#whilst his hands are creeping around to your breasts

[mydream-synopsis]

cuddling with togame and it all seems innocent till you feel jo's hands creep a little higher up your shirt. it doesn't bother you much that he has his hands casually roaming around your bare back - it's business as usual for this man. but he's discreet, reaching up to your bra while your face is buried in his chest. with one skilful flick of his fingers, you suddenly sit up when you realise togame jo just unclasped your bra with one hand.

[screampied]

✩ㅤ cw. fem! reader, size difference, choking, size kinks, unprotected, dirty talk, praise, full nelson, mdni.

play fighting with suguru which later turns into him having you in a full nelson.

“awww, c’mon. don’t tap out on me now, sweetheart,” he purrs against the soft shell of your ear, hearing you sweetly gasp at the gaping barrage he creates with his thick cock. just a few moments ago—you were on top of him and now you were being stuffed full, legs dangling and weakly being held hostage while a beefy arm of his slings around your throat. your body collapses backward as you’re just idly bouncing on his lap, feeling each of his bulky muscles flex and twitch behind you. “biiiig stretch, fuck there we go. mhm, my baby’s all nice ‘n flexible.” he gruffs, peppering a few sultry kisses near the open curvature of your neck. you moan, feeling the secure grasp of his broad hands move from its original placement, gluing under the cracks of your thighs.

he’s got you in such a risqué position, your body continues to jostle against his, feeling his carved hard abs rub off against your skin. “ngh, suguru,” you squawk, and your hooded eyes peer down at yourself taking him in fully. his base had a pretty sheeny tan, resuming to pump in and out of you, already blissfully bottoming out. you felt him everywhere—and he’s just holding you upright with two burly arms, locking his arms under your plush pretty thighs. “ ‘m gonna cum again, fuck.”

with a husky snicker, he deepens his thrusts against you by moving his hands toward your rickety hips. a cunning simper spreads against his lips before he ghosts a few silvery slick fingers down your sopping wet slit. “well yeah, with a weak pussy like this, bet you are. you poor thing.”

your jaw couldn’t help but loosely hang itself open as he’s just ruthlessly lodged inside of your cunt, creeping a swollen fat thumb near your puffy hood to toy and flick with it some more.

his touch to you was like electricity, and you were very much on the verge of breaking. he was so thick — insanely thick, geto’s pearly poking crownhead mercilessly drags in and out of your pasty walls and you recognize the delicious curve of his dick all too well.

your moans grow even louder, so loud that it’s bouncing against the paper thin walls whilst the sharp slaps of skin create shivers all throughout your body. “fuck, more. put me in a chokehold, sugu.”

“dirty girl,” he grunts, his hefty base starting to slather up with sappy juices from your slick heat. a big brawny arm curls around your neck again and he presses a chaste kiss toward your cheek.

“my, you really shouldn’t say such things, y’know,” and as you’re still taking his cock, you feel his free hand grab near one of your breasts. he gives it a nice squeeze before focusing his attention back towards your neck, hearing your cute exasperated gasps. licking against your ear, he lowly whispers, making you slightly turn your neck to face his feral sly eyes. “i could just snap you in half if i really wanted to. all i gotta do ‘s jus add a little pressure like this ‘n . . my doll’s gonna be all broken and we can’t have that, huh.”

sweet sweet whimpers spill from your lips as his arm still remains wrapped around your throat. he makes sure it’s a safe hold, giving you a few frisky squeezes here and there just to hear you whine for more.

he’s so beefy. through your glossy doe peripherals, you could visibly see his veins pop out through his skin. you felt your pussy throb once you start to imagine all the times he goes to the gym alone, all the times he’s lifting weights.

if anything though, you wanted him to be lifting you instead.

“nothin’ to say? aw, pity,” his gravelly voice lowers, and you’re brought back to harsh reality once his palm swats against your ass. you bite down on your tongue in attempt to suppress your incoming lewd whimper but it still comes out. “fuck, always so warm f’ me, god,” and his grip against your neck loosens. the pits of your tummy tense and coil up as your clammy thighs continue to tweak and spasm from his sharp thrusts. so deep. every few seconds, he’d pull your legs up or drag them further apart just to hear you gasp.

you’re almost marveled by the fact that such an obscene position even exists. your legs could barely stand and if it wasn’t for the help of his hands, you’d be screwed.

“s- sugu—ah!” you whine, feeling his bulbous head ram its way against your convulsing g-spot. he knows that spot like the back of his hand, the cute bumpy texture that never fails to present himself around his angered tip. shaggy long tresses of black hair tickle near the nape of your neck as you fall back. “fuck fuck fuuuck,” you loudly snivel, digging your nails into his meaty thigh. once he hits it, he keeps hitting it until your cute voice strains itself out. he’s still practically got you folded as you’re trying to ride out your euphoric orgasm. the bed devastatingly dips inward from the crushing masses of weight piling on top of it.

“there we go, that’s my sloppy girl,” he coos in a raspy tone. geto’s pitching his voice against your ear as he speaks and oh, his words a mere raunchy whisper. he hears your talkative cunt squelch out, faint strings of syrupy slick forming a little plash around his weighty base. geto holds your hips firmly, showering the crook of your neck with a plethora of balmy kisses as your body ruts and shakes.

“good girl, listen to how nasty you always sound for me,” he hums, sneaking his stubby fingers back down towards your weeping wet cunt, maneuvering a few circles near your drooling slit. “i know, i know,” he talks over your enraptured shrills, and he then gives your pussy a patting spank. you moan, falling back against his sweaty chest and a trail of his curly chest hair titillates against the center of your back. “this is a lot more fun then wrestling, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

“y- yeah,” you swallow, and he teasingly wraps a stocky bicep around your neck again. he’s still merrily buried inside of your gummy walls, feeling you writhe around his lap and he chuckles. you’re panting, full lungs desperately trying to gather up any amounts of air that it could before you exhale. “again, sugu.”

with a purring hum, he lifts you back up, trying to pull your leg over your shoulder. “hm, fine. but keep up. ‘m not gonna go easy on ya this time,” and he gives your dribbling sensitive clit another playful pat. “and ‘m certainly not gonna go easy on her either. but, i’ll try not to break you too bad this time princess, no promises.”

[evilgwrl]

Masterlist

CW: Simon is a bit of a creep, jerking off to someone while they’re asleep, noncon/dubcon ? but simon doesnt touch u just himself

Simon Riley felt like an absolute creep as he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, a bead of precum pearling at the angry tip.

A calloused thumb reaches out to swipe it down his length, salty skin mixed with his spit as he let out a guttural groan. He looked at your sleeping form next to him, how could you look so pretty after a mission?

You were hiding in a safe house together, the night air sending a zephyr through the room, prompting you two to huddle into the one bed instead of seperating. Y’know… for body heat.

His hand jerked meticulously as he took in the swell of your breasts, pushed together by your sleeping form as your chest rose and fell gently. He just couldn’t help it with how your pants enhanced the curvature of your thighs and plush ass.

His breathing became rapid, soft moans teasing the air as he felt his cock spasm before a sleepy voice called out to him, “Simon?” whilst he came, splatters of cum landing on his chest as your dazed eyes looked at him.

[konigsblog]

milf lover gaz? pretty please?

milf lover-gaz ...

cw: afab!f!reader, pervy-gaz, panty fucking, sub-gaz, pregnant-reader. 18+ MDNI

milf lover-gaz who offers to help you around the house as you move in next door, for a chance to peak at your panties, packed away...

you were so grateful that he'd decided to help you, as your breasts were swelling with your pregnancy, your stomach growing and your back aching as you constantly bent over. although, through his thoughtfulness, you didn't think that perhaps he had ill intent. you trusted him, deciding to cook something in the kitchen, whilst he's unpacked all your belongings.

kyle's lengthy, wet dick was in agony by the time he had the confidence to check for your underwear, the head of his thick cock leaking and drooling into his boxer briefs, panting like a mutt as he finally found them. he was erratic as he unfastened his belt, peeling his underwear down, enough for him to grab the underside of his hard and bulbous shaft, wrapping his panties around himself gently.

the soft, lace fabric left gaz feeling as if he was in heaven. he pumped and stroked his slick dick, whilst he listened to the sound of you humming in the next room. he had to be quick, otherwise you'd catch him being a total creep, and you'd kick him from your home. using the panties, his hot load was shot into them, collecting his hot and milky semen, his head thrown back as he twisted his hand around his weeping dick, biting his bottom lip to suppress his pathetic grunts and guttural growls...

fuck, seeing your nipples leak through your shirt was enough for gaz to cum all in his pants... it felt as if you were taunting him, by bending over, feeling like an insatiable pervert as he pocketed a pair of your panties... ;(

[sweets3rial]

friday, i'm in love

inspired by the request

di!leon x gn!reader

summary: your favorite agent surprises you with a very unexpected home coming.

tags: domestic fluff, no smut, sexual innuendos, reader is a good cook, reader uses pimple cream, mentions of a future family (give leon his family pls), leon is a horny freak, the song 'Friday, I'm in Love' by The Cure

word count: 1.2k

bass and drums echoed off the walls of your kitchen, the rhythmic lyrics and uplifting guitar put an instant smile onto your face as you jumped around with a spatula in your hand. you shouted out the lyrics, singing with your heart's content.

occasionally going back to flip the chicken breast, tender and juicy on the inside with a nice crunchy crust on the outside. today was one of those days when you were finally able to muster up the energy to cook a homemade meal.

both you and your boyfriend's favorite, chicken alfredo. a staple in your household and one you’re especially good at. you enjoyed being in the kitchen, you didn’t mind it actually. cooking was one of your hobbies and some people say you were just naturally born to cook … and well dance.

jumping around in circles, in your pajamas, with the smell of chicken and pasta in the air.

your lovely boyfriend was away on a mission, risking his life for the world and you couldn’t be more prouder. but you also couldn’t be more worried. every night that he was not in your bed only added to your anxiety.

you were always in a slum when he was away. dragging yourself around the house and cuddling into his pillow that smelt of his shampoo. though, this morning after receiving a prompt text that he was to be back tomorrow, you were instantly pulled back into a better mood.

he was as well. he didn’t expect to finish so early, the nurses cleared him and his reports were done. he was going to be going home to the love of his life. the whole drive home, he was occupied with the thought of what you were going to be doing.

you always had a surprise up your sleeve for him.

will you be sleeping? or would you be on the couch watching your favorite show? would you be out? would you be home? (most likely) would you be in bed waiting for him? with that gorgeous lace set he bought you the other week.

goosebumps ran down his spine at the thought of you waiting in bed for him. if so, his clothes would disappear from his body in a blink.

as he pulled up into your shared condo, he could hear the faint sound of music. was it from someone's radio? upon getting closer to the condo, he realized, it was probably you.

the song, ‘Friday I’m in Love’ by The Cure played on your speaker, the one he got you for Christmas. he smiled to himself, and he could practically hear you singing wailing at the top of your lungs.

you were so occupied, that you didn’t hear the jangle of keys coming from the other side of the front door. so occupied in singing at the top of your lungs rather than paying attention to everything around you, including your cooking.

as you were taking out the chicken breast and cutting it into slices. so-called lovely boyfriend walked into the house, shouting out, “babe?” he was sure you couldn’t hear him, given the fact that he could hear the bass and faint lyrics coming from outside of your condo.

he peeked inside, following the sound of music and your voice into the kitchen — along with the smell of salty and garlicky goodness. he smiled, slowly creeping into his own house.

his heart was beating with anticipation and he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. once he rounded the corner and into the kitchen, he was welcomed with the view of you rocking your head back and forth, whilst cutting up food.

your back was turned to him and you were singing at the top of your lungs. his little bird, always singing. whether it was in the shower, or the kitchen, or the yard. music was your second most favorite thing after him.

he leaned onto the counter behind you, admiring the way you just existed.

hair messy and frizzy, fuzzy socks on, detailed pajama bottoms, just you. being home and doing your own thing. he loved it.

he loved coming home to you. it didn’t matter if you were awake or sleeping. mad or sad. he just loved coming home to you, to be around your beauty and your grace. even in your three-day-old pajamas with a few dabs of pimple cream on your cheeks and forehead.

slowly, he stalked behind you. opening up his arms widely, before clamping them shut around you.

first, you felt someone grab you. they muscular arms with a tight but gentle grip, holding your wrists and hugging your arms to your sides.

then, it was a loud shout of the words. “it’s Friday! i’m in love!”

you shouted out, jumping about a whole foot off the ground. your reaction earned you a throaty laugh from your captor, or in other words your boyfriend.

you were quick to recognize his laugh, whipping around with knife still in hand, you were met his his wide grinning face and head of brown hair.

