#smut in second part

[spicyspiders]

i know we will go farther

Miguel O'Hara x male reader smut. Just a little something short for father's day. Warnings for daddy kink (happy father's day to Miguel, and Miguel only) and slight bondage (Miguel ties the reader's wrists up)

Clothed or unclothed, Miguel was always a sight to behold. You could spend hours watching him, memorizing the way what he wore would shift and pull on his body. His suit left little to the imagination and clung tightly to his broad shoulders. 

You never imagined that you would get the opportunity to see underneath his suit. Even after the romp in his bed after a particularly intense mission, you never thought you would have the chance to do it again. 

It kept happening and happening, and each time you found yourself in his bed, you spent all the time you could mapping out his body with your hands and eyes. 

You don’t remember the number of times you had slept with him, too blinded by the intense orgasms he would cause you to have, that it became more permanent than the one-time thing you expected, but it eventually did. 

Miguel’s tired “stay” and the pull of his arm around your body pulls you back into his bed, not knowing that his bed was now yours as well. It’s not talked about the next morning in a conversation that you should have probably had, but you come to accept the new situation. Later into that next day when you opened Miguel’s closet to find your suit as well as the other articles of clothing you wore, it only solidified what was started. 

“Everything else is in the third drawer,” Miguel said after padding into the room, and that was that. 

After your stuff was moved into his room, you never really ended up opening that third drawer. Instead, you opted into wearing whatever of Miguel’s looked comfortable. It was almost obsessive, the way you would only choose clothing that you had seen the other man had worn, but each item was different. 

Short sleeve shirts let you see all of the veins in his arms, whereas long sleeves would cover them up, but how the fabric would cling tightly to his arms would make you wish you had claws of your own so you could tear the fabric away. Sweaters made the man look soft and comfortable, showing a side that Miguel would rarely show. 

You wore your own pants, but the thought always popped into your head of how they would look on Miguel. You always came to a similar conclusion that the pants would of course look good on him. With how perfect Miguel’s ass was, anything could make it look good. 

Miguel could so easily turn you on just from the clothes he wore, and the man knew exactly the effect he could have. It almost felt like each day you were getting riled up to finally find some form of release when Miguel would pull his clothes off at the end of the day. 

By that time, you had trouble keeping your hands to yourself. Miguel had already made a few comments about tying your hands up and see how you would react, but the comment would soon be forgotten after Miguel remembered firsthand how good your hands could make him feel. 

However, days after he had made the comment again, you entered your bedroom to find Miguel lounging on the bed, a red rope held loosely in one hand. 

The rope captivated your attention, your mind stuck on thoughts of what Miguel was possibly going to do with it. With your attention stolen, time passed in a blur, and you only found your focus again when Miguel wrapped the rope around your wrists and tied your hands together. 

Miguel had pulled your clothes as before tying your hands, so when he pushed your down with two of his warm hands on your shoulders, you were left kneeling on the floor between his spread legs, naked and bound. 

You watched with bated breath as Miguel took his clothes off. The articles joined the pile yours made in a corner of the room, the last piece being his underwear. 

Miguel wasted no time guiding you forward between his spread legs so he could feed his cock into your mouth. His cock was still almost entirely soft, but that did not deter you. You weren’t sure if Miguel was aware, but most of the time you preferred his cock to be soft when you took it in your mouth. You already loved sucking his cock, but being able to feel his cock thicken up on your tongue was an added bonus. 

Miguel’s cock was intimidating in size, even when soft, but it sent a thrill through your body knowing how big it would get. With your hands bound, it made you nervous as you felt his cock harden on your tongue. If your hands were free you would pull off his cock and wrap your hand around what couldn’t fit in your mouth, but in the moment, all you could do was pull off. 

You wished at least one of your hands was free so you could wrap your fingers around the base and pull the foreskin down so you could tease the head with your tongue. It always made Miguel softly swear when you would tease the sensitive glands on the head of his cock with your tongue, but now all you could settle for was running your tongue under his foreskin. 

It nearly had the same outcome, and at the sound of Miguel’s low groan, you could feel your cock starting to harden. 

“Want more?” Miguel asked before he wrapped one hand around the base of his cock. Now fully hard, he guided it back into your mouth the second you gave a stiff nod. 

Almost halfway, you tried to stop, but a hand at the back of your neck kept guiding you down. Slowly, Miguel pushed his cock deeper than you had ever taken it, making you gag. 

“C’mon, baby, I know you can take it,” Miguel said. Pulling away, he gave you a moment to breathe while he gave a few pulls to his cock. 

You couldn’t help but squirm around. You had energy that you wanted to use that you weren’t able to because of your bound hands. You wanted to wrap your hands around Miguel’s cock and stroke it for him, but all you could do was pant wetly at his feet. 

Miguel smirked and again wrapped a hand around the base. This time, he led the head of his cock to your lips to smear around the bead of precome that had come out as he tugged at his cock. 

“Want more?” Miguel asked, and when you eagerly nodded, his smirk turned into a toothy grin, his fangs out and gleaming in the light of your bedroom. “Want daddy’s cock?”

You felt a hot wave of lust flow through you at the singular word. You have never called Miguel that before, and weren’t sure if he would even be into that, but hearing the word come from his mouth made you excited. 

You licked your lips, chasing the bitter flavor that was left from his precome, and nodded eagerly again, “yes.”

“Yes what, baby?” Miguel asked back in a low voice. 

Your cock gave a twitch as your mouth formed around the word, “yes, daddy.”

“Good boy,” Miguel responded. 

You felt his praise wash over you as you teased the exposed head of his cock with your tongue. You wished you could put your hands on his thighs and feel the strong muscles twitch under your fingers as you pleasured him with your mouth, but you were happy to watch as the muscles twitched from your doing. 

Miguel’s praise echoed throughout your brain as you took his cock in deeper. You did your best to push through your gag reflex, but when the head of his cock met the back of your throat, you felt it trigger. 

It brought tears to your eyes as your throat struggled to take in the girth of Miguel’s cock. Your tears spilled over when Miguel left your throat with a groan. You opened your eyes that had slipped shut while his cock was in your throat, ready to give him an apology. You were instead taken aback as you watched Miguel wrap a hand around his cock and give a few quick wet pulls. 

You watched in awe as Miguel came with a loud moan. His sweaty chest heaved up and down as his cock spurted white strands that landed messily on your face. A few even managed to land in your half-open mouth, coating your tongue with the taste of Miguel’s spend. The taste reminded you of your own cock, which hung between your legs, dripping strings of precome. 

In a flash, Miguel is leaving his spot on the bed and making his way down on the floor to claw your hands free. “I’ve got you,” he murmurs as maneuvers you until he can make his way between your spread thighs. 

Your hips jump when Miguel wraps a hand around your cock to start a steady rhythm. 

Miguel licks at his come on your face, and pushes his tongue in your open, panting mouth, only when he’s satisfied that he’s cleaned up the mess. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper when Miguel pulls away. 

Miguel’s brows drop to look at you in confusion, “for what?” Miguel questions, still stroking your cock. 

“Couldn’t,” you let out a breathy moan as Miguel’s thumb teased at the wet head of your cock before continuing, “couldn’t take you all the way.”

Miguel presses a wet kiss to your lips before dipping down to nip at the skin of your neck. “You did so well for me, baby,” he says into the sweaty crook of your neck. He kisses a path up to your ear, “did so good for your daddy,” he whispers hotly into your ear. 

His words push you over the edge and you come across his fist, coating the tan skin with your white ropes of come. 

Miguel strokes you through it, and stops when your cock begins to soften in his fist. He gathers you into his arms and the two of you exchange soft kisses as you come down from your orgasm. 

“We can practice again once I buy a new rope,” Miguel says after pulling away from a kiss, only to them initiate another. 

“You should get a blue and a red one next time,” you respond and feel a shiver run through your body at the possessive look that flashes in Miguel’s eye.

#x male reader #x male reader smut #miguel o'hara x male reader smut #miguel o'hara x male reader #miguel o’hara x reader #kind of want to write a second part where miguel ties the reader up and rides him

[blkgirl-writing]

Part 1.5 of: What happened at the moon lit pond

Gale x Fem!reader

(Link to part ONE)

Note: Very flustered Gale 😩 it’s a little shorty to go between parts. Technical FEM reader but no pronouns are mentioned in this.

TW: BJ, swallowing cum, drained gale, obviously a bit graphic.

Word count: 587

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"but-" you knew he was going to mumble something about how he'd rather please you more, but deep down he really needed your mouth on his fat cock.

"I take care of you this time, ok? your head can be between my legs anytime after" You knew that would send him into a spiral. Your hands made his way up his toned, tan thighs and over to his erection, placing a gentle hand on his balls and the other firmly gripping his dick, stroking slowly, drawn out. “Now tell me you need it-“

Gale opened his mouth to respond, but a simple, deep moan fell from his lips as your tongue was gently pressed against his tip, unmoving, waiting for him to beg for more to give in.

“I-“ he shivered, clenching his fist.

Your lips formed around his tip and pulled back, placing a small and delicate kiss on him. “What was that?”

“Take it all. Gods take all of my cock in your pretty little mouth, please-“ his hands flew up to grasp at your hair, taking a fistful and gently (with much restraint on his part) pushed your head further onto his cock, guiding your bobbing head in the perfect rythem. Your tongue flirted around his tip and down his shaft at he fucked your throat.

It was hard for you to keep his gaze, straining up from his frankly, massive cock, instead you switched from his glistening eyes to his tattoos chest. His cock pumping in and out of your throat and hand that was grasped around the base of him. You moaned around him, vibrations sending a shiver down his spine. It felt so good. Too good. He was already about to cum and it had only been a few minutes, if that. But looking down at you, with those pretty lips perfectly wrapped around his cock, eyes practically ordering him to cum. But gods did he want to see you like this forever.

You made sure to moan one more time before coming up for air, a small "pop" sound from your lips leaving him, "It's ok, you can cum in my mouth," you winked. "I won't leave a mess. We don't want the others to see, do we?"

Gales mouth fell open, stumbling over his words several times before he swallowed all the pent up pleasure to attempt to answer "As long as i feel your lips around my dick I don't have a care in the world."

"well then..." your tongue grazed his shaft before you took him fully, or as much as you really could, into your mouth. bobbing aggressively, milking that orgasm out of him. Moans and stroking in sync. He had no chance of lasting long, that was clear.

He pulled your head in, sinking your throat down on his cock a but further as he spilled down your mouth, cum filling you up, much more than you expected. his hips jerked as he whimpered, eyes fluttering closed. His energy drained from his body clearly, in fact you had to help him from falling over, quickly swallowing what was left in your mouth.

"Gale, watch it big boy" you clutched his back, drawing yourself back up from the ground. "take it easy. Didn't know I was that good. You used your free hand to wipe the rest of his cum off your lips.

"you're very versed in... that-" he sighed, head thrown back, gazing at the sky.

"you should see me ride then."

"I hope to"

#took a surprisingly long time to write but the second part will be out soon! #gale of waterdeep #smut #gale x reader #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate gale #baldurs gate x reader #gale #fanfiction #x reader #gale x tav #gale dekarios #gale bg3 #gale headcanons

[soulinheehee]

I wanna feel you from the inside

˚⁺‧ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

˚⁺‧ 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦: 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥

˚⁺‧ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: strap, dom/sub, double penetration, 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘤𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 (𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦)

𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘶𝘵𝘤

You gasped as she slid the whole length in. Even though you peeked from your shoulder, you couldn't quite see what was happening lower her chest due to the limited view. What surprised you was when Arlecchino brought her hand to the bedside table; it was on the opposite side of your view, so you didn't see what she took, and even if you turned your head to look, it would already be too late as she has already placed the thing she took closer to her. Further from your view.

You shivered when Arlecchino bent down to you and whispered in your ear in a low voice:

"It might hurt a little, be patient."

You didn't know what was about to happen. Well, that was a lie... You had an idea of what was about to happen.

You returned your gaze at Arlecchino as she straitened up again, looking at your lower body with a devilish smirk. Then, you felt something cool and wet pressing against your hole. Stretching you a little, Arlecchino slowly and gently inserted a finger. You pressed your hand at your mouth, trying to silence a particularly lewd whine... only to fail and earn a deep chuckle, that velvety voice of hers sending shivers down your spine.

When you didn't look in much discomfort, Arlecchino started moving her hand. You instinctively jumped a little at the action, but when you did that reminded you of the toy in your vagina. You... you probably shouldn't try and do this on your own, right?.. Like a good girl, you should wait for your superior to give a proper order (there was a reason she didn't start thrusting when she got inside.)

But you couldn't help but squirm under her, trying to get off on your own. In your instant of pleasure you forgot where Arlecchino put her other hand...

Until she landed a smack on your ass.

"Having fun, are we?" Her usually cold hand helped easing the pain slightly as she caressed the hand print left on your skin. Only to land another smack there, tracing the skin with her nails before gripping it, so the burning sensation would continue for longer.

