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đđđđđđđđđ đđ DAY 5: PREGNANCY Kyoraku Shunsui đš đ! đđŚđ˘đĽđŚđł
Requested by: @the-witch-of-one-piece ⥠Hello my beautiful soul sister!!! Ahh Iâm so excited for this kinktober! I raced into your inbox trying to calm down my feral kink coming out of me đđ if itâs okay to request Shunsui with a fem reader for day 5 pregnancy! This man would be the best soon to be daddy đĽşđđ thank you so much my beautiful soul sister!!! TE AMO MUCHO !!!!!!! ⥠tambiĂŠn te amo mucho my soul sister! đ tw: mdni. pregnancy kink. reader IS pregnant. nipple play. semi public sex. humping. vag sex. đŚđđŹđ����đŤđĽđ˘đŹđ
The outcome of so many nights of passion showed beautiful in your body. The little bump growing strong and healthy, your anatomy changing, your mood somethings swinging.
You were preparing yourself, and the house, for the new life that would be there in some months. And while you did, the general captain of the Gotei 13 couldnât help but praise you.
Sitting comfortably in the garden of the Shunsui manor, the soon to be dad enjoys a sip of his beloved sake. While you, comfortably enjoy gardening under a soft spring breeze. It was calmer than ever before, after all that had happened with the invasion none of you had time to be at peace for a long time.
âYou are a goddess, my loveâ Kyoraku chimes, leaving the cup on a little table next to him.
âShut up, you! I am getting fat, lookâŚâ you joke, you love more than anyone how beautiful your belly looks.
Shunsui stands up, sighing. He canât let a queen think that way of herself. Walking a few steps towards you, he takes his hat in between his hands and bends over to where you are.
âI am not trying to be rude, so I will ask you to please excuse my language⌠but fat is how I get down there when I see you, missâ he murmurs, acting innocent despite saying such thing.
You leave the little gardening tool in your hand to look at him with your mouth open.
âKyoraku Shunsui, would you mind watching your mouth in front of your baby?â you scold him, sweetly, while acting incensed at his words and caressing your belly.
He takes his hat to his naked chest in signs of being sorry, but all of a sudden he snatches in arms as if you where less heavy than a feather.
âHoney- what? What are you doing?!â you protest, while safe resting in his embrace.
âListen here, the eyes you just gave me⌠you being pregnant, everything about you⌠ugh- believe me that the baby wonât tell for nowâ he says, walking calmly to the wooden swing you have in your garden.
Shunsui sits back, with you still in his arms. Despite your pregnancy he is way bigger than you in every sense.
He grunts and comfortably sits you over his lap. âComâereâ he purrs, opening your yukata with absolutely no worries.
You are silent, but with a huge smirk on your face. You know whatâs next and you want it so badâŚ
Shunsui seems to be gloating at how full your breasts are looking; pregnancy is making your body an experience he doesnât want to miss; he wants to love you in every single stage of yourself.
âAllow me, before this belongs to someone else ~â he scoffs, while his hands cups one of your breasts and takes it to his lips.
You moan instantly after he plants the first kiss over your hard nipples. Everything has been feeling a lot more sensitive.
He sucks, slowly. He nibbles, kindly. He doesnât want to hurt her precious wife nor coming baby.
Your back curls as he keeps playing, changing from breast to breast and sometimes burying his head in between them. His huge hand, lies on your warm back flesh, holding you for you to lie as comfortably as you please while he gives you pleasure.
You canât help but begin to move back and forth, humping on his hardening crotch. You can feel his growth hitting against your core and in both cases getting wetter and needier. The motions of the swing also accompany yours, edging you two a state very close to climax.
âIâŚâ you whine, urging your husband to fuck you. âAlready? But what if I hurt youâŚ?â he asks, knowing too well he wonât. Kyoraku Shunsui enjoys your begging for his dick. He wants you to plead to be penetrated and pleased.
Panting, reaching his lips with yours, needy⌠âplease, fuck me⌠do itâŚâ
âHow do you ask properly, doll?â he asks back, already lifting your hip enough for his hakama pants to slide down.
You swallow. You have always called him âdaddyâ and now, it wonât be the exception; this time Shunsui deserves more than ever to be called that way. Â Â
âDaddy, fuck me⌠please ~â you purr, letting your yukata to fall to the ground to show him in full display your beautiful âmommyâ body.
He smirks, pleased. His hands first reach for your swollen belly, up and down and around your waist.
âNow, if I may⌠let daddy fuck you the way you deserve my sweet, beautiful mommyâ âNghh⌠deeper⌠go- deeper, daddy!â ~
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Jonathan Crane/Reader - Corn Fucking đ˝đ (Kinktober #1)
Summary - It's a corn fucking fic lads. Someone gets fucked with an ear of corn. Not much more to say aside from the fact there's heavy bdsm themes. Bon ape tit!
As far as Craneâs little tests went, this one was proving to be somewhat unique.
All it had taken was an off-colour comment about the dinner you had prepared for you both â a simple stew with a few sides littered around the rickety table which you had scrounged up within his workspace â and he had ordered you to stand from your seat and approach him, a task you completed in an instant as your naturally submissive dynamic settled over your skin like a thick veil.
Crane was dining in full costume, his Scarecrow grab wrapped around his thin frame as he had been pulled from work to have something to eat, and he hadnât seen the point in changing anything when he fully planned to return as soon as he were finished.
Now standing before him, you flinch in place as his cool hands jump straight to your thighs â willowy, scarred fingers disappearing up your skirt to wrap around the waistband of your underwear and pull the scant fabric free of your ass. Heat rises in your cheeks as you allow him to slip the thin cotton panties free of your body, allowing them to fall carelessly to the floor as you willingly step free, feeling utterly exposed as a delicious anxiety alights in your chest, awaiting his next move.
âRaise your skirt and hold it in place.â
Your fingers move of their own accord as the smooth tenor of his low voice washes over you, the digits plucking at the hem of your skirt as you raise it to your waist â a fresh blush staining your cheeks as you were forced to showcase your most intimate self. A traitorous dampness rapidly makes itself known between your slit as you clench your cunt around nothing while Crane gazes as your sex with a calculating expression, his milky eyes casually switching between you and the dinner table.
One hand still gripping the flesh of your outer right thigh, his other hand â the one which often housed his fear gauntlet â skimmed over the table, delicately trailing over the small variations of different foodstuffs before landing on its intended target.
An ear of corn, boiled to perfection.
To the side of the bowl sat an even smaller bowl, this one filled with seasoned butter which was intended to add a little bit of flavour, and he ignored it entirely as he brought the thick length of corn back towards your prone body.
Something wicked and shameful washed through your system as you sussed out his intent. He was going to fuck you with it and your fingers trembled against the fabric of your skirt as a full-bodied shudder skittered its way down your spine. He had fucked you with objects before, setting your strained body up for failure as you were forced to choose between impaling yourself on a rubber cock which stretched you to the point of tears or choking yourself with a thin noose, but this was different. There was no planning here. Just a showcase of his power and how willing you were to accept it.
âI think we should warm up that lovely skin before we test just how depraved you are, little mouse.â
A sharp yelp escapes your lips as he slides the length of corn against your cunt and the intense heat against your sensitive skin â the temperature of the kernels still hot despite sitting on the plate since the meal began â feels almost scalding against the delicate skin, causing your knees to knock in place even as every instinct in your body screamed at you to pull away.
Relief is quick to sweep through your tensed skin as he slid the corn away, only to then twist it and replace it a moment later â sparking a fresh cry from your lips as the heated assault resumed. Biting your lips, the tension in your thighs makes your legs tremble as you fight against the urge to step away and escape the torment.
Your eyes meet Craneâs once more and you can feel the sadistic amusement at play there as he holds the corn in place for a moment longer, daring you to complain or attempt to escape. Knuckles white against your skirt, you refuse to give in even as he tests it out a few more times, every attempt seeking out more sensitive skin as he pushes the length roughly between your slit and grinds it hard against your exposed cunt.
Your teeth gritting against the hot discomfort, only soft mewls can slip through as he ensures that every inch of your wettened cunt was âwarmed upâ by his ministrations. The heat was only just bearable, despite being cruelly intense, and it enough that the constant movement ensured that you would not be burned while also allowing every millimetre of skin to enjoy the scalding warmth.
He adjusts the length slightly and you scream out a sharp yelp as the tip of the corn presses against your clit â the sensitive bud sending a sharp jolt of pain through your body as your knees snap together and you jerk away, unable to take it any longer.
âPlease. Itâs too hot.â Your words are panicked and dripping regret as disappointment that you pulled away trickles across your skin. âI canât take it. Please, Sir.â
âYou could take it and more.â Crane chastises roughly, his deadpan tone revealing nothing of the very visible arousal which is tenting his darkened slacks as his hand fully removes itself from your cunt. âAnd maybe one day you will so I can enjoy those panicked screams as you feel your skin burn from the inescapable heat. But for the moment, Iâll show mercy. You have 20 seconds to adjust the temperature and then it goes inside you, no matter what.â
âThank- thank you, Sir.â You stutter out as you drop your skirt, pluck the corn from his extended fingers and move quickly to the nearby sink. Turning the tap, you test the stream for a moment before washing the corn in the cold water, ensuring that every inch was cleansed and cooled as much as possible for what you knew was coming next.
âTime.â Crane calls out firmly after his internal count ends. His gnarled fingers immediately extend out to summon you back to him and you scurry back over to his side as he pushes his chair even further free of the dinner table.
Crane pats his knee, the movement slow and mocking, as he gives you a simple, non-verbal command. Itâs a command you know intimately and the immediate throb of your cunt as you realise he plans to put you over his lap is embarrassing in its earnestness. It was one of his favourite places to keep you; painting and bruising your skin to a mottled range of abuses with his hands or a ruler or whatever item he pleased as you screamed and apologised for your mistakes.
The fact that the spankings always ended with either his cock or his fingers buried deep within your aching cunt also never hurt.
You drop smoothly to take a familiar, humiliating position across his knee, careful to avoid the metallic mechanism of his knee brace as you raise your ass up high, your short skirt riding further up with every small shuffle of your frame.
His fingers push within your cunt without warning, the sudden intrusion taking your breath away as he rubs the pads of his fingers against your walls, testing how wet and prepared you were with an almost clinical fashion. Arousal, hot and shameful in its intensity, pulses within your groin and you canât help but writhe against him as he completes his examination, feeling more like a piece of meat than a wistful lover. Your breath comes in short gasps and you canât help but roll your hips against his fingers, encouraging him to move faster.
âSit still.â Crane warns and the words are a shock, like freezing water dashed across your skin as you force your body still. A rumble of approval rolls through his thin frame at the instant submission and he taps two fingers against your exposed ass. âGood girl.â
In an instant, his fingers pull free, but he leaves you no time to mourn their loss as something much larger moves to press at your hole, the slightly tapered end of the corn breaching the first inch of your cunt without difficulty. Your breath is held deep within your chest, the solid feeling of his knees beneath your stomach giving you something to ground yourself to as your fingers grip at the legs of the wooden chair Crane is still lounging on.
âYouâre so wet already.â Crane growls. âHave you no shame? Are you really just a whore? A little mouse who is soaked at the prospect of being fucked by something as disgusting as an ear of corn.â
Already feeling thoroughly degraded and slave to the hot arousal which is tight across your groin, you give him a pathetic nod and follow the desperate move a hasty agreement as a soft yes falls from your lips. Itâs enough to satisfy him and his hand is rough against your lower back as his other hand begins to slowly force the ear of corn against your fluttering hole.
The stretch draws a low discomforting keen from your lips as you spread your legs further and try to relax around the girth of the intrusion. Itâs thicker than Crane, that was for sure, and you canât help but imagine how your poor cunt will look once heâs finished, all fucked out and raw, reddened by his little off-the-cuff punishment.
With a grunt, the widest part of the corn pops within your cunt and you muffle the cry which threatens your lips by burying your mouth against your arm. Your flesh burning around the intruder, every small kernel adds a layer of sensation that allows a very pleasant arousal to rise aside the warmth â the feeling growing more intense as Crane slowly begins to pump the corn within you, building up a slow pace.
Your knees are spread as wide as the position would allow and you squirm against his steadying hand as stunted moans and whimpers break free of your lips. The feeling of his cock, hard and heavy against your stomach, makes your mouth water as you long for the familiar taste of him in your mouth.
Crane twists the corn unexpectedly and the movement pulls at your walls as every little ridge rubs itself against your most sensitive skin, a bolt of arousal making you jerk in place and grab on to his ankle.
âDo you think you could come like this?â Crane asks, flexing his leg beneath your grip as he picks up the pace on his movements â every thrust now pushing the corn a few millimetres deeper into your stretched cunt as he forced you towards a humiliating orgasm. âA whore so pathetic that even an object like this can get her off"
Perhaps after our meal I should organise a more involved punishment to correct this abnormal behaviour.â
âYes, sir.â You agree, shame at the rapidly growing band of tension which spilled heat across your skin making you compliant as your cunt clamped around the corn.
âAsk me to make you come like this.â
His demand was met with a sharp increase in his pace, the ridged length within your cunt now moving rapidly as it pulled at and stimulated your fluttering walls with every messy pump.
âPlease fuck me.â You beg, fingers scrambling against his legs. âFuck me with the corn like the -pathetic whore-whore I am. Make me come with it.â
Crane complies and all it takes is one particularly cruel thrust which pushes the thick length so deep within your cunt that it knocks against your cervix, the added discomfort enough to push you over the edge as you come. Toes curling within your shoes, the band of arousal snaps and your cunt spasms around the corn â a shrill, stuttering cry making you shake in place as his thumb slips around to brush sadistic circles around your engorged clit. The added stimulation drawing out your release to the point of overstimulation as your bucking frame is held in place by his firm hand pushing down against your lower back.
Eventually, your movements still as the waves of pleasure recent and your aching cunt feels disgustingly wet and hollowed out as Crane pulls the thick length of corn free with a none-too-gentle yank. Itâs a move that draws a fresh grunt from you as the wicked little kernels give you one last kiss of pleasure before a sense of emptiness settles in the abandoned space.
Your earlier thoughts return as you feel the cool air brush against your hole, the slight gape there cause a fresh flush of shame to roll across your heated skin. Reddened and fucked-out.
Just as he liked.
Craneâs hand released your back and you stand on trembling legs, not quite trusting the ground to remain solid below you as you allow your skirt to fall back down. Your release trickles free of your cunt, a wet and sticky mess that feels uncomfortable against your thighs as you await his next instruction.
One of Craneâs hands is pressed against the tented bulge of his cock, teasing his own length as he observes you with a heated gaze. The fingers of his other hand move to drop the slickened ear of corn to the closest plate, the ceramic clinking quietly against the wooden table.
