only focusing on you. So eventually when he built up enough courage to swallow his earlier words of not being interested he had asked if he could use it on you and when you said yes he had pushed it even further.

“Can we make a video?” Big shinny sky blue puppy dog eyes looking at you, beaming with love using everything at his disposal to plead his case.

“What? No!” You immediately raised your voice. "Why even-" 

“For when I'm on tour please." He had been sitting on the edge of the bed and started crawling up to you when he spoke. "I miss you so much.” He finally bent down and rested his head on your lap pressing himself close to you and wrapping his arms around your hips not letting you move.  

“JOOST!” You chastised when you felt him rubbing his face against you core already riling you up.

“Please" He whined still head on your lap mumbling words against you. "Plus it is my birthday soon, it can be my gift.” He had proposed it so proud of himself like it was the best idea he ever got.  

“You are an animal.” But you already knew you were only prolonging the inevitable, he had broken any protest as he usually did with his big puppy eyes, so you just threw yourself back against the mattress.

“Only yours.” 

And now you are in your current position, legs spread as wide as they will go, Joost nestled in the middle so utterly hypnotized by the shiny wet heat between your thighs. He is naked expect for his boxers that are straining against his hard length, the tip is wet with precum, the thought that you can have him like this fully untouched adds to the pleasure.

"So pretty." He licks his lips like he is a starving man in front of his favorite meal, it makes you tremble. He pushes the toy deeper into you, the constant vibrations against your gummy walls feel so overwhelming and the closeness has the external arm of the toy applying tortuous pressure to your clit. You try so hard to hold it, close your eyes so you won't have to face him and try to push away from his touch but he just keeps his hand steady and raises the intensity.

Everything is white noise, you feel your back raise from the mattress on instant reaction, the heat in your core snapping and burning you from the inside, you hear distant screams, it must be your voice but you feel so overwhelmed in your body you can't be sure. Your cunt is gushing all around the toy, your release spills down his hand trailing down his knuckles until it reaches his wrist. The vibration on your clit becomes too much, tears spill from your eyes as you close your legs around his hand and push away, he finally lets you.

Joost removes the toy softly and turns it off, throwing it away somewhere in the bed, but he doesn't let you rest for long. You feel his strong but gentle hands prying your thighs open again then in your dizzy mind you remember the phone on his hand. With one palm he spreads you open, exposes your glistening heat and your poor overstimulated hole that is clenching on nothing to the lens of the camera, his thumb rubs soft gently at the lips of your pussy just feeling your sweet release.

"You are really sick." You mumble barely above a whisper, still feeling your spine tingly with electricity from your orgasm.

“Now another one without the real thing.” Joost says cheery tone as he leaves the phone on the bed next to you just for a second , only long enough to take off his boxers and reveal his hard dick, wet red tip catching your eye.

“JOOST!” You complain, try to fight it, then he looks at you beaming smile on his face and you already know you won't say no.

And so he grabs the phone on his hand again and you let your delicious torture start.

[msgexymunson]

The Food Of Love

Description: Eddie and his love for food (and you) 

A/N: just a sweet little piece to sate you before some other chunky fics are posted! Plus, I know the way to a man's heart is through their stomach, and I want to feed this boy. 

Warnings: language, just fluff really, allusions to smut, established relationship. Gender neutral reader. (Any issues please let me know!)

1.2k words

Masterlist

The first time Eddie says he loves you, it's with a mouthful of the food you made him.

"Sweetheart, what you doing?" 

Strong arms snake around your waist as you face the kitchen counter, mixing ingredients in a bowl with a scavenged spatula. The kitchen in the trailer is rough and ready, but you bought the ingredients and goddamn, you just need to feed this boy. If only to thank him for the countless orgasms he's given you. 

"I'm making pancakes." 

You smile, his hands wandering over your waist and hips as he crowds your back. God he smells good; bodywash, and skin, and weed, and Eddie.

"Really? I don't see pancake mix." 

Laughing, you turn to face him. 

"It's called cooking babe. I'm making them from scratch. Just sit down and let me feed you." 

With a smirk and a peck to your lips he perches on the tiny table top, long legs swinging like a child. 

You turn to finish mixing, and put the gas on, heating up a frying pan lined with oil and butter.

One, two, three pancakes finished; flipped and stacked onto a plate. Adding some maple syrup and chopped strawberries, you hand him the plate and a fork. 

Turning to start your own pancakes on the heat, you hear Eddie literally moaning behind you. 

"That good babes?" 

"Umph." 

Laughing, you turn to face your boyfriend. His cheeks are stuffed full of pancakes like a gerbil, and he's staring at you with wide wet eyes. His words are muffled with food, but unmistakable.

"I fuckin' love you sweetheart." 

Goggling at him with your mouth slightly parted, you can't help but say, "I think you just love the food." 

He swallows the enormous mouthful and smacks his lips. 

"Nope, that just… pushed me over the edge, I guess. I love you." 

Throwing your arms around him, you envelop his maple smeared lips in a sweet kiss. 

"I love you too Eddie." 

He grins, and your eyes begin to grow wet, so you turn away to flip your pancakes, and to wipe away the clandestine tears. 

********************

The first time Eddie says he wants to marry you, he's shovelling your food into his mouth. Again. 

You place the plate down in front of him, and watch his little nose wrinkle. 

"What… is that?" He says disgusted, pointing to a green bit sticking out of the spaghetti and meatballs you made him for dinner. 

"It's spinach babe, it's good for you." 

He pokes it as if it's about to jump and attack, and looks back at you, gazing with a defeated expression.

"Do I have-" 

"Eddie, I made this just for you. So, if you don't eat it, I'll be upset. OK?" 

You knew that would work. He twirls a meatball in his fork, gathering some pasta, and even makes sure to add the offending spinach leaf. 

When it reaches his mouth, the noise he makes is reminiscent of his orgasm sounds, just slightly muffled. A large hand encapsulates yours, gripping firmly as if you'll float away if he doesn't. 

"I'm gonna marry you sweetheart." 

It's cloaked in food, but you hear it. How couldn't you?

"Eddie-" 

Swallowing, he grasps you with his other hand, forcing you to meet his gaze. 

"I'm serious, I'm gonna marry you, and have kids, and they are gonna love these meatballs. Spinach and all." 

Laughing, you pull your hand away, and start to eat your own food, warmth in your tummy expanding and enveloping you at his words. 

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The first time you tell Eddie he'll be a great husband, it's with a mouthful of food. 

Coming home from a hard day at work, you kick your shoes off and rub your aching feet for a moment.

"Eddie, baby I'm home!" 

"I'm in the kitchen sweets!" 

You follow his voice, through the tiny hallway of your shared apartment and into the living space. The entire kitchen is in disarray. Pots and pans are laying around with remnants of meals inside, used and forgotten. Grody cooking utensils have been deposited on any available side. Somethings dusting the floor; maybe flour? 

You approach the love of your life, taking in his unexpected outfit. His usually unruly hair is swept back into a low bun, and he's tied one of your stripy cooking aprons around his waist. It should look weird, since he's not wearing a shirt, but with the muscles in his shoulders fully displayed and the tattoos playing peekaboo with you, you can't find it in you to mind. 

A stray dusting of flour is on his cheek. Reaching him, you swipe it away with your thumb. 

"Eddie, what are you doing?"

"I'm making dinner! Chicken pie, just like you made before. And dessert is in the fridge!" 

His smile splits his face in half, warming your insides. 

"Well, ain't I lucky." 

"Damn straight. I even got wine, here you go." 

He hands you a glass, filling it from wine in the fridge. It's a crisp white, one you've bought before that he remembers you like. 

You perch at the small dinner table, the solid wood one you rescued from a neighbour's yard that just needed a little love, and you're waited on. 

The chicken pie is great; the pastry could've had more time in the oven but the filling was perfect. When you're finished, Eddie hands you a chocolate mousse, with whipped cream and a swirl of orange peel on the top. 

"It's chocolate orange mousse, I got it out of a recipe book I bought. You like it?" 

Eddie's practically on tenterhooks, bouncing both knees with his eyes fixated on you. 

Honestly? It's incredible. Just the right texture and consistency, and the right amount of orange. One of the best desserts you've had. 

But, it isn't just that. It's the restless demeanour, the keenness of his smile, the deep eyes full of feeling. 

With a mouthful of chocolate orange mousse, you stare at him with wet eyes. 

"You're gonna make a great husband one day." 

You swallow, and stare again. 

"Wait, scratch that. You're gonna be a great husband to me, one day." 

He grins manically at you, pride etched in his face.

"Yeah?" 

"Hummm." You turn your head as if deliberating something. 

"What?" 

'Just thinking, could we take the rest of this dessert to the bedroom? I could show you how grateful I am."

You wink, and Eddie's eyes nearly roll back inside his head. 

"Oh, if this is being your husband then fucking sign me up!" 

[alacetor-the-duckies-deer]

Aaayyyyyyy

Imagine Alastor realizes Val has like, exclusive rights to Angel Dust's image, but not his voice so he he and angel conjure up a contract something flimsy with lots of loopholes or an expiration date. It's all for show really, so Alastor owns his voice, and so angel can't do any lines or moaning or anything in the pornos, but he's on Al's broadcasts, (not doing anything overtly sexual, just like, teasingly. Alluding to things, suggestive comments, ), maybe they set up a phone sex hotline(not the same number for Alastors braodcast, again, but definitely effiliated with it) and it's not cause Alastor particularly wants any of that, he just hates the Vees and Angel is his friend (some how, he's still figuring out when all these hazbins wormed into his heart) so he's just waiting until Val shows up to negotiate buying out angel's vocal contract. He intends to add stipulations to the contract that Val already has.

Husker might also be involved. There might be a plan involving drinks and "being in the middle of a poker game" when Val shows up, to break angel out completely, but it's only if everything goes right.

[mitsuyaya]

[ phonography ] okkotsu yuuta x fem! reader

♡ contains: 1k+ words. MDNI, smut, mutual masturbation, phone sex, guided masturbation (?), vaginal fingering, male masturbation, dirty talk, established relationship, long-distance relationship

♡ summary: Yuuta believes that he isn't a pervert, that he has great self-control, and that no matter how long you two are apart, he can control his urges—turns out he's all wrong.

♡ end note: cross posting part 3/6 of my yuuta’s bday bash. happy birthday my love ♡

By any means, Yuuta isn't a pervert.

He isn't horny all the time, isn't always sex deprived – your boyfriend isn't always that addicted to the feeling of your skin and limbs tangling with his.

To the feeling of your lips on his, eyes fixed on him, hands melting against his own – he doesn't yearn for your body all the time, you know that too.

“I need you baby, please. Can't take it anymore” his voice staggers, for a minute you thought he's in grave danger, that he's on the brink of death, not until you heard the sound of slicks and his low grunts from the phone.

He isn't a pervert, you know that all too well, but apparently during these times where you're both far apart from each other, he felt vulnerable, felt hopeless and lost without you.

Which is pretty hilarious, since he's the strongest (after Gojo of course) and yet he can't do one little task.

“Where are you y/n?” he sounded so desperate, with the tone in his voice, you could only imagine what his expression would be like.

Sweat beading into his forehead, eyes shut close from frustration, head leaned back on the headboard, hands lazily wrapped around his exposed length.

“I just got home, I'm at the front door right now.”

“Could you go to our bedroom and get on the bed right now, take off your clothes and panties for me, pretty girl.”

The power he had on you, even if he's nowhere to be seen right now, even if his presence is nothing more than just his voice from the phone – he still had the same effect on you, still had the lingering dominance in his words that you can't help but feel your knees shaking, trembling.

Without so much as a second thought, your feet dragged you into the bedroom, taking two flights of stairs at a time. If you weren't horny earlier, well now you are, he's a fucking curse really.

“Are you there yet?” you managed to pull yourself all the way to the bed, pants and underwear discarded somewhere around the bedroom floor.

You heard Yuuta's sharp intake of breath, you can sense the urgency in his voice, desperation pouring from his tone, you can feel just how much torture he's going through – the need to cum, to feel you.

“Yes baby, what do you want me to do? Want me to help you? Want me to guide you?”

It's hurting you more than it is to him, the way you could almost picture your boyfriend on the verge of tears had you clenching your thighs, no matter how much it seems nonsensical for him to be this way – you can't help it, the man you loved is just on the other side of the phone, of the world.

And you, his girlfriend, couldn't help him from something as trivial as this, distance is a fucking bitch.

“N-no, I just want you to stick a finger in your cunt f’me tell me how it feels, please.”

Nodding at his order, which is pretty useless since he can't see you, your fingers slid from your stomach into your folds, letting the pads of your finger collect your slick before easing it into your hole.

You moaned, it isn't enough but it makes your head swirl, not enough to soothe your loneliness but this’ll work, for the meantime that is.

“Yuu, f-feels good” he took a sharp breath, quivering, your voice sounds so angelic and so erotic – God, it's so much better if he's here. Your finger moved in and out, plunging inside your inviting walls so sweetly.

“C-can I add another finger please Yuu, want ‘em” fuck, fuck, fuck you sound so sweet, so cute when you beg. You're already begging when he isn't even doing anything yet.

