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✶ : PRIZED POSSESSION
CORIOLANUS SNOW x F!READER nsfw (18+ / MDNI), smut, piv, cannibalism metaphors
Coriolanus sunk his teeth into everything that was his.
And you were his prized possession, but you were difficult to tame.
You considered yourself independent; Coriolanus considered you stubborn. He had to stop himself from scoffing when you insisted you didn't need him at every waking moment. You hated how he didn't give you any space. You hated how he breathed down your neck.
What a bunch of nonsense.
He deserved to know where you were at every waking moment. Who you spoke to, hung out with. You were his, were you not? That was his right. Why would you ever need to be alone? Unless you were hiding something from him. Another man—or woman—perhaps?
But Coriolanus learned to ignore his paranoid thoughts. It would get him nowhere. He knew he couldn't force it upon you. You would retaliate, stray further from his clutches. He needed to be patient. He needed to help you understand. He needed to spoon-feed you little by little until it finally stuck.
And slowly but surely, you understood. Coriolanus knew you would eventually, his sweet girl.
His stupid, sweet girl.
It made it all the easier for him to lull you under his control. You offered your heart to him on a silver platter, asking him to lock it away in the pit of his belly where it would be safe. And he consumed that heart of yours gladly, greedily. That independence you so desperately craved no longer fulfilled you like he did. He was the only one you could trust. The only person you could confide in. You refused to leave his side like an obedient little pet. You were a part of him. You were born to be his.
And who were you to question the intentions of your loving, doting Coryo?
Now you had nowhere to run—nowhere to hide.
But you didn’t seem to mind that sentiment. No, especially not when Coriolanus had his cock buried deep inside of you.
For someone so sweet, you were filthy. But he liked it. In moments like these, you were truly his. You were vulnerable. Docile. He loved how easy you were when lust coursed through your veins. He loved it when your mind was lost in a hazy blizzard, barely able to think straight. And there you were, naked and pinned to his mattress, taking him like the good girl he taught you to be. His touch was rough, fingers digging into your flesh. He held you tightly, roughly, hard enough to leave bruises because he loved you.
Coriolanus loved you, didn’t he?
"Your pussy's so fucking wet," Coriolanus taunted, breath hot against your ear. He felt you shiver, heard you whine, and he laughed, mean and dirty. "My sweet girl—fuck, she's crying for me."
You called out his name. A meek whimper. An unutterable prayer. He grinned at the sound of it. “Oh, poor thing,” he cooed, pecking your lips. “Can’t handle too much teasing, huh? S’okay, you’re doing so good.”
He believed he did—love you, that was. Coriolanus felt like a starved man around you. He wanted to split you open, pry his fingers through your flesh and bones, and devour you whole. The feeling was unexplainable, all-consuming. That had to be love.
It must be.
He stared into your eyes, those helpless, glassy eyes as you clung to him. What a sweet little thing you were. Your nails dug into his back, adorning his scarred skin with red lines and crescent indents, but he didn’t mind. Or, more accurately, he didn’t notice. Coriolanus was too busy admiring how your face crumbled with ecstasy every time his hips snapped forward to meet yours. The way your brows knitted together and your mouth hung open when he hit the right spot.
You were so beautiful like this.
Mine.
And every thrust made you hold him closer, not wanting him far.
Mine.
You were completely his like this.
Mine.
“You’re mine, yeah?” Coriolanus whispered, his pupils blown wide. You nodded, but that wasn't enough for him. “Tell me you’re mine. C’mon, wanna hear you say it. Wanna hear your pretty voice.”
He hated how needy he sounded, but how could he not when your walls fluttered around his cock so deliciously.
“I’m yours,” you gasped wetly, voice weak and trembling. He tutted and gripped your chin, a signal you knew very well meant he wasn’t pleased. “I’m yours, Coryo,” you said with more conviction. “Only need you, no one else.”
He groaned, his hands moving to the back of your head. “You mean that?”
“Always.”
And, like the starved man he was, Coriolanus dipped his head down and sunk his teeth in you.
author's note: "alexa how do you write smut?" use cannibalism metaphors!
anyway, happy new year everybody!! decided to start off 2024 with... whatever this is! coryo is a sick man. HE'S DISGUSTING! i need him, actually.
#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus x reader#coriolanus x you#coriolanus snow imagine#coriolanus snow smut#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#tbosas#the hunger games#thg#smut is NOT my forte#i repeat: smut is NOT my forte#✶ — sunnie writes thg!#✶ — coriolanus snow
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also, i feel like i'm always apologizing for how long it takes for me to update legacies, but this time around is so silly bc,,, this chaptie is supposed or be a porn with plot sort of thing but im,,, so v bad at writing smut </3
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Imagine, sex with Jason and he's loud. And I mean loud loud. He's whining, whimpering, and doing literally everything just get you to do more to him, whatever you want just do more to him
THIS ‼️‼️
adding a cut bc i am an absolute fiend for one (1) jason todd (:<
it gets so much worse when he’s underneath you too. like, one hand on your hip with his other arm thrown over his eyes because it’s just too much for him to handle. cheeks all flushed and mouth left agape while he pants and whines and begs and pleads, occasionally dropping in praise after praise because he’s obsessed with how your hips stutter.
and because i’m a switch jason todd truther (!!!!), imagine how flustered he would get when you lean over him and pin his hands above his head? he’s more than capable of breaking free (have you seen his arms, oh my god) but he stays put because he just wants to be good for you ):
“c’mon, jay, tell me what you want. you can do that, can’t you?”
he’d look up at you with hazy eyes and a pleasure-struck expression, gasping when you rolled your hips just right. it’s taking every ounce of willpower he has to not buck his hips up into your addictive heat. surely you recognize that. you can see how good he’s being for you, right? won’t you relent a little?
“ah, fuck,” he gives a full-bodied shudder when you giggle at him, “anything, i want anything. please, angel, just use me-”
#i’m promptly going back to my hidey-hole until further notice#if you see this. no you don’t#why can’t he be rEAL#*rattling the bars of my cage*#GIVE HIM TO ME#anyways.#can you tell dom!reader isn’t really my forte#be gentle. please.#. . . katy’s ramblings 🪐#. . . jason todd 💭#. . . dc 💭#jason todd x reader smut#jason todd x reader#jason todd smut#jason todd#. . . my fics 💌#. . . asks 🐚
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ok so hear me out. rafe and weird!girl get into an argument and rafe calls her weird or says something about her being normal for once and my girl gets all upset as she should.
Nonnie, are you in my walls? I’m very much having a day like this. This is heavily based on the day I had today and writing it made me feel sm better. Slight angst. Fluff. 1.8K words. NO MINORS!! (Note: weird!girl is autistic coded bc I am autistic)
You were extremely overwhelmed. It feels like every single thing is out to get you today. Before you and Rafe left to go on your first grocery shopping trip since you moved in together you got into a bit of a disagreement over the list. You are extremely picky. You have set safe foods that you like to stick to and you don’t like to stray from them. But Rafe on the other hand would eat almost anything. He couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that you wanted to live off of freezer waffles and chicken nuggets when he hired a professional chef for the two of you.
