#like they are using their whole body to kiss not just their mouths

[feinv]

könig is gross when in love

cw. period séx. sweat. drool. questionable use of tongue? overall nasty stuff look away.

this whole relationship thing is new for könig, but he had heard the stories of how love makes the grossest things appear sweet, yet, for some reason, he gets called weird by you quite often.

the first time he tried to eat you out and you gently pushed his head away from in between your thighs, explaining that you were menstruating, he just furrowed his brows in confusion like…okay? what does it matter, schatz? not buying into your excuses, as he started peeling your panties off. you had to spend the next fifteen minutes bargaining with him to at least let you take a shower first before he shoves his mouth into your cunt full of red liquid, slimy blood cloths, and god knows what else. he scoffed at you like you robbed him of treasure, but went along with it as long as you allowed him shove his tongue or dick into your warm walls. if you use a tampon, he might actually pull it out because he WANTS to get messy…

you avoid kissing because of morning breath? too bad. he is already shoving his tongue deep into your throat, moaning and grunting like he is devouring the sweetest meal known to mankind.

when you two work out together, more often than not, he finds his dick aching in his pants when he sees your skin glistening, pupils dilating as he is on you in a matter of seconds. honestly, good luck trying to push his giant body away. you are already trapped under him on the soft matt, his face nuzzling your neck as he inhales your natural body scent with a faint mix of your deodorant, groaning before he licks the sweat off of your neck. and your whole body, too. all the while humping his sweatpant-covered hard crotch against your thigh, feeling himself closing to an orgasm embarrassingly fast.

if he comes to bed late, finding you tucked in and already asleep with a little drool pooling at the corner of your mouth and leaving a tiny wet spot on your pillow, instead of wiping it away with a tissue, his first instinct is wiping the corner of your lips with his thumb then shoving it into his own mouth. i mean, he has been inside of you, and you two make out all the time, so what’s the difference? right, liebling? :(

not only has he been inside of you with his dick, but also with his tongue. your cunt, your ass, your mouth…your ears…nostrils…your belly button…sorry not sorry. literally plunges his tongue anywhere he can. even though he does the last three in spite of the moment, and it only lasts for a second — for which he earns a jab to his chest and a palm shoving his face away — he chuckles and continues with his bullshit, making you repulsed every now and then.

and when you tell him “you’re disgusting,” he is just like :< and lowkey offended because what do you mean???

how can he be disgusted if it’s you? there is nothing you can do that will ick this man out.

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[dollgxtz]

Night Of Secrecy (Unfolded)

Word Count: 3k

Tags: sylus x fem!reader, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, creampie, fluffy near the end, petnames like kitten, sweetie, my love :3

AN: Yeah so, I typed this up really quickly cause the whole "fade to black" isn't enough for me. Infold I wanted to read some action, not innuendos! (¬_¬"). So here it is, my personal take on what happened between us and Sylus that night <333

The room was charged with unspoken desire as your eyes locked with Sylus's, the air thick with anticipation. His question hung between you, a silent plea for confirmation of your shared longing. "Say it again," he whispered, his voice a low rumble, his crimson eyes piercing through you. "Kitten, do you want it?"

Your heart raced, its beat echoing in your ears, a rhythm that seemed to sync with his. You knew this moment, this silent understanding, was Sylus's way of seeking your consent, his unspoken question hanging in the air.

With a deliberate move, you reached out, your fingers gently threading through his short, damp hair, the sweat a testament to the passion simmering between you. You felt the tension in his muscles, the coiled energy of his desire, and you wanted to soothe and stoke the fire simultaneously.

Leaning closer, your breath mingled with his, your lips an inch from his, you held his gaze, your eyes conveying the depth of your answer. "This," you whispered, your voice a caress, "is my answer."

Your kiss was a declaration, a surrender to the desire that had been building between you. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a language of passion and consent, your lips moving against his with a hunger that matched his own.

Sylus responded with fervor, his hands cupping your face, his kiss deepening as he claimed your mouth, his tongue dancing with yours in a sensual rhythm. The kiss was an affirmation, a seal on the unspoken agreement, a promise of pleasure to come.

With deliberate slowness, Sylus lowers himself, his hands trailing down your body, leaving a path of fire in their wake. His lips brush against your skin, tracing the delicate curve of your collarbone, the warmth of his breath a teasing promise of pleasure. Your body responds, a shiver running through you as he kisses his way down, leaving a trail of molten heat.

When he reaches the apex of your thighs, his touch is gentle yet insistent, coaxing your legs apart with a confidence that leaves you breathless. He pauses, his eyes flicking up to meet yours, seeking that final confirmation, that last unspoken consent. The intensity of his gaze is a question, a challenge, and an invitation all at once.

"Say it, kitten," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through you. "Tell me what you want."

Your breath catches, the words tangled in your throat, a heady mix of need and anticipation. "J-just go down there already...," you manage, your voice a whisper, a plea, and a command all at once.

With a wicked grin, he lowers his head, his lips finding your clit with a precision that makes you gasp, your back arching off the bed in response. His tongue is a velvet caress, teasing and tormenting, each flick and swirl sending jolts of pleasure through you. He takes his time, savoring every moan, every shiver, guiding you to the brink with a skillful patience that leaves you trembling.

Your body quivered with the intense pleasure as Sylus's skilled tongue danced over your sensitive bud, sending sparks of delight through your core. "It's...too much, Sylus..." you whimpered, your voice a breathless plea, your fingers tightening in his hair, holding on as if seeking solace from the overwhelming sensations.

"You can handle it, kitten," he murmured, his husky low voice sending vibrations through your body. "Let me show you how much more there is to explore."

His tongue, warm and wet, continued its dance, licking and swirling, building the pleasure to a crescendo. Your breath came in short gasps, your body trembling, your hips moving involuntarily, seeking more of his touch.

"Ah....mhgn..." you moaned, your voice a surrender to the sensations. He chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound, his tongue increasing its pace, pushing you further into the realm of ecstasy.

"That's it, my love," he encouraged, his voice a low, primal growl. "Let go, let me take you there."

His words, spoken with raw desire, spurred you on, and you surrendered to the climax, your body convulsing under his skilled tongue, your release a powerful wave of pleasure that left you trembling. He continued his oral ministrations, riding the waves of your orgasm, his tongue moving in rhythm with your body, drawing out the pleasure, ensuring you were sated and satisfied.

As you lay there, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps, your body still trembling from the intense orgasm Sylus had coaxed from you, he smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You're so responsive," he whispered, his fingers trailing along your sensitive skin, making you shiver under his touch. "Just as I imagined."

"I need a moment…" you pleaded, your voice hoarse, your body still recovering from the overwhelming waves of pleasure. But Sylus, ever relentless, leaned in closer, his intentions clear and unwavering. His fingers found their way to your soaked core, teasing the sensitive flesh there. The sensation was electric, a jolt that made you gasp and arch instinctively towards him.

"Shh…" he soothed, his voice a low, comforting rumble. "Just one more." With that, he slipped another finger inside you, his skilled digits working in perfect harmony, coaxing you to the edge once more. The ache was relentless, a tide that surged through you, each movement of his fingers a spark that ignited your senses.

Your body, still sensitive from the previous orgasm, erupted with ecstasy once again, your inner walls clenching around his fingers, your release a powerful wave that left you trembling and breathless. Sylus, ever attentive, captured your climax with an almost reverent precision, his fingers now drenched in your essence.

He brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving yours. "You taste delectable, sweetie" he murmured, his voice a velvet purr that sent another shiver down your spine. "I think we're both ready for the main course now, though."

With a fluid motion, Sylus rose, his fingers deftly working the zipper of his pants, the metallic sound slicing through the air like a promise. He freed himself, his cock standing proud and ready, a testament to his desire. The sight of it sent a thrill of anticipation through you, a visceral reaction that tightened your core and set your heart racing.

Yet as your eyes traveled the length of him, another feeling began to grow within you, winding its way through the anticipation like a serpent.

Fear.

You'd figured he was big, had felt the weight of him against you in teasing moments, but the reality was something else entirely. His cock was long and thick, a formidable presence marked with prominent veins that seemed to throb with every beat of his heart. It jutted out with an air of authority, each pulse a silent declaration of its intent.

A tremor ran through you, a mix of awe and nervousness. How was that ever supposed to fit inside you? The sheer size of him made your stomach flutter with nerves, a delicious yet daunting challenge.

"I don't think that's going to fit…" you managed to say, your voice a breathless whisper laced with both apprehension and a reluctant excitement. Your eyes were glued to him, unable to look away from the imposing sight of his cock, each moment stretching into the next as you tried to reconcile the image before you with the anticipation of it penetrating through your body.

Sylus, sensing your hesitation, moved closer, a reassuring presence that grounded you in the moment. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin, a soothing gesture that belied the intensity in his gaze.

"Oh, but it will, sweetie," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr. "Every inch of it. I promise I'll start slow".

His words eased the growing fear in your chest and you nodded, a reassurance that melted some of the nervousness away, leaving in its place a simmering desire to see just how far you could go together. Though you couldn't help but inwardly laugh at his promise to only start slow.

Sylus hovered over you, a smirk playing on his lips, reveling in the power he held in that moment, the anticipation he was crafting with each deliberate movement. He guided the swollen tip of his cock to your entrance, brushing it against your slick folds with a teasing gentleness that made you shiver.

The sensation was electric, a fleeting contact that sent jolts of pleasure zipping through your body, but it was also a maddening tease, leaving you aching and wanting. You tensed, a soft whine escaping your lips as your hips instinctively pressed forward, seeking more, craving the fullness you both needed and desired.

Sylus chuckled softly, his amusement a warm rumble that vibrated through you. He continued the tantalizing game, the head of his cock sliding against you, slick with your arousal, each pass a whisper of what was to come. The teasing was relentless, a slow torture that had your nerves singing, your body begging for more.

Finally, the tension became too much, the need too great. "Please," you breathed, your voice laced with a desperate edge that surprised even you. "Please, I want you inside me."

The words hung in the air, a plea and a command intertwined, and Sylus's expression softened, his teasing smirk giving way to something deeper, more intense. He nodded, positioning himself with care, his hand steady on your hip.

"Tell me if it hurts too much," he instructed, his voice firm yet gentle, a promise of consideration and care. With a slow, deliberate push, he began to enter you, the initial stretch a sweet, exquisite burn. The fullness of him was overwhelming, a delicious pressure that filled you completely, and you gasped, your body adjusting to the intrusion. He let out a soft grunt, clearly experiencing his own sensations.

Sylus's breath was ragged, his voice hoarse as he began to speak, his eyes dark with desire. "You're so tight...fuck," he whispered, his expression intense, a raw display of lust that sent a shiver down your spine. His reaction to your body's response was a powerful affirmation, and it sent your mind reeling.

The sight of Sylus, so consumed by desire, was both thrilling and intense. His raw, unfiltered expression of lust took your breath away, leaving you lightheaded and your body responding instinctively to his, moving in a rhythm that felt like a dance of pleasure and surrender.

You whimpered, a soft sound of discomfort, as the sensation of being stretched by his impressive size became almost overwhelming. "It hurts..." you breathed, your voice a plea, your body squirming beneath his, seeking relief from the intense sensation.

Sylus, sensing your distress, tightened his grip on your hips, his hands firm yet gentle, his body leaning over you, a protective shield. "Don't run from this, sweetie," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. "You're doing so well, let me help you through it."

His words, a soothing blend of reassurance and raw desire, eased your nerves, even as your body continued to adjust to the intense sensations. Sylus's strong arms held you firmly, his grip a comforting anchor in the storm of pleasure and pain. He guided you through the intricate dance, his body a source of both comfort and arousal, his movements a delicate balance between pushing you to the edge and providing solace.

"Just breathe, kitten," he murmured, his lips brushing your cheek. "I'm right here with you."

He paused, watching you intently, giving you a moment to acclimate, his presence a comforting weight above you. The sensation was intense, but with each passing second, the discomfort ebbed, replaced by a building pleasure that spread through your body like wildfire.

With your nod of encouragement, he began to move, each thrust a gradual exploration, a dance of desire that left no room for fear, only the shared rhythm of your bodies moving as one.

Sylus began with a gentle rhythm, his thrusts slow and measured, allowing you to savor each inch as he filled you. The initial tension melted away under his careful ministrations, replaced by a growing pleasure that spread through you like honey, sweet and all-consuming.

With every movement, he watched you closely, reading the subtle shifts in your expression, the way your body responded to his. As he sensed your discomfort give way to enjoyment, he gradually increased his pace, each thrust more confident, more insistent.

"God, you feel amazing," he murmured, his voice a deep, husky whisper that sent a shiver down your spine. "So tight, so perfect… and those sounds you're making, kitten, they're driving me wild."

His words were a heady mix of praise and possession, and you couldn't help but flush under his gaze, the heat of embarrassment mingling with the pleasure coursing through you. All you could manage in response was a series of whines and moans, your voice betraying the intensity of what you were feeling.

You clung to him, your fingers digging into his shoulders as if to anchor yourself in the storm of sensation he was creating. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through you, your body moving instinctively to meet his, driven by a need that obliterated everything else.

Sylus's pace quickened, his movements a symphony of power and precision that left you breathless, your world narrowing to the feeling of him inside you, the sound of skin against skin, the intoxicating scent of him surrounding you. His whispered words, his touch, the way he moved—it all combined to overwhelm you, leaving you adrift in a sea of sensation.

"You're so beautiful like this," he groaned, his voice rough with desire, and the compliment only added to the fire burning within you. You whimpered, the sound escaping you unbidden, a raw expression of the pleasure that built with each thrust, each breathless moment shared between you.

The crescendo of pleasure swelled between you like a tidal wave, building in intensity with each thrust, each gasped breath. Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, the rhythm of your shared desire driving you both to the brink of release. The air was thick with the sounds of your passion, a symphony of moans and gasps that filled the space between you.

Sylus's breath was hot against your ear as he leaned in, his voice a rough whisper laden with emotion. "I love you," he murmured, the words a caress that wrapped around your heart, grounding you even as the pleasure threatened to sweep you away.

"I love you too," you managed to reply, your voice trembling with the intensity of the moment, the truth of your feelings laid bare in the heat of your shared passion.

As you hovered on the precipice, your body tensed with anticipation, you whispered his name, a soft plea that slipped from your lips like a prayer. "Sylus…"

He responded with a low, questioning hum, his voice vibrating through you. "Hm?"

"Please," you begged, your voice a breathless plea that sent a shiver down his spine. "Please, cum inside me."

He paused, his movements faltering for a heartbeat as he processed your request, the weight of its implications hanging in the air between you. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice taut with restraint, his desire a palpable force that surrounded you.

You nodded, the movement small but certain, meeting his gaze with a steady intensity that left no room for doubt. "You said you'd give me anything, and this is what I want most right now."

The world seemed to narrow to that single moment, the connection between you electric and alive. You could practically see his pupils dilate, his eyes darkening with a mix of lust and something deeper, something more profound.

