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honeylullaby · 3 months ago

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All I Need.

(Rivals) Declan O’Hara x Reader

Suggestion by darling @shmoppop 🫶🏽

Title derived from All I Need by Lloyd.

18+ FANFIC / SMUT! Reader character aged at 21. Hope you enjoy! 🩷

Declan had been unobtainable recently — anguished by Maud setting off for London, and conflicted deeply since meeting you. Drowning his sorrows with cheap whiskey and making his way through a pack of cigarettes in just under an hour, you had initially met Declan in the local pub, and found yourself transfixed with his acerbic Irish charm. And whilst he wanted nothing more than to tear your ruffled black cocktail dress from your body, he’d practised incredibly self restraint and denied your advances, informing you of his wife’s leave, but promptly giving you his address.

It was Saturday night, and the bitter Autumn night was drawing to a close, an incessant downpour of rain advancing onto The Priory. Immensely bored and already slightly tipsy, you stumbled up the driveway, only observing one small light on in the kitchen. Rapping a knock onto the front door, the hallway light subsequently flicked on. Dressed only in khaki tweed trousers held up with a black leather belt, Declan O’Hara opened the door with a disdainful expression, puffing furiously on a cigarette. “Yes?” He spat, violently suppressing the urge to smirk. “Hello, you mad, grumpy bastard.” You joked, pushing past him and making your way to the sitting room, collapsing onto the plush scarlet-red chaise lounge.

“What are ya’ doing here?” Declan asked, taking a seat on the matching sofa across from you. “I thought you could do with some company. I’ve got whiskey.” You grinned, brandishing a rather large bottle of Bell’s. Declan said nothing, but glared at you in scornful deliberation at being disturbed, or so you believed. I wonder how those lips would look if they were wrapped around my cock, he was actually thinking. When he’d sufficiently pushed the thought from his mind, Declan rose from the sofa to fetch some glasses. Taking the opportunity, you frantically rushed to undo the top button of your linen blue blouse, pushing up your cleavage. Slamming the glass tumblers onto the table, Declan returned and poured you both a brimming glass of whiskey.

It didn’t take long for the both of you to be completely intoxicated — Declan was such a terrible influence, and you had a remarkably low tolerance for whiskey. Gawping at Declan’s bear-like chest with a lecherous gaze, you sloppily unbuttoned your blouse, releasing your voluptuous breasts bursting out of an intricately laced white bra. “What the hell are ya’ doing?” Declan growled under his breath. “Sssh shhh.” You whispered, sliding from the sofa and crawling over to the chaise lounge on all fours. A salacious grin wiped itself across Declan’s lips, gaze firmly affixed on your bouncing breasts. Creeping over to him and unzipping his trousers, you tugged at them softly. Taking the hint, Declan kicked his trousers down to his ankles, his white boxers swiftly following them.

“Oh my.” You groaned, rubbing your nose across the outline of his growing cock. All Declan could do was sit back and watch. “You’re so big.” You gasped, releasing his cock from its confines. Taking his girth in between both hands, you flick your tongue across the tip, savouring every drop of his pre-cum, feeling the heat of your cunt grow as Declan’s growls increased. His brutish hand outstretched, stroking over your hazelnut locks, but you batted it away promptly. “No. Let me please you.” You mumbled through a mouthful of his cock, taking as much of it into your throat as you could. “Your mouth feels amazing, girl.” Declan purred, balling his fists until his knuckles grew white.

Cupping his balls with your right hand, you forced his cock into your throat, gagging with every motion. Drool had began to pour from the sides of your mouth like miniature waterfalls. Declan’s thighs were trembling under your touch — his head reclined back, jaw to the floor in ecstasy. “How does it feel, girl?” He muttered, watching as you unlocked your jaw even wider. Mumbling a distinct reply, you continued your barrage upon his cock, stroking his balls to coax him further into his orgasm. “Fuck, fuck ya’ gonna make me cum.” He spat, twitching frantically under your mouth. He loved taking a step back and watching you perform for him. “Mhm mhm.” You hummed, swirling your tongue around the base of his cock.

