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decayical · 4 months

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✦ ── SOFTLY, SWEETLY !

❝ blade loves you, he will never stop loving you . ❞

01 notes: i literally have nothing to put here like ever ... this was my first time writing soft dom im pretty sure i hope it's ok 🙏🙏

02 tags: praise kink, dumbification, unintentional edging, a bit angsty a but fluffy if you squint, creampie, afab/gn reader, puppy/sweetheart/baby used as pet names, blade is called bladie :3

03 mdni blogs do not interact! a minor wrote this. word count 848

“so pretty, so pretty, so pretty, so pretty, fuck—so pretty, just for me.”

blade let out a soft whimper as he continued to thrust gently into you, his tongue slightly lolling out of his mouth as he stared into space. he probably didn't even realize how tangled up he and you were in the blankets, because all on his mind was you, you, you. your pretty face, your flushed cheeks, your soft thighs and the oh-so-heavenly way you squeezed around his fat cock.

though, to be fair, it's not like you were much better—despite blade's slow movements, the drag of his cock along your walls was enough to fuck you dumb, making your head fuzzy in the best way possible. you had been teetering on the edge of a climax for so long you became much more sensitive than usual, and even though you desperately wanted to cum you still love, love, loved the feeling—being beneath him, completely at his mercy.

blade tilted his head down to connect your tongue to his, the sloppy kiss being the only thing to ground you as he let out a pretty little moan, snapping his hips into yours just once, but it was enough to make you squeal and writhe around under his hold. in that moment, he was so deep inside of you that his tip was probably kissing your cervix from how full you felt, the unfamiliar sensation quickly becoming too much as you arched your back, trying to make sense of the situation.

blade cursed internally, shushing you and pressing comforting kisses all over your exposed neck to distract yourself from the sudden pain. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, my love…” he continued to whisper to you, resuming his slow, sensual movements as he started to rub your clit with a calloused thumb.

you squealed again, your back arching as tears pricked the corner of your eyes and you reached out to tug at his hair. “blade, blade, ‘s too big! too much, hurts, fuck, more, so—ah—so full…”

blade let out a soft chuckle, his thumb doused in your arousal moving up to caress your cheek. “you're not making any sense, puppy. is it too much or not?” he asked teasingly, licking your jaw. “like that, yeah? right here?” his thrusts suddenly got more aggressive again, but not like he was trying to stab you with his dick—they were sharp, the thrusts inward so fast you could barely process what was happening, but he'd drag his cock out of your slick walls so painfully slow a frustrated moan left your mouth.

“blaaaade,” you whined, toes curling as your legs wrapped around his waist, “love you…”

blade’s chest panged with a sort of emotion he was unfamiliar with, yet somehow the sensation felt nostalgic to him at the same time. “oh, baby,” he cooed, tucking a strand of hair away from your face, “i love you too. taking me so well, hmm? ‘s just like you were made for this dick.”

his musings made your heart flutter as your cheeks burned up, you nodded vigorously in agreement as he moved his hands to pin your wrists above your head. “mm, yeah made f’ you, made just f’ you, bladie.”

you let out this bright smile that always seemed to make blade's day, and you nuzzled the forearm and hand that was close to your head. you peppered kisses all over his scarred wrists, feeling his hands twitch and tighten over your own.

“fuck, i—i love you.” blade's head swam, the coil in his stomach tightening as he let out another shy moan. “gonna let me cum inside you, pretty? gonna let me make you all mine?”

you whined, wiggling your hips to get more friction. “c��close,” was the only thing you managed to say, but to blade it was good enough.

“we cum together,” he mumbles, hand gently grazing your jaw as he kisses you softly, deliciously. he never once changed his pace, always keeping it slow, soft, firm, but it was still enough to have his thighs twitching and your walls fluttering around him, the comfort in each other more than enough.

you came first, letting out a high-pitched squeal as you tightened around him and your fluids covered the base of his dick. blade's eyes fell closed, he muttered “fuck”, before thrusting into you just once more before he let you milk his cock. he kept on moving, trying to prolong both of your orgasms, shaky breaths leaving his chest and he whined. his release filled you to the brim and then started to spill out, truly a mesmerizing sight.

his hands let go of yours and shyly, you reached for his neck, delving into a kiss. his tongue glided over yours, tasting everything you had to offer. “so good for me,” he whispered, trailing your jaw with his fingers.

“fuck… again, bladie,” you whined, moving to rile him up. “‘gain, please? wan’ your cock.”

blade huffed. “you have that, sweetheart.” he grabbed your jaw to make you look directly into his eyes. “you have that and more.”

#gender neutral reader #hsr smut #hsr x you #hsr x reader #hsr x gender neutral reader #hsr x gn reader #blade hsr x reader #blade x gender neutral reader #blade smut #blade x reader #blade hsr #blade honkai star rail #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x you #🫁 — 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬.#🩸 — 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬.

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mncxbe · 4 months

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𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊 𝒙 𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: pure smut♡/ threesome/ dazai's a bit mean

"Fuck– donna you're such a dirty girl." Dazai cooed, his bandaged hands kneading the plush of your ass as he drilled himself into you "Heh looks like we got some company baby~ Chuuya I see you got my text."

Chuuya was standing in the doorway in obvious disbelief, hand clasping the ornate knob. "The fuck you think you're doing you bastard fucking around in my office-". Before he could finish his sentence you cut him off with a choked moan. His gaze lowered to see you bent over his desk, chest flush against the wooden surface; pretty tits almost spilling fron your tank top as you tilted your head to the side to look at him. Chuuya's breath hitched when he saw the sultry look on your face– eyes half lidded, cheeks flushed, lips raw from Dazai's kisses parting as you tried to say something but before you got the chance the man behind you started moving again. Your eyes fluttered shut and your head dropped on the desk, breaking the eye contact.

"Nuh uh bella you wanted to say something to Chuuya didn't you? C'mon speak up" cooed your boyfriend, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head up to face the redhead again. Your mouth fell into a o as you choked out another moan.

The display was filthy, aggravating Chuuya beyond belief. Only a while ago Dazai texted him that he was going to fuck you in his office but he didn't believe a word. How on earth could the detective even get into the headquarters in the first place, let alone with you?–but still there he was, doing what he said he'd do. Chuuya felt his blood boil when he saw the smug grin on his ex partner's face. Oh yea, Dazai knew that Chuuya had a little crush on you and he never wasted an opportunity to tease him; even if it meant fucking you senseless on his desk.

"Go on bella tell him what you told me today." At Dazai's request you babbled out a 'I missed you Chuu' that had the man before you weak in the knees. The brunette's assault on your sore cunt didn't stop as he spoke.

"Yea, that's right. My girl said she missed you Chuuya~ ah fuck so tight baby s-shit. She wanted to see you s-so we came by to say hi"

Chuuya was baffled, his eyes musing on your figure. You missed him? Sure, the two of you got along quite well. You were on friendly terms– sometimes going out for a glass of wine or some coffee after work– but he never expected you to actually miss him. And watching you bent over his desk, back curved into a perfect arch as your boyfriend kept pounding you sure had an effect on him. God, how he wished he could be in Dazai's place for just one night, to have you all to himself and show you just how much he cared for you.

As if reading his thoughts, Dazai's grin widened. His hips slowed down, now flush against your ass, making you whine. "Say, Chuuya. My girl's been running her mouth a lot today. Think you can keep it occupied for a moment?"

Chuuya's fists clenched in anticipation. The brunette's words only made his erection worse. "You smug bastard..." he mumbled under his breath, looking down at you for some sort of confirmation.

You gave him a small nod, your gaze taking in the tent in his pants as you sheepishly licked your lips. Now, Chuuya couldn't possibly say no to that. He hastly unbuckled his belt and let it fall to the ground with a clink, pulling down his fly before positioning himself in front of you.

"You sure it's alright?" he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. You nodded again, giving him that sweet smile of yours as you hooked a finger under the wristband of his pants. Eager, you were so so eager and he was more than happy to indulge you. Chuuya pulled his suit pants and slacks down to reveal his leaking cock. Without wasting a second you lolled out your tongue, licking a stripe from the understide of his dick to the tip. "Shiit–" he hissed, one of his gloved hands coming to rest on the crown of your head, pushing himself deeper into your mouth with a groan. "Damn baby pretty mouth's gonna milk me dry~ so fucking good yeaa". You bobbed your head and hollowed your cheeks as your tongue darted around his sensitive tip, earning another choked moan from him.

From behind you Dazai clicked his tongue in disapproval. "Don't get too comfortable, you two" he said sharply, suddenly resuming his previous pace. The intensity of his thrusts had you moaning on Chuuya's cock, sending the redhead straight to heaven and back. His grip on your hair tightened–nails lightly grazing your scalp as he began pushing your head up and down his length. His tip hit the back of your throat each time he thrusted into your mouth making you gag in protest.

Dazai smirked, raising one of his hands to land a harsh slap on your ass. "Look at you, 'donna. Choking on another's man cock shiit– one just ain't enough for you is it? You greedy girl..." he purred, running his bandaged hand over the red mark "Ya know what happens to greedy girls, r-right?". He picked up the pace, further abusing your sweet spot. Dazai hissed when he felt your walls clamping down on him, squeezing him in all the right places.

Your were whoozy, completely drunk on the pleasure the two men were granting you. Due to Chuuya desperately chasing his high it was getting more and more difficult to breathe. Not that you cared anyway. It felt too good and frankly you were too far gone– after all Dazai's been teasing and edging you for more than half an hour now. The tight knot in your stomach snapped, your walls spasming around Dazai's dick as you came.

With one last deep thrust Dazai released his load inside your hole, stuffing you full with his creamy cum. "Oh fuck bella y-yea~ that's it. God you feel so good pretty girl-"

Chuuya gazed down at your face with half lidded eyes, watching you ride out your high. His hips bucked further into your mouth earning a low whine from you "Baby 'm close too h-haa" he babbled out, his breath catching in his throat. All you could do was hum in approval, allowing him to use your mouth to reach his high. Soon after Chuuya came too, spilling his seed down your throat. His choked breathing eventually simmered down and he removed himself from your mouth– his cock coated in stick cum and your saliva leaking onto his pants. You swallowed eagerly, opening your mouth for him.

"I didn't even tell you to swallow..." sighed Chuuya, tracing your lips with his thumb. You pursed your lips, kissing his the pad of his finger and oh how the gesture soothed the man's soul.

Before you got a change to say something Dazai chimed in "Well, what can I say? I taught her well" . You glanced back at him, obviosuly infuriated by his comment but he only chuckled in response. "Sorry darling. You're just too cute sometimes I can't help it." Steadily, he pulled out of you, gathering the sweet mix of your juices that dripped out of your pretty cunt with two fingers and bringing it to his lips. "Ya taste as good as always baby."

After all of you got dressed you stood in mild awkward silence– mostly on Chuuya's part. He watched Dazai as he pampered you with kisses, whispering hushed nothings in your ear as he placed the papers on his desk back in order. The whole situation was strange to say the least, still it was something he could get used to. Not too long after you giggled, taking a seat on the leather chair behind the desk as you opened your phone. "So... you guys wanna order some takeout or something? I could eat some Chinese food."

#𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝༘ ೀ⋆｡˚#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd smut #dazai bsd #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai smut #chuya smut #bsd chuya #bsd chuuya #chuya nakahara #chuya x reader

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cash-111 · 4 months

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Fun it is

Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x reader; Draco x reader; Mattheo x reader

CW: flirting, alcohol, implied smut. Pick your guy. Reader’s got rizz (you can choose if it’s the alcohol or not). Reader’s gender and house are not mentioned.

Synopsis: reader likes to have fun at parties, and when a certain slytherin approaches, fun is indeed what they choose to have.

Length: medium-shortish for each guy.

A/N: sorry I couldn’t get to Blaise/Enzo/Tom, if there’s a request for it, I’ll write it. Also, Theo’s is longer ‘cause it just is, sorry.

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Music buzzed through you, the thumping in your chest and intense sounds in your ears lolling you into that wonderful hazy state, where alcohol hits just right, and you’re able to forget about your worries and insecurities.

It was to everyone’s knowledge just how much you could change and let go with a couple of drinks, given, it didn’t stop them from being positively surprised every time.

But in this state you couldn’t care less if people gave you a few weird looks. You were there to have fun, and fun you would have.

You made your way through the room, a jungle of dancing bodies, each contributing to the heat of the night. When you finally locked your eyes on an empty spot to sit, you readily approached the couch, eager to enjoy your third drink of the evening while resting your feet.

For a moment you rested your head back on the soft cushions, closing your eyes to savoring the atmosphere. Oh, how you loved the buzzing.

You were so relaxed, yet concentrated, that you didn’t even notice the sofa caving in slightly by your side, until you felt an arm encircle you.