“you asshole!” you shouted over your music, slapping him with your free hand while the other placed your knife down. his hands found the purchase of your hips, pulling you closer to him and nuzzling his nose against yours.

you jumped up to wrap your arms around his neck, practically knocking him over, “when’d you land? i thought you were going to be away for another day!”

you pulled away, looking him in the face and instantly checking for any injuries. thankfully, there were none.

“i landed early,” he took a small pause, taking in the look of your wide eyes and your fluttering lashes.

“you didn’t hear me come in, sweets?” he asked, cupping your cheek.

you shoved him away, “no, i could’ve stabbed you.”

“which is why i held you down.”

“i know! but don’t do that!” you whined, tempted to hit him again.

he couldn’t help but smile wider, leaning down and placing a long and deep kiss over your lips. god, he loved coming home to this. coming home to you. he couldn’t wait for the day you’d make him a father. the day he’d not only come home to one, but to two.

a little mini you or mini him, running around the house, babbling out incoherent words. he’s had dreams, the little baby would have his eyes and your hair. your nose and your cheeks. he’d have a whole nursery set up just for them.

boy or girl, it didn’t matter to him. as long as he was blessed with the title of being their father and being your husband.

one day, he said to himself. one day.

he pulled away, placing another kiss on your nose.

“you look so beautiful, y’know that?”

“stop, i have my acne cream on,” you said with a crinkle of your nose.

“but it’s lovely,” he hummed, tickling at your sides.

you elbowed him away, still annoyed at the fact he scared you, but also happy that he was home. you missed him, you always do.

“i’m making your favorite,” you told him, turning around. he instantly caught you again, wrapping his heavy arms around you and leaning his body weight onto you.

his head sunk into your shoulder, taking a deep breath of your softener along with the scent of butter and seasoning. he sighed out into you, his hot breath seeping through your sweater and onto your skin.

“what do you want for dessert, hm?” you asked, turning your head to face him.

you watched a smirk slowly spread over his cheeks.

“you.”

“god, i can’t catch a break.”

(divider creds to @saradika ,, photos off of pinterest)

[kylianspinkyring]

kylian talking you through it

notes: idkkkkk its just straight smut ngl no plot whatsoever

warnings: smut, smut, all of the above

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“oh” he groaned lowly. “fuck.”

kylian had the nasty tendency of jumping between languages whilst he was buried in you, face contorted and skin slick with sweat.

the dragged out ‘fuck’s’ would overlap crudely with his pretty french words, some so dirty-sounding it had you scratching your head after at what he’d meant.

he’d be reluctant to tell you their meaning, shaking off your innocent questioning with a breathless laugh as he tucked himself into your side like he hadn’t just expressed his french wish to put a baby inside you.

that wish always seemed to creep up again, like it did now. your mouth fell slack against his when he pushed himself into you, both quiet for a moment, letting your mixed sighs and hitched breaths fill the air.

“so good” he choked, looking down and letting his eyes devour the sight of him slowly disappearing into you, before looking up again and cupping your face.

“so, so good” he rambled on, his lazy thrusts falling into perfect rhythm with every ‘so’ when you tapped his thigh lightly, giving him the green light to finally move.

your mouth rests against his, both too weakened by the other’s feel to even bother moving your lips. “l-like that” you whined, hooking your arms around his neck when the subtle sting was washed away by a warm, pulsating feel only he could ease out of you.

“watch” his words are cut short by a particularly loud groan he attempts to swallow back. “watch it go in.”

he always loved when you watched his movements, said you had this look in your eye that he’d think about during training whenever he zoned out. it was a loving look, twisted with something else that had him taking cold showers and getting strange looks from his teammates in an attempt to wash away the excitement.

he lifts your left leg over his shoulder, hitting a deeper spot that he knew would send you into a frenzy.

“fuck, fuck- fuck!” you repeated, words coming in a messy heap as kylian’s hands traced upwards, between your breasts, before curling around your throat and squeezing lightly, planting a feather-light kiss on the corner of your mouth. “good?” he coos.

you nodded desperately, until another light squeeze prompted you to use your words. “yes- s’good. oh-fuck!”

good didn’t cut it. his delicate words contrasted so harshly with the quickening snaps of his hips, hands now travelling down your stomach and gently pressing against your clit. sometimes gently, sometimes a little harder, all the while erupting different sounds from you that had kylian wanting to forever have them on repeat.

“i love-” another moan that was swallowed by his mouth. “i love you.” you cried, eyes fluttering shut when you felt his lips move up your neck, his light stubble making you shiver into him.

he let your leg drop, wrapping it around his torso as he laid into you, his weight heavy against yours. “say it again” his lower hip movements slowed, rocking into you softly. “for me.”

you said it again and again, lost count, in fact. the warmth pooling in your lower stomach was making you dizzy, your only strength showing in how you clenched around him, low moans dragging out into higher, breathless ones.

“dont stop-yes!” you threw your head back on one particular thrust, feeling tears fill your eyes from the aching pleasure that made your fingers involuntarily grapple at his shoulders as if to steady yourself.

kylian noticed, his hands immediately cupping your cheeks, thumbs swiping away at the wetness. “bébé” he swallowed between ragged breaths. “dis-moi d'arrêter” he pecked your lips  “et j'arrêterai.”

your head shook furiously, fucking yourself up into him, craving the friction and the lewd sounds of your juices mixing together as words seemed to have fallen off the edge - an edge you were now craving.

“allez bébé.” he lifted you from the bed, one hand wrapped around your lower back with the other pressed between your shoulder blades. head lulling against his shoulder, your words were fragmented as he bounced you against him - both just as tired and flustered as the other.

“nearly t-there amour, ‘can feel it” he grappled with your hair, tugging it back so he had full access to your neck, lips dragging up your throat. “don’t clench-fuck! just let go for me-there you g-”

you bit down on his shoulder when a loud yelp suddenly escaped your lips, already too fucked out and breathless to stop the incoherent mumbles and moans that only seemed to grow louder as kylian’s fingers worked at the nerves between your legs.  

“i got you amour, hold onto me, thats it!-like that” he cooed, his gentle words a harsh contrast to his quickening movements and ragged inhales as her walls pulsated around him, all dewy and hazy to see him unravelling over her quivering figure.

he brought his fingers up to her lips, running his pads over them before slowly slotting them into her mouth, the wetness of her tongue sending shocks to the tip of his cock-

“putain! gonna c-” kylian couldnt even finish his sentence, fingers dragging out of her glistening mouth and reaching for her hand, fingers interlocking as he dropped them against the mattress again.

you whispered loving words into his ear, your other hand lightly raking up his spine after his movements had stilled and he’d collapsed against you, forming the other half of what could only be described as a sweaty mess in need of a shower.

he didnt speak for a moment, instead milking out the last of your orgasms and leaving kisses on your shoulders as little ‘i love you’s’ since words always failed him in his post-bliss state.

sleep overtook them in minutes after he’d fallen back to your side, reaching out for you with grabby hands, needing to hold you in the minutes before despite your bodies being slick with sweat. kylian was too tired to shower and you were to tired to fight it, ‘tomorrow’ he said with a peck on your temple, then just like that you both fell into a deep snooze.

[ilykaveh]

ꨄ︎ . ⋆ TWO FOR THE SHOW !

kamisato ayato.

ABOUT: your tennis instructor is the last person that you expected would offer you a shoulder to cry on after your recent breakup; little do you know he has his own ulterior motives.

CONTENT: sub fem reader, pervy ayato, taking photos without consent, male masturbation, outdoors/semi public, clothed sex, fingering, creampie.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

in hindsight, you should have known that, when picking a sport, tennis was the go-to for posh rich boys that’ve never actually worked a day in their lives.

your first response was to roll your eyes when you were introduced to ayato kamisato, who would be your tennis instructor for the four weeks that you’d already paid for. well, there was no turning back now.

you did your best to be cordial, reasoning that you would only have to see the man thrice a week. yet even so, ayato proved more insufferable than you could have imagined. that belittling smirk that he wore drove you insane, smugness consuming him every single time that he beat you in an one on one match. his touch when he taught you how to best manoeuvre your racket was gentle and airy, always being sure to emphasise how his hands were noticeably larger than your own. ayato wondered how your smaller hands would fare around his throbbing cock, but he wouldn’t dare scare you off just yet.

the man was sneaky with his advances. he’d stare a little bit too long at the way your tennis skirt cupped your ass, or the way that your breasts jutted forwards whenever you reached up to tie back your hair before a game. he considered sneaking away to the storage closet with you, bending you over any surface available and flipping up that tight, white skirt before tearing away your panties and stuffing your pretty cunt full of his length. the only way that he had managed to suppress such thoughts were snapping creep shots of you. he would keep his expensive phone on him whenever you were booked for a session, working hard to take images of your body that you would never notice.

ayato’s typical m.o. was to snap a couple as you stretched, photographing the way your tits strained against the fabric of your polo shirt and the way that your thighs looked in the sunlight, pressing against one another. one session, you’d made the decision to not wear a bra due to the heat, and ayato had a field day collecting shots of your stiff nipples. occasionally, when he was feeling brave, your instructor would take the risk and work to get a picture of your panties. whilst he distracted you with flowery words, explaining some new technique that he wanted you to try, he used his other hand to slip his phone camera under the fabric of your skirt.

the other staff at the country club were impressed by your progress, believing that you were a good enough player to tire out the great ayato kamisato. this was because after each session, ayato would take his ten minute break. but little did they know, instead of rehydrating and perhaps grabbing a quick snack, the man snuck away to the employee bathroom with his phone, reviewing the material that he’d accumulated from the day and subsequently fucking his fist at the thought of you.

it never once occurred to him that this was creepy. from ayato’s perspective, he’d been handed everything in his life that he’d ever wanted - and to him you were no different. eventually you would see what a great guy he was and fall head over heels, and then, finally then, he would get himself a taste of your sweet cunt.

it happened exponentially faster than he could have imagined. you’d come to your regular tuesday session initially looking all prim and proper as per usually, but he could tell something was off. your hair was slightly messier, your makeup less put together than normal. there were creases in your polo, indicating that you hadn’t ironed it. your eyes were puffy, and marginally bloodshot - had you been crying?

“is everything okay?” he inquired after your regular affable greetings, ensuring the pair of you were out of earshot of other attendees. ayato wanted to give you an opportunity to open up to him, if you so desired.

