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thelaundrybitch · 3 months

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Snoot Smooches

TURTLE DOVES

It's been a hot minute.

BUT I'M BACK!

And with the help of @leosgirl82 who assisted in these absolute shenanigans!!!

So please enjoy some Valentine's Day fun 💖💖💖

TW: Swearwords and Shenanigans

Please don't steal my work. Reblogging for others to enjoy is highly encouraged, though 🤩

Snoot Smooches

You've been with your turtle boyfriend for years, and you have a very good relationship with him and his brothers. You love each of your boyfriend’s brothers completely platonically - and they all know that.

However, you do love some shenanigans, and Valentine's Day is coming up. So you decide to decorate the lair in pinks and reds.

And you've made an executive decision on a new tradition.

Valentine's Day Mistletoe…

Hang the shit EVERYWHERE

Hide it in drawers around the lair for quick grabbing access

Hell, keep some in your pockets so you can sneak attack

Absolutely carry it around on a fishing rod, like you would with a donkey and a carrot

BUT have fun trying to explain the mistletoe fishing rod to your turtle bf....

"I'm TRYING to kiss your brothers! Do you MIND?!"

Your turtle bf be like 🤨🤦🏾‍♂️🤷🏾‍♂️

“Fine. But don't come running to me when you're in trouble”

Game on

Leo

Leo would be a gentleman and let you snoot smooch him

But be horrendously embarrassed about it

Internal screeching

If turtles could blush

He's gonna be the one that's probably secretly wiping it off after you’ve skipped away victoriously

Texts his brother immediately to tell him about your shenanigans

Freaking tattle tale

He gets a second snoot smooch

As punishment

Raph

Facepalm

From him

To you

Also 'biffed'

*Biff* - To smack one's palm heel against the offender's forehead.

He would absolutely use the one finger on the forehead method to push you back

With that look of HAve you LOSt your DaMN MinD?

OR he'd be grabbing both shoulders and spinning you to do an about-face and just say, "Nope."

Just keeps bringing you back to your bf like, "KEEP HER OCCUPIED"

He'd be so done with your shit by the end of the first week

Just wearing him down.

Day by day.

Like the annoying little sister that won't quit

And it's easier to just get it over with

Finally, he'd be like

"FINE! ONE!"

But he'd honk your nose or some shit and drag you back to your bf

Don

I can see Don being an absolute asshole to you

Calls your bluff

He's gonna be the one who wets his lips for a slobbery smooch

You'll be walking up

With your donkey stick

And a maniacal smile across your face

Wiggling the brows like two dancing caterpillars

And he'll look horrified

But only for a split second

He'll start licking his lips so they are super spitty

Then get up and chase you around with duck lips

You'll be screaming NOOOO! like a five-year-old trying to get away from the icky older brother

Insert slappity slaps when he captures you

Mike

This one, you'd have to keep one eye on.

Mike. He's always their wild card. He likes to keep you on your toes

But mostly his brothers.

He's such a shit

NO SHAME

He'd be sliding in all puckered up

Right here, babes... Pointing to his lips

He's all in

Wants ALL the smooches

Will turn his face right before you land said kiss so he gets an actual smooch

Then run through the lair yelling about it like the town crier

Bonus Turt Time

Jehannet (J)

Would be super sweet and accept said smooch

Prefers a cheek kiss.

But will let you snoot smooch him

Then after your sweet little kissy-poo, he'd suddenly be like, "I LoVe KiSsEs"

And grab you to smooch a barrage of kisses all over your face while you squawk and squirm trying to get away

Totally makes sure he does it in front of the brother you’re dating

Just to get a reaction 😂

Basilio

Good luck with Basilio LOL

*goes in for snoot smooch, ends up in headlock*

Walks you back to your Turt BF in said headlock

"I think this is yours"

"Oh, thanks Bayz! A bit closer, though… I'm at the perfect height to kiss my bf," you sass him - whilst your head is at crotch level

Bayz: let's go immediately and walks away with his hands in the air

Later on, Basilio would be standing under one, not realizing it was there.

You'd try to sneak attack him

But dude is a weathered ninja, so he'd slip away at a speed walk

And you would chase him.

Yelling that he can't outrun tradition!

And true to character, Mike and J would chase Basilio and pin him down so you could get a smooch in LOL

Wanna know more about J & Bayz?

Jehannet

Basilio

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wangxianficrecs · 6 months

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Snapping The Banjo by Anonymous

Snapping The Banjo

by Anonymous

M, 8k, Wangxian & Xuanli

Summary: “A-Jie…” Jiang Cheng pushes. “I broke my husband’s penis during sex.” One quick in-out breath as Yanli raises her chin high, pivots sharply on her heel and marches back off towards the building. Wei Ying opens his mouth. Jiang Cheng slowly raises a hand to silence him, expression on his face as if he had been slapped with a wet fish. Wei Ying and Lan Zhan's date night has gone wrong. Then, Jiang Yanli calls to ask her brothers for a ride to the hospital. Jiang Yanli's date night has gone very wrong. Kay's comments: RIP Jin Zixuan's dick, I guess Jin Ling won't be getting a sibling (jk, jk, his dick is probably fine). This story is was so much fun, full of shenanigans! The fact that broken dicked Jin Zixuan also had to deal with drunk Lan Wangji wanting to study his broken dick like an insect made me cackle.

pov wei wuxian, modern setting, modern no powers, crack treated seriously, jiang yanli/jin zixuan, yunmeng siblings feels, good sibling wei wuxian, good sibling jiang cheng, humor, minor injuries, hospitals, blood, schadenfreude, established relationship, drunk lan wangji

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

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aeide-thea · 8 months

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so i went to reblog some fanart earlier and started to tag it #oh this is. incredible actually, and then paused and thought, @‍self why the 'actually.' what is that adverb conveying. and i contemplated it for a bit, and finally concluded: well, shit. it's reflexive deprecation.

the thing is, deprecation is my starting position pretty much always, and that's a problem in itself, but mostly my problem; but when you're talking abt somebody else's work, and you start backing defensively away from imagined negativity before anyone's even actually voiced any? you may think you're playing bodyguard, but in reality you're the vanguard of the assault, opening a wedge for enemy forces to strike.

i was talking a couple of weeks ago abt seeing ppl tag that kristin sue lucas name-multiplied-by-one post with tags like 'this is art To Me' vel sim., and honestly i think it's a similar sort of reflex—i think exposure to the tumblr vernacular often leads people (very much including me!) to produce turns of phrase like this, that ultimately serve to convey roughly

'i, a clever girlblogger,¹ am, yeah, engaging with this frivolous hai pollai²-coded material; but my relationship to it, unlike that of most she-ple, is Intellectual and Analytical and Examined! and to make that clear, i'll be dropping in these little verbal particles from time to time, in order to distinguish my own, elevated examination of the subject from the state of risible naivete³ i'm implicitly ascribing to the other, more ordinary audience members i'm conjuring up only to instantly put down—but like, it's fine, i'm a free-and-easy girlblogger(TM), so you can't think i'd ever deliberately propagate establishmentarian prejudices! never mind the effect my rhetoric might subconsciously be having, on me or on anyone else…'

and i think this framing is worth squinting at, and worth attempting to excise from one's speech and from one's mindset, because when you get right down to it? it's just yet another insidious manifestation of respectability politics, that's gotten people to adopt it via the cuckoo-chick strategy of positioning itself as cutesy tumblr idiolect.

and like, circling back around to that fanart i mentioned at the outset: yeah, the tag did feel weirdly prosodically truncated to me without that 'actually'! but this way, if the artist ends up seeing my discussion of their work in their notes, they won't be getting slapped in the face with a wet dead fish first, so like. what's more important, you know?

⸻ ¹ ""(gender neutral)"" ² https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hoi_polloi in the feminine, if i haven't totally fumbled my declensions… ³ phrasing nicked from a comment of @‍proudheron's.

#anyway like. this for sure isn't the definitive post abt this #and really what i'm getting at is just another facet of 'self-deprecation isn't usually actually separable from disparaging others'#but i do think there's a particular subtle flavor of it here that's worth sticking under the microscope in its own right #for those of us who may have breathed it in without noticing‚ and now be spreading it‚ again without noticing‚ in our turn #i mean. obvs also extremely possible i just *think* i've put my finger on something important bc it's late!#but like. imagine tagging‚ idk‚ the winged victory or sth with 'this is art. to me'#it would be SUCH a weird rhetorical move! but consider: it's *always* a weird rhetorical move‚ actually.#bc fundamentally it's a speech pattern that's seeking affirmation of yr own taste/authority/status as Critic #at the expense of the thing you've evaluated—#like‚ you're going 'i think this is neat!! (but that might just be me 😔)'#and then other girlbloggers are supposed to be like 'yeah no i totally see what you mean!!!' and affirm you! but the thing is—#the '(but that might just be me 😔)' part doesn't just undercut yr discernment‚ it undercuts the praise *predicated* on yr discernment #so it's like. you're dissing yourself in a way that's supposed to earn you affirmation‚ which. is fucked up actually‚ lol :)#but—it's one thing when you do it to yourself; when you incorporate it into the foundations of yr compliment #you've actually totally undermined that compliment and rendered it an insult #(not to mention undermined the idea that the thing might have merit in itself‚ beyond yr authority to bestow or withhold—#like. if you're speaking in terms of what's good/deep/Art/&c To You? you've effectively already ceded the main field of universality #and retreated to defend only yr own walled garden—and implied you'll cede even that small ground if it's disputed)#so like. in the context of yr social relationship with yr followers‚ those sorts of qualifiers are affirmation-seeking moves—#though like. also ones that reinforce yr rhetorical passive-victim positionality‚ in a way you shd perhaps consider *not* reinforcing—#but in the context of yr interaction with an OP? they're negging.#and i just think like. i get it and i'm @-ing myself here as much as anyone else! but it's not‚ like‚ a healed-world way to behave. lol.#so like. consider: tagging things 'art' without the cutesy little qualifiers. praising things without the hedging.#i'm not at all good at that but. i'm going to try.#metatumbling #language #the psyche #'close readings no one needed for 300‚ alex'#(extremely tempted to just scrap this writeup tbh but like. the thinking was worth doing‚ so a record of it is worth keeping)

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gardenergulfie · 1 year

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"You know," Shelby begins. "I'm not too sure I want to be a girl."

"Okay," Pirate Joe says. "You don't have to be."

And that's the start of it.

Shelby looks over to where Joe is squeezing the water from his hair onto the grass. He'd taken a dip in her pond, and ended up dropping little amethyst crystals that had chipped off onto their picnic blanket. Still, he was dripping wet, and she wasn't allowing him to stink up her blanket with wet fish stink.

"What?" Shelby asks.

"What. You don't want to be a girl? Don't be. It's no biggie, really." Joe shakes his head wildly, water spraying in every direction.

"Joe!" Shelby reprimands.

"Just let me on the blanket! I won't stink it up, you know I won't! The cove smells the way it does because fish is some of our exports."

"Hm." Shelby says. "Tell me more about this 'just don't be a girl' thing while we get you a towel."

Joe groans. "Or we could be comfy on the blanket! We both know I'm going back in anyway! Shelby, pleaaaaseeeee," he whines.

Shelby beckons him to her house, and he hangs his head as he follows. He's nice enough to drop the act about halfway there, rolling his shoulders back and no longer dragging his feet. He still rolls his eyes at her when she glances at him though.

"It's just what it says on the tin, Shelby. Don't wanna be a girl? Don't do it. Wanna be a boy? Go right ahead. Don't wanna be a boy either? Don't be a boy then. That's what I did." He straightens even further as Shelby opens her front door and starts rummaging through her closet for the box she knows has towels in it. Magic above, below and throughout, she needs to clean up a little better.

"That's what you did?" Shelby repeats.