âNow, return to your seat and finish your meal. Our lesson will continue once you are finished.â
This fic is my first offering for this years Kinktober. The tag will be #Kinktober23 for all of the fics if you want to keep up đđ
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Kinktober Day 1- Mirror Sex (Jason Sudeikis x Fem!Reader)
aaaand here's day one! enjoy! also ps it's actually me in this clip talking to jason. he found me and we got married last weekend. go ahead and call me cal sudeikis.
pairing: Jason Sudeikis x Fem!Reader
word count: 1410
warnings: unprotected sex (bc sometimes it's hard to write the condom in, guys), mirror sex obviously, fingering, bad words
a/n: pumped this out for you guys before bed. obviously it is mirror sex and obviously it is rpf so if that bothers you just scroll. if it bothers you then you may unfortunately be on the wrong blog.
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 Jasonâs lips are hot and wet as they travel between your shoulder and neck. Every few kisses he nips at your skin, making your breath hitch. His hand slides over your figure clad in lingerie that you havenât even worn for twenty minutes yet. You were admiring your figure in the mirror and Jason busted in on you before you could make your way to him.Â
  Youâre in between his thighs, facing the new mirror propped against the wall. Jasonâs cock is as hard as a rock beneath you, and the more he teases you, the more you need it. His ankles are hooked around yours, prying your legs open.
 âLook at you, honey.. Since when did you get so desperate?â, he teased. His words were followed by the warmth of his hand grazing the inside of your thigh. The other hand was splayed across your abdomen to keep you close.
âShut u- ohhâ, you let out a squeak as the pad of his pointer finger taps against your clit over the thin fabric. The action has you bucking your hips, searching for any friction to calm your hasty mind.
âYeah? Tell me ��bout it, sweet girl..â, Jasonâs mouth was pressed to the shell of your ear. The words he spoke were low and you could feel him smirk against you as he stroked the backs of his fingers over the fabric covering your soaked pussy.
âItâsâŚâ, with every stroke he added a bit more pressure. âNeed more, Jase..â. Heâd teased you so much that your mind was focused on one thing- sitting on his thick cock. The week was busy for you both, and instead of getting right to the point Jason seemed to have a different plan.Â
His left hand left its spot on your abdomen to cup the back of your head. Until now, your head had been thrown back on his shoulder, eyes closed and head spinning. He grabbed a handful of your hair and pushed your head foward. Your eyes met his in the mirror and it only fueled the fire burning inside you. Those strong arms wrapped around you, thighs flexing as he used them to hold your legs open⌠you were so far gone you barely registered his command.Â
âKeep your eyes on the mirror.. You stop, I stop.â
At this point you wouldâve sold your soul for him to fill you. Your pussy was soaked and the fabric of your lingerie had taken the brunt of it. Jason stared into your eyes, expecting an answer.Â
âOh.. okay. Mâkay, just please-â you grunted and bucked your hips to chase his fingers again.Â
He lovingly shook his head and slid his fingertips under the damp fabric.Â
âSo wet, honey.. So sticky..â you felt his cock throb against your ass as he spoke. His fingertips gathered your arousal and continued stroking over your clit. He knew this was one of the worst ways to tease you. The minimal friction was enough to turn you on, but not enough to satisfy you.
Two of his slick fingertips pressed gently into you and finally provided you with some relief. Your eyebrows were furrowed and your teeth dug into your bottom lip as he worked them into you. The pleasure was almost too much, almost enough to make you close your eyes again but you knew he would stop if you did. The fabric seemed to irritate him with how constricting it was so he was quick to pull it apart at the buttons over your crotch and expose your pussy to the cool air. Before you could react, his two fingers sunk back into you and prodded around to find the spot he knew would make you fall apart.
The tips of his long fingers rocked against the spongy spot inside you, and he knew he was there. He knew you so well by now. The way your moans raised an octave, the way your jaw dropped, the way you began to meet his thrusts.. âOh- right there, huh? There you go, babyâŚâÂ
âJase.. Oh..I-â
âI know, hun. Youâre okay.. Feels good donât it?â He pulled you closer into him and began kissing at your ear. The image of the two of you in the mirror only added to the pleasure you felt. You hadnât really watched yourself have sex before, but the image of him wrapped around you with his fingers working in and out of your dripping hole was another level of intimate. Sexy, too.Â
Jasonâs fingers slipped out of you and he shimmied backwards so he could slip his boxers off. His cock was an angry red, dripping and begging to be inside you.Â
âWanna watch, Jase..please?â, your words brought a dirty smirk to his face.Â
âThatâs the plan, hun.. Câmereâ he pulled you on top of his strong thighs and you barely had time to register his tip prodding your folds before he was lowering you down onto him. It felt so good to finally be full of him. His cock was so thick, so warm, and you began to pant as you situated yourself in an attempt to get all of him inside you.Â
Your eyes were glued to the sight beneath you, and you hadnât even bothered looking in the mirror yet. A quick slap to your swollen clit grabbed your attention, though.
âLook, baby..â, Jason murmured while his hips slowly worked his cock into you. âTakinâ me so good.. Sâmeant for you, isnt it?â
You felt like you were in a daze as you took in the sight. The way your head was nodding at his words barely even registered in your brain. His blunt nails were digging into your thighs and he didnât let up when you began grinding and bouncing on top of him. Your wetness began to gather at the base of his cock. A few drops fell onto the bed beneath you and the sounds it made as his cock plunged into you were filthy. It felt like you were being attacked from all of the sensations. You felt his hands on you as they roamed your skin and tugged at your nipples. His grunts and murmured praise went right to your pussy and you clenched around him at every sound he made. The bedroom smelled like sex, and you felt a sense of pride knowing that the love and desire you two shared did that.Â
âFuck- thatâs it, honey.. Want to watch you- hmm- cum on my cock.. I know youâre almost there, sweet girlâŚâ and it was true. The way you breath hitched and your pussy spasmed was nothing new to him. Jason knew your body inside and out, and he knew you were about to have a fucking intense orgasm. The pads of his fingers pressed firmly against your clit and began to rub tiny circles against it. It only took you showing him how you take care of yourself one time for him to learn how you liked it- how you needed it.
Your words began to bleed into moans and grunts as you climbed the hill of pleasure. You knew it would be a fast descent.Â
âOh, Jase.. I-... Itâs so⌠fuck!â, it was no use. He kept his rhythm as you continued to babble and you could barely make out his strangled grunts through your moans.Â
Your pussy milked his cock as you tipped over the edge of your orgasm. It was intense- toes curling, eyes closing, mind numbing⌠all of the best things about an orgasm taken to the max.Â
Jason pulled you down more forcefully as he thrusted a few more times before burying himself deep in you. The throbbing of his cock was palpable and you whimpered at the sight of his balls tensing and releasing with each spurt of cum that painted your walls. Within seconds, it had began to leak out of you.Â
Jason shuddered when he pulled his spent cock out of you, and wasted no time pulling you back so that he could cradle you in his arms. One of your hands grabbed at his forearm while the other took hold of his bicep, keeping him close. Your breath came out in short pants as you came down from the high of your orgasm. Jason planted kisses all over your face and hair while his own chest heaved.Â
âThat was⌠it was fucking good, babe.â you murmured with a dopey smile.
âWas all you, hun. All you..â he breathed.Â
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PART ONE.
#!WHO; Sukuna the demon ft. GOJO.
#!CC: deadoves! no warning. MDNI. [read the tags on original knktbr fic. this is still dc.]
note: soo, ive been craddlinâ this baby since 2019, only recently deciding to add Sukuna and Gojo. very begrudgingly posting it here, however i will not be updating if this flops. ik how tumblr is with long fics/seriesâunfair. so if youâre interested lmk or else you can read on my ao3 !!
You arrive at the old Kaisen house, adoring the scene. The demon sets his sights on you.
WC. 3.8k+
[I.] [II] [III.] | KINKTOBER â23 | plz reblog if you enjoyed, id love to reach an audience!
âWeâre here,â Your eyes fluttered open, the sun rays spilling into your vision as you stirred awake. Beside you was your best-friend, Gojo Satoru, sitting back, his hand tugging at the hem of his damp shirt. You looked over at him then forward through the front window, met with an old gate. Behind it was the house, large in stature and almost intimidating as it stood in front of the afternoon sun, casting long shadows along the lawn.
âLooks like the gate isââ
âI got it!â You interrupted eagerly, unbuckling your seatbelt and leaping out the car. You made your way towards the gate, unlatching the metal and pushing it open. You then stood, admiring the house further.
It was a beautiful old giant, its Victorian style exterior being the highlight of it all. You glanced around you, noticing how the rest of the street seemed almost separated from your patchy plot of land. As if the neighboring houses were trying to get away. Segregated from the quaint smaller houses filled with decored and neat lawns, was your new home.
You made a motion towards the car, prompting Satoru to reach and grab the bag that held your prized item. You took your camera and eagerly paced back and forth near the entrance until you found a good spot to take a photo.
Yeah, there would be plenty of pictures in the future. The house was even more beautiful through the lens as you snapped a couple. In front of the house to the left was a large tree, nearly scarce of green leaves as it added more touch of age to the scene.
âHow long are you going to be out there?â Satoru called, an arm draped over the open window. You could hear a tinge impatience in his tone but you didnât move yet.
âSorry! Iâm coming!â
He sighed, leaning his head back against the headrest, fingers strumming against the wheel. A thin coat of sweat beaded along his skin, slicking his white locks down against his forehead.
This house really gave him the creeps. He understood you wanted to get away from everything but he didnât think it would go this way.
A couple months ago, he had visited you in the city and was surprised by the fact that you were wanting to move out. Not just out of the apartment but out of the entire area. You told him you wanted a change in pace, in scenery. To quit your current job for the time being and just be at peace. He honestly thought you were out of your mind but after coming to terms with how that life was treating you, he supported the decision. He was your best friend, he would always support your decisions, even theâŚbold ones.
His eyes scanned the surroundings.
This part of town was quietly tucked in the country and had plenty of beautiful places to photograph and ârun through fieldsâ as he put it. Given the little population and even fewer vacancies, there weren't any options to live except for the old manor a little bit on the edge of town.
Being protective, Satoru didnât waste time in Shadowvaleâs research and made privy to the stories but he didnât believe them. It was just a silly ghost legend made up by the oldheads to spook outsiders and the younger generations. But it didnât stop him from telling you about them.
Being much like your friend to find the story silly, you laughed it off, ecstatic that you would finally be moving. And he wasnât that far of a drive from you so he supposed it was fine.
Satoru watched as you finally circled back to the passenger side, eyes down on the camera screen. You got in, sighing at the gust of cool air. The car began moving again as it crept forward past the gate and along the dirt path that led up to the large house.
âGet any good shots?â
âYes! Itâs more beautiful through the lens than in person. And the way the light was hitting itâŚâ Satoru smiled as he listened to you excitedly fill him in as if he could understand a half of what you were talking about.
. . .
âWhat is in here? â Satoro croaked, nearly collapsing on the porch. He had one of your boxes in his arms, stumbling toward the door. Following close behind him was you with another box. You rested a foot upon the first step of the porch, ignoring the stressed creak it brought.
âJust clothes?â You honestly didnât know. It could have been anything really and as far as you knew, it wasnât even heavy. He probably just wanted something to complain about.
âThey feel like bowling balls,â He sat the box down in the foyer, swiping at sweat that began to bead down his temple. You rolled your eyes as you followed behind him placing the box on top.
The sky was beginning to darken, more clouds obscuring the afternoon sky. Shadows seemed to appear in the dimness, warping spindly shapes across the lawn. The thicker clouds that seemed to come out of nowhere loomed over the countryside with promises of rain in the night.
You shivered, arms pricking in goosebumps as you crossed the threshold, placing down another box. It seemed so cold all of a sudden, a stark contrast to how it was nearly an hour ago when your clothes were practically melting against your skin. You jumped when you felt a firm hand grip your shoulder.
âWoah, jumpy already?â Satoru grinned, pinching your cheek. âIf youâre gonna chicken out, tell me now so I wonât have to load the rest.â
âYouâre just trying to get out of work, Gojo,â You playfully shoved his arm and made your way back to the car. The only thing that remained was your television, propped up at an odd angle because of its large size. The trek to the house was awkward with the screen nearly bigger than you, but you made it, sitting the appliance against the wall of the foyer.
At least the chill was gone, after having broken another sweat. You watched from the doorway as Satoru closed all of the doors. Once more, your eyes ventured up towards the sky, another shiver running down your spine.
âYou okay?â He questioned, making his way towards the door. You nodded, stepping back to allow him inside before closing the door.
Sukunaâs canines were made visible as his malicious grin widened, stretching inhumanly against his face. Raven spikes jutted out every which way, a part only tamed enough to fall before his striking crimson eyes as he looked over the railing of the staircase. He ran a clawed finger teasingly over the wood, always touching but never feeling.
The demon licked his lips slowly, his intense gaze catching you and the way you ran your hands along your arms in the foyer. His claws began to strum lightly against the wood as he continued to watch you with focus.
You walked further into the house, in awe at how spacious the interior was. To your right was a winding staircase, leading up to what looked to be a balcony. Unaware of the demonic presence, your eyes linger in the place he stood before moving on to your left.
The foyer spilled into a wide den, already furnished with a couch and a couple love chairs covered in plastic. The plastic crinkled under your touch as your fingertips ran along the surface of the couch, seeking out small holes and other old looking stains.
Everything had an antiquated touch to it and you wondered how long the house had been standing, abandoned by its previous owners.
Your eyes wandered to the fireplace on the far end of the living room. The entrance was gated with a rusting metal. You squatted down, fingers running along the rough bricks. Frowning at the dust that gathered on your skin, you straightened, rubbing your hands against your jeans.
From the balcony, the demon had the perfect view of you. So curious, eyes darting around only to pause and inspect something of little significance just for you to do it all again. He watched as you made a circle around the den, studying everything your greedy eyes took in as if the sight were new.
âGojo?â You called, making your way back towards the boxes.
Was that what the other one was called? Frankly, he couldnât bother to care as heâd already signed off on him. Heâd make a decent meal though.
âYeah!â Satoru responded from the kitchen. You peered in that direction for a few seconds waiting for him to emerge. Rolling your eyes, your attention returned to the box you were squatted in front of.
âDonât go running off. You still have to help me,â You whined, hands rummaging through the cardboard. Empty handed, you flipped over the flaps to a nearby box, doing the same thing.
âThis sink doesnât work! It's like⌠stuck or something,â
âJust leave it before you break it more. Iâll call someone tomorrow.â You shouted, standing up. You sighed, stretching as your little fingers wiggled upwards. Sukuna watched unmoving as you stretched, eyeing a brief sight of your tummy.
Those were a lot of boxes. Not the occasional suitcase or makeshift plastic bags he usually saw with squatters.
So you were moving in. He chuckled darkly.
He actually couldnât determine if you were stubborn or just plain stupid. You probably thought that nothing existed beyond your little mortal realm, that no outworldly dangers could harm you.
The small chuckle developed into a much throatier laugh, the noise disappearing into nothing. He was about to disappear before his attention snapped back towards you, his hands gripping the peeling wood of the banister almost painfully as he leant over the bar.
