#i am shaking . quivering . twitCHING

[jordanstrophe]

Whumpee woke with a sobbing shout. They quivered and panted, memories hit them as if they were still on the floor at whumper's feet. They felt arms wrap around them and beeping heard overhead; the sound worsened the pounding already in their head. 

"Hey hey hey! It's okay. You got a lot of injuries, you've got to take it slow." Caretaker touched whumpees forehead and put them back against the pillow. They tightly gripped whumpee's hand and the other rested on their chest.

"Wh-where am I? How did I get here?" Whumpee panicked. 

"You're in a hospital. I'm here with you, everything's okay. You're going to be fine..." Caretaker sadly smiled. Whumpee stared up at them with wide eyes, breathing like a wounded animal, gripping the back of caretakers hand with every ounce of strength, which was hardly holding them at all.

Despite caretaker's calm demeanor, whumpee could feel caretaker's hand shaking as much as their own.

"You-" Whumpee breathed, trying to raise their hand to them, but they couldn't.

"Yeah, it's me," Caretaker smiled, collecting their collapsed hand in their own. "I'm here, I'm taking good care of you. You can keep resting, okay?"

Whumpee shook their head no, their body still in fight or flight mode, wanting nothing more but to jump up and assess their surroundings. Caretaker could see their legs twitching and slowly inching off the bed as they sighed and scooted on the bed with them, pushing their legs back to the center.

"No hon, it's too early to be doing that." Caretaker soothed, laying whumpee's head on their shoulder.

It was almost as if as soon as whumeee's cheek settled, they relaxed and their heart rate slowly returned to normal beat by beat. Caretaker looked up at their monitor and sighed with relief watching the numbers stabilize. 

#whump #whumpee #caretaker #caretaking #whump drabble #whump writing #hospital whump #hurt/comfort #comfort whump #injured whumpee #recovery whump #panicked whumpee #whump scenario #whump angst #stern caretaker #tw hospital

[hitomisuzuya]

HIIII HOW ARE YOU!?!!?!?! I HAVE A GREAT IDEA

HOW ABOUT INNOCENT CONCUBINE USER X TYRANT EMPEROR SCARA SMUT!!!

HOPE YOU’RE DOING WELL!!!

- 🎧

Scaramouche x fem!reader Smut. Handjob. A dash of breeding kink.

I know what concubine means, but I wasn't sure what concubine user met.

What Scaramouche wants, Scaramouche gets. And what he wanted was you.

The second he laid eyes on you, you in all your shy innocence waiting to be corrupted and defiled by him, he had to have you. You are his favorite girl, his only favorite girl.

As far as he was concerned, any other concubines sent to him would automatically be assigned to be your handmaidens and that was that. He kept you close by his side, even getting twice as bratty when he had to leave your side or couldn't have you with him.

Even a tyrant ruler needed someone by his side.

You'd looked especially shy, with all that breakable innocence, when he asked you to cock warm him during an important meeting with advisors. You are always so eager to please him.

Scaramouche sighed and rested back against your chest, the warm water in the large bath tub did little soothe him though. "Incompetence is exhausting," You felt one of his hands squeeze your thigh as he settled between your legs.

You put your arms around him, trailing a hand down his chest. "Let me help you relax," He felt a tremble quiver through your hand. He knew what you were thinking, 'I can't believe I just said that, but I like it' was no doubt echoing in your head. You put your lips next to his ear, "my Lord."

Scaramouche could practically sense the shy blush on your cheeks. You always made his cock twitch and harden when you called him my Lord.

Your fingers ghosted featherlight over his nipples, hearing him sigh shakily. You gently pinched and skimmed your thumb across one, you hand dipping down between his legs.

His hips jerked to rut into your hand when you grasped his cock, rubbing your thumb on the head. You palmed and rubbed his cock, earning a soft moan from him.

You felt like melt against you as you wrapped your hand around his cock, squeezing before pumping your hand. The sound of water sloshing around in the bath tub could be hard as you jacked him off.

"Fuck..fuck..I am going to fill your slutty cunt twice tonight for this," Scaramouche groaned, his eyes rolling closed as his cock pulsed and throbbed in your hand.

"Please do, my Lord," You swept your hand up to pinch the head of his cock, "Who knows, maybe tonight will be the night."

Scaramouche's cock throbbed more in your hand when you mentioned he might get you pregnant. The mere thought of fucking you full enough to knock you up hardened his cock more in your hand, his moans echoing around the bathroom.

He lost himself in the pleasure your hand was providing for him. Your other hand pinched and played with his nipples. High pitched whimpers and moans sounded from him, his legs shaking as he fucked himself into your hand.

Cum spurted into your hand and into the bathwater. Your hand never faltered, nursing him through his orgasm. It only stopped when his hips stilled. He rested back against you, panting.

After a few moments, he made a motion at you with his hand, signalling that he wanted you to leaned around him. He stole your lips up in a soft kiss, changing positions with you.

Scaramouche fully intended to play with your cunt until you begged him to empty himself twice in you like he promised.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #au #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader

[ken-jaku]

explicit sexual content; gn!reader gives rafayel a handjob! and... cum eating🙁, hint of dubcon near the end? this is just me thinking thoughts.

it's the way i held a grudge with rafayel cause he walked away from mc mid-convo AND ALMOST LEFT HA TO DIE... he's rlly cute tho- especially during nightly stroll. this switch up feels like one of those enemies to lovers books where the girl gets brutally bullied by the male lead only for him to be forgiven💀 like girl- he ran you over with his car!

you're not really sure how it started. everything was a blur as you sat on your heels in between your friend's legs, watching his bodily reactions meticulously as you jerked him off while he rested his red face in the crook of your neck, the two of you alone in the back of his art museum.

you were a bodyguard. your job was to assist him at all times- wherever, whenever. this so happened to be another task he subtly yet jokingly tried to put you up to. he didn't think you'd actually do it. your fingers ran up and down his cock with the occasional swipe of your thumb on his leaky tip, listening to the murmurs and shudder of his breath as he got closer to his impending orgasm.

soon enough, you feel his dick twitch in your hands as he shudders, shooting his cum into your hands and on his abdomen with whiny, low moans following.

when he finally opens his eyes, a bit too shy to look at you, the feeling of your wet tongue on his stomach makes him shiver, "wait, what are you doing?" his tone was rushed- almost panicky as you placed your hand on his thighs.

"cleaning up, silly." you smile, poking at his thigh making him squirm as you face lowers again- this time you take him in your mouth, sucking and licking at his cum-coated tip. a heavy moan leaves rafayel's mouth, one he finds himself trying to muffled a bit too late. you smile.

"fuck- it's... you can stop now." you pout, dick muffling your words and sending vibrations throughout his dick, "but 'm not done." you look up, licking the remnants of cum from your hand before diving back down between his legs.

"hmm-fuck, no... no, i really think you should stop now. it-it's too much, shit." you shake your head, nails now gently scratching at his thighs as you continue 'cleaning him off'.

"wait, don't do that! your nail- oh, god!" rafayel tries to get another word out but it's too late. more and more cum spurts from out of him and into your mouth. the feeling of it hitting the back of your throat had you choking, the taste was a bit too salty and bitter for your liking, but you enjoyed it. mumbled apologies leave rafayel as he basks in the aftershock, his neck and face now flushed.

"huh... i did not think your thighs would be so sensitive." you look at his quivering thighs before making eye contact with the painter. silence follows, with the exception of his heavy breathing. rafayel, at a loss for words, can only stare at you as he slumps on the bench, his hands barely holding him up even as his palms dig into the wooden seat.

"so! how much are you paying me again, or, at the very least, what am i gonna get in return?"

#love and deepspace #rafayel #love and deepspace rafayel #rafayel x reader #rafayel love and deepspace #love and deepspace smut #l&ds #l&ds smut #l&ds x reader #lads rafayel #rafayel smut #love & deepsace x reader

[frostironfudge]

I Need You To Listen - Steve Rogers

Summary: For @the-slumberparty 's Week 3 Something New Challenge, I went with the medium mode - sex pollen but with exes to lovers. This took alot of work I ended up rewriting it entirely, I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 7.4k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, angst, smut, fluff, sex pollen, p in v, fingering, dirty talk, love bites, steve rogers dirty talking (this man), swearing, nipple play, past is in italics, sort of a post civil war rewrite so we're going completely off canon

Main Masterlist || AO3

Fate works in the most hilarious of ways, a stubbed toe over here and a broken heart still being nursed over there. 

Tony Stark stands in front of your cell, staring at you through the glass. You don’t hold back your tears from him. Disappointment colours his features. 

Broken pieces of trust lay scattered on the floor. The damage by him was done. Leaving you to bear the brunt. Leaving you to walk on the jagged edges of the broken family. 

A family that shared jokes, laughed, drank and protected each other. 

Won together. 

Lost together. 

In the past few days died together. 

“How are you holding up?” His arc reactor gleams as he takes a seat on the stool. Unzipping the jacket he wears his arm in a sling. You close your eyes, more tears fall at the memory of the fight. An involuntary shiver as the chiling bite of the cold manifests itself from your memory. 

The cell isn’t uncomfortable. There is a cot in the corner, the bathroom has a door. The sterile scent of the cleaning agent stopped giving you a headache hours ago. 

“Why are you asking me?” You look at him, he should be mad, he should yell, call you a traitor. 

“Contrary to what you all think and did to me, I trust you.” He shrugs, left eye twitching, he rolls his shoulder. 

“How is the arm?” Your gaze falls to it. 

“Seen better days. You know, heart troubles.” He looks at Wanda’s cell, “Kid, Vis is asking about you.” 

She looks up at him, “Is Rhodes alright?” 

Tony presses his lips into a thin line, shaking his head. 

Wanda looks down at her hands. 

“He tore us apart. That Baron Zemo. I know you have a lot to learn, alot to grieve. The accords may be dissolved. I’m working on it. At SI we’re  preparing the bail documents.” He informs you all. 

Sam scoffs, “What about Cap and Barnes?” 

“James is in recovery as per my last conversation with T’Challa. Where Cap and Nat are I do not know nor does he.” Tony gazes back at you. 

“I trusted him.” Is all you can say to him. You stare at your palms, you couldn’t get the blood off. 

“I know, I did too.” 

“Tony.” Your lips quiver another sob at the heartbreak Steve left you with to deal. All alone. 

Bucky fights Tony, you don’t want to see your best friend hurt. The man who took you under his wing when you joined in, your steps halted by the blonde haired man who harbours your heart. 

“Sign the accords.” Steve orders, you gape at him. 

“Steve, do you fucking realise? We’re here because I didn’t sign them because I am siding with you?” You almost yell. The tempreture drops as the snow cascades into the facility from the now broken windows. 

Bucky lands on the floor, a pained groan, his arm blasted off. He kneels, eyes widened at the implication. At the man he hurt irreparablely being the one to take away one of the curses HYDRA bestowed upon him. 

“Shit!” Your eyes move to Tony, slowly he rises from the floor. The suit broken in several places. 

“Y/N, you need to listen. You cannot go rogue with me.” 

“Steve,” You push his arm away you had to intervene. 

“It was good while it lasted.” He says and everything turns to static. 

“Wh-what?” 

“Look, I, we had a good run but I know your stance on the accords you’re just with me for the sole reason we’re together.” Steve says to you. 

“Are you serious right now?” Anger courses through you, your grip on your pistol tightens. 

“It's not even the accords. I, I didn’t think we would make it beyond this month. Look, I have to think about Bucky. Its all of this, it doesn’t, priorities.” He lunges over to defend Bucky leaving you defenceless. Your ears ringing, you watch as they fight, you can’t hear any of the clangs the groans. 

You stand there dumbfounded. 

As Steve throws Tony down the beam reflects off of his shield and hits you on the shoulder you’re thrown against the wall. Bucky meets your eyes, at least he seems apologetic.  

Tony tries to get up to help you, “Rogers, she’s hurt—,” The shield slams against the arc reactor. 

“I don’t care.” He says so easily.

You pant as the pain increases, both the burn and sting of his words as well as the physical injuries manifesting across you. 

Steve helps Bucky up, you try to push yourself to your knees, crawling to Tony while keeping your arm close to your body. 

Bucky looks back at you, his eyes convey his remorse. Tony breathes hard, you blink back tears at the glance Steve doesn’t spare towards you. 

Eight months down the drain.

The morning kisses, cuddles, the random sketches of you he left as gifts all lose their importance. Remembrance only causes pain. 

“Mr. Stark, you need to leave.” 

Tony sighs, “I’ll visit, or I’ll have you guys out before that. Work some arrangement.” 

“I’m so sorry, Tony.” You look at his arm and back at his face. 

He gives you one of those sad smiles of his, the one where he pretends it's just another day, another common thing. 

“Aren’t you foolish to trust us again?” Sam questions him as Tony passes by his cell. 

“I just have to do my job. It’s the people who have to trust us.” Tony turns to face Sam. 

“So the people trust the missile maker millionaire Stark?” Sam knows the jab is stinging, Tony hated 

that about the company’s past. 

The rift was ever present, your friend looks towards you. 

“Y/N, let him know not to insult me, I’m a billionaire.” He grabs his glasses and moves away. 

You resist the urge to laugh, everyone would resort to their coping mechanisms. You’d have to bide your time here. Usually getting black out drunk was how you solved your own problems. 