Even if embarrassed, you felt like you should do something. "I-Im sorry, my Lord, t-this won't happen again..." You cringed at how shaky your voice sounded, but the apology seemed to satisfy Arlecchino. She smacked you one more time for good measure, then resumed her rhythmic movement, adding another finger.

You tried not to disturb her this time. Spreading your legs a little wider and arching your waist you earned a pleased chuckle from Arlecchino: thanks to you she got a better access.

But then she suddenly pulled her fingers out. Whimpering under her, you looked at her desperately, trying to find out what happened. Your vision was still just as limited as it was the previous time, the only thing you could see happening was Arlecchino doing something when she pulled out the toy slightly. Hearing wet sounds after, you assumed that she was re-applying lube, so you returned your face back into the pillow. Well, you were only partially correct. Arlecchino, in fact, really was applying lube on the toy. But it wasn't the only toy she did that to. You realized that when you felt something press to your behind. The next moment you heard the husky deep voice next to your ear:

"Tell me that you want this."

Tell her that you want this.

How you wanted to fall through the ground that moment!

She clearly sees you squirming and whimpering under her, and she still wants you to beg her!

The only thing that you could do is make another whimper.

"I can't hear you, dear. What was that?"

"Please..." you whispered, your voice weak in shame of your own desires.

"Hmm? Please what?" You felt her sharp nails trace the place where her hand landed a few minutes ago. This sensation mixed together with the one that was caused by the toy filling you, as well as your craving to be filled even more, the three feelings turning your mind into a mess. To feel her thrust inside you, her hips occasionally pressing to your own.

What holy still remained, left you the same moment the words left your mouth:

"My Lord, please, fuck me..."

You hid your face in the pillow instantly. A chuckle sounded a little further from your ear as you felt her cool fingers move your hair from your neck. She bit you when she slid both straps inside your ready and needy holes. Licking the teeth mark and kissing the skin around, she thrusted her hips faster and faster with every second.

You cried and writhed under her, your body so sensitive because of all the foreplay as well as the fact how full you felt with her. She alone was enough for you, yet you couldn't help but thirst for more of her. She was more than anyone else could ever give, and you wanted everything she could give, and some more.

It was so overwhelming, yet it felt so right.

Arlecchino kissed the base of your neck as she lowered her hand. Her arm locked around your waist, holding you closer to herself. Blinking away the tears of pleasure, you felt around with your own hand, until it found Arlecchino's. As you placed your palm on top of hers, you intertwined your fingers with hers. You didn't care if it was the same hand she stretched you with. Arlecchino's other hand pressed your to the matrass, fingers intertwined as well.

You clenched around the two lengths inside as she pushed in and out, the textured part of the toy leaving you breathless as it brushed on the entrance of your vagina.

Your eyes slowly rolled back at the pleasure Arlecchino provided, you loved it thoroughly of course, but... your clit was just so so neglected. You couldn't finish. You didn't want to let go of Arlecchino's hands that fitted so nice against your own, but there didn't seem to be any other toys around for you to use on your clit. You whined desperately, your voice filled with no other emotion than lust, completely unhidden and clear.

"Please..." you could only mutter. "My Lord, please.. I.. I need..." the rest of the sentence was so muddled one would not be able to understand. Arlecchino, though, smiled. The hand that was pressing yours down moved away, to rest on your pelvis, just barely brushing past your pubic hair.

"I don't hear what you're saying, babygirl. Say loud and clear for me, won't you?"

You couldn't think straight. Hell, you couldn't think at all! Just why is she always like this... Speaking in such state was already enough of a challenge in itself, couldn't she understand it? You mustered all the will you had:

"Mommy, please... I need your fingers down there... I need you so bad, please..."

Arlecchino seemed to be taken aback by the sudden change of the pet name used, but she didn't dislike it. Biting and sucking on your neck, she, instead, moved her hand up to play with your breast. Licking the hickey she left, she cupped your soft flesh, her thumb pressing and twisting your nipple.

You had to bite on the pillow to not whine like a wild animal in heat. You craved for the sweet feeling of an orgasm, and when you thought you were almost close, it was taken away. You didn't know whether your tears were of pleasure or sadness anymore.

Arlecchino, of course, never stopped pushing.

But when she kissed your shoulder that was bruised in teeth marks, she finally lowered her hand where you believed it should be.

Her middle and ring fingers landed on your clitoral hood. Moving just a little, without even opening the sensitive bud, she already did more than you could ask for.

Being fucked as you were filled completely left you overly sensitive: Arlecchino feared the session would end too soon if she started on your clit early. But seeing you so needy to the point of crying for a release, it couldn't leave her untouched. Despite wanting to continue for longer, she decided you deserved a good orgasm.

Which crashed on you just mere seconds after she actually touched you. Your lewd moaning ringing in your own ears. Your breathing messy. There wasn't enough air. You breathe in so deeply and breathe out hearing her growl next to your ear, as you were trying to recover from your orgasm.

She slowed her thrusts, stopped moving her hand. She pressed you even closer to her body as you were riding the sensation of unearthly pleasure. You silently thanked her for not stopping completely, as if she was trying to extend your afterglow. In attempt to show your affection to her you rubbed her palm with your thumb, after which a kiss landed behind your ear.

She began pushing faster.

You barely got a moment to properly breathe in as she pumped the air out of your lungs. You mewled into the poor pillow, having no energy to do anything in your position. The piece of interior was so dump now because of all your tears, sweat and saliva, it probably was beyond fixing. You heard something fall off the bed.

So mercilessly Arlecchino fucked you in both your vagina and ass. The second orgasm came even quicker. As did the third.

And soon after you were nothing but an overly sensitive mess that was being overstimulated by your Lord, and you couldn't be happier. When the fourth orgasm crashed on you, you honestly feared you might pass out. Your mind hazy, you tried pulling Arlecchino's hand away from your poor abused clit, but your whole body felt less solid than a hydro slime, you just didn't have enough strength to do anything.

Satisfied after your fifth, Arlecchino finally released you. She tried to pull out as gently as she could, remembering the state you were in, yet still even the slightest move near your crotch made you feel like you were falling apart.

"Such a good girl," she kissed your cheek that was all wet from your tears of pleasure. "You did so well for me," kiss. "So beautiful to me."

The last kiss landed on your lips. You honestly missed kissing her on the lips during the session, but it was definitely worth it, as when you finally met her she tasted sweeter than any honey and sugar, her lip balm (or, more likely, what was left of it) intoxicating your brain.

You... you honestly did your best not to fall asleep. "Don't go... sleep," you whined when Arlecchino moved away.

"Who's gonna clean up the mess?" she answered. "You?"

"I'll clean everything... tomorrow," you rolled on your back. The pain of being pressed face down into pillow is finally over. "Come here," you stretched your arms in a welcoming gesture. Hugs. You wanted hugs.

But Arlecchino didn't come to you. Growling and tired she got off the bed. She undid the harnesses and took the strap off, laying it on the bedside table, along with the fallen earlier lube bottle.

After sipping the whole glass of water down, she looked at you. Noticed and happy, you patted the place beside you.

"You're all sweaty."

"Nooo......"

You didn't want to go to the bath! Well, you did, of course, but not now! You wanted hugs while you're still fucked silly!

"I hug you for a minute, and we go to bath," she offered.

"Ten."

"Five. Take it or no hugs."

...

"Alright, five minutes and bath. But I'll be the big spoon tonight."

"Sure you will."

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact x you #genshin fanfic #arlecchino #arlecchino genshin #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino x you #arlecchino smut #i'm sorry #second part of arle/artist turns out to be longer than what j expected so i post this instead #female reader #wlw

[harbingersglory]

hii could i req an soft dom arlecchino x sub/fem reader?? something w a really needy whiny reader n maybe like a mommy kink or thigh riding IDK tysm for ur time !

{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader {☆} warnings 18+ content

"Slowly, doll. We're not in a rush." Arlecchino reprimands lightly, squeezing your hips with just enough force to keep you unmoving on her thigh– she was still being gentle, but the subtle warning in her tone spoke to how easily she could push you against the desk and turn you into such a mess that you couldn't even remember your own name..just that you were hers.

But the barest hint of stimulation from her slacks pressed against your throbbing cunt had you twitching, barely able to form words. All you could think about was the scorching, twisting need building in your stomach, desperation for relief slowly climbing until you'd think she was doing this on purpose to drive you mad.

"Please– 'm a good girl, right? I've been good.." You choked out, only to be met with the rough, husky laugh echoing in your ear that made you feel dizzy with a rush of need, her nails gliding along the skin of your hips as she pressed you down even more firmly– you couldn't see her face but it was easy to imagine the crooked smile twisting her lips at the way you inhaled sharply and tried to buck against her thigh.

"Shh. I know, doll. I've got you, just relax." She murmured in that sickly sweet tone that always had your knees buckling, the raspiness of her voice sending shivers down your spine. It was almost impossible to relax with her so close, the notes of metal lingering on her skin despite how well she presents herself– but you trusted her, despite how you know you shouldn't.

"There we go. Good girl." Arlecchino's grip on your hips loosened just enough for you to move if you so wished, and oh did it take every ounce of restraint to not do just that..she hadn't said you were allowed to, and you weren't about to spoil her good mood by being a brat. Not tonight, anyway. "Do you want to cum, doll?"

The fervent nod you offer in place of words draws a laugh from her lips, one that is almost mocking, making your face flush in embarrassment– but the sudden tap against your hip makes your mind go blank to the point you forget it all together, focused only on the feeling of her thigh rubbing against your cunt as you bucked against her thigh, the fabric slick and wet against your inner thighs. You'd have half the heart to be embarrassed about that, too, if not for the sudden brush of her thumb against your aching, neglected clit. Just that small touch has you speeding up your movements, practically drooling as you whimpered like a dog in heat.

"That's more like it, doll. Such a pretty girl." Arlecchino hummed, her other hand trailing up your stomach, between the valley of your breasts and ghosting across your throat before settling on grabbing your jaw in a firm, yet almost tender touch as she tilted your head to the side just enough for her to pull you into a burning kiss. It left you lightheaded, grinding down against her thigh as she claimed your mouth as her own, her thumb still ghosting over your clit sporadically.

She'd spent so long teasing you, constantly touching you but never where you needed her, that you already felt like you were going to snap like a wire. She must've been in a really good mood, then, when she pulled away from the kiss with an almost predatory lick of her lips, yet she settled on pressing kisses to your skin rather then the usual sharp bite of her teeth as they sunk into the curve of your shoulder.

"Are you close? Go on. I want to see your face when you cum– you look the prettiest when you finally break apart, doll." Arlecchino mused idly– as if she wasn't talking to you while you continued to rub your aching cunt against her thigh, chasing your own release through shaky, strained breaths. Her thumb swiped over your lips, brushing strands of hair stuck to your skin from your face– at the same time as she swiped her thumb more firmly against your clit, creating a vicious contrast that had you both melting at the barest hint of almost softness from her and the touch of her hand between your legs, dragging you into an orgasm that leaves you trembling and, had she not shoved her fingers into your mouth, screaming, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.

"All done, little doll. Take it easy." She murmured, voice so quiet you almost didn't hear it, thumb swiping across your cheek to wipe away the stray tear, her hands pulling away to settle on your sides. "You did well– good girl. Let me take it from here."

#genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #minors dni #writing tag #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino smut #i considered the mommy part for half a second but i see arle as the biggest butch and i didnt want 2 swap it on the fly looks around #the projection is just a little too hard my bad. i am obnoxiously annoying abt butch arle... #n e way ough soft arle...........not done enough......arle being rough is a given bc shes Like That but like #soft....... #i am weak for a woman who can do both and switch on a dime #arle imo leans like. 80-90% towards rough but shes got a soft spot if shes in a good mood yknow.. #i wrote this at 1 am on like uhhh 2 hrs of sleep if it isnt good uhhhhh blame it on that lol #im just feeling it out rn anyway tryna get into writing proper smut again its been a hot minute oop #passes out and dies ough...................... #also did NOT spellcheck i just wrote it all in one sitting and called it a day i am gonna pass out now so if u see a typo.... #no u didnt #im not done yet wait a minute okay now just. soft arle got me okay. its rlly rare but shes good at playing nice okay #the appeal of arle is fucked up little creature but sometimes u want 2 be pampered i get it #OKAY im actually shutting up now passes out in the middle of the road

[oceisastar]

consider this: power bottom reader who has blade bare, muzzled and collared. imagine him on top of you, grinding and rutting desperately against your thigh. it's maddening; the way you look up at him with those sultry eyes, all of you laid beneath him - but he's not allowed to seize you with his hands, or his mouth, or sheathe himself into you so he can drive into you like he so badly wants to. (even if he could, he'd be denied his release again and again. cock ring :> )

MDNI (gn!reader; begging, grinding, muzzle, masturbation, reader calls him “puppy” once, teasing)

and then cupping his face and nuzzling against his muzzle while his eyes go wild, but he can’t do anything about it. all he can do is keep rutting until he’s aching, throbbing with need.

oh my, masturbating beneath him while he’s not allowed to touch—just watching your fingers play with your sex the way he wants to, no, needs to. he’s drooling inside the muzzle, eyes fervent with heat. when you whimper, his eyes nearly roll back in his head at the sound. and your scent—thick and musky, he thinks he might go insane. the air is of full of it, his and yours mixing together despite you not letting him touch you with his hands or mouth. but god, he needs to take you in his mouth or he might explode.

you reach down, spreading your arousal on your fingertips and brush against his cock. the reprieve has him gasping, nearly grabbing at you for purchase before he catches himself.