"Yup!" Shelby can see him slap his chest. "Self made, honey."

Shelby turns to him fully, and blinks at his bare chest. "Uh. How?" Oh and- ah! A towel!

"Fish are very genderfluid animals. It comes with living in the water. I'm amphibious though, so I'm more solid about it. And my gender is solidly boy."

"I don't think that's how it works."

"And who's the fish here, Witch Girl?"

Shelby frowns at him, but, well. He's right. He's annoying when he's right. She throws the towel at him.

Joe sputters into the towel, then pulls it off his face and inspects it. "Oh. Thank you. Conversation over now? You're not a girl anymore and I get snacks?"

"I'm not a girl anymore?"

"I thought- I thought that was the point of this. You don't want to be a girl. You don't have to be a girl. Done, finished, I get food now?" Joe looks legitimately confused, as if their five minute conversation had revealed every mystery of the world in a digestible manner.

"Well, I mean- what can I be? What do I get to choose?"

Joe pouts at her. "Get with it, Shelby! Anything. Boy, girl, something else, something between, nothing at all, something up in the end! Something down in the nether. I don't know. Picnic basket time, what did you make to eat?"

Shelby doesn't really think about how she's moving back to the basket, mostly just contemplating the idea of being anything she wants as she stares into Joe's back. He's bouncing off to get food, because he's a hungry little fish. She hopes he finds the little jar of fish food she put in there to make fun of him.

By the time she's made her slow, slow way to the blanket, he's pulled out a plate for himself and has put a bunch of sweets and a slice of pie onto it. He's snacking on a cookie.

"Screw you, by the way," Joe says, shaking the jar of fish food at her.

"No thank you," Shelby tells him, pulling out her own plate. "Not into that sorta thing. Anyway, what if I wanted to be nothing. Neither of them. None of them. The genders, I mean. None of the genders."

"Okay," Joe says, as if it's the simplest thing in the world. "Are you changing any pronouns, or is that like, not it for you."

"My pronouns? Oh, uh, is this a thing I have to think about?"

"Not really. If you like being called she and her, then you're good with it. If you like any others, go for that too. Or instead of she and her." He shoves a whole sweet berry into his mouth, chews it almost thoughtfully, then swallows. "Shelby, I need you to know that my advice on this is that none of it matters. You do what you want. I'm a boy. I wanna be a boy. I just became a boy when I figured out I was a boy. It took, like, a month and a half, because biology exists, but it happened. You're not a girl. You don't want to be any of it. That works too. You're not any of it. If you figure out something else later, that's okay too. Then you're whatever you want to be then."

"Oh." Shelby looks down at her own sweet berry. "Okay. Then, yeah, I want to be none of them and, um... I think I like the pronouns I have."

"Awesome. If I go back into the pond, are you going to kill me for getting all wet again?"

Shelby laughs. "I'll kill you when you deserve it. Go. I'll judge the dive."

Joe is speed incarnate as he stands and backs up to get a good running start. He squints at the pond, glances at Shelby, then grins. He takes a skip step, cartwheels, lands mostly on his feet, sprints, and then-

"JOE!" Shelby yells as he cannonballs into pool and splashes her. He surfaces, just up to his nose, so that she can only barely see the grin on his lips. "NO POINTS! NO POINTS. THAT WASN'T A DIVE. YOU PRICK!"

There's a bubbling from under the water that Shelby recognizes as laughter, and she glares, pressing the smile on her face down. Shelby considers how soaked she is [pretty soaked, actually], then tugs her boots and socks off.

"Alright, fishy boy. If that's how you're gonna play-" Shelby sprints and jumps into the pond, grabbing onto Joe as she hits the water, laughter pouring out of her mouth as bubbles.

Later, when she's drying her hair and kicking at Joe as he shakes his hair out, she notes that not much about her has changed. There's one thing though, something that she knows, and Joe knows, and that's enough for her. She's not a girl. And there's some sort of warm glee in her chest at the idea. She's not a girl. Not a boy. She is neither and nothing and that is all that she wants to be.

YEAHHHH LOOK AT TYEN THE EVERDUO I LOVE THEM!!!!

#FUNKY GENDER WOOOO #everduo

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2af-afterdark · 10 months

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Oooh this one is going to be interesting 👀

“You look so good with my hands around your neck.”for our Leviathan of What in Hell is bad

Gender neutral MC

Please keep in mind that the game is still not out, so when you ask for this you are asking for a bunch of random headcanons sort of put together.

Content: Mean!Dom!GN!MC x Leviathan (whb), choking (not kink appropriate practice), Degradation, Mentioned bruises, Slapping (as kink)

They leaned over him, their frame casting a shadow as they blocked the light from overhead reaching him lying on the hard, wet bathroom floor below. The water still clinging to his skin and spreading across the ground soaked through the fabric of their pants as they straddled his hips and pressed all their weight against his throat.

They could feel his heartbeat pulsating against their fingers with every squeeze around his neck. Crystal eyes rolled over with tears and his mouth gapped helplessly like a fish drowning on land.

"How was your day?" they asked as if he could answer them. "Did you do a good job pretending to be capable king? Did the shower help you clean away all your lies?"

They released one hand from around his throat and slapped him hard enough across the face to turn his skin an angry red. It wasn't just that cheek that glowed though; his entire face burned as the hearts in his eyes grew.

They went back to choking him with both of their hands. "It's laughable that a masobitch like you thinks he can lead an entire kingdom. Especially when you look sooooo much better with my hands around your neck."

They chuckled at the strangled croaking sound that involuntarily came out of his mouth from trying to speak through a lack of air.

"Oh," they hummed with absolute delight as they twisted their grip harder around his neck, "If you keep making cute noises like that, I won't be able to hold back. I may have to keep you home tomorrow or else your vassals will see exactly what you've been up to."

They wouldn't be satisfied until there was a fresh bruise on his neck to match the others littering his chest, hips, thighs, and all the way down until they couldn't see them anymore. Each mark was a beautiful reminder of how much they loved him and how much he loved them back. Each one was a memory of a time he'd allowed them to overpower him, despite the fact that he could easily push them off.

"Hey, Leviathan," they grinned as they leaned back, pressing their ass against his growing erection that they knew was there but couldn't see, "can you make it to bed or do you are you such a desperate whore than you need me to ride you right here?"

The way he shuddered beneath them was the only answer they needed.

#2af writes #what in hell is bad #whb leviathan #gender neutral fic #talkin' whb #❖ sawdaolad #cw choking #cw degradation

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littledreamling · 1 year

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I'd love to know more about "the wrong name" 😄

The Wrong Name is my working title for the angst fic I'm writing right now! It's centered around the idea that Hob would regret any attempt to deal with his feelings for his Stranger (Dream) through one-night stands or hook-ups, especially if they looked like Dream. He had promised himself in 1989 to wait for his Stranger to return, a self-sacrificial promise in his own mind, and any sexual encounter with a Dream lookalike would be seen as a failure, a broken promise. The entire fic deals with the fallout of one such encounter and is one of the darkest, angstiest, and most graphic things I've ever written.

I'm (hesitantly) calling it The Wrong Name because Hob's one-night stand called him Richard during sex, which is the name that Hob is going by in his current life. It shouldn't bother Hob, but it does and it's something I can relate to as a trans person. It's not the wrong name as in, "you're cheating on me and you accidentally said the wrong name during sex." It's the wrong name as in, "I gave you that name to use but it's not who I really am," and that's something that I think Hob would struggle a lot with throughout his different lifetimes. Only Dream calls him Hob and deep down, Hob wants to be called that, but only by Dream. It creates a bit of a paradox in his mind and truly, the entire fic is a bit paradoxical, in that Hob's logic isn't necessarily the most sound, but that was fun to play around with and explore.

It won't be a light or comforting fic, and it's not for everyone (I actually feel really bad for @btwimkindagay who wandered into the google doc one morning and was slapped across the face with the literary equivalent of a wet fish) but I think it's been a really fun writing exercise and has pushed me out of my comfort zone a lot!

#thanks for the ask!#my writing #my fic wip #I feel like I have to apologize to Breezy every time I update that fic because it gets darker every time lmao #it'll probably the next fic I post just because it has me in a chokehold right now #I've had a pretty bad brain fog for the past couple of nights but I'm looking forward to getting into a better schedule #Hob has Big Feelings and nowhere to put them #this is a problem for him #Hob Gadling

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lucidreamsxx · 2 years

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"Needy much?"

Bucky Barnes x SOFT!SUB!OCIvy

Asked by: @ilybucky04

TW: Food kink, vanilla, hard, edging, begging, dom/sub play, degradation and praise kink, slapping, role play, fingering, name calling, vaginal sex, internal cumming

Modern AU:

DISC: This AU takes place in a universe where the OC! Ivy and Bucky are normal people in a universe where the avengers do not exist. In this AU Bucky is a CEO to the 'BARNES CORP' a company inherited from his father, and Ivy is a young budding journalist. OC Ivy is needy for attention from Bucky and she decided to do it the hard way. Please pray for her legs since she won't be able to walk for the following week~

01.45 a.m.:

"Ughhh" Ivy sighed, while looking at her phone for the millionth time. This is the third time this week, she thought to herself, as she stared at her lockscreen longingly, spread out like a starfish on the livingroom couch. It was a picture of her and her boyfriend, Bucky when they went on a trip to the Southern Isles together. They had an awesome time there, swimming, fishing and snorkelling among other activities, which more often than not, ended in them having sex. As she continued looking, she started fantasizing about all the things he had done to her.How he had trailed his hands over her body, how his tongue always fought against hers when they kissed, how-?

"click!"

Her thoughts were interuppted by the sound of the front door opening, and lo and behold out came Bucky.

Having just gotten off work, he seemed tired and lethargic.

Ivy sat up from her place on the couch as, he gave her a tired little wave. Bucky grabbed his laptop from his bag and much to Ivy's dismay opened it back up on the kitchen counter as he continued working again.

With another sigh, Ivy quietly came over and made him a cup of coffee and placed it infront of him, and as she did she couldn't help but trail her hands across his back.

He looked up at her.

Her eyes found his as well, and she had that glimmer of lust in them, but as soon as her hope rose, it sank, as Bucky's eyes turned back to the computer screen as he started typing again.

But, Ivy isn't one to give up, with a deep breath she back hugged him, her exhale directly on his neck, he stiffened underneath her hug as her hot breath hit his neck, but he soon relaxed into her touch once more.

Now more confident as to what she was doing, she started kitty licking his neck, earning a groan of annoyance from him.

"Ivy..." he muttered, clearly starting to get irritated now as she proved to be a much bigger distraction now, and at this rate he might not be able to finish his work. "Ivy, you're playing a dangerous game of chess here darling" he breathed out darkly,

"Well then let me be your checkmate~" Ivy whispered back, her hands trailing down to his belt and tugging at it.

He held her hands before she went too far, as he spun around and got off the chair, now as he did that he spun Ivy around as well so now her back was facing the kitchen counter. He lifted her onto the counter as he pulled her shorts off her and she took off her shirt, leaving her in only her lacy underwear as she fiddled with the buttons on his shirt and got it off of him as well.

Seeing her like this he couldnt help but voice his thought out,"Needy much?" He asked but instead of a response he felt his lips crash onto hers.

The kiss was deep and intoxicating. It was the kiss of a lustful woman and a desire filled man who longed the touch of each other. Her hands wrapped around his neck as his trailed acroas her body, finding their way into her panties.

He felt Ivy gasp against his mouth as he slipped a finger in, her pussy so wet it made him smile against the kiss in pride. "You so wet for me baby?" He said as he slipped another finger in, earning another gasp from her as her kissing turned sloppy. "You so wet for me to please you? Were you this needy for me?" He asked as he pumped into her feeling her nod against the kiss. He smirked as without warning he pulled out inserted three fingers into Ivy in a deep thrust, to which she let out a low moan.

