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skullsuited · 4 months
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drunk & high.
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an lhh!era/fwb!harry imagine that is simply riddled with pure filth, wine consumption & marijuana smoking. inspired by true events.
smut warning: some heavy degradation/dirty talk, daddy kink, hair pulling, p-in-v sex. this is just straight up porn without plot.
Maybe it was the red wine, perhaps it was the fact that you’d both drunk almost the entirety of the bottle.
It could’ve been the joint you two smoked. Harry always has good weed, it continuously blows your mind how pure and strong it is. 
Whatever it was, it had led you to this very moment. Your feelings of undeniable lust and mutual appreciation for one another, along with your inebriation and intoxication had found a home in your bodies and the scene you were in would be burned into your memory for the foreseeable future.
Your lower half is exposed, leggings and underwear pulled down just enough so Harry has access to your core. “Please…” You whine submissively, lying on your stomach as anticipation courses through your veins. You want him so badly and the state of your mind is only making him look ten times sexier than you usually find him. 
Harry towers over you, growling with dominance and desire as he grips your hips with one hand and guides his cock into your cunt with the other, emerald eyes gazing down at you from above. 
It’s clear he wants you just as much as you want him.
Your jaw slackens as he pushes inside of you, a gasp leaving your throat as his cock stretches you out in the familiar, practiced way it always has. After a few years of exploring each other’s bodies, you both are knowledgeable in how to make one another moan or render each other absolutely speechless – though, he’s the one who usually has you doing those things. 
Harry’s quick to lie on top of you, his chest pressed to your back as he begins to thrust slowly, heavy breaths and soft grunts leaving his raspberry colored lips. Your eyes meet and his hand tangles in your hair to maneuver your head, lips meeting yours in a sloppy-sweet kiss. 
It’s brief, a gradually growing makeout session that only lasts a few seconds, but you take it for what it's worth. Then he really starts fucking you. His hands find your hips and his torso is no longer pressed to yours, but the sight above you is almost mesmerizing; head thrown back, features screwed up in pleasure and concentration and all you can do is gape at him, watch as he takes you, takes you like you belong to him and only him. 
Your eyes shut, too lost in the pleasure you’re receiving from the man hovering above you. 
“D-Daddy, oh…” You moan, body moving like the sea’s tide, allowing yourself to relax and simply be fucked by Harry. One of his hands tangles in your hair again, pulling at it before pushing your head into the mattress, a low groan rumbling in his chest. 
You both move in quick succession, the wine and the weed impairing time and heightening pleasure as your bodies mold to each other, forgetting about the outside world or your duties as adults. Right now, in the safe space of his bedroom, the only thing and only people that matter are you and him and the art you’ve both perfected when it came to being sexual partners. 
Harry pulls out of you briefly, flipping you both onto your sides before pushing back into you. You can feel how wet you’ve gotten his cock, how wet you’ve gotten as he resumes fucking you, thrusting with fervor. His right arm is wrapped around your chest, keeping you pressed to his own, while his left hand is anchored to your waist, pulling your ass into him. 
“L-love taking your c-cock.” You speak, words broken by ecstasy. 
His lips are near your ear, “Yeah, take this cock you fucking cockslut.” 
Your hand finds its way in between your legs, preoccupying your fingers with rubbing your clit in fast, small circles. “Oh my God, oh my God…”
“Gonna cum for me, darling? Hm? Are you goin’ to cum on Daddy’s cock?”
“Yes- yes, fuck, Harry.” You babble, your free hand clawing at the arm he’s got wrapped around your chest. You aren’t quite sure how much time has passed since you initially started your tryst, but you do know that your impending orgasm is approaching rather quickly. “Want- want your cum. Want you to cum inside me.” You add, hopefully spurring his own release on. 
“Yeah? You want my cum?”
You nod jerkily, body shaking as your orgasm draws nearer. You are so close, but you don’t want to cum without him.
“Then take it.” Harry growls and before your brain can register it, you feel his cock throb inside you, his thrusts slowing as he empties himself. The feeling alone sends you into overdrive, your own release crashing down on you with intensity as you tense up, moaning his name like a mantra. 
“That’s it. S’ a good slut.” He murmurs, thrusting his hips languidly into you, fucking you slowly through your orgasm. Your fingers cease their movements once Harry stops his, your hand falling away from your clit. 
You both go quiet, breathing heavily as your climaxes dissipate and you wade in the post coital bliss. Harry pulls out of you gently before settling on his back, pulling your body into his. Your head rests on his chest and a smile pulls at your lips as his arm wraps around you, holding you close. 
“Can we do this again?” You ask, nuzzling your face into his chest a bit.
“I don’t see why not.” He replies. 
You nod, silence slipping over the moment as sleep pulls you both under. 
Perhaps getting drunk and high with Harry would become a whole new adventure.
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shamrockqueen · 1 year
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Sleeping Beauty
(Female version)
Pairing : Bucky X Reader
Warnings : Somnophilia, Bucky fucks his sleeping Beauty, unprotected sex, smut PWP
Word count : 1299
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Gender Neutral Version Link
This fic was closely inspired by/quoted from this post by @sleepy-lil-submissive. The gender neutral version is attached the original post via a repost and the link is available above.
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He didn’t expect to wake up this late at night. Particularly hot by having his eyes assaulted by the little cuts of moonlight that streamed into the bedroom, to glint off the dark metal of his arm. He had to push himself out of bed to get up, and close the drapes just to escape it.
He turned back to the bed, and as his eyes readjusted to the darker room he saw your sleeping figure curled over on your side. He drew the comforter away to slip back underneath, only have the sight of your sweet soft body catch his eye.
You had on one of his black t-shirts, and nothing else. You had a knack for sleeping naked and soon took a liking to wearing only a piece of his clothing to bed. A beautiful sight to see, and for a short while he just stood by and watched you softly sleep.
The moment passes and now he’s leaning in to press his large warm hand to your hip as he slides back into bed. He’s positioned at your back as if to act as the big spoon, arguably the best position to cuddle back into you.
But, instead of draping his hand over your waist he brought his fingers up over the top of your thigh to gravitate between them. His fingers circle the entrance to your core before pushing two of them in with only a little resistance.
His soft sexy sleeping little slut was already wet the moment he touched you.
He whispered as much, but only to himself with “You’re dripping for me already, doll? I’d love to know what your dreamin about.”
No doubt the visions dancing across your closed eyelids were that of his vibranium fist curled around your throat in the heat of some passionate fucking.
You didn’t answer him after he spoke, and he didn’t expect one from you as he played with your limp body.
For now, he’s gentle. He only stirs his digits around enough to cause small moans to escape your partially parted lips. He has to make sure he won't wake his sleeping beauty, as well as to ensure he can slip in right away by stretching you on his fingers.
He turned further on his side as he took his hand away from your slick flower, causing you to let out a small semi-audible whine. He pressed his lips to the back of your ear to shush this brief inconvenience away, before pulling back to bring his fingers up to his mouth. He suckled at your dew that had stained his skin, and had to close his eyes as savored your taste.
It was a shame he didn’t have enough time to nudge his head between your legs and lap up more. Instead he slips his flesh hand under the crook of your thigh as his metal one presses into the mattress to push under your waist so he can hold onto you better.
It helps keep you steady as he pulls himself free from the confines of his boxers, letting him press his stiffened cock along your sweet slick folds. The tip slides past your core to bump against your bud, sending a small jolt up your body and causing you to twitch in his arms.
His hood on you helps keep you steady as he prods at your entrance, trying to press his tip to the small opening of your core. You were plenty wet for him already, so as he pushed up into you he was met with little resistance. Even in sleep you take his cock beautifully, right to the hilt.
When he’s able to move without the fear of startling you, he begins gently pulling himself from your core before gliding back in.
He gives only a few good hard thrusts, and your cunt already feels like magic on his cock.
While in slumber your body still reacts to him perfectly as he continues his slow pace. Just a low slick drag of his cock along your inner walls. When he gets a chance to look down as he's pulling out he can see how wet you've gotten his cock.
Your slick glistened along his shaft in the dim gleam of moonlight that still escaped into the room. A little had escaped through a small opening from between the curtains he hadn’t fully closed.
Once he's taken a little he has to have more. He can't keep himself from wanting to bounce you against his thighs, and his muscles shiver as he holds himself off from just slamming his cock up into you.
The movement is enough to shake a little sleep out of your body and you start to mumble and whine at this fluttering feeling deep in your core.
He can feel you clamping around him as he rocks himself into you. Your body is only turning slightly, but he takes it the whole way while cradling and petting your head. One hand weaves it’s fingers into your hair as the metal arm rolls you onto your belly.
He's behind you now, as your flat against the bed with your head in the pillow. He didn’t mean to jostle you too much, so with his cock still hard pressed against the back of your fluttering cunt he leans in near your ear to coo you back to sleep.
"Shhhhhhh. I know, I know it feels good. But I'm not done just yet, Doll. Go back to sleep for me, okay? I'll be gentle."
His metal fingers press into the side of your hips, as his other hand slides over your side and down your back to draw warmth from your skin.
He lets himself get a little faster, but still trying not to be too rough on you as you still wavered halfway in and out of sleep.
Your once heavy breathing turns into dainty, little whines that we're almost inaudible.
“It’s taking so much outta me to not just slam my cock into you, Baby.” His whispered growls could still just barely reach you in your twilight state. But, he wanted to take care of you, be gentle with you.
He could feel the very back of your core around his tip as you slowly came undone around him. Later you'll have recollection of this hot bright burst along your core and up your spine, only to have thought it was part of your dreams.
His muscles ached from the strain of having to hold back from just fucking the life out of your already limp body. The strain on his body was what made him cum as hard as he did.
It was so strained, and his hips shook hard against the back of your thighs as he painted your pink walls with his thick cum.
It's like his cock is stuttering as he digs his teeth into his lower lip. He tightens his grip on your hip, letting the metal of his fingers dig into your skin.
He can feel you shake a little around him, but soon your body goes back to being limp and warm in his hands. When the mind numbing glow wears away he lets himself slip out, and a stream of sticky white seed follows after him.
He presses a kiss to your cheek, feeling that your skin is hot under his lips. Yet, your breathing is even, with the light rumble of a soft snore.
Tomorrow morning you'll find the sticky mess he left between your legs, the remnants of last night's dreams will seem more and more real.
The gate of your walk will be off kilter as you get up and walk to the bathroom, and you’ll feel the warm remainder of his spendings spill out.
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slutforsilverfoxes · 7 months
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Eight Seconds
[Not quite an author’s note, but more so a confession: I went line dancing the other night… I wish it went like this 😮‍💨 This do be self-indulgent PWP below the cut :) ]
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“I feel like an absolute schmuck. I look like an absolute schmuck. Cowboy hats aren’t meant to be worn this far west, it’s just not a good look,” Danny laments aloud, then catches his girlfriend’s eyes narrowed at his comment and quickly amends, “Except you, my dear, look absolutely adorable in yours.”