“Baby, why would I buy you the cheap freezer shit when I can have it made from scratch all fancy n shit?” It wasn’t about the price, you know that. It was just that Rafe wanted you to have the best of everything he could possibly give you and sometimes you just wanted the simpler things. Something that he’s still trying to understand.
“It’s just… I don’t want that. I want the ones from the store. That I always get. The ones I like.” Your lips were formed into a pout as you looked down at your lap and played with the rings on your fingers.
“Aight, Bats, if that’s what you want.” He shrugged and kissed your forehead before leaving you to finish getting ready. It was what you wanted. But you could tell it wasn’t what he wanted so you felt bad. You didn't want to be an inconvenience.
So after that you got in your head that you were too much for him. You spent the entire card ride to the grocery store thinking about how a normal girl wouldn’t want specific foods. A normal girl would be more than happy to have a personal chef make them anything and everything they wanted. A normal girl would be able to go to those fancy restaurants Rafe likes because she’d actually like anything on the menu. He tried to take you once and you spent the entire meal picking at your plate of chicken and veggies, so he never tried again settling to go places that had things you actually liked.
Then at the store you were so in your head that if you hadn’t made a list you probably wouldn’t have gotten a single thing you wanted. You couldn’t stop feeling like you were a burden to him because you needed him to buy you an entirely different grocery list from his own. You kept trying to put things back. Or tell him you didn’t need things that you did, in fact, need. You could tell Rafe was getting frustrated with you and it only made you want to shut down even more.
It didn’t help that the grocery store was easily one of your least favorite places. The lighting was awful. There were always so many people everywhere not looking where they’re going. The freezer section was always so cold that you spent that entire section of the shopping trip practically shaking. It was so goddamn loud. People talking. Kids crying. The squeaking of the old grocery cart wheels. So going there when you were already feeling overwhelmed was a recipe for disaster.
You fully lost it when you were checking out. The cart was extremely disorganized because you were too checked out to keep it in order the entire trip. The store you were at had it so you bagged your own groceries so the fact that the cart was a complete disaster made bagging them incredibly difficult. You were struggling to keep up with the cashier and also bag the groceries efficiently. He kept pushing the conveyor belt button, rolling the groceries that you haven’t bagged yet to pile up on top of each other at the end of it. The cart was full of bags and you weren’t even half done so you had to run and grab another one, only letting the pile grow further.
Rafe bought a case of beer and it the midst of you trying to frantically bag everything in a timely manner the cashier also asked you for your I.D. Which only frustrates you more. You don’t even drink beer. And it made you have to pause bagging again to dig in your purse. The cashier kept looking from the card to you and back again, like he thought it was fake.
“I know I look nothing like that, that was 7 years ago.” You didn’t mean to sound snippy, but you were pretty much at your limit.
“Baby, it’s fine, he’s just lookin’ for the date.” Rafe shot you a look and it only pissed you off more.
“Well he’s looking at it like it’s fake or some shit!” You scoffed as you slammed a full bag into the cart. Which only earned you another look from Rafe.
On the way home he hardly talked to you, instead he decided to blast trap music when you were clearly already overstimulated so you decided to put your headphones on and drown him out.
“Bats, the fuck is going on with you today, huh?” Rafe is towering over you the minute you enter the kitchen, backing you up against the counter.
“I just don’t like the grocery store. And you made me feel bad about the food. And everything was just so loud in there. And I felt like you hardly talked to me the entire time. I’ve felt like an inconvenience to you all day!” You snap at him as you stomp your foot in frustration, glaring up at him.
“All we did was go to the fuckin’ store. You’re seriously that worked up over it?” Rafe scoffs, running a hand through his hair.
“Yes! I am! The grocery store is extremely stressful for me and you’re not being considerate of that!!”
“That’s ridiculous, people go to the grocery store every day. It’s not a big deal. I don’t know why you can’t just be fuckin’ normal sometimes.” Rafe throws his hands up, letting them fall against his thighs with a smack. The minute the words leave his mouth your bottom lip starts to quiver as tears brim your eyes. And he knows he fucked up. Immediately he knows he fucked up.
“You know what? Why don’t you go find a normal girlfriend then!?” You push against his chest, running past him to your shared bedroom. You slam the door behind you, sliding down it as the tears in your eyes begin to spill down your cheeks. You knew it.
“Baby…” Rafe’s voice travels through the thick wood as he lightly taps on it. “ I’m sorry… that was- I shouldn’t have- Bats, can you open the door, please?”
“No. Go away.” You whimper as you curl further into yourself against the door.
“Baby girl, please? Just wanna talk. Lemme see you.” He turns the knob, pushing on the door lightly causing you to shift forward slightly. “C’mon, get away from the door, let me in.”
“Why don’t you go find a normal girl to talk to.” You snap at him before trying to push back against the wood but he’s so much stronger than you that it doesn’t even budge. Rafe shoves his foot into the crack of the door, pushing it until he can slip through. It slams shut behind him from your weight, causing you to yelp. He drops to his knees in front of you, taking your face in his hands. “Baby, look at me.”
“No.” You shake your head, subconsciously nuzzling into his touch. Your lips are quivering so bad your teeth are chattering as tears flow down your cheeks and Rafe kind of wants to kick his own ass.
“Listen I- I shouldn’t have said that, okay? I didn’t - fuck baby, I didn’t mean that shit. I was just frustrated. Doesn’t make it okay though, never wanna make my girl cry.” Rafe runs his thumbs down the apples of your cheeks, wiping away the salty tears that continue to fall. “I think I’ve gotten pretty damn good about knowing how you work. But with us living together now there's gonna be new shit that I’m gonna have to pick up on. I’m so sorry princess.”
“I just - I - just wanna be enough for you. Don’t wanna be a burden.” Your body tries to curl in on itself even more but Rafe doesn’t let it, he grips onto your hips and pulls you into his lap. He wraps his strong arms around you as he starts to rock you back and forth.
“Want you to listen to me baby, aight?” He takes your jaw in his hand, tilting your head towards his to get you to look at him. When you do it nearly cracks his heart. He hates that he made you feel like everyone else always has. “I never should’ve fucking said that shit. I didn’t mean it. Not even a little bit. I wouldn’t change a single thing about you, okay? I fuckin’ love you and all your weird little shit. Your weird little shit just makes me love you more. I’ve never known anyone like you. You’ve taught me so much. I guess I’ve just still got some shit to learn. But I’m trying, Bats. I’ll never stop trying.”
“You really mean it?” You sniffle as you look up at him through your teary eyes and Rafe has never felt more bad than he does at this moment. If he saw anybody else making you cry like this they would be so fucked and here he is, doing it.
“Of course I fuckin’ mean that shit, baby girl. I’m sorry for losing my patience with you today. I never, ever, wanna hurt you. Never wanna make you feel like all these other douchebags on the island do. Kind of want to run them all over, including myself right now.” Rafe lets out a dry chuckle when he sees the corner of your lips tilt up slightly. His large hand runs down the back of your head, smoothing down your hair as he continues to rock the both of you. “You know I love you more than anything, right?”