“i’m fine,” you replied, voice meek and sounding on the verge of breaking. he shot you a quizzical look, though laced with what you perceived to be genuine concern. sure, ayato believed that he was only interested in getting in your pants, but in that moment something clicked and he realised that he truly despised seeing anything other than your regular, joyous self.

as he took a moment to weigh up whether or not he wanted to push the issue further, the dam broke. tears began to trail down your pretty cheeks, glittering as they reflected the midweek sunshine. ayato instinctively pulled you into his chest, allowing you to weep in his arms whilst he guided you towards a secluded bench. nobody else was in sight, nor did others come out here. (he’d discovered that after the employee bathroom was occupied the tuesday prior.)

ayato hushed you as you sobbed into his toned pectorals, tears wetting his white shirt. his voice was barely above a whisper when he queried “what happened?”, lithe fingers rhythmically tracing up and down your spine.

“‘s stupid,” you mumbled, untucking the hem of shirt and using it to wipe away your tears.

“if it’s truly stupid, you wouldn’t be so upset, darling.”

the use of something as simple as a pet name had tears rolling down your face once again as you began to divulge how your boyfriend had broken up with you. . . over text.

sure, ayato wasn’t the best with feelings. but there was something about you, something special. he talked it through with you, even suggesting that you both spend the remainder of your allotted time here as opposed to on the courts. if you really wanted to release some anger, he would take you over to the cages with the machines that periodically shot tennis balls to you - if you needed to release some rage, that is.

you agreed to his proposal, allowing yourself time to vent and to process your feelings. you apologised to ayato for having ruined his crisp white shirt, to which he shrugged off and offered you a tissue to wipe away the remainder of your tears. the more that the pair of you chatted, the more that you realised that you had a considerable amount in common.

“i’m sorry, darling. you’ll meet somebody better soon enough.” ayato consoled.

you took a deep breath, composing yourself before asking, “what if i’ve already met him?”

when ayato looked at you, he could have sworn that your eyes were quite literally sparkling. he could tell what you were implying. so many thoughts rushed through his head, wondering what the best move to make was. he settled on cupping your face in his hand, slowly moving his lips towards your own as he offered you ample opportunity to pull away if you so desired.

his lips were soft, and yours tasted faintly of cherry lip gloss. it didn’t take too long for the kiss to become more heated, with ayato unable to control his urges and your impaired judgement. you straddled his lap as one of his hands held the back of your head, deepening the kiss, and the other caressed your back.

ayato started to nibble on your bottom lip, eliciting a faint moan from you. this allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth, the sudden intrusion resulting in you subconsciously grinding against ayato’s clothed bulge. he wore white trousers and you were already dripping through your panties - a disastrous combination. your slick began coating ayato’s clothes, creating a small wet patch that neither of you could care less about.

his hands slipped under your shirt, seeking out the lacey material of your bra before tugging at it, and allowing your tits to spill over the material. ayato wanted to make a teasing comment about the size of his hands, however you were keeping his mouth too preoccupied with your own. he switched between groping at each mound and tweaking your hardened nipples, experimenting to see what would make you moan louder for him.

“fuck,” he cursed under his breath as you pulled away for air.

“‘yato?” you muttered, “i want your cock,”

those were the four magic words that he’s been wanting to hear. without wasting a single beat, he removed his palms from your chest, smirking as you whined at the loss of contact, and reached under your skirt. he moved your panties to the side, stroking your drooling slit as he spread your folds wider. you resorted to burning your head deep against the crook of ayato’s neck to muffle your sweet moans.

his thumb found your swollen clit with ease, running laps around the bud until you pretty much shook under his touch. he then slid his middle finger, already coated in your juices, towards your entrance, pushing the digit past the taut muscle. slowly but surely, he worked you open, preparing your cunt for the stretch that would inevitably ensure.

as ayato began to feel your pussy contracting around him, signalling that you were close to the edge, he pulled back. you were once again left whimpering at the loss of contact. he placed his wet fingers into his mouth, lewdly licking up all of the juices that you’d coated his hand with. the man was waiting for you to beg for his cock, but instead you took your own initiative and reached into his waistband, locating his stiff cock and pulling it out. you pumped his shaft few times for good measure, though before you could align him with your hole ayato took control back, moving your hands to rest on shoulders. he pulled your panties aside once again, running the thick head of his cock through your folds.

your back arched as ayato pushed himself into your warm cunt, resting a hand on your hips and encouraging you to lower yourself onto him. despite the preparations, he was a struggle to take. you could feel him throb inside of you, that sweet, hazy feeling settling in. he waited for you to take him at your own pace, waiting until you were well adjusted to his length before he began thrusting his hips upwards to meet your own.

your nails dug decorative crescents into ayato’s shoulders as your pulsating cunt already had the man feeling his orgasm building. his cock nudged against your deepest spots once he was fully sheathed inside of your pussy, leaving you melting into his every touch.

babbles of his name were the only coherent thing you could utter as you struggled to keep your voice down, remembering that you are quite literally outside. ayato's pace grew in severity, eyes rolling to the back of your head in euphoria. you did your very best to keep up with him, yet his athletic tendencies weighed to his advantage as he drilled into your sloppy cunt. his cockhead hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of you, sending you reeling ever more than before.

"aya- 'mna cum!" you yelped, words feeling blurry as you spoke them.

instead of verbally imploring you to do as such, ayato slid a hand back under your skirt and began fiddling with your sensitive clit. tears began brimming your lashes once again, yet this time they were cries of pleasure. your needy pussy squeezed ayato, clenching around the man's cock in a vice grip. the low groans that he struggled to hold back were music to your ears, pushing you closer to your high until you finally snapped under his touch.

ayato continued to rub your bundle of nerves as you rode out your high, wishing to keep himself buried between your legs for as long as he could. the euphoric look on your face combined with how angelic your pussy felt prompted his synchronous orgasm, spurting ropes of thick, warm cum deep into your cunt.

the pair of you sit like that for a second, with his cock still plugging his seed inside of you, recovering from your respective orgasms.

you could have sworn you heard ayato mutter something under his breath, but you were too consumed by your own thoughts to dwell on it.

"better than i imagined."

[prowlingz]

Somnophilia

[SMUT 18+] AFAB READER RECEIVING

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Ghost x AFAB Reader

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Somnophilia: a sexual interest in engaging in sexual activity with a sleeping person.

Ghost

You and Simon had been dating for about 3 months, and at the start of your relationship you discussed sexual interests.

So far, you’ve only had sex a handful of times as your relationship is quite new. One thing did come up that you both had quite the interest in..

Somnophilia.

You were the first to bring it up, and even just the thought of it gave Simon quite the erection.

You two discussed how hot it’d be for either of you to be asleep, and the other so stricken by lust to just use the other whenever they wanted.

You both decided to agree that this was now permitted in the bedroom.

That was 2 months ago, and you soon forgot all about it.

Simon didn’t. Simon didn’t forget the feeling he’d feel when he’d cum all over your thighs as you slept, and in the morning act as if it never happened - having cleaned up any mark he’d left.

He never forgot you waking up to bruises into your hips, wondering where they came from.. so innocently.

“Maybe you knocked yourself on the island”, he’d say, knowing the true meaning of the marks.

A night like no other, you had a tired day at work and just wanted rest. You snuggled into bed in panties and one of Simon’s shirts which fit comically on you.

Simon loved watching you wear this to bed, it was such easy access to the part of you he loved the most.

He spoons onto you as you drift off into sleep. Once he figures you’re asleep, he pulls your waist closer to him.

He plays with the waistband of your panties, snaking his forearm you lay on to your clothed breasts.

He pulls his briefs down to expose his length, stroking it slightly under the covers. He soon moves back to your waistband, sliding your panties to the best of his ability off of you, in hopes you don’t wake.

Once off, he palms his length, sliding it between your slit. Your body natural leaks slick at the exposure, making lewd noises fill the room.

He feels your nipples arouse with his right hand, playing with them, circling them in between his fingers over your shirt.

His left hand gripping onto your waist as he fucks your slit faster and faster.

Slightly waking up, you instinctively let out a slight moan.

Simon slows down, allowing you to fall back asleep.

His length twitches in anticipation, and once he’s sure you’ve fallen back to slumber, he decides to push his cock-head into you, slowly.

A groan comes out, which he quickly stifles. You easily take him as he’s already prepped your sleeping body for this.

He is ravenous, he immediately fucks into you with full force, chasing his high. The rocking of the bed, the squeaking, the lewd noises of your sexes meeting soon wakes you.

At first you’re confused. “H..huh?” you say in a tired tone before letting out slight moans, soon turning into full blown ones once you realize what’s happening.

Simon’s left hand soon meets your mouth, “Shh.. go back to sleep, baby” he whines out, continuing to press into you, kissing your cervix with his tip.

You moan into his hand, drooling mess into it.

“You usually don’t wake up,” Simon says, the realization hits you like a ton of bricks, realizing where all those bruises came from and why your ass was sometimes sore.

In all honesty, this turnt you on even more as Simon continues his plunge.

Your free hands begin to grip Simon’s exposed thigh, whilst the other grips into the pillow you once lay so soundly on.

You feel your own orgasm creep onto you, a knot in your stomach.

You moan even louder into Simon’s hand to warn him if your orgasm, but his pace doesn’t slow.

“Fuck.. fuck-cum for me, princess” he groans out.

You quickly cum onto his length, pulsating around his member. His hand freeing from your mouth to hear you scream.

“Fuck-Simon, a..ah!”.

He soon follows suit, cumming deep into your abused hole.

He grips tightly onto your waist as he pushes his cum deep inside of you.

You wait for him to pull out, but he never does. “Let’s sleep like this, okay? … So fucking warm..” as he pulls you closer to him, placing his sweaty forehead into the crook of your neck.

You lay, drained, sweaty and gross. You don’t even reply, instead go to sleep, cockwarming Simon and his seed inside of you.

[riahollywood]

a lazy morning | christian pulisic

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the slamming of a car door jolted you awake, and you silently cursed yourself for going to sleep with the window open. it was a relatively quiet area you and your boyfriend lived in, that was one of the many reasons you had picked there to buy your first home together. but clearly one of your neighbours had decided you weren’t going to get your much needed lie in today.

christian’s inked arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, soft snores filling the room as he snoozed away cuddled up behind you. knowing you’d wouldn’t be able to settle back to sleep now, you just about managed to fight his grip to stretch over to your bedside table to tap the screen of your phone.

08:03 on a saturday.

great.

you went to get out of bed and head downstairs to make your morning coffee, deciding to leave christian asleep a little longer. just because your lie in was ruined, didn’t mean his had to be. that boy could sleep for his country, but with his busy schedule you really couldn’t blame him.

when christian felt you try to escape his arms, he grunted in irritation, tightening his grip around you and making you fall back against his chest.

you cocked your head to look at him. his brows were furrowed in annoyance and his bottom lip was jutted out, his sleepy eyes still closed. “stay.” he murmured.

you giggled, admiring how cute he looked whilst still half asleep and sulking about the prospect of you leaving him alone in your shared bed.

“need to go make some coffee, baby.” you replied despite settling back down under the covers, smiling to yourself as christian gripped you even tighter.