"Hands flat on the table and lie back" he instructed as she at once lay flat on the kitchen counter, her legs spread put before him as he ripped her panties aside.

Her pussy dripped with juices as he looked at it he could feel his cock getting harder and harder.

He took three fingers again and pumped it into her earning whines from Ivy's mouth, taking that as a sign he went faster, as he pumped his fingers in and out of her as he used his thumb to rub at her clit, edging her. He continued to pump her as he reached under the kitchen counter and pulled out whipping cream. This which he squirted on her pussy as he took his hands out, just as she was about to protest, she moaned at the feeling of his mouth on her, he started to eat her out continousky adding whipping cream and occasionally biting at her clitoris, sending a jolt of elictricity up her nerves. And just as she was about to cum he pulled away, causing her to whimper in annoyance as her core felt empty now.

As she looked at him he started licking all her juices from his fingers, they were covered in a mixture of cum and cream, as he stared right at her, this turned her on so much that Ivy couldnt help touching herself while looking at him as she inserted her own fingers into her wet pussy, but before she could even move Bucky pulled her fingers away whole smirking, "i'm supposed to be pleasing you darling so i cant be letting you touch yourself now can i?" He asked as he instructed her to sit up and wrapped her legs arpund his waist as he carried Ivy into their shared bedroom.

He gently placed her onto the bed as he came up above her, he instructed her to take her bra off as he took his pants and boxers off. His cock stood proudly, a good 8 inch and long, with rigs. "Like what you see?" He asked smirkingly as he caught Ivy looking at it.

He moved above her as he took her hands and pinned them above her head as without warnung he thrusted into her, Ivy moaning out loud beneath him.

"Ha..AHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHHHHURMMMMM~" She moaned as her legs wrapped around his waist pulling him in deeper. His hips started to grind into hers making Ivy scream out at the feeling of euphoric pleasure.

"b-buck-.....hurmmmmmmmmm...ahhhh~" Ivy slurred, now a moaning mess beneath him as he fucked her brains out. Her pussy so tight and hot it made him go even faster, as he pulled her leg over his shoulder which gave him an angle to go deeper as he hit her g-spot continously.

Soon enough he could feel her starting to get close, the way her pussy was milking him with every thrust, the way his thrusts got sloppier. She grabbed onto the back of his neck as she moaned "b-bucky...i'm close..."

"I-i'm close..too.." he panted as he went harder and harder, railing her into the bed as it shook, "let's...cum t-together..."

Bucky went faster and faster, the sensation of Ivy's tight pussy milking his large cock feeling absolutely ethereal to him as with a final thrust Ivy came, her legs shooks as cum cascaded out of her onto his cock, as not soon after he cummed as well, shooting jet after jet of thick hot white cum as he painted her insides, seeing her abdomen slightly bloated as he continued to dump his load inside her, his own little cum dumping slut, as she layed out beautifully fucked beneath him, hair spread, clothes strewn and body glowing, as he finally pulled out, leaving a mixture of cum and semen on the bed as it poured out of her overfilled pussy as well.

He looked at her under him, satisfied at his piece of art as he got off the bed and grabbed a towel to clean them up. After he cleaned her up he managed to pull on one of his shirts over her head as he changed the sheets. He then cleaned himself up as he slipped into bed with her, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear as whispered, "i love you my little angel" as he kissed her forehead and pulled Ivy into his chest and soon drifted off to sleep.

*BONUS*

The kitchen counter: so yea, he made her spread out on me and fingered her.

The fridge: man that's rough

The bed: yea well if you think that's bad, you should have seen what they did on me, nearly broke my legs those two!!

The bedsheets: i am traumatized :)

#fanfic #writers on tumblr #fiction #writing #avengers x fem!reader #the avengers #bucky barns x you #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky x you #bucky x female reader #bucky barns x y/n #bucky barns x reader #bucky barns imagine

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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Repeat Offender: Rindou Haitani x Fem!Reader

synopsis: Bonten!Rindou knows exactly how to get your heart: Money, booze, and a lot of flattery.

wc: 1.6k

tw: NSFW

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"Why won't you just let me have you?"

The question is posed as Rindou Haitani has you (willingly) pinned against the wall of the private office, your hands fiddling with the edge of your skirt.

"You're always in my dreams, and--"

"I don't mix business and pleasure, Mr. Haitani."

"I can't sleep anymore," the man whispers, leaning into you and pressing his erection against your thigh. "Don't you want me?" You look away, partially denying yourself, and partially revealing your attraction. "You smell so good, too. Is that Dior?"

"I have to go," you whisper, pushing off of the wall and out of Rindou's grasp before gathering your files and leaving the office in a rush. Rindou straightens his tie, his eyes following you as you hurry back to your office down the hallway.

And at that moment, Rindou determined that he wouldn't let you slip away a second time.

Even if he had to break a few necks or spend thousands of dollars to have you.

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You're walking out of your apartment when you see the flashy two-seater pull up, the familiar face of your colleague flashing through the window. But it's not a workday.

"Y/n!"

You try to reach for your car keys, but you find you can't quite move, and Rindou is already getting out of his vehicle. "Get in," he breathes, but you stand your ground, looking at Rindou in the eye with a straight face. "Listen, I wanted to apologize for yesterday."

"Don't worry about it." Your fingers suddenly work as you try to fish your keys out, and you touch your key fob as Rindou walks up to you, eyes serious.

"Come on. We're going shopping." When he grabs your wrist, you let out a soft gasp, but follow him to his car anyway. When you're safely inside, he drives off, humming along with the classical music playing in the car. You try to keep your eyes on the road, but you feel something pooling in your stomach at the thought of one of your flashier co-workers taking you shopping.

"Do you do this with every girl you find attractive?" The question slips out without prompting, and Rindou looks over at you curiously.

"No. Just you." When you arrive at the upscale shopping center, you bite your lip, looking at all of the signs for labels you can't afford. Rindou seems to notice your hesitation and places a hand on your waist, smiling at you with his violet eyes. "Where do you want to start?"

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"You know all of this won't buy my affection."

"I know," Rindou murmurs, looking down at his watch and sighing as the valet takes his time fetching the car. "But it can sway it, right?" The assistant holding your items behind you is panting with the exertion, and for a moment, you feel bad for them. Rindou had encouraged you to buy whatever you wanted, waving his hand and having the shops charge it to his invisible account. He even encouraged you to try on lingerie, but you'd declined to do so, alternately purchasing an expensive robe and calling it good.

When the car arrives to take you away, you reach over to grab your bags. "Uh-uh." Rindou swats your hand away and you shrink back, watching as he opens the trunk and then your door. You slide into the seat, watching him hand the valet and assistant a hundred-dollar bill each, then getting into the car himself.

"Where to next?"

"My place." You swallow hard as Rindou weaves through the lanes of traffic, wondering if you'd really make it to his undoubtedly fancy residence in one piece. Should you really be going to your co-worker's home? Especially after he's bought you thousands of dollars worth of custom clothing, accessories, and Williams Sonoma items? "Don't worry, I won't try anything." Rindou whispers as he pulls up to the gated community, flashing a small smile in the guard's direction.

The metal gate squeals open, revealing houses you could only imagine in your wildest dreams, and Rindou drives on, chuckling at your shocked expression. If you thought that he lived in a fancy house, you were wrong.

He lives in a mansion.

"I live here with my older brother, but he's out of town for the week." The comment is accompanied by the opening of another gate, and Rindou drives through it, clearing his throat. "We have a few rooms to choose from should you want to stay the night."

Stay the night?

"Is there anything you want to eat?" He wonders innocently, parking the car. "I can let the chef know."

"Um..." You stare at the white stucco mansion in awe, blinking a few times before you hear Rindou laugh, getting out of the car.

"I'll let you think about it, sweetheart." Your stomach leaps at the nickname, and you exit the car before he can open the door for you.

"Mr. Haitani, welcome back." A maid greets Rindou at the door, her eyes roaming over your appearance with interest. "Should I prepare a room for Ms...?"

"Ms. Y/n. Yes, thank you." You walk past the marble foyer and statues of famous figures around the staircase, following Rindou up the red-carpeted steps and to the second floor. "There's an infinity pool out back if you want to take a dip and a steam room as well. If you get hungry, the kitchen is on the first floo--" Rindou's phone rings suddenly, and you stand akimbo as he picks it up, frowning. "Talk to me."

Your eyes look out of the windows overlooking the backyard - which is filled with a koi pond, the infinity pool, and a few lounge chairs placed around the edge of it. You question how much he and his brother paid for this monstrosity, just as Rindou finishes up his phone call.

"I have to go for a little bit. I should be back within an hour, so make yourself comfortable. I apologize for the intrusion." Rindou takes your hand and gives it a quick kiss before walking down the stairs and leaving you alone.

You find yourself at the edge of the infinity pool an hour later, full of pasta cooked by the chef and dressed in the one-piece black swimsuit you bought earlier. You unwrap the towel from around your waist and dip a foot into the semi-cold water before immersing yourself in it and paddling to the edge of the pool in the evening light.

There's a steep drop-off at the edge, shielding your fall only with a thick border of glass. You suddenly imagine Rindou making business partners who displease him walk over the edge and fall down into the nothingness below. Well, there is something. But the marble slab looks quite far down, and really uncomfortable to drop onto.

"You're going for a swim, huh." You turn to see Rindou walking toward you, a smile on his normally serious face. "Mind if I join you?"

"But you're in a suit." Rindou raises a brow, taking off his jacket and tossing it onto the ground before undoing the buttons on his shirt. And you can't help but watch him undress, revealing the massive tattoo scrolling down his left side. You look away as he takes off his pants, and you don't look back at him until you hear him splash into the water, swimming to you under the water. "Rindou!" He resurfaces just before he reaches your legs, grabbing your shoulders and laughing without restraint.

"Come here, pretty girl," he chuckles, pulling you close and pressing his lips against yours. The kiss is tender, almost too tender for Rindou Haitani, but you lace your arms around his neck and his hands slide down to your waist. When he breaks the kiss, you whimper softly, and he leans forward again, cupping your face and kissing you over and over again. "Is this okay?" Rindou finally asks, his violet eyes searching yours.

"Yes," you exhale, eyes fluttering open. "Yes."

Water splashes around your hips as Rindou grinds into you, holding you close as his erection grows, again, rubbing against your thigh. You tangle your tongue with his, releasing all doubts and inhibitions before lean back, letting him kiss down your neck.

"We should take this to the shower," you whisper, and Rindou hums.

"Anything you want, baby."

Your moans fill the bathroom as Rindou slides against you, breath hot on your neck as you lean against the tile with his hands roaming over your backside.

"Should probably fuck you before we clean up."

He presses the head of his cock into you, groaning as your slick lubricates him enough so he can slide past your lips before pulling out and pushing back in. "So tight..." You bounce back on his dick, taking control of the interaction as he grunts and moans, holding your neck in his strong hand. His other hand creeps down to your folds and parts them, fingers hurriedly searching for your clit. When he finds it - you jerk in his palm and that lets him know - he rubs it with two fingers, making small, quick circles. "You're so wet for me."

"I want it so bad," you keen, and Rindou nods.

"I know. You've wanted this for a while, haven't you?" His voice in your ear is sinful, but you nod, closing your eyes. "Yeah, I know you have." You gasp as his hips drive into yours, making a slapping sound in the shower.

"Rin... ah, I'm..."

"Gonna cum for me? You gonna cum, beautiful?"

"Yes, yes, yes..." you pant, gripping the wrist that's attached to the hand rubbing your clit faster. "I--" You inhale deeply, pulsing around Rindou's cock as he continues his motions, leaving you a shaking, moaning mess.