“It’s okay, Rafey. I know I can be too much sometimes. But I do know that you love me.” And you do. Especially right now. Rafe never opens up to you like this. And you kind of want to blow him right now.
“Hey, you aren’t too much, aight? Don’t ever let anyone make you feel that way. Including me, put my ass in check baby. God knows I need it.” He smiles down at you before leaning to place a gentle kiss on your lips. “Want me to put some nuggets in the air fryer for you and we can watch that movie you’ve been trying to get me to watch?”
“Mhm, that sounds perfect daddy.”
All things Rafe & his weird!girl here
#weird!girl reader#Dolly writes#requests#rafe Cameron#rafe cameron x reader#rafe obx#rafe x reader#rafe x you#rafe fluff#rafe concepts#rafe cameron concepts#I’m always very nervous posting these things#bc smut is my forte#also it feels more raw n personal idk#but I hope u like it nonnie 🖤
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"Countdown to Stealing Your Heart" Collection Event
Liam ECB Card Story
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Liam: Thank you all for coming to our theatre tonight too.
Liam: Have a wonderful new year, everyone!
December 31st. The heartwarming performance by The Scala for families and couples spending the end of the year together was a great success.
…
I met up with Liam in the theatre’s hall after he was done cleaning up.
Kate: Good work, Liam!
Liam: Thanks for coming, Kate! How was the play?
Kate: It was so touching… I teared up at the end. I especially liked the scene where they huddled together in the snow—
Liam gazed at me tenderly with his eyes the colour of roses as I told him every little detail about the strong impressions the play left on me, while also sharing little anecdotes like “the tempo was important there…” and “did you notice the ad-lib?”.
(... This time is such a luxury.)
Up till now. I've always been watching plays alone as a hobby, and although I never found it to be unsatisfying…
Now, I enjoyed chatting about something I like with the person I love.
Kate: … Sorry, I was rambling. Shall we continue this conversation when we get home?
Liam: Sure. But before that… can I please get a reward for my hard work?
With fluid movements like a cat, Liam brought his face closer to mine.
Kate: C-can we also leave that for when we get home…?
Liam: No can do. I lose my self-control when I see you, Kate.
Liam: We can do it before someone comes… come on, quick—
My gaze was drawn to his lips as he pleaded for his reward.
Wanting to give him his reward and touch him, I took a step closer to him. Just then—
Tom: Liam! Kate, you're here too!
Kate: T-Tom…!
I quickly jumped back and put some distance between Liam and I when Tom, the director of The Scala, came in.
Tom: … Oops, am I disturbing something?
Kate: No, um… is something the matter?
Tom: The troupe is having a get-together after this to celebrate the end of the year and the new year.
Tom: Why don’t you two join us too?
Kate: Would it be alright if I join even though I’m not part of the troupe…?
Tom: You’re part of the reason why Liam’s acting is improving, you know?
Tom: How should I put this? Hmm… not only is his acting improving, Liam’s personality has also been shining through his roles.
Tom: Anyway, you played a prominent role in it! Right, Liam?
Liam: … Of course. Don’t say you’re not part of us, Kate.
Kate: Alright… thank you.
Since it was coming from the person who made Liam an actor, it must be true that Liam’s acting has changed.
(If I had such a positive impact on Liam… nothing would make me happier.)
…
We went to a tavern we had been to before with the troupe members of The Scala.
Tom: Next year, we’ll make The Scale the best theatre in all of England— no, in the entire WORLD!
Tom, who had a low alcohol tolerance, made a bold declaration before downing his drink in one shot.
I was sure that was the Bomb Shot, rumoured to be incredibly strong yet awful tasting.
Tom: Ugh… eurgh… I feel sick.
Kate: A-are you alright, Tom? You should go outside for some fresh air—
The same time I expressed my concern for Tom, Liam leaned over on my shoulder.
Kate: Liam…?
Liam: Kate… I feel sick too…
Kate: What.
Liam’s face was pale and clammy, his breathing was laboured too.
He seemed fine just a while ago, but he felt unwell all of a sudden.
Liam: I think going outside will make me feel better… will you come with me?
Kate: Alright. Here, I’ll support you.
Leaving Tom to a sober troupe member, I lent Liam my shoulder for support.
…
Kate: There we go… you can sit over there and rest, Liam.
I spotted a bench right outside the tavern and tried guiding Liam towards it.
Liam: … Nah. I don’t need to.
Kate: Huh? — Kyaa!
Suddenly, Liam slid an arm under my knees and lifted me in a princess carry.
Liam effortlessly ran through the streets at night with me in his arms and leapt up onto a rooftop.
Liam: This should be the spot… I think we can get a good view of the new year’s fireworks from here.
Liam gently let me down onto the roof while tightly holding my hand in case I slipped.
Kate: Um… Liam, are you okay? You said that you felt sick…
Liam: … Sorry, that was a lie. I just wanted to have alone time with you as soon as possible, so I whisked you away like that.
Kate: That was an act? As expected of you, Liam. Your great acting had be compl fooled.
Liam: … You’re not mad at me for lying?
Kate: I was worried, but… I’m relieved that you’re not unwell.
Kate: Besides, I was also thinking that I wanted to be alone with you, so don’t worry about it.
Liam wore a troubled look on his face when I told him that he didn't have to feel guilty about what he did.
This time, it wasn’t an act; it was Liam’s real facial expression.
Liam: … … I’m really such a weakling, I can’t keep my cool.
Liam: Tom interrupting when I was about to kiss you, you trying to take care of Tom… I hated all of it.
Liam: It’s not that I’m suspecting you of having something with Tom.
Liam: Even if it were someone else, I’d still hate it…
Liam: That’s why I lied, made you worry about me, and tried getting your attention… it’s pathetic. I’m childish, aren’t I?
Kate: Liam…
I was about to speak when I heard a loud boom. I looked up to see fireworks lighting up the night sky.
Liam: This year’s fireworks start before the countdown.
Liam: There’s still about 30 minutes before we step into the new year…
Liam: I wish I could be reborn as a stronger and kinder person with every new year.
Liam: But, since that’s not possible… I have to try my best as I am.
Liam didn't want to erase the existence of his weak self or pretend to be someone who’s strong.
He said that he would continue living as himself and rely on his own strength to change.
Liam: Therefore, Kate…
Liam: From the seat closest to me that anyone else's, watch me change and grow.
I could sense his nervousness from the way his grip tightened around my hand.
Kate: … I was already intending to do that without you asking.
I was drawn to Liam who resembled Betelgeuse shining brightly in the night sky.
We’ve gotten so close that I didn't mind burning out together with him at the end of our lives.
Kate: I won’t ever take my eyes off you, Liam. So keep yours on me too.
I gazed up at Liam from up close, as though not wanting to let a single change in Liam escape my sight.
I reached my free hand to Liam’s cheek.
Standing slightly on my tiptoes, I placed a soft kiss on his lips.
In the end, we returned to our room without waiting for the new year countdown.
Not even sparing any time to bathe, we tumbled straight into bed.
