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The Black Kaiser's Nightmare
Duncan Vizla x Assassin!FemReader
A/N: Shout out to beelmons and G for their endless support and help with my fics <3 :') where would I be without y'all?
Summary: You run into your long-time nemesis in the last place you ever expected, but things take a turn for the worst when you find yourself stuck with him during a snowstorm.
WC: 7.2k words
Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), enemies to lovers speedrun into the bed, mentions and depictions of violence, fighting, accidental assassination of a third party, some serious bickering, abundant cursing, rough sex (unprotected, don't do it at home!), choking, very light knifeplay, dirty talk, slight degradation mixed with some praise, rampant sexual tension, ooey gooey lovesick fools who are just SO SO STUBBORN, I think that's it but lmk if I missed anything!
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Triple Oak, Montana.
Itâd been a while since youâd last found yourself in such a quaint little town, especially in the middle of winter, but you supposed youâd been in way worse places. It was barely even on the map, which made it a convenient place to lay low.Â
You didnât have to worry about interacting with many people, and you sure as hell didnât think youâd encounter anyone you knew. At least for the time being, you felt like you could relax just a little bit while you made plans.
In a few more days, youâd continue driving north and cross the Canadian border into Saskatchewan, where you were meant to carry out your next assignment. Your target was a skeevy arms dealer that had to move his whole operation out of Serbia and was now shacked up somewhere in the vast prairies.Â
Youâd been tracking his activity for some time, slowly narrowing down the list of possible locations. Youâd also scored some insider information about a big upcoming transaction with a terrorist cell, and your goal was to get to him before the sale was finalized.
Successfully eliminating him would pay handsomely, and you were already planning on a months-long vacation in which youâd go fully off the radar. Preferably somewhere by the beach, where you didnât feel the constant threat of frostbite.
You pulled into a small gas station â the only one to be found in a long stretch of the highway between the town and more secluded cabins â and occupied one of the three measly pumps. There was only one other old pickup truck next to you, but the owner was nowhere to be seen.Â
You blew hot air into your hands as you walked into the convenience store, eager for some coffee despite how shitty it was.Â
âHey Lou,â you said to the now familiar attendant, the little bell above the door ringing as you pushed in. âHowâs it goinâ?â
âEh, slow, the usual,â he shrugged. âAt least itâs decently warm in âere. They say thereâs gonna be a snowstorm over the weekend, starting tonight.â
âShit, really?â You groaned, not only because you loathed the freezing temperatures, but because it would set you back by a few more days.Â
âYup, perfect time to cozy up with the missus back at home.â
You poured yourself a large cup of black coffee and snapped the lid on top. On the way back to the register, you grabbed a couple of magazines and a pack of Ding-Dongs to eat on the road.
âWell, lucky you,â you said, putting everything on the counter. âI gotta find ways to keep myself busy and warm in case I lose power.â
As you spoke, the door to the restroom opened behind you and a tall, rugged-looking man stepped out. His eyes instinctively flickered between the two of you, even if he couldnât see your face. He lingered close to the back, trying not to bring attention to himself.
âYou sure youâll be good all by yourself out there?â Lou asked. âEnough supplies and all?â
âYeah, Iâll be fine. I can take care of myself,â you said, fishing cash out of your wallet. âGive me thirty on number two, also.â
âYou got it, tough gal.â
You chuckled as he rang you up, glancing outside. The man behind you tensed, gripped with the dread that came with sudden recognition. Your voice was one he knew well, the very same one heâd heard all seventeen times heâd almost died. Well, eighteen if he counted that one brief altercation in Belfast.
And that laugh⌠How many times had it been directed at him? Taunting him, teasing him, driving him utterly mad.Â
It was perhaps the only thing that stopped him from actually getting rid of you that one night you slept so soundly at some shoddy little hotel in Madrid. Heâd watched your chest's steady rise and fall from his spot in the darkness, and he just couldnât bring himself to do it.
And now heâd most likely have to pay for the consequences of his mercy.Â
Lou looked over your shoulder at him, but you didnât immediately notice since you were absently flipping through one of the magazines.Â
âNeed anything else, Duncan?â He offered. âPack of Winstons?â
Your skin prickled at these two very familiar details, but you didnât move, still staring down at the magazine without actually reading. It was probably a mere coincidence. Really, there had to be dozens of Duncans in the world that just so happened to smoke Winstons.
But then, a very particular smell reached your nose â cheap cologne you didnât know the name of, with strikingly bitter notes that had flooded your nostrils when his hands were tightly wrapped around your neck.
You glanced up at the fisheye mirror above the register⌠and there he fucking was, in all his deadly glory. The Black Kaiser himself.
You couldnât help an amused huff, especially after hearing the faintest rustle of a knife being unsheathed under his coat.
âAre you sure you want to stab me with that, old man?â You said slowly over your shoulder.Â
âLess impersonal than a gun. I owe you that much, donât I?â he said with that deep, gravelly voice of his that always made a stubborn tingle form at the base of your spine.
Your hand just barely inched towards the hidden holster of your gun. âOh, but you know I get a little crazy when the knives come out.â
Lou looked between the two of you, confusion and a tinge of fear in his eyes.Â
âUh, you two know each othââ
Before he could finish his sentence, you whirled around and shot Duncanâs head. He ducked, but not before hurling a large knife at you in return. You dove out of the way, hearing it whizz right past your ear, and it sank into Louâs forehead with a wet thud. His body slumped behind the counter, blood spraying over the stuff youâd intended to buy.
âHey!â You yelled from your hiding spot. âI didnât even get my change back!â
âYouâre not gonna need it anymore,â he said gruffly, his voice not too far from you. âBut before that⌠want to tell me what the fuck youâre doing here?â
âI could ask you the same,â you said, glancing up at the fisheye mirror once more.Â
Unfortunately for you, you couldnât get a very good look at where he was, but you couldnât stay put. You slowly began to inch to the end of the aisle, staying low. âLet me guess, you missed me so much these last three years that you decided to hunt me down.â
He scoffed. âThree years was not nearly long enough time away from you.â
You dove around the corner to the next aisle, but he wasnât there. You started pulling yourself forward, but suddenly you were flipped onto your back. You were about to whip your gun around, but it was harshly knocked out of your grasp, sliding against the linoleum. You thrashed against the weight that pressed down on you, but he pinned your hands down beside your head.Â
âWho sent you?â He asked.Â
âNo one sent me, you paranoid geezer!â You sneered, driving your knee up full force right into his crotch. âNot everythingâs about you.â
He growled at the pain, swaying to the side, his grip on your hands relaxing. You pushed him off of you, scrambling to get to your gun. Right as you managed to get a hold of it, he was on you again, pulling you back by the legs. You tried twisting around all the way, firing another shot semi-blindly. It narrowly missed his shoulder, shattering one of the windows.
âCanât kill me without paralyzing me, eh, little Nightmare?â He taunted.
âOh, youâd like that wouldnât you?â
You swallowed a scream as he stepped on the hand you held your weapon with, his heavy boot cracking your wrist. Your fingers splayed involuntarily due to the pain, and he bent down to take the gun. He kept it pointed at you as he removed his boot from your wrist and grabbed your arm.
âYouâre coming with me,â he stated, starting to pull you up.Â
âLike hell I am!â You spat, but you froze as you felt the barrel pressed against the back of your head.
âYou were saying?â
He dragged you to your feet, leading you through the broken window, glass crunching under your boots. The wind seemed icier than it had been when you first arrived, which made you remember Louâs warning about a snowstorm.
There was no way in hell youâd be stuck with him during it, so youâd have to find a way to weasel out of his grasp⌠and kill him in the process.Â
He led you towards his truck, but you pretended to trip at the last second, bending down and retrieving a knife you had hidden in your boot. You stabbed backward, aiming for his femoral artery, but he moved and the knife stabbed into his thigh muscle instead.
âMotherfucker,â he hissed through clenched teeth, but he didnât let go of you, tightening his grip on your arm. He fired off a warning shot into the air, which made you flinch a little. âTry me again and I wonât hesitate to put the next bullet through your thick fucking skull. I only have so much patience.â
He shoved you into the passenger seat of the truck, managing to tie you up with the seatbelt. Your bound hands were still slick with his blood, and you smiled triumphantly at him as he slid into the driverâs seat, immediately peeling out of the gas station.
âThis is what gets you hard, isnât it?â you said, raising an eyebrow at him. âYouâre kind of a sick fuck, old man⌠but I didnât expect any better from you.â
He said nothing, instead momentarily glaring at you. He grunted as he pulled the knife out of his leg, tossing it out of the window. You grumbled about him owing you a knife, but he continued to ignore you. He drove mostly in silence, winding through the icy roads as he gripped his wounded leg with one hand.
So far, it had been one of your tamest encounters. Really, it had all sort of felt like a game, but neither of you had won quite yet. After all, a game such as this could not be left unfinished.
Usually, the circumstances were vastly different. Your respective agencies had assigned you the same target a couple of times, and it always turned into a competition on who would finish the job first. As it turned out, the two of you were very competitive.
Youâd left plenty of souvenirs on each other every single time you crossed paths â broken bones, an assortment of scars, and bruises as dark as the midnight sky. You wondered vaguely how much more damage you might make by the end of the day.
Why neither of you had succeeded in killing each other was⌠a bit of a mystery. Maybe he saw something in you that reminded him of himself, or perhaps he was growing soft with age. He would never admit it, but heâd had plenty of fun in this deadly dance with you so far, and it seemed a shame to let it come to its conclusion so soon.Â
Heâd have to do it though, after some thorough interrogation.
Soon enough, he pulled up a long gravel road hidden among the tall pine trees. In the clearing ahead, you saw what you supposed was his cabin. It was modestly sized and a little dilapidated, but at least it seemed to be sturdy enough to withstand harsh conditions.
âNice place,â you said sarcastically. âI donât suppose you have many visitors?â
âRarely,â he said without looking at you. âI like the quiet. No oneâs going to bother us here.â
âYou mean no oneâs gonna come running when you scream?â
He grunted, readjusting his position in his seat. You were mostly tied up at the arms so your legs had some room to move. Rookie mistake on his part, which you would definitely take advantage of.Â
Before he could pull up in front of the actual cabin, you leaned back and kicked at the steering wheel. The truck swerved to the right, throwing you against the window. He tried to correct it on time, slamming on the brakes, but the snow made it careen right into a tree.Â
It wasnât a tremendous crash, but the windshield still broke, glass raining down on both of you. You were both disoriented for a moment from the whiplash, but then you began to untangle yourself from the seatbelt. You kicked at him when he tried to reach for you, but he managed to pin your legs down.
âCanât you stay put for one fucking second!?â He growled, fully bracketing you between his sturdy legs as he freed you from the seatbelt.Â
You panted heavily, trying to thrash beneath him, but he only pressed his legs tighter against your sides. A small, high-pitched whine escaped your lips as you felt the air being squeezed out of you, and you stopped moving.Â
âSatisâŚfied?â You managed between gasps.
âNot nearly,â he said, grabbing a fistful of your hair as he pulled back. âCome here.â
He kept a firm grip on it as he dragged you out of the truck and towards the cabin. He wobbled a little with each step, his leg still bleeding some.Â
âI warned you about the knives,â you said. âEven if you didnât let me finish having fun.â
He chuckled sardonically. âNo, youâre mistaken. The fun is only just beginning.â
He led you inside and locked the door behind him, making you sit down on a rickety chair. He bound your hands and feet with duct tape, wrapping some of it around your torso and the back of the chair for good measure. You decided not to struggle for the time being and instead ponder on your next move, covertly glancing at your surroundings for anything useful.
When Duncan was sure you wouldnât be able to bolt, he went to grab something from an adjacent room, returning with his version of a first aid kit and a bottle of vodka. He looked at you from the corner of his eye as he undid his pants and lowered them to his knees.
âI didnât realize it was that kind of fun,â you said, raising an eyebrow.Â
Still, your gaze was drawn to his crotch first before trailing further down to the injury youâd caused. Rolling his eyes, he plopped down on the bed, which creaked a little under his weight.Â
He took a long swig of vodka and then poured some on the bleeding gash, hissing through his teeth. Your expression of slight amusement didnât change as he glanced at you once more, taking out a needle and thread.
âI have to be careful about infections, who knows where that knife of yours has been?â he said.
You merely watched as he began stitching himself up without so much as a grimace. His breathing was slow and steady as he concentrated, and you found yourself entranced by the precise movements of his hands.
An obscene thought about those hands wriggled into your mind, but you immediately pushed it away. It was all the more reason for you to get the hell out of there, especially now that his pants were down.
As he was finishing his stitches, you leaned forward onto your tiptoes and then threw yourself back as hard as you could. The chair broke apart under you, the force of the blow and the angle in which you fell spraining one of your wrists. The adrenaline made you barely register the pain, and you quickly wriggled out of the tape wrapped around you.
You pulled a Swiss army knife out of your boot and hastily sawed off the tape binding your ankles. He swore as you stood, lifting your arms and slamming them down to free your hands. You stumbled towards the front door and yanked it open.
Outside, the wind howled ferociously and a thick flurry of snow limited your vision of your surroundings. You felt the unforgiving cold slicing through you as you hesitated, knowing deep down that your chances of survival were very slim.Â
Still, you were reckless enough to try and brave it. You started towards the steps when you were yanked back once more, your back pinned against the wall and Duncanâs hand around your throat.