With your consent granted, Sylus's restraint unraveled, his thrusts growing more urgent, more desperate as he chased the release you both craved. The pleasure built to a fever pitch, the pressure within you coiling tighter and tighter until it shattered, your body convulsing around him in a blinding wave of ecstasy.

With a final, deep thrust, Sylus buried himself to the hilt, his body taut and trembling as he reached the pinnacle of his pleasure. It was as if time suspended, the world narrowing to the intense connection forged between you, the shared pulse of desire that bound you together.

His release came in a series of powerful, pulsing waves, a hot flood that filled you completely, marking you as his in the most primal sense. The sensation was overwhelming, a liquid heat that spread through you, claiming every inch of your being. It was an intimate surrender, a mingling of bodies and souls that left no room for anything but the raw, undiluted truth of the moment.

Sylus's breath was ragged in your ear, his voice a low, guttural moan that sent shivers cascading down your spine. You felt his body shudder against yours, the aftershocks of his climax reverberating through both of you, a shared symphony of sensation that left you breathless.

As the fervor of the night began to settle and both of you lay entwined together, breathing heavily in the dim glow of the room, he stirred beside you.

His hand gently brushed your hair back from your face, his voice soft but sincere. “I'll help you clean up,” he murmured, his concern evident even through the haze of his own exhaustion.

But you shook your head and clung to him tightly, unwilling to let go. Your fingers curled against his skin as you whispered, “Stay.” You didn’t want to lose the warmth of him, the sense of connection that still lingered between you.

You didn’t want to lose his seed either—not yet, not now.

He sighed, a soft chuckle rumbling in his chest, and leaned back into the embrace, unable to say no. “You’re so needy,” he teased, his tone playful but filled with affection. The corners of his mouth quirked up as he pressed a kiss to your temple, the warmth of his lips lingering on your skin.

But you were already drifting, your eyelids heavy, lulled by the rhythmic beat of his heart beneath your cheek. Cocooned in his arms, wrapped in the intimate quiet of the moment, you felt a contentment you hadn’t realized was possible. This was no longer just passion—it was something deeper, something unshakable. Things between you were now more certain, more official than they had ever been, and the thought filled you with an overwhelming happiness.

In the comfort of his embrace, you surrendered to sleep, knowing you were exactly where you belonged.

[jakeswifeyyy]

sunghoon fucking you after going to the gym

Warnings:Unprotected sex,degrading,tit slapping,nipple play,use of pet names(baby,doll,darling) ,inplied big dick sunghoon,daddy kink andd I think that's all :)

MDNI!

Okay hear me out anon.

Like roommates with benefits sunghoon whom comes from the gym after a heavy workout for 3 hours straight ,clad in an oversized sleevless black shirt showing his big ass muscles(lowkey drooling at the image 🤤).

The whole roommates with benefits agenda started because of the oh so obvious built up sexual tension between you two,lingering touches,undressing each other with your eyes but that was a story for another day as he walked in from the gym,headphones on,gym bag on his shoulder with his joggers which were more of an excuse which blessed your eyes,him,the Greek God himself, sweating trickling down his face,smirked seeing you eyeing him so shamelessly.

"You're not so subtle y/n."

Hearing him speak before shutting the door behind him taking off his shoes before dropping his bag near the kitchen before walking towards you who was peering at him over your shoulder,before leaning down so close to you while staring straight ahead before snatching your cup of water from you gulping it down.

"Who said I was trying to be subtle Park."

You taunted him before scoffing turning back to face the long forgotten show playing on the TV.

"You just have a hot body I sometimes forget my manners."

He raised his eyebrow cocking his head to the side before smirking while eyeing your side profile as you watched the TV or more appropriately tried to watch the TV.You were getting more bold with your words and he wasn't complaining ,he liked having competition either way.

"If you find it so hot why don't you do something about it." You nearly jumped hearing him suddenly speak right next to your ear,breath tickling your earlobe before he slightly nibbled on it.

"Ew go take a shower atleast." He chuckled at your words before pulling you up to seat you on the armrest of the couch before trapping you in his arms which were on your sides on the couch.

"Why should I when you like seeing me like this hm?Tell me doll,tell me you don't like the image of me on top of you pounding into this pretty cunt darling."

He moved his face closer as you moved yours backwards,yeah you were normally dominant with all guys you slept with but something about sunghoon ever since you moved in,his aura was just different ,very different for the usual submissive virgin boys you went for,he wasn't your type at all but even so the tension kept growing between you two day by day,you always teased him when he wanted to have his way with you,even though he eventually did but teasing him was fun while it lasted.

He smirked when you moved away,"Why so quiet now doll."

You chuckled wrapping your arms around his neck,pulling him closer as he slightly stumbled causing you to fall back wards onto the couch as he fell on top of you holding himself up with one arm,he tsked poking his inner cheek with his tongue before scoffing.

"Thought I already taught you a lesson on who's incharge here guess you still don't wanna learn huh."

He didn't give you a chance to respond before crashing his lips on yours as you puked him closer with your arms around his neck,equally roughly kissing him back as your teeth clashed ,biting on his lower lip as he let out a groan before shoving his tongue into your mouth as he licked into your warn cavern ,obscenely moaning into his kiss,he was rough ,again contrasting your expectations, you were usually the one initiating the roughness,but is seems you meeting him wasn't part of the expectations either,everything about him was just...different.

After a couple minutes making out he pulled away,"Since you wanna be in control so much,ride me slut." You wouldn't deny that something about him degrading you had you on chokehold as you nodded before he pulled back completely and sat up,his sweaty self cooled off due to the high blast of the AC in the living room.

Quickly climbing onto his lap as his arms stretched on the couch behind you,you took of your cropped shirt which you hadn't worn anything under and he smirked biting his lower lip before grabbing one tit,squeezing it as your nipples hardened more due to the cold air in the room before you whimpered as he slapped your sensitive nipple.

"That's my good girl,always knowing what daddy wants isn't it?"

Letting out a choked moan you reply with a yes as you tugged on his shirt telling him to take it off ,as he did you run your hands down his abs down to his exposed valine before tracing them back up ,brushing over his nipples as his breath hitched before he held you by your wrist.

"Cut to the chase baby no foreplay for you today I'm too impatient."

Nodding you stand on your knees taking your booty shorts off leaving you bare as you lowered his joggers together with his boxers to his knees before wrapping your arm around his cock which stood between the both of ,angry fat red tip leaking with precum,as you pu.ped him a few times before lining it up with your entrance,slowly sliding down as you moaned vocally,his palm cupping your ass cheeks spreading them apart as he squeezed at the flesh,after completely taking him in you shuddered ,stabilising yourself on his shoulders,adjusting to his size which was always big to you.

"What're you waiting for slut,ride it or I'll punish you." Nodding quirky knowing he wouldn't let you come if you didn't before you started bouncing up and down on his length murmuring fucks as he pulled you closer,hand going to your tits pushing then together as he licked at your now held together nipples as you moaned rocking yourself faster in between bouncing ,alternating as he liked it that way,his hand snaking down to rub your clit in fast circles as he held your tits with one hand,licking all over messily ,drool pouring everywhere,the slurping sounds enough to make you feel your climax approaching.

"Hoon p-please ...w-wanna cum ngh."

He kissed your neck all over essentially sucking on some spots to hear your beautiful noises,"Cum for me baby,coat my cock baby." He soothed into your hear as your moans increasingly got louder before feeling your high crash down on you,thighs on fire from all the bouncing,as he lifted you off of him your cunt clenching around his length along the way was enough to make him cum right there,throwing his head back as he pumped his fist around his cock slowly riding out his high before he smirked at you,laughing at your fucked out state before picking you up bridal style heading to the bathroom.

"Guess we both need a shower now baby,"

You scoffed at him,"I know you want round2,"

He laughed again,"I'll do all the work this time, promise baby"

"Park Sunghoom I will kill you,"

A/n:Tysm for 86 followers guys in less than a month ly all ❤️,and also sorry to the anon for delaying this a bit I have a lot of projects this time 😓

[esmeefreckles]

Sweet dreams

+18 SMUT MINORS DNI

WARNINGS: G!P CARO. CONSENSUAL SOMNOPHILIA. BLOW JOBS. MOMMY KINK. VAGINAL SEX. CUM INSIDE.

You’re having the most pleasant dream when suddenly, something unknown wakes you up. You blink the sleep out of your eyes, noticing the clock on the nightstand blinking 3:33 in red. You roll your eyes and try to remember the last time you slept through the whole night. It’s been years at least. You’ve never been very good at sleeping. But the woman wrapped around you has helped. You furrow back into Caro’s arms which are spooning you, her body pressed against yours.

Ever since the two of you started dating, you have found yourself sleeping better. It was much easier to doze off when Caro was cuddling with you. And it was much easier to be tired enough to doze off after Caro fucked you so nicely in only the way she could. Tonight, however, Caro had been out late, playing a UWCL game, so this was the first time you’d seen her since the previous morning. You had eventually fallen into a restless sleep before she had gotten home. You snuggle tighter into her grip and close your eyes in an attempt to go back to sleep.

And that’s when you feel it.

The hard bulge rubbing ever so slightly up and down your ass. Caro’s cock. This must’ve been what had woken you up. Heat runs through you at the thought of your girlfriend having a naughty dream. You turn over in her arms, taking extra care to not disturb her. When you’re face-to-face with Caro, you can see her furrowed brow and sweaty skin, her hips grinding just a little against nothing.

“Baby girl,” Caro whispers, her hand clutching your shoulder in her sleep, and your mouth runs dry. 

She’s dreaming of you.

A smile stretches across your mouth. This is so much better than sleeping. Caro and you had experimented with somnophilia in the past, but it was usually you who woke up to find Caro’s tongue on your clit or her fingers or cock buried in your cunt. But the thought of you being the one to wake her up like that is delicious. You gently turn Caro onto her back and pull the sheet down. She’s wearing only an oversized Barca shirt, her favorite to sleep in. It’s ridden up in her movements and her long, hard cock is completely visible. The tip is flushed and leaking. It must be a good dream she’s having. You glance up just to make sure she’s still asleep before leaning down and running your tongue up her length.

Caro groans and you freeze. She mumbles something incoherently, turning her head to the other side. You lick a few more times, keeping a close eye on her, before taking the tip into your mouth and giving it a light suck.

“Yes, baby, so good,” Caro grunts, hips raising lightly. Her dick twitches in your mouth and you can taste her precum. You use one hand to stroke the bottom of cock her and open your mouth wide and sink further down, your tongue curling against her. Caro’s hand tangles in your hair and she’s starting to stir. You know you don’t have much longer before she’s awake. You slide back and forth enthusiastically on Caro’s cock, feeling her hand tighten. Her hips have started thrusting more and you swallow around her, hearing a loud moan.

“What… oh, shit,” Caro says, fully waking up. She looks down to meet your eyes and she takes in the sight of your pretty little mouth wrapped around her cock and she cums on your tongue with a breathy gasp, spurts of her coating the inside of your mouth. She watches with wide eyes as you swallow all of her.

“Were you having a good dream, mommy?” you ask innocently. You feel her cock twitch and you raise your eyebrow playfully.

“I was. Do you want me to tell you what it was about?”

“I mean, I have a few guesses,” you joke, nodding at her length. Caro smirks and pulls you up into a kiss, moaning at the taste of herself. She puts her hands around your hips and holds you so you’re straddling her. You can feel her warm cock against your wet underwear.

“We were at a restaurant,” Caro begins, and you lean in closer to hang onto every word. “And the waitress wouldn’t stop flirting with you. She was being relentless, giving you light touches on the shoulder and winking at you. But you thought she was just being nice. It was making Mommy so mad.” Caro begins to stroke your hips with her fingertips ever so slightly and you shift in her lap. “So I had no choice but to remind you who you belong to. When the hostess came over with the check, I bent you over the table and shoved my cock into you.”

You let out an involuntary gasp at the image.

“The look on her face was delectable. Everyone turned around to watch what a good slut you were being for me. I made you look at the waitress the entire time so she could see that you were already taken. It was so hot, baby. Claiming you in front of all those people.”

You’re dripping and you can feel Caro’s cock getting harder. She slides a hand into your underwear and smirks.

“I’m not the only one who thinks that’s hot. Do you like the thought of that?”

“Yes, mommy,” you say, starting to grind on her fingers. “Need you to remind me who I belong to.” Caro grins and sits up so she can sink her teeth into your neck. You gasp and tilt your head so she has better access. Caro leaves a few more marks before flipping you on your back on the bed. You squeal and she positions herself between your legs so she can rub herself against your covered pussy.

“Since you woke me up so nicely,” Caro says, trailing kisses over her bites. “I think it’s only fair that I give you a reward.” You nod eagerly and she reaches down to move your underwear to the side. She drags her dick up and down your slit, coating it with your juices. “You’re so wet, baby.”

“Only for you,” you choke out. Caro smiles into your neck as she slowly pushes herself in.

“Fuck, baby, you’re still so tight,” Caro groans. She gives you a second to adjust when she bottoms out and then starts thrusting. You whimper every time she hits the spot only she can find. It’s embarrassing how close you already are and you can feel her twitching inside you. Looks like neither of you will last long.

“Mommy,” you whine.

“I know, baby. I’m almost there, too. Want me to fill you up?” Your walls clench involuntarily and you moan. You think your favorite feeling in the world might be having your insides painted by her cum. “Yes, mommy!”

Caro picks up the speed and reaches a finger between you two to rub your clit. You raise your hips to match her thrusts and she grunts with the exertion.

“Gonna cum, baby, gonna cum in you,” Caro pants, and suddenly, you feel bursts of heat in your cunt. She keeps fucking you through her orgasm and you quickly follow suit, your pussy walls trying to milk every last drip from her. She stays buried in you for a few moments while the two of you breathe.

You can feel her cock slowly going limp and then she slides out. You gasp at the feeling of her cum dripping out of you and she holds your legs apart to watch. You reach down and spread your folds apart so she can get a better view.

“You’re so hot, baby. I love you so much,” Caro says appreciatively and kisses you before going to get a warm washcloth. She cleans your pussy, rubbing against your clit too many times to be considered accidental, and then climbs back in bed with you.

Caro wraps her body around yours like she does every night and presses another kiss to your forehead. “Sweet dreams, darling.”

You have no trouble falling asleep after that.

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BORROWED TIME

Joel Miller x f!reader || 4k

Summary: Joel and you are enjoying an ideal vacation together. Warm ocean, white sand, soft kisses, and hot sex make it feel like paradise. But as your time here is running out, the thoughts that you‘ve been trying to keep at bay start eating at your soul.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, angst, fluff, age is not specified, soft dom vibes, infidelity, praise kink, f!oral, unprotected piv (wrap it up), creampies, belly bulge, soft!Joel, EMOTIONS, rough-ish sex, consensual somno, heavily inspired by Pedro’s vacay pics and videos. Pics are only for the mood. Joel can lift reader. Reader wears a dress, a bikini.

A/n: yay my first fic of 2025! I didn’t expect it to be this one but like all of us I was deeply affected by the recent Pedro content and needed to cope somehow so I wrote this. I really hope y’all will like it! Smooches to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing💋 ILY, baby🫂 Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

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The first day in heaven. A soft breeze caresses your skin as soon as you step out of the cab, just from the airport, but Joel’s hands always do it better.