“my star,” he says, and your eyebrows go up.

“so sweet, my darling boy? something to ask?”

“take it off. I’ve had enough—I need to touch you. I can’t take this any longer.”

“surely it hasn’t been that long?”

he grits his teeth. “it’s been hours.”

“are you sure? last I checked it had been about 30 minutes.”

he groans in misery. you can feel him dripping on your thigh.

“ask properly, blade.”

“...please, I humble myself before you. let me touch you, my star.”

you wrap your legs around him in one last attempt to tempt him, to test his willpower and he grits his teeth so hard he practically growls. but he doesn’t move, not even when your sweet hole brushes against the tip of him.

you smile and reach down, deftly removing the cock ring. he gasps, doubling over into you and you laugh, running your hand through his hair and nuzzling him into your neck. before pushing him down so his mouth is up against your crotch.

“now. show me what you can do, hm, puppy?”

#I’m ngl idk anything abt his character I’ve seen him all of 2 seconds but I want to fuck him #ngl I kinda switched dynamics writing this bc 1.) I’m not a power bottom and 2.) I was in 2 diff moods when I wrote parts of it #but who cares lmao #hsr #hsr smut #hsr x reader #hsr x gn reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail smut #hsr blade #blade smut #blade x reader #dom!reader #hsr thirsts #honkai star rail thirsts #blade thirsts #blade x gn reader #blade x genderneutral reader #hsr x gender neutral reader

[crazy-ache]

Hello😙 Im here to request 17

(Wouldn’t mind if it gets smutty) (tag me if you’re already writing it)

17...to distract

Get it off me. 

The singular thought pounded with every beat of her heart, reverberating under the walls of her skin. Get it off me. Elain repeated the command in her mind over and over again, loud enough that it drowned out his unexpected words from her memory. “This was a mistake,” he had told her before winnowing away into the shadows, as he always did. 

As she raced up the stairs of the river house, away from the humiliation she had endured down below on the Solstice night, all she could feel was Azriel’s damn rose necklace choking her neck. She pumped her legs faster and faster in hopes of outrunning the tears pricking at her eyes and the sob building up in her chest; she needed to get to her room before the emotions escaped her, before anyone else could find her. 

Her chest heaved—a warning of the inevitable. A tidal wave was inside her with nowhere to crash. Elain’s hand clutched the final wooden bannister, her feet shakily meeting the landing. Her room was just to the right of the stairs. All she had to do was make one more turn. 

Except he was there. As if he had been waiting. 

The awareness of his presence was instantaneous. Her momentum halted and with a slow turn of her head to the left, she saw Lucien standing outside his door in the hallway, his red hair nearly molten by the window’s soft moonlight. Of course he was here, as he had spent the night after the Solstice celebrations. Even in the darkness, she could see the gold of his mechanical eye, the sharp line of his jaw. Lucien said nothing as he studied her, which told her the truth she should have known—he knew exactly what had occured with the Shadowsinger just a floor below. 

She took in his unreadable expression that cautiously appraised her. But did he really know? 

That it was his fault she needed to distract herself with the Shadowsinger in the first place? That his very presence demanded to feed the primal beast that laid dormant inside her core, only awoken by the call of her mate.

To be wanted, to be liked, to be kissed, even temporarily...it was just to satiate the desire.

And so his rejection had stung, a sharp slap to the face, still burning as she beheld her mate at the end of the hallway. Her mate. Undoubtedly the reason underscored in Azriel’s declaration of his so-called mistake. And now the reason she was left once again with nothing but that near damning wanting that threatened to eat her alive. 

The thought alone released the waiting tidal wave inside her chest. Elain grasped at the necklace, her other hand attempting to cover the sob wrenched from her throat. And finally, those words echoing inside found her voice. “Get—it—off—me!” She gasped, desperate to find enough air to fill her lungs before another cry shook her body. 

For whatever it was worth, Lucien abided her command. He reached her in three long strides, where he stood behind her, two strong hands taking her by the shoulders. “Breathe,” he whispered, his grip and words steadying her trembles. “Breathe, Elain.” 

There was a resounding beat of a drum. Lucien’s heartbeat. 

With a soft touch, he pushed her thick hair to the side, his warm hands grazing the nape of her neck as he undid the necklace clasp with careful precision. It was barely there, but his hands gave her the urge to confess everything to him—that Azriel’s hands hadn’t come close to the way he felt. That Azriel’s scarred touch was a salve to the burn that the mating bond left her. And Lucien’s touch was the flame itself. 

The cold chain left her skin and she could finally breathe, a sharp gasp filling her chest. She felt Lucien turn her, forcing her feet to move, until she faced him directly. Their faces were only inches apart and it was perhaps the closest they had ever stood. 

She wanted to find the same anger mirrored on his face. She wanted to witness his hurt and confusion and jealousy she had assumed he would harbor against her. But it wasn’t there. Only something softer and kinder laid behind his gaze in comfort.

"It will pass," Lucien whispered, his eyes finding hers. Kinder than she deserved. "You will be alright."

Something about his words unleashed her. Elain could not hold herself up anymore, could not repress what was building up inside her. She threw her arms around his neck in an embrace, the tears sliding from her shut eyes. He tensed momentarily before snaking his arms around her waist, firm but gentle.

Elain could not stop.

Without an ounce of control, she dragged her nose along the column of his neck, inhaling his scent deeply, her fingers digging into his back. She didn't know what she was doing but she needed to fill her lungs with him. The scent alone made her head feel like a drunken haze. The only thing she recognized in that moment was the nervous flutter of his heartbeat in the pulse of his neck.

At her realization of what she had just done, Elain shuddered.

"It's only natural," Lucien blurted out.

”There is nothing natural about this," Elain hissed, stepping angrily back, away from his warm body, her skin crying out at the loss. "There is nothing natural about wanting you when I do not know you. There is nothing natural about dreaming of you constantly,” 

But Lucien did not mirror her. Did not back down. In fact, he stepped closer. "Then look me in the eyes and tell me the truth—does this feel wrong?” He ran his knuckles across her cheek, and where their flesh met sang for mercy.

He was right and she knew. Gods, did she know it.

"I can't do this anymore," Elain breathed, glancing between the necklace and her mate. Lucien's face splintered into a frown.

And she hated that look on his face so much, Elain could do nothing but surge forward, her lips finding his own. She wasn't ready for this but she needed the distraction, needed to feed the starving, longing, yearning burn coiling at her core. She couldn't keep fighting. Not tonight.

When they kissed, it was fire meeting fire. When he touched her, he could have burned the entire city down with his heat. And when Elain's tongue crashed into his, there was only one certainty—this wouldn't be the end.

@bettdraws so sorry there is no smut but I gave u angst

Kiss prompts.

#OOPS NO SMUT #IM SORRY #MAYBE I WILL POST A SECOND PART TOMORRW #I took this one too seriously lmaooooo #elucien #elucien fanfic #elain x lucien #ask game #kiss prompts

[burnthatbridge]

illicit affairs

buddie | E | chapter 1 of 8(ish) | 3k | just a boy helping his boy bestie figure out gay sex, with a side of infidelity This is how it starts: Buck goes on a date with Tommy. How it goes from there, Eddie can't even begin to explain.

Chapter 1: born from just one single glance

It’s in the aftermath, when Bobby and Athena are safe and being checked over and the 118 plus family and friends is piled in the waiting room as usual — they all have their preferred chairs with how often they’re here — that Eddie’s unfocused mild interest in this new guy who his friends trust, turns to sharp notice. 

Eddie has to step away to call Carla, to let her know they got Athena and Bobby, to assure her that he’s fine, Buck’s fine, they’re all fine. And then he spares an extra moment to text Marisol because he knows she’ll see the news soon, if she hasn’t already, and will worry.

After, when he returns to the waiting room, Tommy’s in his seat. Eddie doesn’t really have a specific one he favors so much as he always takes one next to Buck. So, it follows that, Tommy is now sitting beside Buck. 

When Eddie left, Buck’d been pale-faced, and shaky in a way he wasn’t when Bobby was missing and he had a goal to focus on. Eddie hadn’t wanted to leave him, but it was Buck who’d said didn’t he need to call Carla? Let Chris know they’re okay?

Eddie pauses across the room and regards the scene before him. Tommy is leaned in, chatting to Buck, making wide, expressive gestures with his hands as he does. Buck’s still more grey than pink in the cheeks and one hand is clutching the arm of his chair, but he’s stopped picking at the patch of peeling paint he’s about tripled in size over their past handful of waiting room residences and there’s a hint of a smile curling the side of his mouth, which had been a grim line before, waiting for the doctor to report back on Bobby and Athena, waiting to be allowed to see them. 

“He’s in good hands.”

Eddie starts at Hen’s words. She appears from behind him carrying two paper cups of what Eddie understands from experience is the worst coffee known to man. He used to force it down because caffeine is caffeine, but he can’t anymore. It reminds him too much of the three minutes and seventeen seconds that were some of the worst of his life.

read on ao3

#what is this? #me posting a wip??? #buddie #911 #911 abc #buddie fic #911 fic #myfic #infidelity fic #this is not a buck/tommy fic #i'm very sorry if that's what you're looking for but he's only in this for like 5 seconds #i just needed him to kick things off #eddie is with marisol though #hence the *infidelity* #you have been warned #helping your boy bestie figure out gay sex? a totally normal thing to do. especially when you've had none yourself and are in a relationshi #why are you like this eddie??? #i swear this is a smut fic chapter 1 just had an identity crisis #full disclosure that this is the extent of what i have written of this so far #but i wanted to get this part out before 7x03 so i was committed to the canon divergence that will be the case as soon as it airs #and didn't keep trying to fiddle with this to keep it consistent

[julemmaes]

Stuck

Elide Lochan x Lorcan Salvaterre modern au

A/N: idk wtf this is, I got an idea and then it spiralled into something completely different and considered how I ended I might write a second part where they fuck it out of their system, just for the sake of it

Enjoy!:)

Word count: ~2300

"No. Nonono, fuck no. Not today, please!" She cried, running her fingers through her hair and pulling at the roots until it hurt. 

Elide groaned, shutting her eyes closed. 

She tried to draw a deeper breath in and when the tight skin dress didn't stretch enough for her to do so, Elide felt anxiety crest. 

"Fuck me," she whined, running to her living room, where the biggest mirror in her flat leaned against the wall. Maybe the problem was that she couldn't see properly and something was obstructing the way. 

Turning with her back to the glass, she started slapping at her back, trying to reach for the zipper. Once her fingers closer around the tiny chip of metal, Elide yanked the thing down. 

Nothing.

She closed her eyes in despair, breathing through her nose. When air got stuck in her throat again she blew it from her mouth. 

Her eyes started stinging. 

"Please, not today." 

She had had the longest day at work and she needed to get out of this dress, so she could decompress after the tiring shift. But no, she couldn't. Of course not. The universe hated her and she was cursed. 

And she was stuck. 

She tried again, slower, gentler. The zipper didn't even shift. 

Elide never really considered herself claustrophobic, she easily got into elevators and toilet stalls without windows. She never felt any kind of panic whenever she was in tiny, crowded spaces and such. 

But she was starting to doubt how much she truly knew herself at this point.

She clutched her neck with a hand, forcing herself to take small, slow breaths, trying to calm down and think of a solution. 

Before she knew what she was doing, she was out of her apartment and striding down to the only other one she was sure wasn't vacant. 

She couldn't waste any time checking which neighbor was home or not and the music coming from apartment E24 was proof enough someone was in there.

She reached the door in the blink of an eye and started slamming her palm against the flat wood surface, so hard that her skin tingled with pain.

"Fuck!" A clearly masculine voice came from inside, “The Police!”

“Shut up, Fenrys, it’s not the Police,” another male voice came through. Whoever it was, they were immensely calmer than the former speaker. 

“Fuck you, Ro, you can’t know!” 

Elide called out, “I’m not the Police, please open the door!” 

“You open it, Dorian." 

“Are you for real?” Another person. 

"You're closer to it—"

"It's your house."

"—and I'm scared."

"Hellas above, I'll get the door." 

Elide didn't have time to step back that the door unlocked and a second later a guy larger than life stood in front of her. 

She sagged, leaning forward. She couldn't help the relieved whisper that escaped her. "Thank gods." 

He opened his mouth to speak, but she was already turning her back to him.

"I'm fucking stuck and if you don't help me right now I might collapse." 

Dramatic much, she could hear her best friend's words in her head. 

"I've been trying to get out of this hellish trap for twenty minutes and I–" she paused, panting as if she'd just ran a marathon, "–I can't really breathe."