“you don’t need to go anywhere, sweetheart.” his voice was deep and groggy, but you could still hear the sass which made you giggle once more. you were never going to put up too much of a fight to break away from the love of your life, the boy you were so absolutely head over heels in love with.

you felt a gentle stubble brush against your shoulder through your top, your body erupting in shivers at the prickles. christian begun placing light, closed mouth kisses to the area and you felt your whole body melt into him at the feel of his lips on your body.

years into your relationship and nothing had changed since the beginning. whenever christian’s lips touched your skin, you were a goner. you were so madly in love with him that the feel of him expressing his love for you onto your body just made you forget everything else that was going on in that moment. all that mattered was you and him.

he stopped the kisses and you pouted at the loss of contact, coffee now the last thing on your mind as you sought more affection. you pushed your bum back into him, a smirk creeping onto your face as you brushed up against his morning erection, in turn making a soft groan fall from his lips that were still dangerously close to your ear.

christian was quick to reattach his lips to your skin, this time kissing at your neck. he left a trail of sloppy kisses there, gently digging his teeth into you before smoothing over the area with his tongue to ease the slight sting.

his lips continued their attack on your neck as his hand snaked its way up the old top of his that you had claimed as yours, till he reached your bare chest. he lightly squeezed at your breast before swirling his thumb around your nipple, gently rubbing at the hardened bud.

you let out a satisfied hum and christian took it as a sign to continue, his other hand coming down to pull your knickers to the side, a low moan leaving his lips as he felt how damp they were.

christian dipped two fingers to your wetness before bringing the soaked digits to draw slow, lazy circles to your clit.

your eyes fluttered shut, your body melting into christian’s body behind you as he used his fingers to work you to complete bliss.

“chris- baby.” you moaned, trying your best to put off your high. your body was still tired and you knew you’d struggle to have multiple orgasms so early, and you wanted to come with him inside you.

christian’s fingers continued to work you so perfectly, one hand now gripping at your hip to keep you from squirming away as his other hand performed perfect strokes to your clit at just the right pressure to being on your release. he knew you and your body embarrassingly well.

you reluctantly gripped his wrist and he haulted his movements straight away. “want you. want you inside me when i come- please.” your words went straight to his cock which was in desperate need of some attention, and he didn’t need telling again.

he quickly kicked off his boxers in record time before returning to his previous position behind you, you relaxing back into his bare chest once more.

christian grabbed your left leg, hooking it over his thigh to give him perfect access. you felt the tip of his head nudge at your entrance, the pre come smearing together with your wetness which made it so easy for christian to slip himself in.

your gasp and christian’s groan were in unison as he entered you completely, the feel of fullness completely overwhelming you.

he stayed still to give you a moment to adapt to him, leaving the softest of kisses to your ear. “okay?” he asked, his voice quiet and gentle and with no urgency whatsoever.

“mhm.” you mumbled in response, your pussy involuntarily clenching around him, desperate for him to move. “please.” you stumbled out, your mind lost in a mixture of love and pleasure that made it too difficult to string together a full sentence.

christian drew his hips back before thrusting forward, moving his dick in a way that had you in complete heaven already.

his thrusts were steady and calm, each movement filling you so deliciously as his tip hit your sweet spot and made you repeatedly moan out in pleasure.

“fuck, christian.” he couldn’t help his hips from speeding up slightly when his name left your lips. he’ll never get over how perfect you feel wrapped up around him, and knowing he’s the only one that can make you feel as good as he does, god does he love that.

you couldn’t stop the sweet moans that left your mouth every time he filled you so perfectly, and it was when christian heard some chatter outside that he realised the window was open.

“fuck, better be quiet baby, don’t want the neighbours hearing how much you love having my dick buried inside your perfect little pussy.” his words had the opposite effect of their intent, the dirtiness of them making you moan even louder than before. christian just sniggered at how much you couldn’t control yourself with how good he was making you feel, his ego beaming with pride.

he snaked his hand up your body, clamping it over your mouth, catching your moans in the palm of his hand.

“just can’t help it, can you, baby?” his hips continued to slam against yours, your pussy fluttering around him as he continued to brush your g-spot with every thrust. “my cock just feels too good, doesn’t it?” he chuckled when the hot air from your mouth hit his palm, your words completely muffled but the way your pussy pulsated around him told him all he needed to know.

christian reached his other hand down to your clit, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer. the wetness made it so easy for him to rub at the swollen nub as he continued to pound into you. your limbs completely tangled, ankles clumsily bashing together as your eyes begun to water from the immense pleasure.

he loosened his grip on your mouth, wanting to hear your sweet moans to help him over the edge. “just like that, oh.” a particularly hard thrust hit you and paired together with the way his fingers were expertly working at your sensitive clit, it all quickly became too much as you came without any warning, pulsating around christian’s cock. your nails dug into his arm as you ride out your high, the slight pain pushing christian over the edge as he finally allowed his release to take over. his hand fell from your mouth as he let out a guttural moan into your ear, his thrusts lazily working you through your high as you felt his warm come spill inside you.

once you both came down from the intensity of your orgasms, christian stayed still behind you, taking a moment to regain his breath, his heart still beating out of his chest. eventually he gently slipped himself out from between your legs, and you took a deep breath as you tried to compose yourself, slowly rolling over to face him.

your cheeks were flushed and you were struggling to keep your eyes open, but christian was sure you’ve never looked as beautiful as you did in your post-orgasm glow. he reached out to tuck your hair behind your ear and you gave him a soft smile before settling yourself into his side, your head resting on under his arm. you could feel his heart still going crazy.

you laid there in a comfortable silence, listening to nothing but the sounds of your gentle breathing and the birds chirping outside.

“you okay, sweetheart?” christian gently stoked through your hair with his fingers, soothing you as you snuggled into his side. “wasn’t too rough, was i?”

your heart melted at his words, no matter how long you had been together, however many times you had been intimate, he would always want to check in after. “no, no it was perfect.” you smiled up at him and he settled himself down on the bed a little.

“you stay here, i’ll go get something to clean you up-“

“no.” you interrupted, wrapping an arm across his chest to prevent him from getting up from the bed. “not yet, anyway. can we just cuddle for a bit longer? i’m sleepy.”

christian chuckled. “thought you wanted to go get a coffee?”

you shook your head. “i’m past it now.”

[cuffmeinblack]

Uneasy arrangement

Garreth Weasley x f!reader x Sebastian Sallow

Tags: explicit | smut | possessive Sebastian | cunnilingus| sex | voyeurism

2.5k words

Summary: Sebastian allows you to indulge your fantasy of sleeping with Garreth, as long as he's there.

A/n: Mostly Garreth. Possessive and aggressive Sebastian. Pure smut.

Garreth's green eyes were fixed on you, his copper hair falling over his face and spilling onto your chest, brushing the sensitive skin as his mouth teased your breasts—his tongue flicked over your hard nipple as his hands grabbed at the soft flesh hungrily.

"Fuck, Garreth," you murmured, thrusting your hips against his waist as he lay between your legs.

"Wake up."

The voice fractured your dream and your eyes flew open, coming slowly into focus in the dark room as you got your bearings, realising you were in Sebastian's bed and his dark eyes were staring at you intently as you roused.

"What…what is it?" you asked, slightly breathless.

"You were dreaming. About Weasley."

Of course you were, the wetness and intense ache between your legs was testament to that fact—the question was how your boyfriend knew. You decided to feign ignorance and see where this led.

"What are you talking about, Sebastian?"

"Don't take me for a fool," he said, gripping your jaw and turning your face towards him. "You moaned his name."

"I can't help what I dream of, Sebastian," you spat back.

"You're mine, don't forget that," he said, kissing your lips rather more forcefully than was necessary.

His hands wandered under the bedsheets, skimming your naked body and roughly pushing your legs apart to find your hot, wet arousal, soaking your thighs and the bedsheets.

"Is that for him, then?" he asked, his voice laced with venom.

"I told you, I can't help what I dream about."

Sebastian's face screwed up in anger as he forced his fingers inside you, drawing a loud moan from your lips as he pumped his hand roughly.

"Do you wish he was fucking you now?" he growled, his fingers unrelenting.

"No!" you winced.

"Tell me the fucking truth, do you want Weasley's cock in you?"

"Fuck, yes I do, okay?!" you shouted.

Sebastian withdrew his hand and pushed himself out of the bed, stalking off to the bathroom without another word and slamming the door, causing his roommates to stir and groan. You covered your face with your hands and tried to steady your breath, wondering if you should leave and creep back to your own bed, the one you hadn't slept in for months. Sebastian's anger was an overreaction, but hardly surprising given his possessive and jealous nature—he'd made it abundantly clear throughout your relationship that he hated sharing your attention, even with friends. 

Garreth was a particularly large thorn in his side, not least of all because he was a Gryffindor, who Sebastian thought it beneath you to even fraternise with. But try as you might, you were drawn to him, his playful nature reminding you somewhat of Sebastian himself but with an awkwardness which you found incredibly endearing. Then of course there was your physical attraction to him, which was clearly getting the better of you given the state of the bedsheet you were lying on—if he could elicit such a response from the mere thought of his touch you dread to wonder how much longer you could control your urges around him.

Sebastian came out of the bathroom as you were mulling over the situation, climbing back under the covers and propping his head up on his hand as he lay to face you.

"I don't like sharing," he said.

"I know."

"But I don't want to lose you either. If that's what it takes for you to get this out of your system then fine."

"If that's what it takes?" you asked with a frown.

"You can fuck Weasley. But I want to be there."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. Ask him, I'll say no more," Sebastian said, turning away from you and laying his head back on the pillow.

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How does one go about asking your friend if you'd like to have sex, whilst your angry boyfriend watches? Apparently you were about to find out, as you gave Garreth a wave and walked over to where he was sitting on the grass, surrounded by books and notes strewn about haphazardly by his legs. He smiled warmly up at you, setting his quill down on his books to give you his full attention.

"Hello, Garreth," you said, sitting next to him. 

Your leg grazed his knees as you lowered yourself, causing your stomach to flip over—Merlin, this was going to be hard.

"Hello, fancy seeing you here. I thought you'd be busy with Sall…Sebastian today."

"Ah, well, we had a little tiff."

"Sorry to hear that," he said, with complete insincerity.

"It was about you, actually," you said as you fiddled with the hem of your skirt.

"Me?"

You sighed and looked at him, his eyebrows knitted together in a frown.

"He found out I think of you as more than just a friend," you said.

"You…what?" he said, his eyes widening.

"Oh Garreth, don't make me spell it out."

"Sorry. So, what does that mean?"

"I want to sleep with you. On the condition that Sebastian is there," you managed to splutter.

Garreth's mouth hung open for several seconds before he swallowed thickly, his cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink underneath his numerous freckles—he seemed to battling the idea of Sebastian's involvement with the thought of having you as his eyes not-so-subtly ran over your body.

"Just once?" he asked.

"I assume so."

"Shame. I can't really pass up the opportunity then, can I?" he said with a small smile.

"Meet us after dinner?"

"Tonight?"

"What, do you have more pressing plans?" you asked, quirking your eyebrow.

"No! I just…okay," he agreed weakly.

You gave his knee a quick squeeze, resisting the urge to sit in his lap right then and there, and stood up to leave, shooting him a flirtatious smile over your shoulder. Your heart pounding, you head back to the common room to find Sebastian, sitting cross-legged on a sofa and immersed in a book.

"He agreed," you said, sitting next to him.

Sebastian put his book down on his lap and nodded, his face impassive, before snaking a hand around your neck to pull you into a kiss.

"I don't want you to kiss him," he murmured.

"Sebastian…," you sighed. How would you manage that?

"No, you can fuck him but I don't want your lips on his."

You had little choice in the matter, the fact that this was even possible was hanging by Sebastian's goodwill and fear of losing you.

"Fine. I told him to meet us after dinner."

"Where?"

"I suppose we'll go to the Room of Requirement?"

Sebastian nodded and resumed his reading—you thought he was likely hiding his discomfort by distracting himself, and you decided to do the same, retreating to your dormitory to shower and change. You weren't entirely sure what to expect but the thought of being able to live out your fantasies with Garreth with your boyfriend's grudging permission had you jittery with anticipation—of course your fantasies had always involved you kissing him, but you couldn't have everything, you supposed. 

You were barely able to eat at dinner as Sebastian glared at you, his eyes flicking towards the Gryffindor table during the meal. Garreth made his way over to you as the hall started to clear out, looking distinctly awkward and under the gaze of several of your Slytherin housemates. 