True to his word Tony has you all released on various conditions. You, Scott and Wanda are released together. 

When you reach the tower it isn’t surprising that there was a break in, you’d scoff that Steve didn’t come to break you out but he made his decision in Siberia. 

The faint scent of his cologne lingers in your room. Hints of Patchouli and Bergamot. You stare at the box on your bed. 

Opening it reveals a burner phone. 

“I got a burner too, one number loaded upon it.” Tony stands at the door holding a glass of scotch for himself and your favourite Vodka in a bottle. 

“Surprised he bothered.” You open the phone and it chimes an unread text upon it. 

“I didn’t get that.” He observes, you take the bottle from him. 

Opening the text. 

SGR: I want to talk to you. Please let me explain. 

You laugh bitterly, unscrewing the cap and taking a long sip. At least you can blame these tears on the alcohol. 

“Are you going to? Call him I mean.” Tony settles on your desk chair. 

“Nope.” You set your bottle down after three more sips, grabbing the edges of the opened flip phone you press. The phone snaps from its hinges and you place it back down in the box, “Did you track it?” 

“Fake return address.” He twirls the ice in his drink. 

The two of you bask in the silence. Drinking in tandem and out of sync. 

“Were you going to sign the Accords?” You ask after a while staring at the setting sun. 

“Nope,” He reaches for your bottle, pouring himself a peg, “I was having them redrafted. Steve only had to agree for them to shut up. My draft would have gotten approved.” 

“So confident.” You raise your brows. 

“Comes with the job title.” He rolls his eyes. 

“Do you think anyone will trust anyone?” You tap the bottle neck. 

Steve’s laughter reverberates against your chest. He reaches up to cup your face. 

“Why is it so amusing?” You ask, not meeting his eyes. 

“Because it is, Poppet. I wouldn’t break your heart.” He assures yet again. 

You gnaw at your bottom lip trust was difficult to come by for you. 

“You want to know why?” He whispers, making you meet his gaze. His nose brushing against your own. 

“Because I have your heart and it's what is keeping me alive.” 

You lean closer, pressing your lips to his, Steve kisses you back. Hands pulling you closer. You feel his smile between the kisses and you begin to retract knowing what he was upto but it’s too late. 

Steve tickles your sides and laughter blubbers from your chest. He grins, cheeks flushed as you press against him. The thin sheet hides nothing from the way you feel. 

“I love you.” He says, you stroke his cheek with your thumb.

“I loved him with everything in me.” You blubber out, tears falling down. 

Tony sits next to you, your head rests on his good shoulder, “I know you did. It's a hard road ahead, kid. Not an undoable one.” 

“I hate him.” You declare, “I hate him, he just, how could he be so selfish?” 

“Sometimes we all are, he is in the wrong. He didn’t exactly reciprocate the trust.” Tony sighs, you look up at him. 

“I’m sorry about your parents.” You watch him give you those sad smiles, he flexes and extends the fingers of his left hand. 

“He could have told me, I trusted him enough that he could.” He whispers then shakes his head. 

“Steve Rogers is an asshole.” You declare raising your bottle to his assholery. Then you giggle. 

“You just thought of the word assholery didn’t you?” Tony giggles as well. 

Both of you burst out laughing. 

“Hey Tone?” You ask mid laughter. 

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for being here, also can I get a box?”

“Sure.” He stands, FRIDAY has the box led by one of his tinkered bots to the room. 

“I need to check on Rhodey.” He says, “I’m a call away okay?” 

You nod, he leaves. The box stays on your bed and then you stare at the sketches hung around your room. With a delicateness that Steve didn’t spare towards you, you pack up the papers. Sealing the box with plastic wrap and head down to the safety deposit lockers. 

Your steps are misjudged and you drop your box of trinkets several times. The stupid ceramic mug from that couples pottery class probably shattered. 

You giggle thinking how it resembles your heart. 

Locking the box leaves you in silence. Your room is void of all things Steve except the one shirt he gave you on your first mission together where the two of you fell into the muddled waters that left the two of you in need to change out of clothes. 

The shirt smells like him, you curl up with it on your pillow. 

“This is the last time you gave your heart away.” You tell yourself. 

“This is the last time you cry over him.” You promise yourself. 

Eight months pass and you all sit in the conference room. The accords are abolished. They reinstate Natasha, Sharon, James, Sam and him. Tony holds his flip phone. Resorting to texting rather than speaking to him. 

A reply comes when you all are back at the tower. They’d be there tomorrow. Rooms are prepared with favourite foods stocked up. You had requested your room be shifted away to another level. 

Heart ache didn’t manifest beyond those few nights. 

Your walls that Steve Rogers broke down were built back stronger. Impenetrable. His shirt was placed in his room by you a month into getting over him. 

You don’t pass by the floor, you’re a level above. Thankfully the elevators divide the levels they service and you won’t ever be on the same floor as him. 

The night is restless despite your indifference to all of them. They were the family you chose and yet you were abandoned by them. 

Dreams are but a loop of memories you have buried. 

After your morning laps you head to Tony’s lab. 

“They will be dropping in at SHIELD first. Fury wants to discuss some things and then they come back here.” He stifles a yawn. 

“You need caffeine my friend.” You hold up the coffees, “Luckily I come bearing gifts.”

“I love you.” He whispers gingerly while taking the cup. 

“Are you talking to the coffee or me?” You ask, taking a sip of your own. 

“I can love both.” He defends, whispering to the coffee he loves it more. 

You throw one of his discarded paper balls on him. It doesn’t phase him. 

“Are you sure you want to come along?” He asks for the umpteenth time on the drive to SHIELD. 

“Tony, I will leave you behind if you ask me again.” You glare at him. 

“I think you will be fine.” Vision assures a gentle smile on his face and he laces his fingers with Wanda. She smiles at him, her own mind filled with thoughts. 

“See we’ll be okay.” You declare. 

Minutes later you’re seated on one side of the conference room. Tony on the first seat, you on the second. Vision opts to stand behind Wanda as she sits. 

Fury sits at the head of the table. The door opens and Natasha, Sam and Steve step into the room. A thick silence settles over. You look at each of them and then back at Fury. 

Natasha’s hair is shorter and blond, Sam seems to have gotten leaner. Steve was sporting a beard and longer hair. 

You wondered if the post break up look was something you should have gone for, maybe dyed your hair blue.

“Well, as you know you all have been reinstated. The Avengers operate without any Accords binding them but they must be mindful of their poweress and the possible damage they may cause. A country has full discretion to forbid the Avengers from subduing threats that may lead them there and you must honour that no matter the cost.” Fury gazes at you all. 

“What if they need help?” Steve questions, you scoff. 

Cold blues flash to you. You roll your eyes. 

“The dissolution of the Accords was done keeping this one rule in mind. I suggest you make peace with it. You will not be able to save everyone from damage and hurt, it is better than causing it.” Tony adds. 

Steve’s jaw tightens. He nods. 

“Now since this is done and dusted. Official missions may resume.” Fury places down a manila folder. 

“Official?” Sam questions, raising a brow. 

“Agent Y/L/N here was liasoning with us for recon purposes. Kept under wraps. We have identified HYRA bases. Once the plans are sanctioned you all will be back on duty.” Nick sighs, “I suggest you all train together to get a sense of your skill sets and moves again.” 

No one nods. 

Nick shakes his head leaving the room. 

“Your old rooms have been cleaned at the tower. Access is via FRIDAY, food is stocked. Layout’s almost the same. Few changes here and there. Oh and there are new succulents in the living room.” Tony fiddles with the folder. 

“We can conduct a meeting about these missions tonight or tomorrow. You all settle in, there is a car outside and your vehicles are in pristine condition at the garage.” He informs them further. 

“No welcome back party?” Nat muses, you laugh. 

“I drank all the liquor so unfortunately no parties.” You deadpan. 

Nat and Sam stare at you. 

“It has been a difficult few months. I understand everyone will take time to return to a semblance of previous normalcy.” Vision’s words are both reassuring but also farfetched. 

Wanda grasps his hand and gives it a squeeze. 

Steve’s brows furrow in worry. He observes you trying to find any hints but you give him none. You learned to school yourself. An agent well versed in hiding her intent, emotions and aim. Your skillset is what brought you to the team and it is what you have. It's what you could trust. 

Sam nods, “Well best we head back.” 

“Yes we could use some sleep.” Natasha says, you flash her a smile. 

“Yep, well I have a few things to discuss with Fury.” You push away from the table first. Tony follows your lead. 

“Should you not include us in the conversation?” Steve says in his authoritative baritone. 

“Unfortunately, Captain, it isn’t an Avengers matter but a personal one. Which you aren’t entitled to know.” You spit back. 

His mouth opens again to speak. 

Tony beats him to it, “Where’s our Manchurian candidate?” 

“Bucky’s in the UK for a bit, after Wakanda we were there for a while. He stayed back for personal reasons.” Steve explains and you slip out. 

Steve stares at your room door, knocking on it yet again. Two weeks since his return and you had avoided him in every capacity.

He had worked up the courage to knock on your door today. But there was no response as it was over the past fifteen minutes. He requests FRIDAY to check in and all the AI says is that you’re fine.

You had gotten back from a mission yesterday morning. You had to have been resting. 

“Why won’t she open her door then?” He mutters, pressing his forehead to your door, “Poppet, I just want to speak to you. Please.”

“Captain.” Vision greets floating out of Wanda’s room.

“Vision.” He acknowledges.

“Why are you knocking on an empty room’s door?” Vision tilts his head. 

Steve blinks at him, “This is Y/N’s room.” he states as if obvious.

“It isn’t, she switched rooms about three months ago.” Vision says

Before Steve can ask anything further, Wanda opens her door, “Vis.” She gestures with her hand for him to return.

“Wanda.” He walks to her this time.

“FRIDAY, where is Y/N’s new room?” Steve questions walking to the elevators. 

“She’s on the twenty-fifth floor.” The AI responds, he switches to the other elevator. 

“Captain, you will have to go to the ground floor to switch elevators.” FRIDAY informs him. 

Steve sighs moving back in front of the original elevator. It stops at every single floor; he almost misses the elevator as you’re getting on, luckily a Stark Industries employee holds the door for him. 

You bite the inside of your cheek. Looking away. 

“I want to talk.” He says over the all too silent but crowded elevator. 

Everyone looks at him except you. They follow his gaze to you. 

“I don’t.” You answer while staring at the numbers. 

“Poppet.” He says and you shoot him a glare before looking away again. 

People trickle in and out. 

Steve’s gaze is trained upon you. He nods politely at those greeting him but his gaze nerver strays from you. 

You look into your phone pulling up a forgotten game loaded into the device. Anything. Any stupid thing to avoid him. 

Finally it's just the two of you. 

The automated air freshener hisses filling the space with the scent of lavender. 

“Poppet I just want to explain—,” Steve steps closer, his hand outstretched. 

“No. I don’t fucking want to hear a word.” You seethe, you move forward pressing the button to your floor if it makes you reach quicker. 

“Poppet.” He grabs your hand, turning you towards him. 

“Y/N. Use my damn name.” You spit out, finally meeting his eyes. 

There is a tick in his jaw, he nods, “Y/N. Just five minutes. I know I don’t deserve it—,”

“You don’t deserve to even ask for a minute of my time. You never saw us work beyond that month correct? Well guess what? We don’t.” You push at his chest, he doesn’t budge. 

“I lied. I said those things so you wouldn’t follow. I could not have you living rogue with me.” Steve admits, you stare at him. 

“You lied?” You repeat. 

“I didn’t want to break things off but that was the only way I could ensure you wouldn’t follow behind me. It was dangerous. Poppet—Y/N,” he corrects, “I told you your heart kept me alive, I love you—,” 

Steve’s head snaps to the side, cheek turning red at the impact of your slap. You breathe hard, eyes tearing up. 

“That was not for you to fucking decide, you do not get to come back here and make your sorry excuses for being a horrible human being. Betraying my trust. Leaving me and your friend injured. You picked Bucky over us. You picked Bucky over me and I understand I would pick him too if I were you. But I would not fucking lie or leave my girlfriend and best friend behind injured horribly. You’re welcome back to the compound Steve. Even back to your glorious Captain America title. However,” 

The doors open to your floor, you step out. 

“I don’t know how you say you’re alive because I took my fucking heart back from your undeserving self. I don’t care if you lied, I don’t care if it was all fun and games. I don't care about you. I don’t want to care about you. You are a teammate because I am forced to consider you one. I don’t need to listen to you to provide you closure or a second chance. You fucking liar!” 

“Poppet,” Steve reaches for you again, you take off running to your door. 

“FRIDAY, deny access. Override only with Tony.” You order, the locks on your doors bolt and Steve keeps knocking and pleading. 

He sinks to his knees outside your door apologising over and over. 

Natasha is pinned to the floor by Wanda as the latter grins triumphantly. Natasha praises her and they break apart. You take Wanda’s place and Sam takes Natasha’s place. 

Mixed training was now mandatory. 

You had almost burned Nick Fury with your glare. Steve hadn’t shown up to any, in fact he hardly was in the same room as you. 

Sam goes full offence, you block the blows. Defending yourself you had worked hard over the time away from official duties. 

Minutes pass by, neither of you yields. Panting you stare at Sam waiting for an opening to take him down. 

“Come on, that's all you got, little spy?” Sam teases, you laugh. 