“That’s because you’ve got Jersey written all over your ugly mug,” his best friend ever so kindly informs him before taking a pull from his second beer of the night. “Gimme that.”
Steve takes the felt hat off of the blonde’s head and dons it himself instead, adjusting the brim low enough to hide the way his gaze is fixed on one young woman twirling around the dancefloor.
You throw your head back with a laugh as your current partner in the circle dance spins you to the next, and you take your new partner’s hand without missing a beat. Steve is absolutely mesmerized by the way you move so effortlessly, gliding between the complicated steps without a care in the world, your ponytail swinging in the same rhythm as your tempting hips.
“Hey,” Melissa yells to be heard over the pounding bass of the country song, nudging Steve hard enough to break him out of his trance. He turns to her and she lifts the brim of the hat before challenging, “Why don’t you get in there instead of ogling her all night, Commander?”
He’s grateful the flashing lights turn red at that moment to accompany the song change and graciously hide the heat creeping across his cheeks. “Am I being that obvious?”
“I’m surprised someone hasn’t put out a restraining order yet,” Danny’s quick to jibe. “Although I guess you’re meeting the requisite fifty feet.”
“You’re a riot,” the brunette grumbles under his breath before downing the rest of his beer. He twists around to place the empty bottle on the table, then turns back to find his view of the dancefloor blocked by a pair of jean shorts and a crop top sporting the skeletal head of a bull, if he’s not mistaken.
“Forgive me if I’m wrong,” your sweet voice settles over him like the Hawaii sunshine after a cool morning swim, “but y’all came out on a line dancing night and have yet to get to dancing.” A finger tips the brim of his hat even further up, and Steve comes face to face with the vision he’s been silently pining after all evening. He opens his mouth to answer, but finds himself speechless for quite possibly the first time in his adult life.
Thankfully, you fill the silence by chatting with Melissa, letting Steve bask in the touch of warm southern drawl woven around your words, and a different kind of heat floods his face this time thinking about what that sweet accent would sound like calling out his name tonight. He zones out while you prattle on, indulging in his decidedly not-safe-for-work fantasy and appreciating the way the cuff of your shorts sits snugly on your thick thighs just below the curve of your ass. Of all the things he’s been jealous of touching you tonight, denim takes the crown for being the most absurd.
“Commander Cupid,” Danny barks, roughly swatting at Steve’s shoulder to get his attention. “She’s talking to you, you putz.”
He clears his throat before turning his focus to you with an apologetic smile. “Got lost in my thoughts there,” he says by way of an explanation, and the twinkle of mirth in your eyes tells him you have a pretty good idea of just what those thoughts entailed.
“I asked if you wanted to come dance or just sit here watching me all night,” you repeat, one eyebrow cocked playfully.
“Oh, I, uh-” He knows he’s caught, and he lets out a soft laugh while shaking his head. “Totally busted, huh?”
“Tell you what,” you declare confidently, letting your hair fall loose from its elastic confine before palming the felt hat and settling it snugly on your head with a smirk. “I’ll make the decision for you.”
You start your journey back to the dance floor, clapping along to the kick drum announcing the beginning of that one Luke Bryan song that everybody always seems to know. You throw a wink over your shoulder and Steve stands to join you, pausing mid-step when Melissa hollers his name. He turns back to find an elated grin on her face, and she calls out, “Do you know the rule?”
Steve raises one eyebrow and shakes his head, curious.
“If you wear the hat…”
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“...you ride the cowboy,” you exclaim breathlessly in the back of Steve’s Silverado, your thighs burning from exertion. “Never heard that one before?”
“Nu uh,” the brunette answers rather unintelligently, the second syllable morphing into a groan when you roll your hips against his, somehow slotting his length even deeper in your heat. His hands find your love handles of their own volition, kneading the soft, warm skin there while you mouth hungrily at the sharp planes of his stubbled jaw.
He plants his feet on the floor of his truck before using his bruising grip as leverage to buck up into you, your hips kissing with every thrust as his lips find yours once more. You moan into his awaiting mouth, every coherent thought in your head disappearing, replaced by a mantra of your devilish lover’s name.
“That’s it, baby,” Steve rumbles out his praise. “Take everything I give you like a good girl.”
“Fuck yes,” you cry out, your head falling back and giving him the opportunity to run his nose down your exposed throat, a light scraping of teeth following in its wake. “Bite me,” you plead, and he’s quick to obey, sinking his teeth into the dip where your neck and shoulder meet.
Your walls tighten around his cock at the pleasurable tinge of pain, forcing Steve to let out an involuntary whimper against your skin. You pull back with a gasp, cupping his cheeks between your two smaller hands and feeling his face grow hot beneath your fingertips. “Oh my god,” you manage to get out between incessant pants every time your hips meet. “Do that again.”
“You like th-” The incredulous question dies on his lips, cut off by another soft whimper when you intentionally flex your muscles around him.
“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard come out of a man’s mouth,” you declare, excited by the new discovery. “Don’t you hold back on me now.”
He doesn’t.
Spurred on by your praise and just how fucking hot it is for someone else to order him around for once, Steve allows himself to be vocal, all manner of delicious sounds escaping his kiss-bitten lips while you ride him for everything he’s worth.
“That’s it, baby,” you echo his words from earlier with a positively dangerous grin. “Take everything I give you like a good boy.”
“Fuck,” he breathes out, his cock twitching in response to your overt display of dominance. This is new for him, too, and he decides at that moment that he’s going to have to explore this side of himself more often.
“What is it, Steve?” you ask, your taunt coated by your honey-sweetened accent. “You need to cum? Need to fill this little pussy up?” An unintelligible noise works its way up from low in his throat, and he stares up at you, dumbstruck. “Is that a ‘yes’?”
Steve nods desperately, not trusting his voice to form a response in a coherent manner.
“Oh, sweet boy,” you coo, carding your fingers through his hair, slowing down the torturous twisting of your hips, your other hand teasing your clit. He holds your thighs in a vice grip, his own quaking beneath your body in an attempt to stave off his impending orgasm. Then you tuck one finger under his chin and lift his gaze to yours, and the single syllable you utter shatters the last of his resolve. “Beg.”
Hot ropes of cum paint your walls as Steve lets out a debauched groan, his head falling back against the seat of the truck while you apply steady pressure to your clit, letting yourself crest over the edge moments after him.
You give Steve some time to recover, pressing gentle kisses to his sweaty skin and running your nails along his scalp until the heaving of his chest gives way to steadier breathing. “You okay, baby?”
“That-” He stops, shaking his head and opting to capture your lips in a tender kiss instead of voicing his feelings.
“I figured after the week you had, fighting with the FBI over jurisdiction on your case, you might like to give up control,” you offer by way of explanation, sinking further into his lap to rest your head in the crook of his neck.
“Yeah, you could say that,” your boyfriend laughs, in awe of your uncanny ability to read him so easily. His fingers trail up and down your spine and you settle into his warmth with a content sigh before cheekily adding, “Didn’t think you’d like it that much, though.”
A laugh rumbles out of him again and he admits, “I knew you were a switch, but I didn’t think I was, too.”
“Surprise,” you respond, and he feels your lips turn upward in a smile against his skin. “And here you and Danny were being resistant to line dancing. I told y’all it’s fun, didn’t I?”
He hums in agreement, then adds with a self-satisfied lilt to his voice, “Kind of you to save a horse tonight, sweetheart.”
You snort in response, clambering out of his lap to fix your clothes for the ride home. Finding the discarded cowboy hat in the truck’s passenger seat, you return it to its rightful spot on your boyfriend’s head. “I’ll turn you into a country boy, yet, Steve.”
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[A/N (for realsies): Don’t ask where this came from, tbh I blame WhimperTok for r u i n i n g me. And I just know this big, tough man is secretly a lil slut who wants to be Commander outside the bedroom but Commanded™️ in the bedroom, u feel me? I may have to explore this more 👀]
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ssleepycenzi · 4 months
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“Caught📸”
Sampo koski x Baker reader
Warnings:Public sex,Overstimulation,Oral both receiving,Creampie,Horribe Puns,Hand job,fingering,Porn without Plot?,Teasing,Light-Medium Food play (frosting,whipped cream),Straight into the smut
“We’ll aren’t you a dirty little thing” Sampo chuckled as he caught his friendly neighborhood baker in her office with two of her fingers plunged deep inside her dripping wet cunt, liquid arousal streaming down her thighs.As soon she heard his voice her whole body froze up as she heard his voice her eyes slowly drifting up to his large frame. “S-Sampo…” her voice crackling slighty small tears in her eyes from the pleasure she was giving herself.”Aww don’t stop now I was enjoying the show” the blueberry haired man teased.He wasn’t going to let her forget this not even for a second.”Cmon keep moving those fingers in that pretty pussy of yours” he cooed walking up to her and pulling a chair up setting himself down it legs spread and all leaving much to the imagine.[Name] the girl caught in this predicament just closed her legs with embarrassment gaze glued to the ground.”shy are we,then I’ll guess I’ll have to encourage you” Sampo got up and picked up the girl who was dam near trembling.He placed her on his lap her wetness making a wet patch on his thigh.”Go on ride my thigh sweetheart” he cooed his hand trailed up and down her waist.”I-I cant..I can’t do this…” [name] spoke up tears of embarrassment threatening to spill.
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quaritchscupquake · 6 months
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Kinktober Masterlist
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This is the first time I'm doing anything like this. When I tell you my September search history has been the DIRTIEST, *takes a drink of water* whew.
This month my brain gets to be the whore I can't be.
We have a little bit of everything we all love--a little dress up, a little ball gag, a little waxplay, a lot of manhandling.
In the spirit of one of my favorite authors, I have coded a couple of different human Quaritches in addition to the recom Quaritch that I showed up to this party for (as well as some others who grabbed me by the tongue). I hope you love them all as much as I do.
The prompts speak for themselves, but please read individual warnings, because that's not always all, folks.
All stories are x f! reader (sometimes different readers -- gurl, you can be whoever you want) and because hey...that's my frame of reference.
I'm hoping to have everything queued up for the morning (Eastern) to get your days started off right.
