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bucks-babe · 21 days

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Pairing: Notsovirgin!Bucky x f!reader

Summary: While having fun with your boyfriend, an accident occurs, leading to another first for Bucky

Warnings: Wrong hole, Bucky cums so much, squirting, Bucky is a sweet boy, unprotected p in v, anal, anal fingering, dirty talk, small mention of prostate cancer (Like one line), Bucky is an innocent baby, anal to vaginal fingering (DON’T DO THAT), Bucky calls reader a whore once, but it’s sexy, overstimulation?, daddy kink (I can’t help myself), Bucky is becoming a dom??, no crying during sex (I know, shocker)

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Part of the Virgin!Bucky series. It can be read as a stand alone as well. But you shouldn't read it alone because it's filthy! And it's worth it to see Bucky becoming more and more a lover of Sex! Beta read and idea from the incredible @buckys-wintersoldier Blame her for the filth you are about to read. She’s the one who put this idea in my head. I can’t be held responsible for the feelings you experience. However, any and all mistakes are my own. But you wrote that!!!! A lot of filthy ideas which dropped my jaw and let my pasta almost fall out of my mouth!

You and Bucky have been fucking like rabbits ever since the day he lost his virginity to you. He was addicted to the feel of your tight cunt wrapped around his cock, never lasting more than a few minutes, but able to keep going thanks to the serum coursing through his body. He wonders if he will ever be able to last longer. You say you don’t mind that he can’t control how fast he cums, but it doesn’t make him feel any better that he can’t.

Even with that thought nagging at him all the time, the moment he enters you his mind goes blank, only able to think about how wet and tight you are. Never experiencing anything like it before. Almost every night you have to change the sheets, the sheer volume of his cum too much for your body to handle; however, that doesn’t stop you from fucking him every damn day, waking him up with blowjobs when he has morning wood, or the way you beg for him to cum in you just one more time.

Bucky understands now. He understands why people go so crazy over sex. The pleasure you give him makes him weak in the knees, not a single thought in his head, only the urge to fill you up over and over again.

That’s how he ends up in bed, railing you. Legs thrown over his shoulders taking his brutal assault. He’s gotten more confident each time he fucks you. He may not last long, but he makes up for it with how many times he can cum and keep going. The both of you writhing in pleasure, him drawing seven orgasms from you already, eating your pussy for over an hour.

He wasn’t too far behind, cumming inside of you three times and once down your throat. The sounds of your fucking is louder than ever, your squirt mixed with his excessive loads making you wetter than ever. “Fuck, doll, this pussy is so fucking wet, filled up with my cum. So fucking dirty, letting me use you like this, fucking you like a damn toy. God, my cock is so fucking sensitive, gonna blow again. Yeah, you want that? I bet you do, you dirty whore.”

One thing that Bucky has found out he really loves is dirty talk and degradation. He loves when you do it to him just as much as doing it to you. It makes his cock somehow even harder. Each push of his hips is met with a harsh slap of his thighs meeting your ass and the vulgar sound of the excessive wetness of your pussy.

“Shit, doll, gonna cum. Gonna cum so goddamn much, make this pussy overflow. Shitshitshit, fuck, m’cumming.” His balls pull up, forcing so much cum out of his cock that he swears he’s about to pass out. His eyes roll to the back of his head when he feels you squirt all over him, another wave of cum bursting from him. The force of your orgasm pushes his cock out, but Bucky was brainless now, having cum so much he was losing control of his body.

His hips never stopped moving, almost not noticing that he wasn’t in your pussy anymore, too lost in his own pleasure, cum still flowing from him. He tried to put his cock back in, needing to keep you full of his cum, but the amount of cum and wetness made a slippery mess. At the next thrust of his hips, his cock slides down, not entering your welcoming pussy, rather trying, and failing to enter your ass.

Your hole tight and unwilling to stretch on such short notice takes your breath away. The pain is instant, shooting from your hole all the way up your spine. “FUCK!” You push Bucky off of you with so much force he almost falls off the bed. Curling on your side, you try to gasp for air, the pain knocking the wind out of you.

Bucky is knocked out of his stupor, cock immediately softening when he sees how much pain you’re in. “Doll, what happened? Are you okay?” Ice drenches his spine. He barely started having sex and he’s already hurt you. Everything was fine seconds ago and now you’re curled up in the fetal position gasping for air.

“I’m okay, Bucky, I’m okay.” It comes out breathy but you try to compose yourself for your boyfriend’s sake, needing to comfort him, letting him know he didn’t do anything wrong. You roll over looking at Bucky who looks like a kicked puppy.

“What did I do?” His voice is thick with unshed tears. You’re the last person he ever wants to hurt. You motion for him to come closer to you. At first he hesitates, not wanting to accidentally hurt you again, but you insist so he follows.

“You tried to go in the wrong hole, sweetheart. That one doesn’t open up as easy.” He whines. Bucky can’t deny that the thought of his cock in your ass hadn’t crossed his mind more than once. But he couldn’t ever find the confidence to ask you. Of course he knows that you would never judge him, but he didn’t know that he wasn’t the only one who was interested.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, doll.” You cut off the rest of his apology, not wanting to hear him talk badly about himself.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. A lot of people do that, they just have to prep for it.” That gains Bucky’s attention. Other people want to do the same thing as him?

“I-well-they do?” Bucky can feel the heat rising in his cheeks. He was terrible at having any conversations about what he wants to do in the bedroom, too afraid to ask.

“Yes, they do. If you want we can try it too. We just need to have some prep beforehand, so you’ll fit inside of me and it won’t hurt.”

“It hurts you?” There was no way that Bucky would do anything if it would hurt you. He gets off on your pleasure just as much as his own. Why would anyone want to do something that hurts their partner?

“Not when I’m prepared. You have to work that hole open because it’s not usually meant for that kind of stuff. It’s supposed to feel good for the both of us.” That makes his cock twitch. The feeling of your pussy is so different from the feel of your mouth. They both drive him crazy, but the thought of what your ass would feel like has his cock rock hard in a matter of seconds.

“Can we, uh, can we do that?” His cheeks were on fire, never having been so embarrassed to ask for something in his life. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, not wanting you to see his face. The sound of your giggle makes him curl further into you, feeling the vibrations through his chest.

“Of course we can, sweetheart. I’ll show you what to do, talk you through it.” It soothes Bucky, knowing that you’re there to guide him. To show him how to please you. He has no clue what he would do without you.

“Have you done this before?” Bucky knows he has no right to be jealous of any of your exes when he is the one who gets to be with you, but the image of someone else taking that hole annoys him.

“Only by myself, but I’ll show you how to start.” Gently, you push Bucky off of you, making him sit up on the bed. He stares down at you with so much love you almost just beckon him back to you, wanting to keep him in your arms forever. Nonetheless, you spread your legs, showing him your swollen, cum filled cunt.

You see Bucky’s cock bop with a pulse of arousal at the sight. “Oh, I almost forgot.” Bucky watches as you flip over, ass up in the air causing him to moan. You glance back at him with a smirk, but continue on your mission. Opening the drawer to your bedside table, you pull out a bottle of lube, tossing it to Bucky who easily catches it.

“What is this? What’s lube?” You move back into your original position, drawing Bucky’s attention away from the bottle.

“Well, you gotta get in there somehow. It makes everything slicker, less painful. Open the bottle, sweetheart and put it on one of your fingers. Then I want you to circle my hole with it.”

Bucky whispers a quiet, “oh fuck, that’s so fucking hot,” underneath his breath before popping the cap to the bottle open and putting a generous amount on his finger before bringing it to your rim, circling it just like you said.

“You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart. Always listen so well to me.” Bucky’s hips jerk involuntarily at your praise, wanting more.

“Can I put one in now, please?” Oh, your baby was desperate. You look right into his eyes and nod, letting him know he can. “Shit, you’re so tight.” You only gasp, the feeling of his finger inside of you is so much different than your own. He slowly pumps his finger in and out, curling it to find your spot. His brows pull together in concentration, not being able to find it. He has to put his ego aside and ask for help, he knows it. “Doll, can you show me where it is?”

“There’s no g-spot in my ass, sweets.” This stops his finger, his head immediately falling, not wanting to look into your eyes. He knows men have a prostate, it was a whole deal back in the day with men getting cancer. So why didn’t you have one?

“But, what about your prostate?” The poor thing. You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing. He doesn’t know any better and he just wants to make you feel good. The last thing you want to do is make him feel bad for something he didn’t know.

“Oh, sweets, women don’t have them, only men do.” This was a very awkward conversation to have when Bucky’s finger is still in your ass, just sitting there unmoving. Bucky bites his bottom lip, avoiding eye contact with you. Why can’t he do anything right? First he tries to spear you with his cock in your ass and now he is trying to find a damn prostate that you don’t even have.

“M’sorry, doll. I didn’t know, I just thought everyone had one.” Bucky feels the blood slowly leaving his cock from the mortification. You felt your face heat up too, the pressure of his finger a constant reminder that he was inside of you.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, just move your finger like you would your cock. All you have to do is be gentle and you’ll get the hang of it.” When he finally looks up at you he has the sweetest pout on his lips. Keeping eye contact with him, you trail your hand down your body, meeting his hand where it resides inside of you. Wrapping your hand around his, you guide his movement, slowly trusting his hand until he starts to move it on his own.

“It feels so tight. How am I going to fit in there?” Just the thought of his cock in the hole that is struggling to accommodate one finger has the blood rushing right back into his dick.

You let out a small moan, enjoying the feeling of Bucky’s finger, much better than your own. “You can add another finger, sweets, just be gentle.” Bucky’s breath hitches, cock desperate to be inside you, but he knows he has to wait. He brings his middle finger to your hole, rubbing it the way he did the first; his first finger still inside you. After a few seconds he gingerly pushes his second finger in, extremely aware of the stretch around his digits.

“Oh fuck, want to feel you around my cock so bad.” Bucky knows that as soon as he puts his cock in you he’s going to cum. It took so long for him to not cum immediately when he’s in your pussy. Even so, he still can’t last more than a few minutes. It’s still a shock to him that he didn’t bust as soon as you took him in your mouth for the first time.

Bucky keeps up the pace with his fingers, ignoring the ache in his cock. When you tell him to add another he eagerly does so, wanting to stretch you out as fast as possible while keeping you comfortable. You see his hips jerking, trying to find relief from the pressure building up in his balls.

“Spread your fingers for me, sweets, stretch me out for your fat cock.” The whine that leaves Bucky’s lips has your cunt throbbing and your ass clenching around his fingers. He does what you say, like he always does, and the moan that leaves the both of you is salacious. “You like that, huh? You like the thought of your fat cock in my ass, sweets?” Bucky can only groan, frantically nodding his head, his dick somehow getting harder.

“Please tell me you’re ready. Need my cock in you so bad, doll.” He looks like he could cum just from the sight of his fingers in your hole. You take pity on him, not being able to stand the thought of him not being inside you any longer.

“Yeah, sweets, just need more lube.” As quickly as he can while still being tender, he removes his fingers and desperately searches for the bottle, squirting more than enough on his cock. Skooching closer to you, he spreads your legs, lifting you up so he can stare at your stretched hole. He places your legs on top of his thighs, looking at you for confirmation before grabbing his cock and lining it up with your entrance.

Slowly pushing in, he can feel the resistance of your ass, yet it was still so welcoming. Bucky’s eyes roll back, his metal hand wrapping around the base of his cock, trying to stave off his orgasm. “Doll, I can’t, fuck, it feels too good, I- oh fuck, m’cumming.” Bucky only had the tip of his cock in your ass. He was vaguely aware that he shouldn’t push the rest of his cock into you so the hand holding the base of his cock moves up his length, jerking his cock to help ride his orgasm out.

“Fuck, sweets, I can feel you filling up my ass. You’re going to make me leak all over the bed.” This only makes Bucky whine more, hips jerking slightly, still trying to stop himself from slamming the rest of his cock inside, but the feeling of his cum shooting in your ass it too hot so you move your hips, trying to take more of his cock, while he’s still cumming inside of you.

“Ohhhh fuuuucck, that’s so good, so fucking good, want to stay inside you forever, keep this tight ass wrapped around my cock all the damn time.” More cum shot out of his cock with renewed vigor. Bucky thought he was about to pass out, fighting off the feeling because there was no way he could miss a second of being inside you.

His head was thrown back, not able to control his head. You felt your pussy throb, slick leaking down to where his cock rests in your hole, clit pulsing, hard and begging to be touched. You couldn’t help yourself, rocking your hips, fucking yourself on his cock that was still hard but not shooting his load anymore. “You’re so fucking big, sweets, stretching me out so much, never felt anything like it before.” It wasn’t a lie, it never felt like this with any of your toys, the fact that Bucky’s load was supersized doing nothing to quell your arousal.

“Bet I could feel myself if I stuck my fingers in your pussy. Massage my cock through your walls. Bet you would like that, wouldn’t you? Yeah, I think you would.” Bucky had no room to talk about how needy you were when he busted as soon as his tip was inside of you, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care when you’re already cock drunk just from the few shallow thrusts of your hips.

All you could do was moan and nod your head, wanting to feel him everywhere. Bucky had to use his flesh fingers, needing to feel his cock through your pussy. Without preamble, he pushes two fingers into your pussy, immediately curling them to feel his cock through your thin walls. “Fuck, doll, you’re so fucking perfect, taking my cock so well.”

He couldn’t hold out any longer, pulling his hips back just to slam them back in, the sound of your leaking slick mixed with all the lube around your ass made a sinful sound. Just that one thrust knocks the wind out of the both of you, only to catch your breath to wantonly moan. “How does it feel, doll? How does my fat cock feel up your tight ass?” The slapping noises only got louder with each thrust, each harder than the last.

“So good, daddy, so fucking good!” Bucky’s hips stutter, cock aching to cum, but he can’t, not yet.

Your moans mixed so sweetly with Bucky’s whines and groans. His fingers rubbing his dick every time he pushes back in. “You’re gonna make me cum again. Need to feel you milk my cock. Need you to milk daddy’s cock for him.” You shake your head, not able to process the pleasure he’s giving you, having already had seven orgasms. “Yes, you can, doll. I need it, need it so fucking bad.”

With his fingers still thrusting in your pussy, his metal hand comes down to rub your clit. Your hips jerk, trying to get away from the cool metal but you have nowhere to run. He fucks you even harder, urging the cum from his balls. You don’t even feel the coil tighten in your belly, overwhelming pleasure sneaking up on you.

You can’t even scream, eyes rolling back, somehow mustering up the strength to push his hand away from your clit. With your ass clenching so hard around his dick, he can’t hold out any longer, cumming in your ass. He feels the wetness of your squirt push his fingers out, wetting his stomach and making his thrusts just that much easier.

His orgasm is just as silent, knocking the words right out of him. He can’t even breath, veins in his forehead bulging, face turning red. This one doesn’t last as long, his balls being drained from all the cum he’s shot out in the past hour. Right before Bucky passes out, he sucks in huge gulps of air, trying to come back down to earth. You both lay there, eyes dazed, looking at nothing, covered in cum, lube, and squirt. Neither of you care, you couldn’t even if you tried. You’re the first to speak, voice hoarse from all the screaming you’ve done.

“We’re going to do that again.”

Bucky can only get out one word, “yeah.”

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walpu · 1 month

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Hi yes hello first of all: the love I have for your Aventurine works cannot be quantified, it’s like my current main source of serotonin

With that being said, hear me out: Aventurine w/ a soft dom partner that can AND will do their absolute best to make him always feel loved. That’s it that’s my request, ty in advance and have a wonderful day 🕺✨

THANK YOU SO MUCH AND SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE THIS

I feel like I really need to write something soft fir him after 2.1 💀

Aventurine x soft!dom reader

notes - gn!reader, nsfw, subby!Aven, no beta

I think I've mentioned it in my previous nswf post but I feel like Aven would be super into body worshipping and would melt if you kiss all over his body.

Start by kissing his pretty face, his eyelids, his cheeks, then his lips. Go down to his neck and press a soft kiss to his "tattoo". Before he gets to react, move to hus chest, kissing and sucking on his oh so sensitive nipples.

Call him pretty, beautiful, priceless, tell him how you love the sounds he makes, how you love him.

Oh how overwhelmingly good it feels for him to be loved by you. Sometimes he feels like he doesn't deserve it, that it's too good to be true.

No one has ever been so soft with him during intimacy, yet here you are, putting his needs over yours and going out of your way to make him feel cherished.

He would gladly overthink it but he has no time to do so, not when you look at him like that, not when you caress his body like that.

Even if the two of you get rough and he gets overestimated, you're here to coo over him, to kiss away his tears.

And aeons, sometimes he wishes for you to be just a little cruel, a little selfish. He's used to that, he can handle that! But this overwhelming love?? It feels so good and yet so alien.

Give him time he's a sucker for that and he just needs time to adjust. And therapy.

Even when you give him commands you're so soft about it, saying please, calling him a good boy, and it makes him feel sooooo weak for you.

He'll either melt into a puddle, clinging closer to you, asking you to touch him more more more or he'll get a bit bratty, trying to provoke a reaction. Depends on his mood really.

I would recommend getting a bit playful with him when he's being a brat but still showering him with love.

Can imagine him daring you to make him do something and then crumbling completely when you just chuckle and pull him for a deep but loving kiss while your hands roam his body and press all the right buttons, touching every sensitive spot. He'll do everything you want after that trust.

Would probably lose his mind if you are being rough and caring at the same time. When sex is not vanilla at all but you're still talking to him like he's the most precious person ever and kiss him everywhere you can reach and praise him. Like!!! The contrast!!!!

Adores aftercare. It means a lot to him that you're here with him when he's so vulnerable, that the whole loving and caring act doesn't end when you're satisfied and don't need anything from him.

