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[ultramagni]

they're zombies

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[anantaru]

BITTERSWEET TASTE

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — being in the knights of favonius came with its own responsibilities, yet why was it so unbelievably difficult for kaeya to get up in the morning when you‘re laying next to him all pretty and riled up?

— ꒰ word count ꒱ — 3.1k

— ꒰ a/n ꒱ — decided to repost this hidden fic, enjoy <3

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, fem! reader, prone bone, fingering, morning sex, morning wood, biting, he cums in you, basically kaeya doesn't want to go to work <3

there was a pearly glow in the morning sky with the first of many rays of sunlight casting a rosy hue up the bedroom, prickling on kaeya's bronzed skin.

fluttering his eyelashes open for the first time post slumber, he scrubbed his face with his hands as to try to wipe away the tiredness that was still viewable on his handsome features. He yawned, stretching his broad body, tilting his neck left and right.

if only he didn't have to work today, he thoughts to himself, fighting off his laziness and huffing out dramatically.

naturally, ever since the grandmaster left for an important expedition, kaeya had to work more than usual, do stuff he in any other circumstances wouldn't have to bother to even bat an eye over.

of course, with the entire cavalry gone, one would think that the cavalry captain himself wouldn't have to particularly do much, yet he still had to aid the knights with various tasks as they were short in staff.

a low sigh escaped him and his heart bubbled with swells of delight upon taking in the look of his sleeping beauty curved up into a ball, your breathing tranquil with your eyes scrunched together.

how can someone be so cute and beautiful? while also infecting him with blissful joy.

leaving nothing to the imagination, his mind froze with his body feeling light, as if he wasn't entirely there yet, wandering his piercing gaze over your heaving figure, drinking in your peacefulness.

he tried to decipher on how he managed to end up so lucky, how it was him, of all people, who captured your heart.

on further analysis, he focused and crossed his vision over you, his breathing slowing down. He caught a glimpse of your white panties nudged out of your sleep shirt, the fabric was flimsy and was barely able to keep everything hidden and tugged away, the outline of your puffy folds poked out just slightly and watered his mouth on sight.

next, kaeya heavily settled his hands on your hips and pulled you closer into his embrace, he was still very much tired and exhausted, the thought about him having to leave for work in a bit was annoying, straight up mind shattering, a frustrated growl tingling in his throat.

cocking his head in the nook of your soft neck, kaeya took in your scent, so familiar and soothing, kissing the thin flesh under your ear. The strokes of his rough lips on you ultimately stirred you from your sleep, a dizzying sense of pleasure crawling over your shoulders.

"kaeya?" your voice was whispery and barely there, laced in with a raspy undertone when you cradled your head to the side, meeting his hooded eyes. "morning, beautiful."

you couldn't help yourself but roll your eyes at him, such tease, your brows crinkling at the corners as a peel of laughter echoed in the large room. With your hand, you removed the navy blue hair strands that covered your boyfriends handsome face, stilling your palm on his warm cheek and brushing your thumb over his lower lip.

"don't you have to work?"

"hmm." nuzzling himself into you, he continued, "how awful would i be if i don't?" kaeya crossed his arms around you with the plush of your behind pressed against his member, your eyes growing to the size of saucers upon realizing how riled up he had gotten.

"jean won't be happy if you're late." attempting to disturb him from his little fantasy, he set off the heavy erection in his pants, gently rutting itself within your softness, his rough tongue eagerly dragging over your neck and biting down the wet spot, ultimately forgetting about your words, as if he didn't perceive them in the first place.

"foul play!" he feigned a dramatic, teasing tone, "but this isn't about jean right now."

his hips bucked up yet again, this time unconsciously before one of his hands wandered towards your stomach, hooking his fingers into the elastic of your panties to pull them down in a single motion. Your breath was trembling with a sweet squeak robbed out of your mouth, melting into his warmth with your eyes closed.

his hand disappeared within your heat, nudging in between your thighs as you spread them a bit to make it easier for him to travel to where you craved it. "only for five minutes kaeya, okay?"

"five minutes, five minutes." he repeated sheepishly, gaping his mouth open and poking out his sharp canines from underneath his upper lip, prancing on your neck, adding his rough tongue up until reaching your earlobe to gingerly suck on it. You whined from his little scheme, noticing your nipples perked up from underneath your shirt and rubbing over the flimsy material as you whined at the first long finger poking at your entrance.

your cheeks grew warm, drizzling hot and your eyes fluttered close to relish in the digit filling you at last, the stretch was barely painful or to be perceived yet still pleasurable. Your insides were twisting and turning around his skillfulness which had kaeya's vision turn blank, jaw dropping loosely before a massive grin heaved on him.

considering on how your moans sounded, how they pooled over his ears like sweet liquid, sugary candy, kaeya figured you were very much sensitive, might be because you had just woken up, carefully wiggling his finger deep into you to wheedle another reaction out from your lips.

"don't hide your sounds from me, don't even dare."

his gorgeous face was behind you, kaeya absolutely despised it when you hid your pleasure from him, your lust and ache, sometimes you even did in on purpose to drive him mad, yet he always made sure to punish his sweet little angel properly afterwards.

"kaeya, it feels good." he was spreading the mess over your folds with every shove into your core, you nodded frantically to signal him how well he did, your head falling back against his neck as he added another finger into the mix, almost immediately pulling it into you and searching for more with his hungry eyes.

this time you stretched further, hole parting, the combination of his middle and ring finger rubbing their rough pads into your velvety walls had you short of breath, nudging your sweet spot. You were rocking side to side as you held each other in a loving clasp, moaning and breathing in sync.

a simple happiness, that's what it was for kaeya, seeing you unravel for him in such a short amount of time, a confident bubble bursting in his belly as he noticed the heavy dent in his boxers, growing, aching and rubbing against the uncomfortable material of his sweat shorts.

kaeya drew in his breath upon noticing your spasming walls, letting go of the air in his lungs with a shiver. He shifted his leg, pressing you closer together and increasing the pace on his hand. Without warning he scissored your sensitive cunt, curling and sending waves of electric thrills throughout your skin.

your eyebrows knitted together in concentration, tightening your jaw as you moaned his name, arching your spine away yet he jerked you back almost immediately, "I'm so close kaeya.. please." your skin was heated, yet the warmth crossing you from deep inside roamed into you in fast spurts, slumping back and forth.

"i want you to cum on my fingers, can you do this for me?" hoarsely voicing his command with authority taking over the room, he shoved his fingers in, thick and wet, delving them into you as you grinding yourself back, meeting his hand halfway through his heavy tugs.

"i‘m gonna cum—" moaning in protest, your sloppy hole suckled down on kaeya‘s slender, skillful digits, clamping your thighs to hold him there when you spasmed, shivering and whining when your orgasm threw itself at you.

kissing and biting your neck he hummed in satisfaction at your tones, your pleas and begs, the vibration he exclaimed was filling you and hit your core in a torrent of electricity.

your hands abruptly clasped onto his wrist to still his movements yet kaeya was chasing your release like a wild beast, finger fucking you through your climax with sloppy noises turning you into an embarrassing mess.

creating friction through his rough way with you, you grabbed him, your mouth opening but nothing came out and throat tightening when you cummed at last with a silent cry of his name, sobbing your words.

pure bliss, that's how kaeya would describe it, his palm glistering with arousal. "now would you look at yourself, what a sight to behold." your mind was a bit off and still wobbly, cradling your head back to look at him through lidded eyes, meeting his lustful ones.

"shut up kaeya, you wanted this." your sassiness was maddening and set his loins on fire, truly delicious. Kaeya pulled out of you, a string of your essence connecting him to your core when he did something that almost brought you on the verge of release again.

pleasantly dizzy, his slick covered fingers found his mouth when he pried the pads past his plump lips, lapping onto his digitd to drink in what you gifted him with, moaning and groaning around his fingers and hollowing his cheeks to suck them dry.

a whisper, a moan, taking itself out on your craving body when you watched in anticipation, now fully awake and completely forgetting that kaeya was very much late for work, not to mention the little '5 minute rule from ealier' was nowhere to be found. The aroma of his scent clasped around you, filling your nostrils and getting you weak in the knees, cradling your senses.

another long inhale, you yanked his hand away and kissed him, hard. Shaking, tantalizing goosebumps bristled on your skin, a sharply edged euphoria playing in your heart upon noticing his fully erected member resting against your thigh, a big wet splotch plastered on the side.

your fingers listened to his silent pleas, traveling down his stomach before cupping his groin, caressing it with your warm palm. You rolled forward, eliciting a groan from your boyfriend when he captured you in another kiss, rutting himself into your hand like a horny beast. "you're so fucking perfect for me." he sputtered, adding his strength on your hips to pull you back abruptly.

kaeya rose up, displaying himself to you as he exposed of his shirt together with his pants and boxers, cock plopping out and standing fully erect. His tip was swollen and rosy, desperate and needy when he beckoned you to turn around, following suit.

you lowered yourself onto the silky, white pillows with your behind perked up, your drenching pussy on full display for him to indulge himself in. Fuck, he wanted to be inside you right now, wanted his cock to be drenched full with filth and lewdness and make love to you.

"five minutes, right?" he taunted you with it, amusement finding him on how you thought you’d be satiated by a mere five minutes.

kaeya couldn't wait any longer, simply draping your shirt up and not giving a single fuck to discard of it completely, your glowing back greeting him. His rough hands branded your shaking skin, a satisfied growl deep in his lungs was leaving him as he got a hold of his stiff erection to drag it in and out of the little tunnel he created with his hand.

"i'm gonna be so late." chuckling to himself and in a way, it sounded as if kaeya was making fun of said fact, butterflies cascading through his stomach at the mere sight of you alone.

of course this was way better than working and fulfilling his duties.

your glistering pussy fluttered around nothing, sobbing and aroused, still mourning the loss of his long fingers when you trapped your lower lip in between your sharp teeth, hiding a moan.

"baby—" you're mewling now, "please don't tease me, i can‘t take it." wiggling yourself back, kaeya couldn't help himself but smirk devilishly, so unbelievably handsome that the sight of it would've made you cum on the spot. "who do you think i am? i'd never!"

pretending to be shocked, he lowered himself, hands pressing on your behind and gripping the plush of your ass, squeezing and wiggling it. An electric pulse went through your bones when he brushed his cockhead within your folds, collecting your filthy essence on his skin and slobbering him wet.

the natural lubricant would come in handy, surely, kaeya was mostly rough with you and in all honesty, you didn't mind, more so did you secretly encourage it whenever he'd claim you like that, whenever he'd show you how much he desired you without actually using any words.

he was perfect, truly, he was broad and thick, pressing himself into you and filling you to the brim, cunt parting in a rough manner you wouldn't want any other way.

every twitch, turn and twist of his cock you could feel, witness and drink in, you cried out whiningly in a breathy way with tears dwelling in your eyes. He draped himself over you, chest flushed on your back and licking a straight line on the back of your neck with his rough tongue, your tiny hairs sticking into the air from convulsing shivers.

"fuck, you're so tight today." his words were lustful and imploring, savoring and distracting you from the slight discomfort of your lower region being practically impaled by him. A string of saliva connected your skin to his lips, he was messy with you, adding spit and drawing it on your neck to continue to suckle and bite the wet flesh, hitting your sweet spot but not moving where you yearned for it the most.

kaeya pushed you back, leaving his tip in and waxing over your reactions, sending a bolt of lightning down your spine upon snapping himself back, roughly and so unbelievably hard that you thought your heart would actually burst out of your chest.

crying his name you moaned in tune with the pace he was settling for, dragging his raw member into your shivering insides and rubbing deliciously on your favorite spots, punctuated thrusts pressing roughly within you.

relentless, that's how he was with you, marking and branding you with his thick cock alone, his heavy balls smacking at your behind and eliciting arousing torment in your core, feeding into your desires when the flirst droplets of tears covered your warm skin, sticking on your cheeks.

large hands tilted your hips up while simultaneously applying pressure on your back to nudge you against the mattress, the new position making it possible for kaeya to dig into you more.

yet in comparison you got tighter, your hole delicate and milking him for all he's worth. Your oversensitive pussy was on its breaking point, drooling and making a mess out of his length, swallowing him whole, as if you were made for him.

"I'm so close-" you sobbed and he growled at your voices, changing the intensity and snaking up one of his skilled hands to your shaking clit, rubbing you fiercely in tune with his hips. "i know baby, i can feel you." your heart erupted, kaeya was delving as deep as he could possibly go, blown pupils directed to where your bodies connected and sloppily drooled over each other.

kaeya believed he was in heaven, more so loving to see you dripping wet of arousal and he was the cause of it! he alone was responsible for your fucked out state, mustering the strength to keep going, rubbing and pinching your clit in between his rough pads.

tearing you forward, you cried out his name in between panting, coaxing him on to go faster, more, you needed more and had to release now.

"I'm gonna fill you up." through gritted teeth, he told you his favorite way to come undone, something about you trusting him this much was catapulting him to cloud nine. His bruising grip overthrew your body, no words were bothered to be voiced by you, far too gone with the ache in your core threatening to break, teetering on edge and so fucking close, you wanted to get there already, your whines laced with frustration.

sore, sweaty and aching you twitched around him, soul smoldering and stinging when you finally cummed hard, each thrust barreling through your body and sending you over the edge, fisting your fingers into the cushions under you while almost ripping them apart.

your toes curled inwards with your skin shaking, jolts of torment and deep pleasure grasped and hid the control of your body from you, leaving you to kaeya with your sensitivity. How hot your body became, igniting flames in you and bursting the sweet bubble in your belly, the one that sent you spiralling into desire and bliss.

he flattened his hips on you, stilling himself when he came in a broken groan. Kaeya shifted his weight up in a much more convenient angle so he wouldn't suddenly crush you or collapse on top of you from the intense orgasm.

"fuck, that's it baby, that's it." his thumbs buried into your hips, pouring his sweet cum in you and archons, did he cum a lot, it was quilling over and sobbing down your aching hole, staining your thighs together with his pelvis.

he slid his cock out before greedily swatting it back in, moaning in tandem and feeling the residue of your orgasm wash over. He sunk in on you as though overwhelmed he twitched yet again, eyes pointing towards the filth in your legs. Your entire body tightened and his groans sliced you up, how blunt and raw they sounded, how shameless and unbelievably hot.

"fuck, what a mess i made." he heaved out a satisfied sigh, grinning and laughing wildly, casting a gentle shadow on you.

turning your sore body around to face him, you met his gaze, drawing your arms out for him to kiss him. Kaeya chuckled at your adorable teary expression, leaning forward to apply kisses on your lips, swaying you with his charm.

"i don't want to go to work." he painfully admitted to you next, pouty lips pecking your nose, cheeks and going back to your mouth, nibbling on your skin.

"kaeya, you need to go to work." you gently whined at him while still being utterly sensitive.

brushing his bangs away with your fingers, you settled your warm palms on his face and watched him display puppy eyes for a bit, as if he was waiting for you to urge him to stay yet you simply squeezed his cheeks playfully in response.

he huffed out, nudging your nose as he carefully drew himself back with a frutrated sigh. You tilted your head in an irritated manner when your confused eyes followed his body leave the bedroom.

"lets hop in the shower together, i‘m going after i promise."

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[ticklygiggles]

For 🌈 I'd like to mix ♥️ nsfw and 🧡 bondage with Lee kazuha and ler aether. With anticipation play cause we all know kazuha has great senses, so we really need to turn it against him. Light strokes up and down his thighs, whispering the filthiest teases near his ears... 😖😖

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❤️ Red: n$fw tickling

Kazuether - Kaedehara Kazuha x Aether

A/N: this prompt was soooo good and I hope I made it justice! It was fun to wreck Kazuha omg also it had been a while since I wrote a full n$fw piece, I felt a lil rusty hahaha I hope you enjoy this!

His breathing was erratic, deafening to his ears. His heart was pounding, and he felt fear mixed with excitement and anticipation swirling inside his chest, squeezing his heart and making him feel suffocated. His body was twisting and he felt like his lip was going to bleed from how hard he was biting it.

Darkness surrounded him and he felt the blindfold on his eyes caress his skin, making him want to scratch his eyes, but he couldn't move his hands. He couldn't see it, but his arms were tied together in beautiful knots above his head. The tie was tight, but not enough to hurt, in any case, the touch of the soft rope on his skin tickled him and chills ran down his spine.

Not only were his arms tied; ropes wrapped around his ankles as well, pulling at them, spreading his legs apart, exposing him. He could feel a gentle breeze filtering in from somewhere and, even though it wasn't that cold, he shivered heavily every time it brushed against his bare skin, goosebumps covering his whole body.

"Look at you."

Kazuha jolted and gasped heavily when he heard that sudden, gentle whisper against his left ear. His hearing had always been sensitive, but being deprived of movement and sight, it seemed to have become even more acute.

He hadn't heard or felt Aether getting that close and he squeaked when he heard his voice now in his right ear.

"All jumpy and squirmy, Kazuha," Aether whispered, pressing a kiss to Kazuha's ear, causing him to moan. "What is wrong? I thought you said you wanted me to tie you up."

Kazuha gulped, his mouth wide open, panting as a deep blush spread across his cheeks. "Th- The blindfold..."

"What's wrong with it?" Kazuha moaned again, feeling Aether's breath back to his left ear. "Don't you like it?"

"I can't see."

"That is the whole point," Aether said, his voice fading slightly, signaling that he was away from Kazuha's head, closer to the lower part of his body. "You seem to like it."

"Ah! Aether!"

A long stroke up his already hardened cock made him moan loudly, his hips going up, looking for more of that sweet friction, but Aether's hands were off him again and Kazuha was left wanting, whining, trembling.

"Do you mind telling me again what did you want me to do to you?" His voice was once again swirling against his ear. "I think I forgot."

Oh that sweet perverse tone of his voice sent the most amazing chills down Kazuha's spine, directly to his dick.

Kazuha swallowed heavily. "T-Tie me up and t-tickle me-ehehe, ah!"

The soft touch of Aether's fingertips against his arms was overwhelming, he was only caressing his skin gently, from his wrists to the hollow of his armpits, but Kazuha fidgeted almost violently, sweet chuckles escaping from between his lips. It tickled so bad already, but he knew Aether was only starting.

Aether hummed, "that you said, didn't you? You really wanted me to tie you up and tickle you, huh?" Kazuha tensed when Aether suddenly stopped both talking and lightly tickling him.

Silence fell upon him again and he held his his breath, his toes curling. He couldn't even hear Aether breathing, no rustling of clothes, no steps, no-

"You're so naughty, Kazuha."

Kazuha shrieked, bucking his hips and jerking to the side when Aether's voice was back to his ear and his fingers were lightly tracing the middle of his underarms.

"Who would say that someone like you would like this kind of thing," Aether whispered and Kazuha whimpered in response, biting his lip to stop the giggles threatening to bubble past his lips as Aether's fingertips brushed against his armpits, just two fingers drawing little hearts shapes against the warm skin.

"Oh? Do you like me reminding you how dirty you are, Kazuha? Your cock won't stop shaking."

"Ngh, p-please dohon't, Aether. I ch-chahahanged my mind."

"It's too late for that," Aether said, capturing Kazuha's lobe between his lips, giving it a soft suck. "You're gonna get tickled until you forget your name, Kazuha."

Kazuha shuddered and his cock throbbed. Damn, he had wanted this for so long, but now that it was happening, he felt simply overwhelmed. His skin felt a hundred times more sensitive than usual, Aether's voice circling him like a pry was making his brain shortcut. The anticipation of his fingertips just lightly tracing him was making him sweat- he just felt many things all at once and didn't know how to take them.

"You're leaking so much," Aether said, his lips brushing against the shell of Kazuha's left ear as he started to scratch at Kazuha's armpits.

His fingernails slowly scraping the smooth and sensitive skin, causing Kazuha to tip his head back with loud laughter.

"And you're laughing so much already," Aether said with a soft giggle of his own. "You really like me tickling your poor, outstretched underarms like this?"

Kazuha shook his head, "N-Nohoho, plehease, I'm gohohoing- ahahaha!"

Despite his begging, Kazuha's body arched up against the touch, chasing it as Aether stopped tickling him when his laughter was becoming a bit hysterical. Kazuha whined.

"What is wrong? You wanted more?" Aether asked teasingly, suddenly positioning his fingers against Kazuha's ribcage, making him jolt. "I thought you said you changed your mind?" He asked, his fingertips tracing Kazuha's lower ribs. "You're a little nasty liar, you know? But do not worry, I'll give you more, if that's what you want."

Kazuha couldn't stop the giggles pouring out as Aether traced each of his ribs, from the front, all the way to the back, causing him to arch his back with loud shrieks of hysterical giggles.

"How many ribs does Kazuha have?"

Kazuha shook his head. "Plehehease! Plehehease, you knohohow thahahat!"

"One..."

"GAHAHA!"

Kazuha's cackles filled the whole room again as Aether started to tickle each of his ribs. Fingers pinching each bone carefully, looking for those sensitive spots along each rib that made Kazuha jolt and jerk as if he had been electrocuted.