Handjob - human Miles Quaritch: “Seizing Initiative”
Eating out - recom Zdinarsk: "Heart-shaped Bruises" sneak peek
Thigh riding - recom Zdinarsk: "Toothpaste Kisses"
Choking/Spanking - human Miles Quaritch: “The Space Between Two Notes”
Daddy kink - recom Lyle Wainfleet: "Peccavi" Sneak Peek
Blindfolded - human Miles Quaritch: "See the Makeshift World" Sneak Peak
Blowjob - human Miles Quaritch: "Blueberries for Breakfast: Part Two - Cherry"
Voyeurism - human Miles Quaritch: “I See You”
Accidental stimulation - human Miles Quaritch: "Blueberries for Breakfast: Part Three - Blueberry"
Knife kink - human Miles Quaritch: “Like a Bunch of Flowers”
Restraints - human Miles Quaritch: “Chains of Command”
Fingering - recom Quaritch: "Holy Palmer's Kiss"
In public - human Miles Quaritch: “The Heavy Sum of Silence”
69 - recom Zdinarsk: "I am All Lips"
Size difference - recom Quaritch: from "Tinker, Sniper, Soldier, Spy - Part one"
Toys - recom Zdinarsk: “A Lick of the Strap”
Begging - recom Zdinarsk: "Her Tongue that Waking Still Refuseth"
Mirror sex - recom Ja: "Let the More Loving One be Me"
Threesome - Jake Sully x OFC Ziti Jacobs x Neytiri: "Date Night"
Edging - human Miles Quaritch: “Freeze it, right -- there”
Phone/throat comm sex - Pre-Utopia! Miles Quaritch:  “No Hand can Reach”
In the shower/tub - human Miles Quaritch: "Blueberries for Breakfast: Part Four - Cranberry"
Biting - recom Lyle Wainfleet: "Bled Against her Thorns"
Rough - human Miles Quaritch “Makes You Soft”
Caught masturbating - human Miles Quaritch: "Blueberries for Breakfast: Part Five - Holly Berry"
Overstimulation - recom Zdinarsk: "Sung me Moonstruck"
Anal - human Miles Quaritch “Pretty Princess; Dirty Whore”
Praise/Degradation - recom Quaritch: "Outstanding"
Dirty talk - recom Quaritch: "Write Me More"
Mutual masturbation - human Miles Quaritch: "Blueberries for Breakfast: Part Six - Salmonberry"
A/B/o - recom Quaritch x recom Wainfleet "As Long as You're Mine"
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sagittarianpocky · 7 months
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Heaven | Zamasu X Fem!Human!Reader.
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First time posting my work on here. Um, hello. On a Zamasu binge right now.
Porn with very slight plot. And some fluff, but it's Zamasu, so, you know. I just like writing things that are self indulgent, and he deserves more love. Also not spell checked. We die like men, and spell checking with ADHD is practically impossible anyway. And it’s written in first person pov because I suck at second person. Otherwise. Enjoy, I guess.
Rating: NSFW. 18+. Obviously.
Word count: 3,095
Summary: Zamasu gets... a little jealous that another mortal dared to flirt with his special human.
“I’ve never seen you so nervous.” 
To have a Supreme Kai staring you down - it’s a harrowing experience. Especially because it was Zamasu. Gray, hungry, narrowed eyes were staring directly through my own, going all the way down into the depths of my soul. He was standing mere inches from me. We’d been having a discussion, which was absolutely normal, but I brought up the fact that some random dude on the street had asked for my phone number in passing. That’s when he first got that look in his eye, his voice got lower, and I could see that something was brewing within the darkest corners of his mind.
“Zamasu.” My voice came out quiet and weak, almost like a stutter. “What’s gotten into you?”
His fingertip just barely touched my chin, tilting my head up toward his own. I had to look at him, no matter how flushed my face was getting. He wasn’t much taller than me, but it was just enough for him to be intimidating. The height difference made me feel small and helpless, but in the depths of my own mind, I didn’t hate the feeling. And I think he knew that. “The idea that any of these barbaric, uncivilized mortals could believe, even for one moment, that they have the right to someone as divine as you is absolutely revolting.” 
I backed up a little. Just one step, but he followed suit. I responded, “That’s… why I told him no.” 
“As you should.” A smirk was pulling at the corner of his lips. “Do the same with everyone who dares to ask for even a sliver of your affection.” 
I blinked a few times, and I felt his thumb brush my jaw. “I… don’t understand. What is this about? You know how I feel about people, so-“
“What I am saying… is that there is but one being who is worthy of you.”
I swallowed roughly. “… Who?”
“Me.” 
The response came out so commanding, as if it were the absolute truth. My breath caught in my throat. His stoic, never-changing expression told me that he wasn’t lying. “You… want me? But I’m…”
“A mortal? Ah, no. You’re a…special case.” His hand rested on my cheek, and his thumb brushed my lower lip. He usually had a confident aura, but now, it was penetrating through my soul. Paralyzing me. “I’m surprised it took you so long to notice. Mortals do tend to be quite oblivious, so I won’t take offense.” 
“You… want me.” That came out barely audible, more repeating it so I could believe it myself. It made him smirk. My eyes couldn’t leave his, but I noticed him take a quick glance at me. My body, more specifically. “In, um… what ways?”
He moved centimeters closer as he confessed, “in all ways, darling. If that’s alright with you.”
“Wouldn’t that… break rules?”
“Supreme Kai law? Perhaps.” He brushed a piece of hair from my face. “But you of all people should know that I care little for those old-fashioned doctrines.” 
“I see.” A brief silence ensued until I whispered back, “then, it’s alright with me.” 
“Are you sure?” That came out almost teasing. “Once you start, there’s no going back. I’m sure you’re aware.” 
“…I’m sure.” 
He smirked in such a feral way that it exposed one of his fangs. “Good. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear, my dear.” 
That’s when his lips met mine. It startled me, but at the same time, I melted. I melted at such a quick rate that I couldn’t believe it. He pushed me against the wall, hands sliding down my sides. When I started to reciprocate, it was like all inhibitions were thrown to the wayside. His body was right against mine, and his tongue snaked right into my mouth. He tasted… like cedar. I wasn’t sure how to explain. A sap, more bitter than honey, but still retaining an intoxicating sweetness. On top of that, he was kissing me like he hadn’t had a taste of physical contact like this in hundreds, if not thousands of years. Then he pulled back and laughed to himself, murmuring, “exquisite. Even better than I imagined.” 
I was trying to catch my breath. “You’ve… been thinking about this?”
“Of course I have. You invaded my thoughts. Thoughts of grandeur being tainted with thoughts of desire. I tried so hard to resist, but I can no longer do so.” His hand was sneaking underneath my shirt, but I was too enamored with his eyes to look down. “I’ve wanted nothing more than to see you for everything you are. To devour you. To make you mine.”
With that, he began to kiss me again. I knew how privileged I was. To be in such close contact with a Supreme Kai - a being like Zamasu - no other being in the universe would be given the opportunity. His hand was slowly pulling my shirt up, and then he separated from me to remove it entirely. My face grew red because I knew he was checking me out, but again, it made me feel small. Finally, he said, “come here.” 
He pulled me toward my bed and he sat down on the edge. He spun my back toward him and pulled me onto his lap, guiding me to straddle one of his legs. With my back against his chest, I could feel his breath against my neck. His hands were sliding up my bare thighs, then to my hips, and then up to my chest. With ease, he undid the clasps, and my bra slid to the ground. Why he didn’t bother with my skirt was beyond me, especially when he turned my face to his. He whispered, “You are simply divine, darling.” 
He didn’t give me a chance to speak. His lips met mine and his hands groped my chest. I couldn’t help it - seeking friction, my hips rolled against his thigh. What pained me more was the fact that he was still fully clothed. I couldn’t get as much as I desired. When he started teasing my nipples, I could tell that he was playing with me, much to his own amusement. When he started pinching them, I moaned into his mouth. It was shameless. He pulled back from my lips, and diverted his attention to my neck. Kissing and nipping at my skin, my body was reacting exactly how he wanted. He was chuckling to himself. Embarrassingly, it was almost too much, even though he’d done so little. I groaned, “Zamasu…”
I could feel his body tense as he said, “oh, that was marvelous. I’ve never heard anyone say my name like that before.” 
He bit the side of my neck hard, triggering another groan. He would bite every sensitive spot he could find. One of his hands moved to my hip, guiding them in the same pattern they’d been grinding in, just with more force. I whimpered, mentally noting that I should’ve guessed he’d be some sort of sadist that liked to play with his food.
I heard him smirk as he said, “a sadist? I suppose so. Playing with you is far too much fun.” 
I blushed hard. I would often forget that Kais could read minds, and I had no doubt that he’d been reading mine the entire time. I felt his hand slide underneath my skirt, moving dangerously close to the area that most of my body heat was gathering in. My hips bucked toward his hand, which made him laugh. “So reactive. Would you like me to do something?”
Even the tone of his voice was enough to make my body hotter. “I… need you to touch me.”
“You’ll need to elaborate, sweetheart. Tell me what you want.” 
As he said that, his fingers inched closer. One of his fingertips was just barely grazing my clit through my panties. “I need… your fingers.”
“Where, darling?”
My hips bucked against his hand which made me blurt out, “in me. Please.” 
“That’s a good girl. I suppose I can oblige.” He pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss against my neck, and he took no time when picking me up and placing me down on the bed. The skirt was an easy thing to unzip and pull off, and my panties went with it, falling to the floor. His eyes were dark as he removed his overcoat, hanging it over the chair at my desk. He climbed over me with a predatory gaze as he mumbled, “oh, Gods, you are absolutely heavenly.” 
That’s when I felt his hand touch my core. He explored everything with his fingertip, giving me a light kiss as he did so. He pulled back, leaving his lips brushing against mine as he looked down. “To think you could get this worked up so quickly… that’s sinful, darling. I’ve barely started.” 
I tried to respond, but he pressed two fingers into me with absolute ease. He drove them into me as far as they could go, and he held them there, prompting me to try to move my hips. “Ngh, Zamasu-“ 
“Needy, are you?” He pulled his fingers back, and then pushed them into me once more, making me bark out a sound that resembled a groan. The smirk on his face told me that he was loving every second of this. I squirmed. He was holding his hand still. Then, he whispered, “I’m sure you can be louder than that. I suppose I’ll find out, won’t I?”
Only then did he begin to move his fingers. At a slow, but steady pace, always forceful when pushing them back in. He liked the way my body would jerk, and he liked the way my face would contort. I could hear it in his breath, which was getting deeper and more husky by the minute. Then, he curled his fingers, which made me groan his name again. It made him chuckle. “Yes, beautiful. Do it again.”
His fingers quickened in pace. My back arched up, pressing me against him. He kissed me. My fingers were gripping the sheets, and I felt him add a third finger. The stretch sent heat shooting through my body. It made my toes curl. It made my breathing go rapid, to the point where he pulled back just to watch me squirm beneath him. Finally, I mewled, “Zamasu… I… I’m gonna…”
And just like that, his fingers stopped. The high I was desperately seeking faded away, leaving me speechless. And he was smirking darkly as he slowly withdrew his fingers from me. When I was about to complain, he shushed me. “No, darling. You need to be patient. That was simply just to prepare you. Do you understand?”