Before he could pull back, Declan shot his load of sweet cum down your throat, a thunderous groan accompanying every rope. His entire body contracted, as you pawed at his cock, not wanting a single drop to escape. “Fuck, you taste so good.” You whispered, sucking gently at the tip of his cock. Never would you have imagined taking control of Declan O’Hara.

“Give you what you want, cause your love is all I need. I’mma turn you on, with all the things I do.” - All I Need.

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ninibeingdelulu · 8 months ago

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Lemon cake ✧

Plot: You’re his cute little wife, happily waiting for him to come home.

The rumbling roar of his motorcycle growling up the driveway had your face instantly lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning.

Toji was finally home after being gone for that extended undercover op - the first real solo mission he'd taken since you both decided to get married six months ago.

You barely had a chance to set down the mixing bowl cradled against your apron-covered belly before the front door was banging open to admit your husband's hulking, sweat-slick frame stomping across the threshold in a cloud of gunpowder and grime.

"Toji!" Came your gleeful squeal of delight as you scrambled towards those outstretched arms opening to envelop your petite figure against his heaving chest at last.

Nothing could've prepared you for just how fiercely those steel bands would clutch you close once they encircled your waist, though.

As if he'd been withering away without your warmth to cling to while facing down whatever fresh hells the past weeks had dragged him through beyond those city limits.

"Missed you so damn much, baby..." came the deep, guttural rasp muffled into the crown of your soft tresses while his battle-roughened palms roamed up and down your arched spine in long, soothing sweeps.

Like a man dying of thirst finally gulping down the most deliriously refreshing oasis.

Even the woodsy cologne teasing your senses beneath all those lingering metallic and cordite odors couldn't disguise just how eager he was to soak up your delicate floral fragrance again.

Taking heady lungfuls directly from the sensitive curve where your shoulder met your throat as he swayed you both lightly while cradling you so reverently against that granite-sculpted torso.

"I can tell..." you giggled out through beaming cheeks squished against that solid wall of muscle.

Making a show of pinching your nose shut and leaning back with a dramatized look of disgust to take in his weathered, disheveled appearance head-to-toe.

"You’re stinking, mister! What was this mission you went on - crawling through a septic tank?"

That deep timbre rumbled out past his smirking lips while one large palm cupped the back of your tousled crown to guide you forward again for a lingering brush against your forehead.

Tender as a whisper of gratitude for welcoming him back to your shared sanctuary after facing the ugliness of the world beyond too long...too lonely without your healing glow to guide him home once more.

"Let me rinse off this filth then we can snuggle back up on the couch and I'll tell you all about it, doll..."

Punctuating the promise with a gratuitous squeeze over your trim waist to savor that tiny, soft frame of yours safe in his crushing embrace once more.

"...Right after I take a sniff of whatever mouthwatering treat you got baking back there."

Squirming out of his covetous clutches with a dismissive roll of your eyes, you swatted his bicep before padding back over to the industrial oven's open portal just as the rich citrus zest began wafting forth on a fresh wave of heat pouring into the kitchen.

"Lemon cake - your favorite."

You sent him a cheeky smirk over one bare shoulder as the first molten golden peaks came spilling out.

"Figured you'd be too strung-out from your solo run to want a full spread waiting. So I made sure to have dessert ready for when you finally dragged that ass of yours back here again."

The grin bisecting those ruggedly chiseled features was positively rapacious now. Gray irises already devouring every succulent curve of your flushed, glistening silhouette framed within the oven's honeyed glow while he shed his combat boots to recline back onto the plush leather sofa.

"Less yappin', more strippin', Pipsqueak...then bring that sweet peach right over so we can kill two birds with one load of cream filling together."

With a derisive albeit thoroughly entertained scoff tossed over your shoulder, you bit back the indulgent smile tugging at your mouth before reaching up to unfasten your apron strings one-handed.

Just like that, that infuriatingly cocky beast was back on the prowl - chasing your suddenly racing pulse with each molten syllable leaking out past those sensuous lips already glistening with promise.

