#I am yearning for fullness and friction

[thespicybumblingbee]

Today is an “I just want to be filled entirely while sitting around and doing my daily tasks” kind of day.

#desperate brain desperate body #I am yearning for fullness and friction

[t4rt4gl14]

Cockwarming the genshin men and watching them squirm 😻😻 in public or not is fine [drool]

#.c0ckw4rm1ng…

-> 𝙁𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂 : DICKZ!! — diluc. itto. childe. kaeya. zhongli. [ BONUS : PANTALONE !! thoma. xiao ]

☻ — 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : mndi. DARK CONTENT AHEAD. FEM!reader + c0ckw4rming duhh 🙄 + edging + sub!reader & dom!reader + spanking + degradation + praise + brat taming + body praise + hickeys <3 ( giving and receiving ) + kinda public s3x ? ( diluc — childe — kaeya ) + b3lly bulge ( itto — pantalone )

A/N : y’all 🔥 I ADDED PANTALONE AS A BONUS cuz i didn’t know if i could write him well 💀 but first time 4 everything ig

DILUC !!

🌀 — here you are, sitting on his lap, his chest snug against your back, you patiently wait for him to do his paperwork whilst you sit on his lap however you cannot ignore the pleasure pulsating yet unsatisfying as you sit in your spot with dilucs cock deep inside of you. your soft gummy insides make him want to bend you over and pound you right there and then but he convinces himself to sit still so the pleasure will be fucking delicious later on. “d-diluc..please move! i cant~ i wanna feel good”, you whine with a small frown on your face, “i wouldn’t want to punish you dove, now do a small favour and keep your lips sealed as i finish off this paperwork, i assure you once i am finished you’ll be in bliss.” and he wasn’t lying..30 minutes later he’s destroying your insides, reaching so far inside as you he uses you like a personal fleshlight..you’ve no choice but to take it and enjoy it like the good girl you are!~

ITTO !!

🌀 — “c-cupcake m’sorry just for a little while more, m’kay?? my good girl”, his thick cock stuffed inside of you, reaching all the deepest places, you knew it was big but not this big. “itto! please m-move mmmghh!”, your pleads and cries fell on deaf ears just as he snuggled up to your hips even more, biting and nipping at your neck whilst you tug on his horns, at which, the bulge becomes evident at some point especially when you sway your hips back and forth, just yearning for some sort for friction! even when you scratch and claw at ittos back- he still can’t help himself. is it wrong that he’s been edging you despite no punishment being deserved, in fact you’ve been good to him the entire week! but he can’t help it!! the tightness of your gooey cunt, the unexpected contractions and squeezes, you two might be here for a while <33

CHILDE !!

🌀 — well i must say this is a punishment for you both, whilst he signs off his paperwork and you patiently sit there with his cock nudged inside. so big that it presses right up to your cervix and each time you cry and beg for more, the tears cascading down your flushed cheeks, he only tuts and adds on 10 minutes, patting on you the back, occasionally he’ll allow you to move, a thrust or two just to edge you tease even more but that’s about it however he admires your patience and courtesy..constantly reassuring you that once your punishment is over he’ll fuck you so good that you won’t even remember your own name. the thought alone causes you to contract around him— if childe were not holding back he would’ve cum long time ago- painting your inside a pretty white but none the less he holds it all in just so he could torture you more ! <33

KAEYA !!

🌀 — kaeyas only intention was to have you sit on his lap whilst marking knight of favonius paperwork however the plans seem to have diverted..now both of you are here kissing each other, practically snogging, you wonder when you’ll take a break for air although it seems as though it’s not needed. the tip pressing right up into your sweet spot which only causes you to tighten, “s-snowflake-! a-angh you’re c-clamping down mm~”, and it’s only a matter of time before kaeya sets all the paperwork to the side and place your back gently on the table, railing you and claiming your insides as his own. which we all know, eventually leads to your cunt being so full that his seed leeks out whilst some sloshes inside <333

ZHONGLI !!

🌀 — despite handing over his gnosis to the fatui and attempting to live the rest of his life as a mortal— he still gets such symptoms of when he was rex lapis; for example! the horns and even a tail can be seen from time to time but only when he’s extremely horny…and today he demanded you to sit on his lap and take it all in despite it being much larger than usual! if you whined, he would only shove his fingers down your throat and order you to be quiet, “such sluts do not have the right to whine. let alone disrespect an archon”, however for your sake, he’ll rub your clit ever so slowly just so the pleasure doesn’t die down but only increase >:)

☆ BONUS ☆

-> PANTALONE !!! : edging with pantalone is certainly something. he’ll keep smiling with that ‘innocent’ smile of his even when you’ve been sitting on his cock for hours. massaging your tummy, pressing down on the bulge just to make you even more sensitive, he just loves it when you arch your back, the way your face contorts- it turns him on so much! he wonders how long you’ll be able to stay in this position until you break.

-> THOMA !! : thoma is so cute! his skin etched red as he tugs on the ropes, gaze clouded with lust whilst eyeing your body, the spot where you two connect- wondering when you will move; just do something..anything!! move up or down or back n forth! he doesn’t care he just wants to feel good :( his cock engulfed by the warm of your sweet cunt. thomas completely at your mercy just to be your good boy~

-> XIAO !! : xiao is just skfbjsdbsn, cheeks flushed as he hides into your neck, his precum smearing across your gummy walls whilst he clutches onto your shirt, almost tearing it. you could hear the slight mewls and whines even when he tried hiding, biting his lip found no avail so eventually in the end he just attempted to get you to move…which only caused you to prolong the time of his punishment— truly you show no respect for the adepti >:(

TAGGING : @kxisuke @itthoee @currysrealm @leathernourishingshoepolish @stygianoir

#genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #genshin drabbles #genshin impact drabbles #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #diluc x reader smut #itto x reader #childe x reader #kaeya x reader #zhongli x reader #pantalone x reader #thoma x reader #xiao x reader #diluc smut #itto smut #childe smut #kaeya smut #zhongli smut #pantalone smut #thoma smut #xiao smut #diluc x you #itto x you #childe x you #kaeya x you

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

𝙸𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊 - 𝙿𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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Ft On a Park Bench + kinda a little bit sub(-ish??) Iida, handjob, Dom Iida at the end

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own BNHA or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

WC: 1,230

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Includes 1(One) use of Y/n, 2nd Person POV, obligatory exhibitionism/public sex warning (Series Warning)

𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔦 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢: don’t worry, no innocent young eyes will be exposed to this debauchery, also slightly more dominant reader in this, but like,,, soft dom,, more like guiding/instructing role kinda thing???

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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You cling to Tenya’s side as you press kisses to his neck, up to his jaw.

“Are you feeling good, baby?” You whisper in his ear, nibbling on his lobe.

“Y-yes, angel.. I- I am…” He grunts, his left hand tightening over your waist as he swipes his right thumb over his slit. He pumps his hand faster now, letting out shuttering breaths at the pleasure he’s giving his cock. You bite your lip at the scene before you and communicate as such with a wet kiss right on his pulse point. The sight has you already drenching the bench under you and the edge of your skirt. You shift your hips to get some friction while you resist the urge to touch yourself. ‘Not just yet…’

Finally, once you see someone, you slide your hand from resting over his ribs to rub over his muscle tee-clad chest. You caress his rippling pectorals and glance over to make eye contact with the man who seemed to freeze for a moment. Looking around to make sure no one saw him, he slinked back to sit on the bench across the park and failed to hide his intense gaze.

You had planned to add yourself to the show once you had an audience but seeing the man’s intense gaze with just your boyfriend spurred you on more to just accentuate your man’s lovely show. You smirk at him then return your full attention to your lovely lovely loverboy who was being so good for you.

“You’re doing so good for me, Tenya. Keep it up and put on a good show for our audience.” You smile against his neck where you place a kiss an inch or two beside his jugular. He sends a small nervous glance at you but his expression immediately softens when he sees your comforting, reassuring, albeit sultry look and he leans into you a bit as he continued his rhythm of strokes over his thick 7 inch cock.

You smile and shift to lay your cheek on his shoulder to look at the man. His eyes are glued to you both, the way Tenya works his shaft and the gorgeous expressions he’s making and the way you’re attached to his side, stroking your hands up and down his chest and leaving kisses on his shoulder and neck. The intense gaze on your boyfriend makes you swell with pride. You already knew that Tenya is beyond attractive and that many, many people will stare at him with yearning and desire, but you’re the one that can call him yours. And you’re the one that he calls his.

“I know how much you like it when I run my tongue up the underside of your amazing cock, Tenya. Why don’t you give your favorite spots the attention they deserve?” You murmur into his ear while you run your hand up his chest to lightly dance your fingers over his collarbone. That’s his favorite spot for you to leave your marks, for you to kiss and suck and mark.

“Y-yes… My Star.” He pants. He still isn’t used to you being in the reins just yet, but he’s trying to let himself fall into the role of obedience. When you had said you wanted to try something more.. risqué, he wasn’t entirely sure. But when you showed him videos of people being so… lewd like that in such a risky place, he couldn’t help the tightness of his pants in reaction.

You’d both agreed to ease into it. You would suck him off in a supply closet at his agency, the door unlocked. Then, he ate you out on top of his desk, the door unlocked again and the blinds only mostly drawn. After that, when he felt more confident, he had you riding him in the back of the theatre. Sure it was the third time they showed the movie, but there was still a fair amount of people there. Then, finally, Tenya fucked you against the wall in the locker room, practically in plain sight with your one leg hoisted up over his shoulder and the other hooked around his waist.

The memories have your pussy growing wetter and leaking out more onto the park bench. Tenya shifts his hips again to adjust his seat, spreading his legs wider while you slide your hand down his chest onto his thigh and grip at the muscled meat of it.

“That’s it, Racer,” you breathe the nickname that never died from before he asked you out, “you’re putting on such a pretty show. Your pretty cock looks absolutely delicious.” You circle your hips to get some friction on your clit against the bench but keep your focus only split between Tenya and his little fan.

“Feels good, Star…” Tenya hums and tilts his head back and to the side to capture your lips as he speeds his hand up. Your lips mingle wetly and the sound is paired with the lewd sounds of his pre-cum slicking over his cock. A hum of appreciation leaves you as your hand slides further up his thigh to grip the inside just below where his fist meets his pelvis.

Shorter whines are muffled into the kiss as Tenya gets closer to his finish. Every few strokes he lets his hand rub over his tip and slick more pre-cum down his shaft as his thighs clench and spasm.

“My Star… My Darling… Y/n..!” Tenya calls against your lips as his hips buck up messily into his fist when he reaches the edge.

“Go ahead, Tenya. Cum for me. Show that little pervert how sexy you are when you cum.” You softly command him as you flex your hand to gently scrape your nails over the sensitive inside of his thigh. He tosses his head back against your shoulder as his face screws up in pleasure. His hand shoots to the base of his cock and squeezed just slightly as his balls tighten and his cock twitches as ropes of his cum shoot out. Strings of pearly white spurt over him and land on his tightened stomach and forearm.

“Fuuuck, baby..!” He calls out and almost instinctively slides his left hand up to grip your breast. His fingers easily find your nipple and pinch it between his fore and middle fingers. It pulls a pleasured gasp out of you as you watch his cumshot in amazement.

“So.. So sexy, Ten,” You gratefully mutter to him as you press an appreciative kiss to his lips as you side glance at the man across the park. He’s visibly huffing and spent with his hand still weakly moving over his crotch, his lighter pants now a bit darker there, as well. You smirk against Tenya’s lips and separate to look into his eyes.

“You did so well, Ten,” he coos at the praise and gives your breast a playful appreciative squeeze, earning a breathy giggle. “Well, now… It looks like you might need someone to clean you up.” You smirk at him and get one right back with a bite of his lip.

“That sounds perfect, angel. So be a good girl and get to work, yea?” Tenya easily falls back into his dominant persona as he flicks his wrist and brings your attention back to his still-slick cock in his fist.

“Yes, sir,” you slide off the bench.

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𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥:

@frosch-thefrog

#cw exhibitionism #tw exhibitionism #cw public sex #tw public sex #iida tenya x reader #tenya iida x reader #iida x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #spiderlily spells

[sxcaramouchex]

Shouki no Kami x afab! reader smut

a/n: I had so much fun writing this. I'm seriously so horny for him. I hope whoever reads this will enjoy it!! I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. Likes and comments are much appreciated! <3

Warnings: smut, swearing, no pronouns for the reader but reader is female bodied, degrading, scara of course being mean.

"Bow before me, worm!"

You were frightened. Standing before this....huge thing. You never really feared scaramouche before, but now...he was intimidating as a God, in his new form. You were really just a worm compared to him right now, your height reaching only to his legs.

You grabbed your weapon, ready to charge at him. You didn't want to die like this. Definitely not.

"Perish!!" His voice sent shivers down your spine. You didn't want to admit it but it kind of....excited you. The way his confident voice spoke these degrading words to you. So proud and full of himself. It made your pussy throb in need.

You didn't want to admit it but his new form as a God made your knees so weak.

You brushed off these thoughts for now, you need to focus on fighting.

Quickly, you tried charging at him with your sword but unfortunately for you, he was faster.

You tripped and landed on the ground.

"Worthless insect...did you really think you can defeat me? A mortal like you....doesn't even stand a chance before me - The Everlasting God of Arcane Wisdom!" You were afraid...but yet you didn't want to lose like this...

"I will not lose to you..." You said with a shaky voice. "I won't die like this!" You tried to get up but he quickly grabbed your body and picked you up from the ground.

"Let me go!!" You said while looking at him. You were now on his huge hand, while he held you in front of his "face". The speed when he picked you up high like this made you lose your balance, ending with you landing oh his hand with spread legs.

"Aahh!"

The way you landed on your crotch and the friction of his big, metal hand sent jolts of pleasure straight to your core. You looked down embarrassed.

"What was that, mortal? Why did you moan like a whore? Perhaps you are one, am i right?" His words made you even more horny and excited. It definitely didn't make your situation better.

"I'm not a whore...don't call me that."

He moved one of his fingers a bit higher up, the one that was just below your pussy.

