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buckiverse · 13 days ago

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Cruisin'

☆--- paring: sylus x reader | rafayel x reader | xavier x reader

☆--- summary: Imagines where you go on a cruise with the lads boys.

☆--- warnings: mdni, cowgirl, angst if you squint, size kink if you squint, dry humping, improper use of a pool jet (xavier being freaky as always), no protection is used (wrap it before you tap it)

☆--- a/n: i took zayne's out at the last minute (i am terrified of fucking up his imagine) (he will get a full fic sowwieee)

Sylus

You should’ve known Sylus would never just go on a regular cruise. No, that would be too simple for him. Sylus owned the ship and the entire company and hired every crew member. So, when you realized he’d arranged this colossal vessel just for your honeymoon, you were shocked, to say the least.

You arrived the afternoon before, and your suite was breathtaking. Your favorite flowers were arranged throughout the room, filling it with their scent. The suite's luxury was unmatched, but the night you spent with Sylus was even better.

When you woke up, you found him on the deck connected to the suite, watching the sunrise silently. Slipping out of bed, you walked outside to join him.

Sylus was lounging, coffee in one hand, a book in the other, wearing only sweatpants that sat low on his hips. His chest was bare, and he looked relaxed and at ease. As you approached, he put the book on the side table and gazed up at you, a soft smile playing on his lips.

You straddled his lap without bothering to change out of your nightdress or bonnet, reaching out to pull his glasses off and set them atop the book. You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “Good morning,” you whispered with a smile.

“Good morning, sweetie. You look beautiful as always.” His cool hands found the bare skin of your thighs, sending a shiver through you as goosebumps rose on your thighs in response. Your breath caught as he teased, “So responsive for me, and I haven’t even touched you yet, kitten.”

Your skin flushed as you leaned in, kissing him deeply before grinding your hips against his. “Only for you, Sy,” you murmured, savoring the feel of him against you.

Sylus deepened the kiss, his hands sliding down to firmly grip your hips, guiding your movements with a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Take what you want, sweetie,” he murmured, his voice low.

“With pleasure, baby.” You slipped a hand beneath his waistband, freeing him with a gentle touch. Slowly you lowered yourself onto his cock, feeling the warmth and stretch as he filled you. Your thighs trembled, and you paused to adjust, his steady hands resting on your hips.

“You can do it,” he encouraged. You fully sat on him, and a soft whimper left your lips as he stretched you out.

“Always so good for me,” he whispered in your ear.

Sylus didn’t wait for you to take the lead. He began moving you on his lap, his rhythm deep and slow. A tear slipped down your cheek. Every time he moved you, his cock kept brushing that sensitive spot inside you.

“You feel so good,” you moaned, holding onto his shoulders as he kept that perfect pace. He knew your body so well you felt yourself getting close, your breath catching.

“You take my cock so fucking well, sweetie, you gonna come for me?”

Heat pulsed through you at his command. “Yes,” you panted, your nails sinking into his bare shoulders. “Please.”

“Let yourself go. I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice a blend of softness and command, and you surrendered completely. Your body trembled and arched into him as the bliss washed over you.

Content, you slumped into his embrace, resting your head on his shoulder. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as the first rays of the sun spilled across the horizon. Together, in peaceful silence, you watched the sunrise as he remained inside you. Yes, you could definitely get used to this.

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Rafayel

First, Rafayel would never turn down the chance to spend time with you—especially on a vacation where the two of you were "stranded" together on a ship. It was paradise to him, even if he thought it was a bit absurd to be on the open sea when he could swim in the depths of Lemuria. Still, he indulged you, and now the two of you were outside on your private balcony, watching the sun melt into the horizon. The crisp ocean breeze brushed past, cool and sharp, and the gentle sway of the ship reminded Rafayel of the currents he once drifted in, deep beneath the surface.