You had gasped, his ears picking up on the familiarity of sound, quickly identifying it as surprise. Fear? Sukuna watched in intrigue as your eyes darted around for the source, only briefly ghosting over the place he stood. He remained frozen, holding his breath as you looked right through him.
You couldâve sworn you heard laughter. The floorboards creaked beneath your feet as you walked around, trying to strain your ear for whatever you heard.
âToru?â Maybe he was on the phone or something.
Unfortunately for you, that second was all it took for the demon to be immediately interested in you.
For decades, he remained rooted to this cursed plot after his grisly death with the inability to be seen, felt, and most definitely heard. He only controlled the physical realm which made for a lot of entertaining nights for whoever dared to trespass. Not to mention he was granted his demonic familiars. They had no intelligence but it kept him company, he supposed. Less lonely being evil if heâs surrounded by the very essence.
But something about that little gasp as if you heard something illogical... It made him lick his lips, something dark and enticing settling into the pit of his stomach. His mind was racing with new fun and exciting things he wanted to do with this information.
Satoru finally emerged from the kitchen, his shirt spotted in darkness, hair dripping in water. You took one look at his disgruntled form and bursted out laughing, immediately forgetting about the noise you heard.
âIts funny that your new sink is janked up?â
âJanked up?â His seriousness only made it funnier. He sucked his teeth and made his way towards the boxes, hastily searching for a towel.
âWhat were you...even doing...in there?â You said in between giggles. He only ignored you as you wiped away the wetness that gathered in your eyes.
âAre you done?â He deadpanned. You nodded with a smile. He only scoffed before he started to bring out contents from one of the boxes. You then took your place next to him, sorting through the items.
âHey, what was funny earlier?â You cut through the silence.
âWhat do you mean?â He crinkled his forehead.
âYou were laughing at something. Did Suguru send a dumb meme or something?â You giggled. Your face only fell at his response.
âI wasnât laughing and I havenât spoken to him since last Tuesday.â
Little words were exchanged as he helped you unpack. He was probably still upset. After a while, you grew bored and wanted to venture around. Even though youâd already seen the house on the tour, you were itching to do something. Standing up, you brushed off your hands, attention venturing to the staircase balcony.
âHey, Iâm gonna go check out the rooms upstairs,â A simple grunt was made as Satoru looked towards you.
âIâm not getting paid to do this!â He shouted as you began your trek. You smiled, calling back, âThe unwavering devotion to the best friend in the entire world should be enough to start right?â
Upon going up, you felt a weird chill and found yourself turning towards the wall. You paused midway, eyeing the surface where you saw what was assumed to be a large painting or portrait.
You couldnât really tell with the dingy cloth that covered it. Your fingers itched to tear away the cloth to reveal what was underneath but you didnât. This was just one of the many things left behind by the last owners and you felt if you did, it'd somehow be disrespectful. You should call the realtor to inquire about possibly having some of the stuff taken out of the house.
âHey, Iâm going to step out for a bit, I need some air,â Satoru called from the doorway, suddenly feeling nauseous. You leaned over the wooden balcony, amazed at how high you were. After waving him off, he walked out, the door creaking shut behind him and you turned, facing the hallway.
The way you stood there was kind of enticing, especially with the way your eyes darted around with that same greedy look he noticed before. But something else was mixed with it, Sukuna noticed.
Unease.
He could sense it in the way you tensely rocked on the balls of your feet, looking between the few rooms that lined the dark hallway. Sukuna stood at the very end on the hall, leaning against the peeling door with arms crossed, watching for your next move. He really wanted you to walk his way so he could get a taste of that nerve-racked aura but much to his dissatisfaction, you chose the first room on the left.
It was fine, he could be patient. He only had the rest of his eternal death.
With a menacing grin, his form shivered, bending into the light until he was gone.
. . .
Even though youâd seen the rooms on the tour, viewing them again took your breath away once more in how spacious it was. Every part of the house exuded mystery and refinement. The bathrooms had surprised you the most; one being nearly as big as the bedroom, having room for a large claw-footed bathtub, a shower, plus two sinks. Giving one last look, you decided that it did pair nicely with the room attached. As expected, the large king-sized bed was still there, neatly made. Deciding to exit out the bedroom, you made your way toward the door.
âWhat theâŚâ You tried the knob, jerking the brass but it was stuck. You tried once more, taking the handle between both hands and jiggling it as hard as you could.
You could see the wooden door moving against the frame but it wouldnât open. This didn't happen on the tour. You stepped back, deciding to go through the other way but stopped in the middle of the bathroom, an eyebrow lifted in confusion.
Did you close the door behind you?
It was shut just like the other. No...you didnât think you did. You moved towards the door turning the handle.
It was stuck too.
âGojo?â You called, gripping the doorknob. Was he messing with you? You pulled and pushed with more force now, pacing to the other door to be met with the same result. Your stomach churned thickly as your skin began to prickle with heat.
âGojo, open the door! This isnât funny!â You called slapping your palm against the wood. You were beginning to grow frantic until finally, the door gave way.
Stumbling forward, you immediately gag at the sour odor that hit your nose. It smelled rotten and it caused you to cover your face with your arm.
But the odor was immediately forgotten when your eyes settled on the sight of the last room. You moved to the large rectangular window across the way, the sides framed by flowing curtains. It ran from the edge of the ceiling, stopping just above the hardwood floors.
The view outside was just as breathtaking as the first time, spreading over the fields of the rural side. You could see some houses peppering the golden hills of early autumn land.
âWow,â You whispered, moving around the room. There was a queen-sized bed on one side, neatly made in a similar fashion as the one in the other room. Against the other wall was a desk.
You fell back onto the bed, breathing in deeply despite the rank smell. You loved it, everything from the antiquated vibes to even the apparently faulty doors.
You felt really at home, a feeling you havenât had since your life in the city. You laid there, basking in the final fleeting heat rays of the setting sun until you suddenly tensed, eyes snapping open. Hairs stood up on your skin, making you shiver slightly.
That same chill.
Sitting up, your eyes scanned the empty bedroom. The shadows shifted in the corner, tricking your peripheral into moving your full attention in the area. Getting up, you moved over to the opposite side, running your fingertips along the smooth walls. It was just a simple corner, void of that special something. That something that you decided you were definitely going to set up as your photography corner. You smiled, trying to think of that instead of the foreboding unease that just wouldnât leave you alone.
From behind you, Sukuna stood close, clawed hands reaching out to trace the outline of the nervous aura that you emitted despite your exterior calmness. When he brushed your neck, you jumped, whipping around, eyes wide.
Nothing.
But it was most definitely something, you rubbed the back of your neck, eyes darting around until you decided it was just a draft. Your walk toward the door was brisk though and if he'd known better, it almost seemed like you were in a hurry, as if you couldnât get out of there fast enough.
The door creaked shut behind you.
. . .
âHave fun exploring?â Satoru asked as you bounded down the stairs, not even looking up from his phone. He decided not to tell you about the sudden sickness that overpowered him earlier instead deciding your bliss was something he didnât want to ruin.
You nodded, expressing your excitement for the way you were going to set up your hobby station. You looked on the coffee table to see a box labeled Photography, in his sloppy scribble. Satoru looked up, catching your gaze.
âBefore I go, I wanna get a picture of us,â When you raised a brow, he smiled before continuing.
âIn your new pad. Itâd be the first picture you take since the city and yâknow, since I did most of the grunt work its the least Iâm owed. Besides, by the time you get settled in, thereâll be photos scattered everywhere by next week,â You both laughed.
âSure thing Toru,â
Another hour had passed after some coaxing to help you actually settle in. Satoru helped you place them where they belonged. Bags of cutlery, pots, pans and other kitchen ware were all sat upon the glass table in the dining room. You forgot how beautiful this area was, spacious and home-y for meal nights, which you were looking forward to. It was separated by an island, the other side made as a kitchen.
Your photography stuff and your clothing were taken upstairs to the room where it was placed on the desk.
âIsnât this room amazing?â You beamed, arms spread wide as you stood in the center. Satoru stood in the doorway, looking everything but impressed. Something about the space bothered him, yet he couldnât determine why. For you though, he smiled genuinely.
âYeah, I think it it was made just for you,â
By the time you were done, exhaustion was heavy on you both. By now, the promised photo was long forgotten and you were on your porch, clinging onto your best friend in a tight embrace.
âAre you sure you donât want to stay?â He smiled, shaking his head as he once more expressed how early he had to be up for work. It was lucky he was in only the next town over, but it didnât ease the lonely pit in your stomach as you watched him get into his car.
As Satoru drove away, his eyes glanced in the rearview mirror, watching as you waved him off. His attention wasnât on you though, but on the looming presence of the house seeming to swallow your body.
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Mulder grasps at her hips, turning her onto her stomach. As he does so he sees the red snake and a flash of anger surges through him stopping his movements. The bastard tattoo⌠[In which Mulder and Scully have a little chat]
I Liked It But I Didn't Enjoy It.
No one gives head like Scully. Not Alex or Phoebe. Not even that girl he met a few weeks ago.
Mulder resurfaces from sleep just before the familiar tug in his balls as his come ripples through his cock and spurting down her throat. What a glorious way to be woken up.
Mulder lays back, eyes closed, breathing heavily as he lets himself calm down. When he reopens his eyes he catches the sight of Scully wiping the corners of her mouth before stretching her deliciously naked body, lost in Scully-Land.
He's missed this so much. Missed her so much. His chest aches thinking about those weeks without her. He was an idiot.
Heâs still gazing at her even as he grabs her attention with a simple âHi.â
The smile she gives him is enough to make his body combust right there.
âHi,â she greets back.
An idiot he may have been but even he canât ignore their break apart has done them some good.
âCome here,â he whispers and Scully follows, crawling back up his body to situate herself on top of his stomach. His skin feels moist and when she moves slightly he spies a smearing of wetness. His hands grip the top of her thighs.
âAnd whatâs got you so wet, Scully?â he asks.
His hand reaches out towards her centre, a singular finger delving between her folds. A heavy sigh escapes her lips as her muscles clench around his one finger.
âMy cock just tastes that good, huh?â
A thumb touches her clit and she whines, clawing at his chest.
Fully hard once more, he pulls his hand away much to Scullyâs disappointment and rolls them over. Completely, wonderfully overwhelmed he buries his face in her hair and ruts his hips against her. He wants her in every which way possible, wants to be inside her before he dies.
Mulder grasps at her hips, turning her onto her stomach. As he does so he sees the red snake and a flash of anger surges through him stopping his movements.
The bastard tattooâŚ
âI think I saw Scully in the tattoo shop the other night,â Langly had told him a few days after. âShe had some random man with her. What the hell happened between you to?â
ââŚwas gloating about how he fucked your girl the other night.â Alex says over the phone one night. âHe said heâs never met anyone else like her before. How wild she was, how good she at giving head- we both know that though, donât weâŚâ His laugh twists Mulderâs gut. âStill swears he wonât touch used goods though heâd always make the exception for her again.â When Mulder didnât answer Alex asked, âYou good, man? You gone quiet over thereâŚâ
Eventually Mulder had given in to temptation and stalked the man and what a lowlife he turned out to be.
âWhat you doing with someone like that, Scully?â heâd muttered to himself.
âMulder? Are you okay?â
His stillness had caught the attention of Scully. Thereâs the look of worry and guilt across her face. Without a word Mulder slides his hand across the silky skin before pushing his fingernails into the tattoo. Scullyâs breath catches in her throat.
âGot something to feel guilty about, Scully?â
She immediately schools her features. âNo.â
Mulder looks down at the tattoo and releases his hand, soothing the nail marked skin.
âAsk,â Scully is saying still looking towards him. âGo on. I know you want to.â
He keeps his gaze on her tattoo, following the circle with his finger.
âWhereââ
âOn one condition,â she cuts in.
âYeah?â
âI get to ask about you after.â
He thinks on it for a second then, âOkay.â
âOkay,â she repeats. âAsk.â
Eyes falling back to the tattoo, he does ask.
âWhere did you do it?â
âOn the floor. His apartment.â
We did it in the alleyway, weâre still winning.
âWas he rough?â
âYeah.â
âDid you like it?â
When she doesnât answer immediately he squeezes her hip hard making her draw a gasp.
âYou know I did,â she says finally.
He thinks about other stuff to ask but she speaks again.
âBut I didnât enjoy it.â
âHuh?â
âI did like it. It did stuff to me and I didnât want him to stop but I didnât enjoy it.â She pauses and Mulder waits. Finally she speaks again. âHe hated me.â Itâs spoken at a whisper, hard to catch at first. âLike you hate me now.â
His stomach coils. âScullyâŚâ he says, panic gripping him. âI donât hate you.â
His words have her turning to face him and one look at her tearful eyes and tear-stained cheeks has him disgusted with himself.
âReally?â she asks.
âHeyâŚâ He moves off her to the side, moving up and stroking her back soothingly. âOf course not. Do you think youâd be here right now if I did?â She shrugs. âWell youâre here, arenât you?â She nods. âThere you go.â He brushes her hair away from her face a few times. âYouâre infuriating sometimes but I donât hate you, Scully. Youâre the best thing I have.â
She smiles a little at that. âMulder?â
âYeah?â
âCan you fuck me like you were going to?â
âYou sure?â
She nods. âYeah.â
He shuffles back between her legs, grabs her hips and rolls her back onto her back. Itâs not exactly what he had in mind before seeing the tattoo but he knows he has to see her face right now. Thereâll be more times for other positions later anyway. He lines himself up and pushes his way in. Whilst sheâs not as wet as she was prior their conversation there is little resistance. He laces their hands together and squeezes, trying with everything he had to show he doesnât hate her in the slightest.
When theyâre both finished he holds her as close and as tight as possible. Theyâre just about to drift off when he realises he never fulfilled his end of the bargain.
âYou can ask about her if you want,â he says.
âWho?â
âThe girl I fucked.â
âOh. Who was she?â
âHer name was Kristen. I think sheâs a vampire.â
âVampires arenât real, Mulder.â
âWell she was one. Anyway, I liked it but I didnât enjoy it either.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause she wasnât you.â
And that was the end of that. No more was said on either subject. Mulder waits until Scullyâs drifted off before he closes his eyes himself.
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No picture today because there's none that would capture this chapter that tumblr would allow me to post. đ¤Ł
Fandom: Fourth Wing - The Empyrean
Pairing: Violet/Liam/Xaden - Violiaden
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Continuation of Part of our "Us". Liam followed Xaden's and Violet's invitation to join them for a threesome. He's not so sure Violet can actually take both his and Xaden's cock at the same time, but if it's what she wants... He surely won't go and tell her what she can or can't do.