As if he'd only been lying in wait to pounce on that tantalizing opportunity to make up for all your nights spent far too cold and lonely without him crowding his overwhelming presence back where it belonged.

Maybe there wouldn't be any 'snuggling' for the next few hours after all...just another brand of delicious perspiration dripping between your tangled bodies throughout this indulgent reunion instead.

But what you agreed on, is that you weren’t approaching this man until he took a very long shower.

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sarahscribbles · 1 year ago

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I humbly submit the following request for The Black Suit™️ drabbles:

Crawling onto Loki’s lap (hello, thighs) and using that infuriatingly taunting tie as leverage while you ride him.

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟖𝐤

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐠, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐦!𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢

𝐀𝐍: 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐊, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 ;)

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭��𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Unsurprisingly, you hear the familiar smooth drawl of Loki’s voice before you’ve fully crossed the threshold of Tony’s study.

“My, my, darling, I can feel the frustration rolling off you from here. Has something happened?” he asks innocently, not lifting his eyes from whatever book he’s got splayed across those firm thighs.

For a second - only a second - any lingering annoyance that it’s taken you forty five minutes to find this menace that is the love of your life is forgotten.

Loki is reclined back against the soft brown leather of the sofa with an almost empty glass of scotch held loosely in his hand. He’s still wearing that damn black suit, only now the jacket lies discarded over an ottoman and he’s rolled the sleeves up to his elbows.

Even in the dim half light cast by the array of lamps, you can still see the veins protruding along his forearms.

It’s nothing short of decadent filth, tasteful indecency, and it’s all for you.

You cross your arms over your chest, fighting valiantly to stay composed given the sight before you. “What’s happened is that my boyfriend is a tease!” you reply, trying desperately to mask your arousal with irritation.

There’s a soft thump as Loki snaps the book in his lap shut, followed by another as he tosses it carelessly to the other side of the sofa. “Oh? How dreadful. You have my sympathies, of course.”

He sets his glass to the side with a quiet clink of glass on mahogany and turns those devastating eyes back to you. They’re alive and dancing with mischief and unspoken debauchery, and when he spreads his thighs just that little bit wider, you feel any lingering resolve crumble to dust at your feet.

“Perhaps you’d like to come over here and talk about it?” he offers with a sly grin.

You roll your eyes with affectionate exasperation. “Menace.”

Slipping your shoes off along the way, you pad across Tony’s expensive bear skin rug to take your seat on Loki’s lap, but two firm hands on your hips prevent you from doing so.

“No,” Loki says simply and twirls you around easily so you’re facing him. He nudges one thigh between your legs and looks up at you, still wearing that wolfish smile. “Now sit.”

Molten heat blossoms like a spring flower beneath your cheeks and stirs to life like a storm between your thighs. Such is the bewitching power of your lover that three simple words are enough to unravel you like a spool of thread.

Ignoring the steady, rhythmic thump of Tony’s sound system and the distant chatter of a hundred conversations taking place at once, you seat yourself obediently on Loki’s thigh. Through the skimpy lace of your underwear you can feel the material that covers his firm muscles; it’s soft and expensive and would likely feel heavenly as you…

“Darling, if you wish to relieve your frustrations, you only need ask.” Loki’s smooth voice breaks through the pink haze of your arousal at the same time his hands curl around your hips.

You hadn’t realised how you’d been rocking them against his thigh.

“Loki, come on!” you huff, locking your own hands around his wrists. “This isn’t fair!”

“Isn’t it?” He teases, smirking at you while pressing his thigh more snugly against your aching cunt. “I’m giving you exactly what you want. All you have to do is ask, dove.”

He’s maddening when he’s like this. He knows there’s little to nothing you’ll deny him, even if it’s asking permission to ride his thigh.

For a silent moment you do nothing but hold his gaze, but when he rocks his thigh against you once more, you feel the last of your resolve crumble to dust at your feet.

Damn this menace!

Mischief glitters like stars in those pretty green eyes. You know that he loves moments like this, loves hearing you beg for his body. It would be easy to dismiss it as nothing more than an ego boost, but you’ve known him for long enough to know it’s just as much a search for reassurance that you love him and will only ever crave him.