"Haah...oh God..." You couldn't think straight, all you could think about was how good his mechanical hand felt against your pussy.

"Worthless insect...you thought you can defeat me but all you can do is rub your crotch like a slut against me. You're pathetic." He was mean and harsh to you, but yet his words made your pussy more and more wet.

"I'm..nghh...not pathetic..you're wrong!" You tried to keep your cool but his words, his hard hand made you yearn for more. For more degrading words, more friction against your poor clit that needed stimulation so bad.

"Am I really wrong? Look at yourself, you're acting like a slut. But your reactions are quite amusing. Go on then and show your true side to me. Maybe you would want to be a fucking whore for me to use?" He chuckled and looked down on you.

"Come on, grind your slutty cunt on my hand." You could hear in his voice that he was enjoying himself. Degrading and humiliating you, looking down on you. You wanted to say something to him, that you're not a slut and you won't give up that easily...but he started to move his huge finger up and down, creating even better friction against your clit. It broke you. All of your pride got lost.

"Ahhh please! I can't take it anymore..."

You were embarrassed, but at the same time so horny and wet that you couldn't think about anything else.

"Beg me, worm. Beg me to give your fucking cunt attention...beg me to use you, to degrade you!" He stopped moving his finger.

"Haah...please, I'm...begging you! Please rub your finger against my needy cunt. Please make me feel good!! Please degrade me more and more!"

"Hahaha good...now take off your clothes and make a mess on my hand." As soon as he said that you got rid of all your clothes, throwing them somewhere on the ground, along with your dignity that was left. You placed your bare pussy on his cold metal hand, starting to slowly move your hips back and forth.

"Ahhh! It feels..so good~" The friction felt amazing. Your wet pussy was already making a mess on his whole hand.

"Disgusting. You repulse me, mortal. You can't even hold back your desires, do you seriously get excited when i speak those words to you? Does your needy cunt like this?" He laughed at you. But you didn't care, it was clear that you were enjoying yourself.

"Yes it excites me!!! My needy pussy likes that very much.." Your face was red, you started moving faster, not even embarrassed by the sounds your wet cunt was making.

"Pathetic whore. I knew something was off about you when i saw you. Didn't expect you to like being looked down on haha! I bet you would love to be my personal slut, serving me and satisfying even my sickest desires. Now take it all like a good little bitch!" He started moving his finger up and down fast, helping you get more friction against your wet pussy.

"So good...I'm gonna cum! Haah... please...!"

You were moaning and whining loud, not even caring that someone might hear you. The feeling of his cold hand against your warm and soaking cunt was a delightful pleasure. You desperately grinded your hips to chase your high faster.

"Oh God~ I'm gonna cum!! Please please help me cum!" You looked at him and started also playing with your sensitive nipples. The pleasure was too much, you could feel your high approaching.

"Cum for me like a good obedient slut! Moan and scream my name you pathetic worm. Slide your fucking wet cunt on my hand faster. It's an order!"

"AHHH!! SHOUKI!! SHOUKI!! IT FEELS TOO GOOD!"

You came hard hearing his demanding voice, your juices soaking his hand and dripping on the ground below you. He helped you ride your orgasm so well.

"Haah...thank you...thank you my God~" You were breathing heavily, taking some time to calm down after such a strong pleasure. He slowly put you down on the ground, laughing at your tired self.

"I must admit, it was quite a show. I might make you my personal whore, since you like my degrading words so much and you clearly are needy for my attention. I don't blame you, who wouldn't worship a God like me? Get dressed for now but prepare that next time, my whole finger is going to fuck that slutty cunt of yours."

#genshin impact #genshin impact smut #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x you #wanderer smut #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x you #shouki no kami #genshin impact x you

[cambion-companion]

Aemond watching his two wives smooch:

phew I don't know if I am qualified to do this fam but here we goooooo

Aemond x female!reader x Alys drabble | light smut | heavy petting

You arched your neck into her touch as Alys kissed her way down to your shoulder to the hollow of your throat. You tugged her back up to your face, pressing a soft kiss to her full lips, your hand traveling down the bodice of her green dress to knead at the swell of her breast.

She moaned, a delicious sound, into your mouth as she moved against you. Her tongue swept across yours, her own hands traveling up your thigh to the apex of your legs. You spread your thighs open wider, allowing her delicate fingers to explore your heat with dexterous intent.

Leaning on the frame of the doorway, Aemond watched the two women tangled up together on the cushioned couch. Their bodies moved together in sensual rhythm, seeking the friction they both desperately craved. His lilac eye flickered across their lithe bodies, twisting against each other, the hands that roamed and caressed, their mouths moving against each other with increasingly lewd sounds.

He yearned to join them, but at the same time was loathe to interrupt such a divine scene. Aemond shifted uncomfortably from his place at the door, his hard arousal confined still within his tightening breeches. Only when the women began moaning in earnest did he step forward to join in their pleasure.

#aemond smut #aemond x alys #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x reader smut #prince aemond x reader #aemond fanfic #aemond fanfiction #aemond imagine #aemond drabble #hotd aemond x reader #aemond x you #aemond x y/n #aemond one eye x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x female reader

[kanekisfavoritegf]

Addicted

COD GHOST my lil baby girl

this is kinda like a lazy pt 2 to the Dubai one I wrote.

Ghost and reader are safe in a military base and are now getting ready to go there separate ways.

UNEDITED AND NOT PROOF CHECKED

Warnings: Smut, Oral, m receiving, dry humping if you squint.

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“Fucking hell.” Ghost would whimper out lowly, bringing his large hand to your thigh as you finished cleaning a cut on his upper arm.

“Stay still, Riley.” You said, eyebrows furrowed in focus as you continued cleaning.

You sat next to him in an empty tent. You had just gotten back from your failed mission in Dubai. You and Ghost hadn’t talked about what had taken place at the abandoned furniture store since you had been rescued.

You had offered to clean and change his wound before you, and he went your separate ways. The air was thick and full of tension, and you could feel yourself getting wetter as his hand squeezed at your thigh each time he felt too much pain.

“You almost done?” He’d asked with a groan.

“Yes, I am almost done. But you know, I would have finished sooner if you had just stayed still.”

“Where have I heard that before.” He scoffed a little.

“Don’t be gross.” Once you had just finished applying the bandage, you gave the man a gentle squeeze on his arm, watching as his eyes shut in pain. You smirked a little at the sound of a faint moan. “I didn't take you for the masochist type.”

“Shut up.” His voice came off in a warning manner.

“Since you've been in a lot of pain, how bout I help you out? Hm?” Dropping to your knees, you flashed a toothy grin his way.

“Just make it quick, okay? I have to leave soon, and I don't need people asking about me fucking the rookie.” You rolled your eyes at his statement.

His eyes, the only indicator of his emotions, bore into yours as you slowly pulled his semi-hard length out of his pants. Pulling it slowly once or twice before spitting it down onto him.

You felt his thighs twitch and flex as you finally put your mouth to work. You gave him a lick from base to tip, following the outline of a particularly prominent vein that ran along the side of his dick. You watched in complete arousal as he let out a loud whine, his head falling back in pleasure, making you want to tease him just a little more.

“Be quiet. You don't wanna get caught, do you?” giving a teasing bite to his tip. Not at all with force. Just enough pressure to call his attention to you.

Ghost's hand flung to his mouth as he attempted to muffle a particularly loud moan that came over him as you finally took him in your mouth fully.

“Please.” He whispered out; you weren't sure what exactly he was begging for, but either way, it did something to you. You could feel yourself clenching over nothing. Your body was yearning for his touch, and all because you were giving him a simple blowjob.

You kept at it, sucking and licking all over his erect dick, raising your hands to cup and squeeze his balls. All the while you practically humped the air, hoping that the tightness of your pants would provide you with enough friction to keep you satisfied.

Simon’s hand was now placed and the back of your head. Guiding you along his length as he began to thrust up into your mouth. You did your best not to choke as he began to fuck your mouth sporadically.

“Swallow it all. I don’t want to have to clean up the mess.” He grunted as you struggled to breathe. You felt your vision become blurred with tears as you swallowed every last drop of his thick cum.

You are addicted to the taste of him, and you still haven't even seen his face.

#ghost thirst #cod ghost thirst #cod ghost smut #simon riley thirst #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley smut #simon riley #ghost smut #ghost cod #ghost cod smut

[knifefather]

could i request bruno fucking a male reader and they are in the middle od having sex when suddenly abbacchio walks in on them? thank you!

Absolutely!!! Honestly, I got super excited about this request, sat down and wrote most of it in one sitting, and now I am drawing a blank for the ending lmao. I hope you like what I was able to get down, though. ♡ Under the cut for The Sexy like always~

𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂: Bruno x Reader x Leone 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎: He/him pronouns for reader, reader has a dick, anal sex, some accidental exhibition, and threesomes.

18+ only. Minors and ageless blocks DNI.

Bruno felt weird about having sex with you while other members of the team were home. He thought it was indecent to do anything sexual if there was even a slight chance they could hear. This was especially the case for members he perceived to be more innocent than the rest, like Narancia or Trish. It was because of this that you and Bruno were not as intimate as you both wanted to be. It was manageable, but not favorable.

But then, on a random Tuesday morning, most of the gang announced they were going on a day trip. And thus, the house was cleared out for the remainder of the day.

That left only you and Bruno, and he was not shy about trying to seduce you while the team was gone. He missed you, your body and sensual touches, and now was his chance to make love to you.

You were making lunch in the kitchen, enjoying the quietness of the empty house. You could sense Bruno's presence in the doorway before you could feel his hands wrapping around your waist. He whispered your name softly in your ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spine. "I believe we are alone today..." he trailed off, tone suggestive.

Emptying your hands, you looked over your shoulder at him, chuckling. "I think we are. We shouldn't waste this opportunity..."

"That's exactly what I was going to say. I'm glad we're on the same page, amore," Bruno said as he snaked his hands down your hard chest, to your waist. You trembled under his hands, feeling starved for his touch. He pushed you flush against the counter, pinning you in place.

"Are we doing this in the kitchen, or...?" you asked breathily. Bruno answered your question when his hands slid past your pants and into your boxers, gripping your half-hard dick. His rough, scarred hands tugged against your skin delightfully, bringing you to full hardness.

"It does not matter to me where. We could do it here, in the bedroom, dining room, bathroom... As long as I get to have you," he proclaimed, his low voice raspy with lust. You couldn't resist your urges and began bucking into Bruno's hand, tiny moans slipping past your lips. Your precum made his fist slide easier over your shaft, the friction driving you crazy. You reached behind, blindly searching for Bruno's bulge with your hands. You finally located him and grabbed his member through his pants. It wasn't surprising to you that he was already fully erect.

"Let me at you, big boy," you teased him, turning around from the counter. He looked at you with a needy expression, releasing a shameless moan when you started unfastening his pants. In a few moments, you were both free, cocks rubbing together. Bruno's head rolled on his shoulders as you captured both of your members in your grasp, stroking them together. Your precum mingled with his, and you could feel the both of you pulsing with pleasure.

Bruno looked at you with warm, loving eyes before touching his lips to yours. Your kisses were slow and lazy, but still communicated the yearning for more. You increased the pace of your hand, Bruno stirring against you. Pulling away from the kiss, he breathed a simple command against your lips. "Turn around and bend over for me."

Your heart skipped a beat. His words made waves of tingly excitement spread all across your body. You obeyed him, quickly dropping your pants and underwear. Bruno's pants joined the puddle of clothes on the floor, which he kicked aside. You grabbed the edge of the counter and arched your back, raising your ass in his direction. Even though you and Bruno have done this many times before, you still couldn't help but feel shy while he observed you. "Relax," he cooed, kissing the back of your head. "You're doing fine." You mumbled a soft thanks and tried to relax your tense body.

Then, Bruno stepped away for a moment. You could hear him rummaging through his coat pockets, then the clicking of a cap. You braced yourself as he started parting your cheeks. The cold, slick tip of his finger circled your hole. With care, he began fingering you open, slow and steady. You moaned unabashedly, cock leaking between your legs. One finger went to two, and then two to three, bringing your moans to howls.

Meanwhile, the house was not as empty as you both had thought. Upstairs, Abbacchio slept in his bed. He was invited to the day trip with the rest of the gang, but passed in favor of sleeping in. He laid there, silver locks fanning around him, in a strange state between sleep and consciousness. He was about to drift off again until he heard the clattering and crash of something downstairs. His eyelids flew open, his heart racing.

Abbacchio was on his guard, adrenaline moving through him. Being in the mafia, you never knew who could attack you next, or where. He threw on his clothes hastily before stalking down the hall, ears perked for any more noise. He could hear the muffled sound of a man downstairs, putting him further on edge. Stand aura swirled around him, Moody Blues materializing at his side. He was ready for anything to happen.

In the kitchen, a dish had fallen as Bruno rammed you into the counter. You gasped as the plate hit the floor, shattering. "B-Bruno, the plate--!"

"We can deal with it later," he assured you, pressing his hips hard against your ass. You hissed as his cock stretched the sensitive ring of your hole. Your knuckles were turning white from gripping the counter, but all you could do was hold on as Bruno penetrated you.

He pulled out roughly just to plunge in again, warm balls smacking your ass. "More...please..." you moaned, voice breaking. Bruno was more than happy to obey you, picking up his pace. He quickly worked his way up to a fast, yet deep rhythm, holding your waist against him. You cried out, holding on as he battered your prostate.

"B-Babe, I'm c-close, I'm so fucking close," you whined, jerking your cock as he fucked you. A pool of precum was now gathering on the floor underneath you. Bruno narrowed his eyes, seeing your hand work your member desperately. He shooed your hand away, stroking your cock for you instead. Bruno wasn't quite there yet, but he wouldn't deny you your orgasm.

Abbacchio was now downstairs. The sounds were becoming louder. It sounded like the man from before was in pain. As he rounded the corner and approached the kitchen, he stopped and listened some more. It almost sounded like...crying? Anger flared up inside Abbacchio at the thought of someone harming a member of this team. He silently promised himself that he would make the bastard pay for thinking he could mess with Team Bucciarati. Green Stand aura swelled around Abbacchio before he darted around the corner, ready to attack.