Theo:

“Ciao, splendore” hi, beautiful~ you found what you recognized to be one of Slytherin’s star players purring in your ear.

You looked into his eyes for a few seconds, taking a moment to recall his name.

“Nott.” You finally said with sleepy eyes,running your tongue along the inside of your upper lip.

Attentive eyes scanned over your face, following each minor movement.

“That’s my name, yes” he smiled. “And you’re y/n, right?” His hand rested on your thigh, which you took notice of, before turning back to him.

“Yes” you gave a small giggle, putting your hand right above his. You tilted your head, looking at him through your eyelashes, knowing exactly where this was going.

“I did not think I’d get that far, I’ll have to admit” he said, looking down at his hand in an exaggerated manner, which in turn made you laugh.

“Maybe I can help you with it then”

“Oh? What did you have in mind?”

You smiled slyly, slowly guiding his hand further up your leg, feeling him tense under your soft touch.

You leaned forward, a sultry whisper to his ear. “Something like this maybe?”

He shuddered under you, and you couldn’t help but feel the warmth of pride and excitement run through you.

He looked upon your lips erratically, his breaths shallower as you inched closer.

“Yeah…” he finally breathed out, letting you close the distance between you.

His hand instinctively gripped the soft flesh as he enraptured your lips in a heated dance.

You let your tongue run along his bottom lip, warmth spreading through the both of you. You then lifted yourself up by holding onto his shoulders to straddle his thigh, and Theodore immediately came to your aid by holding your waist with his other hand.

As you took a moment to give his jaw and neck some love, Theo couldn’t help but bringing you closer, feeling as much of you as he could.

He let out a shaky breath as you caught a particularly good spot. You smiled, satisfied, going back to look at him in his deep blue eyes.

He stared at you, now half lidded and slightly panting. You ran a hand through his hair, leaving tingly scratches in your wake.

You closed in on his ear.

“How about my dorm?”

He nodded desperately.

Draco:

A shock of blonde caught your attention in your peripheral vision.

“Hello, love” Malfoy mused. He offered you his hand, which you took as you let him kiss the back of yours.

His soft lips lingered on your skin as he stared deep into your eyes.

“Malfoy. What an honor” you smiled cheekily, not expecting such company.

He snorted lightly. “No need for formalities”

“Hmm, how kind” you smirked, stirring your drink with the dark straw.

You slowly dragged your tongue along it, before you finally took a sip, suggestively suctioning your cheeks as he watched you intently.

His jaw clenched.

“What? Am I affecting you, Draco?”

Your coy comment and subsequent smirk were followed by Draco going to push his hair back, chuckling lowly and breathing in harshly to shake himself out of it.

“I like your boldness.”

He took your jaw in his hand, the cool of his rings grazing your warm flesh. Suddenly he brought you forward, your lips almost brushing against each other.

“Think you’ve got enough guts to finish what you’ve started, though?” His tone amused, but controlled.

You silently took his hand off you, never letting it go as you got up.

You met his eyes once more and gently tugged his arm.

“Well? Aren’t you coming?”

He smirked and happily jumped off the couch.

Mattheo:

With dark curls and a relaxed demeanor (so much so that, to make himself comfortable, he was sprawling his thigh against yours), sat none other than Mattheo Riddle himself.

“Hi”

Whom, of course, did not need any fancy opening. Still, the lack of effort did make you raise an eyebrow.

“Hi to yourself, Riddle.”

Though maybe you’d see where this could go, nonetheless.

“What’s someone like you doing sitting by themselves over here?” He slightly leaned toward you, letting his index run along the underside of your jaw to your chin, which sent a couple of shivers run through you.

“Enjoying myself” you readily replied. “Though, I guess I could use some company.”

Your hand landed on his thigh, digging in ever so slightly. He observed you, a sort of curious spark shining in his eyes.

“What about you, Riddle? Are you bored?”

You slid a hand around his shoulder and closed the distance between you, your hot breath fanning on his ear.

“Need someone to play with you?” You whispered, with a tone that could make even the most resolute cave.

Suddenly he got quieter and his breaths louder.

“Oh you don’t want to play a game you can’t win, love.” His voice was tense, almost a warning.

You hummed, the hand on his thigh tracing circles higher and higher, before you finally reached for the spot that mattered most in that moment. Mattheo groaned, clenching his fist around a chunk of your hair on the back of your head. His eyes were wild and looking intensely into yours.

“But I think I do want to lose, Mattheo.”

With that, he fervently brought your lips together, before he shot up, and the next thing you knew, you were being dragged away by a strong, incredibly tense, arm.

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deliciousangelfestival · 11 days

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Bad Romance

Character: Lloyd Hansen x Ex-wife!Reader

Summary: On his dying breath, he made a choice: to seek refuge in the one place he still considered safe—his ex-wife's house.

Words Count: 4,089

Main Masterlist || support: Ko-fi

Thank you to anyone who gave a like, reblog, and left a comment. It motivated me to write more.

As the raindrops pelted his face, each impact weighed down his eyelids, making them droop with exhaustion. With a muttered curse escaping his lips, he grumbled, "Fuck."

Tonight, he faced multiple betrayals, each cutting deeper than the last. His best friend, boss, team, agency—all had turned their backs on him, sacrificing him like a pawn in a game he no longer understood.

And for what? For all he had sacrificed and given, this was the thanks he received.

Dragging his feet through the sodden ground, he felt the weight of his exhaustion and pain bearing down on him like a leaden anchor. His body screamed for respite, for release from the torment that plagued him. But still, he pressed on, his gaze fixed on the faint light in the distance, a beacon of hope in the midst of the darkness.

His body language betrayed his struggle, his shoulders slumped with weariness, his movements labored and unsteady. Yet, he refused to yield to the darkness that threatened to consume him. He pushed forward with every ounce of determination, driven by a stubborn resilience that refused to be extinguished.

But as the rain continued to fall and the pain in his wound intensified, a chilling thought invaded his mind. "Is this how it ends? Alone, in the cold and the dark?" Finally, his strength gave out, his body surrendering to the inevitable embrace of unconsciousness.

🌅

As he slowly blinked open his eyes, he was greeted by a sudden burst of brightness, the sun's rays piercing through the whiteness that surrounded him. "Am I in heaven?" he murmured, his voice barely audible amidst the surreal scene.

His confusion deepened as he felt something wet against his hand. "What-" His words trailed off as he glanced down, his eyes widening in shock at the sight before him.

There, by his side, was a shepherd dog, its tail wagging eagerly as it gazed up at him with a warm, friendly smile. "I guess it's true, dogs go to heaven," he mused softly, his disbelief mingling with a flicker of amusement.

"Woof," the dog barked cheerfully, before bounding onto the bed beside him, its tongue lolling out as it showered him with affectionate licks. "Stop," he protested weakly, though a smile tugged at the corners of his lips despite himself.

Lloyd had never been particularly fond of dogs, but there was something about this canine companion that stirred a long-forgotten warmth within him. Memories of a puppy he once cared for flooded his mind, though it had been years since he had last thought of it.

Running his fingers through the dog's fur, he couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance it bore to that cherished pet from his past.

"You look like someone I knew," he murmured softly, a pang of nostalgia tugging at his heartstrings as he allowed himself to be comforted by the presence of his unexpected companion.

"He would be saddened if he understood what you just said. Don't you remember Choco?"

Lloyd's heart skipped a beat as her voice pierced the air, drawing his attention away from the dog and towards the source of the sound. Slowly, he turned around, and there she stood — the woman with whom he had once shared a lifetime.

His ex-wife.

You stood before him, holding a tray of food, your expression unreadable. Despite the years that had passed since he last laid eyes on you, you seemed unchanged. There was no trace of worry in your demeanor, only a cool detachment that sent a shiver down his spine.

Even now, after four long years since the finalization of their divorce, you remained a constant presence in his life, a reminder of all that he had lost. The years had not softened your gaze or dulled the edge of your resentment.

As he met your gaze, there was no warmth, no flicker of recognition in your eyes. Only a steely resolve that spoke volumes of the lingering animosity between them. At that moment, he realized that despite the passage of time, some wounds never truly healed.

Lloyd's voice broke the silence, filled with a hint of nostalgia and warmth. "It's really nice to see you, sunshine."

You responded with a dismissive "Hmph," setting down the tray of food and medicine beside him. As you observed him lying on the bed, a surge of conflicting emotions washed over you.

Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine having him back in your life, especially in such a vulnerable state. Four years ago, you had scrubbed every trace of him from your existence, convinced that you were better off without him.

But fate had a cruel way of intervening. Just last week, Choco's persistent barking had led you to investigate, eventually guiding you to the sight of your ex-husband sprawled in the mud, wounded and on the brink of death.

The sight had shocked you to the core, dredging up memories of the tumultuous past you had shared. His dangerous job, the reason you had chosen to walk away from him, now seemed to loom over you like a grim specter.

Seeing him alive, breathing, and smiling with that smug expression plastered across his face, you couldn't help but question yourself. Why did you save him? As you tended to his wounds, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions raged within you.

You couldn't help but let out a sarcastic remark, your tone laced with equal parts irritation and concern. "With who this time did you make trouble?"

Lloyd's reaction was immediate, his expression caught off guard by your directness. This was the woman he remembered, the one who could simultaneously infuriate and enthrall him. "A lot of people, pumpkin," he replied casually, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

You rolled your eyes at his response, unable to suppress a wry smile. "Always a troublemaker," you muttered under your breath, the familiarity of the exchange bringing a sense of deja vu.

"Yup. That's why you like me," Lloyd quipped back, a cocky grin spreading across his face as he attempted to lighten the mood.

You didn't dignify his remark with a response, instead choosing to focus on examining his wound. Gently raising his arm, you inspected the injury with practiced care, noting the signs of improvement with a sense of relief. "No more infection," you announced, your voice tinged with a hint of satisfaction.

As you continued your examination, Lloyd couldn't resist interjecting with a hint of pride in his voice. "Did you notice I've gained more muscles?"

You couldn't deny the subtle changes in his physique, resulting from his relentless pursuit of his dangerous profession. But you refused to acknowledge it aloud, knowing that it would only inflate his already sizable ego.

"How did you find out my place?" you questioned, a mix of curiosity and wariness in your voice.

Lloyd met your gaze squarely, his expression unapologetic. "I always check on you. Just in case," he replied casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

After the divorce, he had never truly let you out of his sight, a fact that both unsettled and infuriated you. It was as if he couldn't bear the thought of you moving on without him, even though your relationship had long since run its course.

But for Lloyd, the idea of you being with someone else was intolerable. He couldn't stomach the thought of you in another man's arms, couldn't bear the thought of someone else laying claim to what had once been his.

And so, he took matters into his own hands, using underhanded tactics to sabotage any potential suitors that crossed your path. From slashing tires to sabotaging work projects, he left no stone unturned in ensuring you remained single.

The mere thought of you with another man made him sick to his stomach, a bitter taste rising in his throat. But despite his best efforts to keep you all to himself, he knew deep down that he couldn't control your heart.

And yet, he couldn't help but cling to the hope that maybe, just maybe, you would come back to him in the end.

As Lloyd found himself teetering on the brink of death, his world collapsing around him, he felt a desperate longing for safety and solace. Betrayed by his team, abandoned by his friends, and hunted by the very agency he once served, he was left with nowhere to turn.

With each labored step, he struggled to keep moving forward, to escape the clutches of death that threatened to consume him. But amidst the chaos and despair, a flicker of recognition sparked within his subconscious, guiding him towards a beacon of hope in the darkness.

And then, as if by some miracle, he remembered you. Your address, your home—the one place where he knew he could find refuge, if only for a fleeting moment.

Driven by a primal instinct for survival, his body moved of its own accord, drawing him inexorably towards your doorstep. With each passing moment, the distance between them narrowed, until finally, he stood before your door, battered and broken but alive.

At that moment, as he reached for salvation, he clung to the faint hope that you would offer him sanctuary from the storm that raged within and without. For in the depths of his despair, he knew that he could find the peace and redemption he so desperately sought in your arms.

You let out a sigh, the weight of Lloyd's words sinking in. "Does that mean they knew about me?" you asked, your voice tinged with a hint of concern.

Lloyd shook his head firmly, his gaze unwavering. "No. I made sure nobody knew about you," he reassured you, his tone laced with conviction.

"Good," you responded with a nod, a sense of relief washing over you at his words.

You clapped your hands softly, calling Choco who still lay his head on Lloyd's lap. The loyal dog obediently jumped from the bed to be beside you, his presence a comforting presence in the room.

Lloyd's gaze shifted to the dog, who had grown significantly since the last time he saw him. "He's bigger," he remarked, a hint of surprise in his voice.

"Staying out of town suits him," you replied, a faint smile playing at the corners of your lips as you remembered the countless arguments you and Lloyd had over the city life.

