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sundrop-writes · 10 months ago

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Need

Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Summary:

Daryl comes back from a run acting strangely needy, and you find out that Zach made him jealous. (You may have to thank Zach later.)

Or - Daryl fucks your brains out to prove to himself that you're his.

Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during early Season 4/The Prison Era.

Word Count: 3,000

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Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: this is mainly a smut fic - the reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina; the reader and Daryl have a sexual relationship that skews slightly romantic; the reader's age is not at all specified; Daryl being very needy (hence the title); Daryl is more dominant the reader is more submissive, but there is no laid out rigid roles; Daryl is jealous and trying to 'claim' the reader after someone else makes sexual comments about her (when she is not around to hear those comments); mentions of Daryl drinking alcohol and smoking (does not take place during the fic, just a background element); some manhandling - from Daryl towards the reader (nothing unrealistic or beyond Daryl's known strength); oral sex - reader receiving (Daryl certified pussy eater); references to hunting/killing animals for food (come on, this is a Daryl fic); Daryl is slightly mean in this (he tells the reader to shut up) - but he's not vengeful or mean on purpose, he's just in a mood; spit kink - Daryl spits on the reader's pussy; pussy spanking (this was such a last minute addition and I am so glad I did); Daryl calls the reader 'woman'; overstimulation - towards reader; mention of the reader crying/having tears in her eyes (due to overstimulation); Daryl being very possessive due to his jealousy; hair-pulling - Daryl receiving; very slight anal play (Daryl tongues the reader's asshole - juust a bit); penis in vagina sex; unprotected sex - they don't use a condom and there are no mentions of other forms of birth control (don't be like them); there is no mention of Daryl cumming inside the reader, though because the fic ends before we get to his orgasm (sorry, Daryl); slight cockwarming; the sex gets rough toward the end; I believe that's it for this fic?

A/N: No, this was not the winner of the poll. But right now I am in a mindset for TWD fics because I have been watching the show and I think it's a good opportunity to get this one out of my drafts - especially because it's shorter and easier to edit. If it's not your thing, feel free to ignore it. Also, I am not doing a taglist for this one because a lot of people on the taglist last time did not follow my taglist rules (basically, they were tagged and they didn't show up to read the fic, so it feels like a 'why bother' type of situation). So I'm gonna clean out the taglist and after such a short time, I am considering quitting taglists altogether. Anyway, if you do read it, I hope you enjoy the fic.

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Need.

That was the only word you could use to describe Daryl in those moments as he threw you down onto the cot and ripped your pants off with record speed. The air was absolutely ripe with need, the likes of which you had never felt or seen from Daryl before. Especially not in this magnitude.

Daryl Dixon was someone who rarely came off as needy.

Since the two of you had started this relationship (it was strange to call it a ‘relationship’ when there was so little conventional romance to it, and so few words) - Daryl was never someone you would have described as ‘needy’. He was always the definition of calm. He was level-headed, quiet, reserved - even more so in the face of your intense needs. The more you became a puddle of melded need, when you boiled over into pure want, especially in his presence, the more he turned into a stone wall of uncrackable cold hardness that you wanted so desperately to see crack.

It was a game the two of you had been playing since day one. And he hadn’t lost yet, not once.

Of course, the sex was amazing - even if he never let that facade down. He made sure that your overwhelming, unhidden need always came first. He made sure that you had cum first - usually more than once - before he even considered sticking his cock inside of you or letting you drop to your knees in order to serve him. He was never selfish - a man that lived to serve, in fact.

That was why it surprised you when he came back from a run that day and grabbed you by your arm, practically dragging you out to the admin block. It was a place that you and Daryl had set up a little nest for personal privacy in the old warden’s office. Daryl had chosen the location both for its privacy, and for the wonderful irony.

He found it downright hilarious that he was someone who had been reprimanded by cops before the total collapse of society and had been nearly arrested half a dozen times (he liked to put the emphasis on nearly, because he was a fast runner and often disappeared into the woods where they didn’t care to chase him, in contrast to someone like Merle, who was a known drug dealer was of far more interest to them - and much slower). Daryl was someone who could have easily ended up in prison, and now he could sit behind a warden’s desk and smoke a stash of fancy cigars that he had found hidden, and he had polished off the fancy whiskey in between fucking you.

And he took an even greater enjoyment in fucking you pinned against the warden’s desk - but for practical purposes, he had lugged a cot into the office and set up a more comfortable space for the two of you there. The two of you even slept there sometimes because he still refused to sleep ‘in a cage’ - as he put it. Everyone else in the prison liked to fake that they didn’t know where the two of you went, but really - they were just glad that your love nest was far enough away from everyone else that they didn’t have to be subjected to the sounds you and Daryl made.

And you were glad that you didn’t have to pretend to go hunting in order to escape to the woods for some privacy. Especially because, even as capable as Daryl was, the threat of Walkers looming over your head while he fucked you did make it a bit difficult to get fully lost in the sensations.

But all of that was far at the back of your mind while he shucked off his crossbow and tossed it aside carelessly (usually he was someone who was careful to put away his weapon, not wanting to damage it so that he wouldn’t have to waste precious time on repairs) - but today, there was something simply rabid about him. Something itching and impatient.

You couldn’t deny that it turned you on, but you had to question what had caused the shift in him. Especially when all of your little games - your teasing, your flirting, your dirty words - hadn’t been able to crack him for months.

“Daryl, what’s gotten into-?”

You couldn’t even finish posing the question before he began ripping on the waistband of your pants once again. That tense irritability became potent in the air once again when the fabric got caught up in your boots, Daryl letting out a deep grunt and glaring at the obstacle.

You reached for the laces in order to get everything off, thinking this was what he wanted, but he simply put two large, commanding, calloused hands on the backs of your thighs and shoved down - hard. He pinned you down to the cot with a tough force, something that made the metal of the supposedly temporary furniture squeal with a worrying sound. You almost didn’t hear it over the pitiful, whorish gasp that escaped your lips.

He was never like this. He was never so desperate.

You loved it. Your body was flooded by heat, equally as desperate within seconds.

“Daryl!” You cried out, half confused, half hot red and turned on.

Your cunt ached fiercely and clenched around nothing and Daryl locked eyes with that pulsing gash, letting out a pleased hum. There was barely a blink before he dove between his own hands, digging in his fingers in tightly where they held onto your quivering muscles and immediately he licked a long, hard stripe up the center of your pussy.

Hungry.

That was a word you would have used to describe Daryl many times before.

He was messy and shameless when he ate meals. You had seen him dig into game bloody and raw when he had taken you out hunting, when he was starving and impatient and truly treasured a fresh kill.

Currently, that’s exactly what you felt like - a fresh kill, recently captured by him, a true prey animal under his grasp being absolutely devoured while you could do nothing more but lay there and take it.

It felt utterly amazing.

It felt like where you belonged.

The room soon became filled with sounds - loud, adamant slurping as his tongue furiously worked over your cunt, creating the same kind of shameless slobber that he did when he was thoroughly enjoying a meal. Your gasps and moans shuddering through your lungs as the sensations rocked your body, the pitiful squeaking protests of the cot as Daryl leaned against you more, putting more weight on those rusting springs.

He began moaning against your heated flesh while he continued to hold you down by your trembling thighs, and while your ears rang with blood and your face bloomed with heat, you soon realized that the distant, repeated keening sound you could hear - almost like a dying cat - was you.

You were having difficulty catching your breath and you quickly became dizzy from the hot, heavy pleasure vibrating up your body from his tongue. Made even better by the feeling of his coarse beard rubbing against your sensitive pussy lips, and the deep vibrations of his moans against you.

All you could do was tightly clutch onto the blanket you had used to make up the cot and buck your face against him, hoping for him to shove his tongue deep inside of you or put some more persistent attention on your needy, throbbing clit, rather than simply grazing against the sensitive organ with each pass, making you more and more needy -

Daryl groaned into your cunt and then, much to your frustration, he pulled away completely.

“Stop squirmin’.” He grunted at you, his voice a whole new shade of dark and lustful thick that you had never heard from him - one that made your whole body quiver.

You let out a pathetic moan, more wetness gushing out of you.

“Daryl, please-”

“Shut up.”

Somehow, him barking this rudely at you made you even wetter.

You squeaked out another pathetic little sound, expecting that he would get back to devouring you like you were his last meal, seemingly for his own pleasure - but then, he managed to surprise you yet again.

He used his hold on your thighs to spread your legs (as much as he could with your pants still tangling your ankles together). And then he pursed his lips and heaved a thick, heavy glob of spit onto you - aiming perfectly and causing it to land right on your sensitive, swollen clit.

Just like his perfect mouth, it was hot and slick, and simply seeing the shiny bead come from his lips to land on you caused you to scream and buck against him like a cow being branded. Which is exactly what he had intended - for you to be branded by him, marked as his, fully owned by him.

Hot tears of pleasure escaped your eyes and he locked right onto your gaze - even through the choppy dark curtain of his too-long bangs, his steel blue eyes pierced into your soul and the burning lust you saw there punched you in the gut. When he took one of his hands off your thigh, you didn’t have a moment to think about what he was going to do before he brought the heavy pads of his tough, well-worked fingers down onto your already sore clit and spanked you.

Once, twice, three times - something he had done to you before, knowing exactly how hard to hit you without making it painful, just enough to jolt shocking pleasure through your body and make you sob.

“Listen, woman.”

He ground his voice again, lowly, making you shiver when he leaned in and gripped your face with that now wet hand, forcing you to face forward and pay attention to him. You stared at him through tear-misty eyes, absolutely enraptured and lustful, wanting nothing more than him.

“This is mine.” He growled these words with quiet power, driving his point home with another smack to your cunt that had you crying out and seizing against the touch.

“Yours.” You chirped back, eager to affirm it, your brain filled with nothing but him. “Yours, all yours. Daryl-”

Before you could babble out any more affirmations, he took an even tighter, possessive, bruising death grip on you once again. One hand on your hip and the other on your thigh - trying to keep you right where he wanted you as he dove back in, just as hungry. This time he gave into exactly what you wanted, seemingly because your words had been what he wanted. He knew you all too well even without words, and he latched his mouth around your mound with intent, laving his tongue furiously across your clit without relenting.

You weren’t sure which was worse - the teasing, or him tongue-fucking your clit like he was trying to drive you insane.

Your hand flew to his hair with the intention of shoving him off as white hot sparks of overstimulated pleasure-pain flew up through your gut, but your muscles curled instinctively and you wove a tight grip into his locks without thinking. Unintentionally drawing him closer and locking him in place as you gurgled out cries of wounded pleasure and he continued to moan against you, almost making your poor clit numb.

But of course, being as perfect at this as he was with everything else, he drew an orgasm out of you just as he wanted to.

“Daryl! Fuck! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m - ah!”

He moaned against you in pure pleasure as it happened, and then he retreated down your pulsing hole to lick up every single bit of your wetness as it freshly flowed out of you. He continued to moan, slurping and flexing his tongue so he wouldn’t miss a drop, eating you like the finest delicacy he had ever experienced. His tongue even strayed down your perineum, dipping into your other hole a bit, clearly unafraid and never shy, not wanting to miss a single bit of your taste.

You were left panting, desperate to catch your breath, and with your brain still completely out of commission, he stood up, his mind already on an entirely new track. You couldn’t contain your whine of disappointment when all of his warmth was suddenly gone, even his hands losing contact with your thrumming skin.

“Daryl-?”

You didn’t have long to question it before you heard the sound of a zipper.

Not even knowing when you had closed your eyes, you whipped them open to see him shoving his pants down to mid-thigh and pumping his cock in hand a few stray times before he stepped toward you. You weren’t the biggest fan of the ‘bent in half like a pretzel’ position, as your back was starting to ache slightly, but he took the look of pure hunger in your eyes was all the consent he needed (especially with the way your gaze was focused on his cock, the slight glisten of precum beading at the tip).

He was secure in knowing that you would stop him or tell him no if you needed to.

And there were absolutely no thoughts of stopping on your mind when he put a hand back on your hip and used the other hand to guide his cock into you, sinking deep inside of your slicked, hot cunt in one smooth movement.

Fuck - he always filled you up so fucking good.

“Dar-”

“All fuckin’ day.” Daryl growled out, tight through his teeth, taking only a single moment before he began to pump his hips forward, fucking into you.

He wasn’t quite as furious as before, his pace slower now. Seemingly, he had gotten some of that pure need out of his system by eating your pussy. He began to thrust in and out of you at a leisurely pace, making you feel comfortably, pleasantly full.

“All fuckin’ day, I had to listen to Zach’s goddamn yappin’.”

Your brain was slowly coming back into function.

He had gone on the run with Zach and Sasha.

You thought Daryl liked Zach?

Surprisingly, Daryl then reached for your shoes and began undoing the laces - perhaps now finally interested in getting your pants and shoes out of the way. You just laid back and let him do whatever he pleased, your cunt flashing with a warm, pleasant feeling - simply enjoying that it was Daryl fucking you.

“Had to listen to that little smart-mouthed fuckin’ asshole-”

Daryl let out another grunt, smacking his hips into yours particularly hard, causing you to let out a gasp. He took off one of your shoes and dropped it to the ground.

“Had to listen to him go on and on about you.”

What?

Then went the other shoe.

Your jeans followed soon after, easily untangled from your legs by Daryl’s deft fingers, making your legs free up to spread widely, inviting him in further - he laid himself down against your body, and you found your muscles much less stiff with your knees bracketing around his waist. There was another moment of comfortable fullness - stillness, as he laid there, nosing at your neck, seemingly enjoying your scent with deep breaths.

You ran your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp in a way you knew he liked, boiling over with curiosity until the question leapt out of you.

“What happened with Zach?” You had to ask, still slightly fuck-dumb and confused.

You didn’t know it, but hearing the name come off your lips was enough to trigger another intense wave of that feeling in Daryl. The jealousy, the neediness, the urge to claim you.

Daryl let out another harsh growl - a sound coming from him that made your pussy leak around him and clench down hard on his cock. He grabbed both your hands and entwined your fingers with his - a fierce, demanding grip rather than a romantic one. He kept you pinned in place, right where he wanted you, and he began fucking his hips into you at a fast, hard pace that was enough to push a scream right from your lungs.

“He - would-n’t - shut - the - fuck - up.” Daryl grunted in your ear, emphasizing each sharp syllable with a deep, harsh pounding of his hips into your pussy. “About you.” He whispered those words lowly, dangerously into your ear.

“Daryl-” You gasped, your whole body dizzy and vibrating with that electricity once again.

“About your ass-”

He reached down and grabbed your ass - harsh, digging his fingers into the flesh with a possessive touch that made you cry out. He hammered his hips forward and used that touch to drag you toward his cock, fucking you onto him like a fleshlight for a few moments before he continued speaking.

“About your tits-”

He reached up and groped your breasts aggressively through your shirt, popping one of the tiny decorative buttons. A wreckage that would only serve to show off more cleavage in the end. Your nipples instantly became stiff under his touch and you arched into his hands - only for the rough, wonderful feeling to be gone too soon.

“Daryl,”

“He wouldn’t stop talkin’ bout what you might look like when you cum.” He growled out. “When he ain’t never gonna get to know.”

It was thrilling, him being so possessive of you now. But you knew that it was so Daryl. Him being angry at Zach for speaking about you in a vulgar way, but holding his tongue - not speaking up then because he wanted to keep your relationship private, didn’t want to claim you in front of someone publicly.

Or he simply kept his mouth shut because he didn’t want to lose his temper when they had a job to do.

“He wouldn’t stop-”

“Please, I’m yours.” You moaned out, grinding your hips into him desperately, needy for his full and focused attention.

As much as you enjoyed the jealousy streak that had started this heated encountered, you needed Daryl to focus on you now - not on the words of some petty boy who had either been trying to rile Daryl up or didn’t even know the two of you were together because of the lack of PDA in your relationship.

“Daryl, please. I’m yours.”

“Tha’s right,” Daryl growled out, his voice dangerously low. “You’re mine.”

He leaned tightly over you once again, and when his hips picked up speed - you were done for.

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A/N: Please keep in mind, this is a oneshot, and there will not be a continuation or a 'Part 2'. If you are going to comment, please comment about the body of work that has already been written. If you like this and you want to see more of my fics in my style, you can check out my most recent fic Heaven's Gate, which is also a Daryl Dixon x Reader fic, or you can check out my other TWD works on AO3.

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sinful sentences (two)

daniel ricciardo - "you are such a tease!"

tags: smut/pwp, wearing your boyfriend's clothes, teasing, cowgirl position, slow & sensual, dirty talk, breast worship/play

the sinful sentences catalogue

"beautiful, you know you'd look perfect in a potato sack. you'd be the most beautiful person at the entire event." daniel tried to reason with you but was met with a shift dress being tossed at him. you were headed to a pop-up in new york for a streetwear brand, and while you had nice outfits. you were overthinking.

you stood in front of the mirror and sighed, "i just want it to be right.' you knew you should've brought a few additional items on the trip. you put your hands on your hips, "people are more critical of a new girlfriend. more to poke and prod at it. so it has to be perfect." you pulled at the collar of the blouse you were trying on. still not right.

"you're over thinking the event. you could go in a ratty pair of jeans and one of my t-shirts and you'd look cool." he said, further trying to pull you away from the intense headspace you were in.

when daniel asked that, he didn't expect his body to react to the sight of you. wearing his clothes and even dabbing some of his cologne on for extra cool factor as you put it. but as daniel gazed at you he was very much not feeling cool himself.

the assumption was that less clothes meant a higher level of attractiveness, but seeing you in one of his t-shirts as you got ready for the event lit something in his mind.

the shirt was already quite baggy on him as was the style, so it was still baggy on you. tucked loosely in some light washed jeans and a jacket over top. the sneakers were chunky. when daniel saw what you threw together, he could only joke, "if my mom saw us right now, she'd say we look 'modern'." and laughed in order to cover up that he really liked the shirt on you. it wasn't anything too special, it was a thick off-white t-shirt with green details on it. and he found himself closer to you the entire of the event. he even got a small squeeze of your behind when he leaned in to kiss you.

you got him after dinner in the evening and daniel helped you out of your jacket and put your purse down on the couch in the hotel room. he lingered like a shadow. eventually he found his hands on your hips.

"someone's feeling frisky." you said as you swayed your hips a little bit for extra effect. you laughed a little, "what's gotten into you? i know it's not the fresh new york air." and let out a small yelp when he pulled you up against him and kissed your neck.

you melted a little into his touch and he held you close. it was comforting being in his touch. his hands went to your breasts and cupped them through the heavy shirt. you moaned a little.

he chuckled lightly, "look at you, you feel amazing." his voice tickled your brain just right, it made you feel a little looser and comfortable. you leaned against him further and he continued to near grope your breasts while he ducked his head to your neck and left hot kisses along the skin. you still felt a little cold from the afternoon chill. but don't worry about that, daniel will keep you nice and warm throughout the night. he said softly, 'i liked that you wore my shirt, was it comfortable on you?"