You stood side by side in a comfortable silence, both savoring the sound of the waves beating against the hull–a quiet heaven shared together. Rafayel shifted and stood close behind you, pressing your front lightly into the balcony railing. He leaned down, his lips brushing softly against the side of your neck, and murmured, “You won’t leave me, right?” His voice was a gentle caress, and the words lingered as his breath warmed your skin.

“Of course not, Raf.” You giggled, knowing he was only half-joking, and turned your gaze back to the water and the scattered ships highlighted by the fading sun.

“Good, because you’re not allowed.” He pressed his pouty lips against your neck, and you felt his neediness as much as his warmth.

You turned in his arms, meeting his violet eyes. Gently, you traced his face with your gaze before whispering, “I would be yours in every lifetime.” You brushed your lips softly against his forehead.

A softness passed over his face as he straightened to his full height, towering over you. His hand slid to hold the side of your neck as he leaned down to kiss you, his lips molding to yours with unspoken emotion. You felt him, solid and warm, pressed against you, every line and angle of his body familiar.

You shifted closer, your hips finding a natural rhythm against his. Rafayel’s grip drifted lower, one hand covering yours where it rested on his chest while his other hand traced the curve of your waist. His kiss deepened, and his tongue explored with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. The chill of the evening air and the fading warmth of the sun played against your skin, making every sensation sharper.

You let your hands slide up around his neck, pulling him closer, the heat between you growing, Rafayel’s hands tightened around your hips, guiding them to grind against his own movements. His voice, barely above a whisper, broke through the haze, “I love you.” His violet eyes met yours; you could see how vulnerable he felt and how open he was in this moment with you.

You rolled your hips harder at his admission, putting more pressure on your clothed clit. You lifted both your legs to wrap around Rafayel’s waist, giving him better access to grind against your core. The intensity of his gaze sent warmth coursing through your veins. “I–I love you more, Raf.” Your words came out breathlessly as your body responded, pressure building low in your belly.

His hands held you tight against his body. You gasped softly from the pressure, feeling the rush of heat sweep through you, and your head fell back as your body trembled in his arms.

Rafayel held you close, his release shortly following yours. A low groan escaped his lips as he pressed his forehead to yours. You brought your feet down to the deck and stabled yourself. Both of you stood there, breaths mingling, savoring the closeness as the ship swayed gently beneath your feet.

He kissed you again, softer this time. “I wish I could take you to Lemuria,” he whispered, his tone nostalgic. But this will do, I suppose,” he said with soft laughter.

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Xavier (i apologize in advance)

The cruise was a welcome escape, and you and Xavier were free from the usual chaos of hunting. As the ship drifted peacefully on the second night, neither of you could sleep.

“What do you think about heading to the jacuzzi?” you suggested, glancing over at him in the dim light.

“Lead the way,” he replied with a soft smile, his voice low and relaxed.

A few minutes later, you were on the top deck, warmth lingering in the summer night air. Even in your bikini, the chill wasn’t enough to distract from the inviting glow of the bubbling water. You both slid into the jacuzzi, sighing as the hot jets eased any tension from the day.

Xavier leaned back, settling against one of the powerful jets, his eyes closed in quiet satisfaction. “These jets feel amazing,” he commented, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Oh? Let me try.” You moved closer, positioning yourself in front of the jet he had just left. As the stream hit your back, a soft gasp escaped your lips, and you felt his gaze on you.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” His voice was soft, but there was a playful edge.

You nodded, leaning back into the bubbles, letting the warm water envelope you. Then, before you could register, he was behind you, his chest pressing against your back, his hands sliding around your waist to steady you as he guided your body against the jet. The hot, pulsing water moved lower, each blast sending shivers through your core.

“Stay still,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear as his hands trailed up, grazing your arms and steadying you. The jet’s steady pressure was like a pulse inside you, mixing with the warmth of his touch and sending heat spreading through your body.