As if there has ever been any competition.

You peer at him through your lashes with feigned demureness, running your hands along his thigh for added effect. “Please can I ride your thigh, Loki?” you ask softly, feeling his fingers twitch around your hip as you do.

“You may,” he replies, but his hands remain locked infuriatingly around your hips. “On one condition,” he adds, smirking even wider when you groan.

“Come, now, darling, what did you expect?” he teases, lifting one hand from your hip to tweak a nipple through the thin material of your dress. You breathe out a curse and watch the familiar green shimmer of his seidr dance in the palm of his hand.

You know it means mischief - as it so often does - but you can’t help but be struck dumb watching his magic at work. It’s soft yet powerful, beautiful yet dangerous.

It’s Loki.

“The condition is that you wear this,” he says, and holds up a deep black ring gag. “I’d rather enjoy seeing how messy you can get for me.”

Searing arousal burns through your veins, so much so that you can’t stop the shiver that shakes your spine. You’ve had this man more times than you can count, in more positions than you can count, yet he never fails to find some new way to make you ache for him.

“Con…condition accepted,” you tell him, already feeling the hoarseness creep into your voice.

“Wonderful,” Loki answers.

He works the gag into your mouth until it’s comfortably behind your teeth and fastens the strap behind your head. Almost instantly, you feel drool begin to collect on your bottom lip. Loki collects it on the pad of his thumb to smear it around your open lips, saying nothing as he admires you.

“Mmm, darling, I already know what I’ll be using this gag for next,” he purrs, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “You remember your safe word when you can’t speak?”

Quickly, you raise your hand to snap your fingers.

“Good girl,” he says and kisses your forehead. “I’m all yours, my love.”

As you begin to grind on his thigh, you feel a familiar gentle warmth tingle between your thighs, and suddenly the soft material of his dress trousers is blissfully against your bare cunt. He raises his hand and you see your underwear dangling from his fingertips. The grin he gives you is wolfish as he then pushes them into his pocket.

“ ‘uck!” you groan out, feeling your eyes roll in your head as you grind furiously against his thigh.

The friction against your cunt is divine to the point that you briefly forget about the gag holding your mouth open. Until you suddenly become very aware of the drool dripping off your chin and down your neck.

“Oh.” You look quickly to Loki without slowing down. “ ‘i ess.”

“It is too beautiful to be ruined, darling, I agree,” Loki taunts and reaches for the thin straps at your shoulders. Easily, he pushes them off until the top half of your dress falls to pool below your stomach, leaving your breasts fully exposed to him.

“There we go,” he then says, and the mischievous glint in his eyes dares you to complain.

“ ‘uck ake!” you say through laughter, but it melts to a moan when his fingers begin to tease your nipples.

They twist and taunt, flick and squeeze, and his teasing touch almost sends you into orbit. You bear down on his thigh, chasing your release with renewed force when Loki collects a fingertip of escaped drool to smear it over your nipples.

“Good girl,” he praises you, gripping your chin again to force your eyes on his. “Keep those lovely eyes on me, dove. I want to see every second of you falling apart.”

There’s a roughness beginning to lace his own words and it only fuels the flames licking furiously at your core. To know that this man desires you so deeply and so fully. You could get off on that fact alone.

As the first tiny waves of your release begin to ripple through you, you reach for Loki’s tie, gripping it like a vice to help propel you towards the edge. You hear his sharp intake of breath, hear the deep, guttural curse that tumbles from his lips, and feel his fingers dig into your hips so hard you know they’ll leave a bruise.

You know you must look a mess - panting and grooming with your dress pooled on Loki’s lap, all while your own saliva trickles down your chest - but each curse and praise that falls like spring rain from his lips assures you that he’s enjoying every second of it.

To you, that’s all that ever matters.

With each roll of your hips over Loki’s firm thigh, the coil in your stomach twists tighter and tighter. Your climax is building within you like a storm, each rocky wave of pleasure washing down on you with purpose as you grip Loki’s tie like a life raft.