At the same time, you were teetering on the edge of orgasm. "C-Cumming~!" you cried out. Bruno breathed heavily in your ear and pistoned his hips into you like your lives depended on it.

Abbacchio's eyes went wide as he witnessed Bruno fucking you silly. Even Moody Blues wore an expression of surprise with its limited facial features.

Like earlier, you felt someone's presence in the threshold of the kitchen. Your eyes were blown wide as you looked over and saw Abbacchio standing in the doorway. "A-A-Ab--!" you tried to articulate his name. Yet, you couldn't speak right or stop the ropes of cum that Bruno wrung from you. You painted the cabinets and counter edge with your spunk, body shaking like a leaf. Not only did you have a hard orgasm, but the shock of seeing Abbacchio made you cum even harder. Your ass clenched around Bruno so wonderfully that he was slow to register that Abbacchio was indeed standing there in the doorway.

Bruno gasped and whipped his head to the side, but the damage was already done. Abbacchio stood, mouth agape, watching you both. He was aware that you two were in a relationship, but knew that Bruno was very private regarding his love life. To see the two of you in a compromising situation like this was something Abbacchio never fathomed.

"Leone," Bruno said, bewildered. "Y-You didn't go out?"

Your body was thrumming with a mix of post-orgasm chemicals and embarrassment. You were frozen in place, unsure what would happen next.

"Y-Yeah," Abbacchio croaked. Moody Blues disappeared from his side. Like you, he was also suspended in place. Neither you nor Bruno made any moves to cover yourselves, and Abbacchio had a hard time looking away from your nakedness. Why wasn't he walking away?

"'Guess I'll leave you to it," Abbacchio said awkwardly, edging towards the door.

"You don't have to leave," you said quickly. Bruno looked you with a twinge of confusion on his face. "Is that okay with you?" you whispered to him.

"If you are fine with it then so am I," he consented.

Abbacchio was floored. There was no way this was happening. "What?"

"You can watch. Or join. Or walk away and pretend like this never happened," Bruno elaborated.

You've never had a threesome before, but the idea of it excited you. You loved Bruno, but you couldn't deny that Abbacchio was extremely attractive. You found your gaze lingering on him just a little too long whenever he was around. There was even an occasion at Libeccio in which you popped a boner while looking at how his shirt stretched over his pecs. You ended up having to excuse yourself to the bathroom to calm down. You also knew that Bruno thought Abbacchio was attractive, but he never pursued anything out of respect for their existing friendship.

Even though you had already came once, you were still hard, and your naughty thoughts only kept you wanting more. You could feel that Bruno was still throbbing, his orgasm not too far away.

Abbacchio was waiting for one of you to announce that this was all a joke. But as the three of you stared at each other, the announcement never came.

Before you realized it, Abbacchio had his pants down to his ankles, his hard cock in his grasp. Your jaw dropped at the image of it: His cock was just as thick as you imagined it to be. The light pink hue of his dick cutely matched the blush that dusted his cheeks.

Bruno caught Abbacchio's gaze, a dark look in his blue eyes. The two men shared a look of mutual understanding and lust before Abbacchio kicked his pants away and made his way towards you both.

Your breath caught in your throat when Abbbacchio locked lips with Bruno and reached to grab your cock at the same time. You were leaking profusely, your body threatening to send you over the edge once again. Abbacchio's hands were more meaty and calloused than Bruno's, but they felt amazing jerking your sensitive cock. He let you go entirely too soon, and you were unable to keep a disappointed sound slipping from your lips. Bruno pressed a kiss to your cheek. "Patience," he reminded you lovingly.

Then, you heard Bruno gasp gently in your ear. Abbacchio had begun to cautiously sink a finger into his hole. Bruno peppered your neck in kisses while Abbacchio stretched him open, your skin muffling the sounds of his moans.

"You ready?" Abbacchio asked Bruno, lining up his cock with his entrance.

"Y-Yes," he replied.

The moment seemed to last an eternity, each passing moment more intense than the last. You could feel Bruno shiver against your back as Abbacchio pushed the head of his cock inside him. As Abbacchio inched deeper and deeper, Bruno pressed deeper into you. By the time that Abbacchio was fully hilted, everyone was covered in sweat and panting. Bruno was completely sheathed in you, and Abbacchio in him.

The three of you enjoyed your quiet home for the rest of the afternoon, breaking the silence and making a bigger mess in the kitchen than you originally planned on.

#bruabba x reader #jjba #not sfw #my work #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #roughly edited #lmao #male reader #knife asks

[lookatlavender]

Imagining my owner finding me curled up on the couch looking sad, and asking me what’s wrong. I don’t say anything and they ask me if i want to talk. When I shake my head, they say, “That’s okay, puppy, just let daddy take care of you. Don’t worry about a thing.”

They scoop me up and carry me to the bedroom, setting me on the bed while they get my puppy gear. I peek over at my kennel as they go, yearning for the soft blankets and toys that it’s full of. They come back with a set of mitts, and soft pink rope to tie my legs with. A smile crosses their lips when they notice me staring, and they praise me for being such a cute pup. With soft touches they bind my legs, petting sweetly over my thighs and leaving kisses as they go. Then they hold out their hand, “Paw.” I give them one hand, then the other, and they restrict my hands into little puppy paws.

“Sit.”

I do as I’m instructed, sitting in position on the bed while they leave for another moment to grab my collar and muzzle. I can already feel myself settling into subspace, my fuzzy puppy brain starting to take over and letting the negative thoughts leak out of my head. When they get back the muzzle goes on first, fixed over my nose and mouth and giving me a cute snout. “Remember puppy, no talking when the muzzle is on.” I nod enthusiastically, so glad to finally have the daunting weight of having to speak taken away from me. “Good boy, always such an obedient puppy.”

Last is the collar, which my owner takes their time affixing around my throat. The mixture of their words and their hands on me makes me completely surrender, and i feel the last of myself slipping away. As the collar locks into place I feel my puppy brain fully take over. My head starts to drop as I relax, and my owner catches my chin with a chuckle. They turn my head up to them, petting over my face while they coo at how gorgeous I look all brainless for them. I struggle to keep my eyes open, smiling under the muzzle as a happy whine escapes my throat. They scratch lightly under my chin and smile down at me, and I can feel how proud they are to be my owner. Just as proud as I am to be owned by them.

They cup my face in their hands. “Is my puppy tired?” they ask, and I nod softly. They lean in and give me a sweet kiss on the tip of my snout, and guide me off of the bed onto the floor. “Sit.” I do, and they praise how quickly I listen. I look up at them with big eyes, waiting for the next command. They let me sit in anticipation for a second, and I can’t help but be distracted by them. I stare at them through hazy eyes, admiring their strong legs until my gaze settles back down onto their boots. A shot of arousal runs through me as I think back to previous nights grinding mindlessly, only allowed the friction of their boot. I’m too mindless to realize that they’re staring at me in much the same way.

Eventually they catch themselves, remembering why they’re here taking care of me, and I’m brought back to reality with a snap of their fingers. My eyes meet theirs in a flash, and finally, finally, finally they give me the command I’ve been waiting for so desperately.

“Kennel.”

#trans nsft #queer nsft #t4t nsft #mlm nsft #ftm sub #ftm nsft #puppy pl4y #nb nsft #puppy sub #it’s really sad yearning hours out here boys #fucking pray for me

[stardusttodustpoetry]

Cliff

Today I am a person

(I think,

though I’m growing more certain of it)

for better or for worse; a billion versions.

A collection of all I love in cursive verses, all I’ve been, seen, or cried at,

dichotomies in versus, tied up, reflected and reversed.

This mismatched collage of magazine cuttings.

Jutting out, I’m a rock-faced cliff,

in that I’m a thing in metamorphosis, shifting, full of rifts,

dynamic, unstable, affecting, uncertain.

Like a fabled, oddly labelled, Newton’s cradle from cradle to curtains.

Billions upon billions of years ago,

I know,

I was probably a star.

(My atoms, I mean, they’ve come so far)

Hydrogen, turning, burning hotter than tar, yearning for another,

Fusing, unconsciously choosing to form new elements,

soon sediments, iridescent, not irrelevant

And then those elements grew and changed and flew into earth’s range

And then, what? Rocks, for a while.

Styled like the aforementioned cliff, but unmetaphorical-ised.

Then after billions of shifts and drifts and what-ifs,

life forms, then eureka! Eukarya! Euphoria

as the earth cools and warms and lifts through friction,

If it was fiction it’d be unrealistic, really mystic,

this temporary sentience, this artistic story, yeah

By next year,

(yes, that near)

Perhaps it’s clear,

I’ll be someone or something new.

In fact, when this reaches you, I fear

I may no longer be the child I’ve been since my world began.

And a few centuries time?

Why, I’ll have spent my lent energy, part of the earth again

Frozen still as I’m decomposing, composing something else then

Something beautiful, though I tense to think of me as past-tense

I could be part of the cliff in a few thousand

My heart’s carbon rock-hard, carved jagged art,

An end and a start, bittersweet, tart

Enough about me

Where will the world be?

We are on the cliff-edge (back to metaphorically)

Was the world this strange in the past? Changing so fast?

How long will this last until we burn up like coal?

Will we be one again? One unholy holey whole?

An amalgamation of tales told, unfolding, warm or cold.

Will we learn and heal or fail? Is this a cautionary tale?

An ancient modern Aesop, riding on history’s tail ‘til we rot.

Or will we tailor a new one?

I know this not, or I did and I forgot, thus I am tied in knots.

But it’s alright, right?

Nothing’s stranger than existence in its billions of versions

And we’re famously rich in change and resistance,

And hope, I’m growing certain, we haven’t lost that yet

and never will, for better or for worse.

Every shifting version of us dangling off the rock-faced cliff, year after year.

Nothing is still, but we’re still here

and maybe that counts for something.

#stardusts poetry #poetry #long poem #poems #poem of the day

[sleepless-in-transitory-thoughts]

Living the dreams of the boy who never saw the light of day:

I went to the casting for Erik Yvon's AFW runway show. It was the first casting I have ever gone to for anything. Basjia was kind enough to put a number of people forward for casting and I was one of them. Just this one act of kindness, made me feel seen. It is really nice to feel like someone out here, believes you are capable of something that you doubt you have the look or ability to do. I know that I love and believe in myself, but others may or may not (which I am okay with...but it does feel really nice when others see you).

I don't have any particular attachment to getting it or not. I am just grateful that I got to experience doing a casting. I never in my life thought I would ever get the opportunity to do casting for anything. So doing this casting is honestly more than I could ever ask for already--teenage/early twenties me would think thirty-six year old Shin is so cool. At the same time, I believe that I am living my early twenties the way I deserved to live it the first time round but never got to. As wise as I am now, I feel like I'm ageing backwards (perks of being trans and autistic, I guess...hah).

I used to be an extremely shy and anxious person. I would get extremely self-conscious and feel a lot of shame eating in front of people other than my family, when I was a teenager, just as an extreme example. I would also freeze up socially because I didn't really know what to say or do. Also, when I first started to play dj sets here in Melbourne about 7 or 8 years ago now, I would get crippling stage fright. I would be trembling as I was using the CDJs and mixer. Words cannot describe the amount shame, self-hatred, unrealistic pressure and extreme anxiety I used to experience over absolutely everything. It was a truly suffocating existence.

Nowadays, I walk balls, pose for photos and I perform in front of many people. Whilst I still get very nervous and anxious, I can mostly get myself through it and any shame around looking dumb or doing it wrong, is manageable. Me doing a casting in front of people who work in the fashion industry, one of the most daunting and most toxic industries, is a massive achievement. To me, I had already fulfilled a dream. Anything beyond this, is a beautiful gift and experience that I will cherish and make the most of for however short or long a time it lasts. I might add also, that one of my techniques for easing anxiety is to have no expectation of an outcome in the first place. Because anxiety is about gaining control of future outcomes that are usually bad (so basically, anticipating disappointment, hurt, loss etc). When you don't expect anything, you are free from the attachment to the source of your expectations. Expectations seek to acquire, which is okay and normal for things like, when I go to Coles, I expect that the price for a 1.25L Sprite is under $5.

I think I am fast learning that I don't need to search too hard to find myself. I love, appreciate and admire who I have become today and how I continue to learn and grow as a human walking the soil of this dying planet. I know that I am a much better person than I used to be. I have made mistakes and I have hurt people and myself in the past, but I have learnt forgiveness for myself and that I must continue my learnings and make good of them henceforth.

Whatever happens with this casting is beyond my control now and I am okay with that. I do not create friction or flow against the fabrics of what is already in motion. I do not fret over what I do not know about this. I have full acceptance of what is--and what is has not yet arrived. Until it arrives, it does not exist in my universe. I do not interact with what does not exist materially for me in this physical realm and dimension. That is called a delusion. Sometimes an obsession, a yearning for, a desperation...a crease and a friction in the fabric of destiny.

[biracialdisaster]

Until

God, I'm a pile of trash for this little country baby.

Words: 1728 ~ Pairing: Arvin Russell x f! reader ~ Content: angst, yearning so much yearning, forbidden love kinda, non explicit smut.

He left wildflowers on your doorstep, with a hand-scrawled note:

Meet me at the next turn off after the construction site on route 60.

Hours later, here you are. The sweet scent of pollen hangs in the air at dusk. The fingers of evening spreading slowly over the darkening sky as the sun makes its lazy descent. It’ll be a few hours yet before full dark.

You hope to make the best use of those hours.

The grumble of an engine makes you turn, and you see Arvin’s piece-of-shit truck approaching. He smiles at you from behind the windscreen and your heart turns over. His smiles are rare, and you want to hold each one in your memory forever.

He puts the vehicle into park and you walk to him as he opens the driver’s side door. Not even a heartbeat passes before you’re on him, your hands framing his face, tugging him down for a kiss. His eyes flutter closed and his arms come around you, hands settling at your hips. His palms are large and warm and you feel the heat of them through the worn denim of your cowgirl-style skirt.