“Put another f’me, curl them nicely mkay, imagine it's my fingers” you obeyed, letting you middle finger ease inside your gummy walls, curling it upwards just like what he always do, just what he does when he's present.

Think about how he does it instead, his mouth slating against yours. Licking every nook and cranny, swallowing your moans – his fingers working it's magic on your pussy. Grazing every spot inside you, it's ridiculously addicting.

Your thumb went straight to your clit, massaging the little pearl, letting out a moan of ‘Fuck, Yuu need y’so bad’, Yuuta made quick work to fist his cock, hands gripping the base harshly while listening intently to the obscene sounds you're making.

“Grind your pussy on those fingers baby, don't cover your moans. Lemme hear ‘em, lemme hear your pretty moans baby” his words work like magic, your hips rubbed against your fingers, making it plunge deeper into you, it feels good, so so good.

Yuuta tilted his head back, his hand gripping the phone. He fears that the more he listens to you he's going to break it any moment now.

Your voice sounded so hot that he could see how you'd look like right now, sitting prettily on the center of the bed – skin glistening from sweat, hips grinding against your palm desperately, staring at him with those puppy eyes – oh fuck, he'd fuck you right there if he could.

Still, it wasn't enough. It'll never be enough.

“Pretty, do you hear me?” You’re so lost in pleasure that his voice just passes from one ear to another and you can't seem to hear anything other than how your pussy makes such embarrassing noises, dripping with slick, so wet.

“Yuu, m’gonna cum”

“No!”

Your mouth hangs open, shocked and surprised – you slowed your movements, listening to his voice, more focused now.

“M’sorry yuu, just miss you s’much, ca-can’t do anything without you” he heard you sniffle, he stroked his cock fast and hard, fuck fuck fuck, he can't hold on much longer.

“Shit, no no baby it's ‘kay, I just can't hear anything, can you please put your phone near your pussy?”

“O-okay” You remained still for a minute, feeling awkward by his request but you obeyed nonetheless.

You placed your phone near your fingers, continuing what you were doing earlier. Free hands palmed your breasts, tweaking the hard nipple against your fingers, shit you're not gonna last long.

“Ah, mhm Yuu gonna cum, please Yuu can I cum, please let me cum.”

“Yes yes yes, go ahead baby cum, scream my name okay”

With another stroke of your fingers, your body trembled, orgasm washing over you screaming the words he so badly wanted to hear – Yu-Yuuta! – He soon followed, panting and grunting before he spilled his load, making a mess over his fingers and some spilled on his bare stomach.

It still feels lacking, a bit lonely after Yuuta has cleared his mind – he feels like a loser, even if you're just at the other side of the phone.

He's used to having you, having you just beneath his fingers, so when he's called in again for an overseas mission, he thought he'll last – turns out, he's wrong.

“Y/n...”

Silence.

“Y/n? Baby?”

He heard you snore, snoozing soundly, yeah, he remembers you fall asleep so easily after sex.

Sighing, he smiled to himself an image of you sleeping so cutely flashed through his mind – he should really finish this mission, urgently. Probably after he finishes cleaning up.

“Sleep well pretty girl, I miss you.”

[fandoms-writings]

How about Vampire!Bucky with “Keep your pretty eyes on me.” and “You shouldn’t be out here by yourself.”?

But like, the classic vampires of Anne Rice, not the sparkly bastards from twilight? Perhaps soft!dark too?

Love Bites

Pairing: Dark!Vampire!Bucky x Human!Reader

Word Count: 3.4K (i just can't not write long fics)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, HEAVY DUBCON , smut, p in v sex, oral (fem receiving), blood, vampire feeding, it's kinda dark tbh, use of mind control (if i miss any please let me know so i can add it <;3)

A/N: I hope you enjoy love! this was tons of fun to write <3 thank you big time to @aquariusbarnes for beta reading for me! all mistakes are my own though.

Masterpost || Bucky Masterlist

You sniffled as you walked, watching the stone of the old road pass under your feet. You wished you could appreciate the history of the place, really take it in like you wanted to. You wished you could enjoy this trip like you intended to. You worked so hard to get the time off, to pay for it. It was your anniversary trip, you were supposed to be having fun.

This was anything but. You'd gone to the bar with John, your piece of shit husband, and he'd excused himself to the bathroom, but when you noticed he'd been gone awhile, you went looking for him. Just to find the bathroom door locked, moans flowing out from the crack at the bottom. The bar had a strict 'no sex in the bathroom' rule, so the bouncer kicked in the door, and there was John, balls deep in a girl you recognized from the booth next to the one you'd been waiting at. 

You'd removed your ring, threw it on the ground, and stormed out, which was a shame. You loved that ring, the ruby was just gorgeous in it. But John hadn't even chased after you, it was like he was a different person. 

You thought about the way he looked at you when the bouncer kicked in the door. His pupils were blown wide and it was like he wasn't even there anymore. You did take notice of the white dust around the edge of his nose though, so maybe he wasn't there. But that's no excuse, especially because you'd never even seen him do drugs. 

"You shouldn't be out here by yourself," said a voice from behind you. It was low and soft, smooth like honey. You turned around, wiping the tears from your face before looking at your observer. "It's dangerous at night." 

You gave him a tight lipped smile, "Thanks for the warning." He stepped out from the shadow, and you couldn't help the nerves that lit on fire in your belly. He was tall, built but not too muscular, his hair was cropped short, almost like a military cut. His sharp jaw was clean shaven, and he had gentle blue eyes. 

"You alright?" He asked, gesturing to your disheveled state. You sighed, pursing your lips for a moment debating on if you should really tell a stranger your life, but you'd probably never see him again, so what's the harm? 

"I'm supposed to be here on my anniversary trip," You muttered, "but I found him cheating not even two days into our trip, so. . ." You crossed your arms, shrinking in on yourself as he approached you. 

"Well, he sounds like an idiot," He said, stopping in front of you, "He'd have to be a moron to be able to even take his eyes off of you." He held his hand out, "I'm Bucky." 

You introduced yourself, placing your hand in his and let out a small gasp when he raised your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss to your knuckles. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, even if it was something terrible that brought you out this way." He smiled, releasing your hand. "Can I walk with you? Just make sure you get to wherever you're going safely, if nothing else." 

You hesitated. This was a stranger, in an unfamiliar city, asking to walk with you to where you were staying. It sounded like a terrible disaster just waiting to happen. You shouldn't let him come with you to the hotel. 

Before you could process what was happening, you heard your voice agree, telling him he could join you, but you didn't remember giving your mouth permission to say those things. 

He fell into step beside you, keeping his hands shoved in his pockets, only bumping your elbow with his if he was trying to show you something. He told you about the city as you walked, distracting you from the events of earlier. He stopped at an old ice cream place, buying you a small cup of your favorite flavor, and taking you to a small park bench where he sat with you while you ate. 

"Thank you," You said when you finished your cup. He took it and threw it away before coming back and sitting next to you. "You really don't have to stick with me all night. I'm sure you have places to be." 

"This is the only place I want to be right now," He looked over at you with a small smile. 

"With a stranger?" You ask, wrapping your arms around yourself. The ice cream was good, but that mixed with the small night breeze, you can't stop the chills running up your spine. Bucky took notice and stood, pulling his sweater off and offering it to you as he sat back down. 

"I'd say you're just a little more than a stranger now," He chuckled. 

"I guess you're right," You smiled. 

"Are you planning on going back to your hotel?" He asked, "Would your husband be there?" 

Fuck, he's right. Your smile falls as you think about it. Where else would John go except back to the hotel? You didn't want to stay there if he was going to be there. He had a key so he could be there already, and you weren't ready for that. You didn't want to face him right now. 

You hang your head with a sigh, the tears beginning to well in your eyes again. "I don't know. I don't want to see him, but I have nowhere else to go. And neither does he, so he would definitely be there." You wiped at your face with your hands and let out a groan. 

Bucky didn't respond immediately, but when you looked over at him to apologize for all the drama going on in your life, he looked like he was debating on telling you something. 

"What is it?" You prompted, watching as he sighed. 

"I know you just met me," he started, "and by no means do you have to accept, but I have a spare room that you are more than welcome to stay in. At least for the night, and then in the morning you can sort your hotel stuff out and go stay wherever you want." 

You went to decline, this wasn't something you would accept from a stranger for multiple reasons. You didn't know him that well, you didn't want to impose, and he could be dangerous. But it was like when he asked to walk with you earlier - it felt like your body had a mind of its own as you heard yourself agreeing to stay with him, and before you knew it, you were following him to a lavish apartment building in the middle of the city. 

"You live here?" You asked as you eyed the building in wonder, the towering skyrise seemingly reaching into the heavens. 

"I do," He smirked down at you as he held the door open for you, leading the way to the elevator. You watched as he pressed the very top floor button.

"Top floor, huh?" 

"Best view of the city, you'll see," He smiled down at you before looking forward again. You eyed him a bit - you could've swore you saw a hint of a different color in his eyes, but you couldn't get another good look to confirm. 

The elevator stopped and you pulled the sweater tighter around you, nerves beginning to set you more on edge then before as you waited for the doors to open. 

The doors opened, and he was right, the view was spectacular. 

The place was lined with floor to ceiling windows where you could see the expanse of almost the entire city below you. There were only a few lights on here and there, the place mostly lit up by the moon right out the windows. 

His decor screamed money in a dark modern luxury type of way. The furniture was all dark wood with even darker cushions. You kept him in your peripheral as you walked around the room. If you had to guess, he was probably working for the mafia, or he was a CEO of some huge company you'd never heard of. No one his age could afford this place without being famous for something. 

"You want anything to drink? Or eat?" He asked as he led the way to the kitchen, turning on lights as he went.

"Just some water would be lovely," You said, following a bit behind him. Something about this place made you uneasy, you weren't sure what it was - if it was him, or how high up you were, or the fact that for some reason you had agreed to this - but you were attempting to keep your distance just in case. 

You watched as he filled your glass and slid it across the counter in front of you, adding nothing strange to your drink in the process. 