I nodded shakily, every urge to complain fading away. I quietly responded, “Yes. I understand.” 
“Good girl.” I felt him press a gentle kiss to my forehead. He whispered, “Now, give me a moment. Relax.”
I felt him move off the bed. My head was spinning. Not just from orgasm denial, but from his sudden shifts in demeanor. He could go from cruel to sweet in the blink of an eye. I was trying to catch my breath, staring at the ceiling through lidded eyes as I listened to fabric moving around. Then, I felt him crawl back over me, once again rubbing his thumb on my cheek. “Feeling alright, darling?”
I nodded, leaning into his touch. “Yes.”
“Good.” He brushed hair out of my face. He looked so… nice. Genuine, like he usually did. “Now, I need you to move up just a bit. Can you do that?”
I nodded, slowly pulling myself toward the top of the bed. He urged me along until my head was resting atop a pillow, and then he moved atop me. That was the first time I felt his bare skin against mine. It was strangely cold, and it sent a shiver down my spine. He kissed me passionately, hips pressing into my own. I could feel his length rubbing along my core, which made my lips quiver. He pulled back from the kiss and said, “I’m going to ravage you now, darling. Are you ready?”
I nodded quickly, hesitantly folding my arms behind his neck. He allowed me to touch him without question or protest. Then, his forehead pressed against mine as he slowly slid himself into me. We both let out a groan at the same time, and the farther he pressed himself in, the more my mouth fell agape. My hands grabbed at his skin, and he once again hushed me. “I know, sweetheart. It’s a bit of a stretch for you, isn’t it? But I have no doubt you can take it.” 
“Oh, God…” I whimpered that with tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. When he was fully sheathed within me, I was holding onto him for dear life as my body adjusted. I had no idea what the anatomy of a Kai was like, but something like this was completely unexpected. I could see him sweating, using every fibre of his being to hold himself back until I was ready. Finally, I let out a deep exhale and said, “you… can move. Go ahead.” 
He wasted no time. He pulled himself almost all the way back out, and then pressed himself back in. He did it again and again at a slow pace. On his face was a look of pure ecstasy as he acquainted his body to mine, and then his eyes stared down at me. He leaned back just enough to push one of my legs up against my torso, and at that moment, I knew I was quite literally fucked. As he stared down at me, he said, “This… is a sight I could very much get used to.”
I didn’t get much time to look at his physique before he started driving himself into me down to the hilt. The whines and groans that were pouring out of my mouth were loud and lewd, my hands searching for anything and everything to grab ahold of. The pace he was moving at was forcing me upwards with every thrust, and he looked like he was in a state of complete bliss. It didn’t take long for me to be pushed over the edge, which made him groan in a way that could’ve made me do it again if I had the physical ability. I saw him smirk as he said, “Gods, that was amazing. I wonder how many times I can make you do that?”
I saw an idea flash past his eyes, and he was quick to remove himself from me before turning me onto my stomach. He grabbed my hips, pulling them upwards with a feral look in his eyes. I was looking back at him as he plunged himself into me once again, taking up the same brutal pace as before. He leaned over me, mouth just inches from my ear as he growled, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything as divine as this before. You must be from heaven. I’m wholeheartedly convinced.” 
“Y-You…” I could barely speak. The sheer amount of girth was hitting every single spot it could find. It was sending sparks of pleasure through every nerve in my body. I could barely mewl out, “so… good.” 
“You poor thing. You can barely speak, can you?” He bit my neck, which triggered an immediate moan. “Heh. You like being mercilessly dominated by a god, don’t you?”
His pace didn’t falter, not even as he spoke. My body was contorted, chest against the bed and hips in the air. Between breaths, I responded, “I-I… I do.”
Then, he grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them behind my back with one hand. With the other, he had a bruising grip on my hip as he asked, “And what God is giving you the privilege to feel such pleasure?”
His pace was unforgiving. I came undone again as soon as he said that, which made him grunt. My brain was having trouble formulating words, but I cared little.  No one I had ever done anything with made me feel anything close to what I was feeling. I whined, “You.”
He snapped his hips into me particularly hard as he ordered, “Louder. Tell me who you belong to!” 
I yelled out, “You, Zamasu!”
“Good girl.” His pace stopped for a matter of seconds as he flipped me onto my back again, plunging himself into me as he delivered a violent kiss to my lips. One of his hands remained on my hip, and the other tangled itself in my hair. He was overwhelming me, and the only thing I could think about or feel was him. My body was in a constant state of pleasure. I couldn’t have even known if I’d come or not. What got my attention was when his pace became much less rapid and disorganized, and he couldn’t continue kissing me. His head fell to rest against the crook of my neck, and my nails raked down his back. 
“Oh, Gods,” he groaned that right into my ear, which caused me to groan in response. With a few more hard thrusts, his pace slowed. He came to a complete stop deep within me. He must’ve hit a climax himself. Both of us were covered in sweat, and he caught his breath much faster than I could catch my own. He said in a sultry voice, “I’m surprised. You took that very well.” 
I opened my eyes just a sliver to look at him. My voice was so quiet that I doubted anyone could’ve heard it. “Thank… you.” 
“I think I’m going to stay here for a while.” I could see a satisfied smile on his face. I felt his body relax, and he held my head against the crook of his neck. “If you don’t mind, that is.” 
“No… I don’t.” Laying there with him, as he stroked my hair, I could feel myself falling asleep. Being in such close proximity with him - being in his arms - it made me feel untouchable. To be the one exception. The one treasure. “I don’t mind…”
“Hush. You’re rambling, dear.” 
“I... sorry…”
“It’s alright.” I felt him press another kiss to my forehead. Yes, safe. That’s the way I felt. To sleep in the arms of a God… it was nothing I ever expected to happen. “Sleep, darling. No harm will come to you so long as I’m with you. That, I promise.” 
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peachygelic · 7 months
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ROOMMATE ROMP.
Summary
《Gojo has a crush on you, his roommate. When he finally decides to make a move, you don't knock him out like he expected you would. Instead, things get a little…heated.》
You sweep and hum along to the music that's blaring through your headphones, successfully abusing your eardrums.
I'll never call you out on it because let's face it, you're less grumpy when listening to music. Your brows lose the constant furrow they have between them and your lips lift into a microscopic smile instead of a harshly set line.
I've known you for over a year and have only seen you smirk once. I refuse to call it a smile because it happened the first time you met Nanami.
But Iooking at you, I can't blame the broody blonde for magically becoming a comedian when he's around you. You're absolutely breathtaking.
Always dressed in bohemian fashion like right now, you're wearing a long nude skirt with abstract patterns on it and a slit, a jade corset hugs your waist paired with a strapless top that I think is the same colour as your skirt. I'm not 100% certain because I don't allow myself to look long enough. The corset stops just under your bust and pushes up your breasts. When you kneel down to scoop up some dirt, I force my eyes to drift to your face instead.
High cheekbones, plump lips, dark captivating eyes and luxurious hair.
You stand and walk towards the bin to throw the dirt out. As you do, your skirt whisks along with the sway of your hips as if it's taunting me.
And when you bend to put the dustpan down, I'm slower to take my gaze off the curve of your ass.
"Why are you looking at me like you're plotting ways to kill me?" My eyes snap up and I'm surprised to find yours already on me, looking through the mirror before you.
I'm stunned for a few more moments before replying. "I'm not plotting," I pause for a beat. "To kill you."
You quirk an eyebrow but don't say anything else as you heave yourself up and grab a cloth to wipe down the kitchen counter. You then increase the volume of your headphones.
I grab my drink from the coffee table and finish it off in two large gulps because Lord knows I'm going to need liquid courage for what I'm about to do.
Your POV.
What exactly is he planning to do?
Dammit, maybe keeping the fact that I can hear thoughts or "read minds" as some people say was not a good idea after all.
I keep it a secret because firstly, I don't want people to be extra cautious around me and secondly, it's honestly interesting to look into people's minds sometimes.
Well, the definition "interesting" varies from good to bad depending on the person.
But Gojo Satoru…well he's a special case.
His thoughts almost never correspond with his actions. Like last week for instance when we were at a cafe. He thought about ordering an iced caramel macchiato but ended up choosing a steaming cup of bitter black coffee instead.
Because of my music, I don't hear him approaching, but being his roommate for over a year makes it easy for me to sense him. My hackles raise at the same moment that I feel his body heat behind me.
His infinity is off.
I stop wiping down the counter and reach up to tug my earphones off.
I then crank my neck to look at him and I realize with a start that he took his blindfold off as I meet his striking blue eyes.
His pupils are blown and his eyes swirl with heat as he gazes down at me.
Please don't kill me. I hear him mutter in his head.
I don't have time to question him because I damn near melt into a puddle when he dips his head and his lips meet mine.
I unconsciously let out a sound that sounds embarrassing even to my ears but Gojo's chest rumbles against my back with a hum of approval in response.
I taste his expensive whiskey on his lips and that gives me enough strength to abruptly draw away from him.
I'm not someone who's against of having casual sex, especially with him, but there's no way I'm doing this if he's drunk.
As if he has my mind reading power he says "I barely finished a glass, I'm okay. "
He puts his hands on my waist and twists me around to face him. My throat works when I feel his hot length on my lower stomach.
I find myself leaning closer to him despite myself and he blows out a ragged breath and runs his lips over my neck in small teasing pecks.
Then he says my name, right next to my ear, in a low, whiny and desperate tone. And fuck if that doesn't chip away the last bit of my resolve.
I don't know who moves first but our lips clash again and my hands are rummaging through his platinum hair and clutching him closer while his larger ones are palming my ass and lifting me up to wrap my legs around his waist. Gojo grinds his hips into me and hungrily swallows my moan with his bruising kiss.
When he starts walking to his room I'm happy that I'm not standing anymore because I would have probably collapsed.
Gojo's POV
Holy shit I can't believe this is happening. I made a move almost 80% sure you would slap me across the face.
Instead your soft thighs are around my waist and your fingers pleasurably rake over my scalp. You break away from me again and before I can chase your lips or even beg you not to stop, your lips drop to my neck.
Fuck.
I kick my door open and almost laugh when you squeak as I toss you onto the bed.
You draw yourself up to your elbows and your eyes narrow as you prepare to cuss me out.
But as I crawl up your body your eyes widen and you sink onto your back again.
In a blur of movement, I untie your corset and jerk your shirt off. In between there somewhere, you took my shirt off too and we both look at each other with barely contained hunger.
You reach up to run your hand up my abs at the same time that I squeeze your black lace clad breast.
We release twin gasps and I hook my fingers into the waistband of your skirt. I pull it down slowly, taking time to admire your curves.
When the skirt is off, I stand at the foot of the bed and undo my pants.
You drink in every move, from when I unbuckle my belt, unbutton my pants and tug them down. When I stand completely bare, your dark eyes nearly look black with how dilated your pupils are.