âYou just donât fucking learn, do you?â He growled.Â
âYou only caught me because I hesitated, old man.â
His grip tightened a little in warning. âDidnât anybody teach you never to hesitate?â
âThere is a very fine line between foolishness and courage, you knowâŚâ The corners of your mouth twitched, an amused gleam in your eye. âI wonder how often you cross from one side to the other.â
He clenched his teeth and an absolutely devious, cheshire cat grin spread across your face. The mere sight of it made his blood boil with both rage and arousal, and he felt it flowing southward. Your back instinctually arched towards him, as if you could somehow sense the sudden influx of violent desire, and became infected by it.
You stared at each other for a charged moment before he suddenly fell upon you, intent on devouring you. His lips clashed with yours in a fierce kiss and you buried your fingers in his hair, tugging at it as you retaliated.
You bit his lower lip hard, making him groan into your mouth. You used this opportunity to slide your tongue against his, and he moved the hand that had been around your neck toward your jaw. Without thinking, you pressed harder against him, your fingers about to slide under the hem of his sweater.
He clasped your wrist to stop you, assuming you were reaching for some hidden weapon. You whimpered slightly, painfully reminded that it was in fact sprained. He pulled back to look at you, both of you panting heavily and still clutching each other tightly.Â
âI fear that line was blurred a long time ago, and I suspect itâs the same case with you,â He murmured.Â
His words broke through your daze and you immediately pushed him away from you, cradling your injured hand against your chest. A maelstrom of emotions roiled inside of you, predominantly confusion and a worrisome throb between your legs.Â
âAnd what now?â You asked, glancing out of the window. âItâs clear neither of us are going anywhere any time soon.â
âNow we weather the storm,â he said, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
âNo, seriously.â
âI am being serious.â
You huffed in annoyance, pinching the bridge of your nose. âI⌠canât believe Iâm asking this right now but, maybe we can⌠put the killing each other thing on hold for a few days?â
âSo you were coming for me.â
âNo! I wasnât!â You threw your hands up exasperatedly. âNot that itâs any of your fucking business, but I have work further up north. This was just a pit stop.â
He assessed you for a moment, trying to find any clues that you were lying. You stood your ground, keeping your eyes on his face. He sniffed, leaning against the wall to get his weight off his injured leg.Â
âIâm fine with a temporary truce, but only if we both keep our weapons in plain sight at all times.â
âI am a weapon myself, big boy.â
âSo am I. I suppose weâll have to keep an eye on each other as well, then.â
âFine,â you huffed, stomping to the couch and pulling it over to the kitchen. âIâll stay on this side of the cabin, you can stay on the other side.â
âWhat!? This is my house!â He scoffed.
âYeah, well, Iâm being generous by letting you keep your bed. Not to mention, your life.â
He rolled his eyes, limping back over to his bed. âWhatever you say. Now, can I please fix my stitches in peace for one fucking second?â
âââââââ
There was no sleep for the entirety of the first night.Â
The cabin creaked and groaned, straining against the disastrously strong wind. Your breaths fogged up in the air as you shivered under the thin blanket Duncan had given you. The cold seemed to seep into your very bones as if punishing you for your decisions. To distract yourself from the chill, you kept an eye on his prone form across the room, knowing well he wasnât sleeping either.Â
When dawn broke, a thin grayish light filtered into the room. The storm raged on and all you wanted to do was doze off, but you were still on edge. You clenched your jaw to keep your teeth from chattering, irritated by a headache. Your mood didnât get any better when Duncan rose from his bed, crossing towards the kitchen.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â You inquired, not moving an inch.
He stopped in his tracks. âIâm hungry. Donât you want to eat?âÂ
Your stomach growled in answer and he lifted an eyebrow in slight amusement. You unwillingly threw the blanket off of you, getting up with an annoyed grunt.Â
âIâll give you the food. Letâs see what youâve got,â you said, rummaging through the cabinets.
âI could just show youâŚâ
âNo, stay on your side. Even better, why donât you go sit back down on your bed?â
He followed orders, not really wanting to start quarreling with you so early in the morning. You finally found some oatmeal packets in one of the cupboards, and you took out a few and poured them into a pot along with some water. You left it to boil over the stove top, crossing your arms over your chest and turning to face him.
âHowâs your leg doing, anyway?â You asked.Â
âFine. Why do you care?â
âI really donât.â
He chuckled. âGood thing youâre a better assassin than you are a liar.â
You sighed deeply. âWell, it is your house, I should at least have some manners.â
He scoffed, still amused. âWe are way past manners. Our only courtesy to each other would be a painless death.â
âOh, really? Painless?â You arched an eyebrow. âDid you forget Lisbon? And that grenade launcher you stole?â
âOkay, well, I wasnât technically aiming at you. You just happened to be in the way,â He argued. âAnd itâs not like you havenât given me the same sort of treatmentâŚâ
You shrugged one shoulder. âItâs only fair.â
The two of you lapsed into silence as you turned your attention back to the pot. Once the oatmeal was ready, you spooned it into two bowls and walked to the invisible line that divided the cabin in two.
He got up and met you there, reaching slowly for his bowl so as not to seem threatening. Not that you were viewing him that way, anyway. At least not in the clearly exhausted state he was in.Â
âCareful, itâs hot,â you said. âNeed me to blow on it first?â
He raised an eyebrow at you, resisting the lure of your impish grin. He figured it was perhaps the more masochistic part of him that made him so drawn to you. Always pushing him, testing him, keeping him on the edge. He would never admit it to himself â much less to you â but it made him feel alive in a way he hadnât for a really long time.
He muttered a quick thank you before heading back to his side of the room, plopping down on the bed and immediately digging in. If he burned his mouth, he showed no indication of it, but you still huffed in amusement.Â
When he was done, he said nothing as he lied down, his back to you once again. A little confused and wary, you watched him as you slowly ate. Soon enough, his breath evened out into a steady rhythm, and you assumed heâd fallen asleep.
You glanced over at the dining table, where the two of you had laid out all your weapons, and considered them for a long moment.Â
It seemed too easy to have such a window of opportunity. Normally, youâd have jumped at any such chance, but once more, you hesitated. Not out of any sort of newfound benevolence, but something deeper than that. Something that had been gnawing at you since the previous night.
In the end, you opted not to do anything. Surely, it was bound to be a mistake to not have killed him at that moment. But that would be a problem for another day, perhaps when the storm was over.Â
You sat down on the floor by the foot of the couch, back resting against the frame. Sleep deprivation was starting to hit you as well, and you knew that if you were to lay down you would certainly fall asleep. Instead, your eyes focused on the suspiciously peaceful sight of Duncan sleeping.Â
The longer you stared, the blurrier the lines seemed to get. Literally. His broad form was smudged into a single sphere, and without much thought about it, everything suddenly went black.Â
Until⌠Shit.Â
How long were you asleep?
It had been long since youâd last awakened to a man in front of you, let alone holding a knife to your face. The blade shone in your half-open eyes, reflecting the setting sun outside the window. You must have been unconscious for over two hours. Stupid, so very stupid.
You blinked the haze of sleep out of your eyes and followed the glint to his fingers, his forearm, up his broad chest and shoulders, until it finally landed on his face.Â
 âSo, the game ends at last, huh?â you muttered, your gaze not wavering from his.
âCouldâve ended long ago, but it didnât,â he said, once again looking every bit the coldhearted killer he was. You could still see, however, the presence of doubt in his dark eyes. âWhy didnât you kill me?âÂ
âI knew you werenât actually sleepingâŚâ
âEven so,â he pressed, straightening to his full, imposing height. âYou didnât even try. Why?â
You blinked, not really having an answer, not one that would satisfy him at least. What's more, you had a set of questions of your own, ones that would likely also have no answer.Â
The words slipped before you could even think about them. âWhy did you kiss me?âÂ
Silence hung between you like a heavy drape. You were cornered in more than one sense. Windows for precaution and escape had long since closed, maybe even since the moment you ran into him in that little gas station. And through hardships, you learned that if thereâs no way back, the only way is forward.Â
The wound in his thigh didnât seem to bother him as much anymore, so there was no way you could outrun him. You looked down to avoid his scrutiny and he used the back of his knife to force your chin back up.Â
He didnât speak, but his eyes bore into yours, almost as if seeing through them into parts of you that were foreign even to yourself. The flat part of the blade trailed up to your cheek in what could be interpreted as a caress.Â
Your hand unconsciously intended to return the favor, running up his knee to his thigh, extra cautious around his wound. You noticed a change of pattern in his breathing, and so you looked down only to find one of the answers you sought â the print of his hardened cock cruelly imprisoned within his pants.Â
âOh,â you breathed, surprised. Then again, when the reality of what you were looking at fully sank in. âOh.â
Your hand moved on its own accord again, slowly slipping further up his thigh. Again, he tightly grabbed your wrist before your fingers reached their target, and you hissed in pain. He immediately let go, withdrawing the knife as well.
âAre you hurt?â He asked.Â
âA sprained wrist isnât gonna kill me,â you said, keeping your hand on his leg to drive your point across. âNow that, on the other hand, has to be taken care of.â
âTaken care of, huh?â He rasped, his voice hoarse with want and self-directed anger because of it.Â
He raked a hand through your hair, gathering it in his first and pulling your head towards his crotch. He pressed your cheek against his bulge, his hips bucking ever so slightly.Â
âAnd how do you suppose thatâs gonna happen?â He added.
âI have a few ideas if youâre open to them,â you panted, ignited in a way that almost fully consumed you.Â
His eyes searched your face for a moment, drinking you in as he searched for any indications of doubt, and then he whispered, âAre you sure?âÂ
This time you didnât hesitate. âYes.â
He saw the feverish gleam of hunger in your eyes as he pulled away and unbuckled his belt, pushing down his pants. The outline of his cock was even more prominent through his briefs and you couldnât help a sharp intake of breath at the sheer size of him. He was still holding onto your hair, stepping closer and effectively cornering you against the couch.Â
You boldly started to reach for the hem of his briefs, but he said, âNo. I want you to use your teeth.â
âGetting a little bold there, old man,â you said with a smirk, keeping your eyes on him as you dipped your head to plant a soft kiss on his thigh, right by his stitches.Â
He winced slightly at the contact, but you could see his cock throb against the fabric covering it. Your smirk only widened, âBut I gotta admit Iâm pretty impressed so far. Didnât even have to slip a blue pill in your oatmeal.â
He gripped your jaw, clicking his tongue in disappointment. âI think you need more proof, actually. Allow me.â
With his free hand, he roughly tugged down his briefs and his cock finally sprang free â so thick and long and just fucking perfect â hitting his lower abdomen. The head of it glistened with precum, which he spread with his thumb. You shifted in your seat, biting your lip as saliva flooded your mouth.
âOpen,â he ordered.
You immediately complied, wondering when the fuck youâd gotten so obedient. He gripped the base of it and fed it into your mouth slowly. You wrapped your lips around it, feeling it slide smoothly against your tongue.Â
A small groan escaped him, his head tipped back at the first rush of pleasure. You hummed a little in response and he felt the vibration of the sound against his shaft. His hips began to move again, shuttling his length deeper into your mouth, until you could feel the head of it reach your throat.
He let you steady yourself by placing your hands on his legs, his hand returning to the back of your head as it bobbed up and down. Then suddenly, when youâd reached the very base, he kept your head down. Your nose was against his pelvis, your deep, even breaths fanning against the fine hair that curled there.Â
Your nails dug into the flesh of his legs as you staved off your gag reflex as best as you could. Still, you couldnât help but squirm a little, already pretty slick between your thighs.
 He cursed under his breath as he let you come up for air, an obscene string of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of his cock.
"If I knew you were such a cock drunk slut, I would have dropped my pants much earlier just to shut you up,â he said with a smug grin, looking down at you.
âMore bold words from someone whoâs only gonna last this round. Iâm gonna have to take care of myself after youâre done,â you taunted lightly, making him pull at your hair.
You kept eye contact with him as you stuck your tongue out and traced it over a large vein on the underside of his shaft. You left a trail of wet, sloppy kisses as you made your way back to the tip, and he lightly slapped it against your tongue a couple of times before pushing your head back down on it. His balls tightened momentarily as he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, and you knew he was enjoying himself much more than he let on.
"Well, if it's gonna be only one, might as well make good use of it, don't you think?" He said, pulling you off of him and making you stand up.
His lips were on yours in the next moment, just as desperate and hungry as the first kiss. He kicked his pants off the rest of the way and yanked your sweater off along with your thermal undershirt. He reached for your pants, but you slapped his hand away, extricating yourself from his lips to undo them yourself.
As soon as they were off, he turned you around and bent you over the back of the couch. There was a wet spot in your underwear that made him smirk, but he also couldnât deny the way his cock throbbed at the sight.
âThis is in the wayâŚâ he grunted, tugging at your bra strap.
Before you even registered what was happening, he brought the knife back out and sawed the bra off of you. You let out a gasp that was both surprised and indignant as he proceeded to rip your panties off with his bare hands, tossing the scraps of fabric aside.
âHey! Those are the only ones I have here!â You huffed, glaring at him over your shoulder. âUnless you have a secret stash of womenâs underwear, you seriously owe me.â
He nudged your knees apart with his leg. âI donât think youâre going to need them while youâre here. You were already ruining them yourself, anyway.â
Before you could retort, you felt him push inside of you slowly, grabbing your hips as he let out a low moan.Â
âFuckâŚâ you sighed without thinking, leaning your elbows against the back of the couch.Â
âYeah? Does that feel good?â He cooed condescendingly.
âIn your dreaââ
His hips snapped into yours harshly, interrupting you. You felt the heat of him against your back as he leaned over you, his breath fanning across the side of your face.Â
âIf I were you, Iâd be careful about lying again. I might just stop and leave you all drenched like this, with your hands tied behind your back so you couldnât touch yourself.â
He felt you clench around him at that and his smirk turned victorious. He kissed and sucked at your shoulder and neck, making sure to leave plenty of marks. His thrusts were hard and deep at first, hips barely pulling back as his weight pinned you down.