“You wish birdy.” You stick your tongue out childishly. Wanda and Nat laugh. 

“Come on Wilson.” Nat prompts, “We’re bored here.” 

“Alright,” Sam moves, pulling a fake. You catch it a moment too late, as he’s about to tackle you to the ground you turn. Tugging on his arm as Sam’s eyes widen. 

The momentum thrown off both of you land on your sides, recovering swiftly he’s pinned to the ground by you. 

You grin at him. 

“How's that birdy?” You laugh at his irritation. Sam rolls his eyes. 

“Y/N.” 

Everyone’s heads snap to the door, Steve and Tony stand there. 

You help Sam up. Sam keeps an arm around your shoulder. Steve’s eyes linger and his fists clench. 

Sam takes his arm away. 

You roll your eyes, they land on Tony as he bites his cheek, oh this can’t be good you deem. 

“Wheels up in an hour for Rogers and you.” He delivers the news. 

“Sam, Nat, Vis and Wanda are needed to take on a bigger base with Tony.” Steve looks at you, “Fury’s orders before you try to whine your way out if it.” 

You glare at him, “Alright.” 

An hour later you’re on the jet with Steve. He doesn’t talk. The last conversation between the two of you was enough. 

“We won’t be splitting up.” Steve informs you. You nod, studying the layout. 

You frown in recognition. 

“I was here on recon. This is supposed to be a dead base.” You look up at him. 

“Fury said they detected activity.” He looks back ahead. 

“Hopefully it's just random people looking for shelter.” You look back at the plans. 

Steve hums, observing you again. Wishing it would be like before where the two of you would be holding hands. 

Cobwebs litter the walls, plaster cracked. The scent of something decaying permeates through the space. 

Walking into the HYDRA base is carefully crafted, Steve leads with his shield. You keep a double check on the back trail. Something was not sitting right with you. 

The hallway diverges, you stand next to Steve, “Left side first then we can go right.” You whisper. 

He nods, “Stay close, I don’t know why something feels wrong.”

You don’t verbalise your own feelings, following in his footsteps. 

The hallway leads to an abandoned lab, the computers torn down and broken apart. Steve relaxes his defensive stance looking around the area. 

You move carefully through the edge of the room, “Something should be of value here.” 

“I don’t think there is anything.” Steve declares, “Let's clear the other pathway.”

You give another once over and then follow him back down the path. 

Your boot catches on the uneven flooring, “Shit!” You whisper yell as you fall forward. 

Steve turns, breaking your fall. You land against his chest and his arm encircles your waist. For a moment that echoes a broken promise of eternity he holds you close to him. 

Steve sneaks a moment he lost over a stupid decision. He takes what crumbs he’s given by fate. 

Your palm is against his chest, your head tucked against the crook of his neck. 

Why can't you move away?

Why do you want more of him? 

Why do you miss him? 

He hurt you. 

He lied. 

He hurt you. 

You break the eternity Steve was living as you pull away, silence stretches between the two of you as you head down the other hallway. 

It's empty yet again, you shake your head at the waste of time. Steve steps closer to the vials on the shelf. The liquid in them gleams a certain way. 

You hear a pneumatic hiss from your left. You turn quietly making your way to the wall. 

Steve studies the shelf again. There was no dust on it. No pattern on it. These were fresh vials. Then his eyes widened, “Y/N don’t!” 

You turn to face him when the hiss is louder and the slits of the vent open. A dust like substance pours over floating around you. 

A coughing fit grips you, you place your hand against the wall to steady yourself the gun falls as you clutch your chest wheezing. 

Steve pads over to you, trying to rub your back to ease the coughing fit. He asks FRIDAY to scan the micro dust to see if it is anything dangerous. 

The coughing fit subsides over a few minutes, your breathing shallow. You look up at Steve blinking away the tears. He cups your cheek.

“Are you okay? Do you feel anything?” He questions, gaze running over every aspect of you. Glove clad large palms moving over your form. You nod, but then your stomach cramps. 

“What is it?” Steve takes not of your discomfort. 

“I, it's my stomach—,” Your words are cut off by a whimper as the cramp gains severity. You lean more against the wall as the cramp travels across. 

Steve rummages through his mind to know what this substance could be, he had been to HYDRA bases before. He spoke to Bucky all about them, their experiments which he knew. 

He watches as your skin flushes, you squirm in his grasp. He steps closer to support you. 

“Poppet?” Steve makes you look up at him, your eyes have a dazed look almost glazed over. You feel his warmth through your tactical suit. His thigh between your legs and the ache the needy ache is all you know and you need to get rid of it. 

“Please,” You plead to him gazing at his slightly blurred blue eyes, your hips moving out of their own accord against his thigh you moan as your core makes contact with him. 

Steve pushes your hips away, “Poppet what—,” 

“Steve, it hurts so badly. Please,” You cry out wiggling against his hold. His fingers dig into your hips to keep you in place. 

Your palms cover his, you look up at him. 

You lean up, he shifts back. You use the distraction to guide his palm to grind down on it. Your choked moan has his cock harden further. He can’t help but watch as you use him. 

Logic hits him then when he feels just how wet you’ve gotten, before he can pull away there is a prick in the side of his neck. You begin to blur from his view. 

“Poppet, something is wrong.” 

You look up at him, why did his words sound garbled? 

Why was he falling to his knees? 

You look behind him, people standing and watching. 

The need clouding your mind clears in the slightest, “Steve,” you kneel next to him. 

“It’s okay,” he assures you, reaching for the shield. 

The cramp hits you again harder; you cry out in pain, doubling over and sinking against the wall to curl up. 

“FRIDAY, dis-distress signal.” Steve orders as his vision begins to blacken, he reaches for you with the last of his strength covering your curled up form with his body. 

Steve keeps his eyes closed. 

Enhanced hearing picking up the dripping pipes from the left. To his right he hears your pained whimpers. 

How long was he out?

Chains bind his arms above him, the uneven concrete digs into his knees and shins. He would search for the shield in the aftermath. 

He counts four people by their rhythmic footfall. They were in the same facility. It couldn’t have been easy to move them. 

Lolling his head to right he watches you through hooded eyes, chained like him kept on your knees but you’re struggling. Squirming on the ground trying to find respite and crying out of frustration. 

“Sex pollen.” Bucky spoke, with a shake of his head in disgust.

“Sex pollen?” Steve repeated as if to confirm. 

Bucky gives him a look, Steve’s eyebrows shot up higher. 

“What does that do? Did they use it on you?” Steve questioned his best friend. 

Bucky shook his head, “It basically sets the libido up to the maximum, forces the person in contact to orgasm but basically they need to have sex, self pleasure seldom works. The intensity is higher to combat the inevitable effect.” 

A dark expression crossed Bucky’s features, he sighed sadly. Looking out at the view from his home in Wakanda. The house, though borrowed, was Bucky’s own. 

Steve had placed a few sketches of Brooklyn around. The place he used to consider home now changed. Steve stares at the more recent sketch of his home city. 

Two men out of time in a place decades ahead of the world outside. 

“How long?” Steve clutches his charcoal tighter as he forms the curve of soft lips on the paper. A stray tendril of hair. 

Bucky looks down at the half done sketch of your face. His heart aches for Steve and you. 

“Two hours, it gets progressively maddening. At first one can try to speak or answer what is asked. After that it is variable how long it takes for the need to become the sole focus. If nothing is done in two hours then its too far gone and well...” 

He had limited time, he could not gamble any further. Steve opens his eyes, tugging at the restraints to catch the attention of the captors. 

You hear the rattling, you look up at Steve another pang through your core. 

“Steve—,” 

“Ah, Captain. Welcome to the land of the waking, you were out for just under an hour. Now who is this sweet little needy thing with you?” The man asks, stepping closer to you. 

Steve growls, “Stay away from her.” he warns. 

The man raises his hands in defence, “She’s a little needy Captain,” he walks back toward Steve away from you, “Why so possessive?” 

Steve bites his tongue, “She’s mine.” he grits out. 

“I see and why is she yours?” 

He can’t tell them, they would exploit you but his will is crumbling swiftly and his mind is compelling him to speak, “I love her.” 

“Hm, it seems she needs you, Captain.” The man grins, walking back to you. His palm touches your scalp as he pulls your hair back. You want to recoil but the touch is soothing some of the ache. You look at Steve, pleading.  

“I could fill in.” He says suggestively.

You try to shuffle away but the grip on your hair tightens. 

“Don’t you fucking dare touch her!” Steve bellows as his thumb approaches your lips, “What the fuck do you want?” He pulls against the restraints, almost snarling. 

“I want to know where my Soldat is, tell me.” The man demands, leaving you. The words register as does the scent of cigarettes you recoil. You feel your mind working again, clearing the need to be fucked. 

“Steve don’t,” you warn him, he couldn’t sell out Bucky whatever this was, it wasn't worth ruining his life again, “I’ll deal with this…” you bite back the pained whimper. 

Steve stares at you, eyes wide and with an emotion you can’t place. 

“Oh but you know what is wrong with her don’t you Captain?” The man demands and you look to Steve, “Tell her the truth that burns your veins, Captain.” 

Steve wants to lie, wants to cushion you, “Truth serum?” He looks at the man who nods.

“Brilliant isn’t it? You’re compelled to tell me whether or not she chooses to be saved. You’re on a time limit.” The man taps his watch. 

“It’s a sex pollen.” Steve informs you, you stare at him. 

“That, that's why I need?” Your insides churn and your clit pulses as you watch Steve lick his dry lips before he continues to speak. The small insignificant action has your body wanting to be devoured. 

“Yes, and if you don’t get release, it’s fatal.” 

Silence stretches on the footfall of the three others has stopped, they watch the show play out. The consequences and the outcomes weighed. 

“Fight it, don’t tell them. It's not worth it.” You whisper. 

“Poppet you cannot say that. I am not risking your life!” Steve yells, pulling at the restraints again. 

“You can’t have him at risk again!” 

“I won’t let you die!” 

“You already left me for the dead once! You chose him once. Just fucking do it again!” You seethe, your skin clammy and you just want this suit gone. The material irritates you. 

Steve gapes at you, “I, I didn’t—,”

“Save it.” 

“As much as I enjoy a lover’s quarrel. Where is Soldat?” The man interrupts. 

“Gone.” Steve answers, “Poppet, please,” 

“Don’t fucking tell them!” You demand, “Consider it my last wish! Fight the damn truth serum.” 

“You are not dying.” Steve grits out. 

“Where is he, where is Bucky Barnes?” The man lands a punch to Steve’s face. His hair falls forward, slowly Steve looks up at the man. Rage colouring all his features. 

“I will let you help her. Just tell me where Bucky is, Captain.” The man promises. Steve considers, you begin to yell no at him. 

“He’s in the United Kingdom.” 

“Are you insane?!” You slump to the ground, “Do you have any fucking idea what have you done?” 

The man walks over and slaps you, “Shut the fuck up! You want a cock so fucking bad you fucking bitch in heat, I’ll give you one!” 

Steve snarls, wrapping the chain around his own palm and tugging hard until it breaks away from the wall. The man turns, gun cocked and ready, it's grabbed out of his hand by Steve. He looks at the man dead in his eyes before delivering the fatal shot.

You look up at Steve, as the man drops to the floor between the two of you. 

Steve watches the other three scramble about, he quickly fires the shots, he keeps one person alive. 

He grabs the other chain, yanking it with all his strength. It gives way. 

“Where is the shield?” He walks over to the man on the ground, pleading in pain. 

A shaking hand rises, pointing to the vault. 

“Access code?” Steve picks him up and takes him to the keypad. 

The man enters it crying when Steve presses on the open wound, “Don’t fucking pull any stunts.” 

You watch as the doors part and the shield stays there as a momento. 

You blink when everything goes out of focus. You blink again. Heat spreads over your body goosebumps raise across. 

Your thighs clench and you squirm trying to get some friction to release the ache. Tugging at the restraints is maddening. They don’t relent when you try to manoeuvre but no position provides any respite and you sob out as the frustration grows. 

“Poppet.” A warm voice calls out, you whimper. The hold on your right arm loosens and your hand reaches for the tactical suit. You had to get it off. You needed to get it off. 

You blink and watch as Steve’s hand stops yours, you push at him. 

“Please,” you whimper as another cramp takes over. 

“You smell so sweet baby.” He groans, the sound urges you on, you guide his hand to where you need him. 

His warm palm cups you the fabric of your suit soaked Steve hears your sigh of relief. 

“Going to take care of you Poppet, but you need to hold on for me okay?” Steve assures, breaking out your left arm as well. 

“Steve please,” you beg again, your mind screaming at your body, your hips move making you grind onto his palm. Your smaller palm wrapped around his wrist not letting him pull away. 

“Fuck,” He groans, pushing you against the corner and undoing your suit’s zipper, you don’t face him palms braced against the wall. Steve’s warm calloused palm is as though cold respite to your heated skin. 

He doesn’t waste time, fingers running over your folds, palm pressing against your clit. Your head tilts back resting against his shoulder, mouth parted moans leaving you. 

Steve presses his fingers into you, two thick digits and your walls clench around him he almost wishes he’d fuck you right there. 

“Fuck this pussy remembers who she belongs to doesn’t she?” Fingers curve finding the spot he very well could have placed. Stars line your vision as he hits the spot over and over, fingers curving.