No matter how hard he tried, (not that he was trying that hard), Kazuha just couldn't escape those mean fingers following each of his violent movements. For a brief moment he even thought there were two people tickling him for he'd hear Aether giggling by his right and then feeling his ribs on the left getting tickled, then he'd hear him by his left and feel his nimble fingers vibrating on his most sensitive rib on his right side.

By the time Aether had stopped counting and counting and counting again because Kazuha 'kept moving too much', the poor samurai was in stitches, twitching as he tried to catch his breath, his body covered in a thin layer of sweat.

"A-Aahehether, plehease!"

"Please what?" Aether whispered suddenly back to his ear. "You keep saying that, but I don't what you're asking for," he purred, fingers walking up Kazuha's sides, making his breath hitch. "Please... more tickles? Please... touch me somewhere else?"

"Angh! H-Hold on," Kazuha moaned when he felt Aether's fingers flicking at his nipples. "It h-hurts."

"Oh, really?" Aether said and another moan escaped Kazuha's lips when Aether pinched his nipples. "You don't sound like you're in pain, you know?"

Aether took his sweet time fiddling with Kazuha's nipples. The samurai felt delicious pleasure-filled shivers run through his body, making his mind go blank as he moaned Aether's name over and over. He barely noticed his lover had stopped giving him any kind of attention until he heard him on his ear again.

"You almost cum, Kazuha, even though it hurt, hmm?" Kazuha shook his head. "Where should I tickle you next?"

"N-Noho, plehehease. You're driving m-me crazy, I think I'm- ... A-Aether?"

Kazuha whined, his whole body tingling, his limbs tensing when he couldn't hear Aether again. He curled his toes and and fingers, his torso arching and moving from side to side in an attempt to feel if Aether's hands were near him.

The thought made him shudder. He could clearly imagine Aether's fingers hovering over his tingling body. At his armpits, or maybe at his ribs again. Ready to claw at his stomach or pinch at his hips. He tried to close his legs, thinking of Aether's hands ready to squeeze the inner sides; his feet wiggling and toes spreading and curling imagining fingers scribbling against his soles.

Cock jumping and throbbing, feeling the ghostly sensations of a tongue licking at the tip-

"Tr-Trahaveler?"

"That is not my name." Kazuha shrieked, Aether's warm, wet breath against his ear making him laugh almost wildly. "Say my name," Aether whispered, now on Kazuha's other ear. "Say my name, Kazuha."

Oh goodness, these whispered were going to be his end. So light and ticklish against his poor sensitive ears.

"Aehehether! Aetheher! I'm behegging, plehehease! You- ah! No!"

He was not sure how, but Aether was no longer hovering in his head, he was far away now, his warm but wicked hands resting on Kazuha's knees.

"No? No, what?"

Kazuha shook his head, refusing to speak as he felt fingertips dragging up and fingernails dragging down his thighs. His legs were shaking, the muscles of his thighs jumping under the tickly touch.

"Not tickles here?" Kazuha nodded, gasping as the fingers went back up. "Isn't this your favorite spot, though?"

"N-No! It's n-nohot," he said through clenched teeth, trying to pull at his arms, at his legs, but to no avail.

"Lies," Aether said and Kazuha jolted, lifting his head as if he could see anything when he felt the wetness from Aether's mouth almost closing on the tip of his dick. "This part seems very excited when I tickle you here."

"Ah, Aether! N-No, that's- nnghh!" A heavy moan poured past his lips when Aether's tongue pressed against his arousal, licking the slit slowly. "Aether!"

"Hmm?" Aether hummed, closing his mouth around Kazuha's dick and pressing the tip to the roof of his mouth with his tongue.

Kazuha crossed his eyes under the blindfold, he was going to cum. He was going to cum. He was going to-

"N-Nohohoho!"

Frantic, desperate and high-pitched giggles filled the room once again when Aether's fingers traveled to the inner part of Kazuha's thighs. His mouth leaving Kazuha's dick with a filthy pop.

Kazuha whined between loud giggles, throbbing, and thrusting his hips, chasing that ruined release.

"Aehehether, plehehease!"

"'Please, please, please'," Aether mocked him, fingers wiggling from the inner side of Kazuha's knees to his crotch, where he got even more hysterical. "No matter how much you beg, Kazuha. I won't stop."

Aether was whispering, but Kazuha could hear him as if he was right beside him, he could almost feel the brushing of his lips against his ears all over again.

"I'm not gonna stop until your crying with laughter," he said and Kazuha shrieked when his fingertips dragged against his crotch. "You would like that, huh? Being at my mercy as I tickle you right here while you act like you want it to stop, but you so desperately want it to continue until you're breathless, don't you?"

Kazuha was glad he couldn't see Aether's face. He was embarrassed, out of words, and oh so excited to be under Aether's teasing touch. The light tickles to his inner thighs were driving him crazy in the best way possible. He couldn't think straight anymore as Aether's fingers and nails all focused on that sweet spot real close to his crotch that made him jump and shriek desperately.

He was going to explode. He was so close to his release. If Aether could just stroke him once, twice- that'd be enough. He wanted to cum so bad.

"AHAHAHA!" He could barely stand those light tickles anymore. He was cackling, howling with hysterical laughter, hips thrusting in the air as Aether's fingers traced his crotch and the meaty part of his thighs.

Aether chuckled, "why are you laughing so hard now? Does it really tickle that bad? Put yourself together, Kazuha. I haven't had my fun yet."

Kazuha shook his head. "N-Nohoho! No mohohore thehehere! It tihihickles too ba-AHAHAHAD! NAHAHA!"

Kazuha bucked hard as soon as the squeezing began. He tried to close his legs in vain, there was no way he could escape that merciless tickle attack, no matter how hard he squirmed and how much he begged, he was stuck there and was going to take it until Aether got tired.

He came undone right then and there.

His eyeballs rolled back under the blindfold and his whole body tensed before he reached his peak. He almost didn't feel the intense pleasure of his orgasm due to the tickling to his inner thighs, but his whole body trembled heavily with the tingles and sparks of his release.

Aether hadn't stopped tickling him at any second and when Kazuha finally came down from his cloud of pleasure, he was welcomed back with the tickling of his life.

"Oh, did you get more ticklish after cumming?" Aether said over his loud laughter, Kazuha could barely speak. "What's wrong? Was it that good you can't talk anymore?" Aether teased, scribbling his fingers against Kazuha's crotch, even tickling his balls and the base of his cock.

Kazuha screamed with laughter, head tilted back and arms and legs pulling desperately at his bonds.

It tickled so bad. Kazuha had never felt something like that before. It was simply too much... and it all felt so, so good.

"Oh? You're hard again," Aether giggled. "I wonder if you'll come again without me touching it? Let's find out, hmm?"

Kazuha shook his head no, but his cock jumped in agreement. It didn't take him long to come again without Aether touching him anywhere else but his poor, hypersensitive thighs. And if he came a third time, he could barely notice as he entered this delicious subspace in where the only thing that he was aware of was the insanely ticklish feeling that rushed through his whole body.

He had wanted this for so long and was not disappointed at all. He was happy that someone like Aether, whom he loved madly, really spoiled him like this... until he forgot his own name, just as Aether had promised.

#2k milestone event #Genshin Impact #kaedehara kazuha #aether #kazuether #kazuha x aether #kaedehara kazuha x aether #ticklish!Kazuha #n$fw #spicy #mia's things #mia's fics

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Overworked and Underpaid

Chapter Five: Sudden Meetup

Part 2: Midoriya Meetup 

MATERIAL IS NS//FW; MINORS DNI

Instantly recognizing that mass of curly green hair in the crowd you pushed through towards Izuku Midoriya who was in the process of thanking the employee at the counter and accepting the bag he was being handed.

Whether it was appropriate or not given how new your relationship was with him wasn’t on your mind as you snuck up behind him and grabbed both of his sides. He shot into the air with a yelp and spun around, eyes wide with shock. A blush crept over his heavily freckled face and neck as you laughed at the look on his face.

“So,” you teased, “Decided to follow me here after work did ya?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, still embarrassed by the sound he’d made, and gave a low chuckle.

“On the contrary,” he countered, “You came up behind me. Indicated that you were the one to follow me here.”

“You’ve got me there,” you conceded, picking up the order you’d had the foresight to place online. Deciding you hadn’t yet had enough of the pretty flush on his face you persisted with your teasing. 

“Work got you hungry today big guy? That’s a massive bag,” You hadn’t noticed this before, but big guy wasn’t an entirely inaccurate way to describe Midoriya. He wasn’t massive but he was very muscular; with a broad chest, thick thighs, and sizable biceps you quickly decided that it wasn’t just your dinner that looked delectable.

“Oh no,” he replied as you walked out of the restaurant together, “Ochaco asked me to bring her a burger once I got off work. She’s small but can eat her weight in food in record time. You know Kirby? She’s kind of like that.”

“Ah,” you said, suddenly deflating. You weren’t aware he was with someone but looking at him it made sense. Deciding to keep the conversation light you said “Ochaco’s you’re girlfriend I presume?”

“Absolutely not,” he laughed, “She’s just a good friend of mine, has been since highschool, nothing else.”

You instantly perked back up, “It’s really nice of you to bring food to your friend,” you said brightly, “You must be very close.”

“That or I’m afraid she’ll kill and eat me if I don’t keep her fed,” he laughed. You’d both made it to your respective cars and turned toward one another. Maybe it was the realization that Midoriya was single that had you feeling bold but you decided to test your luck.

“Call me out if this is too forward but did you want to hang out after this? Obviously you have to stop by your friends place and eat but I’d like to get to know you a bit better if you’re interested.”

Judging by the blush re-encroaching upon his face and neck you could tell he knew exactly what you were implying, and to your delight he didn’t look displeased. In fact you saw a familiar hunger flash across his bright green eyes.

“I think I’d like that a lot,” he replied. You swiftly sent him a text with your address in it, hoping your eagerness didn’t betray you.

“Give me an hour and a half and I’ll be there,” he said.

“Can’t wait,” you replied with a wink.

***NS//FW MATERIAL BELOW***

You took extra care to brush your teeth and tongue so hard your gums bled after you finished your dinner. The last thing you wanted was the taste of burger on your tongue when Midoriya came over. To be fair, you hadn’t explicitly said what was on your mind but the implication had been laid and if things went your way you’d be getting to know Midoriya very well over the next few hours.

A knock sounded through your home at a quarter to eight and you leapt from your spot on the couch to answer it. Opening the door revealed a slightly disheveled but eager looking Midoriya. Framed in the doorway you could fully appreciate the size of this man, his muscular body was just so toned and you were sure he purposely chose the tightest shirt in his wardrobe to ensure it stretched over his fat tits in the most delectable way.

You stepped back and allowed him entry to your home. Shutting the door with a snap as he moved deeper into the house. You made sure to covertly check out his ass as he walked, and it did not disappoint. Perfectly sculpted just like the rest of him if it weren’t for his boyish face, soft curly hair, and large green eyes betraying his kind nature you’d think he was an incubus sent to tempt you away from your earthly responsibilities.

You followed him into your living room where he politely took a seat on the edge of the couch, leaving you as much space as you could want and covertly giving you the chance to re-state your boundaries and intentions for the night. What a gentleman.

You, however, weren’t interested in backing away from the implications of your earlier conversation and sad down right next to him, making sure your shoulders and thighs brushed as you made yourself comfortable.

Izuku blushed and shifted as you turned on the tv and scrolled through your selection of streaming services. You wanted to seem like you gave a damn about what you put on but really it was just for background noise.

“I like your décor,” he said, leaning back and gazing around your apartment. You took the chance to covertly check him out again, God that shirt was so tight on him wasn’t it. It really wasn’t fair how wild it drove you to see him in it. You glanced up and caught him staring at you, waiting expectantly for an answer with a slight smirk on his face. You felt heat rise in your face and neck and all of a sudden it was far too warm in here. Caught.

Playing it off you tossed your head back and gave a dignified sniff, “Thank you sir, I’m on the cusp of what’s new in the universe of shabby chic.”

He laughed and you felt yourself relaxing. It was so easy to talk to Izuku really; conversation was comfortable and flowed from one topic to another seamlessly. You did eventually decide on a television series to put on, though for the next few hours you spent the night talking to him about anything that happened to come to mind.

It could have been your imagination but you were certain Izuku was appreciating your body just as much as you were his. Multiple times through the night you caught his eyes lingering on your chest, lips, and thighs. You were certain you felt his eyes on you as you got up to grab a few drinks from the fridge, undoubtedly checking out your ass as you made your way into the kitchen.

As the night progressed and you found yourself laying atop his chest while you absentmindedly traced circles around his nipple, feeling it harden under your soft caresses. Your tv show was still going but it was clear neither of you were paying attention. Izuku had his head thrown back, sighing and sucking in his breath sharply every time you made a swift pass over his nipple with your thumb. It was clear he was just as hungry for you as you were for him, if the bulge currently pressed into your stomach was any indication, but ever the gentleman he was unwilling to make the first move.

Luckily for him, you’ve never been one to wait for what you want to come to you, and when it became clear it was up to you to start something you took initiative and straddled his hips. Leaning down over him you pressed your hands to his chest and tweaked his nipples, earning yourself the sweetest moan to ever grace your ears.

“Forgive me if I’m misreading where this was going,” you said, grinding your hips downward and letting him feel the wetness seeping through the thin fabric of your panties and pajama bottoms, “but I’m under the impression you want to fuck me.”

He groaned and bucked upwards as you pulled yourself up to his face and placed a soft kiss to his forehead. His eyes were dark with lust and unfocused and his body was hot beneath you. He shuddered and closed his eyes as you sucked a small hickey onto his neck.

“You’re under the e-exact right impression I’d say,” he stuttered as you pulled away. You smiled sweetly at him and pressed a kiss to his lips, softy at first you allowed him entry into your mouth, coaxing his tongue forward with yours. It took mere moments for the kiss to become fervent, heated and needy, you swallowed every moan he gave you and returned them with enthusiasm. 

Pulling away a string of saliva connected your lips for a brief moment before breaking. You sat back and ground yourself down onto him, making you both moan and tremble. Pushing downward your wet cunt soaked the front of his pants as beads of precum dampened the fabric around his tip.

“You know,” you said salaciously as you pulled yourself off of him making him whine at the loss, “I think I like you well enough to take this upstairs, what’s say you?”

He nodded his approval and allowed you to pull him up off the couch and up to your bedroom.

***NO REALLY, VERY NS//FW CONTENT BELOW SO DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU”RE A MINOR OR UNWILLING TO SEE SUCH CONTENT***

It took a non-insignificant amount of preparation and foreplay before you were able to fit the whole of his dick inside of you, but you did manage despite your previous doubts. Up close it was hard to not be intimated by the size of him, and though he offered to simply go down on you, you were determined to have him in you.

Once he was finally, mercifully completely inside you he allowed you several minutes to accommodate his length, grinding slowly inside you and letting you get used to being completely filled to near breaking point. He was patient with you, but as soon as you started sighing and rolling your hips he picked up the pace and began to fuck you in earnest.

The weight of his body above you held you in place as he fucked you into the mattress, his heavy cock splitting you open with each thrust, causing your cunt to leak and moans more pornographic than you thought you were capable of to escape your kiss-swollen lips.

A rough thumb pressed and rubbed your clit with perfect pressure as his other hand grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. He groaned as he pounded into your tight cunt, the head of his cock hitting your g-spot with every thrust. It wasn’t long before you felt your orgasm overcome you and you threw back your head as wave after wave of pleasure crashed against your body, your cunt clenching around his length and drenching the sheets below you.

He slowed down, allowing you to ride out and and come down from your high. Releasing your wrists he framed your body with his arms and caught your lips in  a kiss, his hips slowly circled and pressed deeper into you, overstimulating your already fucked-out cunt and making you squirm beneath him.

You felt another orgasm building as he continued his slow and deep fucking of your tight pussy, reveling in every inch of your tight heat wrapped around him. His groans were vulgar in their expression of his pleasure, making it very clear how obscenely he was enjoying your wet cunt. You clenched and squirmed and moaned beneath him, hoping to drive him over the edge but it only succeeded in increasing his arousal impossibly higher and intensifying his gratification.

He didn’t break under your attempts to drive him to orgasm, only softly chuckling at your pitiful moans and pressing soft kisses to your temple as you felt a second climax swiftly growing. He was determined to see you finish twice, to fuck a second orgasm out of you, and whether you wanted to or not your body was going to let him.

You clenched and gasped as stars erupted behind your eyes and your second orgasm overcame you. Your body trembled as you came down from your high and he sped up, now focused solely on using your dripping cunt to pleasure himself. He grabbed your hips roughly and brought you down on his cock repeatedly until he was coming, finishing deep inside you with a harsh groan.

You lay panting for a long while afterwards, reveling in the afterglow with one another. It was several long moments before you noticed he was hardening again inside of you. It seemed like you’d be here for longer than you’d previously anticipated.

Not that you were complaining, of course.

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can you do hcs for a fem!reader walking in on mondo, taka, kaito, fuyuhiko, souda, and korekiyo while they’re jacking off and moaning the reader’s name? love the blog!!

YESSS...ok I may have gone a bit overboard but I just love this trope sm... N*FW// BELOW THE CUT

Mondo Oowada

-He’s trying to stifle his moans as he pumps his cock, but he can’t help but let your name slip from his lips as he imagines you’re the one doing it, “F-fuck, Y/N...”

-When he hears a gasp he realizes that you had opened his door. And heard him moan your name. Shit.

-He goes beet red. Stuttering, his cock is still in his hand, goddamnit, and he covers it up with a pillow

-If it’s earlier in the relationship, he yells at you, honestly. But it’s just because he’s embarrassed (and internally really nervous for how you’ll view him after this), and you know that

-If it’s further in the relationship, he takes a moment before putting on a cocky grin and asking if “you gonna fuckin’ help me out here, or what?” (He’s internally so nervous, still, and you can tell by how aggressive his voice sounds)

-You’ll grin and saunter over to him, asking teasingly if he wants some help? He seemed to be doing just fine without you a couple seconds ago, after all...

-“Don’t fuckin’ tease me.” Tries to act tough but as soon as you move the pillow covering him and grasp his cock he basically putty in your hands. He isn’t that loud, he’s mostly grunting and panting, but he’s rutting into your hand while you slowly pump him

-It doesn’t take long for him to cum as you start moving quicker, leaning in to sloppily kiss him. He groans into your mouth as he cums, hips twitching up into your hand one last time before settling down 

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

-Feels so guilty for jacking off to you. It just feels so dirty, but here he is, panting and trying to quiet his whines of your name as he grinds into his own hand

-He can’t help but imagine it’s you, smiling at him as you grasp his cock and start pumping it and- “O-oh, Y/N...” 

-His eyes fly open as he hears you- actually you- gasp from his doorway. He almost chokes on his own spit, hurrying to cover himself with a blanket 

-He’s immediately apologizing to you, and he’s tearing up from how embarrassed he is and he is trying so hard to ignore how much more turned on he is from you catching him because it’s so- so immoral!! 

-And then his mind offers the idea of you helping him finish, which is NOT helping!

-Then you start walking over to him, a small smile on your face (and something in your eyes that he can’t read), reassuring him that it’s okay, it’s natural!

-Your hand hovers over his twitching cock, and you ask him if he wants some help...? He nearly faints, his face is burning, but God he’s so hard and he can hardly think straight, so he chokes out a “p-please”

-You lift the blanket, and as soon as your hand wraps around his dick he lets out a loud moan and bucks into your hand. You start pumping him, picking up the pace and smiling at him just like he imagined and it doesn’t take long for him to cum, panting heavily and letting out a loud whine of your name

Kaito Momota

-He’s stroking his cock fast and hard, moaning under his breath as he bucks up into his hand. He pants, throwing his head back and moaning, “Fuck, yes, Y/N...” as he imagines it’s you holding his cock, rubbing him in just the right way-

-When he opens his eyes and sees you standing in the doorway, shocked, he nearly dies on the spot. He goes bright red, covering himself with his blanket

-He tries to laugh it off, “H-hey, Y/N, guess you caught me at a bad time, huh?” He’s rubbing the back of his head and avoiding your gaze

-When you shut the door and walk over to him, grinning, he feels his cock twitch. Were you going to...? No, no way. Then you sit on the bed beside him and slyly offer to help him out

-He’s shocked and. Very turned on. He’ll grin at you and gladly accept. When you move the blanket and lightly grasp his dick, he groans 

-Not exactly loud, but he definitely isn’t quiet. He has no shame in letting you know just how good you make him feel. “Fuck, yeah, baby... k-keep going, ah...” 

-Leans in to make out with you while you jerk him off, moaning into your mouth and letting his hips grind into your hand without hesitation

-With you actually stroking him instead of just his imagination, he builds up to an orgasm rather quickly. Lets his head fall onto your shoulder as he cums, gasping and rutting into your still moving hand

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

-Stroking his cock rather quickly and harshly as he thinks about you. Your body, your lips, your hands, oh god, your hands- grasping his cock and stroking him as you press kisses to his neck... “F-fuck! Y/N, fuck, keep going!”