You let out a sound that was a strange mix between a whimper and a gasp as he bit into the tender flesh of your shoulder, hard enough to leave teeth marks behind. The jolt of pain mixed with pleasure â not to mention the slight shame that came with the feeling of your arousal dripping down your inner thighs â only fueled the fire that was steadily growing within you.Â
Then, a little mindlessly, you pleaded, âHarder. Fuck me harder.â
He straightened immediately, readjusting himself to start pounding into you at a nearly punishing pace. You bit your bottom lip to try and keep quiet, but wanton sounds of pleasure escaped your throat despite your efforts. He was hitting a spot that made your head spin, tugging you backward onto his cock to meet his thrusts.
The lewd sound of flesh slapping together, along with your collective pants and groans, filled the room. He reached forward to grab your throat again, keeping you semi-upright as he continued to take you. In truth, he was focusing hard to stave off his release. He had plenty of stamina for his age, but the way your cunt took him so perfectly, as if molded just for him, was enough to have his balls tightening again.Â
But he would never hear the end of it.Â
Your legs began to shake a little as the coil in your belly tightened, threatening to snap. âI-I think Iâm gonna cum, fuckâŚâ
âNot yet,â he said firmly, immediately stopping his motions.Â
You cursed him under your breath, beyond frustrated. You pushed your hips back, intent on fucking yourself on him, but his firm grip stopped you. He landed a firm smack on your ass, making you involuntarily clench around him. He hissed, feeling the strong urge to give in and continue fucking you until you came all over his cock, but he kept his composure. He wanted to keep indulging you for as long as he could, still not fully believing he wasnât just having a dirty dream.
âDo that again and Iâll rip your fucking head off,â you snarled as he pulled out, grabbing your arm and leading you toward the bed.
âI told you I was going to make it count.â
He tossed you onto your back on the bed, crawling on top of you and pushing your knees up to your shoulders. He positioned himself between your thighs and sank back into your cunt with no further preambles, his strong body covering yours once more.
His hands cradled your head as he began to move again, reaching impossibly deeper than before. You clawed at his biceps as he ground his pelvis against you, making your brain practically short-circuit.
âThere we go⌠See? I knew you could take more,â he said, kissing the corner of your lips. âAre you scared I'll pull out again? You keep sucking me back in.â
Too dazed to form words, your lips chased his so he would kiss you properly. Your tongue trailed over his upper lip enticingly, and he opened his mouth so his tongue could meet yours. This kiss was deeper, less frantic, finally giving yourselves a chance to taste each other properly.Â
Soon you were clenching around him again, too distracted by your mounting pleasure to continue kissing him properly.Â
âFuck, donât stop, Duncan. Please, please, please, just like that,â you begged desperately, moaning as he moved to kiss your jaw.Â
âYeah? You want me to fill you up, too?â He rasped against your skin. âClaim this needy cunt all for myself?â
You nodded eagerly, face contorting with ecstasy as you held onto him for dear life. Your muscles seized up as your climax washed over you, overpowering your senses. His hips stuttered as you cried out, your hot flesh molding into his like the deepest embrace.Â
He kissed you again as he felt his own release rippling over him, groaning into your mouth as he shuddered, unable to hold himself back any longer. He thrusted hard a few more times before remaining fully inside of you, and you felt heat flooding your cunt.Â
A whimper of slight overstimulation escaped you, but he soothed you with a whispered praise in your ear. You couldnât help but smile beatifically, almost purring in content as he kept his cum inside of you.
As you both rode out your highs, your kisses turned lazy, almost tender, and even the way he held you felt different. Somehow, in some deep recess of your mind, it seemed right⌠and that scared you a little.
Still, you tried not to let it get to you then. Not as he leaned his sweaty forehead against yours, still panting, and said, âI think I tore my stitches.â
You chuckled. âYou should probably take care of that, then.â
âIn a minuteâŚâ
He disentangled himself from you, pulling out and sliding his body down between your legs. You tried to draw your thighs together, but he stopped you, planting a kiss on your mound.
He spread your lips with two fingers so he could see his cum trickling out of you, but then he pushed it back in with those same fingers, making your hips jerk slightly.
âT-this was a one time thing, you know,â you breathed, trying to sound firm.Â
He barely glanced up at you, seemingly unbothered. âI wouldnât have it any other way.â
But only an hour or so later, you found yourself riding him on the couch. Then, he took you against the wall, over the kitchen counter, off the edge of the bed, and subsequently on the floor. He seemed intent on making sure you never questioned his endurance ever again.
Even throughout the night, you slept sporadically, pawing at each other whenever you stirred. Not many words were exchanged during this time, but that didnât mean your mouths werenât put to good use. As usual, you both wound up with bruises, bite marks, and scratches all over each other, but the intention behind them couldnât be any more different.
The storm died sometime during the night, but instead of fleeing right away, you let him hold you until dawn broke. There were too many new questions floating about in your head, but you werenât really sure you wanted the answer to any of them for the time being. Perhaps it was simply best to let what happened remain in the past and simply move on.
As quietly as you could, you got up from the bed, cleaned yourself up, and dressed. You sheathed your weapons, avoiding looking at him as you prepared to leave. When your hand was on the doorknob, his voice stopped you.
âYou didnât kill me again,â he said. âShould I take that as an indication that you like me?â
You looked over at him, frowning. âAbsolutely not. Iâm serious, this was the last time itâll ever happen.â
âIâm not sure I can trust your word.â
You huffed, irritated. âWell, youâll have to. I intend to keep it.â
You yanked the door open, about to stomp outside, but you heard the creak of the bed as he sat up.Â
âYou know, Iâm going to be in Portofino in a few months. I heard itâs beautiful there in the summer, and I figured I could use a vacation.â
âAre you trying to make yourself an easy target?â
â...Maybe.â
âAnd if I decide not to hunt you down?â
He raised an eyebrow. âIf?â
You grimaced. âAll Iâm saying is donât get your hopes up. Iâm a very busy gal, I donât have time to play cat and mouse with you.â
âAnd whoâs who in that analogy, hm?â
You shook your head, rolling your eyes. âGoodbye, Duncan. Truce is over, do you hear me?â
âIâll see you in Portofino. Make sure you bring sunscreen.â
The door slammed shut behind you.Â
---ââ-
Part 2 out now!
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Star's Kinkvember list!!
requests are open babies!! This list is not finalized, things can change, send me a request if you'd like to see a certain kink with a certain special someone.
side note: these are for November, cause i wanted to October, but I'm late
TAG TIME: @harmshake @spookybitchdreams @thickbihhwitdagapp @urasunflower @whatdoeseverybodywant @lilucey @jstarr86
reply in the comments if you wanna be added to my taglist
how to request a kinkvember: send in an ask with a day, and a character. REMEMBER, these are only x reader.
Day 1: Oral sex; pairing (Jimmy Uso x reader) Day 2:bondage; pairing (Tama Tonga x reader)
Day 3: Spanking; pairing (Jey Uso x reader)
Day 4: Hair pulling; pairing (Damian Priest x reader)
day 5: Dirty talk; Pairing (Jey Uso x reader)
day 6: Blindfolds; pairing (Tyler Lockwood x reader)
day 7: toys; pairing (Jey uso x reader)
day 8:Lingerie; Pairing (Drew McIntyre x reader)
day 9: breast/ Nipple play; Pairing (Ludwig Kaiser x reader)
day 10:Handcuffs; pairing (Roman reigns x reader)
day 11: Biting; Pairing (Solo Sikoa x reader)
day 12: Discipline; pairing (Baron Corbin x reader)
day 13: Sex in public; pairing (Paul lahote x reader)
day 14:Mutual masturbation; pairing (unknown)
day 15: collar and Lead; pairing (unknown)
day 16:Masturbation;pairing (unknown)
day 17: Candle wax; pairing (Tama tonga x reader)
day 18:Rough sex; pairing (Emmett Cullen x reader)
Day 19: threesome; pairing (Jey Uso x reader x Damian Priest)
Day 20: face fucking; pairing (Rafe Cameron x reader)
Day 21: Domination; pairing (Tonga loa x reader)
Day 22: Vibrators; pairing (tama tonga x reader)
Day 23: Strap on; pairing (Rhea Ripley x reader)
day 24: Voyuerism; pairing (Damian Priest x reader)
Day 25: High heels; pairing (Roman reigns x reader)
Day 26: Cunnilingus; pairing (Tonga Loa x reader) Day 27: Squirting;pairing (Tama tonga x reader)
Day 28: Praising;Pairing (Simon Basset x reader)
day 29:Aftercare;pairing (Tonga Loa x reader)
Day 30: Choking; Pairing (Baron Corbin x reader)
Extra: Choking and mutual masturbation (Montgomery de la Cruz x reader)
Small reminder!!: any that say unknown are open to request, these will be FULL ONESHOTS, not blurbs!!
the characters open for this are:
Wrestling:Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, Damian Priest, Rhea Ripley, Drew McIntyre, Roman Reigns, Tama Tonga, Solo Sikoa, Andrade, Baron Corbin, Jacob Fatu, Randy Orton, Logan Paul, Ludwig Kaiser, Santos Escobar, and Tonga Loa.
Shameless: Kevin Ball, Mickey Milkovich.
Twilight: Jacob Black, Paul Lahote, Sam Uley, Edward Cullen, Emmett Cullen, Rosalie Cullen.
Outer Banks: Rafe Cameron, JJ Maybank, John B. Routledge, Sarah Cameron, Barry.
Bridgerton: Simon basset, Anthony Bridgerton.
Good Girls:Rio
The walking dead: Daryl Dixon, Glenn Rhee
Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam winchester, Castiel, Crowley.
Vampire Diaries: Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore (I'm a Stefan girlie) Tyler Lockwoof.
Fast and Furious: Dominic Toretto, Brion O'connor.
Heartstopper: Nick Nelson.
hamilton: Alexander Hamilton, Aaron Burr, Thomas Jefferson.
Criminal Minds: Aaron hotchner, Derek Morgan. 13 reasons why: Montgomery De La Cruz, Justin Foley, Zach Dempsey, Tony Padilla
Thats all my loves <3. Requests are ALWAYS OPEN. And you can always chat with me. Mwah <3
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BET? | Michael Kaiser
Advantage - Daniel Di Angelo
âIâll spend all my money on you âcause youâre worth itâ
Synopsis: You never planned on ending up at an illegal street race, yet here you are, dragged along by your best friend, whoâs determined to hook up with some hot guy. Meanwhile, all you wanted was a quiet night in, binging Netflix and avoiding drama. But as the engines roar and the crowd buzzes with excitement, your stomach sinksâyour eyes land on someone in the crowd of people; one of the racers, and itâs none other than your ex-boyfriendâs best friend. Michael Kaiser
TAGS & TWs- AGED UP CHARACTERS, AFAB reader, street racer!kaiser, sadist kaiser, face riding, car fucking, racer!au, racer kaiser, kaiser smokes, kaiser has a tongue piercing, car sex, p in v, exâs best friend, mentions of a non related character, use of yn (once), kaiser calls you âengelâ âmein schatzâ âprinzessinâ âbabyâ, kaiser smokes weed, use of weed, car sex, cunilingus, tit play?, ex boyfriendâs bsf, creampie, porn no plot?mentions of pregnancy?, intimate, kaiser is an asshole, heâs a playboy, size diff/if you squint, face sitting, NOT EDITED, more shit that i forgot to add, unprotected sex, slight fluff, teasing,grammatical errors, lack of vocabularyÂ
Characters- yn (reader), kaiser,
Fandom- blue lock
Words -5.1kÂ
A/N-READ WARNINGS!!! Kaiser birthday story, Christmas and new years, 3 in 1 đ. first time writing smut, kinda nervous đ.YALL TS IS NOT EDITED SO DON'T COME FOR ME. idk where this idea came from, this is kinda ooc kaiser so idk. Also the reader isnât cheating, she broke up with her bf. Btw this is soo long but itâs so worth it, trust. Idk what iâm talking about, just read it, itâll be worth your time! Once again, i canât write smut so idk, I'm bad at endings
âMia, I seriously hate you.â you grumbled as your childhood best friend dragged you across the asphalt, past the large groups of people and finally to your destination. You both stood in front of what seemed like a 100 or more cars with twice as many people surrounding the area.Â
âYou donât hate me, babeâyou love me," she teased with a mischievous grin, looping her arms around your waist before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.
"While youâre busy pouting under your storm cloud of despair, Iâm off to find myself a sexy man who knows how to handle me." Her laughter echoed behind her as she sauntered away, tossing you a playful air kiss over her shoulder.