Would love to fall asleep in your arms after all that. After all, you're his safe heaven.

#hsr #hsr aventurine #honkai star rail #aventurine #walp's writing #aventurine x reader #reader insert

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suyacho · 7 months

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2AM ft. nagi seishiro

synopsis — being sleepy meant nothing when nagi needed you

kinktober 2023 | taglist

content warnings: minors/ageless blogs dni - everyone in the fic is 21+ - fem!reader - thigh fucking - leaving kisses/marks/bites - handjob - unprotected sex - sweet sleepy sex - teasing & begging - kinda switchy (both sides) - creampie - nicknames - slight praise - titty sucking (for 2 paragraphs) - cockwarming - slight aftercare - 1,9k wc

note: this is my first ever blue lock fic hehe im excited, pls be nice <3 also i wanna say a big thank you for all my beta readers from months ago, i appreciate you guys sm!!

“Baby?” Nagi mumbled, nuzzling his face into your neck, holding you close to him while you scrolled through your phone. “Mhm?” you hummed, putting your phone down and closing your eyes. “You sleeping?” he questioned sweetly, planting kisses on your neck as he awaited your answer.

“No Sei, something wrong?” you answered, a gasp leaving your lips as you felt movement behind you, something poking your back as he continued with the kisses. “Just– wanna hold you close.” he whispered into your ear after a small pause, his actions telling you enough about what he meant.

“That’s fine baby, you’re not tired?” you smiled, gently stroking his arm while moving against him, earning a needy whimper. “A bit…” he admitted, it only being normal considering it was midnight. His skillful hands slipped under the shirt you were wearing, massaging your chest lazily.

Words weren’t said as you continued grinding on him, feeling him growing hard against his sweats, the heat creeping between your legs. “Sei…” you whined, the friction and him toying with your nipples not being enough to give you the pleasure you needed.

“Yes?” he answered, voice groggy from being sleepy, yet not sleepy enough to call it a night, not before he had you. “More, please.” you begged, using one hand to rub yourself through your panties and the other to place over Nagi’s hand that was massaging your chest teasingly.

Nagi didn’t say anything in reply, he just pulled his sweats down enough to free his hard cock, hissing at the cold air hitting it. A groan leaving his lips as he slid it between your thighs, whimpering when feeling how wet you were, even through the fabric.

“Baby you’re dripping.” Nagi taunted you, starting to move slowly. “‘n you’re teasing Sei.” you whined, clenching your legs together. “Am not.” Nagi mumbled cockily as he continued fucking your thighs, his hands glued on your body as he planted kisses on your neck and shoulders.

If there was one thing that Nagi was, it was clingy. Nagi could never keep his hands, or lips, to himself when you were alone. He loved having you as close as possible, especially if that meant being buried balls deep inside of you and holding you tightly, even if he was sleepy.

“Mhm, but you love it.” Nagi murmured, continuing with his thrust, hissing at the feeling of feeling your skin against him. Already desperately moving, and playfully biting on your neck. Embarrassment taking over as he buried his face in your neck, his hands still working their way on your body, toying with all your sensitive spots.

Squeezing your thighs together for some more friction wasn't enough for either of you, you needed Nagi inside. While Nagi could cum like this he refused to do so, he needed to cum inside of you.

“Sei enough..” you whined, the heat becoming unbearable as you moved away from him, Nagi letting out a defeated groan in response. Quickly, you slid your panties off, turning around to finally face him this time.

“Hi baby.” Nagi smiled innocently, stroking a few hairs out of your face as he caught his breath, face still flushed from his earlier actions. A smile crept on your face as you locked eyes with his droopy ones, your sleepy irises looking into his equally sleepy ones.

“Hi there Sei.” you giggled a bit, closing the gap between you two with a kiss, it being a needy and messy one, showing your desperation for one another.

“You’ve been teasing me so much…” you pouted, resting your forehead against his after pulling back, your hands slowly sliding down his chest, daringly close to his hard on. “You wouldn’t mind if I did it back, would you Sei?” you continued, not giving him a chance to answer as you grabbed his cock, smirking at the surprised yelp Nagi let out.

“Baby..” Nagi groaned, watching how your hands wrapped around it, his cock twitching at the sight. A broken moan slipping past his lips as you started jerking him off, his face flushed with embarrassment.

“Yes, pretty boy?” you taunted, your thumb sliding over the tip teasingly, knowing exactly how to push his limits. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” he groaned, fucking into your fist desperately to feel it some more, only for you to laugh in response.

You knew Nagi was close and that he probably couldn’t hold back any longer. Luckily he wasn’t the only one, because you were also yearning for him. It was just too fun to tease him a little, even if that meant making yourself suffer a little. “Please baby– wanna fuck you instead.” Nagi breathed out, loving the way you touched him but not wanting to bust his load yet. “Then fuck me Sei, I need you so bad.” you whispered, pecking his lips sweetly.

“So desperate for me.” Nagi laughed teasingly, pushing you on your back and hovering over you, swallowing his breath at the view, his cheeks turning a tad bit redder. The dim lights in the bedroom together with the moonlight peeking through the curtains, let him see just enough. Even after seeing you naked several times, he still got a bit nervous everytime and couldn’t believe the fact that you were his.

Quickly you got rid of any clothing you had left on, spreading your legs and watching how he slowly eased his cock in, inch by inch, making sure you felt all of it. A whine leaving your lips as you reach out for his hand, squeezing it tightly at the slight stretch, getting adjusted to it pretty fast.

“I love you Sei.” you blurted out, fingers intertwined as he started moving, staring down at you lovingly. “Mhm I love you too.” he mumbled, pecking your lips sweetly, his cock twitching at the feeling of finally being welcomed by your warmth.

It didn’t take long for him to set a slow, sensual yet lazy pace, making sure you felt it with every thrust. Nagi didn’t know how much longer he could hold himself together, the fire in his abdomen only became feistier, all because of your teasing.

“Baby?” Nagi groaned, pulling you in a sweet yet messy kiss before you could even answer, just squeezing his hand in response, biting his lips needily once his tip kissed your sweet spot. “R-Right there, please Sei!” you begged, bucking your hips up to feel some more, meeting Nagi’s hips halfway and noticing how his thrusts got sloppier with each one.

“ ‘m gonna cum.” Nagi mumbled in embarrassment, fucking into you at a frantic pace, shamelessly chasing his high as he held your hand, the other hand caressing your side.

It didn’t take much before he finally got there, releasing deep inside of you, a loud groan and your name rolling off his lips. Fucking himself through his peak while he helped you towards yours, secretly hoping you were close as well, since he was exhausted and didn’t feel like putting too much energy in anymore.

Through the quiet of the midnight, the sounds of your skin slapping against one another, your bed creaking and your moans filled the room. Some of his hairs sticking to his forehead, Nagi’s face flush and lost in pleasure, his sleepiness visible on his face. Yetl not sleepy enough to stop him from fucking you, not when you needed him as bad.

“Sorry baby– I c-couldn’t wait.” Nagi apologized, never stopping with his thrusts, eyes filled with lust as he locked his with yours. “Mhm, ‘s o-okay Sei.” you assured him, legs slightly trembling.

“J-Just shows how needy you were for me.” you tried to tease him, voice cracking as his tip kissed your sweet spot once more. Eyes slightly rolling back as a broken moan left your lips.

“Taking me so well baby.” Nagi praised you, pulling you in a messy kiss, sloppy thrusts working you to your high slowly. You let go of his hands, wrapping your arms around him instead as you deepened the kiss. Pulling on his hair, making his cock twitch and make you let out a whine against his lips.

“Feels so g-good Sei.” you whimpered after you pulled back, Nagi’s forehead pressed against yours, the string of saliva connecting you two as he pulled you in another kiss.

Sneakily his hand slipped between your bodies, sensually starting to rub your clit, knowing your release was close from the way your body was reacting.

“J-Just like that, please.” you begged breathesly, your nails digging into his back, feeling the familiar ache between your legs.

“Go on baby, cum for me.” Nagi mumbled, starting to place openmouthed kisses from your neck to your shoulders, slowly working his way down. Watching how you reacted when he licked your sensitive bud, your reaction going straight down to his cock.

“S-Sei.” you gasped, grabbing onto him tighter as he started lapping on your chest. Your eyes rolling back from the stimulation from both sides, feeling like the coil could snap anytime.

Nagi didn’t say anything, he just continued sucking in your skin and rubbing your clit, sloppily fucking into you and making sure to hit your sweetspot with every thrust.

“‘m cumming! S-Seishiro ‘m cumming—!” you tried to warn him, your orgasm washing over you as you scratched his back and moaned out his name repeatedly, being in a state of bliss.

Nagi smiled tiredly, helping you through your high with slow and sensual thrusts, pampering you in kisses sweetly. With his lazy personality and the way he usually exerted little to no energy, one main point in your relationship was that he would never let you go to bed unsatisfied, even if he was “too” exhausted. Your pleasure was more important than anything else.

If there was one thing Nagi loved, it was you first and sleepy sex with you second, especially considering it’s something you guys did often, and it didn’t require too much energy. Nothing ever topped fucking you sleepily and holding you close.

“Good girl.” Nagi smiled, slowly pulling out and reaching over to the night stand, grabbing the bottle of water from it and helping you sit up. “Thank you baby, you made me feel so good.” Nagi mumbled, helping you regardless of being sleepy.

“Drink some—“ he yawned again. “and then we can sleep.”

Carefully helping you take a few sips of water as he sweetly kissed your shoulder. No matter how tired or how much effort it was, Nagi will always take care of you and make you feel loved after sex.

“Thank you baby.” Nagi smiled, putting the bottle down after you had enough. “Mhm, it’s no problem Sei.” you mumbled tiredly, leaning into his touch, the sleepiness slowly creeping back up.

Nagi yawned again, pulling you close to him after you two laid down, slowly pushing in his length again. A small whimper escaping your lips as you relaxed under his touch, closing your eyes after.

Falling asleep with Nagi soothed inside of you being an usual thing you two did, allowing you to be as close as possible.

“You did so good for me, like always.” Nagi spoke softly, nuzzling his face into your after. You didn’t answer yet a smile merely creeped up your face as you slowly drifted to sleep.

“Goodnight baby.” Nagi yawned, figuring you were already asleep, cuddling you as he drifted to sleep peacefully.

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sunkissed-zegras · 2 months

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🍯 angry jack hughes (like after a rough game)

𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬) | jh⁸⁶

♡ ─ word count | 840

♡ ─ warnings | NSFW under the cut, read at your own discretion! rough jack, praise with a sprinkle of degradation, backshots and ummm nothing else i believe?

♡ ─ ev's notes | okay this was SOO hot but idk if i did this justice bc i wasn't in the mood to write rough smut BUT LMK YOUR THOUGHTS! also looking for a beta reader for my writing, pls lmk if ur interested!

Jack was pissed, and that was an understatement. The tension had started from the beginning, up until the final buzzer rang throughout the arena, Jack was angry. The referee was obviously trash and the players were assholes, they were aggressive and unrelenting, pushing the boundaries of a "fair game" to the breaking point. The hits were quick and hard, each one more bone-crushing than the other.

Jack felt the impact of every hit throughout his body, he knew that every hit was going to bruise. But it wasn't just the physicality of the game that got under his skin; it was the blatant disregard for the rules, the dirty plays and the cheap shots. The referee, if you could call him that, was blind to the chaos on the ice, turning a blind eye to blatant penalties and letting the game spiral out of control. Obvious slashes, cross-checks, and trips went uncalled, leaving Jack and his team alone.

But all of that didn't even matter now as he was balls-deep in you, letting out all his frustrations out on you. His hand gripped your throat as he pounded you into the mattress, the headboard slamming the wall with each relentless thrust. His head fell back as you clenched around him, his blue eyes blown out completely. Your legs hung off his shoulders as he fucked you harshly, not letting you move.

Every thrust was met with a loud moan drawing from your bruised lips, making Jack feel somehow even harder. "Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good."

You couldn't even respond in any way, shape or form at this point, you were way too fucked out. Your whole body was hot to the touch, sweat dripping from your hairline and your cheeks a warm color. As soon as Jack walked into your home, he grabbed you and went straight to your bedroom - and you weren't complaining. Jack wasn't usually the rough type but when he was, it was absolutely mind-blowing.

Your mouth hung open as he fucked you dumb, you couldn't even think straight. Your head was spinning with desire and all you could think about was how you wanted this to last forever. Jack began to slow down and you let out a whine. "Turn around."

Jack's voice was hoarse as he spoke and even though you felt like if you were to get up, you'd fall, you still obliged. You turned around and put your face on the warm pillow, arching your back up. Jack held you by the hips and quickly slipped back in, causing another loud moan to escape your chapped lips. You were so sensitive and sore but you knew Jack wasn't in the mood to hear it so you just took his cock, like you were meant to.

"Fuck," Jack groaned as he bottomed you out. His hand found your hair and immediately pulled up, giving you a sloppy kiss before he began thrusting in and out of you. You whined into the kiss as he let go of your hair, focusing on absolutely wrecking you.

His pace was just as rough as before, except now you really had no choice but to let him. Your hands gripped the sheets beneath you as he pounded into you, trying to ground yourself somehow. "Such a slut for me, hm?"

You nodded mindlessly at his degrading words as he kept his thrusts harsh and deep. His hand found your head once again, pushing it into the pillow as he began to pound into you harder and quicker, his hips snapping against your ass. The quicker his thrusts were, the more overwhelmed you felt; you felt like you couldn't even control your own body but again, you weren't complaining.

"Jack, please." You whined out for nothing in particular as he kept fucking you into the mattress.

"Fuck, it's okay." Jack rasped out. "I got you, baby."

His sweet words in contrast with how rough he was fucking you, you felt like your legs were gonna give out any second. Jack felt himself draw closer and closer to an orgasm and he wasn't gonna stop now. His thrusts were becoming sloppy but rough as your cunt clenched around him, he couldn't help but groan. "So close."

You began to feel light-headed as he kept his pace rough, you knew that you were going to cum any second now. Jack pushed your head into the pillow as you cried out, becoming more desperate for some kind of release. "Cum for me, baby."

That was all you needed, you came around his cock as you sobbed out, your tears of pleasure drenching the pillow beneath you. Your pussy was sensitive as Jack kept pounding into you, chasing his own orgasm. "S-slow down,"

Jack ignored your pleads as he kept fucking into your cunt, your felt your body become limp in his hands. With every snap of his hips, you let out a whimper. A few more deep thrusts and Jack was cumming inside of you, slowly riding out his high.

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PART 2 - Genshin Impact SAGAU / Isekai: Gifts to Give Your Allogene!

ELEMENTS HERE: Dendro, Hydro, Cryo, Geo

Part 1 / Part 2 (you're here!)

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Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them only)

Planet: General SAGAU / Isekai Stuff, Platonic Cuteness

Orbit: Headcanons-ish, a couple sentences for each

Stars: a little bit of everybody as of Baizhu/Kaveh update! including rare beloveds like Aloy! (I hope I got them all… at least the playable ones… ) Please understand that some characters are more “foreground” characters and have more screen time so I may have written some more for them because I knew them better!

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: weapons for gifts?? 16+ Older Teen Audiences Advised, light cussing

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& Trigger Warnings: None Known.

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Edit 1/1/24: Hey I expanded on this in my Eldritch Fanfic Post Part 2, but I just wanted to vet the old posts and say I did do a form of exoticism by including the word "Huangdi" throughout this.

I've since replaced it for better readability with "Emperor" but I didn't want to erase my mistake like it never happened. I'm genuinely sorry about this, I never had ill intentions by including it, but regadless of intentions that's the impact of my actions. I'm absolutely going to be looking out for kind of thing in the future/get a sensitivity reader/a beta read from that culture to check me.

I hope you still enjoy my writing and can understand.