When her plea was met with silence she turned her head enough to look over her shoulder and she only then realized how tall the man standing there was. 

He towered over her, by two heads. 

He was staring at her with parted lips and a furrowed brow.

"I'm sorry what?" His voice was rough, scratchy in a way that made Elide blush.

She whined, not above crying in front of strangers if it came to it, "The dress, it won't come off, I need you to zip it down. Please."

A loud, barking laugh came from inside the apartment and then a chorus of various voices started.

"I can't believe this is happening."

"No one will believe us when we tell this story."

"Lucky bastard." 

"I can't believe it myself and I'm living through it." 

Elide ignored the others and focused on the giant guy, looking him straight in the eyes, "Listen I just need you to pull it down, I can't do it myself and I live alone, please I…"

"Okay," he murmured. He stepped forward, lifting his hands toward her dress. He looked at her back before his eyes flitted to hers, "Can I?" 

"Please," Elide repeated. 

She tensed when his fingers brushed her skin, and held her breath when he brought the hems of the dress together and tried to pull the zipper down. 

"It doesn't work," he stated.

"No shit, Sherlock," someone said from inside. "She literally told you that." 

Elide brought her hands to her face and groaned for what felt like the thousandth time that night.

When he stepped back, she turned and eyed the others—there were seven guys, plus the titan standing next to her, in total. They seemed to be in the middle of some kind of videogame tournament. Snacks and joysticks lay everywhere and they were all wearing some kind of comfy clothes.

She had to hold back her smile when she realized she'd walked in on a slumber party.

"Do any of you know how to fix zippers or am I destined to die in this?" 

"I heard using soap works, come inside." 

Elide's attention shifted back to the guy next to her. She had to bend her head back to look him in the face. 

He was wearing black pants and a black sweater, and he had his arms crossed over his chest. He was eyeing her curiously, as if he was studying her. Elide couldn't say she minded the attention.

He was pretty good on the eye, too. 

Another one of the guys shot up, "Sure, let the stranger in, it's not like this is my house."

"You're right, I'm so sorry," Elide looked back at the room. She stepped inside nonetheless, "I'm Elide. Lochan. I live in E27? I think we crossed paths a couple of times?" 

"Oh, maybe." The owner of the house came up to her, extending a hand and flashing her a shit-eating grin, "Fenrys, Moonbeam." 

"Nice to meet you, where do you keep the soap?"

He seemed taken aback for a second and slowly lowered his hand. A few surprised snorts sounded in the room. He pointed a finger down the corridor, "Bathroom."

Someone brushed past her, murmuring a curt come as they passed. 

She didn't have to be told twice and followed the Wardrobe-wide Guy into the flat. 

He moved around the bathroom like he owned the place, and Elide would probably be embarrassed later when she realized she'd literally just barged into someone's house and demanded their help, but she needed to get out of this dress and couldn't really think of anything else at the moment.

"Turn around." 

Elide did as told without a word.

She hissed as a few droplets of cold water slid down her back. 

"Sorry," he grumbled. The soft sound of the soap bar grating against the zipper was the only audible thing. And she was growing aware of her surroundings.

"What's your name?"

"Lorcan." 

"Cool," she cleared her throat. "Cool, cool."

He huffed a breath. His version of a laugh, perhaps?

She felt the dress being pulled down, but nothing unzipping, then he clicked his tongue. 

"It's not working, is it?"

"Nah," he said, putting the soap back and washing his hands. "I could try with some oil." 

Elide let go of a shuddering breath, she just wanted out of it.

When she said nothing, Lorcan rounded her and stood in front of her, glancing down at her face. His chin jutted out, "You okay?" 

She nodded swiftly, offering a tight smile.

Now that she knew someone else was taking care of the issue at hand, she was feeling calmer. And she could think more clearly. 

The guy in front of her was stunning. 

He had long, black hair that reached his waist. Eyes just as dark and a white, deep scar that ran from the side of his forehead down to his temple that appeared even paler in contrast with his dark skin. She wondered how he'd gotten it.

"Are you claustrophobic or some shit like that?" 

That question brought her back to reality and made her aware of the fact that he'd been watching her just as closely.

She shook her head, "I'm just exhausted and I want to sleep. But I can't sleep in this."

His lips curled on one side and after a few seconds where they just studied each other, he jerked his head toward the living room before silently heading back. 

She was on his heels in a heartbeat.

The moment they stepped into the full room, Elide dared looking at the crowd. She stopped in the hall when one of them talked.

"Lorbear, I see you're no good at undressing ladies in distress." 

Lorbear. This group was close.

Elide snorted, rolling her eyes back and then fixing her stare on the blue-eyed prince charming that sat on the only armchair. "You think you could do better?" 

A white-haired guy chuckled, addressing her directly. "Our Dorian here hasn't seen a single dress in his entire life, he wouldn't know where to start." 

She smiled knowingly, enjoying the distraction as much as the friendly banter between the boys.

"Do I need to remind you how you met your girlfriend, Rowan?" Dorian grinned back, lifting a foot to poke at the other's leg.

Rowan—she supposed—tensed and clenched his jaw, slapping Dorian's foot away, "Please, don't."

Elide's interest was piqued, so much so that she wanted to ask questions, but Lorcan's voice called for her from the kitchen.

She waved at the others, "Wish me good luck." 

A chorus of good luck rose from the couches.

"Sorry," she said as she sauntered in the small kitchen, "I got stopped."

Lorcan gestured at her to turn around, "Don't mind them, they're all jerks."

"I like them," she shrugged as she positioned in front of him. "Plus, you're the one hanging out with them, if you really thought that, I don't think you'd be here." 

His fingers slipped under the fabric on her back and something coarse scratched at her skin.

"It's paper, so you don't get oily," he warned. 

"Oh," she was surprised. By the small kind gesture, and by the reaction her body was having to the infinitely unimportant brush of his touch. "Thanks."

"No prob," he drawled, his voice traveling over the back of her neck.

Elide scrunched her nose. What was she doing?

"Would you mind leaning forward a bit for me, 'lide?" 

'Lide.

She was going to die. 

You're not, Manon's voice sounded amused in her head as she obeyed. 

They went through the process again, just for the zipper to not even budge.

He cleaned the metal, wiping it until it was dry enough that it wouldn't dirty her. 

She turned to face him again and he bent his head to the side, scratching his jaw.

"Can I cut it?"

A laugh bubbled up in her throat, "No, it's my work uniform, you can't cut it." 

He stared at her for the longest time, then went, "Are you wearing a bra?" 

What?

Someone laughed from the other room, "Smooth, Slavaterre. Really smooth." 

Lorcan huffed, running a hand down his face, "I was wondering if we could take it off from the head. You know, like a shirt."

Elide suddenly felt stupid. She blushed lightly and muttered, "I didn't think of it." 

"So?"

It was her turn to stare at him, in silence, contemplating her next move. 

The way his gaze didn't falter for half a second gave her a kind of confidence she rarely possesses these days.

She shook her head, "Yes, I am." 

"Do you think you can do it by yourself?"

She nodded.

Lorcan hummed, "I guess my part is done here, then." 

"I guess," she replied, never stepping back from the staring contest. 

When his eyes slid lower, slowly, to her mouth, she smirked. He mimicked her, and his tongue came out to wet his plump lip.

It wasn't her style, not really how she found hookups, but Lorcan was attractive and seemed to be really appreciative of whatever he was seeing in her. 

"What if," she added, speaking so softly that only he could hear her, "I get stuck?" 

Something glimmered in his eyes, and he took a step forward. The movement forced her head further back and when his hand lifted to play with the hem of her sleeve, her arms covered in goosebumps. 

"I could help with that," he rasped, caressing her shoulder. He ran a finger down her collarbone and Elide took a sharp breath in. 

Their eyes met again and she swallowed. 

"Then I'll make sure to call you, if it comes to that." 

Lorcan's lips curled again, tempting, "I would love that." 

Fenrys' scream came sharp as a needle, bursting their bubble of tension and longing. 

"Don't you dare make out in my kitchen!" 

Elide averted her gaze, pushing her tongue against her cheek to avoid laughing. She really liked these people.

Lorcan stepped back until a good two meters distanced them and then inhaled, extending a hand toward the living room. 

She walked out of the kitchen first, heading directly for the front door. 

She spared a long look at Lorcan, letting him see the sincerity behind her next words, "You know where to find me, Salvaterre, if you ever need company." 

She loved the taste of his name on her tongue.

He smirked, taking his stance next to the kitchen door. He nodded his head once, clearly letting her know he would take up on her words. 

She didn't even look at the rest of the guys as she said goodbye and left, closing the door behind her.

She was halfway down the corridor when shouts and cheers exploded from Fenrys' flat.

Oh, just how fast things had changed.

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#elorcan #elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre #tog fic #meet cute #ill try to write some smut as a second part i swear

[catcze]

hi catte so good to see you back i absolutely adore your works !!

now please share your thoughts on wriothesley using handcuffs <33 we all saw that idle animation and im biting my fist thinking abt it

NSFW!! 18+ ONLY !!

coughs, does not make eye contact w the whole room, quietly copies and pastes the nsfw warning banner, scurries away

「 CWS : 」 Reference towards leaks regarding Wriothesley's idle animation, GN & ambiguous body reader, restraints & use of handcuffs, they fuck???, dacryphilia !! some choking / breathplay 👀

Wriothesley with handcuffs;;; oooh babe I have thoughts thoughts on this 👀👀

When the handcuffs come out, Wriothesley is all-too excited to bind your hands together. In particular, he loves cuffing your wrists together and having you drape your tied hands over his shoulders while he fucks you into the mattress. Whenever your body jerks with his hard thrusts, your arms pull him closer, close enough for him to feel the ragged puff of your breaths on his skin.

You squeak when Wriothesley buries his full length into you on a particularly hard thrust, the head of his cock rubbing against a part of you that has your thighs trembling and your body squirming.

"Right there darling?" He purrs, voice low with lust.

You can scarcely nod, feeling like his cock is so deep into you that it's in your throat. With a slow drag of his hips, you can feel every inch leave you so empty–– but only until he gives another hard thrust and fills you to the brim once more. The force of it has tears brimming on your lashes, has your cuffed hands scrabbling and twitching and trying to grasp as much of him as you can. The chain is cold against the heat of his nape, but Wriothesley easily goes along with your tugging, leaning close to kiss away you tears and swallow each one of your noises.

Sometimes, those handcuffs find their way onto his wrists instead. But no matter how much you try take control or how much preparation you do, it's always you who can hardly walk the next day.

His coat is gone, lost to the floor of his office. Wriothesley's trousers are half-undone–– just enough for you to pull his cock out of his pants and ride him on his office chair. His eyes watch your every movement as you rise and impale yourself on his cock much too slow for his liking. The only reason you've been able to control the pace for so long are his own handcuffs–– keeping his wrists against his back even as his muscles strain to break them and just fuck you against his desk for teasing him for so long.

"You think you're so smart, huh?" His voice is breathless, but his smile is sharp. You furrow your brows at his snark and seat yourself heavily on his lap, delighting in his sharp inhale. But when you stop riding him, doing little more than moving your ass on his lap and giving his dick the bare minimum stimulation, he wants nothing more than to absolutely ruin you.

His voice is a growl. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you cry, baby."

And like an idiot–– "Oh?" You ask, leaning forward, hands on either of his shoulders and face hovering above his. "I'd like to see you try."

Then it's like the temperature around you both drops in an instant, there is a small Crack! that is much too loud in your ears, and Wriothesley has you on your back on his desk, cock suddenly bullied every inch into your insides and thensome, feeling like it just might split you open.

One hand pins you hands above your head, the other is wrapped around your throat, pressing down enough on its sides to make you gasp. From here you can see the remnants of cryo where the handcuffs broke. You can see the hunger on Wriothesley's face, and your stomach clenches.

"You still want to see my try, sweetheart?"

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The Shower Incident

Stu x Billy x FEM!Reader

Tags: Sex toy, masturbation, voyeurism for a sec, dirty stuff happens in the shower obviously, dirty talk, degradation, praise, lots of kissing, marking, handjob, edging, begging, slight dacryphilia, mention of denial, mention of being tied up, mention of oral (fem receiving, and giving to a toy), mention of double penetration, mention of anal (fem and male receiving), open end, Sub!Reader, Dom!Billy, implied Switch!Stu but mostly Sub!Stu

Hiya babes!

I had this idea and it wouldn't leave me alone the entire day so I wrote it down and if I do say so myself: This shit it pretty hot.

I'm super glad my first public fic is with these two idiots because I love them to the moon and back and cannot get enough of them. I hope you enjoy this wild ride - I know I did. I wrote this in like an hour and then proofread it four times total, but English isn't my first language so if you see any mistakes feel free to (politely) let me know and I will fix it. Same as any tags I missed. Of course, non mistake related comments are also very welcomed. I hope you thouroughly enjoy this product of my brain rot! Let me know what ya think.