"felt like wearing them when i go to bed." you giggled as you tilted your head to the side to give him more access to your neck. you held onto his forearms as he felt your breasts, "felt weird pairing them with jeans."

"usually you're in my sweatpants too." he chuckled lightly as he pressed further into you, "why don't we get into bed. but can you do me a favour, angel?"

"anything."

"keep the shirt on."

you both got undressed, shoes kicked to the front door, socks followed close behind. your jeans were over the couch, and his belt on the coffee table. your panties on the edge of the bed along with his shirt and undershirt. your bra was taken off from under your shirt and thrown close to the large window of the room. you managed to get your earrings out and along with your favourite bracelet on the nightstand so at the very least they wouldn't get lost in the sheets. everything was removed except for his t-shirt on your body. he got on top of you, his hands held onto yours, kept them pinned to the mattress.

he took in your figure, or at least the shirt the covered most of your curves. he already had your form memorized. how could he not? not when it was to hypnotic and lovely. he rubbed his scratchy cheek up against your breasts, you could feel his bread through the t-shirt and it made you giggle. you held onto his hands tighter and squirmed under him.

he grazed his teeth over your hard nipples through the shirt, and got some of the fabric wet with his spit. he kept you pinned under him as he toyed with your body. your beautiful, beautiful body. you rubbed your legs together and he chuckled before he let go of your hands to cup your breasts and tease them further.

you moaned and combed your fingers through his dark hair, "you are such a tease!" you could feel the pleasure course through your body, you held onto him while he slowly pushed up the shirt. but not fully taking it off. you moaned a little louder and held onto him a little tighter. his curls felt nice in your hands as he worshiped your body.

"aw, babe." he cooed, "i only tease you because i love you." his hands went up your t-shirt and felt your hot skin, "i want to savour you. is that a bad thing?" he looked at you with those big brown eyes and smiled at you.

you giggled and shifted a little on the bed. daniel crowded your space further and you smiled at him. he felt inviting, warm in a way that made you feel at ease. even when he teased you. his hands grabbed your ass. he shifted your hips a little and you helped him keep them lifted while he grabbed one of the hotel pillows and put it under your ass for leverage.

you eyed his erect cock, you licked your lips. as much as daniel wanted you, you wanted him. it was a partnership of equals after all. he noticed you looking and then looked back at your face and winked. you blushed a little and looked away for a moment, "i-"

"it's alright to stare, babe. it's quite impressive if i say so myself." the slight curve to it, the thickness to it that made your toes curl. you weren't going to deny it.

you looked at him and he pressed you a little further. he admired you before he guided his cock into you. you tensed up for a moment when the tip slipped in and relaxed when he pushed further into you. you reached for him and held onto his tanned shoulders as he slotted himself into you. you both were at eye level with one another as he sank into you perfectly.

"shit, babe. you feel beautiful." he leaned further into you and held you by the hips to use as leverage to fuck you with. he loved the feeling. he could feel the words on the tip of his tongue, the flowery language to tell you exactly how you felt to him. but no words could full articulate how daniel felt when his cock was buried inside of you.

you held onto him and he thrusted up inside of you. your nails scratched lines across his shoulders as he moved. as he involved his body up against yours, his hot kisses across your lips as he pressed further into you. loving, devoted. you looked amazing, even when you were mostly clothed by his t-shirt.

your pussy fit around him perfectly, you took him beautifully as he stroked himself inside of you. he kept your hips up to take him at the perfect angle. he didn't want to hurt you, bruise you inside and out. that wouldn't be fun for either of you in the end. he groaned at the feeling as the two of you continued to fuck.

part of daniel wanted the shirt off of you, he wanted to watch the bounce of your breasts as he thrusted into you. he wanted to feel the soft flesh of your breasts against his face. he wanted to touch every inch of skin he could get his hands on. your soft skin made him yearn for you even more, even when he was already fucking you. the heat of want continued in his body as he moved.

his pace wasn't particularly fast. he was taking his time with you. get his fill of you. he said softly, "feeling alright, babe?"

you nodded, "i feel good, don't worry, danny." you kissed him once more. your nose almost hit against his because you just wanted your lips on him as fast as possible. you moaned against the kiss and held on tightly.

there was something about daniel that just pulled you in. the warmth to him that made you warm as a result. you felt the fire in your core as he moved against you. the two of you shared another messy kiss and the bed squeaked under you when daniel picked up his face.

"that's it, that's it." he near purred as his movements remained faster. he loved the feeling, the needy between your legs as he moved against you. he groaned once more and held onto you a little tighter, "heavens should be singing when i'm fucking you, babe. feels like nothing else, and i know you feel good too. you love when i fuck you like this. with everything in me." his voice was tinged with the most affection he could humanly give.

you moaned and continued to move against him. you held onto him tightly as he worked your body. you felt like two pieces of each other, to feel close meant to feel whole. and being with daniel was unlike anything else. he was unlike any one else you had ever been with. you felt close in such a proper way. and you loved it just as you loved him.

you swallowed back the loudness of your moans so people didn't start snooping. you held onto him a little tighter as the feelings of grew, there was a certain level of euphoria that coursed through you as you neared your climax.

"i can't get enough of you." he said, "but you knew that, didn't you? you know exactly how you drive me crazy. that i think you're god's gift to my world. fuck, honey." he said with a tone heavy with total and utter affection for you.

you moaned a little louder and felt the pleasure pick up in your body. you thighs tensed around your lover's waist as he continued to fuck you. the pleasure of continued to reach its peak. you felt swarmed with your lover's affection. his tenderness and love for you. everything he could give.

he groaned, "beautiful, beautiful." he said softly as he kept up his movements. he could feel the clench of your pussy. how wet you were, near soaked for him. your cunt felt proper around him, it only made him continue to move. to keep working your body till you both reached your pleasure.

you held onto him and let him work your body. you let him use your sweet figure to a liking you'd both enjoy. the kisses were hungry, near feverish as you held onto one another. when they broke, daniel rested his forehead against yours. eyes closed as he moved against you. enjoying your body and letting the pleasure flow through his body.

"my babe, my angel." he said softly, his breathing heavy as the two of you made love on the hotel bed, "you look good in anything, but you look next to perfect in my clothes. maybe you should wear them more often, pieces of me everywhere you go." his voice was gentle, loving as he worked you.

"you tease." you moaned, "your sweet words, yet.. fuck." you knew you were getting closer. that orgasm was going to wash over you soon. you clung to your lover, you held onto him tightly as the pace became rather quick as he intended to sexually finish you both off. the hammer in your heart only quickened, you tensed around him as you kissed once more.

daniel was beyond words, the excitement in your body only grew with each of his thrusts. the kisses continued and soon you were held tight onto him, you felt the fire in your belly and he only clung to you further.

with a few more thrusts, he finished inside of you with a heavy groan. he felt the pleasure wrap in his body and he moved against you through his climax so you could reach yours. his pace staggered.

you panted heavily against him, the pleasure was overwhelming and you enjoyed every second. it was hot beyond words, in a certain way that made your pulse quicken. he was better than anyone else you ever had, he was the perfect lover for you.

you said to him, "i love you."

and he replied softly, "and i love you." before he pulled you in for a heated kiss once more. he moved up against you and soon you finished around him. you tried to meet his pace through your orgasm. the pleasure felt amazing, it licked through your blood and made you head swim.

when you both came down from your sexual highs. he slowed to a spot and pulled out. he laid out on the bed next to you and got you out of the t-shirt so he could lie next to you. skin to skin. it felt comforting as you laid in each other's embrace. legs tangled together, your leg over his.

"i guess you like me in your clothes, huh?" you asked.

he nodded as he cupped the side your face with one hand, "love it. i bet you could look as sexy as even in some of other things i own." he said gently, the love in his tone. he wanted to see you in everything he owned so he could strip you of them and see your beautiful naked body underneath. <3

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pillow-anime-talk · 9 months ago

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Good evening I’d like Poseidon RoR and a fem reader. With a fem reader asking prompt 53 to Hades RoR.

# tags: scenario; current married relationship and kinda fwb; romance; pwp; goddess!reader; nsfw

warnings: mention of sex and sexual activities, size kink, threesome (m/f/m), double fuck, overstimulation, praising, boobs play

includes: female reader ft. poseidon & hades {ror}

author’s note: last but not least! thank you very much :)

53. “Wanna join?”

Your body moved fluidly while shiny eyes adoringly gazing at the man opposite you; both hands gripping tightly onto his muscular shoulders. Poseidon’s hands were placed on your firm butt cheeks, and your pussy was loudly hitting his wet cock every time you bounced on him.

Your huge bedroom was heavily steamed by your breaths, and the only sound spreading around the room was your long moan and the gasps of your husband, the god of the seas, oceans and all bodies of water adored by the Greeks. Lost in the blue of his eyes, you couldn’t stop another loud sigh that escaped from between your lips swollen from kissing. The eternally cold and gloomy Poseidon seemed to be more alive next to you; hence a slight smile appeared on his face as soon as his gaze was caught by your breasts and a drop of sweat running down your sternum.

“You should become a goddess of debauchery.” He whispered directly into your ear, tightening his fingers on your skin, and you only giggled, changing the pace of your movements to a much slower one. “Such a good whore.”

“You like it, don’t you, Poseidon, my love?” You replied with a slight madness in your eye, to which your husband only snorted with laughter. A quick moment later, you felt your body rise and drift in the air, and then your back touched the sheets on the bed. Before you could catch your breath, the lord of water began to fuck you like there was no tomorrow. Your mouth screamed the man’s name faster before your brain thought about it, and you automatically tightened your hands on your husband’s skin. You felt the orgasm approaching and taking over your body. However, before you gave yourself over to the carnal pleasure, your head fell to the right side towards the door. It was on their threshold that through your hazy vision you noticed a tall figure with a male silhouette.

Poseidon certainly sensed the presence of the intruder, but his zero shame allowed him to continue fucking your sore pussy and nibbling on your left, next right, nipple. After releasing another moan from between his lips, the figure began to take on sharper shapes. After a few longer seconds, you realized that the figure standing in the entrance to the bedroom was Poseidon’s older brother – king Hades. He was dressed in his typical black outfit, silver jewelry with the addition of obsidian, and his hairstyle was impeccably done. Before you spoke, Hades rolled his eyes. “Your behavior are about to cause a flood in Halheim.” He said disconsolately, although you both knew that the sight that greeted him was not at all unattractive or annoying. Leaving aside the issues of his brother over your body, your tired figure, predatory look and saliva leaking from the corner of your mouth were one of the most beautiful views Hades had seen in a long time, leaving the world of the dead. You couldn’t pass him by indifferently, knowing how lonely your brother-in-law was; he rarely visited his younger brothers or other Greek gods, he was rather focused on himself and his duties.

“... Wanna join?” You asked in a confident tone, knowing perfectly well that your husband wouldn’t refuse you anything. You could ask him for a star from the sky, and he would get you three of them, knowing perfectly well that they would beautifully decorate your cleavage and ears. You could say that you don’t like kale, and he would get rid of it in the entire kingdom, apologizing to you for this oversight. You could also invite his brother to your bedroom, and he would eagerly await how Hades would take care of your pretty plump mouth and sweet clit.

There was no need to wait long for an answer to your question; on the way to the huge marital bed, Hades got rid of his coat, pants, shoes and shirt. His cock seemed to be the hardest thing in the world, and when your body was thrown again, you could swear that you would cum on your husband’s stomach. This time you were riding Poseidon, and Hades stopped behind your back. While your partner was playing with your nipples one more time, the older man kissed your left shoulder. You felt his dick touch your back, and his hair tickled your skin and forehead.

“You’re quite brave, Y/N.” He said quietly, and you shivered at the sound of his voice and breath on your body. You felt his gaze surround you with an invisible aura.

“After all, I am the wife of Poseidon, the king of every ocean.” You answered, looking down at the aforementioned.

“From today on, also the lover of the lord of death and the dead.” Hades corrected you, simultaneously entering your other, tight hole from behind. The size filling you made you cry out, tightly gripping your husband’s waist. You had never felt such overwhelming energy on your own and in your body. “You are an amazing goddess of sky, Y/N.”

“… She knows about it, Hades... You better fuck her good, brother. I don’t want my queen to be dissatisfied.” Your conversation was interrupted by the blond god, who was measuring his siblings with a cold gaze.

“Don’t worry about that, Poseidon. She will certainly be very pleased.” He bit your earlobe, causing your whole body to tremble.

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shadowkoo · 4 months ago

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Touch Of Cherries

→ Summary: With Valentine’s Day fast approaching, your thoughtful and devoted boyfriend is determined to make it unforgettable. But when you suggest something completely unexpected like a threesome - with his best friend, no less - he’s caught entirely off guard. Shock quickly turns into curiosity, and as the day draws closer he realizes there’s a whole new side of you he can’t wait to discover.

↠ jimin x f.reader x jungkook | 6.5k words | 18+ ↠ genre: smut, romance, pwp, threesome

→ Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, explicit sex, unprotected sex, threesome, hand job, blow job, pussy eating, extreme teasing, dirty talk, edging, punishment, choking, spanking, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, breast play, nipple play, food play (candied cherries, chocolate-covered strawberries, whipped cream, ice cream), butt plugs, vibrators, vibrating cock rings, nipple clamps, flogger, feather tassel, leather paddle, blindfolds, tape, silk ties, muzzling, spit play, cum play, cumshot / faceshot, bdsm themes, dom/sub switch,dom gf!reader, bratty bbf!jungkook, submissive bf!jimin

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→ Author Note: this fic has been a very long time coming (joke intended as you will soon discover lol), it was originally meant to be released for sol’s @jamaisjoons's bon appetit collab and after several hiatuses and comebacks, it’s finally here (with major improvements and an additional 3k - you’re welcome) please enjoy this overdue and delicious valentine’s fic!!!! i'd also like to give a huge shoutout to ley @pars-ley for beta editing this for me, i appreciate you! this has been crossposted on ao3 if you prefer to read there!

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“It’s okay. Everything is okay,” you whisper, exhaling shakily as excitement builds in your chest. Tires crunch across the gravel driveway, signaling their arrival.

It’s time.

You listen as they step inside, the soft thud of their shoes hitting the floor as they exchange light conversation; their attempt to settle their nerves. It doesn’t take long before their footsteps echo down the hallway, drawing closer to the bedroom where you wait with anticipation rushing through you.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” you murmur, a slow smile playing on your lips as you meet the gaze of the two men stepping into the room. ��Both of you.”

Satisfaction hums in your chest. Jimin held up his end of the deal, all he had to do was show up on time, with Jungkook. You made sure to take care of everything else. You’re in charge tonight. Everything you say goes, and if they dare to disobey...well let’s just say they’ll soon learn what kind of punishment is in store.

Jungkook’s eyes widen, while Jimin’s breath hitches as they take in the sight before them. The sheer lingerie spills across your body, revealing just enough to keep their eyes roaming hungrily over your skin. But it’s not just you that has their attention.

Spread across the nightstands on either side of the bed are the carefully selected indulgences you’ve prepared for tonight. Trays of chocolate-covered fruit, a bottle of wine that pairs perfectly with the sweets, spray cans of whipped cream, the soft glow of candles flickering against scattered flower petals and the lingerie laid out just for them next to you. And then, of course, there’s the final temptation, a lineup of toys, waiting patiently for their turn to play.

They’re in for a delight, to say the least.

“Help yourselves to whatever you’d like, boys. I know I will,” you purr, plucking a ripe chocolate-covered strawberry from the tray. Slowly, you bring it to your lips, your teeth sinking through its tender skin. The sweet juices linger, glistening on your lips as you take your time savoring each bite.

The voice in Jimin’s head reminds him to breathe, only for him to suck in a sharp breath when you slowly part your crossed legs, offering them a glimpse of what’s hidden between them. The soft, familiar buzzing confirms his guess before his eyes even land on the sleek purple vibrator nestled inside of you. One of your favorites.

Together, your boyfriend and his best friend, watch in complete awe as your hand glides down your body, your slim fingers wrap around the base of the toy peeking through the open middle of your crotchless teddy. Giving yourself a few teasing pumps, you moan just enough to ensure you have their full, undivided attention. Then, with a satisfied sigh, you pull the toy from your slick folds and casually toss it onto the bed beside you.

“I’m ready whenever you two are.”

Jimin swallows nervously. This is really happening.

Only a short 48 hours ago, this was nothing more than a fantasy you boldly admitted. Now, here you are, waiting for him and Jungkook to make their move. He’s still somewhat shocked. You rarely request favors, so when you do, he knows they mean everything to you. And Jimin never wants to let you down.

He recalls the scenario you laid out for him…

“I’ve been thinking about what we should do for Valentine’s Day,” you begin, your voice smooth. “I have a proposition…”

Jimin barely glances away from the TV, eyes still glued to the movie you picked from some random streaming service. “What is it?” he asks, completely unaware of the bomb you’re about to drop.

You hesitate for a moment, then take a breath. It’s now or never. “I want us to have a threesome… with Jungkook.”

Silence.

Jimin blinks at the screen as if replaying your words in his head, trying to make sure he heard them right. Then, suddenly, his head snaps toward you, eyes wide. “W-wait. What did you just say…a threesome? With Jungkook?”

You nod.

He stares at you, processing. “Jungkook… as in my best friend Jungkook?” His voice is a mix of shock, curiosity, and the slightest hint of something else. Like jealousy, maybe.

“Yeah,” you confirm. “He’s the only person I can think of that we both trust. Someone who won’t judge us or look at either of us differently afterward.”

Jimin doesn’t say anything, and you aren’t sure how to take his silence. He doesn’t seem upset, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t. Anxiety creeps in, and you start picking at your fingernails while you wait for his response.

Your friends always said that if you were ever going to do this, it had to be with a stranger to keep things from getting awkward. But you’ve never understood that logic. A stranger wouldn’t respect your or Jimin’s boundaries. A stranger wouldn’t be as trustworthy or judgment-free as Jungkook.

You swallow hard. “You can say no if you hate the idea. It’s okay.”

Jimin exhales, running a hand through his hair. He wonders how long you’ve been holding onto this thought, and how many times the idea has crossed your mind before you finally built up the courage to say it aloud.

He’s never been one to shy away from something new. Experimentation has always been part of the thrill for both of you. And if this is what you really want for Valentine’s Day… who is he to deny you?

After a beat, he nods. “Yeah, sure. We’ll call him tomorrow and ask.”

“Do you have something to say, Jimin? You look a little tongue-tied,” you tease, slowly sliding off the bed. Your words snap him back into the present moment, but there’s a haze in his eyes that lingers.

He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he shakes his head.

“Good.” You flash a knowing grin, stepping between them to shut the bedroom door. “Before we get started, there are a few rules for tonight.” Your voice dips slightly, commanding their full attention. “You’re here for my pleasure. Do as I say, and the night will go smoothly. Good listeners get good rewards. Do you understand?”

They nod, but that’s not enough. You arch an eyebrow, waiting for a verbal response.