AN: This picks exactly up where the previous short about them ended. The feedback I got after the first part about these three was amazing, thank you all so much! I was nervous about how people would react to this ship, and I'm so happy to see I'm not the only one who thinks they'd make a lovely triad. đĽ°
Also, I'll leave it to you what this title means. đ
@kinktober2023 and on AO3
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Violet
Xaden always complains that Iâll be the death of him one day, but I actually think itâs the other way around. One day, Iâll die from the pleasure he lets my body endure. And itâll be a very happy death.Â
Relentlessly, he swipes his tongue along my slit, pushing inside me, and the unbearably sweet pleasure makes me moan. Even though I just came two times, on Liamâs cock and tongue, I can already feel my next orgasm building, my muscles tensing in anticipation. Sometimes, my ability to come so many times in a row feels more like a curse than a blessing, especially with how perfectly Xaden can push all my buttons. Beneath his handsâand mouth and cock and just about every fucking part of his bodyâIâm helpless, canât do anything but give in to the inevitable pleasure.Â
Iâm going to be so sore tomorrowâŚ
But maybe, I can repay him at least a bit tonight. The position Iâm in, sitting on his face and with my head resting on his pelvis, is perfect. Grinning to myself, I reach for his cock, hot and flushed resting right next to my face, and lick away the white pearl of pre-come at its tip. Xaden moans when I take him into my mouth, the sound vibrating against my clit, and maybe this is going to turn on me pretty quickly, given how much I enjoy sucking him off. But at least I can take him with me then. Hopefully.
 âOh, shit,â a deep voice growls next to me.Â
My entire body tenses with another wave of arousal as I remember. Weâre having an audience. More than that, actually. From the corner of my eye, I glance at Liam, his lips glistening wet and parted where heâs watching me. His hand is around his cock, already hardening too after fucking me not so long ago, and that sight makes me feel a bit better. Apparently, Iâm not the only one with an insatiable desire here.Â
Well, weâd meant to give him a show, didnât we? So maybe, itâs time to get started with that.Â
Keeping my gaze on Liam, I wrap my lips around Xadenâs girth more firmly and sink down a bit further, taking him deeper. His eyes widen, and he gasps, just as Xaden groans when I whirl my tongue around his tip. Oh, this is brilliant.Â
I never enjoyed being the centre of attention, always tried to blend in with the background at any larger gathering my mother dragged me to. But this is different. Here, with both Liamâs and Xadenâs attention fully focused on me alone, I feel a rush Iâve never known before. What I do affects them, proven by the wanton groans they both let out as I keep working Xadenâs cock, and it gives me a heady sense of power.
However, I soon realise itâs just an illusion, and it cracks quickly. No matter how hard I suck Xaden, how deeply I let him slide down my throat, itâs not that easy to break his control, to make him come when he doesnât want to yet. Especially not when I can feel Liamâs gaze on me like a physical touch, when Xaden twitching in my throat turns me on just as much as him fucking me with his tongue.Â
But I wonât give up that easily. Even though I can feel my next orgasm building at the base of my spine, my legs tensing around Xadenâs head, I sink deeper down his cock, let him slide down my throat until my nose is pressing against his balls. Trying to keep my gag reflex in check and warding off the rising tide of pleasure in my guts, I swallow around him, determined to make him come with me. My head is empty of all thoughts, filled only by sensations; the pulsing heat against my tongue, Xadenâs lips closing around my clit, pleasure zapping through every part of my body.
âOh, shit,â Liam curses, shifting to get a closer look. âH-how⌠how can you take all of him? ThatâsâŚâ
I canât hear what else Liam says, not when Xaden mercilessly flings me over the edge with his too-skilled mouth. My scream is muffled around Xadenâs cock, the world around me blinking out of existence as pleasure consumes me. Relentlessly, it races up my spine and explods in my head, wrecking my entire body with wave after wave of tremors even though I can hardly move an inch. Xaden still holds my hips tight to his face, his mouth ruthlessly continuing to ravish me, and I cling to his legs, his cock, as if Iâll lose myself should I dare to let go.Â
Fuck, this is insane. How can every new orgasm be more intense than the last? How am I supposed to survive this?Â
But I canât think about that, not when my mind is still buzzing with bliss, my body riding out the aftershocks of my climaxâand Xadenâs mouth still working between my thighs.Â
Oh, no⌠I whimper, begging for mercy, but I know I wonât get any. (Not unless I were to use my safe word, that is, but I donât feel like Iâll be needing it tonight.) Xaden loves eating me out until I canât take anymore, and he knows too well that one orgasm is far from my limit. Trembling with the slight pain of overstimulation, my traitorous body even grinds itself harder against his tongue, begging for more, and who am I kidding? I want more. Need it like the air to breathe.Â
Moaning around Xadenâs cock, I give in to the inevitable, rolling my hips harder against his mouth in search of more stimulation. Xaden chuckles, doubling his efforts as his cock twitches and Iâm forced to pull back a little. I know heâs already won with how pleasure is gathering on top of my previous orgasm again, but Iâm too proud to give up. Moving in time with my hips, I bob up and down his cock, drool slicking up his entire length and balls. Maybe, just maybe, Iâll be able to break through his iron stamina, at least once. Maybe having Liam watching us, groaning and fisting his cock in time with my movements, will affect Xaden as much as it affects me, turning him on and pushing him faster towards the edge.Â
I cling to this hope, my mouth working his cock with desperate intensity even as the pleasure crests once more and breaks, flooding my body, drowning me. I clutch at the bedcovers as Iâm shaking all over, spasming, out of control, and my muscles are clenching hard, nearly painfully. Itâs too much, so good, I canât bear it, never want it to end. Iâm dimly aware of shrieking, Xadenâs length still halfway down my throat, but canât process anything, only that my body is burning with pleasure, falling apart, shattering, and my vision momentarily turns black as everything becomes too much.Â
I come to to lying on my back, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. Xaden is leaning over me, a smug smirk on his face as he brushes sweaty hair out of my face. âNice try,â he purrs. âBut you should know better by now. Although, if youâre this hungry for cock, Iâm sure Liam would be more than happy to provide.â
Iâm too blissed out to turn my head, but I can hear Liam groan somewhere nearby, cursing low under his breath. And the crazy thing is, even though I can hardly move after these two orgasms in a row⌠my guts are clenching deliciously just thinking about sucking Liam off. Fuck, Iâm so screwed.Â
It doesnât take much, only a few minutes of Xaden massaging my trembling muscles, before I have my lips around Liamâs cock, moaning at the taste of both him and me on my tongue. I can barely think, only act, licking over every inch of him and relishing in how he gently rocks into my mouth, his hands on my head to guide me.Â
I am on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed, with Liam standing before me while Xaden kneels somewhere behind me. I donât know what heâs doing, donât care, my mind slipping into no-thought-only-feel territory. I donât need to know what heâs doing because I already know itâll be okay. I donât need to care because he cares for me. I can let myself fall because I know heâll catch me, guide me, hold me.Â
âSo hot,â he murmurs, leaning over my back. âDo you like Liamâs cock? It certainly looks like it. Fuck, I think he might come again soon. Youâre too good at this for your own good.âÂ
Liam groans, but I beam at his praise, my chest swelling with warmth. My tongue works even harder against Liamâs length, against the sensitive part below the tip and the pulsing veins, and I relish in his increasingly needy sounds, in the way his hands in my hair tighten almost against his will.Â
âI need to stretch you for later, Violence. Try not to break Liam completely over there until Iâm done here.â
âHaha,â Liam gasps, but the movements of his hips slow down a bit. âVery funny. As if Iâfuck!âas if Iâd let this chance slip away.â
Something inside my mind perks up at his words, but Iâm too far gone to care. All I know is that heâs too careful. I want him deeper down my throat, want him to fill me completely. So Iâm actually grateful for Xaden grabbing my cheeks and letting his thumb brush over my rim, my body jerking forward on instinct.
âShit!â Liam curses as I take him completely all the way to his base, his legs trembling. âDonât you have a gag reflex?â
Xaden huffs a laugh, his fingers persistently massaging around my hole. âShe does,â he answers in my stead, knowing Iâm in no position to reply. âSheâs just very good at ignoring it when itâs in the way of what she wants.â He leans over me and places a row of gentle kisses down my spine, comforting and reassuring. Full of love.Â
They stop talking for a while, for which Iâm grateful. It means I can focus solely on what I feel, Liam gliding in and out of my mouth, across my tongue, his weight and girth oddly comforting, grounding, and Xaden working me open. His motions are slow and careful but intense, never going so far as to hurt me but clearly skirting the edges of what I can take. One finger, then a second and a third, moving in and out of me to get my muscles to relax. With almost surprising gentleness, he rubs his oiled fingers against my sensitive inner walls, and I canât help but moan at the sublime sensation. Fuck, I love it when Xaden plays with my ass, itâs so good. Itâs not that I can come from this, and even with him working my clit in addition, it would take far longer, but still. Itâs a different kind of pleasure, softer, not as demanding. Comfortable. Or maybe, thatâs it, that it gives me a break from the burning pleasure and instead fills me with warm delight, with anticipation.Â
Even as he shifts behind me and pushes his cock into meâdrawing a deep guttural groan from my chest with how full I feel that in return makes Liam curse at the vibrations around his cockâI feel more like floating in a sea of pleasure than drowning in it. There is no burning fire, nothing pushing me toward my next climax, only white pleasure pooling in my body as he stretches me wide open, tame and content to wait.
I could stay forever like this, suckling on Liamâs cock and relishing every drop of pre-come he releases as Xaden slowly rocks into my ass. And with him nearly just using me to warm him instead of actual stimulation, I know Xaden could hold out for quite a while, too. However, Liam is another matter. I donât know his signs yet and Iâm not in the right mind space to be observant, but even I notice that heâs close, his finger in my hair twitching, his breathing harsh.Â
Smiling to myself, I redouble my efforts, taking him deeper, sucking harder, my tongue stroking the underside of his shaft. And I get why Xaden enjoys eating me out so much; witnessing Liam fall apart is quite the spectacle. The way his fingers tighten around my head in anticipation, how the muscles in his abdomen clench, his legs trembling.Â
I swallow him down as he comes in my mouth, humming at his taste, at the garbled cry that drops off his lips. Behind me, Xaden groans, his cock resting deeply in my ass, his hands gliding up and down my back, my sides. âFuck, you two are so hot.â
I deliberately clench my muscles around him and chuckle at his grunt once Liam pulls out and sinks back onto the bed next to me.Â
âShit,â he gasps, catching his breath. He drops a hand onto my shoulder where Iâm lying on the bed now, smiling happily. âThat was⌠fucking perfect.â
âAnytime,â I wink.
Xaden, returning from cleaning himself up, snorts. âShe means that. You can probably feed her your cock whenever you like, and sheâd even be grateful for it.â
âOnly because you so rarely let me suck you to completion,â I pout.
Smirking, Xaden crawls on top of me, my body singing at all the places his skin brushes against mine. âBecause I prefer feeling you come on my cock when I do. Is that such a bad thing?â
Humming, I brush my lips against the corner of his mouth. âNo, not really.â My lips part easily when he kisses me, his tongue stroking along mine like an invitation to dance, and I canât help but smile against his lips. He barely holds himself up above me, his weight pressing me down into the mattress, and I wrap my arms around his back, longing to feel as much of his skin as possible.
âGods, you two are so cute, I might get sick,â Liam comments, but thereâs no bite in his voice, only humour and something soft I canât quite name.Â
Chuckling, Xaden rolls halfway off me, and Iâm momentarily mesmerised by how⌠how unguarded he is. Itâs not new to me, seeing him like this, especially not in bed. But itâs the first time I see this side of him around someone else, the hard Wingleader front entirely discarded for now. Liam truly must be special to him.Â
âI meant what I said earlier, you can always join in,â Xaden smirks, but then turns a little more serious again. âHow much of a break do you need?â
Liam huffs a laugh. âAround you two? Not long. Give me a few minutes, then Iâll be good to go again.â
âGood,â Xaden beckons Liam closer, then pulls him into another kiss, giving me the perfect view of them making out practically on top of me. âBecause Iâm not sure how many more orgasms Violet can take tonight.âÂ
My eyes widen as they both turn on me as if on some secret code word, both men grinning deviously. I know they shared partners before, Xaden told me about that, butâfuck!âI didnât expect it to be like this.Â
They descend on me like two hungry lions, their hands and mouths everywhere. Liam kisses me, but I can barely focus on it, can only let him ravage my mouth as Xaden claims my nipple between his teeth, his fingers playing with the other one, biting and sucking and pinching until my back arches and I press myself closer against him, needing more.Â
What follows is a wild mess, from my point of view at least. Thereâs no pattern I can discern in how they switch around between kissing my lips and my body, their hands on my breasts, between my legs, caressing over every inch of my skin. I quickly get drunk on how both their bodies are wrapped around me, losing the orientation in an ocean of heated skin and hard muscles, soft lips regularly stealing my breath. Every time I try to reach for one of them, try to control a kiss or lean into one sensation specifically, they turn me around again, changing the playing field until I canât tell up from down anymore, the only small spec of orientation I get the different shades of their skin.Â
The first time, I come on Liamâs fingers, unexpected with how they keep me on a constant high, and my shriek gets muffled by Xadenâs tongue in my throat. The second time, Iâm grinding against someoneâs cock against my clit, coating whoever it is in my slik as two mouths nibble and suck on my neck, my head thrown back in ecstasy. After that, I lose count, lose myself completely between them, between their kisses, their touches, between whispered words and sounds of pleasure, between these two men whoâre closer to me than anyone else ever was. And Iâve never felt so good, so safe, so cherished. So loved.
I donât know when they stopped, only register that they must have as I lie cradled in Xadenâs arms, his lips soothingly brushing along my jaw as I slowly register my surroundings again.Â
âOh, fuck,â I mewl, leaning closer to Xadenâs comforting warmth. âWh-what⌠what was⌠that?âÂ
Xaden chuckles and brushes a kiss against my forehead. âAre you okay?âÂ
I laugh. âOkay? Yeah, I think so. But, fuck, that was just⌠holy shit.â
On my other side, Liam snorts. âSo much for not breaking me. Are you sure you can take more?â
I turn my head to look at him. Heâs hard again, I notice, but from the true concern in his eyes, I know he wouldnât hold it against me if I said no now, just like Xaden, whoâs hardness I can feel pushing against my thigh. âYeah. Just give me a moment to feel my legs again, then Iâm good.â
Xaden snorts, mischief in his eyes. âI mean, itâs not as if youâll need your legs for whatâs next. In fact, I expect you wonât be able to use them as usual for a couple of days after this. But sure, you can have a few minutes.â He turns to Liam, whoâs unashamedly grinning at his words. âSo, do you want her ass or her pussy? Your pick for tonight.â
My breath hitches as Iâm reminded of tonightâs plan. Of what I asked for. Taking two cocks at once already sounded intense when I was merely picturing it. Now having a better idea of the two cocks in question, though⌠Despite the wringer Xaden and Liam put me through just now, my inner muscles already clench again, eager to finally feel them inside me.