I crawl over you again and reach behind you to unclasp your bra. I groan at the sight of your bare breasts and reach out and squeeze your perked nipple between my fingers.
A moan bursts from your plump lips and that sound, that fucking sound makes me drop to my knees, literally.
I wrap my hands around the tops of your thighs and pull you to the edge of the bed. Fisting one side of the thin lacy fabric hugging your hips and I tear it away from your body, unraveling you like a perfect gift that you are.
I see your eyes widen but I don't give you time to mourn for your shredded underwear when I dip my head.
A purely primal sound echoes through my room and I don't know if it came from you, me or both of us.
You see, I'm usually a man who takes his time, first kissing someone's inner thighs until they're drenching the sheets beneath them and writhing with need at the most gentle of caresses. However, you don't even need to be teased because you're already doing all of that.
Everywhere that my tongue traces emits a different sound from you.
When I lick a wet strip up your slit, you moan wantonly, when I delve my tongue into you, you gasp and shudder against me. But my favorite sound is when I circle your clit because that's when you reach a hand out to clutch my hair and I think you're conflicted with whether you want to push me away or draw me closer.
After a small jut of your hips upwards, it's obvious that you chose the latter. You tug me towards you and I slip my hand under you to grasp a handful of your ass and bring you impossibly closer.
"Gojo. Oh my god. " Your voice is strained and your body whines up with tension. My mouth moves fervently over your cunt and you tug at my hair hard enough to hurt, hell it does hurt but it also sends a jolt through my aching cock. I've ignored it for this long but as your moans rise in pitch it throbs with need.
My hand moves to your entrance and I feel you squeeze your thighs around my ears at the same time you clench around my fingers.
A few strokes has you panting and I can tell that you're close. I stand up without breaking the connection and attack your lips with mine.
I remove my fingers from your cunt and your protest dies off into a choked mewl when I ease my cock into you.
The change in size seems to do it because your back arches and a harsh cry tears from your throat.
Your POV
It's definitely sensory overload at this point. His lewd thoughts ringing in my ears, his moans of pleasure and oh there's also the fact that his hips are basically driving me into the mattress.
His strokes are slow but also hard and he grinds against me with each thrust, rubbing deliciously right against my clit.
The feeling would've been amazing if he had given me time to float back to earth after a mind numbing orgasm but he didn't stop. Didn't even miss a beat. So it's more overwhelming than anything else.
My nails scrape over every inch of skin on his back and I feel his muscles flex under my touch and our chests are pressed together so tightly that not even the thinnest piece of paper could wedge between us.
His chiseled chest rubs against my nipples and I can feel the rapid thump of our hearts beating in tandem.
Gojo's breathing is picking up and those moans that he was trying to keep in are becoming more and more prominent.
They sound so sexy, I just have to hear more. So I clasp my hand around the back of his neck and make our mouths meet fully in a clash of tongues and teeth. I lock my legs tighter around him and ground my hips upwards in time with his thrust.
Gojo's whimper is a sweet broken sound that I devour like a gluttonous animal.
Fuck I need to hear that again.
I loosen my legs and place both hands on his shoulders so I can push up against him. Again as if he has my power, he rolls over onto his back with no complaint.
I raise myself up and slowly impale myself onto his cock. Every inch -there were a lot of them- is imposing and it's almost like I'm being molded to make space for him. His cock nudges against spots that I didn't even know existed.
I'm not the only one affected by the change of position though. With my hands now resting on Satoru's chest I can feel as it moves up and down even faster and he huffs a mint and whiskey infused breath my way.
He says my name again. Each syllable rolling off his tongue like heated butter and I feel my wetness dip down to create even more of a mess where our bodies are connected.
Gojo thrusts up to meet me halfway and just like that, my confident pace turns into jerky rocks of my hips. One of the hands he had tightly holding my hips moves down to rub quick circles over my pulsing clit.
I can feel the shift of when our fucking goes from slow and passionate to a heated frenzy as we both chase our highs.
"Fuck," Satoru groans in between leaving hot open mouthed kisses along my neck. "How do you feel so good?"
"Could say the same for you." I retort back breathlessly and feel his lips pull up into a smile against my neck
"Is that you admitting that you like how my cock feels inside you?" I shiver when he flicks his tongue over my earlobe and slam myself down onto him harder as I feel the wave of my second orgasm approaching.
But then Gojo takes my earlobe between his teeth and bites hard enough to make me grunt.
"Well if you won't admit it, I will." His fingers somehow move faster over my clit. " I love the way you wrap around me. " He licks at my ear again and it forces a moan out of me. "The sounds you make." My nails dig into his chest. "How you're unconsciously marking me." I look down to see red streaks over the smooth muscles and I must be crazy because it gives me some sort of messed up satisfaction. "I don't think I could get enough of your lips." He makes our lips meet for a chaste kiss to stress his statement. "And I know damn well that this isn't the last time this is happening. "
I retract from him at that.
Isn't this just some casual sex because he's bored or something?
Gojo must notice the turmoil I'm going through because he reaches one hand to trace over my jaw.
The touch is so… intimate. And yes, it's weird that him touching my face is more intimate than his cock pumping into me but it is.
There's no going back now. I hear him murmur in his head as he pulls me into a toe curling kiss and I feel the tremors clawing into my spine and making my muscles tense up.
Gojo's thrusts become more desperate and he gasps against my mouth. The squelching sounds that our bodies make as they meet over and over again are probably crude enough to make the devil himself blush.
"I'm gonna-" My words break off into the loudest moan yet. My vision dazes out into stars and my body shudders wildly.
"Come? '' Gojo supplies breathlessly but his mock has less power because he throbs inside me and I will my vision to clear up enough to see him throw his head back in ecstasy.
He whimpers and his body shakes under me as he empties himself in me and I clench repeatedly as he milks himself through his orgasm.
When we both come down, we are clinging to each other in a mess of sweat and cum.
After a few minutes, I roll off of him and head to the joint bathroom to relieve and clean myself up.
When I'm finished and look over to the door leading back into Gojo's room a sudden wave of anxiety crashes into me.
What if things are awkward after this?
And why does the thought of things being different between us make a knot form in my stomach?
There's a small knock on the door and the knot twists nervously.
"Come in." I say in a voice that sounds too small, too timid to be mine.
When the door opens and Satoru walks in, I barely contain the gasp that threatens to tear from me.
His hair is disheveled and his lips are swollen. Red lines decorate his neck and they run down his chest and stop just above the waistband of the shorts that he wore before coming in.
My legs move on their own accord but he grasps my wrists before I can touch the scars and he tugs me into a hug instead.
Don't. I hear the whisper of a thought.
"I just had the best night of my life please don't ruin it with unwarranted guilt."
My fingers trace over his back and when I feel the raised skin there, I can't keep the words in, " But I hurt you."
Wordlessly, he intertwines our fingers together and walks me to the full length mirror.
I've never been ashamed of my body but with him standing behind me and looking at me the way he is, I can't help the blush that rushes to my cheeks.
Then Gojo turns my head to the side and my eyebrows quirk at the deep purple spots on my skin. I sigh when he dips his head and nips at the one on my collarbone.
"Did I hurt you? " He asks after delivering a soft peck to soothe over his bites.
I hum as I think about the vibrant marks on my skin and the particularly raw feeling between my thighs. "Only in the best ways." I reply and his breath huffs against my neck as he chuckles. I can't help but smile at the sound.
Gojo lifts his head and when his eyes land on me they soften.
I think this is the first time I've seen you smile.
His thought almost makes me roll my eyes.
"That's an exaggeration, I always smile."
Uh oh.
I feel like bashing my head against a very hard surface as soon as the words pass my lips.
Gojo perks up and I see his eyes gleam brighter with realization.
"Oh?" I mentally curse." I think you have some explaining to do, yes? "
I feel his arms tighten around me and he presses his hardening cock against my ass and digs his fingers into my hips.
This time I curse out loud.
"Fuck, it's gonna be a long night isn't it?" Gojo grins and he looks so devilishly handsome it should be illegal.
"Don't you always tell me to not ask questions that I already know the answers to?" He drawls and in what seems like one move, his hand reaches down to cup my aching pussy, he pulls me even closer to him and pumps two slender fingers into me.
God I'm going to die.
Staring right at damn my reflection too.
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[A/N]
Um. Hi there👀
I'm reflectively new on there, and this was a one-shot that I wrote on ao3. I thought, "Why the hell not?" and decided to post it on here too.
Sooooo, I hope you enjoyed it, and I pray that I get time to write more when uni doesn't have me by the neck😭
But until then, comments, likes and reblogs are much appreciated, and I'd like to think I'm friendly, so don't be timid to interact with me.
Love, Peaches.
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jvblood · 2 years
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home alone
pairing: argyle x fem!reader
wordcount: 1.1k
summary: Hopper, your father, is going on a date, while El is going to hangout with her friends as well. Leaving you home alone with the company of Argyle.
WARNINGS: SMUT (18+ minors dni), 69ing yup, pwp
a/n: okay this isn't the fic for the 50 follower special but someone requested this like two days ago and I wanted this one out too. requests are open <3
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Your father, Hopper, was going on a date with Joyce. He was pacing around the house, stressing out on what to wear. You and El were in your room, having a sister bonding moment. She was applying makeup onto you, experimenting with different things. You don't mind, you just want to get as much time as possible with her. El was about to leave to go hang out with Will and Mike, who was staying at the Byers house while down in California for a bit. That left you home alone with Argyle. 
“Hey, tell me does this look good?” Your father asks opening your door. He was wearing a navy henley shirt and khakis. “It’s cute, I guess.” You say hoping that it sounds convincing. 
“It is very cute.” El says as she continues to put makeup on you. “Dad, you look fine, don’t even worry about it.” You reassure. He huffs out in acceptance and calms down. “El, you ready to head out?” He asks, enthusiastically she got up from your bed and made her way to the door. 
“Is that kid you call a boyfriend coming over?” You could feel the tension in the room all of sudden as you reach to grab a makeup wipe. 
“His name is Argyle, Pops,” you say as you begin to wipe off the makeup, “and yes, he is.” Hopper thought he could have a heart attack. His kid with another kid in a house unsupervised! He might die from the thought of it. “Don’t sweat it, we’re just going to watch a movie.”
“It better just be a movie or I swear to god–” 
“Dad! You’re going to be late.” You say ushering him out of your room and out the house. You watch as El and him walk to the car and get in. “Use protection!” You call out as your dad rolled down the window and flipped you off. His car backed up from the driveway and made its way to the Byers. Causally, you went to pick up the phone and began to dial Argyle. 
