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Where There is Love, There is Life | Chapter 5
Chapter 5: Hold on tight | for @elriel-month 2024
Summary: it's Elains birthday
Warnings: birthday sex, oral sex (fem receiving) munch azriel, engagements, birthday parties, sex in a flower field.
Word Count: 5.7k | Masterlist
The morning starts much like every other in the Day court. The sun shines through her massive windows to illuminate Azriel’s wings from where he’s perched between her legs. Laying on his stomach, the light makes his eyes a beautiful gold-flecked caramel. Filled with so much love and life, she could barely breathe— or was that the doing of his tongue?
He teased last night that he would be waking her up with an orgasm for every year she’s been blessing this earth, and she just laughed it off. Now, approaching the 6th climax of the morning, she wasn’t sure how she’d make it to 25 without passing out!
In the last few weeks, she’d come to understand that Azriel was a giver. He would pout if he didn’t get to make her finish at least twice before he did. He wasn’t a fan of ‘quickies’ because he couldn’t obsess over her pleasure the way he craved. And he preferred to have sex at night, knowing he’d get to hold her for at least 6 hours afterwards, unlike in the mornings when they had to bathe and be ready for breakfast immediately after. Today, however, was Elain’s birthday, and she decided to switch breakfast to brunch, which Helion was absolutely fine with as he was up late drinking with his son.
Lucien has yet to leave the Day court, but thankfully, he is on the other side of the palace and out of earshot of what is happening in her chambers. Thank the mother, oh, thank the mother, indeed.
She screamed out his name as she approached the height of another orgasm on her lover's skilled tongue. Back arching off the bed, hair a mess, sweat gathering behind her knees… she heaved a breath, clutched her breast and let go completely.
And to think, just 2 weeks ago, she had never had an orgasm?
With a hand in his hair, keeping it out of his eyes so they could stare at each other, she pulls him off her cunt— transfixed on the trail of slick and spit that connects her to his bottom lip. “Az…”
“Yes, my queen?” His voice is so deep she realizes this is the first time he’s spoken this morning.
“I can handle maybe 1 more,” she explains, her breathing still heavy as her chest rises and falls in rapid succession. “And I’d like it to be on your cock this time.”
He sits on his knees, wiping his face with his forearm and licking his lips— she does the same as her eyes trail down his chest in admiration of his naked form. Holy gods, how did she get so lucky to be bedded by a male like Azriel? To be loved by a male like him? To be his one true love match in the entire fucking world?!
“How do you want me?” He asks. It is her day, after all.
“Come here,” she beckons him closer. “I want to hold you; I need to feel you on me, in me… everywhere.”
He hovers over her, brushing her hair off her face as he stares at her. “Your wish is my command,” he teases, gently kissing her cheek. Then, on the other cheek, her chin, nose, and forehand, she closes her eyes and gets a peck on each lid before he cups her face and plants one right on her mouth. "Hold on, tight."
Oh, this was going to be a long morning.
—
Walking through the shops on the main street of Solveig, the sun shines down on the white, sparkling pavement, making it look like it's been stuffed with diamonds. Azriel holds her hand the whole time, following her through shops that pique Elains interest until she stops dead in her tracks.
“What is it?” Az asks.
She spins him around, “You can’t look. I think I just found my dream wedding dress.”
His brows raise, “I haven’t even asked you yet?”
She tilts her head to the side, smirking, “I told you I want to marry you. It’ll happen eventually. When it does, I will wear the dress in that window display. So you need to go back to the palace.”
“Seriously?”
“Uh-huh,” she nods with purpose. “You have to go. Take the shadows with you. I need to buy this dress.”
“Alright,” he gives in but pulls her in for one last kiss. “Just remember your party starts an hour before sunset… so don’t be out too long.”
She shakes her head and kisses him again. “That’s just Azriel for you’re going to miss me too much,” she teases him between kisses.
He hums against her mouth, not wanting to go at all. She finally pushes back, “Okay, go. I’ll see you soon.”
He sighs, “Fine.” He takes a step back. He doesn’t have the strength to simply walk away, so he winnows, disappearing before her very eyes.
It takes her a moment to enter the store after that. It’s a lot to take in. She never got to buy a dress for her last would-be wedding, making this experience 100 times more real. A million times righter. This was the male she was always meant to marry.
Her one true love.
The dress is made with the classic day court iridescent fabric that perfectly catches the sunlight. It reminds her so much of the thread of hope that widowed fae in Vellaris wove through the void of her tapestry. That story moved her to her core. It made her think of Azriel and how his understanding of her powers drew her out of her mind before she went crazy. He is the bright light in a world of darkness… it's no wonder he’s surrounded by shadows.
“Can I help you?” A beautiful fae asks as she rounds the corner of the display to smile at Elain. Her skin is almost purple its so pale, her hair a dark onyx. She is stunning but still not as beautiful as the dress.
Elain nods, fingers twiddling with the fabric of the skirt; she can’t take her eyes off it. “I’m getting married soon…”
“This would be the perfect dress for a day court wedding,” she exudes.
“It’ll be in the night court,” she explains. “That’s where I live. I’m just visiting for a few weeks.”
“I’m sure the stars will illuminate the fabric just the same as the sun does, if not more so. The undertones are purple and blue; the moonlight should make it pop even more,” she says, really selling it as if Elain wasn’t already certain. “Would you like to try it on?”
“Oh, I would love to,” Elain lets out a deep sigh.
The female takes her size, realizing the only dress left that would fit her is on the display itself. It takes a few minutes for her to take the dress off the manakin, which is perfect because it’s just enough time for her two best friends to walk into the store.
The moment she sent Azriel away, she knew he’d send the wraiths to watch over her. Not trusting a shadow to keep her dress a secret, he knew his two best spies, Elain's favourite beings, would keep everything quiet until their special day.
They haven't talked about the wedding much. They’ve agreed to have one when the timing is right. When they’re done dealing with the cauldron and the death lord who’s controlling her mate's true love. They don’t have a date, they don’t have a theme, she doesn’t even have a new engagement ring… yet she’s picking out a dress.
“Elain, it’s beautiful,” Nuala swoons.
Cerridwen can’t even find words. “What is that fabric?” She eventually asks.
The sales lady smiles, “My sister-in-law is a weaver. She made this iridescent thread, and I was able to sew it into this holographic purple silk so that as the light hits, the dress looks three different colours.”
“I think a purple wedding would be lovely,” Cerridwen places her hand on Elain’s back. “We can have wisteria and lavender!”
“Aster, butterfly bush, creeping plox!” Nuala adds. “It’ll be the most beautiful wedding ever thrown.”
And Elain couldn’t wait.
—
Rhysand and Feyre are the first to arrive, as always. Nuala and Cerridwen close behind, taking in all the bags and being shown their rooms by the day court servants. His shadows follow them to relay the message that Elain is alone in a dress shop, trying on wedding dresses and shouldn’t be alone. Her best friends should be there.
Az barely has a chance to say hello to Feyre before she’s dashing inside with Nyx on her hip. "I'm sorry, he pees every time we winnow. I have to change him,” she explains in her hurry.
Azriel smiles at Rhys; it’s the first time they’ve really been alone with one another since everything came out. “I’m sorry,” Rhys rushes out. “I shouldn’t have kept you from her. I stepped in, and it wasn’t my place. You were right about the cauldron, and I just couldn’t see it.”
“It’s okay,” Azriel assures him. “At the end of the day, I now have the female of my dreams. I’m happier than I’ve ever been, Rhys… but I do know how you can make it up to me.”
Rhys cocks his head to the side, scared for whatever he’s about to say. “If you want me to pay for—
Az laughs, “No, I’m perfectly good on funds. It is about the wedding, however. Would you be opposed to me giving Elain a ring from your family’s collection?”
Puzzled, he simply asks, “Which one?”
“Your mother used to wear this pink ring… the band is gold, it has a flower under the stone. She was wearing it that first Solstice we all spent together, the first time I felt like I had a real family. If you still have it, I’d like to gift it to Elain. I know your mother would’ve loved her,” Az explains.
Rhys smiles, “You can absolutely have that one… and now that we’re all mated, it’s about time I told you and Cassian a secret she’s had me keep for hundreds of years now.”
“What?” Az can’t believe it, 1 because when would she have made him keep this secret and 2, how could he, the spymaster, not know it already?”
“Alongside all the dresses my mother made for my mate, there are a handful of dresses made for your mates. Surprisingly, the ones she made for Cassian's are all silver, shades of orange and forest greens. Your mates are pinks, purples and floral… it’s almost like she knew,” Rhys explains. “She’d want our mates to have something in common— apart from dealing with Illyrian babies all the time.”
Az laughs, or else he’d cry, overwhelmed with love. “When we come home, I’d love to see them.”
—
This is Elain’s second birthday in Prythian. Her second birthday as a fae. She had no idea what to expect after seeing the parties thrown for Feyre and even Nyx’s first birthday. Especially with Helion at the helm.
She has Nuala rush her dress (which she paid for with Helion’s account like he said she should do when out and about) home to the night court and hide it in her own closet, somewhere Azriel would never dare look. Leaving Cerridwen to help her get an appropriate party dress and weave some flowers into her hair.
Azriel admires her from the doorway to the bathing room. Leaning against the frame, he can see her reflection in the mirror she sits in front of. She can see him, too. They smile at each other, excited to spend the night dancing and drinking and happy— publicly and proudly around all of their family.
She makes small talk with Cerridwen while staring back at Az. Filling her in on her training, the cool things she’s learned and how excited she is to teach them the art of manifestation through food! She’s been dying to get into the kitchen and stir in happiness and love and prosperity! Combining her love of baking and her need to make everyone around her happy will be life-changing… and now that Nyx is enjoying more meals, she can bestow him with wisdom and growing pain relief and courage as he starts to fly.
“All done,” Cerridwen says, patting her shoulder. “I’m going to assist Feyre now.”
“Thank you,” Elain says with a glowing smile. "Remember, you have tonight off, and you get to enjoy the party.”
“We will,” Cerridwen nods before disappearing from thin air.
“It’s so cool how they do that,” Elain raves. Standing from her chair at the vanity, she turns to see her one true love. “You look handsome this evening.”
He blushes slightly, “you are stunning, my love. As always.”
She walks over to him, her hand on his chest. He has a few buttons of his dress shirt open; wearing black in the summer heat meant he had to let his skin breathe a little… she loved it. “What did you get up to while I was shopping?”
“I went home.”
Her brow furrows, “why?”
He walks with her to the middle of the room and takes a step back. “I needed to get this,” he explains as he drops to one knee and a ring box appears in his hand.
“Azriel?” She can’t believe it.
“Elain,” he smiles up at her, eyes welling with tears. “When I was a little boy, I didn’t ever imagine I’d know what true love feels like… I had experienced love from my mother, from Rhys’ mother. From the brothers I made. Yet I always longed for more. For 500 years, I longed to belong to someone; I longed to be loved and cherished and understood. The moment I met you in that estate in the human realm, I knew. I knew what true love was. It was doing anything for your people, it was feeding strangers, it was kind words and stollen glances and brushed fingers. As I got to know you, as I sat with you when you healed, I realized there was no one else in this world I wished to learn how to be loved from than you. It filled me with such joy to see you heal and flourish and become who you were always meant to be and now… now you get to be mine. If you so wish.”
She lets tears run down her cheeks as she listens, trying not to sob as her breath catches every few sentences. “I already am yours, Azriel. I have been for a long time.”
He opens the ring box, displaying the most beautiful ring she’s ever seen. “This belonged to Rhysand’s mother.. She wore it on my first-ever Solstice with a real family. The first time, I thought my life could get better. I asked Rhys if I could give it to you, the female who I chose to be my forever. The female who would build a family with me.”
He takes the ring from the box, she extends her hand, and he slides it onto her ring finger. “I know I shouldn’t bring it up, but after the last one… I wanted you to have a ring that represented love and life and beauty, not death and fear.”
She bites her lip, trying hard not to cry even harder. He’s right. This ring represents so much. Their relationship is built on love and trust, friendship and true bonding. Attraction, need, and true wanting. He is the love of her life, and she is his… and she gets him forever. A real forever. Not a measly 50 years if she’s lucky.
Forever.
—
They’re the last to arrive at the party, by Helion’s request. He wanted her to have a big entrance, to be cheered for as she entered the glen the way she deserved to be.
In the last 2 weeks, Helion has become one of her best friends. She can’t imagine life without knowing him this intimately now. He’s the first to hug her as she walks in, taking her hand immediately after, leaving Azriel to trail them.
He’s outdone himself. The field is beautiful, filled with tall grass and beautiful flowers. He’s cleared out a section to hold a few tables and chairs, a dance floor, and a platform for a small band that plays quietly as he shows her around. She has a pile of presents and a table filled with foods and cakes, and her family is all waiting patiently for their chance to hug her.
Nesta is the first to rush to her, as it’s been two weeks since they last saw each other. They haven’t gone this long apart since Nesta’s time recovering in the house of wind. She holds her sister so close, breathing her in. She smells like safety and home. As she pulls back, she can’t stop smiling, “Thank you for coming.”
“Anything for my baby sister,” Nesta teases. “Have you been having fun?”
She nods, “I love it here.”
“I’m trying to convince her to stay forever,” Helion teases.
“That would ruin my present to her,” Rhys teases.
Elain peaks around Nesta to look at him, “Oh gods, what did you do?”
“You’ll find out.”
“We should do presents now,” Morrigan jumps in. “Get it out of the way before we get too drunk to pay attention.”
Everyone laughs, “Yes, I like that plan.” Amren agrees. “I’d like to give you mine first.”
Taken aback, she blinks at her, “okay?” She didn’t expect a gift from Amren.
They make her take a seat at the head of the table, saying they’ll each take a turn bringing her a gift. Amren places a large pink box in front of her. “I’ve had this for many years; I was never able to truly do anything with it. I believe you can, now.”
She pulls at the blue ribbon, freeing the box so she can lift the lid off. Inside, she spots the clear sphere. “Oh my…” her jaw drops as she realizes what it is. “Are you sure?”
“What is it?” Cassian asks, trying to sit up straighter to get a better look.