You’ve been looking forward to this trip, afraid to even talk about it, scared to jinx it, make it vanish like a mirage. You’ve been dreaming of having Joel all to yourself for too long.

Joel hugs you in the hotel lobby while they’re checking you in, and you tilt your head up to face him. You’ve never smiled so widely before. Your heart is fluttering in your chest, and his scent, your favorite in the whole world, makes you tremble and gush.

You taste sugar on your lips from a welcome Mimosa, and as soon as you two are in your room, he licks it off; the kiss is full of passion, his hands eager, desperate to tear your summer dress off. It’s on the floor in a second, just like your panties. He kneels in front of you and kisses your naked thigh. A growl against your skin makes you shiver before he looks you up and down, taking in the sight of your naked body, and then tuts with overexaggerated disapproval,

”Asked you not to wear anything underneath, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t be butt-naked on the plane, Joel,” you giggle, tracing a line from the crease between his brows, down the slope of his nose, and to his chin. You love his profile so much that seeing it is not enough, so you made a habit of touching it too.

“I promise you’ll never see any underwear on me from now on.”

“Good girl,” he praises you with a wide smile, and then suddenly latches onto your wet pussy. You gasp and grab his broad shoulders to steady yourself. Joel helps you not to fall, his strong hands on your thighs spread your legs apart, and you happily grant him access to the most sacred part of your body.

He pushes his tongue between your folds, traces your soft entrance with its tip, and your legs are already trembling. He starts playing with you, mischief swimming in his dark eyes, slowly laps at your folds, gently sucks on your clit but doesn’t give you enough stimulation to come.

You whine when his mouth parts from your puffy bud, desperate for a release.

“You’ll come, my angel. But only on my cock,” Joel promises, getting up, takes you in his arms, and carries you to the shower.

You're caged between the shower wall and Joel. He's naked and wet, radiating sex and desire. Soapy water is running over the curves of your body while he's washing you, taking his time. His big lathered palms are gliding over your breasts, belly, mound, ass. Your hands are pressed to the expense of his chest as he's slowly edging you, always happy to play with you like a cat with a mouse. He's waiting for you to break under his touch, to beg for more. Yet his heart is beating so fast and hard under your palms that it leaves you no doubt that he's desperate for you just as much as you're for him. He can't get enough of you and your heart sings, seeing every sign of it— his blown out eyes, his heavy breathing, his hard cock.

You're revelling in the caress of Joel's hands but your body takes over soon enough. Your wet palm slithers down his torso and wraps around his stiff length. You pump the shaft a few times and then guide his tip between your folds.

"Fuck me, Joel." Your plea is almost swallowed by the sound of the rainfall shower but he hears you.

"Begging me already? So needy." His eyes are obsidian, he can't fool you.

"Aren't you?" you purr, sliding his fat tip up and down over your hardened clit, massaging it, making yourself moan and tremble. The sensation makes Joel grunt and break. Through his teeth he commands, "Turn around."

“Yes, sir,” you breathe out, smile wide, eyes sparkling, and in a second the cold tile kisses your cheek, then your pebbled nipples, and his fat head slowly slides into your pussy, followed by his girthy shaft.

“Hngggg— oh, baby—been thinking of fucking you since this morning. Your damn dress. Took me a lot not to ruin you right on the plane.”

You whimper at his words and then your eyes roll back when he starts thrusting his thickness in and out of your tight cunt. It takes you a few deep breaths to get used to the stretch but you always take him well and soon wet slapping noises reverberate off the walls, together with your moans and his grunts fusing into a melody of lust and passion. You love when he’s as desperate for you as you’re for him. It gives you hope.

Crispy sheets, so white your eyes hurt, envelop your poorly-dried bodies like a cloud.

“C’mere,” he croaks, pulling you closer, and you rest your head on his chest as he covers you two with a blanket. His warm cum is leaking out of your stretched pussy and you tingle all over again but the flight has drained you both and in a couple of minutes you two fall asleep.

You wake up before Joel and slip out from under his arm to look at the view. You walk out on the balcony and the beauty of the ocean under the bright sun overwhelms you, making you squeal with excitement. Not being able to wait any longer to feel the caress of the waves, you hurry back to the room and wake Joel up with a soft kiss.

“Wake up, sleepy. Let’s go swimming before the sun sets.”

Joel’s golden skin is sparkling with a myriad of water diamonds as he’s standing waist-deep in the bluest ocean in front of you, rendering you completely mesmerized. He chuckles, noticing the way you’re almost drooling, and pulls you closer into his embrace. With his body pressed to yours, your pussy starts aching, and a twitch in his swim trunks tells you that he’s also affected by the sight and the feel of you.

“Damn, baby, driving me crazy…your tiny bikini…”

“Do you like it?” you ask, brushing his neck with your lips, tasting salt on his skin.

“Hate the way they all stare at you. You’re mine. But the way you look. Yeah, I like it,” he growls and bucks his hips against you under the water. You giggle and then sigh into the crease of his neck.

“I’m yours,” you whisper. ‘Are you mine?’ you think. You push the thoughts back into a box in your mind you promised yourself not to open here. ’You’re in heaven. Don’t ruin it,’ you remind yourself.

The next morning you wake up and see Joel right next to you, limbs tangled in the sheets, plush lips asking for a kiss. A rush of happiness makes you tear up and you squirm with impatience to start the day when Joel opens his eyes. He’s gorgeous in the morning — hair disheveled, voice hoarse. He looks a little grumpy but you kiss the crease between his brows away and his face softens.

“Morning, my angel.”

You wish you could hear it till the rest of your life. Or at least next week. He pulls you into his sleepy body, the hug is tight, the kiss is impatient, and soon the murmur of the ocean accompanies your whispers as you’re riding him, your thighs, sticky with sweat cling to his hips, his hand is kneading your breast, the other’s focused on making you come, thick fingers swirling around your clit. He expertly brings you to a hard orgasm and follows quickly after—the back of his head dips into the fluffy pillow as he bursts into you and you milk him to the last drop, happy to walk around with his cum between your legs all day.

Joel’s lying on a lounger now, his expression concentrated, reading a book in the shade, while you’re standing a few steps away, drying yourself with a towel, just out of the ocean. You can’t help but stare at his handsome face, the broadness of his shoulders, his big arms. God, he’s gorgeous. Feeling your heart eyes on him, Joel glances at you from the side and his lips curve into a playful smirk. It sends a bolt of lightning through your body, electrifies every nerve, makes your core burn with desire.

No need for words. His expression tells you everything - ‘C’mere. Now.’

Still dripping water, you walk to him and straddle his muscular thighs, barely covered by his red shorts. His legs are hot against your cold skin but you melt into your bikini bottoms because of his eyes— obsidian, piercing, magnetic, they pull you close and you lie down on his chest. His book, forgotten in a second, falls on the sand with a thud. You kiss his soft lips and whisper against them, “Take me to our room.”

Delicious dinners at sunset, the warm ocean, the white sand, clinging to your heated body, but most importantly him next to you make the time here fly. Blissful minutes turn into hours, hours flow into days. Full of laughter, long conversations, endless kissing and hot sex. But your ideal life, your paradise starts glitching and breaking into pixels when one morning he offers, “Wanna go get some souvenirs?”

Just one question, as trivial as it can be on a holiday, breaks the wall you’ve built in your mind between your perfect existence here and your reality there. Between your present and your future. Near future. You’re going back soon. To that life.

Suffocating panic tightly grabs your throat and you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to drive away the thoughts, to glue the wall back together but he muses what he should get for Sarah and your wall turns into glass and shatters into a million pieces.

You mumble something incoherent trying to fight the upcoming tears and rush to the bathroom.

By the time you’re standing in front of the mirror tears are flowing down your cheeks and you hastily wipe them away, hating to upset him, but your heart and your head, joined in a cruel tandem, remind you that everything is going to go back to normal very soon. Normal for him is a misery for you. Waiting, hoping, asking him to stay longer, wishing that he finally makes a decision, finally chooses you.

The rest of the day you’re quiet, afraid to speak and to let your emotions spoil your precious time together. It gets unbearably hard to ignore the fact that you’re having him all to yourself on borrowed time. You start or rather let yourself notice his calls, his voice quiet, probably lying about his business meetings. He talks to his wife on the balcony or in the bathroom, not to keep you a secret —you know how to be quiet when she calls at this point, but rather not to rub her in your face. You’re thankful, not wanting to reopen the wound that’s been slowly healing up during these days together. Yet you know that soon it’s going to gush blood again when you say goodbye to your paradise and return to your empty bed, fleeting dates with him and soul-crushing loneliness.

You disassociate when he talks about packing and the flight back. You kiss him and want to cry, moan his name under the weight of his body but your heart aches. Every touch is a reminder that soon it’ll be over, soon he’ll be hers again.

It’s the last day of the trip and early in the morning you sneak out while Joel’s still asleep and go to the beach. It’s almost empty, only seagulls are the witnesses of your breakdown. You’re crying, swept by a wave of dreadful thoughts in your mind. Tomorrow you’re leaving and then he’s leaving you. For a day? Two? A week? Who knows.

You can’t blame him. You knew that he was married from the start. At first it felt like a fling but you got attached, you fell in love with the married man and foolishly expected him to divorce his wife, scoop you up in his big arms and carry you into the sunset like in a cheesy rom-com. But he kept telling you that, yes he didn’t love his wife anymore, but his daughter Sarah was too young and she was his world. He’d never hurt her like that, would never break up the family.

They say, you can’t change the ocean, no matter how hard you try, so it’s best to learn how to sail in all conditions. Just like the ocean Joel was unyielding in his devotion to his daughter but you failed to adapt so you were slowly drowning in despair, your love for him dragging you down like an iron ball chained to your foot.

You wipe the tears away and squeeze a handful of sand between your fingers as anger rises in your stomach. You deserve better than being someone’s dirty secret. What if you give him an ultimatum - you or his wife, and if he chooses her, you’ll find someone else. Someone who’ll love you openly, who’ll choose you. Someone better.

A thought makes your stomach sink - it’s not possible. Joel is perfect. He’s fucking perfect except for one huge flaw. He’s married.

You walk with your heart heavy back to your room and find Joel up, nervously pacing the floor. He asks where you’ve been and, not being able to conceal your feelings any longer, you burst into tears. He rushes to hug you but you slap his arms away. You shout, you cry, you beg. All the pain pushed deep down is spilling out of your heart, accompanied by the words you hate saying, insecurities you promised yourself to hide but it’s hard to stop.

It’s not like he hasn’t heard it all before. He has and that’s why now he looks tired. Not angry. Never. Just tired, sad and guilty.

Joel tries to calm you down, comfort you but all in vain. You’re waiting for him to tell you ‘I’ll be with you forever,” but instead he mumbles that he needs to take a walk and leaves you crying, face buried in his pillow. His scent woven into the fabric brings a thought to your mind which makes you cry even harder — soon you’ll go back to your flat where everything smells like him but loses the warmth of his body the second he leaves.

In the evening Joel timidly suggests going to the hotel bar. You feel embarrassed for your earlier outburst, but the fact that he didn’t make the decision you hoped for is twisting your stomach. Thinking that everything is better than staring at the suitcases in the corner of the room, you agree to go.

The bar is almost empty except for the two of you. You sit at the counter and order two shots of tequila. After emptying them fast, you both get two more and soon the hard liquor slightly numbs your emotions.

Joel’s warm hand is resting on your lower back as he’s peppering your shoulder, your neck, your cheek with open mouth kisses, but you’re cold, distant. It’s hard even to look at him.

He sighs but then suddenly exclaims, making you jerk,

“I love this song! Let’s dance!”

You smile a little, amused by the lights in his eyes. He’s cute when he’s tipsy. But you shake your head and mumble that you’re not in the mood.

Joel surprises you when he slides off his stool and starts dancing. Alone. For you. Despite everything you can’t tear your eyes off him. His dark gaze set on yours pierces your soul and makes your heart flutter in your chest. His movements are slow and alluring and the sway of his hips ignites fire in your core. You press your thighs together, quickly affected by his blatant seduction, and when he moves closer, so close you can feel the heat of his body, it gets hard for you to breathe.

Joel’s lustful eyes tell you to submit and when he places his hands on your knees, you obediently open your legs in invitation. He gets between your thighs and gently takes your face in his hands. Joel looks into your eyes and you stop breathing altogether. At this moment you realize that you’ll never leave him willingly, never be able to say goodbye to these kind brown eyes, these soft lips, these gentle hands. He’s the love of your life and you’re his completely and utterly. But he’s not yours.

You rush to your room, both swept by the urge to tear each other apart. Soon your clothes are littering the floor, your cheek pressed to the bed, ass pushed out in the air, as he’s kneeling behind you, snapping his hips against you hard and fast, pushing his throbbing cock deeper into your wet cunt, grunting, making you scream. His fat tip knocks at your cervix and it slightly hurts but you welcome it, wishing to focus on the ache from his length rather than the pain torturing your soul. His hands are leaving marks on your soft hips and you’re looking forward to seeing them on your body later as evidence that this trip was in fact real and not a wishful dream.

���Fuck�� gonna come— you first, baby,” Joel growls and rubs your clit with an impatient hand, wet with your juices. You come shaking and crying on his cock and he rewards you with his load, squirting against your pulsating walls, which are squeezing him tightly and desperately. He’s carefully pulling out, and your tight cunt grabs onto him. Just like your heart, your body always craves him.

You wake up when it’s still dark outside. Joel’s chest is pressed to your back, his hand is cupping your wet folds, as he’s taking you from behind, sleepily moving his cock in and out of your sore pussy, drenched with his cum.

“Oh, baby— ahhh—love you—so much—yeahh— so good—,” he’s whispering in your ear, his voice gruff with sleep, his hot breath caressing your cheek. You moan softly before echoing him, “I love you, Joel.”

You beg him not to stop, already feeling yourself on the brink of ecstasy. The nature of your relationship makes it a rarity to be used by him in your sleep and you get turned on instantly. His arm snakes under and wraps around you as he starts pulling and twitching your nipples, while his other hand massages your puffy folds and then moves up.

“Damn—right here,” Joel grows, feeling a lump, moving under your skin. Thrusting his cock in and out with a steady rhythm, he mumbles, “Gimme,” grabs your hand and presses your palm tightly to your own belly, covering it with his hand.

“Feel it?”

“Yes, Joel, fuck,” you whimper and turn your head to catch his lips with yours. Joel keeps fucking you leisurely while you both are feeling the push of his cock under your skin.

Completely drunk on pleasure, swallowing each other's moans, you start coming hard at the same time, and your bodies, wet with sweat, jerk against each other. You feel so full, complete - your core is full of his load, your heart is full of his love. Happy in your oblivion, you fall asleep in the heaven of Joel’s arms.

But the dreaded morning comes fast. You try to concentrate on the tasks at hand, focus on the last preparations and soon Joel and you get into the cab, ready to head to the airport. You throw one last look at the hotel and the ocean, and take a deep breath, fighting the urge to cry. Sensing it, Joel pulls you closer and starts telling you an old childhood story, something about his brother Tommy and them ditching school together. You know what he’s doing but surprisingly it works and soon your giggles and his deep laugh fill the cab, lighting up the air between you two.