Lloyd nodded in understanding, a pang of guilt tugging at his conscience as he recalled the sacrifices you had made for him in the past.

You stood up, determination etched on your face. "I need to buy more medicine for you," you declared, your voice firm despite the underlying concern.

"Alright. And I'll be waiting for you," Lloyd replied, his tone filled with gratitude.

Before you left the room, you turned to him with a sense of urgency. "Your gun. It's inside the nightstand," you instructed, your words carrying a weight of responsibility.

Lloyd's eyes widened in surprise as he slowly maneuvered his body, wincing with each movement. With cautious hands, he opened the nightstand and discovered his gun, meticulously cleaned and reloaded, lying within.

In that moment, as he gazed at the weapon before him, he couldn't help but feel a surge of conflicting emotions. Despite the animosity that had defined their relationship, he couldn't deny the underlying care and concern that you still held for him.

And as you left the room, he couldn't help but wonder how someone could simultaneously hate and care for him so deeply. It was a paradox that he would never fully understand but one that he couldn't help but be grateful for in his darkest hour.

As Lloyd lay back on the bed and closed his eyes, a sense of profound gratitude washed over him. Despite the perilous path he had tread, he couldn't help but feel incredibly fortunate to be alive, to have been granted a second chance at life, and to have crossed paths with you once again.

In that fleeting moment of introspection, he couldn't help but wonder about the path not taken.

What if the two of you hadn't parted ways?

Would he have found solace and happiness in your embrace, surrounded by the warmth of your love and the companionship of Choco?

The thought lingered in his mind, a bittersweet reminder of his choices and the consequences that had ensued.

Perhaps things would have been different in another reality or in another lifetime. Perhaps he would have found the peace and contentment he desperately sought in your arms.

But as the painkiller coursed through his veins, enveloping him in a blanket of warmth and drowsiness. Exhausted, he succumbed to the pull of sleep once more.

🗡️

Lloyd stirred from his slumber, awakened not by pain but by the gnawing ache of hunger that clawed at his stomach. Slowly, he sat up, testing the limits of his body and finding that the pain had subsided to a dull ache.

With cautious movements, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, wincing slightly as he eased himself into a sitting position. Gradually, he rose to his feet, testing his weight on unsteady legs until he found his balance.

As he ventured out of the room, his gaze wandered around the house, taking in the familiar furnishings and décor that adorned the space. It felt strangely comforting, like stepping into a memory from his past.

His eyes drifted to the photographs that adorned the walls, capturing moments of joy and laughter frozen in time. Each image seemed to tell a story, a testament to the life you had built for yourself after leaving him behind.

With a heavy sigh, he questioned the purpose of his existence and the futility of clinging to a past that no longer held any promise. What was the benefit of wallowing in self-pity, of longing for a life that could never be reclaimed?

As Lloyd made his way to the kitchen, he was greeted by a home-cooked meal waiting for him, prepared with care and accompanied by a note instructing him to simply microwave it.

When was the last time someone had gone to such lengths to provide him with a warm, comforting meal?

The question lingered in his mind as he heated the food and began to eat, savoring each bite as if it were a taste of long-forgotten bliss.

After finishing the last bite of food, Lloyd washed it down with a sip of water, his expression shifting from relaxed to serious as he surveyed the now-empty plates before him.

"At least you let me eat first," he murmured under his breath, a hint of resignation in his voice.

'Click.'

The sound of the gun echoed throughout the house, piercing the stillness of the moment. In the reflection of the fridge, Lloyd caught sight of Carmichael and Susan, their guns trained on him with steely determination.

With a wry smirk, Lloyd raised his hands in surrender, his gaze steady as he met their accusing stares.

"Really? You still have the confidence?" Susan's voice dripped with disdain, her finger twitching on the trigger.

Carmichael's voice was cold and calculating as he spoke, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Of all places, you choose to hide here?"

Lloyd's casual shrug belied the tension that hung in the air as Susan's voice cut through the silence once more. "You need to come with us," she demanded, her tone clipped and authoritative.

Lloyd's response was equally defiant. "What if I don't want to?" he challenged, his gaze locking with Carmichael's as he awaited their next move.

Carmichael's response was swift and to the point. "You have no backup," he stated matter-of-factly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Lloyd's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the revelation. "Really?" he quipped, a hint of skepticism.

Unable to contain her frustration any longer, Susan lashed out at Lloyd, her voice dripping with venom. "I'm going to laugh when you rot in jail—"

But before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by a sudden gust of wind that sliced through her left ear, followed by a searing pain that engulfed her cheeks and ears.

"Fuck," she cursed, her hand instinctively flying to her injured ear as she recoiled from the unexpected assault.

As Susan dropped to the ground, the suddenness of her descent caught everyone off guard. Carmichael's attention snapped to the shattered window, his instincts kicking in as he processed the situation instantly.

"A sniper," he concluded, his voice tense with urgency as he scanned the perimeter for any signs of danger.

Susan, still reeling from the shock of the attack, struggled to comprehend what had just transpired. "But how?" she gasped, her voice tinged with disbelief as she tried to make sense of the chaos around them.

Lloyd's smirk widened as he watched the realization dawn on Susan and Carmichael's faces. "Don't underestimate the owner of this house," he cautioned, his gaze flicking towards the framed photos on the wall.

Susan and Carmichael's eyes fell upon a woman adorned with a gold medal, the insignia of an Olympic shooting competition adorning the frame.

"Shit," they both muttered simultaneously, a sense of dread settling over them as they realized the gravity of their situation.

Carmichael turned to Lloyd, his disbelief palpable. "Her? You and her? Impossible," he exclaimed, his voice tinged with shock and skepticism.

But Lloyd's smirk remained, a silent testament to the unexpected ally that had come to his aid in his moment of need.

The contrast between you and Lloyd couldn't have been more stark, yet fate had a curious way of bringing opposites together. While you had earned your place at Harvard through your exceptional skill in shooting, Lloyd's prowess on the football field had secured his admission.

In the law class, the tension between you two was palpable, your conflicting personalities clashing like water and fire. Your debates were heated, your arguments fierce, yet beneath the surface, there lingered a begrudging respect for each other's abilities.

Despite the animosity that simmered between you, there was an unspoken understanding that if one of you needed help, the other would be there to lend a hand. It was a reluctant partnership born out of necessity, fueled by a mutual desire to succeed in a cutthroat environment.

As the years passed, the animosity softened into something resembling camaraderie, a grudging acknowledgment of the role you each played in the other's life.

In the end, despite your differences, you and Lloyd were bound together by a shared journey that neither of you could have predicted.

Lloyd raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, his words laced with a mix of astonishment and resignation. "We're divorced, but still she cares for me," he remarked, a hint of disbelief coloring his tone.

'Bang.'

Another bullet pierced the air, embedding itself in the sofa with a resounding thud.

"Shit. She's going to blame me for this," Lloyd muttered under his breath, his expression clouded with frustration.

Susan's regret swelled within her, a knot forming in the pit of her stomach as she realized the gravity of their oversight. "Just kill him," she spat out, her voice tinged with desperation.

But Carmichael's voice cut through the chaos, his words ringing with authority. "No, the order is to bring him in alive," he declared, his tone unwavering in its resolve.

Lloyd, caught in the crossfire of their conflicting agendas, couldn't help but interject with a hint of sarcasm. "Stop fighting over me. I prefer to stay here," he quipped, a wry smile playing at the corners of his lips despite the gravity of the situation.

Susan's hand trembled as she pointed the gun at Lloyd's forehead, her eyes blazing with a vengeful fury. "I've been waiting for this," she seethed, her voice laced with venom. "This time I'll blow your head off."

But before Susan could carry out her threat, she was overcome by a searing pain that radiated through her hand, causing her to cry out in agony.

'Bang.'

Another shot rang out, the bullet tearing through Susan's hand with brutal force, eliciting a guttural scream of pain from her lips.

As the smoke cleared, you appeared before them, armed and prepared, your presence commanding and formidable. Carmichael and Susan paled at the sight of you, realizing with dawning horror that they were outmatched and outgunned.

"You bring unnecessary problems, Lloyd," you stated coolly, your voice hinting at disappointment.

With guns and spare bullets adorning your body, you stood as a formidable barrier between them and your ex-husband, ready to protect him at any cost.

With a steely resolve, you stepped forward, your gaze unwavering as you assessed the situation before you. Despite the chaos and tension that hung in the air, you remained calm and composed, your mind calculating the best course of action to diffuse the volatile situation.

"Susan, Carmichael," you began, your voice firm but measured, "you have overstayed your welcome. It's time for you to leave."

Susan's hand throbbed with pain, her grip on the gun loosening as she recoiled from the intensity of the burn. Carmichael's expression was shock and disbelief, realizing their attempt to apprehend Lloyd had backfired spectacularly.

But you weren't interested in vengeance or retribution. Instead, you sought a peaceful resolution, one that would ensure the safety of everyone involved.

With a swift and decisive motion, you disarmed Susan and Carmichael, carefully removing their weapons and rendering them harmless. Despite their protests and threats, you remained steadfast, refusing to be swayed by their desperate pleas.

You held their gaze steadily, your voice unwavering as you addressed Susan and Carmichael. "I'm sure neither of you wants to die today. Just as I don't want Lloyd to die," you asserted, your tone firm but not without empathy.

Susan's eyes widened in realization, the gravity of the situation sinking in as she glanced between you and Lloyd. Carmichael's expression hardened, his jaw clenched in silent acknowledgment of the truth in your words.

Lloyd's smirk widened into a knowing smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he caught your subtle reference.

"Since he has to clean up the house first," you added with a playful wink, a hint of humor creeping into your tone.

Lloyd's smile broadened at your jest, a sense of relief washing over him as he realized you had everything under control.

"Leave," you commanded, your voice brooking no argument. "And don't ever come back."

Reluctantly, Susan and Charmichael complied, their defeat evident in their defeated expressions as they slunk away, their tails between their legs.

As Charmichael and Susan begrudgingly exited the premises, leaving behind a trail of tension in their wake. "You always manage to find trouble, don't you?" you remarked, a hint of exasperation in your tone.

Lloyd turned to you with a hopeful gleam in his eyes. He placed a comforting arm on your shoulder, seeking reassurance in the midst of uncertainty.

"No matter what, you still care for me, right?" he questioned, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

You met his gaze with a small, enigmatic smile playing at the corners of your lips. "In your dreams," you replied cryptically, words laced with affection and defiance.

With a swift motion, you brushed aside the sentimentality, your expression hardening as you turned away from him.

Lloyd watched you go, his arms crossed over his chest as he contemplated your retreating figure. Despite your dismissive words, he couldn't shake the feeling that beneath your tough exterior, there still lay a flicker of concern for him.

'Woof.'

The sound of Choco's bark brought Lloyd back to the present, the loyal dog appearing at his side with a comforting presence. Lloyd reached down to pet the dog's head, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Your mother is still a bad liar," he remarked with a chuckle.

#lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen imagine #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x you #dark!lloyd hansen x you #dark!lloyd hansen x reader #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x fic #lloyd hansen x f!reader #the grey man au

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the-travelling-bitch · 1 year

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Ness who is very obsessed with you and ties you down to give you an unbearing amount of worship/ pleasure ? :3 my brain is rotting

omg ness,, we need more of him

[fem! reader, no pronouns used]

Ness is normally such a compliant, good boy for you, going along with whatever you need from him. Want him to eat you out for hours? He’s on his knees for you. You feel like using his dick as your personal dildo? He’ll lie perfectly still as you take what you need from his body.

But lately Ness has been feeling like you’re neglecting yourself. Don’t you see how perfect you are? Are you not aware of the ass, tits and thighs you have on you? How there’s not nearly enough attention drawn to your beautiful face, your arms, your legs, your collarbones, your entire being?

Your boyfriend really loves you, so you can’t blame him for using the strength he built as an athlete for flipping you down on your shared bed and tying your hands to the headboard. All the while, a lovesick smile decorates his face and stays on while he drinks in your widened eyes and the way you writhe to gain any sort of friction.

As he kisses down your body, starting by mouthing and panting into your neck before licking a path down your sternum, Ness really can’t use all your squirming. Can’t you tell he’s trying to make you feel good? So please lay still, baby.

When you can’t stop the twitching of your knees as the pro player teases your folds, first with his fingers and then with his tongue, he thinks it might be time to try your new ropes to bind your feet to the bed posts as well.

“You look so beautiful like this,” Ness muses as he studies your ethereal body splayed out in all its glory for him, his wandering hands squeezing to his heart’s content, never resting in one place for too long. “I’m doing this because I love you, I’ll make you feel so good. Just trust me darling.”

And you do. So you let him kiss all over your skin, leave marks wherever he deems fit, drive his calloused fingers right into your most sensitive spots as orgasm after orgasm washes over you.