Dendro Allogenes:

Tighnari = with some help again to put magic into it, you give Tighnari some head coverings you sewed together that have the power of Cryo in them! So now he can actually see what plants are out in the desert, visit Cyno, or just enter the desert to his heart’s content, which, yes, his tail started unconsciously wagging after you explained what it was. “Oh! For me? Well I’ve taken to avoiding the desert if I can because of… wait a minute, you say it has cryo in it? What? How does that work?? You think it’ll genuinely help me in the desert?? You made it???” Tighnari’s ears are all twitching with excitement, and he’s holding the covering (that matches his clothes/dark green) like it’s a new plant for study, omg he pulled out his magnifying glass and everything-

Collei = so she’s actually a really good seamstress, and makes plushies a lot, esp for kids! but one day you found one of her first attempts, a ragged looking sort of pale pink bunny… her first attempt at a plushie Baron Bunny!! so you decided to mimic her design (still baron bunny but with a sort of Sumeru-like clothing on it), and sew her one! You made a whole day of it, eating together, going to the best spots to sightsee (for as long as Collei was up for it/not too tired) and then gifted her the plushie Baron Bunny! She accidentally let out a small scream that startled both of you tbh, and then snatched that shit so quick lmao, kicking her feet on the picnic blanket and everything! With your permission of course, Collei then tackled you for a hug lol, she ranted about all the little details and made you tell her several times over how you made it so she could make some more in the future too! She may or may not have talked about missing Amber and teared up… but then you redirected her attention to the bunny saying, it’s like a gift from Amber and you really! (you also added a function where, if you squeeze the Baron, it’ll dish out some healing power and some heat! …Collei tackle hugged you twice for that one)

Alhaitham = what a hard person to get gifts for, he’d probably be like “thanks” no matter what you got him 😭, he means it tho, it would just be underwhelming… but on the bright side, he definitely seems like he’d show a deeper appreciation for handmade gifts! Since you learned how to make one for Yoimiya, you decide this calls for another handmade hammock (also bc Teyvat doesnt have hammocks)! You painted symbols like green crystals and geometric patterns, but also lions and a golden Palace of Alcazarzaray for Kaveh, and your symbol, the eight point star (like the four point but with flare/not like the jewish symbol with equal points lol)!! So that way he can keep lazing away, and avoid people more comfortably lmao, and also if he is going to do that, he doesnt have to sit on rocks or hard structures for hours reading, and you hope it’s encouragement for him to spend time outside/take a break and nap! (Haitham knows that’s part of why you gave him this, even if you didn’t say it, and so he makes a point to do that more often to make you happy, take the advice for his health) oh look, after thoroughly looking at your craftsmanship for 10 minutes, you got a smile in addition to a “thanks”, damn, that’s actually how you know he likes it a lot <3 :)

Nahida = you remember vaguely from Nahida’s storylines/friendship levels that she loves games, and so you collect her a nice deck for Genius Invokation TCG! You also made her a cute bag and container for it, her bag is a rose maple moth crocheted bc really this was an excuse to just make the cutest character in Sumeru look even cuter, (like this, i tried very hard ok, bc this doesnt exist yet, im shocked) The first image is most correct, (imagine the face and stuff is cuter/simpler) as that’s also the backpack part! Her eyes were so big when you handed it to her, (you honestly were shocked they even could get any bigger lol). She jumped up and down excitedly with the backpack on (ur fucking heart, just like you intended, the wings flapped around and everything <333) you are also currently working on a luna moth (the pale green moth) in case she wants it to match her outfit more! even tho Nahida insists something handmade once is enough, you can see the childish yearning in her eyes, like a kid trying to say no to a toy that’s being offered right in front of them lmao

Kaveh = pretty girls deserve pretty things, and you were definitely feeling the pressure to make something high quality enough for Kaveh, tho u know he’s sweet enough that he’d appreciate anything you’d take the time to handmake (and tbh.. it sounds a little arrogant, but ur hoping something so cared for by what he, or at least most people see as some kind of all-powerful god above the archons, will boost his self-esteem/confidence in his own worth more, or at least let him know one more person cares about him…) so you didnt make it super detailed, and you put a note on it too to let him know your not as great at that as he would be, but you made a model of the part of the teapot house you’re going to design for him! Like a sort of sneakpeak, you made a small lookalike of Alhaitham and his house, but filled it with decor like if Howl didnt hoard all the cool shit in his room in Howl’s Moving Castle, but instead spread it out, and sort of used your modern taste for layout, (not the ugly ass corporate aesthetic) and a small garden. You also made nearly all the decor and stuff something interesting (like some primogem strings, they can be pretty small, for string lights, lampgrass from Mondstadt that he’s never seen etc.) and while you very shyly handed him the model at first, he was practically vibrating with excitement!! “You made this?! Oh of course I don’t expect perfection, it looks wonderful so far, especially if this was your first attempt!!” Kaveh has like sat down, and is delicately holding it and looking around, and when you tell him it’s an actual space, meant for him, he gently sets down the model and grabs you by the shoulders, “Show. Me. Now. …please?” looking at you with very determined puppy dog eyes lol

Yaoyao = …idk what you expected. It was so obvious. A crocheted bunny backpack. brown, so it matches her, since her basket was brown, or you could leave off the feet, whichever u prefer, and anyway, Yaoyao is always doing things for others, so the little girl was so cute and pink when you actually gave her something instead! (once again, using ur old trick of making the person think u need something then shocking them with a handmade gift instead hehe) She IMMEDIATELY switched it out for her basket and has pretty much converted to using it full time! (tho when she needs the more solid one she’ll still wear it, she just alternates, esp if there’s some occasion she’ll deffo wear the bunny backpack, it’s her “fancy god-made bunny backpack!”)

Baizhu = the doctor isn’t one to talk about himself a lot, so you weren’t sure what he would like other than some new tea… but you wanted to make it yourself so while you were a little disappointed it was just a basic pet gift, you wanted to maybe put a little extra into it so maybe Changsheng will use it and Baizhu will think it’s cute! You crocheted a little pet pod/cave for her to hang out in (imagine this but a Jueyun Chili hehe) and it also has a little crocheted vine rope so the little Jueyun Chili cave can be hung from things, or even tied onto Baizhu’s apron/hold it like a purse! That way Changsheng doesn’t always have to drape across his shoulders/has somewhere to retreat! When you shyly showed Baizhu and Changsheng, he literally clapped, so did Qiqi lol (he usually does those tiny smiles… but this one was the brightest most genuine you’ve ever seen, even in game…!!) You find that Baizhu’s eyes look like that type of person’s eyes were they just look like “happy”, like there’s a little fond sparkle in his eye. Changsheng was all like “about time I got something instead of him! I’m basically an assistant too y’know! …thank you very much, my Emperor.” (if you’re NOT squimish of snake pics, pls look at this cute smile Changsheng would give)

Hydro Allogenes:

Barbara = …so even Barbara was a little hesitant at first, but came around to the idea after some convincing, and some encouragement (and showing her she was capable of it) but you basically ….may ….or may not have… found a loop hole for her being a catalyst? So, thru a lot of persuading Barbara to train with you and Childe (who also thought it was amusing to see such a young girl who’s literally a nun and a singer do this) you got Barbara to make water bombs! Like her circle of notes that float around her when healing, she sings and gestures and similar to her ult, (but like Childe’s E-skill it just switches between the two), the notes fly out and explode in the direction she sings/aims! You wanted to remind her of her old dream of being recognized, and wanting to help in battle in a more combat way, and besides, you’re sick of women getting regulated to the healing magical role in games/anime fantasy, so yeah. You and Childe are literally evilly giggling to each other in the background as Barbara sends quater notes and lines of music that explode (like how water can sharpen and cut things like Childe’s blades? Yeah he taught her that) so intensely that it cuts into the Pyro Lawlachurl, bringing it to its knees- Barbara accidentally cuts its head off as the finishing blow. While she gasps in a little fear, but mostly shock, Childe jumps up and down and starts cheering.

Mona = got sparkly eyes, nearly snatched the gift out of your hand, you made her some awesome earrings from the character banner wishes! All pretty ombre pink and blue they swirl and look so pretty framing Mona’s face, she only wears them on special occasions despite your claim of everyday use, they also help her figure out where the clearest view of the night sky each night but glowing brighter and brighter when she gets closer to seeing clearly, Mona is almost? weirdly envious?? for her past self that had to suffer thru all the inconvenient cloudy nights lmao

Childe = like anon said, a new pair of knit gloves, using the fur from the snow king boar! he’s amazed they never wear out now, and he totally uses them as an excuse to hold your hands all like “I just can’t get over how soft they are, feel them, you did amazing comrade! even better than some Snezhnayan shops!!”, exactly what you expect he’s leaning into your face and everything- 🙄

Xingqiu = an ao3 account you had a hard time with Xingqiu’s, afterall, he’s from a wealthier family, so he can get mostly what he wants, and you don’t wanna just get him another book… so you kidnapped him to Inazuma! (idk if this is canon, or happened in an event or smth I missed idfc) So, you also kidnapped Albedo for this trip, so that Xingqiu could actually see the impact his writing made overseas! While you intended for this trip to make Xingqiu feel better abt his writing, (and to help Albedo feel appreciated too, despite him not expressing much low self-esteem in his art, compliments heaped upon him def cant hurt, plus u can see him go pink too hehe) you also wanted to surprise him with a author book signing! If he was up for it, of course, which he “I absolutely, definitely, certainly am, my liege!” Kid’s practically hopping in place, as you get him all ready for his book signing (and not rlly Albedo bc he’s always fucking perfect, u dont have to do shit, even his messy hair looks nice 💀) …you also may or may not have given him some hair decorations (to help his asymmetrical cutting, not that it looks super bad, but for a change at least)

Yelan = …it’s official. You are intimidated. It’s only pretty hydro women and Ayato from here on, on your “Gift List”. Needless to say, like a few other allogenes, you wouldn’t know shit about this woman if you didn’t read her lore… it’s not a fine replacement, you don’t think, but with (lots of almond tofu, and osmanthus wine too) dev access to help you, you created another bracelet for Yelan. Inscribed (just like the heirlooms) inside simply says “You Are Not Alone”, with your eight star symbol following after (like a four star but with some flare, and also not the Jewish star lol), it glows an otherwordly gold, a contrast to the bright blues of the other bracelet. Its function is a geo shield, to protect Yelan and any teammates nearby when it’s activated, she can also leave the shielded area in one spot, so she can do her e-skill and still protect people. You’d just casually asked her to meet up with you one day in that teahouse you know she runs for intel, and when you presented her the bracelet, she held it delicately, saying nothing as she examined it, reading the inside. A small smile tugged her lips up, and she slips it on as she sips her tea, “…Well, I’ll have to show this to present this one to the family shrine, I think this more than makes up for the heirloom I failed to keep. A replacement from the Guide of Teyvat themselves… Thank you, my Emperor, for this handwrought gift you bestow upon a mortal such as me. …and thank you, for not leaving me alone.” Yelan bows a little in her seat, sharp blue eyes more softened than you’ve ever seen her, trained on yours. Her hands are together in that same praying motion that gives you the weirdest sense of deja vu…

Kokomi = so you don’t know much about her, as the it seems the character lore for Kokomi you can remember was… lacking, to say the least. Hoyo definitely plays favorites, BUT YOU DON’T!! At least when it comes to gift givining so everyone feels appreciated, you got a pretty book (handmade or bought) and got it/made it kinda small, like the size of the book in her idle animation, bc turns out that’s her diary of sorts. You know the priestess feels if she expresses any opinions that her people will just take her side, or her word as… well, a divine priestess, the weight of her title you suppose. She also keeps track of how many spoons she has! Like what things drain her, and what things make her feel better (big social interactions vs. reading a war treaty book by herself for example) So you made her a bullet journal! (here’s one of my favorite bullet journal youtubers, here’s a flipthru of her completed journal) you didn’t fill out the whole thing, just some example pages, to show her the possibilites! …you were kinda worried bc she turned away at first after delicately accepting it, and since it was just you two, she allowed herself turn back around and start excitedly chatting your ear off as she leaned in- and wow. Kokomi’s eyes really are, dreamy, like cotton candy… and they’re so much prettier when she smiles…

Ayato = …you know exactly what to do. Interrupting his busy schedule (and only actually taking one day out of it actually bother him so he can have the others as a secret vacation hehe) to come over to the Kamisato household and homemake some boba drinks for him, Ayaka, and Thoma to try! Mostly Ayato tho, you got all the syrups, the milks teas, the boba, and luckily, were able to get some help from Xiangling in experimenting in making… popping pearls! (they’re edible boba pearls that are actually filled with juice/syrup flavors and burst on your tounge when you barely bite them! they’ve very sweet, and Inazuma definitely didn’t have any different pearls other than tapioca, those squishy black pearls you see in his regular boba tea) …Ayato is literally holding your hand like he’s about to drop to one knee, this man is down bad for boba (and you) and… are those tears?! Is he tearing up?! “I can’t believe… THE Akitsu Mikami… blessed me, personally, with boba?? With NEW boba teas and pearls I’ve never even seen?! …Thank you, my beloved emperor!” Mans has quite literally gotten on his knees, but bc he’s so tall, he can still comfortably hold both your hands in his bigger gloved ones …Thoma is desperately trying to get Ayato up, Ayaka is getting onto her brother in the background.

Candace = it’s not exactly a traditional gift… but the reason Candace doesn’t wear a lot of her jewelry or finery is because of the hard job she has as a Guardian/in the desert, so you figured giving her more things she can’t even really wear wasn’t the way to go.. So instead! You gather a journal or advice from Ningguang, Keqing, Yelan, Zhongli, and all the others in the Qixing who were willing to help you, and kidnapped Ganyu for a sight seeing trip! (since u and Ganyu has that whole “in between two very different worlds” bond) You brought Ganyu because you know if anybody would be good at managing something/getting it started (like the music fest back for Lantern Rite… that I missed bc I dont understand how lantern rite works 😭😭😭 VIOLENTLY SOBS ITS BEEN 2 YEARS AND I HAVENT GOTTEN A SINGLE LANTERN RITE U GUYS-) it would be Ganyu herself! …and to also give her a break. See Aaru Village suffered from little to no economy before Candace finally negoiated with the elders to let Sumeru merchants travel into town/buy from them/sell to them, but she’s had a rough time keeping the old coots from being dicks about it since, …and it’s also hard to convince the younger generations to come back after many wanted to see the outside world because of this… So what better what to solve two birds with one stone?? GANYU!! And all the economy and business advice you could gather form Liyue! You hope that the village flourishing (and helping Candace cut down on shady merchants) would impress the older generation, yet also get more money in the town so they can dress it up a bit more (like fixing unsteady bridges, also u kidnapped Kaveh to help revitalize their cultural architecture buildings back into life/or help make the simple buildings just prettier) Now Ganyu and her are besties (Candace rlly needed another friend besides just Dehya alone to come out and see her in the desert) and the adepti was very willing to come visit her and Aaru Village to help the economy maintain its footing/run smoothly, and Kaveh also comes and works on it/checks on her/the village! …When you initially showed all the plans to Candace, saying it’ll impress the old by bringing back old designs/architecture plus interest/satisfy the younger generations to know their hometown is advancing and make it more appealing to come back to… The Guardian puts her shield and spear off to the side, she lowers her head, and greets you, bc u kinda just started rambling without saying hello- whoops- , “Salaam aleikum Qore, **I have already become the first Guardian to have been blessed by the gods, to receive this Vision was the only aid I could turn to in trying to help my village, my community… but to be blessed once more? I would never have dared to dream, let alone the Ogdoad Qore… I am grateful on behalf of myself, my village, and all of King Deshret’s people. …truly, I did not expect a gods eyes to turn favorably upon us since my ancestors’ time. Thank you, my Qore.” You just give her a smile back, she taught you the return phrase, so you hope it’s appropiate, “Waaleikum us salam.” :)

Nilou = This woman is consumed by dancing, other than keeping the peace (well, within reason apparently bc she’s okay with a coup-) but you’ve heard how hard it can be on dancers, how plenty of them have to have strong muscles to perform consistently. So, using adepti magic, you’ve enchanted this minakari you’ve painted (a type of metalwork that’s then painted by artists, on Earth countries like Iran, India, Afghanistan, Pakistan make them) like the teapot! It’s a small island that has a dance studio, and more importantly, a spa with hot springs, a sauna, and a room full of medical supplies dancers would need like salves, heating/cooling pads (using pyro/cryo), and space for stretches! Overall, just a place for her to get away from all the people and to heal her body up for the next performance, and after getting it all prepped/packed up with supplies, and showing it to Nilou… she literally had her hands over her mouth the whole walk around the rooms and showing her everything. Nilou had already been shocked you’d painted her a minakari piece, let alone all this! Like some others, she was quick to drop the formalities, and before you could even say “I hope you like it!” she was wrapping her arms around you and squeezing as tight as she could, tearing up and saying how happy she was that someone understood how hard dance can be on the body and how hard it can also be to take care of yourself, and how she can’t possibly show her gratitude- wait a minute. She’s pulled back and gripping you by the shoulders, not even bothering to wipe her eyes, before she swears to give you a dance every year with all the culmination of her work as she learns and makes newer and better dances!! <3

Cryo Allogenes:

Kaeya = horses so he’s actually a calvary captain- you actually wanted something that’d emphasize the handmade part of the gift, to really let Kaeya know somebody out there really cares about him, cares about him in the way that they’ll sit down and think of an idea and think of him, and then work for hours, sewing, drawing, crafting something just for him, to happy about. You make him a small, pocket sized photobook, and have a picture of every person who cares about him in all the slots, and near the end, from his last birthday where you gathered everybody together to celebrate, is a photo of Jean, Klee, Albedo, Sucrose, Venti, Rosaria, Noelle, Amber, even Eula, Diona, Mika, Barbara, and Mona came! But most importantly, you got Diluc to host it at Angel’s Share, and after some convincing, got him to get in the picture, you’re slightly off center, sandwiched by Kaeya and Diluc, where Kaeya is mid-laugh at the center, having just seen Diluc’s embarrassed face. It’s the last one in the mini album, and each photo has an even small message at the bottom, giving Kaeya a message from everybody, just for him. At the very end, with the group photo just before, is one of yourself and him posing together, you having taken him out roaming Mondstadt for the perfect picnic spot, just to give an excuse why you wanted a picture with him. And at the time, he found it a little suspicious, but was just flustered enough he let it slide. But now, opening and unfolding this tiny album, full of smiling friends and caring words, Kaeya gives a small, watery chuckle, you’ve left him a message too. “Take care of yourself Kaeya, because someone out there really cares about you. :) “

Rosaria = After seeing her “nun” outfit, there’s no doubt in your mind that Rosaria is yearning for clothes closer to her preferred aesthetic. So, using your knowledge of punk clothes and modern goth religious aesthetics, you’ve made some pieces for her to try! Some black pumps with metal crosses for heels, yes they’re sharp and this nice shawl with beads, and finally, a nice lacy skirt (no you did not make fucking lace, jesus christ, you’re not a miracle worker, despite the belief of some teyvatians-). All of which, wow, got Rosaria to give you an honest to god… smile. A full, genuine smile from Rosaria… yeah that made all your hard work worth it.