“Missed you,” he drawls against your lips when you part.

“Missed you, too. Thank you for the flowers.”

“Ain’t nothin’.” He ducks his head and you can only just make out the tinge of a blush under the slightly ragged peak of his ballcap.

“Arv, I wish we didn’t have to meet like this.”

He sighs, pulls you close. You snuggle into him, fit your face in the hollow of his shoulder, breathe in his scent - cheap laundry powder and clean sweat and the ghost of Old Spice he’d applied hours ago.

“Me, too, darlin’. I tried to stay ‘way from you. But I can’t. It’s burnin’ inside me, this need I have to be close t’ you. I said I wouldn’t make no trouble for you-”

You cut him off with a kiss. “You’re not making it. I am. You’re worth a thousand of those candy-ass boys with their soft hands, Arv.”

He captures your lips again, fiercely this time, and settles his hands under your ass, lifting you up, turning you so he’s got you caged against the car, pressed above the front wheel. The metal’s still warm from the recent engine use, and Arvin is hot at your front, and it’s everything. He explores your neck leisurely, his lips ghosting over your skin as you cling to his shoulders for purchase. The buckle of his belt provides delicious friction right where you need it. You murmur his name, arch your back so he can have better access to the curve where your neck and shoulder meet.

“Think ‘bout this all the time,” he drawls, as he worries a little mark into your skin and then soothes it with the warm wet of his tongue. “Tastin’ you. Don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”

You feel the same. He sneaks into your thoughts every hour of every day. He haunts your dreams - soft kisses, gentle-rough strokes from work-callused hands. The way he looks at you with those life-old eyes. He’s seen such a lot for someone so young, but for you, he’s gentle.

“I’m yours,” you promise, “whatever they say.”

They are the older folk of the town. The richer ones, the three families who have fingers in all the pies. The ones who decide what happens, generally, and who is allowed to see anyone else. You know Arvin would have hell to pay if they found out you two were seeing each other. Your parents keep insinuating that they want you to marry the Simpkin boy.

You don’t want to. Don’t want his soft, chubby hands, or his sickly smile, or his money, no matter how much of it there is.

You want Arvin and his piece-of-shit car and his worn jean jacket and his honey-on-grits southern drawl.

It might be 1961 in most of the world, but here in the ol’ South you feel as if you’re stuck in the 1600s.

“Best not make promises you can’t keep,” Arvin murmurs, but now he’s rutting up into you and half-breathless, and you press back down into him, your hands wandering under the neck of his worn white t-shirt, stroking your greedy fingers over the little hills of his vertebrae, kissing him with your hands.

“We’re wearing too many clothes.” You start to correct this, hands parting his jean jacket, shoving it down his arms before remembering that you can’t get it off because his arms are holding you up against the truck, anchoring you to him.

“Hold on, honey.” He boots you up to sit on the hood of the truck. Once you’re seated, he strips off the jean jacket, tosses it aside on the dry grass.

The setting sun paints his angular face in red and burnished gold, turns his brown eyes to lion’s mane amber, kisses his long lashes and the sweet curve of his jaw, a little scratchy with a day’s growth of stubble. He’s gorgeous. You’ve always thought so. You grew up on opposite sides of town, but Arvin’s grown into his looks now, that sweet angel-boy face hardening into a man’s, his frame gaining lithe muscle.

You spear your hands up into his hair, catching his battered old cap as you knock it off. You stuff it onto your own head and he smiles up at you.

“Looks better on you.”

“Nah,” you grin, shaking your head. “But I like wearing it on occasion.”

“I’d give it to you, if I had more’n one.”

Sweet boy. He shares everything he has with you, even though all you want is his heart. He’d give you anything.

“It looks cute on you,” you tell him. “But I like it off, sometimes. I like seeing your eyes.”

Those cocoa-brown eyes narrow a little as he searches your gaze, as if you might somehow be lying, but you’re not. Arvin’s eyes are a window to his soul, ever expressive, saying all the things his mouth can’t, or won’t. He’s loved you for a lifetime in the looks he gives you, two pews over in church, undressing you with his eyes; a glance over his shoulder, full of longing as he drives his Grandma back home; a stolen glimpse at you from over the table at the monthly church luncheon.

It’s not enough, it’ll never be enough.

“Never had anyone look at me the way you do,” he finally says, gruffly, lowering his gaze.

“Hey.” You tip his chin up. “I love you, you know, Arvin Eugene.”

He shakes his head, but he’s smiling. “It’d be damn easier if you didn’t.”

“I don’t care about easy.” You snag one of his hands. The knuckles are healed over, for once - no recent fights with those losers who pick on poor, sweet Lenora.  With your free hand, you dig in your pocket for the daisies you always keep there, pluck one out, and wind it around his third finger. As a girl, you read one day that ancient peoples believed a vein in the third finger led directly to the heart.

“What’re you doin’?”

“If I could, I’d be yours, Arv, forever. I’m just seeing what my ring would look like on you.”

Heat snaps in his gaze, and in a heartbeat he’s on you, kissing you fiercely, his mouth sweet and hot and needy, his hands all over you. You rarely see him like this, desperate for you, and it spurs on your own desperate yearning. He tugs you down off the hood of the truck and you undress each other as the sun continues its slow journey under the horizon. The evening light casts Arvin’s leanly muscled form in shades of dusky pink and gold, and he’s beautiful as he kneels before you, easing your legs wider so he can put his mouth on you.

You thread your fingers through his unruly brown curls, soft as tattered silk, as you arch into his mouth, come undone at his ministrations. He laps up everything you give him, and then kisses his way up your body, his lips warm and wet from administering to you.

You taste yourself on his mouth, brace your hands on his shoulders as he positions himself. The metal of the truck presses against your back and Arvin is so warm and firm and right against your front.

“Arv. Please.”

He rests his forehead against yours, unbearably sweet, and then he pushes inside you, and he fits like you were made just for him to fill. You move together like that for the longest time, Arvin using his body to please yours, finding just the right angle. Neither of you speak; no words are needed.

You tumble over that sweet cliff edge, and he pulls out immediately after. You wrap your hands around him and finish him like that, twisting your wrist how he likes, and he spills on your bare belly, breathing hard against your neck.

“I love you,” you say into his hair.

He nods and presses his face against the curve of your jaw. You feel the hot prickle of tears against your skin, and you smooth your hands over the slope of his shoulder blades, cuddling him close, murmuring sweet nothings about how good he is to you, how you want to fall asleep in his arms every night, how you belong to him.

Eventually, you get dressed. He folds the flower you gave him into the breast pocket of his jacket. You hug for the longest time as the first star winks into being, as the last gasp of sunlight surrenders to the night sky.

He waits until you’re in your own car. In your rearview, he stands against his truck, cap back on, arms folded, but you can see the smile tugging up one corner of his mouth. You drive away, sore in the most delicious way, already missing him more than you can bear.

####

The next day, there’s an envelope speared on to a branch of the tree outside your window, with your name in Arvin’s scratchy handwriting. You ease it free, picturing him climbing the old oak in the moonlight.

Inside is a ring woven from corn husk, beautiful in its simplicity, and a note.

Until I can get you one that’s proper.

#arvin russell x you #arvin russell x female reader #the devil all the time fanfiction #tdatt fanfic #not me coming into a fandom 2 years too late #tom holland

[lilyblyss]

Like the bad influence I am, I dragged my friend down into Nanami brain rot with me, and like always she gave me such a wonderful idea to write. I managed to kick this out in a day, and promptly passed out before posting lol.

Word count: 3k

Warning: 18+, public sex, sneaky sex, role play, Nanami is only a touch mean, breeding kink if you squint

On your days off when the curses are unusually behaved or your coworkers are heavy in the area, you take a trip to a small bookstore a few hours out of town. It's tucked away between an old vintage shop and an abandoned thrift shop with an apartment sitting on top of it, it's almost always empty, and doesn’t have many workers but the nice old woman who recommends you books ever so often is ridiculously nice, so you figure it helps with the ambiance. The warm cream walls paired with the rows and rows of dark brown bookcases and hanging lights seemed like a different world compared to the city streets, and it makes a wonderful backdrop for the small cafe area it was attached to.

You weren't sure when the little game you two were playing started, but as your eyes drifted from the spines of nameless books to the brown eyes following you ever since you walked into the shop, you couldn’t care less. He sat at one of the tables, his presence so strong that you stared at him immediately upon walking in.

You rubbed your thighs together as you could feel the tingle of excitement run through you. You make eye contact briefly, and you shiver lightly as you watch his eyes run down your figure before looking back towards your books. You start to wonder if the yellow maxi skirt you decided to wear was a little too modest, pulling at the V-neckline of your shirt, hoping to give the man a little more of a peek. You could feel yourself fluster at such an obvious ploy, almost embarrassed at the thought of wanting to tempt him from across the room.

When you look back at him though, he’s focused on the English tea he ordered, taking a deep sip, seemingly uninterested in the skins of your collar bone and whispers of your breast. You pout, huffing a disappointed sigh quietly, walking deeper to look for more books. His eyes stay on you though, even when he gets up and searches for his own sets of books, you can still feel his gaze on you. You can feel yourself getting wet, each time your eyes meet, wondering if he'll make a move, or whenever he’d pass you in the tiny, almost suffocating aisles, putting both hands on your hips and scooting by you--close enough you can feel him through his khaki slacks. His small grunts of “Excuse me” against the curve of your neck have you questioning your sanity.

Tucked away towards the back of the store, you skim through the book you randomly picked up, words turning into mush as your mind wander back to thick fingers pressing against your warm, sweaty skin, wondering if there’s an open bathroom in the store that you can go to before the man is standing right next to you. You drink in his blonde hair, neatly parted to one side, his button-up shirt, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, showing off his forearms, and his nicely pressed slacks.

“A poetry book? I didn’t take you for the type,” he comments, reaching up to grab a book, and you hate how heavy your tongue feels in your mouth.

“Well, it looks like I’m full of surprises,” You laugh, “Are you into poetry, Mister?”

He scoffs playfully, “Mister? Come now, I can’t be that much older than you.”

You shrug, blinking up at him in a way you hope is attractive. “You never know, I’m sure you’d surprise me.”

One side of his mouth perks up slightly, “I’d like to, all things considered.”

You both talk about books and authors for a quick moment, both of you leaning closer to one another until his hand brushes against your hips too many times to be an accident. You can’t call him out on it though, because he pulls away to point to a book--the one he’d put back as you started pointing out poems to him--saying how he thinks it’ll be right up your alley, and how highly he recommended it.

You reach up trying to grab said recommended book to you, just tapping the bottom of the spine before you feel the man move behind you. His body slightly presses yours into the bookcase as he reaches up and grabs the book, his other hand coming to rest against your hip as if he was using your body for balance. The smell of his cologne is so intoxicating, thick and rich and suffocating in all the right ways that you can’t help but think he knows exactly what you wanted from him. There’s no way he can’t hear the way your body yearns for him, and you think maybe his is just as yearning. You test that theory by slowly grinding against him. From the hardness pressing against you, you were correct.

He groans, deep and throaty, and his hand tightens on your hip, enough that you softly moan at the idea of what’s to come.

He buries his face in your neck, “You shouldn’t do that. Someone might get the wrong idea.”

You turn to look at him, eyes lust-filled and begging, “What if you have the right idea?”

He puts the book back in its rightful spot--what a great customer--reaching for your chin and tilting it so his mouth is slanted against yours. “Well then,” he whispers, pressing soft kisses against your lips, “I would have to ask you to take responsibility for your actions.

His hands map out your body with precision, leaving you breathless as they tease and fondle your breast through your shirt. Your head falls against his shoulder and his lips land against the exposed portion of your collarbone, and you almost laugh when you remember thinking he wasn’t paying attention to you earlier. You reach one hand behind you, cupping his growing erection through his clothes.

He lets out a groan at the touch before growling, hands leaving your body to grab your wrists, forcing you to place them on the bookcase.

He pants heavily against your ear, “No touching.”

You turn back to him and smirk, “Worried you’ll come too soon?”

He kisses you, pressing his lips against yours roughly, basically forcing his tongue inside your mouth, exploring the softness of the inside, and stealing the breath from your lungs. “You’ll ruin mines, sweetheart.” He gives you a particularly hard thrust of his hips, angling your hips just so that his hardness rubs against your lower lips through the fabric of your skirt. He’s warning you to behave, and you moan. “And try not to be too loud. Wouldn’t want to worry poor Iris, would we?”

Suddenly, the idea of getting caught crossed your mind, and your pussy clenched around nothing. You click your tongue, mentally berating yourself for getting aroused for the thought.

The man wouldn’t let you linger on the thought too long, though. You let out a small whimper as his hand rope around your waist, reaching under your skirt to play with your clit, and he lets out a groan when his fingers meet your wetness. He chuckles against your ear, giving the lobe a soft bite. “No panties? How naughty, it’s almost like you planned this.”

You breathlessly giggle, catching the hidden joke in his words, “A-and how would I have been able to do that, Mister.” You shiver and moan when his fingers press firmly against you, dragging antagonizing-ly slow before pressing against the opening of your cunt. Your hands grip the bookcase hard enough your hands hurt. He's being so slow.

The man shushes you, pressing his dick against the curve of your ass. “Come now, you don’t want to get us caught, do you?”

You open your mouth to respond, all while he slowly presses just one finger into you. “I-if you’re so worried about getting caught, maybe you should hurry this up.” You grind your hips back against his, feeling his dick twitch in his slacks. You gasp loudly when he suddenly shoves two fingers deep inside you, arms buckling to give you something to lean your head against, swallowing another moan. “F-fuck…”

He humps against you as he begins to finger fuck you, the soft clicking of your pussy seeming so loud in your ears, even with the classical music slowly playing in the background. “‘Gotta prep you. Don’t want to hurt you.” He chokes out.

You’re at least a little happy he seems as aroused as you do.

His fingers curl up inside you, scissoring for good measures, and you bite at your bottom lip, hoping to stay as quiet as possible. You love how his fingers feel inside you, curling at just the right position, pressing deep inside you, rubbing against your walls giving your wonderful friction, but you can't help yearning for something thicker, something that presses so deep inside you, just barely kissing your cervix, and bordering the lines of pain and pleasure.