By the time you feel Ness’ hard cock slide into you, your vision is hazy as your head lolls from right to left and back before your boyfriend holds your chin between his deft fingers and connects your lips, effectively swallowing every moan and incoherent sentence.

As his hips built a rhythm against yours, you can’t help but dumbly arch into his touch, nipples sore from all his pinching and pulling, chest and thighs thoroughly marked and nerves buzzing with attention. Even after Ness empties the first load into you, you are well aware that this isn’t the end.

“That’s it, baby. You’re taking me so well… so tight for me,” he groans. “Bet you’ll look even more breathtaking when you’re fucked out and dripping my cum….”

#˗ˏˋ– eye of stormy judgement #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #blue lock thirst #bllk x reader #bllk smut #bllk thirst #ness x reader #ness smut #alexis ness x reader #alexis ness smut #blue lock ness #alexis ness #blue lock headcanons #bllk headcanons #minors dni

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foranidalas · 1 month

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kind of a part two to this drabble, as a singular person requested (lol). enjoy.

♱ ‧₊˚ rafe cameron can’t get his hands off of you.

the alcohol has for sure gotten to his head now, if it hadn’t before, and his eyes sting from the drastic change of lighting— now shoved into a dark bathroom with you, hard-on pressed against your clothed cunt. both of his hands are locked into your hair, tugging every so often to elicit one of those moans of yours he’s so in love with. he snickers against your lips each time you do. now impatient, your hips wiggle against his own, edging dangerously close to the edge of the counter he’d propped you on. “thought you hated me.” he muses, one hand slipping down to your waist, trailing ever so slowly towards your pelvis, “thought you couldn’t stand me, you never wanted to see me again.” annoyed, you bite down at his bottom lip with a groan, fumbling desperately at his belt in a frail attempt to get him to shut up. last thing you needed was rafe cameron to get another ego boost.

“what is it you called me? a selfish prick?”

“you are one— be quiet” you pant, breathless.

he ignores you. “and look at you, begging for this prick’s dick. can’t help yourself, can you?” your head is pounding from the constant bass of the music outside, and your core aches painfully the more he speaks. you give in. “please, rafe, just fuck me.” he can’t remember a time he’s ever heard you whine like that, and he would give you what you asked for immediately, but his pride is running too high now. he presses his palm flat against you, middle finger stroking through the fabric of your shorts as if in search of your hole. “fuuuuck, babe, can feel your heartbeat through these jeans.”

he’s now focused on the way his fingers toy and prod at your pussy, savoring the way you flinch and twitch when the heel of his palm presses against your clit, and soon he’s working your shorts down with that same hand— the other still grasping your hair, as if to keep you in place. as if you might try to run away from him again. the only light that enters the bathroom flashes from under the door. greens and blues and reds peek through, illuminating the blond of his hair; the hardened edges of his face as he focuses on aligning himself with your hole. it makes you forget about anything he ever did to upset you ever. especially when his tip now circles your sopping wet cunt, sliding up and down, head catching on your clit. his eyes snap up to yours, and his grip on your hair tightens. he stills.

“tell me you want it.” he whispers, pumping his dick slowly as he teases your hole.

“rafe!—“

“tell me you missed this dick, baby. tell me how much you need me right now, or i fucking swear i’ll leave you in this bathroom like the wet and horny mess you are.”

you give in, ears now filled with the sound of your moans and the sticky sound of his flagpole of a cock driving into your walls. he looms over you, supporting himself with a hand pressed above your head and onto the mirror, tonguing at the bottom of his lip in focus. “need it so baddd, rafey, fuck!” he mocks the way you begged for him moments before he began to pound himself into you. “gonna beg for me again, huh princess? gonna beg rafey to let you cum?” you nod as he speaks nonsensically into your ear, arousal heightened by the way he humiliates you, mocks you so loudly and shamelessly as if no one were around to hear. he’s abusing that same, gummy spot inside of you over and over again, fingers ghosting over your clit. you can feel the condensation of sweat on the mirror roll down and dribble onto your shoulder, wetting the back of your head as it lolls back and forth by the force at which the boy fucks into you. his head falls against your shoulder, hips stuttering slightly, but still unrelenting.

“gonna blow my fuckin’ load into you, babygirl.” he begins. you can hardly register what he’s saying, only the way it brings you closer and closer to the edge, “missed this tight fuckin’ pussy so much.” soon, you’re begging him to cum, and the hand over your clit finally lowers, rubbing in tandem with his thrusts.

“thats it baby, give it to me. show daddy how sorry you are.”

#꒰ ۫ ੭ requests! ୨ৎ ꒱#εïз rafe prompt !#rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #rafe x reader

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garoujo · 1 year

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THINKING OF YOU — BLUE LOCK

feat : nagi seishiro, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, itoshi sae + mikage reo

♱ warnings — f!reader mentioned but not present, some solo scenes from the boys, how they get off thinking of you, nudes mention, bachira grinds against your bed, sae calls you, all characters written 22+ / note. reupload since the other one was flagged sob rip </3 ~

・✶ ｡ﾟNAGI SEISHIRO

nagi thinks it’s a pain, the way you still have such an effect on him when you’re not even there. he can barely focus on anything except the throb in his sweats, even the game that’s now lying haphazardly at his side with the ‘game over’ screen still mocking him as he sinks into the comforter beneath him.

but fuck—he misses you, he thinks with his next languid, flick of his wrist along his cock, giving the sensitive glands a light squeeze with every slow pump of his fist. the pace he’s set is lazy, it doesn’t feel as good as you do the tightening of his fist can’t imitate the needy push and pull of your perfect cunt, even from memory—your body was fucking made for him.

but he needs to cum as he feels himself throb against his palm, his eyes fluttering closed as he lets his mind drift to you.

“angel..” nagi huffs, drawls as his free hand reaches up to fist at the messy mop of hair that’s framing his face, fanned across his pillows as his hips twitch into the tight hole his hand has made, the fat head of his cock glistening and disappearing into his fist. “mmmf, gotta cum.. ‘ts such a pain.”

he’s panting, flushed to his chest and so fucking warm underneath the heavy fabric of his oversized sweatshirt. but he can imagine the way your features would break into something pretty when he sinks his cock into you, and that’s enough to have him seeking out more friction as his hips follow the slow pull of his hand.

nagi let’s his head loll to the side with his next breathe as his phone vibrates, sees the sweet little message from you with a “miss you, sei.” with your pretty face just beyond it on his lock screen. fuck—that’s what really gets him with his next wet stroke, pumping a mixture of his spit and precum along his cock, faster as he feels heat begin to burst along his skin.

“fu-uck—miss you, pretty thing..” he whimpers, whines as he squeezes around the sensitive head and his abdomen twitches under the weight of his orgasm as it rips through him.

it’s needy, the way nagi is grinding his hips into his fist — wishing it was the tight hug of your cunt squeezing the cum right out of him as his load lands along his muscled pelvis and abdomen.

nagi’s movements slow as overstimulation takes over and his skin feels sticky and sweaty when he lets himself melt back into the mattress. he’s immediately reaching for his phone to text you back despite the mess he’s suddenly covered in and the bath he craves — even though he likes them better with you.

seishiro <3 : miss you, angel. bein’ without you is such a pain. :x”

・✶ ｡ﾟBACHIRA MEGURU

it’s not bachira’s fault that his body always seems to have a physical sort of reaction to you, it’s like as soon as he steps foot in your apartment he can feel the needy throb in his sweats. which is why he’s lying in your bed now, waiting on you to come home from running errands with a pout on his lips and his hand wrapped around the base of his cock.

“‘m so hard for you, baby.. mhm—fuck. want you here~” he hums, whimpers as he gives himself a few shallow pumps, his hips following the movement as he digs his heels into the mattress and grinds into the friction.

bachira’s hair is mused from the way he’s burying himself in the comforter below him, cheeks pressed against your pillow so he can inhale the sweet smell of you that makes his thighs tremble. he wants nothing more to be wrapped in you, to have your tongue clearing up the beads of precum that gather at the tip of his cock rather than his thumb.

he’s panting shamelessly with the next rough stroke of his wrist, twisting his palm along the sensitive head until he laughs at the way pleasure clouds his senses. he forms a tight circle around the pink glands before he squeezes, making his hips twitch before another dreamy sigh falls from his lips.

you said you’d be home soon, but fuck—he can barely wait, the desire he feels twist in his abdomen is almost painful and it’s quick the way he turns to press his face even deeper into your pillows as his cock presses between his abdomen and mattress.

but bachira’s so fucking needy, and it shows with the first rut of his hips against the sheets that makes his voice catch with his next moan — his lips curling into a smirk as he fists his hair and chases the pleasurable friction fucking himself against your mattress is bringing him. “jus’ wanna feel your pussy, baby. miss it~ it hurts.”

“bachi?” you breathe as you walk into your bedroom to find your boyfriend grinding himself against your sheets, but you’re suddenly too hot underneath your clothes and the lidded, dark look bachira gives you makes you feel even warmer before he’s sending you a pouty whine.

“babyyy~ you took so long, need you to take care of me now. m’kay?”

・✶ ｡ﾟITOSHI RIN

rin loved nothing more after a particularly annoying day of training than to get lost in you, to let you bring him back down to earth — to ground him with every press of your lips and sweet little whine he’d pull from you.

but right now, he’s too many miles away for an overseas game, his back pressed against the damp tiles of the shower wall as his cock throbs and twitches between his spread thighs. his hair is wet from the hot spray as it falls over his face, and even just the thought of your fingers pushing his bangs out of his face has him throbbing.

he steadiest himself against the shower wall as his thighs tremble, swiping his thumb along the beads of precum before smearing them along his thick shaft with a few lazy, languid pumps.

rin’s skin feels sticky as he continues his ministrations, thumping his head back against the tiles behind him as his eyes gloss over and flutter closed, not being able to control the way his mind goes over the starry-eyed looks you give him everytime he fucks you into the mattress.

“fuck.. not enough.” the squelching noises only grow louder, echoing through his dimly lit bathroom as he loses himself in more thoughts of you— how you look underneath him, how warm your mouth feels around him as you babble out “harder, rin—“ from your pouty lips as his hands tighten on your hips again. he wants to feel you, feel what’s his.

rin’s technique grows messier with each involuntary buck of his hips, more hushed groans falling from him as his tongue flicks out to drag along his lips. the very thought of you has him losing his mind as he growls, clenching his teeth before his orgasm suddenly rips through him as he chokes on another low grunt of your name.

the familiar rush of heat ignites his nerves as he trembles, digging his heels into the slippery floor beneath him as he spills over his hand and abdomen. thick ropes of cum drip down his fingers before he’s letting the warm spray of water wash wash it away — twitching with the stimulation on his still sensitive nerves.

he sighs — satisfied for now before the silence settles over the bathroom again and he’s still thinking of you. but rin can’t help but think his orgasms without you have become a little.. lukewarm.

・✶ ｡ﾟITOSHI SAE

sae offers you a grunt as you ramble about your day on the other end of the phone, your voice a pretty little honeyed sound that makes him feel light headed as he squeezes his hand around the base of his cock.

he was never one to miss your calls, even when he’s pumping his fist along his cock and if anything, he knew the sound of your voice would help him out with your first i miss you.

he already feels so fucking sensitive as he presses his phone even closer, because even when you’re not there, in his overseas hotel room, the effect you have on him still is. he gives himself a few languid pumps before he hisses through his teeth, lips parting to sound out a quiet groan before he swallows the next one with the sound of your voice.

“that’s good, sweetheart.” sae inhales deep before he exhales, and his tone doesn’t waver with his words, even with every flick of his wrist along his cock as he gives himself a few shallow pumps. he lets his fingers graze and tease over the sensitive head — but you know him, and you know how he sounds when pleasure bursts along his nerves.

“you okay, sae? you sound busy.” you ask, and he can almost hear the teasing little lull your voice takes as his lips twitch into a small grin at the corners. his eyes are dark, lidded as his fingers trace along the sensitive underside of his cock and he clears his throat before he answers you.

“do you enjoy teasing me, sweetheart.. or are you gonna be good for me?” sae hums, but the way his voice lowers into a growl doesn’t go unnoticed as he slows his pace to slow, languid strokes of his fist.

he can hear your breathing against the speaker before you giggle, a cute little sound that makes him fucking throb against his palm as his eyebrows drop — eyes fluttering closed momentarily before his sharp gaze is focused back on every practiced twist of his wrist. “i’m always good, sae.”

“hm, then show me.”

・✶ ｡ﾟMIKAGE REO

reo feels warm underneath his training shirt, legs spread from where he’s lounging back on the sofa in his apartment. his hooded, violet gaze is lidded and his hair is mused from his hands as his sweats pool around his ankles.