“Yes, ma’am,” Jungkook finally answers after he’s caught on, his voice thick and raspy. His response is correct, but the smirk tugging at his plush lips is not appreciated.

“Jungkook. Top off. Now.”

Turning back to the bed, you grab two carefully chosen items, a strappy leather harness, meant specifically for him, and the paddle with a heart-shaped leather tip, meant specifically for you.

You have a feeling you’ll be needing it sooner rather than later. Especially if that attitude of his sticks around…which, if you’re being honest, you kind of hope it does.

“Yes, ma’am,” he repeats, with that same infuriating smirk playing on his lips. His gaze never wavers, eyes locked intently onto yours and only breaking momentarily when he tugs his shirt over his head.

You take your time looking over his body, your eyes trailing across the sculpted ridges of his stomach, the ink etched into his skin, before finally landing on the small patch of dark hair peeking from the waistband of his low-rise jeans. You press your lips together to stifle a smile, they call them happy trails for a reason, after all.

Lifting the leather straps over his head and onto his shoulders, your fingers skim the warm expanse of his tanned skin as you guide his arms through the harness.

“I was going to wait until later for this,” you murmur, circling around him slowly, savoring the moment. “But I’d rather do it now…and enjoy it later.”

His brows knit together in confusion until he feels it. The click of the built-in handcuffs as you secure his wrists behind his back.

Realization dawns in his eyes, but he doesn’t protest. His chest rises and falls in shallow breaths as he adjusts to the restraint. Once he’s properly locked in place, you drag the tip of the paddle across the exposed patches of skin between the straps, letting it linger before delivering a swift, teasing slap to his shoulder blade.

A perfect red heart blossoms in its wake. You admire your work, running a finger lightly over the mark.

Beautiful.

“Sit on the bed and wait your turn.”

Your voice leaves no room for argument as you turn away, returning to the bed to pick up the last remaining outfit. Holding up the delicate maid uniform, you offer it to Jimin with a sultry smile.

“This one’s yours, baby.” A sweet expression graces your lips, but behind it lurks something far more sinful. You can already picture Jimin fucking you hard from behind, the frilly fabric bunched around his waist as he loses himself in you. The thought alone makes your heart rate increase.

Jimin doesn’t hesitate. He strips, slipping into the outfit before settling onto the bed beside Jungkook, both of them waiting eagerly for your next command.

“Now that you’re both dressed appropriately, let’s go over the rest of the rules.” Your gaze sweeps between them, lingering on Jungkook. There’s a glint in his eye, sharp and mischievous. He’s going to be a handful tonight.

“You will do exactly as I say. No whining, no backtalk, and no attitude.” You let the warning hang in the air before continuing.

“You’re only allowed to come at the same time as each other, and only after I do. You will refer to me as ma’am or madam. Either will suffice. And let’s be clear, there will be no sitting back and watching tonight. Your eyes will stay on me all night…but so will a part of you. Your hands, a finger, your lips, tongue, or even your cock, must be touching me.”

A sharp smack echoes through the room as you slap the paddle against your palm, savoring the way both men swallow hard at the sound. They better get used to it.

“Break any of these rules,” you continue, voice dripping with authority, “and you’ll be given a fitting punishment of my choosing.” You take a slow, deliberate turn, gesturing to the array of playthings laid out around you. “There are plenty of options…and I won’t hesitate to use them.”

Jimin bites back a smile, secretly reveling in the dominatrix side of you that’s fully emerging tonight. He always knew you liked to experiment and switch things up, but this? This is something else entirely.

And he loves it. Loves watching you take control, loves discovering this new side of you that’s commanding, unapologetic, and entirely irresistible.

“Lastly,” you continue, your voice smooth yet firm, “If anything becomes too much, use the word ‘yellow’ so I know to ease up. If you’re uncomfortable at any point, say ‘red,’ and I’ll stop immediately. Got it?”

Their quick nods are followed by a synchronized, “Yes, madam.”

“Good.”

Without hesitation, you grip the delicate, ruffled collar of Jimin’s maid dress and yank him toward you, crashing your lips together, your tongue sliding against his.

As your lips move to his neck, you slip a hand beneath the short hem of his dress, fingers finding his throbbing length with ease. A slow, teasing stroke has him gasping, his body already betraying him.

“How does that feel, baby?” you whisper against his skin, punctuating your words with gentle bites along the curve where his shoulder meets lace.

Jimin mewls into your ear as you stroke him, his breathing turning ragged, his hips subtly bucking into your touch. He’s close—so close—but you won’t let him have it. Not yet.

Your grip tightens around his shaft, thumb circling the sensitive head just enough to make him tremble. A surprised gasp escapes his lips, but before he can beg for more, you pull away entirely.

His frustrated whimper only fuels your desire.

You do it again, bringing him to the very edge and making his whole body tense with anticipation, only to snatch it away at the last second.

The night is just getting started, and Jimin is already at your mercy. Exactly where you want him.

Shifting your attention to Jungkook, who has been waiting far too patiently on the bed, you slide your hand down to his zipper, pulling it down with deliberate slowness. His jeans slide to his knees, exposing thick, tense thighs that flex beneath your fingertips as you trail them up toward the outline of his growing arousal, straining behind the fabric of his briefs.

Your fingers dip just beneath the waistband, teasing just enough to send a ripple of goosebumps across his skin before you tug the fabric down, freeing him completely.

“Mmm, you look more than ready for me,” you murmur, eyes flicking up to meet his. “Tell me, do you want my hands on you?”

Jungkook nods frantically, desperation written all over his face.

A devilish smile tugs at your lips as you lean in, lips hovering just inches from his aching length. You blow a soft stream of air against it, watching with satisfaction as his abs flex in response.

“What about my mouth?” you purr, voice dripping with mischief. “Would you like that?”

His chest rises and falls with heavy, uneven breaths. “Fuck, yes. I want it all,” he groans, already on edge.

You let a single finger trail along the prominent vein running up his shaft, barely touching him, yet it’s enough to make him shiver. You can feel how hard he’s fighting to stay still, to not thrust into your teasing touch.

“Fuck,” he gasps, his tattooed hands gripping the sheets.

You ignore his frustration, turning instead to Jimin, who is watching with wide, hungry eyes.

“Tell me what to do to him,” you command smoothly.

Jimin blinks, caught off guard. “You…want me to tell you?”

“Yes, baby,” you coo, tilting your head, daring him to defy you. “Or do you have a problem with my demand?”

“N-no, ma’am,” he stammers, quickly shaking his head. Then, after a brief hesitation, his voice turns more confident. “No hands,” he instructs, watching you carefully. “Do whatever you want, just don’t use your hands.”

A wicked grin spreads across your lips. You love a challenge.

Obliging, you lower yourself between Jungkook’s thighs, letting your tongue flick out to deliver the lightest kitten lick along his length. It’s so brief, so teasing, yet powerful enough to make his whole body tense. You repeat the motion, each barely-there touch making him groan in frustration, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

And you? You’re just getting started. But, if you’re being honest, you could use a little attention yourself.

"Hmm. I don’t think this is working for me," you muse, pushing yourself to your feet with a sigh of faux disappointment. Your gaze sharpens as you look down at Jungkook. "Move up against the headboard."

He obeys without question, shuffling back until his toned back meets the plush pillows, kicking off the last of the fabric clinging to his ankles. His darkened, lust-filled eyes track your every movement.

You crawl forward on your hands and knees, slipping between his legs until your body is back in its previous position, your breath warm against his heated skin.

"Jimin?" you purr, flicking your tongue out to tease the thick head of Jungkook’s length, reveling in the way his thighs tense beneath you. "Be a doll and fuck me with those gorgeous fingers of yours while I take my time enjoying your friend a little longer."

Positioning himself behind you, he kneels on the bed, his fingertips grazing the outer curve of your thigh before trailing up to your perfectly round ass. A shiver runs through you at his touch. His other hand slides between your legs, and he sinks two slender fingers into your slick heat, curling them just right.

A deep moan vibrates against Jungkook’s length as Jimin expertly finds that sweet spot, sending pleasure coursing through your body.

Jungkook’s hips jerk involuntarily from the sensation, a sharp curse slipping past his lips as his hands struggle against his restraints, tossing his head back in frustration. Fuck.

You lift your mouth off his length, glancing over your shoulder to meet Jimin’s gaze. His dark eyes lock onto yours, a silent challenge flickering between you as he pushes another finger inside, stretching you just right. Your walls greedily suck him in, and a shuddered moan escapes your lips.

Jungkook whimpers from the lack of contact, his frustration evident. “Why’d you stop?”

Turning back to him, you smirk, reaching for a very particular item from the nightstand. Your fingers curl around it as you hold his gaze, letting the anticipation build.

Jungkook watches you carefully, his brows lifting. “What are you doing with that?”

“You’re about to find out,” you purr, slipping the item between your lips before lowering yourself back down, wrapping your mouth around his cock once more. Jimin’s challenge of ‘no hands’ is getting more exciting by the second.

With precision, you use your tongue and teeth to guide the silicone ring down to the base of his thick length. Then, biting down ever so slightly, you activate the vibration setting, satisfied when a deep, shuddering gasp rips from Jungkook’s throat.

His muscles tense as the low hum of pleasure courses through him, and his fingers tighten into the pillow behind him. But before he can fully revel in it, your voice cuts through his haze.

“Since you seem to forget that I’m in charge, asking all those questions, now you get to deal with that.” Your eyes flick down to the vibrating cock ring squeezing around him, your smirk widening. “But don’t you dare come. Not until I say so.”

You glance back at your boyfriend, humming in approval at the way he’s looking at you so hungry, desperate, completely at your mercy. Perfect.

“Do you want a taste?” you ask, tilting your head, fully aware of the effect you have on him.

Jimin swallows hard, nodding eagerly. “Yes, madam. I want to taste your sweet cunt so fucking badly. Please, let me eat you until you come all over my face, sweetheart.”

A wicked grin spreads across your lips. “Okay,” you tease, dragging it out, “but only because you begged so nicely.”

Jimin’s gaze locks onto your glistening heat, his breath hitching at the sight of his fingers stretching you open. His tongue darts out to wet his lips before he leans in, running a slow, deliberate lick up your slit before plunging inside, tasting you at the source.

A shudder rushes over you, a breathless moan slipping past your lips as your head tips back. Your fingers grip the sheets as you press your hips back into his face, encouraging him to go deeper. Jimin always eats you so damn good, knowing exactly what you need.

Your eyes snap back down to Jungkook, who looks absolutely wrecked. His jaw clenched, his chest heaving, every muscle in his body tense as he fights to stay in control. His cock twitches against the vibrating ring, the mix of pleasure and torment etched across his face. It suits him.

Jimin groans against your heat, sending another pulse of pleasure up your spine. One of his hands presses onto your lower back, making you arch your ass up to give him a better angle to pleasure you. Lowering his lips until they’re wrapped around your clit, he sucks hard and just like that, you’re done for.

Your body locks up as waves of pleasure crash over you, and through the haze of your orgasm, your gaze remains locked onto Jungkook who’s fighting for his life.

The sight of you unraveling is the hottest thing Jungkook has ever seen. It’s a miracle he’s still holding on, every muscle in his body coiled tight as he fights the urge to spill right then and there.

As you come down from your high, you reach down to switch off the cock ring, your breath still uneven. “A little relief for being such a good boy,” you murmur, stroking a soothing hand over his thigh.

Jungkook jerks at the abrupt change in sensation, his hips bucking slightly as the relentless vibration disappears. He lets out a shaky breath when you slide the ring off entirely, finally freeing him from its torment.

“Gentlemen,” you sigh dramatically, stretching out your limbs like a satisfied cat. “I think it’s time for a little break, don’t you?”

The looks they give you are nothing short of incredulous, equal parts frustration and utter disbelief. If their expressions could talk, they’d be screaming: Are you fucking serious?

Biting back a smirk, you gesture toward the tray of sweets on the nearby table. “Jimin, darling, bring that over and come sit with us. You’ve earned it.”

With an exaggerated pout but no protest, Jimin obliges, settling onto the bed beside you with the tray in hand.

You move behind Jungkook, your fingers skillfully working to unbuckle the leather cuffs securing his wrists. As soon as he's freed, he flexes his hands, rolling his shoulders with a deep breath, though the tension in his body remains.

Without missing a beat, you lean over to the nightstand, effortlessly topping off your own glass of wine before pouring generous servings for the two men. They watch you closely, still on edge, their need simmering just beneath the surface.

Jimin takes his glass with a quiet "Thank you, madam," his voice husky, while Jungkook accepts his with a smirk, though his fingers tighten around the stem.

You take a slow sip, savoring the deep flavor. "Drink up, boys," you murmur, tilting your glass toward them in a mock toast. "You'll need your strength."

Jungkook follows your suit, taking a long sip and exhaling heavily. “I don’t know what I expected tonight, but this…This has surpassed every fantasy I could’ve ever imagined.”

“Same here—” Jimin starts, only for his words to be cut off as you press a candied cherry between his lips. You do the same to Jungkook before he can get another word in.

Jungkook chews and narrows his eyes. “What was that for?”

Your lips curl into a playful smirk. “Your mouth was running, so I found something to fill it.”

His eyes darken as you pluck another cherry from the tray, holding it up just out of his reach, teasing. He licks his lips, gaze locked on you with an intensity that sends a delicious shiver down your spine.

You pop the cherry between your lips, slowly pulling the stem free with your teeth, and flick your tongue over the sweet juice left behind.

Jungkook groans. “You’re really pushing it, madam.”

Your smirk widens as you lean in close, lips just barely grazing his. “Oh, sweetheart,” you purr, voice dripping with promise. “We’re only getting started. Open wide,” you murmur, a wicked grin curling at your lips.

Jungkook watches you intently as you press another plump candied cherry against his parted lips. He accepts it without hesitation, tongue flicking against the fruit before swallowing it whole. But when you bring a third to his mouth, he hesitates, mischief flickering in his gaze.

“Jungkook…” your voice drops, a subtle warning laced in your tone. “Be a good boy and open your mouth.”

His lips twitch into something resembling defiance. His gaze holds yours, heavy with challenge, before he slowly shakes his head.

“Jungkook,” you warn again, firmer this time.

This time, he takes the cherry between his teeth only to spit it out a second later, his deep chuckle filling the space between you. His amusement is short-lived, though, because the way your eyes darken in disbelief tells him he’s just sealed his fate.

“That,” you murmur, tilting your head as you climb off his lap, “was not very nice.” Your steps are slow, and deliberate as you move across the room, fingers trailing over your carefully selected array of playthings. “What a waste of a perfectly good cherry.”

Jungkook swallows hard, watching with pleasurable anticipation as you finally settle on your choice and turn back toward the bed.

He knows he’s in trouble.

Jimin does his best to stifle his laugh, Kook really should have known better than to piss you off.

The sharp rip of duct tape slicing through the air fills the room, the sound alone enough to send a shiver down Jungkook’s spine. Before he can react, you press the strip firmly over his lips, sealing his defiance beneath a layer of unyielding silver.

His nostrils flare as he exhales sharply, eyes locked onto yours, dark with intrigue. Even now, with his mouth effectively muzzled, amusement dares you to push him further.

Smirking, you tilt your head. Oh, he has no idea what he’s just started.

Your fingers trace the edge of the red leather flogger before gripping it firmly, watching Jungkook with a wicked gleam in your eyes.

“Perhaps the tape isn’t enough," you muse, dragging the leather strands along his shoulder before stepping back. "Get on your hands and knees.”

Jimin, catching on quickly, quietly returns the fruit tray to the dresser while Jungkook sets aside his wine, following your command without protest.

You trail the flogger lightly down his spine before striking, the sharp slap of leather meeting skin echoes through the room. His muscles tense, a hiss slipping through his taped lips while his cock twitches below. Another hit, this time across the curve of his ass, pulls a deep, guttural noise from his throat.

“Do you remember the colors I told you earlier?" you ask, pausing to give him a moment to breathe. "If you want me to stop, what do you say?”

He hums dramatically, tilting his head as if in deep thought. “Hmm…Purple?” He answers, his voice muffled by the tape.

You deliver another swift strike, smirking when his back arches slightly from the intensity.

Once you feel he’s had enough, you set the flogger aside, running a soothing hand down his back before giving his hip a light tap. “Sit up.”

Jungkook obeys, his chest rising and falling heavily.

“Are you done misbehaving?” you question.

He nods his head yes, though you have a feeling this won’t be the last time he acts up tonight.

Satisfied for the time being, you reach forward and peel the tape from his lips, smoothing your thumb over his jawline after discarding it.

“Good,” you purr, letting your fingers linger for just a moment before pulling away. “Let’s see if you can be a good boy now.”

You let the delicate straps of your lace teddy slip from your shoulders, guiding the sheer fabric down your curves before it pools at your feet. The cool air kisses your exposed skin, but it’s the way both men’s gazes darken with a hunger that sends a deeper shiver through you. Your nipples harden under their unwavering eyes.

Slowly, teasingly, you trail your hands over your body, cupping your breasts with feigned innocence and a wicked gleam in your eyes. “Are you ready to play some more?” you coo.

“Yes, madam,” they respond in unison, shifting toward the edge of the bed.

Grabbing the can of whipped cream, you shake it with a devilish smirk before standing between them, tilting the nozzle to coat your soft mounds in a cool, milky-sweet layer.

“Then devour me,” you command.

They don’t hesitate. Jimin's plush lips latch onto one breast, his tongue lapping at the sweetness while Jungkook tastes the other, groaning as he sucks and nibbles at the pebbled peak. The contrast between the cold cream and the wet heat of their mouths sends a shudder through your spine.

Your breath hitches, a gasp slipping from your lips as their tongues work in sync, licking away every last trace of the treat. Fingers dig into their hair, gripping, guiding—your eyes fluttering shut, rolling back as waves of pleasure ripple through your body.

They’re not just indulging in dessert.

They’re feasting.

Jimin, lost in the moment, accidentally bites down a little too hard on your nipple out of habit. The sharp sensation makes you gasp, and he immediately pulls back, eyes wide with regret.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” he says quickly, his lips parting as if he wants to soothe the sting with soft kisses.

You tilt his chin up with a single finger, your lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. “Careful, baby,” you tease, trailing your nails down his chest. “I’d hate to have to punish you for something so eager.”

His breath hitches, but he nods in understanding, waiting for your next move.

With that, you grab one of his favorite silk ties from the collection you had set out earlier, the smooth fabric gliding between your fingers as you fold it into a blindfold. Wrapping it securely around his eyes, you take a moment to admire how his plump lips part slightly as he adjusts to the loss of sight.

He secretly loves having his senses heightened. With his vision stolen, every touch is intensified. You trail a feather tassel along his throat, teasing the sensitive skin of his collarbone. He shivers, his head tilting slightly, exposing more of his skin for you.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” you murmur, watching the way his body tenses under your control.

He nods, swallowing hard, his anticipation thickening the air between you.

Satisfied, you shift lower, enclosing your warm, damp mouth around his length. The sudden heat makes his hips jerk, and you hum in approval, suctioning around him while your hand tightens around the base. His breath comes out in sharp, uneven pants, hands curling into fists at his sides.