Wow, really? She drags me here and leaves me?Â
You thought to yourself. But she was right, youâre already out of the house so you canât just sit around with a pissy face.Â
Deciding to look around the place, you sashayed down the tarmac, heels clicking and skirt swaying with the cool spring night breeze chilling your mostly exposed leg.Â
Despiste your unwillingness to go out, you still put effort into your outfit. A mini, low rise black cargo skirt, with a white g-string thong resting on your hip bones. As for the top, a black and white cropped bomber jacket with âferrariâ in bold letters written on it. It was zipped up but you were wearing a cute white lace bra underneath, matching the thong.Â
You swayed your hips, looking at the unique cars. Until something caught your eye, it wasn't a car but definitely something you could look at all night.Â
Micheal kaiser. Your exâs best friendâ exâs ex best friend? You heard they got into a fight over something but werenât sure if they were still friends or notâ almost as if he could feel your eyes on him, he tilted his head in your direction and it felt like every ounce of oxygen was sucked clean from your lungs.Â
You didnât break eye contact though. Fuck no, you werenât no pussy. No lie, he looked sexy, leaning against his detailed car, arms crossed, his eyes undressing you. His outfit, oddly similar to yours. Black baggy cargos paired with a grey-ish shirt and a red and black bomber jacket with random sponsors on the front and ferrari written on the back with the logo.Â
His blond and blue hair grazed his neck and complimented his dark fit.Â
His expression was blank but his eyes.. His eyes glaring at you with lust. Maybe he was making you a little nervous. Running a tongue across your bottom lip, you looked away from him but his gaze never left you. Watching your torso move with every step you took, the way your thighs were on display, looking like a full 5 star meal.Â
He pushed himself off his car, stalking your way.Â
A large arm came from behind, wrapping around your waist and pulling you against a hard chest. You flinched, eyes shot up to crash with piercing blue ones.Â
âLooks like we have an unexpected guest hereâ Kaiser smirked. Maybe you were imagining things but you could swear you felt his hand move lower down your exposed waist.Â
âKaiser, whatâre you doingâ your voice coming out more hushed than expected. He still heard you, over the blaring radio music and the chattering of people.Â
âWhaddya think i'm doing, engel?â he swiftly turned you around, pulling you in closer till your chest was squished against his hard muscles.Â
âThat's not answering my question.â biting back but that only seemed to add to his amusement.Â
âOh, i'm sorry, beautiful. Want me to spell it our for you?â you rolled your eyes, looking away.
âI wanna fuck you; you look breath taking, Engel. Wanna see what youâre hiding under these sexy clothes.â of course he did. Average player, walking up to good looking girls and saying they wanna fuck without shame. his lips brushed against your ears and even after knowing that⌠fucking god, those words went straight to your core.
âHave you no shame? You're asking your best friend's ex if she wants to be fucked by you.â
âSo you think you can have me so easily?âÂ
âHm, I can't?â he pouted like you actually hurt him, making you scoff
âBoy, please. I know my worth, especially after that good for nothing friend of yours.âÂ
âYou should, Engel because I only go after things that are priceless.âÂ
âAnd that fucker ainât a friend no moreâÂ
You let out a small laugh, looking up at him, feeling his hand move lower, tracing the curve of your ass, to the back of your exposed thigh. Giving it a tight squeeze.
âKai-â
âShh.. so, is that a yes?â
âAre you gonna race?â you questioned, trying to ignore the intruding presence of Kaiser's hand.Â
âYeah, why?â he tilted his head, confused.Â
âBecause. If you win.. I'm all yours, handsomeâ deciding to play along. your hand clutched the collar of his jacket, pulling him down until your lips were mere inches from his.Â
His eyes narrowed on yours, lips tilting up into a mischievous smirk.Â
âJust wait, Prinzessin. Youâll be mine before the end of the night and iâll have that tight pussy of yours swallowing my cock whole in the back of my car till sunriseâ he licked your bottom lip and if he couldnât get any hotter, you caught a glimpse of the little silver ball on his tongue making your breath get stuck in your throat.Â
You swallowed sharply, making him chuckle, landing a harsh slap on the back of your thigh making you yelp. Heat covered your face but also your pussy that was already soaked.Â
You pushed away from him, crossing your arms over your chest.
âGo win first, you playerâÂ
He chuckled at your reaction, walking past you but he stopped turning his head back
âI want you ready for my cock before I come back. Iâll show you what fucking means, that good for nothing ex of yours wonât compare, EngelâÂ
His face more serious, jaw clenched, before landing a light slap on your ass and walking away.Â
You rolled your eyes, whispering under your breath about how heâs so full of himself that heâll win.Â
What if he did win?Â
Not being able to help yourself, you bit your bottom lip. Adjusting your skirt, you sauntered over to the large line up of people that were screaming their lungs off.Â
fuck, why am I nervous now.. I already agreed on.. No, i initiated this bet.
You let out a breath, your gaze landing on Kaser's sleek Ford Mustang Shelby GT500, its black body accented with striking crimson red stripes. The car came to a smooth stop just shy of the white starting line, both the driver and passenger windows rolled down. One hand rested casually on the wheel, the other draped over the window's edge. His entire demeanor radiated easeârelaxed, almost effortlessly confident.
A few, maybe 6 or 7 cars parked beside him. A lexus RC f, mclaren, porsche and a handful more of cars which you couldnât name. He craned his neck, those endless blue eyes clashing with yours.Â
Itâs like this fucker always knows where i am.
He can spot you with such ease, it was scary. He revved his engine, not breaking eye contact. He seemed to be chewing something, gum perhaps? Â
His lips were set in a firm, unyielding line, but the slightest curve hinted at something deeperâdesire held in check.
A chill ran down your spine, making you break eye contact.Â
Looking around at the scenery, bright lights from the cars partially lit up the dark night in the middle of tokyo. The light reflected off the shiny clothes and glitter that some girls were wearing. It was quite beautiful, you couldnât lie.Â
Kaiserâs hand tightened around the steering wheel, relaxing back into his seat. His free hand reached down and adjusted his aching cock. Staring down at his tatted hand, he flexed his knuckles, looking back up at the road.Â
The air was thick with the scent of rubber and gasoline, the faint hum of the other cars vibrating the ground beneath his feet. He barely glanced at the others, all lined up in their brightly modified machines.
The feeling of competition, of raw power, surged through him as he shifted into position.
In the distance, a girl with blonde shoulder length hair, tiny ripped jean shorts and a cropped F1 shirt stood at the front of the line, her silhouette framed by the glaring headlights of the surrounding cars. She wasnât here for the race, but to make sure it went off without a hitch. The flag in her hand fluttered slightly in the wind, the only sign of calm before the storm.
You felt a little uneasy, with how she was eyeing everyone, especially Kaiser and he was looking back, but not with the same lustful expression he looked at you with.Â
She made eye contact with Kaser as she raised the flag high above her head, signaling the racers. His heart raced, but it wasnât from fearâit was anticipation. The entire world seemed to slow as the flag slowly dipped, her movements precise, measured.
The signal came.
The moment the flag dropped, Kaserâs foot slammed down on the gas pedal, the car shooting forward with explosive force. Tires screeched on the asphalt as he zipped past the other racers, the sound of roaring engines filling his ears. He didnât look back. The road ahead was all that mattered.
You gulped, watching closely at the speed Kaiser took off. Your stomach jumped and flipped with nervousness.Â
This wasnât exactly your first time watching a race but it was your first time watching someone you knew race.Â
The road was blocked off, and the course was clear, stretching in front of him like a ribbon of opportunity. He and the other six or seven drivers raced down the long, winding stretch of asphalt, their cars growling, tires gripping the ground as they hit the curves with precision. The streetlights above flickered in the distance, casting fleeting shadows as the cars tore through the empty streets.
You clutched the sleeves of your bomber jacket.Â
Youâll be mine before the end of the night
His words tainted your mind like stubborn dye.Â
if he wins.. Iâm hisÂ
The first turn was sharp, a quick swerve to the left, but Kaser was already in the lead. His car slid just inches away from the corner, his experience guiding him, his mind focused only on the road. Behind him, the sound of tires screeching echoedâsomeone was catching up.
A green car with decals neared Kaiser's, challenging him without words. Kaiser wasnât someone who said no to a challenge, ever.Â
You calmed yourself down, tugging at your jackets. The wind was only getting chiller but you felt hot, you were burning on the inside.Â
He was ahead, barely, but the green car with decals plastered across its hood and doors was closing in fast. Its engine snarled as it surged alongside him, inches away from his driver-side door.
The green car edged closer, forcing Kaiser to cut tighter into the turn. The tires screeched in protest, the Mustang hugging the curve with precision, but the green car matched him move for move. He risked a glance through his side mirror and caught a glimpse of the driverâa shadowy figure with a determined glint in their eyes. The bastard was pushing him to his limits.
Kaiser gritted his teeth, shifting gears to squeeze every ounce of power from the Mustangâs engine. The green car's front bumper inched closer, almost aligning with his. He could feel the heat of the rival engine, the vibrations from their near-collision rattling through his bones.
The finish line loomed ahead, a glowing strip marked by cheering crowds. The green car made its move, veering slightly toward Kaiser, trying to force him off his line. For a split second, the Mustang wobbled, a rare falter from its unshakable steadiness.
Kaiser eyed you near the start but also the finish line of the race. A menacing smirk grew across his lips.Â
He knew what he wanted and he would get it.Â
At the last possible moment, he tapped the brakesâa fraction of a second adjustment that let the green car overcommit to its attack. The rival swerved wide, losing its trajectory just enough.
Kaiser floored it, the Mustang roaring like a beast unleashed. The finish line surged closer, the crowd's shouts growing louder. The green car clawed back, its engine screaming in defiance, but Kaiser held his line.
With mere inches to spare, his Mustangâs nose crossed the finish line ahead of the green car. The crowd erupted as Kaiser eased off the gas, his breathing heavy but even. He threw a glance into the rearview mirror, catching the flash of frustration on his rival's face before smirking to himself.
Close, but not close enough.
He stepped out of the vehicle like the winner he was. Confidence surrounding him, and that cocky smirk back on his face.Â
A large group of guys and half naked girls ran up to him, surrounding him, while the other racers dapped him up.Â
The crowd swarmed him, a wave of cheers and congratulations filling the air, but none of it seemed to matter to him. His ocean-blue eyes cut through the noise and chaos, finding you effortlessly.
Running a tattooed hand through his silky styled hair, which brushed just past the nape of his neck, he moved toward you. Your heart raced, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through your veins.
Instinctively, you stepped back, but his hand shot out, gripping your wrist firmly. With a sharp tug, he pulled you into his chest, the sudden closeness stealing the breath from your lungs.
âNo congrats for me, Engel?â he murmured, his voice low and teasing. His fingers brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, the ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips.
You bit your lip, your gaze dropping to the crown tattooed on his hand. âWhy would you need a âcongratsâ from your prize?â you replied with a sly hum, the playful edge in your voice challenging him.
His eyes darkened slightly, narrowing as he placed both hands on your thighs with practiced ease. Before you could react, he lifted you effortlessly off the ground. Instinct took over, and your legs wrapped around his waist, anchoring yourself as you gasped in surprise.
âKaiser! What the hell!â you exclaimed, gripping his shoulders for balance. Your freshly done nails pressed into his skin, but he didnât seem to noticeâor maybe he just didnât care.
âShh, quiet, pretty,â he whispered, his voice dripping with amusement. âNow, arms around my neck.â
Reluctantly, you obeyed, the intimacy of the moment leaving you speechless.
His hand moved higher from your thigh to your ass, gripping it tightly.Â
Red painted your face, hiding yourself in the crook of kaiserâs neck.Â
âPeople are staring..â you mumbled against his cologne scented skin. It was hard not to breathe him in, especially when he smelled like addiction.Â
âLet them stare. I won you fair and square. No oneâs gonna stop me from enjoying my prize, right?â you could hear the devilish smirk in his tone. Some of his highlighted blue hair grazed your cheek.Â
âFuck baby, are you sure youâre wearing something under your skirt and those strings arenât just decoration?â he whispered against your ear, making you squirm in his hold. Slapping his back.
âDonât say such perverted things out loud, mihyaââ the words only got a laugh out of him.
âIf you think what iâm saying now is perverted, just wait âtill i have my way with youâÂ
Finally he started walking, pushing past the endless groups of people, his rough hands still on your ass like he owned it.
He placed you in the passenger seat, and he settled in the driverâs seat.Â
Barely a second passed before someone yelled a warning about the police. The crowd erupted into chaos, scattering like water to hot oil.
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40 minutes. Kaiser sped away from the cops, 15 minutes ago. He drove you both somewhere far and quiet. Serene and peaceful.
For the past 15 minutes, you were straddling his lap in the driver's seat of his Ford.Â
Slowly grinding down on him every few moments. His seat was pushed back, just enough. Those perfect lips of his wrapped around a blunt, he blew the smoke out in your face, watching you inhale it like a good girl.Â
His tatted hand rested on your side, upper thigh, your hip. His fingers gently caressed the skin, snapping the band of your thong whenever he wanted to pull you out of your daze.Â
The bulge in his cargos pressing up into your ass.Â
His head tilted back, eyes open just a slit, almost bloodshot red, a lazy grin plastered over his lips.Â
âKaiserâ you whined. Rubbing your wet pussy over his protruding bulge.Â
He slapped the side of your thigh, leaving a large red imprint of his hand.Â
Making you gasp, dropping your head down on his shoulderÂ
âPlease..â you begged, your voice breaking as you bit down on his inked skin.Â
âPlease what, Engel? Use your words, I know you can do itâ he cooed, rubbing the abused area.Â
He took a hit from the joint, holding the smoke in his mouth. He put out the joint, throwing it in the empty cup holder.Â
Kaiser pulled you back with your hair, cupping your jaw. He pulled you in, his lips a breath away from yours.Â
The car smelt like weed. The smoke that he held in his mouth was blown out into your parted lips.Â
He grinned as you moved your hips again.Â
You licked his bottom lip, tasting the remains of your cherry lip gloss on his lips.Â
From when he pulled you onto his lap and crashed his lips on you and sucked your oxygen out your lungs and bit your lip until you bled like a wild animal.Â
âI wanna ride your tongue.â You mumbled against his lips.
His eyes thinned, letting out a cruel chuckle.Â
âTell me, first..âÂ
âHm?â
âAm I better than that sorry excuse of a manâÂ
His face fell into a serious one. You knew exactly who he was referring to.Â
âSo much better.. In every way possibleâ mumbling against his lips.Â
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Tears streaked down your cheeks as your palms pressed firmly against the headrest.