When you arrive in Austin, Joel insists on going to your address together. You refuse at first, but spending an extra hour with him sounds amazing. You hold hands on the way and shamelessly make out at the back of the cab.

You arrive at your place and Joel helps you with your suitcases. When you step into your flat, it seems like you’re carrying something heavy on your shoulders. Should you apologize for the last few days? Should you say something about it at all, risking leaving a bad taste in your mouths, ruining the whole trip.

But Joel beats you to it.

He comes up to you and hugs you tight. So tight that it’s hard for you to breathe. You nuzzle his neck, reveling in his scent, and suddenly you feel his whole body shake. You tilt your head up and see tears in his sad eyes. You’ve never seen Joel cry before, and it makes your chest hurt and your eyes well up too.

“Joel?“

“No, baby. Listen to me.” His voice is shaky, and fear grips your heart. Is he going to break up with you? You’d die on the spot.

He sniffs and continues,

“I’m sorry. Sorry for the mess I got you in. Sorry for your tears, but — I can’t, baby. Can’t do what you want from me. Rightfully so, but — not now. I’m sorry.”

You’re shaking your head, your teardrops landing on his tee,

”No, it’s ok. It’s fine.”

“It’s not, sweetheart. I’m an asshole. It’s horrible what I’m doing to them and to you. But I’m fuckin selfish. I can’t — can not be with you. I need you. I love you too much.”

You smile weakly, hearing his confession. Joel takes your hands in his and holds them tightly as he croaks,

“And you decide to stop seeing me, I’ll understand. I won’t bother you. I promise.”

You wipe tears off his scruffy cheeks and reach up to give him a kiss.

When you part from him, your expression is serious and determined.

“There’s nothing to decide, Joel. I love you. And I’ll wait for you. As long as you need me to. I’m yours.”

Joel’s red eyes dart between yours, and you give him a reassuring smile. After taking a deep breath, he whispers ,

“I don’t deserve you.”

He lifts you up, strong arms wrapped around your torso, and crashes his mouth against yours. You kiss him back with passion, putting your love in every stroke of your lips. Joel possessively licks into your mouth, his big hand cups the back of your head, keeping you close - a sign that he’s not letting you go. He needs you too much.

It might be wrong, it might bring you both grave pain, but a glimmer of hope in your heart, given by his confession, puts a smile on your face when you close the door behind him. He loves you, he wants to be with you, you’re his. And for now, it should be enough.

Thank you for reading! Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed the fic!<3

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౨ৎ ━━━ AYE AYE, CAPTAIN

━ characters: kuroo, bokuto, ushijima, oikawa, daichi, kita

━ sum: bumping into their (hallway) crushes, then finally confessing.

━ tw: fem!reader, sfw, unestablished relationship

lowercase intended!

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━━━ KUROO TETSURO

⤷ kuroo would probably deviate a plan to try and bump into you 'coincidentally' and apologizing before saying, "i was distracted and couldn't see you" when he was actually just standing there waiting for you to round the corner

⤷ kuroo would purposefully run into you throughout the halls of nekeoma, trying to make small talk with you, then no hesitation would ask if you want to hang out outside of the school.

⤷ after a few times of hanging out outside of school, kuroo would ask you if you want to watch the team play volleyball. even sneaking in, "we don't have a manager either, soooo" hoping you would catch on and apply to be manager.

⤷ kuroo would start lowkey flirting with you, but would get embarrassed when you wouldn't pick up on his flirting.

"are you okay? you're staring at me a little intense." you ask him.

"yup, your face is just so stupidly cute."

"did you just call my face stupid, kuroo?"

⤷ kuroo would soon start getting teased by his teammates whenever they see him walking with you to school, calling him a 'simp', but he proudly admits that he is for you.

⤷ kuroo would look at you smugly when you start flirting back with him, teasing you for 'ultimately falling in love with someone like him', then would start complaining when you bring up his failed flirting attempts in the past before he became straightforward.

"don't look at me like that when one of the first few times you've tried to flirt with me, you said my face looked stupidly cute."

"c'monnnnnnnnn, [name]... when will you ever drop that?" kuroo whined.

"when you stop teasing me whenever i, embarrassingly, flirt with you."

⤷ kuroo would be the one to start falling even harder for you, unable to keep going with the endless flirtings, wanting to confess his feelings for you.

⤷ kuroo finally decided, planning to confess his feelings at the end of the day, but would get impatient and tell you while you guys are at the aquarium.

"[name]."

"yes?" you turn to him, his face slightly red.

"i like you."

⤷ kuroo would immediately bring you into a hug, and would kiss the top of your head when you tell him you like him too.

"does that mean if i ask you to be my girlfriend, you'll say yes?"

"obviously, tetsuro."

━━━ BOKUTO KOUTARO

⤷ bokuto would be telling a story to akaashi, using his whole body to tell it as well and accidentally hits you as you were walking past.

"OH MY! I'M SO SORRY!" bokuto exclaims, grabbing your face between his large hands, inspecting it.

"n-no worries..."

"bokuto, please stop touching her. i think you're making her uncomfortable." akaashi grunts, having to pull bokuto away from your personal space.

⤷ bokuto would tell akaashi on how you're his crush while freaking out because he accidentally hit you, as well as invading your personal space and making you uncomfortable. (you weren't)

⤷ bokuto would soon search classrooms, looking for your's during lunch so he could apologize to you again and try to make up for it, eventually finding your class.

⤷ bokuto would do anything and everything to make up for hitting you, soon looking for you during lunch time throughout the week hoping you would find something he could do to redeem himself.

⤷ bokuto would continue to hang out with you during lunches even after you had told him what to do to redeem himself, enjoying your company and presence even more, even making akaashi join the two of you occasionally.

⤷ bokuto would look for you in the stands at his games after he hits a spike, and when he gets blocked he looks toward you to see you giving him a thumbs up while mouthing 'it's okay, try again' to him, making him even more fired up.

⤷ after winning his game, bokuto will excitedly runs up to you, bringing you into a hug, lifting you up off the floor before blurting out his feelings to you out of pure excitement.

"DID YOU SEE THAT, [NAME]?! WE WON!" he shouts excitedly.

"i'm so proud of you, bo!"

"HEY! SINCE WE WON, LET'S GO OUT!"

"h-huh?" you stammered.

"I LIKE YOU, [NAME]! LET'S GO OUT TOMORROW, OKAY?!"

⤷ after saying yes, bokuto would run around the gym yelling.

"AKAASHI, SHE SAID YES!"

"bokuto, please stop yelling, people are staring..."

━━━ USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

⤷ ushijima first saw you talking to your best friend in the hallways and was immediately entranced with your smile.

⤷ ushijima would unconsciously look for you in the hallways of shiratorizawa, and when he would see you, his eyes would never leave your figure.

"whatcha looking at, ushiwaka?" tendou smirks, poking his bicep.

"nothing."

⤷ ushijima wouldn't be discreet about how he looks for you, making tendou tease him, soon his interest in you would spread across the team like wildfire, which he then learns your name.

⤷ ushijima spotted you in the stands at one of his games and immediately began feeling giddy.

⤷ ushijima would score a point and would make eye contact with you, giving you the tiniestt smile which you immediately notice.

⤷ ushijima would finally approach you in the halls and just stand there until you notice him. (which is immediately bcs he is huge)

"eh?"

"apologies if i startled you. may i talk to [name] alone?"

you and your best friend share a look of confusion, before they leave you and him alone. "would you like to exchange numbers?"

⤷ ushijima would text you everyday, never failing to wish you a good morning or a goodnight as well as sending you text messages of when and what time he would have a game, hoping to see you there.

⤷ ushijima would come into terms with his feelings for you, telling tendou that he plans on confessing his true feelings to you, which tendou would immediately blab about to the team.

⤷ ushijima would approach you during lunch, bringing you outside to confess his feelings to you.

"i like you," he nods. "i wanted to be transparent with my emotions with you."

"i like you, too."

⤷ ushijima's chest would swell with happiness as he smiles at you, making your heart melt.

━━━ OIKAWA TOORU

⤷ oikawa had spotted you talking to hanamaki and matsukawa one morning, thinking you were very attractive and expected you to start swooning over him like his fangirls when he walked over to the two of you.

⤷ oikawa thought you were shy when you walked away from the two when you saw him walking over.

"aw, why'd she leave?" he pouted.

"she doesn't like you." hanamaki snickered, making matsukawa laugh.

⤷ oikawa was determined to make you like him and tried to make your paths cross with him whenever he saw you around the school, and would initiate conversation with you.

⤷ oikawa would start getting annoyed from the amount of times he would be interrupted because of his fangirls and would lowkey start boiling whenever they inserted themselves into your guys' conversation.

⤷ oikawa would start flat out ignoring his fangirls whenever they came around and only kept his eyes on you, following you if you were to start walking away when you saw them approaching.

⤷ oikawa would get your number from matsukawa and would start texting you nonstop, asking you to hang out with him after his practices, pitching the idea you watch him during practice so you guys can walk home together.

"oikawa, i live in the opposite direction."

"it's okay! i like talking to you, [name]!~"

⤷ oikawa would obnoxiously point at you whenever he scored a point if you were watching with a smirk, making your heart flutter, but you would roll your eyes at him.

⤷ oikawa would walk up to you after winning the game with a grin.

"let's go on a date! i would say i deserve it for winning."

"go with one of your fangirls or something, trashykawa."

"noooo, i wanna go with you!~" he pouts.

"celebrate with your teammates, how about that?" you roll your eyes.

"but i don't like them, i like you, [name]!"

⤷ oikawa would bring you into the tightest hug when you would agree, practically skipping over to the rest of the team and gushing about how he has a date with you.

━━━ DAICHI SAWAMURA

⤷ daichi would see you walking kiyoko the gym, and would try to be nonchalant on asking kiyoko who you were.

⤷ daichi would see you hanging with kiyoko a lot, and would pretend to ask kiyoko things about later's practice just to see you and try to talk to you.

"hi, im daichi sawamura, karasuno's volleyball captain."

⤷ daichi would start asking kiyoko things about you, and would bring you up to her without even noticing it.

"what class is [name] in?"

"does [name] watch our games?"

"is [name] in any clubs?"

⤷ daichi would begin stuttering and turn red when kiyoko would ask if he has a crush on you, but would immediately perk up when she asks if he wants to hang out with you guys sometime.

⤷ daichi would compliment you whenever he passed by you in the halls, and would start small talk.

⤷ daichi would be very respectful whenever he hung out with you and kiyoko, earning him brownie points from you and kiyoko.

⤷ daichi would ask for your number, and would text you constantly, even during school, asking you how are your classes and if you were busy after school.

⤷ daichi would put in the maximum effort when he saw you watching one of the games, hoping to impress you.

⤷ daichi would become irritated on the downlow when nishinoya and tanaka saw you talking to kiyoko after the game, and when they both started fanboying over 'two goddesses', then would scold them for being animals.

⤷ daichi would decide to confess to you on a random weekend after he caught himself thinking of you while he was out and about doing errands.

⤷ daichi would show up to your front door with a bouquet of flowers.

"daichi? what are you doing here?"

"i just wanted to tell you that i have liked you for quite sometime," he clears his throat. "and i was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me."

⤷ daichi would sigh in relief when you agreed, giving you the flowers with a wide smile and red cheeks.

⤷ daichi would start running home excitedly, while smiling widely after you went back into your home after giving him a kiss on the cheek.

━━━ KITA SHINSUKE

⤷ kita saw you in the hallways once when he went to meet up with his teammates for lunch, finding you absolutely breathtaking.

⤷ kita had bumped into you a few days after, immediately apologizing to you with a slight blush, asking if you were okay with immense worry in his tone.

⤷ kita would start seeking you out discreetly, but was caught by aran when he saw kita looking at you so fondly.

"who is that?"

"who?" kita tried to brush off, making aran roll his eyes.

⤷ kita would go up to you one day after school at your shoe locker, asking if you wanted to exchange phone numbers because he wanted to get to know you.

⤷ kita would text you every night, asking about your day and what kind of foods did you like so he can make you some when he could, leaving it on your desk the next morning with a note.

⤷ kita would start approaching you throughout the day, engaging in a conversation and asking how the food was to your liking.

⤷ kita would start giving you small snacks and treats with a note on your desk every morning, and would walk you home after your clubs.

⤷ kita would write you a love note, telling you how he feels on your desk with a few flowers that reminded him of you.

⤷ kita would wait for you outside of your classroom with a bento box in hand and another flower, nervously fumbling with the cloth of the bento box.

"did you like it? the letter, i mean...?"

"of course i did, kita. i like you, too."

⤷ kita would burst into a wide smile, handing you the flower and the bento box, walking beside you with a hand on your lower back as you two walked to somewhere else more isolated to eat your lunches as the twins, suna and aran cheered him on from the corner.

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[sleeplessdove]

be a body

e. williams x fem! reader

synopsis: the thrill of firing your girlfriend’s gun is greater than you could have ever imagined

a/n: wrote while high & not proofread !

warnings: dark themes !!! outdoor/public sex, gun usage that is incredibly irresponsible, do not do any of this !!!, gun used for penetration, r! gets eaten out, pet names, established relationship, heavy dom/sub themes!!!, slapping, r! is described more as a femme, predator/prey kink (?), gun kink, fear play, power imbalance, and lots more !

wc: 2.3k

You can feel her hand tightening against yours, as if daring you to finally pull the trigger. Even with no exchange of words, you understand why she is being so patient. She is measuring your breaths, waiting for you to slip up. Both of you know you’re out of your element but she needs to be able to prove it through your own actions. 

The weapon is dreadfully heavy and if Ellie’s hands weren’t guiding your own, you would’ve dropped it ages ago. A heavy silence falls between the two of you, the only sound being caused by your short and panicked breaths. But all the while, her breaths remained calm and had a natural ease to them. 

The amount of power she had at this moment left you petrified, and yet you never wanted this to end. You could feel her breath fluttering against your skin as she lowered her lips towards your neck, placing a tender kiss against it before speaking. 

“Take it nice n’ slow, sweetheart” 

In an instant, your whole body seemed to relax and it was as if the entire world had just gone silent. Your eyes locked onto the empty beer bottle Ellie had so kindly put out for you as target practice, and you finally felt that you were seeing it clearly. You took in a deep breath, exhaling from your mouth as you finally pressed down against the trigger enough to cause it to fire. 

The sound is disruptive to say the least, your body tensing as your ears begin to ring. It takes a moment for your mind to even register that before the ringing began, you could clearly hear the glass bottle shattering. Relief flooded every inch of your body, pride swelling in your chest. 

Your moment of triumph was interrupted as Ellie pulled the gun from your hands with very little effort, your eyes following the movements of her fingers as she turned the safety back on and slid her favorite handgun back into the holster she always wore on her thigh. 

She turns your body so you’re facing her, her strong hands firmly gripping your hips. “Look at you, little miss perfect, hm?” she questions with a smile that feels mocking but some part of you is truly soothed by it. 