Stu and Billy had been away for a few days and you were needy. Wanting to be bent over and fucked hard and rough, four hands gripping at your body and manipulating you into whatever position they desire. They were supposed to come back in the evening so you wanted to take a shower before then.

That's when the idea struck.

You practically stumbled over your own feet to get to the closet and pull out the box of toys the three of you had accumulated over time.

You picked out your favorite dildo and quickly made your way to the bathroom. With the help of the suction cup the toy stuck to the shower wall. After cleaning yourself in record speed you bent over and pushed back onto the dildo. It filled you slowly and stretched you perfectly. Your wetness made the intrusion easy but the thickness of the toy still made you pause, and forced you to take a couple of deep breaths. Although it wasn't long before you were fucking yourself back onto it and completely loosing your mind in the process. Moaning their names and begging into the empty room.

At the same time Billy and Stu were on their way up to your shared apartment. The two of them decided to surprise you by coming home a couple hours early so you could eat dinner together and cuddle up in front of the TV.

When they came through the front door and weren't immediately met with your smiling face, kissing and hugging them in greeting, they were a bit perplexed.

That was until they heard the shower running.

And then they heard a litany of moans, accompanied by a loud slapping sound of skin against tile. They shared a look and ventured closer to the bathroom door which you had left open a crack in your hurry to fuck yourself.

The sight they find absolutely takes their breath away. The shower is on and water is hitting your back as you're bent over nothing, supporting yourself with your hands against the wall as you continuously slam your ass back onto the dildo stuck to the tile wall. They can see the toy glistening with your wetness and someone lets out a groan. You don't hear it and keep moving your hips with a clearly desperate and already fucked out sway to it.

They're both stuck in their spot, staring at the divine sight that is you. The way your body moves to get the perfect angle of the dildo, your thighs trembling with exertion and your hand aimlessly sliding against the wet wall, trying desperately to hold onto something. The way your pussy stretches to accommodate for the thickness of what they recognize as your favorite dildo. The one that you love sucking on when they both have you filled. Or that you love for them to fuck you with when they're getting your ass ready and you already need your pussy filled.

The dildo that's been in all of your holes to help pleasure, tease, edge and make you cum. They can't get enough of watching you throw yourself onto the dildo, making such loud and obscene noises.

What finally gets them to snap out of the trance your body has put them in is your next moan.

“Billy, please.” You interrupt yourself with another desperate whine. “Fuck, please fuck me harder. I need you so bad. Oh my god, Stu.” You elongate the end of Stu's name with a loud moan that's closer to a sob if anything. With the way your hips tilted, Billy suspects you found the perfect angle to hit that special spot inside you. Next to him, Stu breathes out a small moan and looks at Billy with a plea in his eyes.

“Go.”

With the okay given, Stu bursts through the door and is on you in no time. He grabs your face in both hands and barely sees your eyes open in surprise before he has his mouth pressed to yours. Desperately making out with you while making sure you're still fucking yourself onto the dildo. He mumbles out praises between kisses, not able to stop himself from telling you how good you look.

"You look delicious. Fucking yourself so desperately, moaning our names like we're here with you. You that pent up, baby? It's been three days and you're so needy you start fucking yourself how you want us to fuck you, huh?”

“But it's not the same, is it?”

Now Billy joins in as well. He already stripped out of his clothes, completely naked and palming at his erection while Stu kneels halfway under the spray of water, drenching his clothes. You mewl a negative, not trusting yourself with words. Afraid that if you pull away from Stu and open your mouth the only thing coming out would be pleas and their names.

“No. Even though our good little slut is filled to the brim by a toy and is fucking herself just as fast as we do, she still can't quite get it right. Can you, doll?”

You make a non-committal noise and place your hands on Stu's shoulders, thankful to have something to hold on to. Billy is unsatisfied with your wordless answer and grabs Stu by his hair, pulling his head back to expose his long neck, stopping you from hiding in his kisses. Stu whines long and loud before staring back at you, desperation clear in his eyes.

“Please baby, answer him.”

“Aww. Would you look at that? At least one whore here remembers his manners.”

Billy leans down to press hungry kisses onto Stu's mouth. Both of them moaning into each other's mouth, making you want even more. You mewl and whine at the display in front of you. Billy pulls away from Stu's mouth with a grin that he then turns on you.

“You better start using your words. Or he's gonna get all the attention and you can watch without touching yourself. And cumming will be completely off the table.” With that he attaches his mouth to Stu's neck, kissing up and down, sucking marks into the soft skin and biting. Which makes Stu let out the most beautiful array of whines and moans you've ever heard.

“Please,” you manage to breathe out.

“Please, what?” Billy still has his face in Stu's neck while answering, not letting his mouth detach for long. You whine and can't help yourself from slowing down your movements to gather your thoughts long enough to form a sentence.

“Please, Billy. Please fuck me. Both of you. I need you so bad, please ” Billy pulls away from Stu and grabs your jaw hard with his hand, turning your face in his direction. He gets close to you and smirks. “There she is. That's the good little whore we've been waiting to fuck for three days.” He doesn't let you answer before attaching his lips to yours and making you moan into his mouth. He lets go of your jaw and grabs your shoulders instead, shoving you back onto the dildo, hard. You moaned into his mouth as he forces you to start fucking yourself again. Distantly, you hear Stu whine as he kneels in front of you and waits for his turn to be kissed again.

Once you have a steady rhythm going again, Billy pulls away. He looks at you with a grin and you could tell he has something planned.

“Now, I asked you a question. And you didn't answer. Instead, you made out with this little attention whore next to me.” A moan from Stu. “But I want you to answer my question. I will not repeat it, and neither will Stu. You're gonna have to use your big girl brain and remember what I asked you. And you're not gonna stop fucking yourself on that dildo. If you slow down you don't get to cum. If you stop you get to watch, tied up and gagged as I fuck Stu into the mattress.” A whine from Stu. “But if you keep going and answer me correctly,” his grin widens and he leans back slightly. “Then you get exactly what you want.”

You moan, frustrated that you don't immediately remember what he asked you. While you're desperately trying to remember the question and not slow down your hips, Billy starts helping Stu get his wet clothes off. He also shuts off the water which leaves your skin cooling down rapidly, goosebumps appearing on your skin and sending shivers down your spine.

Once he has all of Stu's clothes off, he kneels behind him and starts palming his dick. Slowly but firmly taking it in hand and stroking him up and down. Stu lets his head fall back onto Billy's shoulder and moans unabashedly at how good he feels. How good Billy is making him feel. The sight makes your concentration waver. Your mind is completely empty, safe for the two beautiful men in front of you. The way their hair sticks to their foreheads, Billy looking at you with hunger in his eyes and that feral edge. Stu squeezes his eyes shut as he softly starts thrusting into Billy's hand. Usually that would have earned him a slap to the thighs and a warning, but right now all Billy wanted was to tease you.

He takes pity on you as Stu grows closer and closer, holding onto Billy and you with one hand each.

“I'll give you a little hint, darling. How does the dildo feel?” Suddenly his words sprang back into your mind.

“Even though our good little slut is filled to the brim by a toy and is fucking herself just as fast as we do, she still can't quite get it right. Can you, doll?”

You immediately scramble for an answer.

“Fuck, Billy.”

“Good start.”

You whine once more as your hips desperately try to keep up the pace Billy had set for you.

“I can't get it right,” you sob in frustration as your wetness drips down your legs. With the shower turned off you can be sure it was the juices of your pussy that are making such obscene noises and dripping slowly down your thighs.

Billy gives Stu's sensitive tip extra attention, making the tall man writhe in his place on Billy's lap. He moans as a blush spreads down his chest. “That's right doll, you can't. But why? And you better hurry because if Stu cums before you answer, you're watching.” He chuckles at your frustrated groan and speeds up his hand on Stu's cock.

“I- oh my fuckin God. I can't get it right because-” Stu moans loud and desperate, getting closer each second. “Because it's not hard enough.” Billy hums long, considering your answer. “Yes. But why?” You groan again, this time louder and with more annoyance behind it. “Careful,” Billy spoke low and with warning.

With one last whine you focus all your concentration on your words and close your eyes. “I can't get it right because you fuck me so much harder and I can't fake that. I need your hands on my hips as you pull me into every thrust and I need you to speak to me, to call me names and to tell me I'm doing good. I need you to pound into me like I'm your personal toy and I can't fake that with a dildo, please. Please fuck me like I need you to. I'm begging you Billy, please.”

You prepare yourself to hear Billy ask you for another, better answer, but it didn't come. Instead you hear Stu's sob and whine as he is denied his orgasm. No doubt having been right on the edge. When you open your eyes again, Stu looks back at you with tired, teary eyes and his mouth hanging open. Billy on the other hand looks absolutely feral. His eyes have a certain glint in it that tells you that you are in for a ride.

He reaches out to touch your cheek and strokes his thumb over your skin. “That's a good girl. And just in time too.” He softly pushes Stu to sit on the shower floor and keeps a leg behind his back to help him stay upright while he pulls on your shoulders to stop you from continuing to fuck yourself on your dildo. “Now, you have 5 minutes to help Stu get up and get both of your asses to the bedroom. I want you on the bed, legs spread and ready with Stu right between them. He gets to make you extra worked up with his mouth as a bit of revenge for his edge.” At that, Stu hums satisfied and lets out a chuckle.

“I'm gonna watch him edge you however often he sees fit, and then we're both going to fuck you. Nice and hard.” Billy grabs your jaw and pulls you in for a quick kiss before staring at you an inch away from your face. “Because I know that's what our little whore craves. Isn't it?” You nod eagerly and correct yourself with a quick “Yes sir,” before Billy can say anything.

As soon as Billy lets go of your jaw and nods his head towards the bathroom door, you're scrambling to help Stu on his feet, your own knees still wobbly.

Billy watches as the two of you slowly make your way to the bedroom with shaky legs, sees how wet your thighs are and how there's still more dripping out of your glistening pussy. He watches Stu grab your ass, squeezing the flesh beneath his finger in a way that is sure to be a promise of all the teasing that's to come. He truly can't wait to see Stu ruin you with his mouth before they fuck you until you can't remember your own name.

God, he loves the both of you so much.

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#this was supposed to be a quick ramble #and then it got horribly away from me #so you're welcome i guess? #anyways these two have me in a chokehold today and this idea just wouldn't leave me alone #Stu Macher x Reader #Billy Loomis x Reader #Stu Macher x Billy Loomis #Stu Macher x Billy Loomis x Reader #Fem!Reader #Slasher smut #Stu Macher smut #Billy Loomis smut #brain rot #someone take my phone away pls #if this is well received i'll make a second part with Stu more in focus #because he was a little more passive in this one #i just realized no one cums in this #oops???

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bshsjsksk I've never written smut before so I hope this doesnt read as awkward lmao. (I kinda struggled halfway through so I'm sorry if the quality all of a sudden goes down the drain 🥲 i wrote this very late into the night)

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The post-mission adrenaline crash hits them hard. As soon as the team had returned to base, a hushed scatter of dragging feet had set the tone of their night.

For Ghost, he's high-strung, left on edge from today's most recent failures. He thinks he can still hear gunfire in the background of the night, and if he closes his eyes and lets his mind wander, he sees the poignant look of fear as the person he reaches for is just a little bit too out of grasp, and their screams etch jagged scars into his brain. 

There's a tension in his bones that vibrates through his nerves, begging for reprieve, and he needs it gone—right now.

That's what makes him seek out the sergeant, finding him lounged against the corridor walls and hurriedly yanking the other into Ghost's quarters, pressing his body up against the door with rough hands and a stormy mind.

The sergeant doesn't protest, only reciprocates with the same ferocity as his lieutenant, filling the quiet with their two desperate breaths and lewd whispers.

"I need you," Ghost had groaned, face buried in the crook of Roach's neck, sinking deep reds onto marred but soft skin. Roach's breath had hitched, and the fingers latched tightly onto the lieutenant had only dug deeper. 

It was all the confirmation Ghost needed before he begins stripping the younger out of his gear. Fast and desperate, like two teenagers at risk of getting caught by their parents, and technically, that wasn't too far from the truth.

His hands move mechanically, and there's a despondency that begins to fizzle into his head as he unclasps each and every clip on Roach's armour till he's just in his standard shirt and pants. There's a heavy cloud over his head that pushes him into that ugly, uncaring side of himself—the part of him that tries to make all the good things in his life meaningless, detached. 

He feels the roughness behind his actions as his hands roam free over the sergeant's body. He feels like he's in a trance, familiar and lifeless, as his mind only chases for the ultimate pleasure that only serves to temporarily halt his turmoil. 

This means nothing, he tells himself.

He expects the same in return—secretly begs for it in his mind so that this can all be just another vapid memory added to the list of casual hook-ups. But when Roach goes to take off his clothing, it's slow and gentle, unlike Ghost's brazen want. Roach moves like they have all the time in the world like this means something—represents more than what their activity depicts on the surface level. And Ghost—he feels disquieted. 

The sergeant is methodical when he takes off Ghost's vest, pausing every so often to look at him and smile. Ghost's heart stutters and the greys in his head recede just a little more.