“hah—aren’t you pretty, bunny.” he laughs, groans as he drags his fist over his cock, rolling his thumb over the blunt tip slowly before he’s swiping over the beads of precum that gather there to smear it along the sensitive nerves.

but reo’s eyes are only focused on every flick of his thumb in his other hand, every press of the digit against his phone screen pulls up another even prettier picture of you that makes him have to suck on his lower lip to swallow his shameless moans.

he thinks you’re fucking ethereal, pretty gaze tilted up towards the phone camera as your tongue lolls out to drink up the cum you probably just wrung out of him. fuck—he wishes he could have you like that right now, sat between his thighs and kissing up the sides of his pretty cock.

“shit—all mine, hm?” reo grits as his jaw clenches, letting his head rest against the back of the sofa before his lips part to grind out another low groan. he can’t get enough of you, swiping through more photos of you sitting pretty on the end of his cock or pressed deep into the mattress beneath you.

his hips jerk involuntarily when he teases himself, eyes fluttering despite the way he fights to keep them open to take in more of you, slowing his pace into long, heavy strokes while his laugh sounds more like a breathless croon. “look what you do to me, hm?”

reo wishes it was your pussy he was sinking into, feeling the way you’d be creaming around him, your tight walls squeezing around every inch you lose, trying to pull him back in everytime he draws his hips back.

his eyes flutter closed as he squeezes his hand tighter, trying to imitate the feel of you around him before his pace is stuttering and he’s grunting as he cums, spilling over his abdomen as he smirks at the pleasure he feels race through him. he almost melts as he settles, flicking his thumb across his screen once more before he’s pulling up your messages.

reo <3 : you busy, bunny? need you now.

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aplaceforyourhearttorest · 2 months

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Needy Little Fucking Thing 𓍼 James Hetfield (18+)

A hiccup of a moan bellows itself out of you as partially bare hips make undeviating contact with the backs of the top of your upper, reddening thighs, the balls and heels of your shoed feet raising from the ground as strong hands lift and push you even farther up on the wooden fixture in front of you.

You gasp for breath as your boyfriend huskily expels a shuttering exhale against the exposed skin on the nape of your neck, his front pressing flush against your backside as he sheathes his entire length inside of you. Sweat trickles down from the crown of your head and creates dormancy on the sides of your flushed temples, your kiss chapped lips gaping as you feel James' hot length pulsate and weep beads of translucent precum into the precipice of your soaked heat.

Your walls incessantly flutter around him, subconsciously milking him for all he's worth, as the beginning of his shoes shuffle forward and pause underneath yours to help stabilize your unnatural position. The muscles in your calves tremble as you force yourself to not grind back and attempt to bring him even closer and deeper inside you, your bare chest heaving and hovering over the haphazard and cluttered desk now beneath you. Goosebumps litter themselves over the expanse of your overheated skin, as you feel his upturned lips rake and caress themselves over the shell of your left earlobe.

"Couldn't even wait for me to find an actual bathroom, pulled me into the closest abandoned bedroom instead," James muses, the tone in his voice playful, yet strained. Music hovers around the small crevice of free space at the bottom of the room's doorway just a few feet away from you two, and you lower your eyes in mortified embarrassment. They soon enlarge, and overstimulated tears rest upon your waterline, as one of his large palms travel up to guide you to lie your entire top half down on the cold surface, and his hips finally begin to thrust again. "Needy little fucking thing."

"Needed you." You mewl, the sound stuttered and dilapidated as his cockhead rubs and confides itself against your sensitive and spongelike spot. Your nails dig into the polished wood as he slowly extracts his arousal-soaked dick out of you, before smoothly gliding his hardened inches back inside. The repetitive cacophony of drunken laughter and overplayed music, dulls down and becomes muted background noise as James' hands travel their way upward to encircle themselves around your wrists to hold them in place.

"Needed me so badly, you couldn't even wait for me to get home," He condescendingly croons, the desperate delivery of his lust driven plunges a juxtaposition to the faux confidence in his cadence. You choke around a watery gasp as your feel your orgasm quickly approaching, the heat in your abdomen starting to feel like a coiled and tightly knotted rope. James bends down to bear a bite on your shoulder, lolling out his tongue around a satisfied sounding grunt to satiate the delicious sting. Your waterline overfills, and dewy tracks of submerged fulfillment make their way down your blazing and splotched stained, red cheeks. "Tell me what you need, baby, and I'll give it to you."

"Need to cum, need to feel you cum inside me. Fill me up." You manage, your words slurring and nearly turning into one as each impaling movement of his cock brings you closer to the edge. Your boyfriend lets out a hum, and you force yourself to stay pliant and in place as he removes his upper half from mounting your back and his hands from around your wrists. Before you can even question him, a hand is being pressed against your lower stomach to lift you up, and a thick and calloused fingertip is roughly colliding with your swollen and pearling clit.

A wail bleeds out of you as he sweeps his digit across your drenched sex and merges your limbs with his, his once desperate thrusts turning into reckless abandon. A sopping wet sound reverberates in the confined space surrounding you two, and the sensation of his dampening briefs below his raising ballsack chafing itself against your already bruising skin, disappears and becomes null. You encircle your trembling and unsteady hands around his forearms as your feet dangle on either side of his own, the aglets of his bouncing shoelaces due to his thrusts tickling the sock covered skin of your ankles as you turn your head to look at him.

Blue turned black irises encase yours in a trance like stare, and you squeeze your legs together as you feel them seize and constrict, your eyes heavily lidding as you avidly watch his facial expression crumble into a look of engulfment. You chase forward, ignoring the tinge of pain in your neck from the movement, and shakily place your lips on top of his. You swallow and accept every divot of spit laded tongue he feeds you, the tips of your shoes connecting with his as your thighs bracket and tense with oversensitivity.

"Cum for me, sweetheart," James breathes, a strangled 'fuck, you're so tight' mangling its way out as your walls vice like grip his length and swallow him in, barely giving him enough leeway space to fuck himself back into you. Thick lines of mixed saliva keep you two together as you slowly part, the heady air in the centimeters between feeling overbearing and charged with fervor. "I can feel how close you are. Want you to make a mess all over me and help me clean it up after." Your eyes involuntarily clench shut with the vivid imagery of your shaking body being placed down on your still wobbly knees, and your future self opening her mouth wide enough to lick and suck his broad girth clean.

"I can cum?" You ask, your voice heightened and overly airy as you try to hold on, fighting your body's natural instinct to curl in on itself, as James spreads your slick folds apart and lightly pinches at your clit. Your eyes snap back open as his pinky carefully makes its way inside of your opening, right on top of and with his still pivoting dick, and curls it upward to relentlessly rub the pad of his finger against your abused g-spot. White spots brighten your vision in the already nearly pitch black room, and your lips open in a silent scream as you reach and barrel into your orgasm.

"That's it, baby. Fucking perfect," he praises, his expression turning gutted and euphoric, as your release instantaneously triggers his own. Gasps pitter and fret in the chilled air as you slowly come back to, and as James slowly continues to fuck his seed into and toward your spent pussy walls and coated cervix. You twist your head back forward and rest your head against your boyfriend's chest, contentment flooding through you at his next words. "Such a good girl, listening so well."

"Taking care of me so well." You eventually rebut, once you're able to find your voice and catch your breath. A reassuring kiss is placed onto each one of your shoulder blades before you're lowered back down on your feet, and you only loosen your hold on him once you feel stable enough to stand on your own.

James lets out a quiet hiss as he carefully removes himself from inside of you, and you disappointingly grimace as you feel and watch your guys' mixed releases slowly run down the long expanse of your still twitching thighs. James gently maneuvers you around to face him, and you can't help but smile at the fucked out and pleased look on his face, his eyes blown wide and glassy, as if he was high. Large and warm palms resurface on your hips and draw you back in easily, a shy spring of laughter being shared as you both nearly trip over each other's feet in haste to get closer.

Your boyfriend bends down to level with you and brings you into a kiss, a pout forming on your swollen lips as he pulls away too soon for your liking. "As much as I'd like to stand here and kiss you all night, the party's going to be ending soon, and you didn't keep up your end of the deal just yet, doll," you lightly hum and tilt your head back, your eyebrows raising and your grin matching his own as he finishes his sentence and airs out a gentle command.

"On your knees, baby. There's still a mess you need to clean up."

#metallica #james hetfield #james hetfield smut #james hetfield x reader #metallica smut #metallica x reader #metallica imagines

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noowayybroo · 1 year

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Uh... You give Leon sloppy?

Not very creative w/ my titles, or anything really...

Characters: Leon Kennedy, Reader

Warnings: Smut ofc, don't look if you don't like sexy time or if you're too young to do sexy time, you feel? Man gets head, subby Leon, bit of begging, reader isn't exactly dom tho, Leon is just kinda needy. mmmm nom nom nom tasty, GN reader cuz we love being included!!! No mention of age or relationship either, he could be your roommate, your stepbro, your teacher LMAO unleash your wildest fantasies ig?? Gets REAL sloppy so if you have a spit kink, enjoy! If you don't... you poor thing.

Dear young people: Go play Minecraft.

Leon always thought that whenever you claimed to be 'great at head', you were just kidding. You had to be covering up some insecurity orrr... just teasing him, he reckoned.

...Of course he'd been curious, he would have been whether you'd been the closest of lovers or the slightest of strangers, but he quickly came to learn something:

"N-no joke!", Leon breathes in shy bliss, sat there on the couch before you, doing his best to keep those desperate, watery puppy-dog eyes trained on you. Whilst one strong arm digs into the sofa beside him, desperate for some semblance of stability, the other holds up his increasingly much-too-warm shirt - the line of it restrained just above his heaving chest, glistening with fine perspiration, all thanks to you.

You? Well, you're on your knees just between his legs, and let me assure you, it's a pretty view.

At first, you'd begun by slowly tracing a cupped hand up and down the perfect length of his member, before incorporating saliva and kisses into the slippery mess you were making. Leon's tip, in response, was flushed as red as his cheeks, a copious flow of precum seeping down into your frothing, slobbery equation.

Small 'aaah' s and 'mmmm's escape Leon's lips at this stage, his breath catching whenever you pull away, voiding his feel of you where it was oh so delicious. You made his heart skip a beat in other ways, too: when your eyes met his flustered gaze, when you slowly trailed the tip of your tongue from his pulsing base to tip, or when he could hear your own appreciative giggles and breaths. You were having fun, and he adored each little piece of proof of that fact.

"Come on, big boy", you pout, eyelashes fluttering as you gaze up at his drooping lids and slack jaw, "I haven't even started sucking yet-" Leon's response is a guttural yet suppressed low groan as his legs tremble a little at the thought.

Yet. He muses to himself, unable to peel his blown pupils away from the hypnotic movement of your hand.

Your wrist and arm move with such ease, he thinks, the mere act appears to be a simple, beautiful and natural act in itself. He could cum just like this, trying his best not to thrust into your hand as you milk him in just the right way. He wanted so badly to feel your mouth around him, to be enveloped deep within your warmth, and so, he simply would not admit that he didn't need your throat to finish.

Finally, you're ready to give it to him. He knows that his patience is soon to pay off. Stomach tensing and eyes squinting, Leon watches apprehensively as you lower your head, surrounding him.

Your warmth.

your wetness.

The pressure of your closed lips

The feel of your tongue.

They all have him sighing in satisfaction. And when you move, oh, when you move, he can't help but offer you more moans whines, begging you to continue.

"Please... please fff...", "Fucckk~~", "Uahhh fuckk... So... so good."

His words are slurred as his head lolls back once you start to move. He's facing the ceiling but he isn't looking at it. Mind and vision so clouded by pleasure, all Leon can really do is zone out as the sensation of you washes him away. You bob up and down along him, licking and sucking passionately from a good way down, back up to the tip, over and over. Sometimes, you switch things up, focusing your tongue on his tip or pushing further, devouring his cock with your throat, and each time, Leon lets out a raspy, thick moan.

A blind hand finds the back of your head, entangling with your hair as he holds you. He's not forcing you, or trying to move or control you. In fact, Leon is so infatuated, so desperate to be further wound up in you. His arm is limp, simply following your strong movements as he holds you endearingly. You're unsure, ironically, which of you he's trying to reassure. This earns him a little giggle from you, which of course sends him beaming.

Looking to surprise him, you reposition yourself before suddenly taking his cock as deep as you can, nose pressed against his chiselled abdomen. Your eyes water. Trying to suppress your gagging, you do your best to breathe through your nose, but your throat prickles with the pain of being used. No need to hide it, though. Leon is in a world of his own, his head rolls further back, his back arched and his hand leaving your head to curl reflexively around nothing as he trembles, euphoric. Even your sounds are drowned out as wails of pleasure fill the room, accompanied by the couch creaking as Leon's hips buck against your face, shoving himself impossibly deep inside you.