Coming up for air, you lick your lips and reach for the next delicious indulgence, something meant to be savored.

The melted ice cream glides from the spoon in a slow, tantalizing drizzle, spilling across his lower abs. The cold shocks his overheated skin, and he sucks in a sharp breath at the contrast. His cock twitches in your grip, responding involuntarily to the mixture of sensations, the edge of pleasure just out of reach.

“Poor baby,” you coo, dragging your tongue over the sweet mess. “How did that get here?”

You drag your tongue in a slow, deliberate line across his navel, cleaning up the last remnants of the melted drizzle. The taste of cream lingers on your lips as you straighten up, now towering over his seated figure.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

Jimin obeys without hesitation and extends his tongue, awaiting whatever you have planned. You scoop up a spoonful of the softened ice cream and let it drop onto his waiting tongue. He hums, but before he can fully savor it, you take a bite yourself.

Leaning in, you press your lips against his, parting them effortlessly as you spit the sweet, half-melted treat into his mouth.

“Swallow.”

You watch with twisted satisfaction as his Adam’s apple bobs, his throat working to obey your command. He lets out a shaky exhale once it’s down, his chest rising and falling heavily.

“Alright,” you grin, stepping back pleased, “You’ve both been behaving very well.” You untie Jimin’s blindfold, his lashes fluttering as he adjusts to the light, before climbing onto the bed next to Jungkook, who is already pumping his throbbing length with impatient strokes.

“It’s both of your turn to have me however you want.”

They exchange a glance, a silent agreement passing between them in a way that makes your stomach tighten with anticipation.

Jungkook moves first, rolling you onto your stomach before effortlessly hiking you up onto your hands and knees. His strong hands grip your hips, positioning you exactly how he wants you. Behind you, he kneels between your legs, his thick cock pressing teasingly against your entrance.

Jimin moves to the other side of the bed, standing in front of you, his length bobbing in front of your parted lips. He strokes himself slowly, watching you with hunger.

Jungkook hesitates for a second, glancing up at Jimin, who gives him a small nod of encouragement. That’s all he needs. With one swift motion, he pushes his cock deep into your slick heat, filling you to the hilt.

A deep moan escapes you, but it’s quickly muffled as Jimin presses his flushed tip against your lips. You eagerly take him in, your mouth stretching around his thickness as he groans in pleasure.

Jimin’s frilly maid dress tickles your face with every thrust, the delicate lace too proper for the filthy scene unfolding.

Jungkook’s grip tightens on your hips, his arm veins straining as he pounds into your dangerously addictive cunt, each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure through your trembling body.

Between them, you’re completely at their mercy and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Jimin stretches your jaw wide, pushing deeper until your throat tightens around him, triggering an involuntary gag. His husky moan sends shivers down your spine as your teary eyes flutter shut, surrendering to the intoxicating mix of pleasure and submission.

Behind you, Jungkook’s grip on your hips tightens as he buries himself deeper inside your wet heat, drawing ragged breaths from both of you.

They’re both getting closer—too close.

With a wicked smirk, you pull away from Jimin’s cock, a thin string of saliva still connecting you as you take a deep breath. “Time to switch.”

Jimin barely has time to register your words before you press against his chest, pushing him down onto the mattress. His body melts into the sheets, chest rising and falling as you swing a leg over his hips and sink down onto his length in one smooth motion.

“Fuck,” he groans, head tilting back as he disappears inside your tight warmth.

Your fingers wrap delicately around his throat, it’s just enough pressure to remind him who’s in charge. His hazy, lust-blown eyes lock onto yours, completely at your mercy as you ride him, rolling your hips with a slow, deliberate rhythm that has him clawing at the sheets.

Jungkook isn’t far behind, pressing his solid frame against your back, his lips grazing the shell of your ear as he murmurs, “You love making us suffer, don’t you?” His words send a delicious shudder through you, and you reach behind to wrap your fingers around his neglected cock, pumping him lazily while keeping your pace on Jimin agonizingly slow.

Their breathing grows erratic, their bodies trembling beneath your touch. You know they’re both close again, teetering on the edge. But you’re not done tormenting them just yet.

Without warning, you release Jungkook from your grip and lift yourself off Jimin, leaving them both empty and desperate. Again.

“No. Fuck,” Jimin breathes, frustration laced in his voice. He stands up to follow you back toward the dresser, trying to drag you back to the bed. “You’re insane.”

You cock your head, unimpressed with his choice of words. “That’s not the right way to address me, is it?”

Jimin’s lips part, an apology forming, but his voice catches in his throat when he sees what’s now in your hand. His pupils dilate as you flick open the bottle of lube, letting the cool liquid drizzle onto the metal tip of the plug.

“Do you trust me?” you ask, voice softer now.

His chest rises and falls with anticipation before he nods. “Always.”

“Then bend over for me, beautiful.”

Jimin hesitantly hikes up his frilly maid dress, exposing his flawless skin as he leans against the bed for support. His breath hitches as you trail your fingers down the elegant curve of his spine, reveling in the way his body shivers under your touch. Pressing the chilled plug against his tight entrance, you smirk at the sharp inhale he takes, his muscles instinctively clenching at the new sensation.

“Take a deep breath and relax for me,” you whisper, your free hand smoothing over his lower back in reassurance.

Delicately, you guide the plug into place, his body lightly trembling with every small increment. A sharp gasp slips past his parted lips, followed by a shaky exhale as he adjusts to the stretch.

“That’s it,” you murmur, rubbing soothing circles over his hips. “Good boy.”

A scoff from behind you makes your head snap toward Jungkook.“Don’t be a baby, dude,” he teases, his ink-covered arms crossed over his chest, a smug grin tugging at his lips.

You narrow your eyes, unamused. “The sass never ends, does it?”

Before he can retort, you grab a cherry from the tray and shove it into his insolent mouth, silencing him. He glares at you, cheeks puffed out as he chews. But you’re not done with him yet. Swiftly, you retrieve the nipple clamps you’d set aside earlier and, before he can protest, attach them to his already sensitive buds. His cock twitches violently, his smirk wiped clean as a strangled moan escapes his throat.

Satisfied, you turn your attention back to Jimin, who is now fully adjusted and watching you with dark, hooded eyes. He licks his lips, stepping forward to press his body against yours from behind. You arch into his touch as he guides his length to your dripping entrance, the blunt tip pressing insistently at your folds before he sinks in with a deep, unrestrained groan.

Jungkook watches intently, still seated at the edge of the bed, his thighs tense as he palms himself in frustration with the taste of cherries still on his tongue. But you’re not about to let him get off so easily. Reaching down, you press your vibrator beneath the head of his throbbing cock, holding it in place with a featherlight touch. His entire body jolts, and a deep, guttural moan rips from his chest.

“Stay still,” you warn him.

Jimin picks up the pace, his hands gripping your waist with bruising intensity as he fucks into you from behind, his thrusts growing more desperate.

The relentless pleasure building between you all is dizzying. Your vision blurs as the coil in your stomach snaps, waves of white-hot heat crashing over you. A wrecked cry spills from your lips, your entire body convulsing around Jimin’s cock.

Jungkook grits his teeth, his chest heaving. “Are you close?” he asks his friend, “I can’t hold back much longer.” Obeying your rule—they have to cum together.

“I’m there, I’m there,” Jimin shudders, his nails digging into your sides as he reaches his peak, his release spilling deep inside you with a choked moan.

Jungkook doesn’t last a second longer. His hips jerk violently, and with a hoarse groan, he spills across your face in thick, hot ropes, his body trembling from the intensity.

Jimin, still buried inside you, watches the scene before him with heavy-lidded admiration. He’s always loved a good creampie moment. With a wicked smirk, he reaches down, gathering his own release on his fingers before massaging it into your already messy, leaking folds.

“You look so fucking good like this,” he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to your shoulder.

Jungkook, still panting, leans back on his elbows, his chest rising and falling in the aftermath of his release. His dark eyes, heavy with post-orgasm bliss, flicker between you and Jimin. Feeling a little bold, he lets out a breathless chuckle and admits to his best friend, “She always does.”

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notjustjavierpena · 2 years ago

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Candy

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A/N: A shameless addition to the DILF!Joel universe. This is PWP, enjoy!

Summary: Another sexcapade in Joel’s bed. Lazy day filled with sex.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader/you (no y/n)

Tags: +18 Smut (MDNI!), PIV sex, unprotected sex, riding, face-sitting, fingering, pussy-eating, dirty talk, Joel smacks your ass, reader is a little insecure about her body

Word count: 2.2k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48297466

Candy

Sometimes you and Joel sneak off to your house, telling everyone that you’re going grocery shopping or something just as mundane, just to get it on like teenagers in your still new bed. Sometimes, when Sarah is at a friend’s house, you have Joel’s house to yourself. This time is the latter, and you feel grateful for the lack of a time frame for your sexcapades.

It gives Joel time to really warm you up, take his time, go slow, then fast and then slow again. It’s times for living off of bottled water, ice cream from the tub and having multiple orgasms, placing the tub between your thighs to enjoy the cool it radiates as it soothes your spent cunt.

You’re sitting in Joel’s bed like this now; legs spread out in front of you, tub of strawberry ice cream between your thighs and Joel cross-legged in front of you, one hand on each of your shins, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs into your calves. You’ve been screwing for hours by now.

You feed him a spoonful, practically glowing with all the dopamine flowing through you from your brain to your body. Your heart rate is slightly elevated too but it could be just from looking at him; broad shoulders, naked chest and black boxers. His hair is a mess from how many times you’ve carded your fingers through it, but you swear that you like it much better this way.

“You okay?” He asks after swallowing, reaching for the bottle of water on his night stand. He takes a large sip, offers it to you but you shake your head.

“Fine, just horny and tired… sore,” you say the last word with a smirk whilst digging out the last few bites from the ice cream tub, scraping thoroughly along the sides. You set the empty container aside, “I’ll get a tummy if we keep spending time like this between fucking though.”

“I’d like you even more with a cute little belly,” Joel rolls his eyes at your self-deprecating comment, yanks a little at your legs to signal what he wants; you scoot forward on your bottom to sit closer to him and drape your legs over his hips. He reaches up to cradle your face, pulls you in for a kiss that’s cold from the strawberry ice cream.

“Yeah? You would like that?” You smile against his mouth, and he places his palms on the globes of your ass and drags you flush against him until you’re chest to chest.

“I’d fucking love it,” he rasps before he devours your mouth once more. He tastes deliciously sweet of strawberries and cream, making you lick into his mouth with a newfound passion for making out. You suck at his tongue to make him growl for more, spurring him on to hoist you up into his lap until he can slide underneath your body so you’re straddling him.

“Up. Guess ice cream wasn’t enough,” he says with a pat to your lower back, hinting with his eyes whilst pushing you forward. You know what that means, swallowing thickly before crawling forwards, past his chest until you’re hovering your naked pussy above his face.

You find yourself trembling and use the headboard to steady yourself, feeling Joel’s breath against your cunt and the way it hitches when you look down to find his eyes. You have wanted to ride his face all day, wondering when you’d be desperate enough for it to ask but this is perfect. He is perfect.

“Sit, and don’t take those eyes off me. Want to see you come,” he commands and when you don’t instantly follow orders, he curls two strong hands around your thighs and yanks you down onto his mouth. You take a proper seat, his tongue along your slit and his nose against your clit. It earns him a long, shaky and dragged-out moan.

Whilst looking down at him, you start to feel the first movements of his slick tongue. It slides between your folds, picks up your arousal on its way before wiggling slightly. Joel tenses it up until he can slip the tip of the muscle inside of you, fucking your cunt open in the most obscene way. You’re dripping onto his mouth and chin, wetting his scruff.

“Fuck, baby,” you moan softly, staring down into his darkened eyes and starting to grind down on the arch of his nose. Occasionally, the tip of his nose catches on your clit and nearly has you flying forwards, “Fuck, fuck, hah, fuck Joel.”

He bobs his head too to grind his face into you, determined to not let you do all the work despite how much you know he loves when you use him. His tongue slips from you, and you can feel spit and slick drip from you and add to the shine that’s already on his face.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby,” he mutters underneath you and makes your pussy clench in interest of more, “Fuckin’ love when she gushes on my face.”

Joel’s hands push you around after that, steers you with little care, seeming merciless in his state of hunger, until he can lap directly on your clit before closing his lips around it. Oh God, you think, he is determined today.

Your hands grip harder at the headboard, turning your knuckles white when he sucks hard enough to cause just a little pain amongst all the pleasure. It makes your eyes flutter closed, thighs shake and mouth hanging open in a silent moan.

With a crack, one of his hands comes down onto the fleshiest part of your ass in a stinging smack. Your eyes fly open in surprise and you moan pathetically as you feel your pussy clamping down on nothing.

“I told you to look at me,” he says, releasing you with a pop and relenting for a moment to speak, “Keep those eyes on me while I eat your pretty pussy.”

“Yes— s-sorry, Joel, please,” you release the headboard carefully, but only to slide your fingers through his hair instead, ready to yank, “It won’t happen again, baby. Please. Make me come on your face.”

Joel lets out a pleased sigh as you scratch your nails through his hair.

“Is this okay, baby?” You ask sweetly, referring to your fingers in his hair, but also starting to move on his mouth again.

Joel spanks you again without warning. It stings more this time, but he is back to eating you out before you have time to react, and, additionally, whatever smart thing you want to say disappears from your mind as you lose the connection between your brain and your mouth. It’s all gibberish.

You feel the hand on your ass slide down between your thighs which are shaking at this point, giving him signs of how close you are. He slips a finger inside your cunt, adding a second one only after a few pumps, working you from the outside and the inside.

It’s too much when he rubs against your g-spot, curling his fingers as if to coax your orgasm to come. You yank his hair then, coming on his mouth with a sob and forcing yourself to stare down into his eyes despite wanting to squeeze your own shut. It feels so good. You clamp down on his fingers and Joel holds them still against your g-spot, sucking your relentlessly throbbing clit through your high.

With ragged breath, you push yourself off of him and he lets you. You scoot back to sit in his lap, wet and spent cunt soaking through the fabric of his boxers when you settle there. It takes you a moment to find his gaze again, too busy with feeling his generous, but unfortunately clothed, length against you. Soon, you remind yourself.

Though when you see his whole face again, you gasp audibly; Joel’s eyes are hazy, satisfied and black with desire. His chin, nose and mouth are covered with your slick to the point where he is pornographic to look at, but the best thing is the boyish grin that he sports.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you scold playfully, placing your palms on his chest and scratching a little.

“You taste like fucking candy,” he licks his lips for show, then sucks the fingers that he has had inside of you clean one by one. It makes you impatiently squirm in his lap.

“Better than strawberry ice cream?” You ask, scooting down even further to tuck at the hem of his boxers and reveal his cock, now an angry red color from being neglected too long. You are too lazy to take his underwear all the way off, settling the hem below his balls.

“Better than strawberry ice cream,” he repeats to confirm, looking down at where your hands are now stroking him lazily, “You already ready for more? Greedy of you.”

“Greedy for you, you mean, Mr. Miller,” you correct him and get onto your knees, moving until you feel the head of his cock, slick with precome, nudge at your slit.

The boyish grin fades with that comment, followed by a soft sigh and then Joel’s jaw goes slack as you start sinking down. He places his hands on your hips once more, thumbs pressing down into your hip bones to angle your pelvis.

“Fuck, right there…” You groan, leaning your head back a little as the tip of his dick pokes against your g-spot. You bottom out and it’s amazing to feel your sensitive walls stretched out around his cock, sucking him in the rest of the way with how wet he has made you. When you’ve gotten used to him, you lift yourself up to sink back down again, but just once, wanting him to lose control with you, smack your ass again, “Want me to come on your cock too? Mouth not enough?”

“You better, sweetheart, m-mouth ain’t never enough— oh fuck, I want you to milk my come into your tight cunt,” his eyes glaze over as you start up the first rolls of your hips, drawing a relieved moan from the man’s throat. He has been so good at waiting for you, so you start up a rhythm that is anything but teasing to reward his patience.

When you have him panting underneath you, you decide to take it even further and put on a show for him. You bounce in his lap, your hands going up your body to squeeze your own tits. You press them together as you ride him in earnest, then release them with a moan and catch him hungrily watching as they bounce back into place.

“Fuck, baby,” you keen when his hips snap up into yours for the first time. He grips your fleshy thighs heatedly, smacks them, forces you down on his dick every time you lift yourself off. You reward him with a chant of his name, breathless and bordering on religious worship, “God, you fuck me so well. Joel. Make me come.”

He suddenly sits up and keeps you moving in unison, cups your jaw and pulls your mouth towards his own with desperation in the noises he makes for you. It’s generous to call it a kiss as it is rather a filthy clash of teeth and tongues. You try to say his name again, but he eats it from your hungry mouth, right off your tongue, before you manage to get it out.

When he pulls away to suck in a much-needed breath, you lean back in his lap and reach behind yourself to rest a hand on his thigh. It makes you able to speed up, grind against his pelvis and gain stimulation to your clit that sends sparks throughout your lower body.

“Come for me,” he says lowly, one arm wrapping around your waist to support you and the other groping your ass obscenely. He smacks it again, and your orgasm ripples through your body in the next moment and has you keening loudly, “Thaaaat’s it… Attagirl, there you are.”

You clench rhythmically around Joel’s dick and there are a few more snaps of his hips before he pushes up into you and pulls you down onto him simultaneously. He lets out a groan from the back of his throat, spilling inside of you and causing you to gasp pathetically at the feel of warmth spreading inside your pussy.

“You’ve got me spellbound, baby,” he rests his head against your shoulder when he dares speak again.

“Yeah? Changed your life with this pussy?” You tease, voice exhausted. You can feel him smile against your skin.

“Possibly,” he moves slowly and then pulls out of you with a grunt. He lies down again, pulling you down with him by your upper arm until you are lying with your face in the crook of his neck, giggling softly.

“We should order pizza for dinner,” you think out loud.

“Didn’t you just complain about getting a tummy?” Joel rolls his eyes but reaches to sprawl a hand over your stomach, “Women.”

“You said you’d love me with a tummy,” you argue with a playful slap to his chest but making up for it by kissing along his jaw, “That may be a good enough reason for me.”

“Pizza then.”

“I’ll just buy bigger jeans.”