That's good at least, you thought. He started talking about where the shower was, where you could find towels, and that he'd get you a spare change of clothes so you didn't have to smell like the bar anymore. You took him up on the offer, grabbing everything you needed before locking yourself in the grand guest bathroom. 

~~~

"This is the guest room, and I'm down the hall," Bucky stated as you followed him through the hall. You noticed none of the bedrooms had windows and you thought it was odd, but at least the sun wouldn't wake you the second it rose. 

"Thank you, for letting me stay," You said, fiddling with the edge of the shirt he gave you, your legs warmed by the fleece pants. "I really appreciate it. I owe you." 

"Of course," He smiled down at you. "You don't owe me anything," he reached forward, picking a piece of lint from your shoulder, "all I want to do is help you forget about your husband." 

Your brows scrunched together, "What?" 

"After the night you've had, don't you think you deserve to have some fun?" He suggested, reaching to cup your cheek. His hand was oddly cold, but you did just take a hot shower so you didn't think too much about it. "Say the word, and I'll make you forget about your moron of a husband. Or I'll leave you to your room." 

It was like all the air was sucked out of your lungs as you stared up at him. He wore this look of sincerity and. . . hunger? How long had it been since you'd been on the receiving end of that stare? John hadn't really cared the past few months, you'd hoped this trip would spark something in him again. He'd run off with some woman from the bar, not even 50 feet from you, so what harm would sleeping with Bucky do? 

He'd been nothing but nice to you, catering really. He'd taken care of you, though you did have those two moments where your body betrayed you in favor of his wishes. But, maybe that was your body telling you something. If anything, you'd just slip out in the morning the second the sun came up. 

Reaching up to grab his hand, you nodded, "Make me forget about him." You whispered it, but the second it left your lips, his eyes darkened, darker than you've ever seen anyone's eyes go. 

He nodded, moving to lace your fingers with his as he led you down the hall to the master bedroom. It was just as lavish as the rest of the apartment, maybe even more so. The bed was massive, lined with a deep rich red comforter and sheets that looked as soft as clouds. He pulled you to the edge of it before cupping your cheeks, pulling you in till you were just a breath away. 

"Are you sure?" He asked, looking to you for confirmation before he moved. 

"Yes," You muttered, gasping when his lips met yours. It was slow at first, the way his lips moved with yours, like he was learning how you kissed, how you liked to be kissed, before he deepened it. His tongue slipped past your lips, taking a quick taste at your mouth before retreating, like he was asking for permission - permission which you granted. 

He tasted the entirety of your mouth as he hands moved under the shirt to paw at your skin, gripping and pulling you flush against him as he groaned into your mouth. He guided you towards the bed, pulling away to let you lay across the comforter, which was as soft as you imagined. 

Laying himself above you, he slotted his knee between your legs, pushing his thigh into your warm core, smirking at the small whine you let out as your hips grinded down on his thigh. "Eager are you?" He mumbled against your lips, "Did your lousy husband never satisfy you?" 

"He used to, but not lately," it ignited a bit of shame, admitting how unfulfilled you were in your marriage, but all Bucky did was smile as his hands moved to the waistband of your pants. 

"I'll fix that," he pulled your pants gently down your legs, admiring your skin as he went. "Don't you worry." He winked at you before grabbing one of your legs and starting a trail of wet kisses up from your ankle. Suddenly, it was like all of your nerves fizzled out. You were almost completely comfortable laying there, like you belonged. 

He ran his nose up your calf and your thigh, stopping at your hip to place another wet kiss, sucking a bit on your skin and sending shivers of excitement up your spine. Pushing the shirt up over your chest, he followed it with his lips and his tongue, inhaling your skin, savoring it as long as he could. You'd never had someone be so attentive, so infatuated with you that they took their time like this. He helped you out of the shirt before settling between your thighs.

"I've barely even started and you're already dripping," He slowly said, his voice starting the butterflies in your stomach. He leaned down, placing a gentle peck to your clit, smirking when your hips jolted, trying to get more pressure. "You are eager." 

"Please," You whispered, watching with half lidded eyes, "please, Bucky." 

"Mm," he hummed, reaching up to grab your breast, gently tugging on your hardened nipple, "only because you asked so sweetly." 

He flattened his tongue along your folds before dragging it up and circling his lips around your clit, groaning into you when you let out a wanton moan. Your hands dove down, trying to grip his short cropped hair, tugging him closer with what you could grab, settling for just gripping his head. 

He ate you like he'd done this a thousand times before. He knew exactly when to speed up, and when to slow to keep you teetering on the edge, the band that quickly grew in your stomach just ready to snap. 

He pulled his tongue off of you, cooing at you when you whined at the loss, trying to pull him back. He pulled his hand from your breast, using his thumb to circle your clit, pushing on it every so slightly. 

"Now," He started, his voice raspy as he sunk a finger into your cunt, "I need just one thing from you, before I give you what you want - what you need." 

You looked down at him, swallowing the sudden nerves in your throat as you nodded. 

He smirked, his eyes going red, "I need you to stay still, and keep your pretty eyes on me." 

Your body froze and your eyes went wide. His suddenly red eyes sent a spark of fear through you, but your body wouldn't move out from under him, no matter how much you tried.  It was just like before, where your body followed his exact commands.

"Good girl," He growled as he curled his finger, brushing at that spongy spot, "I'll only take a little, I promise." His mouth opened in a hungry pant and you watched as his canines lengthened themselves into points. 

You wanted to run, to put as much distance between you and him as possible, but your body wouldn't move. He pulled at the skin of your thigh before gently sinking his fangs into you, the sharp pain only lasting a second before it went numb. You could feel him lapping at your skin, the blood flowing into his mouth.

He looked up at you for a split second before his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he moaned, the vibration running through your muscles. You shouldn't be turned on by this, you know you shouldn't, but the way he looked at you after, like you hung the sky itself, it was intoxicating. 

He pulled away gently, licking up the bit that escaped his lips before turning his attention back to you. "You taste even better than you smell." He wiped at the corner of his mouth with his free hand, licking the blood off of it before climbing up your body, curling his fingers again. 

"Now," He said, pulling his finger free from your pussy's grip on it, and pulling his cock free from his trousers, "Your turn." 

He lined himself up with your entrance after coating himself in your slick, and pushed in slowly to the hilt, filling you in a way you never knew before. He groaned once he was seated all the way in and he reached to grab your legs, holding them as he slowly started to rock into you. 

"I've been watching you since you got here," He stated, relishing in the tears that were starting in your eyes, "Your dumbass of a husband following you like a bored teenage boy. You deserve better. Then," He slammed his hips into yours, closing his eyes at the feeling of being so deep in you, "then I got a whiff of you, of your blood when you got that paper cut opening the welcoming card from your hotel. I knew I had to have you." 

He dropped one of your legs, placing his hand over your stomach, pushing down on the bulge he was creating with every thrust, the band in your stomach starting to grow tight again. "It was easy, getting him to listen to me. I found him in the bathroom, told him to fuck the girl who was gonna join him, and sent her in there." He smiled deviously down at you, an eerie hint of obsession tinting his eyes.  

"Then it was just a matter of waiting till you were far enough away from him that I could approach you," He leaned down till his nose was brushing against yours, "And fuck you're perfect. Make some noise for me, will you baby?" 

A loud moan tore itself from your throat and you couldn't stop the series of curses that left your lips as he sped up his hips, slamming into you, hitting that spongy spot over and over and over, quickly bringing you over the edge. But he stopped before you could topple over, and he gripped your cheeks, making you look at him again. 

"You'll forget about him," he ordered, "you belong to me, now." 

You couldn't remember who he was talking about, or what had happened. All you knew was that you were his, and he was yours. And he was fucking you so good. 

"That's it," He smiled when he noticed that familiar look in your eyes. His hand left your face, and his thumb circled your clit as he pounded into you again, tossing you quickly over the edge. Your orgasm washed over you in waves, your walls gripping him as he kept pumping in and out of you, quickly pushing you towards another one. 

The second one took you just a fast, your blood roaring in your ears. The smell of your blood rushing through your veins pushed him to his climax and you watched his hips stutter before painting your walls with his spend. 

"That's my girl," He panted. Once you caught your breath, he smiled down at you, "I have something for you." 

You smiled, "For me?" 

He reached for his pants without pulling out of you, and his hand dove into the pocket, pulling out a gorgeous ring. It had a silver band, with a ruby surrounded by small square cut diamonds. 

"Bucky," You gasped, "That's gorgeous, but why?" 

"My girl deserves pretty things, don't you think?" He slid it over your finger, smirking as it fit perfectly. "Look, it's like it was made for you." 

You smiled bright up at him with a laugh. "It's perfect," you muttered before reaching up to pull him down to you, slotting your lips over his, "Thank you." 

"Anything for my girl." 

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i’m so happy seeing you back here😭😭 and since request are now open, can i maybe request reader going home early just to find boyfriend! jeno and best friend!jaemin jerking of each other but thinking abt you (moaning your name)

Déjà Vu (무대로; 舞代路)

pairing: lee jeno x na jaemin (x reader? (she/her pronouns))

au/genre: smut, established relationship (between jeno and reader), best friend!jaemin, sub!jeno, dom!jaemin

word count: 1665 words

warnings: god where do it start? mxm content, highkey cheating, bro-talk, alcohol consumption and sexual activities under the influence, sexualization of reader (this is not really respecting women of nomin..), jealousy kink...?, hand jobs, pet names (literally. "puppy".), mentions of: blowjobs, anal, public sex, facials and just reader's body in general, dirty talk, degradation (of reader who is not present), getting caught, this is very unserious. let me know if i missed something.

a/n: you ask and you shall receive. i hope this is kind of what you were looking for? i assumed jaemin is jeno's best friend, i hope that's what you meant <3 um.. yeah. i hope you enjoy? i apologize for any mistakes, this was written in my notes app. also, i'm kind of proud of the title.

You're standing in the doorframe – flabbergasted. Just half an hour prior, you'd been thrilled beyond belief that your ass of a boss offered to let you go home early today (of course only because he knows you know that this way he can guilt-trip you to stay longer another time). On the way home, you kept smiling, sang along to the music blasting from the radio until you pulled into the driveway of Jeno's house. You'd texted your boyfriend earlier about your early release, not receiving a reply but also not expecting one. To be fair, Jeno is a great boyfriend, but once he starts gaming, his mind can't focus on anything else. Knowing his best friend Jaemin was visiting today, you were sure that's what they were doing: Gaming. Well, or so you thought until you saw the sight before you.

"Guys...?"

_______

"You need to control your woman, Jeno," Jaemin says, sipping at his beer that (at 2 in the afternoon) might not have been the ideal choice of drink considering the time, and the fact that it had already three antecedents with a similar alcoholic strength. Jaemin is by far not a lightweight, and he knows his tolerance and what happens when he drinks, so the inevitable was at least predicted: his mouth gets a little too loose for his own good.

"Care to elaborate?" Jeno furrows his brows purely in confusion, not at all in distress.

"The skirts," Jaemin elaborates, hands gesturing in the air without tenor, "too short."

"Ah," Jeno laughs, chest buzzing deeply as the sounds rumble up his throat, "yeah. Man, that's out of my reach. I can't tell her what to wear, you know? Feminism and stuff."

"Man," is all Jaemin can add. He knows this is kind of a weird thing for him to say. Don't get him wrong, he's not drunk enough for his moral compass to lay face-down passed-out somewhere in the corner of his brain, it's rather the mean alcohol taping its mouth shut with duct tape so all it can do is jump around and wave its arms, but not voice what exactly is wrong with this.

"Is it riling you up?" Jeno interrupts Jaemin's thoughts of trying to figure out what's going wrong right now. Immediately, a dirty grin pulls at the left corner of Jaemin's mouth, eyelids heavy as he gives his best friend a singular nod and a quick raise of his eyebrows to confirm the statement. Jeno mirrors the expression. "I get it, bro. I mean, as long as you respect that she's mine, there's no harm in looking, you get me?"

"Is there harm in... thinking, though?" Jaemin asks, chin tilting down to make him look up at Jeno questioningly before he adds a quick "Bro?"

"Well, no. What were you thinking?" Jeno asks from his place at the other end of the small couch, leaning forward to create a more intimate ambiance for Jaemin to spill his guts about the rearrangements he'd love to do concerning Jeno's girlfriend's guts. Should he be a little more worried about this? Maybe. Is the alcohol in his system calming the tiny jealous part he has in him? Not really. Is the alcohol in his system turning him on which results in him not giving a shit about the specific contents of his conversation as long as it contains sex? Absolutely!

"Look, man, respectfully," Jaemin says, placing his close-to-empty bottle on the table before leaning forward as well, "I'd not say no if things were different."

"Look at this guy," Jeno grins, and Jaemin breaks out an even wider one, "her short skirts, huh? That's what's setting you off? That's what's getting you hard?"

"What can I say," Jaemin shrugs, grin still evident on his features, horny-clouded brain ignoring the way Jeno keeps coming closer, the older's grin fading slowly but surely. Okay, maybe the jealous part is a little bigger than estimated. Jeno keeps coming closer, a finger acting with a mind of its own as it presses into Jaemin's (admittedly beefy) chest to push him back against the back rest.

"Hands off my girlfriend," Jeno almost growls. He's towering over Jaemin, the younger's smile not fading whatsoever, unfazed by the older's attempts to seem intimidating and dangerous.

"Do you remember that night after Chenle's party?" Jaemin has no clue why his mind brought this memory back up, possibly since it includes him and Jeno in a similar position.

"I do," Jeno gulps, eyes switching between Jaemin's.