Leon doesn't have much brainpower left. All of his blood's in his cock, and his power in his hips. So, while he does care about your ability to breathe, he can't contain himself as he continues to squirm, legs desperately trying to lift himself, pressing deeper and deeper into you where he feels he belongs. His own shameful sounds, combined with the wet, slobbering and faint choking you emit, bring Leon closer and closer to the edge as he practically sobs, doing his best to resist the primal urge to grab your head and force it to stay there around him. He's trying so hard to be good for you.

Leon finally glances down, eyes discovering your reddening face as the inevitable he'd prepared for occurs: you pull away. With a loud gasp, you lift your head from his twitching phallus, a line of thick, bubbly saliva bridging the gap between your once-connected parts. You waste no time recovering breath though, he's close, and it'd be cruel to tease him any further.

"Where do you wanna cum?" You ask softly, raspy voice choked by saliva as you return to pleasing him, sweet eyes meeting his, expectant of an answer.

Leon is more than surprised to have had the choice, which he expresses with something of a chuckled moan... He ponders for a while, once more getting lost in the feel of you on him so lovingly, but knows he has to decide soon, or it'll be in your mouth no matter what...

OK GUYS BARE WITH ME I WANTED TO TRY SOMETHING SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME I HAD AN IDEA!!! So, my idea is... based on where you want him to cum just find the prompt title below and read!! The stuff will be separated with "----"s! There's 2 options in this fic, either on yer fayce or in yer throat! :> Happy reading!

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"F---fuckk... On... on your face... please", Leon hisses. He really wanted to be buried in your throat once more, but a small part of him hoped he'd have a chance to another time after this. Well, that accompanied by the thought that this would be his last chance, his final attempt to claim you as his swayed his mind. He needed to make good on the image that had just plastered the walls of his mind: Your sweet, sweet, hot face, painted with his seed.

Humming and nodding obediently, picking up the pace, you work Leon closer and closer to his release as he does his very best to watch you, worshipping you: a master at work. He bites his bottom lip as he stares back down at you, barely able to blink for fear he'll awake from this blissful dream. Suddenly, though, it becomes time.

"Oh... Ohh shit I'm gonna... I'm gonna c-cum I- I'm..." Leon Groans, squirming back to help you release him in time. As his cock springs free from your sopping wet lips with a soft 'pop', it lands with an audible 'plap' on the taught skin of your face. You thought you'd have to continue working him, replacing the stimulation your mouth no-longer provided, but the view of your perfect face, topped with his lucky, lucky member had Leon hurtling over the edge like a dramatic car-crash in a 90's film.

It throbbed...

It spurted...

Hot, thick ropes flew from Leon's cock, generously garnishing every inch of your beaming, reddened face. His hand replaces yours on it before you get a chance, further milking himself onto you, standing as you kneel before him. He moans, throws his head back, the image of you below him, claimed as his own, far too pleasurable in the moment.

"Ahhhh.... G-God..." He lets out another expression of enjoyment amidst his heavy breathing as his cock rests above your face once more, twitching and throbbing, still pulsing and full of energy, as if threatening to be ready to go again all too soon. A strong, large hand rests as your face, replacing his cock which is held by his other. Before you know it, his thumb is slowly wiping some of his cum from your face, and feeding it into your open, awaiting maw. He hums in satisfaction as you close your mouth around the digit, sucking obediently. His sudden dirtiness makes you feel... hot... inside...

Your heaving breaths pull his attention back to you, and he promptly crouches down to pull you back onto the couch beside him, leaning into you lovingly as he does.

"So..." He sighs, not yet trusting himself to be able to form a coherent sentence, "How long were you planning on letting me miss out on that?" He sounds amused and is still jokey, which is a great sign. You wonder what this means for the future of your relationship now.

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"I-in..." Leon groans, choked up over his own words. "Inside... please", he moans, fighting to keep his eyes open to watch for your response as they threaten to shut in pleasure. You nod hastily, excited by his request, fueled by his pleasure. You pick up the pace, stroking his length rapidly with one hand as you consume him with your mouth. He moans, he groans and he whimpers, hips bucking wildly and hands returning to perch on your head.

As soon as you give him that silent, affirmative dip of the head, his hands become forceful. Raw, horny energy prompting him to push down on your head like some sea-dwelling monster trying to drown their victim. His tip forces its way back between the tight muscles of your throat, causing you to sputter and choke, further coating his slip-n-slide of a cock as he bottoms out inside of you, groaning, almost yelling as he meets his release.

"Ffffuck fuck fuck fuck... Shitttt..."

Leon's cock throbs and twitches as he hastily pulls it out from your throat, which was too tight and strained to even feel the hot ropes which were spilled into it seconds ago. He cradles your face in his hands as his cock pops free from your mouth, slapping down to rest on your face as it jerks and throbs in gratification. It's hot and warm, even against your sizzling skin. You pull away to cough slightly and catch some much needed air. Leon's also breathing heavily, doing his best to come down from his high.

Lovingly, he stares at you until his lidded gaze meets your proud, yet slightly nervous one (he was just so... big), before he whispers, voice scratchy yet more than amused, "Where'd you learn to do all that?" He helps you up to sit beside him as his mind wonders, picturing the thousand ways he'd like to feel that again and again. His eyes read nothing but awe.

------------------------------------- I think the choice thing is cool because it helps make the fic more inclusive... Some people might really not like the idea of gettin' baby batter injected into their windpipes (I can tell you, it's not pleasant), and others might not like the idea of it clinging to their face... on the contrary, some might love either. I know this disrupts the flow of the fic a bit, for which I hastily apologise, but I wanted to see if anyone liked this idea. I was even thinking about using Links to make a choice game... which could be fun, but I'm not sure.

Hope you enjoyed n if you want something please ask I love you all!

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moonchild9350 · 20 hours

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Obedient Bunny

Summary: Changbin loves to make sure you are well taken care of.

Pairing: Changbin x fem reader

Genre: smut- This is a 18+ fic MNDI

Word count: 542

Warnings: use of sex toys, dry humping, p in v penetration, creampie (wrap it up, wrap it up)

Note: Just a little drabble for Binnie, my bias wrecker haha. @cbini thanks for being my Binnie muse, this one's for you!

I hope you enjoy! Reblogs and comments are appreciated :)

This is in no way how Changbin is in reality. This is purely for fun.

Changbin loves having you like this. Dazed, tongue lolling out, a moaning mess. He feels pride that he can make you fall apart, allowing you to feel immense pleasure at the mercy of his hands. He watches in awe, always in awe, as he slides the vibrator in and out of your wet pussy. It slides in so easily, as you are dripping with arousal, dirtying his hands and messing up the sheets below. He loves to tease you, slowing down his movements, watching you thrash and listening to you whimper at the change of pace, begging for him to go faster.

“Please oh please, don’t stop,” you beg. He wants to hear you beg more, only then will he resume a faster pace. When you do beg, like his good little bunnie, he’ll pay attention to your little clit, using the little rabbit ears on the vibrator to give you that extra stimulation to get you to that place you love, absolute pleasure and bliss.

Changbin finds it difficult to hold out, gently humping the bed to gain friction against his cock. It is oh so red and angry, dripping with pre-cum. But he resists the urge to pull the vibrator out of your pussy and slide his cock in instead. No, he wants you to cum first using only the vibrator, because you are his good bunny.

He knows you’re getting close, he can sense it. You’re squeezing your thighs together, barely able to lay still as he continues to slide the vibrator in and out with the rabbit ears ramming into your clit. He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t stop. You moan that you’re cumming, more arousal dripping out of your cunt and down your ass. He’s proud of his bunny, proud that you took what he gave you.

He pulls the vibrator out and sets it aside, leaning over you to give you a wet and sloppy kiss. He takes his cock and strokes it a couple of times before lining up with your entrance. Changbin pushes in one fluid motion, causing your pussy to wrap snugly around his cock. It’s warm and wet and he’s about to lose his mind. You were made for him, he thinks.

He begins thrusting into you. Watching as you fall apart beneath him, spit dribbling out the corner of your mouth, completely fucked out. Changbin feels your pussy clenching around his cock, bringing him closer to his release. He wants you to cum once more, to cum on his cock and claim him as yours. He reaches down and rubs your clit precisely and quickly, as your moans and sighs become louder and louder. He watches as you cum hard, feeling your walls contracting, trying to push his cock out.

He helps you ride out your release. His thrusts become more sloppy, as he is nearing his own sweet release. He takes two of his fingers and brings them to your lips. You accept them, swirling your tongue around them. A few more thrusts and he is cumming. Hot, thick cum paints your walls, filling you to the brim. Changbin loves his baby like this, yes, all pliant and obedient, letting him do whatever he wants with your body. He is yours just as you are his.

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 9 months

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Secrets (3)

Pairings: Wanda X Reader, Natasha X Reader

This fic is inspired by the song Secret by the Pierces and the HBO Max show Love and Death. I recommend listening to the song before reading but it's not necessary

Warnings- 18+ Smut (Mommy Kink, Orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, rough strap on sex, praise and degrading, thigh riding, crying during sex, choking, brief hair pulling and spanking), dark thoughts, small amount of angst

Please consider these warnings before reading.

Chapter 3- Tell Mommy What You Want. (4.5k words)

Other Chapters: 1, 2, 4, 5

Tell Mommy What You Want.

Why when we do our darkest deeds do we tell? They burn in our brains, become a living hell 'Cause everybody tells Everybody tells

When the door swung open, the shy smile on your face fell at the deadly look you were met with, her hand clasping at your shirt and dragging you into the motel room. With a slam, your back hit the door, her lips meeting yours just as roughly while her hands wasted no time in travelling down your body, slipping under your skirt and sliding your panties to the side.

"Fuck Wanda," you moaned into her mouth, her lips silencing your desperate plea as arousal clouds your mind, body melting into her touch. Her tongue dominates your mouth, a whimper leaving you at her actions as her fingers circle your clit before sliding through the slick that had swiftly built between your thighs.

"Already so wet," she mumbles, a moan escaping you at the mere tone of her voice, her eyes peering down into yours. You were hypnotised by the green of her eyes, the pure lust and desire swirling in them.

You both hold eye contact as she thrusts two fingers straight inside you, a guttural noise ripped out of you while your head lolls back against the door, her pace relentless. Her slender digits slide in and out of you in the perfect rhythm, curling them at just the right spots to have you whimper and whine her name pathetically. You can feel the smirk playing on her lips as her mouth litters your neck in hot-opened mouth kisses, the sensation burning pleasantly into your skin.

Your legs soon give in, the pleasure coursing through your body too much as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching. Wanda notices how your pussy clenches around her, spasming at the way her fingers pump in and out of you expertly, and moves her head to face yours, her free hand reaching to the back of your head, fingers threading through your head and tugging on it to make you look into her eyes.

"Look at me Detka," she rasps out, her eyes significantly darker than before, jaw clenching. Your eyes meet hers, another wave of arousal crashing powerfully over you at the pure dominance radiating off of her. A groan leaves her lips at the filthy sounds of your wetness, a broken moan escaping you when you can feel your orgasm about to tear through your body.

"Fuck, I'm close," your tone is nothing but submissive, the desperate tone almost able to change Wanda's mind. Almost. "Wanda please, please can I come?" Your hands reach out to her hips, clutching onto her as if your life depended on it.

"Oh Detka," she chuckles out teasingly, a sinister tone taking over her voice as you watch how her eyes switch to something...primal. "Did you really think I wouldn't know?" she rasps out at the shell of your ear, biting down before letting out another malicious chuckle that sent a shiver running down your spine.

"Know what?" your tone nervous as her hand moves from your hair to your throat, her head tilting slightly and oh fuck.

"Don't play games with me Dorogaya," she grits out, her fingers still sliding into your dripping cunt, legs starting to shake as you try to clamp your thighs around her hand. "What did I tell you yesterday?" she muses, kissing you roughly once more, biting down on your lip to hear you let out that pitiful noise she loves so much. She hums cockily when you don't respond, simply sliding her fingers out of you, the whine that left you instantly being silenced by her pointed look, frustration filling you at being denied your release. "I said this," her hand spanks your core, hips bucking off the wall abruptly while a loud moan is torn from the back of your throat, "Was mine."

"I'm sorry-"

"Ah ah," she interrupts with a smirk at your flustered form, cutting off your excuse while her mouth inches closer to yours, her hand spanking your core once more, the pain mixing with pleasure. "Sluts don't get to speak unless asked to," she rasps out, an affected sigh leaving your lips as you try to control yourself. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, arousal fogging your mind as Wanda toyed around with you.

"This body," she slowly lets her eyes rake over you, teeth biting down on her lower lip before she peers into your eyes, "Is mine, so why did you think you could touch yourself last night? Hump that little red toy like a whore?"

Your eyes widen at the mention of your vibrator, silently asking the question of how she knew to which she simply laughs at, looking at you with a different look in her eye.