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lifeafterartsch00l · 10 months ago

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My fav sns smut

or some of it anyway

If Naruto x Sasuke fking nasty is your ☕️

I tried to find all these beloved authors to tag them, but I couldn’t find them all, if you know who they are, plz tag them! Let’s share the ❤️

In no particular order

Healing the Broken by KizuKatana

When people tell me about smut they read in printed books I’m like

Because it’s fics like these that amaze me with their ingenuity, creativity, originality, and boldness 🔥🔥🔥

AKA

This fic isn’t just PWP (although that’s fine too in my book), it’s so well written with character development, action & romance ❤️‍🔥 Predators by the same author is also excellent 👌🏽

Thx u @kizukatana 😊

“Chapters: 23/23

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Underage

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto

Characters: Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke

Additional Tags: Angst, SPOILERS MANGA CHAPTER 693, Drug Use, sex during drug use, Canon-Typical Violence, canon!sasuke, canon!naruto, Addiction, Slash, narusasunaru, Fix-It, my version of how it should have ended, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, NSFW, Smut

Series: Part 1 of HTB universe

Summary: The war is over, and Sasuke is brought back to the village after his defeat by Naruto. But he is struggling to re-assimilate into the village. As his mental stability continues to erode, Tsunade and Kakashi ask Naruto to try a different treatment method. Naruto x Sasuke (slash - boy x boy). Post manga chapter 693.

Warning: Hard Yaoi (Boy x Boy) language, angst, mental illness, substance abuse, masturbation, eventual sex. Not appropriate for young readers. 18+

Disclaimer - As with everything I write on this site, I don't own the characters (Kishimoto does), and I make no money. My only payment is in reviews.

Spanish Translation by Linme (thank you!) “

[doujinshi] My Lost Himawari by SouthNorthSound

Me, to the artist (and English translator) of this visually stunning and well written doujinshi -

Seriously. It’s amazing. The visual metaphors. The angst. The way the artist can simply draw a single panel of a close-up Uchiha eye that is so outrageously sultry and sexy I don’t understand 🥵 one of the extra chapters unlocked something in me (the dream one). Bonus that it’s also really funny & has a lot of respect/empathy for its women characters too! If anyone knows who this artist plz let me know I would like to follow them until the end of the world ❤️ the ending healed me 💔

EDIT HOLY S*** GUYS I FOUND THE TRANSLATOR & ARTIST ON TUMBLR

Thx u @southnorthsound 😭❤️🫡🙇🏻‍♀️

Thx u @gigihorseinthehouse 😭 I love you I low key think you’re a genius ok sorry bye 👉🏽👈🏽

"https://archiveofourown.org/works/36581581

[doujinshi] My Lost Himawari by SouthNorthSound

Chapters: 60/60

Fandom: Naruto, Boruto: Naruto Next Generations

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto

Characters: Uchiha Sasuke, Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura, Hyuuga Hinata, Uchiha Sarada, Uzumaki Boruto, Uzumaki Himawari, Hatake Kakashi, Nara Shikamaru, Temari (Naruto), Nara Shikadai, Akimichi Chouchou, Gaara (Naruto)

Additional Tags: Fanart, Fan Comics, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, SasuNaru - Freeform, NaruSasu - Freeform, Translation, Doujinshi, Fix-It, how it should have ended, Angst, If you don’t understand how they ended up like that in Boruto READ THIS, Poetic, comedic, Loyal to canon, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, NSFW Art, Sex

Summary: A love story consists of different perspectives and different memories. It’s about saudade / realization / entanglement / out of control / hope / restart

Chapter700 background

Warning: adult content in extra chapters

Fan comics, doujinshi. It's highly recommended to read it on big screens such as iPad or PC. So you can see details about their facial expressions

One of the best Naruto fanart I’ve ever seen. So I translated it ❤”

Inevitablity by Sanauria_Maldhun

If the answer is

A) Yes

B) Kinda

C) Mind your own business rando internet pervert

Congrats all answers are correct = GO READ IT PLZ

Possessive & desperate 🥵 super gay, delicious angst, really hot 🔥 very enjoyable - fun tropes, everything hits just right, utter perfection ❤️ I’m not saying a lot because I don’t want to give away spoilers 😍

I couldn’t find this author on tumblr, plz tag in the comments if you know who they are!

“Chapters: 4/4

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura/Yamanaka Ino

Characters: Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke, Yamanaka Ino, Haruno Sakura

Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, (between Ino and Naruto), Mutual Pining, Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Banter, Domesticity, Pining, Naruto is so in love, and doesn't know how to handle his Feelings, Jealousy, Jealous Sasuke, Jealous Sakura, Post-Chapter 699 (Naruto), Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Gay Sex, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Bottom Uzumaki Naruto, Top Uchiha Sasuke

Summary: Naruto's stressed and pining after a man who views him only as a friend. Deciding to get married to Ino isn't the best decision he's made (ever), given that they had been absolutely drunk while making such a declaration, but it's... a decision. Besides, what does he have to lose?”

You’ve gotten into my bloodstream (a bite of his heart) by lovenmaze

Nom nom nom 😉 kidding! Not literal cannibalism, it’s a metaphor for love, and this fic is beautiful 😍 poetic & sexy. One shot. Love how Naruto talks to Sasuke in this one (and makes him talk, too, hehe…) 🥵 delicious, please go tuck into this feast ❤️ author made an excellent fic playlist too!

Thx u @lovenmaze 😊

“https://archiveofourown.org/works/56430019

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: Not Rated

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto

Characters: Uchiha Sasuke, Uzumaki Naruto

Additional Tags: Cannibalistic Thoughts, Cannibalism imagery, First Time, Top Uzumaki Naruto, Bottom Uchiha Sasuke, Tender Sex, Blank Period (Naruto), Confessions, Idiots in Love, Not Beta Read, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Emotional Sex, Eventual Fluff, Fluff and Smut, they’re both crazy about each other but thats not new, Poetic, Italicized Oh Moment, cannibalism as a metaphor for love, trust me it works and its SO good, consent is sexy !!!, lowkey vampire sasuke vibes

Summary: Sasuke tries to bite softly, he’s not going to eat him, maybe get a taste. Perhaps it’s stupid, but he wants to make sure, so he does. He opens his mouth, tongue touching the skin. His body shudders, and Naruto tastes warm, like skin or flesh; he tastes alive.

“A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism.”

AKA, The tender, fluffy, first-time, cannibalism (imagery), smut NaruSasu AU. [EDITED.]”

❤️Thx all u amazing authors u make me feel like this❤️

#naruto #naruto fic rec #naruto fic #sns #narusasu #sasunaru #sasunaru fic #a03 author #a03 writer #a03 fanfic #a03 link #a03 fic #read on a03 #smut #narusasu smut #my fic recs #lifeafterartsch00l fic recs

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pedgito · 4 months ago

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I've had this swirling in my brain for a bit—so for my upcoming birthday, a long overdue follower celebration, and 3 year blog anniversary, I'm hosting another writing challenge with a touch of my favorite thing in the world, horror films.

You are free to pair your favorite blorbo of choosing with whatever sub-genre and location you pick! I am primarily a Pedro writer as I know most of my mutuals are, but this is open to whoever you fancy to write for as long as it is not RPF!

Information on sub-genres will be linked under the read more (with the number of locations listed 1-5) and the location reveals are as they are requested, but are not reserved to one person. If you see a revealed location you like, feel free to request that number or not, totally up to you! Shoot me a DM if you’re having trouble or confused! Also, nothing is set in stone, if you’d like to switch things up just clarify with me first!

We are dark fic/content friendly here, so let the creativity lead you. Please don't be afraid to touch on taboo tropes or kinks. I just ask that you tag appropriately! The kink list for roll-a-kink will be under the read more if you’re interested in getting assigned a specific one! It’s a random draw!

Unsure how to request? Here's an example: "Hi, could I please grab Erotic Horror #1?" Want to add Deleted Scenes for roll-a-kink? Ask like this: “Hi, can I request Slasher Horror #2 + Deleted Scenes?"

You will receive a moodboard for your location upon requesting your number, all locations are themed to each category. As this is horror, that element and the location is the only requirement as you begin creating! If you've been wanting to write something spooky or horror-related, consider this a sign!

There is no minimum or maximum on word limit for fics, write until you’re content!

This will have a tentative due date of May 16th, but that is no deadline. It is when I will be posting the masterlist of entries, but you can post before or after (it will be updated accordingly). I want this to be fun and as free of pressure as possible!

When posting your fics please tag me and add the #SpringFever25 hashtag! Moodboards are not required to be used, only a means for assignment. If you have any additional questions please send and ask or DM!

EROTIC HORROR

A genre of fiction in which sensual or sexual imagery are blended with horrific overtones or story elements for the purpose of sexual arousal. Think sexy, be shamelessly horny. Perfect for PWP is that's your vibe.

#1 - MOTEL

#2 - WOODS/FOREST

#3 - DRIVE-IN

#4 - BONFIRE/BEACH

#5 - LAKE

SLASHER HORROR

Usually involves a masked psychopath going on a spree, ruthless and effective. Think Ghostface, think Michael Myers.

#1 - VIDEO STORE

#2 - CAMP

#3 - THEATER

#4 - TRAIN

#5 - FAIR/CARNIVAL

BACKWOODS HORROR

All about isolation and survival. A personal favorite of mine. You're stranded, helpless, who knows what or who you might encounter.

#1 - STRANDED/SIDE OF THE ROAD

#2 - GAS STATION

#3 -DINER

#4 - CABIN

#5 - BAR

SUPERNATURAL HORROR

Monsters, Vampires, Ghosts, Demons, Angels, Cryptids, ect. The possibilities are truly endless.

#1 - LIBRARY

#2 - ABANDONED HOUSE

#3 - CEMETERY

#4 - CROSSROADS

#5 - MANOR

Kink List

Note: You are more than welcome to use this list as inspiration for your fics (but also aren't limited to only using these, please write to whatever your heart desires. If you're wanting a bit of challenge or something to stick to, these will be done on a spin wheel at random and assigned if you choose the Deleted Scenes option. Please make sure you are comfortable being assigned any of these kinks before choosing that option!

hunter/prey

knife play

gun play

blood kink/play

sex pollen

dacryphilia

death by sex/fuck or die

hypnosis

somnophilia

choking/breath play

abductor/kidnapper

free use

voyeurism

wax play

humiliation

sensory deprivation

roleplay

cnc (consenual non con)

dubcon

orgasm denial

double penetration

+ additionally, if you end up with a kink you're iffy about with but still want the challenge, send a dm i can respin!

tagging some lovely mutuals for visibility but feel free to ignore:

@jolapeno @kedsandtubesocks @chaotic-mystery @gracieheartspedro @amanitacowboy @hauntedhowlett

@iamasaddie @murder-wife @wannab-urs @ovaryacted @almostfoxglove

@mrsmando @salingers @slowdivinqs @moonlight-prose @evolnoomym

#writing challenges #writing challenge #writing #horror fiction #pedro pascal #ppcu fandom #ppcu fanfiction #SpringFever25

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elle-thereafter · 9 months ago

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Perc'ahlia Smut Fic Recs

After S3E3 of The Legend of Vox Machina dropped the stats on my smut fics jumped overnight which was entertaining. Which strongly indicates a lot of you are looking for some sweet Perc'ahlia smut to follow-up the delights provided to us by the animated series.

Myself and some folks from the Perc'ahlia Week Discord server are very happy to provide a list of our favourites. Some of these (including some of their summaries and tags below) will contain spoilers beyond tLoVM S3E3 so tread lightly into the cut if you care deeply about spoilers. Assume every single one of the fics below contains explicit sex between Percy and Vex. I've included the AO3 summary and the helpful Additional Tags from AO3 to help you zoom in on your favourite thinigs and avoid the things you're less fond of.

After Dinner by Lycaboros

Summary: Vex has some definite ideas for this evening's activities. AO3 Tags: Sex Toys, Toys, Riding Crops, Teasing, Orgasm Delay/Denial

Bathing for Fun and Profit by ViciousRhythm

Summary: The bath sex we all know happened and the sex on a pile of money that Vex'ahlia deserves. AO3 Tags: spoilers for episode 81, Bath Sex, Incredibly self indulgent, sex on a pile of money, PWP

the beast you've made of me by seimaisin

Summary: Vex finds herself transported to her very first Wild Hunt. Percy and Orthax are determined to make her first time a memorable one. AO3 Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Werewolf Sex, Tentacles, Bondage, Animal Transformation, Chases, Dominance, Consensual Non-Consent, Erotic Horror

before those hands pulled me from the earth by worth_the_risk

Summary: Vex knew the gods were still living, sequestered behind the Divine Gate as they may be. She knew their interactions with those who still walked Exandria were limited, but purposeful. She had never had reason to thank any of them. Now, she may have to consider it. AO3 Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Explicit Consent, Risk Waxes Poetic About Scar Tissue Again, Past Character Death, Canon Compliant, If you're here from TLoVM and have not listened to C1 here there be spoilers, Scars, Cunnilingus, Love Confessions, Campaign 1 Spoilers through Episode 72-74-ish?, Vaginal Sex

charmeause by anonymous

Summary: Percy takes the material of the hem between his fingers and absently feels at the embroidery, eyes locked onto her and her scrunched nose of confusion. “When you said you’d be right back, my mind had gone to those little rabbit slippers, not… lingerie.” AO3 Tags: Lingerie, PWP, Cunnilingus, Post-Canon, established marriage, Gratuitously sweaty Percy, Stripping, Houston they're in LOVE, Blow Jobs, Light Dom/sub, Fluff and Smut

Comparative Anatomy by Shippeh

Summary: Percy drags Keyleth to a frat party on an errand to find numbers for a project, and ends up discovering something (or someone) a lot more interesting. AO3 Tags: College AU

Control by subtropicalStenella

Summary: Percy needs to sleep, and take better care of himself, but he's also a stubborn bastard and needs to be tricked into it. AO3 Tags: Dirty Talk, Mutual Masturbation, Fantasizing, Multiple Orgasms, Erotic Electrostimulation, Prostate Milking, Overstimulation, Praise Kink

Courage To Go On by subtropicalStenella

Summary: It's That Scene, because we love to fill in fade-to-blacks and I love the powerplay of "I open the door, COMPLETELY NAKED." but also I love damaged people and working through that damage. AO3 Tags: First Time, Porn with Feelings, Rough Sex, Desk Sex, Light Dom/sub, Light Bondage, Introspection, deliberately ignoring that introspection, Banter as Foreplay

darling, so it goes (some things are meant to be) by mischiefseven

Summary: It's the night before the fight with Vorugal, and Vex has left too much unsaid for far too long. AO3 Tags: Past Character Death, Love Confessions, Life-Affirming Sex, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Debauchery by ladyofrosefire

Summary: If one knows where to look, there is a shop in Emon where one can find all manner of delightful things. Vex lures Percy into it one afternoon while they’re in the city for business. Or: Percy gets pegged. AO3 Tags: Pegging, Sex Toys

Deifying (flew like a moth to you, sunlight) by ladyofrosefire

Summary: Percy and Vex share a lazy morning shortly after their return from Pandemonium. AO3 Tags: Episode: the Search for Bob Spoilers, Cunnilingus, sun freckles, mild blasphemy, Morning Sex

Disciple by ladyofrosefire

Summary: Vex has a new house, new boots, and a very attractive partner who wants to please her in every way he can. That's a recipe for an excellent night. AO3 Tags: BDSM, Dom/sub, light boot worship, Cunnilingus, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Domme!Vex, Riding, Praise Kink, Fellatio, Verbal Bondage, Aftercare, PWP

everyone can see (few can test by feeling) by mischiefseven

Summary: Vex needs distraction. Percy is delighted to oblige. AO3 Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Inappropriate Use of 16th Century Italian Literature

everything has changed (and now it's only you that matters) by rozegold

Summary: Vex takes care of Percy after his second brush with death. AO3 Tags: Blow Jobs, Post-Chroma Conclave

The Feathers in Her Hair by pagerunner

Summary: When Vex starts making changes to the distinctive feathers she wears, Percy begins to suspect she's sending him a sign. Perc'ahlia fic, written between episodes 62 and 63, but without specific spoilers. AO3 Tags: None

A Game of Later by thereafter

Summary: An evening at the opera escalates. Some things are better left unresolved, at least for a little while. Shameless smut, in three acts. AO3 Tags: Cock Warming, Dirty Talk, Established Relationship, Light Bondage, Light Dom/sub, Oral Sex, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Power Dynamics, Public Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn IS the plot, Vex'ahlia is a Little Shit, Percival is also a Little Shit, they are both little shits

Get your hands dirty by umwelt

Summary: It’s not his handwriting. He hasn’t seen ink in weeks, too scrapped for coin for the luxury. The P starting at the base of his hand, affording the traitor his distinction, his name eating up the space of the pad of Percy’s left thumb. Opens his palm. Yes - on the inside of each finger, a name: Doctor Ripley. Lord Briarwood. Lady Briarwood. Sir Kerrion Stonefell. AO3 Tags: Whump, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Percival "Percy" de Rolo III Has Issues, Traumatized Percival "Percy" de Rolo III, Campaign 1, Mutual Pining, Alternate Universe, Percy is the pact weapon AU, Magical Tattoos, me: so. tattoos hot. percy hot. the list hot. what if… all three??, Mild Gore, Injury Recovery, Magical Prosthetic. sort of., henna, Rated for smut in last chapter, Comfort Sex, Woman on Top, None of the angsty tags apply to the sex, Follows Campaign 1 with some extra TLOVM ~flavor~ in places

Grey by percivalium

Summary: There’s a rumble of gruff voices at the table as various other diplomats react to Daventine’s outburst. Silverware clatters, glasses and crystal goblets tink and the general hubbub of the biannual trade route summit create a very unique mashup of noises in the dining hall. And Vex’ahlia couldn’t give a single shit about any of it. AO3 Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Vaginal Sex, Wall Sex, Quickie, Sneaking Away to Fuck During Dinner, Established Relationship

hard to talk (when i'm with you) by percahlia

Summary: Percy's pretty sure at this point that his wife's favorite hobby is showing up and knocking the breath out of him, one way or another. AO3 Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Blow Jobs, Desk Sex, Under-Desk Blow Jobs, domestic sex, Post-Canon, Semi-Public Sex

Have some fun tonight by steelneena

Summary: Ever since that night at the lake, Percy and Vex have made a habit of getting carried away rather often. But it’s really whose house – and more importantly, whose bedroom within said house - they’re in that makes things…tenuous for Percy. It just so happens to be Vex’s dad’s house. And they just so happen to be Vex’s dad’s bed. In Percy’s defense, Vex hadn’t exactly told him until it was too little too late. AO3 Tags: Early 2000's aesthetic college halloween party, to keep with the theme, Mirror Sex, Accidental Voyeurism, brief mention of recreational drugs, Percy is relatively inexperienced still, Vex is very loving, Vaginal Sex, Biting, Dom/sub Undertones, stupid halloween jokes and passtimes, may have been lightly influenced by Scream, Playful Sex, love is best kink

How the Other Half Lives by sabinelagrande

Summary: Percy knows what he likes. He thinks so, anyway. AO3 Tags: Femdom, Dom Vex'ahlia, Dom Percy de Rolo, Sub Percy de Rolo, Under-negotiated Kink, Floor Sex, Self-Discovery, 094-e095 Timeskip, Dom/sub

If You Wanna Be Mine by ViciousRhythm

Summary: For all that Percy can sometimes be really eloquent, he's sometimes really…not. AO3 Tags: Car Sex, just barely touches on dom/sub dynamics, Modern AU, Alternate Universe - High School, Humor