“A crystal ball,” Amren says with a smirk. “For our all-seeing, all-knowing friend.”
“It’s beautiful,” Elain swoons, hand to her chest. “Thank you, Amren. I can’t wait to learn how to use it.”
“I’ll add it to the lesson plans,” Helion teases as he approaches the table with her gifts on it. “My turn.”
He places box after box in front of her, overwhelming her slightly. “Helion, no… this is too much.”
“It’s not,” he assures. “Open them, you’ll see.”
Sure enough, inside, there is everything she would ever need to continue her training at home in the Night Court. Tarot cards, astrological charts, star maps, herbs and spices, dice, a sound bowl for her meditation and a few books on divination. It’s all the stuff she’s seen in his office and personal library. Hand-me-downs, if you will.
“Thank you,” she raises from her chair to wrap him up in another hug. “Now I don’t have to find them in shops on my own.”
Rhys simply places an envelope in front of her without saying anything. She hesitates, making worried eye contact with Az and then Feyre. Rhysand was an insane gift-giver. There was no price too large for him… so finding ownership of a plot of land on the Sidra was not a real shock. The papers have her and Azriel listed as owners, and from the address, she knows it’s a stone's throw from the river house.
She shakes her head at him, “You are crazy.”
“You can build a home there. It’s close to your greenhouse on our property, so you won’t have to build another. I have an architect friend who would like to help you. You can build whatever you wish—a library, a spell room, a nursery…” Rhys explains.
Elain smirks, “Thanks, but you know I can’t have his baby.”
“You can…” Nesta announces, looking awkward as everyone turns to her. “When I said I asked the cauldron to change our anatomy… I meant all 3 of us. I knew this was coming. You two are not subtle about how much you love each other. Since you took his hand and led him to the garden, I knew.”
“But… but our daughter comes from Illyria?” Elain can’t fathom it. “I know we adopt her.”
“There are more ways than 1 to make a family,” Lucien pipes up, the first thing he’s said to her. He smiles over at Helion, “Taking in a child in need is the greatest thing you could do.”
Elain smiles at him, happy he knows his real father now. He's happy that in the last few days, he’s gotten to feel loved and know someone is proud of him. Their relationship has blossomed so wonderfully. “Thank you, Lucien.”
“I brought you something you’ll actually like this time,” he teases, knowing now that she loved to get her hands dirty in the garden and those gloves were not suitable for her.
He places a small box on her place setting, helping his father clear away all the previous boxes. As she opens it, the smell hits her. Sweets from the human lands. Her favourite sweets are the ones her father used to hide in his study to keep her from stealing. “Mother almighty!” She cheers excitedly. “Lucien, how did you know?”
“Your father and Vassa chatted about quite a few things on our trip back; he mentioned your love for these,” he explains. “I have tried them too; they are quite delicious for human food.”
Cassian goes next, placing a bottle of her favourite brandy in front of her. “It’s old. Like older than me, old.”
“Oo,” she takes it to read the label. “Oh, I’m going to have to open this later. Thank you.”
Nesta hands her a gift bag with a well-known logo on the front. She's not been able to stop thinking about the weaver in the night court who made the iridescent thread. She pulls out the tissue paper so quickly, finding bundles of thread in the most interesting colours.
“For your cross-stitching,” Nesta explains.
“Thank you, these are stunning!” She compliments, placing them back in the bag. “I can’t wait to have some time to make something again.”
Feyre is sitting there with Nyx on her lap, tugging at her hair, whispering to her. “Yes, we can,” she says with a smile. “You can say it.”
“Me present!” Nyx announces, making them all laugh.
Feyre waves it out her hand, summoning something to the table in front of them— it’s a handmade bouquet of paper flowers. Nyx takes them into his hands and Feyre stands up with him. They walk around the table to Elain who reaches out and takes Nyx into her arms, “did you make this?”
He nods, pushing it towards her.
“I love it; they are so beautiful!” Elain praises, kissing his cheek gently. “I will keep them in my room to look at them daily. Thank you, sweetheart.”
He snuggles into her, resting his head on her chest. She holds him as close as she can without crushing his little wings. Resting her cheek on the top of his head, she’s missed her nephew so, so much. She was used to spending most of her days with him, babysitting while his parents had meetings or Feyre worked at the studio. Not having him around all day has been so weird, so she takes in all the love she can right now.
Feyre pulls out a large present, wrapped in brown paper. It’s in the shape of a canvas… Elain is immediately nervous to see what moment of her life her sister has painted.
“Can you—
“Of course,” Feyre starts to peel the paper off immediately so Elain can keep holding Nyx.
Once the paper is off, Feyre turns the canvas around to present a scene she never expected. She cocks her head to the side, taking in the view as her smile builds on her face. “Wow…”
Azriel is standing in front of her, dressed in his solstice best, taking the steaming tray of potatoes from her while she looks up at him in shock and awe. Her cheats heat as she stares at it… she had no idea she was that obvious at the moment. She looked at him like he hung the moon and the stars just for her, and she saw them every time she looked into his eyes.
“I knew then,” Feyre explains. “The moment you ran out of the room to change, the way Azriel all but smacked the spoon out of Cassian’s hand so we’d all wait for you before eating… I knew you’d end up together.”
She turns to find Az smirking, a pink blush creeping up his neck to his cheeks. “It’s beautiful, Feyre.”
“It’s perfect,” Elain adds. “Thank you, we’ll have to dedicate a whole wall to your paintings at our house.”
“Who still hasn’t gone?” Helion asks, holding up a red box.
“Oh,” Morrigan sits up. “Maybe… maybe don’t open that in front of the child.”
Everyone turns to her with a cocked brow. “Why?” Elain asks.
“All I will say is you can put it on later,” she teases, smirking. “I saw it in a shop window, all flowery and pink, and I knew it was perfect for you.”
“That shop must make a killing from you,” Cassian teases her.
“You might as well become a shareholder,” Rhys adds.
“You should be happy I buy things you get to look at,” Morrigan snaps back. “If I remember correctly, you thanked me for the skimpy blue thing I got Feyre—
“Okay,” Feyre pipes up. “Small ears, remember?”
Nuala and Cerridwen are the only ones left now; Elain looks at them, wondering if they want to give her their gift in private. She has her answer when they stand up and each place a card on her placemat.
“These are vouchers,” Nuala explains.
“For kitchen appliances,” Cerridwen adds. “So when you start building you can get that stove you’ve been talking about.”
“Really?” Elain lights right up. “You didn’t have to?”
“We know you will put it to good use,” Nuala praises. “You have been an excellent addition to our kitchen; we can’t wait to make your new space special.”
“As long as you come and visit, it will always be special,” Elain swoons. “I love you… I love all of you. Thank you for this.”
—
Everyone starts to leave the party one by one. Feyre and Rhys are gone first, taking Nyx to bed at an appropriate time. Nuala and Cerridwen disappear into the darkness, doing whatever it is they do in the middle of the night while everyone else is asleep. Cassian and Nesta stay to drink until they’re all over each other and snuck off to fuck somewhere they probably shouldn’t. Lucien and Vassa (whom he retrieved right after sunset) head back with Helion, taking advantage of her human hours to get to know each other better.
And then there was just Elain sitting in Azriel’s lap on a blanket under the moon.
“Here we are again, alone in the dark,” Elain teases. Kissing his cheek as she caresses his arm. Her fingers dance around to his back, to that spot at the base of his wing that makes him whine.
“Only this time we’re confirmed soulmates,” Azriel teases.
“There is no one else in this world I want to belong to.”
Az kisses her cheek and her neck over to her ear, where he whispers, “Mine.”
“Yours,” she breathes out, arching into his touch.
He was quick to lay back and pull her on top of him, making out with her while simultaneously untying the back of her dress. Letting it slip down as he palms her breasts quickly. He bunches up the skirt, letting her pull back enough and put her arms up so he can lift the dress over her head and toss it aside.
“I want to make this last,” she whispers as she pushes him back against the blanket, undoing his pants slowly and pulling them down. He abandoned his suit jacket a while ago and is now just wearing a barely buttoned shirt. Azriel lifted his hips to help her get his pants off, but she got stuck at his ankles. She has to untie his boots, slip them off, and chuck them to the side before his pants can come off. She undoes the last few buttons on his shirt, slipping it down his muscled arms and feeling up his hot skin quickly.
She straddles his hips and sits down on him, grinding slightly as he moves forward on impulse. “Hi,” he whispered, shy all of a sudden with a rosy glow.
Elain puts both of her hands on Azriel’s cheeks. “Hi,” she replied before kissing him, pressing their lips together and breathing him in.
Azriel pulled away with a smile, “if you don’t mind, I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Oh good, here I was thinking we were making a fort,” Elain teased, a sassy tone and a cheesy grin plastered on her face. She was too infatuated for her own good.
Azriel was smiling just as much; he ran his hands over her ass, pulling her in closer, “You’re too talkative sometimes.”
“You love me.”
Azriel pushed her underwear to the side with a smirk, “unfortunately,” he teased while Elain closed her eyes and tilted her head back as his finger danced over her clit gloriously.
He flipped them around and settled himself comfortably to hover over Elain’s body while he pulled her panties down with his free hand. She helped him get them off and spread her legs as quickly as she could so he could resume what he was doing.
Playing with her clit before he slipped down to see how wet she was, his middle slipped right in, making him smirk harder. “Look at you,” it came out so low it was almost a growl. “My perfect girl.”
She moans, tilting her head back and arching her hips forward for more contact. He adds another finger, pumping them in and out of her while his thumb rubs her clit. It feels so fucking good; his fingers are so thick and long, and his hands are so big and coarse, but somehow, this was the most glorious feeling in the world.
“Love you,” Azriel whispers before sucking a mark onto her throat, “so much.” he continues. “You’re a wonderful friend and sister, and now you’re mine.”
Elain couldn’t help but be cheeky today; she was too happy with everything happening in their life and a little too drunk not to be this funny. “I’d hope so; I don’t let just anyone fuck me, you know?” she teased.
Azriel laughed into her neck, “you’re a handful tonight,” he teased before kissing her mouth again.
Azriel licks at her bottom lip, wanting more. Elain opens up, letting their tongues work together. She felt up Azriel’s naked back; his skin was silky soft like the sheets underneath them. Their mouths moved together in a rhythm as if they’d practiced this religiously over the years.
Elain hummed; Azriel pulled back, “You good?”
“Please let me ride you,” Elain all but begs.
They switched places again, Azriel lying down and Elain sitting on his legs again. She watched Azriel lube himself up with her wetness before she positioned herself above him. Slowly sinking down until she bottomed out, she was mesmerized by the feeling of taking him for the first time.
She rests her chest on Azriel’s, putting her forearms on Azriel’s shoulders and leaning in to kiss him once more. Azriel wraps his arms around Elain’s waist and pulls her in close while Elain starts to rock her hips a little.
All smiles, a few breathy moans and a lot of kisses. The birds in the trees were chirping, the light from the moon cascading over them and making them glow in the dark. It was just them in the little world they made together, one that fell together somehow after years of enormous personal tragedies.
She arches her back, switching the angle to get more pleasure out of their exchange. In doing so, she pulls away from Azriel’s mouth, panting in the air while Azriel lets her go. Holding her hips and guiding her back and forth on his cock with a watchful eye before one hand started to wander. Groping her chest, he reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra and help her out of it and immediately sucks one of her nipples into his mouth.
“Fuck,” she moans; it feels far too incredible to only ever do once. “I love you,” she announces. “So much.”
He snickers, “It’s about time you said it again.”
He pulls her in again, cradling her head and lower back as he carefully rolls them over. Settling on his knees, he holds her hips at an angle and fucks into her harder. She uses one arm for support before reaching between them to rub her clit, he looks close, and she wants to cum with him.
All she wanted was to be his from now on, “I’m yours.”
“Yeah? Say it again,” He asks, panting as he drives into her repeatedly.
“I’m Yours! I belong to Azriel!” she shouts into the dark.
“God, I’m so close I’m going to fill you up so good.”
“Please,” she moans, grinding up to meet his thrusts and spreading a glorious feeling through her body. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Wait,” he asks, moving her hand off her clit and fucking her a bit harder; his hips sputter, “fuck, I’m cumming.”
The feeling alone of him hitting her cervix is enough to send her over the edge, then she feels his cum start to fill her up. The pads of his fingers land on her clit, rubbing with intent as he fucks her through his orgasm.
After this morning, she didn’t think that she could cum so hard again, swearing she blacked out as he kept going even though her compulsions. Sweating like she’s just done a workout, panting like she’s been deprived of oxygen, she can’t believe that just happened.
Azriel collapses onto her, still inside her as his chest rests on hers. The coarseness of his chest hair is excellent, his head on her shoulder and his hot breath on her neck.
“I love you,” is the first thing Azriel says when he can finally speak again. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
“I love you,” she replies with a smile. “I’m yours. Forever”
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theodore nott nsfw headcannons!!
nsfw 18+, minors dni (or do i cant stop yall)
warnings: implied sex, oral sex (both receiving), hair pulling, choking, dirty talk, p in v, praising and degrading, slight begging, possible more (pls tell me if i missed anything)
side note: italics are like flashback typa things idk what to call them lol
a/n: i was bad grammar and i make a lot of typos, i proofread it but if you find anything i’m sorry, it’s like 12 am rn and i can’t sleep lol also bare with me and the translations i used google.