"You're hot when you're mad, bro," Jaemin confesses before he can even start thinking about stopping himself. Also, he finds, there is no need for his blood to rush downwards only because he thinks about you in a skirt, assuming this is the sole reason for his tightening pants.

"I am?" Jeno's gaze flickers down to Jaemin's lips. His brain has yet to catch up with this rollercoaster of emotions, having gone from his general chill vibe Jeno to horny Jeno to jealous Jeno to am i about to fuck my best friend (again)? Jeno in a span of not many minutes (who's counting?).

"Yeah, and I'd give a nut to see you and her in bed together, both if I get to film it."

"I can't let that happen," Jeno says, opting for his voice to sound stern and sure, but it sounds more like he's about to cum in his pants untouched. Maybe he is.

"What are you gonna do about it, puppy? What if I fucked your girlfriend, huh? What would you do?" Jaemin has no idea where this is coming from, but it's coming from somewhere and it felt really urgent for him to get it out. Admittedly, he does not regret it one bit as judging by the way Jeno's brows knit together, eyes gloss over and lips start to trembe, he's just pushed the right buttons. Experimentally, Jaemin grinds his hips upwards, causing his confined cock to press against Jeno's who is not able to admit that he finds himself in a similarly aroused state. Instinctively, Jaemin's hands find Jeno's waist. The older gasps at the action, not really sure how to think with his brain when his balls tell him to let Jaemin do his thing, whatever that might include.

"This is still about her, right?" Jeno still manages to ask, breath shaking as Jaemin goes to open both of their jeans.

"Sure. This is just like after Chenle's party, pretend this is about football," Jaemin states, mind clouded with thoughts about his best friend and you, and how he would turn your sex life upside down.

"S-seriously, though," Jeno's voice shakes as he gets to enjoy the way Jaemin's hand sneaks into his boxers to finally touch him. "Are you thinking about her?"

"All the time," Jaemin admits truthfully, not breaking the eye contact Jeno's created. He wraps a hand around Jeno's length, his other hand pulling the older's pants down enough too free his throbbing errection that weights hotly in his hand. "I think about her lips and how perfectly they'd stretch around my cock."

"Shit," Jeno moans, eyes rolling back as Jaemin starts stroking him. "Keep going."

"I need to see her gagging, tears rolling down her cheeks." Jaemin moans at the thought, "touch me."

Jeno hastily complies, freeing Jaemin's hardness as well, not ever having realized how much he's missed the girth of it against his palm. At this, Jaemin groans deeply, hips bucking immediately as he sets a steady pace stroking Jeno as well.

"Her legs too, especially in those skirts. Makes me wonder about the kind of ass she hides from me," Jaemin continues and Jeno whines at the his words, jealousy bubbling up inside him to only fuel his need to cum.

"H-her ass is-" Jeno halts with a moan as Jaemin swipes his thumb over Jeno's tip, "tight."

"Fuck." Jaemin throws his head back as Jeno picks up the pace of stroking him. "Tell me about her cunt."

Jeno's thoughts are all over the place, remembering every single time he's had the chance to stuff you full of his cock, burying himself balls deep inside of you, and it honestly makes his head spin even more. "So wet 'n perfect," he babbles, eyes lidded as he presses his forehead against Jaemin's, "she takes me so well every time, like the good slut she is."

"Mhm, that's what I thought. Your little whore, our little whore- fuck, go faster," Jaemin moans as Jeno does exactly what he's told, the older's sounds turning Jaemin on beyond belief, as well as the thoughts about you that make him want to show up at your workplace unannounced and have his way with you in front of all of your colleagues to show them who you belong to. Involuntary though unmistakably, your name slips from Jaemin's lips.

"Guys...?"

In shock, Jeno's hand stops its movements, but Jaemin is quick to react as he grabs the older's jaw. "Keep going. Fucking look at her and keep going, puppy."

Jeno's wide eyes stay fixated on your shocked face as you analyze the scene unfolding in front of your eyes, though he complies and keeps jerking his best friend off. Jaemin knows you heard him moan your name, though he throws it in two more times to really be sure, knee pushing upwards against Jeno's balls to get him to the edge faster. "Tell her I want her," Jaemin commands, eyes trained on you as well, not missing the way your thighs press together at the sight in front of you.

"W-we want you," Jeno whines, hips stuttering before he releases with a groan, cum splashing out all over Jaemin's shirt almost up to his chin as he guides Jeno through his gut-wrenching high that's quickly followed by syllables of your name. It doesn't take long for Jaemin after that as he sends you a wink before asking: "Do you want it on your face, puppy?"

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VINYLS

summary : it was margot's turn to pick where to go for date night, and she had the perfect idea of what you'd like.

warning/s : margot robbie x fem! reader, brief smut, mostly fluff, some angst, top! margot, bottom! reader, profanities, not proofread.

word count : ya'll alr know i didn't check

authors note : this was requested here. margot is so goddamn angelic i can't. i'm so so sorry, the ending is really rushed, i can make a part two if you lot want one ! but anyway enjoyy ! ౨ৎ

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scrolling through your instagram feed, you shoved another handful of popcorn into your mouth. you had been sat on this same kitchen island stool for two hours and thirty three minutes. yes you were counting.

today was date night and you were so excited to see what margot had planned for the evening, well, for the first hour you were. now you were bored out of your mind. and really uncomfortable too.

picking at the seams of your floral dress, you eyed the dripping tap, willing your girlfriend to come down the stairs soon. maybe if you just ignored margot’s ringing phone in your hand two hours ago, you wouldn’t be here right now. she had texted you that the director called her into a major meeting that she just had to attend.

“I’ll only be a minute!” she called out as she shut the door to your shared bedroom. inhaling deeply, you hopped off the kitchen stool. taking off your leather trench coat and hanging it on the pole at the bottom of the stairs, you made your way to your bedroom where margot’s sweet voice chatted away in a hushed voice. you had decided to take matters into your own hands.

you opened the door slowly as you pressed your index finger to your lips, indicating margot to not take notice of your entrance. taking off your black doc martens, you smirked as you caught the blonde eyeing you down.

once your first task was done, you gently straddled your girlfriend, taking her free hand and guiding it to unzip your dress.

as you crawled off margot, you shimmied the dress off making sure to really emphasise your boobs.

margot drew her eyes away as she found herself stuttering on the phone. clearing her throat, she focused on the floor, forcing herself to stop gaping at you.

climbing into your girlfriend’s lap you started your ministrations on her neck, holding the blonde’s free hand in yours, making sure she doesn’t push you away. disguising her first moan with a load cough, margot glared down at you as the moans became more frequent.

working your way down to her breasts you groped and bit them through her cream coloured silk button down. taking a shaky breath, margot informed her director that she needed a second and would call her back immediately. after quick goodbyes, she ended the call as she pushed your hands away from her body.

“what the hell do you think you’re fucking doing?” , she questioned you, smoothing out her creased top. “oh don’t act like you’re so goddamn innocent, you kept me waiting for so long downstairs; any longer and i might’ve started decaying!” you grumbled as you glared at her.

“so you come up here and start seducing me? and may i add, while i was on a very important work phone call. what are you, three?” she grunted. grimacing as you looked at her expression, you almost regretted your actions. but two whole hours of your life had been wasted waiting for her to be done with this stupid thing and she promised you, she promised you this night was going to be amazing. and so far she was failing miserably.

picking your clothes up, you got dressed in silence, refusing to make eye contact with your girlfriend. putting your shoes on finally, you made your way out the bedroom door, not uttering a word.

thirty minutes later, margot came downstairs, an apologetic expression painted over her distinct features. "i'm so sorry baby. i knew that tonight was our night and i still let work take over. i should've told her it wasn't a good time, but i didn't. so i want to make it up to you. this whole weekend it's just me and you. i got my director to clear my calendar. i'm all yours." the blonde said, her tone filled with remorse.

you could make her really work for it, really punish her for making you wait. but not with those glistening ocean blue eyes silently begging you.

"fine." , was your short response as you hopped off the sofa, smoothing out your dress. "where are we going?" you asked, being extremely blunt on purpose.

"we're going vinyl shopping, i know how much you love them and-" cutting off her sentence midway, you jumped into her arms, any former conflict diminished. ? "baby that's so sweet! i love you, i love you, mphh", you giggled smothering margot in pecks all over her face.

grinning, margot eyed your face blissfully. "i'm happy you're happy." she sighed as she enveloped you in her arms, squeezing you tightly.

"i love you." she confessed into your neck, her arms wrapped around your waists. you were in for a night to remember.

[vi-for-vendetta]

I want to be peacefully minding my own business, perhaps overconfidently walking home a bit late at night in something a bit too revealing for wandering eyes. Then, just as I let my guard down entirely, someone will come up behind me, slap their hand over my mouth and begin to tie me up.

I can't tell if it's more than one set of hands, all I know is that I'm being gagged and bound as I'm thrown in the back of a van. I'm blindfolded and carted off somewhere, my tied up body tossed onto a bed, maybe it's just a mattress on the floor, as if I was nothing more than a coat being discarded at the end of the day.

I'm still blindfolded as I'm tied into a new position against what I'm sure now must be a bed with a bedframe. My arms are tied over my head, as if to either side of a headboard. My ankles quickly follow as my legs are kicked over my head and tied to the same place my wrists have been.

My blindfold is peeled off and I can see I'm in some dark basement room, surrounded by masked men and women with their dicks out.

"Try to scream and you'll regret it."

My gag is removed and I'm too stunned to talk, my mouth is agape in shock.

"Look at her, already ready for her job!" I hear another voice say.

Before I can process what's happening, a cock is shoved in my mouth. I gag hard, it's too big to fit, but the person straddled over my face is determined to get it all the way in. I cry, I think I'm going to vomit, there's no way it can get in any further. But then, the person forces themselves past the barrier of my throat and gets balls deep into my mouth.

I whimper.

Just as I think I am able to process the sensations that come with the assault on my mouth, I feel hands all over my body.

A firm hand spanks my ass.

Calloused fingers tug at and twist my nipples.

Fingers curl inside my wet cunt.

"God, she's already soaked, she must love this!"

"I bet this is what she's always dreamed of."

I hum something, maybe a hum of protestation, against the cock in my mouth. It does nothing but make the person on top of me moan and thrust harder.

"Keep doing that, baby."

For some reason, I comply. I keep moaning. Am I really getting pleasure from this like they said?

I feel something like a marker dance across my thigh, my tits, over my womb. I have no idea what it says, but the people writing on me sure seems amused.

Then, the person in my mouth starts to buck against me faster.

"I'm gonna cum, baby, keep that pretty mouth tight against me. That's it. Just like that."

He's close. I'm frightened to think what him cumming so deep in my throat will feel like, but before I can give it much thought, he's pumping me with his seed, and someone else is shoving their cock into my pussy.

I scream against the cock in my mouth. Who ever stuffed my cunt is far too big to be in there.

It hurts.

Before I can protest, the man on top of me hops off, adds a tally on my tits, and slaps me on the face.

"Good job, slut."

Another person quickly takes his place.

The person fucking my cunt moves faster, in rhythm with the person my mouth.

My brain goes fuzzy.

"Let me try something," I hear a voice in the distance say. Then, all of a sudden, my nipples are being stabbed with something. I scream, but it's once again muffled by a cock.

"There, she looks so much better with little cow rings in her."

My nipples have been pierced and I can tell they're ring shaped, because someone instantly starts to pull on them.

There's a sharp slap against my pussy from the person fucking my cunt, "Why don't we put on here, too?"

I shake my head in protest. The room fills with laughter. And before it subsides, I have a clit piercing. Another little ring to be tugged on.

My vision begins to go fuzzy from all of the pain, or maybe it's pleasure, and I fade out of consciousness.

I wake to the sharp sting of someone forcing their cock into my virgin ass hole.

I scream, for the first time unmuffled by a cock, but that quickly changes as a wad of fabric is stuffed in my mouth.

This goes on for what feels like days, but it very well could've been just a few hours.

But now each time I come back to consciousness, there are less screams, more moans. I buck my hips against the people fucking my now gaping cunt and ass. I swirl my tongue against the cocks in my mouth, I thank people after they've cum in me.

My body is covered in tallies keeping track of how many times people have cum in my mouth, my ass, and my cunt. There's also a tally of how many times I've cum. It's a shockingly large tally. I don't remember cumming that much, maybe at all.

But I don't care, I love the feeling of cum dripping out of me. I crave it now.

I stick out my tongue for the next cock, I wiggle my ass towards the people at the end of the bed, hoping to beckon them to my holes.

After god knows how long, my belly begins to swell and my tits fill with milk. My captors now take pleasure in drinking from me and feeding me my own milk.

I only respond to them in nods of pleasure and sharp yeses now, so they get bolder with truly using me to explore all their desires.

I'm told to open my mouth, of course I oblige. Hot piss steams into my mouth, over my tits.

Someone in the background apparently loves the look of this and decides to join. My mouth and chest become a group urinal.

The person fucking my ass then makes their perpetual presence known by pissing in my ass hole. The sensation is unlike anything I've ever felt.

I love it. I moan and swallow the piss in my mouth. The room fills with laughter.

"My god, she's such a fucking whore!"

"I think I'm in love!"

"This bitch is perfect!"

It's music to my ears.

I want to stay like this forever.

[buckymorelikefuckme]

golden hour

steve rogers x reader

words: 1.1k

warnings: **18+ ONLY** unprotected sex (don't do that), consensual somno, sleepy sex, lapslock. if i missed anything pls let me know.

a/n: it's almost three in the morning but i can't sleep so have this. its... so soft. ugh. anyway, any and all mistakes are mine! feedback is encouraged & appreciated <3

steve comes home during the golden light of sunrise to see your naked form delicately splayed out atop the mattress.

you're lying on your side, arms stretched out in front of you, face slack in your deep slumber. he's struck, for what has to be the millionth time, by the beauty of your body. the way your lashes fan out on top of your cheeks, the sweet dip of your waist as it flares into your hips, the full, plush curve of your ass, the gentle slope of your shoulders; even your bellybutton is captivating. your skin seems to glow against the stark white sheets tangled around your thighs.