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 You and Argyle were watching some stupid horror movie in the living room. Your head rested on his lap while he sat up. The same cliches would play over and over. Teens doing dumb shit and getting killed for not using one percent of their brain. It’s getting boring. Argyle, for some reason, enjoyed this. Alot. Desperately, you wanted his attention. Slowly, you began rubbing his thigh. You could feel Argyle tense underneath you. 
“Dude.” He mutters. He’d be embarrassed by how quickly he’s getting hard just from the gentle teasing. 
“What, man? I’m just playing around.” You say as you continue. Argyle gave your butt a little slap as you curled onto the couch giggling. 
“Come on, man, your dad is gonna, like, be home any time soon.” 
“That just means we have to hurry.” You purr, taking his hand to head to your room. The two of you head into your room, closing the door behind you. Once inside, you lead Argyle onto your bed and pull down your pants,  leaving your panties for him. “Let me play with you.” You whisper. 
“Bring that ass up here, let me play as well.” He groans. You put your cunt towards his face while yours met his cock. He pushes your panties to the side and begins to attach his lips onto your clit. Your mouth licks up onto his dick. He was getting stiff underneath your touch as you took your time on him. You wanted this to last as long as possible. Stroking him while sucking his tip, you skillfully moved your tongue onto his tip. Finally, you opened your mouth a bit more, taking him a bit deeper into your mouth. He licks eagerly onto your clit, rubbing softly with his tongue. 
You moan onto his dick as he continues licking. He bucks his hips a bit causing you to gag a bit, you pull him out of your mouth to get a breather. “That’s not very nice.” You pout.
“I’m sorry,” he moans. “ Let me make it up to you.” He wraps his arms around your legs and pushes you down to his face. It catches you by surprise as he laps up your cunt. You could feel yourself dripping onto his face as he begins to dip his tongue into you. You don’t want to feel selfish so you reach down and begin to stroke him. You drip spit onto your hand as you begin to pick up the pace. 
He sucks on your clit and brings his hand to your cunt, inserting them in. A moan leaves your throat as he begins to curl his finger inside. He quickens his paces and adds another in, curling in a rhythm. The sound of your moans and your wetness feels the room, the familiar coil coming back again. Argyle could eat you up for breakfast, lunch and dinner. It was his favorite thing. You could feel yourself reaching your high as your toes curled. You reached for his cock. Knowing that he was about to cum himself as his stomach kept on tensing,and massaged it quickly.
“Cum for me babe.” You moan out for him. His eyebrows furrowed as he thrust into your hand, releasing his seed into your palm. You lift your hand up to your mouth and lick his cum off.This doesn’t stop him though from eating you out. He wants you to come from his mouth. His arms that are wrapped around him makes you move onto his face, riding it ever so slightly. The lustful noises of sucking and moaning fills the room as his only mission left is to make you cum. Your thighs clench around his face as you instantly meet your high. You whine as you release onto his face. Argyle swore he nearly drowned. 
Suddenly, you hear the car door slam. Your head snaps to your door as you come back to reality, too quickly for you liking. A string of curse words leave your mouth as you get off of Argyle’s face. You grab a towel quickly and toss it to him. 
“My dad is back!” You whisper–shout. Argyle’s sense came back as he quickly wiped his face. You quickly find your pants while Argyle was situating himself. You dad though was in the house now with El following suite behind him. He sees the tv still on with the menu screen of the film the two of you ‘watched’. Hopper notices your door closed and this strikes a nerve for him. He starts his way to your room and opens the door. Once he did, he saw Argyle sitting at the edge of the bed with you braiding his hair. A cold breeze fills the room as the open window allows it through. 
“Hey, Mr.Hopper dude.” Argyle says with a smile on his face. “Hey dad, how was the date?”
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Whumptober Day 27: “You drew stars around my scars; But now I’m bleeding.” | Matches | Scars | “Let me see”
Words: 4.6k Rating: Explicit
Summary: Liam thought werewolves couldn't get scars, but he's seen Theo's before. When he gets another after a simple mission gone wrong, he finally finds out what pieces of Theo's past are permanently marked on his body.
The chimera’s eyes are fixed on his, chest heaving.  “I… Liam.”  He swallows.  “They made it so scars would stay on me, no matter how much I could heal.  It’s a reminder of failures.”  His eyes flick to Liam’s lips.  “Liam.” His thumb brushes a scar on Theo’s cheek.  “What’s this from?” “Surgery,” he says, voice thick, words barely coming out.  “Please.” “Please what?” His heart is racing so fast, Liam thinks it might explode.  “Liam, please just stop teasing me and-” The hand on Theo’s cheek wraps to the back of his head and pulls him down.  The sound the chimera makes is cut off when their lips meet.  Liam grabs him around the waist and pulls their bodies together, hips and chests fitting together, Theo’s back pressed against the counter.  It rucks his shirt up just enough for Liam to slide his hand up, rocking against Theo, who breaks away from his lips with a gasp.  Liam goes back in, kissing him harder, tongue swiping inside the chimera’s mouth when it parts open with a whimper.   When he pulls back, Theo steps away from the counter, chasing his lips.  Liam gives it to him, both arms going up the back of his shirt, clutching at his burning skin.  His own back hits the wall of the bathroom, next to the shower, Theo kissing him with everything he has.
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— devotum / wangxian one-shot au 🔞
rating: E / w/c: 3.9k
top!wwx/bottom!lwj 🥰
ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/51203923
easy read thread below (please be aware that this is p much just smut hhhh) ⬇️
Resentful energy is a fickle, fickle thing.
Wei Wuxian has it controlled, or so he says, down to a tee, and Lan Wangji— all he can do is trust. To love unconditionally, the way he always has, and offer up everything he has to give. To take on the burden, however he can.
Sometimes, that means giving Wei Wuxian a place to rest, behind a glacial wall of yang, diligently written to protect him with his life. Lan Wangji has adapted to this routine well enough; learned to stifle a lifetime's worth of orthodoxy and order. He's learned that the wicked ways are not necessarily wicked in intent.
'Come back to Gusu with me,' Lan Wangji had said, a few weeks ago now. A few weeks in shared solitude that have flown by. 'Resentful energy will harm you.' And he'd had to compromise, as long as he could keep Wei Wuxian safe, away from the sharp blades of the land's greatest clans.
But Wei Wuxian has killed people, cultivators, in their thousands, in the heart of the darkness of his own making. And yet, here he is, tucked far away in hiding, rattled awake by the mercilessness of his darkest nightmares. Lan Wangji has needed to adjust to this, too, because standing by Wei Wuxian's side makes him an accomplice by proxy. And that much is fine. It is fine. But he is not immortal.
Neither is Wei Wuxian. He carries himself like a trailblazer, granted — staunch, upright, indignant. Only here, for their eyes only, does the fear begin to trickle through the cracks.
Sometimes, Wei Wuxian craves. He craves validation and closeness. He asks to be soothed; to be spoken to, just like old times. Lan Wangji will not revert back to old times; he won't arbitrate Wei Wuxian's choices.
He won't back away. Not again.
Sometimes, Wei Wuxian refuses to curl up come night time, alone and cold against the rocks. He'd refused Lan Wangji's offer to take the hard ground, because of course he had. He is good. So good. There, he'd always wake up wrapped up in Lan Wangji's robes, still smattered with blood, red on white. And he'd always come up with some excuse—something about how he must have gotten cold and grabbed the closest thing.
Lan Wangji was always the one tucking him in, trying to keep him warm from the cruel cold of the world.
Most nights these days, he winds up curled up in the blankets, atop the bale of hay Lan Wangji had bartered for in a nearby village with the few coins left to his name, under the disguise of a dark grey cloak and a red rope belt. Not at all subtle; knowingly rumoured as a 'disciple of the feared Yiling Laozu'. In bed under their shared blanket, Wei Wuxian always ends up trembling next to him, clutching tight and begging for the voices to stop. It is unwavering, unrelenting with each passing rise and fall of the moon. His eyes have long grown dark, his hair disorderly, and his blood red ribbon askew where it hangs against his back.
Lan Wangji's mind is a mere shell of what it once was, his heart taking precedence here. And his heart is sombre; his resolve, diminished.
Sometimes, Wei Wuxian shakes, red raw with an itch for something more; all that resentful energy, and nowhere to put it. Spiritual yang pointed directly into the meridians does wonders for soothing that itch, much like an aloe balm, but even Lan Wangji grows tired sometimes. He has enough spiritual energy for the both of them, but the price he pays for that is doubled. And the yin will always come flooding back. Such is the natural order of things.
That is how they had wound up toppling into bed together, a tangle of limbs and a desperate mess of reassuring kisses, that first time. Lan Wangji can put up a good fight, can school himself into something almost as unremitting as he once was, equally stubborn as he is devoted, but for this— he's weak for this. His devotion to Wei Wuxian is unbreakable, it might as well be written in stone.
"The righteous, perfect Hanguang Jun. Hanguang Jun, the most peerless man in all of these lands," Wei Wuxian says, courtesy dripping like sweet poison from his tongue. Somewhere beneath the darkness of his red-rimmed eyes is that same arrogance, that same integrity he'd thrived with when they were teens. "Lan Wangji, you do things to me. Terrible, amazing things. Do you even know? Do you know?"
Lan Wangji knows. He knows well. And he takes it, obliged and without complaint, because he feels it, too. He feels cruel for it, stealing like this, but resentful energy is a fickle, fickle thing, and Lan Wangji is not selfless. Not at all.
He's sprawled out, his robes drawn open and splayed out around his sides. The hay bale is scratchy against his back, and his thighs are trembling, muscles pulling taut, following the path of Wei Wuxian's deft fingers. He's hard, his cock straining on end against his stomach. There's a thick plume of black hanging in the air around them, there are whispers of the undead, telling Lan Wangji to take and take and take and take.
'Selfish', 'dishonourable', 'greedy Lan Wangji'.
Wei Wuxian is kneeling against the folded edge of Lan Wangji's outer robe, chaos against order. His eyes are wild, his face frantic. He claws at Lan Wangji like he can't possibly touch him enough — kisses him like he can't believe he's there. And yet.
"I," Lan Wangji breathes, cupping the back of Wei Wuxian's hand, pressing it to the hot curve of his pelvis. Wei Wuxian allows it. He always does. "I wish for you to show me. Wei Ying."
Somewhere along the way, they'd gotten hooked. Somewhere before that, Wei Wuxian had begun to look at him a certain way. He'd allowed Lan Wangji to kiss him back to sleep, to pick out the knots in his hair. He never retreated whenever Lan Wangji had allowed himself the audacity to lay bare like this.
"You're too good," says Wei Wuxian, right as he gropes over the thick line of Lan Wangji’s cock. His fingers are gentle, but purposeful. Ghosting, but diligent. Ever full of contradictions.
Lan Wangji doesn't think he's particularly very good. He knows what he's doing here, what he's allowing in Wei Wuxian's moment of need. But he makes a low sound in the back of his throat, thighs spread wide. When he catches himself in the reflection of Wei Wuxian's eyes, he looks devilish there.