We took off each other’s clothes and started making love without saying much.
Liam: Nn, haa…
We exchanged countless heated kisses as though to warm ourselves from the cold and Liam slowly pushed himself into me.
Liam: It’s our long-awaited first new year together, and yet… we’re doing what we always do.
Kate: I like doing it with you, so… as always, I’m fine with it.
Liam: Fufu, you’re really good at indulging me, Kate…
Liam: Then let’s fill ourselves with as much pleasure as we can.
Our fingers intertwined, and our bodies came together as we expressed our overflowing feelings of love for each other.
Liam: Mm… it’s already 11:59pm.
Liam looked up from dropping kisses on my chest and checked the time.
Liam: I want to spend new year’s eve kissing you… can I?
I smiled. Instead of using my words to respond, I wrapped my arms around Liam’s back and initiated the kiss.
Liam: Nn… haa…
Liam’s hot tongue parted my lips and danced in my mouth.
Liam: Nn… I’ll start moving…
Liam picked up his rhythm again, rocking his hips and slamming into me.
Kate: Haa… ah… ahhh…!
I reflexively tried to move away due to the overwhelming pleasure, but Liam stopped me by grabbing my hips.
Liam: Fufu… no running away.
Kate: Nngh—aah…!
Liam pinned me down and continued rearranging my guts.
Liam: Let me see more… your erotic cries and facial expressions… I want to know all of it.
Liam’s groans were husky and sweet, a side of him he would never show on stage. He was my Liam.
It was so endearing it made me want to fulfil every one of his requests, no matter how lewd.
I gave him an accepting smile and he thrust into me, holding my hips.
Kate: Nn, aaah…!
The pleasure was so great that I nearly lost consciousness for a moment.
Cheers from people celebrating the new year and fireworks going off could be heard outside the window.
Liam: Ahha… Kate, did you cum the moment we entered the new year…? That’s so sexy.
Liam kissed away the tears that had formed in the corners of my eyes.
Liam: Since we couldn’t do a countdown… shall we do a “count up” this time?
Kate: …? What’s that?
Liam: I want to know how many times I can cum, so…
Liam: Will you count together with me and help satisfy my curiosity?
Liam: Here goes… one… two…
Kate: Nn… w-wait, Liam…!
Afraid of overstimulating my sensitive body after having just reached my climax, I clung to Liam’s arms to stop him from moving.
Liam: I’ll wait until you tell me “okay”.
Kate: …
It felt shameful to be the one initiating it by giving him the signal to start.
But, since I wanted to fulfil Liam’s wish—
“Okay”
I whispered the word and our lustful count up began.
#ikemen villains#ikemen series#cybird ikemen#cybird otome#ikevil translations#otome#ikevil collection event#liam evans#here's another reminder that translating smut isn't my forte because i'm not the most comfortable with it#posting this nearly a whole year late????
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꒰ OKKOTSU YUUTA X ITADORI YUUJI X READER ꒱
minors do not interact—i will block you! cw: threesome, anal, cunnilingus; reader has a vagina. note: brief okkoita fluff—but make it sexual (thank for rotting my mind @yutaleks❕)
None of you are going to last long.
It’s impossible, you think to yourself, as you ride Yuuji’s flushed face. Rolling your hips with fuzzy, heavy-lidded contentment, you watch Yuuta prep the younger man with three lithe fingers that glisten with lube and desire.
Bone-deep devotion licks its way up your spine and curls around your ribcage, prying open your chest and settling in your heart. Witnessing your partners love one another—and you, by extension—fills you with a giddy delirium more precious than gold. Ambling honey fills your lungs and makes each breath cloying.
Pleased with his work, Yuuta positions himself and teases Yuuji’s stretched hole with his cockhead. He eases inside with careful, measured strokes, cool digits rubbing soothing circles onto Yuuji’s freckled hips. Muffled whimpers and moans sound beneath you, resonating in your core to send quaking tremors through your limbs.
Just as you lose balance and begin to tip forward, Yuuta catches you in an embrace; your lips surge to meet his in a sloppy kiss with too much tongue. You share a breathless chuckle—forehead to forehead—when your teeth click together.
When your mouths finally part, Yuuta presses Yuuji’s knees to his shoulders, folding him in half. Yuuta fucks hard and deep, jet mane falling over his face. Caught up in his own euphoria, the man beneath you parts from your pussy to babble demandingly: “M-more, hard—harder, faste—”
“Yuuji.”
The endearment (reserved for only the tenderest moments) is clipped and authoritative; it holds little of Yuuta’s usual warmth and softness. His eyes are harsh, a rogue, unforgiving wave amidst a calm sea. It’s a pointed warning: finish what you started. And it’s effective. Yuuji swallows a whine and flushes mottled rose down to his collarbone, a picture of unfettered need.
You reach a hand back to tug at Yuuji’s dusty strands, grinding down on his face. You gasp his name as he suckles on your folds and plays with your entrance before returning to your clit. A pleased hum rumbles Yuuta’s pale chest.
“Good boy,” he praises while pushing his hair back. “Keep it up and I’ll fill your cute ass.”
(Yuuji’s hole flutters at the thought.)
Yuuta has always been the most composed of you three: polite, intelligent, kind, pragmatic. But there’s a vulnerability that you and Yuuji coax out of him; you encourage him to live in the moment, to abandon decorum and to lose himself in pleasure. And if his creased brow and ragged breath is anything to go by, he’s clinging to composure by a thread.
The air is stifling—heady and ripe with the heat of three intertwined bodies, each seeking their own end. Yuuta thrusts and Yuuji licks and you ride until it feels like your thighs are going to give out. When Yuuji finally slips a few fingers into your heat and suckles gently on your clit, you fall apart at the seams, arousal coating his hot, greedy tongue.
After wriggling free from Yuuji’s bruising hold, you climb off of his face and grasp his neglected cock. It’s heavy in your hand and mauve at the tip; when you tug his foreskin down, you’re rewarded with a fat pearl of pre. You lean down and hold his gaze through wet eyelashes as you press a wet kiss to his tip. Then, you settle beside him, whispering filth in his ear (loud enough for Yuuta to hear and nearly orgasm to).
Only moments after you begin stroking his shaft, Yuuji crests with a throaty cry. In the aftermath, he seeks the warmth of your lips. Yuuta enjoys the scene—his two lovers with tears shimmering on their cheeks, messily swapping spit—before spilling his seed. He fucks Yuuji through his high until his spend drips into a frothy pool on the sheets.
You relax into Yuuji’s side and smear kisses against his neck before resting your eyes. Movement on the bed causes you to stir; two men hover over your prone form, fisting their still-throbbing cocks.
“You didn’t think we were done—did you?”