-He nearly screams when he hears an actual voice call out his name, whipping his head to see you. Oh fuck. His face is on fire, he’s grabbing anything to cover himself

-“Sh-shit! Y/N! I-I-” he’s torn between his need to yell because of how embarrassed he is and apologizing. You cut him off by smiling and walking over to him

-You reassure him that it’s alright, it’s technically your fault for walking in unannounced. Though if he wants... you smirk, you can help him out...? 

-He’s stunned, before pulling out his cocky grin (though by the blush on his cheeks, you can tell he’s still flustered) and gesturing towards his lap with an open hand

-When you take off whatever is covering his dick and teasingly brush your fingers along it, he’ll grunt and tell you to “stop teasing me, goddamnit”. You’ll finally start stroking his cock, alternating between the harsh pace you’d seen as you walked in and a slow, languid one

-Isn’t that loud, but he grunts and pants a lot. He tries to hold back from bucking into your hand, but he can’t help himself when you tease him with the slower pace

-He’s a goner once you start sucking on his neck, letting out a groan and letting himself fall into just feeling you. He cums soon after that, gasping into your ear and thrusting into your hand

Kazuichi Souda

-He tries to hide the fact that he’s jacking off to the thought of you, but he’s just... so unintentionally loud

-So when he lets out a moan of “Yeah, just like that Y/N...” as he starts picking up speed, it’s no surprise that you’re in the doorway, surprisedly calling out his name

-Really embarrassed. He screams and covers himself up. “O-oh, hey Y/N, whatcha doin’ here? Eheheh...” He’s so embarrassed (but a part of him is... really turned on by the idea of you catching him jerking off to you...)

-Once he realizes that you definitely heard and saw him, he starts apologizing. You walk over to him and take whatever he’s using to cover his cock, and he is sputtering. Beet red. 

-Ask him teasingly if he wants some help? Your fingers are just barely brushing against his dick. His hips twitch, and he sighs before realizing what you’d just said. “Wh- r-really? Hell yeah!” You giggle before running your fingers along his cock, making him gasp

-Whines as soon as you wrap your fingers around it. He can’t help but thrust into your palm, groaning loudly. 

-His mind is going blank, honestly. He’s so overwhelmed by what’s happening, the feeling of your hand wrapped around him so firmly and pumping him as his eyes roll to the back of his head

-His eyes roll back down and make eye contact with you, who’s smirking at him oh so teasingly as his hips lift to try and meet your hand, and he cums almost immediately, throwing his head back into his pillow 

Korekiyo Shinguji

-No shame. This man has no shame. He’s a bit flustered at first, but that’s it. He’s pumping his cock nice and slow, imagining you’re the one teasing him, whispering in his ear...

-When “you” suddenly start moving much, much quicker he lets out a gasp and a quiet moan of your name, “Oh! Ah, Y/N...”

-His head snaps to the door, eyes widening when he hears you sputter. When he sees it’s you, he just gets smug at how flustered you look

-Makes no attempt to cover himself, he just slows back down to a teasing rate and looks at you expectantly, “Oh, my... What an intimate situation you’ve caught me in. What will you do?” 

-...you’ll go over and help him, of course. He’s giving you these bedroom eyes and stroking his cock so enticingly, how could you do anything else?

-Lets go of his cock as you sit on the bed and gently wrap your fingers around it. He sighs as you slowly jerk him off, hips twitching ever so slightly

-He’ll give you breathy praises, “Yes, just like that...” “That feels splendid, Y/N...”

-You edge him a lot, it’s not hard for him to almost cum when you’re the one stroking him, and when you finally let him cum he moans louder than anything you’ve heard from him so far

#Anonymous #n*sw// #danganronpa #mondo oowada #kiyotaka ishimaru #kaito momota #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #kazuichi souda #korekiyo shinguji #mondo oowada x reader #kiyotaka ishimaru x reader #kaito momota x reader #fuyuhiko kuzuryu x reader #kazuichi souda x reader #korekiyo shinguji x reader #danganronpa x reader #v3 #goodbye despair #thh #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa scenarios #imagines #scenario #headcanons

[cherry-gemz]

Valentine Imagine: John Wick x You

Warnings: Smut, N*FW, 18+ only 💋

A/N: This has been in drafts for some time, oh well xo

John winced as he lay on the cold concrete.

Rain had poured heavily that night and soaked him through as he pained through reaching for his phone. 

Tonight was supposed to be a special night. It was Valentine's; He had made plans, reservations at a local French restaurant.

Unfortunately things went sideways and he luckily handled the situation. 

But now, he was laying in a ditch in some alleyway and late for dinner. 

He pressed the speed dial and it went to your phone. 

"John?"

"Y/N," he rasped. His voice hoarse and exhausted. 

"Baby, you okay? Where are you?"

"Gonna need a raincheck for dessert, doll," he replied and spit out blood. 

"Omigosh, John. Where are you? Are you safe?"

"Yeah...I'm…"

"John?"

"I'm sorry that I couldn't be there, baby."

"Baby, I don't give a damn about that. Tell me where you are and I'll be there. "

"Lafayette Street and Broadway," he responded and clutched the cell phone against his chest. 

An hour later you had managed to help him off the street and get him in your apartment. 

You slowly laid him on the couch and unbutton his bloodstained shirt. 

He grimaced and seethed through his teeth as you assessed and cleaned his wounds. 

You were no novice to blood as your medical training as a veterinarian, but it was always different with him. 

You were both quiet as you finished off the stitches on his forearm. 

He brushed a tendril away from your face and a tear fell down your cheek. 

He rubbed the tear away with his thumb and you gently kissed his hand. 

He was not known for his softer side, he had to love each day on edge and always watching his back as the powerful assassin he was.

But with you, things were different. He wanted to enjoy life, live free from the shackles that his occupation restrained him in. 

"Y/N," he whispered as more tears streamed down your face. 

"I'm okay, John."

"But you're not…"

He looked at your doe like eyes, your red stained lips accentuated your features. 

The sapphire blue dress you wore for the evening was now stained with blood and sweat. 

“It’s just...I was really worried this time. Usually you give me a call if you’re running late and...my mind just went there.”

He tsked as he motioned you to come closer. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m sorry. I really wanted to be there tonight. Know that I wouldn’t have kept you waiting had it not been important.”

You nod in agreement; it had almost been a year of you two being together and while you knew his occupation was, well deadly, tonight made it all more real and your feelings for him deepened. 

"Shame how I didn't get to see you in this dress at dinner."

You chuckle slightly as you straddle his lap paying close attention to his bruising and wounds. 

His strong and lean body glowed under the dim lighting of your apartment, and you ran your hands along his arms, careful to not touch his stitches.

The heat between your legs grew and you wrapped your arms around his neck as he kissed the inner part of your wrist. 

His hands wandered down the small of your back, slowly unzipping your dress. 

You hitched a breath and bit your bottom lip as the release of the zipper dropped your dress down to your waist. 

"Why, Mr. Wick. One would think you're trying to take advantage here."

"Not at all. But I do feel I need to make it up to you for tonight ," he said in a deep baritone voice. 

You hum in response as he grasps the globes of your ass and you lay a searing kiss upon his lips. 

Your fingers make quick work with his leather belt and you unbuckle his slacks to find his excitement well worth the wait.

He hungrily kisses you and moved his strong, calloused hand to your inner thigh, cascading it to your center. 

You moan to his touch and you delve your own fingers into his pants, gripping his member. 

You jut your hips forward as his thumb rubs against you in tantalizing circles over the fabric of your panties.

"Don't tease, John," you plead. 

"Never," he replies and his digits encircle your folds.

You loll your head back and close your eyes as you envision him entering you. 

Your hand pumps him up and down as he moans your name. 

Just as you reach you high he stops and pulls his touch away. 

You mew at the distance and he wags his finger at you. 

"Must be patient…"

You grab his finger and slowly suck on it, never relenting your gaze. 

This sends him in a frenzy knowing you taste yourself and he grabs your hips so that you sink in, fully sheathing yourself within. 

"John…!"

"Shhh…," he chided as he grunts softly with you taking him all in. 

"No…" you reply, looking him dead in the eyes. 

He’s typically the one in charge, but tonight you’re calling the shots.

"What did you say?" 

"I said no...I will not be quiet tonight.You made me wait.”

His brow arched and he playfully grabs a fist of your hair around his hand. 

"Is that so?" He continues to thrust you up and down. 

"I'm going to do what I want tonight."

He smiles devilishly and sucks on your neck as his finger reenters you and you groan. 

"And what exactly is that?" He asks as you ride him and he thrusts deeper inside you. 

You whine in desperation as his ministrations become more intense. 

"I'm...going to make sure you'll be the one who can't keep quiet."

He growls and it reverbates from your neck as he scrapes his teeth lightly on your supple skin.

"Remember who you're talking to, Y/N…"

"Oh, I know," you reply. "I'll be a good girl, John.”

#sub! #john wick #john wick x you #keanu reeves imagine #keanu reeves #smut #valentine #dom!

[farcry5]

but you always were what i came here for

pairing: jacob seed x deputy (theo ward) summary: no-cult au. Jacob spends his nights at the local bar after falling for a certain woman who has been in too many bar fights to count. warnings: alcohol and smoking of course. language. john. but it’s mostly soft. slight ns/fw just in case lol

a/n: anyways loving the idea of john and faith acting like old ladies who love knowing all the gossip and drama that goes around hope county... ---------------

She was always there, late in the night at the only bar in town- the only moderately proper bar in all of Hope County. Tall and beautiful, long black hair falling down her back in waves. She would drink heavily, dance in groups or alone, and laugh with friends and strangers alike. 

There was something alluring about her that pulled people in. Jacob had never even spoken with her before, but he could feel that pull, stronger than ever.

Inside, she was so alive and full of charm, flirting unapologetically and as rowdy and unruly as the country men that crowded around her. There were a few times she had either stopped a bar fight or started one, throwing punches hard enough to knock a drunk out cold. 

Outside, she’d sit on a chair with a cigarette between her lips, staring at nothing, all the life gone in an instant. Quiet and distant, only responding when someone told her goodbye as they walked out of the bar.

He had sat with her a couple of times, in an oddly comfortable silence that he found himself completely lost in. Neither would move for hours, just sitting outside the noisy bar, smoking or drinking without a word. Once, she jolted from her trance and looked around, sent him a gentle smile and ran her fingers through her hair. She had sighed heavily, flicked her cigarette onto the concrete and muttered a soft ‘good night’ to him as she left.

Jacob had been entranced ever since and he’d lie awake every night, thinking about the way her hair would fall over her shoulders, the curve of her lips when she’d smile, the way her body would move as she danced, the sadness in her eyes in the glow of the flame as she lit her last cigarette. The sound of her voice would ring in his ears as he finally manages to drift to sleep, even if only for a couple of hours. 

John and Faith had been constantly bothering him about why he frequented the Spread Eagle every night now, when he hardly interacted with anyone in town, but he could never manage to tell them. 

So the next night, they showed up, much to not only his, but to everyone’s surprise. Mary May watched the two walk in, eyeing them curiously. Theo and her group consisting of Hurk Jr., Sharky Boshaw, Jess Black, and Eli Palmer all paused their conversation to see the unexpected guests. 

John walked in with a rather bored expression as his eyes scanned over every patron of the bar. Faith looked sweet and innocent but Jacob knew there was something mischievous under that smile of hers. The bar was full of people tonight, so they were on the hunt for the only reason Jacob was here.

As soon as they sat down at his table, the attention was gone like they had never interrupted in the first place. Yet, Jacob noticed Theo watching them and he couldn’t help but stare back, at least until Eli touched her arm and she looked away. 

“Oh brother,” John smirks, still taking in the atmosphere. “You look more out of place here than I thought. Still, you fit in better than either of us could.” 

Faith hummed and turned to him. “You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself. I almost imagined you were actually talking to people.”

“Dancing, even.” John interjects.

“No, definitely not that.”

Jacob rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his drink he had left untouched. “Shut it. Why are you two even here?”

Their sister gets up to go get drinks from the bar, while John leans back in his seat. “We just wanted to know what would make the unsociable and grumpy Jacob Seed leave his house every night for two weeks. I had some ideas, but they seemed more my style than yours. Faith was worried you were becoming an alcoholic, yet, that looks like your first drink.” 

A commotion at the bar causes Jacob to turn away from his brother, watching as Theo talks with Faith, laughing together while she keeps the cousins at bay and away from the younger woman. Theo speaks to Mary May for a moment, to which Mary May scoffs and shakes her head, but pours more drinks. 

Faith finally returns, a drink in each hand and she sits down, beaming. “That woman, she’s so funny. Sometimes I forget she’s a sheriff's deputy.” 

“Isn’t she on leave? Something about showing up to work drunk, I think.” John hums in thought, his dark eyes following the woman as Hurk Jr. pulls her to the small dance floor. 

“I thought it was because she got into a fight while in uniform and smashed a man’s windows.”

He knew little about her, only what his brothers grieved about, since she was the one that arrested Joseph for one little accident. Jacob sighs and attempts to tune the two out, listening to the music that doesn’t sound so obnoxious anymore, watching as the woman who seemed to be the topic of everyone’s conversation lately, dances with her friend. 

She was beautiful even then, under the hand painted colored lights, sweat trailing down her neck and strands of her hair clinging to her skin. Her movements were clumsier tonight, the alcohol hitting her harder than he had seen it, but at the same time, she was more sober than most of the people around. 

When he looks back at John, there’s a knowing gleam in his eyes and he smiles, raising a brow, but doesn’t say a word. He may have been freed from answering questions for tonight, but he knew John wouldn’t let him carry on in secret forever.

The rest of the night was spent with Jacob having to suffer through John and Faith’s constant chatter, listening to drunkards sing terrible karaoke, and trying to drown his newfound feelings which never seemed to want to die. His siblings grew tired and eventually left, leaving Jacob alone with the off-duty officer and her dwindling group of friends. Sharky was passed out at the bar, Hurk Jr. was in the bathroom for what seemed like eternity, while Jess and Eli had left around an hour ago. Jacob had noticed the soft touches from Eli that Theo had received all night, but chose to ignore whatever meaning they could hold.

The night ended with Theo and Jacob sitting outside in silence like usual, but something was off. Theo was restless, leg bouncing as she smoked and stared off into the night. He watched her out of the corner of his eye, waiting for her next move, which came sooner than expected and completely out of left field.

“Do you want to go home with me?” 

Jacob turns to look at her, slightly shocked to see her staring back at him. There was no one else there and she wasn’t on the phone, so she was definitely asking him. The silent gazing lasts far longer than needed, but he isn’t sure how to answer. 

Theo laughs, shaking her head quickly. “Sorry, you can forget that.” 

However, Jacob stands and pulls his keys from his pocket. “Should we go now?” 

Her blue eyes watch him for a moment and then she jumps up, pulling her keys from her pocket. He follows behind her on the drive to her home, which isn’t far as she had told him and it’s not long until he’s walking through her front door and she’s pulling him in for a kiss. 

Jacob welcomes it, his boot kicking the door shut and his hands holding her against him. He takes in the way she tastes, the way she feels and smells and her soft moans as his fingers grip her waist. He’s pinning her against the wall as her hands slide over his throat to the back of his neck. 

Theo pushes off the wall, tugging him by the shirt into her slightly messy living room, seating him on the couch. Without a moment to spare, she was on top of him, kissing him hungrily with her hips grinding against his. As she tugs on his belt, she smiles against his lips and starts to chuckle, leaning against his shoulder.

He frowns, hands moving over her thighs to hold her waist, attempting to pull her back. “What’s so funny?” 

“I’m sorry,” Theo gazes at him and smiles, fingers grazing over his jaw. “I was just thinking how funny it was that we always saw each other at the bar but only now-” She can’t finish her sentence, tilting her head as she tugs his belt again, knuckles brushing against his stomach.

“I hate that bar.” Jacob grumbles quietly and then sighs as he settles back into the couch cushions. It wasn’t an honest truth, but all and all, he wasn’t there for any other reason. 

Theo’s smile slowly vanishes and she leans away, blue eyes narrowing at him. “You do? Then why did you go every night?” 

A familiar moment of silence settles over the two as they stare at one another with mixed emotions. She’s confused and slightly hurt, but the lust and hunger was still there. However, Jacob was completely memorized and dazed the longer he watched her, his heart jumping in excitement at every movement. 

“For you.” Was his soft reply, wondering if it was something he would have ever said sober or to anyone else. Words more romantic than a man like him was capable of. 

Theo takes a breath, blinking and then moving her hand at his waist to under his shirt. “Really?” He nods and places his hand over her wrist as she moves up his torso. She smiles again, softer, and leans down, lips close to his. “I’m glad you showed up.” 

The corner of his mouth pulls into a small smirk and his lips are light against her skin. He hums and closes his eyes, placing his hand on the small of her back and moving her closer against him. 

“We usually bar hop and I don’t always go out-” She sighs in content as he places slow kisses against her throat. “I stayed every night to see if you’d be there.” 

Jacob smiles and makes his way back to her lips, careful and steady, savoring the sharp taste of cinnamon whiskey. “I’m glad you did.”

#i wrote something??? wow #far cry fic #jacob seed #theo ward #oc fic* #i hope this is good yall know i'm too soft #i know i don't write jacob right but whatever #this is more self-indulgent than anything

[nejiraez]

boy, interrupted | bakugou katsuki

summary: bakugou manages to sneak his s/o away for some alone time. however, the universe thinks otherwise thus leading to a series of unfortunate events where he gets interrupted every. damn. time. you take it with a grain of salt, but bakugou is less than pleased~

warnings: GETS A BIT SUGGESTIVE. BLOCK THE TAG (just in case): ns//fw, even though it isn’t heavily used here, its to be safe 

since im currently 18, CHARACTERS ARE 18/IN CLASS 3A

tags: @lleggs because that ASK sent back in dec was the spark of this just put a bt of a twist~ and @charvaughn-writes (because i remember you commenting to tag u if it was written!)  

Bakugou liked being close to you. Emotionally, intellectually, all that. 

But most of all, he enjoyed being physically close to and with you.

Whether it’d be through the form of hands brushing together, hugs, kisses or sleeping together, he gradually began to be more willing to sharing his affections with you.

All sat well with him as long as it wasn’t obnoxious forms of PDA.

This was why the two of you were currently locked away in his room engaging in a make-out session which all stemmed from when he was supposed to help you with your final project in your third year.

You were straddled on your boyfriend’s lap as you let him take the lead and pace of things. Wanting to go further, he glides a hand underneath your shirt, rubbing small circles on your sides. His fingertips skate across your skin, causing goosebumps to rise on the surface. 

Yet, something pulls you away much to his dismay.

A knock at the door.

You make a move to pry yourself off from the male, however, he encircles his arms around your waist and keeps a tight hold.

Katsuki shakes his head, his eyes were half-lidded with grave desire. “Come back here,” he murmurs as he draws your face back to him again. He slips himself back into your mouth and proceeds to kiss you again.

He had hoped that the longer he ignored the knocking, the person would catch the hint and go away. But of course, luck doesn’t seem to be on his side.

Bakugou pulls away from your lips and glares at the door from over your shoulder. “For fuck's sake,” he curses, he was beginning to grow impatient each time the sound resonated throughout the room.

Bakugou growls in agitation at the fact that he now would have to leave his spot on the bed to go answer the door for the dumbass on the other side.

He lifts your hips off his and hisses at the lost contact. He spares you one last kiss to your jaw before he hoists himself off the mattress and stalks towards the door where the knocking was still persistent.

“What the fuck do you want??” He asks, barely opening the door for Kaminari to peer into his dimly lit room. He left it ajar to the point where the electric blond was only able to see Katsuki’s harsh vermillion eyes glaring back at him.

“Hey! I was wondering if I could borrow your notes for next week’s test...” He began, but his brows scrunch in confusion once he digests the sour expression on his friend’s face. “But you seem to be... um... busy?”

Katsuki’s eyes squint in scrutiny as he watches uncertainty wash over the male’s face. “What do you think,” he slightly cracks the door for him to peer in.

“Oh...” Kaminari says, slowly putting two and two together as his golden eyes dart from you seated on Katsuki’s bed to his friend’s dishevelled hair, light bruises scattered on his neck and the sweats which hung dangerously low on his hips. “OHH! Well, shit!”

“Yeah.”

Kaminari’s cheeks flush an embarrassed red as he reaches a hand towards the back of his neck to sheepishly rub at it. “Didn’t know, dude. You uh... keep doing what you’re doing - !”

“Shut the fuck up,” Bakugou mutters under his breath at his friend’s lack of self-awareness. He clicks his tongue in annoyance and reaches for his door handle to shut him out.

“Get. Lost.” And with that, he forcefully slams the door closed in his face. This effectively sent the message through that his presence was definitely not needed, nor was it welcomed.

Maybe it was luck but the majority of class 3-A went out for the weekend doing God knows what. 

Bakugou could care less as to what they did. 

Ever since that idiot, Kaminari, barged into his dorm and managed to absolutely take the mood that was set and shoot a bullet through it, Bakugou figured that he’d be more careful this time around.

Where it would be just you and him. No fuck ass idiots coming in to ask for his notes or inviting you out. 

Which was why you two were finally able to go farther than what was achieved last time. 