The bubbles of the jet hit your clit with relentless precision, each pulse sending a jolt of pleasure that stole your breath. The rippling sensation was maddening, teasing and tormenting you, keeping you on the edge, each burst of water pushing you further. Every wave pressed against you, rubbing the fabric of your bikini against your clit, forcing a shudder from your body. You gripped the edge of the jacuzzi, arching into the jet, craving more of the wicked pleasure it brought.

��Xavier,” you gasped, your voice barely more than a breathy whisper.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your jaw as his hands drifted to your waist. “Feels incredible, right?” he murmured, pressing you slightly closer to the jet as he watched you squirm under his control. The sensation of the water on your clit and his body against yours was overwhelming, your body helplessly responding, each pulse of the jet driving you closer to the edge.

A soft moan slipped from your lips as you finally gave in, your body trembling as he guided you over the edge. When you finally slumped against him, breathing ragged, he smiled against your skin, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

“Now that,” he whispered, “was worth staying up for.”

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darby-rowe · 11 months ago

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18+ | nsfw. young!husband!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

well, your husband coriolanus finally replaced the shower head! hallelujah! and he wants to show you how much better it is than your old one. <3

it was an investment that was a long time coming. your husband's career as a politician was still in its infancy, so the money was rolling in slowly. this meant that the much needed maintenance that needed to be done around the house was put on indefinite hold until the funds were sufficient enough to start repairs.

the repair you made top priority, much to your husband's annoyance who was focused on other things, was replacing the shower head. the water pressure was starting to die down after years of wear and tear, a ring of rust was beginning to form around the base, and the water filtration system was almost non existent which was horrible for your hair.

but one day you hopped in the bathroom for a quick shower, and when your eyes landed on the new, shiny shower head, you couldn't help but chuckle. finally, you thought.

the new shower head was exceptional. strong pressure, different settings, and it was retractable. you were finally able to bathe yourself to your hearts content.

one day, as you were showering, coriolanus decided to join you, and who were to deny such an enticing request? you got to see your hot husband naked and wet and covered in soap... yeah, you had to be an idiot to deny him entry.

it wasn't long before coriolanus had the shower head on the jet setting, full blast on your sensitive throbbing clit, watching you squirm and mewl and moan at the intense stimulation. you struggle as you try to find purchase on the slick shower walls, feeling as if your legs were about to give out from beneath you.

"such a pretty girl," coriolanus murmurs in your ear. "how does your clit feel?"

you tilt your head back and close your eyes. "so good. feels so good,"

coriolanus's eyes move back and forth from your face to your swollen cunt as he continues the jet stream on your sensitive nub. he can't help himself but plant sweet kisses on your jaw and neck as he whispers filthy things into your ear. your legs quiver and tremble, eliciting a chuckle from your husband.

"gonna come, love?" he teases. "is your pussy gonna come from this shower head, you pretty little slut?"

you babble out a response that's akin to, "mmyes, coming, i'm coming," and you feel the pressure begin to build as you start to approach the apex of your hands-free orgasm. and when you finally come undone, it's wonderful.

you cry and moan as an explosion of pleasure rocks your entire body, your hips rocking so your clit gets the full extent of the powerful jet stream of water.

and coriolanus can't help but watch with hungry eyes as your pretty mouth gasps through the aftershocks of your pleasure.

divider by cafekitsune | come talk to me. ♡

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow x you #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas

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hitomisuzuya · 3 months ago

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OMG REQUESTS ARE OPEN??

I would absolutely love to request some pretty jacuzzi smut at night with Scaramouche! Him using the jets on the seats to get fem!reader off, watching as she orgasms again and again, before stuffing her all prettily, keeping her on his lap and only pulling out when he's sure she's full?

Omg KSBSJWKW

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Creampie. Multiple orgasms. Jacuzzi sex. Degrading praise. Modern AU

This request😳 I will always be down so bad for this man.