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he LOVES giving you neck kisses, and leaving hickeys all over you, he wants everybody to know your his.
this man is a pussy eating god, not only does he live eating you out, he’s absurdly good at it, he loves the way he has to push your thighs back open when ever he lets out a throaty moan, sending vibrations right through your core.
he is horny 24/7 his sex drive is actually crazy, he go for rounds. he loves it when you start getting overstimulated. “please theo, i can’t,“ you whine, legs closing around his waist. “shh, it’s okay amore mio, just one more for me” he coos as he thrusts into you, his cock hitting your cervix making you let out a string of whimpers and moans. “fuck, quei gemiti sono così sexy, tesoro” (translation: those moans are so sexy, baby)
whenever he is giving or receiving head, there is always a common factor. hair pulling. whether it’s the way you tug and pull on his hair while he eats you out makes him go absolutely feral or if it’s the way he grips your hair, thrusting up into your mouth as he moans, either way he loves it.
he is 1000% a tits man. god he loves your boobs so fucking much. he loves touching them, squeezing them, anything, whether you’re fucking or even just cuddling (really doesn’t seem like a theo thing but he just loves being close to you and touching you)
he likes being rough, especially after losing a quidditch match or when someone flirts with you. he’s extremely jealous and he knows it. he loves hearing the way you beg him to let you cum. “please, theo, i’m gonna- fuck” you moan, your hips bucking up. you expected him to push them back down but he doesn’t, he just smiles smugly down at you “c’mon good girl, cum for me”
even if you weren’t together yet you were still his.
he has a thing for hickeys, he just loves the way you look with hickeys littering your neck and collarbones, leading down towards your chest. he thinks you look absolutely amazing with his hand wrapped around your neck, as he fucks you senselessly.
he definitely has a hair pulling kink.
he loves it when you call him teddy, it drives him fucking crazy.
he loves praising you and letting you know how much pleasure you bring him but on that note he also liked degrading, but he mostly degrades when he’d being rougher.
whenever he’s being rough with you and choking you he is always super gentle, making sure you can still breath, and that your okay.
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sorry it’s so short, i’m at school rn lol and i don’t want my ohine to get taken lol
— juelz.
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God Bless The She Devil Who Made Joel Miller
Pairing: BFD!Joel x F!Reader
18+ only!!!
Summary: After a fight with your boyfriend, your best friend Sarah invites you to say with her at her childhood home with her dad.
CW: Joel be peekin, Joel is mean (but you like it). I’m choosing not to say anything else to not spoil anything so engage at your own risk.
AN: You can all thank @littlevenicebitch69 for this. She asked for being caught, but I am daddy and I know what she really wants 😉 thank you @mermaidgirl30 for being my forever beta xo
Graphics by @saradika-graphics
God bless the absolute angel who brought Sarah Miller into your life. She somehow convinced her dad to let you stay with them over spring break after your boyfriend locked you out of your shared apartment and then refused to answer the phone or let you in. Sweet, empathetic, and dependable Sarah was at your apartment minutes after you called her and didn’t have to say much to her dad to let him allow you to stay.
And God bless the absolute she devil who made Joel Miller and put him in close proximity with you. You have a boyfriend, maybe, you can’t be sure, but you do know you have it HARD for Joel Mother Fucking Miller. He’s exactly the type of man that would classify as a DILF, and you don’t even consider yourself into older men. But Joel isn’t older, he’s experienced and charming and every single thing he does seems to turn you on.
Sarah has been working a day shift at the local grocery store during the break and Joel is off running his contracting business. Joel Miller, sweaty and dirty and building things with his large calloused hands. Fuck, you try to shake that image from your brain because you certainly do not need another image of him to touch yourself too.
You have a job serving in the evenings so the house is quiet and all yours during the day. This afternoon the sun peeks through your curtains and wakes you. Sun dancing along the pale yellow walls of the spare bedroom. You pick up your phone and see that it’s clear and sunny, the perfect day to lay out by the pool that Joel said you could use, “make yourself at home, darlin’, any friend of Sarah is welcome anytime.”
You practically leap out of bed and into your ensuite bathroom to brush your teeth and get ready to lay out in the sun. You rush down the hall in the swimsuit Sarah lent you, a large blue and white striped pool towel tucked under your arm.
You love Sarah, but there’s no chance you’re wearing this ridiculous one piece swimsuit to tan, plus you’re alone so what’s the harm? Joel doesn’t get home until well after 5 pm most nights, Sarah usually around 3 or 4, and she’s seen you naked more than once. Plus the backyard is fairly private, most likely no one will see anything.
Fuck it, you think to yourself, slipping the red lycra straps off your shoulders and then shimmying the suit down your body. The sun immediately warms your skin and that boost of vitamin D already has you feeling lighter and happier. You spread the towel down on the chair and lay on your stomach, tying your hair on top of your head and then grabbing your phone.
You flip through Spotify before settling on the album Ten by Pearl Jam. As the first song floats across the backyard, you rest your cheek on your hands and let the fast paced grunge music wash away your thoughts of your boyfriend and what you’re going to do next week when you go back to school. All that matters now is the sun on your skin.
X•X•X•X•X•X•X
Joel was just about to start working on some paperwork for his next building when he heard movement in the hallway. You must be up for the day, he should probably let you know he’s working from home today, just in case. He wants you to be comfortable here, even if it’s killing him to see you wandering around his house in those small denim shorts you wear to work. Last night he was almost certain he could see your hard nipples peeking out from the fabric of your tight white t-shirt.
Absolutely not, Joel. He scolds himself.
He hears you pad down the hall and then the unmistakable swoosh of the sliding glass door to the backyard. He glances out the window in his office to see you slip the red swimsuit Sarah lent you off your body. His cock was already painfully hard behind his jeans.
She just turned 21. The Angel on his shoulder reminds the devil that’s tempting him from the other side.
His mouth waters as he looks at your body. Your tits are perky, pink little nipples hardening as the air hits them.
She's going through a hard time. The good side of his conscience seems to be losing but he finds an ounce of strength and looks away. He can’t be staring at you.
He tries to focus on this goddamn contract but even little deadline and “initial here” blend together and all he can see in the jumbled words of the page is that little strip of hair that leads to that bundle of nerves he so badly wants to suck on. When he looks up again you’re laying face down, round and perky ass facing his window and on display for him. She must not know he’s home, and now she’s going to think he’s a total fucking creep if he says something now.
She’s your daughter's best friend. No, she’s off limits. Beyond off limits. Get it together, Miller.
And then your music drifts through his cracked window. You’re listening to Pearl Jam. So now not only are you incredibly tempting but you also have the music of his teenage years blasting. He can’t resist anymore, glancing out of the window to see you still laying on your stomach and your plush ass bouncing along as you wiggle to Eddie Vedder singing about still being alive.
He’s not sure how it happens, his body seems to move without him knowing, and suddenly he’s standing at the window, staring down into the backyard at you. His muscular arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the large window frame.
He slows his breathing and focuses on you - every dip and curve, every freckle, every little bit of skin being absorbed by his heated gaze. Your legs are slightly parted, but not enough for him to be able to see your cunt, and fuck does he want to see it.
His palms tingle with the need to cup your ass, maybe spank you for being naked in the middle of the day. He has neighbors, they could see you right now. This is unacceptable and you should be punished.
Just as he’s about to head downstairs his cell phone rings loudly and you shoot up onto your elbows and look over your shoulder at him, eyes locking with his before a tiny smile crosses your face. Joel looks away quickly and grabs his cell, almost crushing the device in his grasp as he answers.
X•X•X•X•X•X•X
Joel Miller was fully lurking at your naked body, and while that should probably embarrass you, you need to get fucked. You need something, anything, to forget about that piece of shit boyfriend who locked you out and refuses to talk to you or let you get your stuff. Sarah told you when you first met that he had her when he was 19, so it’s not like he’s THAT much older than you. Plus it’s just fucking.
Yep, I’m going for it.
You gather the towel around your body loosely, hooking your swimsuit on your finger and twirling it happily as you head into the house, determined to confront him and then seduce him. When you head up the stairs he’s standing in the doorframe of his office, just across from the spare bedroom you’re occupying. He looks deliciously pissed, one arm propped above his head on the door frame, the other on his hip, knee popped out. Your pussy flutters at the thought of his large, angry body above yours.
The opening bars of Jeremy fill the silence between you two, almost daring the other to make the first move.
“Turn that off,” Joel snaps. “I’m working.”
“Didn’t look like you were working a few minutes ago,” you say back, matching his energy.
Joel’s eyes narrow, brows furrowing, but you can tell he’s fighting to keep his eyes on yours. You lick your lips, testing him, teasing him, pushing him to see if he’ll take the bait. The flick of his eyes to your lips happens so quickly you almost miss it.
You let out a scoff, “Ya, that’s what I thought.” You step towards him, so close that you can smell the coffee and sawdust on him. “Wanna take a break from all that work?” You say the word work teasingly, trying to entice him.
“Go to your room and put some clothes on. Don’t let me catch you naked in the backyard again,” He says deeply, then closes his office door in your face.
You smirk to yourself, dropping the towel at his door and wandering into your room leaving the door wide open. You hook your phone to the Bluetooth speaker as you lay on your bed completely naked. You hit the volume button and slip your hand between your legs, rubbing your clit in fast, little circles.
“Daddy didn’t give no affection, no
And the boy was something that Mommy wouldn’t wear
King Jeremy the wicked
Oh, ruled his world”
Joel whips his office door open looking absolutely furious. His breath catches in his throat at the sight of you. Bare, wide open, and soaking wet. You don’t stop, don’t even bother to look his way, as you dip your fingers into your pussy and cry out his name. Joel steps into your room and hits the power button on your speaker. The only sounds that film the room are your moans and the squelching of your arousal as your fingers slip in and out of your pussy.
“What the fuck did I just say, little girl?” Joel says darkly.
You open your eyes to look at him and the expression on his face sends your heart into your stomach. You’ve always been a little bit of a brat, getting in trouble lots growing up. Truthfully, you like the rush of it, the adrenaline of the unknown. But Joel looks dangerous, eyes blown out with rage and lust, hands clamped into fists at his sides, a slight blush pinks his cheeks, lips in a tight line.
You sit up, crossing your legs and covering yourself with a pillow as you turn towards him. You’re suddenly not feeling so confident, you may have pushed the wrong man.
“Y-you said outside,” you start, your voice wavering. “I’m inside.”
Joel moves so quickly that you don’t even have time to register what’s happening as the pillow is ripped from your grip and disposed of on the floor in front of you. You’re bare and exposed to him again.
“Spread your legs,” he says hungrily, voice a raspy whisper.
He watches your throat as you swallow hard, leaning back on your elbows and planting your feet on the edge of the bed. You look at him tentatively, jumping and letting out a little squeal when he barks, “I said spread your fucking legs.”
You relax, letting your knees fall open. His breathing is rapid, a growling moan leaving his parted lips. He takes one step, his knees hitting the edge of the bed.
“Joel -” you start.
“Shut up. You knew what you were doing, you wanted this. Didn’t you?”
“Y-Yes, but…” his hand slaps the inside of your thigh and your knees slam together as you cry out.
“Spread. Your fucking. Legs,” he repeats in a slow and deep command.
“That hurt!” You say back, squeezing your knees together tighter. It feels like he set fire to your thigh and you can already see the red handprint forming.
“If you’re gonna act like a little brat, I’m going to treat you like one. Now spread your legs so I can hit the other one.” He raises an eyebrow at you cockily. “If you keep them open, I might reward you.” You’ve bit off more than you can chew with Joel Miller.
You take in a calming breath through your nose, relaxing your knees as you exhale slowly. Joel can see the milky, sticky strings of your arousal as your pussy lips spread open for him. He has to swallow the excess saliva that pools in his cheeks at the sight. He wants to taste you so fucking badly.
“I think you liked it,” he taunts. “You’re makin’ a mess, you like being slapped around, don’t you? Treated like a little whore.”
Before you can respond he lays a hard smack on your other thigh. Your hips involuntarily buck upwards, your head falling back and a moaning, whimpering cry you don’t recognize as your own leaves your lips. You focus on your knees, fighting against your body’s instincts, keeping them pushed into the mattress.
“That’s what I thought,” he says as he kneels in front of you and yanks your ass to the edge of the bed. “Think you should get a reward now?”
“Y-yes, please, Joel. Please!” You have never had to beg for sex before, boys your age are usually fired up and ready to go, but men of Joel’s age know sex is so much more than just penetration - it’s a game, a tease.
He bites down on your thigh, “Please. Please, Joel!”
“You smell so fucking good,” he says as his hooked nose trails down your little line of pubic hair. You squirm under him as your clit twitches, aching for his attention. “And so goddamn wet. My little whore, aren’t ya?” His warm breath hits your needy clit and you flop down onto the bed, whining in need.
“Please -” but your words are cut off by the front door opening and Sarah’s voice calls through the house.
“Everyone can celebrate, I’m home now!!!” She yells jokingly.
“Fuck!” Joel huffs under his breath and bolts for his office, kicks your towel and swimsuit into your room, you follow and click your door shut quietly.
“Hello?” Sarah calls, heading up the stairs.
“Just getting dressed,” you call through your closed door. “I think your dad is in a meeting.”
“Put on your swimsuit, it’s gorgeous outside!”
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how intimacy with coriolanus snow looks like
cw: nsfw, coryo x gn!reader, mentions of self pleasure and oral sex, a very jealous man.
he definitely likes to be around you and to know your whereabouts all the time.
coryo doesn't shy away from being naked in front of you or showering together, and is very comfortable just being watched by you.
he's comfortable in your presence, so you can expect silent walks in the city or his honed eyes staring wordlessly at you.
coryo needs to have his hands on you someway, he will be playing with your hair or squeezing your thigh under the table.
a dangerous and constant hand on the small of your back, almost the swell of your ass, bordering the inappropriate when you two are in public.
he loves the way you smell everywhere.
"coryo, stop." you giggled with flushed cheeks as his nose went down your thighs. tongue leaving wet traces on your skin, sharp teeth marking immaculate flesh.
"you smell so good," he stopped when he reached your inner thighs, looking up at you with shimmering eyes. "makes me wanna fuck you all day. give you no time to recover."
his soft lips kissed your skin with care, preparing you for what was to come. "I swear I can smell you from my office, ready for me."
loves having a hand under your pants when you're reading before bed, teasing you and making you stutter your words.
"go on, what's the name of the next chapter again?" coryo smiles, a wicked glint in his beautiful eyes. he keeps a light hand on you while the other finds the way to his own shorts, already devouring you in his head.
he touches himself shamelessly, hard chest glistening in the dim light as his hand works on his cock. you try not to look, but he dares you in so many ways.
when you give up, he's smiling, both hands wet from yours and his arousal.
teaches you how to give him a good blowjob.
"you know I'm big, why do you keep your jaw so tense?" he caresses your face to prove his point, copious amounts of drool running down your chin.