the duvet has been kicked off the bed, as you often do in sleep, and steve knows it's because the warmth from the rising sun is splashed along your back. he lets himself admire you for a moment longer before he strips his clothing off until he's as bare as you.

carefully, not wanting to wake you, he slips into the bed with you, blocking the sun beams with his own body as he cozies up behind you. he presses soft, light kisses to your shoulder. you must have showered just before you went to sleep, the scent of your vanilla cashmere body wash tickling his nose. you're warm from sleep and steve seeks it out like a cat, allowing his hands to finally sweep down your side. your fingers twitch, but you remain still otherwise.

perhaps it makes him a terrible person, perhaps not, yet seeing you lost in sleep, lips pouty and breaths even, never fails to make pure want swirl in his gut, has his cock stirring in interest. it's easy to let his fingers make their way to your center, to slip them down to your opening and tease until he can feel your slick begin to coat the tips of them. your thighs squeeze around his hand, just a little, just enough to let him know your body is responding beautifully to his touch.

steve watches your face as he sinks two fingers inside you, smiling at the way your brows furrow. he starts to thrusts his fingers, hearing your breath hitch, seeing your hands clench and unclench around the sheets. he adds a third finger and now your eyelids flutter, quiet noises rising from your throat. you're not awake just yet, but he knows it won't be much longer.

a few moments pass and then he reluctantly extracts his hand, kissing your neck in silent apology when you softly whine from the loss. he's not done, though, not even close.

gently, he rolls you onto your back, brushing your hair out of your face as he makes room for himself between your thighs, unable to keep himself from rutting against you when his cock slides through your wetness. you gasp, somehow still lost in your subconscious, and steve decides he’ll just have to wake you up with his cock.

he lines himself up and eases home, groaning deeply as he bottoms out. you're whimpering, beginning to wiggle as the first signs of awareness hit you. steve pulls out, slow, but thrusts back in firmly, setting a steady pace right away.

your eyes finally crack open, though heavy with drowsiness.

“baby?” you ask through a raspy voice.

“hi, sweetheart,” steve grunts, leaning down to kiss his way from your breasts to your parted lips. “good morning.”

you halfheartedly return the sentiment, words carrying into a moan as steve quickens his pace now that you're awake.

neither of you say much of anything after that, just echoes of moans, calls of each other’s names, praises of how good you both feel. you cling to him, thighs clamping around his waist and your nails digging into his back. the sharp sting of it has his hips slamming into you, dragging out a high keen from your throat.

“i know, sweetheart, i know,” steve says, panting, dropping to his elbows on either side of your head, mesmerized by how lost in pleasure you are.

your back is arched, your pebbled nipples brushing steve’s chest as you completely surrender to him. it stuns him every time, how easily you give yourself over, put all of your trust into him that he’ll take care of you. he'd never do anything to compromise that. the feeling is much too heady to give up.

“please,” you beg on a whine, hips tilting up to meet his thrusts. “baby, please, i need you.”

he softly shushes you, brushing his nose with yours, drinking down your cries like the finest wine. “i'm right here, darlin’. i've got you, i've got you…”

blindly, you search for his lips, moaning when he closes the gap and kisses you, flicks his tongue along the roof of your mouth.

his thrusts are brutal now, unforgiving. you're chanting, his name and desperate pleas, and he knows that you're close. his own release is not far off, so he shifts his weight to one arm, sliding his free hand down your torso until his fingers graze where his cock is disappearing inside your wet heat. you cry out sharply when he gathers your slick and starts rubbing circles into your swollen clit. he curses at the way it has your walls squeezing his cock.

“c’mon, sweetheart. you've been so good,” he coaxes, “cum for me.”

a few more swipes from his fingers and you're tensing, mouth falling open, quiet at first, but like a dam breaking, you're crying out in satisfaction, gasping for breath as white hot pleasure wracks through your body. your hips jerk, sensitivity starting to take over, but steve knows you like a little overstimulation.

he rises onto his knees, spreading your thighs with his large hands so he has an unrestricted view of his cock in you. it doesn't take but a handful of thrusts and you whining his name for the coil of heat in his gut to snap. his hips still, cock buried to the hilt as he grunts and moans, spilling inside you. he stays there as he catches his breath, loving the way his skin tingles in the afterglow.

“god, i love you,” he says on an exhale.

you giggle sleepily. “i love you, too, baby.”

he sighs, running his hands up your stomach and settling them on your ribs. “i need to clean you up.”

“it can wait,” you assure him. “i know you're tired, and i definitely need a nap after that.”

steve huffs a laugh, not bothering to point out that you just woke up. he acquiesces with a kiss, carefully easing out of you and pulling you close, wrapping you within his embrace. he falls asleep to the feeling of your fingers gliding through the hair on his chest and the feather-light touch of your lips to his clavicle, knowing when he wakes up that you'll still be there and welcome him with more kisses and smiles.

[blueicequeen19]

Don’t Run

Warnings: primal kink, loss of V, nerdy/innocent reader

I never thought I'd be chasing down a girl. Not me. Never. Girls practcially fell down at my feet for just a scrap of attention but no, here I am chasing down the cute, nerdy, insecure, virgin who's got my head in such knots I can't think anymore.

I've searched for her for days and I only just recently found out that she works evenings closing the tiny local library we have. Now, she's running from me as I slip in through the door before she can lock it and I lock it behind me instead. We weren't leaving until I was done.

"Y/N! Don't make me chase you!" I shout, making my way through the stacks of books and towards the sound of her retreating footsteps.

"Just go away! I don't want to see you!" She yells back. Her voice is thick with emotion and I can almost bet she's been crying.

"I'm not leaving! Either come out or you won't like what happens!" I call back. "Or maybe you will." I mumble under my breath as I move up the end aisle, checking each one for where she might've decided to hide.

I pictured her eyes wide and frightened behind her glasses, her tits bouncing as she runs, and that perfect bubble butt peeking out of her school girl skirt. Fuck, I was hard. Maybe I did chase girls after all.

"Just go. You have plenty of options so go find one!" She yells from somewhere to my right.

"I don't want them." I snap. I spot the top of her head just as she ducks behind the large information desk but she hears me coming and takes off running towards the back of the building. She throws the door open to a storage room but I'm quicker as I catch the door before she can slam it shut. She squeals in terror as I slam the door shut behind me and I advance on her.

"I. Don't. Want. You!" She cries, slamming her hands against my chest then slaps me across the face.

"Then why are you upset? Why are you upset and crying over someone you don't want?" I demand, advancing on her in the tiny room.

"Because you show up at my work and chase me like some psycho!"

"You were mad before then." Her back meets the wall and she sucks in a breath, her body trembling from adrenaline. She's trapped. "You saw that girl kiss me but you didn't stick around long enough to see me shove her off me. I told you that you were the only one I want and I meant it."

"I don't believe you." She pants, shuddering against me as I brush the hair off her neck and stroke her pulse point with my thumb. Her pupils are dilated and I can make out her nipples through her shirt.

"I could've had any girl at the party suck my cock but I only want you to do it. I could've fucked probably two or three girls at the same time at the party but I only want you. I could've--." Her hand slaps over my mouth as she glares up at me.

"Shut. Up." She growls, narrowing those defiant eyes at me. Her jealousy turned me on too. I lick her hand and she gasps, yanking away from me but I wrap my arm around her waist, tangling the other in her hair before slamming my mouth against hers. I devour her mouth until she sags against me, her lips mimicking my own until I suck her tongue into my mouth and she moans sweetly.

"You won't listen to nice me so this is the version you get. If you don't want to believe the words coming out of my mouth then listen to what my body is saying. What yours is begging for from mine." I snarl against her lips, dipping my tongue in her mouth to taste her again as my hand dives between her legs. She squeals, trying to pull away but I cup her pussy and moan over what I find. She's so wet it's running down her thighs and her panties are sticking to her.

"You don't want me, huh?" I taunt, palming her clit as she trembles, baring her teeth at me.

"Fuck you."

"Filthy mouth." I pull in her for another kiss and she bites me. I smile as I yank her panties down her legs and slide my middle finger inside her tight walls. She's so tight that I can barely move my finger, let alone add another. She moans loudly, practically melting against me as she clings to my shirt for support.

"Cum on my fingers. Let me have it so you can take my cock." I urge against her panting lips.

"I'm not losing m-my virginity in a s-storage closet." She bites out, widening her legs to give me better access.

"You shouldn't have run from me." I press my thumb hard against her clit, curling my fingers until I reach that sweet spot that has her eyes roll back as she cums hard, gushing all over my hand and onto the floor. I have to hold her up as the orgasm wrecks her, leaving her breathless and drained. I free my cock a second later, coating it in her juices as her eyes track my every movement.

"That is not going inside me." She pushes against me, her eyes widening in fear but I can't help but laugh as I scoop her up and sit her on a stack of totes.

"It'll fit." I bring her in for another hard kiss, slapping my cock against her clit and making her whimper. I take her hand and wrap it around my length, making her stroke me. Her hand immediately feels so much better and I moan, leaning into her touch.

"JJ, we can't do this here." She whispers, letting her thumb swipe over my leaking slit.

"You ran. We could've done this in my bed but you ran." My spit lands between us and I work it down my length as I smear more of her arousal. I need her as wet as possible to keep from hurting her too much. I look up so I can see the look in her eyes as I push the tip in. Her eyes widen and her lips part in surprise.

"Relax. Let me in." I murmur, using my hand to guide myself in another inch while keeping ahold of the back of her neck. She releases a whimpered breath and I push in more.

I let out a choked moan, fighting off the urge to slam into her and fuck her until she’s leaking cum all over floor. I should get a medal for the amount of restraint I’ve shown, especially when she looks up at me with big pleading eyes and whimpers my name. This was going to be over before I even get started. Her pussy was literal heaven and I was never leaving.

[dissociation-station123]

Amongst Friends: Chapter Five

Smut ⚠️

Warning: This is all smut 🤷‍♀️

Gojo's POV

He takes in a bated breath at the erotic scene before him. Almost groaning out loud when Y/N calls out his name. Her hair sprawled out on the mattress, body perfectly arched with a euphoric look of pleasure present on her features. "What is going on?" Satoru's voice comes out in a low growl.

He watches as her far off state shifts to reality; just now understanding the circumstance she was in. He notices Suguru's grip tighten on her hips and she jolts up, moaning uncontrollably. Suguru looks almost feral as his tongue works to devour her needy pussy. "Fuck... please Suguru... I can't think..." She pleads with him but he ignores her cries.

Satoru swallows heavily as he watches her overcome with an orgasm. The way her legs shook and fingers dug into the bed trying to hold on to something. He felt his cock twitch painfully against his pants.

A small sense of guilt was nothing compared to the annoyance that they did not invite him to join. A wicked grin appears on his face as the dark eyes of his friend finally meet his own. "You fucking greedy bastard..." Satoru curses and Suguru simply shrugs.

Regular POV

Your mind and body are not listening as you try to recover from yet another orgasm. You glare down at Suguru who now wears a cocky smirk and licks his canines.

"Don't look at me like that..." he threatens and your body shivers. You attempt to sit up so you can address Satoru; to explain what the hell is happening. "Ah ah eyes on me..." He growls and his large hand wraps around your throat pulling you to him.

Suguru adds a bit of pressure, taking away oxygen for a few seconds before releasing. Your vision dots with black spots but your body vibrates to life. You cry out but are silenced by a fierce kiss, teeth nipping at your lower lip and tongue shoved down your throat. You ride the body high and give into him as one hand roams your hip and the other tugs your hair.

"Suguru..." You hear Satoru hiss, he was always a bit of a brat. But the tone he used in this moment to call out his friend's name was all aggression. He was no longer ok with being ignored.

Suguru pulls away and you whine. "Fuck that was cute..." His deep velvet voice whispers in your ear. "Satoru, you know I don't like sharing like you do...." You open your eyes and see his jaw clench.

You glance over at Satoru, those blue eyes lacked any playfulness. "This is a special occasion." He snaps back and you feel like prey caught between two predators who were starving.

You could feel a strange tension in the room. Both men stare each other down. It would be a ridiculous scene to witness; you and Suguru naked in bed while Satoru stands fully dressed.

"This is fucking ridiculous!" You suddenly speak up and both men snap out of it. "What the hell am I doing?" You run your hand down your face contemplating your choices.

"Fine Satoru just this once..." Suguru speaks up suddenly and you are pulled backwards into Satoru's chest. When you look up at him his eyes are low lidded and the smirk is devilish.

"Can I get a kiss too?" Satoru's expression changes to a pout, skillfully crafted to convey innocence and mask his devious thoughts. "Please..." He almost whimpers, your body reacts.

"I..." You try your hardest to form a sentence but the heat in your cheeks was distracting. Satoru turns your body to face him and kneels in front of you. His hand on your thigh and the other cupping your face, the coolness calming.

"You know me Y/N..." The bit of regular charm and cheerful personality cracks through. You find yourself slightly smiling. "It gets annoying to deal with me when someone gets something I want."

His thumb slides across your lower lip and he squeezes your leg. "Just this once..." He whispers his face inches from your own, his voice needy.

"Pfft..." His eyebrows knit together in confusion when you laugh. "Is that the equivalent to just the tip Satoru Gojo?" You respond sarcastically. His expression softens as you see him trying not to giggle himself as he shrugs.

You gulp and tense your jaw when his fingers tangle your hair pulling your face up. His breath ghosts over your neck. "Lovely, it would be much more than that..." His thumb caresses circles onto your inner thigh and you almost purr, you bite your inner cheek to maintain some form of sanity. "You're so fucking wet... Dripping down your thigh..."