"That's a good girl," Rindou hisses, kissing your jawline. "Now give me a few minutes to draw one more out of you before I cum, okay? Think you can handle that?"

"Anything you want, babe. Anything you want."

#rindou haitani #rindou smut #tokyorev smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #rindou haitani x reader #Spotify

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yourheartonfire · 3 years

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CW: Dysfunctional Families, Gaslighting, Abuse, Bad Dads

The henchmen were not particularly cruel, but nor were they gentle as they hauled the hero out of the trunk and dragged them off into the walled gardens, lush and peaceful in the golden morning sunlight.

The villain was waiting for them by the koi pond, sitting straight backed on a teak lounge, his shoes and hems immaculate as the thugs dumped the hero on the wet grass at his feet. The hero coughed and shuddered into the shorn turf. Even if they hadn't been chained hand and foot they doubted they could have stood. Even if they could've stood, they wouldn't have. It wasn't much defiance but it was all they had.

Above them the villain sighed heavily, put his teacup down on the little side table with a clink. "Go. I'll handle this," he said. The henchmen retreated, footfalls fading under the sound of bird calls and burbling water.

"Look at you," the villain said wearily. "Must you do this to yourself?"

"Hey, Dad," the hero warbled out through bloody teeth and a mouthful of dirt. "You wanted to see me?"

The villain made a frustrated noise under their breath and stood. Hands shoved under the hero's back and knees. They were hoisted off the ground like a baby, slung into the thin cushions of the lawn furniture. It wasn't a mercy; it made it a little easier on the villain's back as he loomed over his would-be nemesis.

"I don't mind you going off on this little spirit quest of yours," he said, turning the hero's bruised face up to the cruel sunlight. The hero winced at the spike of pain through their head. "Every child should have their rebellious phase. And I certainly can't fault your, ah, dedication." They tilted their head in that familiar fond disapproval. "But I cannot abide how bad you are at this, kiddo."

"Liar," the hero snarled, or tried to, before the blood caught in their throat and they gave in to helpless coughing.

The villain shook his head sadly. "When are you going to see that you're never going to win against me? Or," he added, "at least not any time soon."

"You're going down," the hero gasped. "You're going to pay."

"For what, my evil ways? Or for not giving you that pony when you were seven? And eight. And ten, too, sort of," the villain said with a chuckle, sitting themselves down on the matching teak bench. "Your horse phase lasted a long time."

"Kill me," the hero spat.

The hum of bees in the pollinating plants, the splash of the artificial waterfall into the tiny koi pond, filled their air between parent and child.

"Now, kiddo," the villain said, straightening their cuffs with a smile. "You know I'm not going to do that."

With a grunt, the hero hauled themselves up to sitting, spat red blood on the bright green grass. The villain watched, hands folded lightly across their knees. "You're scared," the hero said. "You know how close I am. How close you are to losing everything. You really can't kill me, can you?" The hero jerked their chin down at their torn and blood costume. "Is this the best you can do to stop me?"

"Oh, I can stop you." The villain sat, picked up their teacup again with a steady smile. "Don't mistake a little familial discipline for weakness. The only reason you aren't dead already is because everybody on our side of the street knows who your father is. You start messing with the big fish, you start disrupting the way we do business, I won't be able to protect you anymore. This," he gestured to the hero's bruised cheek, "is a love tap compared to what my enemies will do to you given half an excuse."

The hero didn't pull away from the touch. They bared their teeth and laughed, harsh enough to scare the goldfinches from the nearby trees. "Liar!" they said again. "Oh, god, you're so good at this. I used to think, well, he obviously believes, maybe it is true. But you don't believe that at all, do you? You lie and lie and-"

The villain jerked his hand back to slap. The hero flinched and braced -But the hit never came. Cautiously, the hero opened one eye, then the other. The villain's hand was still raised, but the arm had softened. There was a look on their face the hero had not seen before. Disgust and anger, of course. But something new. Something thoughtful.

"Well, well," the villain said softly. "Good for you." Abruptly he turned, whistled sharply. A moment later, the henchmen came loping back at a brisk jog as the villain pulled the hero's mask back over their face.

"Stash them somewhere they won't get hurt," he ordered. “Somewhere they can reflect on their choices a few days. Weeks.”

“Grounded again,” the hero said with a bloody grin as a henchman hoisted them over a meaty shoulder. But as they were carried off, their kicking and struggling was only half-hearted.

They knew it was another trick, another manipulation, one they had to harden themselves against. But, oh, how desperately did they want it to be real - that moment where the villain had looked at them with actual respect.

#Heroes and Villains #awkward family dynamics #my fiction #hero and villain #hero and villain parent and child #parent and child

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a-detraque-barista · 3 years

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Could i pls request a siren jin♡,,,one where he finds you after a storm in a shipwreck and he like nurses you back to health but when your finally ready to go he won't actually let you. You can decide the ending🙇‍♀️

A/N: thank you for requesting, my love, I hope you enjoy~

The cruise ship rocked back and forth repeatedly, waves crashing into the sides. Rain poured from the dark cumulonimbus clouds, successfully soaking through your clothing. Thunder and lightning rang and flashed all around. Panicked screams sounded from every room of the ship. You were holding onto the side rail tightly. You could barely keep your eyes open long enough to see the monstrous wave that was about to collide with the ship.

Almost everyone knew it was safer to stay on the large vessel rather than get on a smaller one and risk the chance of being drowned by the ocean itself. Although, it seems this boat wasn’t going to last much longer. The few people that did lower themselves in a raft down into the water were quickly flipped over and taken by the unforgiving sea.

Your soaked hair whipped in every which way before the wave came down on the ship. Your grip on the metal railing slipped as the entire cruise was flipped until it was sideways before crashing into the depths of the sea. A hook from the ship caught into your shirt and into your side as you attempted to swim back up to the surface. You watched as more people and debris began to float to the surface.

This was it. You had no way of surviving. Your lungs were running out of oxygen and you were sinking farther and farther to the seafloor. You relaxed your muscles and let out your last bit of breath, closing your eyes. You should have never accepted the ticket your friend had given you.

Breathing in, water filled your airway, burning. Faintly, you felt a tug on the hook that was dug into your side. Your eyes open just slightly to see a man taking the hook out of your flesh and felt his arms wrap around you.

Your vision turned black before you could look at your savior.

The sound of crashing water woke you. Eyes cracked open to be met with a cave ceiling. The hand resting by your side could feel a scratchy fabric underneath you. Your other hand laid on your stomach. You went to sit up only to lay back down again from the shooting pain in your side. Groaning while gently nursing your side, you looked down to see your shirt, now dried, with a bloodstain. Carefully, you lifted your shirt up to see bandages wrapped around your torso.

“Finally, you’re awake, I was starting to worry you would never wake up,” a voice came from your right making your head turn.

Your eyes landed on the man you remember before losing consciousness. His wet pink hair was slicked back, broad shoulders dripping with water. Muscly arms rested on the lip of the tide pool he treaded in. The sound of rushing water you had woken up to was the waterfall meeting the river that led outside of the cave you were in.

The man’s cyan eyes stay on you as you moved your head around to look at your new and unfamiliar surroundings. He studied your expression, your body, all the small movements you made hadn’t gone unnoticed by him. His gut trembled with hunger as he couldn’t look away from you. He felt parched even though he was in a pool of water.

“Wait...how come you were able to save me from that deep in the water?” you looked at him scrutinizing.

“Haha, well, ya see…” he brought the end of his tail high enough for you to see his monofin.

…

“All right, I’m out,” you went to stand but the pain in your side had you slowly lay back down, taking deep breaths through the pain.

“Doesn’t seem like you’re going anywhere, Moonlight.”

Moonlight? What an odd nickname. Although, this whole situation was odd. You didn’t have much of a choice, you could barely move without being in immense pain and you had no idea where you were.

Meanwhile, the half-man was studying your appearance. Normally the humans that were stranded or in need of help were men that made the journey to feed their egos. What was an extraordinary specimen like you doing all the way out here? His webbed hands reached towards your arm. Your skin was so smooth compared to his scaly skin.

With the touch of the man’s cold hand, it brought your attention to his face. His slicked, almost dry, hair was a rose pink that matched well with his pale skin. His plump rosy lips pursed as he studied your skin more. Guess the folklore and tales were actually true, merpeople do exist. There was something...off about him though. As if he wasn’t a normal merman based on stories. The sharp teeth that poked out when he spoke and the claws that lightly dragged across your skin were not the basic portrayals of a merman.

“What are you exactly?” you couldn’t keep the question from coming out but since you were stuck here, might as well learn about your inhuman savior.

He chuckled, “I’m what you humans call a siren.”

“Like the ones that lure people to their death with singing?”

“Is that what you humans think? We don’t have to sing to get humans under our spells. They merely have to look at us and they’ll be entranced if we so wish,” he explained as if he wasn’t admitting to killing humans.

He noticed your concerned expression and decided to reassure you, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to eat you. If I was going to I would’ve already done it. Besides, there was more than enough food from the rest of the wreck.”

“Why did you save me?”

“Cause you’re cute.”

It was simple and short. Nothing about it was sweet. Who knows how many other lives he could have saved especially if he had time to bandage your wound and eat while you were unconscious.

“If you keep staring at me like that then I’m going to have to eat you,” he chuckled as your eyes widened before darting away. He found you so adorable yet so delectable. There was no doubt in his mind that you would be the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. However, he couldn’t bring himself to eat you. Something about you had pulled him to your location. That’s how he found the shipwreck. That part of the ocean belonged to someone else but he didn’t care at the time.

You went to ask for the siren’s name when your gut made a loud growling noise. Your cheeks turned red as you keep your gaze away from the smirking man next to you.

“Seems like my little human is hungry. I’ll be right back,” he chuckled again before submerging under the water and swam away.

This gave you a chance to look around, the dewy rock walls led up to an opening with the moon shining directly down into the cave you laid in. It was full and glowing brightly. You could hear the waves colliding with the outside of the rock formation around you. It was so dangerously calming.

“I’m back~” the siren popped his head out of the water, startling you. “I got you a mackerel!” he slapped the fish right beside you as he grinned.

You watched as water dripped down his smiling face. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

Over the past three weeks, you’ve learned that your savior’s name was Seokjin. He’d been taking care of you, never leaving your side for too long. You had started changing your bandages due to Seokjin’s claws accidentally catching on your sutures and reopening the wound. If he kept changing the bandages your wound would never heal.

Now the cut is almost completely healed and you’ve been thinking of ways to get home when Seokjin wasn’t talking your ear off. For someone who didn’t like humans very much, he liked to talk to you for hours. You wondered how he had so many stories to tell.

“Moonlight, what are you thinking about?” Seokjin’s voice pierced through your thoughts.

“Just trying to think of a way to get back home?” you sighed as you continued to drag your finger through the sand absentmindedly.

“Leave? Why would you want to leave?” his brows furrowed and his face scrunched up in disgust.

“Well...I can’t stay here. I have a life back home. Friends, work, I’m sure no one has any idea where I am. Or even if I’m alive for that matter,” you hoped you weren’t making your friends sick with worry.

Seokjin began laughing. It started as a chuckle and progressed to a sickening cackle that echoed throughout the cave. You slowly shuffled back until you hit the rough cave wall. Still, it wasn’t far enough from the crazed siren in front of you.

“You can’t leave, Moonlight. You’re mine,” he chuckled before pulling himself out of the tide pool and onto the sand. His long tail transformed into legs, allowing him to walk over to you and crouch down. He held your chin between his fingers, “I’ll never let you go. I’m your life now.”

“Let me go home,” your wide eyes were staring into his.

Your mind was going blank as a smirk stretched across his features. Your eyes could no longer focus. You willed your limbs to move but they wouldn’t comply. Soon, you couldn’t think at all. Seokjin wasn’t allowing you to even think of leaving him behind.