You can't even confidently say how long he's been fingering you, but every second that passes feels too damn long.

"E-enough," you breath, back arching and pressing your ass against the front of his pants. He thinks nothing of your words as he presses his fingers into the second knuckle, repeatedly pressing against your g-spot and pushing you closer to your release. "I need… i-inside, please."

He wiggles his fingers, and you don't even need to look at him to know he's raising an eyebrow at you. "They are inside you."

You click your tongue. "You. Y-your dick. C'mon."

"No patience?"

You groaned before looking back at him, face warm, and eyes teary, your bottom lip is bitten red and falls open with a soundless plea falling on them.

He leans forward and kisses you on your cheek, "Okay then."

His hands leave you to unbuckle his belt, bunching up the fabric of your skirt to the top of your ass, holding it in place with his own hips. One of his hands follows the curve of your butt, pushing one of your thighs forward until it hooks against the second-lowest shelf. You laugh when he tells you to be careful of the books, but it comes out shaky when he rubs his dick against your wet lips.

"Remember to stay nice and quiet for me, okay?"

He hardly waits for an answer, thrusting once, cock halfway inside you, and pulling back only to bottom out in the second thrust. He's at least thoughtful enough to wait until your heart isn't going to rip out of your chest before he starts his shallow thrusts. He places one of his hands on the bookshelf, a shelf higher than yours so he isn't crushing you against the furniture, (although, admittedly you wouldn't have minded) while his other is on your waist to steady you.

That still isn't good enough for you. You roll your hips, putting your face back into your arms in frustration, prompting him to go faster, groaning when his hand firmly grabs your hip, stopping you.

One of your hands turns into a fist, banging against the bookcase as you curse, "Oh, for fuck's sake--ah!"

He thrusts deeper inside of you, rougher, for about three thrusts before he starts a faster pace. He knocks out a few surprised moans out of you, and then shushes you again, reprimanding you for losing your temper briefly, and you can kind of hear the enjoyment in his voice alongside the lust.

"Is that good enough for you now, little miss?"

You press one of your hands against your mouth, trying to muffle the sounds that keep escaping from your mouth, but it's hard when you're being fucked so good. You close your hazy eyes, focusing only on the feeling of his hips slamming against yours, how he repeatedly brushes against the soft spongy bundle of nerves, making you feel like your knees will buckle. He's thrusting inside you like he's trying to break you, and it feels so great that it makes you want to scream. But you're not supposed to, and that makes it all the more exciting.

Your voice gets louder without your permission, and you hope your one hand against your lips is able to keep it from carrying to the front. He certainly doesn't seem to mind, not when he's attacking the sweet spot behind your ear with his lips.

"P-please. Ah, fuck, please!" You're not sure what you're begging for. On one hand, you think you're begging for a break; a couple seconds to get yourself in order, so you don't embarrass the both of you by screaming out your pleasure in the back of some antique bookstore; on the other hand, you might be begging him for more, wanting him to completely consume you in pleasure. "K-Kento, please—!"

His hand leaves the bookshelf long enough to grab your chin, making you face him, "I thought I told you we needed to be quiet." He groaned, keeping face, before pressing his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as his thrusts became more aggressive. "Always so quick to break character, aren't you, my love?"

He says that as if he hadn't called you sweetheart with that lovestruck look in his eyes just a couple moments ago.

Though, any and every smart word was quickly fucked out of you as Nanami's hand drifted back to your clit, fingers much gentler than his hips, making your mind swirl at the difference. You hiccup soft moans into his mouth, kisses reduced to nothing but his lips pressed against your bottom lip as you slowly forget how to respond to it.

Muscles tensing as your orgasm approaches, you sing his name repeatedly against his lips, missing the syllables against your tongue having not said them at all while he thrust into you like you're his personal fuck toy. And Nanami loves your blissed-out face, hazy eyes trying their best to focus on him, mouth parted as if you're waiting for Nanami to put his tongue in your mouth, a small sliver of drool falling from the corner of your mouth as he fucks you so deep you forget to swallow.

"K-Ken, 'm com—ooh! I'm coming—"

When you come, Nanami presses his fingers into your mouth, giving you a taste of yourself and muffling the sounds as he works you through it. He keeps them there until your jaw gets loose after you ride out your orgasm. They return to their original position and he rubs your clit until you're shaking with oversensitivity, hand reaching down weakly to grab his wrist, begging silently for him to stop.

He doesn't give you much time to recover, he simply can't. You know he's pushed beyond his limits of patience, turning you around quickly, picking you up by hooking his hands around the back of your thigh, and thrusting into you.

One of your flats falls off your foot as his relentless thrusts continue, and you wonder just how this old bookcase is sturdy enough to handle the brute side of Nanami Kento, but said man must have realized your thoughts have drifted from him because he reaches between you to thumb at your clit again.

"Think only of me when I'm inside you."

You manage to stutter out a small apology, words mumbling with each jerk of his hips. You bury your face into his shoulder, hands gripping the back of his shirt so hard to think you might tear it. Both your arms and your cunt squeeze him tightly as you think that Nanami is a selfish, selfish man as he continues to push into your overstimulated body and forces you through another orgasm. You think that one definitely messed up the front of Nanami's pants, but you don't know for sure because he's still fucking you to his own release, so you can't even stop to check.

You bite into his neck, not caring about the fact you also bite into the fabric of his collar, just needing something to ground you and keep your whimpers from being full-out moans.

"Shit. Are you ready for me to fill you up, Y/N?" He groans in your ear, making you shudder and lock up against him. You nod, but he nuzzles the side of your head, prompting you for a response.

"Yes, yes, please, Kento, cum in me—fill me…"

"Good girl." He groans, hands moving from your thighs to your ass, pulling you into each thrust, favoring deep and hard thrusts, making sure he's as deep as possible in you before he finally releases, letting out a deep moan from his chest and burying his face in your neck.

The both of you are spent, melting into one another as you feel the blissful aftermath of your orgasms. Nanami rests his weight against you, letting the bookshelf hold the both of you up, kissing you softly and deeply, letting his hands roam against your sides, and you run yours through his hair that you can't believe you hadn't wildly messed up yet.

"Nanami? Y/N?"

You both look at each other with panicked looks on your faces as Iris's voice gets closer to the back of the store. Nanami quickly pulls out and puts you down, trying not to feel guilty by the discomforted moan you let out, trying to put his cock back into his pants. Luckily for the both of you, your second orgasm wasn't as messy as it felt, so with a quick untucking of his shirt, he could easily hide it. You try to put a little distance between the two of you, but the second you step away from the bookshelf, your legs instantly give out, and you collapse to your knees with a small yelp.

When Iris enters through the mouth of the aisle, all she sees is you sitting on the floor with an open book in your hands and Nanami standing a foot away from you, face buried in a book. However, if she looked a little closer, she'd see your face flushed with embarrassment and the subtle shake of Nanami's shoulders in laughter.

The game you two choose to play is a dangerous one, but it sure as hell is worth it.

#jjk #nanami kento #nanami kento smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami supremacy #nanami kento x reader #jjk nanami

[littlesniggy]

Please, Cure Me

Anon: Bonjour Sniggy(◕ᴗ◕✿) Here I am again... I would love to request a scenario for Marco, female reader, it's Nsfw and I thought of the promt: trying a new position and/or roleplay?

I hope this is not too unspecific... Thank you a lot (◕ᴗ◕✿)

Hey Anon! Thank you for requesting! Honestly, I had so much fun writing this. I can imagine having sex with him being chill and funny, with teasing on both sides. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing! Btw, I went with the role-play one xD

Warning: 18+, nsfw, Doctor/patient, blowjob

Pairing: Marco x female reader

Word count: 1.9k

The whole crew was off the ship to somewhere else; only you and Marco were left and you weren’t complaining at all. Finally, you could have some time to yourself, just the two of you, with no annoying crew member to interrupt you.

You were sitting on his hips, your hands exploring his muscular chest and your mouth practically glued to his sinful lips. God, how much you loved kissing him! He had this way of kissing you that made you yearn for more each time you so much as gave a small peck to his lips. It made you feel as if small fireworks exploded inside your stomach; your whole body getting excited and most of the time you were out of breath before you had even started.

His lips fitted perfectly against yours, his warm hands just casually resting on your lower back, his thumb caressing your warm skin. You didn’t want to but you couldn’t suppress the urge to press your crotch closer against his, already wet by just making out with him. I’m pathetic you thought to yourself but didn’t really mind that much.

Marco released your lips with a chuckle, his warm eyes looking up at you. “Pretty horny today, aren’t we yoi?” he teased, his words making you blush. “Well, we need to use this time alone we have wisely. Who knows when the next time will be that we’re gonna be all alone on this huge ship.” You purred. The blonde grinned like a little boy, his hands moving further down from your lower back over your butt, squeezing them slightly.

“That’s true yoi. So, what you’re saying is that we should get out clothes off, have sex as wild and as loud as we want and then cherish this moment until the next time yoi?” Your walls clenched around nothing at his words and you had to suppress a moan. How could he say something so naughty so casually? And not even feel a little bit embarrassed about his words! But two could play this game.

“I mean, if you insist. I wouldn’t turn down an idea you seem so eager about.” Your lips captured his before he could retort anything. The kiss was more heated that before, his strong hands pressing you even closer against him, his member pressing against your clothed core. A moan rumbled through his chest when you started moving your hips in a circular motion, creating friction at his crotch. His hands guided you as he moved his hips in an upwards motion, his dick desperately wanting to be freed. Who’s horny now?, you thought to yourself with a grin while your tongue twirled around his.

You got up again, letting go of his lips a little unwillingly but you wanted to go further! Your hips moved forth and back, your eyes on his as you did. “Damn.” He groaned, squeezing your thighs while simultaneously thrusting upwards. “Ne, Marco.” You purred, one finger circling his nipple. “You wanna try something new?” you asked, voice full of suggestion. The male grinned at you, not stopping his thrusting hips. “Sure. What were you thinking about yoi?”

“You wanna play doctor?” now this had him look at you in question and stop his movement. “Play doctor? But we’ve already done that, remember? I gave you some medicine you swallowed yoi.” You bit your lips at the thought but shook your head. “I mean, I wanna be the doctor this time.” Marco’s confusion turned into realization and the grin on his lips came back.

“Then I’m gonna trust you to make me feel better, Doctor.” Marco cooed, letting go of your hips and crossing his arms behind his head, looking at you expectantly.

“So, what’s wrong today?” you started while climbing off his body. His eyes followed your every move, trying to anticipate your next move.

“Well, I’ve been having some difficulties with groin. It hurts. Could you take a look at it yoi?” You cocked your head and looked at him thoughtfully. “Well, I can’t really do anything while you’re lying there. Can you stand up, please?” you asked but Marco had other plans. “But it also hurts when I get up.” His grin turned a little sheepish and you knew that he wanted you to work this time. Usually, he was the one doing most of the work.

“Oh, we can’t have that, now can we? Then let me take a look at it.” You pulled out his doctor’s bag from underneath the bed and placed it right next to his legs. “Would you mind if I pulled your pants down? Just a little. I need to take a look at it.” You said, your hands already on his waistband. “You’re the doctor yoi.”

You opened the button and pulled his pants down a little, finally freeing his erect dick that laid heavy against his lower abdomen.

“What a service yoi.” He said in regards to you pulling down his pants. “Do doctor’s do this a lot?” he asked and you smiled at him. “Oh yeah, all the time. They also make you swallow medicine.” You replied, getting closer to his crotch, eyes scanning his dick. “Hmm….I can’t see anything unusual. Can I touch it?” Marco’s grin was answer enough.

Your hand glided over his length, making his hips thrust upwards. “Did it hurt?” you asked playfully concerned. “You’ve just got cold hands yoi.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I will be gentle.” You said with a smile and opened his bag, pulling out his stethoscope.

“Do you mind if I open my blouse a little? It’s quite hot in here, don’t you think?” you asked, already unbuttoning the first button, then the next, exposing your cleavage. “I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable while you work yoi.”

You put on the stethoscope and leaned over him, putting the cold metal against his bare chest and listening to his heartbeat. A quick look told you that he was staring right into your décolleté, his heartbeat a little too fast but that was due to his excitement.

“Do you think there is something wrong with my heart yoi?” he asked, voice low and husky. “I’m just making sure.”

You moved further down, pressing the utensil against his stomach, his lower abdomen, until it was pressed against his groin. You looked up at him, seeming like you were trying to listen to something you definitely couldn’t hear. Marco’s eyes were wide in amusement and he wanted to say something but you pressed you finger to your lips in a shushing motion. “I need to listen!” you whispered, making Marco’s body shake in silent laughter. “You’re terrible!” his lips motioned and you couldn’t help but also giggle.

“Well, I couldn’t really hear anything-“ you started “Oh really? I wonder why yoi.” He chuckled and you gave him a stern look. “Please, let me finish.” Marco cleared his throat and his face returned to a serious expression though he couldn’t hide the small twitch of his lips. “Of course, I’m sorry. Please, continue.”

“As I said, I couldn’t really hear anything but I want to do one or two more tests. First, I’m gonna have to inspect the area a little bit closer.” You started, your hands moving over his thighs and up to his dick, one hand wrapping around the base of his length. “Maybe I can feel what’s wrong.” He took in a sharp breath when you started to move your hand up and down, not breaking eye contact with him.

“And if that doesn’t work yoi?” he asked, his voice already sounding a little strained due to your ministration. You let your thumb circle his tip, spreading the pre-cum. You felt his dick twitch in your hand. With a serious voice and your other hand starting to fondle his balls, you replied: “I will have to taste it.”

Marco couldn’t help but laugh at your response. “Taste it? Are you sure you’re a doctor yoi?” You suddenly leaned over him, your face only inches away from his. “Are you questioning my integrity?” Another twitch of his dick told you he was more than enjoying this. “I would never dare yoi ….”

With a huff you sat back up, your hand moving up and down. You felt your own arousal between your legs, begging you to pay attention to your own needs as well but you wanted to go through with this. What kind of doctor would you be if you put your own needs above the needs of your patient?