Liam smirks, raking his eyes down my body. âI think, Iâd like her ass. I already had her pussy and mouth tonight, and thereâs just something about filling every single one of her holes, you know?â He winks at me.Â
Oh, shit. There he is, the shamelessly flirty side of Liam Iâve come to like, except ramped up to a level of confident cockiness that makes heat pool in my belly once again. If this is how Liam behaves once he puts aside all insecurities⌠then Iâll be so fucked between these two, not just tonight but in the future as well.Â
Gods, I canât wait.Â
Xaden huffs a laugh, shaking his head. âIâll take your word for it.â He gets off the bed and holds a hand out for me. âCan you stand, for a moment at least? Or should Liam carry you?â
I throw Liam a glance, and judging by the smirk playing around his lips, heâd do just that. âIâm good,â I say, and scramble off the bed, curious about how theyâre planning to go about this. Xaden wouldnât tell me and aside from the few details Rhiannon mentioned the other day, I have no idea what positions might work.
âCome here.â Xaden guides me a couple of steps away from the bed, then stands directly in front of me. He takes my head between his hands, then lets them glide down to the base of my neck, his thumps brushing along my jaw. âYou know you can call for an end at any moment, remember? If it gets too much or doesnât feel good, you donât have to go through with anything, especially not for our sake.â
I nod, smiling. âI know.âÂ
Xaden takes a deep breath and nods as well. âAlright.â he reaches for my hands and guides them up around his neck. âHold on,â he says, just as Liam appears behind me, and I feel dwarfed between these two men. It should be intimidating, being at their mercy when reminded of just how small I am against them, but instead, I feel comforted. Safe.Â
I expected more kisses, but instead, I yelp as Liam grabs me by the back of my knees and lifts me up, my thighs pressed against my ribs on either side of my breasts. Xaden steps between my spread legs and takes over one of them, my knee over his left arm as his cock nudges against my slick entrance. âReady?â he asks, his voice gravelly.Â
I nod, eagerly, and try in vain to buck my hips to take him in faster. But I canât move, not even an inch, held tight between them. I might as well weigh nothing at all given the ease with which they hold me in place.Â
âHush,â Xaden breathes into my ear, his lips twitching. âYou donât have to do anything right now.â
I mewl but comply, understanding the underlying order. Clinging harder to Xadenâs neck and shoulders, I hold as still as I can as he penetrates me in one long slide.
âFuck, yes,â he groans, his breathing hitching a bit. âYou feel so fucking perfect.â
Hidden against his neck, I allow myself a grin. With his iron-hard self-control and stamina of steel, I just love that my pussy, being inside me, is one of the few things that can actually break him. âYou, too,â I gasp, my muscles tightening around him, around the comforting heat of his cock. No matter how many times I already came tonight, this will always be my undoing.Â
He gives me a few moments to adjust, only minimally rocking back and forth to ease my body into taking more. But Iâm acutely aware of Liam behind me, still holding my other leg. His lips are on my shoulder, mouthing distractedly at my skin as his other arm moves against my back, clearly stroking himself.Â
âIâm good,â I gasp, leaning forward against Xaden as best I can to give Liam better access.Â
They both chuckle. âSo eager,â Liam teases, his slick tip pressing against my rim without pushing in yet. âAre you sure you can really take both of us? You look like you might split in half instead.â
From anyone else and in any other situation, such a comment probably would have made me angry. But I get it, his concern. I am small, especially when compared to them, so I appreciate him checking in on me. Kind of.
âJust fuck me, Mairi,â I growl.
Xaden snorts. âYou heard the lady.â
Liam takes an audible breath, and then finally moves closer. His free hand is on my waist, holding me in place as he positions himself and slowly pushes in.Â
Yep, I might die from this. I was prepared for the intense stretch and fullness from when Xaden used multiple of his toys on me. But this is so much more than anything I imagined. Itâs a lot to take, physically but also emotionally and mentally, the closeness and intimacy of having them both inside me, itâs overwhelming and I have difficulties breathing freely.Â
âViolet? You okay?â Xaden groans, noticeably fighting to hold still, to give me time.Â
I force my lungs to take a few shallow breaths; thereâs not enough space inside me for more. âYeah,â I breathe, forcing my eyes to flutter open. ââs just⌠just a lot.â I mewl as Liam works himself deeper into me with slow and gentle thrusts, his breathing harsh and damp against my back.
âI know.â Xadenâs mouth is on my neck, tickling me. âBut youâre doing so well. Just relax for us.âÂ
I try to, I really do. But it still takes a couple more minutes before Liam bottoms out inside me, a low curse dropping off his lips.
âFuck, yeah. Gods, youâre so tight, Vi. Shit, your body is amazing.â
I preen at the compliment and awkwardly turn to wrap one arm around Liamâs shoulders, pulling him closer and seeking his lips with my own. My body is an annoying mess on a good day, but at least itâs good at taking cock, amazing even, to the delight of everyone involved.
They give me another short break to adjust to their cocks, to being so full and stretched that I, indeed, feel like splitting in half. But with every heartbeat, it gets more bearable, better, intoxicating. Gods, I hope Liam will accept our offer; I want to do this again.Â
When they start moving, it takes every ounce of my self-control not to scream. I thought just having them inside me was intense, but having them move is even worse. Better. I donât know, donât care. When one pushes in, the other pulls out, perfectly coordinated, and the constant slide and switch of pressure is positively driving me insane. I lose track of all the noises I make and can only clutch at them for just any anchor against the overwhelming sensations flooding my mind. In and out, push and pull, the pressure of being so impossibly full, but also the pleasure of all those sensitive spots being stimulated, sweetening the experience into something addictive. More. I need more.
âMoreâŚâ I mewl, caught not only between their cocks but their entire bodies, again kissing and touching every spot they can reach.Â
âFuck, Violet!â Xaden growls, and his next thrust comes harder, making me cry out and tighten around them on reflex. Liam bites into my shoulder to muffle his shout. And as if theyâd only been waiting for my sign, they both move faster, harder, fucking into me at an unforgiving pace. Fucking every coherent thought right out of my head.
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Liam
Shit, this is better than anything I could have imagined.Â
Being inside Violetâs tight little ass, Xadenâs cock sliding against my own through the thin membrane, her incoherent sobs and cries and his low but urgent groans, the way she clutches at us and Xadenâs hand over mine where we hold herâitâs all mixing into a frenzy of pleasure and sensations, and I canât get enough. Even if this turns out to only be a one-off⌠itâs worth it! And Iâm actually glad I already came two times tonight because Iâm not sure how long I might last as is it, everythingâs just too fucking perfect. But at least Xaden is fighting to hold back now just like I amâhow he managed to last this long is beyond me anyway.Â
By now, our quicker coordinated thrusts turned more erratic, and Violet is practically bouncing on our cocks with how much force we fuck up into her pliant body. Gods, sheâs gorgeous, perfect, amazing. Iâm already in love with her for her wit and her kindness, but this might be enough to make me fall completely.Â
Shit, Iâm so screwed.
âFuck, yes,â she sobs, her fingers digging into my arm as if itâs the only thing keeping her grounded. âYes, yes, yes, please. Oh, please, yes. Yes!â
âFuck, yes,â Xaden grunts against her neck where he sucked a harsh bruise into her skin. His movements are as urgent as mine, even his famous control hanging by a thread by now. âCome, Violet. Come for us.âÂ
I donât know what he does, if he again sends his shadows to play with her clit, but within seconds, Violetâs cries turn into full-on screams as she comes, shattering between our bodies. Itâs gorgeous to watch, how her body grows tense and then erupts, shaking all over, how she throws her head back against my shoulder and screams out her pleasure, her eyes all but rolled back into her head.Â
I last a few more seconds, thrusting into her to prolong her climax and just long enough to see lightning flash outside before I break as well. My shout of ecstasy muffled against her shoulder, I press as deeply into her ass as I can before I spurt into her, that tight coil in my guts once more bursting and sending dart of pleasure through my entire body.Â
Darkness flares around us as Xadenâs control breaks and he shouts, then his cock shudders against my own as he comes, too, his face pressed against Violetâs neck, her hair, his hand clutching at mine.Â
My knees are wobbly as we all catch our breaths, but I canât break, not with Violetâs limp body still supported between us. I catch Xadenâs eyes, dazed like Iâve not seen them in ages, and he gives me a small nod. With a low groan, he pulls out of her, his come dripping along my balls, and steps back, leaving Violet in my arms.Â
Carefully, as if sheâs the most precious thing in the world, I carry her back to the bed and once again marvel at just how small she is. Even weakened as I am, I have no problem carrying her; itâs as if she weighs nothing. And yet, she took both our cocks at the same time, with hardly any difficulties. Absolutely amazing indeed.Â
I canât take my eyes off her where she lies on the bed in front of me, not unconscious, but something close, too blissed out to take in her surroundings and at least half asleep already. So beautiful. Unable to help it, I crawl onto the bed next to her and brush her hair out of her face, my fingers tracing along her brow, her nose, her lips.Â
âAre you going to tell her?â Xaden asks from where he fell onto the bed on her other side. âHow you feel about her?â
My lips tighten at the irony of him asking me this question. He said heâs not blind, having noticed how I look at her. But does he know I feel the same for him?Â
âDo you think I should?â I skirt the question.Â
He rolls onto his side, watching us. âI think that depends on how you decide.â
Swallowing, I nod. Not just sex, heâd said. An invitation for more. A three-way relationship, a triad. Itâs daunting, butâŚ
âI think, Iâd like to try?â I admit, glancing up at him. âIâm not sure how something like that works, though.â
âMe neither,â Xaden admits. âViolet said sheâd met some triads during her time living in various war camps. Obviously, she didnât ask for details about their relationship, but it seemed to work out for them? Weâll just have to figure out how it can work for us.â
I nod, though Iâm still hesitant. Iâm well aware that I am the experiment here. What Xaden and Violet have, itâs something else. Something more. I canât compete with that, only try to tug along as best I can.Â
âHey.â Xaden reaches for my hand. âWe want this to work, okay?âÂ
I snort. Can he read minds now, too? âYeah,â I say. âMe, too.âÂ
I canât help it, though. Even as Xaden and I cuddle around Violetâs already sleeping form, with her head on my shoulder and Xaden curled around her back, his hand resting next to hers on my chest, I feel torn. I want this work, I really do.Â
But is that even possible?
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AN: Looks like Liam is still not entirely convinced they really want him there with them... Poor baby. đ
I have this headcanon about them. We've covered that Violet is multiorgasmic, and her boys clearly enjoy taking advantage of this fact. Liam is multiorgasmic, too, but for him, that usually means he'll only need a little time (~10-15 min) before he can go another round. Xaden, however, is not. When he comes, it would take hours before he can go again, and even that only under special circumstances. However, he makes up for that with a stamina of steel, being able to hold out and fuck for hours without coming.
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Arihnda never understood the âman in uniformâ thing until Thrawn: the crisp expanse of material, its starched lines, the raised rectangle proclaiming rank, the subtle gleam of gold ornamentation, pant creases so stiff, everything a topography of power. Of course, even naked, Thrawn exuded authority and competence. But wearing whites, she couldnât help but appreciate the aesthetic.
A polite âahemâ made her spin away from the mirror, facing her loverâs amusement and raised eyebrow.
Arihnda struck a pose. âWhat? It looks good on me!â
âIt does,â Thrawn smiled, sliding his tunic from her bare shoulders, âbut you look better without.â
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Kinktober Day 11 - Draco Malfoy
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𩶠Day 11 𩶠Hands
Warnings: 18+, obviously smut, unprotected piv, oral (f), both are 18+ for the sake of it
Draco Malfoy x fem!reader (1.2k words)
header by @deathofpeaceofmind
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âLove? Are you listening?â (Y/n) had to blink a few times, shaking her head to rip herself out of her wandering thoughts, drawing her eyes from Dracoâs veiny hands. A soft chuckle left him, hand reaching for her chin to keep her head in place, not giving his girlfriend a chance to move away. âIâll see you after the game, alright?â
âMhm, of course, Iâll wait for you.â She shifted her weight, pressing a kiss against Dracoâs cold lips before he let go of her, disappearing to join the others. With an almost dreamy sigh leaving her, (y/n) turned away, set on finding her friends before the Quidditch game could start, not wanting to miss a second of it.Â
Excitement bubbled deep inside of her as her mind used the few moments of silence she was now offered, once again thinking of Dracoâs hands, the hands she desperately wanted to feel on her body, wrapped around her throat, no longer able to remember when he had touched her last. It had been too long, too long without his body pressed against hers, too long without hearing the sinful sounds heâd produce as he was buried deep inside of her, fucking (y/n) into oblivion.
But tonight theyâd finally get another chance to find solace in one anotherâs closeness, using the handful of hours where the others would get drunker and drunker, not sparing the two lovers any of their attention.Â
(Y/n) couldnât concentrate on her friends, not as the game started, not as the end was near, eyes solely focused on Draco, watching him hold onto his broom, smirking whenever his piercing eyes found (y/n)âs dilated pupils. He was all too aware of the thoughts distracting her, the pictures her mind painted â pictures Dracoâs mind also clung to whenever he allowed his thoughts to wander.Â
âI take it we wonât see you later?â Her friendâs chuckles rang in (y/n)âs ears as she turned towards them with a slight smile, shaking her head without letting one single vowel leave her. Her mind was too occupied with the thought of Draco, thighs clenched together as the first waves of arousal, mixed with anticipation, began to flush through her system. Whatever he was set on doing, sheâd allow it all â just for him.