You shake your head, a bashfulness growing deep inside of you that had been planted by the attention Ellie gave you. “I only got it cause you were helping” you mutter, your words small and passive. 

“And she’s modest too” Ellie quips playfully, always seeming to bask in the glow that came with teasing you endlessly. Her firm hold on your hips seems to lighten up, leaving your body to sway a bit, lost without her guidance. But soon enough, her hands begin to trail up your body. 

Every curve of your body is traced by her skilled fingers, as if she were molding you into something new, something you had always wanted to be. The feel of her rough hands came with a whirlwind of emotions, leaving you feeling breathless. At the same time you had never felt such euphoria, the rush of proving yourself to Ellie mixed with the fear of being in the woods with your armed girlfriend making everything feel like a dream. 

The cold air bites your skin as she pushes up your sweater, the realization that the two of you were out where anyone could see you making you tense in the slightest. She is quick to soothe you, leaning down to drag her tongue against the pulse point on your neck. A filthy moan leaves Ellie’s lips as she feels the wild beat of your heart against her own tongue. 

It’s a reminder that she is the one in control, and she can’t help but gently graze her teeth against the flesh, although she eternally wishes to simply sink her teeth into you. She is only being gentle because she wants to make you wait for the pleasure you are seeking out. 

“Please” you breathe out, unsure of what you’re even asking for at this point. You’d take anything from her, whether it be a kiss or a punch, anything was better than her punishingly slow pace. 

Your plea only makes her scoff and she makes a point of pressing a messy kiss against your neck before she finally moves so that the two of you are eye to eye. “Do you really think you’re the one in charge here?” she questions, feigning curiosity. When you only frown at her, she moves one hand away from your body and uses it to lightly slap your cheek. 

“I asked you a question” she adds on, her tone no longer playful. The small slap was barely enough to cause a sting but it left you reeling, the small correction instantly putting you back in your place. 

“No, I don’t” you finally mutter, speaking the truth since there was no other option. Your words must have been correct, as Ellie’s expression becomes much warmer after you speak. “That’s what I thought” she hums, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. 

To be rewarded for such words makes you dizzy with delight, the feeling of everything being out of your control somehow managing to calm you. When she finally kisses your lips, it’s as if the gates of Heaven had opened for you. 

Her tongue was akin to velvet, so warm and inviting as it slid against your own. Despite your own desperation, Ellie keeps the kiss slow and behaves as if she has all the time in the world with you. 

She shushes the borderline pitiful whines that fall from your lips when she pulls away, although she makes up for it by trailing kisses down your clothed body. You watch as she kneels before you, pushing you back against the large tree behind you. Once she has you pinned there, she begins to behave like a woman starved. 

With reverent movements, she kisses your thighs that were still covered by tights and bunches up your skirt between her fists. It feels dirty in a way you can’t quite describe, but it makes your cunt ache with need. “You did so good, following my directions cause you’re so smart” she praises, her moans mixing with her words seamlessly. 

Your body practically trembles beneath her grasp, immediately moving your hips to help her tug down your skirt along with your tights. It’s not rushed, as Ellie loves to take her time with you. “Maybe we should’ve come on a warmer day” she comments, noticing the way the cold breeze had you shaking. 

“No, no. Today is perfect, I like it” you reassure breathlessly, needing Ellie to not have a single bit of hesitance while touching you. Your quick reply makes her grin and she traces her fingers along the cotton material of your panties. 

The sight of the cute bunny printed onto the front of your panties makes her heart swell with adoration and she can’t help but lean down to press a kiss against the little bunny. “You’re the sweetest little thing I’ve ever seen” she states as if it were the most truthful words that had ever left her lips. 

You can only let out huffs and broken moans as she finally tugs your panties down past your thighs, doing your best to spread your legs while still leaning against the hard bark of the tree. 

She spreads you open for her own viewing pleasure, finding solace only when she’s buried between your thighs. You thread your fingers through her hair, tugging just enough to have her groaning. There is no doubt that you should be ashamed but when Ellie is treating your body as if it’s something holy, you can’t think straight. 

When she dips her head down and you feel the sloppy kiss she presses against your clit, you let out a moan that rumbles deep within your chest. You don’t dare to press her mouth closer to you, knowing there would be immediate consequences to your actions. 

So you’re forced to endure the slow kisses she trails all along your most intimate area, her tongue lapping at your slit ever so gently. The mere tip of her tongue had you holding onto the tree that kept you steady, the bark cracking under your fingers. 

“Did holding my gun get you all worked up, bunny? Did you feel all powerful?” she questions, her mouth so close to your cunt as she speaks that you can feel her breath against you. It leaves you squirming, unsure if you want her to do more or less. 

“Felt nice to hold, really nice” you whisper, being given no time to react as she turns you so that you are bent over and holding on to the tree. “Yeah, baby? It sounds like you love my gun just as much as you love me” she coos, using her thumbs to spread open your cunt once more, the new angle letting her see you on a deeper level. 

“There’s my pretty girl” she praises, and you’re unsure if she is speaking about you or your cunt. Either way, you feel your face heat up from all the praise she has been giving you. You’re sticky with arousal and Ellie can’t deny herself any longer. 

She leans closer, remaining on her knees behind you as she begins to feverishly eat you out. Her tongue flattens against your slit only to move back upwards so she can flick her tongue mercilessly against your twitching clit. When she closes her lips around your bud and begins to suck, your hips jerk involuntarily. 

“No, want you inside” you plead with a mewl, needing to feel connected with her. Although you know you’re asking for the impossible, as out in the middle of the woods Ellie couldn’t just grab her strap to fuck you brains out. 

However to your surprise, she is immediately able to find a way to give you the contact you are seeking out. She nudges her tongue against your slit carefully before slowly sinking it inside, fucking you on her tongue. 

It’s not nearly as deep as her strap could reach but in that moment, it’s all you needed. Her mouth is hot against you, her spit dripping down her chin as she worships your pussy. 

You’re so lost in the blinding pleasure that you don’t even realize the movements Ellie has made, that is until it’s too late. She knows you're close and yet she pulls away, leaving you aching for more. 

“Shhhhh, princess. I’ve got just what you’ve been begging for” she soothes, pressing the warm barrel of the gun against your hole that was still clenching around nothing. 

The strange feeling is enough to make you turn your head so you can glance back at her, your eyes wide with fear. Ellie uses her free hand to gently rub against the skin of your thigh, offering an understanding smile. “The safety’s on, promise. But if you wanna stop, you can tell me” she says in a calm voice that could’ve made you melt. 

No matter the shame you felt, you couldn’t deny that she was right, that this is what you wanted. “Need it…” you confess, as if pleading with her to push it inside. Your words are enough for Ellie to lose any sense of hesitation, her finger gently circling your clit while she pushes the tip of her gun inside you. 

It’s warm from the recent firing of it but much smoother than you expected, the attention to your clit making the stretch much easier since you were preoccupied with ecstasy. “That’s it, baby. Look at this pretty pussy, all spread open n’ fuckin’ dripping for me” she says in a rough voice, getting worked up just from watching you. 

The thrusts from the weapon are deep and slow, letting you feel every detail of the gun inside you. The mix of fear and arousal creates something delicious and you know that you can’t hold on much longer. 

“Can I cum, please? I’ve been so good, did everything you told me to” you beg, needing her permission and approval for every little thing. Ellie sighs, as if saddened that this moment will be coming to an end but she still speeds up the thrusts for you, wanting to help you finish. 

“Of course, bun. C’mon, cum on my gun the same way you cum on my cock” she encourages, her words beyond dirty yet neither of you cared. The sound of her voice is all you need before you’re crying out her name, creaming around the still warm weapon. 

Ellie curses as she watches your pussy clamp down on her handgun like a silk vice, pulling it from your body carefully so she can see your dripping core that she had just stretched open with her weapon of choice. 

“Jesus fuck, you’re gonna help me clean this up” she mutters as she observes her gun that was now a complete mess of your juices. You can only groan in response, in no mood to help her clean her guns after she just pushed your body to its limit. 

When she realizes how out of it you are, she simply tucks away her gun and tugs your clothes back into place so you’re at least covered up. “Once we get back, I’ll give you what you want, alright?” she promises, standing up and not caring to dust the dirt off her knees. 

You can’t stop the pleased smile that spreads onto your lips, nodding contently before she gives your ass a gentle smack to get you to move on your own. The soreness is beginning to build in your body but Ellie lets you lean against her as the two of you walk back to the cabin. 

The fear from earlier lingers a bit but it only makes you more eager to reach your shared bedroom so that you can feel her tender touch that never failed to make the world feel like a perfect place.

[ateezscupid]

reader fingering sub!yunho ♡

"It feels -- weird," Yunho whimpers as threw his head back, laying it on your shoulder. "A-And it kind of hurts…"

"Well, it's your first time." You chuckle. "And I'm trying to be gentle! But it's hard to move my fingers when you're squeezing them! We might run out of lube if you keep doing that-"

"Can you not say embarrassing things like that when your fingers are literally inside of my ass?!" Yunho hisses, his cheeks reddening as he tightens his grip on the bedsheets. His eyes are squeezed shut, and beads of sweat form at his temples. The room is filled with the sound of your labored breathing and the faint squeaks of the bedframe under the two of you.

"Fine! But, with the way your dick is twitching, I can only assume you like it~," you tease, pushing your fingers deeper inside of him, causing him to whine. Yunho's body tenses up momentarily before he relaxes with a deep sigh. The sensation is foreign but not entirely unpleasant. He's been curious about this for a while now, especially after all the things he's read and watched in secret. But the reality of it is so much more intense than his imagination could ever conjure.

"Fuck," he gasps. "I-I'm starting to-"

"Feel good?" you whisper, your breath tickling the shell of his ear. The scent of vanilla and sweat fills the room, a heady combination that somehow seems right in this moment of shared intimacy. Yunho nods, his hips involuntarily rocking back to meet your slow, careful thrusts. His body is a landscape of curves and tension, each movement a revelation of the pleasure you're bringing him.

"I could tell," you giggle in his ear. "Your hole is twitching like crazy. You like how my fingers feel, don't you?"

He nods once again. "H-How can this feel so good-?!"

"How do you think I feel when you finger me?" You laugh. "It's like your body is trying to swallow me whole, so tight and warm." Yunho's breath hitches, his eyes flying open. The burn is intense, but he's starting to get used to the fullness. His hips begin to rock more confidently, setting a rhythm that matches the pulsing of his heart.

"Now how about…" you mumble, your fingers now moving with purpose as if looking for something. "Here?"

"Huh? Wha-- AH!" His back arched immediately. Your fingers were rubbing against his prostate. The sensation was like nothing he'd ever felt before, and it was as if every nerve ending in his body had just been electrified.

"O-Oh fuck, fuck--! W-What--"

"It feels good?" you smile against his ear. "Yeah, I kept watching those prostate massage videos to figure out how to do this."

"O-Oh my god, Y/N…!" Yunho gasps, his body trembling as you continue to stroke that sensitive spot inside him. His eyes widen and his breaths come in quick pants. You can feel his muscles clench around your fingers, the intensity of his reactions making your own arousal spike.

"You like when I touch that spot, hm?" You smile. "Are you gonna cum?"

"I-I'm so -- I'm close! R-Really close!" He shudders, grinding his hips down on your fingers. "D-Don't stop! Please!" His voice is desperate, the sound of his need echoing off the walls.

"Good boy," you whisper. Yunho gripped the sheets as tightly as he could, his cock leaking precum onto the bed. You felt his insides tightening around your fingers, his breath hitching in a way that told you he was on the edge. You leaned in closer, your other hand reaching up to gently trace the line of his jaw, the stubble prickling your fingertips as you turned his face towards yours. "Look at me," you ordered softly.

His eyes stayed open only for a moment before shutting once again, the volume of his moans spiking. His back arches and his jaw is hung, hands gripping the bed sheets. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-!"

You press your lips against his, his hand rushing to grab your arm. The kiss is frantic, matching the rhythm of your fingers inside him. His tongue slips out, and you take it into your mouth, sucking gently as you keep the pressure on his prostate.

Cum spurted from his tip, painting the sheets in a warm, sticky mess as he releases himself into your hand. You keep fingering him through it, savoring the feeling of his hot, pulsing cock as he shudders and gasps against you. The smell of sex fills the room, a potent blend of arousal and satisfaction.

He lets out muffled moans, pulling away from your mouth and throwing his head back again, a weird feeling crawling up his body. From head to toe, his body trembled. It felt like you were forcing the cum out of him, each spurt making him squirm. You feel his ass tighten around your fingers, and you keep up the rhythm, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. His moans turn into whimpers, his body a tightly wound coil ready to spring.

And with the last spurt, Yunho's body goes limp, panting heavily against your shoulder. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are glazed over, a look of pure bliss washing over his features. You pull your fingers out of him gently, and he gasps, the sudden emptiness making him whine. You chuckle, bringing your hand to your mouth and licking the cum off your fingers, watching him watch you with a mix of shock and arousal.

[leighsartworks216]

Your Majesty

Zayne x fem!Reader x Sylus

I got this idea outta nowhere but thank fucking god I did. There was gonna be more build up but nahhhh

@comatosebunny09 IT'S HERE BABEYY

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Warnings: pwp, smut, polyamory, threesome, royalty AU, kissing, cuddling, cum swallowing, blow jobs, face sitting, hair pulling, anal sex, fingering, oral, 69, light dom/sub, sweat, banter, teasing, biting

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Zayne was never very vocal insofar as moaning, but with every slap of Sylus's hips against his ass, breathy whimpers rose from his throat. Gasps of air, choked up and shaking with pleasure. He reaches back and holds onto your arms, trying not to hold on too tightly for fear of hurting you. You brush his hair back from his face, caressing his flushed cheeks. He's so beautiful like this, glistening with sweat and eyes glazed over as he watches his stiff cock bounce against his stomach in tandem with Sylus's movements.

"You sound so beautiful, my love," you coo sweet praise by his ear. He's putty in your hands, a little doll for you and your other consort to play with. So easily do you tilt his head back, until his Adam's apple cranes toward the ceiling and his eyes hazily focus on you. "So pretty..."

You swallow his gasp while you thumb circles around a pert nipple, pinching it between your fingers. His back arches away from the plush of your bed, seeking more. Sylus strokes along his side, petting up along his ribs. "And he's being such a good boy tonight. Don't you agree, Your Highness?"

You hum, pulling away from Zayne's mouth. Saliva glistens in a silver strand, coats his lips, tastes as sweet as the grapes he ate earlier. "He is," you agree. You push your thumb into his mouth. He sucks on it greedily, lapping at the pad of it like a dog. You pull it out with a wet pop, and rub the slick over the pretty pink bud once more, rolling it under your thumb as you finally draw a breathy moan from his throat. "What do you want for being such a good boy?"

"Taste..." he pants. His whole body shudders as he rolls his hips to meet one of Sylus's thrusts, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. "Taste you, my lady... Please, I beg, let me taste you..."