"i'm sorry," you whine when the pressure from his hand on your head eases up, allowing you to search for air. you don't realize you're crying until you feel his fingers cleaning your tears, smiling down at you like an owner would to his pet.
"it's okay, you're learning." the hand forces your head down again, and this time you can take all of it in your throat.
coryo always gives you bedroom eyes after you kiss. it can be an innocent peck before he leaves for work, but he will find a way to make you embarrassed.
actually frowns if you mention a man that isn't him. he's easily jealous.
"you can't actually be mad at me. let's just talk, please." he brings your hand to his chest, pleading eyes winning your heart and making your anger subdue.
"there was no reason for you to lose your temper. he was just being polite." you reason, he rolls his eyes.
"and he waited for me to be away from you to be polite?" he scoffs at your words and you free your hand from his hold, looking away.
"you need to learn to control yourself, coriolanus." your voice is a bit shaky, insecure.
his heart aches at the emotion in your tone, but guilt is not what overcomes him.
but trust, you will never go to bed angry at him. he will make sure of that.
coryo makes sure you go to sleep laying on his chest and when you wake up you need to be next to him.
coriolanus is very protective of you and your health and if you're feeling unwell he will do everything in his power to make you feel better.
feeding you soup? just sit down and open your mouth. bathing you? he will spend minutes and minutes making sure the water is perfect for you. brushing your teeth and drying your hair? he's on it already.
when your relationship is in a more advanced stage, he insists on picking out your clothes. you question it, he answers is just a detail, to make sure you look your best. you're his property, his doll.
coryo doesn't hide secrets from you, except the ones that can harm you.
a/n: can we be normal challenge
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VENOR pt.2
NSFW! mdni +18
word count: 1.8k
summary: His obsession for you was overwhelming. So yours too.
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You were in the most comfortable position on your bed, pillows between your arms and legs as you lay on your side. The feeling of the warmth of your bed was so good to leave but you had to go to work. You turned around in the bed and you felt something else, something you weren't used to. It was big, hard, and covered the most of your twin-sized bed.
"Guten Morgen, Prinzessin." he chuckled lightly at the confusion on your sleepy face and ran his fingers through your hair. "König?" you mumbled, looking up to meet his icy-blue eyes. He hummed in response and continued to fondle with your hair. His gaze was on your hair, adoring how beautiful it was. His heart was hammering in his chest, as he tried to stop the trembling in his hands. Being this close to you was overwhelming him. "Did you break into my house? Again?" you said jokingly like you were tired of finding him in your house all the time. Only if you knew what else he was doing while you were at work... "You were the one who gave me your keys, Prinzessin." He chuckled again. He would be a giggling and blushing mess, if he didn't have the self-control. "Yeah, but does it give you the right to come unannounced and lay on my bed?" you said, proping yourself up on your elbows.
You little cheeky thing... The position that you're in made his gaze drop to your breasts. "Yes. It pretty much does.” he mumbled quietly while his head was moving to look at your face, but his eyes were glued to the thin fabric of your black nightgown. Your nipples were visible and his mind was going foggy from seeing them this close. What would you do if he weighed himself on you and pinned your hands above your head? Could you stop him when he lose himself between your breasts? Inhaling your scent deeply and sucking your nipples until you were wet and ready for him.
"I guess I need to get used to it by now." you giggled, sounding everything but disturbed by his actions. Your breasts undulating deliciously, making it even harder for him to look away. He was drooling over the sight. Of course you noticed where his gaze was, he was making it too obvious. You used it to tease him cruelly. He nodded his head with no idea what he was agreeing with. All he could think about was tearing your nightgown and devouring you. You noticed he was so zoned out and you shaked your head. He was so cute and you knew he was blushing behind that mask.
You got up and he caught a glimpse of your soft thighs. He just got up from your bed reluctantly and followed you like a lost puppy. He was almost entering the bathroom with you, but you gave him a look and he stood right before the door. It was funny to see a man like him, understanding and following your orders, without you needing to say anything.
He put his ear to the door, trying to listen to everything you did inside. The sound of the shower turning on made his heart skip a beat. You were there, naked and vulnerable. He could just bang in and do everything he wanted to you. He could bend you down and fuck your little cunt from behind as you tried to steady yourself from his rapid pace. He could fuck you like a animal and then bathe you like a baby. Just to fuck you later again.
But he didn't do anything. He took the opportunity to fix and hide more little cameras around your house, a new one for your bedroom and kitchen. Because you broke the previous one, without even knowing they were there. When he was done, you were out of the shower and, unfortunately for him, changed into new clothes. "I just realised that it's my day off!" you said, while entering the kitchen, knowing that you'd find him there. "I assume that you're hungry?" you smiled, as you already knew the answer. He was always hungry, not only for the food, but that mountain of a man, ate a lot. He would eat whatever you gave him, without complaining. He was leaned against the fridge and had his arms crossed over his chest, and looked bigger like that, you thought to yourself.
"That means I have you all for myself, huh?" He smirked at you under the mask, tilting his head to the side. His whole mood brightened up when he got the news. "Sorry, i already promised someone." you winked at him and started to prepare something for breakfast. It wasn’t true, you were just trying to get some reaction from him. His body tensed at the thought of you being out with someone other than him. He clenched his fists and his muscles looked bigger. He was right at your way, while you were trying to open the fridge. "Can you sit down?" you tilted your head to the side as you waited for him to move away. "Do you have a date?" He raised an eyebrow and didn't move from his place. Now feeling his cold and firm expression, you knew the reason why. "Maybe," you cooed, stepping closer to him, enjoying the effect you were having on him. "Why did you ask?" you smiled.
"Nothing." He mumbled quietly, while moving away. Having you close made his mind go blank and his focus waver. He knew he'd find out later on. "If you say so." you shrugged but knew that he was trying his best to cover up his jealousy. Then he sat down like a good boy, with his eyes firmly set on you, as you were moving inside the kitchen. You could feel that he was watching your every move, intensely. He had his urges under control, but the urge of taking ownership over you was too strong to suppress.
Watching you was triggering something in him. He just had to touch you when you were this close. His cock got hard as your body danced inside the kitchen. You were so focused on flipping the pancakes, and wanted to make it perfect, he got closer to you from behind. He grabbed your spatula, "Let me do it, Prinzessin." in a low voice that sent chills up your spine. His voice was like a purr and he towered over you, with his firm chest almost pressing against your back. You felt the heat radiating from his body and swallowed thickly. That tension between you and him was back and you wondered what would happen next. He could bend you over to counter and bully his cock inside your tight pussy but the pancakes would go waste, not that he was scared of your rejection. "Sure." You muttered, your voice just above a whisper. His big palm was covering your small hand and you used all your willpower to let go. He bit his lip, as he tried to not let out a moan when your body brushed against his while you walked out in between him and the counter. The tension between you was palpable as he glanced at ypu while flipping the pancakes with such seriousness. His cock was rock hard already and he wished you wouldn’t notice the big tent in front of his pants. When the pancakes were ready he rushed to bathroom saying he had to wash his hands real quick. But his intentions were different.
The first thing he did, was to place four cameras in there. He wanted to see you in every angle. After the job was done, it was time for him to get rid of the tent on his pants. His gaze wandered in the bathroom trying to find anything that could help him. Anything that reminded you. And that was when his eyes landed on the laundry basket. At first he shook his head and pulled his cock out, wanting to do it fast and go back to kitchen. But stroking the thick length with his palm wasn’t enough. He tried to toy with his precum leaking tip. It was so sensitive and draw low groans from him. But it wasn’t enough. He needed more because knowing you were at the same house turned him on wven more. It angered him that you got him that hard. He let out a sigh of frustration and quickly searched the thing he was looking for. He found it. And his cock throbbed with just the look of it. It was the panties you wore yesterday, when he watched you desperately finger yourself with your small hand. He groaned and brought it closer to his mask hesitantly. It was the first time he got that far. What if he became addicted to your scent, your taste? What if he couldn’t contain himself anymore and eat you out before breakfast? What if it would be his breaking point?
It was too late for thinking about it when your arousal filled his nostrils. His cock twitched in his hand. He leaned against the cold wall of your bathroom with your panties under his mask, sniffing it like a pervert, and stroking his cock furiously. “Scheiße- I want you so bad, Maus.” he whimpered. His breath swollen and fast. His eyes rolled back when he stuffed your panties into his mouth to muffle his groans and moans. Your taste spinned his head and made him cum uncontrollably fast. Now he was wanting to taste your fresh arousal. Nothing was enough until he had you. He was so desperate for it to regret his action. He placed the panties back because he knew if they disappeared while he was at your house you’d know. You’d know how pervert he is and hate him, right? No. You were at the door when he was jerking off to your panties, whimpering your name. It made you feel proud of yourself knowing that he couldn’t even waited to go back home to satisfy himself.
You noticed he could not look you into the eyes during breakfast and even while doing the dishes, he remained silent. Was that because he was ashamed of his actions? You tried to look into his eyes but he kept avoiding you constantly. Your heart ached when he did not even look at you as he left your house. What was he thinking? Normally he wouldn’t leave your house before midnight or you kicked him out. The curiosity got to you and you wondered what was going on in his mind.
He would have done it a long time ago had he the bravery. "What am I going to do with you, Maus?" He mumbled to himself and sighed. It was difficult for him not to attack your lips after tasting your arousal -even through your panties- He could not even look you in the eyes, because if he did, he wouldn't be able to control himself and do something he'd regret later.
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can we get arcane milfs with a fem reader wearing lingerie? nsfw if you’re comfortable with that! thank you so much ♡
Arcane characters reacting to their S/O wearing lingerie
VI may or may not go feral. She just can't help herself and pounces on you, running her hands all over your pretty body decorated with lace and ribbons. You just look so alluring and charming, like a literal deity and she is your worshipper. Almost rips the damn thing off of you but is more careful when you remind her of how expensive the material is. Vi just can't get enough of how perfect you look and keeps telling you that all throughout the night as she completely ruins you and fucks you until you see stars.
''Damn, muffin, you look good enough to eat. Look at you, so fucking pretty and all mine. This must have cost a fortune though! You know that you don't need to spend that much money for me to fuck you properly, hm? Hahah, relax, I'm just teasing you now c'mere, it's time I show my appreciation and worship you like you deserve.''
When she sees how beautiful you look, CAITLYN needs to sit down for a bit and just stare at you for the next ten minutes. When she notices you squirming under her gaze, she pulls you into a bruising kiss. Best believe she's fucking you in front of a mirror tonight, she wants you to see how pretty and perfect you are, especially when you're dressed so prettily and bouncing on her strap.
''Darling, you look positively ethereal. Don't be shy, lift your head up and look at your beautiful reflection or I'll have to punish you, understood? Just like that, good girl. My, you look so perfect and cute, do you like the strap? It matches the color of the little number you're wearing perfectly, don't you think? Remind me to take you lingerie shopping soon, I need to see you in more numbers like this one.''
JINX lets out a low whistle at the sight of you and circles you like prey, admiring all your curves and the way the color of the material accentuates your pretty features. She is positively smitten with how cute you look, like a treat and you're all hers. I hope you're ready for a long night because Jinx doesn't want for you to think that she doesn't appreciate you getting all dolled up for her so she will be fucking you until you lose your voice.
''Woah, toots! Look at you! You look good enough to eat and that's just what I'm planning on doing. What? Did you think I'd let you do all the work when you're looking this adorable and all for me? Not a chance, you just lay down and look pretty while I show you how grateful I really am, okay? Good, you're gonna love this, baby, I promise. We're in for a wild night.''
EKKO's jaw drops once he enters your shared room and sees you for the first time. He cannot believe he got so lucky to have such a perfect and thoughtful girlfriend. He seriously thinks that you look like an absolute angel. Will ask you to ride him so that he can touch and gaze upon your perfect body and praise you to hell and back.
''God- fuck, baby. All for me? Oh, you're so perfect, look at you. Come here, I want you to ride me so I can get a good look at how pretty you look in this. You don't have to take it off although you know I love seeing you naked more than anything. But you went through so much trouble that tonight I want to appreciate this, I'll just move your panties to the side while I fuck you, yeah? Hah, with that blush, you look as pretty as a painting. You're so hot, babe, and all mine.''
SEVIKA's grin widens as soon as she sees you waiting for her in your bedroom, lying on the bed, dressed clad in lingerie and looking like an ethereal being. Immediately starts taking her clothes off and joins you on the bed, only to pull you on top of her and grip your hair to get a good look at you. You look so wonderful, this is just what she needed after a long day at work and you always know how to treat her well. Now, she's gonna make sure to return all your thoughtfulness by making you feel more loved and cared for than you ever felt in your entire life.
''Gosh, babygirl, if I knew that this was waiting for me at home, I would have left work so much earlier. Doesn't matter, I'm here now. Lemme get a good look at you. So fuckin' perfect, baby, the prettiest girl in the world and she's all mine to kiss and fuck. How does that sound? Such a good girl for me, always treating me so well.''
GRAYSON honestly feels so touched that you're willing to go through all that trouble just to surprise her. She embraces you tightly and gets a good look at you once she pulls away. Rest assured that tonight you are going to be spoiled rotten and showered in praise. Grayson loves treating you well and is a service dom so she figures that she ought to show you just how much she appreciates you by fucking you slowly and passionately whilst whispering words of praise and admiration into your ear.
''Oh, darling, you're so wonderful. My, you look absolutely charming, like royalty and I ought to treat you as such, don't you agree? Don't go all shy on me now, I'm really touched that an angel like you did this for me so I plan on showing my complete appreciation and thankfulness. You're going to look even more beautiful once you're screaming my name.''
CASSANDRA immediately dons a knowing smirk on her face, approaching you slowly and gripping your chin gently as if inspecting you. She hums appreciatively and sits down on her lounge sofa, beckoning you to join her. She will spend the rest of her evening sipping wine and teasing you while admiring your beauty. She will touch you lightly and unexpectedly, chiding you if you dare to whine or complain.
''You look so cute, beloved, if only you learned to be more patient. Ah-ah, no talking back if you wish to come tonight. Give me time to sit back and enjoy the piece of art that you are, be good, and do not rush me. You look marvelous, my love, I ought to commission a painting while you're looking like this, hm? Don't be shy, it'll be for my eyes only. Shh, quit whining or I'll leave you without letting you orgasm, understood? Good girl, now where was I? Ah yes, the painting...''