#bts kim seokjin #kim seokjin #yandere kpop #yandere x reader #yandere seokjin #yandere bts x reader #yandere bts #kim seokjin x reader #seokjin x reader #yandere seokjin x reader #siren au #siren bts #siren seokjin #bts jin #yandere siren #yandere siren seokjin

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chiwhorei · 3 years

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mouth full

your friends assume tadashi fucks you in missionary with the lights off.

pairing: dom!t. yamaguchi x fem!reader

genre: smut, 18+ minors dni

word count: 1.7k

warnings: public fingering, degradation, hair pulling, spit, gagging, humiliation, spanking, rough oral, recording

a/n: this was a birthday piece i started for tadashi that’s now days late. no beta on this, it’s almost 3 am so i’ll die like a man. this is also dedicated to @kyovtani because zade loves hard dom yams just as much as i do. anyway, i hope you enjoy!

hymn: get you by: daniel caesar ft. kali uchis

Vanilla is the night’s flavor.

“You and y/n are great together and that’s all that matters.” Daichi’s comment rings in your ear as a preceding jab settles through the group of old friends. Your cheeks flush bright hot, the glass of red wine in your system makes a broken, awkward laugh fall from your lips.

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes. The comment isn’t shocking, he’s been ribbed for his pliant, soft demeanor since you were all teenagers. Being Tadashi Yamaguchi’s high school sweetheart paints a distinct picture. When volleyball club reunions roll around and the liquor starts flowing, said picture is always outlined in assumptions about your sex life.

“Come on, there’s got to be something you do to have kept y/n around for all these years.” Suga, never one to miss an opportunity, pushes further. Tadashi flashes a watted smile, bringing one hand up to scratch at the back of his neck- a tick he’s adopted over the years when he’s put in the spotlight. It could be assumed he’s nervous, but you know better. Unseen from his seniors position across the table is the bruising hold his other hand has on your bare thigh. His eyes flash to you quickly, his glance holds heavy weight, “Don’t cause trouble, princess.”

You only get one warning.

You know what your next words will create, a resounding fog of anger settling against his usually casual aura, but you can’t seem to help yourself.

“Pfft, Tadashi couldn’t hurt a fly,” you snort and raise the cool glass to your mouth once again, gripping onto the stem tightly to ground yourself. As cabernet meets your lips, you feel deft fingers inching towards your naked cunt. The short black dress Tadashi picked out for you tonight gives you no reprieve from his wandering hand.

Your friends assume Tadashi fucks you in missionary with the lights off. Little do they know your lace panties are tucked away safely in his shirt pocket as they make him the butt of their jokes. Every drunken giggle and sidelong glance brings the tips of pretty fingers closer to the mess he’s made under the satin fabric.

A pathetic squeak escapes your lips, covered up weakly with a cough. Your whole body feels hot, balancing on the pin-sharp tingling feeling of your sweet, vanilla boyfriend’s groping.

You only get one warning with Tadashi, after that, you’re fucked.

The ride back to your shared apartment is suffocating to say the least. Tadashi only acknowledging you when opening the passenger side door, cradling your elbow softly to ease you into the car. The quiet surrounding the two of you is maddening, enough to make you explode in a tantrum, but you hold your tongue and press your thighs tighter together.

“I know your slutty little pussy isn’t dripping on my leather seat, princess.”

An elongated sigh leaves his chest, his hand coming up to card through his hair before finding a tight home against the steering wheel. You mumble an apology and try to find solace in smoothing out the wrinkles in your dress. The drive is only about ten minutes, but each second passing thumps against your restless heartbeat. Your punishment began as soon as the car door closed.

Pulling into the comlex’s driveway, the lump in your throat grows ten-fold. Tadashi cuts the engine, turning to stare down at your form slowly folding into itself.

“Look at me, princess.” His voice is soft and comforting, but when your chin is pulled upwards to meet his gaze, his eyes are wild. Furious.

You always know exactly what to do to piss him off in the most delicious way possible.

“I’m sorry, Tadashi I-” you’re cut off with a sharp tsk, the thumb resting under your bottom lip presses in harshly. Your lips part, tongue lolling out without needing to be told, and you look up dumbly at the brunette as his body leans over the console.

All personal space has disappeared, leaving you captive to his will. He seems to contemplate his next move for a moment before parting his own lips to release a thick trail of spit to fall into your mouth. You swallow obediently, the fire burning in your stomach smoldering at the taste of sugar-free mint gum. Tadashi gifts you a pleased hum, leaning back slightly to fish out your underwear from his pocket.

“You just never know when to keep that pretty mouth closed, huh?” His laugh is curdling, sending a jolt through your veins to wrap around the building tension in your core. An idea sparks in his head, you can tell.

“I know exactly how to shut you up.” Tadashi is on you in an instant, hand finding purchase on your neck and squeezing. You watch as the balled up lace is brought to your face. You look towards the full parking lot. Your front door is only a few yards away, but the idea of walking up to your apartment with your own used underwear shoved in your mouth is enough to make your legs wobbly.

Tadashi, however, has a resolve of steel. He’s got the confidence of a lion in these moments, something only you get to witness. It would be impressive if your mind wasn’t drowning in embarrassment. You feel the fabric against your lips and hurdle towards an emphatic truth.

Tadashi isn’t making a suggestion.

The article is stuffed into your awaiting mouth, and you moan around the intrusion. You’re humiliated and undeniably excited by your boyfriend’s dominant aire.

You clench desperately as Tadashi rounds the front of the car to help you out. Once steady, you feel his fist wrapping around your hair to pull you against his chest.

“My precious girl, it seems like you need to be reminded of your place.” The hold on your hair is tight, causing your scalp to prickle as he begins to drag you towards your shared home. The possibility of an unsuspecting neighbor seeing you in this state bubbles in your stomach but you are, thankfully, spared of any company.

Tadashi’s hot breath fans against your neck while he unlocks the door. He hums casually, turning the knob and pushing you inside and against the nearest facing wall. Your cheek presses against the cool surface.

“What do you think? Should I take you right here? You seemed desperate to get fucked in front of our friends, don’t get shy now.” His teeth nip at your ear to punctuate the sneering comment. You hear the sound your ass makes against his hand before the sting reaches your nerves, fire crackling against the skin.

“Such a little cockslut.” Your dress is hiked up above your hips, exposing your dripping pussy arched into Tadashi’s clothed crotch. The slick sheening your inner thighs cools in the draft. His fingers map out the curve before the calloused digits meet your swollen lips.

A moan reverberates from your chest, bouncing against the hallway walls as two fingers are pushed in with an embarrassing ease. You’re more than ready for anything he has to give you. His other hand pulls down the front of your dress, your tits now free for the brunette’s handling . He pinches your nipple, looking over your shoulder to watch the heaving of soft flesh when he pulls taught and lets go. You wine loudly, tongue pressed against the wet lace as you try to speak.

“It’s rude to talk with your mouth full, princess.” You’re yanked back by your hair once again. Tadashi turns you around to face him, his eyes dance with sadistic anger. He pulls your ruined panties from where they press in between your teeth. His thumb comes up to wipe the streaks of melted makeup and spit from your cheeks.

“Tadashi please, I- I want to make you feel good.” Your comment softens against his steel for a moment, but the dominance you roused awake with your attitude won't be assuaged that easily. His jaw clenches tightly, angled upward so his eyes cast down to look at your quivering form. The sight of your pretty, wobbly bottom lip and disheveled hair makes him want to wreck you even further.

He steps back slightly and you feel your lungs fill with air correctly for the first time in minutes. You’re only given a moment of reprieve though, the familiar feeling of fingers on your scalp returns quickly. Tadashi pushes you down to the floor, marvelling at the sight of your silky dress bunched around your waist. As soon as your knees hit the hardwood, you work to undo his belt and zipper.

His cock hits your nose as it's released from his boxers and slaps against his toned stomach. You take him in your hands, finger running a streak of precum down the path of a prominent vein on the underside.

“Don’t waste my time, princess. Get to work.” Tadashi posits through gritted teeth, throwing his head back at the feeling of your hot mouth. You suck against the reddened tip before relaxing your jaw to accommodate the rest of him. Your wet tongue laves against the heavy shaft, and Tadashi thinks to the snide comments that his friends recycle every opportunity they’re given.

What would they think if they saw you now? Face covered in tears and running mascara, crying for Tadashi’s forgiveness, begging to be punished. The thought has him thrusting against your already sore throat. It’s distinctly hilarious, the knowledge that his old teammates assume you get layed out on the bed and fucked with mediocre intent by a sweet, nervous lover.

“I’m going to cum on that pretty face,” Tadashi pulls out his phone, angling to get the perfect view. The precum on your lips replaces the pink lipstick you wore out to dinner, reflecting off the lights.

It’s a beautiful sight, heavy eyes look up at him, he pulls his cock from your mouth to stroke. Your tongue falls out, awaiting and obedient. Such a perfect little thing, it would be a shame to keep this to himself.

Tadashi presses record, he can’t help the sardonic snicker that escapes him. His friends would never believe this if you told them, they must be visual learners.

“Smile for the camera, princess.”

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umiarumi · 3 years

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fucking three houses | raphael kirsten

try to write serious raphael smut challenge (impossible difficulty)

You grunted as your boots skidded against the grass, grimacing as the deer ran in an opposite direction. Watching it run into a distant flower field? You assumed that's what it was at least, otherwise completely clueless to what the hell those plants are.

Sighing, you cursed under your breath as another catch got away. Hunting for the monastery was never something you minded, yet, despite your upbringing, you weren't all too good at it.

You bit your lip before deciding to take after the catch. You weren't about to lose some good praise from Byleth just because of some dumb flower field! "Damnit, it won't hurt to try!"

You sprinted off into the flower field, ignorant of the sickly sweet smell of the pollen. It flew into the air as your nimble feet ran swiftly through the field. The pollen fell upon you and your hair, making you sneeze.

"Welp, no doubt they're flowers." You mumbled to yourself, eyes peeled open for any sight of a catch, as you exited the field, you crouched down to get a silent, low-profile scan of the place.

Funnily enough, it didn't occur to you how a certain tingle sent a pant down your spine. The way a rush of blood spurred through you.

"Nothing yet... damn, why am I so puffed?" You panted, wiping your forehead.

Chuckling, you got up and silently stalked the surrounding area. Raph could wait a while longer, but even though his love for food encouraged you, the sheer size of the dude didn't bring you too much hope.

"Well, everything aside, I still have the fish and herbs. Nothing like a bit of 'I tried!' To solve the day!" You cheered yourself up. Yet, that was when you noticed it.

You noticed the tingle which travelled down your spine, the bursts of heat rushing to your core, the pumping blood which seemed to heighten your senses.

"Then, what the hell did I run through..." You pondered. Trudging back through the field, memorising the appearance of the flowers. "I'll tell Manuela about these, if only we still had the other classes... Dedue or Ashe could've known something?"

As soon as you exited the other side, that oh so familiar pang struck you. You groaned as you slipped to the ground. "Fuck... what the hell?"

You crawled towards a tree, shielding your vulnerability. The sudden urge to satisfy and be satisfied was all too familiar to you now. Damnit! If only Claude or Ignatz were here, they wouldn't mind... surely.

"Ngh, damnit." You huffed, looking around the dense forest. You'd never been too much of an exhibitionist, and as undeniably hot as the thought of getting off in front of anyone was, you couldn't entertain it now.

God, it felt like you would die if you didn't satisfy yourself now. "Just... for safety... right?" You groaned, hand making its way down to your shorts.

You'd swapped out the armour for shorts considering the tiring activity, yet that useless information didn't plague you now. What was restricting you from getting your needs was.