#a little smut before i make my return to the dash…#i feel like i’ve been gone forever so i hope y’all are still interested in this#short but sweet ig????? or spicy. whatever#moresomes are not my forte so pls be kind!#yuuta <3#yuuji <3#yuuji x reader#yuuta x reader#jjk smut#okkoita#༄ kae writes
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awe like imagine steve cupping your face all soft while ur going down on him :) and his thumb just keeps swiping soft and tender over ur cheek and the corner of ur mouth :,) he’s being so gentle but you want him to be rougher so maybe u grab his wrists, fingernails biting into his flesh when u take him deeper, and then suddenly he's not holding u quite so much like you’re made of glass :) anyway
i’m not usually a girl who thirsts after giving head but fuck…. this version of it? might just do that MDNI this entire blog is 18+
“Fuck, baby,” Steve pants, his voice strained against the whine he fights down. It’s proving extra difficult every time he looks down. Between the warm wet heat of your mouth and the sight of you between his thighs, he’s a fucking goner.
Still, his hands are soft, one laced loosely in your hair. It doesn’t push. The other cups your cheek lightly, fingers twitching when your hollow your cheeks around his cock and suck hard. It’s sweet— but it’s not what you want.
“God, you’re perfect, your mouth is so fucking perfect,” He babbles, a low moan dragging out his chest when you bury more of him in your mouth. He’s heavy on your tongue and you adore watching the ripple of his tummy every time you bob up and down his cock.
Even then though, his hands stay sweet — his thumb moving down to brush across your stretched lips. He groans loudly, cock twitching in your mouth, eyes screwing shut. You peer up at him through your lashes, desperate to drink in all his reactions. How do you say this with no words?
Your hands shift, abandoning their mindless task of stroking along his thighs to grab his wrists. The motion has Steve freezing with a gasp— eyes flying open. Before there’s a moment to question, you tug them into your hair and push.
“Oh shit,” He whines pitifully, face twisting up in pleasure as you sink even further down on him. You release his wrists and gargle happily on his cock. His hands in your hair seem to act without him thinking, tightening and pulling you further. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”
You moan around him, all too happy with the way he’s filling your mouth. You can feel the head of his cock drooling onto your tongue. Steve groans loudly, hands finally pulling back— your head moving easily with them. His chest rises and falls quickly as he forces his eyes back open again, looking down at you. His cheeks are scarlet.
You’re still sucking, your tongue lolling over the sensitive head of his cock, and Steve shudders with a loud whimper. His hands in your hair tighten again.
“Fuck, I gotcha.” He murmurs as evenly as he can, guiding your head back down and setting the pace this time. “I know whatcha want, honey.”
You gaze up at him adoringly, hollowing your cheeks, and Steve moans brokenly, eyes flashing closed for a second — his hips bucking up into your mouth. Your gut burns with heat, hungry for his orgasm.
#ending fics tonite? not my forte#oh well!#this was way hotter than i thought it would be….#i don’t write giving head a lot cos idk the times i’ve done it ive been like meh#but wait the devotion…. kinda changes it#jay writes#steve harrington x reader#steve x reader#steve harrington#steve harrington smut#steve harrington x reader smut
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Giving Kafka Head
♡ NSFW, fem reader, oral->male receiving, face fucking, cum swallowing, mention of oral->fem receiving ♡
note: supposed to be doing a request right now, but the Kafka brainrot is too real so yeah lol
note 2: Sza was right when she said "I need a big boy" 😮💨
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It's quite obvious that Kafka gives the best head of any of your previous partners, especially when he's in his Kaiju form and uses his long tongue to explore every inch of your cunt. And he wouldn't hesitate to say that you give amazing head, he'd go as far as to say it's the best feeling he's ever felt in his life. The way your soft lips wrap around his girthy tip, tongue teasing it as you devour him whole. He's practically in heaven when he's in your mouth, and he's very vocal about it.
"F-fuck baby, just like that...your tongue feels so good, so fucking warm. Relax that pretty little throat for me, can you do that?"
His large hands cupped your face gently as he pushed further into your throat, slowly fucking your face. You had been at for less than an hour, yet you were an absolute mess. There were tear stains on your cheeks and a mix of drool and precum running down your chin from his fat dick stretching your mouth out. But you were determined to please him, speeding up your head bobs to match his thrusts and inadvertently gagging on his cock.
"Fuck, baby don't gag...just relax f'me and take it slow alright? Don't want you choking."
Despite his concern, he couldn't deny how sexy you looked, all needy and gagging on him. It made his dick twitch in the worst way and it didn't go unnoticed by you. He gripped your hair tightly as he felt you continue your fast movements, pulling your head slightly so he could look into your half-lidded, lust-filled eyes. You just looked so beautiful, so perfect for him. Who was he to deny what you were doing?
To deny the pleasure that you wanted to give him, the pleasure that only you could give him. He grunted softly, placing his rough hand on the back of your head and pushing your head as far down on his cock as possible, relishing in the way you gagged on him. His dick throbbed and twitched in your mouth as he came, shooting his warm load down your inviting throat and smirking when he felt you swallow.
He pulled out of your mouth, patting your head as you coughed and wiped your face with the back of your hand. His hand moved to your face, caressing it softly before tilting your chin up so he could look at you.
"You did so damn good f'me baby,"
His thumb swiped across your bottom lip, before slipping in your mouth and rubbing your soft, wet tongue.
"Think you can handle a little more?"
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#kaiju no. 8 smut#kafka hibino smut#kafka smut#kaiju no. 8 fanfic#I always feel so weird writing longer stuff because I get stuck or only have a singular part thought out 🙃 also dialogue isn't my forte...#anyways I love this man lol 🩷#gotta take a shower after writing shit like this fr 😭#kafka x reader
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❝He Loves me not❞ || Diluc x Reader
✧A/N: NOW THIS IS A HEAVY ONE BABES, I wanted to try something different since I mostly write lovey dovey or smutty stuff. This time I wanted to try making something more on the angsty side. Read the warnings first before proceeding !
Oh! Also, this is part of a Diluc Series I'm cooking up 👀, they are all one shots tho, none of them connect to one another. So expect more Diluc stuff from me !
✧Warning/s: Toxic Marriage, Cheating, Argument gone physical, Smut
✧Synopsis: In a modern AU wherein Diluc and you have an arranged marriage and though at first you don't have high hopes of this union, you still gave it a chance… oh how regretful you are for such a choice.
✧Word Count: 2.9k words
Minors kindly don't interact!
He was never yours to begin with. From the moment you saw the way he looked at her…you knew you had already lost.
It was your engagement party and you have invited all of your loved ones to celebrate. Both Diluc and you are currently busy attending and chatting with the guests. Everyone kept complimenting you on how much you're practically glowing that night, that it must be good karma considering how good your life has been going so far. And you couldn't agree more, everything seems so right…so perfect.
Despite how transactional your engagement with Diluc was, this man has somehow crept into your heart. He was quite intimidating at first yet somehow you knew there was a hint of softness in him. His face would hold indifference yet his touch was warm and gentle. And for that you do not regret saying yes to meeting him.
You excuse yourself from the group of guests and want to see your soon to be husband. You couldn't seem to find him from the sea of people..strange considering that his red hair always makes him stand out. By the corner you see Rosaria and Kaeya enjoying some drinks and snacks while they converse with one another. You approach them to ask Kaeya where his brother could be.