At first, SILCO is annoyed at being interrupted during work but it's hard to stay mad once he gets a good look at you. He quickly lets go of the papers, inviting you over to sit on his lap and gripping your hips firmly as soon as you do. He will massage your thighs while hungrily gazing up at your pretty body, toying with the soft ribbons and lace of your lingerie. After making sure that his office door is locked, Silco will lead you over to the sofa where he will appreciate you by fucking you like there's no tomorrow.
''What do you want- Oh, hello darling, do come in. My, what has prompted this? You just wanted to surprise me? Well, you've more than succeeded in that. Come, sit on my lap, and let me get a good look at you. Absolutely stunning, my dear, I am one lucky man to have an angel such as you looking so pretty for me. Come, let me show you my appreciation properly, it's the least I could do for you, beloved.''
Oh, VANDER is so so touched that you'd do this for him. He hates the thought of you spending money for him but he cannot deny that you look absolutely stunning, looking up at him with doe eyes and waiting to hear his opinion. Gathers you up in his arms and takes you to bed, fully intent on giving you all his love and praise so that you may never doubt how positively wonderful you are to him.
''What was it that you wanted to show me, darl'? Oh, look at you, this must have been expensive, love! You shouldn't have, although I cannot deny that you look like a literal angel. Most beautiful woman in the world, I tell ya! This color looks so lovely on you, you're just the sweetest thing, ya know that? Well then, the only thing that's left for me to do is to show you how much I love you and all the things you do for me, my sweet angel. C'mere, love, let me worship you tonight.''
a/n: hi! i decided to add some more characters, i hope that that's okay :) i couldn't make it too nsfw bc then tumblr won't show my work in the tags so i hope that this is alright! also i didn't get to proofread this yet bc i just got back from my trip so i'm sorry if there are any errors ;;
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so hear me out… u decide which one of ur couples this pertains to if any but… they go super hard one night and is like rlly degrading and filty. and they film it all and then the next night he makes her watch herself getting railed and makes her touch herself to how much of a sl*t she was being before… is that too much 🫣
my eye is twitching. here's 1k of sugar daddy h being a mean dom!
word count: 1k
content warnings: exhibitionism, squirting, daddy kink, f masturbation, degradation, dirty talk, m receiving oral, slight bondage, very not ramadan friendly!
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"Are you ready to watch yourself, baby?"
Mia squirms on the wide expanse of Harry's bed, tugging helplessly at the restraints currently holding her wrists to the headboard. He smirks devilishly as he places his laptop on the TV stand directly in front of her, giving her no option but to stare at the dirty movie they'd made a few weeks back.
It had been a night fueled by a combination of Harry being deep in his dom space and Mia being ready and willing to please. They'd discussed filming themselves many times before and it had always been something they were both interested in. It would never go anywhere, but the flare of exhibitionism it offered was enough to make Mia's core warm and Harry's length ache.
When he presses 'play', Mia swallows tightly. Immediately, she's overwhelmed with the imagery of her laying in Harry's lap, tummy down, ass up. He's issuing a series of harsh smacks to her skin and making her count each one. Her voice sounds pathetic and worn, likely from the whimpered mewls that fell from her lips every time his palm made contact with her tender ass. She’s already naked — she had worn a pretty white lingerie set for him, but he was quick to snap the straps off her body, plucking the lacy bralette and matching panties from her form.
“You look like a gorgeous angel, but I know you better than that, Mi,” he’d said as he pushed the fabric off her skin.
"Slutty little ass," Harry mutters on the screen. In real life, he's crawled onto the bed next to her, his large hand taking real estate on her thigh. "Just needed daddy to punish you like the naughty brat you are, yeah? Needed a reminder of who owns these holes."
"Y-yes daddy," she utters delicately in the video. Her skin heats from hearing how pitiful she sounds. Harry chuckles from beside her.
"Isn't that cute?" Harry asks, nudging his chin in the direction of the small screen in front of them, "Hearing your sweet little voice all wrecked from moaning for me. All that from a couple of slaps on the bum."
She swallows nervously. When she doesn't reply, Harry squeezes her thigh.
"Asked you a question, pet."
"Uh-huh," Mia replies softly, her pussy clenching as she watches Harry pull her into his lap. It's effortless, the way he yanks his own briefs down to reveal his erect length. With his hands gripping her hips roughly, she listens to the wet gasps fall from her pouty lips when he pushes into her, barely giving her any time to acclimate before he's thrusting upwards.
"Such a tight little pussy. How do you manage that, hm? Daddy's always fucking this dirty hole and you always feel so good."
Mia whimpers involuntarily and Harry hums. He stretches his body above hers and her eyes flutter, inhaling his scent as he undoes the rope around her wrists. Gently, he lowers her arms down to her stomach, taking her hand into his. He cups it around her bare pussy and she gasps quietly from the featherlight sensation.
"Play with yourself," he whispers. He curls her middle finger at her pearly clit, applying a bit of pressure before quickly removing it. "Want you to make yourself cum while you watch yourself get fucked, okay? Can you do that for me?"
Mia nods and nibbles on her bottom lip, listening as the version of herself on the screen moans. She's begging for him to fuck her deeper and harder, and she swallows harshly when Harry lays back against the mattress, giving her free rein to watch the video. She peeks over and sees his erection, large and throbbing in his pants.
"Don't worry about me, sweetheart. I'll take care of myself after I watch you cum."
She exhales shakily, keeping her fingertips hovering over her swollen clit. On the screen, Harry's now fucking into her from behind, her cheek smushed into the pillow and a soundtrack of throaty cries making her hole pulsate in real time. Slowly, she begins to circle her clit, watching as he forms her hair into a messy ponytail and pulls at it, yanking her body upwards. With his chest pressing into her back, he begins to mutter filth into her ear.
"Gonna squirt all over my cock, aren't you? I know you are. Can feel that pretty pussy squeezing me. Such a nasty little slut, hm? Just a pair of holes for daddy to use. Make it worth my time, baby. Get me all messy. You know I love it when you make a big mess."
In real life, her fingers begin to speed up. She moans from the delicious pressure on the swollen bundle of nerves, jaw dropping as she watches herself squirt all over Harry's cock, thighs, and bed. He chuckles on the screen, using his palm to rub her and spray the liquid to make even more of a mess.
"There's my fuckin' girl," he all but growls. She doesn't have a second to recuperate before he's pushing her onto his knees on the floor and pushing his cock into her mouth. "Lick up your mess. Slurp it all up."
She uses her other hand to push a finger into her hole, whimpering as she pushes up against her g-spot.
"Gonna cum, sweetheart?" Harry asks from beside her. She nods jerkily, eyelashes fluttering as she begins to feel her muscles tense. He smirks. "Knew you'd like having a nasty little film of us. Go ahead, baby. Cum for us."
It doesn't take much for her to finish after that, not as she watches her past self throat Harry's hard cock. She mewls out his honorific and Harry talks her through it — “there you go baby, there it is— pretty little pussy coming all over your fingers. Oh, there it is, sweetheart. Play with your clit for me” — issuing out praises while he comes down her throat in the video.
"Such a good girl for me." he murmurs, pressing a light, loving kiss to her cheek. "Feeling okay?"
Despite still being in the aftershocks of her intense orgasm, she nods. He smiles and leans forward to thumb at her bottom lip before gently pressing it inside.
"Good. Think it's time we make another movie, then."
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his pillow
pairing; bangchan x reader; smut
Chris was on tour the past month, you missed him like crazy even though he did everything he could to be with you, he would be home in a few days after all but he left you the keys of the dorm so you can stay there if you missed him and felt alone, he left a few of his sweaters and one bottle of his perfume along with his earrings. Other than the different daily life you had to fit in without him or the boys you started feeling needy a lot easier, even if you saw him on TV you couldn't put your filthy thoughts away.
After struggling nearly a week and edging yourself with those edits you decided to please yourself for the first time in a while. You knew it was against his rules, he only let you touch yourself when he wanted and when he was with you. When you returned home you got quickly in his room, undressed and searched for the toys he hides for the kinky times. He had a lot, he used most of them on you but the only suitable for now was that huge fat dildo which you took out with excitement and arousal already dripping down your thighs.
You downloaded a vibration app this morning so you reached for your phone to turn it on and put it straight to your core. The vibrations travelled through your body that suddenly left and replaced with the sound of your phone ringing. It was Chris, you forgot it was the time for your videocall. You were nearly crying because of the stimulation and fear rushed through your veins but you managed to hide your naked body when you put his pillow under your chest and laying on your belly putting your phone in front of you.
"baby? Is everything okay? You usually pick up immediately and-" he stopped talking the second he saw your exposed collarbones and the dildo behind you. "hi Channie everything is okay how are you?" you said with sweetness in your voice as you tried to make everything seem normal. "does my girl need me?" he groaned feeling his erection grow when he saw your naked ass when you lowered your head to hide in embarassment.
"yes daddy I need you so bad I want to cum a lot today, can I? Please?" you whimpred and when you saw him nodding you slowly got up reaching for the dildo. "babygirl you're not ready for that yet, we need preparation first. Take my pillow" he said, voice an octave down. You did as he said and put his pillow between your legs, not sitting on it yet.
"wanna show daddy?" he said causing you to move the phone closer showing him your wetness. "that's my baby, now put the phone back and sit on the pillow" you did exactly as he said, you were now on your knees, his pillow between and touching your core, you reaching back grabbing your ankles to the feeling.
"now move" he growled and you started to move your hips, whimpers leaving your lips feeling the friction that turned to moans when you picked up the pace making the bed shake. You felt your high approaching when you heard him say "put three fingers right now in that tiny hole of yours all together until it reaches your knuckles", taken aback by his dominance you put three of your fingers on your mouth sucking at them and then in you.
"in an' out as fast as you can" he whispered and you started moving up and down to your fingers. Your movements started to be more messy feeling the knot in your stomach tightening. "pull your fingers out and cum on my fucking pillow" he commented as you did so and now you were face down to the mattress, hands on your phone to let him see you bopping your ass up on his pillow once again when your orgasm hit you.
"good job babe" he said when you came down your high now looking at him through the screen panting. "take the dildo now" he said making you horny again with only his voice. You stand up, your tummy full of cum since you laid directly on his pillow, him groaning at the sight when you took the dildo in your hands once again.
"you know what to do, I won't tell you anything, I'm just gonna jerk off watching my girl okay?" "mhm" you said sliding the dildo in you screaming at the size. "ah-ah Chris ah it's too big too big" you cried out eyes shut "sit on it like a chair,like it's my cock, relax on it baby you're already wet" he whimpred when you put your whole weight down leaving a high-pitched moan.
"i'll move fast now I need it- *moan* I deserve it right? *moan* i'm your good girl" you started moving in and out faster the fact you could hear Chris moaning too made you feel like cumming already. "would love to cum in you hon" he said full of lust as he finished on his fingers. "mmm cu-cumming" you tried to speak as you felt your liquid running down the mattress, because of your continues movement it reached between your ass making those lewd sounds both of you absolutely loved and you didn't stop moving until you felt it reach your knee.
"ah it was- was so good" you said laying on his pillow again which was full of your cum. "mm babygirl you're the best and you're mine, my baby is gonna be rewarded isn't she?" he said feeling proud of how good he had teached you "yes daddy I was so good today" you said feeling the heat rising up to your face.
"are you gonna clean up now?" he said " I have to, it's a mess" you showed him the bed and he replied "don't wash my pillowcase I wanna feel you, I'm gonna be home in two days or so, can you do it babygirl?" he said with a low voice
"yes daddy anything for you" you said as you continued talking about your day and then finally hung up and sleep on his sweater which you took out from the closet
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what kinda kinks do you think hobie would have? :33
first of all i wanna apologize for this lazy ass writing i'm just UNHINGED i've seen so many hobie edits my mind cannot take this madness i'm seriously in love with him it's not a joke anymore, like i need him bro, I N E E D HIM
NSFW 18+, MDNI
❥ i haven't heard a lot of people say this about hobie but i think he'd REALLY like power exchange, like let my MAN BE A SWITCH PLEASEEEEEE guys please trust me okay hear me out, picture this: hobie laying naked on the bed, chest rising and falling rapidly as you continue to jerk his cock in an torturously slow pace, he's already cum once, so his hips jump every time your fist closes around his tip, and he's groaning, the sound trailing off to a breathy chuckle as he glances up at you, grinning lazily "Y're killin' me, y'know that?" throw in a little nipple play and man's GONEEEE
❥ definitely and i mean DEFINITELY likes dry humping ohhhhh?>>my god??? literally starts as a joke on the rare occasion he sees you bent over, or braced against a counter or smth, he HAS to come and hump you, and it's fine cause you literally do the same thing to him (you're the one that started it). the first time you did it he had laughed the sound giving you goosebumps as he glanced at you over his shoulder with a tiny smirk "You're mental,". but then proceeds to do the same thing to you every chance he gets. One day, you just rolled your hips back against him and the whole vibe changed. You shivered when you heard him inhale sharply from behind you, and his hands circle around your frame to pull you closer. and then he's thrusting against you hard, his clothed cock rubbing against the swell of your ass making you both moan as he drops his head on your shoulder to pant, "About fuckin' time,"
❥ random horny thought and not really a kink: he loves fucking you doggy style in front of a mirror, hand holding you by the throat, his fingers skimming your jaw as he tugs you back to him every time he thrusts forward, his other hand holding onto your ass securely as he snaps his hips against you. And then he's pulling at your throat and suddenly your back is flush against his chest, and the hand that was holding your ass travels around to your pussy to circle at your clit. You're both moaning when you tighten up so much around his cock "Look at you," he's groaning, snapping his hips up instead of forward and your mouth drops open in a silent scream as his cock touches that spongy spot inside you, and he's moaning "Yeah? Right there? You're so fuckin’ pretty, baby, should be fuckin’ illegal," and you're mewling, “You’re so good to me Hobie.. Can feel you so fucking deep inside me oh my God-” “Shit- don’t say that or I’ll cum-” DAAAAAMN okay i got sidetracked again
❥ lil bit of a voyeur maybe, he'd take you even at a secluded space at HQ (would first make sure if you're 100% in tho) he'd fuck you against the wall, with his hand over your mouth as he mutters against your shoulder, "Wanna hear you so fuckin' bad.. but we can't, right? Can't let them know how much of a good girl you are f'me.. Ah, fuuck-S only for my eyes."