Kaiser lounged in the fully reclined driver's seat, his broad frame at ease against the leather. His large hands rested on your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh with a firm yet deliberate touch.Â
You moved your hips sensually, the little cold silver ball on his tongue pressing up against your clit. He thrusted his middle and ring finger inside your clenching hole.Â
Advantage by Daniel Di Angelo played in the background, the music was only background noise because none of the lyrics reached your ears, only the sound of your moans and the sounds of him slurping and drinking you up.
âKaiser! O-oh fuck..â You rolled your hips onto his tongue wanting more and more, making him chuckle. A harsh slap landed on your ass making you whimper.Â
âYouâre fucking dripping down my hand, Prinzessin.â you stared down at him in a daze. Cheeks flushed red, lips swollen from being kissed too hard, knuckles turning white from the grip on the seat.Â
He moved his tongue back and forth. The tip of his tongue rolling against your clit and his fingers expertly working on your insides.Â
The slurping sounds nearly echoed in the car, he ate you out like a starved man. A man who hasnât been fed in weeks.Â
He teased your entrance with his tongue.
âLook at you, youâre pussyâs sucking my fingers in and now itâs asking for my tongueâ you could hear the grin that was plastered across his face. His voice was a little muffled so you thought you were suffocating him, trying to shift your weight but that only made him grip the back of your thighs harder, pulling you in closer.
âDonât.â was all he said before your exâs best friend went back to tonging you down. You let out a small moan, your mouth hanging open.
He had such a dirty fucking mouth and it turned you on more than anything.
Youâve always known Kaiser for being good at everything but who wouldâve thought he was just as good with his tongue and fingers as he was with his words.Â
âKaiser! Wanâna cumâ You pleaded, looking down at his face half covered with your pelvis.Â
âCum but donât whine about being overstimulated when i'm fucking youâÂ
Throwing your head back. You dug your nails into the car seat, finishing all over his mouth and fingers with a muffled scream.Â
The sadist under you just grinned, sucking up all your juices, fucking his tongue inside your pussy as his fingerâs were doing.Â
Your legs were shaking, thighs pressing either side of his head. He didnât stop, no. He only went faster, laughing at your reaction.Â
He wrapped both his hands around your thighs. Lifting you up and placing you on his lap. Sitting up and fixing the seat with him.Â
âGet in the back seatâ he didnât need to say more, you were already climbing off his lap and into the back seats, your back hitting the car door.Â
Kaiser followed after. He unbuttoned his jeans, unzipping and palming his raging erection through his black boxers.Â
On instinct you spread your legs open. Taking your jacket off, your shirt and skirt soon followed. You ran your fingers through Kaiser's hair, down his neck and pulling his bomber jacket off. Tugging at his shirt for him to remove that as well.Â
His hand traced down your stomach, around your waist, tracing up your spine and unclasping your bra single handedly. Leaning in, he pressed his lips against yours, nibbling your bottom lip, his lips were soft like silk and sweet like cherries.Â
You squirmed under his body, trying to shimmy out of your panties but he grabbed your wrist before you could.
âThey stay on.â he kissed his teeth, the moonlight hit his side, defining the curves and ridges of his well crafted face.
He pulled on the damp part of your thong, watching it snap against your clit
You whined out, arching your back. He smirked at your reaction, doing it a few more timesÂ
âSo sensitive for meâÂ
Your legs already felt like jelly due to your recent orgasm that you rode out on Kaiser's face.
âHow badly do you want it?â The asshole in front Of you hummed, latching himself onto your neck, leaving even more dark hickies and bite marks.Â
You whimpered, pulling at his silky strands.
âKaiser, i fucking hate you, i want it so bad, youâre so much better than my other man, please, please make me feel goodâ You rambled on not even noticing he had pulled his leaking cock out his boxers and lined it up against your entrance.Â
Before you could even utter another word, his entire length was inside of you in one quick thrust.Â
He groaned, saying something about how tight you were.Â
Your pupils rolled to the back of your head, tugging at the blonde hair on his scalp. He hissed probably due to pain but never told you to stop.Â
The sound of skin slapping echoed in the car, the car violently shook at his animalistic pace.Â
His small groans and your loud screams added to the mix of both his and your bodies stuck onto each other.Â
Kaiserâs hand massaged your soft body, from your thighs, hips to your waist. His eyes bloodshots and pupils dilated like heâs under a hex.
âSo fucking tight for me, engel even after all that tongue fuckingâ he wrapped both his hands around your waist, digging his thumbs into your stomach which had you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and dig your heels into his lower back.Â
âYou might end up pregnant if you do that shitâ he smirked, nibbling on your jaw making you roll your eyes.
âOh please, i'm on birth controlâÂ
âSo, can I cum inside?âÂ
You bit the sides of your cheek, looking up at him, it was hard to see his face as it got darker but you knew he was looking back.
A small nod and a hum of agreement was all he needed before he pulled back and thrusted into you with no remorse, kaiserâs pelvis flush against your skin. His pace was rough and fast with long thrusts.Â
The sound of his cock fucking you silly filled the idle but shaking car. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, while you cried out for him.Â
âMihya!! Fuck! Fuck! More, pleaseâ you begged for him as if he wasnât already inside of you.Â
âDo you hear that, baby?â he referred to the sound your soaking pussy was making as it swallowed his cock.
âSo wet fâme.. Imagine if your ex saw you like this. Taking every inch of his best friendâs cock. Heâd freak.â
He laughed like a menace, biting down on your collar bone. Your throat going dry from crying out and screaming Michael's name. Itâs like all the water from your body was emptied out, you felt thirsty but not for water.Â
Kaiserâs forehead glistened with sweat, his hands moved from your waist to your plump thighs, pushing them up to your chest, practically folding you in half.Â
Your pussy throbbed around his length.Â
âDoing so fuckinâ good for me, engel. You take it like such a good girlâÂ
He cooed, his voice raspy, you gripped the sides of the car seat, leaning up to sloppily kiss him.
âKaiser! D-donât stop-pâ the words coming out broken, like a sob. Tears rolled down your face as he thrusted inside you at an animalistic pace.Â
He put your legs on his shoulders, before moving down to take your nipples in his mouth and the other in his large hands. Rolling the tight bud between his fingers and the other has his teeth around it.Â
âYouâre a slut for my cock, baby. Look at how your going cross eyed and your tongue is hanging out.âÂ
âMakes me wanna ruin you, rearrange your inside, do everything no other man could do.âÂ
He growled against your skin. His words made your pussy spasm, tightening around his cock.Â
âKais- kai âm close.. So cl-closeâ throwing your arms around his neck, your nails scratching down his back.Â
He hissed, biting down on the nipple until a metallic taste exploded in his mouth. You whimpered, but he couldnât care less. He left hickies down your chest.Â
âHe could never fuck you like this, look at how you suck my cock inside, youâre fucking swallowing it whole, you dirty slut. I'm gonna cum so deep inside you.â
He groaned, his voice coming out muffled as he buried it in your neck.
âCum for me, engelâÂ
Kissing your neck, you cried out, tightening your grip around his neck, your pussy choked his cock which was all he needed to empty his load inside of you. A mere two or three thrusts had you painting his cock white.Â
A cruel smirk grew on his lip. He pressed his hand down on your stomach.Â
âCan you feel my cum inside you, y/nâ kissing the side of your lips, you let out a shaky breath, coming down from your high. Legs shaking as they dropped from his shoulders.Â
âYouâve gone silent.â he mumbled, his large body collapsing on top of you, making you groan.Â
âI'm recovering from the shock of how good your dick isâ your voice coming out slightly hoarse. âJesus, how bad was your man in bed?â he laughed, genuinely laughed at what you said.
âFucking horrible. I had to get off by myself every time. He would cum in 2 minutes and fall asleep. And he had a small dickâÂ
âFigures, i'm not surprised, he had a woman like you and fumbled so hard, he couldnât recover from this even 4 generations down the line.â
You giggled at how serious kaiser sounded, his head rested on your chest, his cock gone soft now but it was still inside you. As if to stop his cum from leaking out.Â
Wrapping both your arms around his neck, running a soft hand through his hair.Â
âYouâre sweatyâ
âSo are you, mihyaâ he smiled against your skin. Kissing your chest. The car fell silent and you swore the only thing that could be heard was your heartbeat.
âI can hear it.â
âHear what?â you mumbled, eyes feeling heavy
âYour heartbeat, it's fastâ
âThank god, i mightâve been dead without itâ
âpfft- really? Thatâs crazyâ
Once again it was silent. But it wasnât awkward. It felt⌠intimate.. More intimate than the sex. The way your fingers soothingly ran through his blond hair, his head resting on top of you, relaxing to the rhythm of your heartbeat.Â
âHey, mihya..â
âHmm?â
âHappy new yearsâ
It's like a spell was broken, kaiser got up, looking at you confused. Get sat up on his knees, between your thighs. Reaching over to the glove box and grabbing his phone to see the date and time.Â
00:10 (12:10A.M) Jan 1st, 2025
âFuck, howâd i not know today was new years eveâÂ
âWhat the fuckâ you deadpannedÂ
âHow can you not know the dateâÂ
He looked down at you, leaning in to kiss you, gently. Which caught you off guard but you kissed back, he licked your bottom lip, his piercing running along your skin. You trembled as he moved back.
âHappy new years, mein schatzâ
âWhatâs with all these nicknames, huh?âÂ
âSomeone as perfect as you needs all of them, not only oneâ laughing under your breath, you glanced up at him. The moment soon died when he pulled out of you, his cum dripped out your pussy which had you gasping at the loss of warmth.
âFucking hell- kaiser!âÂ
ââM sorry, engel, i had to pull out eventuallyâÂ
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Running 2 fingers along your folds, he shoved some of his cum back inside. Your eyes narrowed on him, only for him to laugh it off.Â
âTake me back to your placeâ
Kaiser leaned in, smirking against your ear.
âSo we can go for round 3?â
âNO, You animal!â Â
Š2025 wakasasawifee do not copy, modify or translate my work
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a note for you! : i do NOT write male reader! i only write for fem!readers. i apologize.
if you do not like my content, just simply block/ignore me!
please try to understand that i write kinda slow, therefore, things such as requests will take some time to come out of my draftsâŚ.
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you can call me mel! itâs not my real name, but for online purposes, just call me that! 8teen, asian ( cn + viet)
she likes ⌠: blue lock, jjk, her friends, iced matcha lattes, stuffed animals, bunnies, music, cats, clairo, black sesame drinks, lace
she doesnât like âŚ. : mean people, hate comments, etcâŚ
things i can write⌠: smut, sometimes fluff(?)
topics that i DO NOT write for are anything extreme like non-con, piss (squirt is okay), scat, yandere, drugs etc⌠(i do not wanna get into all that..)
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âi wanna ride!â (ride!)
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Happy B-DAY!!
Gift for @mcdonaldsnumberone. With all the smut ideas we had I ended up writing the fluff one with a hint of angst lol. Hope you like it and again; happy birthday!
Daughter of Athena!Reader x Son of Aphrodite&Ares!Yukimiya Kenyu.
Prompt: A is losing control/berserking, despite dangers, B rushes in to help. The fic starts when things have calmed down
Tw: suggestive but nothing happens, description of wounds and blood.
Kenyu still canât understand what really happened. First, he saw that damn son of Apollo, Kaiser, talking to you, and then blank, everything black, shouts of people he doesnât recognize and smoke, a lot of smoke.
âKenyu stop!â Your voice, finally a sound he could recognize.
âYou are a real idiot Kenyuâ Your voice breaks his trance. He is sitting on an old chair in his bedroom, sitting is a nice way to describe how slumped he is on it. His muscles scream and he hears a constant whistle in his ear; at least he has you in between his open legs patching him up.
He doesnât reply, he just looks at you and nods, his vision foggy and his broken glasses somewhere on the floor.
You sigh, your crush for him really makes you forgive his every action; at least you know your feelings are reciprocated. Because you know what pissed him so much. Kaiser really shouldnât have pushed him that far, kissing your cheeks so near your lips was a new addition to the established script. You got your answers but played a little too much with fire, you can already hear the future earful from your mother âNext time count to ten before bothering a hornetâs nest, even more if itâs the nest of a son of Ares...â
The room is silent while you clean his face from blood with a wet rag, your movements delicate on his beautiful face. Your chests go up and down, inhale and exhale, so near but so afar, your eyes full of sorrow, his chocolate ones filled with shame. You break eye contact, dropping the rag on the floor, face blank, Kenyu bites his lower lip âtill he breaks the skin âI really fucked upâ.
Your eyes meet again, one of his curls is now hiding his left eye so you gently brush it behind his ear, the sweet contact of your fingers makes Kenyu shivers.
He is so weak. And he so wants to kiss you.
Thankfully you do. Your soft fingers grasp his tense jaw and your lips meet. Itâs a soft contact and last way too little, but it is enough to make his heart sink, die, and be reborn. Your lips meet again, the contact is still soft and still last too little, no words exchanged just your breaths mingling with each other.
But it isnât enough. Like some pressure on his lips could satiate his hunger. He wants to gobble you up, Kenyu is gonna eat you entire with one bite.
He grips your thighs, his rough hands manhandling you in his lap, the apex of his tongue teasingly tracing your lips âLet me inâ and you do, obeying his silent order completely enhanced by his lips. He wants to feel your skin, he wants to share your warmth, he wants your breath, Kenyu wants you.