Lifting your hips, you slipped out of your shorts and underwear. You moaned softly as your significantly colder hands met your heated pussy.

Your fingers delicately rubbed your clit, before diving straight in. You had no time nor interest in teasing yourself, you just needed release.

As you pumped your middle and index fingers in and out of your vagina, the only sounds of the forest seemed to be the birds chattering and the lewd sloshing of your cunt.

You groaned in annoyance, it wasn't enough. It wasn't deep enough, it wasn't big enough. You needed to be filled, it was such a base desire... why can't you fill it?!

"Hey, is that you pal?" The booming voice of Raphael called out to you.

You hissed a curse, scrambling to be at least somewhat decent, yet it was too late.

"Raphael, I-I can explain!" You interrupted him, his grin coming down onto your body before it faulted.

"W-Woah! You're naked! I'm sorry!" He yelled, and you quickly shushed him.

"Q-quieter please, Damn! I-I walked into some weird flowers... they made me... this way." You mumbled, panting at the emptiness.

He slowly nodded, looking over to the field you suggested. "And it's making you, uh, wanna do the dirty?" He asked curiously, laughing.

"Well, yeah." You bluntly stated.

"But, no matter. I'll deal with it when we get back..." You groaned, shifting to stand up.

"I can help you, ya know." He deadpanned, looking down at you. The sheer difference in size was only more noticeable in this situation. It made you wonder.

You don't know how you got here, men offering themselves to you... well, you weren't complaining.

"Y-you can...? You really don't mind?" You asked incredulously, heaving as you held his gaze

"Yeah, you're a friend in need and who am I to deny you! Besides, you are really pretty..." He blushed, looking away.

You would usually blush, but the heat on your face simply couldn't get redder right now.

"Then, Raphael... please."

And with your words, he leant over to pick you up. You gasped as you were lifted, body relieved as it was stripped of its constant tightening.

"Wow, you're already so wet. But, uh, could you help me warm up a little more?" He asked, looking down at the growing bulge in his pants. It wasn't even fully hard?! How the hell would that fit... no... no, you needed that in you. It didn't matter, he would be the one to satisfy you.

As he shrugged his slacks off, he grinned nervously at you. Your jaw hung open, he could hold a record with that thing.

"You don't mind if I use you, right?" He asked cautiously, asking for your consent.

"Please, do." You said, drooling at the anticipation.

He nodded, moving you up and down his dick, the wetness of your cunt giving him lubricant. The two of you moaned softly.

After a few repeated motions of this, he grew rock hard. You gulped, yet it felt more out of excitement than nerves now.

"You ready?" He asked, tilting his head. It was funny, even now he reminded you of a big puppy.

You nodded, biting your lip in anticipation.

And no sooner did you feel your back get slammed against the tree, did you feel the overwhelming filling sensation of Raphael bottoming out.

You moaned in unison, basking in the pleasure. Yet it only got better as he began to thrust, pushing you against the tree.

You opened your squeezed eyes to see the once nervous young man now a grinning, overarching figure,

The sight made you moan louder, and Raphael moved one hand supporting you to unbutton your top. As he tore your bra off, your face darkened impossibly further as your tits bounced out.

Raphael's gaze became transfixed on the routine bouncing and slapping of your tits, and so he thrust harder. You groaned, feeling yourself tighten.

"It's alright now, I'm gonna make you feel all better!" He groaned, slamming in and out of you harder. You could hardly even moan anymore, gasping in routine with his thrusts.

"Soooooo good, Raph!" You slurred, struggling to speak. He smirked at this, laughing as he thrust harder.

"You're so tight! But, you're a real good girl for fitting me in, nice and snug." He complimented, spurring you closer to your end.

You couldn't think, no... you didn't even want to. The overwhelming pleasure of Raphael's dick in and out of you was too much. Too good.

"You look so tasty like this! I'll have to try you some time!" He grunted as he stopped speaking, and as he felt you tighten around him, he got the signal.

The thrusting got impossibly deeper, harder and faster. Just how much stamina did he have?!

That was a stupid question, we're talking about Raphael here.

With a sudden, sharp, thrust you felt your cunt spasm. "Oh-Ooohhhh~" You moaned, body relaxing and tightening. Raphael bit his lip, apologising as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. You couldn't let out a noise, the overstimulating pleasure all too much.

And at the extra tightening, Raphael let out a loud groan as he came, the spurts of cum filling you up, a fulfilling warmth encompassing you.

"Now, let's just make sure that pollen hasn't got you anymore... a few more rounds should help, and I'm not tired!"

"W-wait, more!?"

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getdownkyh · 3 years

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Not Hurt (m) | Young K | smut, gang member!Young K | 2.2k words

tw : mentions of blood

The metallic smell of blood and rust forced a sigh out of your hollow chest, and though the bedroom lights were dim, his outline was clear. Tall, broad shoulders making his way across the room. Tapping his toes impatiently while he sent a quick text, before throwing his phone on the bed and peeling his shirt off, you thought to yourself maybe he too, was starting to get bothered by the iron-like stench.

He left the bathroom door slightly ajar, the sound of hot water and his groans making you roll your eyes, but it was your cue. Your cue to pull out the white box stashed in the bedside drawer, walking inside the bathroom and pushing yourself up the counter, legs swinging as you waited for him to finish showering.

Your mind wandered as you observed the intensity of the red in the water flowing into the drain gradually decreasing, until the water was almost clear. He shot you a wink through the foggy glass separating the both of you and you wanted nothing more than to wipe off the smug expression he had on his face. His stupidly handsome face, even when it was littered with cuts and bruises threatening to form.

Wrapping his towel securely around his hips, he walked out, water dripping through the ends of his jet black bangs. His face lit up as he walked closer towards you, holding one hand out to touch your face, only for you to slap a cold pack into his hand, looking at him threateningly.

“Babe..”

You held his wrist and pushed the cold pack towards his bruised left cheek. “Hold still.”

Parting your legs, you tugged him closer towards you by the biceps, wiping the stray droplets of water on his face with a small towel, flinching when he winced as you dabbed on an open cut above his left brow, the crimson stain seeping through the handkerchief in your hand. A heavy, exasperated sigh left your mouth, an expression of disappointment but also done on purpose to ignite a feeling of guilt inside him.

You didn’t know if he was capable of feeling guilty, but at this point you didn’t have much choice.

Fishing a cotton swab out of the plastic packaging, you mumbled curse words as you squeezed the ointment onto the tip. Your face was stern, but your heart was thumping in worry as you delicately applied the medication across the cut, eyes flitting nervously towards his. You worked in silence, hoping the tension would rid him with guilt, your hands skillfully replacing the cotton swabs, tracing every cut on his face, one across the cheekbone, one across the jaw, another, particularly larger one at the junction where his shoulder and neck met. You shivered thinking of the what ifs, if the cut was deeper, if it was closer to his vein; you shook your head to rid the bitter taste in your mouth.

When you took his hand in yours, to nurse the bruised and cut knuckles, he was quick to press a kiss on your hand, grinning at you. You sighed again, ignoring him as you taped the gauze, before struggling with the bandage for a short while, though muscle memory kicked in and soon you were wrapping his knuckles safely inside the white fabric.

He flicked his wrist a few times, admiring the bandage like one would on freshly manicured nails, “Thanks. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

His words were sincere but you felt like you were being made fun of.

“Is this fun for you?” Your first words of the night caused him to furrow his eyebrows at you.

“Babe..”

“Don’t babe me now, Younghyun.” Cradling his face in your hands, you tilted his jaw upwards to look at you, both your pupils shaking at the eye contact. “Every night I feel like I really need to take one last good look at you.. Before you lose yourself or you lose me.”

“Don’t say that..”

“I’m serious. I do not know how to make it clearer to you that this," you let your thumb ghost over a nick, "it doesn't hurt just you, it hurts me.”

Slowly, ever so carefully, his arms found their way around your waist, and you wished you had the willpower to push him away, but his gentle, comforting hold was just what you needed, a temporary bandaid for your emotional distress. Although the irony of it all was him being the source of the distress.

Tucking your chin on his shoulder, you blinked your tears away, "I wish things were different."

There was a slight offended tone in voice as he replied, "Different how?"

"I don't know. But I can't keep doing this."

He pulled back, studying your eyes with his, thumb delicately wiping your moist cheek and tucking your hair behind your ear. "Are you going to leave me?"

"Can't you leave them instead? We'll figure something out. I'll talk to Sungjin, we both know he has a soft spot for me."

"Babe, you know that's not how things work.. Sungjin,-" he linked his hand with yours as he continued saying things you already knew he would say, "-has a soft spot for you because he considers you family. And that means if anything happens to me-"

"Don't."

"-if anything happens to me, I know the gang will take care of you."

"If it's not you, I don't want it."

He laughed. "Wow, you're so obsessed with me."

"Younghyun, I'm serious."

"Okay, fine. But I am, too. You can't do this to me, especially not tonight, when things aren't even that bad. You've seen me in worse states."

And maybe it was the sincere look in his eyes, or the way his hands were gently roaming over your skin, or the way he was leaning closer and closer towards you, but it got you realizing you may not be able to live like this, but you definitely wouldn't be able to live without him.

Cradling his face in your hands, being wary of where you place your fingers as to not press on any wound, your eyes roamed over his face, finding yourself smiling softly, involuntarily, as if on reflex. Leaning in, tilting your head to the side, you kissed him as delicately as you could.

There was no urgency in the kiss, just your lips lazily moving across each other's, movements restrained, as if one of you was going to break if you kissed harder.

"I won't let you go to sleep hurting."

The first grunt that left his mouth signalled the beginning of him breaking. Fingers now digging deeper into the skin of your waist, and you gasped, stomach tensing when you felt him pulling you closer towards him, your clothed core brushing against his lower abdomen. You didn't realise when he lost the towel, but his bare skin felt so warm against your centre and you found yourself clenching around nothing, eliciting a chuckle from him at your not so subtle squirming.

His hand made quick work of pushing your panties to the side, his fingers finding your slit as his thumb stroked your bundle of nerves teasingly slow. He slid his middle finger up and down your slit, pressing harder every time your body trembled.

"You get wet so fast for me, it's cute."

If your face wasn't already burning up from the teasing, that definitely would've made you inappropriately warm in a second. It felt like you were getting molten lava poured over you at the moment. All you could do was hum to suppress your moan, head and hands shaking to find something to hold on to, to ground yourself as best as you could before losing it all to him that night.

Wrapping your hands around his wrist, you carefully leaned backwards, creating space between your torsos and pushing your core closer towards him. The promise of an orgasm was making you desperately compliant, but who wouldn't, when his finger was sliding in and out of your slick hole, pace so unhurried you could feel him pushing deeper and deeper, occasionally flicking his wrist to open you up at a different angle.

Your grip on his wrist was getting tighter, but it didn't seem to faze him as he inserted another finger in, your eyes entranced at the sight of his fingers moving in and out of you, getting coated with the glistening release over time, his eyes fixed on your face, licking his bottom lip and groaning to hold himself in place, fighting the urge to push you down and fuck you senselessly on the bathroom counter.

At least not until you cummed first.

As his pace got faster and faster and your cunt got tighter and tighter around his fingers, he pushed deeper, stilling for a short second before rubbing the delicious spot inside with the tip of his fingers, pushing his palm to pulse against your clit simultaneously.

The cries of pleasure weaved into curse words and failed attempts at vocalising the full syllables of his name indicated your first high of the night. Your chest heaved as you felt him pulling out, almost thanking him for sparing you from the overstimulation. But your relief didn't last long as you felt him attaching his lips to your swollen clit, licking and sucking on the reddened bud.

Squirming in discomfort, you whined and begged, although it was probably counterproductive on your part, as all your whines did was rile him up even more, pressing his face deeper into your sopping centre, tongue licking through your slit, moving upwards before reclaiming your most sensitive nub into his mouth again.