“Right there Steve!” You cry out your ass rocking against him, pressing onto his cock. He keeps his thrusts hard and fast, palm rubbing your clit in the most delicious of ways. His grunts fill your senses.

Pleasure thrums from his touch to your body, your back arching as his fingers drive deeper and deeper into you. Your walls are gripping them back in not wanting him to stop. 

“I know sweet Poppet. I know what makes her weep for me. I’m going to taste you. But first you’re going to make a mess on my hand alright?” He instructs filthy words offset by the sweet kisses placed against your forehead and cheek. 

His other hand cups your breast playing with your nipple. Your hands fall from the wall, gripping onto his nails leaving indents on his skin. Steve watches your chest constrict, your voice choke off, eyes rolling back as your orgasm crashes into you. 

His fingers keep moving, riding your orgasm out, your walls quivering around him the sensitivity of your clit as it pulses. Some of the haze clears but the need just returns tenfold.

“Steve, please, I can’t, can’t wait—,” 

His lips are on yours, cutting you off, your suit pushed down further without breaking away from the kiss.

The shield clatters to the floor, his suit haphazardly discarded. Steve’s hands explore your body, remembering the planes he explored before. The love he whispered across your skin. Marking you with his touch, his lips, his seed.

“Wanna see you,” You want to turn, he grabs your hands pinning them to the wall. 

“No one gets to see you this way but me.” He growls, you feel his hard cock move between your thighs. His larger body covers yours, shielding you, watching over you. 

When your thighs clench around him,  Steve hisses, “Going to fill you up, sweet girl.” he coos. 

Inch by inch Steve’s length stretches you, your back arches. The relief the stretch of his cock brings is unlike anything else you’ve felt before. 

“You can take it, made for my cock aren't you?” He stills inside you, throbbing as your walls clench around him. He moans biting down on your shoulder the feel of you decadent, unable to be given justice by his mind.

“Heaven. Pussy feels so good, baby. Missed you so much.” He grunts, you push back against him needing him to move, “hands around my neck.” He orders, leaving your hands.

You wrap them around him, holding onto his now longer hair, soft between your fingers. Your mind remains you of the soft moments when he laid in your lap and your fingers combed through these locks.

Steve pulls you out of your thoughts with the snap of his hips. His palms gripping your waist anchoring you to him. Skin slapping against skin, his cock feels so good you could sob, the need turns into embers, your thirst being quenched. 

Each delicious, deep stroke moves you towards sweet bliss. You hear your name in an echo of his name. Steve watches the wall you mould against him, as countless times before. Your heart may have put up walls but your body left no space.

The way he sees the telltale signs of your orgasm he brings his right hand towards your apex, timing his rough circles on your clit to his thrusts. The sensations blooming become too much, your body alit with flames of pleasure, Steve moans as your walls begin to milk him just as your orgasm shatters through you.

He keeps his thrusts going, pumping into you. The arousal that spills onto your thighs, the mix of you and him. 

“One more.” He demands, fingers coated with the mix of the two of you, his marked fingers brought back to your clit, you cry out in ecstasy. 

The blissful haze clears, everything returning to you. The mission, the power, you can’t, you can’t, Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve–,

“Right here my sweet poppet, you will give me one more. You know I'm greedy.” He reasons, only increasing his pace, you thrash in his hold. Lips find the sweet spot of your neck.

It’s your undoing, you cum around him yet again. Crying out his name, tugging on his hair. Aftershocks moving through you. He holds you up, pressing kisses to your forehead, temple, cheek, jaw and shoulders. 

Grounding you, palms moving over you after he brings his coated fingers to taste them. Your head lols against his shoulder, you reach for his jaw, placing a soft kiss. Steve smiles at the familiar gesture. 

Helping you get dressed he follows as well. You’re lifted into his arms and carried to the quinjet.

As it had turned out Bucky wasn’t in UK it was a precautionary measure they came up with to secure Bucky from any life threatening attempts. The guilt you had harboured lessened.

Steve had stayed away from you, once Tony and Bruce cleared you of any remnant pollen he took his leave. Avoiding you as he had after the elevator confrontation. It left a bitter taste in your mouth. 

As much as you felt as if you were an emotional fool for considering the thought of wanting to approach him, you missed him. Terribly. 

You knew your walls were useless against the one man who you had given your jagged heart to, the blue eyes you had drowned yourself in multiple times. Whether it was when he found your gaze across the room or when you were pressed against him.

Your feet carried you after three days to his door. Your hand shook when you knocked. Thoughts swirling through your mind insecurities gaining fleet. 

The door opens, Steve’s eyes widen then his brows furrowed with worry, then fall to the still fading love bite that  he placed on your collarbone. You shift your weight to either side. Hands fiddling with the hem of your top.

You look down at your feet, Steve’s palm cups your cheek. 

Your eyes meet their old home of blue.

“I want to listen.” You manage to say, his pink lips stretch into a familiar smile.

He steps to the side inviting you further into his room.

-x-x-x-x-

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[sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast]

I want you to touch me there

"I want you to touch me there. Make me feel like I am breathing. Feel like I am human." A little Death

Synopsis: Choso feels less as a lover being a half curse; sweet love making.

Content: fem!reader, sensual sex, p in v, riding, unprotected, baby (for reader and choso), kissing, slight bj, body worship, fluffy smut, anxiety, crying

Wc: 1k

“Baby?” You ask softly, your fingers drawing cute patterns on Choso’s chest. You’d been doing this for the past five minutes and usually he’d try and guess what you were drawing. Shared giggles whenever he’d guess completely wrong. This time, however, he was silent. “Choso.” At the sound of his name, he blinked, looking down at you. “Sorry, what’d you say?” Your brow furrowed, pulling yourself up until you were resting on your elbow. “Are you okay? It’s not like you to space out like that.” You felt him lock up, eyes slowly shifting to a small piece of lint on the bed.

“Choso,” you say again. Lifting your hand, gently cupping his cheek. Your thumb softly brushes against the apple of his cheek. Almost instantaneously, a few tears rolled down.

“Am I enough for you?” He asked softly, misty eyes peering into yours. What? You opened your mouth to say how ridiculous that was but you quickly shut it. That wouldn't help him. He was obviously struggling with something inside. "What makes you ask that?" You ask carefully, your thumb still brushing against his skin. Choso nibbled on his bottom lip, quivering. You could tell he was struggling with how to word this. What to say. “Take your time,” reminding him gently. Resting your chin on his chest as you looked up at him, still softly brushing his cheek.

“Sometimes…I don't feel like I'm enough for you. That you deserve someone who's more…” He hesitated.

“Human?” You answered softly, making him nod his head.

“Oh, baby.” Shaking your head softly, you reach for his hand, pressing kisses to the back of it. “You're more than enough for me. I love you and only you. No one could replace that for me. You're who I want.” His lip wobbled more, arms slowly wrapping around your midsection. He tugged you to him.

“I know you love me…I just see you with the other sorcerers and I get..” he sighed, pressing his nose to your hair. “Can't help but think you fit better with them.”

Your heart twisted. How long had he been feeling like this? Was it all the time?

“Choso..” you remarked softly, sitting up now. “Can I show you? How much I love you? How human you really are?” His eyes widened, a small dust of pink on his cheeks. “Please…touch me. Make me feel like I'm human.” You didn't need any further discussion, climbing into his lap easily. Hands pressed to his shoulders as you claimed his lips, tasting his chapped lips mixed with the salty tears that fell earlier. His body shook, hands tentatively resting on your hips.

Warm tongues and sweet kisses were shared. Your body's slowly pushing against the other, heart beats increasing as they try to match rhythm.

You pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your lips. “Let's get this off,” you pinched the fabric of his shirt, lifting it over his head. Open mouthed kisses were pressed to his chest, you made sure to kiss every inch. Slowly making your way down his body, giggling when you saw how his tummy muscles tensed with each press of your lips. “I love you,” you murmured. Hooking your thumbs into his shorts, tugging them down his legs. Then you kissed over his pretty bulge, making his dick twitch. “I love your cock, always makes me feel good.”

“Please..” he softly breathed out. His eyes misty, bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he watched you.

You kissed over his clothed erection a few more times before you slipped his underwear down too. Resting it around his ankles as you wrapped your hand around his dick. Nuzzling against the thick length, pressing kisses there too. On the tip, near the base, on the veins. Every inch. His body shuddered, big hands being placed in your hair. He didn't grab, lead, or push. Simply rested his hand there, petting you every so often. You could tell he was getting restless, thighs tensing and releasing each time your tongue touched him. “Patience baby, I want to show you.”

“M'trying,” Choso sighed out, his hips itching to thrust upwards. To push himself deeper into your pretty mouth.

You smiled. Swirling your tongue, dipping into the leaking slit at the top. Making sure his whole length was covered before crawling back up his body. “What are you-” you pressed your finger to his lips. “We're going to make love, Choso. Sweet, loving; I want to cherish your body and you till you understand that you're perfect. Perfect in how you give me pleasure and love me.” Before he could say anything, you pushed back a little, sliding him in between your thighs. Your sex consumed him, swallowing him until his tip brushed against your g-spot. His blunt nails dug into your thighs, whimpering as you clenched.

And slowly, you moved. Rising and falling, his cock slipping in and out. Dragging along your sensitive walls, covered in your arousal. Building both orgasms as you placed your hands on his shoulders, steadying yourself.

“Cho..” you moaned, feeling the steady build in your tummy. “Baby…you feel so good. Oh-” He choked on a groan, his head falling back onto the pillow. His pretty hair fanned across the fabric, red dusting his cheeks. “I love you s'much baby, so damn much.” You panted, leaning forward a little to rest near his ear. Telling him over and over everything you loved about him. How he makes you feel, how your heart only beats for him this way. Over and over as both orgasms steadily built until they spilled over the edge. Your sticky bodies pressed together as you kissed his shoulder, riding him through his orgasm.

His harsh breathing slowly settled, holding you close to him.

“Thank you,” he mumbled. Pressing his own kisses to your sticky skin. His big hands rubbed your back. “Anytime you feel that way, tell me, okay? I'll do everything I can to remind you; you're human, and I love you.”

"I love you too, so much."

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[brennenscolby]

Watch me. // König

Summary: You like seeing him fight and könig knows this. He also knows you’d love to get awarded for watching.

Wc: 1k

A/n: consider it a continuation from the last >:)

Content: cunnilingus (oral sex), Sub! Reader, Dom! Konig, Pussydrunk! Konig, dirty talk, praise, breast play.

Pairings: Konig x female! Reader

Minors DO NOT interact

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“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you, schatz.” His strong hands wedged into the juncture behind your sore knees, pushing your smooth legs apart to reveal your gushing pussy. His shadow stretched above the mattress as he towered over your body, looking down at you expectantly. Military gear framed his muscular physique after having arrived only hours ago from a long mission.

“I-I didn’t know what to do.” You tried, swallowing saliva as you attempted to dry your parched throat, which resulted from previous endeavors that consisted of watching König punching the shit out of a man who wouldn’t stop ogling you in his presence at the bar.

“You could’ve told me. That’s what I’m here for, am I not?” you whimpered when he kneeled in front of your sleek, dripping cunt, blue eyes skimming over the drops of arousal that smeared across your inner thighs and leaked down to your ass.

“Y-yes”, you sighed cutely, the little bud between your legs twitching underneath his unreadable stare. You whimpered when his giant hands smoothed over your puffy nipples, quickly groping a swollen, plush breast in a vice-like grip as he played with it tauntingly.

“B-but i-“

“You did it on purpose, didn’t you mausi? That’s the only explanation to how wet your cute little hole is.”

You whined at his lewd answer, clenching around nothing but the air he teasingly blew at it.

“I wanted you to protect me.” You begged prettily,

“But you also wanted me to touch this pretty pussy. Seeing me fight turns you on, hm?” He teased, eyes twinkling with delight. Small specks of lust swirled with the blue hue.

Your body stilled and you stayed frozen in place for a few seconds, drumming up an answer that your face silently resolved for you the second you averted your eyes with hot, flushed cheeks. A hearty laugh fell from his lips when he watched your reaction, the palm of his large hand gently cupping your face. You leaned into it lovingly, looking up with sparkling eyes,

“Du kleines Luder. I’ll reward you for watching, liebling.”

Your abdomen quivered with little to no resistance the second his greedy, heated mouth fell flat against your soaked folds. He moaned lewdly, the sound of his noisy slurps echoing across the room and furthering the speed of your beating heart.

“Ah~ ah!”, You moaned beautifully for him, the curve of your back arching upward as one of your nimble hands mindlessly fell on his messy blonde hair, the other gripping the sheets for dear life. König gave a harsh suck upon noticing what he can do, and unbeknownst to you, a cocky smirk painted his wet, plush lips.

“gottverdammt. You’re so fuckin’ cute, Schatz. Ich liebe es, dich zu schmecken.”

You whimpered, shaking thighs clamping around his head as the pink muscle of his tongue continued assaulting the pudgy outer walls of your spasming cunt.

“‘m gonna take care you, engel. Is that what you want? You want me to eat this pretty pussy and fight for it?” His hands dug into the chub of your thighs, dipping your knees back to rest on either side of your heaving breasts. “Du magst meine Zunge, nicht wahr?”, he chuckled lowly with a thick Austrian accent.