Eula = a book on common manners so Eula is actually great at cooking! So what better chaos to gift to her other than introducing her to Xiangling! Especially since you’ve given the young Liyuean cook recipes from your own world for her to try out, she’s been on a rampage of new things, and so what better new experience than a cook from an entirely different country? You also made a small book of recipes (look up how to make a zine book on youtube it’s actually kinda easy) from your world, different from Xiangling’s because you thought Eula would like different recipes than her. …So needless to say you were then being berated by two chefs for not sharing all the recipes lmao, tho that really just gave them reason to share recipes! Also any new spinoffs Xiangling’s already made from the initial ones you gave her, and now Eula not only graciously thanks you for the recipes, but also her new pen pal! :)

Diona = So, to prep for this gift, you forced converted the Cat’s Tail to a non-alcoholic cat cafe during the daytime, and only in the evenings do they start serving alcohol/cats put up. You also got onto Margaret for hiring a child to make alcohol, so instead have Diona work better hours, and only during the cafe time, so she’s not making alcoholic drinks either. (you also checked in on child labor laws in Mondstadt, and ran some paperwork by Jean just in case) But most importantly, you teach Diona all kinds of new drink recipes to make, like Shirley Temples, smoothies, etc. You even (once again, by getting help from Xiangling and Diluc) made a drink for hangovers, but more importantly, helped her make one called “Sober Up” which magically flushes out the alcohol out of someone’s body, so Diona can finally sneak people a drink that (while still cursed to be well-made since Diona made it) is a trip to drink lol, it’s like a blast of carbonation/electricity to the system and will typically make most people very nauseous (but since magic’s doing it, they dont need to throw up, they’re just sick feeling for an hour depending on how much they drank). Diona nearly cried after she saw the effect on hungover customers, and immediately started sneaking them into her father’s drinks, so now he’s leaning more toward sobriety most days, and after finding out what Diona did, started to talk to his daughter more. The next time you see her, and ask after her father, she just wraps her little arms around your waist, the highest she can reach, you hug her back.

Chongyun = for prep for this gift, you painstakingly, slowly convince Chongyun to accept more and more moments of warmth, like trying some spicy food that’s gone cold, but just away from people so he can be silly out in the Liyuean mountains instead, and to try and use exposure therapy to try and get him used to yin energy/warm/excitable things, rather than the inefficient method of just avoiding it all (as it doesn’t always work/deprives him of so many nice things!! >:[ ). So that way! You can finally! Take him to have fun!!! You haul him (and Xingqiu bc the more the merrier) to go swimming in Luhua Pools, go jumping off all the peaks from one to another paragliding, using cryo to surf down waterfalls, and most importantly, go to a hot springs at the end of the day! Chongyun was worried about them being too hot and activating his yang energy, but you all agreed he had been training to get used to it, so now he when he goes to try it, he just relaxes into the heat. He could feel the tug to get out and run in circles and get excited, but finally, Chongyun could just choose to sit and relax into the warmth with friends instead :)

Ganyu = if I had a nickel for every woman In teyvat who just needs a break I’d be fucking rich …Obviously, a day off. But an ACTUAL day off, with work regulated to others, and unless there’s an Osial level incident 2.0 (fuck his wife, you put Shenhe on duty to protect Liyue just in case) NO ONE. IS. TO. DISTURB. GANYU’S. FIRST. VACATION. IN. DECADES. You get her to show you the prettiest viewing spots in Liyue, and as you go, tell stories from your life on Earth, showing her pictures on your phone (from both the internet and ur photos), to show her how mortal you are on one hand, but then how different you are here, upgrading her weapons and artifacts, and most importantly, her gift, a Teyvat modified cellphone! Albedo and you had been working together for months to try and make something close enough to connect ur two worlds, while introducing him to adeptal magic and other powerful objects like primogems and wishes that you have to help power it, that way the only other person who might understand immediately how it feels to be (literally lol) caught between two worlds can always rely on each other! …Ganyu cried. Yep, tears down her cheeks and everything, “…I- I- don’t even- even know what to say? All this, telling me about your mortal world, helping me get stronger, and now- now this? I may not have much to give in return, other than my company and my bow… but should you ever need me, or even wish for me, I will hold you as steady as I hold together Liyue itself, my Emperor." Ganyu’s smile is so, so, so pretty, and all the prettier now that her soft blue hair and sweet eyes are framed by the sunset, like it’s her own gift back to you.

Qiqi = A backpack for herbs! You’ve made sure to stitch her name into it so in case she forgets it’s hers, she’ll just see her name again, and lots of little pockets so she can carry all the herbs/make deliveries, it looks a little like this but with a goat instead of cow, and some cocouts lmao, literally a “coco-goat” milk backpack! She is now the cutest person in Liyue, everyone agrees, nearly every single person who comes into Bubu Pharmacy gives Qiqi a compliment now, and Baizhu will periodically take a break just so he and Changsheng can coo at her lmao (Qiqi made sure she wrote down in her notebook in big letters next to your name “This person made my cocogoat backpack, remember to thank them during prayer times, and collect lots of fresh herbs for them”)

Shenhe = It’s kind of a lot, but really, at this point, you’ve done more for some of the others so this probably isn’t even scratching the surface of how big of a gift you can give, so why not. Going full steam ahead, you furnish her a house at the edge of town, so that she’s not overwhelmed by all the human traffic/people, but still close enough to make the friends she wants! When you first show her the dining/living room so plenty of guests can come over, and begin to tour her through it, the strongest woman you’ve probably ever known gently holds your shoulders and stops you from speaking, and turns you to face her, Shenhe’s eyes are sharp with observation as they roam your face, and then settle on your own wide eyes. Her eyes soften, and a small smile warms her usual stern face, (idc how tall you are, she’s taller, I fucking promise) as she leans down a little to look at you closely in the eyes, “Thank you for being a kind god. You did not have to be so generous to me, and yet here you are. If you ever feel like you’re an outsider in Teyvat, in any country or company you find yourself in, please, promise me you’ll come here. Come home to me?” ✨💘✨

Ayaka = You manage to get her away from her duties to take her out to Sumeru! Mostly so you can introduce her to Nilou, see her performance, and the flourishing arts that now fill Sumeru City’s streets, and more importantly, a dress you made so she could dance with Nilou + dance on stage, she wasn’t confident enough/didn’t want to dance for a crowd, so it’s just you three or just you two after awhile. Ayaka looks the happiest she’s been in awhile, more so than you ever saw in game, and it’s… almost like a breath of fresh air to see her away from what you felt was such an isolating environment, even after the Vision Hunt Decree was over. For her last dance, Ayaka does so alone, a little after the sun has set, so it’s all blue, and the stars are coming out, finally, you get to see an even better version of the dance she gave the traveler that night. She only opens her eyes at the end, to give you the giddiest smile you’ve ever seen on her, cheeks cute and plumped up bc she’s smiling so hard, and bows to you (Ayaka’s thanked you a million times, but she doesn’t need to, you can feel how happy she is just from this)

Mika = THE BOY!! One of the most boys to ever boy in all of Teyvat!! Your boy!!! :D What a boy, he nearly fainted when you handed over his gift one day, and you had to reach out and steady him, then hand him it again 😭 It’s similar to the Marauder’s Map, since you enchanted it (once again, what’s the point of dev access if I can’t make gifts for my skrunklies?) and since you don’t want it to end up in bad hands/get spyed on, it only shows itself with a phrase as well “I wish upon a golden star, to know this land as well as its player.” and it’ll show him everyone in public spaces in Mondstadt, not private homes, but like the plaza, the church, the Knights of Favonius, etc. He thanks you every single time he sees you for the map, as it’s both fascinating to him to have a proper well-drawn map of the city of Mondstadt (you copied it from the Teyvat in game map, but there were some buildings missing bc they’re more real here/more fleshed out as a irl city) but that just made Mika even happier bc he can go and map them out!! Literally can’t talk to you bc all he’s saying is “T-TH-TH-THANK-THANK YOU ALL FURST-!!!” before running away most of the time lol

Layla = An embroidered tiny pillow for her to easily clip onto her bag/fit in it, and take on the go with her! (this but the text just says “Sweet Dreams Layla ♡” ) that you’ve also added scent to, including some sleep inducing magics, so she’s guarenteed to sleep well and efficiently when she uses it! She blushed so hard you thought she was sick at first when you gave it to her, and she also used the pillow as a shield to hide her face as she thanked you lmao, and she made you a pillow in return! …even if she thinks it’s not as good as yours, both craft wise and function, Layla worked for weeks on it! …lol now ur the one hiding ur face behind a pillow (this but they’re all plants of sumeru)

Aloy = …if you had a nickel for every person you’ve provided with a house, you’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird it happened twice… Poor damn heroine just got dragged from one world to the next, just as the last one finally was at peace, now she’s here in Teyvat, where nothing’s familiar, the entire world is set up different, people are nicer and more open here, and there’s still threats looming on its horizon. Needless to say, she is tired, and misses her own homeworld. You really wish on her behalf that Hoyo hadn’t done a crossover, but since she’s here, you figure you might as well make it easier on her. You’ve made another teapot-like adeptal magic container, so she can have a place all to herself, and given her a ticket to your own, afterall, if anybody knows what’s its like to get yanked to another world, specifically Teyvat, it’d be the travelers and yourself, and sure enough as time goes one, Aloy becomes closer with you all, and begins to finally feel a sense of familiarity, she wraps an arm around your shoulders the first time she saw you tried to make her own personal teapot place emulate her homeworld. The widest grin you’ve seen on her face, she gives you a squeeze, “It’s just been one adventure after the next, and when we started out, you were just another stranger in a world I didn't understand. But after everything we've been through, I can say this for certain: My bow is yours, now and always. Thank you for the second home, my king.” Aloy says teasingly, laughing at the face you make.

Geo Allogenes:

Noelle = goddamn when will the busy women trend END these poor souls Motherfucker, you’re gift to Noelle was to knight the damn girl yourself. No, but you nearly talked Jean’s ear off for an hour, after gathering evidence (both from eyewitnesses, and Noelle herself, including other knights and Jean herself) about why the literal fuck Noelle wasn’t a Knight of Favonius yet, and why she should be. After genuinely shaking Jean’s nerves a little, she agreed, and finally, Noelle was going to knighted along with any other potential recruits during the testing season, (as people with high reputations, which, once again, using your god status for all its worth, could recommend new recruits) but most importantly… You gave her a 5-star claymore, which, you do have to somewhat work on yourself physically in teyvat now, but your dev access lets you cheat a little (like the cooking meter on cooking dishes, you’re the goddamn cooking god when hosting guests hehe) so you also are allowed to edit it, like adding a Geo-bonus to the weapon itself! When the ceremony for knighthood was going, and pretty much all of Mondstadt came to finally see Noelle get knighted, you made a fun show of walking out where you were hiding and replacing Jean, to knight Noelle yourself. She’s gone completely red in the face, and is starting to sway a little in her down on one knee position, as you gently place the blade on both shoulders, and grin at her as you turn and pull out the claymore for her. She actually does end up falling over, pale as a ghost, whoops-

Albedo = internet access so he can become a fucking god basically the alchemist is a hard guy to make a gift for, another person you’re a little afraid high-quality handmade gifts would impress him more… so you worked hard, and eventually you managed to make three big notebooks for Albedo, one with lined paper, one bulleted, and one blank for sketches (you did the title page a decent sketch of his pretty face smiling and “For Albedo” underneath, and while that one had a picture, the other two had just the words) and you also loaned him your cellphone for awhile, and suggested the idea of a laptop to make for himself, as he already managed to get you connected to Earth’s internet again, that’s part of the reason you customized/made him notebooks, so he could research from the internet and write down any notes he wanted! …wow. you really did it. after explained all this, and leaving him notes about the laptop idea as loose paper stuck inside one of them, you managed… to get Albedo to… smile. At you. Like a FULL smile, pretty lips, wide smile, and flushed cheeks-!! Albedo caught the notebooks you almost dropped.

Ningguang = what do you get the woman that has everything? so you started to think of things that’d make an experience, and after remembering her lore about her making a chess game, you decided a board game would be good! And if you make the little pieces, it’d be one of a kind too! (she’s the type that really loves handmade gifts/as long as you put effort in it doesnt matter how “bad” it looks to her, she’ll believe it’s still good <3) …So you made a Teyvat version of Monopoly. You figured the business part would be in her realm of expertise, and maybe she could use it to play with business associates or friends, and of course, she’s a competitive woman, so she thinks it’s great, and even asked permission that a marketable version be made (one that’s not nearly as nice quality as hers from you obviously)! Ningguang also treated you very well as a thank you for making it for her, a nice dinner at Liuli Pavilion, with a useful gift of places you haven’t seen in Teyvat yet bc it’s more expansive now that you’re physically here!! You may have gotten over-excited about it… and she may have chuckled at you… and you may have gotten flustered after she rested her pretty hand on yours for nearly half the dinner as you stuttered thru and explanation of the game…

Zhongli = …what do you get the man that has everything (ningguang problem 2.0)?? Well, since you thought of something for her that was an experience a little bit, yet also one of a kind, you figured the same path for the previous God of Wealth/literally invented money/etc. would do, plus he’d the type to deeply appreciate handmade gifts too! Using a few chunks of Light Realm Core, 3 Masterless Starglitter, 1 Intertwined Fate, and 1 Condensed Resin, to make a nigh indestructible Ginko leaf hair pin, which also to replace his last pin, which while not broken, was getting old and beat up (he’s immortal he doesn’ notice these things unless they’re like magically long lasting items lol). But in a few spots are these peach beads like this instead of all white beads, like on the ring both have symbols of longevity, and are usally associated with immortals, you wanted to make something that’d also hold memories (hence the resin, from leylines) so if the erosion ever took him, Zhongli could hold the pin and see some of his favorite memories played back (like misty glittering gold projections)! When you told him all this, the materials, (he obv knew the symbols) and the intentions, and then handed him the gift, his soft smile got bigger and bigger, until you could see him small fangs (❤️‍🔥) and then he turned around? You were confused, until he look over his shoulder, his eyes flashing gold in the sunlight, “Will you do me the honor, my Emperor?” OH- you unclip his old geo cor lapis one, and pull his hair up into more of a low bun, and put the hair piece in. the golden ginko leaves chime softly in the breeze. The old god turns back to you (idc how tall you are, he’s taller, and he had to crouch a little so you could reach lol) and gives you that blinding, beautiful smile again, the kind that makes his eyes look warm and happy. He takes your hand delicately, like you’re made of something fragile instead of stars and magic stronger than any he’s ever seen, “Truly, you bless me too generously, my Emperor. Thank you, for caring for a forgotten god like me, for caring about my heart.” …Zhongli presses a soft chaste kiss to your knuckles, right on the middle finger’s knuckle, his lips are warm and so, so soft, like they’re barely even there. <3

Yunjin = a bit difficult because she’s so theater focused in life, but you figure since she does solo shows a lot, she’ll still be the one to benefit the most from your gift, you made some floating plaustrite lanterns to help heft some platforms for more stage space/cool effects! (this but a little more detail, you painted some bamboo and a few simple adepti on them) Like putting props up there or lights to aim on actors, or even actors themselves since the floating rock is steady enough! Yunjin practically squealed (which immediately made every actor in the vicintity be like “YUNJIN!! UR VOICE WILL GO HOARSE STOP-”) and gather the whole troupe to thank you! But she especially told you that although she already intended for you to have front row seats every time you came to see her plays, she especially wanted to get some stories from your life, or even just your favorites from Earth for her to perform for you!! (she even suggested that one of the platforms could be your special seat, like an opera box seat lol)

Itto = you know that belt buckle he wears that’s just an Oni head? Yeah, you made him a second belt but with a onikabuto beetle as the buckle instead! (kinda like this) but a small enough it’s not inconvenient and poking his stomach, which you definitely got a Inazuman blacksmith to help out, you mostly painted it, and when you show Itto the belt, mans literally just wraps his buff arms around you like a hug but then just starts spinning you rapidly, and lets out the highest pitch “EEEEEEEEEEE-!!!” you’ve ever heard him make (and you’ve given him a few trinkets before, so this is a new record wow). No, it doesn’t matter to Itto how much you weigh, have you seen his abs?! He says as he’s still got you a little off the ground, and is now walking away with your limp body and wearing his new belt, “This, and a proper meal to thank you are the bare minimum, my wonderful emperor! Come on, the gang’s already there anyway, you gotta try my Granny Oni’s food, and I’ll make something too! My best, most special, sandwich, Way of the Strong!! Y’know, because if anybody deserves it, it’d be the strongest, and sweetest, you!!”

Gorou = since teyvat isn’t exactly the pinnacle of advanced civilization, though there are some advancements sure like the Kamera, there are still a fair amount of things that’re just left up to locals to produce and make using whatever process they’ve got, regardless of efficiency, and one of those is soap. Yep, soap. Earth is more advanced when it comes to beauty products, but also hygiene products, and Gorou has a hard time maintaining his tail he’s said when he’s stressed/overworked. So, you used some knowledge from your interdimensional smartphone (love u Albedo) to find a homemade recipe to make soap! (…for dogs, but you don’t know if he’d find it offensive… so you don’t tell him LMAO) and you even made it a cute shape (just so when you handed it over, he’d open it and of course, go all red all the way down his neck even, hehe, (he secretly liked it)

You towards all of Teyvat, except it's not even their birthdays (idk if u want it to be it can)

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PLEASE LET KNOW IF ANY LINKS/PICS ARE INACCURATE FOR A CULTURE/MISLABELED ETC.

Me after writing all this: _」(´ཀ`」 ∠)__

… so I may have hyperfixated a little too hard on this one.

Did the OG asker want this? …probably not…

Did anyone ask for this?? …no.

…did I do it anyway….…yes.

…sorry?

(I promise I only thought to do this because there are so many characters left out in favor of the more popular ones for most SAGAU posts, and bc i never want any of my babes to feel any less loved than any others if I was actually there in Teyvat… you get… this mess.)

sorry!

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Safe Travels,

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easemysoul · 1 year

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Babygirl - J.B

Jude Bellingham x Reader

Thank you @greykitkepa for being an amazing beta reader!

Warnings: just cute Jude!