Your flailing arms knocked some of the products off the counter, but none of you seemed to care. For obvious reasons. The moment the words "Fuck, Younghyun-" left your lips, he was quick to insert and pump two fingers inside your hole again, finger fucking and eating you out as you orgasmed over his face.

There was an exact 3 seconds where you blacked out on the counter as he kissed your inner thighs before standing up and tugging you off the counter. The way your legs were barely supporting your own body and your blanked out state of mind barely registering what was happening worked in his favor as he easily manhandled and spun you around to face the mirror.

You were slightly embarrassed at how disoriented you looked but the way Younghyun was looking at your reflection, grin proud but eyes full of love, it made you didn't really mind of the way you looked.

When the head of his member breached your entrance, Younghyun stilled for a moment, eyes wary of your expression. "More," you whined, pushing your hips closer towards him to take him deeper.

Fully sheathed inside you, he brought his lips close to your ear, gazes meeting on the reflection in the mirror.

"How do you want it tonight? Do you want me to go slow?" He pressed a kiss to your temple before continuing, "Or fast?"

The verbal answer never left your mouth, but the way you clenched around him at the latter choice got him chuckling. "Got it."

Bringing both hands to hold you by the hips, he wasted no time as he started pounding into you. Your arms shook as you tried to stabilise yourself on the counter, and your legs losing their strength over the minute was making it even harder for you.

Younghyun took a step forward, pushing your body towards the counter, your clit rubbing the hard surface with every thrust and -you didnt know it was possible- increased his pace.

"Fuck, how are you still this tight even after 2 orgasms?"

The involuntary flutter of your walls at his dirty words got him grunting, wrapping an arm around your waist, as the other went to hold you by the jaw, forcing you to look at your own reflection.

Eyelids heavy, you begged, "I'm close, please Younghyun."

The friction on your clit by the piece of furniture pressing against it, the girth of his member sliding in and out of you, and the faint sting from his nails digging into your skin were pushing you closer and closer towards your release.

"Do it. Let me see you cum."

Knees buckling and body trembling, you fell apart in his hold, nails clawing at his arm. The intense orgasm caused your walls to clamp even tighter around him, and right when you were a quivering mess in his arms, he reached his release too, burying his nails even deeper into your skin as he climaxed inside of you.

Both of you were bent forward and panting, still joined as one, his arms slowly sliding down to join yours by the counter. "Shit, Younghyun, your bandage fell off." You twisted under him, reaching out to fix the damage.

He softened at how despite it all, your love and care for him was real. Grunting heavily from above you, he chose to point out the other obvious instead, "Babe, you were a literal trembling mess when you orgasmed around my dick minutes ago. You have time to worry about that?"

The way you subtly clenched around him again got him chuckling as he pressed another kiss to your shoulder. "No, don't do that. I can go all night but I'd rather not overwork you tonight."

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jackson--t · 3 years

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The last one turns off the light

Summary: On the day of Ragnar's funeral, the family reunites - but even before that, chaos begins. When the Lothbroks brothers get together, the world turns upside down - and not only funny things will come out.

Words: ~ 3.7 k.

Pairings/tags: please look up at AO3, too much for here. We have one crossover pairing, which will be Ubbe x Eggsy (Kingsman). And obviously, Heahmund x Ivar. 🤣

This story is a comforter for me and hopefully entertaining for you. 🖤 Other updates follow this week, since I had a light down. xD

If you want to be tagged in this one, tell me please. 🥰 I always feel so uncormfortable tagging people and thinking they don't like all of my weird stuff, lovely @youbloodymadgenius 🤣❤.

Chapter 1: Of canapès and barking dogs.

Bjorn, Torvi & Sigurd

It was not a nice day, Bjorn had known that from the beginning. Going to funerals was never easy - but holding his father's at his mother-in-law's house was. He had always believed that Ragnar would grow much older - and that the day he died would be peaceful.

But the house of Aslaug had been strangely restless for days. Sigurd had already arrived and had taken possession of the guest room next to Torvi and Bjorn's - his other brothers would soon follow. Bjorn folded the note in his hand lightly and sighed softly. He had read through the words a thousand times, and yet he kept getting stuck.

"I don't know why Aslaug wants me to give the speech," he said softly to Torvi, and she smiled slightly. Her hands softly stroked Bjorn's back, and her voice was like velvet against his ear.

"Because you're the oldest, that's why."

"Everyone will think that Ivar will hold it. After all, he's the famous author."

"Don't worry about that, you know people love you."

Bjorn creased the notes in his hand a little and turned his gaze again to the scrawled words. "My father was a great man. He was born in Kattegat in 1968. Kattegat is known for fishing and... God Torvi, it sounds like a school lecture. Ivar should do it."

"Be brave, Bjorn.", Torvi muttered to him, when suddenly the door opened.

"Are there, the guys with the coffin. With Dad." Sigurd said, who was still talking through the door before he could even open it with a rumble. Bjorn clicked his tongue.

"Still haven't learned to knock, huh?" he hissed, and Sigurd rolled his eyes.

"I don't care, now get down here. Mom's going to freak out - you know how sensitive she is."

"Then she shouldn't have done the funeral here in her house."

"I'll say three words to that: lazy old woman."

"Sigurd!"

Sigurd laughed lightly, and nodded to Bjorn, who slowly rose from the bed and placed his notes on the nightstand. "Come, Torvi."

It was not an easy step that Bjorn took down the stairs, together with Sigurd and Torvi. The last time he had seen his father alive, everything had been fine: he had sat in front of the TV in the evening and watched a game with Bjorn. It had been quiet hours, and the last touch Bjorn actively remembered was the light feeling of Ragnar's fingers on his forearm when he had told him a good joke. Ragnar had laughed so loudly that there had been tears in his eyes - it had been a lovely evening.

Bjorn had long wondered if those last moments were enough, enough to be last words. He should perhaps have said an "I love you," something that expressed his deep admiration for this man. But one never knew when those were the last words - and when Bjorn saw the heavy oak coffin standing in the living room, along with the funeral home staff, his heart felt heavy. It was like lead, as if all the weights were pulling down the otherwise strong and heavy body. But he remained strong, even when he saw how Sigurd became slightly pale around the nose.

Nevertheless, with a quiet clearing of his throat and a respectful nod to the staff, he stood in front of the coffin and opened it with a slight, barely audible movement.

An iron silence spread, and one could almost feel the oppressive heaviness as Björn stared into the coffin. The funeral home staff lowered their heads in reverence as Bjorn suddenly said dryly, "That's not my father."

The silence around the room changed as the employees looked first at each other, and then at Bjorn, who still kept his gaze fixed on the coffin.

One of the staff came around and looked at the dead man, then opened his mouth.

"Oh God, that's really the wrong one. Guys, we put the wrong one in the coffin. We're terribly sorry, Mister Lothbrok - we'll be right back."

Torvi and Bjorn watched the men as they took the coffin back outside; then Bjorn exhaled deeply.

Sigurd in the corner behind them let out a soft chuckle.

"Well, if this is how the funeral is going to start, it's going to be cheerful. A bad omen."

"Don't say that!" Bjorn hissed, and Sigurd just snarled.

"It already started when Ivar said he was bringing his weird drug friend."

"He's a pharmacist, you monkey."

"Same thing, he sells drugs to old people. Maybe he can mix some in the punch."

“Sigurd!"

"What?"

"A little more respect." Torvi said annoyed, while Bjorn exhaled deeply.

"My respect just sailed out with the wrong daddy."

"Oh man. Please let this day go by quickly and without a hitch," Bjorn muttered, trying not to think about the mess that had ensued last Christmas when Ivar and Sigurd had fought over dessert and had destroyed one window.

"The day is guaranteed to be a disaster. Just think who's all coming together here today. They don't say the Lothbroks are all crazy for nothing. And if Ivar says a stupid thing about Martha, I'll punch him in the face!" Sigurd snarled; he took one of the canapés, but got lightly smacked on the fingers by Aslaug, who had joined in quietly and silently.

"Don't!"

"I'm hungry, though."

"You wait until everyone gets here!" Aslaug hissed; one could tell she wasn't feeling well. Torvi silently accompanied her to the kitchen again, while Bjorn sat down next to Sigurd's armchair with a snort.

"I'm so going to fail. Why isn't Ivar giving the speech?" he muttered; he also took a canapé, as did Sigurd, who by now had rested his legs on the little table next to him.

"It doesn't matter, no one will listen anyway. Everyone will blubber. Besides, he's bringing his friend, that fucking Brit. He won't talk in front of him, I bet you."

"All right, let him. They've been together for a long time."

"Yeah, while Ubbe will end up an old maid."

"You too."

The brothers looked at each other, then they both laughed. And although it was not a fitting day for laughter, they both couldn't help it. They were only interrupted when Aslaug came storming out of the kitchen and slapped them both on the knuckles for eating too many of the canapés.

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Ubbe, Hvitserk, Ivar, Heahmund & Eggsy

"Which house was it again?" Ubbe asked, drawing his eyebrows together; Ivar yawned slightly as he looked out the window at the passing houses. He already knew the area by heart, had already spent so many hours driving to and from Heahmund's house - and not just because of Heahmund. Heahmund's little brother Eggsy was Ivar's age, and the two had been best friends for a long time. It had been rather inappropriate when Ivar had confessed to him one day that he fancied his older brother - but after Eggsy had punched him in the face for it during a visit to a club, to be fair, they had been best friends again.

"That one up front. You know that house, you drove me here so many times!" Ivar snarled; Ubbe just snorted softly.

"Yeah, it was dark back then, and you were drunk."

"Alcohol is my muse. And a naked Heahmund."

"No, Ivar. Please don't. At least today. He's a pharmacist, isn't he?"

Ivar rolled his eyes slightly and exhaled in annoyance, then nodded slightly. He ran a hand through his hair while his gaze was fixed on his older brother.

"Yeah, you know that too," he grumbled, and Ubbe shrugged.

"Do you think he can take a look at my wrist? There's all this discoloration on it."

"Ubbe, please. He's a pharmacist, not a doctor," Hvitserk interjected, who was sitting in the back seat.

Ivar knew that his older brother was very upset inside. Ivar felt it the same way - when he had learned of Ragnar's death, a part of his world had collapsed. It had taken him a long time to come to terms - a long time, and a handful of Heahmund's best pills. That had helped. When Ivar saw the slightly clouded look on Hvitserk's face in the rearview mirror, he bit his lower lip lightly.

"But he deals with pills, he knows what I can take!" Ubbe replied irritably.

"Eggsy deals, Heahmund thinks it sucks," Ivar said, amused, turning his gaze back outside.

"Why can they even do that? Eggsy looks like the last spade."

"Ay!"

"Ain't that the truth."

"Maybe Heahmund will have some pills for you in a minute, Hvitty. You look really pale," Ivar said quietly; his bright eyes found Hvitserk's, and he clearly saw his brother forcing a smile.

"I just have a stomachache, after all, and a little dizziness. I'll be fine."

"Here we are," Ubbe said, and the three brothers got out of the car.

The house was in a somewhat quieter corner of the town and was a veritable palace; it had been expensive, for Heahmund and Eggsy's parents were both doctors. Heahmund had confessed to Ivar once long ago that he knew he was a disappointment to them as an apothecary - but Ivar had always encouraged him. Heahmund loved working with chemicals, and the fact that he had fallen in love with him, well - Ivar clearly owed a bit of that to his love of Eggsy's forbidden tablets. Ivar remembered it clearly - an Iggy Pop concert, drunk to the point of no return, and he had dared to kiss Heahmund for the first time.

He remembered hot fingers on his body, wet and sweaty bodies pressing against each other, loud and booming music in his ears, vibrating on his skin.