You nodded eagerly, ragged breaths falling from your kiss-bitten lips as your mouth gaped open, drooling spilling over the side of your cute, angled chin. The vibrations of his low voice coursed through the jerking muscles of your bulging cunt, and through the warm, tight walls that desperately wanted to release tension.

“Look at me, Süße”, he demanded darkly, and your eyes snapped open. The second his azure eyes fell on yours, you squirmed, the intensity in his gaze matching the half-lidded closure within them.

“You give me a reason to fight every single time I get deployed, Schatz. Especially when I get to taste and make this pussy cum.” He continued staring at you, latching his wet mouth back on your abused clit with determination before gently rubbing your thigh with a creeping hand. It stayed this way for a while, and you rambled incoherently before you felt a thick finger rub your drizzled slit tantalizingly and slowly thrusting your tense walls apart.

“K-konig! ~♡.” you cried desperately, big fat glops of tears rolling down your sweaty cheeks as stray hairs matted against your angelic, perspirated face. Ripples of squelching noises perverted the room, provoking the stiffening bulge in Konig’s trousers. He groaned deliciously, adding an additional appendage to the one grounding into your squelching cunt. “Cum for me, baby.” He whispered, sternly keeping his eyes trained on your pleasured face.

“F-feels so good”, you whined hotly, miserably grinding your pelvis against his face without a lick of shame as the snap in your abdomen broke, bringing forth the most relieving convulsions to ever rake your body. Your head lulled to the side weakly as you rode the release out, hums of praise and sweet nothings spewing from your husband’s lips as he stared at you fondly with his hot mouth suctioned to your clit. You closed your eyes momentarily, finding bliss in the relaxation that overcame your tense muscles. Yet, they quickly snapped open upon hearing the sounds of metallic buckles drop to the floor.

You glanced at the strong, veiny hand gripping your hickie marinated hip, before looking down at the thick, throbbing cock that neared your inner thighs. Globs of white, creamy cum spilled over the sides of the red swollen tip, and you squealed adorably upon feeling the heavy cock smack against your sensitive little cunt. Your wet lashes clumped together as you blinked innocently at your husband.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you liebling?”

Word definitions:

du kleines Luder - you little minx

Ich liebe es, dich zu schmecken - i love tasting you

Du magst meine Zunge, nicht wahr? - you like my tongue, don’t you?

Schatz- treasure

Mausi- mouse

Liebling- darling

Engel- angel

gottverdammt - goddamnit

Süße- sweet

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[anantaru]

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — you had once sworn to always love the 11th harbinger childe, no matter what circumstances you'd face together, to love and cherish him for all eternity, even the hidden side he couldn‘t hide any longer from you.

— ꒰ word count ꒱ — 2.4k

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ex]plicit, fem! reader, foul legacy! childe, vampire! teeth, tw blood, blood sucking, monster[fu]cking, tw huge size difference, very messy, loads of filth, slight feral childe, cw two cocks, anal, double penetration

a beclouded, overcasting darkness torrents and deluges over your cold, moonless room. it's silent, as if trapped in a frozen lake and you exhale heavily through your nose and feel how your breathing stood motionless, cornered in a room.

"it's terrifying, isn't it?" you hear a whisper, "to see me like that, knowing love won't be enough to look past my situation." and a searing, razor edged bolt plunges over your body, which was only covered in a flimsy shirt, your thighs— quivering, without exaggeration petrified yet not out of fear as one might think.

turns out, what made it so terrifying were his next, chosen words;

"yet i love you."

and they felt as if crafted by the universe itself, meticulously chiseled in an edge of relief when childe, the eleventh harbinger, took a step towards you, until looming over the bed, whispering.

"and you love me, don't you?"

by the nature of what he kept expressing to you, the words he spelled out certainly held graven significance, you remember when childe admitted that he fell in love with you the very first time, remember when he said it out loud, kind, innocent, without any twisted torment.

but ajax wasn‘t himself now, or was he? is this who he really was all along? did you fall in love with .. him?

he was someone else, point blank, something. your find yourself being snapped back into reality when a warm tear crosses your cheeks, framing your face and you ask yourself, why am i crying?

even then, you secretly know the answer, you cannot keep yourself off him, you are desperately in love, you crave him, long for his silhouette and kisses, worship the eleventh harbinger entirely and if need be, undoubtedly you'd look past his true self.

granted, the situation was new, fresh and afloat, ajax never revealed you his true, foul legacy form or rather, what it did to him in the long run, a slow, agonizing death, melting away his lifespan— or how it made him perceive himself and what he became of it— bloodthirsty, uncontrollably raging with hunger, in dire pain.

childe lets himself fuse into the bedsheets at last, crawling into your bed, it's the middle of the night, a spine-chilling hour where he confessed the truth of his nature. notwithstanding the fact that he wanted to see how far he could go now, or if he should leave you out of his life completely.

when he hovered over your body, new courage materialized from the tip of his tongue, "do you want me to leave?" he takes off the giant mask, his skin right underneath growing dimmer, resembling a violet pigmentation, revealing his electro infused eyes, pointy ears, his sharp nails, delicately raising your vibrations with soft touches on your thighs.

you might regret this later on but you do not seem scared of him, somehow turning him speechless by your reaction, "no, please stay."

"you mean it?" he sighs, if that was true, then him being a monster was possibly the lesser of the two dangers. "i do." it's quite important to note that childe could barely fit in your bed, nor could he barely fit in between your legs for that matter, and you notice how energy imbued he actually was, his body twitching as if nervous, violet particles pervading off his skin, making you tremble.

"shh," childe looms his thumb over your bottom lip, "how cute." shaking his head and gazing deeply into your eyes, your face burns and without missing a beat, he slides his other hand under your knee, easing to your thigh and spreading you apart, so he could somewhat fit between your legs more sufficiently.

you were about to open your mouth to say something, but then felt childe's large thumb slip into your mouth, rendering over your warm, wet tongue. he presses down on the wet muscle and groans sharply into his chest when you moan, sealing your lips over the digit when he began to push it in and out of you.

your eyes close, and a smaller bump nestles itself between your legs, you feel it, knowing what it was. childe was hard, words cannot hold up to the warmth flushing your entire body when you flutter your lashes down south, a big tent nudging into your core.

a shiver goes up your spine when he pulls his wet finger out of your mouth, the string of saliva attached and breaking in two, hitting your chin. "let me get rid of this." he points out, accentuating the pain in his pants before he pulls them down, not entirely but so they'd rest right under his now, bare erection, his bulky thighs quilling over the leather material of his pants.

your mouth parts at the obscene sight, a bead of sweat trailing its way between your shoulder blades; not only one, but two fully erected cocks in display for your eyes and childe slowly traces the outline with the pad of a finger, hissing out, you can practically hear him grinning over you, almost discern the lewd dreams that probably played across his mind right this second while he mounted over you, casting a shadow down your figure with such ease.

"we'll start slow." his voice rumbles, "as usual." a smirk swaying from left to right, you feel your limbs sink into the mattress, your head hazy, but when he starts to pleasure himself in front of you, you bite your lip as you watch him, indulge in it, sneaky hand traveling down to take some tension off your stimulated pussy that was dizzily fluttering around nothing.

you whine out when you insert your middle finger into your hole and childe wipes away the bundled up saliva off your lips, taking a hold on your chin and lowering his body, "turn around for me." he whispers, looking down to watch you finger yourself ready for him— as if that would actually make the stretch somewhat easier to go by.

but you do as he commands, long since forgotten about the doubts buried in your mind, flipping yourself over and perking your butt up, so he could have the best view on your holes. he never used your different hole before, but childe wasn't unpracticed in taking the necessary steps in order for it to feel good. to try and test the limits of your body, he tapped your hole with his knuckle, pushing it past the tightness as it went in freely enough, and as he felt you loosen around it, he pushed it in and out, only distantly.

after all, he couldn't finger you properly, his nails were sharp and he'd rather dig them into your hips while he fucks roughly into you.

so before anything, he draws back and childe reached over to your nightstand and grabbed into the small drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube, whatever the case, he knew he was big, far greater than in his usual, human form and didn't want to hurt you while looking like this.

nonetheless, he could barely wait, he can feel his nervous breathing puffing against his sweaty chest while he opened the bottle, gushing a generous amount of the translucent liquid on his palm.

you bite your lip back and hide your face in the pillow when you hear it as you wiggle your toes, pretty much the only part of you that's movable when he forces you to lay still, all his weight on the bed, placed on your hips with nowhere else to go, fuck, you're so wet already it made your blood boil in your veins, you underestimated this thing. it's not even inside of you yet but you want to feel it already. 

ajax spreads the moisture on his upper cock, wrapping his tip and girth with it, "there we go." as he plants one of his large palms against your lower back while the other guided his red, swollen erection towards your holes. his touch, addictive, and faithlessly wet, you felt as if your body was submerged underwater and shoved into itself, but when childe moves his erections against your holes, you whine as to signalize your desperation for him.

slow, gradual enough and bolstered with a deep tempo, your wet, aching pussy stretches around childe's cock, while his other member pokes at your other hole, for one, only leaving the tip in and out, watching your reactions closely. but with more lube, it ultimately had began to work, graciously shaping and forming itself into every fold and crevice of his girth.

before moving, he keeps himself settled, his cocks buzzing against your frayed nerves.

but your walls clung on him ever tight, like a set of skin-forming clothing, hand tailored and fitting like a vice. enveloped by your skin, childe could notice your pulse down there and you cry out his name when he thrusts into you at the same time, wrapping his giant hands around your entire hip area to lift you off the mattress, so he could use you as a cock sleeve, his own, sweet and pretty and wet fucking cock sleeve.

his cocks hit in and out of your holes at the same time, they're warm and splitting you apart, as if having a heart beat on their own which continuously shuddered and rippled around your entire figure, your skin burning from inside out, holes leaking with both childe's pre cum and your gooey slick. but the man sighs, a nagging pain finally lifted off his shoulders as he leans against your back with his entire weight, caging you in between the mattress and his strong, broad chest.

you expand your lungs, drawing in quick, hefty breaths as you moan into the smudged pillow under you, thoroughly messed up with tears of euphoria and your saliva which couldn't stop dribbling down your chin. cross eyed, while fucking yourself back into him, his rhythm was never more than slow and deep, it's perfect and whenever both cocks contracted into you entirely, you felt them press overtly against the gateways of your pleasure spots.

your hold on him was tight, both holes used and prickling with a fire like sensation, sensual drags of his cocks piercing you into oblivion, inflicting bliss on you which you never experienced to that extent. he's ruthless, head thrown back and smacking his hips into you, pheromones and filth invading the humane air of the warm room. it's so filthy, you are, or that's what crossed your mind, but fuck it feels good, more than a little, it's like crossing out every small detail on your to do list, tackling all the small places and filling them to the brim.

swiftly, you move your hand to reach back behind him, locking your digits into his soft locks when childe began to nibble and suck on your neck. at the sensation of his rough, skilled laps of his tongue, you hiss when his sharp, pointy teeth dig into the delicate skin, hard enough to draw out the blood he so desperately craved to taste. in a sense, it's as if it broadened his lifespan, vitalized his endurance and replenished his stamina, "aah—" you cry out into the pillow, almost ashamed by how good it feels, mustering enough strength to grab a fistful of his hair to drag him into you, closer, more sufficient, his hips still working wonders on both entrances.

you're soiling him entirely and you can feel how your gummy slick and his warm, thick cum ooze down your thighs as childe moans into your neck, repeatedly, sucking the warm blood out of you, snapping his cocks in and out and acting feral, your spine arched up, ass perked and lifted so he could pound perfectly and fuck into you.

voiceless cries with a dry throat, inarticulate whispers of his name, your mouth opens and closes soundlessly. you're gone, too gone, hypnotized by the pleasure he was bestowing on you.

this next thrust was especially lucky in your eyes, and you cough up a broken moan when he hits your spots just right. you're rolling your hips back against the intrusion, desperate, full of need, face fallen and a mess. it was hot and wet, you could sense the boiling coil in your stomach, how it wouldn't be long until you'd release around him, and so did childe, feel himself become undone soon.

"just a bit more.." he's breathless, the smacking sounds of your ass against his hips fueling his desire to make you cum together, to have you drenched and filled up with his seed, both holes stuffed full and ready to go for another round, that's a new dream he had been playing in his head on auto repeat right now.

"fuck—" you scream, "fuck, baby! so close—!" and suddenly taste the intrusion in your belly, it's so warm and heavy, spilling, prodding, consuming, mind numbing you, knowing full on well nothing more could ever satisfy you as good as he did. the thick spurts of cum gush into your stomach so heavily it almost hurts, there was so much of it you feared to explode.

yet you come undone the same time as he did, violently arching your back as he wraps his arms around your sticky chest, the brush over your stiff nipples making you whine and tremble. he lifts you off the bed to harshly fuck the last bit into you, he wants you to have it all, until his balls were properly emptied out and dried up, but your holes adequately jammed and crowded.

your used, vibration numbed nerves and muscles come back to life and you collapse back on the bed, you taste salt and sweat on your lips before turning around to face your lover sitting back, barely out of breath, unlike you.

ajax pleasingly hums to himself, "you're mine." pulling himself against you, "you're mine forever." before sealing your bodies as you blink up to him with large, glowing eyes. you try not to notice his smile too much, yet all his reactions weren't a surprise.

in the end, he had won you over, he thinks to himself, kneading the soreness off your body, splashing his large thigh between your wobbly legs, deciding to rub it against your core to catch a reactions, making you realize that he wasn't done yet. 

beyond further questioning, it was the middle of the night.