Word count: 529

Summary:

Jude loves calling you “Babygirl”

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“Hi baby,” You chirp, turning around to greet Jude.

You look him over as he puts his backpack and keys down on the kitchen bench across from you. He looks ready to fall into bed and sleep for hours. His black team hoodie is loose on him, the hood up and covering the top of his head. His shoes make a gentle tapping noise as he walks over to you, sighing once he’s in front of you.

“Hi babygirl.” He mumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.

The tired look on his face is gone the second he notices the light blush on your cheeks and your bottom lip caught in your teeth, knowing you're trying to hide a smile.

You groan seeing his smirk, you can almost see the gears turning in his head as he thinks of things to say to tease you.

“That blush looks good on you,” Jude smirks, pausing for a few seconds, “Babygirl.” He finishes.

You groan again, letting your head fall onto his chest.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t. You love me,” He pauses again, “Babygirl.”

“Stopppp.” You drag out the word, whining at his teasing.

“But I love making you squirm and blush.” Jude laughs.

He brings a hand up from around your waist to your head, combing his fingers through your hair. His other large hand comes up to cup your face, gently pulling your head away from his chest. He stops once he can see all of you.

“So pretty.” He whispers as his thumb plays with your bottom lip.

Your eyes flutter close and a small sigh escapes your mouth, feeling your lip tingle from his touch.

You almost gasp when you feel him lean in and press a soft kiss next to your mouth.

“How was your day, baby?” He mumbles against your warm skin. His lips continue to move around your neck and jaw, pressing soft kisses as he goes.

Your hands dart out to hold onto Jude, starting to feel your body tingle from his touch.

“I asked you a question,” Jude says when you don’t reply, “babygirl.” He barely whispers, gently nipping at a sensitive spot between your jaw and collarbone.

You don’t even know you let out a soft but loud moan until you hear and feel him laughing into your neck.

Your cheeks go from warm because of his words and actions to red hot from embarrassment.

The tall Brit keeps his head buried in your neck as he laughs. Groaning, you playfully poke at his side, trying to get him to stop laughing.

With a smile on his face, he stands up again. His hands find their way to your face, gently cupping your cheeks.

“You’re adorable.” He mumbles, a small smile on his face.

You playfully roll your eyes at him, “Whatever.”

He shakes his head, his smile growing.

“Still haven’t answered my question.” He whispers, bringing a hand up to move a piece of hair out of your face.

“My day was alright. Way better now you’re here.” You wink at him.

“Cheesy and adorable.” He teases, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

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hornyhornyhimbos · 1 year

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save a horse ride a cowboy was amazing oh my god i've reread it like 3 times the smut was perfection 😫 please tell me that the reader stayed with cowboy!steve they're so cute together

hehehe i gotchu girly

"A Lucky Shot" ~ S. Harrington

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Summary: The aftermath of falling in love with a certain bull rider in a certain bar in a certain city in Indiana.

Pairing: Bull Rider!Steve Harrington x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 3,990

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) protected piv sex, cowgirl activities, oral m!receiving, boot humping 🤭 oral f!receiving for like a split second, tiny mentions of food and alcohol, nicknames (sweetheart, princess, cowgirl; cowboy, daddy if you squint), blasphemy if you squint, explicit language, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: the Eddie, Tommy, and Byers' cameos have me crying 😭🤚🏻

Based On: the first part of this, which you can find here!

Originally Written: 03/16/2023 through 03/18/2023

Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold (thank u for putting up with me LMFAO)

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Your legs carried you as fast as they could to the locker room. A mix of adrenaline and sweat was pumping through your veins. You didn't know much about bull riding, but you did know that a 90 was good. Really good.

The locker room was surprisingly empty when you ducked in. You figured the room would be filled with big, sweaty bull riders, but instead, you only found one—Steve. Just to make sure there was no one else around, you let your eyes dart through the room before sprinting toward him and jumping up into his broad arms.

"Jeez!" he shouted, though his hands were quick to meet your butt. Your lips met his, showering him with a thousand loving kisses.

"Mmm," he chuckled into your lips. He pulled away and met your pride-filled eyes. "What are you doing?"

Your lips traveled down to his neck, suckling on the spot you knew was most sensitive. "I'm initiating celebratory sex," you said straightforwardly.

His chest rumbled out a low laugh as he helped you back onto the floor. "Not in here, you're not."

"But-"

"No buts," he argued, his palms settling on your hips. "This is a public locker room."

"Exactly! Which means it's open to the public. I am a part of the public. Therefore, I can do whatever I want in here."

He shook his head in disbelief before leaving a kiss on your hair. "It also means it's open to other people of the public. Anyone could walk in at any time. I want my eyes and my eyes only to see what you have to offer."

You pouted, and he kissed it away just like he always did. One of his hands traveled up your hip, toward your ass, slipping inside your back pocket. "Plus, some of the other riders will probably be done with interviews soon. Not to mention, I need a shower real bad."

A cheeky gleam appeared in your eye. "Can I at least help you with that part?"

A light huff escaped his nose. "Go," he insisted, giving your butt a light tap. "I need you be there if they call my number while I'm gone. Go wait for me in the stadium."

You gave him a scowl, but pulled away toward the door. "You're cruel, Steve Harrington. Just cruel."

"Love you too."

You rolled your eyes before heading back in for a tight hug. "You did really good today. I want you to know I'm proud of you."

His hands rested on your face as he pulled you in for a soft kiss. "Thank you, sweetheart. I love you."

You pulled the cowboy hat off his head, setting it on your own. "Love you too, cowboy."

You sprinted toward the door as he hollered after you, "Hey, you better take care of my hat!"

The next forty-five minutes were absolute torture. Sure, you had Steve at your side after the first twenty, but it was killing you that the judges hadn't announced the winners yet. Steve urged you not to fret, telling you that whatever happens will happen, but you couldn't stop wondering if Steve had won first place.

Steve's hand rested on the small of your back, his lips pressed against the top of your head. "It's OK, really," he urged.

"It is not!" you argued, your leg bouncing nervously against the concrete floor. "What if you didn't score high enough?"

He chuckled, pulling you in close. "Since when did you care so much about bull riding?"

"Since I met you," you rebutted. "And since the grand prize is $25,000. Think about what you could do with-"

Feedback sounded over the stadium's loudspeaker, breaking you from your previous conversation. Your eyes went wide with wonder as a man's voice broke through the feedback.

"In third place, with 89.75, we have Eddie 'The Freak' Munson riding Radagast," he announced. The stadium was overcome with thousands of screaming fans, and your heart vibrated in your body from the noise. Eddie Munson was a crowd favorite for many reasons. He was never too busy to talk to his fans, he was probably the nicest rider aside from Steve, and his whole image was dedicated to being yourself. From the bright yellow Stetson he wore, to the flame red cowboy boots on his feet, even his costume was about being different.

Your hands flew to your mouth in surprise. "Babe, you beat Munson!" you exclaimed. Your feet kicked and bounced like a teenage girl who'd just been asked to prom. "That's huge!"

He let out an amused huff, kissing your head. "We don't know that. They suspected I would get a 90. Hasn't been confirmed yet."

You shrugged before turning your attention back to the announcer. "Don't ruin my hopes and dreams. You've still got a shot at winning this thing."

"In second place, with 91.5, we've got Tumbling Tommy Hagan riding Monster," he said, and once again, the arena rattled with screams. Hagan had a lot of fans too, but nowhere near as many as Munson. If there was one thing to know about Hagan in the arena, it was that he was the most competitive rider in the league by far, and his fans were nearly as competitive as he was.

Your heart thrummed inside you and your ears rang like they never had before. He just has to win. He's gotta.

The presenter's voice filled the speakers one last time, and you felt your fingertips go numb as you waited to hear the winner. "And, at an even 92, with the highest score we've seen all season, for a grand prize of $25,000 and a draft into the PBR if he accepts…" his voice drifted in suspense.

"Oh, fuck this guy!" you shouted in frustration.

"Baby," Steve whispered into your ear, leaving a loving kiss there. "It's OK." However, you knew by the way his eyes were darting around that he was just as nervous as you were. He never would've admitted it though.

You swore you heard the fans screaming before the man ever announced the winner. It felt a bit like slow motion as you jumped up from your chair and screamed along with them. The announcer's voice echoed, "Riding Sundae, Steve 'The Hawk' Harrington!"

Your lips met Steve's for a long, passionate kiss. He smelled like fresh linen and men's deodorant, tasted like the lemonade he'd been sipping on, and still felt just like the Steve you'd fallen in love with the year prior. His preparation for this tournament had been hard, but it was that moment when you'd realized it had all paid off.

The afternoon was filled with interview after interview, question after question, but you didn't care. Your cowboy was beaming, and your heart was full. His hands had stayed protectively on your waist, like he was afraid the interviewers would snatch him up and take him away from you. You just smiled, knowing it was his way of saying, "You'll always have me, no matter what league I'm in."

He all but floated to the car and the wide smile didn't even think about leaving his face. He'd leaned you against the car, peppering your face in excited kisses, and all you could do was smile. His nerves had washed away, and he knew it would be just you and him until the last ride. And unsurprisingly, that was all he needed.

Steve's hand stayed in yours the entire ride home, and you couldn't help but be reminded of the year prior. That first night, his hand stayed attached to your skin, like he was afraid if he let go, you'd disappear. And even now, after the honeymoon phase had passed, even after petty arguments about toothpaste brands and television shows, even a year later, he still couldn't keep his hands off you.

The air was filled with excitement, the windows cracked and blowing wind through your hair, only aiding your senses. Steve blared his playlist of post-competition songs, screaming along to every word. You couldn't help but sing with him, feeling a pleasant sensation in your belly every time he'd sneak a glance at you. With the windows rolled down, you could smell the freshly mown grass as you drove past the Byers' house, some family friends of Steve's, and wondered if they'd been at the tournament to see him win.

You made your way into the house, and an exhausted Steve plopped onto the couch to pull off his boots. You kneeled in front of him to help him out of his shoe, but both of you knew exactly what you were doing.

He ran a tired hand through your hair, giving you a sideways smile. "Whatcha doin' down there, sweetheart?" he asked, even though he didn't need an explanation.

"I was hoping," you said, running a hand along his denim-clad thigh, "I could help you celebrate?" You smirked as you watched him squirming to readjust his hardening cock.

His hands met the button of his jeans, undoing the fastening for you. "You don't even have to ask."

You pulled him out of his boxers, and your mouth drooled at the thought of tasting him. It wasn't like you'd never tasted him before, but with the big championship, he'd been hyper focused on his diet, so you knew he was going to taste good.

You placed his head on your tongue, licking small circles around it and already he was a mess. Like putty in your hands.

You licked a long stripe up his length, and his dick became even harder. "Oh, princess," he sighed, nearly squirming when your mouth moved down to his balls, sucking them slightly.

You left a trail of kitten licks from his balls back up to his tip, finally taking him into your mouth. Your cheeks hollowed around him, and he let out a soft groan. "Needed this," he sighed, slotting his hands into your hair.

You whined around him, your way of letting him know you needed it just as much. His head fell back as you inched closer to the hilt.

"God, you're so good at this," he grunted. He tugged at your hair, longing for you to take all of him.

You released for a moment, long enough to say, "Yeah? Am I your god tonight?" You took his cock back in your mouth, one of your hands moving to his balls.

Steve moaned as he nodded. "Always. You will always rule me."

Your hips rutted against the boot he hadn't taken off, searching for any friction you could find. You gagged around him as you finally took the entirety of his dick, your nose resting softly in the thatch of hair under his belly. His heavy balls hit your chin, and you moaned around him at the feeling.

"Fuck, I'm close," he grunted. He gripped your face, pulling you up and down his length. You whimpered as drool oozed down your cheeks, your hands moving to wipe it away. Your hand purposely slid from your chin to his balls, twisting them in your palm.

His cock jerked inside your mouth, his saccharine seed spilling down your throat. Your eyes watered as he rode out his high, fucking in and out of you. "Shitshitshit," he muttered, his grip tight around your hair. Your hips chased friction on his boot, winding against the leather.

Despite desperately needing to finish, even after you considered getting yourself off right there on his boot, you forced yourself to release his cock. You slowly pulled off of him, licking your lips where his cum had dripped out. He bent forward for a kiss, moaning at the taste. His tongue slipped into your mouth, running along your teeth and savoring the taste of what only you could do to him. You rocked against his boot, eliciting a chuckle from Steve that rumbled from his mouth into yours.

You forced yourself to move away first. You stood, practically throwing yourself into his lap. He leaned back on the couch, your legs on either side of his waist and your arms around his shoulders. "Congratulations," you giggled, still giddy from the high you'd provided him with.

"Thank you, sweetheart," he sighed. He pulled you back in for another kiss and trailed his hands down your body. Once they'd reached your waist, he pulled you up, lifting both of you from the couch. He managed to kick his boot off the rest of the way before walking out of the living room.

"Hey!" you pouted, but tightened your legs around his waist.

"Cowboy hat rule," he simply said as he carried you through the house.

You rolled your eyes, gripping the hair at the nape of his neck. "What if I said, 'Fuck your cowboy hat rule.' What then?"

He shook his head and pulled you in for a desperate kiss. "I don't make the rules, sweetheart. I just follow 'em."

Steve swiftly carried you into the bedroom, laying you down on the mattress with ease. His lips met yours for a dominating kiss as he reached toward the bedside table, presumably pulling out lube or a condom. His other hand worked at the fastening of your pants.

You keened at every swift motion of his limbs, your body arching as his mouth dragged down the front of your neck. His lips ended at your collarbone as he stopped to suck a spot he knew you loved.

After a moment, both his palms were on you, his fingers making quick work of your jeans. He pushed them down your legs to reveal you'd nearly soaked through your panties.

"Might not need that lube after all, huh?" he teased, his hand cupping your clothed core. Steve’s digits pressed your clit through the wet fabric, eliciting a low mewl from you as you opened your legs further for him. You wanted to give him complete access, let him have free reign of your entire body. He chuckled as his fingers played with you through the cotton. "So wet already, filthy girl."

You keened at his touch, your hands palming at his hair. "Please," you begged. "Need you, Steve."

"I suppose you do deserve a reward after being so good to me, yeah? So sweet of you to put me first." he teased, slipping a finger underneath the soaked material. Your eyes fell shut in pleasure, letting out a whimper as the digit teased your entrance. "Well then, your wish is my command, princess."

He pulled your jeans off your ankles, tossing them toward the general direction of the hamper. He then tugged his own jeans and his boxers off, his dick springing up as he tossed the clothing in the same place. Finally, after much too long, he slid your panties down your legs, and his mouth met your cunt for a split second, just long enough to lick up a stripe of your wetness, his tongue lingering on your clit. You moaned, hips bucking toward his face. "Uh-uh," he tutted. "As good as you taste, I think I need to be in you first."

You could never say no to that. You threw your shirt off as he reached for the condom he'd pulled out, making quick work of the foil before rolling it on. Your heart pumped fast with every passing moment, pure excitement running through your veins.

He removed his own shirt too and hurled it toward the slowly growing pile, while you reached for the lube. You squeezed some into your hand before pressing it to Steve’s cock, spreading the lube down his length.

He grunted and hung his head as your palm worked up and down his cock. Your hands never ceased to amaze him. He was the clay, and your hands were nothing short of a potter's, the way you had him.

Your digits met your cunt, mixing what was left of the lube with your slick. Steve moaned at the sight, wishing he'd taken you up on that offer of letting him go down on you.

Steve slowly pushed inside you and you went glassy-eyed at the feeling. You couldn't count how many times you and Steve had had sex in the past year, but no matter how many times it was, his size never ceased to amaze you. He slowly inched inside you, uncontrollable gasps and moans tumbling off your lips. You were sure all of your senses had gone awry in that moment, positive that you couldn't speak, couldn't think a single coherent thought.

He hovered over you, every inch of his abs marked with sweat. His lips met yours for a heated kiss, your mouths molding into one. His hands traveled down to your hips and gripped them tightly. He counted down a quiet, "One, two, three," before flipping the two of you over, giving you a moment to settle. A cheeky grin appeared on his lips as his eyes met yours, and you found yourself getting lost in his fanned-out lashes. He pushed a hair behind your ear, smirking, "Well, giddy up then."

No matter how many times he made that joke, your stomach still did flips every time. It truly amazed you how someone so dorky, so sweet, could manage to be the sexiest man you'd ever known.

You slowly started to rock against him, letting out a quiet whimper as you were still adjusting to his size. Steve could stretch you and fill you like no one else ever could, and it was pure heaven every time.

He chuckled and planted his giant palms on your love handles. "Damn. And they say I look good riding things."

Your hips rutted against him and the friction was absolute bliss. "Hey, that reminds me," you sighed, eliciting a chuckle from Steve.

"If I had to pick a favorite thing about you," he said, "it's that you're a talker during sex." His words were filled with sarcasm, but you still managed to take it as a compliment. You kept grinding your hips into him slowly, pulling noise after noise out of Steve, his head hanging low.

"Thank you," you replied in a whine. "Anyway, I was- fuck- I was wondering what you wanted to do with the money."

Steve sighed a soft, "Shit," as your hips bucked at his, hands tight on your waist. "Two things."

"Yeah?" you said, rocking against him, your fingers running soft circles along his happy trail. "That's not a lot of things considering you just won twenty-five grand."

"Well," he started, bouncing his legs and shoving himself further inside you, "first thing I want to do is buy this cute, little- fuck- local business. You might've heard of it. It's called The Lucky Shot."

You stopped mid-roll. Your eyes widened as your face filled with shock. "Full stop, are you serious?"

"Don't tease me like that." He all but whimpered, fucking up into you harshly.

Your hips rocked along with his, like two metronomes ticking in time with each other. The past year had been like that. The two of you were puzzle pieces, made to be slotted together. "Seriously though, are you really buying The Lucky Shot?"