âThere you are, I was looking for you.â Dracoâs scent clashed against her frame, leaving her mind to race as the mixture of green apples and expensive cologne crawled up her nostrils. His lips had found hers before her reply could leave her, a sight that left their friends laughing, turning away from the lovers to find their way down the hallway, set on getting drunk within the next hour. âCome, letâs go to my room.â
âDonât you want to celebrate first? You deserve it!â Dracoâs piercing eyes found hers before he let his gaze wander down the hallway. With a gasp leaving her, (y/n) was pressed against the nearest wall, held in place by the hand finding her throat, thumb teasing her cold skin.Â
âDo you want me to go down there? I certainly had other things in mind weâd be doing tonight, and taking it from the way you keep staring at my hands today, Iâd say your mind is also focusing on something else.â Draco pressed himself even closer, allowing her to feel the growing bulge of his, making her moan in a desperate need for more.Â
âTake me to your room.âÂ
âŚâŚ
âDonât close your eyes, keep on watching, love.â Draco was nestling between her thighs, tongue pressed against her skin, tasting her arousal. Her moans echoed through the room, swallowed by the spell keeping their sounds hidden from people walking past his room, offering them the privacy they were aching for. He pushed her closer and closer to the edge, with one hand taking care of her pulsing bundle of nerves, while the other was placed on her stomach, fingers interlaced with hers.Â
(Y/n) found herself staring at his hand at any given chance, even as he dipped his tongue into her tightness, making her walls flutter, high on the way Draco was making her feel. She kept choking on his name, unable to let go of the words burning on her tongue, unable to express the way he was making her feel, only able to communicate with her arousal laced sounds.Â
âMy pretty girl, look at you, youâre so needy for me, I could do whatever I want, and youâd still beg me for more, huh?â Draco found pride in the way he seemingly was making her feel, guiding her body like a raft sailing through the uneasy ocean, a raft that would drown without his help.Â
âDraco,â his name left her like a spell, laced with enough strength to catch his attention, carrying a deeper meaning only he could pick up on. âFuck me, please, I need to feel you.âÂ
He didnât need to be told twice, naked body moving up her frame, hovering above her with his signature smirk tugging on his lips. Draco caught her lips in a kiss, making her taste herself on his tongue â a distraction from his shifting, positioning himself at her entrance, pushing into her tightness without another warning.Â
The moan leaving him forced her eyes open once again, staring up at him with awe swimming in her pupils. (Y/n) trembled at the sounds ripping through Draco, sounds that filled the room with every ferocious thrust, forcing his cock deeper into her tightness. Both were set on chasing their highs, not daring to drag this moment out, at least not for the first round of many to come.Â
No words left Draco as he raised one hand, bringing it up to her mouth, forcing (y/n) to suck on the two fingers he pushed down on her tongue. The sight left Draco groaning in satisfaction, thanking his lucky stars for pushing (y/n) into his life, the one heâd die for, the one heâd chase till the end of their time, if it meant being with her forever.Â
Her walls fluttered around him whenever he met her swollen spot, once again pushing her closer to the edge, all too aware of her arising high. Draco was set on making her cum, set on making (y/n) scream his name with her arched back and her curled toes. And within the next moments he managed to do so, watching her fall apart beneath him.Â
Dracoâs name left (y/n) as she came, fingernails clawing at his back, leaving scratches that wouldn't fade for days. He kept fucking into her, even as her body began to relax, reaching his own high with a deep growl ripping through him. She watched him cum with hazy eyes, relieving himself on her warm skin, watching his cum paint her skin white.Â
âI should have picked up on the way you keep staring at my hands a lot earlier.â His whispers left her chuckling, arms finding their way around his neck to pull him in for a kiss, murmuring a soft though teasing âI want to feel them around my throat as I suck you offâ, leaving Draco groaning in excitement for their upcoming adventures.
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KINKTOBER DAY 2: OVERSTIM! w/ POSEIDON (ror)
The drabbles have started. Cw! For riding, and yall know I love slutting poseidon out a lil đŤśđž
How would the world react if they knew Poseidon was a whiner?
That hours in, with your thighs burning and chest heaving, tears would bead and fall from his eyes as you ride him into a climax that makes him see white.
The King of the Seas is gripping sheets until they rip because you make him feel so good. Embarrassed at the warmth in his face, he hides from your gaze. But as the only one with the privilege to take him this far, riding him over the edge again and again and again, you'll be damned if he hides your prize from you.
The expanse of his chest heaves as he tries to keep up with you. You're ruthless though; taking him deep with each slap of your ass against his thighs, hands splayed on his stomach for purchase. His skin is feverishly hot, coated with enough sweat that it dripped down his sides to the ruined sheets below. His muscles jump and twitch beneath the surface, and it's euphoric when you feel everything tense after hitting the right spot.
Poseidon is typically quiet in bed, but tonight, glorious music fell from his tongue like heavenly bells welcoming you home. High-pitched whimpers and whines he didn't wanna remember in the morning, moans that rawed his throat as they scraped up and out of his chest. You lean forward, trying to get as close to the source as possible.
You fingers creep and crawl, finding themselves at home where his perked pink nipples were. You pinched them, and his back arched. You rolled one, and his hips jutted up from the bed into you. You took one into your mouth, not forgetting to give the other an appreciative lick, and he twitched before cumming inside.
You groan, bouncing your hips faster as his hands find your waist, but by this pointâ too weakened to truly stop you âall he could do was grasp at your sticky, sweaty skin and take it.
#record of ragnarok#shuumatsu no valkyrie#record of ragnarok x reader#poseidon snv#poseidon x reader#ror poseidon#poseidon smut#snv smut#the psychotics writing#PSYCHOTIC KINKTOBER23
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KINKTOBER DAY 2: SEMI PUBLIC
Yall why tf I forgot to schedule this post. I just woke up and was like wtf. Anyways a year later yall gettin the finished version of this.
The waitress, innocent in her unawareness, made her way over far quicker than Barbatos wished.
Your fingers didn't stutter once in their rhythm as she approached. When she spoke, "Yes? How may I help you?", you felt his cunt squeeze around you, arousal drizzling down the thoroughly-soaked digits.
From where the waitress stood, all she saw was your hand in your boyfriend's lap. He was tomato red, a strange glazed look in his eyes that suggested illness of some sort. Oh dear, was there a problem with the tea?
"Ah, was the tea not to your liking? Our deepest apologiesâ"
You slide your thumb across his clit, making him jump. Cold tea sloshed over the side onto the table.
You and the waitress both gasp, hers coming out significantly more genuine.
"Please, let me clean that for you!"
In the second it takes to retrieve a towel from her uniform pocket, your thumb moves to his clit in true, rubbing mind numbingly slow circles as your fingers sped up.
Barbatos wasn't sure he could breathe. The woman was bent over the table, dutifully cleaning up his mess, occasional glancing up in confusion at the forced stoicism on his face. She was so close. Close enough that if she looked down right now, she'd see you. Close enough that if she listened in, the bustle of the busy Cafe would fade to the wet gush of arousal leaking into his (thankfully dark) pants, forced from his cunt by your skilled fingers.
God, why was it taking so long to clean such a small spill?
"Once again, um, our apologies sir. May we help you with anything else? A refill, perhaps?"
He hoped he didn't sound too breathy. "Itâs f-fâŚ" he closes his eyes against beading tears as you switch your pace again, nails digging into the soft skin of his palms as his hands fisted in his lap. "Fine. May I⌠hah, may I please have a refill?" He shoves the words out, fighting the urge to fuck himself on your fingers the whole time.
Wearing a slightly befuddled expression, she nods, absentmindedly scribbling on her little notepad and backing away.
Barbatos pants, relaxing onto your fingers and allowing them just a little farther inside. The squelch of his own arousal meets his ears and manages to further warm his face.
"You're amazing," You lean in, whispering into his ear and basking in the shiver that ran through him. The sun was going down, and it's rays were hitting him perfectly, making his hair and eyes glow with a special sorta brilliance that drove you insane. His lips, bitten raw by this point, were red and puffy, begging to be kissed. Hot, flushed skin looked soft to the touch, was soft to the touch, begging to be caressed and cared for.
You smile, your own lust like a beast that'd caught its prey in your eyes. Barbatos was quick to catch the change in mood; quick to realize he was extremely fucked.
To outsiders, you look like a couple on a rather awkward first date, or perhaps like one on their umpteenth. A teasing lover and a shy one.
Oh, how Barbatos wishes it was that simple.
"Do you wanna cum?" There was a barely leashed excitement in your voice. Never had a whispering seemed so loud, loud enough to drown out everything else all at once.
There was only one answer, really.
"Yes."
Your smirk was devilish. "Then beg the waitress for it."
...
....
.....
What?
Pretty green eyes filled with tears as they widened to saucers. Beg... the waitress?
The last woman he wanted to see at the moment appeared behind the counter, chatting it up with a coworker as his drink cooled on its platter. He had a few minutes at most.
"What do you mean? How can I... what would I say?"
Your smile gets no less evil, a dark chuckle leaving you as your fingers stopped all movement. He whines automatically at the loss, just managing to stop his hips from grinding down when he catches your look.
"You of all people are acting like you don't know how to beg?" How he managed to blush even more, only the devil knows.
You roll your eyes at the helplessness on his face. "Figure out, and quickly, she's coming back."
In one fluid movement you retrieve your hand, earning a gasp as you wrap your arm around his waist, slide back into his pants and pose your middle finger right over his clit.
"Anything else?" The lady says, setting down the tray and dutifully moving the cup and it's little plate infront of Barbatos.
You smiled, nodding your head to Barbatos. He inhaled, hoping his expression was polite and simple, despite the watery eyes and rosey cheeks.
"Yes, please..." You tap his clit, making his eyes flutter. "Please, may Iâ fuckâ I mean, please can," Steady breathes began to break as your tantalizingly slow circles broke his focus. He was almost there, so sensitive, so close. Please, please, please...
She smiled, but it was... different, this time. She leaned down, hugging her notepad and pen to her chest.
"Go ahead and cum, pretty boy."
And he did. He came hard as you pinched his clit, jaw dropping open as nothing but a shocked exhale left him, a single, thankful tear falling down his cheek as his orgasm shook him to his soul.
When it was over, two sets of hands were upon him. One was yours, the other was the waitress'. You both smirk at him, twin whispers of "Good Boy," meeting his ears.
#obey me barbatos#obey me x reader#sub barbatos#barbatos x reader#shall we date barbatos#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me smut#unaveragewrites#barbatos#UNPSYCHOTIC KINKTOBER23
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Kinktober '23 Masterlist đđ
Hey all! For this year's Kinktober I have curated this list of all my posted fics so that I have an easy-to-access masterlist for y'all to use and peruse. Please enjoy x
Jonathan Crane/Reader - Corn Fucking
Green Goblin/Reader - Desk Sex
Jonathan Crane/Reader - Knife Play
Poison Ivy/Reader - Vine Bondage
Zero Year Riddler/Reader - Breeding
Jonathan Crane/Reader - Hysteria
Dream/Corinthian - Consent
Morgott (Elden Ring)/Reader - Teasing
Jonathan Crane/Reader - NonCon
Captain Boomerang/Reader - Restraints
Scarecrow/Harley Quinn - CNC
Leon Kennedy/Reader - Fisting
Jonathan Crane/Reader - Piss Kink
Dano Riddler/Reader - Riding Crop
Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter - Tit Job
Jonathan Crane/Reader - Noncon #2
Whole Day Off Crane/Reader - Reversal
#kinktober#kinktober23#writing#fic#Jonathan crane#digger harkness#hannigram#norman osborn#morgott the omen king#scarecrow
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The fandom is obviously having a moment over Gale having a very nice time in a bath and getting fingered and I am loving this for all of us.
October is here so there are TON of fics going on Ao3. So here's some fic recs for some lightly spicy stuff I thought was really well executed:
Gale getting pegged :)
Gale and Tav invite Astarion in some time after the game
Karlach pegs Wyll (and the world is healed)
I'll keep editing this post to add anything else I think is particularly well done!
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KINKTOBER DAY 14
TITLE: Some things are better left unknown
PAIRINGS: Bang Chan x Felix x reader
WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate every single interaction with those posts so please do not engage with my work or page whatsoever.
SUMMARY: a threesome with Chanlix where youâre yet to discover a very sobering truth about the pair of them.
TAGS: explicit language, threesome, oral sex (f!reader receiving), porn with plot, use of the name 'baby girl' and 'angel', swearing, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex but protected anal sex, double penetration, big dick!Chan agenda, praise, slight body worship if you squint, kissing/making out.
A/N: Aussie line fucks hard, bye. (If there are mistakes, I will fix them. Currently running on v low sleep)
KINKTOBER23 - MASTERLIST
TAGLIST: @mal-lunar-28 @luneskies @queenmea604 @kibs-and-bits @kbitties @aaasia111 @fairy-lixie @dreamingaboutjisung
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Milk, nori, rice, raw tuna, coffee, yoghurt, bread, and eggs.Â
This was all Chan sent you to the supermarket for. All of which could have been easily picked up from the convenience store down the road. Maybe minus the raw tuna which has to be high grade since Chan wanted to make an attempt at onigiri for the first time. However, you wouldâve saved an entire trip to the busy supermarket.
Not to mention, grocery shopping sucks in general. At least that is when youâre on your own. In your apartment that you share with your good friends Chan and Felix, two people are responsible for the shopping per week which rotates each time.Â
If youâre with Felix, sometimes you both tend to muck around. Not to mention forgetting almost a quarter of things on the shopping list which ends in a stern lecture from Chan. On that matter, if youâre with Chan, itâs an in-and-out task at the store in less than ten minutes.Â
Efficient and practically timeless.
Even though itâs no trivial matter, you manage to get through the pointless shopping before heading home to the apartment. These couldâve been picked up at the convenience store, you think to yourself again. A sigh leaves your lips as you unlock the door, bumping it open further with your hip as you slide your shoes off.Â
âIâm back. Remind me to buy an umbrella next time-â
Your body freezes on the spot. The bag of items falls from your possession, collapsing onto the floor. Something inside it broke but itâs nowhere near enough a distraction for what is in front of your eyes.Â
Maybe you need your vision checked because if your eyes werenât deceiving you, then you wouldnât have just seen Chan and a topless Felix who are both making out. The two of them sat on the edge of the bed, still lip-locked until they caught onto your presence. Â
For the few seconds you stood there, rooted to the ground, felt the absolute longest.
Neither of them was as internally panicked as you when they noticed you standing there. Nor did they have hundreds of questions zapping around their brains in the span of a few seconds. It was like your entire vocabulary had turned to dust and were blown away because there were no words to describe what the hell was happening.Â
Maybe it was a dream.Â
âT-That was quick,â Chan stammers with an awkward chuckle, breaking away from Felix, almost pretending like nothing just happened.Â
Felix looked like a complete mess. Dark brown hair mangled - clearly from Chan either running his fingers through it or tugging it - the air gets stuck in your throat with those two theories in mind, painting very interesting visuals and an odd sensation in your stomach.Â
Chan looked equally dishevelled. Thereâs a dark red splotch peeking above his collarbone that you had no trouble guessing how it got there. On top of that, his pants were already half undone, and his lips were bitten red and wet, and they both looked soâŚsoâŚ
âWhatâŚthe fuckâŚâ you manage to speak once your mind has cleared the only one per cent of its capacity to grasp the circumstances.
âItâs not what it looks like,â Felix quickly says as he stands up from Chanâs lap and walks over to you.