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THAT KENSHI FIC GOES CRAZYYYYY i can see him making reader do the same thing but this time making them wear his blindfold and using sento to watch them squirm as he gets off to it RAHHH

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, bondage, blindfolds, very slight angst (?), improper use of sento (?), overstimulation, dacryphilia, vibrator *not proofread, just pure horny

[the fact that my konig hc thing is doing better than a fic i worked on till 2 am is actually gonna make me start tweaking] but im glad you enjoyed the fic <33 @smmy-winchster

here's the link for the original fic :D

Pretty man got his pretty eyes gouged out

He may not be able to see you the same way he did before the incident

But that doesn’t mean he wants to change how things are

He may not be able to see the way your skin flushes

But he can still feel how your body shakes, twitches and grows warmer by the second

He watches in teal hues as you writhed and quivered in the seat you were in

Watching how your face contorted in pleasure

Lingering on how your hips jolt and twitch against the vibrator strapped to you

There’s something so flustering about the fact that Kenshi is blindfolded yet he can see exactly what is happening in front of him

You can’t see what he sees, but Kenshi is more than happy to describe it

Specific and detailed descriptions of what he can see

How you’re shaking, crying, staring at him, moreso at the bulge in his pants, how your thighs are trying so hard to close but that only makes the vibrations stronger against your core

It’s only when you start whining for him, calling his name in a lewd slur of pleasure

Kenshi’s hand slowly palms over his hard-on

He strokes himself over his pants, his chest heaving with every deep breath

Orders you to keep your eyes on him, his hands working quickly to free his erection from his sticky and too tight boxers

Leans forward enough to rub his fingers over your slicked core, gathering the remnants of your cum on his fingers

He made sure to lean back in his seat, pushing his hips out as he used your own cum to jerk himself off

The action of gathering your arousal on his hand and using it a lube made you shiver, as the vibrations from the toy got faster

Your can’t seem to pry your eyes away from his hands, listening to the slick sounds of Kenshi stroking himself in front of you

Observing how Kenshi’s hand squeezes around his shaft, his thighs twitching as he works an orgasm out of himself

Watching his back arch as he stains his hand and his pants with a sticky white seed

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the annihilation

lilac, chapter eighteen

a/n: this chapter is very short, but on the bright side i am posting the next chapter next saturday.

summary: “I swear to god I’ll fucking do it! If I can’t have her, no one can.”

warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, angst, lumberjack AU, past domestic violence, crazy ex trope, kidnapping, crying, violence, murder, blood and gore

word count: 516

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There were blood splatters across Frank’s skin and even though the clothes he wore were as dark as the night sky on the other side of the tall windows, you could still tell that they were soaked. However, if it was his own or someone else’s, that you could not decipher as Preston’s knife threatened to pierce your jugular vein. 

“Drop the knife!”  

Pressing the sharp blade just deep enough to draw a drop of your blood, Preston warned, “don’t get any closer!”

“Hey, hey, hey, hey!” Frank rumbled, “easy, easy!”

“You want me to put it down?” Preston’s laboured breaths fanned across your tear-stained cheek, “you first.”

Seeing Frank’s left eye twitch lightly, he grunted, “just let her go.” 

“I swear to god I’ll fucking do it!” Preston roared, causing you to let out a shuttering shriek in his hold, “if I can’t have her, no one can.”

The muscles in Frank’s jaw jumped and danced a moment before he finally said, “okay, alright,” keeping his voice clear and steady as he complied, lowering his pistol to the floor, “here,” and then held his hands up in the air, at the height of his head.  

What transpired next happened in a blur.

As soon as the knife slowly began to lower from your throat, in a split second, Frank had whipped out another gun, hidden and tugged away at the small of his back, and shot point blank.

Preston’s body flopped back onto the bed, staining the already crimson sheets with his gore. 

You couldn’t move. You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t even breathe. You just stood there, violently shaking, as your unfocused stare hazily noticed Frank tug his weapon away before stepping closer. 

When he got near enough, you didn’t so much embrace him, but actually fell into his arms. A brutal tidal wave of emotions tumbled over you as you let out a grave sob, your arms still uncontrollably trembled down along your sides as his strong ones enclosed around you like a warm woollen blanket. 

As your aching tears stained his shirt, brazenly mixing and mingling with whatever else tainted the dark fabric, you didn’t care one bit if it marked you as well. Eventually, as he cradled your quivering frame close, your right hand found your other in a desperate attempt at ridding yourself of the shiny band that burdened your ring finger.

But as your shaky efforts jaggedly went on without success, words frenziedly crawled their way out of your throat, “g–, g-get–… get it off me… get it off me, get it off me, get it off me!” and he swiftly moved to triumphantly slip it off and toss it to the floor, his own digits not in shock like yours were. 

You sucked in a large gulp of oxygen as soon as he pulled it off. Like you’d been drowning and this was your first breath of fresh air. 

As you let yourself crash back into his arms, the paralysing emotions pummelling you to shreds, Frank’s soft whisper found your ear, “I’ve got you, I’ve got you…”

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this sounds a lil weird prolly, but could you do a reader x jake fic where has a wet dream abt reader and she heard him groan and through something was wrong, only to find him semi-asleep with his hand on his dick, and he thinks she’s a part of his dream so he kissed her and they end up fcking, after that they fall asleep together and when they wake up he’s got Like a shocked kitten expression like ‘ Damn, that wasn't just a dream!’

Bae it's not weird!! It's mouth and 🐱 watering 🤭🤭

Also, this wasn't proofread sooooo if you see any mistakes, no you didn't.

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Jake has been tossing and turning for most of the night. You don't know why, can't understand what's happening. All you know is that he doesn't let you sleep.

You sigh, turning to him. You try to sleep, closing your eyes, beginning to drift into dreams when you hear him groan.

The sound is full of pain, frustration, and it shakes you awake. You study him, worried that maybe something is wrong. Instead, you watch Jake as he lies on his back, one of his hands moving to his cock as it tents under his loincloth.

He murmurs something unintelligible, his cock twitching, and you can feel something primal in you make you clench your thighs together.

“Jake,” you say softly, propping yourself up on an elbow. “Jake.”

You place a hand on his face, cupping his cheek, and his eyes flutter open. Barely.

“Mm,” he groans. “C'mere, baby.”

He grabs you and pulls you on top of him so you're straddling his hips. You gasp softly. “Jake—”

“I've been thinkin' 'bout you all day,” he says, sleepy eyes meeting yours before he kisses your jaw, your neck. “Wanna be inside you so bad, girl.”

You can feel your cheeks grow hot, your pussy throbbing as his hard cock presses against your folds through your loincloth and his.

“'s that why you can't sleep?” you question, his hands falling to your hips and grinding you against him.

“Mhmm,” he replies, groggy. “Need you so much.” He removes your loincloth and pushes his aside, revealing his hard, quivering cock.

He leads your hips onto his, allowing him to sink into you. Your pussy stretches around his girth, velvet walls warm and throbbing as he slides all the way to your cervix.

You mewl softly, putting your hands on his chest for support. Your nails dig into the muscles under his skin, thighs trembling on either side of his as you shudder.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Oh, I've needed this pussy so bad, baby.”

You gasp as he bucks his hips up, the thick head of his cock bruising your cervix. You slowly rock yourself up and down on him, your cunt tight around him.

“Jake,” you say softly, eyes fluttering shut. His fingers dig into your hips. He licks his lips, his eyes dark with lust and lidded.

“What d'you need, girl?” he asks, one of his hands crawling to your back and pushing you down so that he can bury his face in your breasts.

“Fuck me,” you beg quietly. “Want y'to fuck me, please.”

Jake chuckles, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples before biting it gently. “I'll fuck you, love. Just relax f'r me, yeah?”

“Okay,” you breathe. You relax your body, your cunt softening around his cock, allowing him to slide in and out of you with ease.

He lifts your hips slightly before he starts rutting into you, pulling you down to him to meet each thrust. You gasp, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Atta girl,” Jake says, kissing your breasts, your slick dripping out of you and coating his cock, his balls, his hips. It's everywhere. You're soaked, your pussy squelching in the silent atmosphere.

“Look at you,” he chuckles, glancing between your bodies to see how he fucks you. “Taking me so well. Made just for me, hm?”

“Yes!” you gasp. “Oh, 'm yours! Y'know I am, Jake!”

He smiles, kissing your neck, dragging his teeth over your jaw. “You know what I like you t'call me, baby.”

“Daddy,” you whimper, the pleasure snaking in your lower stomach, crawling across your skin. “Daddy, please!”

“Much better,” Jake says, his hands moving to your ass, kneading the delicate flesh. He guides you up and down, the sound of your skin slapping on his sending shivers up your spine.

You press your chest to his, tucking your head in the space between his shoulder and his neck. “Daddy,” you whine. “'s so good. Please, I-I wanna come.”

“I know, sweet,” he replies. “And you're gonna come. I promise.”

You dig your teeth into the skin of his shoulder, making him grunt. “Daddy,” you say against him. “Daddy!”

“I'm gonna fill you up,” he promises. “Gonna put my cum so deep inside you that you'll get to have my baby.”

“Please!” you mewl, your cunt tight around him. Your ears are ringing, your body trembling on top of him. “Please, gimme a baby, Daddy! Please!”

One of Jake's enormous hands moves from your ass to the back of your neck. He pushes your face to his, trapping your mouth in a messy kiss. You moan against him, hips stuttering as you feel the pleasure in you grow and spread, dangerously close to the edge.

He bites your lower lip, his sharp canines digging into the soft skin, sending shivers through you.

“Please,” you say against his mouth. “Please, 'm so close, Daddy. Please!”

“Come for daddy, angel,” he encourages, kissing your jaw, your neck, licking over your racing pulse. “Come all over me, yeah? You think you can do that, hon'? Hm?”

“Mhmm!” you reply, nodding, feeling your orgasm building up low in you. “Fuck, fuck! Daddy!” You come on his cock, shuddering and mewling, the pleasure gripping at your every nerve and making you see stars. Your mind goes blank for a second, no thoughts, no sensations beyond the ecstasy of your release.

And then you feel Jake come inside you, his load spilling deep in your pussy. You gasp, nails digging into his skin as he bites your shoulder. He grunts against your skin, feeling his seed spill out of your stuffed cunt and drip down his cock, to his balls.

“There you go,” Jake says, kissing your forehead. “Did so well f'r me, love. You always do.”

“Mm,” you say, sleep taking over you, your eyes fluttering shut.

You fall asleep on top of Jake, his cock still inside you. He drifts into dreams not long after you.

The next morning, Jake wakes up, his mind reeling from the wet dream. He hasn't had such an intense dream in...well, ever. But when he opens his eyes and finds you on top of him, your neck littered in hickeys, your lips swollen from kisses, and his cock still inside you, he realizes it wasn't only a dream.

He chuckles softly. It was a dream come true.

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Husk x shy/insecure reader? Him helping reader be more confident and to stand up for themself!

Maybe even a lil scene where he calls them out for always agreeing to everything without second thought, calling them naive (and maybe stupid. He is a bit rough). They could react by either crying and confessing they hate conflict and thats why they do that, or they could whisper the confession (no tears, up to you).

Husk x shy/insecure reader : Above Whispers

A/N I wasn't sure if this was supposed to romantic or platonic so I went with platonic, sorry.

I NEED to remake this banner istg

Cw: SFW, gn!reader, Husker is tough loving in his callout (idk how to tag it properly)

- You'd been a resident of the hotel for several months, during this time catching the eye of the resident bartender.

- You quietly did as you were told, never raising your voice even when it was obvious you didn't want to do something or didn't agree with something someone was saying.

- Anything to avoid conflict.

- These things not only irritated the bartender about you but also concerned him.

- He'd pushed several times intentionally testing the waters with you, and you hadn't done a single thing against it, just going along with his will.

- A sinner like you would be taken advantage of sooner rather than later in hell, possibly even by certain other residents.

- On multiple occasions, he had forced more malevolent forces Alastor to stay away from you, but it was clear he'd be working himself until the end of time to keep you from falling into someone's clutches if you didn't actually change yourself.

- Despite Husk's more apathetic side telling him to stay out of it, he confronted you upon it after a long day of group activities, cornering you to speak with you.

- You looked up at Husk in slight discomfort as he stood in front of you in the shittily carpet lined hallway looking very serious. Despite being a rather cute looking demon, all things considered, he was still intimidating.

- "That whole time you were letting that overly obnoxious bleeding heart push you around like a lost puppy." Husk said bluntly.

- You jolted like you'd been zapped at his words, going to try and protest that you just didn't mind, really, but you were cut off short.

- "You aren't foolin' me with the 'oh it's fine' bullshit. Drop it and be honest." Husk took a step forward towards you, watching you starting to shake slightly, eyes going misty.

- You shuffled uncomfortably, looking away with clear discomfort, chest aching at being called out. You just wanted to disappear.