You watch as he leans back a bit, making intense eye contact as he lifts his finger to his mouth and sucks them clean. "Ok..." you groan, rubbing your legs together at the visage in front of you.

"What was that?" Satoru tilts his head in mock confusion. "Speak up sweetheart. My beautiful Y/N." He cups your face and studies you. Fucking shit fuck...

"Kiss me Satoru!" You growl pulling him by the collar of his shirt and he grins as your lips meet. You yank him on top of you and he takes hold of your arms pushing them above your head.

"Slow down there..." Satoru scolds you and you roll your eyes. You wrap your legs around him, wanting to feel his body against yours. "Hah... so impatient..." Satoru takes both your wrists in one hand, tightening his grip. Gently lifts your chin, he was so pretty hovering above you in such a dirty way.

He kisses you again this time forcing it to be slow and sensual. Your heart races as his tongue softly dances with your own. Calculated strokes that ignited your core. When he pulls away again you miss the sensation. "That wasn't so bad. Right?" You nod arching against him.

"Fuck Satoru..." a deep voice interrupts your intimate moment. "You need to mmm share." You tilt your head back and see Suguru sitting against the wall leaning back, slowly stroking himself. Those dark eyes focused on every inch of skin.

Satoru sighs in a spoiled way, let's go and stands up. You watch as he removes his shirt and walks towards your dresser. "Top drawer?" He asks so casually. "Condoms?" You finally register and nod.

"Y/N come here..." Suguru beckons you and you manage to crawl over to him. Must have been too slow for his liking because he practically lifts you up pulling you closer. His teeth dig into your neck and you cry out. His tongue eases the sharp pain and it felt so good.

"Here greedy fucker..." Satoru throws a rubber at Suguru, as he begins unbuckling his belt. "I want this so bad... What is wrong with me?" Satoru mutters to himself, running his hand through his hair. A small amount of anxiety on his features.

"Put it on for me..." Suguru growls into your ear, no hesitation and those dark eyes burning with a carnal impulse. There was no regret or faltering in his expression. You take the foil wrapper from his hand and tear it open with your teeth. "So sexy..."

You take hold of his cock and he makes a pleased sound as you slowly stroke it. You watch as his abs contract. You roll on protection and his hands take hold of your hips. Without warning he turns you around as you straddle above him. "Final chance to stop..." He manages to say through gritted teeth.

"Fuck me Suguru..." You moan and he pushes you down onto his dick. Your head falls back at the sharp pain yet the pleasure of being completely filled by him.

He does not move holding you still warming his cock. You try to grind against him but he clicks his teeth. His large arms wrap around you and pull you against his chest, his fingers rolling along your nipples. "Rub your clit for me..."

Shakily as he relentlessly pinches and caresses your breast you move your hand to play with yourself. "Hah... please let me move..." You beg craving the friction.

Your eyes closed, you enjoy the multiple sensory pleasures. Suguru continues to knead your sensitive buds as he kisses your spine and shoulders. You gasp when another set of lips nibble at your neck. "I thought you were cute but damn..." Satoru whispers as you open your eyes to see him now naked kneeling in front of you.

"Ahhh fuck..." You cry out when Satoru replaces your own fingers with his, the lewd sound of your wetness as he expertly circles your clit. "Satoru..." you call out his name holding onto his shoulders for an anchor.

The moment you moan his name his eyes widen. He increases his pace and you fight to ride Suguru who has you still firmly in place. Your body slumps desperately. "You're so mean, Suguru..." Satoru laughs at your struggle. "Stop teasing her."

"Y/N how badly do you want me to fuck you?" Suguru asks, he sounded just as needy as you did. He has much better control as he holds you tighter. Your mind was a mess. You were going off instinct, the urge to continue feeling this good made you lose yourself completely. The promise of feeling even better.

"Fuck Suguru..." You curse at him, your nails digging into Satoru's shoulder. Satoru had told Suguru he was mean but the way his finger explored the front of your pussy was almost torture. Satoru spreads his fingers around your soaking lips where Suguru's cock was buried deep. "I need you to fuck me... Suguru, I need it so bad..."

Suguru grunts then slowly lifts your body up against his shaft, the pressure of Saturu's fingers cupping your hole and the sensation of sliding along Suguru's cock makes your body shiver. "You feel so damn good..." Suguru moans as you begin riding him. You barely heard his words, too busy buzzing with your own euphoria to care. Your vision flashes white as you already feel yourself ready to cum all over him.

Just as you pussy begins to twitch, Suguru yanks you off and you whimper. "Mmmm no please..." Your lips clench around empty air and you feel like throwing a small tantrum.

"You're being selfish." Suguru says while guiding your body into an arch and kneeling behind you. "Look at poor Satoru." Through bleary vision you look up and see a pained expression on Satoru's face as he strokes himself. You open your mouth and Satoru swallows heavily. You stick out your tongue and he gladly obliges. Your tongue twirls around the tip of his swollen cock, the bitter taste of precum fills you mouth.

Satoru groans deeply; you could feel the rumble from his chest. "Look at you...." You suck at the tip enjoying his eyes roll back. "I know I... Fuck... call you a nerd... but god damn it you can suck a dick..." Right as you take him into your throat and swallow, Suguru shoves himself back in. You moan and Satoru's body shakes from the vibrations. His hands tangle in your hair. Both men begin to thrust against you. You were a mindless drooling mess beneath them. You could no longer speak just grunts and cries.

The moment Suguru pulls your ass cheeks a part to push in even deeper you lose it. Your body shakes uncontrollable and your cunt clenches and unclenches. "That's it cum on my cock.... FUCK.... Fuck... fuck..."

Suguru and Satoru let out a stream of curses. You feel Satoru's dick twitch in your mouth and then his hot seed slides down your throat. He leans down a panting mess. Then pulls your neck back kissing you roughly.

A sharp slap to your ass causes you to jolt and moan into Satoru's lips. Suguru continues to slam into you. You arch even further, your toes curling.

Satoru stops the kiss, forcing you to look back at Suguru. Those dark eyes were low lidded and mindless. "Look what you have done to our precious Suguru." Satoru whispers, his cheeks flushed. "You're so good..."

"Y/N how does it feel..." Suguru grips your hips again and you arch even lower. "Fucking both of us... such a slut..." Then he flips you on your back pushing your legs up nearly to your head.

"Ahhh...." You scream out the new angle allowing him to get unbelievably deeper. "Feels good..." You whine and he curses again. His thrust is rough as he drills you into the bed. His hand pushes on your stomach.

"I can feel my cock..." He smirks and licks his canine, sweat dripping from his forehead. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else." He says confidently and you could not argue. You could only moan in response. Your vision clouded and thoughts fuzzy.

Satoru kisses your forehead then lowers himself to suck on your tit. "Too much..." You mewl but he holds down your arms, his tongue tracing your nipple.

"Awww you're so tough..." Suguru says, "you can handle it." He slams down and you see stars. Your body jerked on its own, legs quaking.

"Satoru shit..." He calls out to his friend, Satoru nods, they speak without saying a word. They had known each other since childhood so it was understandable. In the moment you wanted to know what they were both thinking. You were unable to form any syllables as Satoru again starts playing with your clit.

"Gah...." Another orgasm crashes down and this time Suguru moans. His pace became as erratic as his breathing. His cock pulsates inside you.

"Y/N fuck..." Suguru whines as you see his muscles tighten. You feel him finally release his load. His movements still as he tries to breathe. Satoru leans back with a smile. Suguru lowers your legs and this time his kiss is gentle. Soft pecks along the side of your lips and along your face. When those eyes meet yours there is a mixture of emotion. "You ok pretty?"

"So good..." You say softly and the worry you saw fades a bit. Suguru smiles down at you. Satoru whines and you both look over.

"I want a turn..." Satoru mutters his cock already hard again. He is such a brat. Suguru glares at his friend and sighs. You laugh almost drunkenly.

"Y/N..." Suguru calls out to you and you look at him. His finger runs along your cheek. "He doesn't always have to get his way." You reach up and take a piece of his long hair in your fingers twirling it.

"It's fine. I'm tough." You say smirking up at him. Suguru's usual stoic demeanor falls for a second, you see something vulnerable in his eyes. "Are you okay?" You ask him and he shakes his head.

"Yeah no I'm fine." He mumbles and you yelp when you feel Satoru grab your legs pulling you to the edge where he was standing.

"I'll be gentle. I can control myself unlike some people." Satoru takes a dig at Suguru who shrugs. Satoru kneels between your legs. "Still dripping... but you look so tasty."

You hate how your body instantly craves his tongue. You thank him when he begins sucking your juices. "So well mannered." Satoru whispers then plunges his tongue as far as he could inside of you. Your thighs close around his head and you ride his tongue.

"God damn it..." You hear Suguru curse climbing back onto the bed. He pinches your cheeks forcing your mouth open. "Don't swallow..." he warns as he spits into your mouth then straddles the front of your body. Roughly he opens your mouth wider and shoves his cock into your mouth.

Satoru shows you just how good he is with his mouth. You don't care that you can barely breath when Suguru begins thrusting.

You think to yourself you can't possible cum anymore, until a strange feeling overcomes you. You have never felt this way. It was almost too intense. You spread your legs and can hear Satoru moaning as he eats you out. You scream against Suguru's shaft as you feel your pussy squirt against Satoru's face. "Ooo you dirty girl..."

You feel tears fall down your cheek. "Satoru, you made her cry..." Suguru groans, "So breathtaking..." His cock spits cum down your throat and his entire body shakes. He stumbles back and lays down. "Shit..."

Satoru stands up smiling madly as he wipes his face off with his shirt. "I've never... Satoru... I'm sorry..." you cover your face a bit embarrassed.

"Sweetheart, that was the ultimate compliment." Satoru comforts you. You smile and then whine as he slides his cock against your lips. He lets out a shaky breath. "I've been beyond patient."

You always joked about how lanky Satoru Gojo was. He would always pout and be combative. But when this man picks you up as if you weigh nothing, slams his cock into you and pushes you against the wall you knew you could no longer say that. Your eyes wide in shock as he wore a cocky grin. "My turn..."

[visionsofmagic]

leon s. kennedy [re 4: remake]

⋆ leon needs you.

wc: 2.7k ⋆ tags: nsfw, explicit, biting, kissing, licking, sub!leon, dom!leon (just a little bit), dom!reader, fem!reader, moaning, using pet names, positions, begging. ‘s all I guess. enjoy! [had so fun while writing but I wrote in long intervals, so, it can be a little bit low at coherence.] ⋆ masterlist.

"need u." leon says, sounding so low - from far away even though he is close. he is on his feet while you are writing new information about the lake in a notebook on a wooden, clean, and dry table.

when you hear him, you turn around with the chair you sitting on, opening him a place to get in, standing right in front of you - his legs touching your knees.

"what?" you question, curious if you heard it right. "what did you say pretty?" you encourage him to speak loudly for you to hear and comprehend.

leon's pale face lightens with a pink glow on the cheeks, tries to avoid any connection of eyes, looking at your little exposed breasts as he speaks again, louder this time but still so shy, "I need you."

taking a look at him, carefully this time, you see some dry blood on his clothes and glowed hands, probably from a few unconscious humans in the town. his shoulders look tense through his shirt, his hands shaking a little, and an unreadable but straight expression on his face. the world you live in was hard to endure and times like this happen to you all the time.

you always like to make him calmer, better, but now you had a serious job to do and you let a sigh, getting up to pat leon's shoulder, "I need to do this leon. can you wait a little longer for me, hm?" you see the hesitation on his blue icy eyes, so, you add, "please?" you raise on your tiptoes, kissing his cheek as your one hand stands on his chest. "my pretty boy."

the nickname hit him, he likes to be called your pretty boy and it always works on him to become more patient for some moment.

nodding, he sits down on the chair you left, his elbows resting on his thighs, hair flying lightly, eyes all on you, leaving a burning sensation on the skin he is looking at.

taking a few deep breaths, you smile to yourself and turn to the work on hand.

as you keep going on with the adjustments, leon's patience decreases each minute and finally, he can't help himself but to touch your left inner thigh gently, the closer one to him.

he wants to feel you, you can see it clearly from the way his eyes become wetter with each passing time, but he has to wait.

"leon!" you say, lowly, as a playful warning.

he doesn't look sorry, so, he keeps caressing your inner thigh, getting closer to your ass from there and you leave heavy breaths because you too want to feel him. now you are in a safe zone - a zone hard to get and you don't want to waste it, especially when you have just a few zones like this on the entire area.

"l-leon." this time, your voice is full of lust and affection; want to get more but still have the idea of turning back to work.

however, when leon's palm is positioned on your ass, squeezing it gently, your mind went from the job to him, only him.

he gave another squeeze before moving on to your waist, making your body turn to him, then pushing you to get close 'till you are between his thick thighs as they closed briefly, caging you inside.

his other hand joined. both of them began to move freely on your body, exploring it like a hundredth time, curious yet already knowing every detail as his hands work professionally. he gives you lots of low moans that you even don't try to hide, letting leon know that he was doing so good giving you pleasure only with his hands.

then, getting confidence, his lips join his hands after he helped you to remove your top including the bra under it, leaving you half naked before him.

smirking under you, leon looked up at your face full of heat, knowledge of his own power on you giving him a boost, making him begin to suck your right nipple which was hardened in the pleasure you were getting from neon.

his eyes never closed, never left yours, challenging you to keep your posture still. and you did - you stood there like a statue as he sucked each nipple, squeezing them, leaving red marks on them that will disappear soon enough only to be replaced with news by leon again.

you left low moans and growls as he continued but getting impatient, you held leon's hair, pulling it and letting leon know you needed more - you wanted more.

understanding your gesture, he begins to lower down, kissing every skin under his lips 'till he reaches to your pussy after kissing your exposed abdomen.

he looks at you for permission to remove your pants and underwear too and you only nod, biting your own lip, feeling impatience growing up inside.