"Weasley."

"Sallow."

You shot Sebastian a look and stood up, smiling at Garreth and motioning towards the door. The walk to the seventh floor was about as tense as you'd expected, as you willed the Room of Requirement into existence, Sebastian leaned against the stone wall, looking at Garreth with a scowl. You had asked, and the room had provided, revealing a plush bedroom with a large four poster bed with emerald green sheets as you stepped through the door. The view of the bedroom seemed to kick your brain into overdrive as you realised that yes, this really was happening. Garreth had his hands in his pockets and was sweeping the room with his gaze as Sebastian continued to look at him with his dark eyes until Garreth noticed the stare and frowned back at Sebastian.

"Will you two simmer down and try to enjoy the experience?" you sighed.

"I'm not sure enjoy is the right word," Sebastian muttered.

"You suggested it."

You pulled Sebastian to the window seat and gave him a long, slow kiss before turning to Garreth who stood nervously beside the bed. He looked at you expectantly as you closed the gap between you and slid your hands up his chest over the heavy rise and fall of his breaths, unhooking the clasp on his robes and discarding them to the floor. You looked up at him and lost yourself at the sight of his green eyes watching you intently, glittering and full of lust, your lips parting as he dipped his head towards you.

"No kissing. Back off, Weasley," Sebastian growled.

The slow torture began as Garreth frowned and ceased his approach and you barely held back your impulse to kiss him—you wanted to feel his lips on yours, to gasp into his mouth and explore him with your tongue. Fine, your hands and eyes would have to do all the work. You shed your robe as his hands pulled your shirt from your waistband, making quick work of the buttons as you did the same, both of you standing topless and breathing heavily, taking in each other's forms.

You ran your hands over Garreth's torso, lightly scratching his freckled skin as he inhaled sharply, your fingers wandering south as he pulled you against his hip, his fingers digging into your behind through the fabric of your skirt. Garreth let out a low groan as you ran your hand over the bulge in his trousers, the sight intensifying the already painful ache between your legs. You made quick work of his trouser buttons, biting your lip at the sight of his erection and taking him in your hand, his thick cock twitching eagerly and dripping in precum.

"Fuck, Garreth," you murmured. 

You chanced a look at Sebastian who's face was furious, but his hand was gripping the telltale sign of his arousal through the fabric of his own trousers.

Garreth's eyes never left you, and he pulled your waist to guide you on to the bed, kicking off his trousers as you tugged your skirt and underwear off before kneeling on the mattress in front of him. Your gaze passed over every inch of his body, your hands following its progress from his wide shoulders to his hip bones and muscular thighs, the red hair lightly covering most of his freckled skin. Your eyes inevitably lingered on his hard length before giving in to your hunger and taking him in your mouth, savouring the salty taste of his precum on your tongue as he swore loudly and slumped backwards against the headboard. Moaning with unrestrained enthusiasm, you moved your head in rhythm with the hand around the base of his shaft, his length hitting the back of your throat repeatedly.

"Stop, not yet," Garreth pleaded.

He pushed himself up and towered over you, laying you back on the bed before spreading your legs and burying himself between your thighs, slick from your arousal. Garreth used his thumb to tease your clit as you whined at his touch, grinding your hips into his hand before he circled your opening and inserted a finger, then another, drawing moans and gasps of his name from your mouth.

"You're so wet," he muttered against your skin before parting your folds and flicking his tongue over your sensitive clit.

You heard a groan from the window seat and looked over at Sebastian, who was slowly coming undone before you, gripping his cock tightly and stroking himself urgently.

"Sebastian…," you sighed.

His answer was a frustrated moan as his hips thrust into his hand. His self restraint lost, he crossed the room to join you on the bed, immediately drawing you into a kiss, possessive and hungry, as his tongue delved into your mouth and his fingers wrapped in your hair.

Garreth continued undeterred, his fingers pulsing inside you, his piercing gaze watching your reaction to every flick of his tongue. You brushed his long red hair from his face and wrapped it around your fingers as he brought you closer to your climax—the moans you let out were captured by Sebastian's mouth as you lay next to him. You were so close, and you broke away from Sebastian's kiss to look down at Garreth who smiled, tipping you over the edge. You tugged his hair hard as you reached your orgasm, the pulsing between your legs releasing wave after wave of pleasure, rippling through you and leaving your head swimming. The fingers inside you eventually slowed and Garreth's tongue retreated amd you squirmed underneath him.

You looked back at Sebastian for silent permission, which he granted with a nod, his hand around himself now stilled as he gripped the base of his cock, panting heavily—he was waiting for his release.

You all but threw yourself into Garreth's lap, burying your head against his neck and grazing his skin with your lips with shuddering breaths and resisting the urge to kiss him—his hands gripped your behind as you guided him inside you, gasping as he filled you completely.

"Fuck, darling, you're so tight," he whispered in your ear.

You whined at his words, wanting to hear more.

"Talk to me, Garreth," you gasped, pulling his hair roughly as his nails dug into your flesh, pushing you down roughly into his lap with every rock of your hips.

"You're so gorgeous, fuck. I've wanted this for so long."

Sebastian groaned and you looked back at him frantically pumping his cock, his eyes watching the contact between you and Garreth as he teetered close to the edge—his skin was flushed and hand covered in his sticky precum. Garreth's moans in your ear signalled his own approaching climax and you returned your attention to him, looking into his glittering emerald eyes and whispered your plea.

"Come for me, Garreth. I want you to fill me up."

Garreth's fingertips dug painfully into your hips as he came, and you abandoned your promise, kissing him fiercely as you moaned into each other's mouths as he finished inside you. If Sebastian was angry, he was too busy trying to stifle his own release to show it as his breathing grew heavier next to you. You beckoned Sebastian nearer and he came to your side as you sat in Garreth's lap, his mouth lazily planting kisses on your neck and paying Sebastian no mind. Sebastian's gaze lingered on Garreth who was a sight to behold, his freckled skin was flushed, his copper hair stuck to the sweat on his forehead and swollen lips brushing your skin.

"Do you want me or Garreth?" you asked.

His eyes showed his confusion but he didn't have time to consider before Garreth took Sebastian's cock in his hand and began to work him, Sebastian's hand gripping Garreth's hair and pulling him into a kiss, sloppy and needy. He didn't last long, his pent up frustration exploding over Garreth's hand as he gasped and gripped his shoulders.

"See, isn't it fun to share, Sebastian?" you said with a smirk.

[writingsofwesteros]

I was wondering if you could write a stepfather Daemon with the stepdaughter being Rhaenyra’s daughter that she had with Criston Cole the daughter has Valyrian looks except her eyes are her father’s. I can see Daemon having fun corrupting her and showing her the pleasures in life. Making her into his own personal whore that he has feelings for. Doing bold and risky things in nature for their pleasure together.

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

“Daemon,” You whimpered out so prettily into his ear as he gently pushed you up against the large tree. The skirts of your dress were bunched up to your waist as his hips continued to jerk; causing his cock to push deeper inside you. He only hummed against your soft lips, brushing your noses together.

You grabbed onto his shoulders to keep yourself steady as your body bounced as he moved you. “We shouldn’t…” You began to whimper into his ear as your eyes looked around the public, royal gardens. His hands continued to grope you as he slowed his thrusts down; teasing you without mercy.

“Do you want to stop?” Daemon hummed; pressing a soft kiss to your jaw as your head fell away. Your eyes locked with his whilst the rogue Prince fought against smirking. Here he was ruining Ser Criston’s daughter under their noses. “No..no, please…” You whimpered out; your hands reaching for him.

His lips were soon on you once more as his hips slowly moved. Your fingers tugged at his locks as you whined his name. You looked so beautiful when you were falling apart, Daemon thought to himself. His hand gently moved to cup your freely bouncing breast. Your nipples pebbled so sweetly.

Those bright eyes of his caught sight of some movement and he noticed the knight in question he was thinking about. Daemon slowly moved from you; his cock falling out whilst you whined so loudly. “Shh…kneel down.” He whispered and watched as you easily followed his orders he gave out.

The tree obscured you from view as Daemon slowly pushed his cock into your hot mouth before you could ask anything. His smirk only widened as he looked down at you for a moment before Cole’s voice came out. “Daemon..what are you doing here?” The knight called from the other side of the tree.

Your eyes widened at the familiar voice of the Queen’s guard. You reached for Daemon’s hips to push away but the Rogue Prince only had you nearly choking on him. “I see you have no life still.” Daemon taunted. His free hand moved into your locks and guided you up and down his cock.

You tried to keep your moans from spilling out as you hoped to block the conversation around you. Daemon’s hips subtly began to jerk as he slowly fucked your mouth and all you could do was take it. “I don’t imagine you’d like to take another step.” Daemon whispered as you slowly leaned away.

Criston only raised his eyebrow before the unmistakable sounds of a cock being sucked echoed. Disgust flashed through his eyes even if desire soon followed as he thought the Princess was on her knees for her husband. Daemon harshly thrust just for your gagging to sound out.

Daemon did not stop now as he continued to jerk his hips. Your hands slowly moved to his chest to try and push him away. “Always knew you were a creep, Crispin.” Daemon smirked. The knight scowled; Daemon’s words piercing him deeper than he would show as he finally turned around.

His hips snapped now as he watched the knight walk into the darkness. Your moans freely sounding out now. “Good girl.” Daemon whispered as his whole attention returned back to you. You whimpered and looked up at him with those big, wet eyes of yours. His stomach was tightening now; he was so close to releasing. “Get up..” He gently ordered and watched with a chuckle as you did just that with speed. He not so gently turned you around and pushed you against the tree. The desire in you both had you reckless as he pushed your cheeks apart to watch his thick cock pushing deep into your weeping pussy.

“Oh gods…Daemon!” You whimpered out as he deliciously stretched you. He bottomed completely and began his harsh, fast thrusts. The sound of skin slapping together echoed around the place. “Taking it so well.” The rogue Prince continued to praise you as he pushed deeper.

Your soft, ample breasts bouncing with each thrust he made. His own stomach was so tight with his release on the edge. “Please, please…” You cried out as your head fell back and rested on his muscled chest. Your eyes were already rolling back as your legs easily shook from the intense pleasure.

His chest brushed against your back as he leaned closer; his pushing even further and began to hit your spongy spot with each thrust. “Did you like that? Hmm, my little whore?” Daemon purred into your ear. You could only moan and whimper his name. Your pretty face is now blushing at his words.

“Im…I’m not..” You whimpered out. His dark chuckle was your only answer as he fucked you harder. Both of you were on the edge of release that you were desperate to chase now. Daemon burrowed into your neck from behind as he quickened his thrusts into a fierce, erratic pace.

You were babbling absolute nonsense as the pleasure nearly became too much. Your eyes were slowly rolling now. “I’ll take you anywhere I like. You are mine.” Daemon growled into your ears as your soaked walls clamped around him. You squirted as your powerful orgasm ripped through you with ease.

His hand came down on your arse and had you squeezing him again and again. The moves pushed him over the edge only a moment later as he pushed his cock deep. His cum flooding you. “Take it..” Daemon moaned; his hand moved to your hair and pulled it back. Your head falling onto him.

You whimpered and collapsed against him; something he took delight in as he watched you fall apart. His cock slowly moved in and out before he calmed himself. “We should leave here.” Daemon hummed and you could only moan and wiggle back against him; you hardly had the energy.

He pinched your nipple and watched you cry as he slowly removed himself from you. “You should get to your apartments.” Daemon hummed and watched in amusement as you tugged the dress back up. His mouth watering as he watched those ample breasts bounced for a moment.