"Owner's an older man who had a heart attack earlier in the year. He's having trouble- shit- keeping the place up and running. Figured I'd- oh- take it off his hands. Told him I knew a young couple who'd love to take over for him."

Your lips found his for a long, loving kiss. He bounced you on his cock, and you moaned into the kiss, but somehow the noise just made it even more sickeningly romantic. "I love you, Steve Harrington."

"I didn't doubt it for a second, Y/N Y/L/N," he mumbled against your mouth, inhaling and taking you all in. "Hey, you're wearing that perfume I got you."

"Mhm," you smiled against his lips. "Thought it might- oh, god- bring you some good l-luck today." You leaned back up, your hips rutting with extra force as you chased down your high. You let out a low mewl. "What's the second thing?"

"That-" his voice hitched as he led you along his cock, "depends."

"On what?"

"I need your- ah- permission first."

The rolls of your hips slowed and your eyebrows furrowed in some mixture of pleasure and confusion. "OK, shoot."

His hands stilled your waist, his eyes soft as he looked up at you. "Marry me."

You knew it wasn't humanly possible, but you were fairly positive your heart flew out of your chest as you processed his words. "What?"

He tipped his chin toward the nightstand. "Look in the drawer."

Your eyebrows creased even harder. You were just still, somehow managing to completely ignore the current task at hand.

He let out a light huff, running his hand up to the small of your back. "Just trust me, princess."

You pulled at the handle of the drawer, looking around for anything that could be a clue as to what he was talking about. Your vision began to blur with happy tears, though you still weren't sure what you were searching for.

He watched as your concentration face became apparent, a chuckle tumbling off his lips. "Trojan box."

Your hand flew to the little black box, lifting the top. With a flick of your finger, you flipped open the box, inspecting the ring that was hidden inside. Tears started to slide down your cheeks as you registered what was happening.

Steve stole the box from your hand, holding it as though he was proposing normally, as though he wasn't balls deep inside you. "Will you, Y/N Y/L/N, marry me?"

"You hid my engagement ring in a condom box?" you asked, still flabbergasted.

"Well, I figured what better way to propose to you than by doing something that reminds you of the first time we met?"

You placed your hands on his cheeks, tugging his face toward yours and meeting him for a kiss. He tasted like your slick and his sweat, and somehow, it was the most amazing aroma you'd ever experienced. You took all of him in, letting him fill your senses like a breath of fresh air. His chest heaved underneath you, and his lips moved in sync with yours like he couldn't get enough.

You parted from him, lying down his chest and raising your hand. He chuckled at your speechless form as slipped the ring onto your finger. The band fit perfectly, just like he knew it would. Puzzle pieces.

"It's so pretty," you smiled. By the tone in your voice, Steve was convinced you were either cock-drunk or delirious. Probably both.

"Anything's pretty when you're the one wearin' it," he said, kissing the shell of your ear.

"Awww," you beamed, your hand combing through his deep brown hair. "Hey, you do realize that one day, when our kids ask, 'Mommy, how did Daddy propose?' we're gonna have to explain that your dick was inside me and you hid my engagement ring in a Trojan box?"

"Let's not get the cart ahead of the horse now," he chuckled. "You're the only one I want callin' me Daddy for a while."

You giggled, meeting his lips for a blissed-out peck. "Just think. You and me, together forever. Just like this for a lifetime."

"Just like this?" he teased, earning him an eye roll.

You pushed yourself up, your hands on either side of his head as you hovered above him. Your lips connected to his like magnets, this time for a steamy kiss, one filled with pure want. "Hey, you wanna know something, cowboy?"

"What's that?" he huffed in amusement, his thumbs caressing small circles on the fat of your hips.

"I say yes. To a lifetime of your love, your kisses, your stupid cowboy hat rule, all of it. I say yes a thousand times over."

"Can't argue with that, cowgirl."

A FORMAL APOLOGY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK ME TO POST 😭🤚🏻

I wish I had a good reason. I think I really just kept putting it off and didn't wanna read through it because I was overwhelmed (not with the fic, just with life) but I forced myself through it and I'm so happy with how it turned out!

Special thanks to @dungeons-are-too-cold for staying up with me until 5 am again to make sure this fic was at its best! Love you forever!!

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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Greedy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky is treated to a small show when he gets home. Word Count: Over 1.2k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, masterbation (f. and m.), implied vaginal sex (wrap it before you tap it), slight voyeurism (consensual), possessive behavior, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Sinday belongs to Addicted to Love Bucky. Hope you lovelies like it! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Header by yours truly, banner by the wonderful @sgt-seabass, and divider by the lovely @rookthorne . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It wasn’t particularly late when Bucky got home, so he didn’t expect you to be asleep. He still did his best to be quiet when he went into the apartment, not wanting to disturb you if you were reading or watching television. He locked the door and slipped his shoes off, eager to join you wherever you were. But no sooner had he put his keys down did he hear a soft sound coming from your bedroom.

A moan.

Followed by another.

“Bucky…”

The former assassin wasn’t sure if you called out his name because you heard him walk through the door or if you were getting off to the thought of him. Instead of rushing to you the way his already aching cock urged him to, he took slow steps toward the bedroom and drank in your sighs and mewls as he unbuckled his belt. You may not have been aware, but there was a slight difference in your sounds when he fucked you and when you fucked yourself. Like your hand or toys felt good, but not good enough.

No one can satisfy you the way I can, doll.

Even though he could hear and even smell how wet you were from where he stood by the door, which you must have left cracked open just for him, he knew getting yourself off wasn’t what you needed. Careful to stay silent as he pushed the door open the rest of the way, your wanton sounds hit him full force. More blood rushed south as he listened, his fingers twitching with the need to wrap them around his cock for some relief.

Fuck.

Sprawled out on your back in the middle of your bed, devoid of your clothes, you presented yourself to him like an offering in the dim light. A reward for his atonement. If it was wrong to crave the sins of the flesh, let him be condemned.

Heaven wasn’t just the offering between your legs, but in your heart.

Places you only let him in to make himself at home.

I’ll always love you for that.

Bucky freed himself from the confines of his pants and underwear, but didn’t take his eyes off you as he began to pump himself. His hand was too dry, wishing he could put it between your legs so he could get it wet the way it needed to be. For now, he simply watched as you gave him a show.

Your cunt glistened as you traced your fingers over the sensitive lips, stretching them open as you worked your way back to your clit. You repeated the motion, getting the digits slick with your arousal, but didn't push them inside. Your other hand toyed with your breast, pinching and rolling the nipple as you arched your back. The angle gave him a chance to appreciate the view, as much as he wanted to delve between your thighs and indulge.

"Bucky, please."

That’s it, doll. Touch yourself and think of me. Get that pretty pussy soaked wishing you had my cock inside you.

Without realizing it, he stroked himself in time with the movement of your fingers. It was easy to fall in sync with you in a world where he often felt out of place. Watching your thighs part more, his body ached to join with yours. Fingers, tongue, cock, whatever you would let him get in you. As long as he got to make you feel whole again once he helped you fall to pieces.

Thought the jagged pieces of myself would cut you, but you don’t mind the sting, do you?

"Bucky,” you whined, throwing your head back as you circled your swollen nub with two fingers. “Need your cock in me.”

"Since you asked so nicely."

He smirked when you gasped and quit moving your fingers. You didn’t look ruined when you lifted your head and he was glad for that. There was plenty of time for him to wreck you now that he had your attention.

"Bucky, when-”

“Did I say you could stop?” he asked, taking a step closer as your gaze drifted from his face down to where he was fucking his fist. "You wanted me to catch you, didn't you?"

"Maybe," you said breathlessly as you picked up where you left off.

“You’re fucking greedy, you know that?”

“I’m greedy?” you asked incredulously. “How?”

“I fucked you this morning,” he reminded you. He helped you to the shower because of the way your legs wobbled after, which filled him with pride. You assured him you were fine, but it didn’t stop him from helping you. "Twice."

“If you knew what it was like to have your cock inside you, you’d want it every hour of every day,” you managed to say before you bit your lip.

Keep flattering me, doll. See what it gets you.

“And yet, you started touching yourself before I got home,” he said, swiping his thumb over his weeping tip. “Couldn’t wait for me before you got started?"

“Just warming myself up for you,” you said, your hips moving on their own accord.

“Still say you’re a bit greedy.”

You laughed, a light, sultry sound, as you suddenly turned yourself on your stomach. With a moan, you pushed yourself up on your knees and kept your chest against the mattress as you slowly rubbed your pussy. You still didn’t slide your fingers in. He wasn’t sure at this point if you were teasing yourself, him, or the both of you.

But seeing you like this, unabashed as you let him watch, he would’ve kept you on edge all night if he didn’t need you so badly.

“You made me greedy, Bucky Barnes,” you moaned as you pressed your cheek against the pillow.

You made me greedy, too.

“So are you going to keep watching, big boy, or are you going to fuck me?”

“Fuck you?” he asked, the mattress dipping under his weight as he moved behind you. He leaned back so he could see how soaked your fingers were. “I don’t know. You’re doing a pretty good job yourself.”

“Bucky,” you whined when he gripped your hip, preventing you from pushing back.

“I can just jerk off on your pussy. Get it nice and sticky. What do you say?” he asked, knowing you wouldn’t accept that tonight.

He wouldn’t either.

"Before you do anything, you better kiss me."

"Which pair of lips am I kissing?" he teased when you lifted your head and glared at him over your shoulder.

Such a kissable look.

"You know exactly which pair," you replied.

He leaned forward to capture your mouth with his. A little bit dirty with some teeth and tongue, but tender beneath the surface. A taste of how the night would play out.

“Now get your cock in me,” you ordered before you rested your head back down and reached back to touch his hand. “Please, Bucky, I need you.”

You tapped his hand three times to emphasize your point.

I love you.

I love you, too.

“Who am I to deny my greedy girl?” he said, smirking as you moved your hand away. "What she wants, she gets."

“I know you were just talking to my pussy,” you smiled.

“Maybe,” he said, brushing the tip of his cock along your folds. “And since she’s so greedy, let me feed her and remind her why it’s actually my pussy.”

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whiskeynwriting · 1 year

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Javi G is the kind of man who clearly puts effort into his appearance, especially with looking professional and put together in his public appearances.

That being said, he takes great pride in the marks you make on his neck, and he absolutely encourages you to do it all the time. Javi also adores you fretting over them with makeup before an event, because if you left it up to him, he'd wear them out to see with you draped over his arm as if to say, "look how lucky i am to have this woman"

I am loving this 😍😍😍

Amor de Mi Vida

Javi Gutierrez x Female Reader

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Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Dirty talk, daddy kink, mentions of marking and hickies, established relationship, unprotected vaginal sex, Javi is such a sweet dom

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A/N: ahhh yayayay this is my first Javi G. fic 😍😍😍 finallyyyyyy. The look Javi wears to the premier is basically the same thing P wore to the '22 Venice Film Festival

Thank you to my beta-readers @fishingforpike and @thesleepingmusicneek

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It’s an uncomfortable position, but only because of how he rearranged your dress. Yanked up to your hips, the hemline pulled down beneath your breasts. It’s pulling on your sensitive flesh, but so are his hands. And when he’s touching you, everything else seems to melt into the background.

“Javi,” One hand is grasping for his right shoulder, the other clinging to his forearm.

His small grunts float freely through the air, the hand he has on your throat simply holding you upright for him; he wants to be able to see you.

“That’s it…” Javi’s voice is low, his eyes glossed over. He’s drunk on you. “Keep going, bonita niña.” His lids are heavy, too, full of lust with his eyes zeroed in on you. “Be good for your papí…” (Pretty girl) (Daddy)

You’re whimpering for him, and he fucking loves it. It makes his breath hitch, those beautifully lush lips parting. He stares up at you with such an incredible amount of adoration, of genuine desire and want.

The girth of your lover is more than enough to satisfy you, the stretch of him oftentimes too much to handle. And when you straddle him, when you ride him, you swear you can feel it in your fucking throat.

The night ended much quicker than expected. You’d both anticipated being out until the early morning, Javi loved to celebrate his success. And he loved walking red carpets.

“Te ves tan bonita, bebita.” He’s breathless, sweat beading along his forehead. “Tan bonita…” (You look so pretty, baby girl. So pretty…)

Your lover’s eyes scan your features, your slightly dizzied expression, your lips curling into a half grin. And then his fingers tighten, rolling his hips up in time with your thrusts. Javi was such a kind and caring man, and has been since the day you met him. In public, he was sweet with you, but you quickly found out just how rough he could be in the bedroom.

“Look at you… you’re a mess for me.” He’s quite the talker, too.

The combination of his sweat and your spit have rubbed the makeup off of him, the concealer and setting powder you’d applied over his neck. It became a regular occurrence, you fixing him up before you made your appearance. If it were up to him, he’d wear your hickies proudly. He was the one that asked for them, after all.

“Javi, ven aquí.” You’d called, reaching a hand out to him. “We need to leave soon.” (Come here)

He found your doting personality to be quite adorable, so he let you do about him. Besides, it was in your nature; you always loved to care for him. Javier knew how to live his life, he knew how to clean up after himself, how to cook his favorite meals and keep his appearance neat. But with you around, he found himself becoming lazy. It was something you truly loved, just caring for him.

Wandering over to your vanity, he sat for you, allowing you to apply makeup to his neck. Just the night before, he’d ravaged you, pressing you down into your shared bed while he stuffed himself between your legs. It was so overwhelming, being intimate with him. You often found yourself scratching at his upper back and biceps, stuffing your face into the slope of his neck to suck on his tanned skin.

This isn’t to say Javier doesn’t care about his appearance, to say such a thing would be beyond disrespectful to him. The amount of effort he brings when it comes to sculpting his overall image is incredulous. Looking professional in his public appearances is a must for him. Even more so now that his success has begun to spread.

Being a producer for his most recent film, he intended to arrive early to the event. He’d hired a private designer for the two of you, their responsibilities detailing your dressings. Sebastian had paired your matching outfits in the simple color scheme of black and white. Javier wore an elegant, white suit with matte black detailing. His hair was done quite loosely, giving it an almost bed-head appearance; and you found it exceptionally adorable, alongside that goofy yet wholesome grin of his. And at his side, you wore a tasteful, white gown, its hem reaching the floor. The neckline showed a bit of cleavage, but left much room for the imagination. Held up by two straps on your shoulders, it overall complimented your figure quite nicely. And truly, Javi had never seen you in such a sophisticated dress.

Javi couldn’t contain that bright smile of his as the two of you stood for the pictures, his arm around your lower back, hand securing to your hip. Out of the corner of your eye, you’d caught a glimpse of something on his neck. Reaching up to swipe your thumb over it, you easily revealed the bruise coloring his skin. Eyes widening, you realized your mistake immediately. Among the flashing cameras and shouting photographers, it must have just slipped your mind.

And your partner was just as surprised. Turning his head, he glanced down at you, a devilish smirk curling on his lips. Your big, doe-like eyes found his, and he reveled in your timid grin. This was the first time the two of you were photographed with Javi’s bruises visible to the public eye, and it drove him wild inside.

Rushing you along was the hand on your lower back, ushering you into the limo shortly after the fact. He’d pulled you into his lap, pressing his mouth to your own before shoving his tongue inside. And when you got home, you’d pushed him onto the couch, feeling those thick fingers tug your dress up until it was settled over your hips. He was already breathing heavily, his chest’s movements quick to heighten upon his realization of your lack of undergarments.

“Look at that pussy…” He’d laid a hand over your lower stomach, leaning you back slightly and shoving your naked crotch up for him to view. “Ready to swallow me whole.”

“Papí,” You’d whined for him, watching those gorgeous caramel eyes take in your naked figure resting before him. (Daddy)

And now, he’s thrusting up into you, the free hand on your hip now wandering up to paw at your bouncing chest. Every movement makes you cry out for him, feeling his erection drag along your sensitive walls. You’re dripping onto his lap, and it’s making him whine, teeth digging into his lower lip.

“B-Baby, fuck…” Tossing your head back, you release a ragged groan, eyes closing as you begin to unravel above him.

Javi was so proud to show off your splotchy marks, it made his chest swell with adoration and a sense of confidence. But whether his bruises were covered or not, he always held you close in public, his physical actions shouting to the world, look how lucky I am to have her.

“Javi, I, I can’t -” You’re throbbing violently around his heated erection, your chest gasping for breaths as your body rolls over him.

“You can do it, bebita.” He encourages, thumb swiping over your sensitive nipple. “You can take me…” (Baby girl)

“Papí… fuck me.” (Daddy)

He’d let his pants fall to the ground, pooling around his ankles. Your bare skin rests over his lap, your naked pelvises connecting again and again. The bowtie he’d worn is undone, hanging on his broad chest. A few of the buttons on his undershirt are open, too, allowing you to see his smooth skin.

Lowering your head, you grin, mind swimming with bliss. “Do you want more, cariño?” (Baby)

“Mm?” He asks, those adorable puppy eyes staring up at you.

“My love bites…” The hand on his shoulder slides over, fingertips brushing his purple and red skin. “You like them, no?”

“Mi amor,” Groaning, his head lolls back onto the top of the couch, chest rising before dipping heavily. “Give me more.” (My love)

Diving down, you hum happily, lips attaching to the skin of his flexing neck. He releases his hold on your throat, his palm sliding down to your lower back. Eventually, though, he’s grabbing your ass, encouraging the grind of your hips over his.

Whispering, he closes his eyes, sucking in a low gasp when your teeth finally dig in. “You know I love them…”

The hand on your ass lifts to the back of your head, pressing you into the crook of his neck. Javier’s thrusts then become firm and sensual, the roll of his hips forcing stars to blind your vision. Your own fingers curl into his flowing hair, your delicate moans floating directly into his ear.