leon is good at using his hands and fingers, not only in battle but in these moments too. it always amazed you how fast he can get rid of the clothes on his way, under 10 seconds and you let him do whatever he wants for a moment; looking at your exposed body from head to toe while leaving heavy breaths and a few growls, worshipping you.

smiling, you begin to play with his blonde hair, its softness tickles your skin and he closes his eyes as he begins to kiss your pussy, giving a few licks from here to there, earning a moan and praise from you. "oh, good boy."

leon is a man of action and your praising increase his eagerness to take further steps, so, he lowers his head down, opening your thighs wider, taking one of your legs to put it on his shoulder and having enough space to eat you.

the scene is sinful; the moment is similar to a picture from a nasty magazine yet it feels like euphoria.

leon's tongue keeps giving you pleasure at a high level - as always. it doesn't take long for you to reach your climax, especially after leon's fingers join his tongue.

leon's eyes find yours, nodding a little, saying a silent 'go on, cum to my mouth' with begging eyes. don't want to make him upset, you nod, cumming to his mouth and tongue in a second, letting your juice flow from you to his face and to the wooden floor from there.

closing your eyes, you throw your head back, staying in that position 'till you come to your senses, feeling piercing gazes of leon.

looking at his messy and wet face, you think his attractiveness grows bigger with your juices all over his sharp but cute face.

caressing his hair with your left hand, you use your forefinger to lift his chin. making him look so seductively as your thump play with his lower lip, you say, "you were so good leon. so - so good."

he smiles fondly at your praising, proud of himself.

realizing his hardened cock, you chuckle, reaching to his cock and giving a few squeezes through the fabric of his tight pants. earning a growl from him, lust washes over your entire body. the heat in the air is remarkable – giving hotness to the skin yet it is not a burning sensation, it is rather a tickle to make one go crazy with the need for touch and pleasure.

with the need of him – he is already in need of you as he keeps saying and looks at you with puppy eyes, trying to make you agree with his plan, you put a kiss on his lips, and say, “if you want me so bad, you should take them off.”

nodding in a fast motion, he firstly removes his tight top from his body, giving a full sight of his upper body which is built well. leon is like a soldier – he is already good at killing possessed people, monsters, and so on. to kill them, he needs to be strong both physically and mentally which gives him an intelligent mind with good physic. you like – even love nearly everything about him. however, it hits differently whenever you see him like this; the color of rose rushing into his cheeks, blonde-grey hair moving freely thanks to his movements, a body portion of lots of muscles that you begin to touch slowly.

then, he gets a little up, taking his pants, including his boxer, staying with his nudity in front of you – having no shame while doing it but when he looks up – to your eyes, he blushes – more than ever.

finding it cute yet entertaining, you giggle, one of your hands finds his shoulder, and the other one stays on his neck, holding it not so roughly. “thought about preparing you in the first place but look at you,” you mock him, teasingly, pointing out the fact that with only a few strokes on his cock, he becomes hard enough for you to take him. “already?” chuckling, you make him try to hide his face from you but he can’t escape, not when you are about to take his cock deep inside your walls, giving him what he needs. “you weren’t joking when you said you needed me, pretty boy, were you?”

holding your waist when he feels his tip touching your entrance, struggling so hard not to make a move, waiting for you to let him have his way with you – but it is hard though, he admits inside his own head, especially when you look at him with such love and lust that he can give everything he has to you. he needs to be inside you, and you know it well. the fact makes you smile innocently, yet, you talk devilishly, “how much you needed me, pretty,” you ask, caressing his hair, “say it.”

“so much!” he nearly screams but stops himself in the middle, “so much, y/n, I need you so much that it hurts!”

“but you have me now, right?” another teasing. it’s just a perfect view of him when he has madness because of the lust you’re giving him.

“more – “ he looks at your lower part, his cock can enter with only one move coming from either you or him. “I can’t wait anymore!” he says in a lower tone, sounding alert. having a mixture of pleasure and affection in your tummy, you smile, and nod to leon who is watching you as if you’re his own prey and hunter at the same time – you’re making him lose his mind, and when you sit down on his thick and long cock without waiting for his action, he loses all he has from mind to soul, from the heart to brain – all of it.

“pretty.” you say when he closes his eyes shut, throwing his head behind, hands positioned on your waist, holding you tight, and not wasting any more time, he moves – oh, he moves so good that you feel yourself jumping on his lap from up to down – rapidly. leon, being a former police officer and current agent, has a power that impresses you every time you witness it, especially in these times, when he becomes a little bit excited – more than a little bit though, using your body, making you feel each deep, rapid thrusts he is giving to you; it’s all because he wants to prove himself to you so that you can see how much he needs this – you, how much he can give you euphoria that is needed, and how he can receive all the things you let him have.

“ahhh – y/n,” he moans loudly the moment your right-hand grips his neck hair, pulling it to see his face closer. starting to move your hips in sync with his thrusts, a jolt flows into both of your bodies, heavy breath sounds mixing with moans coming from each of you, creating an erratic atmosphere. “please, fuck! uggghh! –“

“you look so pretty like this, leon,” you say, connecting your foreheads as you lean closer only to make his cock buries further into your walls; hotness rising upon you. your body moves up and down in a fast way that you nearly hit his forehead with yours; growls, moans, and curses fly in the air like the world around you stops, only a reality in which just the two of you live remains. “the prettiest boy I have ever seen.”

bouncing on his cock, leon looks at your breasts which are moving as well, sparkles in his ice blue eyes. if you look carefully enough, you can see your own vision inside his beautiful eyes; chest exposed, heat and redness visible on your face, cock going in and out your messy pussy which is already dripping wetness because of how good he makes you feel.

when leon gets enough of this position, he gets up, holding you from the back with his strong arms, and he puts your ass down on the table – papers on it are long forgotten as he finds a better position to get into the further deep side of your pussy.

he begins to like being the dominant side now – still having a look on his face that says you have all the ropes of him, you always do. “fuck –“ he curses, eyes traveling on you as he puts his palms on the sides of your head. you give him better access to kneel down closer by leaning behind, your back touches the cold surface of the table, closing your eyes, nerves receiving pleasure at the highest level.

his cock hit your g-spot again and again, earning loud moans from you. smirking – probably proud of himself for earning such things, he keeps his pace, and without a chance to say it aloud, alerting him, you cum undone within seconds, milking his cock as his balls hit your ass cheek, his cock doesn’t stop with the pace – sending vibrations into your sensitive core, and a low chuckle comes from leon.

looking up, a sight in which leon has a proud yet still lustful expression on his attractive face – tears in his eyes because of the pleasure he is taking, sweat dripping, redness, all blushing. you know what he needs, so, showing an exhausted smile, you nod, “cum inside me leon. I need it – need you.”

his eyes stay normal for a moment before turning white – nearly, hips moving faster, thrusting with a non-stop pace, he cages you with his body. forehead hits forehead, you reach another climax – milking him once again and giving him a wetness with which he can enter in and out easily, growling, even moaning your name, “y/n! shit, ‘s too much – aaaah!”

it doesn’t take him long before cuming deep inside you, moaning like a madman, putting his head on your chest.

as his hot semen drips from your core into the table, you feel a hotness you only have with leon. being the reason you’re so weak, having a blank mind, looking at him with half-closed eyes, he can’t help himself but show a smile – a wide one, all happy, yet so childish.

chuckling at his cuteness, you say as you caress his wet hair, “you did so well, leon,” he smiles wider as if he can. “my pretty boy.”

holding your wrist, he kisses your palm while still looking at your eyes. “anything for my favorite lady.”

“cute.”

staying like that for a while – breathing deeply and rapidly to turn back to normal, wetness traveling on bodies, feeling shy all of sudden because of the current states of you two, chuckling from time to time, you have a great moment away from the cruelty of the world. he is a man who turns your comprehension of reality into something different – something that gives you peace and love contrary to the one you have. he’s the meaning of your life and with the looks he gives, you know he feels the same.

“let’s get clean, and then, let me show you my other skills in the field as well,” he says, giving his hand to you.

holding his hand, you chuckle, “show off.”

the end.

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*slides $900 in Monopoly money over*

Got any sub!echo and Dom!femreader smut in the back?

Woa! I got a lot of requests and don't worry guys, I'll write EVERY SINGLE ONE, just be patient :)

We're gonna start with this one, sub!echo sounds hot! Echo's just hot, full stop.

I decided to leave the ropes and other kinky stuff out of it for now because I don't know if you wanted a "normal" sub thing or all the extra stuff included too. I think it has enough power play on its own anyhow. Hope it's what you were looking for love!

Xx,

Sky.

"ON YOUR KNEES"

TBB REQUESTS — ECHO/FEMALE READER

WARNINGS: FILTHY GRAPHIC SMUTT = SUB!ECHO, DOM!FREADER, ECHO'S BODY INSECURITIES, CUM CONTROL, USE OF WORD "SLUT" ONCE, RIDING ECHO'S WONDERFUL FACE, MASTURBATING, FULL OF LOVE TOO. 📩🔥💖

You've always admired Echo. No matter how attractive his brothers were, he had always been the one to catch your eye; since the first moment you saw the bunch of mercenaries a year ago til present time. He's as attractive as the rest of the Batch; but he's got something that makes him sparkle like a diamond in the dirt. You think it's a combination between his quirks and his determination. Echo's mind works fast; he's got a fantastic almost sassy sarcasm and great comebacks. When he's on a mission or protecting his family, it's like watching a transformation; reserved, hesitant Echo is completely overriden by a brave, confident fierce man that sets your heart on fire. You love every side of him. But this... this might be the side you love of him most, though.

Echo's neediness is something you'll never grow bored of. It's exhilarating, to know he desires you so much he can't keep his pretty moans and whimpers in and just begs you to help him with those pretty eyes of him; wide and almost innocent. When Echo's left hand slowly, almost hesitantly, slides down your back to cup your ass, you abruptly break off the kiss; pushing his shoulder against the wall of your bedroom and standing right in front of him, barely a few inches of distance between your bodies. You can almost feel each other's warmth.

"Did I say you were allowed to do that?" you ask him, voice low but full of confidence.

A warning. You know your place; it's Echo who sometimes forget it.

Echo stares down at you with his big, golden brown eyes wide and an apology quickly forming in the tip of his tongue.

"N-no, no" he answers. He then glances away and adds "I'm sorry, mam".

If this happened in the middle of a sesion, you'd be quick to correct that; ordering him to apologise while looking at you in the eyes. But this is just the start; and you're aware it takes Echo a little longer to get comfortable enough to hold your stare, to leave his shyness aside. His words are sincere and he's just so polite, though, so you let it pass.

"It's okay" you almost whisper, your own eyes dancing distractedly through every one of his beautiful features. "Take off your shirt".

That's an order. And although he's usually very eager to comply and obbey, Echo hesitates. No matter the fact that you've been doing this for a few months, it's always the same; his insecurities making undressing a hard task, more so if he has to do it by himself. You didn't even attempt to pull his shirt off until date number thirty; and even if you had been very carefull that first time, Echo had quickly voiced up his safeword.

It's really okay. You know the issues he has with his body; you've long talked about it, and how that influences his perception of himself both in and out of sex. You're always watching the signals; knowing when to push and when to step back and give him space. It's what makes you a good dom. His.

You wait patiently, then; and Echo fiddles with the end of his black long-sleeve shirt.

Your eyes lock together, and you know he needs affirmation. You give it gladly; hand slowly cupping his right cheek and thumb caressing his skin.

"You're stunning, Echo. You know already how much I love your body, how hot I think you are. Let me look at you" your soft sweet voice fills with possesiveness then, your eyes darkening with your hungry gaze. "Let me see what's mine".

A whimper is ripped from Echo's throat; and his hands shakily tug his shirt off, abandoning it in the floor. He looks up at you, expectantly and trying not to squirm under your attention; and you slowly delight yourself with the sight of his pale skin and defined muscles. Echo's been gaining a bit of healthy weight lately, his appearence getting impossibly better; though he's still a bit bony, collarbone and hips stucking out dangerously. You don't find it repulsive at all, no. He's hot; it just makes you wanna bite him, mark his beautiful pale skin with your teeth and love.

"Beautiful" you murmur, distractedly caressing his chest and shoulders with the very tip of your fingers.

You can't resist yourself and press closer to him; gently kissing the side of his neck and sucking the spot into your mouth, just one of the many marks you'll leave on him tonight. Echo shudders and his weight drops slightly forward. He always turns to mush when you start putting your attention on him.

You guide him to rest against the wall; his eyes turning hooded and lost on his growing need and submission. He's so beautiful, so perfect... It makes your heart ache.

Your kisses trail down his chest; warm mouth following the sides of his stomach to one of those pointy hips; pulling down his pants a bit so you can suck a second mark on the hollow space there. Echo whines and curves forward, pleasure starting to tingle through his veins; hand tensing in his side with his effort to not reach up and touch you.

You groan out loud.

"Maker, don't you sound pretty".

The words only turn him on more, and Echo makes his first eye contact of the night.

"Please".

Its a quiet, almost silent request.

You arch your eyebrow and stare back at him; both hands splayed over his hips.

"Yes, baby?"

Echo sighs contetly with the pet name. He's always been a lover of those; of praise. It wouldn't have the same effect if you spilt them constatly, though; so you pick the times to do so, play with it.

"Please more" he whispers back, cheeks reddening in a beautiful blush when he forces himself to mumble his needs out loud. "Want you".

You smirk, satisfied; one hand slowly moving towards his growing erection and gently teasing him over the material of his pants.