His cheeks are stained pink from watching you, and there’s a new, almost feral, light in his eyes. It’s you that’s exciting him, and it’s you he’s all too likely thinking of ravishing. It’s that alone that sends you right to the edge.

“ ‘ease, ‘oki! ‘uck! ‘ease!” you beg him, knowing there’s no chance you can fight off the pleasure that’s bubbling to a crescendo inside you.

“Yes, darling.” He answers immediately, gripping your hips with renewed strength to guide you through your release. “You have my permission. Be a good girl and cum for me.”

It’s blinding. It’s a release so earth shattering that stars dance at the edge of your vision and tiny bells ring out a melody in your ears. Loki’s hands never leave your hips as you howl his name as best you can. You thank him, you curse and moan, you chant his name like a prayer until your orgasm fades to nothing but a pleasant tingle between your thighs.

And then you fall forward onto Loki’s chest, exhausted.

Those familiar strong arms quickly wrap around you and deft fingers undo the gag. With care, he eases it from between your lips, swiftly running his finger along your jaw to ease the ache and to clean you up.

“Beautiful, my darling,” he murmurs softly into your hair as you rest against his shoulder. “I’m so very proud of you.”

You feel his lips against the crown of your head and nuzzle further into his neck. His arms are heavy and comforting across your back, and the silk of his shirt is soft and cool beneath your cheek. It would be all too easy to fall over to sleep and Loki seems to be in no rush to break the spell.

“Love you,” you say quietly against his neck.

He squeezes you in reply. “As I love you. I wouldn’t sleep for too long, dove. The night is still young, afterall.”

He doesn’t see the excited smile that crosses your lips.

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phoebe-delia · 3 months ago

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i can go anywhere i want, just not home

Going back to my Drarry and TS roots! Here's "my tears ricochet" by Taylor Swift for @drarrymicrofic

"I knew you weren't dead."

Draco smirked, triumphant, and waited for Potter to reply—to react. But he didn't seem overly surprised to see Draco on his doorstep. He sighed and scratched at his beard. "Come in, I guess," he grumbled, gesturing vaguely inside the small cabin in the middle of Tumbleweed, U.S.A.

There was tea, at least, even if it was served in a strange, thick yet lightweight cup. "Styrofoam," Potter said when Draco just frowned at the offering. "It's what I've got. It's safe. Just drink it."

So Draco did, sitting on a lumpy sofa, the red fabric torn in a few places and a bit frayed. He noticed some scratches on the small wooden coffee table in front of him; no doubt from Potter propping his feet up, shoes and all. Now, Potter opted for a brown faux leather recliner across from him, eyeing Draco over his own steaming cup.

"How'd you find me?"

"I was in the neighborhood."

"In rural America?"

"Yes."

"You?"

"Yes, Potter."

"Why are you here?"

"I'll tell you if you tell me why you want the world to think you're dead."

"Not everyone. Just most people. My friends know where I am, if that's your concern."

"Potter—"

"Fine," Potter said with a sigh. "I left because I had to. The faking-my-death part was so no one would follow me."

The silence stretched between them for long moments. Draco took another sip of tea.

"Your turn, Malfoy."

Draco took another sip and set his cup down on the coffee table. "You're not the only one running away."

Potter scoffed. "Speak for yourself. I didn't run away."

"What do you call leaving abruptly and permanently without so much as a goodbye?"

"I call it none of your fucking business," Potter nearly growled. "I left. I don't owe you, of all people, an explanation."

Draco leaned back against the couch, tilting his head as he considered Potter. "No, I suppose you don't." He then rose from his seat, vanished the cup, and nodded once. "Well, this has been great fun. Thanks for the tea."

Draco took quick strides toward the door and was about to open—

"Wait!"

He paused, but he didn't turn around. "Yes?"

"You never said—how did you find me?"

Draco chuckled. He opened the door and turned his head to look back over his shoulder at Potter.

"Like I said. I was in the neighborhood."

"But why?"

Draco let his smirk stretch wide. "And that's what I call: none of your fucking business."

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