“Can I-” Bakugou pauses and stabilizes himself by propping one of his hands next to your head. You can see the slight tremors in his body as he tried to concentrate on the task at hand. “Can I move now?” He asked, to which you nodded your head giving him the green light.

“(Y/N),” he groaned, drawling out the last syllable of your name. He leans down and you feel one of his hands slide up from your waist and towards your back so that he may draw you closer. “You feel good.”

From the neck up you grew warm out how open your boyfriend was being with you right now. “That’s... that’s lewd, Katsuki...” 

“I- fuck-” He gasps as he buries his face into your neck. You began to notice his tone of voice has changed, for it was more hitched and whinier. As if he needed release.  

Katsuki’s breaths were beginning to grow more shallowed each time he entered you. “You’re really tight, (Y/N).”

That sentence alone caused you to break out into an embarrassed cold sweat. For him to be so open wasn’t out of the ordinary, especially when he got worked up like that.

You opened your mouth to respond, however, three sturdy knocks on your boyfriend’s door drew you away from what you were going to say.

You repeatedly pat your boyfriend’s shoulder trying to garner his gaze towards his doorway, “K-Katsuki - !”

“Yeah, I know. I’m... I’m close too,” he pants, brushing your concern off for something else. For he was too lost in the moment and focused on the task at hand to pay attention to what was going on around him.

“No, Katsuki! I mean the door-”

And on cue the door swung open, allowing light from the hallway to spill into his room. This was all followed by the familiar voice Katsuki knew all too well. Kirishima. “Oi, Bakubro! You left your phone on the - !” 

“Getoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetout. GET. OUT!” Bakugou snapped, rapidly pulling his sweats back up to his hips and threw the sheets over your head to prevent you from being exposed.

He pushed the stunned redhead out from his room and into the hallway. With the door closed, he glares at his friend who still had that same dumb expression on his face. 

Kirishima watches in complete shock and slight regret at how his buddy’s face bloomed a striking pink at the fact of being walked in on.

“What in the absolute fuck makes you think it’s okay for you to barge into my room?” Bakugou hisses. He began to tug and tie the strings of his sweats, tightening their hold on his waist.

Bakugou was livid. To be interrupted not once, but twice within the interval of 72 hours had him on edge. It was as if the universe was fucking with him.

“Well,” Kirishima swallows down the lump in his throat as he got up from his ass. Being trapped under Bakuou’s fiery gaze made him weary with what he would say next. “Your phone kept ringing out in the open and I know how you don’t like having your things messed with...”

“So you hear two people fucking and you don’t have the decency to, oh I don’t know... Leave?!!”

“I didn’t even know!”

“Bullshit!” Bakugou growls as he lunges at his best friend, who let out a pathetic scream in return. Kirishima successfully dodges his sudden attack and sprints down the hall towards the elevators.

Bakugou though, lost his interest and merely watches as he makes his sweet escape. “Idiot,” he grunts, turning his heel to head back into his room.

I’m friends with dumbasses, I swear. He had thought all while brutally slamming his door shut again for the second time that week. 

A week has passed since the two incidents have occurred. Katsuki’s classmates in 3-A were able to note an alarming change in his behaviour. For he was more irritable and his responses were snappier than usual.

And rightfully so.

“Good morning Bakugou!” Kaminari greeted, waving at his friend who sat hunched over the kitchen counter on one of the leather barstools.

Katsuki briefly glanced up from his phone at the beckon of his name. A sharp eyebrow twitched in agitation and his jaw was clenched once he sees them approaching. 

“‘Good morning Baku-’ shut the fuck up.” He mimicked before he hopped out from his seat and exited the kitchen. Clearly not wanting anything to do with his two perpetrators that have been interrupting his sessions with you.

“What’s gotten into him?” Mina questioned, watching their friend stomp out of the room, hands shoved harshly into his pockets as he muttered profanities under his breath.

“These two,” Sero begins, pointing between a flustered Kirishima and Kaminari, “have been cockblocking him this past week.”

“Unintentionally! Don’t forget ‘unintentionally’!” Kirishima added, burying his face into his hands to hide the red on his cheeks. “I never want to walk in on him like that ever again.”

Thus, the unspoken rule between the class was formed.

If you cannot find Bakugou Katsuki in the common space, kitchen area, or wherever, please, for the love of God do not go looking for him. 

Or one will either walk into a scene they wish they hadn’t or they’d face Bakugou’s intimidating presence for the rest of the week.

#bnha imagine #bnha scenario #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #original #suggestive

[dancingboba]

Sleeping In

CFWC Kinktober @choicesficwriterscreations - Day 14. Sleepy Sex | Size Difference | Phone Sex

Fictional kissing prompt - 6. lazy morning kisses before they’ve even opened their eyes, still mumbling half-incoherently, not wanting to wake up

Colt x MC | Choices Ride Or Die

Just joining in the fun for Kinktober. 

Warning: N*FW, Sex, Swearing

Wordcount: 1055

Summary: Ellie wanted to sleep in, Colt had something else in mind.

He wasn’t sure she would say yes when he asked her to move in with him. Hell, it must be a miracle that she chooses to stay with him after everything they have been through. Despite all the odds, here they are. 

It feels surreal that he gets to open his eyes and see her pretty face first thing every morning. He would never admit it out loud, but the sight of her precious sleepy form curled up in his arms every day makes him feel like the goddamn luckiest guy alive.

What has he done to deserve her?

He’s never the affectionate type. But Ellie seems to draw out this whole different side of him. Every morning, he just can’t resist peppering kisses all over her, drawing the most adorable murmurs and mumbles from her. It has become his most favourite thing to do first thing every day and a habit he’d gladly pick up for the rest of his life.

“Mm...Colt...I’m sleeping.” her face scrunching up adorably as he brushes his lips over the tip of her nose.

“Come on, I know you’re awake.” he murmurs in her ears, feeling her body shiver at the tickle of his breath. 

“It’s Saturday, let me sleep!” she complains weakly, nonetheless rolling her head to the side to give him better access to lay kisses on her neck.

That is all the encouragement he needs, dipping down to latch his lips down her jaw and neck. When his lips connect with a particularly sensitive spot, he can feel the muscles of her cheeks tugging into a smile and the vibrations from her throat as she hums appreciatively. 

“Mm...what about now?” he smirks, trailing his kisses lower and swirling his tongue just so that makes her let out a pleasurable gasp.

Yet, she still refuses to open her eyes. “...Still sleeping.”

“Hmph.” he hums, hand sliding beneath her shirt to cup her breast, fingers drawing teasing circles that draw out those irresistible moans he’d never get tired of hearing.

She starts to squirm against his touch as his hands skate down the curves of her body and edges his fingers down the waistband of her pyjama shorts, pulling them off along with her underwear.

“Mm...Colt...” she mumbles, lazily raising her arms above her head to let him remove her top, but still stubbornly keeping her eyes shut.

He lets out a low chuckle and shakes his head, her ridiculously cute act is only making him more determined to wake her. And he knows exactly how he’s going to do that. 

He places a kiss on her lips, then moved down to her collarbone and lets his tongue trail down through the valley between her breasts and down her stomach.

“Now?”

“Still sleep--Oh!” Her eyes fling wide open as his mouth reaches its target with a flick of his tongue.

Now she’s awake.

Her back immediately arches into his touch as he moves his tongue in practiced precision, eyes screwing shut again as she enjoys the waves of pleasure slamming at her.

“Coolt.” she moans, voice still raspy and lacing with sleepiness. 

He pulls back for a brief moment to take in the sight of her, cheeks flushed and every sign of her body language wanting for more.  “Colt!” she whines, hips bucking up to chase after the loss contact, “please.”

He brushes his lips over her clit before pushing a finger in, his tongue slowly tracing a path up her body as he moves his finger in and out. “Someone’s demanding.” he teases, lips busy trailing along the span of bare skin in front of him. “I thought you’re still sleeping.”

“I am...but--Coooolt!”

His other hand finds her breast, fondling and kneading at her nipple before his mouth finally reaches there and enveloping it in between his lips, gently sucking and pulling. All the while, he speeds up the hand working in between her legs, cutting her words short and leaving just frantic moans falling out of her lips. 

Her hands finally relax after clenching the bedsheets in a white-knuckled grip through her orgasm, eyes slowly batting open to focus on the smug smile on his face.

“Hm, I really wanted to sleep in today.” 

“You still can.” he hovers on top of her and captures her lips in a languid kiss. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

“But I’m tired!” she protests half-heartedly, eyes still tired but her body says otherwise as she rocks her hips against his in slow, lazy circles.

“Don’t worry, I’ll do the work.” he says, swiftly pushing his pants off. “Just lay there and enjoy.”

He rolls her over on her stomach and slips a pillow beneath her hips, kissing a teasing trail down her spine before sliding in, burying himself deep inside her. The feeling never fails to amaze him, the way her body welcomes him like it’s home, their bodies fitting so perfectly together as if they are made just for each other. 

She gasps loudly as he thrusts into her, the position giving him the perfect angle to effortlessly drive into that sweet spot over and over. He sets a steady pace, eliciting pants and screams of his name, albeit muffled by the pillows around her. His hands grab around her hips to lift them higher, angling himself to go even deeper, the sensation lighting up and overwhelming every nerve down to his toes. 

He knows she’s getting there, again, as the screams grow louder and her walls beginning to pulsate around him. She unravels once again, walls tightening around him and quickly sending him over the edge as well, leaving him light-headed and dizzy as he empties inside of her.

“Fuck, El. That was good.” he pants, collapsing beside her on top of the messy bedsheets. 

"Yeah, that was amazing.” she sighs contently, remaining comfortably in her position, eyes blinking heavily as sleepiness slowly creeps back in as she comes down from her high. “Join me for a sleep in?”

“Sounds good right now.” he presses a kiss on her forehead and loops an arm around her, pondering once again how lucky he really is before shutting his eyes and let the sound of her breathing lull him into another hour of sleep. 

Life with her is fucking good, to say the least. 

#dancingboba tries to write #cfwc kinktober #n*fw #colt x mc #colt x ellie #colt kaneko #colt kaneko x mc #ellie wheeler #choices rod #choices ride or die #colt fanfic #kissing prompts #ride or die: a bad boy romance #dancingboba #smut

[lan-zhans]

Having fun on your own | HuaLian

A/N: Excuse me but why didn't I know the fact that Hua Cheng is v e r y good in bed??? Inocent virgen Crown Prince won the lottery!

I hope you enjoy this!

Summary: [N*FW] Xie Lian has become a shameless person and there's no one to blame but The Crimson Rain Sought Flower.

Qiandeng Temple is always so quite without Hua Cheng. He does not talk much, Xie Lian is usually the one doing the talking as Hua Cheng hums, smiles and laughs in the right times. He doesn't talk much, but his absence made the temple seem empty... Like something was missing.

And Xie Lian missed him.

There were some affairs that needed his attendence, he didn't explain fully and Xie Lian didn't care so much either, after all, he was upset that Hua Cheng was going to be away from him for who knows how many hours - however, those thoughts were envious and possessive, so he quickly shook them away and didn't say anything to Hua Cheng besides wishing him a safe trip and telling him to come back soon with a warm smile and a shy kiss on the lips.

He promised he'd stay at the temple, waiting for him while doing more calligraphy exercises for Hua Cheng's demonic handwriting and cleaning up their room. He finished the exercises rather quickly and now he found himself cleaning the mess their room had become.

As soon as he started, however, he was flushing furiously when he found the black blindfold Hua Cheng liked to use on him. He quickly grabbed it and threw it back into the drawer where other silky robes and blindfolds hid, perfectly organized and waiting to be used.

Xie Lian flushed to the tip of his ears as he stared at the robes... He has forgotten how many ways Hua Cheng has tied him up to their divan, exposing his body completely to him; sometimes fully spreaded like a star, sometimes with his arms up above his head. Some other times not even in the divan, but standing on his feet, his arms tied up with a robe falling from the ceiling and-

No.

No no, that was a line of thoughts too dangerous to step in. He kicked the drawer closed and continued to clean up until he found an empty bottle of lube forgotten on the floor at the side of the bed.

Xie Lian choked on his own saliva and he coughed loudly, expecting a loud laugh coming from behind him and a playful voice teasing him about how Gege didn't even notice when Hua Cheng threw the bottle away since he was too busy moaning Hua Cheng's name as he stroked his-

Stop!

"Haa!" Xie Lian gasped when the memory of Hua Cheng's doings last night made certain part of him twitch, suddenly getting half hard. Xie Lian's face was unhealthy red - why was his body reacting in such embarrassing ways?!

Something like this never happened before.

While growing up, Xie Lian never experienced sexual desire nor got unwanted erections, after all, he never had this kind of shameful thoughts when he was young, the most important thing for him was his cultivation, his mind too focused on achieving his dream of becoming a god and save the common people to even bat an eye to his courtesans, much to his mother's dismay; so mundane pleasures were not hard to avoid and ignore for him.

He never had this kind of shameful thoughts, except for that time when he was poisoned by the Land of Tender Fragrance scent, making his body feel hot and sensitive to every single touch, but even when his mind was clouded with unwanted lust, he so desperately tried to find a way to stop the maddening sensation, not enjoying it one bit.

He never had this kind of shameful thoughts... Until Hua Cheng appeared in his life. That man not only showed him a world of endless love, devotion and trust, he also showed him a view to the world of pleasure that Xie Lian was not aware off.

And he made him addicted to it.

To his touches, his kisses and all of those filthy movements with his tongue that had Xie Lian seeing stars. He discovered and abused every single sensitive place in Xie Lian body until the Ghost King had this god crying for certain part of his. Begging him to fill his insides.

Shameless!

Xie Lian growled, feeling how that heat started to pool on his lower belly. Just by looking down, he knew he was fully erect by now, triggered by a blindfold and a tiny empty bottle... Seriously pathetic.

He'd never had this kind of thoughts before, but he so desperately needed release right now.

He let out a shaky sigh as he looked around the room, of course it was empty, but sudden movements on his arms made him flinch in surprise.

It was Ruoye.

Xie Lian gulped, his heart tightening with embarrassment. "It's- it's alright," he gently patted Rouye. "Get out, do not go too far."

Ruoye hesitated for a moment, but it eventually unwrapped itself from Xie Lian's forearms and exited the room. Xie Lian quickly shut the door close and he looked down, hoping to be back to normal.

He was not, of course.

Letting out a soft growl he walked to the divan, but before he could jump in, he stopped, looking down at himself again... Perhaps... He should take his clothes off. His rational mind didn't work anymore, he acted on instincts and needs and desires and in a blink of an eye, he was fully naked and laying on his back on the bed.

His chest was heaving, moving up and down as he stared at his pulsating and twitching cock; in an instant, his hands wrapped around the base of his shaft and he stroked up once.

"Mn!" He shuddered heavily at the sensation and he stroked back down without a second thought, gasping when he hit that particularly sensitive spot that Hua Cheng liked to abuse when he was feeling a bit mean and way too teasy.

Hua Cheng.

He was always so good to Xie Lian. Loving him, adoring him, worshipping him; making him feel good in mind, body and soul. Always so tender and full of love, taking him in his arms and showering his face with loving kisses... then savage, staring at Xie Lian with a hungry and lustful eye, licking his lips as if Xie Lian was the most delicious prey of all, and he was.

And Xie Lian knew he was.

He was so ready to be eaten raw by the Ghost King if that was what he wanted. He was ready to be the lewd victim that Hua Cheng desired, becauss Xie Lian also desired him. Tenderly, fiercely, lovingly, lustfully, he also desired him.

He kept stroking himself, his breathing quickening as he bit the inside of his cheek to keep his noises in check. He closed his eyes, flicking his cock with one hand as he gripped the blankets with the other.

He thought about Hua Cheng, (he always thought about Hua Cheng), touching him teasingly and tortuously and the mere memory of him sliding his finger down his spine just to rile him up, was enough to almost send him over the edge, so close to his climax, so close, so close, so close, but he didn't want to reach it just yet; so he stopped his strokes and the filthiest of whines left his lips as his hips desperately thrusted against his will.

He left his hardened cock stick up, trembling and hanging over his stomach, dripping a ridiculous amount of precum against his heated skin. He bit his lip and before he could shake the nasty thought away, he started to rub his fluids all over his torso - his hips, his stomach, chest and neck.

It was sticky and almost uncomfortable, but he could only care about that single sentence repeating inside his head like a mantra: 'San Lang would lick it off. San Lang would lick it off. San Lang would lick it off. So lick it off!'

But San Lang was not there, not even his butterflies and he was so thankful that E-Ming either, he was just like a child.

He was not there, so Xie Lian had to take care of everything himself. Sticking two fingers into his mouth, he soaked them with his warm saliva until it dribbled down the palm of his hand, and started to brush them against his skin, imagining it was Hua Cheng's long and cold tongue.

It was ridiculous, but he was desperate and needy and hypersensitive...

He was ticklish, he had always been aware of that fact, he knew about it, he knew where and how certain touches made him cackle like a mad man, but only when Hua Cheng tagged alone, he found out that not only his body was full of ticklish spots, but also erogenous places that had him moaning Hua Cheng's name out, pathetically.

His damp fingers went for those spots as his other hand reached down to stroke himself some more, completely avoiding to touch the tip of his cock because he knew that'd make him come undone. He didn't want to cum yet.

He reached up to play with his left ear a little, tugging at the the lobe until he was whimpering softly; he moved down the side of his neck, leaving a trail of saliva behind his touch. He scratched his collabones and rubbed his chest, avoiding his hard nipples because they'd also make him cum too fast.

Xie Lian arched his back as his own fingers travelled down, dipping into his bellybutton and following all the way down. He dared to touch the tip with his filthy fingers and he arched his back off the bed, his legs trembling as he felt dangerously close.

But it was not enough! It was not enough and tears of both pleasure and desperation fell from the corners of his eyes. He needed, he needed-

"Gege? Are you alright? What's wrong?" Hua Cheng soft voice sounded so close to his ear and he flinched, moaning loudly.

"Gege?"

His hands worked faster than his mind, only when he heard Hua Cheng's voice he realized he had pressed his fingers against his temple and had prayed that awfully embarrassing password almost incoherently.

"Tease me," he pleaded, more lewd sounds filling the room.

"En?"

"Goodness, please t-tease me San Lang! I'm- I'm-"

"Is Gege touching himself?" That tone in his voice made Xie Lian moan loudly. "I thought Gege said he was going to make more calligraphy exercises for me."

Xie Lian turned on his side and the hand that was simply gripping the blankets came to his mouth; he licked his shaky fingers desperately and when he thought they were damped enough, he pushed then inside him.

He never did that before, it felt weird and his arm hurt for twisting like that, but he flicked his wrists in, moving his fingers around just like Hua Cheng did.

"Gege is being really naughty, is he not?"

Xie Lian could hear the smirk on his lips and he sobbed. "I- I did-"

"He said that, but instead, he's touching himself in our bed while his husband is not there," Xie Lian's hips trusted like crazy as he pumped himself with his hand. "And, on top of that, he is keeping me from finishing my work so I can come back quickly back home."

Xie Lian moaned again when he finally found his favorite spot inside him. He teased it with the tips of his fingers over and over, sending shivers up his spine.

Hua Cheng was not able to hear his filthy sounds. It was a shame.

"I just... San Lang, I just..."

Hua Cheng chuckled and Xie Lian shuddered. He'd heard that chuckle before, when Xie Lian was begging so pathetically for him to fill him up. Always begging, always taking.

"I thought our playtime last night was enough to satisfy His Highness for at least all day," he said casually. "But I think I was wrong since Gege is not behaving so well right now. I think this lowly devote has to punish His Highness for misbehaving."

A Ghost King punishing a god. Xie Lian was drunk in that delicious thought.

"Maybe I'll use a blindfold on His Highness so he can't see where I'm touching next."

"S-San Lang! Oh!"

"I know how much His Highness likes to cum inside San Lang's mouth, too, but this is a punishment, so San Lang will have to stop everytime he feels like His Highness is about to cum."

"Please, please please please!"

"His Highness also gets so desperate when I finger that tender spot inside him." At his words, Xie Lian presses that spot harshly, making himself cry out in pleasure. "He always begs me to 'put it in' when I touch him there mercilessly. I might as well make His Highness cum over and over with just my fingers rubbing that spot."

A part of his mind, one that wasnot clouded by the this crazy pleasure, wondered if he was being heard in the Ghost City. Somehow... That thought made his cock tremble in his hand.

"That will be his punishment," Hua Cheng said nonchalantly, "but I'm sure His Highness would be enjoying himself way too much, wouldn't you, Gege?"

"Nnngaaah! San Lang!"

Xie Lian's eyes rolled back, his back arched and cum spurted out forcefully as he trembled uncontrollably with pleasure.

He came and came and came and touched himself until he was twitching like crazy at the overstimulation. The corners of his councious becoming blurry as if he was about to pass out, to ascend to heaven for the fourth time or to fall into the depths of hell.

It felt so good. How can it feel so good? He can't get enough.

More.

"Hmm? Did Gege come because I was explaining his punishment?" Hua Cheng's voice brought him back from his stupor as he laid on the divan, boneless and trembling softly. "Gege can be so nasty some times."

"San Lang, please come back soon."

"Mhm, I'm right here, His Highness."