With a small gesture, Sylus slows considerably. His large cock drags slowly out of Zayne's needy hole, until only the tip remains inside, before just as slowly pushing it back in. It's torture. Slow, beautiful torture. Zayne's chest heaves with pleading pants, stomach coated in the sticky precum leaking from his flushed head.

"Is that really what you want, darling?"

He nods, a tear or two finally breaking free as he aches for Sylus to ravage him again like before. Yearns to feel so close to cumming just from being fucked and cradled alone, without either of his lovers giving attention to his weeping cock.

You brush the tears away and kiss him chastely on his lips. "As you wish, my love."

He releases your arms. As you slide out from under his head, Sylus cradles Zayne's neck and leans over the man to kiss him deeply. The slick precum clings to Sylus's own stomach where it touches him. His tongue pushes deep into his partner's mouth, swallowing every sound he makes as he rolls his hips in gentle thrusts. Sylus's grunts and groans mix with Zayne's breathy sounds; both only serve to add to your desire.

You tangle your fingers in white hair and tug. It hurts, sure, but your consort has always enjoyed the pain, especially when you use it to command him in the bedroom. He starts to straighten back up, but you don't let him. Halfway up, he has to rest his hand on Zayne's chest to support himself as you kiss him roughly.

Zayne watches in a daze. The way your throats bob and tongues meet before each kiss, teeth bite at lips and pull. The furrow in Sylus's brow as he tries leaning more into you despite the pull on his hair. It's addicting. There is always something so arousing when he gets the opportunity to watch his partners enjoy each other. Something that challenges the natural possessiveness he keeps locked away, tamed only by the fact that he is a partner to you both. How could he be jealous of his own partners when he himself is just as loved and doted on by either of you?

When you finally release Sylus, his face is flushed and a smirk dances on his lips. He straightens out, returning his hold to Zayne's hip and spread legs, as you position yourself to straddle over his face. You smell divine. Saccharine and sinful. His hands grab your hips and sit you onto his awaiting mouth before you can do it yourself.

You moan at the sudden wet heat licking you. The unholy sounds of slurping as he drinks every drop of slick from your pussy. Sylus even groans at the delicious noises. "Ah- I thought this was a good boy?" You grind your cunt down onto his face. He laps at your swollen clit as his nose swipes against your dripping hole. You rest your hands on his abs for support. "Yet he takes more than his master is willing to give him."

"You blame a dog for lunging for the bone held before him?" Sylus teases. Sweat beads at his forehead, creates trails down his chest. The effort it takes not to speed up once more and take his fill is evident in the way he grips the pale flesh of your lover, digging fingertips in so harsh they will leave bruises later. "The poor pet only wanted his treat."

You huff, playing annoyed, but you can't fight your grin or your arousal any longer. "Then let's treat him, shall we?" You give Sylus a nod. Immediately, he draws back and rams forward into Zayne, so harshly his whole body shifts against the bed. His pace doesn't relent. The gleam of lubricating oil decorates his veiny cock as it pistons in and out of his tight hole. Zayne is caught between a whine and a moan as he doubles down in his efforts to taste and please you.

Sylus hooks Zayne's leg over his shoulder to reach deeper than before. Hand now free from holding said leg, he grabs your jaw and draws you into another kiss.

It's always a fight for dominance against him. You may be the Royal Highness, you may sit upon your throne, he may just be a consort - but that all means nothing in here. You fight for your own right to rule the bedroom.

He bites your lip harshly, nearly breaking the soft skin, before sucking it between his lips. You suck his upper lip into your mouth, biting just as harshly on his cupid's bow. Angling his head, he kisses you deeply, delving his tongue into your mouth, eager to claim his dominance over you tonight.

Maybe you put up a good fight, or maybe you choose to let him win. Regardless, the outcome is the same. He draws from you, hand roughly holding the back of your neck to push your face down, until you are face to face with Zayne's needy cock.

"Return the favor to our beloved," he commands in a growl. "Lick him."

Zayne can feel your cunt clench around his tongue from his order. Your hands support yourself on his thigh and hip as you obey. You lick a long stripe from the base of his dick to the head, sucking lightly at his dripping slit and prodding it with the tip of tour tongue.

"Good, Your Highness. How much can you take of him tonight, I wonder?"

His hand releases your neck to grip your hair. You have just enough time to open your mouth wide and relax your throat before you're shoved down onto his cock. It twitches against the back of your throat, blocks your airway, nearly makes you gag with the sudden intrusion.

Zayne pulls your pussy closer to his mouth as he jerks his hips upward. This time you do gag, tears springing to your eyes. Sylus lifts you up, giving you a second to breathe as he addresses Zayne. "You won't last long now, will you, pretty boy?"

He answers in the way his fingers curl against your lower back, clutch at your ass cheek. Sylus chuckles breathlessly at the sight.

"Good boy. You want me to fill you?"

This time, he whimpers pitifully. His hips jerk again.

"You want to fill her pretty mouth?"

His cock twitches against your tongue as you lightly suck around him. He whines something that almost sounds like, "Please."

"I think you've earned it."

Sylus guides your head. You bob on Zayne's dick, slower than his own thrusts, reduced to a mere toy to be commanded and controlled at his will. Zayne frees one hand to press his fingers inside your sweet pussy, so soaked he doesn't have to wait to use multiple fingers. He thrusts them into you desperately, curling them into your g-spot perfectly as he does so, but his mouth on your clit fights to keep a slower pace. The difference works to draw you quickly toward your release.

Sylus adores this. Adores watching his partners pleasure each other under his watchful eye. The drool that drips down your chin as he guides you up and down Zayne's shaft and the way you rock your hips against his face. Zayne's interspersed breaths when he can no longer go without air and his hips constantly trying to meet his thrusts and your mouth. The wet sounds of it all. The way he can watch his cock disappear into his lover, over and over, feel him clench around him as he gets closer and closer to finally reaching his orgasm. It's maddening. It's addicting. He wishes he could stay here forever.

But forever doesn't last. And it's eternally better that it doesn't.

How else would he feel Zayne clench so tightly around him as his cock twitches and shoots hot strands of his cum down your throat? How else would he hear your muffled moans and see your arching back as Zayne works you through your orgasm, fingering and sucking you until you're squirming? How else would he fuck into Zayne until his abs clench, his hips stutter, and he's buried himself as far as he can go to fill him with cum as deep as possible?

How else would he enjoy releasing you from his hold and watching the last, unswallowed bit of cum drip down onto Zayne's softening cock and messy stomach? How else would he help you roll onto the bed beside your partner to reveal Zayne's glistening chin and heaving chest? How else would he be able to slide out of his lover with a quiet hiss and watch his cum drip out of him and to the floor?

He gently lowers Zayne's leg from his shoulder and massages the tense muscles there. Zayne hums breathily to express his appreciation, still coming down from his high. You tiredly reach out for him, grabbing his arm to try pulling him down to join you. He chuckles, but does as you wish. Sweaty and messy and exhausted, and much too warm to cuddle, you all seek out each other regardless, until you're in a heap of heavy breathing and bodily fluids.

A knock sounds at the door. "Your Majesty? Lord Eldwin is requesting your presence! He wishes to discuss the-"

"Tell him kindly to choose a better time to discuss such matters!" you call back, not bothering to hide your aggravation. Your voice is slightly hoarse. She doesn't seem to notice.

"He insists, my lady! He refuses to leave until you meet with him!"

You sigh. You're in no shape to be meeting with this pompous idiot, mentally or physically.

Sylus chuckles lowly, too quietly for the handmaid to hear. "If he won't leave until you see him, then you can take as long as you want getting ready, hm?"

Zayne turns to face you, wrapping his arms around your body and pressing his face to your neck. "It would be rude to leave a lord waiting."

"It is rude to demand the time of royalty," Sylus counters, smirking. "Especially when she's so occupied with much more interesting men than Lord Eldwin."

The maid knocks again. "Your Highness?"

You huff. "I'll see him as soon as I am ready."

"Would you like any assistance, my lady?"

Before you can answer, Zayne does for you. "Ready a large bath for Her Majesty."

The maid squeaks. It's no secret you have two lovers, but she certainly did not expect to hear a man's voice reply. "Y-Yes! Of course! Right away!" She scampers off, leaving you all behind to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

"How long should we make him wait?" Sylus asks.

You hum, relaxing further against your lovers. "How long do you think it would take before he gives up?"

Zayne gives you a mildly disapproving stare, but it's immediately undermined when he says, "It will take ages to wash you, Your Majesty. We must be thorough." He peppers light kisses against your shoulder with a slight grin.

"And you must decide what to wear for such an occasion." Sylus sighs with faux melancholy as he sits up in order to lay across you both. His weight combined with the mess you've all made is slightly uncomfortable, but no less welcome.

"Not to mention Her Highness will need to rest after so much strenuous activity."

"So..." you trail off. "Tomorrow, then?"

Sylus chuckles. Zayne turns his head to kiss the man's shoulder. "We'll see."

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[lotus-n-l0ve]

LOST WITHOUT YOU, BABY

— Eren Yeager x Female Reader

With Heart And Soul.

*⁠.⁠✧ SYNOPSIS : Eren sometimes feared what he would do if you had not graced his life that one afternoon of mid-march. ・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

*⁠.⁠✧ WARNINGS & TAGS : Boyfriend!Eren, Girlfriend!reader, high school sweethearts, bullying, blood, fight, mob boss!eren, smut, kiss, late night, sex, p in v, 2.4k words. ・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

*⁠.⁠✧ NOTE FROM LOTUS : Feels so good to write after so long. My exams are coming up, of course I will wanna right now 乁⁠[⁠ ⁠◕⁠ ⁠ᴥ⁠ ⁠◕⁠ ⁠]⁠ㄏ

*⁠.⁠✧ — NAVIGATION // ATTACK ON TITAN MASTERLIST

DO NOT PRESS [READ MORE] IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE. MINORS DNI, IF YOU DO THEN IT'S YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY. ・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐀 𝐇2𝐑 at the back of the baby blue two story house. Crossing over the wall wasn't so hard anymore after doing so many times. He ghosted across the back yard and climbed on to the maple tree before he was standing in front of the familiar window that led to your bedroom, separating you from him.

Eren stepped ahead on the rough branch leading right to the window. The glass window was left open as if you knew he would come by. He slid it open and he jumped inside the room with a thud but not loud enough to alert your parents who were fast asleep two rooms down the hallway. You were fast asleep under the fluffy comfort of the duvet.

Eren tiptoed to the bathroom and opened the door with as little noise as possible. You had been whining about the ongoing exam and how much pressure it was giving you. Eren knew he could give you the world you wanted. You only had to tell him with your sweet voice and he would bring the whole world to your feet. But he also respected your decision to do something yourself, to be independent.

Getting rid of any and every piece of clothing, Eren stepped under the shower head. Warm water glided down his body, soothing away all the tension in his muscles. Eren tangled a hand through the wet locks and tilted his head back. Drops of water pitter-pattering on his eyes and lips. His heart was felt with nothing but detest and abhor. He loathed everything, from the waking moment to the last awake second everyday.

Eren sometimes feared what he would do if you had not graced his life that one afternoon of mid-march.

The intense hit of boot against your belly sent a jolt of acute pain through your body. It would leave a ugly bruise you were sure. The blood had already dried under your nose long ago, now the area just  felt tight and itchy. The next hit came down hard on your head, almost knocking you out.

         “Do you have some screws loose in your head?” Your attacker shouted, stomping on your crouched body that stayed laying down on the cold floor of an empty classroom, “I clearly told you to finish my assignment and hand it over to teach. Then why the fuck is he saying I didnt submit my work?”

Two of his minions didn't try even the slightest to suppress the snickers. Standing behind their leader as if he was doing something great.

         “It was your assignment. Why should I do it?” Each trembling word that came out of your mouth, hurt your throat like hell. But it was not worse than the torture you had been enduring for the past two months. Precisely two and half months ago, you moved to this new city because of your father’s transfer. It had been two months since you started attending ‘Heritage High’ and every single student here had made it their job to bully the life out of the new student. Louise Liebert being the leader of them all.

He was the kid who was never told ‘no’ in his entire life. So, when you, being the reserved kid you were, denied to exchange your new fountain pen with his already half used ball pen, it hurt his ego and he made it his mission to fill your days in the school with hurt and sorrow. The pain was special to you, your grandpa had gifted it to you for the new journey you were going to start. He always had it with him wherever he went. He called it his lucky star but it didn't seem to have much luck for your case.

Complaining to your parents got you nowhere when the school staff and children pledged for his innocence. You had a suspicion that it had something to do with his father being the mayor of the town. The only thing you accomplished was proving yourself to be a liar to your parents and increased bullying.

         “Looks like you still have the energy to argue, huh?” Adler, the tall and abnormally skinny guy on his right scoffed.

         “All that beating was not enough for you was it?” Baldur, the shorty onLouise’s left sneered down at you.

         Louise brought his face to your level, a vicious smirk on his face, “Do you need a dick in your mouth to shut up like your mommy dearest?”

You didn't know what happened but the second those words left his stinky mouth, you shot up. Your head hitting his jaw as he went back flying, slamming his head on the hard floor. The room echoed the crazy screams of three individuals. A sense of fight or flight knocked you and you were sprinting out of the room, running through the empty hallway with three angry bulls running after you. As much as scared you were, you were also very proud of yourself. You hoped he cracked his head.

You ran and ran fast. If they got their hands on you then you were sure that you would be going home with more than just black eyes. Running up the stairs, you threw the door in front of you with a screech. They were just a few steps away from you as you pushed the door with your whole body and tried to shut the door. But your tired body was too weak against three of them.

The door swung with force, tripping you backwards on the ground. Fuck! They towered over your body, looking like hungry hyenas, very injured hyenas at that.If only you were not about to get beaten, you would have danced with joy. They closed in on you as you attempted to back away.

         “Now what? Where are you gonna run now bitch!” Louise sneered. 

         “Why don't you worry about yourself first, Liebert…….” You see the colours drain from Louise’s face, not only him but also his minions. “......Quite the brevery you’ve got there.”

The more that deep voice spoke a little far behind you, the more shit scared those fuckers looked. Your head turned ever so slowly. The very familiar body of Eren Yeager lying on the hard bench. Suddenly jumping off the roof didn't seem that bad. If Louise was a hyena, then Eren was the lion. Eren was the nightmare of Marley. Notorious, cruel, and brutal were the words that describe him. The only son of Grisha Yeager, the successor of Lupus, the biggest underworld gang. They didn't have to hide in the shadows, no, they wore suits and flaunted themselves in the broad daylight. The government was run by the rats of Lupus.

Eren lived up to his name, Hel, beautiful on one side and cruel on the other. He had everyone in Heritage High walking on eggshells.In attempt of saving yourself from one trouble, you threw yourself in the tiger’s den.

         “E-Eren–” Louise squicked rather embarrassingly, “We–”

         “Since when are we on a first name basis?” His tone was nonchalant but even you could feel the threat underneath.

Eren leisurely brought himself up in a sitting position. His eyes looked this side on the floor and then that side, searching for something, before it landed on you. You could feel your heart in your throat. God! You didnt wanna be anywhere near that menace of a boy. He jerked his head to your right, pointing at something.

What is it? A bat like his last victim? Or a gun like the one before that?