“Amor de mi vida.” And it’s true, you’ve always been meant for him. You’ve always been his, the love of his life.

Smiling against his skin, you give him a tender kiss, lifting your head to press one to his lips. But then his palm rises, pressing your head down so he can kiss your forehead.

“Mi niña.” He whispers, a gasp choking its way out of his throat. “Oh, mi niña amada.” (My girl. Oh, my lovely girl)

“Javi,” You whimper, clinging to him. Your heart beats with affection from his gentle, loving words. He’s so enamored with you. “My love.”

You wish so badly that he wasn’t covered, wasn’t hidden from you. Javier’s skin was always so hot and smooth, his broad chest and beefy biceps enticing you to no end. He was always such a passionate lover, too, you longed to feel his naked body against you.

“You feel so good, baby.” You’re gasping beside him, leaning into his body. “So, so big…”

“I love how you take me.” His accent is driving you wild - it always does.

Javi was such a vocal man, especially when he was inside you. And you so badly want to return this, to speak his lovely praise back to him. But you almost feel dumb, your body continuously taking him. It’s all you can do, to just sit there and feel him, to move against him as best you can.

“You were made for me,” He whispers to you, uttering your name quietly. Gently, he nudges your cheek with his nose. “You know that?”

“Yes, baby.” Lifting your head, your hands find his cheeks, holding them.

Leaning in, you press your forehead to his, those beautiful brown eyes staring into your soul. “My perfect man.” Thumbs swiping over his cheeks, you sigh. “El amor de mi vida.”

#Javi babyyy #Javi Gutierrez #Javi G.#Javi Gutierrez x you #Javi Gutierrez x reader #Javi Gutierrez x female reader #Javi Gutierrez smut #the unbearable weight of massive talent

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sanjoongie · 9 months

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Blood Whore

Submission #1 for Arousal August held by @wooyoungmybelovedhusband and @taehyungisminee

💋Pairing: Enhypen, Heeseung x Reader (f) 💋Au/trope: vampire au, sex worker au 💋Warnings: blood/biting, neck kink, choking, penetrative sex with no barrier, creampie, cum eating 💋Word count: 953 💋Rating: 18+, MDNI 💋Synopsis: Heeseung decides to pay for a session with a Blood Whore: someone who provides blood and pleasure to a vampire. But instead of being the dominant one in the bed, Heeseung pays for a different session…

💋Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland my darling betas. @flowerboykun @beomgyusbabygirl for listening to me scream about this concept forever ago 😍 ~Arousal August Master list | Next☕~

Your hand wraps around Heeseung’s throat carefully as he fucks you from above. His eyes are red, having already taken blood from you from the crook of your arm. He pants eagerly as his airways are restricted and when you release, his eyes roll into the back of his head. The feeling of you clenching down on his cock while choking him is everything he needed this evening, the dark and sultry light of your room where you take clients.

“Does it feel good, Seungie?” You ask coyly as his thrusts become stuttered. “Feels good to get choked?”

“So good,” the vampire whines. So good, in fact, his eyes swirl, indicating he’s using his powers, and he rewinds time.

You both relive the moment when he hovers outside your room, wringing his hands anxiously.

“Be welcome and enter, Heeseung,” You say out loud, dispelling the vampiric inability to enter a room without being invited.

Heeseung’s beautiful eyes wander around the room and then finally lands on you. Your palms lie flat on the bed, leaning back slightly, watching him watch you. “Did you--” He pauses to lick his lips, “You’re aware of what I need this evening?”

“Of course,” You dip your head in acknowledgement, “I am whatever you need for the evening, Master.”

Heeseung takes a few more steps forwards, stopping in front of your heeled feet. “Please, call me Seungie.”

You blank hard to mask your surprise. Of course, you knew that he had requested to be the one dominated, to be the one played with, but this much submission from a master vampire was almost unheard of in your line of work.

“Come sit beside me, Seungie,” You pat a spot beside you on the bed and Heeseung’s pupils are blown at the nickname already.

You turn his body slightly once he is seated, nose running from the slope of his lovely shoulder to the sensitive skin of his neck. He shivers at the feeling of your nose grazing his skin and whines. “Please. More.”

“Patience, baby,” You murmur.

One of your hands cups the side of his neck and you place chaste kisses, following the path of his veins and muscles in his neck. Heeseung only leans further, allowing you full access to the skin of his neck. The irony that a vampire had a neck kink, but on the receiving end, did not go over your head in the slightest.

“Bite it,” Heeseung whispers under his breath.

With no hesitation, you do what your client requests, biting gently down on his neck. Heeseung cries out. Your eyes shoot down to his crotch and you see that there’s already a wet spot there. “Do you need me to take care of you, Seungie?”

“Please,” Heeseung whispers.

You help him discard his pants, his lengthy cock springing eagerly free from them. It’s nothing for you to lay back on your bed and crook your finger for him to come to you. Heeseung crawls between your legs, humping your bare thigh and crying out at the stimulation.

You put a hand on his hips to halt his motions. “You’re going to come outside of me?” You mock frown, “You’d deny me the pleasure of your cock before you can even bite me?”

Heeseung quickly shakes his head. “No no no.”

You grab the base of his cock and angle your hips so that he can smoothly enter you. You’re already wet, from the foreplay and from some carefully applied lube before Heeseung even entered the room. Once he is inside of you full hilt, you offer him your arm, which he eagerly but gently bites down on, holding it to his mouth. He groans as the blood hits his tongue and he swallows the life-giving blood down. He kisses the inside of your elbow almost tenderly before finally releasing you.

“Such a good boy,” You hum at him and Heeseung smiles like an angel above you at the praise.

Now back to present time, Heeseung’s thrusts are starting to get more erratic. “Gonna come, please, gonna come,” he whines.

“You gonna make a big mess inside of me, Seungie? Gonna give me a creampie and eat it up afterwards?” You speak so sweetly yet dirty to him. You start to choke him again, not giving him the chance to respond.

When you release his neck again, he’s gasping for air but he looks beyond happy and satisfied. “I’ll do it all, just let me come inside of you.”

“Go on,” You encourage him.

You restrict his airways once again, as Heeseung searches out his high. One of his final thrusts tips you over the edge. You let go of Heeseung’s neck, causing him to come as well. You both find your sweet release, gasping and groaning and you feel Heeseung pump you full of his cum.

Heeseung pauses only for a moment to catch his breath and then he pulls out of you. He wriggles his way down your body, putting revenant kisses on your body where your skin is exposed, but ultimately landing with his head between your legs. He eagerly laps at your inner folds, scooping up his cum and yours into his tongue and cleaning you properly. He moans and hums against your folds, almost encouraging his cum to seep from you as you only get more wet from his verbal enjoyment.

“Did I do good, Mistress?” Heeseung wonders, licking his lips of the remnants of your time together.

“A little too good,” You admit with a tiny laugh.

Heeseung’s eager smile shows again. “Sit on my face and restrict my airflow that way?”

Seems like Heeseung’s kink isn’t restricted to his neck, as it turns out.

~Arousal August Master list | Next☕~

#arousalaugust #kvanity #kwritersworldnet #cultofdionysusnet #enha smut #lee heeseung smut #enhypen smut #heeseung smut #reader x heeseung #arousal august event #topaz's work #❂enha

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magpie-to-the-morning · 1 year

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Close - An Insatiable Extra

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x Frankie Morales x Reader

Word count: 2k

Tags: Edging, bondage, orgasm denial, Mean!Dom Santi vibes, a bit of inspection kink, choking if you squint, fingering, oral sex, PiV sex, fluff

Author’s Note: This oneshot only exists because of @radiowallet. My love. My pumpkin wife. Thank you for bringing me back to my boys. I genuinely wasn’t sure if I’d ever write for them again. 🥹

And a huge thank you to @acrossthesestars for beta-reading this filth, much of which I wrote in a haze at 4am 😅

Missed Part One? You can read it here. Which, if you’re not familiar with the worldbuilding and relationships in Insatiable, you may want to check out! This one does mostly stand on its own, other than a few references to the three of them being mates.

“Deseito, please.”

You lean into him, a half smile teasing your lips. “Please what, Frankie?”

Leather creaks as he leans helplessly towards you, his brown eyes large and pleading.

“Let me touch you.”

You almost weaken at the sight of him straining against his bonds to get to you. It’s hard to resist him like this - his arms pinioned above him, his brow shining with sweat, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips as he drags his hungry gaze down your naked form. He’s mostly bare himself, only a rumpled sheet half-covering his lap. When his cock twitches beneath it, you groan and move towards him - only to be caught around the waist by a pair of strong arms.

“What did I tell you, leoncita?”

A whimper catches in your throat. “But Santi, he’s so pretty when he begs.” You barely recognize your own voice, rasping with need and ending on a whine. His answering chuckle curls around you like smoke as you lean back against his chest, eyes locked on Frankie’s as they widen in desperation.

Santi’s lips trail down the side of your neck, making you shiver in his hold. When his teeth sink into the sensitive spot that meets your shoulder, you gasp and arch your back, one hand fisting in his wild curls. Frankie moans as your peaked nipples arch almost close enough for him to get his mouth on. You lean forward, encouraging him, craving him, but Santi draws you back with a smirk at the last moment.

“You two need to learn how to behave.”

He’s been edging the two of you for hours. It started as a game between him and Frankie - to see who could bring you closest to the edge without pushing you over. Santi hadn’t counted on how easily his partner caved to your pleas for release. If he hadn’t grabbed the other man by the jaw and hauled him from between your legs, Frankie would have made you cum on his tongue ages ago. But Santi, the competitive bastard, hadn’t wanted the game to end so soon. He’d lashed Frankie to the bed and given you both a choice. Stay in line and only cum at his say so, and he’d make your pleasure last for hours. Or, give in to temptation, cum quickly, and call it a night.

It hadn’t been a choice at all.

Still, he’s got the two of you wound tight enough to burst. Slick drips down your thighs and you press them together in a desperate search for friction. Frankie’s cock is swollen and aching, and both of you are breathing hard, half-dazed with desire and torn between need and obedience.

Santi knows it, too. Takes full advantage of how worked up the two of you are for him. He gets off on it - his two loves, following him to the razor’s edge and trusting him to keep them there. The enormity of that trust staggers him - but it doesn’t stop him being an absolute menace when he’s riled.

His fingers dip between your legs, a lazy inspection of your velvet heat. He nudges your legs wider, putting on a show while Frankie looks hungrily on. You tip your head back and roll your hips, driving yourself against Santi’s hand. You know it won’t last, that Santi is only pouring fuel on the fire, but you let yourself savor it while you can, loving the feeling of his thick fingers gliding in slow, lingering circles, the effortless way he cups your sex, his fingertips just beginning to breach your dripping center.

“She’s so wet, Frank,” he murmurs. “You gotta feel this.”

The ferocity of the glare Frankie turns on him makes the other man sigh and relent. “Fine.” He rocks back on his heels, releasing you from his hold.

You whine when his hand slips away, chasing his touch. Frankie moans and strains toward you. There’s a creaking noise as he moves and even the solid headboard starts to lean. The thought of him being so close but still so far out of reach makes you whimper.

“Shh, baby,” Santi soothes. “Go give our mate some love before he breaks something.”

“Asshole,” Frankie mutters, even as his mouth quirks up and he relaxes a fraction.

Santi leans around you to slap him affectionately on the thigh. “Watch it,” he warns, “Or I’ll fuck her right here and leave you out of it.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” You toss him a smile over your shoulder, your heart skipping a beat at Santi’s roguish wink and the sight of him licking the taste of you from his fingers. It’s impossible to say which is hotter - that, or Frankie licking his lips in anticipation at your approach, and for the thousandth time, you feel a wave of gratitude for never having to choose between them. The three of you are a unit, the bond between you only growing stronger the longer you’re together.

Throwing a leg over that same spot that Santi had smacked, you lower yourself slowly onto Frankie’s thigh, taking pleasure in his sharp intake of breath as you do so. He’s so warm and solid beneath you, his muscles flexing at your touch, the movement bringing you into even more intimate contact with him. Hands on his shoulders, you grind down against him, savoring his heat and strength.

“Hey, baby,” he grins up at you.

“Hey, love.” And then you’re kissing him. Unable to hold you, he hitches his thigh to draw you closer. His kisses are hungry, insistent, all tongue and teeth and ragged panting into your open mouth. You melt into him, one arm wound around his neck, the other dropping between you to grasp his cock. Frankie hisses at your touch, his swollen length twitching against your palm.

“Fuck,” he groans, his forehead pressed to yours as he rolls his hips and fucks your fist. “You feel so fucking good.”

“You too,” you gasp, your slick folds dragging against him. “Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t.

You could finish this way. Skin to skin and mouth to mouth, shuddering and gasping as you roll together. Frankie knows it too. Feels it, that moment when your hips begin to stutter, your movements turning sloppy, desperate. His brows draw together and he starts to swear in low, rapid Spanish. You only catch a few words, a string of muttered pleas, or possibly curses. It’s sacred. Profane. Saints and sinners, heaven and hell, blood and soul.

It’s everything.

Santi’s at your back once more, his hands on your hips and a wicked smile pursing his lips. “You’ve got a hell of a mouth on you, Fish. Need me to fill it up?”

He lifts you up just far enough to push his cock between your sex and Frankie’s thigh. It’s slick and obscene and you think you could cum just from the sight of his swollen cock jutting between your thighs. You grind down, riding both of them, grip tightening around Frankie as his brows pinch at the sight, his tether clearly about to snap.

Santi sees it too.

“That’s enough.” When neither of you slow, he hauls you bodily apart. “Don’t make me tell you again.” Stern amusement tinges his voice but you know he means it.

“God damn it, Santi!” Every part of your body crackles with frustrated energy. You feel like a live wire casting off sparks, any one of them capable of setting off the wildfire building beneath your skin.

Frankie’s no better off. He’s fighting for control, unwilling to let either of you down, despite how badly he needs to cum.

You’re not sure how much longer either of you can take this.

This time, Santi doesn’t make you wait for his next move. He puts you where he wants you - on your knees in front of him, your ass in the air, eye level with Frankie’s cock. This time you don’t wait for permission, not from Santi. You lower your mouth onto Frankie, swallowing him eagerly, and nodding encouragement when his hips buck.

“Baby,” he groans. You hum and swirl your tongue around his blunt tip. Salt and musk lay heavy on your tongue and when he bumps the back of your throat, you drool contentedly around him.

Santi wraps a hand around your hip, steadying you as he pushes into your slick heat with a low moan. He chuckles approvingly when you push back against him.

“This what you needed?”

“Mmf-hmmm,” you mumble around Frankie’s cock, your nods pushing him even deeper down your throat. He gives a strangled groan and his hips jerk.

“Shit, I’m so close.”

Your skin feels tight, tingling, as you hang suspended between them, filled to the brim and so close to the bright edge of release. You can feel it barreling towards you as they move in tandem, white-hot pleasure building deep inside and threatening to burst behind your eyes.

When your inner walls begin to flutter, Santi wraps a hand around your throat and growls “don’t you do it.”

You close your eyes and breathe deeply not to cum just from that.

It’s only when you wrestle back control that you realize they’ve both gone still. Santi to prolong your torment, and Frankie because he knows if he so much as twitches, he’ll cum straight down your throat. Your cunt is throbbing with need and tears prick behind your eyes. You’re at the end of your rope, and Frankie’s fraying fast.

Carefully, you ease back and off of him and turn pleading eyes to your other mate.

“Santi, I love you, but if you don’t let us cum we might actually die.”

He lays one hand on your cheek, eyes softening when you lean into his touch. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?”

Leaning in, he kisses you soft and slow, then nods towards Frankie’s bound hands. “Go on, then.”

Before you can even reach for the belt, Frankie twists himself free, as if it weren’t leather restraining him, but only Santi’s word. He’s on you in a rush, scooping you onto his lap in grasping Santi’s shoulder to pull him closer in the same rough movement.

They fuck you between them, their cocks gliding in and out and together until you writhe as one in an eager, desperate rhythm. Your kisses grow sloppy as you gasp and cling, one set of teeth scraping over your jaw while another tongue plunders your open mouth. It’s slick and needy and then -

And then your breath catches, pleasure spiraling to a molten pinpoint, then exploding like a star. You shake and tremble in their arms, only their sweat-slick limbs propping your liquid body up as you dissolve between them. Frankie groans, nearly undone, and sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, a look of martyred focus on his face, but Santi grasps the back of his head, keeping the other man’s gaze fixed on his.

“Do it,” he orders, eyes burning like coals. “Fucking cum.”

As if from a great distance, you feel Frankie’s hold tighten as his spine stiffens, then a hot, pulsing rush as he cums. Even as his lips part on a ragged moan, his furrowed brow smooths, relief flooding him even as he fills you.

Only when both of you sag, finally, finally sated, does Santi find his own end, burying himself inside you with a satisfied grunt and spilling deep inside.

The next several minutes pass in a haze. Frankie’s fingers intertwining with yours. Santi’s forehead dropping to your shoulder. Your lips brushing over their brows, noses, eyelids. Lingering, affectionate touches, meant to soothe and ground. Muscles trembling, and with breathy chuckles at your baby-deer limbs, the three of you somehow lower yourselves onto the mattress, legs still tangled and bodies draped over each other, unwilling or unable to let go just yet.

Or maybe ever.

#Frankie Morales x Reader #Santiago Garcia x Reader #Frankie Morales x You #Santiago Garcia x You #Santiago Garcia x Frankie Morales #Triple Frontier fic #Insatiable #Fic #My fic

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walpu · 2 months

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LET'S GOOOOOO I've lost 50/50 on her banner so it's my way to cope

this bitchass app tries to shadowban me so i'm reuploading this

nsfw headcanons w/Sparkle

characters - Sparkle notes - gn!reader, nsfw, dom!Sparkle, no beta

Everything is insane when it comes to this girl.