I'll Shout From the Mountains (Love Looks Good on You) by Aesthetic_Pigeon

Summary: Vex is tired of Percy working late into the night and decides to set things right. AO3 Tags: Episode: c01e095 One Year Later…, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Praise Kink, Coming In Pants, Percival "Percy" de Rolo III Has a Tremor, Idiots in Love

Insight Check by percivalium

Summary: Grey Hunt patrols are long, a bit tedious and solitary. Vex'ahlia must find ways to entertain her brain while performing her Grey Hunt duties out in the Parchwood. One defiantly un-ladylike thought may have caused her some brainrot… and she needs to find a certain Lord of Whitestone to make it a reality. Hopefully he believes her when she claims otherwise. AO3 Tags: Episode: c01e095 One Year Later…, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Some Plot, Surprise Blowjob, Torn Clothing, Manual stimulation, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Desk Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Clothes-on Sex, Doggy Style, Hair-pulling, Consensual Kink, Top!Percy, Vex Hands Over the Reins, Ball Massage, Praise Kink, Implied Consent, Mutual Masturbation, Hand Jobs

I wanna make you hungry (then I want to feed you) by writerthewriter

Summary: Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III was not a religious man, yet for one so faithless, he spent an awful lot of time on his knees dedicated to worship. aka the one where percy really loves going down on his wife. AO3 Tags: Cunnilingus, Dirty Talk, percy likes going down on his wife, Vaginal Fingering, Masturbation, Face-Sitting, Light D/s Dynamics

Jumping the Gun by LadyOfSnakes

Summary: Percival has done something very stupid and very dangerous. Vex is not okay with this. Spoilers through episode 73. AO3 Tags: First Time, Angry Sex, Oral Sex, Explicit Consent

A Lesson in Manners by pagerunner

Summary: Vex may usually be the one to call the shots where intimate matters are concerned, but that isn't to say that Percy doesn't have his own ideas. This one might prove to be especially captivating. Spoiler warning for a couple details post-episode 94/early 100s. AO3 Tags: None

Lost in the Woods with You by Her_Madjesty

Summary: When Percy stumbles away from the group, it’s…mostly by accident. AO3 Tags: Sex Pollen, Feywild Arc, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Multiple Orgasms, Oral Sex

Point Made by sabinelagrande

Summary: An argument is interrupted. AO3 Tags: Post-Chroma Conclave, Vaginal Fingering, Percy makes that +6 DEX work for him

Press by modal_contingency

Summary: Vex is unfailingly good at reading people, and Percy can be the easiest of reads. AO3 Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Dom/sub, Dirty Talk, Begging, Breathplay

The Private Games We Play by pagerunner

Summary: After game night ends, Vex and Percy decide to delve more deeply into what went on during their explorations of a certain tavern cellar. Yes, this means pretty much what you're thinking. Set just after the post-episode-115 one-shot helmed by Grog. AO3 Tags: Post-Campaign, Grog's one-shot, the meta is strong with this one, and i should not be entrusted with such inappropriate interpretations of game mechanics

A Private Vex Tape by inheritanceofgeek

Summary: Percy has been at the International Convention for Technological Innovation for 4 days and is already going stir crazy with how much he misses his wife. Lucky for him, Vex'ahlia is an innovative woman who misses him just as much as he misses her. And hey, what are webcams for if not to record home made sex tapes? AO3 Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Sex Tapes, Mutual Masturbation, Sex Toys, Vibrators, Married Life, Mentions of Taryon Darrington, That 7 hour time difference hurts me too, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Fluff and Smut

Put your arms around me, baby by steelneena

Summary: He's not quite sure how he ended up here. He, Percival de Rolo, of all people, who hadn’t wanted to stay in Emon for the summer, who’d wanted to go back home after his year exchange ended, remain cooped up in his room at home with his experiments and his books, was naked in a lake at night, kissing a beautiful woman – also naked – in his lap who could, if he was quite honest, do far better that his wiry, nerdy, early-gone-white self. AO3 Tags: Skinny Dipping, First Time, Hand Jobs, Virgin Percy, Love Confessions, Modern AU, kind of a college au, slight D/s overtones, love is kink, Enthusiastic Consent

remember me love, when i'm reborn by worth_the_risk

Summary: After Elysium, before the Core Anvil, before - well, before. AO3 Tags: Campaign 1, Spoilers through C1E106: The Endless Atheneum, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Life-Affirming Sex, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Established Relationship, Introspection, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, anticipatory grief

Respite for the Restless by pagerunner

Summary: It's been a difficult, troubling day. Sometimes the best you can do is reach for each other. Percy/Vex vignette, set at the mansion after episode 106. AO3 Tags: None

Satin and sweat by umwelt

Summary: Vex bites Percy’s lip in the hopes he gets the message. His fingers slow, only movement at all because she can feel every twitch deep in her cunt. Sorry - she, the lady robbed in a magpie’s iridescent blacks and whites, hostess of the soirée, bites the lip of this bespectacled owl of a man in the hopes he gets the message. It is a masquerade, after all, and one should keep up appearances. AO3 Tags: Campaign 1, Could be an AU could be canon compliant who knows!, Costume Parties & Masquerades, Vaginal Fingering, Hand & Finger Kink, Quickies, Semi-Public Sex, Clothed Sex, Shameless Smut

scarcely can speak for my thinking (what you'd do to me tonight) by worth_the_risk

Summary: “Is it terrible that we are abandoning our best friend’s first state birthday dinner?” The airy tone of her voice suggested she had already divined precisely how she felt about it. “I think Keyleth will forgive us for the excursion, if she even notices our absence.” AO3 Tags: Secret Marriage, Quickies, Cunnilingus, Blow Jobs, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Campaign 1, Spoilers through Episode 95: One Year Later…, Spoilers for The Legend of Vox Machina, Vaginal Sex, Established Relationship, Competency Kink

Second Watch by threepwillow

Summary: Depleted spell slots and some near-death experiences leave an abridged, mansionless Vox Machina camping out under the stars; but now Vex'ahlia's husband is in a mood, and who knew gnomes were such light sleepers? AO3 Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Hand & Finger Kink, That 22 Dexterity Tho, Post-Canon

Seen by subtropicalStenella

Summary: Percy acts smooth but it's a mask over an excitable, anxious dork and we love him for it AO3 Tags: Teasing, Cock Tease, Prostate Massage, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus, Face-Sitting, Percy has some internalized prudishness and it's adorable, and he's an anxious dork, Dirty Talk, Masturbation, Titfuck

someone ought to corrupt you on the dance floor by blackglass

Summary: It's Senior Week and the twins' birthday and Vox Machina is headed to the club to celebrate. With only a week left until they all graduate and go their separate ways, Vex decides she's done with wondering "what if?" Percy is not prepared for what's about to hit him. AO3 Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Porn with Feelings, Racebending, Everyone in Vox Machina is multiracial, except percy, Palest white boy to ever be a pale white boy, Background Vax/Gilmore, Background Kash/Keyleth, Clubbing, Grinding

Spoiled by thereafter

Summary: Percy schemes. Vex'ahlia is spoiled. AO3 Tags: Cunnilingus, Dirty Talk, Established Relationship, Light Dom/sub, Mirror Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Orgasm Delay, Porn with Feelings, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Power Dynamics, Softdom Percy, Vex Gets Spoiled

Stand and Deliver by ladyofrosefire

Summary: Percy really just wants to get ravished by a famous outlaw. Vex. He means Vex. AO3 Tags: Sexual Roleplay, Gun Kink, Outdoor Sex, Consensual Kink, Consensual Non-Consent

the sweetest distractions by rozegold

Summary: Coaxing Percy out of his workshop is something Vex has become very good at over the years, but sometimes she has to fight dirty for his own good. AO3 Tags: Fluff and Smut, Domestic smut, Happily Married Banging, Several Years Post-Campaign, Vex In Percy's Coat, Unconventional Usage of Percy's Workshop

take a step that is new by Griftings

Summary: Or, the one where Vex is enthusiastic, Percy is unsure, and… well, basically there's a threesome. With Jarett. AO3 Tags: Fluff and Smut, Crack, Threesome - F/M/M, PWP, Sort Of, like there's sort of a plot but it's honestly almost entirely just sex

Taking a Break by Lycaboros

Summary: Percy is TRYING to get some work done. It's not working very well for him. AO3 Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Interrupted Sex, Rough Sex, Desk Sex, Under-Desk Blow Jobs, post campaign one, Edging

a teaching moment by rozegold

Summary: Percy's eager to branch out and, well, how can Vex say no to that? AO3 Tags: Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, Strap-Ons, Vex Teaches Percy About Blow Jobs, Finger Sucking, Percy's Got A Bit Of An Oral Fixation

under your moonlit gaze by seimaisin

Summary: Vex, Percy, the hot springs, and sex. With a brief interruption from Scanlan. AO3 Tags: Fluff and Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Unwind already by unknownlifeform

Summary: Percy gets pegged by Vex for the first time. Things that help this activity: Percy relaxing and unclenching. Things Vex has to coax Percy into doing: AO3 Tags: Pegging, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Established Relationship, First Time Bottoming, Porn with Feelings, they are in love your honorand also they are silly!!, this is a being stupid during sex propaganda account, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

we are learning to make fire by mischiefseven

Summary: The citizens of Whitestone celebrate Winter’s Crest. Their lord and lady have a much more personal celebration of their own. AO3 Tags: Married Sex, Desk Sex, Cunnilingus, newlyweds, Fluff, Consensual Kink, Explicit Consent

whatever you do (do it for me, baby) by mischiefseven

Summary: Percy finds something that belongs to Vex. After testing, he takes it upon himself to make some improvements. AO3 Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Dildos, Mutual Masturbation, Pegging

what she wants by rozegold

Summary: Vex has discovered quite a lovely thing because of her relationship with Percy: ladies get what they want. Except sometimes, they don't. AO3 Tags: Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Vex Can Dish But She Can't Take, Percy Gets Some Payback

when the wicked play by seimaisin

Summary: Vex and Percy only know each other online, through their favorite video game. They're both taken by surprise when their flirty, competitive relationship turns into a long-distance erotic game. Except, it may not be as long-distance as they think, and Percy is definitely more than Vex realizes. His family's fame leads them to a real-life collision, and suddenly everything is way more complicated than it seemed on the internet … (abandoned but fun) AO3 Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Nude Photos, Online Friendship, Cybersex

you'll never know unless we go by sabinelagrande

Summary: Nothing about this goes right, but it's perfect. AO3 Tags: Rough Body Play, Rope Bondage, Resistance Play, Hair-pulling, Rough Sex, Maledom, Dom Percy de Rolo, Sub Vex'ahlia

#cr fic recs #cr fic #critical role fic #perc'ahlia #cw: sex #spicy reading #for all you newcomers to perc'ahlia #cr fanfic #critical role fanfic #the legend of vox machina #tlovm season 3 #tlovm spoilers

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oldschoolfic-ds9 · 10 months ago

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Interrogations

by GTomlinson, 2000

Kira is taken back to Terok Nor at the time of the Occupation by the Orb of Time, and soon finds herself in a compromising position. Set between the episodes "Trials and Tribble-ations" and "Wrongs Darker Than Death And Night"

Words: 2233, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: none listed

Characters: Dukat, Kira Nerys

Relationships: Kira/Dukat

Reader suggested tags (what are these?): PWP

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I'm in the mood for...

Aug 18th

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1. Thank you for all you do! Itmf wwx gets stabbed at koi tower fics (only happy ending no major character death please) also open to alternatives like other injury/poison for the same plot point @/vi-sky

Birthday Party by waffles_4_breakfast (E, 102k, WangXian, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Misunderstandings, Sharing a Bed, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Canon-Typical Violence, Pining, Slow Burn, Poison, Torture, Requited Unrequited Love, First Time, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Come as Lube, Bondage, Dom/sub Undertones, Spit As Lube, Rimming, Consensual Non-Consent, Safe Sane and Consensual, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note)

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2. Hi! This is for ITMF. Your favorite NSFW Wangxian fic. Bottom WWX only! Thanks

drop the game by martyrsdaughter (E, 28k, wangxian, modern, romantic comedy, fake/pretend relationship, sports, cheerleaders, flirting, sexual tension, dom/sub undertones, compulsory heterosexuality, crossdressing, dub con, under-negotiated kink, consensual non-con)

Just So by airinshaw (E, 21k, WangXian, Modern, Fluff, Getting Together, Mutual Pining)

International Baby by AceBij (E, 21k, WangXian, Pilot LWJ, CFO LWJ, Regional Manager WWX, CEO LXC, CEO JC, CFO JYL, Secretary WQ, Meet-Cute, baby A-Yuan, baby JL, Mpreg, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Carrier, WWX, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mild Hurt/Comfort, WWX's canonical breeding kink, LWJ's Canonical Breed WWX Kink, LWJ would sugardaddy WWX if he could, Instead he volunteers to chauffeur WWX around on his private plane, Communication, Implied/Referenced Sexual Harassment, LXC is president of Wangxian club, Love Confessions, Falling In Love, WWX can and will get pregnant, LWJ is mostly shy and secretly shameless, WWX is mostly shameless and secretly shy, Modern, Minor Panic Attack in one of the chapters)

covered by ScarlettStorm (E, 9k, WangXian, Modern, vaguely north american setting, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, doofuses to lovers, inspired by a tweet, Shenanigans, the excruciating experience of choreographing a hypothetical hand-based orgy with your crush, the similarly excruciating experience of knowing you got together, because of a horrible novelty pillow, Frottage, Groping, Hand Jobs, set entirely on one (1) single couch, it is a truth universally acknowledged, that a WWX in the process of fucking around, must then immediately find out, Kissing, switch rights)

hanguang jun's little runaway wife by verseau (E, 4k, WangXian, Dubious Consent, Age Difference, Humiliation, Daddy Kink, Pregnancy Kink, Breeding)

want it that way by indigofruit (E, 7k, WangXian, Rape/Non-Con, Dubious Consent, Modern, College/University, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Public Sex, Public Humiliation, Rimming, Felching, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Internalized Homophobia, PWP, Spanking, Non-Consensual Spanking, Dom/sub Undertones, Verbal Humiliation, Loss of Virginity, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Rape/Non-con Elements)

because you’re mine (i walk the line) by lanzhancore (E, 7k, WangXian, Modern, Spanking, Humiliation, Mildly Dubious Consent, Slut Shaming, Kink Discovery, Established Relationship, Dom/sub, Bratting)

dreaming and getting a glimmer by verseau (E, 27k, WangXian, Modern, College/University, Glory Hole, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Internalized Homophobia, Humiliation, Slut Shaming, Identity Porn, Objectification Kink, Mildly Dubious Consent, Mild Feminization)

big hands (i know you're the one) by martyrsdaughter (E, 8k, WangXian, PWP, Dubious Consent, Blindfolds, Bondage, Rough Kissing, what is the tag for realizing you like dick halfway through being fucked by said dick, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Desperation, Undernegotiated Kink, Verbal Humiliation, Dom/sub Undertones, Dirty Talk, Loss of Virginity, Internalized Homophobia, reluctance, First Kiss, Modern, Compulsory Heterosexuality)

🔒 all the trembling ways by typefortydeductions (E, 11k, WangXian, First Time, Overstimulation, Verbal Humiliation, Rimming, First Time, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Dirty Talk, Aftercare, sex tears, LWJ FUCKS, LWJ has had previous partners but WWX has not, Modern, Dom/sub Undertones, Porn with Feelings)

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3. Hi!

For itmf: fics where wangxian are teachers/professors and their students dont know they are married or dating but eventually find out @/jnxi839

Documented Fact by Scrippio (T, 7k, WangXian, LSZ & LJY & OYZZ, Modern with Magic, College/University, Professors, Minor Injuries, Misunderstandings, Fluff, OYZZ POV, Humor)

new messages from Lit 1011 by yellowcarnations (G, 3k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX, LSZ & LWJ, Modern, POV Outsider, Professors)

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4. Hi! As an ITMF request, do you know any good fics about mistaken identity or misunderstanding? I'm in the mood for an identity reveal, catfish au, comedy of errors, anything of that ilk. Humor, drama, hurt/comfort, or any combination of them, really, are all appreciated.

Thank you for your help! @/sxw3939q

how to fall in love with a catfish: a guide by wei wuxian (disaster rat) by bwyn, Yuisaki (T, 54k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Actors, Multimedia, Online Friendship, Drunken Shenanigans, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Underage Drinking, Drinking Games, Families of Choice, Ensemble Cast, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Catfish AU)

Keep Me on Your Pillow by catbrainedschemes (E, 42k, wangxian, fantasy au, pillow book au, high immortal LWJ, red fox WWX, pining, angst, fluff, eventual smut, slow burn, feelings, first meetings, misunderstandings, happy ending, sharing a bed, first kiss, oblivious WWX, oblivious LWJ, sexual tension, hero worship, falling in love) if you're interested in AUs. its a high immortal fantasy au, so leaning more heavily into the xianxia genre. its got many layers of identity shenanigans even

we’ll get him falling for a stranger (or a catfish) by sweetlolixo (T, 38k, WangXian, Modern AU, College AU, Catfish AU, Eventual Happy Ending, Crossdressing WWX, Rich heir LWJ gets catfished by pretty WWX online that’s it that’s the fic, Pining LWJ, Fluff, Humor, lwj is a grade A+ SIMP, Identity Porn)

my age has never made me wise by idrilka (E, 63k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Part-epistolary, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Marriage Proposal, Homecoming, One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again) this one is purely misunderstandings, no real identity porn, but really enjoyable

❤️ By Any Other Name by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 31k, Wangxian, Canon Divergence, Crossdressing, Misunderstandings, Identity Porn, Identity reveal) if youre okay with gender shenanigans (wwx dresses up as a woman when he comes back and pretends to be someone else) heavy on identity porn.

I’m not afraid of a little disaster by catbrainedschemes (E, 19k, WangXian, College/University, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Light Angst, camboy WWX, Oblivious WWX, oblivious LWJ, grad student LWJ, student librarian WWX, Friends to Lovers, Sexual Tension, Masturbation, Fluff and Smut, Misunderstandings, Blow Jobs, Happy Ending)

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5. Hello, for the next itmf I had a request for a type of fanfic. I was wondering if anyone had any fanfics with Lan Wangji rescuing Wei Wuxian from the burial mounds when he was first thrown there. Something with Wei Wuxian not being the Yilling Patriarch but instead this poor guy who looks traumatized.

we’re starting at the end by Miss_Enthusiasimal (M, 92k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Canon Divergence, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Golden Core Reveal, Burial Mounds, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Starvation, emaciation, Cannibalism, Self-Harm, Amputation, Suicidal Thoughts, Sunshot Campaign, let JZX and WWX be friends club) Sort of fits? WWX timetravels without realising when he falls off the cliff, & lands in the burial mounds. He assumes it's the afterlife & doesn't escape, so LWJ & JC show up to rescue him. So he isn't YLLZ, but was in the previous timeline

🔒 Heart of hearts series by apathyinreverie (M, 40k, WangXian, Dark LWJ(Ish), Amnesia, WWX gets to be Not Okay after the BM, Hurt WWX, Recovery, Caring, Protective LWJ, Possessive LWJ, some definite manipulation but not everything is as it seems, not nearly as dark as the tags make it sound, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Reveal, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It Kind Of, Domestic WangXian, Fluff, WWX Goes to Gusu, Possessive WWX, WWX happily atticwifing away, Sunshot Campaign, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, ridiculously self-indulgent, Not Cultivation World Friendly)

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6. Hi! I read a canonverse fic in which Nie Huaisang and Wei Wuxian swear brotherhood and are the most protective, best friends ever after that, with wwx protecting NHS with his skills and NHS manipulating everyone and everything to keep wwx safe from rumours and people wanting to harm him. So I am itmf complete canonverse wangxian fics where wwx swears brotherhood with someone and him and his sworn bro are the cutest best sibling combo ever! thank you!