You follow his gaze, landing on a black bag and an unopened can of soda. You prayed to all the gods in existence that he meant the soda can as you hurriedly scooted over to bring it to him. He glanced at your hands holding out the can for him before staring at you with a raised eyebrow. WHAT NOW? 

You glanced at the can before realization drew onto you. Dumbass! You used all the strength you had and opened it and offered him again. This time Eren took the can, taking a sip of the cold drink.

         “Sir Yeager, everything is this bitch’s fault.” Alder spoke up, “Had she not run in here, we would have never disturbed you.”

         “Yes sir, we were teaching her a lesson but this bitch–” Baldur backed him.

         Eren took another sip, “Lesson? What is this great lesson of yours?” 

         The three exchanged worried glances and finally the biggest asshole of the group spoke up, “We were doing this for you sir.” 

         “Yes we caught her bad mouthing you–” 

         “That's not true!!” You almost yelled in fear, “I–”

Eren held up a hand, shutting you up and signed for them to continue. You could see relief sinking on them. Their eyes glinted with smugness.

        Louise continued with all the arrogance in his voice, “She was talking shit about you and we told her that she should not do that, she said that “Eren can suck my dick” that you are a lousy fucker who uses his father to get away with everything.”

         “Is that so?”

You felt your heart sink. Eyes prickled with tears and nose burned like hell as you grasped what was going to happen. The best would be if he straight up strangled you to death. Your head bowed down in the last attempt of saving yourself from further embarrassment. But did that even matter anymore?

You saw Eren throwing the can to the side, out of sight, and stood up and you instinctively backed away two steps. You waited for the blow to come, you waited and waited and waited because the blow never came. But a loud thud along with a piercing scream echoed on the rooftop, scaring away the pigeons there alongside you. Your bread shot up and the scene before you left you gasping.

Dulder’s body stayed slumped against the wooden door with his head shoved into the, now broken, door. Blood pooled around his quivering form and splattered on walls, his friends and most of all, on Eren himself. 

         Eren grabbed Louise’s coller and brought him up to his eye lever, “You think i'm one of your minions or something that i'll believe whatever you say?”

         Eren had a good five inches on Louise. His toes were barely touching the floor and that left him gasping for air, “I’m t-telling…… the…t-truth–”

         “So you are saying that you think–no, believe that I should suck your dick? That I get away with everything because of my father?” Eren tilted his head to the side and scoffed, “Do you also think that my father can stop me from beating you to death? Let’s do a little test.”

The next few minutes were like hell. You could hear every sound of bone cracking whenever Eren landed a punch. Every splash of blood and the groans of pain. You had slouched yourself in a crouched position, facing the wall, in the last attempt of saving yourself. When it finally stopped, you found yourself unable to relax because he was still there. The next could be you.

Sniffles were uncontrollable, you were probably shaking like you were being electrocuted. You heard steps closing on you before stopping right behind you.

         “Oii…” You felt a light kick on the back of your leg, “Are you seriously crying? After I beat your bullies?”

You tried to at least say one word but your throat was clogged with sniffles. He sighed as if you were a lost cause. 

         “So ungrateful. Not even a thanks.” Something fell on your head, a blazer, hiding you from the outside world, “You stink man! Go take a shower.”

With that he left you, alone, on the rooftop, with thousands of thoughts and maybe a little bit of relief. For Eren those were the best minutes he wasted and that he will never regret.

          “What are you thinking about?” You asked with your ever so soft voice as you ran your hands through his long hair from the back.

          “You.” Eren replied without a hint of hesitation.

You dragged your fingers down his neck and started massaging his tensed shoulder and his back.

         “Another meeting with your dad?” you received a hum in response, “Then you must be tired?”

         “Mm-hmm.”

         “Frustrated?”

         “Mmm.”

         “Should I do something…….to take off the load?”

You could feel the smirk on his face without even seeing it, “You know just the thing to relieve me, don't you?”

Eren didn't give you a second to reply as he turned to you, grabbing your neck, and pulled you in an intense kiss. You were just as eager to meet his passion, shoving your tongue his mouth and exploring each and every corner. He pushed you against the glass door of the shower. His hand glided down your chest, brushing on your peaked nipples and down your hip.

         Giving a tap on your thigh, he whispered against your lips, “Jump.”

Your hands find themselves tangled in his soaked hair and he uses his arm to support you in the air. Eren broke the kiss, out of breath, smoke coming out of your mouth and mixing in the middle. You feel his tip poking your wet pussy. Eren glids his tip along your lips, teasing you. 

         “Just put it in.” You whined in a breathless tone.

Oh! How adorable you look, begging for his cock.

         “As you wish, baby.”

He forced his cock in one go, making you moan  as the back of your head hit the glass. His hips slammed against your inner tight in a burning rhythm. Eren placed kisses along your neck that you were sure ws gonna leave dark purple bruises before he took one of the hard buds in his mouth. Sucking and twirling it his tongue.

He dragged his dick out till it was just the tip inside and then thrusted it all back inside. Your clammy walls stretched with every push. You could feel it, the familiar knot in your stomach. Eren increased his pace, closing in. Your hand tightly fisted his hair as you let yourself fall apart in his warm embrace. Not seconds later he shot stings of hot cum in you, filling up your inside. Still inside’ he pulled in a kiss but this time it was soft, delicate and full of tender love. ・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

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[lolitastories]

Ringing

Bucky Barnes

Description: Y/N helps him out with the ringing. She distracts him with something she has been wanting to do for awhile.

I was currently in the kitchen preparing a drink for Bucky and I. It seems today was a hard day for him and it was becoming worse due to the ringing in his head. He tells me it was the effect of what Hydra did to him as the winter soldier. He would keep the radio, tv, or force himself to be in a crowd just so it would drown out the noise a bit. I look over from the kitchen island to the couch where he was sitting and notice his hands placed over his ears. His body slumped over with his eyes forced shut. I set the glass down and immediately rush over and kneel in front of him. He described it as a phantom sound. The transition to the winter soldier always peered in once in a while. The last time he had one of them, he told me it was 2 years ago but it was never this bad. I gently wrap my fingers around his wrist and he allows me to peel his hands away from his ear. His eyes are still shut and he slowly shakes his head. He had told me all about his time as the winter soldier, I could see his regret each day even if he seemed happier. When I met him he was afraid to come close to me and when he explained everything I knew why. As a school teacher I am around kids most of the time and it took him a while to come around the idea. We have been dating for almost 5 months and he has been nothing but respectful and a true gentleman. So it pained me to see him struggle, I had to do something. With still a grip on his wrist I move them to give me space to straddle him. Moving closer to him I could hear his unsteady breathing, even a light cast of sweat on his forehead. I didn’t say anything, I just hoped my actions would get him distracted from the ringing. I let go of his wrist and moved my hands up his waist to grab a fist full of his black shirt. My lips fell to the accessible space between his neck and I started to place some kisses. Soon those kisses turned into tasting him, sucking on the spot and once he groaned I knew it was of dislike. “Doll,” He whispered. He pushed his head back and kept his eyes closed. His hands gripped my hips and I involuntarily began to grind on his lap.

“I want to make you feel better” I whisper as I continue my movements and kisses. His throat moans as my kisses move lower. He pushes my hip forward with more force making me groan at the sudden friction.

“You don’t have to” He struggled to get out as his words were mixed with moans and unsteady breathing. In our relationship we had yet to be this intimate. I know he was holding back but I was tired of it. I was ready and I knew we both wanted it badly.

“I know.” I pull away just enough to see his face. “I want to.” He opens his eyes. His blues looked intensely at me. “I have been wanting you to fuck me for so long that looking at you this vulnerable gave me the right opportunity to take advantage of you” He closes his eyes but this time he lets out a chuckle. He knew I was teasing him but before he could change his mind I began to rock my hips again. “Will you allow me to take advantage of you?” He grips my hips once again.

“Honey, I will allow you to do anything to me.” He lifts up his head, crashing his lips onto mine. My hands ramage to grip onto his hair pulling him closer. It was so little but my whole body was burning up with his lips and our bodies grinding like two teenagers. I moaned into his mouth and he took the chance to slip his tongue in. Messy and sloppy was becoming our kisses as the lower part of my stomach was twisting in pleasure.

“Bucky,” I moans, pulling away. My head falls against his shoulder. His hands still gripping my hips pushes us with much force. “I need you” I groan sitting up. His eyes find mine once again and he nods.

“The ringing is gone,” He whispers. He grabs onto my bottom and stands up with me. My legs wrapped around his waist. “I can give you my full attention all night” A mischievous grin appears as he starts walking towards his bedroom.

“All night?” I choke out. It was only 5 in the afternoon right now.

“I know once I get a taste of you, I won’t be able to quit until I am satisfied,” Holy shit.

[wandixx]

Relationship reveal with side of mind-control (or, really, the other way around)

to that one anon who asked for relationship reveal M'gann/Danny one-shot, here is another take I mentioned

Trigger warnings: mind control ofc

M’gann just needed to get closer. It’ll be alright if she just got a little closer.

“Are you trying to kill us dude?”

Answer was apparently yes as Robin barely jumped out of the way of an ectoblast. M’gann knew true answer was no, she knew Phantom well enough, after long calm nights under starry sky and comfort after breakdowns in the closets and heart-to-heart over battlefields and kisses stolen in the quiet moments of in-between. But for some reason, now he was acting against everything he was and stood for. Red eyes were probably point towards an explanation.

“What even is your beef with us?!” Artemis yelled, shooting one of her special arrows at him.

Right, Team didn’t know Danny. She was going to introduce him soon, when the time was right, gods, she even convinced him to join the Team and was just waiting for Batman’s approval. And now Phantom got worst possible introduction.

M’gann just needed to get close enough to snap him out of it. She could of course just use her psychic powers from where she was but it was a nuclear option. It was better if she handled it the ‘normal way’.

For all he was great fighter, Phantom stood no chance against the whole Team, even when he was in his right mind. As it was, however had in their clutches didn’t know full extent of his abilities and were absolutely pathetic at using what they did know about. Though intangibility made it a bit tricky-

Oh, wait, Kaldur’s water attacks countered it, Danny plain and simple hadn’t had a shadow of the chance.

“Don’t knock him out” she demanded over the Mindlink, right when Kaldur scooped Danny out of the sky, pinning his hands so he couldn’t fight anymore and Conner jumped at the ghost, fuming with anger.

“Don’t lapidate this one M’gann, they are not a robot”

“Excuse me, what?!”

“It was one time Robin, one time. And I know he is not a robot, I can read his thoughts”

“I sooo need to hear this story”

“As you wish Artemis, as you wish”

“Could you all just shut up and focus?!”

“Thank you Superboy”

“So, what’s the plan?” Wally asked while pacing, trying to work off excess energy after battle finished too soon.

“Oh, I’m going to talk to him”

“They tried to burn our heads off, I kinda doubt you can talk them out of anything”

“He is mind-controlled. And he is my friend, I taught him how to fight it. He just needs a little help, it seems”

“Get to it then Miss Martian, he is trying to slip”

She nodded and kicked off to fly, stopping at Danny’s eye level, just slightly breaching his personal space.

“Hey Phantom,” she started softly “I need you so use what I taught you o-?”

“Shut up” Danny’s mouth spat in distinctly not-Danny way.

“I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to Phantom and if you don’t leave I’ll make sure he kicks you out or do it myself” she didn’t bother with niceties, she didn’t bother with putting an inflection in her voice.

Danny’s body snorted.

“I won with psychics stronger than you. I just also know Phantom well enough, he’d prefer to do it himself and he can do it. If you don’t leave now, you’ll learn how much worse is it to be kicked out instead of leaving peacefully”

Slowly, so painfully slowly she reached out to put hand on Danny’s cheek. Touch always helped ground him and there was a chance it would distract whoever controlled him at the moment. Red in his eyes dimmed for a second or five. She smiled gently “Yes, just like that Phantom, you’ve got it. Just how we trained, alright?”

She got a little closer but not enough to lose view of his eyes. She could tell whether he was back in control just by using his powers, even without breaching the boundaries Danny was comfortable with. But she simply wanted to see his whole face and for him to see her whole face, like he did during hours upon hours of their practice.

She could feel his muscles twitching between expressions, as his eyes changed colors like police lights if they were red-green instead of red-blue. M’gann kept steady stream of assurances, slowly brushing thumbs against his cheeks. If situation wasn’t so dire it would probably feel pretty nice. She’d need to bookmark this idea for later.

At last, the whole spectacle ended, with Danny’s eyes turning back to their soft green his face pressing into her hands like it was his only salvation. M’gann grinned enthusiastically barely containing relieved laugh.

“You did it Da- Phantom! You did it!” she yelled before giving him a quick kiss and engulfing him in the hug, despite the water still holding him in place, few feet above the ground “I knew you could do it” she whispered to his ear. Kaldur asked if it was safe to approach so she waved them forward. As soon as Atlantean freed Danny (also getting water out of her cloths, which was nice) she lowered them both to the ground.

Danny’s hands hesitantly reached to hug her back, squeezed like his life depended on it and then he started shaking apart in her arms. She slowly lead him to sit on the ground when it was clear he could hold his own weight at the moment.

“I’m sorry” he whispered, as if he struggled to even make a sound “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry”

M’gann ignored growing wet patch on her shoulder, clinging to him just as strongly as he did.

“You did so well. There is nothing to be sorry for, you did so well”

“I’m sorry I- You- I should’ve- I’m”

“She is right,” Kaldur stated calmly “You are not to blame for being mind-controlled, especially since you broke it at first give chance”

“But I- I attacked you”

“Comes with the job, really” Robin said with almost imperceptible strain in his voice characteristic to the hand stand.

“I could’ve hurt you”

“Ha! You wish,”Artemis snorted.

“I really don’t”

Everyone snickered lightheartedly and Danny relaxed at clear lack of hostility.

“What about a collateral damage?”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere there is no collateral to be damaged”

“This is not what collateral means on it’s own-”

“This is not the point. Phantom, are you looking for things we should hate you for?”

“I have hard time believing you don’t”

“Danny, I love you but you’re an idiot right now. I told you they won’t hate you”

“Superboy still looks like he considers which of my bones he should break first”

“Not yours but whoever’s mind-controlled you. He has a bit of a history with that”

“Exactly”

“Huh. And you could probably do it too if it’s a guy I think it is” Danny whispered with some sort of amazement in his voice “That’s relieving. I’d hat if you hated me. Miss Martian told me a lot about y’all”

“Can’t say the same about you, sorry”

“That’s fine, I asked for it. I’m Phantom, I’m from Amity Park and usually I fight other menaces who try to stir some shit and worry about collateral damage and not the other way around. Pleased to meet you, sorry it happened like this”

“So like… you’re a small town hero, right?”

“Now, that might be a bit over-”

“Definitely a hero,” M’gann interrupted “With personal arch nemesis, regular rogue gallery and all that”

“Miss Martian also called you her friend,” Kaldur said, clearly trying to learn how that happened without outright asking the question, but he would get anything but, judging by Danny’s sudden grin, that could be called sly if he still wasn’t clearly shaken by the whole mind-control ordeal.