Xie Lian turned around to see Hua Cheng standing on the entrence, a smirk pulling at his lips and his eye looking hungrily at the god laying on the bed, covered in cum and sweat and tears and insatiable desire.

"San Lang..."

"I hope Gege is ready for his punishment."

"Mn. This god is ready."

Xie Lian never had felt sexual desire, but after meeting Hua Cheng, he didn't wish to have sexual desire for anyone else.

#Tian Guan Ci Fu #TGCF #HuaLian #Hua Cheng #Xie Lian #spicy #my writing #my fic

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A little help | BoKuroAka (n$fw)

Or “Lewd Side” pt. 2

A/N: Aaahh, I'm sorry for the long, long wait, Dani ( @danibby )! I honestly had so much trouble writing this because I felt the pressure of "Lewd Side" sjdkdkf, but it’s here now and I hope it meets your expectations!

Thank you very much for your support ☕!!

Summary: Akaashi woke up with a headache after partying the night before with his lovers, but it seems that he’s forgetting something big that happened last night?!

Words: 5791 (wow! Under the cut!)

Here it is dkdnf

He still didn't even open his eyes and already felt his head throb.

He knew it wasn't a good idea to go out to that party last night; especially because Kuroo and Bokuto had been abstinent from alcohol for a few weeks now, of course they would go crazy and drag Akaashi with them.

And Akaashi could never say no to them... so these were the consequences: a headache and a blurry mind with little to no memories of the night before. 

The only thing his tired brain allowed him to remember was Bokuto whispering in his ear while the three of them were in the bathtub:

"Keiji, don't fall asleep here," Bokuto said, his lips brushing against Akaashi's ear, making him shiver even as he remembered.

Why were they in the tub?

"You should do that to wake him up," Kuroo purred behind Bokuto and a chuckle puffed against his ear.

What was that?

"I think I will," Bokuto said with a teasy tone and then Akaashi heard himself giggling, the sound making him cringe as it echoed inside his head. 

That was definitely a dream. He didn't make such sounds in his right mind and he was sure he didn't make those sounds even when drunk. No way.

But that didn't matter right now, what mattered at the moment was the fact that not only his head was hurting, but also his arms and hips; he recognized that hip pain, though, they definitely had some fun last night, but his arms, why did they ache? Even the muscles of his stomach felt tense and sore.

He thought it was weird, but he couldn't recall anything from last night and thinking so hard was not only making his temples throb, but it also chased away his sleep, forcing him to open his eyes only to discover that someone had already open the curtains and the sun filtering through the window hit him directly in the eyes, making him shut them close again.

His head didn't hurt that bad, but it was hurting and, even though he had high tolerance to pain, headaches were the worst to him. They made him slow and couldn't let him think properly and- for God's sake, what was that damn sound? 

"WAHAHAIT! T-Tehehetsu! I don't- AHAHAH! Not thehehehehere!"

Akaashi's eyes went wide immediately, the sun blinding him a little, but his eyes quickly focused on the source of that loud laughter and his breath hitched: it was Bokuto. 

Torso bare, back perfectly arched, head thrown back as loud laughter bloomed past his lips. His hands were reaching down, trying to push those hands away from his stomach, where Kuroo clawed at the tight muscles around Bokuto's belly button, right where both Kuroo and Akaashi knew Bokuto was so painfully ticklish.

Had they been right there all this time?

"Calm down, Bo. You'll wake Keiji up," Kuroo purred and Akaashi felt his insides fluttering at the teasing tone of his voice.

"I cahahahan't! Plehehehease!" Bokuto cackled in hysterics and Akaashi couldn't take his eyes off from Kuroo's hands torturing Bokuto's belly; they were almost mesmerizing, knowing the exact techniques needed to make Bokuto shriek with laughter.

What was going on? Why were they doing this so early in the morning? On the bed. With Akaashi right there!

Akaashi gulped, feeling a certain part of him starting to react at such a scene. His brain screamed at him to leave like he always did when Bokuto and Kuroo started to feel too playful, but his hangover body wouldn't move at all, it was as if he was glued to the bed.

"Oya?"

Akaashi gasped, his eyes quickly looking up, finding Kuroo looking at him and a shiver ran down his spine. Why was he smirking so much?

"Did we wake you up, Keiji?" He asked and Akaashi thought that he didn't look like a kitten right now, but more like a panther ready to jump on his prey.

A sudden thought assaulted his head: he'd seen that same look before, perhaps last night? He didn't remember, but by the way heat started to pool at his lower belly, he knew that he did see this face last night.

"I told Kou to keep quiet," he said, his eyes turning back to look at Bokuto who was losing his mind, his hysterical laughter and shrieking turning wheezy and silent. "But it looks like he's too ticklish for that, don't you think, Keiji?"

"Ohmygahahahad! Stahahahap, Tetsu!" Bokuto begged, trying to roll on his stomach.

Akaashi's mouth nearly watered. His whole body tingled, his heartbeats picked up in speed, causing his cheeks to blush brightly.

This was bad. Akaashi was usually extremely good at hiding this, after all, there had been some other times when he couldn't escape a situation like this and he could keep his poker face and just live through the whole thing, but now, his body was reacting so wildly and so different, even his mind was going a little crazy, feeling ghostly tingles around his armpits and ribs-

Oh no.

Akaashi gasped.

Could it be that… no!

"What's this?" Kuroo said and Akaashi looked at him again, his eyes a little wide. “Are you hard, Keiji?”

No. Yes… he definitely said something. As his body finally reacted and he tried to cover up his arousal, Kuroo was giving him that know-it-all grin and Akaashi felt his face burning up, his mouth going dry.

Meanwhile, Bokuto was finally shaking with silent laughter as Kuroo did that vibrating claw that had always been Bokuto's perdition, tears of laughter already running down the sides of his face as his hands held Kuroo's wrists weakly, not even trying to push him away anymore.

"Bo, Keiji is kinda getting turned on looking at me tickling you," Kuroo said, and even though Akaashi's heart was beating like crazy against his chest, his tummy fluttered as he noticed how fondly Kuroo was looking at Bokuto as he tickled him to pieces.

"Should I continue?" He asked softly and Bokuto shook his head, snorting once, twice and Kuroo finally stopped, letting the former Ace take a break.  

Akaashi wondered if he should escape right now, but he was suddenly curious about what exactly happened the night before. Did he actually confess his secret (a secret that he said he would take to his grave, mind you) to them? Did they make fun of him? Were they making fun of him right now?

No. They're not like that... Yet again, you hardly meet someone who isn't a five years old admitting that he likes to be tickled; even worse! Someone who likes to be tickled and gets off for it!

But... If he confessed and they didn't mind it... Did they actually t-t-tickle him last night and he can't remember?!

Fuck.

"K-Keheheheiji." Akaashi flinched. "You- yohohohou are s-so strong stahahanding that!" Bokuto said breathlessly as he cleaned the tears clinging to his lashes.

Kuroo laughed, sending a playful poke to Bokuto's tummy, making him giggle. "Why, of course! Keiji likes his tickles, right?" He said, wiggling his fingers at Akaashi, but Akaashi couldn't even flinch as he stared at them, blinking a couple of times and noticing how a soft pink blush started to cover their cheeks.

"Did we have... A shared dream?" Bokuto asked, looking at Kuroo.

Kuroo looked at Bokuto and then at Akaashi, also blinking a couple of times. "Hmm, could it be that you don’t... remember what happened?"

"I-" Akaashi finally found his voice, even though it sounded a little raspy, "I think I don't... Did I- What- What happened?"

The room was silent and Akaashi felt like he wanted to become one with the mattress as both his lovers looked at him intently, perhaps not believing his words.

"I'm- I'm truly sorry," Akaashi said, raising a little, his body still feeling heavy. "I'll... I'll try to remember," he quickly sat on the bed, feet touching the cold wooden floor. “Meanwhile I’ll- hah!” He gasped when he was dragged back to the bed by the shoulders and his face turned scarlet when both his lovers were looking at him with big grins.

"Oh no, Tetsu," Bokuto said. Kuroo was off him now, so he slowly started to kneel beside Akaashi. "Keiji forgot what we did!"

"That is a shame...," Kuroo answered, also finding his spot at the other side of Akaashi's body. "I think it's only fair if we remind him what we did, don't you think so, Kou?"

“I do think so,” Bokuto mumbled and Akaashi could only look at them with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Bokuto licked his lips. “You were so naughty last night, Keiji.”

“W-Wha- Naughty-

“I think I’ve never seen you acting like that before, ‘Kaashi,” Kuroo said, not letting him speak. “It was really hot.”

“I don’t- I don’t remember, so-

“Don’t worry,” Bokuto said, holding Akaashi’s hand. “You’ll remember.”

They shared a look and right in front of Akaashi’s eyes, flashed the same scene, but it was dark outside and the only thing that illuminated the room was the dim light of the moon. 

Kuroo and Bokuto moved at the same time, each grabbing one of Akaashi’s wrists and lifting his arms up towards the bedposts. Akaashi shrieked, and he heard himself giggling hysterically in his mind, again: 

“We’ve done anything yet, Keiji.”

“We’re just going to cuff you up. Why are you suddenly so jumpy?”

He shivered heavily, licking his lips when he found his lovers’ lustful eyes staring at him. 

“Does this ring any bell, Keiji?” Bokuto asked, raising one of his eyebrows as Akaashi let out a soft sigh.

It did ring a bell, but his memories were still a little blurry and messy, but now he could tell that he did share his secret, and not only that, Bokuto and Kuroo indulged him with it; to what extension? He didn't know, but they were already at it again, and Akaashi's head was starting to feel light, his heart racing against his ribs, his lower belly heating up, his cock getting harder - might as well enjoy the moment. 

He hummed, “Are you not going to cuff me up?” He asked, a teasy grin pulling at his lips: if they already knew, why would he act all shy? “I still can’t fully remember, so maybe you should continue, don’t you think?”

“Bo,” Kuroo said and Bokuto hurriedly stretched out towards the drawer to pull out the cuffs, letting out a soft squeak as he almost fell off the edge of the bed. Akaashi bit his tongue to suppress a laugh, Kuroo actually laughed and Bokuto threw a pair of cuffs at his face, making Kuroo cry and Akaashi finally let out a quick laugh.

“Don’t waste your laugh on this, Keiji,” Kuroo teased as he grabbed Akaashi’s wrists and pulled at his arm. “You’ll definitely need all of it in a moment."

Akaashi felt his belly fluttering, nervousness growing in chest, making his lips tremble before a surprised little giggle escaped his mouth when Bokuto pulled at his other arm and cuffed his wrists to the bedpost. 

"There we go," Bokuto said with a smile and Akaashi shook his head a little, biting his lower lip and reflexively pulling at his trapped arms. "Do you remember now, Keiji?"

Akaashi shook his head. He was not lying, he really did not remember 

"Ah, but it looks like your body does," Kuroo mumbled and Akaashi gasped when he felt a hand cupping his arousal, his legs immediately closing together. "Oh? These legs didn't hide anything yesterday. Are they going to be like this, 'Kaashi?"

"P-Probably."

"Well then."

Akaashi let out another giggle when his legs were suddenly pulled apart and pressed to the bed so Kuroo and Bokuto could sit on them, straddling his thighs as they leaned down, hovering over Akaashi. 

For a moment, he couldn’t actually believe that something like this happened a few hours ago. He really must’ve been out of his mind to stand the anticipation these monsters were making him feel right now. He knew Kuroo and Bokuto enjoyed to tease, but they usually never teased him that much, not even during sex.

This new side was definitely so exciting to him and he couldn't help but softly start to thrust his hips.

"What did we learn yesterday, Bo?" Kuroo suddenly asked, eyeing Akaashi with a dangerous smirk and Akaashi tensed his legs under his lovers' weight. 

"Akaashi loves getting tickled," Bokuto started, smirking just as hard. "He really, really loves it,” He mumbled and being the soft boyfriend he was, he ducked his head down to press a tender kiss to the corner of Akaashi’s lips. “And he’s so hot because of that.”

"He really is," Kuroo nodded, letting out a soft chuckle, and Akaashi smiled softly at feeling Kuroo’s warm lips kissing him too. “What else did we learn?”

Akaashi let out a bright laugh when he felt a surprise tickle attack against one of his armpits; Bokuto’s fingers gently vibrating right at the middle of his underarm, making him jump to the side as laughter bloomed out of him.

“He’s got ticklish armpits,” Bokuto said excitedly, enthusiastically scribbling against Akaashi’s armpit. 

"Oh, yes," Kuroo said with a chuckle. "These armpits are just as ticklish as last night!" 

Akaashi shook his head, feeling his cheeks starting to warm up as a deep blush assaulted them. “B-Bohohohaha! Bokuto-sahahahan! Wait! WahahAHAHA!”

Akaashi shrieked when he felt one of his arms being pinned down to the bed and pushed up to expose the sensitive skin a little more; with a gasp, he saw Kuroo leaning down and he cackled, loud and bright as Kuroo started to nibble at his underarm.

“Kuroo-sahahahahan!” It tickles so bad, he wanted to say, but it really tickled so bad, he was tripping on his own laughter. 

“Oh! I want to try too!” Bokuto said, also pushing Akaashi’s arm further up to make his skin taut. 

“N-NO! NAHAHAHA! Ahahaha, n-not th-thahahat! Unfahahahir!” Akaashi cackled, feeling the maddening sensation of teeth gently grazing his skin travel all the way down to the tip of his cock. 

He tried to close his legs to hide how much this was affecting him, but Kuroo and Bokuto settled down on top of his legs quite nicely, preventing him from moving at all.

This really was getting into him already, but he was surprised when a moan escaped his mouth, before shrieking cackles bloomed past his lips as playful fingers suddenly found his ribs; mouths still eating his armpits up. 

“Oh,” both tickle monsters purred against Akaashi’s skin, only adding to the tickly sensations as thumbs rubbed deep circles from his lower ribs to the highest. 

“W-WAHAHAIT!” Akaashi begged, shaking his torso and pulling at his arms, trying to break free from his restraints. 

“Aren’t his ribs more ticklish than yesterday?” Bokuto asked, his lips brushing against Akaashi’s skin, making him shiver heavily as his head tipped back with a soft snort. 

“They really are,” Kuroo answered, his thumb finding one of Akaashi’s highest ribs, the closest to the hollow of his armpit, and rubbing deeply against it, sending Akaashi into a fit of silent laughter. “Oh? What’s this? Does it tickle so much, Keiji?”

Akaashi could only nod as his hips thrusted weakly, the fabric of his underwear making the tiniest of frictions against his cock, precum leaking from his tip as he started to go a little insane thanks to the tickling.

Shit, he's been wanting this for so long. 

"Mohohohahahare!" Akaashi cried out when he recovered his voice, his skin covering in goosebumps. "Plehehehease, mohohohore!"

"Ah yes, this is exactly what you said last night, Keiji."

"I think he's remembering."

"Ah but there's something I do remember, Kou… Akaashi said that we didn't find his worst spot yet!" Akaashi moaned between his laughter. "And I think he wants us to find out," Kuroo purred before blowing a raspberry against Akaashi's armpit, making him shriek and flich to the other side, only to earn another raspberry that made him jump back to Kuroo and Kuroo raspberried him again.

"Ohmygahahahad!" Akaashi cackled, bouncing on the bed a little and flexing the muscles of his stomach when the fingers tickling at his ribs moved to the lower ones, making him giggle hysterically. "Plehehe- ah! Nngh!" 

A sudden suck to his armpit made him cross his eyes a little and he let out that delicious moan he made every time he was about to cum. Yes, so close to release, but a hand quickly wrapped right around the head of his cock on top of his clothes and he gasped.

"Wh-Why?!" He cried, circling his hips to chase that wonderful sensation, but it was gone and he couldn't do anything else but whine pathetically.

"You cannot come yet, Keiji," Bokuto said. "You did come yesterday night after we played with you for a bit… but today we should see how long you can take it, don't you think?"

Akaashi shivered heavily. He's never seen Bokuto looking at him with those eyes, there was nothing but desire and lust in them. He was looking at him hungrily, ready to eat him up at any second. 

He loved to be looked up like that. 

"Sounds like fun," he answered, his tongue lazy as he raised his chin a little, tensing the muscles of his jaw and exposing his neck, spots that he knew Bokuto loved to kiss. "Please drive me crazy, Bokuto-san," he mumbled, finding Kuroo's eyes when he raised from where he was kissing Akaashi. "Kuroo-san, too. Please wreck me."

Akaashi smiled as Bokuto and Kuroo shared a look and a giggle escaped him as they both looked back at him. In a blink of an eye, they both launched at Akaashi, one hand vibrating against his ribs, another one clawing at the center of his tummy. 

"Oh looks like this tummy is very sensitive," Kuroo chuckled as bright, hysterical laughter poured out of Akaashi's lips along with loud moans as two hands sneaked under his underwear: one hand massaging his balls, the other one rubbing against his erection.

Who was touching what? He didn't know, it just felt like more than two people were making him feel good all at once: tickling him, teasing him, wanting to draw every laugh and moan from his very core. 

It felt insanely fantastic. 

"Haaaah," Akaashi gasped. "N-Nohohoho! D-Don't- anghh, tohohouch thehehere!" He begged, his hips circling and wiggling as he grinded against that warm hand cupping his dick. 

"And why's that?" Bokuto asked, and Akaashi tried to answer back, but a soft cry bubbled past his lips when Bokuto's mouth closed around his hard nipple 

"No! Nohohoho!" Akaashi moaned and laughed, throwing his head back when the fingers vibrating against his ribs (now he knew it was Bokuto), found the highest ones and the ones at his tummy, (that was probably Kuroo), wiggled into his belly button, making him shriek and give a thrust to his hips, his cock trembling under the hand cupping it.

"Oh? Is your cute belly button sensitive, 'Kaashi?" 

Akaashi shook his head, cackling hysterically as Bokuto kept tickling his ribs, sucking on his nipples and, highly probably, massaging at his balls the exact way he knew it made Akaashi see stars. 

"It's not! It's nahahahaha- nngh!" Akaashi arched his back when he felt Kuroo's lips over his navel. "A-Ah! Kuroo-s-saaangh!" He babbled, desperately jerking his hips, feeling himself reaching the edge. "Your- Your tohohohongue!"

"What is it? Do you like it?" Kuroo asked, blowing a raspberry to Akaashi's belly button just as Bokuto grazed his teeth against his nipple.

"Hah!" Akaashi gasped. " Nnghh! I'll c-cum- I'll- aaaah, pl-please!" Akaashi nearly sobbed, feeling himself so close to his climax, but all attention he was receiving stopped at once, even the maddening tickling. 

Akaashi whined, his dick trembling and he thought he'd make it, he'd cum… but he didn't. "P-Pleeease!"

"What's wrong, Keiji?" Bokuto purred, his fingers gently teasing Akaashi's nipples. "Did you want to come already?"

Akaashi nodded, looking at Bokuto with pleading eyes. "Yes, please! Pl-please! Let me c-come, yes?"

Bokuto licked his lips and Akaashi followed his eyes as he turned to look at Kuroo. Kuroo was staring at Akaashi just as hungrily.

"What do you think, Tetsu?" 

"I'd love to let you come, baby," Kuroo said with a fake concerned voice. "But, you'll see, these pesky hips of yours… they just wouldn't stay still!"

Akaashi was not ready. He couldn't even understand Kuroo's words until it was too late. 

"WAIT! Wahahahait plehehehease! N-Nohohot there!" He shrieked when he felt a squeeze to his hip bone, his whole body jumping as loud giggled poured out of him. 

It was just a squeeze. A single squeeze to one, only one, of his hip bones. 

"I think we found the spot."

Akaashi widened his eyes. That was, indeed, his most ticklish spot. He knew it and he tried to keep it as safe as possible from every single person. Especially from his boyfriends, he knew that they wouldn't let his poor hips be until they made sure to draw all the laughter out of Akaashi. 

Fuck… he really wanted that. 

"I- that- that spot isAHAHAHAHA! Wait! Ohmygahahahad, wait!" There was absolutely no waiting. 

Hands were already latched to his hip bones, one of them (Kuroo's) squeezing and pinching at the sensitive spot, the other one (Bokuto's), rubbing deep circles with his thumb. Akaashi was sent to hysterics right away. 

He tried to hide that spot, and he did. He hid it for so long that even the gentlest of touch would make him go crazy, but now he had a full on tickle attack going in his worst spot and Akaashi almost forgot how to breathe.

It tickled. It tickled. It tickled. It tickled. 

It tickled so fucking bad! 

"So Keiji's hips are this sensitive, huh? Did you know, Bo?" Kuroo asked, noticing how the squeezing made Akaashi shriek.

"I didn't, but it's good to- oh!" Bokuto said and he stopped tickling Akaashi as he raised from the bed. 

"Bo?" Kuroo asked, also stopping.

Akaashi whimpered when the tickling stopped and he flushed brightly- it tickled so much, but it seemed like he really wanted the tickling in his hips to continue. 

"B-Bohohohokuto-san," he whined between pants and residual laughter. "W-Whahahat are y-you-

"Tetsu, why don't you take off Keiji's boxers, hmm?" He asked as he opened the drawer, rummaging inside, looking for something. 