- "..You're right." Your lip quivered as you fought and failed to keep your voice from quivering like the rest of you. "I hate causing issues. It doesn't matter if I'm uncomfortable as long as there's no negative attention on me, I-"

- Husk's hand came to rest on your shoulder, cutting you off from rambling. You looked up to his yellow eyes, clearly a vision of irritation bordered by his bushy eyebrows. "You're naive and fucking stupid." He announced, startling you.

- You sighed heavily, a tear slowly sliding down your cheek. You slowly nodded in agreement after a couple of seconds of heavy silence, prompting the demon's ear to twitch.

- "Dont agree! Fight against me! You need to get over this complete avoidance of confrontation!" Husk pat his hand on your shoulder. "This shit in hell is just going to get you either shackled to someone for all eternity like I am or fucking killed!"

- You were surprised to watch him go from annoyance to seemingly being extremely concerned for your safety so quickly. Husk was concerned about showing as much as well, forcing his face to be a mask of indifference and taking his hand off of you.

- He looked back at you coolly as he turned away to leave. "Do what you want, but don't come crying to me when you end up owned. God knows I have enough suckers whining to me in this dump." He grumbled, walking away with heavy steps.

- You stood in place, thinking about his words and the actions from him that you now registered as him trying to help you out of the situations you had gotten yourself into.

- He was right, and you knew it. It wouldn't be easy to get yourself out of being a yes-man, but.. something inside you had the feeling the overly pessimistic bartender would help you through it.

- Husk on the other hand, was facepalming about it. He just knew he'd be cursing himself for caring about another one.

#hazbin hotel husk headcanons #husk x reader #hazbin hotel husk #husk fanfiction

[hitomisuzuya]

THIS HAS BEEN IN MY HEAD AS A THOUGHT ON LOOP FOR WEEKS

Scara being a horror attraction worker, you and your friends are walking around the attraction and you can’t help but feel like the pretty masked indigo haired boy is fallowing you and scaring you and your friends on purpose, getting a little to close as he comes up behind you and drags his fake knife down your neck. Or maybe when he whispers how good your doing at not screaming when he witnesses you jump a bit from a sudden scare

When you end up dragged away or lured by him don’t be surprised if he takes you right there and then <33

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Semi public sex. Fingersucking. Degradation. Reader is written as afraid of dolls because I am. Chucky the doll scares the shit out of me.

I love requests like this. 😳 Roma is all better now 😌

Scaramouche loves his job. He got to scare the snot out of people on a nightly basis. And he was good at it. If a scream count existed, Scaramouche had the highest count.

You had his attention almost immediately. You had a target on your back when several other people he worked with tried to scare you and your friend, but all they got was a slight quiver.

You were the type that had to incredibly caught off guard to get scared. He was all but licking his lips at the challenge. And he couldn't even begin to explain how aroused it made him feel.

Scaramouche hadn't been able to have this much fun in awhile because people were just so predictable. You sure were interesting though. He needed to know what made you tick.

He started with the usual, jumping at you from behind things. However, he seemed to get a little closer to each time. He wasn't relentless. At least not at first.

Scaramouche got little jumps or quivers here and there from you. That only made him more determined.

Never once did you scream.

He got an interesting sight at the part where you would have to go through a room with motion sensor dolls. Your eyes got really wide, shaking your head at your friend. "No, I can't. I'll meet you outside the door of the next room." You backed up a little, your face pale.

Scaramouche's eyes were glued to you. You even started to shake a little. He narrowed his eyes as he watched you. This just wouldn't do.

He couldn't have something else scare you. He has to be the one to do it. However, that didn't mean he couldn't use the situation to get your attention somehow.

Stepping out from around the corner, Scaramouche drug the blade of his fake along the wall as he walked by, locking eyes with you as he passed. His boss was going kill him for this one.

You thought his eyes cut right into your soul.

He walked into the room and promptly skewered one of the dolls with his knife. "Your in the way," He said, letting it drop to the ground. He pointed the blade of the fake knife at you. He was coming for you.

Little did you know in more ways in one.

And Scaramouche more than had your attention now.

He ramped up his efforts more than ever. Getting closer still. Until he got the closest of all. You didn't even see him coming. And truthfully, you started looking for him to come and scare you. You were starting to anticipate his scares, and when they didn't come like you expected, it threw you off.

That was just what he wanted. Because only then could he get this close to you. Like a hunter closing in on his prey. And you were the innocent little lamb.

You gasped startled. But you didn't scream. And that made him want you more. You shivered when he pressed the blade of fake knife against your throat. "What a good girl you are. You didn't even scream," God, he wanted to grind his twitching cock against your backside. Up this close to you he could smell how good you smelt.

It sent him reeling.

Scaramouche had to have you.

All of you.

Scaramouche set up a perfect lure for you. One that would send you right in his direction. He took the time to go back into the office and grab a big poster board. On it he wrote: One of you must go one way and the other another. Only one of you may come out on the other side to meet in the same place. Abandon hope all yee who take these separate paths.

Drawing a few ghosts and bats on the sign to make it seem like it had been part of the attraction the whole time, he hung it up outside near the wooded part of the attraction.

When you saw the sign, you looked at your friend. "I guess I'll see you soon," You kissed your friend on the cheek and headed down the path Scaramouche hoped you would.

If you hadn't, he still would've found a way to work it in his favor. You stopped, looking around when you saw no indication of which way you should go. Then you heard a familiar voice.

"Psht, come this way," Scaramouche said, curling his index finger at you in a come hither motion. A shiver went up his spine when you without hesitation walked towards him.

"It's you. Have you been following me? And what with that doll earlier?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Shrugging, Scaramouche suddenly looped his arm around your waist, bringing your body flush with his. "I had to get your attention. So I took away the threat. I couldn't think of a better way to do it."

He wanted you. And you, you wanted him to.

His breath fanned across your lips, hovering there for consent. However, his hands were already wandering along your body to test the waters.

Nodding, you tilted your head up and kissed him. He parted your lips with his tongue, finally getting taste you. It curled and glided with yours, guiding you backwards up against a tree.

Scaramouche's kiss stole the breath right from your lungs, his mouth swallowing your moan as he lifted you to pin you against the tree. You were melting into the kiss. Melting into him.

Pushing your skirt up, he groaned feeling how wet you were as his thumb found your clit, pressing a damp spot into the lacy fabric. You mewled into his mouth.

This boy, with his hypnotic eyes and dominating tongue were swallowing you whole. He chuckled at your reaction, biting at your lips as he pulled away. "Already so wet. What a little slut you are," He purred, shivering when you moaned loudly hearing his degradation.

Grinding needily against you, he batted your hands away impatiently when you tried unbuttoning his jeans. Bracing an arm around you, he peeled your panties off, wasting no tip pressing the head of his leaking cock against your clit.

You gasped in pleasure, grinding against it seeking the friction on your throbbing clit. He groaned from how hard his cock throbbed, stopping all motion for a moment just to tease you.

You wrapped your arms around him, tangling your fingers in his hair. His lips hungrily captured yours again, swallowing your gasp as he pushed his cock inside of you.

It felt just as felt as heavenly as he imagined, his cock stretching your walls apart as he bottomed out inside of you. "I'll help myself to making you scream now," He hissed, pulling out to the tip before abruptly thrusting into your cunt all at once.

Every thrust kissed deep into your sweet spot. If your legs weren't wrapped around him, your knees would've buckled. Putting his lips close to your ear, soaking in your cries of pleasure as they got louder, he said, "You are all mine now."

Your fingernails clawed into the back of his neck, making him shudder in bliss feeling the sting. "So loud," He grunted, his hips snapping into yours, "what a whore." He couldn't get enough of it.

Drinking in the haze of fucked out bliss clouding your eyes, he pressed you harder against the tree so he fuck his cock deeper inside of you. "Open your mouth, slut," He growled, pushing the tips of his fingers against your lips.

Scaramouche had beautiful fingers. You opened your mouth eagerly, your tongue curling around them as you sucked. Your cheeks flushed, eyes melting into a look of utter adoration as he pushed his fingers into your throat.

Moaning, you choked on his fingers. "Good girl, such subservience," He pumped his fingers in and out of your mouth, transfixed on the way drool pooled around them.

"So tight..fuck, I'm cumming," His thrusts turned sloppy, his cock ribboning cum inside of you. The warm feeling of him filling you full made you squirt all over his cock. He held you against him, cradling you as you trembled from your orgasm.

Scaramouche relentlessly fucked his cum inside of you, a white ring forming his cock. You clung to him, rocking your hips into his. He didn't stop until he was satisfied.

You mewled when he pulled out of you. Setting you down, you had to lean against him because your body felt limp from the intensity of your lovemaking.

"Your name? What's your name?" You asked, resting your forehead against his.

He nuzzled his forehead against yours. "Scaramouche," He scooped you up bridal style, and you didn't notice until he did that your panties were in his pocket. "Can't have any leaking out," He chuckled when he heard your shy squeak.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #modern au #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #yandere scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche imagines

[ushiwhacka]

eren jaeger + fem! reader | 580 words | mdni | impact play, slight humiliation, orgasm denial, eren loves playing with your pussy <3

thinking about eren holding you spread open. his legs intertwined with yours, leaning against his chest as he rubs your pussy nice and slow. his other hand tight around your jaw, tilting your head down so you can see the mess you’re making — the growing wet spot on the bedsheets, long fingers shiny with your slick, your thighs quivering with every touch. 

skin damp with sweat, your spine tingles at the feeling of his hot breath on the shell of your ear. “‘ren, p-please-” words turn into a drawn-out whine as you feel his thumb circle around your aching clit. “can’t, i can’t,” you cry as your nails dig into the muscle of his forearm, “no m-more.”

“no more?” he sounds so sweet. but then the flat surface of his fingers connects with your puffy cunt, the sound of wet skin colliding against wet skin echoes in the room. and you can help the way your back arches for him. “but i’m not done playing with her yet.” eren whispers in your ear, digging the palm of his hand into your folds.

“you like getting your pretty pussy spanked?” his voice deepens something cruel as he speaks against your skin.  

you try to squirm out of his grasp, big fat tears collecting at your lash line, but it’s hopeless. “shut u-up.” you sob, trying to hide your face in the inside of his arm.

then he does it again, and you can feel yourself gush at the contact. the teeth biting into your bottom lip not enough to stop you from whimpering. 

“you’re such a fuckin’ crybaby.” he drags his hand across your slit, fingers sliding around your swollen bud. and your legs shake again. “my whiny little crybaby.”

“am not.” 

another slap. and a wail reaps through your throat.

“then why are you fucking crying’, huh?”

“i-it hurts.” you hiccup, and he loves how incredibly pathetic you sound. 

“what hurts?” his hand rests just out of reach of your bucking hips. “tell me.”

“my pussy.”

“your pussy?” you nod. “oh but i think she likes it. look how wet she is.” his hand is covered in your slick down to his wrist, little drops racing towards his elbow as he spreads his fingers in front of your face. “i think you should clean up your mess.”

he feels a sick sense of satisfaction as he humiliates you. your tongue darting out to clean his forearm, eyebrows knotting as you taste yourself. and, fuck, how his cock twitches when you gag on his fingers. 

you hate him.

but you’ve never felt so needy before. pussy twitching, begging to be filled, to be stretched, to be ruined by his perfect hands. and he can feel it. each little spank followed by the rough touch of his fingers, rubbing the sting away. he kisses the shell of your ear as he whispers little praises to you, low and deep. you’re so good for him.

he can feel how close you are, hips bucking up, grinding your cunt into his hand. the hand that’s now hovering above you, just out of reach. “i thought you couldn’t cum anymore?” you hate him.

“erennn,” you wish you could stop yourself from whining for him, “so mean.”

“what do you want, crybaby?” he turns your face towards him.

“please,” your eyes wide and shining with tears “p-please, please, please, i want to cum.”

“hmm,” playtime’s not over yet, “maybe i’ll let you cum on my cock.”

thank you for reading! interaction is very much appreciated! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

#eren jaeger x y/n #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger x you #eren jaeger smut #eren yaeger smut #aot smut #snk smut #eren yaeger x you #eren yaeger x y/n #eren x y/n

[redr0sewrites]

ROSE I AM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH RIGHT NOW- I HAVE BEEN HAVING IDEAS ABOUT WHAT A SUBBY LITTLE MODERN AARAVOS AU WOULD FO WHEN HE’S ALONE AND I NEED SOME TO WRITE IT PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU-

-your not so friendly (currently dying) neighborhood roach 🪳

teeheee....

🥀Cw: smut, phone sex, self edging, masturbation, praise, pwp, modern au, dom!reader

🥀minors dni

Aaravos had always had a high libido, and leaving him alone for extended periods of time often lead to him being far too needy. however, you couldn't help your busy schedule! as much as you adore your lover, you can't always be there to help him out and fuck him senseless. more often than not, when you were away, Aaravos had to turn to self pleasure to relieve himself. However, there was one small problem with that- it was near impossible for him to get off without you :(. he just needs you so much, and his hand just doesn't feel as good! this all led to the needy, desperate predicament he was in now.

"hngh-" Aaravos gasped, hips jerking upwards off of the mattress as he thrusted upwards into his fist. "fuuck hnggh-" He threw his head back into the pillows, abs clenching as he fucked himself into the tunnel of his fist. "ngh.. (name).." he groaned, whimpering as he climaxed, spraying his thighs and hand with cum.