[muldermuse]

Trick 'r Treat (Fox Mulder X Reader)

HERE IT IS

HAPPY FRIDAY 13TH

I HAVE FINALLY WRITTEN FOX MULDER SMUT

hope u all enjoy <3

18+ only

It wasn’t an original Halloween costume by any stretch- but no one could deny it was a classic. The playboy bunny. Sheer nylon tights, black pumps, bunny ears and a tight black corset synching in your waist and pushing up your cleveage. It was your friend’s Halloween party and you always wanted to go as a bunny. Fox, begrudgingly said he would go as Hugh Hefner; he made his objections very clear.

When you initially brought up the idea of the couple’s costume, he responded with “Baby, he’s an old creep- you can’t be there looking unbelievably sexy whilst I’m dressed as some geriatric old pervert”. But, you’d managed to bring him round to the idea, whilst you would be physically uncomfortable in your tight garments, he would get to lounge in a dressing gown and a hat. He got to be comfortable whilst his girlfriend looked unbelievably sexy? DEAL.

He loved your outfit…but to be honest, you kinda expected more of a response.

It felt like your cleavage was up so high, your breasts were constantly in your eye line, your waist was sucked in and your legs looked…let’s be honest…phenomenal. As you waited for your taxi to pick you up to take you to your friends party, Fox pressed a kiss to your lips and told you how good you looked.

But that didn’t feel enough. 

You wanted him to drag you to bed at that moment and tell you that you couldn’t leave wearing that. But no, you sat in the taxi, with Fox’s hand on your thigh. When you arrived, your friends loved the outfit and they were very explicit with their compliments to you. Fox smiled as they spoke to you and kept his hand around your waist. If you wanted this night to end the way you had planned it to- it was time to up your game.

It started with spilling a drink, something dumb and easy enough to be a mistake. As you were talking to Fox about something happening at the party. The music was blaring and there was people all around, you pretended that someone had bumped into you and spilt your vodka sprite on your cleavage. The clear liquid trickled down your breasts and honestly, it looked hot- you looked amazing. Fox’s eyes bore into your chest, you swiped a finger across your breasts and placed it in your mouth after. 

You sucked your finger, not breaking eye contact with him “It was such a nice drink…such a shame to waste it”. You ran your fingers across the sticky liquid again, gesturing your finger out to Fox- “want to taste?”.

Fox smirked, pressing a kiss to your cheek and whispering lowly into your ear, “I’m fine thanks baby”

At that moment, you realised that Fox was playing a game.

A game that you were determined to win.

***

As you drank more, your plan became some what sloppier.

When Fox sat down, you’d sit on him and subtly grind against him. Only like one rotation of your hips but hard enough for him to feel it. As soon as you felt his fingers grip your hips, you’d get up and leave to plan your next trick.

When you played beer pong against each other, you’d lean down far too much so he could look straight down your corset.  He didn’t score once whereas you hit every cup you aimed for.

Once the drinks started flowing more freely, the music turned up more and you found your best friend and danced with her in the front room. It felt like there was bodies all around you, it was hot and you could feel your body getting damp with sweat. Fox was leaning against the wall looking at you and god, did you know it. You wrapped your arms around your friend and danced against her. You pushed your ass out, moving it slowly to show Fox how your cute little bunny tail could move; you knew he was thinking about how good it would look moving up and down on his cock.

It had finally worked- he snapped. You felt him come over and make apologies to your friend as to why you had to leave.

He hailed a taxi and was silent the entire ride. 

He kept his warm hand firm on your upper thigh. He rubbed circles into it softly as he stared straight ahead. His pinky finger began to dip lower and lower, before you could help yourself you tried to move yourself forward towards his fingers. Hoping he would brush your clit through your outfit. He laughed lowly and moved his hand back to your upper thigh.

The silence remained.

 ***

You tried not to stumbled through the front door, you weren’t drunk per-se, just desperate to fuck your boyfriend. You wanted to start on him to be honest, you wanted to shout at him for not fucking you earlier and for him not showing how much he wanted you. As you turned to speak to him, his strong hands gripped your hips and pushed you against the wall in your hallway.

“I’ve tried so…so fucking hard..to keep my cool all night but I can’t do it anymore” His lips were relentless against your neck, you nearly grimaced at the thought of all the bruises you’d have tomorrow but it felt. so. fucking.good.

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips, “You’ve acted like you didn’t like the outfit”

Fox chuckled, his hands held your face “Baby, I’ve been so fucking close to losing it all night” He pushed his crotch into yours, “you feel that? All night. Ever since you walked out the bedroom in that fucking outfit- I know you think I wasn’t interested but god baby, if I started I wouldn’t have been able to stop”. 

You kissed him hard, it was a mash of tongue, lips and teeth- both of you desperate to feel the other moan into the other’s mouth. Without words, you both moved upstairs onto your bed. Fox scrambled to undress himself as you sunk to your knees in front of him. 

Your bunny ears askew, the heat of the night had made your eye make up smudge around your eyes and god, did you look a sight. Fox nearly lost it right there and then. But when you pressed your hand to his cock through his boxers and asked, with your sweetest doe eyes, if you could suck his cock. He nearly came in his pants like a teenager.

He’d been het up all night and the thought of his hard cock in your soft mouth nearly made him finish. No matter how desperately he wanted it, he couldn’t let you give him a blowjob.

“God, I want that so badly” he chuckled to himself, heartily chuckled, his desperation to cum making him nearly delirious. “But I need to fuck you, I need to feel you cum on my cock…please keep the outfit on just let me rip your tights”

You got on all fours on your bed, the excitement buzzing through your veins as you arched your back perfectly for Fox. You heard him mumble a small “fuck” under his breath as his warm had rubbed your ass check. He adored your body, he loved missionary, it was his favourite position no doubt but tonight, he needed to fuck you as hard as he could. He needed all the frustration from the evening to come out as he fucked you. He knew you liked it that way, honestly he’d fuck you anyway you wanted to- he’d crawl over broken glass if you so much as smiled at him.

You were a sight before him, your white fluffy tail sticking up, your ass arched up perfectly and your head turned to look at Fox as he slowly pushed into you. It stole the breath from your lungs. His eyes rolled and fluttered shut as he pushed his cock fully into you. You moaned and put your hands at the small of your back- perfect for Fox to hold on to as he fucked into you.

When Fox fucked you, he moaned and babbled about how good you felt. When it was good he moaned loudly, but when it was really fucking good, he babbled about your body and how he loved you. Tonight, it felt really fucking good. 

“Christ baby, you’re so good…such a treat f’me right- all mine” You moaned at his words, each thrust of his hips getting you closer and closer.

You gasped his name and his hold on your hands gripped you harder.

“I know baby, you’re going to cum…I’m so close…cum and then I’ll cum in you, p-“ Before you could hear Fox plead with you, you came. You moaned and slightly shook as the waves of pleasure rolled through your body. Fox came not long after and you both laid down face first on the bed smiling at each other.

“So…you liked the costume? More of a treat than a trick right?”

“God baby, absolutely” Fox laughed.

[browneyedjoe]

so, a cheeky and honestly filthy (for me) joe blurb. very much inspired by @lovejosephquinn recent blurb re their horny christmas eve morning thoughts. but okay, seriously, let’s imagine -:

p.s. also inspired by the 5 mimosas i've had in the last hour and my thought process after seeing this video.

p.p.s. this is officially the first smut i've written and i'm stressed because i'm very particular about the smut i read so any feedback is appreciated.

merry crisis, ya'll

it’s very early morning, the sun not yet risen but the sky a light shade of midnight blue. you’re peacefully asleep, duvet wrapped around your partially naked body and your hair, splayed on your pillow as if you were a mermaid underwater. you feel a shift, physically, a gentle yet repetitive knock that undulates your body back and forth. your sleep, lightly disturbed, but you decide to ignore it, subconsciously acknowledging it was too early to be awake. it happens again; something, or albeit, someone rocking softly side to side. your eyes scrunch - alright, you’re definitely awake now. with your back facing joe, you assume he’s gotten up to get a glass of water or to use the loo. but now, with your mind wide awake, you hear it - the melodic rhythm of quiet moans that escape the full lips of your boyfriend. you couldn’t believe your luck. slowly, you turn around as if you’re rousing from a dream and not perturbed by the fact that joe is ‘discreetly’ rubbing his erection with a lazy hand, under some dreamy impression that you don’t have any idea what he’s doing. “fucking h-“ joe exhales, accompanied with a sound of slick; you picture his hand, the palm of it covered in a mix of spit and precum, jutting up and down his hard cock. you think of the shine of rubies, synonymous with the colour of the head of his dick and the red of his lips, the bottom of which is being bitten, trapping shut any harsh breaths and filthy words so desperately trying to escape. smirking with your eyes close, you wrap an arm around the lower part of his hip, pelvis thrusting, you feel the rise and fall of his gut. the air is trapped there and fucking hell, joe is really trying his hardest now to not make it obvious that he’s seconds away from coming. “thinking of that cunt, fuck-please” and you feel your own slick start to pool between your legs. could you get away with squeezing your thighs together to get some relief? maybe? god, know knows…you’ve been here before, half asleep until joe is walking next to you without a second thought that it’s 3am. he’s shaking now, breathing uneven and stilted. this is when he starts gripping the swollen head of his cock, his other hand quickly grabbing at his balls and then reaching out to touch the softness of your body. “jesus, gonna c-cum”. your hand, which was still precariously laid atop his hip, starts to squeeze the bone there, and he knows - fuck, he knows you’re awake and within an instant, he gets up onto his knees, tossing the duvet off to expose your chest and with a few more jerks, he’s spilling his load all over your breasts. his release is loud and finite, like the pop of a balloon at a birthday party. joe is squeezing your left breast, pinching at the nipple when he finishes milking his cock. you hear him chuckle, “i know your were awake as soon as you turned over”. joe flops his body back down on the bed, neck to you and lowers his hand to your covered cunt, pulling the material to the side to push his index into the wet, “did you enjoy yourself, you little creep?”. you feel his smirk against your lips as he kisses you hastily. he knows you love hearing him with himself; the voyeurist in you completely satisfied with what has transpired. joe’s cum still adorns your skin, letting it settle there whilst he dip a finger into you, then two, then three, and then he kisses you again - so fucking hard - “let’s take care of this, shall we?”.

[koiimii]

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐞 | 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥.)

“𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨, 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨… 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩.”

———

The air was crisp and cool, creeping up your bare arms and biting at the skin each time the double doors of the pub swung open with the comers and goers of the night.

To anyone else, you most likely stood out.

Your dark tresses were pinned up and off your neck messily, whilst your sharpened ebony nails circled the rim of your glass. A dark lacey corset hugged your breasts and waist along with the black coated denim flares that sat prettily on your hips.

Sex on legs, that’s the phrase that has swirled around since you stepped in. You could admit you were conventionally attractive.

Nice body, beautiful pair of tits, Cinnamon coated lips a honey glazed eyes. Eye candy not a soul under the night’s stars would have the pleasure to taste however.

You weren’t crazy.

Sat alone in the corner, your smoky eyes scanned over the expanse of the foggy, dim-lit bar. Drunken bodies danced to no melody in particular despite something by Nirvana you were sure, was echoed faintly above them.

Drunken middle-aged men who were quietly abandoning their corporate lives and unhappy trophy wives to indulge in cheep beer and Barbie dolls with fake IDs. College students decorated with perfect grades and exhaustion forced a vengeful hangover upon themselves for the following day…

You wondered if you somehow floated in between these groups.

You mixed your drink in your hand idly, watching as the red liquid swirled between ice cubes and sunken cherries. You had only been hoping something would get at least a bit more interesting, blowing out the smoke from your slowly dying cigarette in your free hand.

Truth was you were lonely.