So innocent, so unaware of how much I care about you.

"Come on Detka," she sighs out, "If you didn't want me to see, you would have shut your curtains," your not sure how to feel about her watching you, but the thoughts swiftly fade away when she pulls your body away from the door, guiding you to the bed and having you straddle her thigh. "You wanted me to see."

You wanted me to punish you.

Your mouth opens to speak, hesitating as you remember her earlier command and looking longingly in her eyes.

That's it, see Detka, you can listen, you can be good for me.

When she nods, giving you permission, her name falls off your lips in an unsure tone, a cruel smirk tugging at the corner of her lips while her hands move to your waist, guiding you along her thigh as she makes you ride it.

"That's not what you called me last night Detka," she teases, your face turning into a bright shade of red as you try to hide it at the crook of her neck, hips grinding against her legs like a desperate little thing. "Come on Dorogaya, don't be shy now," she continues, her hands making you press your hips down harder, a whimper leaving you at the pleasure, "Tell Mommy what you want."

The moan that left your lips could have made Wanda come, the sheer submission of your needy noise fueling her desire to break you. A wicked smirk took over her face as she guided your face away from her neck, looking into your humiliated but lust-blown eyes.

"Mommy," you whimper, flickering your gaze down to her lap to avoid her stare, noticing how it looked like she was wearing something under her jeans before her hand lifted your chin, forcing you to look in her eyes.

"That's it Detka," she praises as you hold your gaze, hips rolling against her thigh with vigour as another orgasm starts to build within you, "Tell me Mommy what you want."

Tell me you want me. Only me.

"You, I want you Mommy," the words spill in a breathy sigh as your hands interlock with hers to support yourself, still using her thigh. "Please let me come," she lets out a dark chuckle, your hips twitching against her.

"Detka," she coos mockingly, a new plan forming in her head of how she was going to punish you. "You can come whenever you want," your head falls back to the crook of her neck, whimpering softly against her skin as your hips pick up their pace, desperately trying to reach the orgasm you were denied earlier.

"Good girl," she encourages your movements, letting her hands run up and down your back, murmuring praise into your ear. She wanted to lure you into a false sense of security, knowing that when she fucks you, it would absolutely ruin you. "That's it Detka, ride Mommy's thigh," her low tone at your ear and the words cause you to groan, your movements becoming frantic as you were so close. "Make a mess on Mommy's thigh," she bites down on your ear, letting out a soft moan of her own to tease you further. The combination of her dirty words, the lewd noise and the friction against your clit easily sends you crashing into your first orgasm of the night, hips stuttering while a string of filthy sounds spill from your lips.

Mommy's not finished with you yet Dorogaya.

Her hands continue to guide your hips, a whimper leaving you at the overstimulation and head leaving the comfort of her neck to look into her eyes and ask her to slow down. You're met with hungry eyes instead, her mouth crashing to yours messily, taking your breath away and stopping her movements as she loses herself in the kiss. The kiss is firm, like she knows exactly what she wants as she intends to drive you crazy, make you obsessed with her the way she is you.

"You were so desperate to come last night Detka," she sighs out in a taunting tone, panting for breath as she flips the two of you over, her front flush against your back as you're laid down on your stomach, sandwiched between her and the soft mattress, "So we're not going to stop until you beg me to." She pushes her hips forwards so you can feel the large strap on she's wearing, a sinful noise escaping you at what was about to happen.

"Mommy please," her hands lift your skirt up, fingers sliding under the waistband of your panties and dragging the fabric down, discarding them somewhere in the room before removing her jeans to reveal the strap.

The toy is teasingly placed against your folds, Wanda's mouth near your ear once more as you can hear her low sighs, adding to the fuel to the unbearable heat pooling between your thighs.

"Mommy please, I want you inside me," you whimper out, Wanda letting out a small condescending noise at your pleas, "Please, I need you." To continue the torment, she pushes her hips forwards, causing the toy to slide against your soaking cunt, a low groan escaping you as you tilt your head to look at her. She claims your lips while continuing to rock her hips forwards, teasingly sliding the toy against you while also coating it in your arousal.

Once she's had enough of teasing you, and herself, she positions the toy at your entrance, slowly easing it in as you would have to adjust to the size of her. The groan was swallowed by her mouth, the older woman placing one last kiss on your lips before moving to kneel, wanting to watch how the strap is swallowed up by your greedy cunt.

Mommy's little slut.

"Look how pretty you look stretched around my cock," she sighs out, watching intently as she slides the toy deeper inside you, revelling in the dragged out moans from you. "All mine," she mutters more to herself, indulging in her wildest thoughts about you as something within her snaps.

She pulls out swiftly and slams the toy back in, a scream reverberating around the room as her hips start a fucking brutal pace of pounding you into the mattress. Her movements become almost animalistic, needing to make you hers as she places one hand on your head to keep your face pressed against the sheets.

Your mouth parts into an o shape, a series of lewd and down right sinful noises torn out of you as she thrusts her hips into you with force, her hand releasing your head to hold your hips, pulling you back onto her cock, letting it reach deeper inside you.

"Mommy, fuck, you feel so good!" your body buzzes with pleasure at the constant feeling of the toy reaching all the spots inside you, Wanda wishing she could feel how tight and wet you were around the false cock, wanting to feel how you clenched so desperately around her.

"Shit, you're taking Mommy so well," she pants out, her hips somehow gaining more power as she fucks you like she was starved. The way you moan her name spurs her on to fuck you harder, choked moans spilling out of you, pleas falling off your lips like a chant. "Fuck, you like this don't you Detka?" she sighs out breathlessly, watching how your hands desperately clutch at the sheets. "You love being Mommy's fuck toy, my little slut."

"Yes," you don't even hesitate, "I love it, I'm yours, your slut."

Mine. My slut.

"Mine," she notices how your body starts to shake slightly beneath her, how it was getting harder to fuck you. "Come on Dorogaya, come all over Mommy's cock like a good girl," as if on command, your body crashes into a state of pleasure and euphoria as she continues to pump her hips into you.

Your body can't comprehend the pleasure flowing through your body as the toy is driven deeper and harder into you, a hand making its way to your hair and pulling hard, dragging another whine out of you.

Her hands move to wrap around your waist, lifting you into a kneeling position in front of her, mouth at the side of your ear while one of her hands wrap around your throat.

"She can't make you feel like I can, can she?" she rasps out, relentlessly pounding into you even in the new position, another powerful orgasm tearing through your body as all you can do is moan her name pathetically.

"Mommy," you practically sob out, back arching into her touch as one hand travels down the front of your body, fingers finding your clit and circling it to build up another orgasm.

"Answer my question Detka," she husks out, tears flowing freely down your cheeks as you can't comprehend anything other than the feeling of her cock mercilessly fucking you. "Oh Dorogaya," she chuckles out at your state, unable to answer her as you're completely lost in the pleasure. "She can't make you feel like Mommy can, you only need me Dekta," she purrs into your ear, "You don't need her. Only Mommy, only me," your body shakes against her when another powerful release crashes through you, a choked sob escaping you at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure.

"I-I can't," you whimper out between heavy breaths and small moans, Wanda letting your body rest against the sheets, admiring how your legs shake and tremble. Her hands guide you onto your back, your teary eyes meeting her enticing green, a softer glint in them now. "Mommy," you whine, moving your arms to wrap around her body, needing to feel her close.

"Mommy's got you Detka," she softly coos, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before slowly moving her hips forwards, the toy brushing your sensitive core. You let out a small noise but she simply shushes you gently, pressing another soft kiss to your face, "Give Mommy one more Dorogaya, just one more for me," she watches your face, noticing the subtle nod from you before sliding the toy back in, starting a much slower pace of gently thrusting her hips into you. "Good girl," she sighs out sensually against your lips, groaning into a kiss when your nails dig into her back, "That's it, I'm so proud of you Detka, so proud," you can only let out a whimper in response to the praise, mouth messily meeting hers as you struggle to maintain the kiss, eventually giving up and looking up into her eyes.

Theres a raw tenderness in her eyes as she fucks you intimately, wanting to watch you attentively as you come undone beneath her.

"Come for me," she whispers against your lips, a final orgasm tearing through your body as you moan into a kiss, her letting your body relax after you've ridden out the aftershocks. "I've got you," she sighs out softly, sliding the toy out of you and pulling your practically limp body into her arms, letting you bury your face at the crook of her neck as your hips still twitch occasionally. "I'll take care of you Detka," she mumbled against the top of your hair, exhaustion consuming your body as you relaxed into her embrace, barely understanding her words. "My beautiful girl," her fingers trail up and down your back as your body drifts to sleep, enjoying how much you were depending on her in this moment, "Noone can take you from me now."

Not even her.

***

Tik. Tok.

The monotonous ticking of the clock quietly invaded your thoughts, interrupting the conflicting emotions bubbling inside you. You had spent most of the day lost in thought, unable to stop the way your mind relentlessly raced from possibility to possibility. Yesterday with Wanda felt amazing, it was something you had been wishing for a while now but that, that selfish desire, stirred guilt inside of you. Yesterday with Wanda felt horrible, it should never have happened and despite the way it made you feel, you couldn't enjoy it because you had royally fucked up.

The day consumed by your thoughts made you realise one thing. You loved Natasha. You started to imagine your life without her, like you currently were now as she was on her way back from the airport, and you couldn't bear it. The loneliness, the lack of lingering touches and soft words... The idea of losing her unnerved you, no, it terrified you. You should have seen this coming really, the guilt and regret but you didn't, too busy being blinded by lust and your own selfish wants.

As soon as the sound of the front door opening reached your ears, you snapped out of the spiral of thoughts, put a smile on your face, and rushed to meet your girlfriend. Her face lit up at the sight of you, your body crashing into for an embrace, a large puff of air escaping her when your bodies collided.

"Seems like somebody missed me," she chuckled out into your hair, hugging you back just as tightly as you smiled against her.

Guilt gnawed at you as your body melted against hers. You knew what you had done was wrong, and there was no taking it back, but all you could do now was to make sure she never found out.

It was ironic to you, you loved her that much you couldn't hurt her yet you did the one thing that would truly break her. Natasha... she owned your heart in a different way and that's what you realised recently. You loved her more than you realised and the guilt that had started to brew inside you would soon drown you. You would have to-

"What's got you thinking so hard?" she murmurs to snap you back to reality, pulling back from the hug, looking into your eyes, brows furrowed as you were deep in thought.

"Just thinking about what I did while you were away," you dismiss, offering her a smile as you gaze lovingly into her emerald eyes, her smile growing at the sight of yours.

"Oh yeah?" she hums, letting hands roam your back before guiding you towards the living room, falling onto a sofa with you following, moving to sit you in her lap. "What did you do?"

"Think about you," it wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the way she thought you meant it, her lips stretching into a wide smile, a soft and content expression taking over her face.

"Aren't you the charmer," she laughs before letting her face rest at the crook of your neck, your arms snaking around her body as you just hold on to each other. "I thought about you too," she confesses in a whisper, a different tone to her voice before she disguises it, changing the subject. "I can't handle business trips with that man," she groans, the vibrations tickling your neck as you laugh at her annoyed tone, letting your hands rub soothing patterns across her back. "He's so annoying," she grumbles and you just move her face away from the comfort and safety of your neck, guiding her chin with your finger closer to your lips until they're merely inches apart.

"Well, you're here with me now so forget about him," you whisper, eyes watching how her eyes slowly darken, her gaze flickering between your eyes and lips. She leans in softly to press her lips to yours, a soft noise escaping her as she loses herself within you. She loved you unconditionally and soon she hoped to do the one thing you'd both been dreaming of.

"I was thinking," she says breaking the comfortable silence, "Why don't we invite Wanda and Vision one night for dinner, as a little thank you for bringing you home after the volleyball club?"

"Oh," you say, nervously chuckling as you weren't sure you would be able to handle dinner with them both there. "I mean would that be necessary? She said it was no big deal, she just drove home as normal."

"Yeah," she trails off, "But it would be nice to get to know them a bit better, don't you think?"

You offer a fake smile, nodding your head in agreement with her before diverting the conversation, pressing your lips to hers once more.

Her hands soon drift lower to your ass, a genuine smile breaking out on your face as you laugh into the kiss, "So eager," you tease, pulling back from the kiss. "I have a surprise for you now, this can wait till later," you whisper to her, her eyes lighting up with interest as she's intrigued by what you have planned.

"I'd argue this is better than any surprise," she purrs out seductively and you're so tempted to scrap your plan and take her to bed now, but you just about resist.

"Nat," you sigh out warningly, a smirk taking over her face as she watches how your pupils dilate at her tone "Go upstairs into the bathroom, the surprise is there," you murmur, climbing off her lap and watching as she pushes herself up off the sofa, following you up the stairs. She may or may not have chosen to follow you because she wanted to stare at your ass but she'd never admit that, even if you knew that's why she did it.