Akaashi gasped and Kuroo chuckled, looking at Keiji with playful eyes. 

"As you say," Kuroo purred, lifting himself from Akaashi's leg and easily pulling off his underwear. 

Akaashi moaned as soon as his dick was freed. It looked painful: red, wet, pulsating. Akaashi loved the way Kuroo licked his lips and he teasingly thrusted his hips, making his dick shake a little. 

"Nnnghh, sh-shit!" He moaned deeply as Kuroo held his cock from the base and leaned his head to suck the tip into his mouth. "F-Fuck, Kuroo-s-san! AH!" A cry left his lips when Kuroo's tongue pressed against his glands in a hard lick. "Yes! Y-Yes! Keep going, please! K-Keep- aaah, no!" 

He sobbed when Kuroo let go of his erection with a smirk. Akaashi whimpered and shivered - he wanted to come. Why weren't they letting him come?! 

Bokuto hummed when he finally found what he was looking for. Both Akaashi and Kuroo turned his head to look at him and Keiji widened his eyes when Bokuto raised his hand, showing a bottle of lube with a smirk. 

"N-No mohohore!" Akaashi jolted, giggling already. "No more, plehehehease! I- I cahahahan't! It's- It's too bahahahad!" 

"Huh? Did you hear something, Bo?" Kuroo said, smirking at Akaashi. 

"I certainly didn't hear anything, Tetsu. Especially not a safe word," he said and Akaashi let out a strangled sound.

"I'll die!" He said, shaking his head and sobbing when they both sat on his legs again, pulling them apart, fully exposing him.

"It was nice to meet you, 'Kaashi."

The coolness of that thick liquid against Akaashi's heated skin made him shiver. He had to bite his lip, giggles building up in his throat as Bokuto poured lube on his hips, dick and even his inner thighs. 

He was not ready. He was still in time to use the safeword, but fuck, he didn't want to. He wanted to see how long he could stand this, he wanted to see- 

"SHIT!" He shrieked in a very high pitched voice before loud, hysterical laughter bloomed out of him. 

He didn't think the tickling would be worse after the lube, but it was. It was terrible! The fingers abusing his hips moved so easily and smoothly against his skin: rubbing deep massages, pinching, squeezing, vibrating, scribbling, just every single technique they could think off to tickle those poor hips. 

Akaashi was laughing, but he was also screaming and, for God's sake, he was moaning so much. 

"PLEHEHEHEASE!" He begged desperately, his cock sticking up, bouncing and wiggling to the shimming of his hips. "NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!" 

"Does it tickle here, as well?" Kuroo asked as his free hand found that very sensitive bone that connected Akaashi's legs to the hips at his inner thighs. 

"KAHAHAHA!" Akaashi pulled harshly at his arms and he jerked his legs so hard, he almost, almost, throwing his darlings off him, but he didn't and soon enough Bokuto's hand was joining in the fun, tickling his other inner thigh as they kept tickling his hips at the same time. 

He wanted to cum. He was going to cum. He was going to cum. He was going to cu-

"I have an idea," Kuroo said, gently touching Bokuto's arm.

The tickling stopped at once and Akaashi shrieked, residual laughter still making his body shake as he tried to catch his breath. He was a mess: Tears of laughter were rolling down his face. He was completely flushed, sweating, voice hoarse and his ears were ringing a little from laughing so hard. 

"Pl-Plehehease! N-No m-more tihihickling to that spohohohot! It's- it's too tihihihicklish, I- AH!" Akaashi thought that he never heard himself moaning so hard.

"Oh?" Bukuto mumbled.

Kuroo was suddenly holding Akaashi's dick again, moving his hand up and down, thumb teasing the little 'v' at the base of his tip.

"N-No! W-Wait! I'll come! I d-don't- ah!" Akaashi arched his back, fingers and toes curling when Kuroo pressed his thumb against the slit, rubbing it with a swift move that made Akaashi see stars, tears filling his eyes and saliva drooling from the side of his mouth.

"Already?" Bokuto asked.

"You'll see, Kou."

"Stop! I'll cum! I'll c-c- nnghhh!" Akaashi gritted his teeth, his eyes crossing and rolling back as he finally reached his peak.

It felt so painfully fantastic. Shit, he's never had an orgasm like this before. His body shook heavily and it felt as if he wouldn't stop to come never. He heard someone whistling and then someone chickling, but his mind could only focus on Kuroo's hand still pumping him, overstimulating him until Akaashi was squirming and whimpering.

"N-no! No! Stop!" He babbled with a soft cry as Kuroo teased his tip, it kinda tickled, but it also made his skin prickled with goosebumps. "K-Kuroo-san!"

"Okay, now," Kuroo purred and Akaashi was definitely not ready for what happened next.

Warm hands were back to his oiled hips and thighs and Akaashi never felt that overwhelmed before.

He gasped loudly and the sensation was so intense that he couldn't immediately laugh, but instead, a loud scream echoed through the whole house. He cried and then, after a few shakes of his hips, he finally erupted into loud, hysterical laughter.

"Oh, fuck," Bokuto whispered.

"No please! It's too bad! Too bad!" Akaashi screamed with laughter. He bounced and shook his hips, trying to dislodge those fingers from his ultimate worst spot.

"I once read that one person is more sensitive after an orgasm," Kuroo explained to Bokuto, Akaashi couldn't listen to anything beside himself.

He was going insane. He really was losing his mind, the tickling was so electrifying, it made his brain scream. It was torture, he never felt something like this before, he-

"Oh!"

He came again, but Akaashi couldn't enjoy that orgasm because the tickling didn't stop and Akaashi didn't think it could feel more intense than what already felt, but it did and that was his breaking point.

"Cream Puff! STAHAHAHAP!" He yelled and the tickling stopped right away, but Akaashi's laughter continued and his hips kept twitching slightly as he relaxed into the bed.

"Keiji, all good?" He heard Kuroo asking, but Akaashi could only nod weakly as both his lovers moved away from his legs. "Are you alright?", Kuroo asked again and Akaashi nodded once more, panting heavily as he felt his wrists being freed. 

"You did so, so good, Keiji," Bokuto said with a warm voice, making Akaashi open his eyes to sleepily look up at him. "You were amazing!" 

Akaashi puffed out what sounded like a soft chuckle before sighing when something cold was being pressed to his forehead. 

"Water, Keiji," Kuroo whispered, gently holding Akaashi's head to help him drink from the water bottle. Akaashi drank the whole thing at once, letting out a pleased sigh when he finished. 

"You are amazing, Keiji," Kuroo praised him, gently carding his fingers through his wet hair. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

Akaashi nodded, ultimately, that was the only thing he could do while he came back from the tickly subspace he was thrown in. He smiled softly and wanted to tell them that he really did enjoy himself and that he wanted to do it again very soon, but he couldn't speak. 

"Let's clean you up, baby."

Akaashi was cackling as they cleaned him up. He was so sensitive right now, that the mere touch of fabric touching his skin was enough to make him laugh nearly in hysterics. 

"Stop squirming so much, love," Bokuto said softly, a gentle smile in his face as he tried to clean up Akaashi's inner thighs. 

"It t-tihihihickles! Wahahait!"

"Hold it for a little, Keiji," Kuroo asked him, also smiling lovingly. "We're almost finishing."

Under his arms, his stomach, his hips, his inner thighs, even his dick, it all felt extremely sensitive and Akaashi thought he was going insane again, but they finished before he could blurt out another moan, (his cock hard again). 

"You're such a good boy, Keiji," Kuroo mumbled, laying down beside Akaashi and bringing him close to him, chest to chest. 

"You are so beautiful, baby," Bokuto purred behind him, sandwiching Akaashi between them. "You are so wonderful."

Akaashi felt his ears heating up at the compliments and he hid under Kuroo's jaw. "Th-Thank you… for indulging me."

Kuroo giggled, his hand gently cupping Akaashi's cheek. "Aren't we all in a relationship? Of course we would indulge you, Keiji. There was no need to hide something like this from us."

"We'll now have to do this many times because you were holding yourself back for so long!" Bokuto promised and giggled against Akaashi's ear when Akaashi let out a soft whimper 

"You would love that, wouldn’t you, Keiji?" Akaashi nodded, there was no need to hide it now. 

"Oh, I think he'd really like that," Kuroo said with glee and Akaashi squealed shyly: he was fully hard again. 

"Uh-oh, what to do?" Bokuto asked behind him, pressing kisses to the back of Akaashi's neck, making him moan softly.

"What should we do, baby?"

"Make me cum," Akaashi whispered, lifting his face from where he was hiding and looking directly at Kuroo's eyes, making him shiver. "I'll make you both cum as well," he promised, reaching down, inside of Kuroo's underwear to touch his hard cock. 

Kuroo grunted as he reached down to also touch Akaashi's. 

"Nngh, yes! B-Bokuto-san," he moaned, moving his hips back a little so his ass could rub against Bokuto's arousal. "F-Fuck me, please."

"Shit, Keiji," Bokuto mumbled and he quickly started to prepare Akaashi. 

"Ah! Y-Yes! Don't stop, please!" Akaashi begged, feeling another finger entering him and teasing that sweet spot within him as Kuroo's thumb rubbed his tip. 

"Don't t-tease! A-Ah, Bokuto-san! Please! Put it in a-already!"

Akaashi cupped Kuroo's tip and rubbed gently at it, making him moan deeply as one of Akaashi's fingers played with his nipple. 

"Kuroo-s-san, aah! K-Kuroo-sangh! Touch me m-more, please! M-More!"

Akaashi moaned deeply against Kuroo’s chest when Bokuto finally entered him, filling him completely. 

“K-Keiji, you feel amazing,” Bokuto said through clenched teeth, thrusting inside Akaashi, making him let out the filthiest of sounds.

Kuroo grunted deep in his throat and Akaashi looked up at him through teary eyes and bright red cheeks, “Kuroo-saaan,” he gasped, rolling his hand against the tip of Kuroo’s cock, just the way he liked it. “C-Come for me, ple-ah!”

Kuroo widened his eyes as he shuddered heavily. “F-Fuck, I’m-” Kuroo came first, hard and spurting his seed all over Akaashi’s stomach.

He gently tensed his hand around Akaashi’s dick and with a cry, he came next, trembling and holding onto Kuroo as Bokuto kept thrusting inside him, hitting that tender spot over and over, until Akaashi was drooling again, his eyes rolling back.

With a soft growl, Bokuto finally came inside Akaashi, his nose nuzzling on the back of Akaashi’s neck, breathing him in as Akaashi stopped trembling and his eyes could focus on Kuroo once again.

He was smiling at him. His cheeks a little flushy. 

“How was that, Keiji?” He asked, catching a stray tear falling from Akaashi’s eye. “Did Bo fuck you good?”

Akaashi nodded, his smile dreamy. “You both always fuck me so good,” he whispered, feeling his eyeslids heavy, his eyes rolling back for a different reason. 

“Don’t fall asleep, Keiji. We need to take a bath,” Kuroo whispered and Akaashi heard a soft chuckle from behind him.

“Maybe we should do that to wake you up?” Bokuto asked and Akaashi giggled, shaking his head. After all, he did make those sounds even with a sober mind. 

“Carry me there, then. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk in a while.”

The three of them laughed and didn’t immediately move to the bathroom, instead, they started a fest of gentle kisses and sweet words for each other: endless I love you’s and thank you’s whispered into each other’s ears as playful fingers made the other let out sweet giggles and perhaps some other little sounds.

Akaashi was still not completely sure how everything happened, but he couldn’t be more happy to share this little secret with the two people he loved the most. 

#Haikyuu!! #BoKuroAka #Bokuto Kotarou #Kuroo Tetsurou #Akaashi Keiji #Ticklish!Bokuto #Ticklish!Akaashi #tickle fic #spicy #mia's fics #mia's things

[mcuspidey-archive]

Ugh! Peter comes in from “saving the day” (he just sat around and waited for nothing to happen but you don’t know that) and he comes home to you all wired and you start making out and you tell him to leave the suit on

the suit, is honest to god my biggest kink and i’m shaking

n*fw—

it had only been two hours since peter left for his patrol but you had already been tempted to call him at least five different times. you wanted to ask him to come back home and maybe it was selfish but you couldn’t help it. you neededhimand as you waited for him to climb back through the bedroom window, it got harder to ignore the ache in your stomach and throbbing pulses of your clit.

and soon he was. with his mask still on, he climbed through, sliding the window down and shutting the blinds before turning to find you laying in bed.

“i am so glad you’re home,” you said breathily as he pulled the fabric off his head.

“oh yeah?” peter smirked, his messy brown curls teasing you just as much and all you wanted to do was brush back the hairs that were hiding his forehead.

with a small nod, you reach your hand out toward him which he takes instantly and you pull him on top of you. “oh. yeah.”

his melodic laughter fills the space between you, his breath lingering on your skin as you cup his face. your fingers interlock on his neck and you catch his lips in a chaste kiss that quickly turns heated.

you feel him smile against you as you lick a stripe across his bottom lip and within few more seconds your tongues are fighting for dominance. his hands roam hungrily on your skin, running up and down your sides before going farther to lift your legs around his waist.

peter stops then, out of breath and panting heavily as he leans back. you watch as he struggles to start taking off his suit but before he can, you stop him.

“n-no. leave it on.”

his lips tug up, showing off that gorgeous smirk again because he knows that the spidey suit is one of your biggest turn ons. so he doesn’t argue. but then his fingers curve under the hem of your underwear and you lift your hips so that he can slide them down effortlessly.

“babe, you should have called...”

the second he got home, he knew from the look on your face. you were horny and you wanted him. but he wanted you too and it took all he had to stay out as long as he did.

“i almost did,” you gasp, feeling him move to lay between your legs. his soft lips leave kisses on your thigh - one of your very favorite things, that he loved to tease you with and right now, it was enough to already have you quivering beneath him.

#hoe time w/ lixi #lixis blurbs #Peter Parker smut

[boneandfur]

Fluffernutter [N*FW]

Pairing: Drake x Reader

Notes: this is explicit 18+ content. Don't like don't read 😜

You're in your room when someone knocks distinctly on the door. It can't be Maxwell. That fucker never knocks. Last time he walked in you were in your birthday suit, getting ready to go to pound town with your favorite toy (called The Kraken for some asinine reason). He'd walked in, turned beet red, and run out. Ever since then he hasn't been able to look you in the eye, which makes state dinners uncomfortably awkward.

"Who is it?" You ask in your most innocent voice.

"Open the door, Trouble." It's Drake. Of course. Ever since you started casting around for a suitable consort, Drake has been disapproving.

You don't know what kind of problems that could cause, Trouble. Choose a man who's too low ranking, and people will think he's only in your bed to move up the ladder. Choose a man who's too high, and he might start getting ideas.

So who should I choose? You were sitting at dinner, and Drake was next to you. Your thighs were so close they nearly touched, but Liam was watching the two of you very closely. What about you?

Drake choked on his whiskey. Fuck, Trouble, I... Fuck.

You're in the middle now, you reminded him. His knee brushed yours. You're Sir Walker, and the king's best friend.

Drake panted heavily through his nose. He sounded like a dog about to nosedive into the trash. Fuck... Fuck.

That's what I want you to do to me. You placed your hand right over his manhood, and felt it rise under your skillful strokes. Fuck me. Tonight. That is, unless you don't think I'm pretty anymore.

"Trouble?"

You open your robe and look critically at yourself in the floor length mirror. Two children (a heir and a spare!) have turned your midsection to mush, but you still have an ass that turns heads. Why just yesterday Lord Rashad threw his hat into the ring, whispering that your firm buttocks were the kind of ass he could watch all night. A tempting offer, but you passed.

You open the door. Drake's jaw drops when he sees you in your silk teddy, and you twirl a tassel of your silk robe in your hand. "Hello, stranger." You grab his lapels and pull him inside the room. He's barely kicked his boots off when you push him down on the bed, straddling him.

"Heh. Trouble, you--" Drake runs a hand through the back over his hair.

"Shut up and pump me full of your fluff, marshmallow." You squeal as Drake's stubble brushes across your bare skin.

He rips your robe off, and shoves your nightie to your jelly belly as he bends you over the bed. "I'm going to roger you rotten, Trouble," Drake slurs before he ties your hands to the bedposts. "Who's your Daddy now?"

"You are!" You gasp aloud as the tip of Drake's giant penis begins to stretch you out. The sensation is a sort of pleasureful pain. He grunts, pushing completely inside.

You start moving, setting the pace. Drake moves with you, slow at first, then faster and faster. "Trouble!" he moans. "I'm gonna nut!" Before you can tell him to pull out, his pelvis smashes hard against your ass and he nuts hard against your bruised cervix, pumping you full of his thick marshmallow fluff.

You don't have the heart to tell him, but that night you cum the hardest you've ever cum in your life... with some help from the Kraken and a smutty RPF fanfic about prisongram sensation Nathan Sterling.

The next morning, Maxwell knocks at your door. This time, you let him in. Let's just say that you're both completely satisfied with the outcome... No marshmallow fluff involved.

#playchoices #drake x reader #n*fw #i want this man to NUT in me #the royal romance

[spookysnicket]

ANON: Hi may I have a matchup please? I’m a bi woman. I have light grey, almost silver looking eyes and moderately long brown hair. I have a couple tattoos, some obvious and others where only me and my partners can see ;). I have a rather toned build however I’m blessed with big tits and a round booty with round hips. I’m 5’6 and I really enjoy having super tall partners. I love reading, singing aloud and playing guitar. I’m sweet mostly but I’m also hot headed. Oh, and I like dominating and bdsm ;)

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(I’m so sorry this took so long, I’ve been in a bit of a funk for while, but here’s to hoping my writer’s block is gone! Matchup under the cut)

I match you with Bo Sinclair

🔧 Your eyes are so beautiful to him! Bo loves to stare into them lovingly while he brushes his hand over your cheek, usually followed by a few sweet words.. or a few dirty ones, depending on the circumstances

🔧 Bo at first isn’t much interested in your ink. That is, until he gets to see all that special behind the scenes artwork, wink wink. His eyes like to trail over all the fine lines and details when you get intimate- often teasing you by tracing your tattoos with his tongue

🔧 If for a moment you have the idea that Bo can keep his hands off you- he’ll be sure to erase such a silly thought from your mind. He loves feeling you up, even if it’s not in a sexual way- mans just loves your body to every last curve

🔧 Now, Bo may not be the tallest of all our characters here, but he does stand at 6’1- which sounds like good news for you! On the flip side, Bo himself prefers a shorter s/o- someone he feels like he can protect

🔧 He likes to read the old articles about his parents when he’s feeling nostalgic, but Bo himself generally isn’t a bookworm. He does think it’s cute when he comes home and finds you curled up in your shared bed with a book though

🔧 Singing around the house while you do chores is a good way to get some sweet hugs from behind- Bo’s such a big softie for your talent!

🔧 If he’s having a rough time getting rest, which ordinarily is most every night- it helps him dearly to hear your oh so lovely voice lull him to sleep, accompanied by some tender caresses and soft kisses

🔧 You’ll frequently be called upon to serenade him. He’ll want to try and learn how to play, but I’m gonna tell you now that he’s not exactly.. musically inclined, per say? The arts are much more Vincent’s area of expertise, but he’ll still be more than happy to sit back and listen to you strum all his stress away

🔧 He ideally wants a good wholesome cookie cutter type life. Spending time at home with you, especially with how charming and loving you are? It makes his cold bastard heart ache with love

🔧 Bo flies off the deep end fairly frequently- and unfortunately, arguments are common. As hard as it may be not to throw around your hotheaded comebacks when he’s like that, you have to be patient with him. He doesn’t mean to make you mad or say things that hurt, he’ll cool off once you give him enough time to calm down. Afterwards he’ll come seek you out to apologize, unless of course it’s an occasion where he gets triggered by something and needs you there with him through the episode. Supporting him in his rare times of vulnerability is extremely important

🔧 NS!FW: Oh boy, does Bo have a damn strong love for BDSM. You often visit him at the gas station where he can use that chair downstairs on you. More than happy to oblige, he’ll strap you down with your legs wide open and cunt on display for him, edging you til you’re screaming and begging for him to let you cum around his fingers. He’ll raw you to a point where you practically think there’s an earthquake with how heavily your body trembles and shakes- you can feel the rhythm of him pounding into you for hours later. In the end, you always need a lift back to the house

🔧 NS!FW: I feel like Bo would have too hard a time getting triggered by his PTSD to be bound up himself. He will happily let you top however- you’ll get no complaints out of this man when you want him to sit back and take it how you give it. He can get impatient though, so be cautious when edging him

#bo is horney boi #matchups #slasher matchups #slashers #bo sinclair #heck i forgOT #ns!fw

[royal-writer]

I Get to Love you

It's a promise I'm making to you: Whatever may come, Your heart I will choose Forever I'm yours Forever I do

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Another descriptive ns/fw piece with mild dirty talk and consensual very tame light bdsm. Basically Essamon is some horny bastards and I want to experiment with my style some more. Whoops.