Scaramouche was getting the best of both worlds right now. He was getting to soothe sore muscles in the warm water of the Jacuzzi while he watched you twitch, drool and moan while he got you off with the jets on the seat.

One of his hands trapped your delicate wrists held above your head, the other rested on your hip, guiding your pace occasionally as you tried to grind your throbbing pussy on the water flow of the jets. Your swimsuit was floating on the other end of the Jacuzzi.

Thing is, he'd been edging you on the lowest setting until your legs started to shake, the rhythmic pressure from the water assaulting your clit. "Sc-Scara, please, put your cock inside of me," You moaned shakily. Your pussy was clenching around nothing and craving his cock.

"Such an impatient slut," Scaramouche purred, smirking with delight at the way your cheeks flushed. Your hips jerked to grind against the water flow. The look of desperate in your eyes only made him harder. "I have hardly had my fun yet." He tightened his grip on your wrists to remind you of your place.

You squirmed in the seat, your body coiled like a spring and on the cusps of your orgasm. Your grinding turned more consistent as you chased your high frantically.

"You poor, pathetic thing," His hand dipped into the water to flick your clit. A throbbing jolt of pleasure burst through you, making you cry out. "You are feeling so good, yet the water pressure is barely enough to make you cum," He knew he could help you along by rubbing your clit, but he wanted to see you squirm.

You couldn't help it. Those beautiful lips were saying such degrading things that you felt overwhelmed with the compulsion to kiss him. He met you halfway in the kiss. He skillfully kept your wrists trapped above your head, the other finding the back of it to hold it still while he pushed his tongue into your mouth.

You let him wrestle your tongue into submission, his mouth swallowing your moans in a heated, passionate kiss. He groaned as you licked at his mouth submissively. You always surrendered yourself entirely to him, no matter where he was choosing to fuck you.

The pressure from the jets finally rubbed against your pussy in the right way. You moaned in blissful relief, shaking as your orgasm finally broke over you. When the grinding of your hips ceased, you expected Scaramouche to finally lower you onto his cock. Your puffy pussy throbbed at the thought.

However, his hand dipped into the water so fast you barely saw it in your fucked out haze. You let out a loud gasp of pleasure of the jets increased in flow. You let out a whimper, immediately grinding against the water.

You were still twitching, having not come down from your first orgasm. Laughing softly, Scaramouche put his lips right next to your ear. "What a cute little slut you sound like," His tongue flicked out to lick your ear teasingly.

He laughed mockingly when you suddenly were cumming again. Edging had made you quite sensitive. "What a weak little slut you are, cumming from a little degradation," He held your hips still, letting the water pressure massage your clit through your orgasm.

You were panting softly by the time he let go of your wrists, and shut off the jets. He only wanted to make you cum with his cock while he stuffed you nice and full.

Water quietly sloshed around you as he moved you over a little to sit in the seat. "Okay, kitten," He said, moving you to straddle his lap, "Start bouncing like the cock drunk slut you are," The warmth of your pussy enveloping his cock as he lowered you onto it felt even better than the soothing warm water in the Jacuzzi.

The moment his cock head settled into your sweet spot, you started bouncing. You threw your head back as he scooped one of your nipples into his mouth to suck on, bracing an arm around you to anchor you and help you ride his cock.

Loud, shameless moans and whines tore from your throat, making Scaramouche's cock pulse harder inside of you. Your third orgasm was already steadily building, so tight it left you reeling. He could tell you were struggling a little a bit as your thighs trembled.

"Aw, it's okay, kitten. I know weak whores need help," His hands found purchase on your hips, fucking you down onto his cock. With his help, you were successful in picking up a more consistent pace. His taunting only made your pussy clutched tighter on his cock, tearing his own husky moans from his throat.

An embarrassed flush dusted his cheeks. Leaning in, his teeth nipped at your lower lip before he kissed you again. It was a hungry, aggressively passionate kiss that only made you feel weaker for him. Your hand came up to caress his cheek. If his tongue wasn't devouring your mouth, he would've turned his cheek into your touch.