❥ CONSENTTTTT consent turns him on so much- and let me explain okay imagine you're just getting ready to suck him off, unbuttoning his jeans, still giggling at his face when you'd said "no, the belts stay on," and then your fingers are finally under the waistband of his boxers and you're looking up at him- "Can I take these off?" and he's so confused bc he's never actually had anyone else ask him that question before "Wh- yes?" and when his cock is finally out in all its glory, and you're licking your lips, you ask again, "Can I touch it?" he can't hold back his smile this time, letting out a giddy laugh, "Baby, 'f course you can, you don't have to ask," idk he just thinks it's the hottest thing ever
❥ extra crack hc cause it just came to me: imagine him being like "You wanna try slapping me in bed?" and you're just looking at him like he's grown two heads but nod slowly nonetheless "....sure?" and then you actually slAP him like 10 minutes later and he's like :C "That felt personal love, m'feelings are kinda hurt." and you're just apologizing over and over and he's laughing at you- "m just playing wit' you. but yeah absolutely not doing that shit again,"
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beyond infatuation (joel/f!reader/tommy) 18+
(this is such silly and self indulgent gif usage but also it's funny to imagine that this is how joel asked to start this arrangement in the first place lmao)
summary: joel & tommy have an arrangement where they share you, no strings attached. (no jealousy in this fic, nothin' but love)
rating: 18+ explicit (minors don't interact)
warnings: oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie, cucking (i guess??), praise kink
word count: 1.2k
You stay the night at Tommy's without meaning to. You'd had a long day helping out at the farm and it doesn't help that both Tommy and Joel have kept you awake for long hours this week. Not that you're necessarily complaining.
You'd shuffled into Tommy's house with a sleepy expression, body already loose and ready to climb into bed. He'd taken one look at you and dashed over to pick you up, carried you bridal style into his bedroom and laid you down.
"Do you need anythin', sweetheart?" he'd asked softly, carefully undressing you as you closed your eyes and melted into his sheets.
There was a reason you'd gone specifically to Tommy's and not to your own house; part of you still wanted something before you drifted off, something only Tommy and Joel know how to give you. Seeing those big eyes looking up at you with sheer desire but no expectation... you couldn't help yourself. You'd nodded slowly as Tommy had removed your jeans, pointed to your crotch. He'd understood immediately.
A few moments later his nose was buried in your dripping heat, tongue plunging in and out of you at the perfect speed as you moaned into his quiet bedroom and let yourself just feel him. It didn't take long for you to reach your climax, writhing and shaking against his mouth while he swallowed you down and gripped your hips tightly.
"Goodnight, sweet girl," he'd murmured as you felt yourself fall into sleep, vaguely aware of him scooching in beside you on the bed and spooning you from behind.
Now it's morning and you're laying languidly in Tommy's bed, still naked and reveling in the fact that you finally have a day off. You turn in bed and find that Tommy has already left for the day, though he left you a sweet little note telling you he'll miss you but that Joel will be stopping by during his lunch break. You smile, pressing a gentle kiss to the paper; you love your romantic boys.
You busy yourself in Tommy's kitchen, not bothering to put on any clothes or get ready to head home. If Tommy told Joel you're here, there's no need to leave. Like clockwork there's a knock at the door around noon; the special knock - Joel.
"Come in," you call from the kitchen, seated at the table munching on the sandwich you'd made.
Joel enters with a soft expression, not even surprised to see you sitting in Tommy's kitchen completely naked. You smile up at him sweetly, taking one more bite of your lunch before putting your arms up in expectance. Joel understands without any words being said, picking you up just like Tommy had last night and carrying you back to the bedroom.
"Tommy said you worked hard yesterday," he murmurs to you as he lays you down on the bed, "Said he gave you a little reward before you went to sleep."
You nod, "He did."
"It's my turn now, darlin', got about half an hour before I gotta head back," Joel replies, fingers tracing over your naked body with abandon, "What do you want? I'll give you anything you ask."
You don't know what you did to deserve two men who will do absolutely anything for you, be whoever you need them to be. You bite down on your lip and stretch your arms and legs out on the bed, loving the way Joel ogles you from above.
"Fuck me, please," you say softly, "Deep."
There's no hesitation or misunderstanding in Joel's actions; he knows exactly what you mean, knows exactly how to please you. He's already rock hard when he pulls his cock out of his pants, not bothering to undress; he knows you like it when you're naked and they stay clothed, especially for quick moments like this. He wastes no time in pushing his cock inside your wet pussy, already stretched out and ready for him from the amount of times you've been fucked by both of them this week.
"Hold on to me, babygirl," he whispers, then pounds you the way he knows you like as your nails dig into his shirt, stained with dirt and smelling like wood shavings from working in construction all day. You love how they both have such different feels, different scents. You love how their cocks feel different, love how they fuck you in their own ways but always in the exact way you need them to.
"Joel," you whine in his ear, "Joel."
You both hear the special knock again from the other room; Tommy must have also wanted to stop by for his lunch break. Joel doesn't stop or slow down, just calls out, "Bedroom," and continues to fuck you good and hard.
Arms wrapped around Joel as he pounds you deep, you look up with hooded lids to see Tommy leaning against the doorframe, watching. He smiles at you when he sees you looking, crosses his arms and assesses the way Joel fucks you into the mattress, his mattress.
Anyone else would probably be jealous, shocked, might get angry or leave. But Tommy and Joel are the ones who came up with this arrangement in the first place; there's no jealousy or anger here, only your pleasure. That's all that matters to them.
"Yeah, that's right, give it to her," Tommy murmurs under his breath, barely loud enough to hear over the springs of the bed squeaking with Joel's thrusts, "Nice and deep, the way she likes."
"You know I am," Joel grunts, then pulls his face back to look down at you, "Aren't I, darlin'? I'm fuckin' you so good, huh?"
"Yes," you manage to squeak out, brows furrowing together as you feel your release building in your stomach, "So good, Joel."
It only takes a few more thrusts before you're shaking beneath him from your orgasm, moaning out his name and shutting your eyes tight. You know Tommy is still watching, can feel his eyes on you as Joel pounds into you one final time before emptying himself inside you, filling you with come.
"Fuck," you whimper, collapsing beneath Joel onto Tommy's bed and feeling your eyes roll back when he pulls his cock out.
"Look at that," Joel says softly, more to Tommy than to you, "You seein' what I'm seein'?"
"Jesus," Tommy mutters, and you open your eyes enough to see them both staring at your fucked-out hole, watching Joel's come dribble downward into the sheets, "Filled her up real good."
You lay there catching your breath while both Tommy and Joel spring into action for your aftercare, Joel slipping into bed beside you to hold you close and whisper praises in your ear while Tommy wets a washcloth and returns to wipe you down, pressing kisses to your tummy and thighs. You've never felt as loved as you do after they're done with you, the way they both make sure you're well taken care of and satisfied.
"We gotta head out now," Joel murmurs against your hair, "You go back to sleep and enjoy your day off, okay?"
"Okay," you breathe, eyes closed as you start to drift off again, "Love you. Both of you."
"We love you too, angel," Tommy says from somewhere to your left, reaching down to stroke your cheek gently, "We'll see you again tonight."
You feel Joel kiss the back of your neck just as Tommy leans down and kisses your forehead. Heaven. You're in heaven.
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“FEELING GOOD” SYZOTH X FEM!READER
SUMMARY : Syzoth always makes you orgasm in like a span of thirty seconds because of what he is
WARNINGS : MINORS DONT INTERACT. Girl, you’re screwing a lizard what more warnings do you possibly need? (You’re not screwing him in his true form though lmao)
MASTERLIST
Syzoth was a little nervous. Tonight would mark the first time the two of you would make love together. He didn’t want his true form to come out in the act.
You reassured him that it would be fine and that eventually you would want to do it in his nature form so practicing now would be good for you.
“We really don’t have to.” Syzoth told you. The two of you were already completely naked.
“I want to. Don’t worry. Okay?”
“Alright, my love.” Syzoth gave you a kiss on the lips before you started to get into position.
You were on the bed and on all fours with your ass facing him. Syzoth wanted to see your face but you had suggested that maybe this would be easier for him to try and tame his animal side.
He brought you a bit closer and carefully slipped into you. He stretched you out good. The both of you moaned at the feeling.
Syzoth gave you gentle rubs on your ass before starting to go at a steady pace. Your pussy felt so delicious clenching on him. “Oh my…”
It was already so overwhelming and you couldn’t understand why. Syzoth had just entered you and you already were feeling immense pleasure. “Oh my gods. Yes. Oh yes.”
Syzoth watched as your ass jiggled with each thrust. An animalistic grunt came from his throat. “I don’t think I can contain myself, (Y/N).”
With each thrust, you felt your release inch closer and closer and the two of you just started. You were so wet that you were dripping on the bed. “Syzoth, please. It feels too good.”
Syzoth moaned at your words. He gripped your hips harshly. He then started to fuck you at a fast pace.
Your mouth hung open as he fucked you. The tightness in your chest started to arise and you knew you were about to cum. “Oh my god. I’m about to cum. Oh please.”
Syzoth continued to go at his same pace and he felt you come undone on him. You were swearing as you came on him. When you were done, he took himself out of you.
You blinked your eyes very confused. That had to of been like a minute.
Syzoth helped you lay on your back. He saw the expression on your face. “Are you alright, love?”
“I cannot believe you made me cum in a minute.”
He chuckled and kissed your neck. “Well I’m glad you liked it.”
“Did you cum?”
“No.” He saw your expression and he gave you a smile. “It’s alright. We can try again later.” He gave you a kiss on the cheek.
This time Syzoth wasn’t taking no for an answer. He was going to look at your face as he fucked you. He towered over you and positioned himself along your entrance. “Ready?”
“Yes, lovely.”
Syzoth gave you some kisses before entering you. He again, stretched you out. Your nails dug into his back as you arched yours.
Before he could move, you spoke. “Go slower this time so I don’t cum fast.”
Syzoth nodded and thrusted into you slowly. He moaned slightly. Your pussy felt delightful around him. “You feel so good.”
Even with Syzoth going slow, you still were receiving overwhelming pleasure. “Oh my gods. Syzoth.”
Syzoth tried to go as slow as possible for you but you moaning his name was doing it for him. At that point he wanted you to cum so he picked up the pace.
“Syzoth. Oh my. What are you doing?”
Syzoth let his instincts take over and he buried himself into you at a fast pace knowing it would get you to cum quick.
You whimpered, feeling close to your release already. “Syzoth. Yes. Oh yes.” He sucked on your neck a little. Licked and sucked all over so he could mark you. “I’m almost there.”
“It’s alright, (Y/N). Cum on me.”
You did but this time you squirted when you did. Syzoth watched as you came undone and rode your orgasm out.
Once you were done, he pulled out of you and kissed you softly on your lips. “I told you to go slow.”
“I can’t help myself. I love pleasing you.”
You got on top of Syzoth this time. He sat up against the bed frame. Syzoth kissed you passionately as he held your hips.
You gave him a few more kisses before pulling away. “Okay, this time I don’t care if I cum before you, keep going.”
“Alright, my love.”
You slid on his dick and you let out a deep moan. Syzoth held on your hips tightly. He kissed you some before helping you move on him.
This was in fact, not easy. Not only was Syzoth very big but his touch stimulated you in more ways then one.
You could barley move on him and he chuckled some. He made sure he had a firm grip on your hips before moving you up and down, basically doing all the work.
Your clit hit him what felt like a thousand times. You moaned in his ear. Syzoth rubbed all on your body and kissed your neck.
“You look so good like this.” Syzoth complimented you. You moaned as he rubbed your back soothingly.
His soft touches and him pounding into you was all too much. “Yes. Oh yes. Right there.”
Syzoth continued to move you at the same pace. He leaned back on the bed frame some. He watched as your breasts bounced up and down for him to see and he practically moaned at the sight.
You felt your release coming again and you moaned out a frustration. “Oh no.”
“It’s okay, (Y/N). Go ahead and cum on me.” He encouraged you.
His words triggered your release. Syzoth helped you move on him up and down. When you were done, he laid you on your back. “Are you sure you want to keep going?”
You nodded, a little tired from the orgasm. Syzoth kissed you on the lips before thrusting into you. He went at a decent fast pace still afraid to hurt you.
Syzoth kissed all over your body. You moaned at his soft touches. Your hands roamed all over his chest and he adored all your own soft touches.
Your pussy was wet and clutched onto him like it needed him. Syzoth couldn’t help moan. You felt so good around him. He was trying to hold back as much as he could.
Syzoth clung onto the bed frame as he fucked you. You moaned. You dug your nails in his back. He was fucking you so good that your nails scratched him, opening wounds.
That turned him on even more. In his mind, you had marked him. He let out an animalistic grunt and his grip tightened on the board.
“Oh yes, Syzoth. You fuck me so good.”
That was the last straw and he couldn’t contain himself anymore. With all his strength, he broke the board.
When he realized what he did, he immediately covered you and watched as it fell behind the bed or on the side. You gasped out in shock.
Syzoth stopped thrusting in you and looked at what he had did. “I am so-“
Before he could apologize, you pulled him into a kiss. Syzoth kissed you back with the same exact amount of passion.
You pulled away and gave him smile. “I always thought it was ugly anyways. Keep going.”
Syzoth returned your smile. He thrusted back into you, making you both moan. “Do you mind if I go a bit harder?”
“Not at all. But don’t be surprised when I cum again.”
Syzoth laughed a little. He placed both hands on either side of you and started to fuck you harder into the bed. Your eyes rolled back into your head. You felt like you couldn’t even get a word out.
Watching you in pleasure was probably one of the best things for him to watch. He watched all your reactions. Everything to make sure that he wasn’t hurting you and that you were enjoying it.