🔒 Yearning for Miles by Murahi (M, 378k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst, Fluff, Slow burn, Mutual Pining, seeing the future) sworn brotherhood, but fix-it au rather than canonverse

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7. For the next I'm In The Mood For: Any canon or modern Wangxian fics where Wei Ying does his multi-year disappearing act, Lan Zhan is left with no closure & no idea why or what happened, but when they meet again after however many years, Lan Zhan does NOT immediately just go "Wei Ying is back Yay! All is great. No worries!" @/emrinalex

Underpainting by DizziDreams (T, 31k, WangXian, artist WWX, Modern, breaking up, Getting Back Together, WWX does a runner, Pining, does NHS have to do everything around here?, America, Angst, Second Chance Romance)

🔒 The Right to Care by travelingneuritis (E, 61k, wangxian, Modern, Mood Whiplash, musician LWJ, nanny WWX, Developing Relationship, Breakup, Texting, Pining, Eventual Happy Ending, Adoption, Child Abuse, abuse intervention, Miscommunication)

A Little Late (But Can I Come Home Anyway?) by anobtra (animeobsessedtrash) (E, 31k, wangxian, JC/WQ, JYL/JZX, LXC/NMJ, modern, temporary unrequited love, angst w happy ending, fluff, smut, falling in love, running away, minor WWX/others, composer LWJ, teacher LWJ, role reversal, friends to strangers to lovers)

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8. Hi mods!! For the next I'm itmf:

A) a fic where Lan Zhan hurts Wei Ying accidentally(not in a physical way) and Wei Ying being upset with him then Lan Zhan trying to make it up for him(it can be modern too but if its post canon its better) aanddd i already read Afternoon Delight

B) your fav curse fics!!

Thank you in ad advanceee :) @/for13years-i-play-inquiry-foryou

8A)

put your heart where your mouth is by protos_metazu_ison (T, 20k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Misunderstandings, Memory Loss, Pining WWX, Insecure WWX, Happy Ending, Twin Prides of Yunmeng Feels, Protective JC, Fluff and Angst)

8B)

See Me, Feel Me (Listening to You) by Ghost_Honey (T, 29k, WangXian, POV WWX, WWX Needs a Hug, WWX’s Abyssmal Self-Esteem, Emotional Healing, Angst, The Juniors love their Senior Wei, Curses, WWX is an Unreliable Narrator, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Platonic Cuddling) WWX is cursed to be unable to see or feel anyone who feels strongly about him

🧡 moonlight caught in mutton fat by Raitelzen (T, 45k, WangXian, Case Fic, Curses, Curse Breaking, Transformation, mild body horror, Hurt LWJ, Ghosts) LWJ is cursed to turn to jade

Tether by Annerb (M, 153k, WangXian, LXC & LWJ, LQR & LWJ, JC & WWX & JYL, WIP, Major Character Death, Curses, Cursed LWJ, Canon Divergence, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pining, Family Feels, Yin Iron, Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, aftermath of a war, everyone is on the struggle bus but doing their best) Another for 8B I really like this wip "Tether", it's not finished yet but it's updating regularly

Obedient and Bellicoseby thunderwear (T, 20k, Wangxian, Ella Enchanted AU, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, cursed LWJ, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Good brother LXC, LQR loves his nephews you cant change my mind, LWJ crying, Protective LXC, Pining, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Brief Depictions of Violence, meaning at least one of the people you really want to get stabbed does in fact get stabbed) LWJ is cursed with obedience

Wearing Down Every Bone by CSHfic, VSfic (E, 30k, WangXian, Groundhog Day, Time Loop, Temporary Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, Case Fic, Curses, Pining, Getting Together, Time Travel, Night Hunts, Hurt wwx, Mystery, Angst with a Happy Ending, Use Your Words, Mutual Pining, Depression and Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, gratuitous use of empathy) wwx stuck in a time loop, really great fic.

You'd Break Your Heart to Make It Bigger by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 32k, WangXian, soulbonding, First Time, Case Fic if You Squint, Fools in Love, soul boning, soft fools in love, Pining while fucking)

a safe pair of hands by occultings (microcomets) (E, 11k, WangXian, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Body Worship, Post-Canon, Case Fic, Sharing a Bed, Getting Together, First Time, Curses, Intimacy, Touch-Starved LWJ) lwj gets hit with touch starving curse

Crack me open, pour you out by tenillypo (E, 16k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Cursed LWJ, Protective WWX, Oblivious WWX, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Porn with Feelings, Cultivation Discussion Conferences, POV LWJ)

beneath six layers of silk by darkredloveknot (enheduane) (E, 12k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Getting Together, Confessions, Curses, Embarrassment, Vulnerability, Swearing, Dirty Talk, Hand Jobs, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Honesty, Communication, beneath six layers of silk by darkredloveknot [podfic] by Rhea314 (Rhea) )

Rarely Pure and Never Simple by thunderwear (Not Rated, 3k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Truth Spells, Curses, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Post CQL, Getting Together)

your words upon my lips by uchiuchi (T, 17k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Fluff, Curses, no sad times only good times, Canon Compliant, Romance, they are married!!, Let LWJ Say Fuck, Case Fic) postcanon casefic, wangxian get cursed to speak out of each others mouths

Linger in the Sun by etymologyplayground (T, 39k, wangxian, JC & WWX, Case Fic, Intimacy, Curses, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Cuddling & Snuggling, Getting Together, Romance, Sexual Tension, Scent Kink, WWX Loves To Teach, wangxian are married, Fluff, nonsexual intimacy, Scars, Sharing a Bed, Nonverbal Communication, this is HEAVY on the symbolism, Translation in Russian) postcanon casefic - wangxian cant see or hear each other

come home to my heart by occultings (microcomets) (M, 29k, WangXian, Bodyswap, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Canon Divergence, First Time, Getting Together, Confessions, Sharing a Bed, Misunderstandings, and a little bit of hurt/comfort as a treat) canon divergence post-sunshot pre-wen/burial mounds, wangxian body swap

till they could grow no higher by EHyde (G, 5k, WangXian, Transformation, Body Horror, but of the soft variety, Fairy tale vibes, Turning Into a Tree, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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9. Hi Mods! I have 2 itmf requests!

A- Rogue cultivator wei wuxian and/or rogue cultivator lan wangji (i love all rogue cultivator dynamics whether one is in a sect or not doesnt matter)

B- Coworkers/workplace romance wangxian. Doesnt necessarily have to be an office AU, they can both be doctors, professors, etc too.

Thanks!!

9A)

Dispersing Clouds by dreamingofcake (E, 283k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Abusive YZY, Canonical Child Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Eventual Sex, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm (Background Character), Background Character Deaths, child deaths, Canon JC, Good Uncle LQR, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Cultivation Sect Politics, Homophobia, Heteronormativity, Feelings Realization, WWX is Not Oblivious) WWX leaves the Jiang & becomes a rogue cultivator (temporarily before marrying into the Lan anyway ;) )

Ad Oblivione by Baph, HikariNoHimeWriter (M, 70k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, POV Multiple, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Identity Reveal, Golden Core Reveal, Cultivation World Critical, Not JC Friendly, Abusive YZY, Angst with a Happy Ending) WWX is sent back in time to when he was a child, & becomes a rogue cultivator instead of joining the Jiangs

cloudy autumn heaps the sky by anatheme (T, 23k, WangXian, Fantasy, Universe Alteration, Secret Identity, Dragon LWJ, Fox WWX, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Timeline What Timeline, wwx is a little older here, wwx piling gifts on lwj and encouraging hoarding tendencies, Sharing a Bed, Literal Sleeping Together, Arranged Marriage) its somewhat of an au if that is relevant to you but its very very good.

Cartwheels In Cloud Recesses Series by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 23k, WangXian, CSSR/WCZ, CSSR and WCZ Live, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans)

Crimson leaves by barisan (T, 4k, WangXian, WWX & OFC(s), WWX Leaves the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, Rogue Cultivator WWX, WWX gets lesbian grandmothers, WWX learns about his parents, WWX is a Wen, (Through his lesbian granny but still), Getting Together, WWX Has a Fear of Dogs, Pre-Canon, Genius WWX)

🔒 crying like a fire in the sun by Reverie (cl410) (T, 10k, WangXian, SongXiao, BSSR/LY, Runaway WWX, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Die, srogue cultivator WWX, Angst, Post Cloud Recesses, Not YZY Friendly, Happy Ending, BSSR is WWX’s grandmother instead of grandmaster)

We Meet at the Thousandth Step by Admiranda, Rynne (T, 316k, WangXian, CSSR/WCZ, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot Campaign, CSSR & WCZ Live, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Different First Meeting, Night Hunts, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Plot, Romance, Drama, Fluff, Strangers to married, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Everyone Lives, Developing Relationship, Minor Violence, Case Fic, Mystery, Flirting, WWX’s Canon-Typical Flower Flirting, Arson, There Was Only One Bed, Getting Together, First Kiss, Meeting the Parents, Resolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Romantic Tension, WWX Is a Good Big Brother, New Relationship Bliss, Chinese Mythology & Folklore, Blood and Injury, Yiling siblings, Married WangXian, Honeymoon, Wangxian’s Baby Fever)

9B)

🔒 at first sight of the sun by sunflowersfield (T, 3k, WangXian, Modern, Coworkers, Fluff, Neurodiversity, Falling In Love, Getting Together, Happy Ending, First Dates, First Kiss, Hurt/Comfort)

🧡 Hello, IT. Have You Tried Turning It Off and On Again? By overmountainandmeadow (T, 65k, WangXian, Modern AU, Office, Modern office AU, IT Director! LWJ, Graphic Designer! WWX, Father!LWJ, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Juniors as interns, Light Angst, Mistaken Identity, Identity Porn, Rabbits, Cloud Recesses as a company, Happy Ending, Single Parent LWJ)

Year Of Night Call by ailuridae (abigailnicole) (T, 22k, WangXian, XuanLi, Modern AU, What If Cultivators Were All Surgeons AU, surgery AU, Our Boys Are Trauma Fellows Now, The Lan Babies Are Surgery Interns, trauma fellows share a call room, and there was only one bed, hospital au, Medicine AU)

Work-Life Balance is Not A Thing by catbrainedschemes (E, 17k, WangXian, Modern AU, Workplace Relationship, Romantic Comedy, Idiots in Love, Oblivious WWX, Oblivious LWJ, Sexual Tension, Eventual Smut, but not that eventual, Pining, Dirty Talk)

🧡 Like a House on Fire by KouriArashi (T, 82k, WangXian, Modern au, Paramedics, Firefighters, Light angst, Mutual pining, Kid fic, Past drug use, Past child abuse, Families of choice, Domestic fluff) has WWX as a firefighter and LWJ as a paramedic

🧡 CSI: Gusu Edition Series by Stratisphyre (M, 39k, WangXian, WWX & LQR, Modern with Magic AU, College AU, Golden Core Reveal, Single parent WWX, Good Uncle LQR, Hospitalization, Allusions to violence and murder)

Every First by aristels (M, 70k, WangXian, Modern, Eventual Smut, Sprinkles of Hurt/comfort)

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10. itmf any fic that includes some level of focus on wei ying and wen ning's friendship! It doesn't have to be the sole focus of the fic (tho that would be cool!) just something where it is included with some amount of importance. I love their bond so just want all the content of the two of them lol

🔒Fated Series by LtLJ (G, 31k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, Post-Apocalypse, Magical Apocalypse, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Canon Diverted via Volcano, YLLZ WWX, Badass LWJ)

🔒 hills and rivers Series by LtLJ (T, 70k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Family Feels, Canon-Typical Violence, the family that hunts demons together stays together, and doesn’t murder each other, Case Fic, BAMF WWX, Romance, Family Drama, Family Issues, Happy Ending, PTSD issues, Body Horror, But just a little, canon typical curses, Bad Parent LQR Spoilers for The Living Dead, YLLZ WWX, Angst, Kidnapping, Trauma, References to WWX’s Canon Character Death, Canon Temporary Character Death, BAMF WN, Action/Adventure, Curses, Scary Monsters, WN’s Guitar Riff, Power-up, Violence, Corpses, Death in general, mention of BSSR/LY, Mystery, Angst with a Happy Ending, Finding a home, Not Fitting In, recovering from trauma)

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11. Hi, hope you're doing well, mods <3 Itmf:

a- junior trio/quartet matchmaking wangxian

b- dark wangxian fics (like dub-con, non-con, interspecies, omegaverse)...as dark/twisted as possible please as long as they dont end in major character death and have bottom wei wuxian

c- pregnant wei wuxian/past mpreg fics for any of these pairing: wangxian, lan xichen/wei wuxian, nie mingjue/wei wuxian. Any AU!

d- wangxian fics where instead of jiang sect, someone else adopts wei wuxian in canonverse

e- growing up in the lan sect wangxian, could be adopted wei wuxian, outer disciple or anything

f- childhood friends to lovers wangxian for any AU. bonus if they've been mutually pining forever!

11C)

🧡 Accidents Will Happen by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 45k WangXian, Post Canon, Mpreg, Fluff, Light angst)

Blooming in white by luckymoonly (T, 38k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, MM/WQ, NMJ/LXC, NHS/JC, Canon Divergence, Mpreg, Getting Together, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, hidden pregnancy, Mutual Pining, Drama, Misunderstandings, Everyone Lives AU, Miscommunication, WWX and NHS are BFF, matchmaker NHS, Fix-It)

Impermanence, Transience, Permanence by Best Bepsy (BepsyGray) (E, 39k, wangxian, canon divergence, unplanned pregnancy, mpreg, gore, sunshot campaign, assumed miscarriage, medical procedures, childbirth, golden core reveal)

All I Want by Selenay (E, 47k, wangxian, Modern, Mpreg, Post Holiday Romance, Consequences, Reunions, Idiots in Love, wangxian attempt to be sensible adults about it, they are very bad at it, Teacher WWX, Rating earned in later chapters, Handwavey Biology)

🧡 Brilliant Mistake by brooklinegirl (E, 53k, WangXian, Modern AU, Sex Pollen, Mpreg, dubcon, Modern Cultivators, Dubious Medical Science)

On The Way Home by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 59k, WangXian, Modern, Mpreg, Non-a/b/o mpreg, Unprotected Sex, Unexpected Pregnancy, Friends With Benefits, Getting Together, Pining while fucking)

11D)

Ad Oblivione by Baph, HikariNoHimeWriter (M, 70k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, POV Multiple, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Identity Reveal, Golden Core Reveal, Cultivation World Critical, Not JC Friendly, Abusive YZY, Angst with a Happy Ending) (link in #9A) also fits with 11d, since WWX kinda adopts himself?

❤️🔒 Candy & Conspiracies by Reverie (cl410) (T, 16k, wangxian, JZX & WWX, jin wwx, fluff & crack, found family, humor, no angst)

Heart of the Beast by WaitForTheSnitch (E, 488k, WangXian, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiāngs, Adopted WWX, WWX is a Niè, Canon Divergence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Oblivious WWX, Protective NMJ, Scheming NHS, Protective NHS, Soft NMJ, NMJ is So Done, NHS Is A Little Shit, Pining, LWJ Has Feelings)

shades of grey spill from my veins (bleeding ink all over the page) by Reverie (cl410) (M, 58k, NMJ/LXC, wangxian, NHS/WN, POV NMJ, Canon Divergence, Joining the “Wei Wuxian raised by the Nie Sect” Club, Mentions of WWX’s life on the streets, Hurt/Comfort, Accidental Sibling Acquisition, Single Dad NMJ, NHS & WWX Friendship, Fluff, Humor, Happy Ending, Everyone Lives AU, Protective NMJ, Sunshot Campaign, Some angst, Blood and Injury, Kidnapping, Protective Siblings, Found Family)

🔒 Twin Treasures by crossdressingdeath (T, 81k, WIP, JZX & WWX, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Can’t quite tag this as ‘everyone lives’ but I promise everyone who dies will DESERVE IT, mostly novel-verse with a bit of CQL here and there, currently being edited)

11E)

soft-hearted by sarahyyy (G, 6k, wangxian, alternate universe, childhood friends, hurt/comfort, getting together, first kiss, wedding fluff)

safe here with me by xcourtney_chaoticx (G, 3k, WangXian, Family Feels, Good Uncle LQR, WWX Goes to Gusu, Fluff, Childhood Friends, Friends to Lovers, Food Issues, Endgame WangXian)

🔒 Life is Like a Stranger by through_shadows_falling (T, 69k, wangxian, Kid Fic, Child LWJ, Child WWX, First Meetings, Canon Divergence, Cute Kids, Orphan WWX, Autism Spectrum, Fix-It, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Canon, POV LWJ, Growing Up Together, WWX raised at Cloud Recesses, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Puberty, Growing Up, Coming Out, teenage angst, Wet Dream, Pining, This fic gets a little raunchier as the kids become teens, But it won’t get too explicit, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Spanish Translation, Brief mentions/moments of WWX kissing others in chapter 22 but only on the cheek, also characters kiss WWX on the cheek in chapter 23, but his real first kiss is with LWJ, Перевод на русский | Translation in Russian)

藍色的花，紅色的蘭 {Lan se de hua, hongse de lan} by Admiranda, AshayaTReldai (M, 45k, WIP, WangXian, Orphan WWX, Friends to Lovers, Childhood Friends, wwx raised in the lan clan, softer lqr, Good Uncle LQR, Good lan clan, Good Older Sibling LXC)

how a smiling homeless child melted jade hearts and got a home by anxiouswreck0_0 (T, 41k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, LXC & WWX, WWX was adopted by the lans, lan WWX, pining WWX, Canon Divergence, LQR making questionable parenting choices, madam lan is a good parent, Fluff and Angst, Fix-It of Sorts, Childhood Friends, childhood fiances? Yes, Character Death, insecure WWX, slightly possessive WWX, Possessive LWJ, Not Everyone Dies, Dark LXC, OOC, Mild Gore, Explicit Language, Supportive LXC, Morally Ambiguous Character, Sassy WWX, WWX does not like the jins and it shows, clingy LWJ, mother hen LXC, Good LQR, Good Parent LQR, Good Parent QHJ)

❤️ All will be well when the day is done by abCEE (T, 76k, LQR & WWX, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix It, Not Jiang Family Friendly, JFM & YZY Bashing, YZY Bashing, Definitely not YZY centric, Fix it for our main characters, Time Travel, Butterfly Effect, Madam Lan Lives, No Sunshot Campaign, Artistic License, Unreliable Narrator, JC Bashing, non-yunmeng WWX, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Good Uncle LQR, OOC, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, WWX gets the love and care that he deserves from the very beginning, Mainly CQL but has elements of the novel as well, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiangs, verbal and physical (c/o Zidian) abuse from YZY)

11F)

🔒 Lessons in Belonging by Nyatci (M, 12k, wangxian, Modern, Childhood Friends to Lovers, POV LWJ, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Canonical Child Abuse, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, Not Jiāng Family Friendly, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Homophobia, Good Uncle LQR, background 3zun, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Assumed Asexuality, but it’s just an assumption, some mild non-overly-explicit smut, LWJ really wants to put a ring on it, so he does, Domestic Fluff, wangxian adopt a-yuan, 5+1 Things, softer than how the tags make it sound)

💖 love on 35mm by fakeplasticlily (M, 26k, wangxian, modern au, college/university au, pining, LWJ is BFFs with JYL)

🔒 Cuties and Questions by WiseDawn13 (T, 6k, WangXian, Modern, Childhood Friends, POV WWX, losing touch with your best friend and then meeting each other again years later, Reunions, Getting Together, LWJ is a Little Shit, LWJ is a Confident Gay, WWX is Loved, CSSR and WCZ Live, the mortifying ordeal of finding out your childhood best friend grew up to be hot, Light Angst, Fluff, Happy Ending)

when we’re full of stories to be told by fakeplasticlily (M, 45k, wangxian, author LWJ, journalist WWX, kid fic, fluff & angst, childhood friends, pining)

your heartbeat, across the grass by fakeplasticlily (E, 44k, WangXian, Modern, Football, footballer LWJ, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Oblivious WWX, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Sexual Content, liberal use of romcom tropes, Childhood Friends, Kid Fic, this is not American football btw it’s what you guys call soccer)

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12. Hi, I'm ITMF a fic where wangxian+huaisang have a close relationship dynamic like "stray cat" by Surprised_by_witches. Their relationship can be platonic or romantic. @/purplefuzzypickle

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13. Can I please get wangxian fic recs where (A) one or more of the juniors have a crush on wei wuxian (B) wei wuxian was one or more juniors or someone else's gay/sexual awakening. Thanks!