It was useless for him to try to take advantage of your shell-shocked state because once your surprise had completely thawed out, your words started coming back to you.Â
âOh my god, what am I even doing?â You ask, clamping your hands over your eyes, ready to head right back out of the apartment. âIâm heading out.â
âWait!â Chan calls out, arm outstretched towards your direction. âYou donâtâŚyou donât have to go. If you want, you can maybe join us. IfâŚif you like.â
Join them? Blindsided by those words, there was no trouble for the difficulty you had in trying to figure out if you heard right or just imagined what Chan said. Why would he ask you that question? But more importantly, why were they hooking up in the first place? It was evident that there had been something going on between Felix and Chan - unless this was just a new one-time thing.Â
However, even if it wasnât, you had been left out of the secret. Nonetheless, you quickly came to your senses. Whether they hook up or not is none of your business.Â
âJ-Join you?â You stammer.Â
âYou donât have to if you donât want to,â Chan emphasises. âItâd be rude to not let you in on the fun.âÂ
You definitely werenât hearing things, and this wasnât a dream.Â
At first, you canât understand why youâre even considering their request, but there is one piece of information that sprung to mind and thatâs your sex life. It hasnât been entirely sex-filled as youâd like it to be, not to mention your slight lack of experience with threesomes wasnât vast - but it also wasnât limited either, especially after that encounter you once had with two of their friends Changbin and Hyunjin on a separate occasion. Although, they didnât need to know that at all.Â
That being said, this takes the cake. You canât even comprehend what Chan or Felix are like in bed but, the opportunity seemed too ridiculously hot to pass up.Â
âYou...you want me to-â
âLike Channie said, if you want,â Lix assures you, interrupting your babbling.Â
You arenât somewhat surprised that Felix would ever want a threesome. Heâs had sexual partners here and there in the past, multiple ones at a time. However, Chan never struck you as the type to have sex with more than one person. Even after a year of living with him and getting to know him, heâs still pretty private and exclusive.Â
With the matter at hand and the more you think about the prospect in front of you, you arenât opposed to the idea. So with your brain taking full control of your body, you hesitantly step over the discarded groceries lying on the ground. This is happening. Felix picks up on the right cue and extends his hand out to you as you take it gently.Â
He guides you over to the edge of the bed where Chan is still sitting, but as youâre led over, he rises to his feet. There were a few seconds where youâre a little bit bewildered by whatâs going on, but when you look into Chanâs dark eyes and as he takes your free hand, you become more centred.
Before you know it, he leans down to kiss you and kisses you good. Youâve never felt anything like it and as Felix releases your hand and sneaks behind your body, your mind starts turning into jelly. He gently swipes your hair to the other side of your shoulder while his other hand freely roams around your waist, underneath your shirt to feel the heat of your skin. His mouth places chaste kisses from your shoulder up to your neck.Â
It feels so heavenly to be sandwiched between them; Felix kissing, biting softly over your skin while Chan continues to explore your mouth. It was impossible to think that just a few minutes ago, you were at the grocery store and now a complete world shift just seems to be occurring within that time frame.Â
Chan breaks away from you for a second, kissing you tenderly one last time before sitting back down on the bed and moving up to the headboard. God this is really happening. Youâre too deep in it now to not follow him like a lost, yet obedient puppy. You can see that heâs hard and want to touch him so badly but-
âSit between me and face towards Felix,â he instructs before you can even reach for him.Â
Your cheeks burn. While you have no idea whatâs entirely in store, your body is getting excited and very obviously, so is Felix. He crawls over to you once youâre snug in between Chanâs legs before he tugs your shirt up from the hem and tosses it aside. Then, he finds your lips and kisses you until you have to silently beg and chase him for it.
Squirming in place, you feel hot and subjugated by Chan sitting behind you - snaking and trailing his hands around your now half-bare body, and Felix in front of him, whoâs now gone on to give his supposed man some attention too.
Heâs up on his knees with his body so close to you that you can feel the heat from him. Chan tilts his head up from resting on your shoulder and lets Felix take what he wants. The slick wet sounds of them both kissing along with the tiny moans you can feel in your ear, makes you shiver all over. Youâre only still comprehending this all, that this is still actually happening.Â
âSo needy,â Chan says as he breaks away from him, inches away from his face when Felix hears and feels you unbuckling his belt. He straightens back up and consumes how flustered you are, observing the way you blink up at him pleadingly, displaying how badly you want it now.Â
Felix smirks, gently grabbing your face with one hand and lowering down just enough to kiss you senseless again. But he cannot stray away from his other plans so frees himself from your lips to help slide your pants off down and discards them to the side.Â
Immediately, you can see where this is going.Â
âAw, look how bad you want it,â Felix comments, swiping his thumb over the damp spot of your underwear with enough pressure for you to muffle a whine by biting down on your lip. You do want it bad and already seem to be losing a fight to the pleasure Felix is barely giving you.Â
âDonât tease her too much,â Chan cautions.Â
Felix doesnât seem to hear the warning for him as he helps you shimmy your underwear down. From there, Chan takes over. He hooks both of his legs over yours and separates them to not just expose you for Felix but to hold you down for whatâs about to unfold.Â
Heat accelerates through your cheeks as you feel embarrassed. At this point, your brain hasnât caught up with the fact that you never show this much skin, let alone any skin in front of either of them. But that was going to be an afterthought for you when Felix distracts your mind by gently prying your legs open from your bent knees.
Pathetic whimpers slip past your lips as Felix lies down on his stomach, his face inches away from your pussy while he pets and glides his two fingers in between your folds.Â
Your head shoots back onto Chanâs shoulder, very narrowly missing his face, âf-fuckâŚoh my god.â
Without warning, you feel the tip of Felixâs tongue lap a few times over your clit. If it werenât for Chan acting as a human restraint to hold you down, there wouldâve been a solid chance of you lurching forward. His arms are still wrapped around your abdomen, preventing you from moving forward so that you can take what Felix is giving you.Â
Itâs cruel, but Chan thinks itâs necessary for you to feel everything. Which you do when your hands grip each of Chanâs thighs, nearly squashing him backwards between you and the wall.Â
âHow does it feel?â he asks you.Â
âF-Felix, mmm-â you breathe out his name, unable to answer properly and feel some vibrations from Chanâs chest to suggest that he was chuckling. Mainly at the fact that you werenât able to directly answer his question.Â
But itâs not long until the room quickly fills with your whimpers and moans mingled with the beautiful wet sounds as Felix keeps eating out your pussy. Tingly sensations spread like wildfire throughout every cell in your body from his mouth. Itâs gradually becoming impracticable to keep up with his tongue. Not that youâve ever imagined it before, but he does give good oral, good enough to put your breathing pace out of whack when he sucks on your clit.Â
Heâs not afraid of enjoying himself either. You can hear and feel his moans reverberate throughout your lower half. It even adds to the sensation of bliss thatâs forming a knot in the pit of your stomach. So even though you donât know, this is as good for Felix as it is for you. To him, itâs like going to heaven.Â
What you also didnât seem to know was when Chan unclasped your bra from behind your back and placed it to the side. His hands went from just holding you to now groping and playing with your tits as your body continued to melt into Felixâs mouth.Â
âYouâre loud arenât you?â Chan whispers in your ear, rolling both of your nipples in between his thumbs and fingers to make you mewl and squirm. The different methods of pleasure send interesting messages to your brain that only make that crest of ecstasy build higher.Â
You can only mewl until coherent words appear in his brain and out through his mouth, âs-sorry.â
Felixâs head game is so ridiculously mind-blowing that it makes you forget what language you speak.
Chan chuckles, purring into your ear, âdonât be sorry. You just canât help it can you?âÂ
His hand circles up to your jaw, tilting it towards his face. He confirms in his mind how much of a mess you are. Cheeks stained pink with a fucked up expression that reads âI need moreâ, to which Chan reaches down and kisses you, sloppy and lazy.Â
The velvety feel of your mouth when you open up more is slick with warmth. Itâs starting to become more obvious how close you are when you start moaning repeatedly into Chanâs mouth.Â
âIâm going to fuck you after this,â he breaks away, just inches from his lips again.Â
You never wouldâve guessed that Chan was even capable of forming such a dirty sentence. Then again, you never wouldâve guessed that you would ever be in the position that youâre in now -Â having a threesome with your two housemates.Â
âIâmâŚyouâre gonna make me cum,â you sob, turning your head towards Chan on his shoulder, almost as if you were trying to escape the expansion of euphoria. He couldnât help but kiss your forehead, waiting for you to brace for that wave.Â
âYeah?â Chan rouses. âWant to cum for us baby girl?â
You nod, too helpless to form an answer when youâre on the cusp of a forceful orgasm. He underestimated the strength he needed to hold you down, especially when youâre about to cum. So just when he needed to add more force, your body stiffens. Your legs so desperately crave to clamp around Felixâs head to help triage the pleasure, but itâs no use when Chan has you completely locked in.Â
Your eyelids flutter, head pressing back further into Chanâs shoulder, âyes! Iâm cumming!âÂ
With ragged, heavy breathing, the all-consuming pleasure takes you by the throat as the pleasure surges without control. Even though youâre being held down, it doesnât stop your body from quivering. It lasts for what feels like an entire minute â one of the best orgasms you think youâve ever experienced.Â
Felixâs tongue slows down to a snail's pace, licking a few final stripes before kissing his way up your body, from your clit, abdomen, and then up to the base of your throat. His chin glistens as he adorns a smug smile.Â
âFuckâŚâ you sigh out defeatedly, the aftermath of experiencing a volume of pleasure was starting to take its toll. âOh my god.â
Chan kisses the side of your head, âsound so beautiful when you cum. Lix, switch with me so I can fuck her, yeah?â
âWait-â you pause, trying to reorient yourself as you hold onto Chanâs forearm for support. âI wanna ride you.âÂ
Felix looks down at you, âyou sure angel? Channie isnât exactly small.âÂ
From that statement alone, it was obvious to you that Felix was speaking from experience, a strong indication that they had in fact mucked around at least once in the past if not multiple times. But it didnât matter if Chan or Felix for that matter was packing twelve inches, you needed to have something inside you to tame that need of feeling full.Â
âI want to ride you-â you nod to Chan â âbut I want you to fuck me at the same time-â you indicate towards Felix.
Neither of them expected you to be into that. Then again, they didnât necessarily expect you to join them in bed either so anything was a surprise to them at this point. Chan and Felix canât deny how insanely hot it is to hear you not only ask for them to do something but specifically ask you to do that.Â
âAre you sure baby?â Chan has to ask you for assurance.Â
âI canâŚI can take both of you.â Â
Still stunned at your answer, Felix ushers to Chan, âyou heard her.âÂ
He cannot lie and say that heâs not excited, because he is â they both are. So while Felix goes into the bedside table for a condom and lube, you move yourself off of Chan, turn around and start unbuckling his belt and helping him take his jeans off, almost like youâre in a rush. The imprint of his hard dick is enough to make your mouth water, and as Felix said, Chan definitely isnât small.Â
âEasy, Iâm not going anywhere,â he chuckles, reorienting himself on the bed so that his head is on the pillow. Â
Felix returns with the items he needs to help prep you, taking it as a sign to straddle over Chanâs legs and slowly tug his black boxers down. His cock springs onto his abdomen, the dark pink tip reaching just under his belly button. He had to be at least eight inches. Maybe just under, just.
âReady angel?â Felix asks, kneeling behind you as you straddle Chan. The position would allow you to not only ride Chan but to take Felix from behind too, a dream so delicious that you canât help but wonder how it was still all possible.Â
âYes,â you mutter.Â
âOkay then,â he replies.Â
Chan then holds the base of his cock steady for you, watching you slowly take those eight inches. The tip of his dick gently slots into your pussy, taking your time with sinking down. The warm heat engulfs his length, already sending shockwaves throughout his lower half.Â
âThatâs it, baby,â Chan says encouragingly, his fingertips delicately massaging over the skin of your things. âGood girl.â
You bite down on your bottom lip at the extraordinary stretch. In the meantime, Felix squirts a dollop of the lube onto his fingers to warm it up a bit before applying it to your hole.