"I can see it in your face, Lan Zhan. You don't see yourself the way I do. You gonna be good for me? You gonna let me do all these terrible things to you again?" He lowers his voice, free hand reaching up, a testing finger dipping beneath Lan Wangji's forehead ribbon. "You always let me. You must really fear me, hm?"
No, Lan Wangji wants to say. It's a test, and they both know it – they've endured too much together for this to mean nothing to either of them, surely. But instead, he holds Wei Wuxian's hand flush against his groin, and allows himself the opportunity to grind his hips, painstakingly slow against the palm of a cold hand.
Wei Wuxian has been edging him on and off for the better part of the afternoon, his itch for it utterly unbearable. It had begun careless and casual, right up until that black fog began to swarm. Lan Wangji, out of sheer habit, had voluntarily laid himself across the makeshift bed and had opened himself up, three fingers deep and completely devoid of shame, in Wei Wuxian's line of sight.
"I want you," he says instead. He says that a lot recently, because it quells his own urge to say something far less inconspicuous. Wei Wuxian allows his hand to be coaxed downwards, where the slick of remedial salve is still warm between his thighs, precisely where he's open and eager. "You know that. Wei Ying."
"You wanna come, hm? You wanna come that bad? You did all the hard work for me, you could've finished yourself off, you know. I couldn't have stopped you. I couldn't even stop my Hanguang Jun from following me into the dark."
"You first," Lan Wangji says stiffly, pausing their hands there. Wei Wuxian is hard beneath his inner robe—Lan Wangji can see the outline of his cock twitching helplessly through delicate silk, the smear of precome, dark against red. It's stark, but overshadowed by a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Wei Ying first. As many times as he needs."
Distantly, in the depth of this barren cave, he can feel the pang of turmoil of his own. The hush whispers of the undead reminding him that the two of them could raise hell together, like this. That they could lose control together, if they so wanted. That if he keeps this up, they both just might. It would be an honourable death, Lan Wangji pacifies himself: to die for the man he loves.
"See? Too good." Absent-mindedly, Wei Wuxian strokes the tips of his fingers over Lan Wangji's hole, allowing his forefinger and middle finger to slip inside, testing. Teasing. Lan Wangji's eyes flutter shut. "What would your clan think, Lan Zhan. That I've ruined you, too? You know I have a hard time resisting you. You know that, don't you?"
"Mn," Lan Zhan says, because he does know. He knows. He knows that the moment he cracks, Wei Wuxian will be ruthless, wound-up and unable to stop. He'll break it up with soft kisses, warm enough to shatter the coldest hearts, and Lan Zhan will, in fact, be left truly ruined.
He'll also find himself host to any stray remnants of that resentful energy. Whatever Wei Wuxian gives. It'll weave itself around his qi, rattling him to his core, and the weight on Wei Wuxian's shoulder will be - unbeknownst to him - a little easier to bear for a while.
"And if you ever decide to leave me," he continues, slipping his hand into his inner robe and allowing it to part free. Lan Wangji blinks up at the sound of fabric pooling upon the ground, and those nefarious whispers grow loud again. He's wanted this for so long. He has it now - once in a blue moon. He knows the taste of Wei Wuxian's mouth, his cock— the way it curves, and the way it fits just right. "At least I can exist, knowing I've seen you like this. I can be happy, knowing that the crooked Yiling Laozu was good enough to have had Hanguang Jun for at least a little while. That in spite of your few words, I've heard you, like— this."
Before Lan Wangji has the opportunity to get a word in edgeways, to foolishly give away the deepest corners of his heart, Wei Wuxian fucks into him in one swift thrust. Lan Wangji growls, the air stolen from his lungs.
It doesn't take much to work up into a rhythm, brutal as it is. They know each other well enough by now. It goes like this: Lan Wangji knocking his head back, gritting his teeth through the pleasure, thrumming with the pain. He can ignore the resentful energy a little bit better like this, even while Wei Wuxian is desperately grinding it back into him.
Lan Wangji's core is strong enough to take it. It will have to be.
"Gods, Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian babbles—he always does. And Lan Wangji hangs onto his every word. "You feel so fucking good. Fuck. You're good for me, hm? Just for me?"
Lan Wangji will always lose himself to it, giving in to sensation. The dark energy has him by the throat, but Wei Wuxian looks at him with such wonder, light behind those tired eyes. "Yes—just. Ah, just for Wei Ying."
"Tell me," Wei Wuxian says, punctuating it with a particularly hard thrust that jostles him. It scatters the hay underneath them, the weight of them sinking into it. The ground is cold beneath, but Lan Wangji is coated in a warm sheen of sweat, and if he's scraped or grazed— well, he will not notice. "Tell me, who you are, who I am."
Lan Wangji recognises this, too. He's come to expect it — the unrestrained, unrelenting descent into all that dark energy. It's routine by now, and who is Lan Wangji if he isn't living to please and serve? "I am— your Hanguang Jun," he says, throwing a leg around Wei Wuxian's waist. He's practically delirious with it. "I belong only to you, Yiling Laozu."
"Fuck, Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan, you do. Turn, turn over— Actually, no wait, I want to look at you."
Lan Wangji is delirious with this too. It's simple for them to fall in and out of these meticulously crafted characters they've accepted for themselves. Every time, however, the Wei Wuxian he's always known will sneak back in, and Lan Wangji has to ignore the twinge of guilt that he's taking advantage of his vulnerability here.
So he flips them, strong like steel, if a little shaky, and kisses Wei Wuxian down to the floor, deep and feverish. These stolen kisses each have little messages. This one means 'I am ever devoted to you'. Maybe also 'I will never leave your side', if he's feeling bold enough. Lan Wangji's hand acts as a cushion between Wei Wuxian's head and the ground, his hips working into a shameless grind, a frantic back and forth.
"Wei Ying." He bites, a secret swell of pride for leaving behind his mark - a claim in the form of lips bitten red. "Yiling Laozu, use me."
This is the part where Wei Wuxian will grasp onto his hips, and have his merry way, but he's staring up at Lan Wangji, something fierce. His gaze is scattered, skirting over the lines of Lan Wangji's body, the way his cock bounces so brazenly between them, untouched and throbbing with desire.
Lan Wangji won't come untouched. Not unless Wei Wuxian does first.
"Yes," Wei Wuxian's voice is low, dark. Lan Wangji knows when he's inching closer. He knows that face so well now, after all these years. He knows when he's happy, when he's frantic. And now, he can add pleasure to that list. "Yes, Hanguang Jun. I won't—I won't let you go," he says, between sharp inhales. "I'll—I'll keep you here. Everyone else— they can say that I've got - fuck - a pretty little plaything."
Well, that one goes straight to Lan Wangji's cock. His hips falter, stuttering on a harsh thrust up. Wei Wuxian knows—he always knows how to do him well.
"Little do they know," he continues, mouth pressed against Lan Wangji's shoulder. His breath is hot, his body wracked over with uncontrollable trembles. "Little do they know, you ask for it. My pretty little plaything likes this too—a-ah, Lan Zhan, I'm— fuck. I'm gonna—"
"Fill me." Lan Wangji is slack, and the Yiling Laozu takes him; grabs at his hips, his feet planted firmly against the ground, and fucks him. "Wei Ying, do it—"
When Wei Wuxian comes, Lan Wangji feels everything. Everything, all at once, like a thunderclap echoing in the silent sky. And Lan Wangji sinks his weight into it, working them through it until Wei Wuxian is writhing and breathless.
He does not move after, sated and filled to the brim, his hips bleeding red with the scratches.
And when Wei Wuxian sinks back, slack against the ground, writhing with it— when Lan Wangji sways forward to kiss him, there's nothing but sheer care there. Lan Wangji kisses, and kisses, in spite of the throbbing ache between his thighs, his hips moving idly - disjointed back and forths. He can feel all that resentful energy swirling around inside him, and he takes it all without complaint.
His eyes must darken with it, because Wei Wuxian is staring at him, scrutinising him closely, as though he's searching for something.
If he notices anything this time, he isn't given the opportunity to voice it. He's always insatiable like this, Lan Wangji knows it well enough. And so he moves, batting Wei Wuxian's hand away where it's crawling up towards his neglected cock.
"No," he says, and he doesn't miss the wild fervour in Wei Wuxian's face. "As many times as Wei Ying needs. However he needs it."
"Aiyo, Lan Zhan." There are hands clutching at Lan Wangji's waist, grounding him from the swell of devious voices threatening to break him down. Lan Wangji vaguely wonders if Wei Wuxian knows what he's doing here, the scope of the consequences. "You can't say things like that. I'm greedy enough already."
"Be greedy."
It all becomes a messily orchestrated scramble. Lan Wangji moves, unfortunately, just to rearrange himself. His knees pressed flush against unforgiving rock, his hands firmly rooted in place; his spine curved and his ass presented shamelessly.
Wei Wuxian is impervious to do anything but take.
And take, he does.
The second time is all heat, fiery passion. Filthy, in the way the slick of passion-fueled spend is fucked right back into him. Wei Wuxian's cock fills out again without much effort on his part, and Lan Wangji greedily takes the brunt of it. That thick plume of black is orbiting his hands where they're planted firmly against the ground, tearing away the inner resolve Lan Wangji has meticulously built for himself over the years. Years of meditation, fruitless, broken down by fleeting moments like these.
"Do not treat me like glass," he hisses, when he feels Wei Wuxian's hips falter. "I will not break."
"You won't break," Wei Wuxian repeats, one hand holding on to Lan Wangji's hip, the other curled into his hair, their parted lips lingering, phantom touches in midair. "Lan er gege, who knew, hm? Fuck—you feel so good. Who knew you'd be like this."
I am utterly devoted to you, Lan Wangji could say, but doesn't. Instead, he's a vessel for all of those resentful whispers, muffled out by the obscene sound of heavy breathing and skin against skin. "You know." He says instead, his abdomen pulled taut in effort to keep himself upright. "You know this. Only you will know."
"Don't worry." Wei Wuxian bites down on Lan Wangji’s bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth, and Lan Wangji nearly collapses right there. "I— I'm not sharing this. Not while I have it."
Lan Wangji, despite himself, meets Wei Wuxian's thrusts. He must look shameless right now, spread open, his knees scuffed and bruising. He's selfish, he realises. He voices it, his self-control a guqin string pulled too taut, snapping easily with a low ping. "Yours," he grits. "Yours. Steal me. Use me. Wei Ying."
"Yeah," Wei Wuxian agrees, voice more breath than sound. He leans down and sinks his teeth into Lan Wangji's shoulder, piercing skin, muffling his grunts of effort. "Yeah, mine."