His pants came in short breaths, small moans mixing in between the pants the longer you continue. “Hm….I think I can feel something but I’m not quite sure yet…” you hummed. “See…?” you squeezed his balls a little ne your hand, making him groan in response. “That’s what I thought….I think here lies the problem.” You said in a professional tone, nodding to yourself.

“So, you don’t need to taste it yoi?” he panted, trying to keep his composure which was a huge task in itself since he loved the way you handled his dick. “I think I don’t…” you said, griiping his balls again, your hand moving faster up and down around his member.

“I think you should do it….just to be 100% sure…!” Marco suggested, a moan escaping his mouth.

“I mean, you’re the patient. I have to treat you the way I see fit and the way you want me to. And if you insist…” you left the sentence unfinished, already taking your place above his dick, your lips ghosting his tip. “Damn.” He hissed, his hips involuntarily thrusting upwards, his tip disappearing inside your mouth.

The salty taste of his pre-cum coating your tongue had you moan around hid dick. Without thinking you started moving your head up and down, taking him in deeper and deeper with each move. Your hand played with his balls while your tongue swirled around his dick. You felt his hand on the back of your head but you swatted it away, glaring at him but probably not looking very threatening with his dick between your lips.

“Damn, doctor! You’re really good at this yoi.” He praised, instead of grabbing your hair he grabbed the bed sheet underneath him. “But I think this treatment isn’t enough….do you have a third method?” with a last, long suck that had him moan out loud you let go of his dick, looking at him through thick lashes.

“I do. But I usually only do it as a last option, when nothing else helps, y’know?” You admitted, already opening your pants and pulling them down. Your blouse followed almost immediately. He licked his lips at the sight, shuffling a little on the bed. His hand automatically went to his dick, stroking it lazily at the sight. This picture alone was enough to make you moan and climb on top of him again, positioning yourself above his dick, his tip gliding against your sensitive folds.

“Doctor? You have my permission to treat me with every method you know yoi. Please, cure me.”

#one piece #op #op marco #ns.fw #marco the phoenix #marco the pineapple #marco x reader #op marco x reader #op imagine #marco imagine #x reader #op x reader #marco x you #op marco x you #x you #op x you #Marco the phoenix x reader #Marco the phoenix imagine #a little fluff #marco fluff

[mrs-march-ahs]

Hey beautiful!! If you have the time/ inspo could you pls do a full Kit fic based on that nipple clamp scenario you described?? It would be greatly appreciated but no pressure if you cant! Thanks and love you!!

Mr Walker’s Treat, Your Punishment

Yes queen, I’m sorry it’s been literally 6 years since you sent this request, I hope you love it. I chose to use clothes pins instead of nipple clamps, and decided against a daddy kink since y’all brought up a lot of good points. Mr Walker is it.

Summary- After losing a bet with Kit, his dark kinky side comes out and he punishes you with the one thing he’s dreamt of since the day he met you.

Words- 2k. I’ve been writing too many headcannons, need to stop being lazy and start writing longer fics for y’all😤

Another request that was a similar was- “Hi! I don’t really know how to work tumblr so if this is bad or something, sorry but can i get a smut about Kit Walker having a boob kink? I loved your Kai one with the mommy kink and all that but if you don’t wanna write it ofc you don’t have to. thanks <3″, I hope you’re here! I hope you enjoy! 

No cap this might be the hottest thing I’ve written, enjoy! 🥵

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“This isn’t like you, I kind of like it”, you giggle, as Kit ties your hands to the bed frame with the only two ties he has. He smiles down at you, straddling your stomach, fumbling with the ties before he finishes, and looks around the room.

“Hm?”, you ask.

“I need something to cover your eyes”, he says, before getting off the bed and looking at the pile of dirty clothes by the wall.

“Ooo, kinky”, you can’t help but giggle at how unusual it was for Kit to be this adventurous. Not only a few days ago did he propose a 69, but he also was willing to make it a game. Whoever came first lost, and the winner could do whatever they pleased with the loser. The second the proposal left your lips, a certain dominant twinkle sparkled in his eye and activated the horny young man he had inside of him. You pulled out all the tricks you had, but no matter how deep you took him in your mouth, and how much you choked on him trying to make him let go, nothing seemed to work. He was so focused on slurping you up and licking you raw that he barely realised your mouth was on him. All he had in his mind was the sight of you, tied up, and your kitchen timer set for him to do with you as he pleases.

You could’ve never expected what was to come, since Kit never showed a particular interest in anything kinky. But your body was ready to be at his mercy.

“How about these?”, Kit asks holding up a pair of dirty underwear to cover your eyes with. You scrunch up your nose in disgust and shake your head.

“Absolutely not, do you not have any more ties?”. Kit throws the pants back on the dirty pile and takes some sweatpants out of his drawer.

“How fancy do you think I am, doll?”

You chuckle at the way his accent proved his point, before looking up at him in awe when he returned to his position on your crotch. He shuffled around as he straddled you, before putting the legs of the sweatpants around your eyes, poking his tongue out slightly as he tries to tie a knot. After a minute of struggling, Kit becomes impatient and takes the makeshift knot off your face, and puts your face inside of the pants where his butt would go, making you both laugh at how unsexy your homemade blindfold is.

“Hey, it works”, Kit laughs before reaching over to the kitchen timer on your bedside table. He twists it to an hour and sets it down, then proceeds to get off you and leave the room. You wriggle around the bed as you hear Kit walk out.

“Is this what you wanted? To tie me up and leave me for an hour?”, you whine loudly so Kit can hear. He collects his desired (and prepared earlier) items before shouting back to you from the kitchen, “More whining like that and I’ll leave my naughty girl tied up for two”.

You become visibly aroused at the new dirty nickname and bite your lip at what Kit has in store for you. Just as your mind is about to wander to the filthy things you ache for, Kit comes back and puts, what sounds like quite a few, things on the bedstand.

He kneels at the end of the bed and crawls over to you slowly, admiring the sight of you bare chested and rubbing his body against yours. He presses his lips to your neck and kisses you slowly, the quiet sounds right against your ear making you open your mouth. Admittedly, not being able to see heightens the pleasure, and makes even the simple activity of being kissed down to your chest even more erotic than before. You’re both very touchy and affectionate to one another, so you quickly feel the effects of being tied to the bed, when you tug slightly against your restrains wanting to run your fingers through Kit’s hair as he softly sucks on your collarbone. Kit closes his eyes and breathes against your skin as he moves down to attach his lips to the sensitive skin around your nipple, teasing you before he gets to it. He uses his other hand to wrap around your other boob, not wanting to waste a minute of the hour he has with your girls. You rub your thighs together slightly, aroused from the feeling of Kit’s mouth inching closer to nipple, but Kit stops you when he presses down, putting his body weight on you, only propping himself up on his elbows to be face level with your naked chest. The extra restrain of not being able to move frustrates you; Kit’s chest pressed down on your still clothed crotch stops you from creating any friction.

Kit never makes it to your nipple, after kissing around it for the longest minute of your life, he grazes his lips against it, before sitting up slightly and reaching over to the bedstand. The teasing lack of contact makes you huff.

“Don’t be impatient, you lost, deal with the consequences”, Kit says, now completely sat up fumbling with something in his hands, squishing your lower torso, stopping you from moving.

“Yes, Mr Walker”, you mockingly say like a child. But the term of endearment shows you respect Kit’s new dominant authority, and he swallows it up.

“Mr Walka’s got you, just sit back and relax”. Kit flicks open a cap and drizzles some liquid on your chest, making you gasp. He shushes you softly, and puts his large hand on the edge of your boob, to ensure it doesn’t drip down to the mattress. He places the bottle down and runs his fingers around in the pool of cool oil and slides them around your tits, soaking in the sight of the trails he leaves glistening. He purposely still avoids your nipples, instead circling his fingers around them. Even when he finally places his hands on either breast, kneading them and rubbing in the oil into them, though distracted by the gorgeous sight, he doesn’t give attention to the one place you yearn for it most.  

“Please…”

“Please what?”. You open your eyes under the cover, not even realising when a whimpering please left your lips. Although you wanted Kit to do anything he wanted to you, your body was tingling and tired of being teased.

“Touch them, Mr Walker”

Kit smiles at your eagerness and how easy it is for him to dominate you and have you begging, and holds back from the urge to rip your clothes off now and pound you into oblivion, knowing that if he can have you begging already, there’s more to come. He cups your tits and rubs his thumb over your hard nipples. The slightest touch makes you bite your lip, feeling overwhelmed by how such simple affection can send a rush of arousal through your whole body, making you resist the need to arch your back.

Unexpectedly, Kit takes his hands off your chest and takes a few seconds to look at them, making you even needier than before. He flicks your right nipple with his finger, making you flinch at the feeling. The minimal pain it brings subsides quickly, but the lingering touch stays and is only reset when Kit does it again, and again, and again. He takes it in turns to flick each nipple, biting his lip hard at the sight of you flinching every single time. When he stops and puts his hands on his thighs, you relax your body, savouring the slight sting from the consistent flicking.

Kit puts his hands above your shoulders and leans down, not touching you but admiring how pink your nipples turn, satisfied knowing that they will be sensitive and ready for the next activity planned. Kit leans over to the night stand, and messes around with the multiple things he has, leaving you motionless and completely submissive to whatever else he wants to do to you.

Kit sits back up and clears his throat, making you nervous slightly. He cups one boob, and you feel a sudden harsh squeeze on your nipple, making you wince. He takes it off and puts it on further, the uncomfortable nipping turning into a constant pinching of your nipple. The sensation feels weirdly sexual, and leaves you holding back a moan at first, but letting it out when Kit puts a clothes peg on the other nipple, too. Though the sight of you being used is enough for Kit’s bulge to protrude through his white underwear, desperate for attention, Kit’s intention is only to tease you, not to hurt you.

“Is this okay?”, Kit says awkwardly. You can hear the quick slurp Kit has to do as whatever is filling his mouth almost escapes.

“It’s… amazing”, you breathe out.

“Who woulda thought you’d be so naughty, hm?”. You furrow your eyebrows at what he could possibly be eating right now, but quickly melt under the weight of his lewd description of you.

Kit steps off you and stands up, chuckling darkly at the helpless view of you trying not to wriggle from the intense feeling at your sensitive buds. He takes off his shirt and drops it by the bed, not being able to rip his eyes off you laying there, wondering what he’s doing and when he’ll be back and close to you again. He slides his underwear off as silently as he can, before stepping closer to the bed, his hand wandering to his crotch, stroking himself looking at you.

When he kneels back on the bed and flicks the clothes peg, you whimper out at the endurance needed to take the uncomfortable pinch for so long. Kit moans quietly at you whimpering, before quickly slapping away the clothes peg, letting them rip off your nipples and fly across the room. You hiss at the painful turnout, making Kit instantly soothe your pain with an ice cube he holds to your nipple. You cry out at the action, and Kit smiles, before latching his mouth to your other nipple, settling the pain he induced with his freezing cold mouth and lips, swirling his tongue around your pink nipple. Tears escape your eyes at the unexpected pleasure, and a shiver breaks through your body when the ice cube between Kit’s warm fingers begins to melt and run down your side, giving you goosebumps.

Your breaths become hitched as swaps his hands and mouth, softly suckling on you with his cold lips, humming at the way you moan when he suckles harder. Your thighs can barely stay still on the mattress, moving around hoping to feel something and release the pool of pressure you feel between them. But Mr Walker doesn’t accept that, immediately sliding his hand between your legs and squeezing your inner thigh, not letting them touch and not giving you any more release than necessary. You completely let go and quickly become a whimpering and moaning mess when his hands and mouth work wonders on your body, squeezing and licking everywhere but where you need it.

“Mr Walker”, you whimper out, not being able to handle the punishment any longer.

Kit rubs his fingers against your freezing nipple as the last of the ice melts away, and removes his mouth off you with a sucking pop. He slides the sweatpants off your face, revealing the tears filling your eyes and running down your cheek. Alarm bells ring in Kit’s mind and he leans down close to you and wipes your tears away.

“I’m so sorry doll, did I go to hard on you? You shoulda said something”

“No, Kit, I need more… please”

Kit smirks at you begging once again, but sits up cockily and looks down at you.

“Sorry darling, but this was your punishment, you lost, remember? Besides…”

Kit stops in his sentence and you furrow your eyebrow in question, before, as if on cue, the kitchen timer dings.

“Sorry doll, we’re outta time”

You whine in annoyance and look up at Kit, who stands up and twists the timer again. He sets it back down before walking towards the bedroom door to exit.

“Are you not even gonna untie me?”, you whine loudly. Kit stands in the door frame with his hand on the door handle, ready to leave.

“Why? So, you can touch yourself the second you’re free? I told ya darling, if you’re whiny and naughty, imma just leave you here”

You look up at Kit in disbelief before pulling at the secure ties on your hands.

“Have fun”, Kit says, before winking at you and leaving.

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[zhongliologist]

Sub!Zhongli

Pairing: Zhongli x GN!Reader

Genre: SMUT SMUT SMUT

Words: 2.7k

A/N: So here’s the promised first part!! I tried to keep this gender neutral so if you are female assigned at birth, then just imagine it’s pegging, and if you’re male assigned at birth, then dick. 

I just want to soft dom him because he deserves to be pampered;;

Warning: THIS IS AN 18+ FIC, SO MINORS OUT THERE, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

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Right at the beginning of your relationship with Zhongli, you already knew that there will be days where he would come home, exhausted and tightly wound from all the stress incurred in his job. While he is still as gentlemanly as he always is, it was quite obvious with his shorter remarks and stoic expressions that he needed to blow off some steam.

That’s why, ever so often, you took it upon yourself to take care of all of his needs. He was adamant at first that he was fine, yet the both of you knew he couldn’t really say no to you. Which has thus led you to this night where your lover is seemingly a little worse for wear.

The front door shut with a dull thud. His heavy footfalls on the wooden floor creaking at every tired step he took. A sigh escaped his lips as soon as he entered your shared bedroom—a sound which was a definite indication of his stress.