"If you wanted me naked Moya Lyubov, all you had to do was ask," she teases when walking into the ensuite, smiling at the way you had candles lit around the bathtub, a relaxed atmosphere taking over the room.

"Just shh," you say, pressing your finger to her lips to shut her up playfully, earning a raised brow from her. "I know how stressed you can get after these trips so I thought I'd treat you to a nice relaxing bath," you explain. Whether you did this because you truly loved and cared for her or whether it was a feeble attempt to make yourself feel less guilty, you weren't sure, all you knew is that you adored the soft and content glint swirling in her eyes.

"Are you going to join me?" she whispers while feeling the warm water with her hand, smiling as you must have planned it to be the perfect temperature for her.

"Do you want me to?" you whisper to keep the tranquil atmosphere, watching as she slowly starts to strip, eyes snapping over to you while a chuckle leaves her lips. She answers you by walking up to you, revelling at the way your breath hitches as her naked body stands in front of you, and pulls your shirt over your head, signalling for you to strip as well.

Soon, both of you are in the bathtub, her body pressed against your front as she leans her head back against your shoulder, her eyes closed as her body relaxes. You can feel the tension and stress flowing from her body, letting your arms wrap around her middle as you both just savour the moment. The lingering, innocent touches and soft words soon disappear, her hands desperately grasping the side of the tub as her knuckles bleed white with the intensity of her grip.

"Right there," she moans at the shell of your ear, your finger circling her clit while your other hand tries to keep her hips still, not wanting the water to spill out of the tub. "Fuck, just like that," she groans, muffling her moans by kissing your neck. You slide your fingers back into her, curling them just how she loves it, earning a broken moan that tickles your skin, a heavy breath following it as you can feel her tightening around you.

"Come for me Nat," you whisper lowly into her ear, crashing your lips to hers to swallow her moans as she tumbles over the edge, body tensing against yours as pleasure shudders throughout her. The kisses turn messy and slow as she rides out the aftershocks, a softer moan escaping her as you pull your hand away, wrapping both of them around her body and pulling her closer for an intimate embrace.

Her head lolls back against your body, a tired expression on her face as she lovingly gazes at you, a smile toying on her lips as you look at her.

"Thank you for the surprise," she mumbles playfully, a small laugh escaping you as she settles against your body again, the two of you enjoying the lukewarm water before it gradually becomes cold.

You simply kiss her forehead and enjoy the last bit of the warm water before deciding to get out. You both quickly dry off, not without a few more lingering looks and not so innocent touches, before slipping on clothes to sleep in.

You walked over to the window while Natasha quickly left the room for something, looking into Wanda's room to see her sat on the bed, book in hand. It was as if she knew you were watching her as she lifted her head to meet your gaze, her head tilting curiously as she sensed something was up with you, brows furrowing at your tense form.

What's wrong Detka?

You lowered your head in shame as you shut the curtains, unable to see the anger flicker across her face or how her jaw clenched hard.

What are you doing? You're mine. Stop hiding from me.

Natasha soon returned, snaking her arms around your waist and dragging you into bed, moving around so your head could rest on her chest, legs intertwined under the duvet as you cuddled against each other.

"I love you," you whispered to her, wanting her to know that you did love despite your... mistake with Wanda.

"I love you too," she murmurs softly, pulling you impossibly closer before allowing sleep to take over her, the eventful day catching up to her.

You remained awake for a while longer, unable to turn your brain off as you contemplated what you had to do. You tilted your face to look at Natasha, admiring how peaceful she looked as she slept before coming to a final conclusion on what .

You had to break it off with Wanda, no matter what.

Dorogaya, I'm never letting you go.

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬

Returning home to your husband after a long day was always a blessing you were grateful for, even when he was an insatiable menace; for home is where your heart was, and your heart was always with him.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ☼ Farmer!Husband!Bucky Barnes x Wife!F!Reader

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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ☼ Fluff, established relationship (husband/wife), implied spice

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ☼ I am uploading this on an anniversary of a pretty traumatic event in my life, and I am using it as a reminder that it can be a good day, and to remind myself that things can be happy and full of good memories, too.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔 ☼ State Lines by Novo Amor ☼ To Build A Home by The Cinematic Orchestra

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𝑭𝑨𝑹𝑴𝑬𝑹 ☼ 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒎.

𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 ‘𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The sound of the countryside had always soothed you. The lows of the cows that scattered themselves around the fields, the bleating of herds of sheep while sheep dogs circled and herded them home; horses would often follow your truck down your driveway, too, but not today.

It had been pleasantly busy down at the farmer’s market. People from all walks of life had flocked to your stall to get the best picks from your fresh produce – your most popular item on offer by far were your peaches, and the beautiful, sweet homemade jam made from them. The jars lining the table had disappeared quicker than you could stock them.

Dust clouded your view from the rear-view mirror as you turned towards the farmhouse, and you sighed heavily with relief when you saw Colton standing by the steps. The stallion was watching your truck approach with bright, curious eyes, but he was still geared to the nines in working tack.

You pulled your truck into its spot and killed the engine. The warmth of the air as you opened the door made you feel at home.

“There she is!” A voice called, and you looked over just in time to see Bucky walking out the door of your home, smiling widely, his hair mussed, and shirtless. “How’s my girl? How was the market?”

“Hey, Buck,” you said while you stared unabashedly at your husband. Bucky had evidently been working hard out in the fields with the cattle–and you thanked whoever had blessed the earth with the perfectly placed rays from the setting sun. “It was good. Busy, as usual.”

Bucky smiled happily and made his way over, pulling you into a tight hug and lifting you up so your feet left the ground for a second. “Missed you, Peach,” he murmured against your hair before kissing your temple.

“Missed you too,” you hummed, a sigh of contentment leaving you. “How are Bessie and Bubba?”

The two calves had lost their mother a few weeks ago, and you had taken it upon yourself to care for them, with the help of the heifers that tolerated your company, and, of course, your meddling husband.

“They’re good, dramatic and loud as ever,” Bucky replied. He grabbed your hand and led you towards Colton. “I just have to finish up out here and I’ll be inside.”

Colton, the ever sturdy and calm stallion, was nosing at the kittens lounging on the porch, all the while ignoring the dogs bounding around his feet. “Mac, Lilo, enough,” Bucky called, and the dogs hastened to obey, tongues lolling when they settled at Colton’s hooves.

“They don’t call us a farm for nothing,” you mused, and Bucky chuckled.

The hat resting on Colton’s saddle lifted with Bucky’s grip, and was placed on your head–the snug fit, but perfect. “Y’know what they say, Peach, don’t you?”

You rolled your eyes and reached past Bucky to pet Colton’s neck. “I do, you horndog. Now go finish up so we can have dinner.”

Bucky saluted and started his trek to the barn a little way from the house, whistling to call Mac, Lilo, and Colton. “Here, c’mon. Bed time.” You were a ways up the steps to your front door when Bucky’s boots suddenly scuffed the dirt, like he had turned around to look at you, and he shouted, “You’ll be my desert, right?”

“Move your ass and I’ll consider it!”

You laughed heartily while Bucky made a show of turning on the spot and jogging towards the barn, his hair flowing freely with the quick pace. “C’mon guys, get a move on!”

Your heart swelled as you watched them all rush to the barn, Bucky’s laugh carrying towards the house to envelop you like a warm blanket on a freezing night. The house the two of you had built suddenly felt all the more like a home than ever before.

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anantaru · 2 years

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𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗣𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 !

˖˚˳⊹ praising you (praise kink) feat. diluc : xiao : zhongli : childe : ayato x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗜𝗟𝗨𝗖

praising you for all kinds of things was diluc‘s favorite love language. He‘s so in love with you, can barely contain himself when you‘re straddling him, hands resting on top of his shoulders while you‘re slowly grinding yourself down on his growing bulge. His breath was warm against your neck, resulting in a shiver running down your spine from his small antics.

"you‘re beautiful." he‘s musing your way, eyes half lidded and watching you through his lashes. Diluc‘s warm hands are prancing over your figure, soon resting on top of your hips to push you down onto his throbbing bulge. "you‘re so good at this, you know?" his voice was hazy, his lips forming into a grin when he noticed your eager expression, so eager to please him. His thumbs were rubbing circles over your soft skin, your clit working against his bulge as he let out a low moan, thoroughly enjoying you loosening up against his hold. You retracted yourself up his thigh a bit, head thrown back in ecstasy, eyes scrunched shut and lips slightly agape as you desperately gasped for air. "you‘re doing such a great job for me." diluc‘s voice breaks, shivering as you gradually brought the both of you to your very much deserved climax.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗫𝗜𝗔𝗢

xiao was whimpering against the shell of your ear, "you’re unreal." his voice was barely a whisper, only hearable for you as his mind went utterly blank only to be refilled with lust and passion. Your body was shaking underneath him, arms wrapped around him tightly while he‘s snapping his hips forward into your heat.

"you feel.“ his sentence breaks in two, a low moan from deep inside him rolled off the walls, "you feel amazing." your head lolls back on the pillow at his intimate words, your legs spreading wider for him to properly nestle in between as his pace increased. Xiao was lost in the feeling of fucking you silly, lost in your warm walls grabbing him and sucking him in tightly. Your cunt was throbbing at his failed attempts to accommodate his girthy length into you. "i‘m becoming addicted to you." xiao‘s voice was almost unrecognizable, it was higher pitched while his eyes had a sprinkle of lust in them. Your legs wrapped around his body to have xiao‘s warmth engraved in your skin, moments like these truly were one of a kind to the both of you.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜

zhongli layed in between your legs while his tongue toyed with your clit. Your thighs were shivering around his ears which only coaxed him on to continue and go faster around your sweet bundle of nerves. A sheen layer of sweat was glistening along your body from the immense thrill he inflicted on your figure before he looked up at you for a moment.

"your taste might be my favorite, love." he pulled his tongue away from your heat. Your slick— which covered his mouth and glistered over his chin made the situation unexpectedly hotter for you in a way you weren‘t quite able to decipher, even if you were to try your hardest. Your hands tugged at his unruly hair with lust written all across your glassy eyes. "you‘re so addictive, it‘s beyond real." he murmured softly, his words felt like a warm hug to you, his tongue digging in between your puffy folds to taste you further as you started to lightly grind your hips on his face. "let me give you what you deserve." zhongli‘s smiling at you now, his nose nudging your clit and adding to your pleasure. He traced his fingertips over your lower stomach to tease your frame, looking up through his lashes as he continued to ravish you to somehow satiate his hunger for you.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗘

"you look so fucking hot stuffed full with my cock." childe‘s smiling a little, his grin faintly painted on his lips as he helped you bob up and down his throbbing member. He‘s so sensitive right now, yet ajax‘s trying to compose himself, chewing on his cheeks to prevent himself from moaning even though he knew you adored whenever he was vocal with you.

the burn in your jaw was more prominant than most of the time, your tongue swirling over his shaft and rubbing against his thick vein expertly. Ajax is throwing his head back at the feeling, "fuck you’re perfect for me." arching his spine into your mouth until his tip was grazing over your throat. You sigh into his thick cock, your lips perfectly wrapped around his shaft while you‘re scrunching your eyes shut to properly feel him in your throat. Childe chuckles at the way you were struggling, his digits running through your hair and tugging it ever so often when he‘s starting to throat fuck you. His thrusts slow and easy, somehow lazy yet steady. His grip on you was getting tighter, you made sure that you relaxed your jaw whenever he’d push himself back in. He‘s cupping the side of your face now while a thumb pets your cheek in the process, your fucked out features encouraging him to go deeper until he‘s finally spilling himself deep down your throat, continuing to shower you with praises afterwards.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗔𝗬𝗔𝗧𝗢

"come on baby, you‘ll get there." ayato‘s so close right now, his body was heavy on your own as he snapped his hips forward into your heat. His cock was hard n heavy grazing through your walls while getting sucked in by you with every thrust. You could feel him twitch inside of you, your legs circled around his hips to hold him close.

"Take your time, you‘re doing amazing." his voice was hazy, in between harsh breathing, one of his hands was placed on your hips for some support while the other one was lazily stroking your hair back, nudging your forehead with his nose before increasing the pace he was going for. "you‘re doing so great for me, you know that?" you could hear those sweet words all day, it made you feel all warm inside, your tight cunt holding him close and gushing around his shaft while you‘re throwing your head back from the immense pleasure you were currently experiencing. Your legs were shivering, muscles strained as ayato realised on how close you really were. He moved down to capture your lips in his own, pushing his tongue into your mouth with saliva melting into each other, your climax— that was building up heavily deep inside your gut finally releasing at the same time as he filled you up with his seed, warm ribbons of white coating you in thick spurts. The both of you are gasping for air now, relaxing in your afterglow as the sweet praises from ayato continued to fill your stomach with sweet butterflies.

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