“Hey Kae, have you seen Diluc anywhere? I can't seem to find him?” Kaeya quirks his eyebrow and puts the wine glass down his lips. “I believe he went that way, by the garden. I saw him going there with Jean.” Jean? Who in Celestia was Jean? Probably one of his relatives you thought. You thanked Kaeya and exited the banquet hall.
The garden was a little wide but it was easy enough to find your way. You ended up a little deeper into the garden and started hearing faint voices, one of which you could recognize. You don't know why, but your gut feeling told you to keep your mouth shut and approach them quietly. As you approached nearer you peaked at the two people that were hiding behind some grass walls.
Your heart sank at the sight.
Diluc had one of his arms wrapped around the woman's waist and his other hand found itself on her cheek, tenderly caressing her. His eyes…it's as if he was worshiping the very ground she walked in. And the woman…Jean, looked back at him with the same affections as she smiled at him warmly.
You retreat back to hiding behind the grass walls, yet not leaving just yet. “You're here.” Diluc spoke gently, a hint of joy in his tone. Jean gave a gentle laugh. “Yes I am, in the flesh. and I intend to stay here a little longer.” Although you cannot see what they are doing, you are most definitely sure they just share a kiss after that. Your whole body starts to shake and your eyes are getting blurry from the tears that are threatening to fall down. In that moment you can't seem to speak nor move, you felt powerless, alone and…vulnerable.
You felt betrayed and yet did nothing about it…months later you were then wed.
…He didn't even call your name during the wedding night. You know damn well that as he was thrusting himself inside you and kissing you passionately on the lips it wasn't you on his mind…it was her. Those sweet pet names he was giving you? That's all for her. And still you pretended as if you knew nothing of his crimes. As you both reached your climax tears were falling down your eyes. But these weren't because of pure bliss, but it was due to your husband calling out another woman's name silently under his breath while still burried inside you.
“Oh Jean..”
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Fixing yourself in front of your vanity, you applied some gloss on your lips before giving it a pop to really apply the product evenly. You were almost completely dressed up for the party and were satisfied with how you looked in front of the mirror. You gave a satisfied nod to yourself before grabbing the clutch on your bed and heading to the door.
You grabbed your pair of black heels that were inside the shoe cabinet and bent a bit to wear them ,behind you you could hear footsteps. “And where do you think you're going at this time and hour?” You didn't have to turn around to know who spoke.
“Just going to a birthday celebration, remember my friend Yelan? It's her 29th birthday.” “And where is this party located exactly?” You finished buckling the straps on your heels and stood up properly. “Just at her home, we wanted some space for ourselves and she's going to bring out her best alcohol.” You answered every question he had, but your tone sounded as if you didn't have any time for him. That irritated the red head a bit.
You turn around to face your husband, he was still in his work clothes, The sleeves of his button up were folded up and a few buttons were undone, and his red hair was down. His arms were crossed and he had his default resting bitch face. “Will be home by 10pm, don't worry I won't be drinking too much.” really though, It was unnecessary to tell him all this. In the end he doesn't care where you go, who you go with, or even what time you'll arrive home. It's always been that way.
He stopped loving you the day she entered back into his life.
“I’ll be heading off now, don't overwork.”
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Driving slowly before coming to a full stop as you arrived at Yelans house. Her house was gorgeous, very modern and yet simplistic, just the way she likes it. You parked your car just outside her house and went for the entrance to ring her doorbell. Yelan shouted “Coming!” from a distance before rushing to open the door for you. “Ah here you are, just in time.” She gave you a quick hug before welcoming her to her home.
Thing is, no one was inside the house other than you and Yelan. She just wanted a simple birthday with her best friend, throwing some grand birthday wasn't really her thing to begin with. And you're more than happy to entertain her. “Gods glad you came! And here I thought I would celebrate this precious day all alone.” She jokingly said as we walked to her mini bar.
You hopped on to a seat as Yelan went behind the counter to make some drinks. “We both know I would definitely be coming today. It's your birthday after all! Besides, there's not much to do in that house anyways. As much as possible I’d like to get out when given the opportunity.” You rested your cheek on your palm.
Yelan gives a worried look before sighing. “Is he still hooked on…her?” She pushes a drink towards me. I scoffed and took a sip. “Yeah, he is.” Yelan rolled her eyes at that before leaving the counter and sitting beside you. “He left a few weeks ago, saying it was for business purposes…But after his trip I cleaned his bag for his laundry and found some dirty panties in one of the pockets. And obviously this isn't some souvenir he got in some stall.” You took a swing of your drink and finished the whole glass. Yelan sees this and a concerned look is on her face. You wiped any excess alcohol on the corner of your lips and continued.
“The bastard is getting sloppy.” A grim look was on your face as you're telling Yelan all this. Yelan looks at you, dead serious in the eyes. “Y/N, we both know you deserve better than this.” You look at your best friend with somber eyes. "I know, but I just—" "Ah ah stop talking for a moment." Yelan interrupts.
"I know you love him...but don't you think perhaps it's time to face the fact that Diluc doesn't love you? Because if he did, the moment he saw that woman at your engagement party he would be running straight at you, showing to everyone and to her especially that he was already spoken for."
You grip on the glass tighter. Perhaps it's not love that's keeping you in this marriage. Sure you used to love him...but all that love went down the drain the night of your honeymoon. Maybe it's guilt, guilt at the very fact that you allowed for things to get this bad. That when you had the opportunity to stop this torture sooner— you just didn't.
And now that you're married to him, you thought that you might as well finish what you've started...even though it hurts.
“...Thanks Yelan, you're really helping me through this." You gave her a quick hug. "Well anyways enough about my fucked up life, lets talk about you, yeah?” Yelan wiggled her index finger in front of you. “Oh no no no don't you dare change the subject. I'm all ears right now.”
“What? No! It's your birthday for celestia's sake, I'm not spending your precious day complaining about my marriage!” Yelan places her hand on top of yours. “My dear, I love nothing more than shit talking, so…” She grabs her drink and raises it in front of me.
“Drink up.”
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Time seems to be flying fast as you hadn't realized it was already late at night. Not only that but you drank way past your limit, it would be dangerous to be out and about on the road, so Yelan insisted you'd stay for the night. Not having much of a choice you flopped on the bed and immediately dozed off to sleep. By the time you woke up it was already 8 in the morning, you groaned as you stretched and sat up from the bed, rays of sunlight finding their way past the curtains.
You feel the hangover settle in, fortunately it's not that unbearable. You walked down the stairs and to the kitchen there you found breakfast was already made for you and a sticky note just near it.
‘Gonna go out for a run! Here's some breakfast and a pain reliever, if it's really unbearable don't hesitate to stay a little longer ;D’
- Yelan
You chuckled reading this before eating the breakfast infront of you. After doing so you freshened up a bit in the bathroom and cleaned up the room you just stayed in. You don't want to be inconsiderate and leave any traces of mess, especially since you're just a guest. After doing everything necessary you locked the door behind you and went to your car. You just remembered you promised Diluc that you'd be home by 10…Ah whatever, he doesn't give a damn anyways. You're even sure that by now he's still rested nicely in his bed.