“Bad day?”

You asked as soon as you greeted him with a small peck on his cheek. Gazing into his weary eyes, you could tell that it had been a busy day today, and the other day as well, and so was the past few weeks. He had been arriving late as well.

Zhongli hummed and caught your hand; intertwining his fingers between yours. “Forgive me, my dear. I do wish to spend more time with you, yet lately, work has kept me occupied.”

“Don’t worry about that. I understand,” you smiled as you brushed away a stray lock of hair from his pretty face. “Why don’t you take a shower first? Let me pamper you tonight?”

Placing a hand over yours, he kissed the inside of your wrist as he gazed at you, eyes turning golden and swirling with desire. Usually, this would mean he would come to lead you to the bed, yet for tonight, Zhongli can relax while you take care of him all night long.

“Very well,” he replied, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “I am in your hands tonight, my love.”

It didn’t take long for him to finish cleaning up as he left the bathroom with only a silky robe to cover him. You waited by a small leather chaise, and looked up as soon as he stepped out.

“Come here, love,” you beckoned with a warm smile, and stood up when your lover was near enough.

Zhongli sighed as he felt your hand brush his long dark locks, eyes closing and only savoring the feeling of your gentle touch. If this was how you would touch him, then he might have to fall deeper in love with you.

“Does it feel good?” you asked softly, watching his every reaction.

“…yes,” he replied, voice beginning to get breathy.

You chuckled. “I know something that’ll make you feel even better.”

Guiding him to the edge of the bed, you coaxed him to sit as you straddled him between your legs. With eyes transfixed to his, you slowly brushed your thumb over his bottom lip, asking silently if he was sure he wanted to continue.

Zhongli’s reply came in the form of parting his lips, allowing your thumb to push pass through. He hummed as he sucked on your digit, never losing his dark gaze on you for a second. With your other hand, you gave light touches on his skin; gliding your fingers on the outline of his collarbones and his sensitive pulses. Sure enough, he was slowly slipping into a haze of desire.

Removing your thumb, you replaced it with your lips against his—starting out slow and soft. Languidly feeling his gentle lips on yours which had a faint taste of floral tea, you cupped his cheeks as you kept on going at your pace.

As you bit on his lower lip, Zhongli moaned which was an opportunity to slip your tongue between his lips. In the same manner, you continued making out as your hands brushed through his hair while his stayed on your hips; meandering circles with his thumb.

Pulling away for some air, you stared at him, who was all flushed and lips swollen. You smiled.

“Relax now, love,” you told him as you leaned to his ear. “I’ll make you feel good.”

With those words, you began to nip on his earlobe, and then made your way down his jaw with a small peppering of kisses. Every time you press your lips on his skin for far too long, he would shudder and you would continue even more until his neck is filled with your marks.

“Nngghh…YN…” he would whisper ever so often, with his neck leaning to the other side for your comfortable access.

In this kind of situation, Zhongli is pretty much malleable to your touch; allowing himself to fall deeper and deeper into submission. You know he just loves your every caress, of how much care you put in making him heady with ecstasy.

Shifting your position in front of him, your thigh easily brushed against his proud erection, making him groan at the sudden friction. You could tell that he was dying to be touched, but despite that, he kept himself steady.

You brushed the hair the was covering his amber eyes. “I won’t touch you yet, but if you can stay still for a while, I’ll give you a reward, ok?”

“…Mhhnn…”

Zhongli could only mumble his agreement as he felt you slip his robe open so his toned chest was visible. Your fingers began caressing his muscles as it quivered in anticipation, his breath hitching every time his skin tingled. Tracing around his skin, your hands eventually settled on his nipples which you pinched without warning.

“Eughh….!”

He jerked up at the sudden stimulation, his hands gripping the sheets with so much force. Yet despite that, you only smirked and continued assaulting the sensitive buds. Zhongli could only endure it even though his patience was wearing thin; moaning when he felt your tongue circle around one.

“YN…I…! Haa….”

“Shh…don’t think of anything else,” you interrupted him, kissing one pert nipple. “Just focus on feeling good.”

As you said those words, you gradually pushed him to the bed; kissing down at every undulating curve of his muscles. You whispered sweet nothings to his skin, praising how beautiful he is and how his grunts were like music to your ears.

Zhongli could feel himself burning at every place your lips and your hands touch; his arousal more than obvious. At times like these, he could feel you more intensely—every vibration of your hums, every caress of your teasing hands—that he couldn’t help but slowly immerse himself with lust.

Pulling away from him, you watched as he squirmed underneath you; a debauched expression on his face which simply fueled you on. Propping his chin up, you once again kissed him, unable to contain yourself. He was hot when he’s dominant but the way he looked at you just now was just in a whole other level.

With a nip on his lips, you smiled at him warmly. “You’re doing great, my baby boy. Let’s prepare you now?”

Despite the thick haze in his head, Zhongli nodded at your suggestion; sighing as you kissed him once more before leaving his side. It was a short while but it felt cold without you next to him, and by the time to got back, he was already eager to bury himself on your shoulders.

You could only smile fondly at his sudden neediness as you brush his silky dark hair. “Come on now, baby. On your knees.”

Zhongli only hummed at your orders, giving you one final squeeze before pulling himself off of you. He couldn’t look at you as he removed his silk robe, his face in a rose blush as soon as he found himself bare before you, but soon enough, he was kneeling on the bed on all fours, ass high up. He knew the drill, he had been in this position for a few times now, and while it was still every bit of embarrassing, he knows he’s in good hands.

“You look so beautiful like this, baby,” you remarked, bringing your hands to caress his full bottom before ghosting a kiss on his skin. “Just one more thing.”

Crawling towards him, you gently mussed his hair as you gave him a tender look. Without a word, you took a silk cloth from the nightstand and wrapped it around his eyes; making him inhale sharply.

“Say the safe word if it gets too much, ok?” you whispered to his ear before going back to your position from before.

Zhongli as he laid there on the bed could only wait for you in anticipation. He doesn’t have a clue what you’ll do next, and it just gives an exhilarating feeling in his chest which he hadn’t felt before. In this position where he could feel you staring down on him, bare and all, he suddenly felt heat on his chest bloom rapidly.

You grinned.

Grasping his now fully hard cock, you heard him gasp at the sudden stimulation; and paired with your mouth on his backside, he could only wish for more friction.

“Your dick looks a bit lonely, doesn’t it, Zhongli?” you spoke, as you kept your hands steady. “You keep on bucking on my hand, you know? Do you to cum already?”

“Nghh…YN….! Please…”

He could only groan, seeking for more stimulation you were definitely not giving. He wanted more, not how you simply kept on pumping his shaft once every few seconds which only made him yearn for more.

You hummed as if reconsidering.

“Maybe if you can hold yourself, I’ll do it?” you replied, giving one area of his butt cheeks a shallow bitemark. “What do you think, my baby boy?”

Zhongli could only bury himself on the pillows, keening as he felt your other hand ghost over his hole. He felt so hot, mind foggy with lust as he trembled every time you circle your thumb around the rim.

It was amazing how pliant Zhongli has become underneath your touch—back arched, mouth drooling and his dick leaking with precum—it was such a sight to behold, and it only made you want to bully him for a little bit.

Leaning down, you lavished his backside with your tongue until your finally reached his hole which you were warming up. You left his cock alone for a while and opted to spread his butt cheeks before going down on him.

“Agghh…! Y-YN…! Haa…that’s…!”

Zhongli could feel your hot tongue on his hole, unable to see anything at all. He could feel you carefully tracing around it, lathering it with your saliva. It was a strangely arousing feeling to be so wet and hot down there but he loved it nevertheless.

“YN…I…can’t…! It’s…nghh!”

You blew some cold air to his hole, earning a jerk from him.

“No cumming, remember?”

“B-But…haa…! Mnnn…! It…feels good…”

Your thumb was back to prodding it. “Now, now. We barely scratched the surface.”

Picking up the lube that was lying by your side, you generously squeezed some on his hole and then to your fingers. Slowly, you worked him up with one finger, pushing in and out as he basically quivered underneath.

“Ahhh….! Ngghh…f-fuck…”

You watched as he struggled to keep himself on check, often biting one of the pillows if he gets too close. With such tenderness, you began worshipping his body once again, peppering small kisses on his back as you kept on opening him up.

Eventually, one finger turned into two as the squelching noise grew louder in the bedroom. Zhongli, with his blindfold, could hear the lewd sound more intensely, making his cock twitch ever so often.

“You take me in so well, baby,” you cooed, giving his skin a bite. “You think you’re ready for a bigger one?”

“Nghh…hnn….YN….! Please…I need…more—!”

You grinned against his skin. “Now that’s a good boy.”

Pulling out your fingers, Zhongli groaned at the sudden emptiness but was then distracted by your weight just beside him.

“Go and taste yourself, baby,” you said, coaxing his lips apart before inserting both your digits into his mouth. Instantly, his tongue was around your fingers, eagerly lapping his juices and no longer caring about how he looked so shameless right now.

“I’ll give you your reward now.”

With a smile and a gentle pat on his head, you slipped your fingers away continued your work on his ass. Spreading his drool on your shaft, you placed it between his butt cheeks and began rubbing him there, occasionally and purposefully brushing against his sensitive hole.

“…Y-YN…! Please…! Aghhh….Eughh….haa!”

“Relax now, baby. I’m going in.”

Applying more lube around the shaft, you gradually inserted it bit by bit so that he isn’t too overwhelmed. You could hear him struggling to keep himself calm with bated breaths, so you kept on distracting him with small kisses on his back, and a hand massaging the tip of his dick.

It was this exact moment which Zhongli had long been anticipating. Even if he feels a little bit light headed from all the stimulation, the feeling of being so full of you was enough to push him to the edge of orgasm.

You kept on moving slowly and gradually, pushing and pulling deeper until you were buried in him to the hilt. You allowed him some time to breathe.

“You’re such a good boy, aren’t you, my baby?” you remarked, hands squeezing tight on his hips as you steadied him. “You took me in so well. I’ll make you feel good soon enough.”

As soon as you said the last word, you pulled out of him almost entirely and then pushed abruptly back, making him groan loudly. Zhongli was grasping tightly on the sheets as if it they were close to tearing out, but you kept on moving, and often rubbing his painfully hard cock from time to time.

“Eughhhh….! Aghh….haa…f-fuck…YN…N-nhh!”

“Does it feel good, baby?”

Pushing deeper, you leaned in forward to take a small bite on his skin, as you felt him twitch on your hand. With nothing comprehensible leaving his lips, you decided to grab a fistful of his long hair and kissed him square on the lips.

With every thrust, he would moan in your mouth, his limbs trembling from the overstimulation. You began to wonder what he would look like if he saw himself being done by you. So in an impulsive act, you tugged his blindfold off, catching him with half-lidded eyes and tongue out as he felt you push against his prostate.

“Ahh…haaa…” you smirked in between kisses. “If only you could see how fucked out you look, baby.”

 Yet there was no moment for him to blush and hide his face. You kept your brutal pace in his hole, rubbing his dick as your other hand held on to his hair. Zhongli could feel himself right at the edge of the precipice—it felt so good to be filled by you, to be pounded so relentlessly.

“Nghh…! Eughh….a-aghh! So…deep….fuck—YN…! I’m…!”

“You’re close aren’t you, baby?” you asked, tongue rolling against his. “You can cum now. Let’s come together…”

Within a few thrusts and a particularly deep one, Zhongli finally reached his climax; squeezing around you as his seed stained both your hands and the sheets. A few moments after, you also shuddered as you bit on his shoulder; your orgasm washing over you.

For a while, the both of you stayed like this as you chased your breaths, but eventually, you pulled out of him and coaxed him gently into a good position. Embracing him as he embraced you, you gave one last chaste kiss as you pushed away his locks that were drenched with sweat.

“You ok, love?” you asked, nuzzling on his shoulder; all the dominance from earlier entirely gone.

Zhongli hummed satisfactorily beside you, his chest rumbling with how deep his voice is. “Yes, it was good…thank you, my dear…”

At his words, you smiled sweetly and pulled him even closer to you. Zhongli had already forgotten all about his stress, and instead basked on the afterglow of you together. Propping his chin on top of your head, he kissed you there.

“Dear?”

“Yeah?” you perked up.

“You have day off tomorrow, is that correct?”

“Yes, why are you—”

“Let’s go take another bath.”

#genshin impact #zhongli #zhongli x reader #s!ns #genshin impact x reader

[javier-pena]

denial

Pairing: Max Phillips x f!reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Rating: Explicit (and I mean EXPLICIT/18+/strictly no minors thanks)

Summary: This is the longer version of that drabble I wrote a few weeks ago. There is no plot, and I have no excuse for this apart from that I really like vampires.

Warnings: explicit sexual content | masturbation (male) | dirty talk | choking | some dom/sub vibes | orgasm denial | cum eating | frequent mention of the words “fingers”, “hand”, and “neck” | reader doesn’t know Max is a vampire | blatant disregard for hundreds of years of vampire research (sorry!) | Max is an asshole (but he’s my asshole) | and just to be on the safe side: explicit sexual content (I won’t say it again)

Notes: I can’t start every fic with “Dani made me do it” but yeah, Dani made me do it. She just knows what to say to me to get me to write stuff like this. Thank you for reading this in advance and for your advice and for screaming at me at one in the morning, this one’s for you, Ms @javierpcna!

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“Stand up.”

A shudder runs through you when you hear his calm voice; and yet, there is something there, an undercurrent you pick up on almost subconsciously. The nerves in your body begin to tingle as you turn your head to look at him, your mouth suddenly dry. You’re both sitting on the couch watching a movie, his arm is draped around your shoulders casually, his gaze on the TV. It doesn’t appear like he’s interested in you as his eyes follow the action on the screen with tiny flickers of movement. Did he even say it or did you just imagine it?

But then he turns to you, raises his other hand to catch your chin between his thumb and index finger in a firm grip, and repeats, "I said, stand up."