Gods, she wished he’d stop pacing in front of her like that. He smelled like distractions; deep woody fragrances, leather, just a fine hint of jasmine and coriander. The seductive aroma wafting off of her husband had her lifting her head as he moved around the room like a caged animal. He’d pitch another log into the chimney stack; momentarily disguising his cologne with the smell of smoke, and then be on the move again. Account books were left stacked on the desk and coffee table with each round, set down with a steady hand. Letters from townsfolk and other territories addressed to them folded over everything in a cascading mountain of articles.

She tisked as he made to pass her again, careful to scoot her paperwork to the side so they wouldn’t be blown off. “Feeling cooped up today, m’lord?” Her hand flattened the parchment that contained a census of the current food stores as she glanced up at him, catching the deep sigh radiating in his chest. Her gaze softened at the frustrated sound, murmuring gently, “Perhaps a break is in order? We could share a snack, or check on if the garden needs tending? I could look over those ledgers for you, if you’d like to step out and stretch your legs? A bit of sword practice, or a walk maybe?”

He snorted with discontent. Changing his walking pattern; which really by now should have left a worn path in the floor, the nobleman skirted between the low table and the sofa to sink down beside her. He expelled a dejected rush of air, dropping his face in his hands as she reached out to him.

“Poor dear,” Essätha comforted, kneading her hands into taut shoulders and down his back. Goodness he was mouth-watering. She wanted to sink her teeth into him; picking up the faint spicy cinnamon she hadn’t noticed before in his after shave. He flexed beneath her touch a few times; the rippling bands of muscles in his back and arms firm beneath her grazing fingertips. He had such a fine sculpted figure; not built like bulky cold marble or too yielding and soft. He was strong in all the right ways, inside and out.

Grabbing the lining of his cloak, she guided the fabric off of his shoulders as he shrugged leisurely to help her. His arms rolled backwards, dumping the apparel onto the couch. She could feel the question of his glance moving to observe her, the onyx of his pupils, the ocean of his iris. She ignored his unasked inquiry to slide her hands beneath the collar of his navy jerkin; palms working against his shoulders in hard circular motions and fingers dipping into his undershirt. Her nails left crests and grooves as they dug into his flesh.

Amon hummed deep in his throat with appreciation. His body shifted; turning from the waist and then scooting across the cushions to better face her. All the while her hands worked; rubbing and palpating into the tension of his body. From his shoulders, alongside his neck, down to his shoulderblades and up again. The stiff fabric of his clothing kept her from sliding her hands further down arms to tease him, much as she wanted to.

“You need rest,” she chided with an unhappy frown. His tension was beginning to evaporate beneath her fingers, easing the strain and pressure in his muscles tight with stress. Essie squinted into his face, watching slowly as the creases of concentration began to magically disappear. His jaw went slack; mouth parting slightly as he dragged air into his nose, and out of his mouth gradually in a relaxed breathing exercise. She grinned with triumph, leaning in to press a kiss against his open-mouth. He startled; grunting as she pulled away with a mischievous giggle.

He reached for her. His eyes darting from her butterscotch golden brown down to her mouth, over her throat, and to her braid which he picked up where it lay on her shoulder. He rubbed the coils between his rough fingers periodically. His gaze was blazing as he returned it back to her face, leaning in close to breathe, “I don’t need rest. I just need you.”

She glided her tongue over her lips slowly. “Sly move,” the noblewoman purred, slithering her hands from beneath his doublet towards his chest. Gods, she was hoping he’d say that. A fiery bolt of intense need shot straight through her loins. With proficient hands, she steadily undid each of the fasteners of his jacket while her touch whispered over him. His jaw clenched in response; adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. Hungry but patient, he dropped the tresses of her hair to stroke his broad hands from the nape of her neck down. Light against her waist, rounding her hips, and urging her into his lap.

A heated moan passed his lips. Amon groped her rear, pushing her hungrily forward into the tenting of his slacks. Her sigh came out shaky with desperation as the last clasp snapped open beneath her fingers. Her mind was flying through a turbulent storms; strikes of electricity sizzling through her bones and crackling in her veins. Her breathing hitched as she twisted and turned, panting heavily through a foggy cloud of yearning.

He was an addiction. Intoxicating. The Lord of the Emerald Expanse didn’t need to do anything to garner her attention or spark her appetite. She always wanted him in some fashion. His voice; steady, calm, profound. It was rich like chocolate but could be deep and rumbling as an approaching twister. Intense. His breath, curling the hair against her neck as he exhaled close to her ear. She shivered in response; goosebumps breaking out everywhere. The taste of him; the salt of his skin and texture beneath her mouth that was just him.

And oh gods the feel of him. There was so much to feel, so many edges and hollows she imprinted to memory. The places she could touch that drove him crazy. Tickle his ribcage, slid her digits over hills and down dips and across slants, grip his study limbs, fondle him everywhere. Her heart raced for him even now. The calluses of his hands on her ass, the prick of his teeth grazing her neck, the hair on his chest which she smothered and plundered over as she untucked his shirt. She wanted it all. Every delectable piece of him, always. Her dashing Amon; so handsome, so gentle and polite.

He made her feel alive and worthwhile. He made her feel more then what she was, and what she was capable of. He made her feel attractive at her worst. He believed in her, even when she’d forgotten how. Even when no one else did. He was certainly a sexy man with plenty of attractive qualities, but even the most beautiful man couldn’t keep her heart if it wasn’t for what reflected inside. Amon had values and morals. He was dignified, respectable, chivalrous, and honorable. He was courteous and patient, gentle and brilliant. There was so much beneath the surface of his valiant heroism. He was sensitive, a bit scarred, and perhaps not always as fearless as you could believe. But he was courageous and steadfast; ultimately the most authentic and bravest, most loving beautiful soul she’d ever met.

Even now, grinding his length into her center and sucking on her neck, his action was tender consideration. He could fuck her hard into the sheets until she went cross-eyed and her lungs burned and felt ready to collapse, and he’d still be thoughtful and gentle. Whispering to her sweet nothings, holding her close, seeing to her pleasure and kissing her slowly with satisfaction as they rolled around tiredly when all was done. Everything would feel sore and slick with a crazy dull ache and he’d touch her everywhere; strumming her heartstrings, easing her cramps, soothing her into a peaceful slumber nestled against him.

“Ooohh Amon,” she sighed, gyrating her hips encouragingly against him as he left a dark hickey against her hairline. Her hands were too eager to explore the canvas of his chest. A piece of chiseled craftsmanship. With jerks and tugs at buttons, she opened up his button-up and shoved at his arms. Marvelously receptive and submissive, Amon let go of her ass long enough to allow her peel of his collared shirt and undershirt. She wasted no time in excavating her discovery.

He hissed through clenched teeth sharply as she lapped her tongue over his nipple. With a sassy smile; all bravado and brazen, she repeated the gesture until he grunted, a string of elvish fizzling out. Essie could make out some of it; the fragments of words of endearments and cherished love and lust, but it was difficult to understand in the deep guttural tone. She crooned with appreciation, enjoying his response so much that she scraped a fang against the tip in hopes of hearing it once more, circling her hips back to brush against his.

Another sharp intake. She smirked, roaming her feather-light grazing touch over his chest. His muscles flexed in response. The soft curls of his chest hair beneath her touch and rigid structure of him. Her digits moved lower, inspecting the denser trail that lead beneath his pants. Amon’s breath quickened, rushing against her as she drew his nipple into her mouth to taste him.

“Essätha, Essätha,” he chanted weakly. “Essätha, darling…” With a helpless groan, he pushed his hard-on into her palm. Her lips sucked harder upon his skin and he bucked, a gravely low sound cutting through him and vibrating through his chest. She laughed breathlessly against him, placing tender kisses gently against his torso. Her thumb worked lazily on the strapping of his belt, and her other hand traced the shape of his arms, following the shape of his back, pinching his nipple gently as she moved on scrap her teeth against his other nipple and start again.

Amon’s head fell back roughly against the back of the sofa. Both hands found their way to her bottom and he squeezed her roughly, writhing beneath her touch as she kissed and circled his nipple. She flicked the tip with her tongue and he curved towards her; lifting his hips to grind against her hand. Breathing him in deeply; the spice of his fragrant skin a delicacy, she dropped her head to lave and nibble down the middle of his abs. Her tongue swept over his quivering midsection, her teeth finding a rigid line to sink into gently.

Pawing her way down his build, Essätha finally drifted down to belt buckle where her other hand cupped his erection. She pulled the prongs free, and dragged the strap through the belt frame and loop loosely. “Mercy, my love,” Amon pleaded hoarsely, rotating his hips to feel the her touch beneath the straining bulge of his trousers. Glorious, she thought to herself wickedly. He was begging for relief now as she worked the leather band from his pants, taking her sweet leisurely time. Her mouth, for the meantime, latched on to his shoulder to suck firmly on his flesh.

Essie tossed the belt aside. Her breathing sounded just as ragged as his; rolling over his skin damp from her lewd tongue and drifting lines of sweat. “You taste as amazing as you feel,” she purred, dotting soft kisses against his collarbone. He gasped, fidgeting, nails embedding into her ass as he kneaded her the moment her tongue descended, tracing the carving of his chest in a single stroke south. “I need you,” Amon sputtered shakily. “I’m so hard for you. Nnng, good girl.”

Good girl. Gods, she loved it when he said that, all hot and bothered and needy. Oh she had some plans to be good to him, but not necessarily a good girl. Her breath billowed over the dense pubic hair disappearing into his pants, her eyes turned up to her husband. Heated and smoldering, she took in the fluttering of his half-mast eyes and the jump in his throat as he swallowed deeply. His jawline moved, clenching and unclenching as he caught her studying gaze.

She splayed her hands over his chest like an anchor, and leaned in. Her teeth caught the edge of one button of his pants, and worked it. It popped through the hole and Amon froze, gaping at her with his tongue running hungrily against his lips. Grinning with confidence, she moved on to the next one, aware of just how close she was to his throbbing cock. Shocking how still he could be when she was so close; her air brushing against the flaps of his opened slacks against his undergarment as she gripped the next button. She worked it carefully; an expert lover’s twist and flick, and it snapped open as her nailed raked against his torso and chest hair, lowering as she lifted her head.

She teased him, slipping her fingers into the opening of his trousers. The nobleman stilled. A breathless pause. He hitched for air, groaning the moment her fingertips grazed along the base of his stiff member. His hands, having lost her rear as she dropped lower, went for her shoulders in a bear trap’s vice grip. He whined openly as she dipped her tongue along his navel, into his belly button, and caressed over to his hip to nip the protruding bone.

“Mmmm, I love it when you grab me,” she whispered, kissing her way across his abdomen towards his other hip. He spasmed; cursing in common and elvish as her fingers brushed lower as his legs snapped open wider. She stroked his sack and he gave a sudden and sharp cry as her teeth dragged along his other hip bone, biting gently. “I’m so wet for you, m’lord Amon. You’re a sexy stud, and I want to fuck your handsome cock until you feel boneless and forget how to walk.”

“Ugghhh Essie,” Amon whimpered. He wriggled, shallow huffs of air expelling rapidly from his chest. His butt lifted from the couch as she gripped the leg of his pants, and yanked them part of the way down. Her mouth formed into a frown and she removed her hand from palming his warmed scrotum. He choked with longing, leaving crescent moons on her shoulders with impatience as she tugged his askew clothing down to his boots.

“Climb on my lap, darling. Fuck the formalities, I want to feel you.” His voice was raspy. Stroking a velvety touch along the cords of her neck, he gasped with exhilaration. She hummed, her lashes skimming the top of her cheeks as she forced his shoes off, barely reasoning with the knots or loosening them. They were thrown across the room with a thud, his socks and pants following moments after.

Ignoring the thickness in his imploring voice; the deeply profound want of his faint words, Essätha settled on her knees between his legs. His small clothes were the only barrier between her, and his erection. She raised a lingering smile to beam up at him, dropping kisses along his knees. He groaned, straining as her tongue and teeth joined. Brushing her pillowed lips against his skin, skimming teeth, lapping with her tongue. Her fingers seduced every inch of his sublime figure. Caressing his waist, nudging his legs apart, scrapping along the sensitive raised goosebumps while her eyes locked on to his. She savored each moan that escaped his lips and echoed in the depths of his lungs.

Down his ankles, back up along his shins, and against his knees. She licked the inside of his thigh and he shuddered, rolling her name out with ecstasy. His hips drove forward in an invitation. He was a temptation she couldn’t refuse. Her husband, so fetching and delicious. He was a fantastic lover in every way, but there was so much to appreciate in this view. The trust. The reception. He held to her shoulder with one hand, and gripped the cushions with the other for support, clasping and unclasping his fist from the furniture as he groaned with submission to her dark desires and sinful foreplay.

Her tongue danced over his skin, moving up closer and closer to the edge of his drawers. Amon gyrated his hips, thrusting towards sanctuary. Essätha snickered, drawing spiraling shapes with her fingers over his torso in a sensual, erotic display. “Would you feel better if I kissed your poor, weeping shaft m’lord?”

The flushed color in his face grew darker and deeper. He groaned, mouth-gaping, pupils huge. His mouth closed, and he swallowed before opening again. He was speechless. She cooed at him with pity, placing a kiss along the very edge of the fabric that separated them. Once more, he threw his head back violently into the sofa, growling with frustration. “I’m not hearing an answer,” she chimed, grinning wildly.

“Yes! Yes yes, fine, please- do something-” He choked; a long drawn out gasp staggering out of him as she kissed the head of his erection through his underclothes. She grinned broader as his eyes closed, mouth twisting up and throat flexing with each withheld grunt as she lapped the damp spot on the front of his undergarments from his arousal. The musk of his need was heady and strong.

As he keened for more, Essätha sank slowly back on her knees. Her tongue drew across her lips with suggestive slowness, catching his eyes as they pried open with hopeless abandonment. Moving her hands low, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his drawers, and pulled experimentally. With an arching eyebrow, she dragged his knees together, resting her breasts against them as she whispered low and husky, “I have an idea in mind. In the bedroom, if you want to try it, m’lord Amon.”

“You’re torturing me dear,” Amon complained, his nostrils flaring. But there was no hiding the interest brewing in his gaze, his tongue moving over his own lips now. “What sort of idea? And does it involve you removing any of your damn clothes, too?”

She laughed quietly. “All in good time,” she promised, slowly climbing back up. With a hand placed on either side of his legs; fingers sinking into the fabric of the couch, Essie leaned in to ghost her lips upon his. It’s not enough. He moved nearer; claimed her mouth with his own. It’s all yearning and pleasure. Far from soft; his teeth bruise her lower lip and his tongue claimed her until she quivering. Another stab of her most vulgar desires send a wave through her as she clenched her thighs close together, a moan tumbling from her mouth into his.

He released her from the glorious spell of his lips. Every nerve ending was hyper-aware of the blaze of his mouth, caressing a long line down the side of her neck. Panting heavily, Essie ran her fingers through his beard, up to the side of his face, and cupped his cheeks. The hard calluses of his palms found her blouse and crept beneath, skimming along her pelvis. They moved to her back, tracing an old scar before flattening out.

She pulled away, placing a hand to his forearm firmly to retract the sinful gentleness of his hand claiming her. With a frustrated snarl, Amon placed a tender kiss to her lips. Sweet and soft, gliding his tongue along the seams of her lips until she was relinquished control briefly once more. His hands lingered on her waist a moment longer; massing into her bare skin, before he flopped back into the seat with a pout. His skin was glowing, and his eyes dark with lust and triumph to see her weak-kneed, trying to stand but wavering.

Beckoning him with a pointer finger, Essätha reached down to grasp his hand. He held to her hand, clasping her carefully. As he stood, he placed her hand briefly to his chest, over his heart in a symbolic gesture that made her pulse skip a few beats. He wore the fondest, most adoring smile and it was aimed like a perfect arrow through her heart. With a scarlet blush creeping deeper into her neckline and causing a haze of color to her skin, she chewed on her sore lower lip and tugged at him to follow.

She tripped and narrowly missed a puppy-love fall from glancing over her shoulder at Amon, but he dragged her back into the safety of his chest. With a grin broad and knowing as she inhaled sharply, feeling the bulge in his underclothes against her, Essätha kicked aside the boot she nearly fell over. She scowled at it, head down, and hurried the rest of the way past the disorganized clothes and coffee table brimming with ledgers. Some of the paperwork managed to fall to the floor in their haste to pass, and she quickly kicked the door to their private quarters closed behind them. Let any daring housemaid catch the sounds coming from their room and see Amon’s clothes in the sitting room, and be so brave as to try the coming in.

With more ferocity then she believed to have, she shoved her husband back into the door. He drank her in like a desperate drunk, and they sighed in unison against each other with relief. She moved against him; hips undulating, humping him greedily and grinding into his length. It’d be a lot more comforting to feel the contact of skin against skin, and not the friction of her clothes trying to mask the basking warmth of her sun.

He gripped her back and bottom, smothering her against him. “Mmmmf, my Essie,” he growled possessively, drawing on each syllable. She lunged for him once more. Wanting more; tasting his lips as the back of his head smacked against the hard oak. He groaned for her loudly as her hand squeezed to his, her free one tugging at his black locks roughly to tilt him just the way she wanted him. Enough to deepen the kiss, and weave her tongue carnally against his.

Swiftly and suddenly, Essätha leaned away from him. The cold seems to hit him all at once; his mouth hanging open, a shiver racing down his spine. He unfroze after half a second and reacheed for her once more, trying to gather her close, but she stepped away. With a scolding tut, her finger tapped his lips lightly. Amon didn’t hesitate; puckering his lips to kiss her digit as the soulful depth of his gaze swept over her like a salacious caress. For a moment she’s utterly lost in the fathomed depths; lost in the abyss of his pupil devouring his iris before she remembered herself.

Moving quickly, she stepped over to the nightstand as the nobleman detaches himself from the door. He moved as though in a dreamy romantic state, not quite making it to her by the time she fumbled through, and manages to produce a length of silk, and then a second. They were extra fabric pieces to a scarf she’d made herself for Josephine, and she’d tossed them thoughtlessly into the dresser one day, thinking that maybe one day be of use. Today seemed as good a day as any.

“You intend to tie me up, with those…” His voice was soft, but compelling. A predator lay in wait in his gaze, ready to pounce. Hungry, at the end of his chain, wanting to sink his teeth into flesh and possess her in all the ways that made her scream for him. There was doubt in his regard to the fabric; but a dangerous wanton expression creeping into the tints of color on his features.

She lowered her gaze, biting into her aching lower lip. “Not if you don’t want me to.”

Amon made a thoughtful sound in the back of his throat. Reaching up to stroke his beard; in a gesture that was comical as it was cute, he gave a slow nod. “Alright,” he agreed, a lazy smile spreading on his face. “What would you have me do, my lady?”

A thrill of eagerness momentarily stole her breath. With a voice more breathless than she intended, Essie indicated with a jerky hand towards the bed, hissing her demand: “Lay down.”

“Commanding,” he murmured, his voice deep and sultry. He moved past her; the smell of him distracting her just as it had before. He took full advantage of her gawking state, brushing his hand against the side of her bosom as he whispered hoarsely, “I like it.”

“Bed,” Essätha ordered, voice cracking. She was going to lose resolve with a look like that. The back of her mind whispered to her, knowing full well he could bring her to that edge again and again until she was howling for it. He could make her scream until she lost her voice, if he wanted to. But this was her game, and she had every intention on seeing it through.

Her beloved Lord Amon sank into the creaking bedframe wordlessly. His eyes said everything the crafty, smug smile of interest of his smile did not. But he wouldn’t be cocky for long (ha). Wearing a seductive smile of her own, she slunk from the end of the bed up to crawl atop of him, and straddle him. He groaned in agony; her clothes still a hindrance as he glided his hands firmly to her sides.

She held out her hand, and he froze. Obedient and silent, but watchful, he placed his hand in her grasp. She twined the rope carefully around his wrist, creating a cuff. Knotting it firmly in place, she gave the material a few jerks and tugs to test its strength. It didn’t fray or split. It wasn’t much of a distraction from the urgent look in Amon’s gaze, or the way he swayed his hips from side to side to try diverting her focus. Which it did. Easily.

Scowling, Essätha leaned over him to tie the other end of the silk to the bedpost. She shifted closer, concentrating on the knot she was making. It proved difficult as Amon breathed heavily against her chest, sitting up enough to skim his nose along her throat. Breathing deeply, he groaned: “You’re beautiful. How long are you going to toy with me like this, darling?”

“Until I’m satisfied,” she retorted, keenly aware of the feverish gasping in her voice. Taking his other wrist, she began the process of looping it and knotting the material like before. Once she leaned in to tie it to the opposite bedpost, her devious little husband tormented her in return. His hips lift; rocking his erection into her crotch as his mouth latched on to a nipple through her shirt.

Cursing shattered words in various tones and languages, Essätha shamelessly rode the shape of his package with a muted whimper. With an internal shiver, she reminded herself of what she wanted to do, and managed to squirm free with a gasp. Sitting back on her knees and far from the proud smirk pinned to the Illiad heir’s face, she gave him a serious glance. No matter how lecherous of an Aphrodite she could pretend to be; raw, aloof, charming, disarming, she was still just as enthralled and drawn to him as he was to her. Her body might want to give in to the immediate gratification of passion; quick and rough or cuddly and soft, but she could wait until she’d gotten her fill of making him lose his mind.