"Oh, sweety" you squeeze, and Echo quietly moans. "I know".

You decide to be easy today. It's been two weeks since you last saw him; Cid's mission taking him away from Ord Mantell for quite the time. You know how much he missed you; just as you did. You aren't in the mood for a long sesion today.

"Let's get this off of you, love" you say, playing with the waistband of his pants.

This time, Echo agrees with an eager nod and helps you push down and off the pants of him. Underware follows, and soon you've got Echo completely naked in front of you. The contrast between the dark metal of his prosthetics and the paleness of his skin is beautiful.

Subsconciously, you lick your lips.

"Were you good while you were away, sweet boy?" You ask, voice soft, while you gently close your hand around his cock and ridiculously slowly start to pump him up and down.

Echo moans louder than before and his left hand flies to find purchase on your shoulder; eyes fluttering closed with relief.

"Y-yeah" he answers, voice wonderfully broken already with his need. "W-was so difficult, cyare. I-I almost broke the rule twice".

You chuckle, and Echo melts at the sound and your hands on him. You squeeze around his cock and pick up the pace. Not to be considered fast; but not as torturously slow as before. It's a decent unhurried rythim, and Echo sighs and drops his head to the wall.

You pull up a side smile and hum, studying the way his features relax in utter bliss.

"Well, I do know what I'm doing" you answer, biting down onto his lower lip teasingly. "I knew that if I banned you from masturbating til we were reunited again you wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it".

You lean in and carefully catch his earlobe with your teeth, pulling slightly before whispering to him "And you know I always want my boy thinking about me".

Echo groans and lifts his head, watching you with a hooded gaze. His eyes lingers on your lips for a few seconds before going back to your eyes. You know he wants to kiss you; so you hover your mouth over his, almost kissing, but out of reach.

"Always thinking about you anyhow" he mumbles over your lips.

Your breaths mingle together, and it's you this time who can't resist. The truth is Echo has as much power over you as you have over him. You love him so much, you're so attracted to him, it's almost impossible to draw things out like this.

Your kiss is full of need and power. Your lips move in a precise, confident way; intent on making your man melt and reduce him to a horny mess. Echo responds just as needy, but without any purpose behind it; just letting you take the lead and giving himself to you, adapting to whatever you want to do to him. It never fails to make you wet, how agreeable he always is. How much he trusts you. How much he needs you.

Your breathing patterns are both erratic when you break the kiss. You stop touching Echo's dick; quickly silencing his protest with a new order he wastes no time to follow.

"On your knees".

Three magical words and Echo is on the floor, head tilted upwards so he can keep looking into your eyes; while his are full of desire and devotion. You caress his cheek with your thumb before it swipes across his lower lip; carefully sliding it inside his warm mouth and softly pressing down onto his wet tongue. Echo makes a needy sound with his throat and you hum in answer.

"So hot" you tell him. "Wanna cum so bad right now. And you're gonna get me there, aren't you, handsome?"

Echo moans around your finger and nods, eyes wide. So fucking pretty.

"Okay" you whisper, pulling your hand back. "Don't move, pretty boy. You're going to stay right where you are".

You wait til the words appeared to have reached his brain and step back. You make a tease out of your own undressing; pulling your tank top over your head in a sensual smooth movement and teasingly removing your bra, then turning around and bending forward while you slowly shimmy your hips out of your pants. Every article of clothing stays abandoned on a pile on the floor besides the bed.

Echo whimpers, eyes roaming over your figure and hand clenching with his need to ravage you, trying to retain himself at the sight of your ass.

You turn around with a soft "Oh?" and you gently cup your breasts on your hands, softly pushing them together and crossing your legs in a falsely shy way.

"I'm sorry, baby, is this what you want?" You ask, and Echo whimpers while bending forwards to you, not moving out of his spot on the floor but desperately trying to get closer to you.

You giggle in amusement.

"Please" he rasps, almost making you groan this time. "Please, cyare".

You hum, elegantly stepping closer to him and standing tall over his kneeling form. Echo has to tilt his head back to look up at you; but it's somehow not enough.

"Beg" you demand, firm, but not necessarily harsh. "If you want something from me, you're going to have to beg, sweet one. And you're going to have to be explicit about it".

Echo surrenders to the way you hold his chin in your hand and his bright eyes shine up at you. It's like you can read every single emotion on him when he get's like this; and you want nothing more than to take care of his needs.

"Please" he begs, sweet, needy, soft voice making you melt. "Please, wanna have your taste in my tongue, mam".

Electricity and pleassure runs through your veins at that.

"Fuck, you're so hot. So pretty" you praise him, caressing the side of his cheek and staring at his eyes. "Move and put your back towards the bed. Face up and stick your tongue out for me, mesh'la".

Echo literally whimpers with the Mando'a; showing you his tongue and repositioning while he impatiently waits for you to ride his face. You hold the back of his head and carefully lower yourself on his mouth, testing the position, not wanting to hurt him. Echo's response is inmediate; he makes a happy relieved sound with his throat, and inmediately sets to please you, his wet tongue sliding between your folds to taste you.

You moan in pleassure and throw your head back, closing your eyes and losing yourself to the feeling of your man servicing you. He's...

"Such a good boy, giving me your tongue and face for me to play with" your own tongue sets loose and your dirty talk becomes almost non-stop while you get closer to your orgasm.

You love praising Echo, verbalise how much you want him and how pleased you are with him, and he loves to hear you. It's a match made in heaven.

Echo hums against you and his scomp grazes the skin of the outside of your thigh. You know he wants to hold you, craddle you closer; you're too lost on your own pleasure, so you conceed to his wishes easily.

"Yeah, go on, baby. You can hold me if you want to".

Echo moans and his left hand inmediately pulls your ass closer, lowering you further onto his face; his tongue teasing your entrance while his nose presses against your clit. It sends a spark through your veins, and you whimper and move your hips over him, trying to chase the feeling.

"F-fuck, baby. Stay right there, right there" you mumble, thighs trembling.

The next few minutes you lose complete control over yourself. Echo's needy moans and hums against you are delightful to hear, and the way his tongue plays with your pussy and his nose bumps against your clit is nothing short of perfect. Your orgasm climbs higher and higher, the cord tensing tighter and ready to explode.

"Close, love" you breathe out, in half a moan. Your eyes roam over his figure, noting how good he looks kneeling down on the floor for you with his impossibly hard cock twitching and begging for some kind of stimulation.

He must be dying for it, but it's like he doesn't even notice it at all. He's so lost to give you pleasure, it's like he's forgotten about himself.

"Touch yourself, pretty boy" you order him, and he instantly moans and drags his hand down to close around his leaking cock. "Don't cum for me yet, though. Want it to be by my hand, not yours. You're mine, and your orgasms are mine too. Isnt't that right, baby?"

Echo trembles underneath you, his hand quickly freeing his cock for a few seconds before returning a very slow pace on it. You know what it means. It means he had almost cum right then and there, just by your words and your dominance over him, just by pleasuring you like a good little boy and...

"F-fuck, Echo!" You whimper, the stimulation to your clit finally reaching it's objective and pleassure running from your pussy to every other vein in your body. "I-I'm cuming!"

Echo moans and licks you faster; and you cum all over his face. Every one of your muscles tighten before the pleassure bursts and your nerves tingle; then relaxing with a content tired sigh.

You step back and weakly command Echo to move a tiny bit forward with a small push on his shoulder; letting yourself kneel down on the floor right behind him and wrapping your arms around his body, one hand taking hold of his cock and the other one caressing his chest.

"Such a good boy. Such a good boy, baby, using your clever little tongue on me and making me cum all over your face" you whisper to him, voice tired but equally confident and loving, making Echo whimper and melt back against your body. "You almost came before, didn't you? Too much excitement for little Echo to take?"

"C-cyare" Echo whines, left hand squeezing your thigh hard while he reaches back around your back with his scomp arm, in a half hug.

You hum and press small kisses on his neck, small teasing licks here and there.

"Yeah, baby?"

"W-wanna cum so bad" he moans, turning his face to the side so he can glance at you. "C-can I fuck your hand, please please?"

You moan and involuntarily push your own hips against him. That's Echo's level of hot; already making you horny again despite just having finished.

"Wanna hump my hand like a desperate little boy, love?" You coo, giving a playfull nip at his shoulder. "That what you need to do?"

Echo eagerly nods and cries out his request again. He's so beautiful. He's so beautiful when he's all broken and vulnerable for you like this.

"Please" he begs you, tears blurring his sight. "Cyare, mam, please..."

You kiss his cheek and hold your hand still. Your other arm looses around his torso, giving him free space to move as he likes.

"Go on, pretty boy. Make yourself cum on my hand like a desperate little slut".

It takes eight pumps in your hand before Echo breaks down into a strong orgasm and his cum drips into the floor in front of him, some sticking to your hand as you finish him off gently. It's beautiful, the way he shudders and trembles and explodes in his orgasm, hard cock twitching in a final effort and moans and whimpers mixing together in a beautiful mess.

Echo slumps back; his sudden body weight making you tumble on your knees behind him. You steady yourself inmediately, chuckle quietly and clean your hand on the bed sheets; quickly wrapping your arms around his body and pressing your warmth against him, spreading kisses all over the left side of his face, neck and shoulder. Echo hums back contently, eyes closed and face in the perfect definition of peace.

"You did so good, my Echo" you whisper, caressing him softly and swimming in your feelings for him. "Love you so much".

Echo sighs and melts against you. His head hangs down in exhaustion and happiness, and you're already thinking on the warm bath your going to prepare for him, and on both of you cuddling close in bed together, falling asleep to the sound of each other's hearts.

Echo mumbles his answer in a quiet, but warm and soft voice.

"Love you too, cyare".

THE END.

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Tara!

I CANT WRITE SHORT THINGS HELP. nah, i'll just try to keep the other requests shorter for real lmao i always get too invested. It came out much fluffier than I had initially planned for cause I just love echo so much. Hope you liked it!

Also, just wanted to let you know I'm not going to re-read this and correct mistakes much cause that'll take too much time. And that english is not my first language, so apologise in advance if something doesnt make much sense.

I'll be working with the other requests next, be patient and stay tunned!

Love,

Sky.

Back to my general masterlist here!

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OMG YOU WRITE FOR WANDERER!!

Can you do C, D, J, K, O and V please??

HELLO YES I DO A BELOVED HE IS V SMOOCHABLE EVEN IF HE WOULD DO THE STABBY (it would be worth it)

cw: nsfw, minors dni! some breeding / pregnancy mentions, yandere themes, pet play - ish, GN reader (referred to as partner and pet in this)

(for continuity, I'll just call him Wanderer in this but it can be for any iteration!)

(ask game)

C um - Anything to do with cum, basically

SO here's the fun thing - I like to play around with the idea that he does not actually have a dick, so he doesn't produce semen! (trans!scara propaganda on this blog). However, this lad would be a fun of using dragon dildos - you know those ones that produce fake cum? Yeah, he loves using those. The upside is the fact that he can choose the size, consistency and whatnot.

He does have a slight cum eating fetish, so if his partner has a dick, he takes his time to enjoy it. With partners who have a vagina, he just adores watching it drip from their cunt and shoves it right back in.

(bonus is no surprise kids, but can puppets have children?)

D irty secret - Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs

SO he has a few - this man is kind of an obsessive lover. He is a bit of hyperfixated lover and one who always wants to feel close to the person who has his affections and attention - so he'll steal stuff of theirs. Not to wear, but to have. Maybe even get off to. Whether it's normal clothes, underwear, or just things from his partners house.

(A dirty fantasy of his is that he'd love to keep his lover locked up in a home, so they could never leave him. But is it really a dirty secret if he's expressed it once or twice? But don't worry, he won't do anything to warrant such...actions.)

This likely doesn't qualify but he definitely stalks his partner quite often - only to see how they're doing, of course. Anyone who looks at his partner slightly wrong just seems to go missing.

J ack off - Masturbation headcanon

He doesn't masturbate often - he doesn't really ever feel the desire to. But he loves watching his partner get themselves off. For Scaramouche (or the Wanderer), it's an enjoyable and interesting experience. Often times, this is how sex starts for himself and his partner.

He'll tell them what toys to use, how to use them - sometimes he'll mimic their actions on his own body. If he's feeling particularly spicy and mean, he'll tie his partner up and make them watch as he gets himself off while taunting them.

K ink - One or more of their kinks

For someone who was an experiment for Dottore, Wanderer actually has a small medical kink. Something about the cold metal table, metal bondage, and the complete fear and helplessness.

He also likes choking, marking his partner up with bites where they can't be hidden, and some humiliation.

Also - he'll never quite admit this out loud, but the Wanderer has a fetish for clothed and outdoor sex. Something about breaking rules, nearly being caught, and knowing his partner just can't keep their voice down when they're begging for him to fuck them or for release. Tsk.

O ral - Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

He actually likes to receive more than give, oddly enough - for someone who doesn't masturbate, he certainly likes to be on the receiving end of oral. There's just something about his partner with their arms bound behind their back, on their knees and in between his legs while they rut against his leg to get themself off. Oh - and add a collar and leash he can pull on, of course.

(he's also very good at giving oral, but oral is a nice reward to give to well behaved pets, you know? they have to ask him nicely for him to consider it, and hell, he'll do it on a whim if he's feeling particularly nice or frisky)

V olume - How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.

Oh, the Wanderer tries to be as quiet as possible - but in private, he's very noisy. Loud moans, gasps, and grunts. He tends to curse more often, too - especially if he's close to orgasm. Sure, the Wanderer teases his partner for being noisy themself, but the man sure is loud.