Aaravos didn't pause for a second as his dick stayed painfully erect against his abdomen, and he began to stroke himself yet again. No matter how many times he made himself cum, Aaravos' lust didn't falter. Fantasizing about your hands, your lips, and your voice could only do so much. He kept his pace slow and sensual, sliding his hand up and down his cock, his thumb sliding over the slit where precum was already forming. Aaravos' thighs shook from overstimulation as he pumped himself, imagining his hands were yours.

"fu- fuck name, nghb i need y-you-" he gasped out, and suddenly an idea formed in his mind. what if there was a way for him to talk to you? Aaravos reached for his phone, hastily finding your contact with shaky hands. He immediately called you, quivering in anticipation as heat traveled up his face. He was still painfully hard, but he needed to hear you.

"hello baby, whats up?" you respond, cheerful as ever. Aaravos moans at the sound of your voice in his ear, thrusting into his fist as his back arched off of the bed. "i ne- need you soo much-" he gasped, little tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he bucked his hips fervently. you were barely surprised- after all, this wasn't the first time Aaravos got too needy without you. "awww, ya miss me that much?" you tease, relishing in the whiny moan from his end of the call that follows your taunts. "don't worry pretty, i'll help you," you coo at him and he whines.

🥀

"start off slow f' me, mmkay?" you drawl, listening intently to his labored breaths as he obeyed your commands. "now i want you to focus on the tip, can you do that for me?" Aaravos groans, nodding. "use your words," you whisper, and he gasps. "i-i can do that for you," Aaravos mumbles, stroking his tip and sliding up and down his length. Precum coated his tip as the knot in his abdomen began to tighten, and his thighs began to shake as a needy wail filled the room. his previous orgasms only added to his overstimulation, and he already felt a coil tightening in his stomach. "p-please, 'm so close baby, i needa cum.." Aaravos moaned, hips lifting off the bed to hump into his hand as pleasure overwhelms his senses. "hold it." you command, and Aaravos whimpers at the assertiveness in your voice.

Sobs and whines slip past Aaravos' lips as fat, glossy tears stream down his cheeks. His cock feels like it's burning with need, and hes so, so close, but he wants to be good for you. his brain fuzzes over as he continues grinding into the tunnel of his fist, the cum from his previous orgasm working as a lubricant to his ministrations. "please, i need it! please!" he sobs, pleading with you as his cock twitches against his palm. "i- i cant hold back!"

Aaravos' back arches off the bed as his eyes roll, and he hears your voice sound through the phone. Deciding to have mercy on his writhing, squirming form, you sigh. "Go on, pretty. you can cum." with your approval ringing in his ears he falls over the edge, screaming in pleasure as he comes undone. cum coats his thighs, soaking the sheets as hot white pleasure fills every nerve of his body.

you talk him through his orgasm, praising him for holding out for so long. "you did so well for me doll, your such a good boy~" you coo, smiling as he sobs in response. after a few more seconds, his whimpers and moans fade to heavy breathing and gasps. "are you okay?" Aaravos shudders, replying in his gravelly voice. "fuck, yes. i need to see you soon." you grin even wider at his words, elation filling you. "well, you won't have to wait much longer. open the door, 'm outside."

FIRST TIME WRITING IN A LITTLE BIT TBH IVE BEEN HAVING HORRENDOUS WRITING BLOCK😭 anyways this actually turned out better than anticipated soooooooo hehe

sorry if its ooc im trying my best💀

#the dragon prince #aaravos #aaravos x reader #tdp aaravos #aaravos smut #smut #tdp fic #tdp x reader #aaravos x you #dom!reader #sub aaravos #dom reader #sub character #top reader #aaravos tdp #aavaros

[miasmaghoul]

dudes i am so high.

have an unknown number of words of gross nasty raunchy-ass swissdew ft trans dew, knotting and mildly undernegotiated piss. dont worry hes into it

but i mean it its NASTY ♡

Swiss getting him face down, ass up, pinning Dew's face to the bed while he rails him. Dew grabbing at the sheets and just gagging for it, so noisy and desperate. Swiss really giving to him, hard and deep just like they both like it. Running his mouth the whole time about how he's gonna fill Dew up, gonna make him take his knot, gonna get so deep inside.

Dew cums the second Swiss shoves it in, spasming and soaking Swiss's thighs. Swiss spills everything he has in Dew's perfect cunt, gripping his hips and grinding as deep as he can go. Telling Dew how good he feels, how well he's squeezing him, what a perfect hole he has.

Every clench wrings another dribble from him, and Swiss has a terrible idea.

He pulls out with effort while his knot is still half inflated, loving the gasp Dew gives him when it pops out. He doesn't pull back all the way, though. Leaves the tip inside. Swiss grabs Dew's wrists and pulls his arms back. Makes him grab his own ass. Dew moans low in his throat and takes the hint, spreading himself as wide as he can. Swiss groans.

"Good boy," he murmurs, rocking his hips, "now push me out."

Dew makes a choked sound, his toes curl, but he listens. Clenches until Swiss's softening cock slides from his body with an overtly wet noise. Swiss hisses with it, immediately cupping Dew's cunt with a large hand.

"Fuck, what a perfect little whore you are," he bites out, rubbing his palm over swollen folds to make Dew twitch. "Now give it back to me."

Dew whimpers when the request clicks, burying his face in the sheets when Swiss slides back to kneel at the foot of the bed. Gets himself level with that gorgeous cunt, still covered by his hand.

"I want every drop, baby," he coos, pressing a kiss to Dew's thigh, "lemme see you leak for me."

He pulls back his hand, and is immediately greeted by the sight of Dew's ruined hole, still gaped from his knot and already pouring his own mess. Swiss whines when it slides down over Dew's still-trobbing clit, a slippery trail that drips onto the damp sheets below. He runs encouraging hands over Dew's quivering thighs, shaking with the sheer level of exposure.

"Like that, just like that," Swiss rasps, licking his lips. "Push - yeah, push it out, oh fuck."

Swiss devolves into messy praise and curses, high on the sight of Dew's cunt clenching around nothing when he bears down.

"More, keep going," Swiss pants, fondling his still sensitive cock. No way he can get hard again so soon, but this it fucking him up beyond reason. "Every drop, sweetheart, you can do it."

Dew lets out a reedy whine, adjusting his grip to open himself wider, arching his back so Swiss can get a good look inside. So shamefully exposed, the little ghoul utterly embarrassed and so woefully into it. He bears down again, harder this time and -

"Oh."

They gasp it in unison when Dew leaks a tiny stream of piss along with Swiss's cum, immediately clenching hard enough to staunch it. He makes the saddest sound, but Swiss can't help his own deeply pained moan.

"Oh, baby," he huffs, reeling a little, "gimme that too, let it out for me, let me see it." He's babbling, he knows it, but he cant stop. His hips rock against the mattress, a useless little rut that feels good anyway. "Please, fuck, please lemme see -"

Swiss cuts himself off when Dew sniffles, visibly relaxing. Opening himself up again. The first few drops hit the sheets and Swiss nearly chokes on his own tongue.

The stream starts in earnest, splashing hot over Dew's thighs, and against all odds Swiss can feel himself stiffening up again.

"'m gonna fuck you again after this," he spits, "while you're all wet and sloppy." He drags his thumbs along Dew's spread lips, adoring the cry it elicits. "Then we're doing this again."

Dew sobs, but he can't hide the way his chubby clit throbs.

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #or ramblings i guess #just utter filth either way #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #swiss/dew #swiss x dew #PISS!!! #this is so gross lmao

[sugar-plum-writer]

The Serene Peony Of Winter

Paring: Sukuna!King of Curses x Fem!Geisha Reader

Tags: Fem!Reader, Sukuna!imagines; NSFW! [Minors DNI]; It's just pure raw you know what [I don't know how else to describe it I have never been good with tags :D]; 18+; An ancient Japan romance through time with darling reader~

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CHAPTER - 6

His lips first brushed against yours― then slowly but surely he kept kissing you deeper― savoring you― tongues intertwined, hands groping your breasts― squeezing them, caressing and massaging them however he pleased

It was a different feeling― it was not just a kiss, it was as if― the kisses were unlocking a knot in your heart― were kisses always so good? Did they always make you feel so alive?

Whatever drug he was― was seeping into you too because God you wanted to rip his clothes off

"My you sure are enjoying it— I knew you're a whore, but to be such a whore? how badly did you need to be railed y/n?"

You managed to say a small shut up as you kept kissing him― your mind raced with so many thoughts, all kinds of images flashed in your mind, all different positions he could fuck you in with his cock― ah ― it got you so wet

He sucked your breast, biting your nipples from time to time. Feeling you squirm against him when he did, the way your breath stopped, the flush on your face as you gasped-

"Ah- no, D...don't bite!", you moaned as you cried- your nipples getting more sensitive as his warm tongue swirled around it

"What? Geishas have good skills, aren't you going to show me? what you have got in the sex department?", he whispered as he bit your nipples harshly with a smirk― sucking it as his hands squeezed your ass giving it a tight slap

"I― I was not trained in that department", your breath hitching as you spoke breathlessly wincing in pain and pleasure holding onto him for dear life of what's to come

"Well then—"

Dismantle

All your clothes ripped to shreds, the precious silk was in tatters― touching your soft pristine skin, your whole body just barely covered―fully naked

"I got to make you practice— Y/n after all as a Geisha no rather- as my woman", biting his lips he gazed at your body greedily, hungrily as if all the waiting and patience was worth it to fuck you. Thinking of your tight pussy around his dick- all stuffed so prettily got him harder

"You aren't leaving the sheets until I am sure you are trained well baby", he snickered and kneaded your ass ― lips kissing your neck. Getting your body exactly where he wanted, right where it belonged― below him

Without any warning, he shoved his thick fingers up your sensitive cunt- a sharp moan escaped your throat as your walls quivered under his touch, shaking unfamiliar with his foreign touch- clenching around his fingers

Circling the vulva, gliding his fingers up and down your cunt- flicking and teasing it

Sneering as his fingers stretched you out with a smirk, the way you closed your eyes in pleasure, twitched, shook underneath him, clawing your nails on his skin

He slowed down his speed just to see your needy expression as you looked at him with tears, trying to get his fingers inside your wet needy pussy again.

Once pleased he sped up to see your back arch, as your legs spread open wider― thick slick gushing out, trailing down this fingers dripping down

God he'd like to watch you like this forever

Knuckles white as you clung to him- hell you tried to hold whatever you could as you moaned in pleasure

"S-Sukuna, it's too much, it's so god--ah good"

Harshly gripping your thighs, slapping it rough- as you whimpered and more tears fell

"Call me Danna-Sama, "Mr. Patron", grabbing your hair and lifting your face towards him, kissing your lips― as he pinched your clitoris― making your eyes go wide as you moaned loudly- your voice cracked

"I own you", he whispered in a deep commanding voice looking down at you condescendingly

Your mind is too muddled as you wrap your arms around him burying your face into his body, as your pathetic cunt and clitoris twitched- you could feel it pulsing

"Y...yes, Danna-Sama", you obediently looked him in the eyes― biting your lip, with your tears falling, panting

With a smirk, he smacked your pussy hard― "Open wide it's time for your meal~", spreading your legs wide with a sly smile, it stung, but it also made you so fucking wet

You felt hot as the cool air brushed past your, slick, pre-cum covered― wet cunt, dripping all over, seeing him look at your pussy like that as it dripped― made you even wetter

Without any more waiting he pulled out his long throbbing cock, veins bulging out, it was so big― so hard― so tasty― imagining it inside you made the walls of your pussy clench tight

"Your pussy sure likes what it sees Y/n~ "

Holding his throbbing cock with a smirk, holding it near your entrance― you braced for the penetration, but instead― he teased you, fucking teased you

The tip brushes down your vulva― in a circular motion around your clitoris― teasing it as you dug your nails into his back moaning― begging for him to just put it in and fuck you― but he didn't― just chuckled and continued to tease you

"Beg harder darling, show me how badly you want it Y/n", kissing your eyes― to your lips― down your throat, indulging himself leaving a trail of hickies

"Please- please- I beg you, please fuck me!", you moaned and begged— panting― with a chuckle he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder― yanking you close― looking directly into your eyes with a sneer and kissed your inner thighs with a bite

Staring at your pussy― watching the way it gushed out- dripped- imprinting the view in his brain

"I think rather than a Geisha— being a whore suits you better", he smirked

Finally he put his fat throbbing cock into your pussy, in one full swoop― you gasped in pleasure drooling finally he was inside you after all the teasing

The moment he felt you around his dick―

he cocked his head up— letting out a sharp breath― feeling you clench around him, your poor pussy so desperately held on to his dick― adjusting to his length― as you cried out in ecstasy

Got him even harder and he moaned― not a grunt or huff― a deep moan sending shivers, goosebumps up your body

"Oh…God…", you breathlessly looked at him dazed, your chest heaving up and down― "I love you" and kissed him― biting his lips

The, "I Love you", switched on something feral in his brain― as without another world he thrusted in and out of you mercilessly― hitting your G-spot― deep and hard- into your womb

So Hard, so big, so thick― so good you wanted this to go on forever as he fucked you― you cummed but he did not stop― he continued― the nerves in your brain and throughout your body were melting― all resounding in unison as if transcended

Is this what it felt like to be Brain-fucked?

"Y/n, you are gonna cum until I tell you to stop got that?"

Footnote: Check out masterlist for all chapters!

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