“Oh c’mon M. That’s not what you called me last week when we made up in the broom closet”

She loved that boy but she should’ve let Conner knock him out when she still had a chance.

[spideyhexx]

a miscellaneous night with mr jack prescott

nsfw ish

“I’m not doing that,” Jack deadpans, hands on his hips, a permanent furrow in his brow as he watches you unbutton your blouse. 

“Why? Are you afraid?” 

He shoots you a look, tilting his head to the side once your bra is visible. When you notice it, he casts his gaze aside, rubbing to his jaw, “No, I am not afraid, but the lake is probably freezing and swimming naked is never-”

“All I’m hearing is you’re afraid, Jacky,” you toss your shirt at him and he catches it, dropping it to the blanket the two of you had been lounging on. Bringing you out to his Aunt’s home was something he was happy about doing, but in this moment, you’re sure he’s regretting trying to set up a late night romantic picnic. 

“I’m not afraid, I just know the lake. And this lake is gross.”

You roll your eyes, pushing your pants down and throwing them to the blanket. Getting naked was not your initial plan with this and you stick to it. For his sake. 

“It’s a lake, it’s like the pinnacle thing for stripping down and impulsively wading in,” you tell him as your feet hit the cold water. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of being right, you push on and keep your face neutral until the water is about chest level. 

“See? It’s perfectly fine and-” you cut yourself off with a screech as something in the water brushes your leg. Some sort of plant. 

Jack is trying his hardest not to smile and you muster your strength to try and splash water at him but it does not reach him. 

“Jack Basil Prescott if you don’t join me right now, I’ll���I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” His brow is raised and he looks amused. Too amused. His mouth is slanted up to one side and his arms, his beautiful arms crossed against his chest. 

“I’ll make your aunt dig up more pictures of you from college,” you say. Jack’s eyes widen only for a split second, but you know him enough by now to know you wiggled your way into a weak spot. 

“I’ll look at all the fucking pictures and take pictures of the pictures so they can live in my phone forever, Prescott,” you continue, jutting your chin as a display of control. Or dominance. You’re not sure, but Jack still looks so amused. You hate him. 

He clears his throat, his voice steady and unmoving, “I really thought you were going to say you wouldn’t go down on me the rest of this trip.” Jack says it so quietly you almost miss it. But you get distracted by him unbuckling his belt and adding it to the heap of your clothes, his hand moving to the button of his slacks next. 

Was he joking?

“Oh my god,” you yelp a little too loud and he pauses with his pants halfway down his thighs. 

“You made a joke!”

He scowls. Naturally. And gets his pants completely off, his light sweater following, “Don’t make me regret saying that,” he says, taking his socks off and begrudgingly walking his way to the water. 

“Jack. You haven’t even let me get close to doing that to you this whole trip. Have you been thinking about it?” 

He pushes more of his body under the water to get used to the coldness quicker, your thoughts momentarily distracted by the water dripping down his shoulders and chest as he finds your arm under the water. 

“Oh my god, you’ve been thinking about my mouth,” you mock a gasp, like you’re appalled and he pulls you into him until your back hits his chest. 

“Pervert,” you mumble and he kisses your cheek. He’s ignoring all of what you’ve said, but if what’s poking your ass is any indication, you have a feeling you’re right. You have half a mind to mention the victory of aroused Jack so quickly but you refrain when you feel his hands rub against your hips. 

“The sunset is pretty,” Jack mutters, his lips brushing the back of your ear as he turns you in the water to face the sun that’s dipping right below the small mountains beyond the lake. “That was the reason I brought you here.”

“And here we are. Enjoying the sunset,” you say and he sighs, the curve of his lips on your skin telling you he’s smiling. 

One of his hands rubs to your front, caressing your stomach under the water, “I used to jump off that dock with my cousins,” he says, nodding over to the dock closer to his aunt’s lakehouse. 

“Sounds wild for you.”

“Let me correct myself. I jumped off of it a total of two times. The first time I was seven years old and cried after,” Jack grins at the memory and at your laugh. 

“Oh no. And the second time?”

“Teenager. Had some more confidence in my jumping skills,” he mumbles, nuzzling his nose to your temple before kissing it. He leaves his lips there, his fingers tapping on your stomach, almost teasing near the waistband of your underwear. 

Now you’ll tease him. 

“If you think this lake is so gross, why do you seem  ready to fool around?” You say so quick, he moves his head back and to the side to get a better glimpse of your face. 

He realizes you’re joking and he pats your thigh, “I don’t like you.”

You bark out a laugh and his warmth leaves you as he wades backwards in the water, dunking his head and coming up. He smooths his hair back with his hand anf gives you a pointed look. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” he grumbles with a grin he’s trying to keep a hold of.

“Like what?” 

“Those…,” he gestures at you as he tries to find the words and your eyes drift beyond Jack when you see someone coming. He continues to speak, “what do you call them? Fuck me eyes?” 

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip to keep from laughing and Jack immediately makes a face of confusion. 

“I made dessert. Your favorite, Jacky, I’ll just…,” his Aunt trails off in a laugh as she shakes her head and starts walking back down the path to her house. 

Jack’s cheeks flush and remains completely silent. 

“Thank you! We’ll be there in a second!” You call out to her. Oh you’ll have fun messing with him with his aunt’s help later. And Jack will do what he always does. Pretends to despise it. But there’s always that slight gleam in his eye. A gleam that you swear he only let a small amount of people see. When you finally noticed it, that he let you in to see that gleam, it was as though anything else you could do felt light. At ease. And he’d still have that gleam. 

“Alright. C’mon dude, let’s go eat some fucking cookies,” you say and pat his shoulder as you move to shore and you can just barely hear him say, “dude?”

[dulcescorderitas]

𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓴

author's note: this is my last post for the day! i've been posting as much as my brain can handle. 😅

the nightclub swallowed you whole, its pulsing bass and chaotic lights disorienting and thrilling all at once. the air was thick with bodies and heat, but nothing compared to the magnetic pull of the man leaning against the bar.

clark kent.

but not the clark who used to smile so softly at you that your knees went weak. no, this clark—the one who vanished from your life for three months and left you to ache for him—was a shadow wearing his face. his black t-shirt clung to his chest, his broad shoulders cutting an imposing figure in the neon haze. his glowing red eyes pinned you in place as soon as you caught sight of him.

you swallowed hard, nerves twisting in your stomach. before you could decide whether to approach him or bolt, he smirked. that smirk. arrogant. sharp. like he’d been waiting for you to make your move.

“well, look who decided to show up.” his voice cut through the noise as he appeared in front of you, faster than you could blink. the heat of his body was suffocating, his presence overwhelming. “miss me, baby?”

“clark—”

“don’t.” his hand shot out, gripping your chin between his fingers, tilting your face up to his. his thumb brushed over your trembling lower lip, his smirk widening as his eyes roamed over you, predatory and unhurried. “i’ve seen that look before. you’re dying to know where i’ve been, aren’t you?”

“yes,” you admitted, your voice a whisper, your heart pounding in your chest. his grip tightened just slightly, enough to make you gasp.

“three months without me, and you still can’t stay away,” he said, his tone dripping with mockery. “it’s cute. pathetic, but cute.”

before you could snap back, his mouth crashed onto yours. it wasn’t a kiss—it was a claim. his lips moved against yours with an arrogant, practiced ease, his teeth catching your bottom lip and tugging hard enough to sting.

“open up,” he growled against your mouth, his tone daring you to defy him.

your lips parted instinctively, and he took full advantage. his tongue thrust into your mouth, tasting you, owning you, his spit mixing with yours in a messy, dominating kiss. he kissed you like he wanted to ruin you, and you could do nothing but let him.

“god, i forgot how fucking good you taste,” he muttered when he pulled back just slightly, his breath hot against your swollen lips. he smirked at the dazed look on your face, licking his own lips as if savoring the moment. “bet you’ve been dreaming about this, huh? all those lonely nights, wishing i’d come back and do this.”

his hand slid down to grab your ass, his grip firm and unapologetic as he pulled you against him. the hard line of his arousal pressed into your stomach, and you bit back a whimper. he chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through your body.

“yeah, you missed me,” he said, his voice full of smug satisfaction. his other hand trailed up your side, his fingers brushing just under the curve of your breast. “you’ve been desperate for me to touch you again. admit it.”

“i—”

“don’t lie,” he interrupted, his lips grazing your jaw before his teeth scraped against your neck, making you shiver. “your body’s already telling me everything i need to know.”

he kissed you again, rougher this time, his tongue sliding against yours with an intensity that left you breathless. spit slicked your lips, the taste of him intoxicating and overwhelming. his grip on your ass tightened, pulling you closer, his other hand grabbing your jaw to keep you exactly where he wanted you.

“mine,” he murmured against your mouth, his voice low and possessive. “you’ve always been mine.”

and god help you, you didn’t want it any other way

[sensualdominance]

Did I ever tell you about the time I discovered I was into femdom? Like, actually into it, more than just those little fantasies I had in my head sometimes?

I'm at a friend's place, and we're playing a drinking game, just me and him. We've known each other for maybe around 5 years at this point, but this is the first time we're both single at the same time.

One question and task after another, and then, he's asking about my kinks. I definitely do not get nervous and try to hide it by making him say what he thinks I'm into.

He comes closer to me. We've made out before, but always as a dare from the drinking game. This time, there's no dare.

He kisses me, and we start making out. It gets heated fast, and our hands trail feverishly across each other's bodies. I feel like all my barriers are down.

I won't lie, he doesn't get it right at first try. I can't fault him for that, all he knew about my preferences at the time was that I liked girls, too. But honestly, though I do really like girls, I also have a stronger preference.

A preference for submissive men, men who'll kneel at my feet and look at me like I'm the world to them, men who'll love it as I tease them, men who'll moan as I fuck them.

When he finally says those words, "Or are you the one who wants to fuck me?" I remember a sensation of almost like something being poured over my head. Yes, yes, that is exactly what I want, and I slide my hand to his throat to grip at it, lifting my head from kissing it to nod.

He chuckles and says "Then fuck me, miss" (I teach him to call me mommy later, I'm currently otherwise occupied) and I slide my fingers to his lips, into his mouth, down his throat, to discover he has no gag reflex...

Fast forward 2 years, and we are now happily in an open switchy relationship, which, by the way, has been open the whole time we've been together! I know some might find that odd, but we love and trust each other enough in a way it works for us.

[hollywoodroses]

We need freaky ass duff, like disgustingly freaky, not like shit kink, but yk what I mean, make it pounding into when he’s sweaty and using a lots of toys and idk just freaky shit THANK YOU!!!!! YOUR WRITING IS FUCKING AMAZING

OMFG, Thank you so much! I’m glad people like my dirty mind and writing style. 😘

peep show (a requested duff mckagan story)

While visiting the red-light district in amsterdam, duff gets dragged into a wild x-rated experience.

warnings: very heavy smut including: exhibitionism, voyeurism, use of toys, pain!kink pet!play, choking!kink, mommy!kink. reader just gets off on duff’s sexy body. language including sexual language. heavy fem!slash, mild drug use and drug hallucination.

a/n: hi anon, I tried to make this one as dirty as possible. I hope you like it, I’m nervous for this one. 🥺

mdni

Summer 1988 - Amsterdam (10pm local time)

It was the middle of Guns N’ Roses appetite for destruction tour in Europe. The band was taking a few days off and checking out the night-life. Duff was currently in a cafe, having lost track of his bandmates. He was offered a pill to take with his coffee, too curious for his own good he took the pill without asking any questions. It only took a few minutes for the medicine to do its magic and suddenly Duff was on an LSD trip. He saw a powerful light which caused him to leave the cafe in order to get rid of the uneasy feeling. Not realizing where he was going, he ended up in the infamous red-light district.

Duff was in shock as he saw half dressed men and women walking very openly in the streets, literally dragging people into the pornographic shows. He came up to an open window which showed every sex act known to human nature. He got up close as he watched two naked women swap spit with each other, a chill going down his spine.

One of the women noticed him and kissed him through the window egging him on to join her. Duff was curious but curiosity killed the cat as he joined her in the fun.

Meanwhile, you were watching Duff from the open door of the sex-house wondering why the small little lost kitten was being a bad boy. You are naked with a clear shall wrapped around your oily body. You walk towards the two women who are playing with your pet. You grab a collar and a leash that was on a table and once you get close enough to Duff, you step outside from an opening on the side of the window.

You lightly put your hand on Duff’s chest which started to feel wet from his sweat after taking the pill. Taking his shirt in your hands, you grab it and rip it open hearing him moan for you. You whisper dirty words in his ear which causes him to lay his head on your shoulder, a perfect way to give your kitten the collar he deserves.

When Duff feels the collar around his neck his eyes go wide in shock. You push him to his knees and proceed to walk him like an obedient pet. Duff walks on his hands and knees, whimpering from pain. He feels his cum drip out of his dick seeming to be turned on by the whole experience. He couldn’t wait to rail you until you are screaming in ecstasy.

You walk him into the building and sit on a chair, encouraging Duff to sit in your lap. He grinds into your pussy and you moan while closing your eyes. You want to feel him close to you but you get sidetracked when he licks your lips, you can’t help but moan at the whole situation. You start to heavily make-out with him, your eyes are in shock as he begins to suck on your tongue. Feeling yourself get hot, you push him down on the floor in front of you. He slowly starts to lick your pussy feeling you dripping for him makes him even more excited.

You can’t help but blush, he keeps licking and sucking your pussy that you shout as you squirt in his face. Some of the liquid ending up in his mouth, you praise him at how well he behaved. You pull Duff into your arms and kiss him, sticking your tongue down his throat. Feeling your nipples go hard, Duff starts to suck on your chest while dry humping you. You watch as sweat starts to drip on his body. You can’t help but lick his sweet water, a moan getting lost in your throat.

Your hand finds a vibrator as you kiss Duff passionately, rubbing it on his dick as the other half rubs your pussy. You can feel Duff straining to speak, you hear him moan “mommy” like a religious mantra as the vibrator slips from your wetness and falls to the ground.

“That’s right baby, keep going. I know you want me.” You reply with lust in your eyes.

You smile as you literally feel like you own him.

Duff sees a toy dick on the table next to you, as you can’t help but rub against his body while feeling like a whore. He smiles wickedly as he takes it in his hands and starts fucking you with it. Loving hearing you moan like a porn star made him even more wild for you. He drops the toy and lets go of you to undress himself, sitting back in your lap. He begins to rail you until your a screaming mess. Duff laughs as he lightly puts his hand around your neck to get a rise out of you. To his surprise, you roll your eyes back and lean your head over the chair, moaning. Your voice gets the attention of the two women from earlier, one of the women smiles as she was the one that got you to join the sex house. She’s so proud of you, she walks up behind your chair where you are leaned back as kisses you while your head is upside down. Covering Duff’s hand around your neck with her own. When she takes your tongue in her mouth you orgasm so hard you see stars.

You kiss Duff with so much passion you feel a pain in your heart that you have to let him go. After Duff gets dress, you kiss him one last time, sneaking a note in his pocket as he leaves the wild world behind.

the end