You don't know what has gotten into him; maybe he thinks the movie is boring – you certainly think so –, maybe it’s the fact that you haven’t been this close to each other in over a week – both too busy with your jobs – or maybe it’s because you put on the perfume you know he likes, but he has never talked to you like this. He knows you would do anything he asked you to, couldn't refuse him when his brown eyes cloud over with a darkness that makes them appear black. You couldn’t refuse him when those eyes pin you down more than a firm grip on your wrists or hip ever could. It makes him look like a predator ready to pounce, ready to sink his teeth into his victim's throat to draw blood.

He is looking at you like that now and his unrelenting gaze makes you squirm against the couch. You can feel the evidence of what he does to you between your legs as something down there clenches around thin air and your own gaze is drawn to his left hand casually resting against his thigh.

You're instantly wet.

Without hesitation you jump up to stand in front of him, waiting patiently for him to make the next move. It isn’t your place to take the lead. As you look down at him lounging on the couch, knees falling open in an inviting motion, his right arm propped up as if still slung around your shoulders, you feel a tense calm, like a taut rope shortly before it snaps. The longer he makes you wait, the tenser you become until you feel you’re the one ready to pounce, ready to jump him. It’s all part of the game, all part of his seduction technique, to make you want him even more. Still, you don’t make a move because it’s what he wants. He wants to see you crack, cave in, so he can exploit that, turn the tide in his favor, use you. And you’re not prepared to let that happen without putting up at least the semblance of a fight.

So you wait patiently, even though your whole body is straining, itching for him. You know what’s about to happen, that there is nothing you can do to prevent it, but you’ve come to accept your fate and this knowledge fills you with tranquility.

And then he moves – finally! – and it takes you every ounce of your willpower not to mirror his movement because you don’t want to give him the satisfaction. He leans back until he's almost lying down, his back pressing into the soft cushions of the couch. He watches you, doesn't even blink, as if what he’s seeing isn’t affecting him at all, and then he runs his thumb across his bottom lip. “Take off your shirt,” he finally says in a low tone of voice that makes it impossible to resist him.

You comply, lifting the thin, blue fabric over your head to reveal you’re not wearing anything underneath. Thankfully, the air in the room is quite cold so you can blame your hardened nipples on that and not on your heightened state of arousal. The TV behind you fills the otherwise quiet, dark room with flashing lights and the sounds of explosions. He doesn't seem to hear them, doesn’t seem bothered by the alternating flashes of bright white and almost complete darkness. You have his full attention, and it makes you squirm, your heartbeat picking up speed, your blood rushing in your ears.

Again, he makes you wait, lets his gaze wander over you from the top of your head to the waistband of your jeans, as if he has all the time in the world. You notice how his eyes linger on your breasts for a moment, one of his hands closing around nothing as he imagines squeezing them. And you want him to – you’re so wound up everything irritates you, the noises, the lights, his eyes; an itch is crawling over your skin, one you’re desperate to have scratched. You want his hands on you, doing to you what he’s clearly imagining right now, but you know that being impatient will only make things worse. Max likes to take his time with you and if you act up, he knows how to punish you. You swallow hard in anticipation.

“Now your pants,” he finally orders, raising his eyebrows in what you can only interpret as a challenge.

You let your hand wander down your exposed belly, your touch relieving some of the pressure that’s been building inside of you, the muscles of your throat moving as you try to swallow. You know he notices how they strain, it’s in his nature. His eyes flicker up to your face before following your trembling fingers, watching as you struggle to open the button on your jeans. Your fingers refuse to cooperate when he’s looking at you like that, like you’re a delicious meal he can’t wait to devour.

And then he moves too. He’s almost mirroring your motions – but his hand doesn't stop at his waistband. Instead, it moves lower, lower and lower, and then he’s palming himself through the fabric of his expensive dress pants.

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise as he lowers his to glare at you. He’s never done this before, always relying on the feeling of your body under his. This? This is different. You feel watched, studied, completely exposed, as he uses the sight in front of him – uses you – to chase his own pleasure. And you like it. You're almost ashamed to admit how much you like it.

As you push down your jeans, you let your thumb brush over your clit to relieve some of the pressure building between your legs. It’s dangerous and you shouldn’t do it, you know that, but you can’t help yourself. Your whole body seems to be shaking with the tension and you crave release, even if it’s just for a second. And for that short second, you think you’re getting away with it, you think he doesn’t notice. But he does. He sits up straight with a snarl.

"Don't ever do that again." It's a low growl, almost animalistic. "You don't get to touch yourself."

You still your hand, but it’s unfair; you know that, he knows that. Yet, you don't protest. Being whiny or needy won’t get you anywhere. Instead, you set your mind on trying it again. You step out of your trousers and kick them to the side. He relaxes again, as much as he’s ever going to, his hand resting between his legs, pressing down lightly. You want to feel some of the relief he must be feeling right now, so you let your hands run up your thighs slowly, relishing how his breath hitches. You can feel the heat between your legs as you press your index finger against your clothed clit. A quiet moan tries to tear itself from your chest at the touch and you do your best to keep it down, fight it even, but you fail. You lose that battle.

The next thing you know is that his hand has your wrist in a vise-like grip. "I'm not gonna fuck you tonight," he tells you quietly and this time you can’t help yourself – you groan in frustration. He just tightens his grip on you, his black eyes gleaming dangerously. "Kneel," he growls, forcing you down until your knees hit the carpet. It sends a jolt of pleasure through you, from the base of your spine to the top of your head. Shivering, you watch him free his hard cock, thick and heavy, the tip glistening. You wet your lips in anticipation.

But then he shatters your dreams with three words. "You're gonna watch." His voice is a menacing hiss, nothing more. "You'll take what I give you. And you're gonna be grateful."

You nod your head to show him you’ve understood, hoping that if you behave yourself now, you might at least get to touch him. He seems unimpressed by your submissive display, just watches you with mild interest as he runs his hand lightly over his cock, from base to tip, collecting some of the pre-cum, before repeating the motion. The air is thick with anticipation – you crave his release as much as you crave your own, his slow movements only making you strain, yearn for more. You wish you could hear him lose himself, deep moans and filthy, whispered praises for you, but he’s completely quiet, watching with interest what he is doing to you. It’s almost like he’s not that interested in his own pleasure but rather in your reactions, your desperation, in the power he holds over you. You squirm again, chasing a tiny bit of friction between your legs.

“Am I boring you?” he asks. He’s trying to keep his voice level, but there’s a ragged quality to it that makes you look at him.

Oh.

He’s not as composed as he would like you to believe he is. His brows are furrowed, and his chest is heaving, his breath coming in short, aroused pants. It makes you shudder involuntarily, because with these obvious signs of the effect you have on him comes something else, something dark and demanding and sinister, something he can’t force down. And you don’t want him to force it down; you want him to take what’s rightfully his, want to give him everything he craves, want him to use you until you’ve forgotten everything about your own pleasure, until you’re both just chasing his. You want to see him come undone with the softest of touches, with the whispers of the dirtiest things you can think of.

“No,” you say, and tentatively put a hand on his thigh just above the knee. Your eyes are wide with innocence, a silent plea written all over your face. “Just let me touch you.”

“No,” he repeats your own answer back at you, the hand on his cock stilling for a moment. Then he lets go of himself and holds his hand up in front of you. “But you can have a taste.”

You let your tongue run from the heel of his hand to the tip of his middle finger before sucking two fingers into your mouth. He lets you, helps you by pushing into you even deeper. The taste of him on his skin, on his strong hand, his thick fingers, is almost too much, too overwhelming. He picks up on that quickly and begins to pull out only to shove back inside your mouth with brutal force. Repeating this motion a few times, he watches as you swallow around him, determined to show him what he’s missing. You suck on his fingers, force him to press down onto your tongue until you gag, until his eyes are impossibly dark with lust. Your eyes flutter shut as you moan and he curls his fingers at that, stilling his movements, giving you a short break to taste him, to cherish what he’s giving you. When you open your eyes again, you see a red glimmer in his, which makes you suck and swallow even harder.

When he pulls his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop, a thread of spit still connecting you to him, you moan at the loss. This time, you don’t have the desired effect on him. Instead, his hand, his fingers that were just in your mouth, grab his cock again and he runs it up and down his length with obscenely wet sounds accompanying his movements. You keen, both hands on his knees now, watching the spectacle in front of you while you can feel yourself clench around nothing over and over again in time with his motions, like you’re missing something inside of you, a vital part, a piece of a puzzle that belongs there. You can feel him like a ghost inside of you, stretching you, and you’re jealous, jealous of his hand wrapped around himself, getting to experience the feeling you so desperately crave. The air is heavy with a scent entirely unfamiliar to you, an intoxicating fragrance that makes your head swim, that makes you feel brave and bold and ready to defy the rules.

You grab his wrist in an attempt to still his hand, to replace it with your own or your mouth or your warm, wet folds – you don’t care, you just need to feel him somewhere, but he growls deep and dark and dangerous and lunges forward, his other hand wrapping tightly around your throat, the ring he’s wearing on his middle finger digging into your skin. You gasp, a new jolt of arousal making your entire body convulse and vibrate and ache for him as he tightens his grip, as he holds you in the palm of his hand. You know he can feel your racing pulse beneath his fingers as he stares at you silently, his slightly parted lips revealing the edges of his teeth, making them look like fangs. It’s a battle of wills, a battle that can only have one victor, and you back down too soon when you let go of his wrist. You can see it in the mocking glint in his eyes, in the way the corners of his mouth move upwards in a contemptuous grin.

“Giving up so easily, doll?” he asks. “Would have figured you were more of a fighter.”

“Well,” you say, swallowing around his tight grip, “give me something to fight against.”

He hardens his grasp to a point your breathing becomes labored, your chest rising and falling in an attempt to suck in enough air to keep going. His ring feels cold against your skin even though his hand is warm, and that difference in temperature helps you stay grounded. You push your chin forward in defiance, showing him you can take it, and he accepts the challenge. The hand he has wrapped around himself begins to move again, slowly but deliberately. You know he’s not some kind of inhuman, supernatural being who can hold out forever. He’s human, just like you. But what he says next makes you question this knowledge.

“Tell me.” His voice is so low and raspy and yet fills the entire room to a point it makes your skin crawl. “Tell me what you would do to me if I’d let you.”

You swallow again and your tongue darts out to wet your lips before you trust your voice enough to speak. Still, what you say comes out pathetically high, your pitch raw with lust. “I would make you feel so good,” you manage before your voice gives in and you have to swallow again. His grip doesn’t weaken. “I would let you come wherever you wanted to. I –”

He interrupts you harshly. “You’re about to let me do that anyway,” he points out, still mocking you.

“I –,” you try again, desperate to come up with something that will make him crumble, will make his façade come down in a mighty explosion. “God … I … I would touch you … I – I would wrap my hand firmly around your … your cock,” your eyes flicker down for a second, “I would stroke you and squeeze you and … my hands are much softer than yours. Wouldn’t you like that? Wouldn’t you –”

“No,” he interrupts you again, crudely. “I like it rough.”

You try to nod, but he doesn’t let you. Instead, he tilts back your head until you are forced to look at him, at his dark eyes blown wide with desire, and he lets you see the desperation in them, if just for a very brief moment, a split second, for the amount of time it takes a helpless little hummingbird to beat its wings once. And you are just like that bird – fragile and delicate, ready to be crushed by this man.

“I would let you fuck my mouth,” you say. “I want you to make me choke, push me, make me- I want you to come down my throat, make me swallow every last drop of it.” Oh, you have him now. The movement of his hand is becoming frantic, desperate. A wet sound fills the room, increasing in urgency with each pass of his hand. “I want you to make me beg for it,” you continue. “I know you want to take whatever you need. And I would let you. I’d let you do anything you want to me, Max.” A small tremble in his hand makes his grip on you falter briefly. You take this opportunity to lower your voice. “You have no idea how much I need you right now. Don’t you want to find out, Max? Don’t you – don’t you want to flip me over, push into me, fuck me into the … into the carpet, use me until you fill me up, with no regard for me? I want you to do that, Max, I want you to stretch me open and make me scream and –”

His grip tightens so suddenly it cuts off all airflow. His ring cuts into your skin and you’re sure it will leave a mark. You feel your own arousal against your leg at that thought.

“Shut up,” he snarls. “Just shut up.”

“Oh, Max,” you moan. Where his voice is rough, yours is soft. “Do you want that, baby? You can have it. I’m right here.”

You begin to shift, but his hand leaves your throat, his fingers now resting against the nape of your neck, and he pulls until you are on display for him and he can see how your pulse races, a steady throb under your fragile skin. Before you have time to adjust to this new angle he’s coming with a low rumble in his chest, his grip on you tightening to hold you completely still. You feel his release hot against the tender skin of your neck and chest, you can smell him, and you make a sound that rings entirely unfamiliar in your own ears as he marks you like this.

Before you can make any move to clean yourself up, he pulls you up towards him, your neck straining with the effort, and then his tongue is on you and he’s hungrily licking you clean, sharply biting down on your skin once or twice when you squirm. You’re so desperate for this man that you’re prepared to let him do anything as long as it means he’s finally going to touch you. His tongue and teeth only drive you towards the edge even more, but it’s not enough, and you realize too late that you’re rolling your hips in desperation. He pulls back, his lips swollen and glistening, and then he shoves a hand between your legs so suddenly, your hips jerk and a frantic scream tears its way out of your throat. Two of his fingers move upwards, pushing the fabric of your panties into you. Your hands find his thighs again, and you squeeze with all your might.

“You’re dripping,” he observes with a cool smirk. “My fingers are wet, and I haven’t even touched you.”

“Please, Max,” you moan, rolling your hips again.

His free hand grips your side to still you. Then he removes his fingers, and you sob at the loss, tears shooting into your eyes. “Looks like you need to take care of that yourself, doll,” he says with a raised eyebrow, a smirk making his eyes sparkle. “I want to see how the movie ends.”

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#bloodsucking bastards #max phillips x reader #max phillips x you #max phillips #pedro pascal #fanfic #yes i am asleep like the coward that i am #i had completely forgotten about the ring until i started editing this fic lmao #if someone has an answer to the question why vampires are so hot please let me know