But that quickly disappeared as Ubbe pressed the button on the bell and waited with his two brothers. It took a moment, but then a grinning Eggsy opened the door.

"Holla, we don't actually buy anything at the door," he said, and Ivar laughed. He chimed in with Eggsy and went into the house, with Ubbe and Hvitserk following. For a moment Eggsy and Ubbe looked at each other, then Ubbe said, "Do you have anything for Hvitty's stomachache?"

"Hmm. I don't know... I'll go see. Hold on. Oh, Ivar - Heahmund's in the shower, he'll be right there in a minute," Eggsy replied, winking at Ivar, who again bit his lip lightly before catching Ubbe's shocked look.

"Ivar, I dare you. You're wearing your fancy suit, Dad gave you that one at the time for your first book launch. If it gets wet-" Ubbe muttered, and Ivar snorted.

"What, it's just water!"

"I think Ubbe once again couldn't get it into his mouth that he means the cum stains that are on your suit afterwards when Heahmund has... wiped himself on your lips," Hvitserk threw into the round and was rewarded by a punch in the neck from Ubbe and a hearty laugh from Ivar.

"I'll wash your filthy mouth out in a minute... Ah, look. Here's some paracetamol, you can take it, can't you?" Ubbe said, holding up a brown little box with the words written all over it in a very slightly scuffed way. Ivar raised his eyebrows as Ubbe tossed the little tin to Hvitserk.

"Hmm, okay... I'll take these without water, not that my suit will get "wet" yet," Hvitserk muttered, and Ivar nudged him lightly.

"Stop it now, I'm shitting myself laughing. But I'm really going to see where Heahmund is," he said, and went up the stairs to the upper floors. Hvitserk swallowed his pills while Ubbe wandered lightly up and down the hallway, looking at the photos on the wall.

It had taken Ubbe a long time to accept Heahmund and Ivar's relationship. Heahmund was an educated and kind man, but Ubbe thought him far too old for Ivar. He knew his little brother and his moods, and also his volatility. It was a real miracle that the relationship had lasted two years by now - which was surely due to Ubbe always keeping an eye on Ivar. Even Ragnar had taken a while to get along with Heahmund. Not as a mate, not as a man - but as the boyfriend at Ivar's side. He had always seen his son in the arms of pretty women, but never in the arms of another man who could almost be his father himself.

Ubbe's eyes wandered over the many photos on the wall and lingered on a family photo. It was visible that they were a well-heeled, wealthy family - only Eggsy stood out, as always. The boy was just like them with Ivar, the nestling, the baby - and the spawn of hell. Even though Ubbe really liked Eggsy's grin, and his blunt, British humor.

"What do you think it's going to be like today? Wow, are the walls yellow here.", Hvitserk said quietly; Ubbe directed his gaze to the beige wall, but only raised his eyebrows. It was nothing new that Hvitserk had lousy taste when it came to color naming.

"Well... it's dad. I'm sure it won't be pretty. I can't wait to see how Bjorn's speech turns out."

"Why isn't Ivar holding it?" Hvitserk said; as the two looked at each other, Hvitserk lightly stroked the wall with his fingers. Ubbe smiled briefly; he put a hand on Hvitserk's shoulder and sighed.

"I don't know. It doesn't matter either, he's the oldest, and he'll do fine. It was mother's wish. And Dad would have loved it. We'll all be together again," he said quietly, and Hvitserk nodded silently.

He was about to say something when Eggsy came down the stairs. He tossed a small can to Ubbe and winked. "Here, paracetamol."

"It's all good Eggs, we've already had some. It was okay, right? There were some lying here, we really only took two."

Eggsy's grin disappeared from his face; he was about to say something when Ivar and Heahmund came down the stairs.

"Hello, you two!" Heahmund said; he was smiling, but he placed his hand lightly comfortingly on Ubbe's shoulder, who smiled only slightly. "I'm really very sorry."

"It's okay. It's part of life, isn't it?" Ubbe replied; he waited until Heahmund removed his hand, and then cleared his throat, not without another quick glance at the slightly distraught Eggsy.

"I'll go start the car. Eggsy, are you going to ride with us?"

"Who... me? Nah, I'll... um... drive myself later, I've got stuff to do," he said, forcing a soft smile.

When Ubbe was out the door and the others were about to follow, Eggsy stood in front of the door. He pushed it shut lightly and looked at the three, who eyed him in slight confusion.

"Eggs, what are you doing? Make room.", Ivar snarled and grabbed Eggsy by the shoulder, but the latter just pushed him away slightly.

"Honestly - Hvit - how many of those pills did you take?" he said harshly, and Hvitserk snorted.

"Two, why? And you guys should repaint your house, that yellow paint really stings in the eyes."

"FUCK." Eggsy said, and Heahmund grabbed him by the shoulder.

"What do you mean with fuck, Eggsy? Do you have like... no. Don't tell me you..."

"Yeah… I did."

"What's wrong?" Ivar interjected, whose gaze had so far only wandered back and forth between the two.

"The pills.” Eggsy murmured, holding up the brown tin.

"Paracetamol, it says. Are you stupid?" Hvitserk said, and Eggsy opened his mouth.

"That's really a bit inappropriate now, huh... These aren't paras."

A rough hand reached into Eggsy's shirt, and Heahmund pushed his younger brother hard back against the door. "What do you mean Eggsy?!"

"I was... experimenting, it was supposed to be for tonight, I... I named it xylitol x10."

"What."

"What?"

"Is that why the walls are so fucking yellow?!" Hvitserk shouted, trying to jump towards Eggsy, but Ivar held him back.

"I'm sorry, but you don't just eat any fucking pills lying around somewhere either -"

"It had paracetamol on it, you asshole!!!"

"Yeah, you think I'd write party drug on it?"

"STOP!" Heahmund yelled between them, holding the boys apart; he could feel exactly how tense Hvitserk and Ivar were breathing.

"What's in it, Eggsy?" Heahmund asked, and all eyes turned to the young Englishman. Eggsy fussed, running a hand down the back of his neck, then muttering lightly.

"Well, this and that...I didn't...quite calculate that."

"Hallucinogens?" Heahmund grumbled; he still had his brother in stitches, and Eggsy nodded slightly.

"Everything. Stimulants, sleeping pills, painkillers. It's supposed to get you high on a new level."

It took a moment before Hvitserk let out a slight cry of panic and went for Eggsy's throat; Ivar interposed himself but gave Eggsy a deadly look.

"How long does it last?" he asked frantically, and Eggsy opened his lips slightly. It took him a moment before he quietly replied, "Twelve hours?"

Hvitserk was about to go after Eggsy again, but this time Heahmund joined in.

"THAT MEANS I'M GOING COMPLETELY HIGH AND FUCKED UP ON MY FATHER'S FUNERAL?" Hvitserk shouted, and Eggsy shrugged slightly.

"That... yeah, something like that. But it won't be so bad, because… you just won't notice anything."

"Eggsy, this is going to be trouble. Shit, what do we do now? Ubbe doesn't have a clue, does he?"

Ivar bit his lower lip lightly, still looking at his best friend. He knew that Eggsy had never done this on purpose, guaranteed, and that he had simply wanted to resell the pills. They had done it so many times, together, to really kick ass at festivals - if Ragnar or Ubbe had ever known that, and Heahmund - oh, Ivar was sure he would end up in hell. But he stuck by Eggsy, who by now was really pale around the nose.

"We'll work it out. We can say he's allergic to the pills because they were... expired."

"Ivar, that's... Ubbe will never believe that. He himself is so..."

"We have no choice."

Hvitserk pressed his head against Ivar's shoulder and let out a low snort; his hands clawed tightly into the suit of Ivar's shoulder, and Ivar patted his head lightly.

"Well, at least... the funeral won't be so bad for you then." he said, catching an indignant look from Heahmund, which he only returned with a shrug.

"We have no choice, like I said."

A honk sounded outside, and all four flinched violently; Hvitserk raised his eyes, already looking slightly dreamy.

"Fuck... Eggsy, get changed and join us as soon as you can. It's best if Hvitserk drinks a lot of water to get that stuff out. God, Eggsy...you must be from the mailman.", Heahmund said with a slight frown.

"Shut up, it wasn't like I wanted this!"

"It's okay now." Ivar said, taking Hvitserk's forearm in his hand; he guided his brother easily while Eggsy opened the front door.

"You just have to pretend everything's okay long enough. So Ubbe won't notice anything, because he'll kill Eggsy, me and Heahmund then. And with his kind, himself, too," Ivar added; he held Hvitserk tightly as he pulled slightly towards the flowerbed.

"The flowers smell like butter."

"Sure, everybody knows that," Ivar said, turning in a panic to Eggsy, who stood like a little pale something in the front doorway, watching the three of them get into Ubbe's car.

He raised his arm ever so slightly and with compressed lips nodded to Ubbe, who waved at him. Only when the car turned the corner slightly did he flee back into the house in a panic.

The first few miles through the city in the car were silent; until Ubbe cleared his throat and looked at the slightly cramped Heahmund and Ivar in the back seat through the mirror.

"Everything’s good? What else did you do inside?" he asked, and Ivar and Heahmund looked at each other slightly. Then Ivar put on a warm smile.

"I was arguing with Eggs about what he should wear. He refuses to wear a suit."

"Haha yeah, that’s my little... cutie... brother.", Heahmund laughed, and got a firm jab from Ivar in the ribcage for it - which Ubbe luckily didn't see because he had to brake hard. An elderly couple walked across the intersection, and Hvitserk suddenly looked around in confusion.

"Wasn't there a dog in here just now?" Hvitserk said, mouth agape; Ubbe at the steering wheel drew his eyebrows together, while Ivar and Heahmund exchanged brief glances in the back seat.

"What?" Ubbe asked, snorting in amusement, while Ivar lightly bit his lower lip. Hvitserk's gaze turned towards Ubbe in confusion, and he stared at his older brother slightly absently.

"There was a dog barking in here just now, wasn't there?"

"Hvitty what the... did you take dr...?" Ubbe began, but Ivar interrupted him frantically, putting his hand on Ubbe's shoulder from behind.

"Aren't we almost there?" he said with pointed curiosity, and Ubbe turned his gaze skeptically to the road. "Yes, in a minute," he said, giving Ivar a puzzled look through the rearview mirror. But his youngest brother only smiled an exaggeratedly broad and hearty smile, while Hvitserk pressed his head against the window, smiling slightly.

"You guys are acting weird. But today it’s okay. After all, today is an important day, and it's finally another day when the whole family gets to be together loving each other. If only Dad could see us like this," Ubbe said quietly, albeit with a soft, crooked smile at the corner of his mouth.

If only dad could see us.

Ivar's hands clenched slightly, and he exhaled softly. His brother was doped up on whatever drugs Eggsy had made up makeshift from his pharmacy studies. Bjorn would make a beastly speech, Ivar knew, even though it hurt his heart to think of his oldest brother that way. Sigurd and he would quarrel, and even that day hold grudges against each other. Ivar would show up at his father's funeral with his boyfriend, whom not many knew yet. Aunt Helga would have a heart attack. Ubbe would have a crisis as soon as he realized that Hvitserk hadn't just taken paracetamol. Oh yes, if only dad could see us.

But it was Heahmund's warm hands that closed around his and held him tightly; very tightly, so that Ivar immediately felt safe and comfortable. He glanced at his partner, and Heahmund smiled encouragingly at him. At least he was there - because with him, Ivar felt complete.

Even if his brother in the passenger seat wore a slight thread of drool in the corner of his mouth and was guaranteed to be fantasizing about yellow walls and butter-smelling flowers, and imaginary dogs barking in the car.

#vikings #modern au #heahmund x ivar #eggsy unwin #ivar the boneless #heavar #hvitserk lothbrok #family #crossover fanfiction #fanfiction

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