When it's just his undershirt and pants left, Roach gives him a soft push backwards, seating him down on the edge of his bed.

Ghost's eyes never leave Roach, watching closely like a hawk as the other climbs atop him and firmly grasps his chin, tilting it upwards.

"You think too much," he signs lightly. And before Ghost can respond, confident lips meet his own unprepared ones, and his disordered mind goes quiet.

With his balaclava rolled up to his nose, Roach holds the sides of his face as they kiss like longtime lovers, and there's a fierce burn in his chest that ignites hotter the longer they're connected.

When Roach pulls away, Ghost chases after him, high on the feel of the other's touch. His hands come up to encircle Roach's waist, keeping him firmly close and fervid against himself.

The sergeant's hands come to hold his face again, except instead of leaning in, he stares. His piercing green strikes Ghost immobile, but he recognizes what that look on the other's face means—he's picking him apart, trying to gauge what's going on in Ghost's head.

Ghost tries to avert his gaze, doing so by surging up, trying to capture Roach's lips once again, but Roach sees the action for what it is and pulls away, keeping his hold strong on Ghost. It forces him to look directly at the other.

"Are you ok?" he whispers, and it's soft—so gentle that a hard wall inside of him cracks just a little. Roach's face conveys one of searching concern, and Ghost feels pinned, flayed open at the mercy of those eyes.

He squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head stiffly as his hands dig deeper into Roach's hips.

"I just-" he croaks, "I just need you."

Roach's eyes narrow, and Ghost lets a sliver of vulnerability slip through the cracks—just a tiny push. "Please," he whispers, and he can see in real-time how Roach's expression falls, a sad smile pulling meekly onto his mouth, and he nods.

Ghost kisses him—hard. This is familiar. If he's in control, he can't let those lingering terrors plague his thoughts. The sooner he can get this going, the sooner he can distract himself. He thrusts up into Roach, feeling the heat of the other on top of him, and the younger groans into the kiss as the two grind against each other, needy and fervent.

Hands push down squarely on his chest until he's forced to lay back. When he looks forward to Roach, the other smiles warmly and begins to work at his zipper. 

"Let me take care of you." 

And it takes everything in Ghost not to crumble at those words.

Roach palms at his erection, still confined in his boxers, and Ghost wants to kick him.

"Stop teasing."

He's met with a cheeky grin. "Stop teasing?" the other signs demurely. "You mean like this?" 

A warm hand suddenly grasps his length, and Ghost's breath hitches, making the humour in Roach's gaze grow.

"Oh, piss off you-"

The hand tightens, stroking confidently up and down, melting the words on Ghost's tongue immediately. 

Bastard.

It's been a while since they've done this. Missions have become more frequent and dire as the war rages on, and Ghost hasn't gotten a chance to get laid—to expel the stress.

He wants to say that's the reason why his stomach swoops so violently as the sergeant slowly takes him into his mouth, gaze never leaving Ghost's as he swallows him deeper.

God, he can't deny it; Roach knows how to take him apart. His eyes make Ghost feel like pinned-down prey as he sensually swirls his tongue around the tip.

His hand reaches to grasp at Roach's hair, keeping the sergeant in place, but Roach only dips lower, expertly sucking him off at a rhythmic pace that punches deep groans out of Ghost.

He bucks his hips upwards as Roach meets him halfway, setting an exhilarating pace that forces Ghost to concentrate on not finishing right into the sergeant's mouth. He wants this night to last.

He pulls Roach off his cock, leaving a string of saliva that Ghost immediately swipes across the other's lips. It makes the heat inside of him grow.

"Get on the bed."

Roach wastes zero time obeying, laying across the same spot that Ghost had previously occupied.

Shedding his cargos, he grabs the lube on the bedside table, fully seating himself between Roach's now bare legs as he drenches his fingers.

As he circles Roach's entrance, he leans forward, waiting for the exact moment the other's mouth hangs open as his finger breaches into heat, capturing lips in a hungry kiss, and Roach leans into it enthusiastically. 

He adds another digit, awaiting for the stuttered breathing that will follow, and he curls his fingers, watching closely as Roach's back arches off the bed like a puppet.

The other scoffs, locks of hair falling in front of his eyes. Ghost wants to brush them away.

"Now, who's teasing."

A smile pulls at his face as he adds a third, and he revels in knowing that he's the one wringing those noises, those expressions out of Roach—revels in knowing he's the only one who knows how to make the other feel this good.

When Ghost pulls out, moving to lube himself up, Roach's hands come to press on his shoulders, a leg coming up to hook around his middle, effectively flipping their positions in a swift and practiced maneuver.

With Roach on top, he can see the smugness that paints his features, a nimble hand caressing up his torso to sit at his chest.

"I said I'd take care of you," Roach leans down to whisper low in his ear before Ghost can protest, and a shiver runs down his spine, pooling arousal at the base of his cock.

The sergeant takes him in hand and, just like before, never moves his sights from the lieutenant's face as he guides the head of his cock to his entrance, sinking slowly down until Ghost is fully sheathed inside of him.

Their combined groans mingle together into heavy breaths. 

Ghost's hands climb to grip hard at Roach's hips. A choked moan threatens to spill once the sergeant begins moving, his heat all-encapsulating and enticing.

He sits up so he can better hold Roach in his lap, roaming hands gripping tight on the back of the sergeant's shirt. He pushes his hips upwards, setting a brutal pace and eliciting a series of gasps that only encourage him to move faster.

He wants to lose himself in this. Be buried inside this warmth forever, anything to take him away from the battles he'll be thrown back into once he leaves this room.

He scrunches his eyes shut, trying to focus only on the building pressure below. But despite his efforts, the storm cloud slowly creeps back into the cracks of his brain, along with the distant screams that follow with it. Eyes too young to display such fear watch him from the depths of his mind, and suddenly, Ghost can't get it out.

Two taps to his shoulder.

His eyes fling open, thrusts halting immediately. 

The concern is back, more intense than before.

"What's wrong?"

Ghost inhales, taking in how genuinely worried the sergeant looks—how quickly he had noticed Ghost's inner turmoil.

"I-" he swallows, words weighing like bricks in his throat.

He doesn't want to talk about it, doesn't want to even spare a grain of space in his mind for images that will spiral him deep into disruption. It's why he'd even sought out the sergeant in the first place. This was just supposed to be another meaningless fuck.

But a part of him knew it wasn't going to be so easy, not with Roach. Not with someone who takes one glance at him, mask and all, and immediately knows which weak points to aim for to leave him an exposed, vulnerable mess.

He supposes he should've known this would happen—wonders if, deep in his subconscious, he had hoped for something more to come out of this.

Fingers gently grasp his hand, lifting it slowly, hesitantly, as if Ghost would run at the slightest hint of comfort.

Soft lips come to kiss at his knuckles, one by one, and it's so—kind. The contrast between Roach's lips and the scars that run down Ghost's hand feels undeserving, like such good things are ought to be for people like him.

"When people grow up in ugly homes, they can only assume everything in the world is ugly, including themselves."

It was something Roach had said to him offhandedly after a particular deployment. Although back then, Ghost hadn't understood where it came from. 

He'd thought it had something to do with the mission they had just returned from. One that—similarly to today's—had left the task force a shaken crowd of solemn faces.

He remembers it clear as day. He and Roach had been the first at the scene, gazing upon the aftermath of what could only be described as a brutal execution—one that left an innocent family limp at their feet, like bloody ragdolls.

The sole survivor, a boy no older than twelve, had sat at the centre of it all, looking no more alive than the ashen bodies surrounding his small frame.

It was a disturbingly familiar sight, and Ghost had left that mission quieter than usual.

Now, though, he thinks he knows why Roach had said it. It's for the same reason why Ghost was thinking of such a phrase at a time like this—for comfort, reassurance.

Roach had recognized then how that mission had messed with Ghost's head, just as he recognized how today's mission had messed with him further.

Ghost takes a deep breath, calming the violent sea in his mind. 

"Sorry," he breathes out, looking Roach square in the eyes with what he hopes is a genuine, small smile. "Just all up in my head."

Roach's thumb swipes back and forth at the palm of Ghost's hand—a grounding sensation despite how miniscule it is. A small smile reflects back on his face, a wisp of a concession.

We'll talk about this after.

Ghost rolls them over so that Roach is now under him. By the look of exasperation, the other had probably been expecting this. 

"This is a two-way tango, bug. Let me return the favour."

There's enthusiasm in the arms that drape around his neck, and Ghost begins to pick up where they left off.

With Roach laid under him, Ghost's fingers crawl up his stomach to lift off the other's shirt, exposing him fully to the lieutenant. In response, Roach tugs at Ghost's own shirt, a challenging glint in his eye that Ghost readily accepts, leaving the two fully bare for each other.

Ghost is gentler this time when he pushes back in, making sure not to be as rough as he was before. Roach takes him in easily, whining softly as Ghost's hips snap to hit that sweet spot. It shouldn't affect him how well they fit together, and not just in bed, but in a warzone, too.

He tries not to let his thoughts wander again, and instead, thinks of Roach—Roach and how he's splayed underneath him, how his touches feel like they burn the skin off his flesh, how even without a voice, his words stick in Ghost's mind like unwilling tattoos.

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"You think all these terrible things that have happened to you define who you are. They don't."

"How do you know?"

"Because I know you."

In the haze of pleasurable bliss, a thought weighs sudden and heart-stuttering. 

I love him.

He loves him.

And it's more than just the sex. It's the way those brown curls splay out on the bed like a halo—the same curls he'd run his fingers through countless times during leisure hours. It's the kiss-swollen lips that smile warmly at him every morning at breakfast. It's the strong arms currently wrapped around his neck that aid him in battle with their assured grip and expertise and the fingers that softly grasp Ghost's own when they have fleeting moments of tenderness on the battlefield. It's the way that when Ghost looks at the man before him, there's a part of him deep down that knows what this is, a part of him that thinks of green eyes and gentle smiles, and he wants.

He stares down at Roach, beautiful and wrecked and gazes at the scars that embroider his person. Ghost traces his fingers softly on the large gash decorating the left hip. An ugly knife wound, he remembers. He helped stitch that one. The mark beside that one—a bullet not fully penetrated, but Ghost had been there when the shot had hit its mark, and it had terrified him at that moment.

The arms around him release, and then hands come to rest delicately on his face. Green eyes watch him, glassy from their intimate activity but strong in their tender gaze.

This is so much different than his usual hook-ups—the rough, quick-fucks he'd indulge himself in over the years as a way of forcing out the accumulative tension from his stressful lifestyle. But when he's with Roach, it's gentle, it's slow, and, dare he say it, loving. Ghost can't help himself as his hips slow to a stop, and his eyes move towards Roach's face.

His hand grabs recklessly at his mask, pulling it off with a haste he hasn't felt in a long time.

Roach's eyes widen. His partner's desperate pants have halted as well, and he looks straight up at Ghost, gaze shocked with an underlayer of hope.

"I love you."

Ghost feels nervous in his own skin, uncharted emotion rubbing hotly inside his chest, foreign and wild. But Gary inches his face closer, and immediately, those biting fears dissipate, leaving his mind completely once Gary pulls their lips together in a tender kiss. 

It's the sweetest he's ever had. Completely unlike the past frustratingly-charged snogs he'd shared with past willing fucks.

When they break apart, Gary looks high, pupils blown wide, and lips a swollen red. Ghost suspects he doesn't look much different. 

"I love you, Simon," he whispers, awed.

And the sharp zing of warmth shoots straight down to his groin, where they're still connected, and he groans. 

The legs wrapped around his middle squeeze tighter, and Ghost understands, picking up where he left off and speeding up his pace once more.

Roach's head falls back, eyes squeezed shut as Ghost drives them closer to the edge. 

His heart stutters as he watches Roach closely. He wants this, he wants more, he wants—

A hand on his heart.

"You think too much."

Ghost exhales, watching Roach closely, watching every minute change in expression. He notices how his breathing hitches when Ghost hits that sweet spot, notices how the other likes it when Ghost strokes his hair, notices how his nose scrunches up when he's concentrating on something hard. 

It's not just sex. He knows all the little details about Roach without even having to look. Like when the other taps his pencil on his right thigh but only on the right, like when Roach drinks hot tea and always blows twice before taking a sip, like how there are calluses on his index and middle finger on his dominant hand from writing in his journal, and one on his left index from handling his gun.

I'm thinking about you.

But Ghost doesn't say it out loud; only aims to show what his mind yearns to spill.

He intertwines his hand with Roach's and kisses him feverishly as his hips pull sweet gasps out of Roach's mouth.

He's getting close. Ghost can feel it as Roach clenches tighter around him, and it takes everything in him not to let go right now.

No, he wants to watch Roach spill over the edge first; wants to watch the other fall into the pleasurable bliss brought by Ghost's own doing.

"Come for me, bug," he whispers lowly, and he knows that's all it'll take.

There's a final, strangled whimper before the other spasms and arches beneath him, eyes rolling back as he rides through his orgasm, shaky breaths filling the silence of the room. Ghost drinks in every bit of the sight before him, fuelling his own chase towards the end.