While on the road you reflect back to what Yelan said...she's right. That night could have been different, instead of heading back home earlier to cry myself to sleep, I could've celebrated my engagement party to the fullest. Nothing but smiles and joy, with Diluc beside me...proud to be called husband and wife soon...
But that's all a fairy tail. Such delusions are far from the truth and as you reach closer to home you know exactly what you have to do.
Driving back home there wasn't any traffic on sight. Though, considering that it's a Sunday morning, most people are still in their beds resting.
After parking your car inside the garage you made your way inside your home. You threw your clutch on the couch and made your way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. But waiting there was your husband as he was eyeing you dangerously. “What happened to being at home at 10?” He takes a sip of his coffee and looks straight at you.
You're in disbelief at his attitude, why should he even give a damn about where you've been. You divert your eyes to one of the cabinets to get a glass. “Yeah about that, I got a little too carried away with the drinks. I couldn't drive properly so I stayed there at Yelans for the night.” You poured yourself a glass of water while still avoiding eye contact. Diluc doesn't seem to like this. “Can you please look at me while talking?”
You let out a frustrated inhale and just finished your glass of water to just leave, this morning you seem to have little to no patience for Diluc. You start to walk off but Diluc gets up from his chair and follows behind you. “Hey what's going on? Talk to me!” You continue to walk up the stairs ignoring your husband. He grabs your arm and stops you before you could enter the bedroom. “What the hell is your problem? Why aren't you answering me–!” “YOU ARE THE DAMN PROBLEM ‘LUC!”
You finally blew up. After months, even years of holding it in, you finally blew up on his face. You rip your arm off from his grip. “Don't you dare pretend you don't know. Because I know we both fucking know what’s wrong.” Only the sound of heavy breathing can be heard, both of you stood there silently as you spoke in almost a whisper.
“I can't do this anymore, Luc. It fucking hurts and I can’t stand seeing your selfish lying face–!” “Then why?” Diluc interjects, he looks at you coldly. “Then why did you stay? Why didn't you say anything? If it hurts so fucking much then why did you let all of this happen–!” “Dont you fucking DARE make me the villain here, Ragnvindr!”
You point a finger towards Diluc, there was no more holding back at this point. “I have foolishly led myself to believe that I might even have a sliver of chance in your heart, but it's clear now that you're only thinking about that whore of a woman!”
“DON’T YOU DARE CALL HER THAT” “WELL AM I FUCKING WRONG? THAT'S WHAT SHE IS IN OUR MARRIAGE, RIGHT? JUST SOME DIRTY SECRET YOU HIDE.” Diluc’s hand suddenly wraps around your throat, pinning you to the wall. His grip is merciless while his eyes only bore rage. He wants to be fucking angry well two can play that game.
“Ohh what's wrong? I thought we were talking this out. Did I hit a nerve?~” You were mocking him, an almost maniac smile was on your face as you're laughing at him. His attempts to shield his woman were ridiculous, he's going so low to the point of physically hurting you. Both of your eyes never left one another, as if challenging the other to look away, but neither of you faltered.
Your grin at him, enjoying the very fact that this time the roles were reversed, this time he was the one who was agitated.
"I'm done playing pretend, so why don't you do the same." Despite how hard it was to speak, you still had some bite in you.
A vein could practically pop from Dilucs head from how angry he is, he looks at you with pure hatred– as if you are the most vile thing he has ever seen. He inches closer at you, doing his best to intimidate you more. Both of you could practically feel each other's breath– it’s hot and heavy. There were no words being exchanged yet Diluc’s eyes somehow found themselves down to your lips, they were red and plump.
You were about to agitate him a little more when suddenly his lips crashed onto yours harshly. Without thinking you accepted the kiss, his hand was still on your throat but you wouldn't have his hand in any other place. His free hand wandered down to your ass and gave it a firm squeeze, pulling you closer to him.
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Clothes were scattered all over the floor, hands were wandering and groping everywhere. There were no signs of stopping or slowing down. At one point you found yourself on top of Diluc, straddling him and taking control instead. “Nice view, is this what she saw 2 weeks ago, hm?” You mock him, his hands are then on your hips as he forces you to push yourself deeper into him. “Shut your mouth and just keep moving.” You only go faster and deeper, Diluc groans beneath you.
While riding him you're playing with yourself to help you reach your climax faster. Diluc watches the view before him, and as much as he wants to deny it but you look fucking hot right now. All angry yet horny at the same time.
You comb some hair out of your face and look down at Diluc, you can see that he's close, but so were you. As you quicken your pace you grab a hold of his face and force him to look at you “When you fucking cum I want you to scream my name, for once in your damn life call out the name of the woman that made you feel good.”
Diluc scoffs at this, “In your fucking dreams.” You hum in disappointment and slow down your pace. “If you don't, then I'm leaving you here with your cock still hard.” The red head groaned at this and grips on his hips a little tighter. “Fuck– fine fine!” You smile down at him. “That's better~” Quickening your pace, both of you continue to moan and pant out in pleasure, removing every single edge and hatred from 2 hours ago.
“Oh god I’m close!” Your thrusts are getting sloppier by the second, desperate for that release. On the other hand Diluc is panting beneath you as he looks at how you're taking him in so well. “Y/N I’m close too– Shit!” You grip onto his bare shoulders as you're about to cum. “Oh god I’m coming !” Shutting your eyes as you release, Diluc gives a strong thrust upwards as he releases his load inside of you.
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It was already 3 in the morning as you got up from the bed. Diluc was still fast asleep, but this was the perfect moment to start packing up your necessary things and head out to the door. You’ll file for a divorce later, but for now…
You look down at the red head as he is sleeping peacefully. You remove the ring off your finger, the ring that felt so heavy and ingrained into your skin. You can finally lift that weight.
You head to the bathroom and get ready to leave.
Alternative Ending
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#diluc smut#diluc x reader#diluc ragnivindr x reader#genshin impact diluc#genshin impact#diluc genshin impact#genshin smut#IM LOSING SO MUCH SLEEP DEAR LORD#its worth it thought cause fuck yeah i wanna make you all happy#also please have mercy its my first time writing angst its not my forte people
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being stupid, little dumb maybe
#edit ; click for quality#HAHA I WONT DRAW ANY ZER0FL4K SMUT#hahah…. unless…#jkjk….unless#uh I guess I’ll post the uncensored on pillow fort but it’s not much#my art#borderlands#borderlands 2#borderlands 3#fl4k/zer0#fl4k the beastmaster#zer0 the assassin#tw0f4ng#zer4k
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is it getting hot in here? 👁 jaybe...or jaybe not
#smut is not my forte full transparency#but i do enjoy dabbling :)#my writing#snippet#alex chen#steph gingrich#chenrich#life is strange true colors#lis tc
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cockwarming cl kylar in a cult meeting... you decided to wear the skimpy robes he gifted you and he couldn't resist!
You're being held down on his lap, unable to squirm out of his hold, both because of his iron grip and the fact that, should you even try, you would be exposed for all to see. In any case, why would you want to escape this situation, when you did all you could to engineer it.