You were here alone every Friday, a book in your purse, to order the same drink, and see the same people. and smoke the same cigarette. You didn’t have friends, and you often found yourself arguing internally as to wether that was by fate or by choice but either way…

You simply didn’t have any friends.

You didn’t do relationships, not since high school anyway… and you wondered if, had you decided to go to your reunion, would you have a less disappointing social life. People always told you it was your face. That you looked miserable, that you needed to “smile more.”

People also told you, people being the middle-aged wise men, that it was because you were pretty. That “Pretty girls scared the world and they were better off alone…”, you secretly liked that reasoning a bit better.

In all honesty, there was only one person you’d give anything to see again. Even just for a moment.

You hadn’t seen him in years.

You blew out another puff of smoke, watching the cloud fade into the milky yellow-ness of the bar once more.

You had found that more entertaining than anything else at the moment. More entertaining than the old man ogling you from the bar and beckoning you with a wrinkled finger, more entertaining than the drunken homeless woman, curling her hair in front of the grumpy bartender…

More entertaining than…

You eyed the many faces in the room for a few more moments before they fell on a face that nearly made your heart skip a beat. You had hardly touched your drink, and you weren’t high…

Your thoughts trailed off, and you took another long drag of your cigarette, blowing out the smoke whilst you tilted your head in curiosity.

You hadn’t realized it, but you had left your drink and creaky chair behind, heeled boots carrying you cautiously towards the stranger, hopefully…

He was leaned calmly against the wall, head tilted back and yet you still couldn’t quite make out his features, although you could see the faint sharpness of his nose and jaw. His hair was messy, curling over his ears and falling into shadowed eyes.

His free hand was stuffed into the packets of what looked like a worn leather jacket, puffed around his arms. Worn denim jeans hugged his legs along with thick looking boots… like yours, only they had seen better times.

Just as you had before, he took in a drag of his cigarette, his looking newer than yours. Your feet found stability planted right in front of him and yet he still hadn’t seen you… was he pretending not to see you?

You couldn’t be mistaken with something as clear as this. You blinked and soon, a small knowing smirk tugged at your lips.

“Alex.”, it was clear, confident and confirmed when he turned to you.

He looked surprised, as if the sound of his own name from a supposed stranger rocked his tranquil peace. His eyes, that you could now see clearly, were blown wide and almost nervous.

You couldn’t help but take note of the way those nerves seemed to slither down his throat then, shaking his Adam’s apple. His lips parted and you recorded the moment his chest tensed, then rose and fell into a steady pace again… as if he remembered to breath.

So he did recognize you.

“(Y/n)…?”

Your smile grew wider as he pushed himself off the wall and stepped towards you… hesitant.

———

Bright white flickering lights quivered above your heads, the buzzing of glass drink fridges and the smell of stale coffee hung in the air now. The only thing that could be heard was the crumple of tampered junk food and the heavy steps of your boots.

You walked along the colorfully stocked shelves and racks of the convenience store, plucking lazily at the various sweets and snacks. You didn’t care for them.

Your attention was really on the male on the other side.

Peering up and over the shelf just enough to catch Alex’s sights already waiting for you from across the store, you snickered softly to yourself.

Your eyes met, his earthy gaze seemed soft and steady, yet still burning in away that gave you a sense of nostalgia… you missed feeling him look at you.

You and Alex dated in high school.

You were wild and free-spirited and wanted the world at your fingertips… Alex on the other hand, well he just enjoyed your crave for freedom. To him you were beautiful… looking at you was like staring into the eyes of fire and he wanted to get burned.

He found you magnetic and soon even someone as reserved as himself, someone who swore you were out of his league… couldn’t stay away.

You were labeled as an odd pairing at first too.

Everyone liked you, was curious about you, wanted to be or to have you… but you didn’t really care about everyone. Alex however… he was well-known only because there was nothing known about him at all. Alex Turner had always been a bit mystery.

He was quiet, awkward, odd… He was always very private, and assumed no one cared for him or his thoughts until he met you. To you he was pretty, and dreamy. He was tired, and gentle, and just a little sharp around the edges.

Your story was short and bittersweet. The two of you were like puppies in love! Inseparable to say the least, but the honeymoon phase was short-lived and Alex started to behave differently.

He began to distance himself, to avoid you and that summer, just before the start of your senior year together he broke it off suddenly. It hurt of course, but you handled it well enough. The school year began and you pushed him and all the memories to the back of your mind…

You figured that was the end of it, it seemed unlike him yes, but you never really know someone’s true self. Not even half a week went by before news spread and you learned what never really sat right with you.

Alex Turner had disappeared.

No one knew of his whereabouts. He didn’t even appear on the news with the other Missing Person reports. He vanished into the quietness of your small town so easily….

It was suddenly as if he never existed, like he had become only a figment of your imagination.

You had never seen him again since then, but that didn’t stop you from thinking of him every once and awhile. You had secretly missed him to no end, and that small desire to meet him again one day made tonight feel all the more like a dream.

“I want these.”, you chirped, tossing the thick packet of strawberry lace onto the check-out counter along with a chilled bottle of Mexican coke.

You glanced up at Alex only briefly as he reached into his pockets to pay. Watching his movements alone fascinated you. They were slow and fluid, and careful, like his instincts were constantly at an all-time high.

Where had he been for 5 whole years?

He still looked so youthful, like nothing had changed since high school. Only under the flickering white lights of the shop, there was paleness in contrast to the summery tan you remembered and loved. His fluffed hair still looked soft and shiny, and you secretly fought the urge to take your fingers and rake them through.

He noticed your stare and turned to you, delivering a shy and almost hesitant crooked smile as he grabbed your treats from the cashier along with the thin receipt.

The smile was tense and awkward, and it then dawned on you that you both seemed to be dancing around what should’ve been an interrogation session between past lovers turned strangers.

The casualness of your reunion seemed almost comical.

———

Leaning back against the cool brick wall of an empty alleyway now, you hummed to yourself as he stood stiffly beside you, his sweet gaze was averted to the sky and for a moment and you had grown jealous of the moon.

Your brow knitted softly and you couldn’t help but let your bottom lip jut out the slightest bit in a natural pout. To be admired by him like that again, was a new found desire you weren’t opposed to.

He pressed his lips into a thin line and glanced at you quickly, a stolen peek at your relaxed and naked form only for you to quickly put your sultry face on once again. He waded backwards out into the open space of the alley, hands shoved in his pockets, nose now pointed to the ground.

The clouds of steam flowing from the grated potholes beneath the streets silhouetted his shadow and he looked almost ominous... The street lights above his head illuminated his relaxed and less-stiffened figure to an extent that made your lips part. The fullness of his unkept hair, the sharp outline of his nose and jaw… he was still so perfect.

Like time had mercy on his body and instead let him age like the finest of wines. It made something shift in your demeanor as you stood up a little straighter and squinted until he stepped back towards you again, pacing slowly back and fourth but never leaving your sight…

He wanted you to be able to watch him, wanted to feel your eyes on him like a lion on prey.

The thought made him release a tiny scoff of laughter. How ironic would it be, for you to be the lion… himself the pray.

There was peaceful silence between the two of you, and you watched him pull a fresh cigarette from behind his ear as he shifted and wandered in that same tight circle in front of you. It was evident he wasn’t entirely comfortable just yet, but he was still with you and that spoke enough volumes for you to be satisfied.

You nodded towards him, arching you back off the wall with a dazed smile.

“Do you remember when we used to write notes to each other? Hide them in each other’s things…?”, your delivery had been soft, hesitant.

You couldn’t appear as if you so desperately wanted him to remember, even though you most definitely did. Your throat released a lump when he nodded gently and hummed a confirming “Yes.”

Your gaze followed him carefully, your grin never fading as you quirked a brow.

“That was fun.”, another brief remark to fill the silence.

He wasn’t a big talker, you remembered that… but now it would simply take some getting used to all over again.

“…Did you miss me?”

What would be the harm in truly saying how you felt in that moment. Voicing the things you truly wanted. Maybe if it became too embarrassing, you could convince him you had way too much to drink and the liquid courage was beginning to betray you.

You turned onto your side, shoulder still pressing into the brick wall for support as he finally took a position beside you, hands fidgeting in his pockets. He looked towards you and blew out the smoke from his cigarette through tightly pursed lips.

In contrast to his rougher actions, his eyes never failed to bore into your own with a sort of warmth and curiosity. There was a vulnerability that leaked from his person since the moment you locked eyes in the bar and now you could feel yourself being pulled towards him like a magnet.

“Hm?”, you slowly moved to stand in front of him, floating through the night’s chilled atmosphere just the same as he had moments ago.

It was his turn to follow your gaze from his perch on the wall and finally, before his line of vision could fully hit the ground, he peaked up at you and gave another quick nod.

“I did…”, he blinked, deep voice rasped and raw and somehow still softer than ever.

His accent sent warmth all through you, it’s uniqueness unlocking yet another core memory. You giggled and stood there, arms lazily at your sides before without thinking you stepped up to him…

He looked back at you, his eyes now quivering as you noticed the corners of his lips twitch up and his nostrils flare. You then slipped your arms under his coat and around his waist, it was firm and thin. You pressed your body close and closed your eyes.

He was ice cold, and you inhaled softly just as he did the same. You had originally been searching for his warmth but with his lack of any at all you could only enjoy the thick scent of musky cologne, fresh linen, and cigarettes.

Alex swallowed thickly, hands clenching into fists and flexing out wide-spread again, his cigarette hitting the ground still hardly finished. To feel you this close, so warm and real…

It felt so good it hurt.

Your voice, your eyes, your lips, your scent, all of it had been coursing through him in a tidal wave since an hour ago and soon he’d drown.

The feeling of your arms around him, made a spark ignite that he hadn’t felt in a long while whilst being in the quietness of his hollowed body’s shell and a melancholic mind.

He tilted his chin to the sky once more, eyes closed as if praising God for setting him here in this very moment. He drank in every electric tinge of your flesh on his, closing his eyes tight as if to remember it.

“You’re so cold…”, your faint whine made him lick his lips, a bitter quirk of acknowledgment tugging at his brow as his eyes opened to meet the starry sky again.

“I know, love.”

“…Do you want to come over…?”

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Your apartment felt more like a motel room… Smelled like one too, if it were owned by an old Hollywood jazz club, thick with traces of cigarette smoke, and expensive perfume.

Sitting on your bed now, hands in his lap, Alex had a chance to take everything in. Scanning over the various worn, antique trinkets and decoration choices, lace underwear left on your desk chair, an ash tray on your dresser, torn and thinning band posters stapling your walls… it still felt like you.

The you from 5 years ago anyway.

It felt like he was sitting on your bed back in your family home so long ago, fidgeting nervously as he heard your dad downstairs. Waiting for you to come up like you promised, because he had for the first time ever, snuck in through a window to be with you.

Alex wondered, how had you been? Had you been just as devastated as he was before he vanished? Before… that night? Not a day had gone by during his whereabouts where he hadn’t thought about you, and it broke him. To see you had even remembered him at all seemed like a cruel joke on him.

Now, this entire night felt like a dream he’d rather die then wake up from.

Die again anyway…

He noticed the small clock on your nightstand strike 3:00 AM, and he tapped on the glossy black metal absentmindedly until the sound of your bathroom door opening snatched his attention.

You emerged, arms crossed over your chest and clad in a large wrinkled t-shirt, some frilly little sleep shorts fluttering around your bare thighs. You looked so innocent in comparison to before. Stripped off all your tight clothes and cat-lined eyes, you looked so much more… vulnerable.

That made two of you.

Alex watched you carefully, not moving from his spot on the edge of your bed and not really moving at all. He stiffened as you crawled up towards him, and with ease you slipped under his arm and simply laid there, back to him with the comforting weight of his arm draped over your side.