A hand roams his face. The affection on Roach's face is so overwhelming it gives him butterflies.

"Beautiful," Roach mouths.

And Ghost groans as his own orgasm overtakes him, unloading into Roach. Their collective moans are cut short when Roach goes in for one more kiss as Ghost basks in the aftermath of his climax.

This could have never been a casual hook-up, not with Roach. Even with all the past times they've done this, it'd only served to make Ghost hungrier each time for something more. 

It was just unfortunate a mental spiral was what pushed him to spit it out.

Now, as the two of them lay together in bed, Roach softly carding fingers through Ghost's hair, he can only think of what a fool he was for assuming he could prolong those hidden desires in his chest. 

"Do you want to talk about it?"

They'd hastily cleaned up the mess they'd made and thrown on simple clothes, with Roach borrowing one of Ghost's shirts.

It feels oddly domestic, and despite his earlier confession, Ghost can't help but feel scared. 

"Sorry," he swallows, "if I hurt you earlier."

He's deflecting—just a little bit. He knows they have to talk about it, but he wants to sit inside this safe threshold just a little longer.

Beside him, Roach shakes his head.

"You didn't hurt me," he reassures, letting a minute grin slip through, "it's not like you haven't been rougher in the past."

Ghost huffs, his own lips betraying amusement, but he averts Roach's eyes and looks to the ceiling.

He can't keep holding it all in; feels like he at least owes it to Roach—attentive and caring, Roach—what was bothering him.

"It was the girl."

It's not a question, so Roach must've been sure that was it. 

As usual, he was right.

"I was so close." He was. He was right there at the edge of the window. If he'd just been a little quicker–

"It's not your fault, Simon."

He can't help but sigh. He knows that. But there's a part of him, the irrational shadow of himself that looks suspiciously like a little boy, curses him for his incompetence. 

And it's not just the blame; it's the principle of his role as a soldier. If he can't save one little girl, what good is he? 

To serve and protect. If he can't even do that for a stranger, how does he expect to do it for the people he cares about?

In the dim light, he can just make out the grim line of Roach's mouth.

There's nothing the other can really say to make this all better. Regardless of everything, Ghost’s mind will always remain a wasteland of accusatory what-ifs. But-

"I...I meant what I said, though. Earlier."

And even with the sombre fog set over his mind, Roach's smile still manages to make it all just a little more bearable.

"Me, too."

He's scared. There's another reason why his failure today hit him so viscerally. When he stares back at Roach, he feels the phantom fear that imprints like a shadow behind his eyelids, with green eyes that fall into an abyss Ghost isn't fast enough to reach for.

It could be him one day that you don't catch, his ugly thoughts say.

But before he can further fuel those anxieties, Roach pulls him close, resting Ghost's head under his chin.

"You think too much," he mutters, running his fingers through Ghost's hair.

Ghost sighs, closing his eyes and leaning further into the embrace. He feels—safe.

Trust Roach to soften the blows of everything horrible in his life. 

There are more things to say, more things they need to establish with this newfound step in their relationship, more fears that Ghost needs to acknowledge head-on.

But for now, he's happy to stay like this, in the arms of someone he knows he can trust.

Tomorrow, they’ll leave the safety of this room and be thrown back into the uncertainty of their fragile lives; however, the other side of his door no longer feels so daunting, not when he has this.

As his mind drifts slowly away into the lulling arms of sleep, he feels Roach hold him tighter.

"One day," Roach begins to whisper, and it's soft—wishful-sounding, "I hope you'll be able to accept that you're more than just your shortcomings, like how I see you."

For the first of many nights, his mind is at peace.

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[sanjithesimp]

♡bite me (pt.1 )ft. jeon jungkook & min yoongi♡

a/n: i couldn’t stop thinking about this idea so i had to write it right away. though i will be dividing it into two parts hehe

warnings: nsfw (minors DNI).fem reader. pwp (porn with very little plot). unprotected sex. fingering. rough sex (kinda). nipple play. degradation kink. praise kink.

summary: some horny thoughts i had.

playlist to listen to while reading this fic

he had always been very quiet but always nice to you. you had become somewhat very close, living all together in the house they have bought after they debuted. he was like a big brother for your boyfriend, they shared everything; yoongi took care of him, taught him a lot of things. jungkook always looked up to him. but now you weren’t so sure, you had made a mistake and this would change jungkook forever…you were doing everything possible to make sure he would never know about what happened that weekend when he was away for a photoshoot.

you had cheated on your boyfriend. it was a hot afternoon, yoongi and you were the alone in the house. a total mistake. he was nice to you, and he would give you advice whenever you needed it. you never imagined something would happen between the two of you.

“bored?” he asked, suddenly startling you. he smirked, something about his smile was

“a little bit, yeah” you admitted.

“want to play a game or something?” he suggested, it was kind of weird coming from him but you had nothing better to do. so you ignored it and followed him.

he was fond of playing cards, you never understood what was so fun about it. but you were going to give it a try. he offered you something to drink, and was surprised when you answered that you wanted exactly what he was drinking.

“didn’t think you would like whisky?” he said as he poured the golden brown drink in an old fashioned glass with a few of slices of lime and a couple of ice cubes.

as the hours passed, you kept on playing and drinking. things started to get more serious, but at the same time you both had loosened up, probably from all that drinking.

while yoongi poured some more whisky on his glass you watched him. you didn’t know what it was, maybe the alcohol but you seemed to think he was incredibly hot. you had never thought of him like that, he was like jungkook’s older brother. but his pink lips, his long raven black hair, his hands adorned with veins. it was almost driving you crazy so you had to look away before you started having more nonsense thoughts.

“what’s on your mind?” his voice made you jump.

“n-nothing, i just think i should stop drinking for now” suddenly feeling heat all over your body. “is it hot in here?” nervously going to open a few windows.

“i think you’re right, you should stop drinking” yoongi said laughing at your actions.

as the night went on, you kept on playing. things were starting to get weirdly flirty but you tried to ignore it, telling yourself that it was the whisky going straight into your brain and making you imagine things.

“should we make this more interesting?” yoongi asked, getting closer to you.

“how so?” you said, worrying about what he would say next.

“let’s play strip poker.” yoongi said so casually, as if he suggested to eat some ice cream.

“what? no, no, no…are you drunk?” he snickered at your last question.

“it’s just a game, or are you worried you will lose?” he dared you.

you dammed yourself for falling into his game. also you were wearing way less clothes than him.

“no of course not, i’m not a chicken.” you said, feeling confident.

but that was the last time you felt confident. even though yoongi had taken a few pieces of clothing you were the one who would wound up fully naked. it was just your boyfriends shirt and your panties still on you.

“i think we should stop” yoongi said without explaining, his face had changed.

“what, are you afraid you might lose?” you said mocking him.

“no, it’s just..getting late”he said as he started washing the dishes.

”i think you’re just afraid…” you whispered in his ear, teasing him again. he suddenly stopped and looked at you and without saying anything else pulled you in to kiss you. the taste of the strong whisky still on his lips.

you yelped as he placed his wet hands on your ass. you could feel the hunger in how he kissed you, the way he nipped at your skin. the way he moaned as you pressed your body closer to him.

“fuck-” yoongi said, feeling your hand palming his erection through his pants. he then guided you to your room, and then to your bed. the bed you and your boyfriend shared, you could still smell him on the bedsheets. this was all wrong, but you couldn’t help it. you couldn’t stop yourself, you wanted more.

yoongi slid his hands under jungkook’s shirt, his fingers ghosted over the lace of your panties. suddenly feeling an electric shock all through your spine. a moan escaped your mouth, suddenly making you feel embarrassed.

“are you that desperate to be touched, little whore?” he said, a smirk drawn across his face.

you nodded, not being able to formulate any coherent answer.

“i’m going to fuck you so that you never forget this” yoongi said, it was as if he was another person. you couldn’t believe the words he had just said.

he then ripped your panties off your body and discarded them somewhere in the room, you shivered feeling the cool air, your pussy already dripping wet, with desire to feel yoongi’s fingers. he teased you a bit more, his hands running up and down your thighs.

one of his hands went under your shirt, his fingers teased your cunt, he traced them up and down as he spread your juices all over your folds while the other hand fondled your breasts.

“fuck, i had never seen those.” yoongi said surprised that your nipples were pierced. he licked his lips at the sight of your hardened nipples decorated with the metallic hearts piercings you had chosen.

“do you like them?” you bit your lip, loving the way he was devouring you with his eyes.

“no…i love them” yoongi said and he took one of your tits with his free hand. he started licking it, his tongue making circles around your bud, and gently sucking on it. making you moan and whimper, you were sure you were just gonna cum by how he was sucking on your tits.

he introduced two of his fingers into your cunt, curling them to reach your g-spot. you could almost see stars as he kept on pumping them in and out of you, watching carefully what you liked the most by how your moans got louder whenever he sped up his movements.

“have you ever been like this for jungkook?” he said as he left a trail of kisses all the way from your chest to your neck “soaking wet, like a little whore”

you moaned his name, his thumb pressing on your clit. he was such an idiot for asking you something like that.

“answer…now” yoongi said, desperate to know the answer.

“n-no” you replied, loving the way he kept rubbing circles on your sensitive bud. you definitely didn’t want him to keep asking you questions about jungkook

“fuck me hard, yoongi…please” you begged him. right now you didn’t want to think about the terrible thing you were doing to your boyfriend.

“as you wish, princess” he said, pulling his fingers out of you and licking them clean, not leaving a single drop of your juices as he looked at you, his eyes filled with lust. you audibly gasped, thinking that was one of the hottest things you had ever seen.

you had imagined he was big, but not that big once he released his cock from the confinements of his boxers. it was painfully hard, his tip red and dripping with precum. you wanted to suck it clean but first you wanted him to fuck you senseless, until you could forget that this was so wrong yet it felt so right.

“you’re so big…i-” you started saying but he shushed you.

“i know you can, baby”yoongi said, lining his cock with your cunt, sliding it up and down, coating his dick with your juices.

you gripped the bedsheets until your knuckles were white as the sheets, every inch was getting less painful but you still weren’t sure you could take him all. once he bottomed out, you both moaned in pleasure, he could feel your velvety walls tighten around him, as you could feel his tip kissing your g-spot.

“see, i knew you could do it…such a good girl” he said as he started slowly sliding his cock out of you, leaving only the tip inside. you suddenly missed being full of his cock, but it didn’t took seconds before he thrusted back into you.

the lewd sounds filled the house as he rammed in and out of you, your loud moans and whines, his groans and moans, his balls slapping your ass, it was a sinful orchestra that you had both created. and you didn’t even care anymore if someone found you like this, under your boyfriend’s best friend, moaning and babbling nonsense as he fucked you hard on the matress that you and your boyfriend shared.

his thrusts were getting harder, you both getting close to your high. he could feel your cunt tightening around his throbbing cock. he could cum in that moment, but he wanted to enjoy it a little more. he liked the sight of your tits bouncing up and down as he sped up the pace, your face contorting with pleasure as he fucked you like no one else had.

he fucked you until you squirted all over his cock and the bedsheets. your legs gave out as he was still trying to reach his own orgasm.

“you look so fucking pretty, y/n” he said, your body glistening with sweat, a soft flush in your cheeks and your lips swollen. he continued thrusting in and out of you until he came inside you, filling you with his hot cum, not letting any drop go to waste.

he then pulled out of you, and laid next to you. his raven hair messy and some sticking to his forehead. he had never looked that handsome as in that moment. you turned and got on top of him and kissed him hard, tears started to run down your face.

“i’m so sorry, i-” you started saying but you couldn’t finish your sentence. “jungkook, must never find out about this…” you said, still crying as yoongi cleaned your tears from your cheeks.

he didn’t say anything else for the rest of the night, or the following days.

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[completemessash]

Impatient - Part 1 (a.i.)

notes: i started this the night before 5sos' perfomance at pal norte so that's where it takes place :)

Warnings: SMUT, Ashton x reader, blowjob, cum, well in this part only talking about those things, dirty talk and a horny drummer

xxx

“Ash, you need to get on stage soon”

“I know”, he mumbled against your skin, “But you’re so hot. Why would you wear this tiny outfit when you know I have to perform?”

“It’s not tiny at all”, you laughed, while half heartedly trying to push his head away from where he kept nipping at your neck and the top of your cleavage. And it really wasn’t all that tiny, you were wearing a dark pair of jeans and a crop top. Which was admittedly quite low cut and maybe you had chosen that top on purpose because you knew he couldn’t resist you, but it was nothing that you would count as ‘tiny’.

“I can’t help myself when you look like this, babe”

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re sitting behind a drum kit, isn’t it?”, you smiled, feeling the hardness against your leg.

“Mhm”, his answer was distracted. His hands were pushing under the top, cupping your boobs into his hands and squeezing them. You were thankful that they all had individual backstage rooms this time, even though all of them – except Ashton – had probably already ended up in one together.