When Wei Wuxian comes again, it's with a half-stifled shout, red light shooting into the tunnel of the cave before fading dark. His body is wracked over with uncontrollable shakes, and Lan Wangji is deaf to anything but the two of them, the resentful spirits acting as witness.
You'd kill anyone for him, wouldn't you? You'd murder them in cold blood. You are powerful, you could wipe out entire sects.
Lan Wangji breathes out, shuddering with it. Wei Wuxian is whimpering, mouthing wetly against Lan Wangji's shoulder, their bodies flush, every inch attached.
"Please," he says. He doesn't even know what he's pleading for, really. His body is spent, his mind fogged over. "Wei Ying, please."
"I've got you," Wei Wuxian soothes, presses it into the crook of Lan Wangji’s neck. Lan Wangji twists to meet his lips, messy and not at all lacking in saliva, and even that is a plea. "I've got you, my dearest."
The way Wei Wuxian handles him is too careful — too, too kind. He treats him as though Lan Wangji is something precious, and there's something unspoken there. He lowers Lan Wangji down, back against the ground, against the smatterings of hay. Lan Wangji is vaguely aware that they're sleeping on the ground tonight; distantly reminds himself that he will need to return to the village tomorrow. But that will be tomorrow's problem.
Wei Wuxian manoeuvres Lan Wangji's legs, kisses a stripe along the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. He rests his cheek there, then, gaze full of wonder as he curls his fingers around the girth of Lan Wangji's cock.
"Next time," he says, lazily stroking. Lan Wangji's balls are pulled taut, and he's so, so sensitive. Wei Wuxian smiles, and this time, his eyes scrunch up into delighted little crescents with it. "I want you to do me, like I do you. You're such a mess, Lan Zhan. You're so beautiful. I want to know what it feels like."
All Lan Wangji can do, really, is groan in response. His autonomy - his well trained control over his body - is completely shattered. He twitches, and reaches out, fingers slipping into Wei Wuxian's free hand, his heart thumping away frantically in his chest.
He would—he would kill anybody for him. He would do it all. Wei Wuxian could ask him to tear out his heart and present it to him on a golden platter; he could ask Lan Wangji to set the world ablaze, to give them a space to tangle up together, perched upon a bloody throne. He would.
The rise before the fall is beautiful. It doesn't take much for him, not with those fingers playing him like an instrument, drawing music from him, before Lan Wangji is swearing out into the open, desensitised to the swirls of black engulfing the air around them. He falls with a husky gasp, Wei Ying's name hanging heavy in the air, thick ropes of come spread across his stomach, coating Wei Wuxian's hand.
"Fuck," says Wei Wuxian, kissing the jut of Lan Wangji's hipbone, his ribs, the divet of his chest. "I can't get over it, you like this. You always gave me the cold shoulder, and now you're hiding me away, turning yourself into something that could actually be mine if—." The unspoken 'if I was truly good enough' is deafening. He's said it before. The war had left him a wanted man, told of his crimes from every which direction. So undoubtedly, he'll say it again.
Lan Wangji is buzzing. He'll tell him someday. Correct him. Tell him about everything, perhaps, if his resolve should crumble further. Maybe he will set the world on fire for him. He wonders absently if that would be enough.
"Lan Zhan." Wei Wuxian is crawling upwards now, ready to collapse sloppily across Lan Wangji's chest. They never did the whole cuddling after sex thing until just recently. Whether it was too real for them, too much back then, the two of them seem to be toeing a dangerous line now; stolen glances that last too long, and mouths finding one another in the night.
His eyes seem to find something in Lan Wangji, seem to recognise something there, and he manages to squeeze in a soft kiss before his body gives out. "You're good, you are so good. I— thank you. Are you okay? Want me to talk you through the comedown?"
And Lan Wangji can't really do much else other than huff out a soft laugh, because he is okay. They talk about normal things, fingers idly explorative, and he is good. Utterly devoted to the chaos that has made its bed, nestling itself neatly beside the order in him.
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my-cabbages-gorl · 4 months
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okay gird your loins zukaang nation here comes older Zukaang SMUT
this is my Ao3 account, my username is different than mine on here! It’s ttwhatever 
this is a fic I wish had existed so I wrote it :) VERY smutty very nsfw exploration of their cosmic connection while they are older and sorting out the future of the new world
This is the first of many I’ve had in my drafts and am polishing them up to get ready to finally publish because Zukaang is severely under-represented and I volunteer to take up the mantle 
Here’s a snippet, full fic on Ao3 ❤️ 
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“Spirits, Zuko! What were you thinking in there?”
Aang growls as he snaps his fist closed behind him to metal bend the door to the Firelord’s study shut. Zuko shoots an icy glare at Aang as he slams down to sit on the edge of his desk, arms folded. He’s still collecting his breath from how quickly and forcefully he rushed down the hallway away from the Council Chambers. Aang glares back and then takes in a slow breath, trying to calm himself down.
Aang steadies his breath and says in a tone that's trying miserably to sound calm, “We’re supposed to be a team. The Council- spirits, the world- looks to you and I for guidance!” Aang is trying not to betray how irate Zuko’s behavior in the Council Meeting made him. “Look, I know you’re afraid of showing too much partiality to what used to be the fire nation. But, we have to treat the needs of the former fire nation colonies with just as much diplomacy as anyone else.”
Zuko slams his fist down onto his desk, steam rising out of his tightly balled hand. “How is it going to look to the rest of the world, Aang?” Zuko pushes himself off the desk and paces furiously with his hands on his hips.
“We’ll figure that out later, Zuko! The former Fire Nation colonies need help right now, and that’s our responsibility. We can’t ignore them just to protect your precious, fragile honor!”
As soon as it came out of Aang’s mouth, he knew he had gone too far. Zuko is enraged. Aang sees a flicker of a spark forming in Zuko's palm as he strides toward him furiously. Aang steps backward away from him until he’s pinned against the wall with Zuko standing menacingly before him.
Zuko's fist slams against the wall, grazing the side of Aang's head before it thuds against the wooden panels behind the Avatar’s back. Aang shoots an angry glare at Zuko, simmering fury bubbling up in his chest, fueled by surprise. Breathless from arguing over their political differences, their eyes meet in a heated glare, restraining the urge to escalate this conversation to a duel. The weight of their diplomatic relationship hangs heavily between them, a burden they’ve both carried since Aang's emergence from the iceberg. Zuko has been drawn into Aang's orbit ever since laying eyes on his beam of light. An undeniable, inescapable, invisible force.
His gaze flickers to Aang's mouth, a brief, exposed moment caught by the Avatar’s eyes. A ping of something guttural and familiar stirs within Aang’s abdomen. He bites his bottom lip and his breathing slows as his eyes trace their way from Zuko’s molten eyes down to his slightly parted lips, irritated panting escaping with every breath.
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spicycinnabun · 7 months
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Part 2 of Pitching Tents is up! 🏕️
Read it in full here on Ao3. Rated: E - minors, please DNI. No CW. Co-written with the lovely @batty4steddie. Spicy preview👇
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“I make sure they’re stretched wide enough and more than ready —so close to coming —before I go inside.” Eddie lowered his tone, thrusting slowly into Steve’s soapy fist and feeling it tighten around him. His pupils grew wider, darker. “Are you thinking about it? Me, in you?”
“You’re thinking about it,” Steve shot back, setting the soap down so he didn’t worry about dropping it. He could feel Eddie’s cock pulsing in his hand from the squeeze of his fist.
Eddie bit his lip, giving Steve a look and a pointed thrust of his hips. Of course he was thinking about fucking him.
“I… I couldn’t even fathom. You’re so big. It would hurt.” Steve looked down and shivered as Eddie fucked his hand. “You’d split me right in half. I wouldn’t be able to walk for a few hours. I’d think about you for days.”
Okay, maybe Steve was thinking about it now. Thinking about what it would be like to be the one that got fucked for once.
Eddie’s eyes glazed over as Steve went into detail, laying all his thoughts out for Eddie like a beautiful buffet. “Well damn, Harrington.”
He loved the idea of Steve thinking about him often. He wished they had a bed so he could make Steve’s words come to life. He wouldn’t make anything hurt. He’d make Steve’s eyes roll back in his head from relentless prostate stimulation.
“Me fucking you though? You’d live for that. If you’d actually let me do it.” With Eddie’s control thing, Steve really wondered how that would go.
Eddie smirked. “I’d live for it, huh?” he asked with a husky laugh.
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aetheltrythh · 5 months
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New fic: What Goes into a Dreamcatcher
My new fic is up on AO3: What Goes into a Dreamcatcher.
Word count: 5300.
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Established relationship, Shibari, Merman Dream of the Endless, Fluff and smut, Porn without a plot, Dream has a vulva, Top Hob, Light Dom/sub, Banter, Humour, Feelings
Rating:
Explicit
Summary:
Shibari shenanigans in the Dreaming - Hob has a bit of fun with Dream and his bendy mermaid tail. *** "I am deeply touched by your enthusiasm," Hob replies, mocking him. But only a bit. Mostly, he's being earnest. He’s felt Dream’s enthusiasm in places he hadn’t even known he possessed, and he wouldn’t change it for anything. Dropping to his knee before him so that they see eye to eye, Hob says, "Give me your colour." "Green." "Fine, then I'll make you truly endless." "I am Endless, Hob," Dream replies, a little exasperated. "Just wait and see."
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imfmi6 · 7 months
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A quick search on the app and he finds them a place. It's a lot of money for just a few hours, he has to admit, but there isn't a price he won't pay to have that time with her. A moment of true bliss destined to live forever in his heart.
or,
Ilsa and Ethan have their first time in Venice. Literally.
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chaoticacademicenergy · 9 months
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“Would you stil—oh fuck!—still love me if I—fuck Remus—if I were a flobberworm?”
Remus paused, his mouth pulling slowly off of his boyfriend’s dick.
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Remus and Sirius fuck in the broom closet. A mix of humor, smut, and feelings.
I wrote my very first fic! It's short and stupid but very cute.
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sarifinasnightmare · 6 months
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Chapters: 8/? Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sarah Wilson, Steve Rogers/Sarah Wilson, Steve Rogers/Sarah Wilson/James "Bucky" Barnes Characters: Sarah Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Paul Wilson, Darlene Wilson, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Misty Knight, Monica Rambeau, Maria Rambeau, Carol Danvers, Gideon Wilson, Winifred Barnes, George Barnes (Marvel), Original Characters Additional Tags: Romance, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Threesome, Shameless Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Porn with Feelings, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Bodyguard, Bodyguard Romance, Bodyguard Steve Rogers, Bodyguard Bucky Barnes, PICK YOUR POISON, separate storylines, Sharing a Bed Summary:
Three different alternate universes, three different stories, Sarah needs protection from outside dangers. She could have Steve or Bucky or both. Let the passion and danger begin.
Which journey do you want to read? It's up to you reader!
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