Kylar is snug inside you, hard and throbbing, and you can feel him shift every now and then. He's breathing hard in your ear, his pants making you feel even hotter. You're so full, and the sensation is making it very hard to focus on the meeting happening, which is a shame, because this would be a good learning opportunity. You're thanking your lucky stars Kylar promised not to move before you gave him the signal, because you know the last remaining bits of your brain would be gone at the first little thrust.
You must be a spectacle, in your "robes" that barely cover anything, all flushed and sweaty, desperately trying to keep your composure. You think most of the council has figured out what's happening, but has the presence of mind to keep their mouths shut and their faces schooled. Who knows what Kylar would do if he noticed one of them look at you just the slightest bit differently.
You hope the meeting ends sooner rather than later, because you can feel Kylar grow more impatient with every second he's not breeding you, and you yourself don't know how long you'll be able to hold off the impeding orgasm.
#writing smut really isn't my forte please forgive it being so short#apple answers#cult leader kylar
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Riding sub!jeno without letting him touch you and watching him struggle jsjjjaj holy fuck
it’s the way he visibly deflates after you tell him he can’t touch you. a pout forming on his lips as tears gloss his eyes. he knows this is going to be torture and would much prefer to be tied up, stripped of his own free will entirely.
you are so tempting, too tempting. the way you work your hips up and down, the way your chest bounces. thoughts of how soft your skin feels under his grasp drive him mad. but, the pure bliss on your face as you use him to get yourself off makes him want to keep being good for you.
his hand that laid useless and fidgeting at his sides start to grip at the sheet, causing his muscles to grow taut beneath his sweat glazed skin. his cheeks grow red with exasperation as shameless pleas to touch you start to fill the room.
“where do you wanna touch me, baby?” his mind screams ‘everywhere’, but there is one area that always catches his attention the most.
“your tits,” he bites his lower lip, “please…”
“god, you’re so predictable,” you snicker mockingly. his eyes twinkle at you, hopeful that you’ll take mercy but you begin to roll your own nipples between you fingers, staring him in the eyes to rub it in. he opens his mouth to complain about how unfair you’re being but you shoot him down with a hard glance.
“shut up and take it while i’m being nice,” your attitude flips without warning. he seemingly shrinks down even further - it’s fascinating how all the brawn he possesses is useless against the power you hold over him. “good boy!”
he gulps hard, finally accepting this is his fate for the night…
#sub!jeno is not my forte so i hope this is okay 🥲#thanks for the ask and sorry for the wait 😭#nct smut#nct dream smut#jeno smut#jeno hard hours#📂 ..\ask#📂 ..\ .◜◡◝
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2.5k words in and finally getting to the smut!! Throughout writing this I've realised I'm probably better at writing angst then smut...despite the amount of smutty books I've read...hmm..strange, no?
This is taking longer than I thought it would, and it needs some heavy fucking editing, sooo...
I'm working my little brain hard for this, considering this is my first proper fic and I want it to be goooodd lmfao
#2.5k words is an achievement#coming to realise smut is not my forte#but i shall power through! for you!#requested fic#cregan stark#cregan stark x reader
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dirty ask, but anyway...
аzulaang fav position in bed?
all of them. all the time. always.
(ok tbh not sure if either of them would have a significant preference but no one can tell me aang doesn't adore watching princess azula ride him. he teases her for looking so surprisingly sweet doing it, she threatens to ban his hands from roaming. the first time she does it he pulls her hair back to kiss her neck and it drives her insane and since then it's been a staple in their household)
#SORRY#just know they fuck all the time#i write angst you guys this is not my forte#me vs wondering if i should write azulaang smut#but i feel so embarrassed every time i do LMAO#anyway they're hot#azulaang#atla
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Clothes Got Game
Pairing: John Mitchell/Anders Johnson Rating: Mature (no sex. yet at least) Words: 600
For @britchell's Smut Roulette!
When Mitchell entered the kitchen his mouth fell open. There was Anders leaning against the kitchen table with his hands nonchalantly holding on to the tabletop to either side of him so as to not block the view of his body – and he was looking very smug. That of course wasn't the surprising part; what had Mitchell starring were the clothes his frequent bed partner was wearing; Mitchell’s clothes.
Ill fitting jeans, and a once brightly yellow t-shirt with a fading print hung about his frame. He’d even managed to snatch a pair of Mitchell's fingerless gloves. He was looking very pleased with himself. In answer to Mitchell's deliberately unasked question Anders looked down as if pretending to inspect his borrowed outfit. “I thought I should try to figure out what's so appealing about dressing like a homeless person,” he said with a mocking smile that obviously was meant to provoke. Only Anders would think insulting a man’s wardrobe was a good seduction move.
“You look ridiculous,” Mitchell said, perhaps a bit unfairly because he could feel his breath begin to quicken.
“I agree.” Anders pulled off the fingerless gloves and tossed them to the side before leaning back again with an impish smile. “How about now?”
Mitchell held his tongue. ‘Ridiculous’ was the wrong word, but the look clashed so badly with Mitchell’s usual perception of Anders that it looked wrong. Not wrong as in ‘bad’, but as in– ‘indecent’. The washed out, too long t-shirt made him look younger, and that combined with his suggestive pose made him look– well– as if he was selling.
When Anders was wearing his expensive, tailored business suits he looked like an exquisite dinner at a five star restaurant. (A dinner that was ready to devour you rather than the other way around.) The way he was dressed now he looked like a mouthwatering, street food snack – the kind you know is bad for you but is unresistable nonetheless – like he was inviting Mitchell to taste every inch of him and then swallow him whole.
Somehow Anders must have sensed what deprived thoughts were going through Mitchell's mind because Anders’ grin widened and he unbuttoned the top of his jeans. “And now?” As he leaned back again, the large neckline slipped enough to show off a lovely collarbone, and that very, very biteable muscle between the neck and shoulder.
Selling indeed. In three quick steps Mitchell had Anders trapped against the table, one hand on either side of him, his groin pressing into him and his face hovering an inch above Anders’. Anders’ eyes were sparkling with approval.
Mitchell rolled his hips slowly against his trapped partner until twin groans escaped them. “You want me to fuck you so bad,” Mitchell taunted, grinding forth another groan from his prey.
“How– very perceptive of you.” Anders had closed his eyes and his voice was strained by trying to hold back yet another moan. He looked exquisite.
The unbuttoned jeans were already riding low on Anders’ hips and they easily slid down when Mitchell pulled at the waist. Anders kicked them off and began to pull the shirt over his head but Mitchell stopped him. He leaned in and whispered in a heavy voice. “The slutty shirt stays on.”
“It's your shirt,” Anders protested as Mitchell grabbed him around his thighs, lifted him up on the table edge and stepped between his legs.
“And the next time I wear it you can fuck me any way you want. Now shut up and behave so I can give you what you’re so desperately begging for.”
to be continued?
#I did begin to write the actual smut part too#but sex really isn't my forte so I'm leaving you here - at least for now xD#smutroulettebritchell2024#ficlet#britchell#mitchers#anders johnson/john mitchell#silvermoon writes
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