“Ash”, you laughed again, which turned into a small whine when he bit the skin on your collarbone, “How old are you? You’re acting like you’ve never seen a pair of boobs in your life”

He stopped, pouting up at you. “I’m offended”, he complained, “And besides, I’m not seeing any boobs right now”

“You have like then minutes-“

“Plenty of time”, he argued and you gave in. Not that you would have declined this, but it was fun to tease him when he got a little desperate.

In no time, he had gotten your top of, unclasping your bra with practiced fingers, lips searching your flesh as soon as it had fallen to the floor.

“You’re such a boob guy”

He stopped again, that offended look on his face again. “Why do you have to insult me so much today?”

“I’m not insulting you”, you grinned, “Simply stating facts.”

“Do you want my cum on your boobs or not?”, he asked, yup, he was impatient today.

But you weren’t done teasing him yet: “Oh, so I’m not even getting anything? Probably have to jerk you off, too, huh?”

“Well uh-“

“It’s okay, babe, we only have ten minutes, you can always promise to get me off once we’re back at the hotel”

He nodded eagerly, then mumbled something about only having eight or seven minutes now and fumbled to open his pants.

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[ithinkinggenshin]

Hi I want to request a hickey prank on

(Hu tao, ei, miko, shenhe) fem reader please thanks!

Hickey Prank

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Hu Tao, Ei, Yae Miko, Shenhe

Pairings: Fem!Reader x ^above characters

Warnings: lots of implied nsfw but nothing explicit (under the cut just in case), possessive behavior, Shenhe is homicidal and kills a lot of monsters and then you kiss on a mountain (spoilers), branding with electricity (spoilers pt.2)

Word count: 1.7k

Synopsis: this is a brilliant idea where nothing could possibly go wrong. 

Hu Tao:

You thought you could get back at her for all the pranks she’d played on you? What a silly notion. Hu Tao immediately saw right through your pathetic attempt and decided to answer your little gimmick with an overwhelming reaction. It was like you lit a small match and she responded with an explosion of fire. 

Hu Tao pushes you into your room and tells you to get on the bed. You try again to tell her it was a prank, that these hickies aren't real but are only met with a harsh laugh. 

Of course they are. She's known all along. She knew it the moment you stepped into her office at the parlor. She knew it when she wrapped her own hand around your throat, squeezing the sides until your pathetic attempts to stop her were just you sluggishly flailing in her grasp, and she was sure you had dark spots dancing in your vision. And she knew it when she dragged you through the streets, people looking at you in pity as the queen of the dead was about to make you one of her undead subjects. 

Now you're home and she's going to the locked box in the closet, quickly opening it up with her skeleton key and fishing out things that are too well made to be considered "just toys."

When she turns back you feel a ball of lead settle on your stomach. She's really serious. A deadly thing. The regret you feel now is nothing compared to what you’ll feel by the end of this. 

Hu Tao wipes away the fake hickies you made on your neck and quickly moves to replace them with some real ones of her own. The frantic way she sucks and bites. Some of them are barely visibly pink, but most of them are already turning purple. Your voice betrays you as you squeak and moan at the rough attention. Your girlfriend pinches you everytime you make a sound. This is a punishment. You’re not supposed to be enjoying this. But you’re a pain slut so Hu Tao supposes it can’t be helped. 

You both fall onto the bed when the back of your legs hit the end of it. She’s already ripping off your pants and shirt. The sound of tearing fabric has you curling back, trying to hide yourself to no avail. She’ll expose you and every one of your sins. She’s going to mark you up and down so no matter what, even when no one is looking, you’ll constantly feel the controlling grip she has on you. 

You belong to her. 

There’s no escape from that. 

Ei:

She has a perfect memory, so she knows for certain that those bruises didn’t come from her. You haven’t been outside of the city. She’d know if you got hurt by someone inside. Any reports of such an incident would go straight to her and the perpetrator would be dealt with swiftly. 

She doesn’t hesitate to ask you directly where you got those marks. You better be careful how you answer. Give her a name and someone’s home may catch fire from a sudden lighting strike. Avoid the question and she’ll pout until you give her a proper answer, even going so far as to kick you out Euthymia, making you sit with the cold and silent shogun puppet until you’re ready to tell her the truth. 

When the truth does eventually come out Ei will give you a disapproving look and with a scowl tell you that you shouldn’t be playing tricks on your lover. 

You do your best to apologize with puppy eyes and a promise to do whatever she wants for the rest of the day. 

Ei hums, her immediate thought is to make you go buy her some sweets, but then a thought dawns on her. Humans see hickies as marks of possession. If you’re so concerned about people seeing them, including her, so much so that you’d go so far as to pull a prank, then surely you must want her to give you some markings of her own. 

She decides to carve the same electro symbol on the back of her neck onto yours. You aren’t prepared for the intense wave of electricity to burn through your skin. You pass out from the pain and wake up about thirty seconds later with a far more permanent sign of ownership than any hickey. 

Ei promptly then sends you on your way to go out and buy her some sweets and dango milk. 

People see the purple bruises and creeping red lines on your neck and while some look worried, others are clearly envious of such clear branding from the archon. You’re her chosen lover after all. And now everyone can see it, plain and clear. 

You return to the palace and Ei quickly comes out of her mindscape to partake in her apology gifts. 

She’s been feeling thrilled since imbuing her mark upon you. She has you sit in her lap as she feeds you small bites of her requested offerings, you lean into her touch. 

Ei loves you fiercely. This mark of her power is proof of that. 

Now you can never leave her. 

Now you will always belong to her. 

Yae Miko:

If you’re so okay with flaunting another woman’s hickies on your neck, then you’ll love walking around with Miko’s marks on you. 

Your legs are wobbly and you can barely stand. You, very sorely, regret having tried to pull a prank like that on Yae. She’s always said that you should tell her if anyone dares lay a finger on you. She’s always made sure to leave little gifts on places where she knows you can’t hide them. 

Now it looks like you’ve just barely survived an encounter with wolves. Enormous bite marks and bruises litter your neck, shoulders, chest, thighs. They’re everywhere. 

When you woke up this morning, you gasped at the sight of them all in the mirror. 

If you look closely, you can still see the tiny bruises you gave yourself the other day for the prank, but they’re completely dwarfed by the dark purple marks right next to them given to you by the kitsune. 

You never thought she’d let her animalistic bare its teeth at you. That she’d let it almost devour you. 

Now you know to never bait her like that again. 

Too bad you don’t realize that once the animal is out of its cage, it will never go back inside. 

Shenhe:

Someone will die because of you. 

Shenhe’s first instinct tells her that someone hurt you, and she sees red. Anyone who dares lay a finger on you is met with the sight of the sharp end of her spear. It doesn’t help that she’s significantly faster than you, so even sprinting at your fastest, following the trails of the dead monsters isn’t enough. You have to get her to come back, so you do something almost as stupid as playing this prank on her. 

You know she’d never hurt you on purpose, but you can’t help but flinch when Shenhe’s spear barely misses you and plunges into the ground, a Mitachurl impaled on it. You knew she’d come to save you, so you didn’t hesitate to throw yourself into danger and simply scream her name and the word help at the top of your lungs. The small band of monsters is wiped out before you can even process that she’s already back. 

She leans over you, and you’re pierced by her silver eyes. 

“Don’t do that again.”

You wrap your arms around her neck and promise not to, leaning up to kiss her. Shenhe responds quickly, locking herself onto you and pressing her lips against yours. You pour all of your love into this kiss and hope that she can feel it past her red bindings. 

You think she does because when you finally let go to catch your breath, she seems disappointed. 

You kiss her cheek and all over her face, giggling at the sight of the growing pink blush on her cheeks. 

You kiss down her jaw and gasp when Shenhe puts her hand on your chest and pushes you back down onto the grass. 

“No.” 

You’re the one with the marks on your neck. Shenhe should be the one giving your wounds attention. 

Your dilemma of trying to decide whether or not to tell her the truth about them is made for you when Shenhe kisses a purple spot only to taste something sweet. She rubs the spot with her finger and finds the purple smudging before coming off. The rest of the marks do the same when she wipes them a couple of times. You watch as her brows furrow in confusion and she looks at you quizzically. You grin up at her sheepishly and tell her that you were just playing a small trick on her, and wanted to see how she’d react. You can’t help but feel bad as you watch a debate and conflict go through her head and reflect in her eyes, though her overall expression remains as pensive as ever. 

“So, you’re not hurt. You just wanted to see what I’d do if I thought you were?”

You hesitate but decide to be honest, explaining that bruises and marks on people don’t always mean that they’ve been hurt in a bad way. Sometimes it means that the person is loved in a… passionate way. 

“Then let me try.”

You feel your breath taken away when Shenhe says that. You nod quickly and she leans down and bites your neck. Hard. You yelp and dig your fingers in the roots of her hair. 

“Sh-shenhe! Not so harsh!”

You have to take another moment to explain to her how to do it properly, but when she tries a second time you find she’s a quick learner, quickly pulling moans and whimpers out of you. The grip she has on your waist tightens as she sucks and nibbles at every inch of your skin. She wants more. Your voice is so pretty when you say her name like that. What else can she do to make you make these sounds? She’ll do everything she can to find out. 

Extra: I wrote a seperate smutty bit about Hu Tao here

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[bellamyblake]

Fine by dusk

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Smut, Angst, A/busive Relationships, veteran Bellamy working construction, Nurse Clarke;

Words: 15,415

Bellamy and his contruction crew are hired to fix the Griffin manor's back porch and garden. Clarke's stuck in an abusive marriage with Finn who's dream is to have the perfect family life so he could rise through the ranks, become mayor, then perhaps even senator and he doesn't care what he has to do to get it. Meanwhile Clarke feel sad and uncertain of what is even happening to her anymore. That is until she lays eyes on Bellamy Blake.

Bellarke Christmas exchange, written for @dark-scape

"I love it." she admitted "Used to want to go to art school."

"Why didn't you?" she shrugged and looked down at their hands that were so close to each other that all she wanted to do was take his fingers in hers and never let go of them.

"I don't know...mom wanted me to go to medschool and I did grow to love being a nurse."

"But your true passion is drawing?" she hummed and he picked up her chin with his hand, putting their faces really close to each other again. "You should keep up with it."

"I only started drawing again recently." she didn't tell him it had all to do with him but judging by the cocky smile he got on his face, he read right through her.

"Oh yeah? Was there any reason why?"

"I got inspired again." she admitted and decided to tease him as she pushed closer and now their noses touched while her hand reached over to his middle where she put the stethoscope earlier. He reached to put his beer aside and take his leg off the table too, coming in even closer to her. Two could play this game and she was intent to show him that.

"By what?" he asked and she smiled as she snuck her hand under his shirt for a brief moment and grazing his ribs with her nails. His stomach jumped, so did his dick in his pants that were getting really thight for him.

"I have no idea." she said innocently as she pulled away and made his breath hitch again. "What about you? Any passions?" she picked up the plates from the table and went to the sink where she threw away whatever was left in them and turned the water on. Bellamy wasn't stupid-he understood the signs clearly, she wanted this as much as he did and they were simply fooling around right now, playing their game.

He got on his feet and limped to the counter where he leaned on it from behind and trapped her so that she couldn't move. He leaned into her ear and whispered.

"War. I've always been good at it." he admitted. Her breath hitched and she dropped the plate she was holding as the water kept beating on it. When he pushed a bit harder from behind her, rubbing his half-hard dick against her butt, she gasped and he reached to tuck a strand of hair fallen on her cheek, behind her ear. "That and...history. Writing. I like that."

"So you're a writer?"

"Used to be. Overtime I just got better at holding a rifle as I said. Some people may find it to be fucked up but..." he let his hand fall to her side and he quickly snuck it under her arm, so he'd be able to cup her breasto over her thin shirt and make her move on her toes and press hard against his body.

"It isn't." she looked back at him and he smiled at her as he looked down on her. With his good hand he reached out and turned the tap off, then he placed it on her lower stomach, close to her crotch and pushed her harder against his body, rubbing his dick up and down her crack a little without breaking eye-contact with her. "Maybe you should pick it up again." she offered, gasping for it. Her hand flew to his wrist, desperate to hold onto something and he just smiled devilishly again. She hadn't felt that hot and aroused in...maybe ever, she was already pathetically dripping in her panties, so bad, she just wanted to touch herself and his cock pressing against the crack of her ass made it worse despite the fact that it was all happening with their clothes on.

"I don't know...I found a new hobby lately. I think you and I share it." he whispered as his other hand worked to find her nipple and pinch it between his fingers while his other hand went lower to cup her crotch through her jeans. She wasn't sure if he could feel the wetness there already but his eyes widened a little which meant he probably could.

"What's that?"

"Undressing at the window every night and making me go crazy about you." he whispered before he finally leaned down and kissed her.

Clarke lost any ground she had and almost collapsed in his arms-this felt like nothing she's ever done. His lips were so soft against hers and his tongue didn't just move uncomfortably in her mouth, desperate to do something like Finn's did, no...he just kissed her slowly, wanted to become one with her and allowed her the chance to also take charge if she wanted, which she did.

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