First of all, I don't think she's a virgin.

She doesn't seek sex for the act itself, for her it's just another way to play a certain role she has in mind.

If you're her lover then be prepared to her shenanigans lmao.

Constant role-playing. Like I mean it. According to her stories and voice lines, she likes to make up origins and roles for herself just for the sake of it, so of course she won't miss a chance to put her imagination to a good use.

Calls herself a switch. Can be a dom or a sub depending on what role she wants to play. But I would say she's naturally more dom leaning, she can't help but notice that the roles where she gets to boss you around are more… fun to play.

Very kinky. I think she would be open to anything you may propose. And if eventually she dislikes the experience, she just dismisses it as boring.

Would probably have some issues with respecting boundaries. I mean in her voiceline about Sampo she literally complains that limitations are boring and "kill the vibe". Plus her disregarding other's comfort for the sake of elation is generally a big part of her character.

Butttt I do think that she'll try to respect your wishes more when she gets attached to you and develops some genuine feelings. Will she still complain that you're no fun tho? Sure.

Is heavily into marking. Loves biting you all over your body, especially your chest and neck.

Be prepared to be tied up regularly. For a girl who hates restrictions she surely loves restricting you a bit too much.

Loves watching your reactions and have a lot of kinks regarding that.

Would use ice cubes on you to see you squirm when she presses it to your most sensitive body parts. Would tickle you with feathers. A high chance she would suggest trying gun/knife play at least once.

Big on edging and orgasm denial. If she feels nice enough, she'll just edge you but eventually will let you cum. If she feels like being a meanie she is. Oh well.

Would constantly switch between praising and degrading you. One minute you're the only person who can truly satisfy her, a perfect dance partner, then boom you're her pathetic toy.

Has a surprisingly good stamina. If you're out of energy before she's satisfied, she'll complain and pester you. May use toys to distract herself while you're catching your breath but they're not enough, she needs your touch specifically. Won't hesitate to tell you this. And while she didn't try to flatter or compliment you with this comment, she's was just stating a fact, it's still nice to hear, is it not?

#hsr #honkai star rail #reader insert #sparkle x reader #hsr sparkle #sparklr #walp's writing

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 1 year

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Our Girl

Pairing: Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x Reader x Jake Seresin

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Minors interacting with this work will be blocked.

Notes:...Idk, my brain spit this out.

No physical descriptions, no use of y/n. Also not beta-read. Because it never is.

Warnings: Fluff; established relationship; explicit sexual content - overstimulation, fingering, implied threesome; dirty talk

Summary: Your hand slides from Bradley's neck, down to grasp insistingly at his forearm, rolling your hips into their hands before they can ask if it's too much—if you need a break, a breath, some water, something.

You do, but first you need this—release.

You always think that you know when they've each had their fill. Somehow, you're always wrong.

As Bradley pushes himself off of the creaky motel bed, murmuring something about grabbing a washcloth, Jake fills the space between your legs. His mouth presses to your heated skin of your neck. You can't help but suck in a gasp as his fingers smooth along your slick, aching clit, your thighs still trembling from his and Bradley's ministrations.

You whimper, hips rising up to meet the unhurried warmth of Jake's touch, head tipping to the side to give him more room—to kiss, suck, mark, whatever he likes. But he tips his chin up, whispering, "Relax."

Your body drops like a stone against the bed, and you suddenly realize that you've been holding yourself stiffly, still tensed from the rock of your last orgasm, not loose and boneless as Bradley had been for a few moments. You preen at Jake's hum of approval, and the tender peck he drops to your cheek.

"Leave her alone, Hangman."

Bradley gives the order almost lazily, with no heat. Jake hums, fingers still stroking up and down and up again with the lazy rhythm of a cat flicking its tail.

"She can take it," He argues, nose trailing the line of your jaw. "Our girl is just sensitive."

Our girl. It warms you, turns your insides to goo every time. It wasn't something they'd called you right out the gate.

"We've been neglecting her," Jake adds, "You've been lonely without us, haven't you, pretty baby?"

You nod, sliding your hands up to comb through his closely-cropped hair, grinning as the rake of your nails against his scalp makes him purr like a freshly-tuned engine. You turn your head, nuzzling his temple as his fingers continue to draw aimless figure-eights on your tender flesh.

"Haven't been neglecting her these last couple'a hours," Bradley argues. You feel the bed dip as he settle down, hear the plop of his setting the damp washcloth onto the bedside table. You don't tell him that you don't want anything like that going anywhere near your body after he put it there. God knows where it's been, what's it's touching now.

You just reach up, blinking your hazy eyes at Bradley as you lift a hand from Jake. You wrap it around the back of Bradley's neck, giving it a gentle tug, and grinning as he curls over you obligingly. He plants a hand on the mattress beside your head, lips brushing gently against yours. He hums softly, giving you another peck before he leans back just a little to hold your eyes.

"You really miss us, sweetpea?"

You nod, cock-drunk smile widening as Jake grips your jaw, making you nod a little harder.

"See that, Bradshaw?" He presses, glancing back at Rooster as his hand drifts down to rest lightly on your neck. "She missed us."

"I did, Bradley," You murmur, watching as Bradley's hardly-contained amused irritation melt to fondness as his gaze flickers from Jake to you. He leans in, pressing a kiss to your heated cheekbone.

"We missed you, too," He murmurs, smoothing his hand down your body. Your eyelids flutter, head tipping back against the pillows as Jake's fingers spear into your cunt, Bradley's taking on the steady swipe over your clit. Your hand slides from Bradley's neck, down to grasp insistingly at his forearm, rolling your hips into their hands before they can ask if it's too much—if you need a break, a breath, some water, something.

You do, but first you need this—release.

Jake hums approvingly, dropping kisses to your neck as he drives and curls his fingers, chuckling as you whimper, your thighs twitching as you ride the delicate line between sensitive pleasure and pain. You flinch, mouth dropping in a moan as Jake leans back just enough to gather and send a drop of spit gliding over your pussy. The slip of Bradley's fingers picks up, your whines and wails rising as Jake sweeps his tongue over one of your hardened nipples.

"Fuck," You breathe, breath and hips hitching as pleasure coils in your belly, "I—Oh, gosh."

"I love her like this," Jake coos, "You see her? See how we scramble her pretty little brain?"

"Do you ever stop talking?"

"Think we can make her cry?" Jake presses on, ignoring Bradley. "Remember last time we made her cry? Must'a been Reno."

"Few months ago now."

"Mhm." Jake lifts his head, and you can just barely make him out, see the way he and Bradley watch your squirming body. "So fucking soft for us that night. I think she would've let us take whatever we wanted."

"Would've." It falls out of your mouth unbidden, but you can't help it. You're riding their hands toward that high, sensitive and shivering as they drive you closer and closer to the edge. Your fingers tighten around their wrists, nails biting into their skin as they push and push and push—

"Would've," Jake repeats in a chuckle, nodding, "I bet. Think we can get her there again?" His gaze darts to Bradley, a mischievous smile on his lips, "All loose-lipped and loose-legged?"

Bradley doesn't answer Jake. His lips are pursed, his tempo lagging as he drags his gaze back to yours.

"You want that, sweetpea?" He murmurs, gaze searching your face. You nod hurriedly, pushing down against them and shoving your hips into their touch.

"Please," You breathe, "Please, Bradley—Wannit, please—"

Your trembling plea makes Jake chuckle, but you can't bring yourself to care. You can hear it, too. You can feel the way your tongue is too heavy to push the words out right, your body too consumed by them, their needs, to tell them properly that you want it. But you do. You want them to ruin you, to leave you as a husk, a puddle, a mess from their kisses, their touch, their tongues, their cocks.

Bradley doesn't laugh. Bradley smiles and dips his head, pressing a kiss to the hinge of your jaw, murmuring, "Alright," With a nod. "Whatever you want, sweetpea."

You shiver, hips lagging in their bounding as you cum with an aching slowness, your jaw dropping, your mouth loosing a yowl of shock as the waves of your orgasm crest and roll over you. Jake hums, fingers still curling and pressing as he urges, "Relax." It makes your body drop to the bed all over again, sucking a greedy breath into your lungs. Bradley's fingers still before lifting away, patting your thigh gently, fingers slick and smearing against your heated skin. Jake draws his fingers out of the clutch of your cunt and cuddles in, nuzzling against your neck and smoothing his hand over your belly. It's a moment before Bradley is following his lead. He strokes over your shaking thighs, pressing kisses to your neck as you yawn widely.

"We tiring you out?" Jake teases.

"Yes," You answer flatly, grinning as Bradley chuckles against your skin.

"Complaining?" Jake adds. You smile, raising a hand to grasp his jaw and tip his head up to look at him.

"Not for a second."

Bradley hums, sliding a leg over yours and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"That's our girl."

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Belong (3)

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Pairing: ot7 x reader

Genre: omegaverse au, hurt/comfort, Angst, romance

Synopsis: You seem to be falling in love with the pack and Jungkook isn't very happy but what will happen when. He realises you are his mate?

No warnings?! (Did I actually 😳 manage that)

Am I regretting making the different moodboards yes yes I am but was I still too invested to back out also yes

Your mother knocks on your door.

"Coming!!" You tell her opening your window and spraying all sorts of perfumes in the air so she doesn't worry about you.

Happy thoughts think happy thoughts . You think to yourself.

And it kind of sucks that all in the top of your head belong to the pack.

Your mom sits in the kitchen working on her laptop . A food package opened.

"Did you order something?" You ask sitting on the other side of the table.

"No the neighbour brought it."

"You hang out."

"Yeah a bit."

"Isn't he too old for you ?" She asks munching on the muffin her work abandoned for now.

"It's not like that he just helped me out before."

"Fine this old mother will nor interfere in your life."

"It's not that... ugh" You say picking for yourself some savory focacia bread.

"He did bring you breakfast after whatever happened to get you so depressed."

"You noticed."

"If I don't point everything does not mean I don't notice young lady."

"Mom." You say and go hug her. Nothing beats her calming scent anyway.

"My baby." She cooed. "Should we invite them to dinner so you can show me the skills you learnt in your cooking classes."

Yoongi is kind of nervous he fixes his good shirt called it. It was the new designer one Hobi had gifted him after getting a sponsorship.

Since only four of them Taehyung Hoseok Namjoon and himself were going. Yoongi felt a bit responsible, usually Seokjin would be a good at this sort of thing but Jungkook had latched onto Seokjin. Junkook had been pretty sensitive this morning throwing a tantrum when Jin left for the bathroom. He'd been biting their necks and scent glands. The need to mate high but probably subconsciously realised they weren't his mate.

True mates were rare and double mates even more. That is someone could be your mate but that didn't necessarily mean you were theirs.

Yoongi did think it was unfair but life wasn't ever fair.

He'd read an article which pointed out on how single mating was true more for males rarely seen in females to compensate periods experienced by the female population.

Yoongi checks the cake he had bought one last time and a vase Namjoon had selected as a gift because they were visiting your house for the first time.

Once everyone was ready they all marched to your door.

Luckily you were the one who opened the door. You too were dressed nicely. You greeted them with a smile and ushered them in.

Inside they sat on the sofa set as your mom entered. Namjoon straightened and put on a charming smile. He stood up to greet her.

"Hello I'm Namjoon, our pack Alpha and these are my pack mates Hoseok like myself an alpha, Yoongi is a beta and Taehyung our youngest omega." Namjoon introduced.

Your mother nodded.

"Are you close enough to be aware of our family history?" Your mother questions.

Yoongi answers. "She has mentioned a few things but we didn't want to pry and make her uncomfortable."

You on the other hand were in the kitchen bringing out snacks to hopefully lessen the tension.

Taehyung stood up and offered to help, your mom only nodded getting back to the conversations with the others. Asking about the others of the pack.

Taehyung enters the kitchen it smells amazing.

"Hello Y/nie"

"Tae." You respond smiling.

"Do you need help, I came to help."

"I'm done just need to check if everything is done properly."

"Do you want me to plate it. I'm good at setting up masterpieces." He says.

"Sure. Thank you."

"Anything for you sweetie." He replies and gets to work.

When the two of you bring out the snacks and beverages the atmosphere is pleasant.

To be fair you were worried about your mom grilling them. When it's time to set the dining table even Yoongi offers to help.

Later Namjoon and Hobi offer to cleanup.

When they are leaving you pack over the extra food you'd made for the others.

Hobi offers a kiss on your forehead this time you don't deny him. Shyly even yoongi forwards his cheek and you giggle before planting a soft peck.

Namjoon though was a bit stressed so he left earlier Taehyung went with him because a Namjoon inside his head was a disaster waiting to happen.

"Did something happen you ask?"

"Don't worry about it its just Jungkook. Jin texted about Jungkook calling Joon out."

"Oh ok."

You still didn't know how heats with your own pack worked. You had read about it but you and your mom spend them together and that was just you or her behaving like you did when you were sick and the other comforting and cooking if required. Though you did have a maid who cooked and cleaned and came twice a week.

You close the door still in your thoughts.

Your mother is on her phone probably going through work. You sit beside her.

She engulfs you into a hug. You both stay silent enjoying the peace.

"Mom.." You began.

"They seem like good people. Namjoon talked about you being important to them and being Jungkook's mate."

"What should I do?"

"Whatever you do.. know that you will always have your mom?"

Talking with your mom didn't give you an answer but it did clear your head.

Her phone rang.

"Who is it?" You ask.

" Maeum" your mom replies and checks the message.

Maeum was your mom's best friend and in a pack and wanted your mom in her pack but your mom had refused, they were still good friends.

"She is calling us for Christmas." Your mom informs.

"Why don't you go?"

"I go?" Your mom asks.

"I think we both need to spend time with a pack."

"Don't get smart with me young lady." She chides playfully.

You giggle.

"I love you momma." You say a little childish but you know it makes your mother soft.

"Love you to my baby."

You had not considered the possibility that nearing your winter vacation instead of you and your mom spending time together, your mom would go on to hang out with her bestfriend and their pack and you would be spending time with your neighbours.

Particularly Jungkook who in his rut induced state smiles very brightly as soon as he spots you. It unsettles you the fondness his primitive brain brings about.

You and Namjoon and Yoongi had discussed bringing you infront of Jungkook this very morning.

"I'm so grateful for this. Thank you. For real like whatever happens I.. I am so very grateful." Namjoon says rubbing your hand which he is holding with his thumb. He leads you towards the drawing room.

You feel you'd anxiety rise. Yoongi is helping Jimin set up a makeshift nest in the drawing room.

Before you step in the nest. Namjoon stops you.

You look up at him eyes slightly widened.

"What...?" Before you can fully question him he presents his proposal.

"May I scent you?" He asks softly. "I'm worried he'd jump you if he scents distress."

You nod.

Namjoons scent is woody and masculine and so him and when he rubs your scent glands with his you feel limbless all thoughts leaving except for your omega purring alpha.

"Baby stay here with me."

"Huh?" You ask dazed. Strong arms steady you and help you into the nest.

Yoongi sits beside you, this close you can feel a slight tinge of his smell and when he offers you his scent gland. You feel yourself break out of the heady alpha scent. It's an intimate act people especially beta offering their scent glands to another because if an alpha or omega scent mark it the scent can last for months and it's like saying the beta is accounted for.

Beta's usually prefer being scentless even in packs the dont feel the need to be gobbled up in the scent of their partners especially because it might result in a pseudo heat or rut depending on who marked them and unlike alpha's or omegas who experience it at set times Beta's can go through multiple cycles within weeks.

It is said that the Beta's resemble the earlier humankind the most, before the great breakdown such packs were frowned , people kept to themselves any human interactionwas severely limited with focus on independent mode,s of living. Due to a string of war, disease, natural disaster and decreased birth rate , resources were severely affected, increased potential but lack of manpower to actually be accessible. The existing people formed packs to combat this.

When vaccines got introduced a lot of people underwent physiological changes and thus the subgenders arose. With now developed sharper senses especially the olfactory, humans were more easily able to find a mate because biologically a person with opposite immunity had a more attractive scent and thus the offsprings had a better chance of survival.

Namjoon rubs the small of your back. You sit now relaxed but aware. Jimin gives you a reassuring smile. Mouthing a thank you.

Jungkook is flanked by Hobi and Taehyung. Jin behind them.

"Mate." He calls out. Slowly coming closer.

He reaches out to take your hand linking it with his and bares his scent gland.

You come close to him and rub his skin a little around the gland and that is enough to prompt him to take you in his arms.

You move a bit even though his grip is strong.

"Alpha please." You say softly coaxing him.

He nods a bit dazed. But he loosens his hold.

He settles hugging your waist. Soon you are sat beside him until the scent high makes him sleepy and he looses consciousness.

You too are tired and end up crashing next to him. The rest of the pack wants to cuddle you and Taehyung's temptation to take a picture is great but he is not sure how comfortable you would be with that.

When Jungkook wakes up the last vestiges of the rut are gone. The body hugging him is softer than his hyungs and smells nice, real nice and it's a scent he knows but he cannot place.

Mate, his subconscious whispers.

He opens his eyes disoriented. He seems to not be in the nesting room and instead in the living room. He searches for water his throat dry.

You whine as he moves.

Jungkook for the first time registers your presence.

Only one thing on his mind.

What in the world happened during his rut?

He pushes you away. Waking you up.

"Get away! Get off me" he says not realising he used his alpha voice.

A hurt whine escapes your lips. Your inner omega hurt on an alpha they'd just scented rejecting them.

Before the rest of the pack can wake up or react you are out of the door promising yourself to never be treated like this again.

This was was less possessive than expected but but hey it was almost nice. As always thoughts and ideas are welcome.

Hope you liked it 💜

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