And you feel it, the desire to conquer you, his desire heavy in his breath and you absorb it like a sponge, feeling warmer and warmer at every lick of his tongue invading your mouth, at ease like it always belonged there, each sucks a shock that makes you tremble on his lap.
You feel so pathetic but so happy, the whirlwind of emotions fogs your brain even further.
âF-Fuck! Damn-â Kenyu breaks the kiss and his head goes backward, his face contorted in either frustration or pain, maybe both.
Kenyu wanted to lift you up, bring you to his bed have his way with you, but his muscles snapped, it hurts like crazy and he flops again against the chair.
Your surprise quickly dissipates, a smile gracing your face, you shine as the sun and Kenyu needs to close his eyes a little, still caressing your thighs up and down, the cotton of your pants soft, but heâs sure your skin would feel better.
âKenyu you need to rest-â He groans âWe have all the time in the world, we can continue when youâll feel better.â You kiss him again, soft as the first you shared, your arms around his neck, hugging him as delicately as possible.
âWe also have to tell Zeus what happened.â Kenyu groans louder under you, the sound makes you giggle like a fool.
âLater, now you only have to relax.â You lift up from his lap, helping him lay in his bed.
âSleep well, Iâll be here when you wake up.â
âYou better beâ Kenyu thinks, âwe have to catch up a lot of lost timeâ the last thought before he falls asleep like a baby.
#bllk x reader#blue lock x reader#bllk imagines#blue lock imagines#yukimiya kenyu#yukimiya x you#yukimiya x reader#greek god au
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Snow glazed donuts..
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ending!Duncan x romantic partner!reader [M4A]
note: there will be no smut here, I dont feel like writing one for my first tbh X). Camille exists here as your friend and you're Duncan's bf/gf. Same AU as the show, setting is right after the tragedy. PLUS. I am a beginner, Obviously I'm not so poetic for a writer. I think this'll be a short comforting ones instead of the heavy romantic soo.. Enjoy!
this story took place in the 2010's
After all the things Duncan went through, he managed to get a partner.. Never thought the Black Kaiser would get a romantic partner would he(?). Well to replace the word 'get' more like he 'found' one. Camille knows you too, matter fact you both blended quite well. Went grocery shopping together, maybe even watch or take pictures of animals while Duncan watches from afar.
The activity today was done, you head back to his car and put all the groceries in the backseat. Seeing Duncan pay for his groceries made you wonder, where did he get all those money?.. Scratch that, your mind went through a way different path. goddamn he's so fine. you thought to yourself.
When he turn back to the entry door, you snapped back to reality. Distracting your gaze to the car control, stabbing the aux cable to your music player. Playing your favorite artist, it was laggy at the start and finally the speakers played lady gaga.
"I know that we are young, and I know that you may love me. But I just can't be with you like this anymore-"
The intro part of Alejandro, by lady gaga in her album The fame monster.
"You're dramatic." He muttered as he entered the drivers side. His eye patch slipping up a little bit give you the urge, to tug it down and fix the position.
From your eye he already knew what you're up to. He fix it and shrugs. What a wonderful man.
You look at the time. 18:19. Not bad.. You look at the sky and its a Shade of peachy orange and pink. or some stupid buffoon will say golden hour, which isn't precisely golden hour right now.
Your stomach rumbled from hunger, before he spoke the usual, 'You're hungry.' You decide to outrun his mouth before he interrupts.
"I'm hungry." - "You're hungry."
You both spoke at the same time. The old man ket out a low chuckle, you can hear it that came from his chest. compared to yours, to the soft spoken words and giggles.
He lower down the speeds down and asks, "Want sone donuts?"
"No, I'll get fat." You replied, he parked anyway and looked at you.
"No you don't." His face the usual, and he cocks his eyebrows.
He watch you pinch your belly, the soft plump you got on your lower stomach. He sighs showing his slight frustration from the comparison. He pinched his belly too and he is much bigger than yours.
"Look. One or two donuts wont get you fat. plus those are enough to fill your stomach since you dont eat like a builder's portion." He added and tilt his head.
You didn't give a single reaction and just look at him. "Alright."
He pulls out from the parking space and you immediately stop him. "No!- no- no- no no no-. I want some donuts." You cuts and he stops, he only move the car a few inch but enough to tell like we're about to leave.
"there you go." He said and you unbuckle your safety belt. So as he, You went down and looks at all the sugar. The toppings, glaze, and the warm looking donuts that made your mouth water.
As you both entered the store, the warm air conditioner embraced you both, rising your body to a comfort temperature. Its still snowing here, Thick, layers are still on the surface. We're surrounded by broad mountains, of course there will be snow.
You look at the display case, where they warm the freshly fried donuts and toppings. Duncan already chose which he wants to buy, plain and caramel, and a coffee. While you were gazing out to the toppings.
Your worry lingers as you kept staring at the glaze. Theres another side of you thats scared of sweets, cause it may ruin how you look. And theres another one that makes you happy. Its a great dilemma to you.
"A few wont hurt. Come on. Pick." He spoke, his voice soothes you. Bringing comfort and reassurance.
"right.. one with vanilla glazing and the other with the jelly filling.." The woman packs four donuts for you and while your pulling out your wallet for a card, Duncan. Beats you again. He's too fast and he always pay stuff for you.
"Dont worry. just get the donut." He spoke, a slight dissapointment crossed you face. Oh you wanna pay soo bad he didn't let you. How cute.
You proceed to grab the box you grab one in the process. Biting one while both of you walk to a nearby table.
till the time you both sit down and relax. You can see the sun sink behind the Mountain, really slowly. You look at Duncan and he bop his head up. Your eyes darts up to the sign.
"Dunkin Donuts.." You muttered.
He wondered what were you thinking about.
"Dont you think it rhymes? Dunkin and Duncan." He chuckles and shake his head.
"I dont know." He said then repeats it.
You both sit there as the snow falls down. A snowflake fell on your donut. Now your donut looks like a snow. You kept it to yourself and eats them anyway. Probably heading home as soon as it gets dark. You take a sip at the coffe, the warmness spreading through your chest remind you of how Duncan hugs you.
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I should learn to put more in depth explanation xwx. I appreciate that you reached this part of the story, which is the end. Thankyou!! Love ya. toots.
#duncan vizla#m4a#mads mikkelsen#x reader#comfort#fluff#short fanfic#short story#polar#netflix#lady gaga#peepaw#amazing boyfriend#hannibal
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200 followers event <3
request: tropes/aus (or combined) + type + character + form through ask! (under the cut): ie. au #1 & trope 9 by rin + angst + rin + drabble + a bit of the plot you want !!
closed on 10 november (tentative) : fics will be under #rin200.event<3
a/n: thank you so much everyone for liking n reading my fics during these few weeks ever since i uploaded my first fic!! it has been a journey especially with exams and all but its all worth it knowing that people do read my fics and like it !! please please know that i really appreciate your support and all the interactions with my fics n that i read all of them n it makes my day every single time<3 ok ok enough yapping but rlly send me asks/message me anytime (even tho i might not reply on time because of school but ill do my very best!!)
trope: (usually set in bllk/school au: can specify others from au list!)
1. opposite personality
2. black cat x golden retriever
3. second chances
4. secret relationship
5. love language (ie. acts of service)
6. first love
7. the one that got away
8. childhood friends reunion
9. unrequited love
10. sickness
11. injuries
12. unconsciously becoming more like each other
13. miscommunication
14. dates (choose an location!)
15. photographs
16. matching
17. sharing items
18. gaming together (choose a game!)
19. long distance relationship/friendship
20. jealousy
21. sacrificing smth (ie. happiness) for other sake
22. cringefailure x cringefailure
23. pining (mutual/onesided)
24. valentines
au: (u can specify the roles of reader & character ^^)
1. royalty au
2. streamer au
3. celebrities au
4. robot/android au
5. self aware au (in a game) au
6. otome game au
7. hire a boyfriend au
8. hospital au
type
- fluff
- angst (with/without comfort)
- comfort
- crack
characters i write for! (bolded r most comfy but idm trying others in the list ^_^ + you can ask up to 3!)
- itoshi rin
- reo mikage
- nagi seishiro
- itoshi sae
- alexis ness
- bachiara meguru
- michael kaiser
- shouei barou
form
- headcanons
- drabbles (shorter: 1/>1 character)
- one shot (1 character)
no-no
- smut/nsfw (ok! with suggestive ie. making out)
- more in-detail yandere/dark content (ie. kidnapping) (ok! with thoughts but no action tysm)
- anime-like character inspired reader (ie. venti!reader) : i donât think ill do it justice sorry TT
- character x character: only reader x character (just personal preference)
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stuff i wonât write: race/ethnicity! reader, male! reader, incest, step-cest, piss/poop/fart/vomit kink, non-con (dub-con is ok), gang bang/orgies (3somes are ok), and (in nsfw/smut terms) pregnant! reader(breeding/mommy/daddy kinks are ok) | (i may add more stuff in the future, it really just depends)
stuff i do write: fluff/nsfw/angst, fem! reader, gn! reader (fluff/angst only)
iâll do any character so long as i know them, feel free to ask about any character!! (even if they arenât listed down below)
i can do drabbles, headcannons, and oneshots
if you are requesting one shots, i would prefer that youâre specific with what you want. itâs easier for me to write that way
please do not rush me if you send in any request, my life does not revolve around writing and sometimes i am very busy.
also, please do not be mad/send hate if i donât end up doing your request. sometimes i just donât find motivation or i just simply canât find a way to write your request.
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JUJUTSU KAISEN: gojo, geto, choso, yuuji, megumi, yuuta, toge
HAIKYUU: kageyama, tsukishima, nishinoya, hinata, kenma, sugawara, oikawa, kuroo, miya twins, yamaguchi, bokuto, akaashi, iwaizumi, sakusa, kita, suna, lev, kunimi, kyotani, tendou, semi, goshiki
BLUE LOCK: bachira, kurona, nagi, barou, itoshi brothers, shidou, isagi, kaiser, chigiri, kunigami, reo, sendo, oliver, hiori, karasu, raichi, niko, otoya, yukimiya, tokimitsu
ATTACK ON TITAN: eren, armin, connie, jean, levi, reiner, bertie (irdk how to spell his name)
DEMON SLAYER: tanjiro, zenitsu, inosuke, genya, douma, akaza, giyuu, sanemi, rengoku, uzui, obanai
BUNGO STRAY DOGS: dazai, atsushi, chuuya, akutagawa, ranpo, tachihara, tecchou, sigma
ONE PIECE: luffy, zoro, sanji, ussop, law, ace, sabo, koby
TOKYO REVENGERS: kokonoi, mikey, chifuyu, baji, mitsuya, izana, draken, shinichiro, kawata twins, takemichi, kazutora, haitani brothers, sanzu, inui, hanma, kisaki, akkun, kakucho
BLACK CLOVER: asta, yuno, magna, luck, gauche, finral, litch, leopold, nozel, fuegoleon, rill, klaus, zora
PJO: i havenât written much pjo stuff so i donât know which characters iâm comfortable doing and which i canât seem to write so feel free to request any character and iâll see what i can do (pls do not rush or be mad if i donât end up doing your request)
(may add or delete characters in the future)
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I WANT A WHALE COCK â THAT MOBY DICK !
welcome to bunnie's porn collection , , , !
MARVEL â . .
sucking awf clint barton / hawkeye :3
black widow / hawkeye smut headcanons! (seperate!)
ohh older!bucky, the man you are... (*â§ĎâŚ)
lin lie can't help but masturbate to you . / audio Ă visual /
BLUE LOCK â . .
kaiser eats out ur sensitive pussy >:3c
shidou fucks your adorable face ! >//<
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Tender
Also on AO3
Pairing: Duncan Vizla x Fem!Reader
WC: 4.2k words
Summary: based on this blurb of Duncan saving you after your car crashed near his cabin during a snowstorm. He nurses you back to health and you wait out the storm with him, growing closer with each passing day.
Warnings: angst (light), a little instance of whump (car accident, sickness), fluff, mutual pining, lovey dovey smut, unprotected p in v (dont do it at home), aaand honestly i think thats it! But lmk if anything else!
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Everything had been a blur at first. The dark, winding roads that your high beams could barely break through. The unforgiving flurries of snow that enveloped your car, almost turning it into a glistening white tomb. The fear, the sobbing, and the pleas for your stupidity to be forgiven.Â
Ironically, it was the crash that saved you. Nothing deadly, of course, given how slow you were driving. But it was still enough to give you whiplash, your sense of survival numbing you to anything else.
The chill seeped to your very bones as you pulled yourself out, looking around at your dark, unfamiliar surroundings. A sea of nothing⌠and then there was another beacon of light, off in the distance. You could weep with joy if youâd been able to.
Stumbling there had seemed eternal, perhaps punishment for putting yourself in that situation in the first place. You fell once or twice, still disoriented, but you didnât rest until you reached your destination â an old cabin, with only one of the porch lights on. It had to be fate.
You barely remembered actually getting there, much less knocking on the door. But suddenly there was a tall, rugged man in the doorway, disheveled in a way that indicated heâd just woken up. The sight of you gave him a momentary pause, but then he ushered you inside.