His possessive nature started to take control of him. He sat up a bit while placing one hand on your stomach. “Mine. All mine.”
“Oh my gods. Syzoth please.”
Syzoth felt himself start to get close to his release. “I’m almost there.” He was about to pull out of you but you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him to you.
“Get it all in me. I’m about to cum too.”
Syzoth bent down to kiss you. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Syzoth released into you as you came on him again. He kept going until the two of you were done. He kissed you on the lips once again and pulled out.
He laid right next to you and pulled you into his chest. “You were right. That wasn’t so bad. Maybe I can control myself. At least a little. Maybe we could-“ He turned to look at you about you were already sound asleep. He smiled and kissed the top of your head.
#mortal kombat#mortal kombat x reader#syzoth#mk syzoth#mk reptile#syzoth x reader#reptile x reader#liu kang#mortal kombat 1#kitana#kung lao#mileena#raiden#johnny cage#mk#mk 1#kenshi takahashi#mk ashrah#mk smut
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may I request some sfw headcanons about aemond with handmaid!reader? 🥺
TOTALLY i plan on eventually writing their first meeting + how they fall in love and begin their secret (not so secret) relationship but in the meantime:
some cute & fluffy headcanons of aemond targaryen with his handmaid!reader (who is basically his wife because fuck the westerosi social stratification)
his handmaid's tales | main masterlist
Okay, first, Siri pls play Woman by Doja Cat. Or, yknow, Waves of Blue by Majid Jordan.
His bed is your bed. Sure, you have your own tucked away in the servant’s quarters, in a room shared with two other maids, but you soon learn that Aemond prefers (demands) you remain by his side at all hours of the night. “What if I require my handmaid’s assistance at some random hour? No, you’ll stay with me where you belong.”
He loves for you to join him in his nighttime baths, not always with the intent to make love but for him to cradle your naked body close to his. Relaxing within the tub, soaking together in the scalding, scented waters, you and him are husband and wife.
"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you."
"Yes, my prince, I'm very much aware."
"Don't you dare ever leave my side. I will not forgive you nor this damned world if I ever lost you."
Sometimes Alicent will walk in on soft, domestic moments where he’s seated in his chair, reading to the twins while you’re folding his clothing or tidying up the bed or tending to the newest babe. It is sweet in her eyes. Her favorite child is finally happy with his little (unconventional) family.
She can’t find it in herself to send you away. You’re no highborn lady, of course, but you’re so kind and gentle, absolutely respectful- treating her son so well and mothering her precious grandchildren.
Otto, on the other hand, disapproves of the relationship a great deal, but he’ll deal with it later when the family eventually plunges itself into war. Aemond will marry but not you, he decides. But, in the meantime, he’ll allow his grandson to play with you a little bit longer.
Just your mere presence brings Aemond peace. Comfort. Relaxation. He’s so besotted with you that he cannot imagine living the rest of his life without you.
You’re the most beautiful woman, he swears. He notices the way highborn lords openly fawn over you whenever you attend royal banquets, and how their lustful gazes follow your every movement. It grew worse during your first pregnancy, as you glowed with motherhood so well you might’ve as well been the Mother walking amongst her children.
The first pregnancy with the twins brought a level of excitement towards fatherhood that Aemond swore he thought he’d never experience. He remembers how Aegon acted when Helaena was heavy with their twins, always meeting her with a lack of interest in her health or needs or the babes. He could not understand it. Not a bit. With you, he’s desperate to keep his hold on you at every hour of the day.
If you’re tending to your duties, he’ll always remain nearby. #protectivedaddy. He’ll take the time to polish his sword, study the room, or admire the way your swelling baby bump is now beginning to poke out from underneath your servant's dress.
“I did that.”
At night, when you’re fast asleep, he’ll crawl down to lay his head on your belly. Feeling his babes’ little faint kicks against his cheek and palms reminds him that life is now worth living for. He’ll talk to the babes too, mumbling about his day and how beautiful their mother is and how he’s thrilled to soon have them. Aemond takes to fatherhood as quickly and easily as you took to being his handmaid.
The second pregnancy brings constant midnight dreams of a pretty baby girl, carrying the same features as her mother- your twinkling eyes, the slope of your nose, the cute pout that tugs at the corner of your lips. He plans on naming her after your mother and already has the dragon egg ready to place in the cradle
His uncle, Daemon, nicknames you in his head his nephew’s duckling. You’re always following after him, two steps back (a healthy distance between a supposed royal and their servant), ready to serve him if needed, hands clasped together, and pretty head bowed. You remind him of Helaena in a way, much too pure for this world.
Helaena adores you. Duh, that’s a given. And if Helaena gives you her blessing, you might as well be part of the family.
In bed, Aemond likes to caress your cheeks and stroke your bottom lip with his thumb as you sleep. It is in these moments that he genuinely believes you were created for him to find and love and worship, that the gods fashioned your existence to mold into his. He was never fated to fall in love with a highborn lady but instead his sweet handmaid, who was sent to provide him with everything he was denied during boyhood.
divider by the loml @chainsawsangel
#aemond targaryen x reader#aemond targaryen x you#aemond headcanons#handmaid!reader#aemond targaryen#aemond one eye#aemond the kinslayer#house of the dragon#requests#vic writes 🧸
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Pt2 of my skz thots coz oof I've been waiting for someone to ask. This is a soft thot but a thot none the less. Soft lazy( and very handsy) morning sex with Chan that's filled with giggles and heart eyes and cute ruffled curly bed head🥺
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“it’s too early…” chris moans, rolling away from you.
it is early. but you want him.
you try again, rolling him onto his back and snuggling up to him. he grumbles but doesn’t complain, thinking you’re going to let him sleep. you lay yourself across him, positioning yourself in a way that you can slot his thigh between your own.
the pressure alone makes you sigh in relief. you’d woken up aching and had been trying to wake your sleeping rock of a boyfriend for the better part of twenty minutes.
you’re not very subtle about it, not trying to be, as you grind down on his thigh. chris catches on right away, heaving a sigh.
“baby…”
“please,” you whine. “please, i need you.”
“do you?”
“yes, fuck, please.”
he’s fully awake now, you can feel him hard and twitching against your thigh. you know he’s only teasing you by pretending to be drifting in and out of sleep but it frustrates you nonetheless.
“chris!”
he cracks one eye open and grins cheekily before pouncing on you. you scream as he flips you over and climbs on top of you, laughing through the kisses he plants all over your face.
he’s already naked (because that’s how he always sleeps, although when is he not naked when he’s home—) and is quick to pull your panties to the side so that he can tease you some more with his cock.
“not gonna fuck you just yet,” he mumbles, shushing you when you whimper in protest. “gotta stretch you out first.”
“no, i’m so wet already. you’ll slide right in,” you assure him.
“you sure?”
“mhm.”
he pretends to think about it as he jerks himself off, smirking at the way you’re practically tuning out everything he’s saying and just staring at his dick. “you know, normally i’d still finger you and make you wait for it just for being a brat and waking me up but i’m feeling nice this morning.” he brings a hand to your chin and forces you to look up at him. “ready, baby?”
“god, yes, put it in already.”
“so needy,” chris muses to himself, chuckling. he’s met with practically no resistance as he pushes into you. “jesus christ, you are soaked. what’s got my baby so worked up this morning? hm?” he asks between kisses to your neck.
it isn’t until you feel him nip at the spot he’d just kissed that you realize he’s expecting an answer. “ah! uh, i don’t… i don’t know,” you mumble. “just woke up needing you.”
“yeah? wasn’t a dream?”
it’s hard to think straight with the way your boyfriend’s rolling his hips into yours but you try to string together a sentence anyway. “don’t think so… i don’t remember a dream.”
“s’okay, baby. you don’t need a reason. i was just curious.”
“oh… ok.”
chris laughs and strokes your hair fondly. “you’re so cute, baby. love when you get like this for me. now let’s make you cum so we can get back to sleep.”
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pick up the phone, baby
plot: phone sex with boyfriend jaehyun
MDNI
you tossed your head back and let out a long sigh of frustration. there you were, stark naked and sprawled out in the middle of your large bed. with your man out for the night, it left you feeling lonely and needy. you were trying to find a way to pass some time all alone in your quiet apartment.
it wasn't like this was your first night alone without jaehyun. you and jaehyun always gave each other the space to have your own separate lives and interests outside of the relationship. jaehyun encouraged you to go to brunches and vacations with your friends, and you made it clear that you respect his lifestyle and friendships.
however, you weren't feeling so understanding this particular night.
you kept rubbing at yourself, itching for your climax like madwoman, but it never came. you just couldn't satisfy yourself the way you wanted to. you decided you needed some extra reinforcement and went to go fish for your trusty vibrator, only to find out it was dead. perfect.
why did jaehyun have to have his guys night tonight of all nights…
"fuck it!" you spat out and retrieved your phone from under the thick comforter. it took you no more than five seconds to unlock your phone and call your unsuspecting boyfriend.
jaehyun reached for his phone in his back pocket when he felt it vibrate. Considering the possibility that it could be you calling, he got up from the couch in search of some quiet and privacy. "yo yuta! you can take my turn." jaehyun said as he tossed yuta his controller. yuta merely nodded at him and picked up the controller so he could get ready to play.
jaehyun walked past the kitchen where Johnny and taeyong were making themselves drinks and headed into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. low and behold, it was your beautiful contact photo gracing his lock screen. jaehyun picked up your call with a smile.
"hi my love, everything okay? have you eaten something yet?" jaehyun rambled into the phone like the attentive and sweet boyfriend he was. his innocent line of questioning almost took you out of your horny haze, the whole reason why you had called in the first place.
"hi." was all you said back in an airy tone.
jaehyun scratched his head softly. "um hi, is everything okay?" he repeated curiously.
"how's your little party with the guys going?" you asked in an even tone, mindlessly twirling a strand of your hair.
jaehyun had to admit, he was stumped. this outing wasn't something out of the norm for him. he always got together with his members. whether it was to play video games and order ungodly amounts of takeout, or sing karaoke until sunrise, this was nothing new. he appreciated you seemingly taking interest in how his night was going, but something was off...
"so far so good. we've just been playing the game and hanging out. we actually just ordered some pizza. I can bring you back a few slices if you want? we ordered from that place that we went to a few weeks ago. you know, the one next to the park. Their mozzarella sticks were......uh y/n?" jaehyun paused when he heard your labored breathing on the other end.
what jaehyun didn't know is that you were running your hands up and down your body while he was talking in that sexy husky voice of his. you always had a thing for his deep voice. it brought tingles all over your body. your hands had settled back on your dripping pussy, right where they were before you had called him.
"mm, mhm?" you moaned out, almost not realizing he had called your name. you were so into how good his voice sounded over the phone...
"what are you doing?" jaehyun questioned.
you let out a soft giggle, running a hand through your hair. "I'm laying down in our big bed, all alone and bored." you replied slowly. seductively.
jaehyun got a whiff of your bedroom voice and didn't waste any time letting his mind wander to darker places. he walked back over toward the bathroom door and locked it.
"aww, you poor thing. what's a girl like you gonna do about that boredom, huh?" jaehyun goaded.
his words shot directly to your core, making you speed up your movements on your buzzing clit.
"what am I gonna do about it, or what am I doing about it?" you purred out mischievously.
jaehyun smirked and ran his hand over his jaw. so that's what his girl was doing this whole time. being a little slut.
"oh you naughty girl. that's why you're calling me, huh? can't stand being alone so you need me to talk you through it?"
"I mean if you're offering, yeah I'd like you to talk me through it actually"
jaehyun glanced at the door. the faint sounds of the video game and the guys' intermittent laughter and chatter seemed to mask over what was going on in the bathroom.
or at least he hoped so.
“baby, the guys are right outside the door.” he said with a warning tone. it only made you wetter.
“i don’t care daddy, need you so bad." There it was, the one word that made Jaehyun go insane.
“fuck. you and that slutty fucking mouth of yours…”
“it's your fault. you made me this way.” you sighed out, spreading your legs even wider.
“oh did i?”
“you know you love it when i talk nasty, daddy.”
jaehyun chuckled incredulously and leaned his back against the cold bathroom wall. “you’re something else, you know that y/n?”
“oh just shut up and make me feel good already” you said with a twisted smirk.
jaehyun groaned softly and shoved his hand down his grey sweatpants, ghosting his hand over his stiff dick.
"what are you doing to yourself, darling?"
you bit your lip, excited to tell him every last detail. "I'm grabbing my tits while I rub my pussy. but I really wish it was you doing it."
"yeah? you wish I was home so I could take care of you? touch all over my little baby and make her feel good?" jaehyun spat on his hand and slid it up and down his shaft. holy fuck he couldn't wait to get home to you.
"mhm. I love it when you put your hands all over me. it's not the same without you."
jaehyun felt a tinge of pride in his chest, knowing that he had a beautiful girl waiting for him at home who craved him just as much as he craved her.
"fuck baby. is that pussy ready to be fucked yet? think you can slide a few fingers in?" jaehyun gritted out, feeling himself get close due to the erotic situation he was in.
you didn't hesitate for a second and slowly slipped two fingers inside of yourself. you let out a slutty moan when you felt your fingers stretch you open.
jaehyun chuckled darkly, "I guess I have my answer then. go on, fuck yourself nice and deep for me. I want you nice and stretched out for me when I come home tonight, ok?"
"yeahhhhhh." you whined out and rocked your hips against your hand. who knew all you needed was the sound of your man's voice to get you off. this was way better than whatever you were trying to do before.
"god Jae I'm sooo wet. need you." you whined out, turning over onto your stomach. you felt your fingers much deeper in this position and let out more lewd sounds of pleasure.
jaehyun wanted nothing more than to bury his face between your thighs and hear all of those delicious sounds in person. he was halfway tempted to leave the hangout without saying a word. could you blame him? the love of his life was at home fucking herself to the sound of his voice.
jaehyun jerked himself off roughly, eager to get himself off quickly. not only was the situation he was currently in extremely hot, he was also mildly aware that his friends were waiting for him to come back and join them.