Scaramouche pulled away, giving you both air. He feasted his eyes on your bouncing tits, fondling and pinching one of them for added stimulation. You arched your back, moving your chest against his hand more to give him better access.

"Fuck you are cumming already," Scaramouche groaned, rolling your nipple between his fingers. Your skin smacked against his in the water, sloshing it around you as he thrust up inside you. Your pussy squeezed to milk his cock, your body nearly limp and shaking in his grasp as your third orgasm hit you.

"Feels..so..good.." You managed somewhat incoherently between moans. You braced your hands on his shoulders, content to let his cock stretch you apart until cum pumped inside of you.

"Stay in my lap," He said as your head dropped down into his neck. You were exhausted and fucked out. A pliable thing for him to play with some more. His cock pulsed inside of you hearing the murmured, "okay," soft in his ear as you nuzzled against his neck. "I'm not sure you are full enough yet," He added with a degree of certainty in his voice.

Of course you weren't fucked full enough yet.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you

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jupitershadows · 5 months ago

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The best teasing is done with the eyes...

Because…

#jet set pleasures #those eyes #provocatrix

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theemporium · 5 months ago

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omg your celebration is soo cute congrats on 10k. could i pls request “poor baby, all fucked out and i’ve barely even touched you” for max or oscar (or both 😭)

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

46. “Poor baby, all fucked out and I’ve barely even touched you.”

You were taunting him.

That was the only way to describe your messages to your boyfriend whilst he was away for the triple header. You were teasing and taunting him and hanging what he desperately wanted in front of his face before yanking it away.

For three weeks, Max had been travelling from country to country. For three weeks, he had been away whilst you stayed home, stuck between work projects and other commitments that left you unable to join your boyfriend for any of the race weekend. And for three weeks, you had been sending the boy some of the most explicit and downright filthy messages and videos that he had ever received from you in the duration of your relationship.

And Max was damn near close losing his mind by the end of the triple header.

You knew exactly what you were doing. A plan had been set out from day one when you sent the first video despite knowing he was in between meetings with little time to spare, let alone get off to whatever you sent. You had expected to tease the boy to his absolute limit before he came home to give you what you wanted.

You didn’t expect Max to get revenge in his own way.

“Poor baby, all fucked out and I’ve barely even touched you.”

A pathetic noise left your mouth as you arched against the bed, your chest panting and heaving as you desperately tried to catch your breath. You could feel your body tethering the edge again, so close to being overwhelmed with pleasure and your eyes welled up.

He had been going on for hours. He landed earlier that afternoon, making as few stops as he could before he came home. He had sent you a message—a simple ‘be ready, home in 5 mins’—the second his jet landed in Nice. You expected him to be all over you the second he stepped through the door, but he wasn’t.

“Is this not what you wanted, schat?” His voice was sweet and patronising and it made your whole body feel hot. “All those videos begging to come and now you’re crying about it.”

“Max,” you wheezed, whiny and desperate as you looked up at him. “Please, m’sorry, promise.”

“She’s sorry,” he mocked with a faux pout, his thumb swiping along the apple of your cheek. “Sorry doesn’t cut it when you’ve been a brat.”

“Max,” you whined, nuzzling your face against his touch but he pulled away.

“I’m enjoying this,” he commented as he squeezed the base of his cock, hard and heavy in his hand as he watched you squirm and wiggle on the bed. Your hands were tied above your head, your legs unable to shut with the toy between them. You were completely helpless and at his mercy. “My desperate brat, hm? A few weeks away and you forget how to be good for me.”

“I’ll be good,” you promised, your eyes glossy and dazed. “Just wanna feel you.”

“Always so desperate for my cock,” he mused before he moved closer again, kneeling right by you. “Go on then, baby. Open up. Show me just how badly you want my cock.”

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