He sat you before the fire and brewed tea for you, worried at your lack of speech. Heâd tried asking questions without much luck, and in the end, all you could give him was your name. Warmth returned to you slowly after that, reaching your extremities last. Clarity was still far from your mind, though, especially as the warmth turned into a fever.Â
He nursed you all through the night, driven by a sudden protective streak. Truthfully, the whole thing had been a whirlwind, leaving him with more questions than answers. Still, even if you were a stranger that he couldnât yet absolve from suspicion, he couldnât just leave you as you were.Â
Heâd tucked you into his bed, adding an extra blanket on top, and sat on a pillow beside it. He kept a cold compress on your forehead, trying to keep the fever from worsening. It had been strange at first, taking care of someone other than himself. The sight of you, with a feverish pallor and shuddering so hard your teeth clacked, was piteous.Â
Many times in the past, whether or not someone lived had been a decision he had to make, but this wasnât the case. Nothing had ever made him feel more helpless, not knowing what else he could do to keep you going. It made his heart squeeze with anxiety, strangely enough.
You murmured things in your sleep he couldnât quite understand, restlessly tossing and turning. That reassured him that at least you werenât slipping away. A part of him couldnât help but find it fascinating.Â
He had been living alone out there for a long time, not having much of a chance for this sort of human interaction. And when he did have a chance to interact with others, well⌠It wasnât exactly to be a tender caregiver.Â
By the time morning came and a thin, watery light filtered in through the windows, he had fallen asleep slumped against the bed. His head was resting near one of your hands, and when you woke up, you noticed your fingers were woven through his graying locks.Â
You blinked, trying to comprehend the sight. Without moving, your eyes darted around as you tried to gather your bearings. A piercing headache made you wince, but still, some memories of the previous evening floated back to you.Â
You hadnât gotten a proper chance to take a look at your savior before, but from what you could tell he was strong and muscular under his winter clothes. He had a thick mustache and salt-and-pepper stubble, but you couldnât see all of his features very well from that angle.
Slowly, so as not to disturb him, your hand retreated from his hair. Still, he woke up immediately, lifting his head. Your eyes met as you two froze, unsure of how to proceed.
âU-um⌠Hi,â you said, your voice raspy and weak.Â
âHello,â he said, clearing his throat. âHow⌠How are you feeling?â
âAlive, but just barely. Kinda loopy⌠like Iâm still in a dream.â
He stood up, both wanting to put some distance between you and wanting to be helpful. He clenched and unclenched his fists nervously.Â
âCan I get you anything?â
âMaybe some water, please, umâŚâ you stared at him, prompting.
âDuncan,â he said, realizing he hadnât had the chance to tell you.Â
âDuncan,â you repeated. âUm, well this is an interesting situation. Iâm really sorry about, you know, almost dying at your doorstep.âÂ
He huffed in amusement, one of the corners of his full lips pulling up in a faint, relieved grin. He was very handsome, you decided, taking in his dark eyes, slightly crooked nose, and chiseled jaw. A little weathered perhaps, but that only added to his look.Â
You hoped that, in contrast, you didnât look just as horrible as you felt. But that had to be the least of your worries at that moment. First thing on the list was making sure you recovered and were able to continue on your way after.
âItâs all good, Iâm just glad you didnât actually die,â he said. âIâll try to make sure it stays that way.â
You nodded gratefully. He went over to the kitchen and brought back a glass of water. You painstakingly sat up on the bed and downed it all in one go, not having realized you were absolutely parched. He got you another one, but this time he tried to get you to drink it slowly.
âAny better?â He asked, brows slightly furrowed. âI could make you some food, too, if youâre hungry.â
âI want to help,â you said, starting to push the covers off of yourself.Â
Your aching muscles made you wince, grimacing, and he set a tentative hand on your shoulder to stop you. Then, realizing his actions, his hand quickly retreated.
âItâs, er, no trouble. Probably better for you to conserve energy. Do you like oatmeal?â
You nodded, still unsure. âAre you sure? I have troubled you so much alreadyâŚâ
âItâs okay, really,â he insisted. âI did just tell you Iâd make sure to keep you alive, didnât I?â
His attempt to lighten the mood was punctuated with a small, awkward grin, which you found incredibly charming. You relaxed a little at that, smiling sheepishly in return.
âAlright, but as soon as Iâm better, you canât stop me from helping.â
ââââââââââ
In the next couple of days, your health began to improve. Your fever finally abated on the third night, and by the next morning, you were up and about. You kept your promise about helping around the place, and there truly was nothing Duncan could do to stop you.
Heâd thrown your clothes in the washer while you showered, so you had to wear one of his large flannel shirts. It reached past your knees, and you had to fold the sleeves back a few times, but it was very comfortable otherwise.Â
You shooed him away while you made breakfast, insisting it was your turn to treat him. It was the least you could do after everything.
He sat in his armchair, the book on his lap forgotten as he covertly watched you move around the small kitchen. He was fascinated by the domestic image, never having thought he could attain it. Already you breathed life into the cabin, smiling and humming softly to yourself, feeling better than you had felt in a long time.
Youâd grown closer in those past days, talking whenever you were awake. He had already ruled out any suspicion and was willing to be more open with you. He didnât speak much about his job, though, and heâd deeply appreciated you not pushing the subject.
You had your own secrets to keep, after all, and you understood the importance of oneâs personal privacy. You were still strangers, even if you owed him your life. Beyond that though, you felt comfortable with him, safe. Despite his tough seeming exterior, he was a softie underneath, and not to mention a gentleman.Â
You couldnât help being drawn to him, and it seemed he couldnât help but be drawn to you in return. He was a little better at being subtle about it, though, especially since he didnât really know what to do about what he was feeling.
âHow do you like your eggs?â You asked, glancing at him over your shoulder.
He cleared his throat, shaking his head a little to snap himself out of his thoughts.Â
âEr, scrambled or fried, whatever you prefer,â he said, picking his book back up only to read the same sentence over and over again.
You chuckled softly, noticing the tips of his ears had gone red. When you finished cooking, you served him at the small dining table and sat across from him. You heard the distant howl of wind outside the window, but the storm didnât seem to be nearly as bad anymore.Â
âThink it should die down in a couple more days, right?â You said.
Duncan glanced out of the window and thought for a moment. âYes, I think so. Winterâs been harsher this year.â
âItâs what we get for living so far up north, I guess,â you sighed. âI live in Triple Oak proper. Small apartments donât really have the best heating. I have a lot of blankets, though, so that helps some.â
âYou live by yourself?â He asked before he could think about it.
You nodded, moving your food around your plate nervously. âYeah, kind of recent, but it was a long time coming.â
He grunted in response, turning back to his food. He would always return the courtesy of not pressing, and you were infinitely thankful for that too.Â
The two of you ate in silence for a moment, and you snuck a glance at him. There were no signs in the cabin that anyone else had lived there for a while, but you could never be too sure.Â
âI donât want to presume but⌠youâre not exactly waiting for more company either, are you?â You tried to sound as casual as possible despite the embarrassment of asking in the first place.
âNo,â was all he said, and again you left it at that.Â
âDo you ever get scared a bear might get you out here?â You asked instead, changing the subject.
He chuckled. âNo, but I have seen some around a few times. We mostly stay out of each otherâs ways.â
You blinked. âMostly?âÂ
âWell, I canât just let them rummage through my trash cans.â
You could be a bear yourself, the size that you are. The thought came into your mind unbidden, and you felt your face heat up. It would be a lie to say you hadnât checked him out more than once. Or thought of his strong arms enveloping you, your fingers running through his hairâŚ
You took a shaky sip of coffee, trying to remain composed. To your luck, he didnât seem to notice.
âIt has definitely been nice having some company,â he said softly, not looking at you.Â
âYeah, I think so too,â you said with a small smile. âCrazy as it was⌠It was really good to meet you, Duncan.â
He smiled in return, glancing up. There was something between you, some sort of energy, that felt inevitable. It was all just a matter of when, and based on the fact that you couldnât really leave the cabin, well⌠The clock was ticking.
When you finished eating, you cleaned up as he went to build a fire in the hearth. You insisted on helping with some other chores, like cleaning up the mess that the cabin had become in just a couple of days.Â
You wished you could open the windows and let some fresh air in, but that would have to wait until the storm had subsided. The two of you worked in different sections of the cabin for the next few hours, getting a lot more done in a lot less time.
Once you were finally done, you slumped down before the fire. Duncan sat next to you, leaving a respectable distance between you. You wanted to tell him you wouldnât bite if he sat any closer, but you werenât brave enough to be that forward yet.Â
âWe kinda make a good team, donât we?â You said, leaning back and stretching your legs in front of the hearth.
He nodded, glancing at you sideways. His eyes were drawn down to the smooth expanse of your bare legs, the orange light of the flames flickering over them. He swallowed hard and looked away, willing himself to keep it together.Â
You inched closer to his side until your hands were barely touching. He tensed a little at the contact, but didnât move away. His heart started pounding in his chest.Â
âIt really is pretty cozy in here,â you said, sighing contentedly. âIâm definitely going to miss it when I go back home.â
âYou may stay as long as you need,â he said, internally dreading the moment of your parting.Â
âThatâs very sweet of you, but I wouldnât want to overstay my welcome⌠I kind of feel like I already am.â
âNot at all,â he said resolutely, frowning slightly. âBut even so, you may also visit whenever, my door will always be open to you.â
âBonded for life, huh?â you teased, playfully bumping his arm with yours.
He huffed in amusement. âSomething like that.â
You glanced down at your hands and ever-so-slowly, you hooked your pinky over his. Your entire face felt warm, and for a moment you thought he might pull his hand away⌠but he didnât.
âIâll definitely take you up on it,â you murmured, grinning wryly. âYouâll get sick of me coming around so much.â
He shook his head. âI donât think I could.â
In a moment of supreme boldness, he decided to wrap his arm around your shoulders. He brought you closer to his side, making your breathing hitch. He was warm and smelled faintly of pine needles and cigarette smoke. You leaned your head against him.
âItâll be pretty quiet around here without you, thatâs for sure,â he added, resting his chin on the top of your head.Â
Your heart hurt for him then. You wanted to help him not feel so lonely, to show him the same tenderness and care he had shown you â which you both so desperately needed. You pulled back slightly to look at him, your faces inches apart. You searched each otherâs eyes for something â perhaps confirmation â and it was yours that flicked to his lips first.Â
âU-umâŚâ you breathed, not entirely sure of what to say.
Turns out, you didnât need to say anything. He leaned in, gently cupping your face with his free hand, and his lips met yours. It was just an experimental peck first, but when your mouth sought his again, it became a proper kiss. You melted against him, clinging onto his sweater as your lips parted to give his tongue access.
You kissed for what seemed like an eternity, unrushed, just enjoying the feeling of one another. He pulled you onto his lap and you wrapped your arms around his neck. His large hands had settled on your hips, inches away from the bare skin of your legs.Â
Then you pulled back, dazed and panting, leaning your forehead against his. Your heart was beating fast, thumping against his chest. You tucked some hair away from his face and gazed at him for a moment.
âSorry if I took you by surprise,â you whispered with a sheepish grin. âI just⌠really wanted to do that.â
âNot as much as I did,â he joked, wrapping his arms around your waist.Â
You raised an eyebrow, amused. âOh, but you were just waiting for me to make a move first, werenât you?â
âMaybeâŚâÂ
The two of you laughed, and there was a giddy feeling in your chest. The look on his face was earnest and hopeful, but there was something there that told you he still couldnât believe it was happening. You cupped his face, gently stroking his cheeks with your thumbs.Â
You bit your lip to contain a grin. âDo you want to do it again?â
âYou donât even need to ask,â he said, seconds before he pulled you back in.Â
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Later that night, as you were starting to settle in for bed, you watched as Duncan grabbed stuff to sleep on the couch once again. You were internally debating whether or not to say something, but your desire for more overrode your doubts.
âUm, DuncanâŚâ you said, fidgeting with the edge of the blanket nervously. âDo you want to maybe⌠share the bed tonight? I feel so bad about forcing you to sleep uncomfortably.â
He stopped mid motion and looked over at you. âAre you sure? I donât mind at all.â
You nodded all too eagerly. âYes, of course. Plus, it gets pretty cold when the fire dies out, and I wouldnât mind sharing some heatâŚâ
He was visibly affected by that, his spine straightening. Once more he swallowed hard, mouth opening and closing as he tried to find the right words.
âY-yes, youâre right. I-I wouldnât want you to freeze,â he said, nodding.
He carried his stuff over to the bed, sitting on the mattress hesitantly. You slipped inside the covers, lying on your back. Your eyes were beguiling as he glanced back at you, desire glittering in them. He slipped in beside you slowly, painstakingly making sure there was a little space between you.Â
He wasnât entirely sure what to do, many different instincts warring within him. He didnât want to seem like he was pressuring you to do more. Kissing was all you had done earlier, despite the fact that your hands had wandered some over each otherâs clothed bodies. Â
In the end, he shut the lights off, leaving the room only faintly illuminated by the fire in the hearth. You pressed closer to him and he wrapped an arm around you as you rested your head on his chest. Your warmth against him was intoxication, and he had the urge to curl his body around yours.
âGoodnight,â he said softly.
âGoodnight,â you replied, wrapping an arm around his midsection.Â
But in the still, quiet darkness, neither of you went to sleep. You lied there, expectant, hyper aware of his nearness and his smell and the comforting heat emanating from him. He was in the same position, tormented by it. Your fingers involuntarily traced lazy circles on his chest, and in response, one of his hands traced up and down your spine.
You let out a pleased hum, thoroughly enjoying his touch. His body shifted, and when you couldnât take it anymore, you lifted your head so you could look at each other. And then you kissed him, slowly once again to start.Â
But soon enough, the kiss grew needier, more ferocious. Teeth and tongues and lips clashing together, intent on devouring. With a shaky hand, you began to undo the buttons of the flannel shirt he had given you, and soon his hands touched skin instead of fabric. He groaned into your mouth then, already far too gone.Â
âCan I?â he husked, wanting to see more of you.