His fingers just barely brushed the surface of your t-shirt, and yet they twitched with the urge to slip beneath it… to only rest on your skin and see if it was truly as warm as it felt when you had hugged him in the alley.

You were silent. Your playful, flirty demeanor had gone, reason being that it had finally dawned on you… Alex Turner was in your bedroom after vanishing years ago.

You weren’t scared, or anxious, or on edge… only you hated the feeling of your mind kicking into overdrive with questions and concerns that hadn’t occurred earlier in the night.

You swallowed thickly, blinking into the boring familiarity of your bedroom before speaking.

“I don’t have any friends.”

It was sad, and pathetic but the truth that you felt only Alex deserved to know. Maybe you wanted him to know you had actually gone socially backwards after graduating high school…

Maybe you wanted him to know he too could share what changed in his life? It was only fair.

Alex on the other hand, pulled his eyes from your bare legs and looked back at you, your nose and cheeks still rosy from the night’s air, your hair clipped up in a cracked barrette.

What would he even say to that…?

He might’ve thought you were exaggerating, playing with dramatics but seeing as you hadn’t smiled not even once since the two of you stepped through your door, he knew you were only trying to be open…

“We can be friends then… if you’d want that.”

The sincerity in such an awkward reply was something you learned only Alex could do. It made your heart flutter with how gently he tried to handle the way he spoke to you.

He gulped, turning around towards your bedroom just as he felt you shift under his arm and finally sit to face him. Your attention was tunneled in on him and he wanted you to look away suddenly.

Suddenly he felt small, like maybe that was a dumb thing to say and he was an idiot.

“Friends tell each other secrets… is there something you should tell me, Alex?”

You knew.

Alex felt colder than he did regularly and with the remembrance of the secret he feared you discovered, came the burning feeling that suddenly shot down his throat.

He licked his lips whilst shifting the slightest bit more to turn away from your glassy stare, only his eyes couldn’t look away. His vision seeped into yours and he hoped maybe he wouldn’t have to say anything… Was there something he should tell you…

“I died.”, it was quick, and he realized it sounded even more sickening with no real elaboration.

You blinked softly, expression unreadable and his eyebrows knitted the faintest bit. Did you understand now…? You had to have understood. You wouldn’t torture him with more explaining would you?

“So you’re a ghost?…. You’re like a vampire?”, your eyebrows raised and soon a crooked smile tugged on your full tinted lips.

You began to laugh, and Alex quickly looked away, his hands spreading out only to clench into fists around your sheets. He was beginning to panic and the sound of your laughter began to bounce around his head.

He reluctantly turned back to you as your laughter faded into the silence and you leaned back on your arms.

“And I’m a werewolf.” Your sarcasm made his jaw clench.

He couldn’t be upset with you no, if only you knew… Staring at you now, your broken barrette betraying your hair and letting loose locks fall onto your neck and cheeks, your eyes still glossy from your passed laughter… your expectant expression.

You really thought he was joking, and for a minute he contemplated saying he was… but the searing heat shot down through him again and suddenly you were clouding his mind.

He had to show you, he had to let you know in the best way he knew how. A white hot iron rod was twisting down his throat and Alex couldn’t stop himself from zoning in on you alone.

Your flushed skin, pulsing with life… the sweet scent of you swarming him had become maddening, and now that he himself knew he told you the truth, he could only drive it home.

You grunted, shifting under his panicked gaze and were about to change the subject before you felt his lips on yours.

It shocked you to your core. His tongue entangling with yours with a desperation, cool and sweet… you whined softly, feeling the weight of his body begin to push you back into the flimsy plushness of your mattress. Your hands, pressing into the bed behind you would soon give out support, and your thoughts were spinning out of control.

You quickly disregarded any thoughts from before, his kiss intoxicating you from the inside out and you tried to press yourself closer. You gasped as his mouth left yours, trying to gather your breath as he attacked your neck with open-mouthed kisses and feverish suckling.

Alex had completely snapped, and his urges were insatiable. He groaned softly against your skin, followed by the softest of whimpers and you gripped his shoulders before your eyes blew wide.

The piercing sting of pain shot up the length of your neck and across your chest as your back finally hit the mattress. His body hovering over yours, his dainty silver chain dangling in your fading vision before everything went dark.

He had bitten you…

He bit you…

Alex Turner really was a vampire.

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𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝.

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧…

A/N: I know I’m late, but in honor of Spooky Season’s passing, I thought I’d whip up a purposely vague, sexy and mysterious vampire au.

Hope you enjoyed.

[chestnutninny]

I Thought I Hated You- Chapter 2

Warnings: violence, almost smut.

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"So, how was your date?" Yoy asked Borin as she walked towards your desk, coffee in hand.

"It was bad, the guy was a total creep."

"Too bad. Is that for me?" You gestured to the other coffee cup that occupied her other hand. She nodded, gently settling it down in front of you.

You took a sip and practically moaned at how good it lasted, not missing the way her eyes darkened slightly and her cheeked tinted pink.

The moment was interrupted by Gibbs who ushered you both to the interrogation room, where three people sat, all of them suspects to the murder of the marine.

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You took your seat towards the back of the room, taking notes from the conversations that were happening between the five people in front of you. You saw Gibbs leave the room to get water for the suspects, but you didn't really pay too much attention to what was going on.

That was until you felt the table lunge forward, one of the mens hands wrapped tightly around Borin throat, her face red and panicked. You ran forward and kneed him in between his legs from behind, forcing him to fold over, letting go of Borin.

You guided her out of the room and told Gibbs to go back inside and be careful. You took Abigail into an unused interrogation room, passing her a bottle of water that you had taken from Gibbs on the way here.

"Are you okay?" You questioned, as you looked her up and down, making sure she wasn't hurt anywhere else.

"I'm fine, Y/N. I had it covered in there, you shouldn't have got involved."

"Yeah, you sure looked like you had it in control." You countered back.

You both argued back and forth for what felt like an eternity before you decided that you should leave, not bothered to carry this fight on. As your hand grasped the door handle, your jumper sleeve was yanked back, pulling your actions to a halt.

You spun on your heels, turning to face Abigail, who stared back at you. Although this time, her eyes were dark and hooded, and her face was flushed. Her lips collided with yours before you knew it, and you were being pushed up against the door whilst her hands fumbled with the lock.

Despite the incredible feeling of her lips on yours and the magnetic pull that she seemed to have on your body, you pulled away, pushing her back slightly.

"Borin, what are you doing?" You quizzed.

"I need you, Y/N. I know you want me too, I've seen how you look at me." She smirked as you averted your gaze from her.

Her long finger slowly unbuttoned her shirt, fumbling on a few. You bit your lip as you caught a glimpse of the black lace bra that held onto her chest, her boobs being pushed up together.

You surged forward, ripping open the shirt, the last few buttons flinging off and scattering on the floor.

"I hope you're going to get me a new one of those." Abigail sassed.

"You can have one of mine." You winked at her, pulling the now loose sshirt from her body. She rolled her eyes at your remark, making you pull her closer by the front of her bra.

"If you keep rolling your eyes at me, I'll give you something to roll them for." You husked if her ear before biting her neck. She gasped as this and moaned as you kissed down her neck, across her collarbones, until you reached the swell of her breasts.

You pushed her to sit in the seat that was in front of the table. You leant around her to unfasten the clasp of her bra when her phone went off.

She huffed and reached into her pocket to answer it.

"Agent Borin..." She introduced, waiting for a response from the other end of the line. "Yeah, I'll be right there."

She hung up the phone, putting her face in her hands.

"Is everything okay?" You asked.

"Yeah, Ziva said Gibbs needs me in the office. I need to fill out a statement. Y/N, I'm so sorry."

"It's fine, go. Gibbs needs you." You nodded to the door with a smile on your face.

She reached into her coat pocket, pulling out a card with her contact information on.

"Contact me, and we'll arrange something, I promise." She rushed out the door and you took the card from her hand.

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You headed back to the office after your little incident with Abigail and went over to Ziva's desk. She couldn't hide the huge smirk that radiated on her face.

"So...did you have fun?" She questioned, wiggling her eyebrows.

"What do you mean?" You asked, sincerely.

"Come on, Y/N. I heard her on the phone, and she was pretty out of breath, and she was flustered when she came in here. I know for certain that you were with her."

"Fine, but you can't tell anyone. We argued, made out and then you called."

"So you didn't...you know?"

"No! You're such a cock-block, Ziva." You chuckled, as you pointed a mocking fingerings at her.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I thought you did." Ziva shook her head. "Did you at least get her number or something?"

"Yeah. She told me to call her later to arrange when we mext see each other."

"Awww. Well, I'm glad that you're both finally doing something about your feeling. It's about time."

"What?" You looked shocked.

"It's so obvious that you like each. You could cut the tension with a knife. The sexual tension that is."

At this, you rolled your eyes, spinning on your desk chair.

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[swelling-ftm-belly]

Heavily pregnant you kept taking load after load, wanting to be as full at all times, sometimes shoving a plug into your hole to keep the seed inside. Even if you were already pregnant it was the thought that counted. It wasn’t like it would change anything now would it…

It was your 5 month scan, I’d put 6 loads in you in the past few days, you lay back and watched as he scanned your massive womb, always not fully used to scanning a guys belly and seeing a baby, but even more so this time, since there was more than one. My seed was so potent I’d gotten you pregnant with another baby, whilst you were pregnant…

You noticed me, I was the new guy next door. You thought I’m just an average straight dude. It was the image I wanted people to have about me, as I was dressing more casually in baggy jeans and oversized sweaters. No more tight tank tops, high rise jeans, or the occasional shorts with a crop top on a hot summer day. As autumn creeped around the corner, I avoided going outside or being seen - and you noticed. 

I thought nobody noticed, but you did, a lot. You noticed the little bulge around my waist getting bigger and bigger. When I had to go out for groceries or some errands, I’d rub my hand subconsciously over my swollen belly, and I caught you looking at me.

Days went by, my belly was growing, and so was your attention. Until one day, we ran into each other in the corridor leading to your apartment. You were surprised to see me there; while I stood, innocently rubbing my baby bump, wearing a white shirt that stretched over my heavy & swollen belly.  

I told you that I left the man who knocked me up; but soon I realized I was aching to be filled again, my wet hole dripping with need. I couldn't help myself a few months ago, and that was what got me into this gravid state. It won’t be as bad this time, to take just a few loads - it’s not like I can get anymore pregnant.

I was soon stretched wide and open on your bed, you were admiring and worshiping my pregnant male body, amazed at how I was going to hide that belly, already so huge and plump at four months. I was so desperate to be filled with cum, that I let you shoot load after load into my already pregnant womb- little did I realize how that womb was so willing to take your seed.

You kept me filled that night, and so many nights afterwards. You couldn't get enough of my pregnant body, and I couldn’t get enough of your cum. I’d walk the corridor leaving your place every time with your semen running down my thighs, helplessly adjusting my hoodie to cover my growing belly and those engorged, lactating breasts I can no longer bind.

I couldn’t understand why or how I got so huge, I was so heavy and lactating that I needed your help with even the simplest chores around the house - which was your excuse to fill up my hole, and dump your hot loads deep inside my pregnant body whenever you could. 

Only when it was time for my fifth month scan did I realize I got knocked up again. That same morning I took a load from you that I could still feel wetting my underwear; while I laid back on the medical recliner looking at the ultrasound. 

What was only noticeable by you a month ago was now on full display, everyone would look and realize that the new allegedly average straight dude next door couldn’t keep his legs shut, that his desperation to be filled with cum was so bad that he got himself knocked up with two babies from two different men.