Amon shifted, and the bedpost creaks. He gave a tentative tug on the binding with his arm, and the tension pulled the length taut. His eyes wander from it, to her, and back again as he gave another jerk. His muscle strains, and the silk holds firm as the entire bed rocks from the effort. His eyes dart back to her once again, and his blown pupils consume her whole.

“I quite like this look,” she purred, stroking a hand absently over his chest. The tips of her fingers step across his navel, up his tense abdomen, and to his nipple. She strumed her thumb against him as he groans. “Lord Amon Thomas Illiad, my submissive husband, all tied up just for me,” Essie breathed, leaning in to hover above the heat of his body. “I bet you’d like to be inside me, right now. I bet I could make you orgasm. I wouldn’t even have to do much, would I? Kiss you here,” she pressed her lips softly over his throat. “Maybe here.” Another, over his nipple. “Or here.” Against his rapid heartbeat, and he moaned. “Touch you in just the right places, and you’ll just explode.”

The realization seemed to hit him. Truly trapped; the silk too well-made to rip or tear from his brute strength. He groaned; loud and low, trying to angle himself as much as possible to try brush his length against her. She bent upward just enough to avoid giving him the contact he ached for, and a whine settled in his throat. “Essätha, please,” he begged, dragging in air in short bursts. “Please. I want you. I need you, Ess’. Please.”

Gods, she felt drunk with power. This man; her man, a proud Illiad, praying and beseeching to her. He craved her. He wanted her in ways both filthy and amorous; wrapped around each other, frisking, touching, nuzzling, kissing. She wasn’t so blind and stupid not to see the way people looked at her over the years. She had appeal, if people could get past the random patches of scaly growths on her skin. For Amon her scales weren’t a hindrance. What she was didn’t stop him from pressing his mouth over her every curve and angle as he’d glide his hands over her, embrace her, and whisper words of flattery in her ears as he loved her. There was no greater joy and honor than to hold and love this man.

Or in this case, nothing was more satisfying than to leave him begging for more. Her valiant husband’s gaze coasted over her, and follows the hypnotic gestures of her hands. She smiles slowly, skimming them down the front of her camisole to the hem. Gathering the thin cloth in her hands, she began to drag it slowly up her body. Revealing her stomach; the planes of her belly. It hiked up higher, just beneath her ribcage and then beneath the shape of her small bust. The light against her warm skintones was luminescent, casting a drapery of shadows against her hips and curves.

Amon licked his lips in response, and lurched forward. The wooden frame of the bed protested, and the silks yanked him back into the pillows with a ragged gasp parting his stunned lips. She snickered, flirting her half-mast eyes across his expressive gaping face before flipping the garment the remainder over her breasts, and pulling her head out. With a flick of her arm, she sent the top fluttering off to the floor, her chest rising and falling with her eagerness. It gave the small mounds of her breasts a bit of bounce, which captured his attention for a lengthy intermission.

“Goddess,” the nobleman crooned, giving no indication on if he meant her or a true deity. Judging by the fixated attention of his gaze groping her however, she felt sure she knew the answer. The flush of color in her face heightened in response. Playing her fingers across her collarbone, she grazed lower; momentarily stopping to mold her palm against her breast. Amon heaved for oxygen, sucking in large gulps of air, as her hand relaxed and skimmed lower to her pants.

Bending forward, Essätha reached down to push the fastener through on her slacks, one at a time. She shed them aside, revealing the lace-covered panties beneath. The Briarton Lord let out a noise both miserable and primal. Her movement is slow and cruel; peeling back the dense cloth to show more and more of her supple thighs, all the way down to her knees. She raised her ass in the air, reveling in the way he huffed and wrestled in the restraints to lean forward at the edge for her. Bracing with one hand, she wiggled the apparel down further, and repeated the gesture on the other side until every nude contour is visible, save for the hidden crown of his lust beneath her knickers.

Extending her arm, she dropped her slacks over the side of the bed. A stern squeak emits from the posts as he tugged at them once more. A trace of pity hits her, seeing the strain in his face, in the muscles of his arms, in the pull of his eyes. In the most enamored, awe-struck voice, he managed to speak; his voice husky and deep, “Undergarments. Remove them.”

“I’m sorry, are you commanding me?” she taunted, moving to loom over his struggling form, smiling broadly. Keeping herself aloft with one hand, she used the other to cradle his face. He sighed deeply with enjoyment, nestling his face into her touch. A turn of his face, and he kissed her pulse-point gently, searching her face for a sign of reaction.

He must have found what he wanted, because he grinned. She realized she expression became vulnerable; staring, wanting, a jolt in her heartbeat and mouth parted with flush lips. With a scowl burying her heated need, she snatched her hand back, caressing it instead down his bare chest instead. “Was that a Lord command, a I’m-Your-Husband command, or a I’m-Desperate-To-Be-Fucked command?”

To her delight, he appeared suddenly sheepish. His throat jumped, and he rasped: “My apologies, my love. I demand nothing of you. The shackles, they just…” His voice faded out as she hovered closer. Lightly pressing her lips to his with sympathy, she kissed him softly. Her words breathed against his ear; light as a butterfly’s wings, “Not so easy having no control, is it?” She felt him nod, swallowing thickly once.

In a sign of forgiveness, Essätha leaves sensual kisses across his neck, carefully nipping along his sensitive skin. She stops to lap at his nipple, enjoying the faded growl in the back of his throat as she brushed her breasts to his torso. His chest hair tickled her erogenous zone. Moaning weakly, she traveled over the model of his magnificent chest; suckling and nibbling down to his underwear. There’s a damp spot from the dew of his pre-cum and where her tongue had been earlier. She strips them away; sliding over his body to throw them across the room.

She exhaled, breath fanning over his straining cock. “Gloriousss,” she managed to hiss. Her tongue stroked the inside of his thighs in a single line towards his balls, and he keened with pleasure. Her cheek grazed his rod as she moved up along his leg. She left wet, lewd kisses along his leg; listening to the rapture of his his voice rather than the words in a tongue of elves that made little sense to her.

Shimmying lower down the bed, she anchored her knees for support, and lured her tongue over the head of his cock. His reaction was instantaneous. Amon arched; his hips lifting, and a ragged moan poured out of him in a reverberating tones. Without looking up, she feels the burn of his eyes on the top of her head as her braid falls on his thigh. She encouraged him to nudge his legs wider for her, dragging nails against one leg and taking a steady grasp of the base of his length with the other. Through clenched teeth, her husband draws out a fizzling gasp of hope.

Swirling her tongue along the head of his manhood, she tasted the tangy musk of his desire. Her lips kiss along his slit and she engulfs just the head, sucking lightly. He pulled up like a bow strung too tight; tense, rigid, stiff in the groin as he grunted loudly. The moment he urged his hips up again, requesting more, she retracted; laving her tongue down his shaft and back up again slowly. She paused to leave an open-mouth kiss on the underside of his length before repeating the gesture; smoothly gliding her tongue over the other side of his dick and back up to leave a filthy kiss beneath his leaking slit.

A string of ‘please’s tumbled out of his mouth. Essie offerd him a sinister smirk, casting a glazed look up at his face. He’s more flush than ever. Wriggling into the mattress, he huffed and screws up his mouth with vexation. It’s gone in a flash; parting his mouth into a gratifying cry of euphoria as she dipped her head once more, taking him into her mouth to suck deeply before popping him out with a prurient wet kiss.

“Essätha,” he appealed, twisting his hands to hold the silken lengths. She hummed at his inquiry, lowering herself to lap along the base of his erection. Her tongue darted out against his scrotum; dipped lower and moved along his sack. A whimper escaped the nobleman and he thrust into her hand that still gripped him, wheezing helplessly as she took one ball into her mouth and sucked gently. “More,” he wailed involuntarily.

She was more than eager to please. His reactions were perfect. Yearning and hot. She danced her tongue along the sensitive skin, moving him up and down in her mouth. From one, she moved on to the other; leaving his balls shining with her saliva. Her nose pressed into the base of his cock as she stroked him gently, up and down. His legs trembled with the effort to remain steady, to not plunge himself into fucking her hand and mouth in a sad attempt to finish himself. A ravenous moan of bliss fueled him as he sank into the covers, head lulling, mouth open.

“Good girl,” he gasped, her tongue flicking at the skin along his dick and scrotum. She kissed and licked her way back up his member, listening to the unsteady roughness of his breathing. He groaned as she sucked the tip of his head once more. “Essie, please. Please.”

Gradually, she bobbed her head. Lowering further onto his cock, she takes the girth and weight of him deeper. Her throat flexes, her cheeks hollow, and she sucks him a little tighter the deeper he goes. Amon’s groans grow animalistic with hunger; constant, wild, and passionate. He flexes his hips forward, as far as he’s able, scrambling for more.

In a rhythmic motion, she begins to fuck him. Swallowing the pre-cum leaking from his slit, she moved her lips over him and dipped her tongue along the side. It grazed him; swirling and flattening in different directions. Her hand fists him all the while; clenching and relaxing, moving up and down to caress and bring him higher. She cupped his balls in her other hand, breathing deeply through her nose, and massaged them slowly. He babbles some sweet-nothings, but it’s near impossible to make out in a rush of crude words and whining.

Darting her eyes over him, she appreciated the erotic dance of his hips, the helpless writhing of his body. Perspiration drenched his skin. She relaxed the suction, aiming her tongue to throttle over the head of his hardness before taking him deep once more. His eyes open and close; moving from her to the ceiling, hissing through his teeth. She can make out the slight chaffing against his wrists even from where she was; turning a reddish hue as he struggled against his bonds.

“Close,” he bit out. “M’close.” Another gasp, and he bucked up towards the heat of her mouth engulfing him. She winced; tears momentarily blinding her eyes from the sudden jab to the back of her throat before he settled back into the bed. His length passed the spread of her full lips, and Essätha dragged in a large breath, licking her tongue along the slit of his cock one last time before sitting up. Her jaw ached. She let go of his dick and ballsack slowly to rub along her jawline for a moment. Despite herself, a smile pulled at her aching face, watching her Lord lounge in the sheets, trying to catch his breath with eyes shuttered to the world.

While he was wonderfully preoccupied and trying to regain composure, Essie rolled off of him to crawl further up the bed. She fumbled with the nightstand, producing a condom from its contents. Leaving the drawer open, she ripped open the packet and pitched it. Taking the contents from inside, she rolled the damn thing down his shaft, still slick from her mouth. It fit snuggly in place, right where it should, with the end slightly extended as it should be.

Gripping the edges of her panties, she yanked them off in a single fluid gesture. They fell off the edge of the bed as she slipped forward, straddling her husband by the hips. An ecstatic moan of impatience dragged out of her chest. Amon’s eyes snapped open wide and sudden as she slid down, allowing his cock to glide against her folds wet with want to brush her clitoris.

The entire headboard lurched forward with a defiant shirek. Twisting his wrists, a bellowing sound of remorse filled the room from his lungs as she moved again, a shaky sigh moving past her lips. Gods the pangs of need were torture. She was starving for just a pinch of his love, just a bit of his fiery elation and the taste of his lust. Just a little relief. Her walls clenched against nothing, wanting more as her mouth fell open, that sweet bundle of nerves in her bud blooming as her back arched to move against him once more.

Slamming his head back into the pillow, Amon drove his hips forward maddeningly. “Untie me!” he relented, his eyes catching hers. She blinked sluggishly, lost in the dark colors of his eyes for a moment not comprehending as he turned the cuffs around in his grip. “Essätha. Please. Untie me. I need to touch you.”

Wearing a saucy smile, she inclined over him. “So elaborate for me, my beloved: a blow job doesn’t get you hot and bothered enough to demand being released, but my pussy against your cock does?”

He groaned, gyrating his hips once more to grind his shaft into her clit so her eyes fluttered shut, and she mewled with astonishment. His lips wet his lips, and he groaned softly, “Untie me, Essie. I want to feel you. I want to hold you. I want to participate and please you by the Light of Pelor, please.”

His gaze was rounded with pleading. With a hitch in her breath, she leaned back. The nectar of her want glistened against his erection as she hung just above against his chest, dotting a kiss to his upper collarbone while reaching for his left hand. “You are a sentimental softie, m’lord,” she murmured, unfurling the first knot as she finished close to his ear, making him shiver, “I love it. I love you, m’lord Amon.”

Calm. His scorching eyes slipped over her face with in the soothing silence. She felt a sense of unease; as though she may have been tricked, as her hands worked on the last knot. His free hand moved to her face, brushing frizzy strands of loose hair from her braid aside. He cupped her chin, examined her swollen lip, and stroked his thumb along her jaw. As the silk slackened on his other wrist, he pulled his arm free to hold her cheeks instead. Turning her face, Essie pressed an apologetic kiss to the tender area of his skin, worn from the fabric chafing at his flesh.

“I love you, Essätha Meduza Illiad, my wife,” he rumbled conclusively. He followed her as she pulled away, his lips mirroring over the outline of hers as she panted. Pulling his legs in just enough to offer support as they sat up; her in his lap, he ran his hands down her throat. She trembled beneath the light contact, barely grazing her shoulders and massaging down her curves. He halted as she lifted her hips; kneading her ass and guiding her forward.

Her eyelashes fluttered. Slowly, she sank down on his member. A synchronized set of moans pushed past their lips. The broad hands on her rear smoothed up her back, embracing her close. With a steady thrust, and rotation of his hips, Amon moved deeper. She clenched against his cock, keening pitifully. By all the gods, he felt incredible. She was soaked for him, and he fit so perfectly inside her.

They moved slowly; finding a gradual pace. Feathered kisses lined her jaw, up her cheeks, to her forehead, and over her nose. Essie gasped, gripping his shoulder and his waist while rocking into him. He found her lips. A tender pressure; careful of her inflamed lower lip. His tongue swept against her own as her mouth parted and she shuddered. It was gone too soon. Her head spinning; already dizzy and lightheaded from the waves of heavenly bliss as he moved on to leaves kisses down her throat. Scrapping teeth against her skin, circling his tongue against her sweaty skin.

Amon’s hips bucked firmly up into hers. Throwing her head back, she moaned with ecstasy. With a hand against her back keep her steadily in place, her breasts squished to his chest, Amon edged a hand between them to the juncture of her thighs. His pointer and middle found her clitoris and he circled her nub. Flicking the hood, rubbing her furiously, she ground into his hand and moaned close to his ear. Her fang caught his earlobe and she licked against the shell as he bit her neck gently.

“Darling,” he grunt; honeyed with fondness. He jolted; driving his hips at just the right angle to spark a dangerous fire inside. She whimpered, riding him fast. His groans increased in tempo and strength, and he kissed her vigorously, repeating her name over and over again like a prayer. “Essätha. Essätha. Essätha-”

The nobleman let out a loud groan. She could feel the ripples of him spilling into the rubber as he continued to move. His fingers changed tactics; one barely whispering a coaxing gesture against her sensitive bundle of nerves, and the other tickling just to the side. It was a strange combination, but the sensation worked. She jumped; hissing. Her thighs pressed close, moving against his limp erection. Too close though. It was right there and he cursed; trying to help her chase it-

The world faded, and she toppled into paradise. Screaming his name weakly with release, her walls fluttered and pulsed around his cock. Her climax coated the condom, and dripped on to the sheets as she slumped weakly against her husband’s chest, gasping. His hand retracted from her mound and she quivered once more, resting her head to his shoulder.

Sucking her juices from his fingers, Amon wrapped his arm back around her. She winced as he guided her off of him; a slight burn in her loins. He rolled the condom back up, and ditched the used latex off to the side. His beard rasped against her cheek as he nuzzled her. A kiss pressed to her temple and he flopped back into bed, guiding her with him to lay sprawled out across his torso.

Leaving a delicate, romantic kiss to the underside of his chin, Essätha exhaled heavily with contentment. “That was extraordinary,” she stated quietly, lifting her head to gaze at him with a sultry smile. “Good for you?”

“Fantastic,” he replied, chuckling.

She grinned. “Think you’re ready to go back to work?” she teased.

“Absolutely not,” he scoffed, rubbing a hand to the back of her neck, urging her forward. “Now com’ere you, it’s my turn. And I want to kiss all over your gorgeous smiling face, to start with.”

Snickering, Essie climbed closer to the temptation of his crafty grin and tranquil, loving eyes to meet his gentle mouth in an intimate kiss. A strong arm around her, another tucked in the loose curls around her ear where they’d fallen. He breathed her in; kissed her sweet and soft, and whispered a poetic verse in elvish she recognized that made her insides melt. This moment and this man, it was all hers. And as she smiled into the kiss, she knew in the depths of her heart, nothing could possibly make her happier. She found refuge with him. She found home, with him. He took such care of her heart and its misshapen form; and her soul, which some days she still wasn’t sure wasn’t tainted by some blot of darkness.

“I love you,” she muffled against his lips once more. “I love you,” he repeated quietly, caressing her spine. She sighed pleasantly, arching into his touch. With lowered lashes, she allowed herself to be vulnerable. Limp; safe in his arms. The safest place she ever knew. His mouth pressed to the corner of her own and she curled up into him. Nothing to fear touched her here; no doubts, no sorrows. Only happiness. Only him. Her hands slipped over his cheeks, rubbing his beard and gliding up into his hair. She drew him deep into her lungs, kissed him tenderly in return, and did something she’d never done before, until she had him.

She lived. Perfectly happy, lost in the moment, and cradled in the security of his arms. Home, loved, and utterly and totally at peace, with him, her beloved Lord Amon.

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can I request an adora x reader nsfw where adora learns that her s/o wants to bang she-ra and gives her what she wants? love ur writing!

Yes ofc! Thank you sm!! N*FW// UNDER THE CUT

“Oh, so you want She-Ra, huh?” Adora smugly grins at you, wiggling her eyebrows. God, what an ego boost this must be for her. You’re sure that your whole face is beet red, avoiding her gaze as she chuckles lowly. “What is it about her? The height? The muscles? The glorious hair?” she teases you, lightly resting her hands on your hips. 

You bury your head in the crook of her neck, flustered, mumbling, “A-Adora...” She laughs, suddenly gripping your hips and lifting you up over her shoulder. You yelp as she walks over to your shared bed, gently tossing you onto it before grinning smugly again as she concentrates. Squinting your eyes as she begins to glow brightly, you can barely make out her figure as she transforms into She-Ra. Your heartbeat speeds up as the glow fades to reveal She-Ra, looking at you with a smirk and half lidded eyes. 

She slowly climbs over you, her smirk growing into a grin as she lowers herself so her lips just barely brush against yours. “Like what you see?” she teasingly murmurs, and you can’t stop yourself from closing the distance between your lips, kissing her deeply as her hands run over your form. You shiver as her hands reach under your shirt, the cold metal of her wrist plates brushing against your warm skin. 

She separates from you, pulling your shirt over your head before diving into the crook of your neck, gently nipping the sensitive skin. Her tiara presses against your jaw, and you find yourself leaning into it. You gasp as her tongue sneaks out to lap at your neck, exploring where you’re the most sensitive before sucking on it. Her hands travel behind you, unclasping your bra and tossing it elsewhere. You tilt your head to the side, allowing her to leave more marks on your neck, panting heavily as she maps your skin. 

She teasingly rubs the metal of her wrist plates against your hardening nipples, making you gasp and arch your back, pressing yourself further against her. She trails her mouth down to your breasts, taking one nub into her mouth while the other is rolled against her cold wrist plate. The contrast between her, by comparison, hot mouth and cold metal makes you moan loudly, hips twitching up into hers. 

She presses one of her legs in between yours, encouraging you to grind against her thigh as she works on your breasts. One of your hands comes up to tangle in her long hair as you rut against her thigh, moaning. She leans back up to your to kiss you heatedly, slowly moving her leg against you in rhythm with your grinding. It sends jolts of pleasure through you each time she presses harder against you, only making you more desperate for release as your thrusts become quicker.

She swallows your loud moans, sloppily moving her tongue against yours as her hands travel down to the waistband of your pants. You barely even notice her slipping a hand under your underwear until she removes her leg from in between your thighs. You whine, hips twitching to try and chase after her, only to throw your head back as her fingers take its place. She quickly rubs her thumb against your clit in circular motions, letting you buck into her fingers as you grasp at her back. 

Your moans only get louder as you come closer to your release, nails trailing down her muscular (still clothed) shoulders as you try and bring her as close to you as possible. She continues to circle your clit, and you feel the pressure in your stomach start to build. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel your orgasm about to hit, grinding into her fingers one last time before feeling almost overwhelming pleasure shoot through you. 

Your eyes flutter shut as she continues rubbing your clit through the orgasm, making you gasp and involuntarily twitch your hips up to meet her fingers. As you start to come down from your high, you tap her lightly, and she removes her fingers from your pants. Panting heavily, you watch as she slides her fingers into her mouth, sucking off your cum. She grins at you as you intake sharply, leaning down to kiss you after popping her fingers out again. 

“I hope you’re not spent already,” she murmurs against your lips, hands trailing across your figure, “because She-Ra has a lot of stamina.” 

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