You nodded and he pushed it off of you, an agonized look on his face as he took in your form next to him. His hands didnât know where to go next, but his eyes lingered on your heaving chest â or, more specifically, the swell of your breasts. Gently, you took his wrist and guided them there.Â
âGod, youâre beautiful,â he murmured, kissing you once more.Â
You could feel something insistently pressing against your hip, and you realized he was hard. A whimper escaped your throat and you arched against him as his hands continued their exploration. One of them ghosted past your ribcage and lingered in your abdomen, the tips of his fingers maddeningly close to the hem of your underwear.Â
âDuncanâŚâ you sighed as he pulled away to kiss your jaw and down the column of your throat.Â
âDo you want me to take care of you?â he asked against your skin, making you shudder.
âYes,â you pleaded. âYes, but I want to touch you, too.â
âTouch me wherever you like.â
His hand continued its slow trail south, and you lifted your hips to let him take your panties off. Your legs spread for him eagerly, and you brought your hand down to palm his erection over his briefs. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, hips bucking against your touch.Â
He let out a tortured sound as his fingers finally found purchase, finding you soaked already. His fingers slid through your folds with ease, but his touch was gentle and exploratory. You gasped, mewling desperately. You continued to touch him in turn, both excited and intimidated by the size and girth of him. You slipped your hand beneath the hem, wanting to touch the velvety skin of it.
âTake these off,â you murmured, tugging at the hem.
He pulled them off his hips and kicked them the rest of the way off. Your fingers curled around the shaft, pumping slowly. His lips found yours again sloppily, a moan low in his throat. His fingers circled your clit, making you jerk against him. Once he found a rhythm that you seemed to really like, he held you to him as you bucked and writhed, nearing your orgasm.
âDonât stop,â you choked out, muscles taut as a bowstring.
And in a matter of seconds, you shattered under his expert ministrations. A flint sparked low in your belly, spreading outward in waves of pleasure. You clung to him with a cry, lest you became unmoored. Â
âJust like that,â he encouraged, kissing the corner of your lips. âLet go for me.â
His movements did not stop until you gripped his wrist from overstimulation. Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest in the aftermath. You gave him a piteous, agonized look, begging him for more.
âI need you inside me,â you whimpered. âI-I canât take it anymore. I need you close.â
He didnât need any more convincing, adjusting your bodies and sliding over you. Your knees drew up beside his hips and he spat down on his cock, spreading it by pumping it in his fist. The head of it teased through your folds, coating itself in your arousal, and then he was slowly pushing inside of you.
You reached up and clung to the corner of the pillow under your head with one hand, mouth slack with all the sensations the stretch brought. Your name slipped past his lips deliriously as he fucked into you shallowly, letting you get used to him. More of his weight leaned on you, and you trembled under him like a doe pinned by the jaws of a mountain lion.
âF-fuck⌠Youâre b-big,â you panted. âFeels s-so fucking good.â
He moaned near your ear, the cant of his hips becoming longer, his length slowly drawing back before sliding back into the hilt. Your wanton moans ascending in a rhythmic spiral were like music to his ears. He was hypnotized by the way your breasts bounced with each thrust, and the way you were clenching around him so sweetly, sucking him back in⌠It was all rapidly leading him to the edge.Â
âYou feel like heaven,â he husked, his voice soft and dreamlike.Â
You lost yourselves in each otherâs bodies, making it last as long as possible. He reached down between you and slicked his thumb over your clit in time with his thrusts. Pleasure mounted once more, to the point where you were practically yowling like a wildcat. You couldnât even form a sentence, your mind clouded over in a haze of ecstasy.
Your knees pressed against his sides as you came even harder than before. He came soon after with a rough groan, leaning his forehead against yours. He remained fully sheathed inside of you, not wanting to separate for even a moment, despite your sweat slicked skins sticking together.Â
You let out a winded chuckle, awash in endorphins, and he smiled beatifically. He tucked your hair away from your face and took a long look at you, as if committing you to memory. He had never seen anyone so beautiful before, and not to mention sweet as honey. Maybe it had been fate that you ended up there, fitting so perfectly in his arms.Â
âWould you⌠Maybe consider staying a little longer?â He murmured, touching the tip of his nose against yours.
You nodded, your smile taking on a playful edge. âI think that can be arranged⌠As long as youâll have me.â
At that moment, if it were up to him, then he would have you stay for good. But for now, he was content with taking it one day at a time.Â
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#duncan vizla x reader#the black kaiser x reader#duncan vizla x you#duncan vizla smut#the black kaiser fanfiction#duncan vizla fanfiction#polar fanfiction#minors dni
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âââ đNIMES
Blue lock;
Bachira Meguru ;
jealousy
which, your boyfriend is jealous of your friend and punish you !! Male reader, male anatomy, smut, jealous! Bachira.
NAGI SEISHIRO ;
Lazy sex ;
in which, in the morning nagi felt quite arosed and desiring, watching his s/o sleep. Male!reader, fem & minor dni, morning sex, lazy nagi as always. anon request, aged up! Nagi, smut, rushed !!
MICHAEL KAISER ;
Heated argument
Which a heated argument lead to a rough sex , nsfw, what blabla
BSD ;
â°â⤠PORT MAFIA ;
chuuya nakahara ;
A wild night
after a hard day for both you, you prepare dinner and the reader get himself to drunk and horny. Blow job, riding, anatomy isnât mentioned I think.
BSD MEN ;
I love you ; Chuuya, Dazai, Fyodor
bsd men ; whatâs their fav things to do with their lover ? gn reader, might be hinted male. Established relationship, can be imagine as bf or husband.
PUELLA MAGI ; Chuuya, Dazai
which Chuuya, Dazai with someone whoâs like mami tomoe & kyouko sakura from puella magi. headcanon, gn reader, ooc for chuuya and non-consistency. Hints of male ( ? )
JJK ;
â°â⤠CURSE.
Sukuna, THE KING OF CURSES.
(S)creaming
unfinished work.(might finish one day) Which sukuna recognize you, his beloved lover and can help himself but to fuck you dumb.
Black clover ;
Yami Sukehiro ;
Flirt
( Which, behind your shy and quiet demeanor hides a horny one. ) Yami flirts with you, his flirt was horny but you answered him, with a hornier one.
KNY;
â°â⤠Hashira;
Rengoku ;
Male wife
which rengoku canât help himself from fucking his husband when he saw him making their bed. Smut, minor dni
LOVEFOOL
which you saved rengoku kyojuro from a the third uppermoon, akaza. he doesnât know how to thank you, so he spend time with you as a thanks, male reader
TGFC/HOB ;
hua cheng/ sang lan ;
MY DEAR SUNSHINE
Which Hua cheng, is smitten for you. He wants to give you hairpins but heâs to anxious to give you. Male reader fluff, smitten!Hua cheng
THE ECLIPSE TO MY MOON
"hua cheng with a reader who resembles more of the moon? Like they're more mellow and quiet but occasionally very energetic "
TOKYO REV ;
B O N T E N ;
MIKEY ;
SEXY BUNNY
Which Mikey goes to a club and a sexy bunny get his attention. He canât resist, he wants you has his personnal dancer.
DEAR SINGLE FATHER
Idk what to say here, the reader is a single father and like works at bar and mikey comes in blablabla
T O M A N ;
MANJIRO SANO ; ALIAS, MIKEY.
My rockstar, [NAME]
which, the reader is rockstar and mikeyâs secret boyfriend !! Male!reader, establish relationship.
Bleach ;
nothingâs hereâŚ
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⨠Duncan Vizla x Reader â¨Â
You find the man who assassinated your family and move in next door. He's not what you expected.
Tags: AFAB Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Daddy Kink, Mentions of Blood and Gun Violence
Words: 3175, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
#fics#duncan vizla#polar#the black kaiser#duncan vizla x reader#reader insert#smut#ao3#mads mikkelsen#mads mikkelsen x reader#polar movie
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Who I write for
Hey babies I'm back to writing!!
Fandoms I write for: Twilight, WWE, Shameless, Outer Banks Bridgerton, Good Girls, The walking dead, Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries, Fast and Furious, Heartstopper, Hamilton, Criminal minds, 13 Reasons why, You tube, Twitch, Haunting & hunting Adeline.
Twilight:
Vampires:
Jasper Hale, Emmett Cullen, Rosalie Cullen, Carlisle Cullen, Alice Cullen.
Wolves:
Jacob Black, Sam Uley, Paul Lahote, Embry Call, Seth Clearwater.
World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE):
Mens Wrestlers: Andrade, Angel Garza, Cody Rhodes, Damian Priest, Jacob Fatu, Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, Logan Paul, Ludwig Kaiser, Omos, Randy Orton, Roman Reigns, Santos Escobar, Solo Sikoa, Cruz Del Toro, Brock Lesnar. Woman wrestlers: Alba Fyre, Alexa Bliss, Carmella, Charlotte Flair, Cora Jade, Liv Morgan, Rhea Ripley, Scarlett, Tiffany Stratton, Zelina Vega, Zoey Stark, Isla Dawn.
Shameless:
Ian Gallagher, Lip Gallagher, Carl Gallagher, Mickey Milkovich, Mandy Milkovich, Kevin Ball.
Outer Banks:
Pogues:
JJ Maybank, John B Routledge, Pope Heyward, Sarah Cameron, Barry.
Kooks: Rafe Cameron, Topper Thorton, Mike Carerra, Kelce.
Bridgerton:
Males: Colin Bridgerton, Simon Basset, Benedict Bridgerton.
Good Girls: quite literally only Rio
The walking dead: Quite literally only Daryl lol
Supernatural:
Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Crowley, Castiel.
The Vampire Diaries: Vampires: Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore Original Vampires: Niklaus Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson. Werewolves: Tyler Lockwood, Mason Lockwood.
Fast and Furious Movies:
Domonic Toretto, Brian O'connor
Heartstopper:
Nick Nelson
Hamilton:
Aaron Burr, Thomas Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton.
Criminal Minds:
Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan.
13 reasons why:
Justin Foley, Zach Dempsey, Montgomery de la Cruz, Tony Padilla
Youtube:
Markiplier Visual Venture, Eddie VR, Sturniolo Triplets, Sam and Colby, Jake Webber, Corey Scherer.
Twitch:
George Not Found, Dream, Karl Jacobs, SapNap, Grizzy, Big Puffer, Droid, Pezzy, Smii7y. No Picture Haunting Adeline: Zade Meadows, Rio. I will not write smut for gay characters, in any way. Do not ask.
I will not write cheating, Incest, or any theme of assault (Sexual, physical, mental).
I will not write smut about people I do not find Physically attractive, and I have a right to deny any requests!
#Twilight#Twitch#Youtube#13 reasons why#Criminal minds#Hamilton#Fast and furious#Heartstopper#Vampire Diaries#Supernatural
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Imagine: Duncan seeing you after a long time
Duncan Vizla seeing you after he broke up with you for your own safety. He saw you. He saw how big of a smile you had. How your hands held the umbrella firmly while your body shakes with coldness coursing through your body he kissed so many times. How the rain held you hostage underneath its ungodly power, how much of your clothes still gave you a regal glow, and how your eyes sparkled when you looked for something. No. Someone. He saw a new person next to you holding your finger in theirs. The fingers he wanted to wrap in his cold hands. The smile got bigger now as your eyes looked down on the person... a baby, not even 2 years of age. Your laughter rang into his ear acting as a key letting all of his memories of you be thrown back onto him. You held the girl's hand with a soft squeeze, listening carefully as you passed the road. He watched. He couldn't believe it. Your kid. Maybe his. Duncan stops in his tracks seeing you stop at a food truck ordering your cheesiest nachos. The girl looks around seeing him hiding between a street lamp. She stares. Her piercing gaze reminding him of well his own. She smiles with your signature smile. You grab the take away food nudging your daughter to get a move on. And Duncan stays watching as the girl waves to the stranger and he waves back to his daughter.
Not my best work but it was an idea I had.
#duncan imagine#duncan x reader#duncan#duncan vizla x reader#polar x reader#polar netflix#polar imagine#polar movie#polar#mads mikkelsen#netflix x reader#netflix smut#netflix imagine#netflix#fanfic#fandom#fanfiction#short imagine#imagine#black kaiser imagine#the black kaiser#black kaiser x reader#black kaiser
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JONETTA KAISER GIF PACK
â â° on the page linked below in the SOURCE LINK, you will find ( TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY ) hq gifs of JONETTA KAISER sourced from her role as SONYA KARP in the only season of VAMPIRE ACADEMY. jonetta is 27 (b.1994) but was 26-27 while filming this series; her ethnicity is currently unknown. all gifs were cropped at 245x145 and were made from scratch by feifer for roleplaying purposes only. therefore, i am taking full credit for these. DO NOT: add these gifs to any other gif hunts, gif sets, edit, redistribute, claim as your own, use in real-life celebrity rps, smut rps or for smut writing. DO: please give this post a like or reblog if you found these useful or have any intention of using these.
gifs feature: Mia Bruce-Mckenna, Max Parker, J. August Richards.
warnings/triggers: Kissing, open flames (candles), bar, bright light, neon lighting, powers, conversations/dialogue about the dead, visuals of self-harm (climbing on ledge), animals (bird, bats), transformations (black eyes, fangs).
#jonetta kaiser gif pack#jonetta kaiser gifs#gifpacknetwork#gif pack#*gif pack#gifpackshq#gifsociety#gmcentral#gpparadise#gifpacksgalore#thegifpackreblogs#userfyp#gifhunthub#fcxdirectory#supportcontentcreators#userdevon#usermina#userkel#underused fc#madebyfeifer#ugh she's so preetty!#this show is so hard to color and so damn dark sighs
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