"alright baby, I need you to cum for me. let me hear how hard you can make yourself cum."
you were so close you could taste it. all it took was a few more bounces on your fingers and you were exploding all over them. jaehyun's face contorted in immense pleasure while listening to you ride out your high and before he knew it, he was blowing his load all over his hand. it took every ounce of self control to not make a sound in this echoey bathroom.
both of you were catching your breath and calming down from the intense highs you experienced.
"well I never thought I'd find myself jerking off in taeyong's bathroom but there's a first time for everything I guess."
you covered your face in your hands, slightly embarrassed thinking about what just transpired not too long ago.
"don't come back too late ok? I'm not done playing with you, daddy." you said lightheartedly.
jaehyun finished cleaning himself up and pulled his sweats back up. "aye aye, honey. call me if you need anything. I love you so much."
jaehyun wrapped up in the bathroom and tried his hardest to act like he wasn't just phone fucking his girlfriend a few minutes ago. jaehyun walked into the kitchen to grab some water. Johnny smirked slightly and grabbed his drink. He exited the kitchen past jaehyun, but not before busting his balls.
“tell y/n i said hi” johnny said with a shit eating grin.
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If requests are still open, can I ask for somno/breeding kink with Beam from chainsaw man, with him just passing out on top of male reader after he finishes, basically just cuddling subconsciously. Love your work btw, they’re fun to read. If my request needs more description, I’ll try again
ఌ 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐌
꧁ 𝘽𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂
Word count › 1.4k
Rating › NSFT
Warnings › beam dumb
Kinks › breeding, light somno
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(Name) wanted to jump off a bridge. He knew what he was getting into dating someone as idiotic as Beam but he truly didn’t believe it could get so bad. Yet here he was, having to wait for Beam to wash off the cow shit he was drenched in.
How did this happen? He wasn’t sure. Denji had come up with some elaborate reason why but (Name) had decided to just deal with him later. He groaned to himself as he slipped out of his work clothes, ready to pull on his pjs when Beam opened the bathroom door.
A grin spread on his lips, “(Name), are we about to have sex?!”
“No.” (Name) said, throwing his work pants at Beam’s face. He was way too angry to have any sort of sexual activity with the man that was just covered in cow shit.
“Why not?!” Beam whined, walking over to (Name) with a pout on his lips. If he had human eyes, maybe he would’ve tried to use puppy dog eyes on him.
“You rolled in cow shit.”
“But I showered…”
“No.”
A huff left Beam’s throat as he sat down on the bed. He was silently sulking as (Name) continued to change. Ever since the first time they had sex, Beam was very into it. He always asked in the worst way possible for it but (Name) was used to that.
“(Name)….”
“No. Sleep.”
Beam sighed but did as he was told, moving to lay down in his spot. (Name) turned off the lights and laid down on the bed, ready for a good nights rest after a stressful day of cow shit.
It was only maybe an hour or so when (Name) felt something rub against his ass cheeks.
Oh he wanted to jump off a roof.
Beam was rubbing his naked (!!!) cock against his ass.
Wait, his shorts were down.
The absolute pervert pulled his pants down. (Name) was wondering what he should use to kill Beam but stopped himself. They had talked about something like this once—saying that it should be done randomly. But really? He chose today?
The day cow shit touched his body?!
Ew. (Name) tried not to think about the cow shit as he heard the stuttered breathing of Beam as he began to thrust between his ass cheeks. It was a bit flattering that Beam was using him as a masturbation tool, really.
But he’d never tell Beam that unless he wanted him to get more annoying.
Beam muttered something before easily pulling (Name)’s body closer, earning a grunt from him. He didn’t move for a second, seeing if (Name) was awake before continuing. The skin against each other was a bit harsh and it seemed Beam had noticed because he stopped.
(Name) felt the blankets be pulled away to free his lower half, the cold air on his skin. He waited for any type of lube to touch his body only to hear the sound of someone spitting.
No.
No.
WHAT THE FUCK?!
(Name) wanted to cry. No fucking way that he used spit instead of the fucking lube in the nightstand right beside him. Did he forget?! How was the spit supposed to substitute for lube?
He couldn’t just let this idiot continue. What if he tried to shove it in his poor asshole and he’d bleed to death?!
“Beam.”
“Sorry!”
(Name) turned around to face Beam who looked embarrassed. “It’s fine. But don’t use your spit. Use lube next time.” He said, pointing over to the nightstand on Beam’s side. Beam nodded and grabbed the lube, handing it over to him.
“So I can do it again just with lube…?”
“Yeah, sure.” (Name) muttered, easily coating his fingers and shoving them inside. It was pretty easy to do—he no longer felt embarrassed in front of Beam either. Beam watched with amazement as he easily slipped his fingers in and out.
“(Name), you’re almost on the same level as Lord Chainsaw!”
“Bring up Denji again during sex and I’ll never let you fuck me again.”
“Sorry.”
(Name) hummed and motioned for him to get between his legs. Beam’s previous sad look was gone in a minute as he quickly went to the spot he had once called his ‘destiny’. Or whatever bullshit he spouts during sex.
He kinda just says whatever on his mind. (Name) slipped out his fingers and laid down, using two fingers to spread open his hole. Beam grinned in excitement, grabbing (Name)’s legs and pushing them upward.
“Thank you, (Name).”
“I’m not a meal—hurry up.”
“Right!”
One quick thrust and he was inside. (Name) arched his back as he cried out in pleasure. He would never admit it out loud but he really believed Beam was pretty good at sex despite being so innocent otherwise.
Maybe it was because (Name) really only had one partner before him. Or it’s that Beam’s much larger cock did most of the work. It didn’t matter really.
“(Name).”
“Hmm?”
“Lord Chainsaw taught me something about sex.”
(Name) wanted to kick Beam off of him but it was a bit hard with the strength the man had on his legs. He simply grunted in disappointment but continued to enjoy the steady thrusting inside his hole.
“Did you ever think about me cumming inside?”
“Hng?!” (Name) gasped at a the sudden drag against his prostate. He had never really did. Beam usually pulled out but (Name) had never told him to. It was just something he did.
What would cum feel like inside…?
“He told me we can make babies that way,” Beam grinned. “That’s a good idea, right?”
(Name) was going to murder Denji after this. He could only whimper as Beam continued to push forward, folding (Name) into a mating press. This was a position they tried once and only once because (Name) complained he wasn’t flexible enough for it.
He still wasn’t but he couldn’t exactly stop him.
He was enjoying it. His cock was reaching in deeper than most of the other positions and no way in hell would he gave it up. The pleasure he felt was so different than anything else.
His toes curled as he threw his head back, mouth opened in a silent scream. Their neighbours would surely talk to them in the morning about late night sex. The sound of the headboard against the wall would certainly bother them.
To (Name), it was only edging him further. Each thrust into his body caused him to clench down on Beam’s cock. Beam himself was grunting at the pressure, muttering on about the supposed children (Name) would give him.
Yeah, Denji was going to die tomorrow.
(Name) wrapped his arms around Beam’s neck and gave him a small smile. “You can cum inside.” He whispered, gasping at a particular deep drag on his prostate.
“Okay, okay. We’ll become a family this way, yeah?”
“Sure, sure…” (Name) muttered, feeling himself close.
Beam seemed close by the way his thrusting became unsteady. His usual rhythm that he had was gone and all he seemed to want was to chase his release. (Name)’s pleasure didn’t matter to him much right now.
(Name) was close himself, biting his lip to stop the moans that’ll stream out of his mouth from the harsh thrusting. It took really only three more thrusts when Beam muttered something about being a good father.
(Name) ignored it and whispered out words of encouragement for him to cum.
One last thrust that somehow ended right at his prostate. (Name) arched his back and cummed on his stomach, a moan slipping from his lips. Beam was right behind him, cumming deep inside him.
The feeling of the warm cum inside him made (Name) shivered. He could get addicted to this. His legs certainly hurt though as he tried to push Beam off of him. Only to realise that the damn fool was fast asleep.
(Name) groaned at the much heavier body on top of him. Yeah, no way could he push him off. He sighed but decided to get comfortable. It was weird to still have Beam’s cock inside him but he kinda liked it.
The feeling of cum slipping out of him though was bothering him. It was going to be hard to clean himself out in the morning.
“Night, Beam..” (Name) muttered, smiling at him as he burrowed his head on his shoulder. The two cuddled for the night, enjoying the warmth of the other.
While Denji in his own apartment sneezed violently. Why was he suddenly scared for tomorrow…?
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First ever Beam fic!! I’m trying new things with my writing lol—mainly small jokes in smut
Requests are open!! Yubin fic tomorrow <3
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"Promise not to put my face in it?" You asked as you plumped up the pillows making sure they were just right for you. "Promise" a cheeky smile coming onto his face as he got the camera app on his phone. Both naked as he stood up and you sat on the bed, slick folds causing the towel underneath you to become wet, just the sight of his cock standing straight up was doing so much for you.
"Go on then" giving him consent to record you, only if your voice and face wasn't in it, incase the unthinkable happened, plus you two were only friends with benefits, having no proper ties other than college classmates and hookup buddies.
Positioning the camera as it leaned against your metal water bottle, only showing the middle of your room, grabbing your legs and dragging you so that you rested on the pillows, legs propped up, dripping hole on full display for him. The only thing that showed in the camera was your legs and his hands as they held them down by your feet.
"You ready?" He asked, pouring the last contents of the lube onto his 3 fingers. Nodding in response. "I need words darling" gosh, anything he said could cause you to cum, Especially the way he called you darling.
"Yes then" responding as you shuffled around, trying to brace yourself for the 3 fingers he was about to fuck you with, but you wished that it was his dick he would fuck you with. A smile coming onto his face as he stretched out the lube on his fingers before slowly climbing onto the bed, your eyes kept on focusing on the way his dick moved. "Ready?" "Yeah.." bracing yourself as his fingers got closer to your aching hole. Glancing at the camera to start recording.
His fingers teasing the entrance of your slicked pussy, biting your lip as you felt his slowly enter you, it was easy access for you as you were soaking wet along with the help of the lube. "Shit.." laboured breathing started as you felt him, walls trying to close as he pushed further inside.
A smirk coming on his face. "You like that?" He teased you, nodding in response, gripping the pillows you rested on. Quicking his pace as he held your knee the steady himself, pumping in and out of your slick hole, your juices coating his hands with each thrust. He wished you would squirt right now, that was probably one of his main goals in life.
Completely forgetting that he was recording despite it only being a few minutes, letting out a lewd moan, resting your head back onto the headboard.
After a few more minutes, he retook his fingers from your dripping hole, the way your juices clung to his fingers, leaving a little trail along the bed, sticking them in his mouth to get the best taste of you. Smiling as he saw you trying to catch your breath, his tongue swirling around his fingers, showing you what he could do to that perfect pussy of yours.
Dragging your ankles as he made you lay down on the bed, bringing you close to his body as he sat on his knees. "You sure you're ready?" Grabbing the phone and pushing your lower half up onto his thighs, slapping his already soaked hand on your cunt, resulting in a moan from you, holding your hand over your mouth. Grabbing his cock and rubbing his swollen tip along your folds, he didn't even waste time as he pushed it in, gummy walls gripping his tip as he pushed it further in, his thickness catching every crevice and detail inside.
Throwing his phone beside your head as he grabbed your hips, he waited weeks for this feeling to come back, no hand or sex toy could solve his desire for you. Tracing every curve of your hips as he gripped them harder, he didn't dare to start off slow when it came to you.
Moaning out his name as you felt him glide inside of you. "You look so pretty babe" he called you all sorts of petnames despite not being in a serious relationship, though you did contemplate if he did like you properly with the way he acted around you. "Shu-" another sequence of moans escaping. "Shut up" you didn't dare try to kick or hit him as you knew he'd enjoy it.
"Yeah yeah" smirking at you as he saw you retaliating to his comment. Balls hitting your skin, the way the room filled with the sound of it, along with your moans. You'd surely be bruised after an evening like this. Fingers gracing your skin as they made their way down to your clit, gently teasing it with a few rubs. Fortunately he would try and stuff his fingers in there too, since his cock was already stretching you out to the max. Lips leeching off his cock, forcing him to stay inside.
Fingers swirling around your lower lips, the way they purposely stayed along your clit, making sure to dig in. Moaning each time he did that, you just wanted to squirm away but his hand still on your hip stopped you. "P-Please" you cried out, the way his fingers touched your most sensitive spot and to add to the pleasure he had his full cock inside of you, stretching you out with each thrust, at this rate he was practically up in your cervix. Leaning over and grabbing a pillow, you'd wake up the whole floor if you kept it up at this rate. Holding a pillow against your mouth, wishing you could scream out his name and let the whole apartment know how good he made you feel.
Seeing the pillow cover your face, only made him wanted to fuck you harder, receding how dick from your hole, leaving trails of his precum as he got off the bed. Much to your dismay as you asked, "Why'd you stop?" You wanted him inside you for a lifetime, even if you didn't move, just cockwarming him was enough for you. No response. But the feeling of your ankles being dragged to the end of the bed gave you some hope.
He was so strong that it was scary that he could just flip you over onto your stomach, his hands repositioning your lower body, ass up, face down. Pushing your torso further down till it was touching the mattress. Picking the phone up as he lined himself back up, the surreal feeling of his tip touching your lips once again as he tried it find your hole brought you back to reality, stuffing the pillow in your face, as you felt his tip entering, followed by the rest of his thickness. You could feel him getting further down, the way he could probably reach your g spot in this position.
His calloused hand gripping your ass, making sure that he was steady before moving. Positioning the camera so that it could get the best angle of you. "Tell me if it's too much" nodding in response as you felt him, he didn't start off slow like you would've hoped, getting straight to the main point as he pounded into you, the bed already creeking under the pressure.
The way he grabbed your waist, to hold you still incase it was too much for you. "Shit" harsh breaths already starting up again. He had completely forgotten about the camera as he threw it right near your head, trying to record some of your muffled moans. Both hands groping your hips as he pushed further into you. The feeling of his balls swiftly emptying into your womb, he didn't even mean to but he was so worked up that he forgot the feeling of it.
Moans filling up the room as, You could feel the warm liquid pour into you. "Sorry?" He wasn't even sure if he should be apologising because of the way you reacted.
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