He thumbs over it, sending shivers up your spine. Itâs vital to him to make sure that youâre prepped well for him to fuck your ass. So he starts small by slowly inserting the tip of his finger, before gradually using slow yet long strokes, enough to make your head loll back.Â
Felix has to express in awe when he sees the result of your efforts to fully envelope Chanâs length, âlook at that. You took all of him, angel.âÂ
You know very well that you have because you can feel him in places that other men in your past havenât reached. The stretch still sings a bit but it could easily be confused with the gorgeous satisfaction of Chan filling you right out.Â
âSoâŚbig,â you strain out, scratching your nails down Chanâs abdomen, almost like a cat, just not as painful.Â
Meanwhile, as Felix has slowly been stretching your hole out with his fingers, he uses his teeth and his free hand to peel the foil back of the condom packet. He had already freed himself from his jeans when he went to reach for the lube beside the bed so was hard and ready to roll the condom down his cock.  Â
âMâready Lix,â you say to him, unable to see the smile you brought to his face from how eager you are.Â
âI know baby, just one second,â he replies before aligning his cock with your hole.Â
Very carefully and slowly, he starts pushing his tip in. Your eyes flutter shut, steadying your breathing in the process in preparation to take all of him as well. Chan rubs up and down your arm, distracting you from the temporary sting. With the lube doing its job, Felix can continue to push in at a leisurely pace right until he has the majority of his cock wrapped up by you.Â
âDoing so well Y/N,â Chan says reassuringly. âJust stay like this for a bit until youâre ready to move yeah?âÂ
You nod, allowing your body and muscles to relax and ease into the pleasure thatâs starting to fade out the burn. Itâs difficult to comprehend a fuller feeling than this; to have two cocks stuffed in you to the hilt, and after a few moments of getting used to it, you slowly start to move.Â
âMmm, yes fuck,â you sigh with satisfaction, using your hands on Chanâs abdomen to steady your body as you being to move your hips. âYou bothâŚfeel so fucking good inside me.â
Your words were difficult for Felix to not listen to who was trying to ward off from thrusting for a little bit until you were comfortable with him starting to fuck you. It wasnât until your movements became a bit quicker that he began to catch up to your pace. Very quickly did the room turn into a space brimming with moans, wet sounds, and the sound of skin slapping. It was plenty to add to the intense sensation you were hurtling towards. Â
Chanâs eyes are fixated on watching your pussy swallow his cock with every long stroke you take on him, âoh my god.â
With his tank top still on, Chan lifts it by the hem and holds onto it with his teeth. It wasnât just to make sure that your hands werenât going to be slipping on him as you use his abdomen to support yourself when you rock down, but it was also to restrict a whole bunch of moans that were about to rip through his chest. But even that couldnât put a lid on the groans and growls rumbling from him.Â
âTaking us both so well angel,â Felix says exasperatedly in your ear.Â
His deep yet velvety voice has you leaning back slightly so that half of your back is pressed against his chest. With the help of you turning your head towards his face, Felixâs mouth crashes onto yours, almost tasting the remnants of yourself from before. He kisses you passionately, moaning into your mouth like heâs going to die if he doesnât.Â
âFucking perfect,â he growls, diverging from your mouth to dive into your neck to suck a few hickies in and groping your tits from behind. âCanât get enough of you dammit.âÂ
You sob out as he pinches your nipples, but also when Chan reaches down to your pussy, finds your clit and begins to rub in perfect motions, âgod â fuck, I canâtâŚsâtoo much!âÂ
Their cocks hit spots so phenomenally that each time they stroke over them, your holes involuntarily clench around them. Not to mention the total stimulation they were feeding you.Â
Felixâs hips havenât faltered since they started pumping forward into your ass. The upward curvature of his cock seemed to be scratching the part of your brain that is responsible for making your eyes roll back. Chanâs dick on the other hand had you shaking. The length and girth were sickeningly satisfying.Â
âNot gonna last,â you whine, still keeping up the same pace when you rock down on Chan and feel Felix continue to thrust in and out. âSo closeâŚâÂ
The hem of Chanâs shirt is long gone from his mouth, already given up on trying to suppress whatever was going to come out, âgonna cum for us again, huh? Such a good girl, taking us both at the same time.âÂ
Chan couldnât lie either, but he was close a long time ago, probably the second you decided that you wanted to ride him. Felix happened to be on the same page. He couldnât get over this entire situation, finding it so fucking hot that even just a dream of it would be a blessing.Â
Words start to slip away from your brain once more. Aside from your orgasm swimming towards an astronomical high, you try to cling to that amazing feeling before it eventually disappears. But all good things come to an end. Your nails dig into Chanâs thighs while Felix has one arm barred just under your chest as the other hand doesnât let up on your nipple. It throws your pace off balance and staggers your breathing when you start reaching that very pinnacle of euphoria.Â
âYes! Fuck, Iâm cumming!â You scream out.Â
Your thighs clamp around the frame of Chanâs lower half, shaking and shivering in place as the pleasure reaches its apex. Felix didnât let up on his pace, fucking you all through your orgasm as Chan replaces your motions by fucking upwards and into you. Both of your holes spasm and contract around their dicks, enough to actually make them cum by the time youâve reached the height of your orgasm.Â
âIâm gonna cum, holy fuck, sâtoo good,â Felixâs head rests on your back, watching his cock disappear in and out of you before he starts to bust inside of the condom. His fingernails brutally dig into your hips when he cums.Â
Your moans easily fill up the room once more now that you have no choice but to succumb to the euphoria when your orgasm hits its hardest. Chanâs head tips back further into the pillow, eyes screwed tight shut as heâs hit with a tsunami of pleasure.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck!â he exclaims loudly, his chest heaving up and down as he spills inside of you. Heâs lucky that he did because as the pleasure reached a point where it was too much for you to bear, you slowly lean forward towards Chan, their cocks sliding out of you in the process.Â
On each exhale your body shudders, like the surges of aftershocks while the pleasure slowly plateaus. From this angle, Felix can still see you contracting, watching Chanâs cum leak from your pussy. If he wasnât so fucked out, he wouldâve had the energy to eat you out again.Â
In saying that, he is the first to recover and come to his senses a bit faster than either you or Chan. He takes the condom off, ties it, and discards it in the rubbish bin in the corner of the room before putting his boxers back on. Meanwhile, youâre still panting trying to catch your breath, resting on top of Chanâs body, you feel his hand run soothingly up and down your spine.Â
âSuch a good girl for us,â he says caringly. âFelt so good.â
Felix sits beside you both at the top of the bed. He cards a gentle hand through your hair, observing your distant expression, âyou there baby?âÂ
You blink up at him and nod, your brain still trying to process that sort of orgasm.Â
âWhen youâre ready, weâll get you cleaned up yeah?â He smiles softly down at you.Â
As the minutes ticked by, Felix lent you a helping hand to stand up when you were ready. Even though you were wobbly on your feet, he still guided you to the bathroom and ran a nice hot shower. Both Felix and Chan joined you in a bid to make sure you knew that they were there, dousing you with as much praise as an individual could get â and they meant every word.Â
When you were ready to hop out, Chan fetched you one of his warm jerseys and placed it straight over your body before telling you to hop in his bed while he went to gather up the towels and clothes from the bathroom. Just as he was picking up the last items, Felix caught him right as he was about to walk out.Â
âShe okay?â Chan asks him.Â
Felix nods reassuringly, âout like a light.â
âAlright then,â he sighs contently. âSheâll probably be asleep for the rest of the day.â
âMm,â he hums, staring at a space just to the side of Chan who picks up on the subtle behaviour.Â
âIs there something wrong?â Chan asks as a slight concern balloons in his chest.Â
âWhen are you going to tell her?â Felix asks.Â
Chan stares at him, trying to figure out what he means, âtell her what?âÂ
He rolls his eyes and chuckles, âthat you like her, idiot. That we like her.âÂ
That had been a distant thought for Chan for some time. The possibility of that ever working out between the three of you seemed like a long shot. You only all slept together. There was no depth to it other than that even though deep down, Chan wouldâve liked it to be for the sole purpose that he likes you. But itâs not just him.
Itâs also the one standing at the doorframe, staring right back at Chan; Felix.Â
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Scully was irritable today, snapping at you over the most menial things. A lot of pent up energy with nowhere to direct itself other than at you so why not let some of that out? The sex was your idea and she hadnât hesitated to drag you into the backseat of your car and ride out that energy in a forgotten parking lot. [Mulder and Scully have some car sex]
iv. Car Sex.
You shut your eyes, stuff your face against her chest, and try to focus on not coming too soon. But Jesus, it was difficult; the feeling of her sliding up and down, engulfing you in her wet heat only to lift off and let the cold air hit your skin. Three times youâve threatened to blow so far and there was one rule: Do not come before her.
It was an unspoken rule but one you understood instantly. Scully was irritable today, snapping at you over the most menial things. A lot of pent up energy with nowhere to direct itself other than at you so why not let some of that out?
The sex was your idea and she hadnât hesitated to drag you into the backseat of your car and ride out that energy in a forgotten parking lot.
So here you are now, trying not to come.
You feel a fourth lurch and grip her hips.
âScullyâŚâ you warn but she cuts you off.
âDonât you fucking dare, Mulder,â she says through gritted teeth and you donât dare. Instead you try to focus on other things like how soft her skin feels beneath your face.
You move your lips downwards, kissing and nibbling your way around her tit, pulling the skin between your teeth and biting gently. She moans and you keep at it. Your end goal if very simple- get her to come and then you can come.
You continue your path around her flesh, getting closer and closer to the middle. You run your teeth over her nipple and she shudders above you, movement stalling momentarily. You pull the bud into your mouth and suck hard, fingers slipping between bodies and finding her clit. One bite and three circles later and she is coming, clenching around you hard, nails digging into your shoulders.
A fifth and final lurch and youâre coming too, finally, spilling into her as your body shakes.
Eyes still closed, your lay back against the headrest, breathing heavily. When you open them again, you meet her.
âBetter?â you ask.
She smiles at you, tension-free.
âMuch,â she answers. âThank you.â
She climbs off you and starts to get redressed. You follow suit, stretching your aching knees.
You climb into the drivers seat and continue on your journey, the atmosphere considerably lighter.
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Teasing With Serious Consequences
Fandom: Fourth Wing - The Empyrean
Pairing: Xaden/Violet - Riorgail
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Violet is set on getting Xaden to fuck her, no matter how much she has to tease him before he snaps.
@kinktober2023 and on AO3
AN: This is once again a shorter and tamer entry for this Kinktober collection. It's set in the same verse as Part 1 (Not Playing Fair) with Xaden now being an instructor, but also shares some lore with Part 3 (Little Kitten).
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âIâd be wearing that dark blue nightgown, the one you like so much, that closes with those ribbons at the front. The last time I wore it, you used your teeth to remove it, remember? And then went down on me for half of the night. Gods, that was so hot. Iâd like to keep it on a little longer this time, though. I like how the silk feels against my nibbles.â
âViolet!â
I suppress a giggle and dunk a bit of cauliflower into the sauce before bringing it to my mouth. My eyes flutter shut and I hum at the rich taste of the gravy. So delicious.
Somewhere across the dining hall, silverware clatters onto a plate, and I smirk.
âOr maybe Iâd wear one of those full-body stockings you have in that armoire of yours instead,â I muse. âYou know, one of those that just hug my body with bands of silk and lace in between. I imagine those would be pretty sexy, with how they highlight every curve but leave nothing to the imagination. I wonder how it feels when you touch me through one of those, with the fabric against my skin. Oh, or you could trace one of those bands with your mouth, aaaall the way down between my thighs. I bet Iâd be completely soaked before you even made half of the way.â
In my mind, I hear Xaden growl. âViolet, stop it! Lunch break is almost over, and I canât go to combat training with a boner.â
This time, the giggling slips past my guard, drawing curious glances from Rhiannon and the others. But I donât bother explaining; they know about Xadenâs and my telepathic link by now.
I debate showing mercy on Xaden; as an instructor, he should appear professional. But teasing him is just so much fun, and after he edged me for nearly the entire night, I deserve some compensation, right?
âYouâre right,â I throw back at him with fake compliance. âAnd itâs not as if you could fuck me right here on one of the tables to get it out of your system.â
âVioletâŚâ This time, he almost sounds pleading, and I smirk.
âAlthough, just think of the shocked expression on Dainâs face when you push intoââ
Somewhere across the dining hall, a glass shatters and people yelp. I check in with Xaden to make sure that nobody got hurt, then, with a huge grin on my face, take my trey and stand. âLetâs head over to the gym,â I say cheerfully. âCanât wait for our combat training class today.â
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âI mean,â Rhiannon mutters as we stand near the back of the room and supposedly watch Liam and Imogen spar. âI always knew Riorson was hot. Thatâs basically just a fact. But⌠damn, Violet? Is he really that packed?â
My lips twitch but I manage to keep them under control as I throw a glance to where Xaden gives instructions to another pair of fighters on the mat in front of him. He looks scrumptious as ever, his muscles clearly visible beneath his black clothes, arms crossed in front of him, and with that line of deep concentration between his eyes that I always want to kiss away.
But thatâs not even it today, not the reason why half the class throws glances at him, some blushing and some giggling. Itâs the clearly visible bulge at his crotch that keeps drawing everyoneâs attention away from his instructions, the outline of his cock more than just guessable.
âYep,â I quip back at Rhi. âHe is.â
As if he was listening in on our conversation, Xadenâs eyes flicker to meet mine and he throws me a half heated and half reprimanding look.
I throw a sweet smile back at him, combined with a memory of me on my knees in front of him, of his hard cock buried deep in my throat, of my muscles convulsing around him as I chokeâŚ
His lips press into a thin line and I think I can see his cock twitch, even from the distance.
âStop it!â he growls into my mind. But we both know that he could shut me out at any moment. The fact that he doesnât do it speaks volumes.
âOr what? Will you fuck me right here on the floor?â
I know Iâll probably pay for this later, teasing him where he canât do anything about it, but itâs absolutely worth it when he shifts his weight and his eyes flutter shut for the briefest of moments.
The rest of our training continues much the same. I keep teasing Xaden with more and more graphic images or descriptions while Rhiannon and eventually Ridoc, too, make more and more direct comments about the tent heâs sporting. I really have to give it to Xaden, though; aside from his raging erection, he doesnât let anything show. I thought at least a dozen times heâd drag me off into some shadowy corner then and there, but to his credit, he kept in control.
Until the end of class.
Weâre all filing out of the gym, the next group already waiting, and head over to the flying field, when my feet suddenly get stuck. Glancing down, I spot a slim band of shadows around my ankles, and my eyes flare.
Finally!
âVi? Are you okay?â Rhiannon cocks her head at me, Ridoc and Sawyer already a few steps ahead.
âYeah, IâŚâ I lick my lips, thinking about what excuse I could give her. And decide to hell with it. âGo ahead. And tell Kaori Iâll be a few minutes late.â I smirk.
For the fraction of a second, Rhiâs eyes widen, then she grins. âAlright. Have fun, girl.â
âNot sure, fun is the right word,â a voice coming from the shadows to my right murmurs once Rhiannon is out of earshot.
A shiver runs down my spine as I turn to where I know Xaden has to be, somewhere. âOh, I had a lot of fun so far,â I keep teasing and slip into his cloud of shadows, hidden neatly in a windowless alcove.
He moves me faster than I can comprehend, my back hitting the stone wall, and I gasp. Heâs right in front of me, giving me hardly any room to breathe or time to think before his hands wrap around my thighs and he lifts me up, my legs around his hips.
âDonât you have a class to teach?â I gasp, humming when I feel his bulge grind into me. I donât care that I canât see a thing, not when Iâm with Xaden.
âThey can wait a couple of minutes. This wonât take long. Now, quiet.â
With one harsh motion, Xaden tears at my trousers and they split open at the seam, leaving me entirely exposed in a heartbeat. I yelp when his fingers push into me without a warning, and I have to clamp my hand over my mouth to keep from making more noises. Fuck, this is exactly what Iâd hoped for, a quick romp between classes, desperate and messy.
Xaden snorts, though whether in response to my thoughts or to something else, Iâm not sure. âYouâre wet, good. Wouldnât want to hurt you.â He withdraws his fingers sooner than I like but thankfully replaces them with his cock in an instant. Had he already been waiting here half-undressed in the shadows?
However, I donât get the chance to think about that when he spears into me without a warning and my cry of surprise and stinging pleasure only gets silenced by him effectively punching all air from my lungs with that one thrust.
âYou think you can play games with me, little brat?â he growls, his lips skimming across the near-black stone on my collar peeking out atop my high-necked vest. âTime to teach you a lesson, then.â
He withdraws his cock, lifting me up to do so, then lets me drop again and thrusts up into me at the same moment.
Fuck! I nearly scream.
Itâs jarring, especially when he does it again and again, but also so good. All I can do is bite down on my leather-covered arm to keep from howling until the entire citadel knows what heâs doing to me.
Faster and faster he goes until heâs positively bouncing me on his cock, pounding into me at a harsh and brutal pace. Itâs all I can do to somehow be as quiet as I can when some late cadets hurry past our alcove, Xaden not slowing down in the slightest.
âXadenâŚâ I sob into his mind. Teasing him all day didnât leave me unaffected either, and this rough fucking is just what I wanted, punishing yet so good, having me dangle on that edge in mere minutes. I knew it wouldnât take long, but fuckthisissogooood.
In my head, I hear him laugh. âNu-uh, little brat,â he croons, at odds with his cock pounding my insides and his mouth sucking a bruise against my neck. âNaughty girls donât get to come on masterâs cock.â
I whimper when he groans and pushes even deeper into me, cock twitching as his come spurts into me. I want to come, too, need it, and try to grind against him for that little bit of extra friction against my clit thatâll surely be enough to push me over the edge as well. But even during his climax, Xadenâs grip on my hips is firm, unyielding.
âOh, please,â I whimper, forgetting to use our bond to speak, and Xaden growls.
âYou brought this onto yourself,â he snarls into my head, and his tone vibrates through my entire body, making everything inside me tingle with lust. âNow, back to class. Weâll continue your punishment at a later time.â He pulls out and places my feet back onto the ground, his come leaking down my thighs.
His shadows retreat and I stare down at the mess he made of me. âHow⌠how am I supposed to explain this when I need to get new trousers?â
âNot my problem,â he snarks, sounding almost amused as he walks back to the gym as if heâd only been to the bathroom. âBut you should get a change of clothes before you head to the flying field. Even with your saddle, riding could be slightly uncomfortable like this.
âOh,â he adds, âand no touching yourself. Not until I got the chance to properly punish you tonight.â
I follow him with dazed eyes, my core clenching around nothing. Fuck⌠this is going to be a looong dayâŚ
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