13A)

Transcend by covalentbonds (not rated, 7k, WIP, WangXian, Post-Canon, Fluff and Humor, Smut, YLLZ WWX is prettiest fight me)

Help, My Dad Is Fucking Someone My Age!! by sweetlolixo (T, 3k, WangXian, LSZ & LWJ, Canon Divergence, Humor, Crack, Fluff, Romance)

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14. Can I request fics where wwx got raped, but for a change finally, the rapists face consequences. Any consequences is fine, but I hope for total destruction and bloodthirsty consequences

Resolutions by incendir (E, 203k, Rape/Non-Con, WangXian, LSZ & LWJ, JL & WWX, JC & JL, JL & WN, JL & LSZ, NHS/NZH, OMC/ OMC, LJY/OMC, JL/LSZ, JC & WWX, LQR/WRH, WWX & OC(s), NHS & OC(s), NHS & NMJ) im linking the whole series but themore strictly relevant fics are "Cotton Wool", "Vitiatus", and "Hubris"

Silenced by Tasharene (M, 63k, WangXian, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, PTSD, Temporary Blindness, Aversion to touch, Fear of crowds, Panic Attacks, Post-Canon, WWX Whump, Hurt WWX, Whump, Angst with a Happy Ending, world-class troll LXC, see the archive Warnings BEFORE you accuse me of not tagging things!!!)

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15. Itmf request plz!!

Some good surfer WWX recs? Even better if LWJ is not a surfer either and gets to like surfing bc of WWX.

Tysm!

down by the water by astrolesbian (E, 60k, WangXian, Slow Burn, Modern AU, Friends to Lovers, Surfer LWJ, Surfer WWX, Loneliness, complicated family relationships, mention of drowning, but no actual drowning is described, fluff and smut and angst, Reconciliation)

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16. hello! I have a rather nsfw rec request, if you take them. Does anyone know of any fics where Bichen is used *ahem* inappropriately? Like in the novel extra? Bonus points for other kinky uses of common items, such as the Lan headband, Suibian, Wangji-qin’s strings, Chenqing, brush and ink, talismans for bedroom use, etc etc. Much love and thanks for any recs!

it's not about control by westiec (E, 3k, WangXian, Established Relationship, Porn with Feelings, Rope Bondage, Outdoor Sex, Consensual Kink, inappropriate use of bichen, Inappropriate Use of Gusu Lan Silencing Spell, Inappropriate Use of Gusu Lan Forehead Ribbon, Very Appropriate Use of WWX, Sexy Chasing, it's not about control [podfic] by deepestbluesky)

HOT TO GO! by sassybluee (E, 7k, WangXian, Modern: No Powers, Cosplay, Friends to Lovers, Inappropriate Use of Bichen, Sex Cam Worker WWX, Anal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, WangXian Have a Breeding Kink, College/University)

crawl on hands and knees until you see by clancularia (E, 4k, WangXian, Verbal Humiliation, Desperation, Overstimulation, Dubious Consent, Anal Gaping, Object Insertion, Object Penetration, Inappropriate Use of Bichen, Multiple Orgasms, Crying, Light Bondage, Dirty Talk, Mild Somnophilia, Canon-Typical CNC, Very OOC LWJ, in that he talks a lot, Degrading Language, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Brief rimming, Pain, PWP, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Coming Untouched)

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17. Modern fics where WangXian meet due to work? Like as a customer or intern or something?

Lavender Blue by anaphoricae (E, 51k, WangXian, Modern, Cook LWJ, Florist WWX, Weddings, Fluff, POV LWJ, Meet-Cute, Mutual Pining, Flirting, Falling In Love, Flower Shop, Romantic Comedy, Oblivious LWJ, Let LWJ be the disaster gay this time. He's earned it., No Angst, WWX is slightly more aware in this one because sometimes we need a change you know?, WWX and LWJ flirting through flowers and food, Bottom LWJ, Soft WangXian, incidentally there are some Mama Lan feelings, LWJ is a hopeless romantic, Chef LWJ)

🧡 paint smears on sunny days by SnowshadowAO3 (E, 53k, WangXian, Comfort, Fluff and Smut, Everyone Is Alive, Modern AU, Dadji, Mutual Pining, Happy Ending, Brief Alcohol Mention, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Accidentally co-parenting with your son’s art teacher, Fatherhood)

The Bunnysitter: a Post-it Romance by theLoyalRoyalGuard (G, 9k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fluff, really it’s just soft and fluffy, with a tiny bit of angst for seasoning, Asexual LWJ, autistic LWJ, adhd WWX, I mean he’s basically the ADHD poster child, cellist LWJ, Hacker WWX for justice, background 3zun, [Podfic] The Bunnysitter: a Post-it Romance by Cathalinareads (Cathalinaheart) )

‘Let’s go home.’ by Crowgirl (E, 27k, WangXian, Coffee Shops & Cafés, LQR's Excellent Parenting, Meet-Cute, First Kiss, First Time, First Meetings, Pining, Mutual Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Angst with a Happy Ending, Modern, Past LXC/JGY, past emotional abuse, Past Emotional Manipulation)

Falling to the Rhythm by Selenay (E, 128k, WangXian, Modern: No Powers, Dance, Strictly Come Dancing Fusion, Ballroom Dancing, Dancer!WWX, Violinist LWJ, Pining While Dancing, Oblivious WWX, Gratuitous Costume Descriptions, Gratuitous dancing descriptions, Slow Burn, [Podfic] Falling to the Rhythm by semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona))

crystalized by gusuvibes (M, 25k, WangXian, Modern, Bakery, Pining, Getting Together, Baker LWJ, Nurse WWX, OYZZ in a STARRING ROLE, Bunnies With Bad Names, Elaborate Descriptions of Delicious Baked Goods, Frottage, Eventual Smut, Sexy, Baking, Time)

🔒 divine, divine by sunflowersfield (T, 3k, WangXian, Modern, Fluff, Falling In Love, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Strangers to Lovers, First Kiss, Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, For an extremely minor injury/cut on the hand, Meet-Cute)

i know who i want to take me home by ScarlettStorm (E, 16k, WangXian, Modern, bartender WWX, Drunk LWJ, Caretaking, Meet-Cute, meeting your soulmate because someone got him drunk AF and left him at your bar, late-night diner food, Fluff, Comedy, Smut, Minor Angst, major shenanigans, sort of a eulogy for a particular diner I really miss, not that that's relevant to the story but it's relevant to my feelings)

It's Wife Cake, Wei Ying by stiltonbasket (G, 3k, WangXian, Modern, Bakery, Baker WWX, First Meetings, Soft WangXian, ft. feral teenager XY, POV LWJ, Happy Ending, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Love at First Sight)

🧡 A Study in Fluff by WeaverOfTheNight (T, 29k, WangXian, Modern AU, Ghost bunnies, Vet LWJ, Architect WWX, Kid LSZ, Domestic fluff, Modern with Magic)

Pure Imagination by Witch_Nova221 (T, 119k, WangXian, LXC/NMJ, JYL/JZX, LSZ LWJ & WWX, WIP, modern w magic, Romance, Toys, Toy maker, Magic, Found Family, Family Feels, Family Drama, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hospitals, Mentions of Cancer, Minor Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Loss of Parent(s))

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andcars · 5 months ago

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MONDAYS IN MONACO ─── ever thought about a day in the life of dating a millionaire?

Mondays in Monaco focuses on a few drivers who reside in Monaco and what an average day with their partners goes. some are smutty, some are fluffy, it tends to lean towards realism and developed relationship fics already. patreons get Friday Millionaires! an additional fic with the same drivers but in more PwP situation wanna be tagged? check out my taglist to not miss an upload for monmon

02.03 ── Lewis Hamilton, making up 02.07 first meetings (patreon only)

02.10 ── Charles Leclerc, insecurities 02.14 experimenting kinks (patreon only)

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02.24 ── Carlos Sainz, jealous 02.28 posessive (patreon only)

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mazeeelabyrinth · 2 years ago

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[ "Symphony of Love & Desire" ]

Malleus x GN!Reader

Summary: It was Malleus' birthday and a party was being held at the Diasomnia dormitory. The formalities and main event of the party was done. You, Malleus' classmate and close friend, was pushed by your peers to sing a song requested by the band for further tonight's entertainment. You agreed to sing the song after a brief musing.

Tags: 18+, one shot smut, eventual smut, birthday fic (sort of), lots of kissing because I love it, porn with feelings, power play, dom/sub, slight degradation, hickeys, rough sex, pwp, creampie, multiple orgasm, brief oral sex (receiving)

A/N: I certainly have a type and Malleus is one of the addition. Yes, I'm now diving with my non-existent cock first at the LEGAL twst boys—especially Malleus. Also yes, I'm posting about another character's birthday instead of my side chick: Idia Shroud.

Word Count: 10.3K

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Malleus Draconia, the birthday celebrant, was seated at a table in the center of the dorm’s lounge. He looked even more stunning and regal in his white dress suit—a common outfit worn by birthday celebrants at the Night Raven College—that exquisitely hugged his tall figure and mesomorphic physique. He enjoyed the sights, sounds, and smells of the festivities.

The party was nearly over, most of the important affairs having been done, most of the guests gone already and those left were enjoying the last dregs of conversation and food. The main banquet hall had been cleaned up after the main course had been served. It was a splendid feast, with roasted meats, baked sides, and an array of soups and salads. After that, there was a delightful dessert course, featuring a variety of chocolate, baked, and creamy delicacies.

You stepped through the ornate double doors of the large lounge where the party was currently being held. The band at the front of the room had begun to play a slow, melodic song. The lights dimmed for a moment, before coming up bright again as a spotlight shined on you. Everyone's eyes were on you now, and the room waited with breathless anticipation.

You took to the stage before the crowd. You were dressed accordingly and you looked composed as you clutched the microphone stand. With a deep breath, you allowed your eyes to adjust to the sudden change in lighting before moving forward. You had been pushed into a role of prominence that you were far from comfortable with, but you let yourself loose for the night.

Malleus had remained the majority of the evening in his seat, content with observing the room and taking note of any little tidbit that may interest him. The band had continued their soft, slow melody, setting the perfect atmosphere for your announcement.

As the first cheers of support came from around the room, Malleus also began to applaud in support. He was just as entertained by this yearly ritual as any other, even if you did not always seem to be in the best spirits.

"Sing it loud!" He was heard to say, and the room followed his example.

Inwardly cursing yourself for falling victim to peer pressure, you took your place on the stage that had been set up. Your dread was not evident in your confident stance and easy demeanor. Your voice cut through the chatter when you lifted the microphone and called for silence.

"My gentlefolk. You know who I am, and what I am here to do, of course. As tradition dictates, this evening is to be entertaining and memorable, as I have the honor of providing this night's entertainment."

You scan the coagulation of students and some teachers then spot your gaze upon your peers that pushed you on the stage at the side—cheering you on. You shake your head as a faint smile appears on your lips.

You took a deep breath when the band started to play the intro of the song that they have requested for you to sing. Some students of the crowd clapped when they recognized the instrumental intro of the song. Surely, you wonder about their song choice. Nevertheless, you know the song by heart and it seemed there was no room for negotiation for this one.

As you kept singing, you found yourself enjoying the act; and Malleus kept watching, paying extra close attention to you now. Every lyric sung and every note hit with precision and beauty. The first lines of verses were sung with the full support of the room, which sent Malleus' spirits soaring.

Even with Malleus still in his seat, he leaned in closer, his eyes glued on you as you sang. A light sweat broke out on his forehead despite how well climate controlled the room was, and he took a few quick breaths to compose himself, though this did little to help his attraction towards you.

You looked at the crowd again with a smile on your face, your eyes moving over each and every person there. Your voice was sweet and smooth, your delivery was almost perfect and… sensuous as Malleus would interpret it. For all your unassuming manner, your presence was strong and striking as you stood and moved in front of that audience.

Malleus' eyes had remained on you from the very start, and he felt as if he had been hypnotized in place by your voice. He felt like a teen boy again, his face still a slight tint of rosy, his attention focused on you. He took deep breaths, but his heart began to beat a bit faster. His eyes followed every movement of your lips, every expression that crossed your face.

As you began to sing the climax of the song, Malleus could not help but become completely enamored with the way your body and movement expressed the emotions of the song. Each motion, each word said it all; that this was no longer a performance, but something more personal.

Malleus was breathing quite heavily, and a fine sheen of glisten covered his face now, feeling his heart beat faster and harder than he had felt in years. He stared at you, eyes glued to every breath, every blink, every motion. In a moment of weakness, he even licked his lips before he realized what he was doing. Every word that came from your lips felt like a dagger to his heart, though they were quite beautiful.

You took a deep breath as the song reached its final chorus, your wandering eyes watched the crowd and your eyes met with Malleus'; and you both shared a knowing expression. Your eyes remained locked with each other, and you could feel Malleus' eyes on you as well. Not an ounce of your feelings were left to interpretation.

Malleus' breath was caught in his throat and he watched you with an almost trance-like state. As you finished the song, your eyes still remained locked, and the room seemed to disappear as Malleus remained focused entirely on you. The final chorus brought him closer and closer to the ledge of madness, as a wave of heat and excitement covered him. He licked his lips again, it is as if this entire song was written by you and with him as the subject.

Malleus felt his fingers curling as he resisted the urge to grab you by the collar or brush his fingers through your hair. The song had him in a sort of ecstasy, having played on his emotions in a way he never expected possible. The emotions played in a symphony of his senses, and it was all he could do to remain seated.

You remained staring at Malleus with the same warm, slightly mischievous smile on your face that you wore since the beginning of your singing. As you had been in the center of the crowd, you now felt Malleus' eyes on you as you shared a moment of silence.

"Thank you gentlemen, I hope you were entertained by my performance for our dear Malleus' birthday."

You held Malleus' gaze for a few seconds longer than was comfortable, and then you turned away and greeted a cheering audience with a bow, your smile never breaking. You walked off the stage to a raucous applause, your face still slightly flushed with effort and excitement.

Malleus could feel his heartbeat out of his chest, his emotions a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. He could not even hide his blush, nor turn his eyes away from your figure as you walked off stage with grace.

He remained seated for just a moment, taking deep breaths and hoping that you could not see just how excited he was at the song performance. Malleus could have sworn that you had planned for this show, and if you did, it was the most clever, well executed act of seduction Malleus had ever seen.

He took a moment to compose himself, but the images of you and the chorus kept playing in his mind. He was surprised to see how many members of the audience had their phones out and were recording the moment. Malleus took a deep breath once again and recollected himself as best he could, wanting to catch up with you before you left.

Malleus waited a few minutes, knowing that you had been performing on stage and probably needed to catch your breath and collect yourself. When he started making his way through the crowd, he spotted you off to the side in an empty hallway.

He made his way towards you, his heart beating so loudly he thought that it would give away his approach. When he finally reached the corner, he rounded the wall and saw you standing by yourself with your arms behind your back, eyes glued on the dark gothic paintings plastered on the walls.

Malleus took a deep breath and walked over, clearing his throat slightly as he approached. He hesitated for a moment, trying to decide whether to tell you how he truly felt. He took a deep breath and spoke.

"I have never... I have never heard someone sing like you do," his words were quiet, his tone soft and reserved. He could feel himself beginning to blush again.

"That... that song, you really sang it. You performed it perfectly, and I can't thank you enough. I have never been so... so mesmerized, so completely captivated by a song like that. Your voice…”

You turned at the sound of Malleus' voice and smiled at him, taking a moment to look the man up and down. The look that passed between the two of you was a telling one, and it was quite obvious that you both knew what was going on.

"Well, thank you for your words of appreciation, Malleus," you began to walk over to Malleus, hands still behind your back.

"I only did what I think would entertain me and the audience as well."

Your expression was that of interest, a sly and playful smile spreading out across your face as you began to take in the well-crafted suit and the handsome face of your friend. You also caught the light blush that was creeping towards Malleus' cheeks, and the way his breathing hitched ever so slightly. The man's expression was one of subtle excitement and eager anticipation.

Malleus met your gaze as he approached, his face flushing brighter with each moment. You might have been the most attractive person Malleus had ever met, as he would now admit despite the two of you being quite closer than he is to most people; and it was quite obvious that he was just as captivated by your figure as he had been by your impromptu performance.

As you drew closer, Malleus took a deep breath and stood up straight, trying to maintain some composure despite the overwhelming emotions washing over him. He placed his hands together and looked away from you for a moment before looking back again.

"I... I wanted to say.”

Malleus let out a nervous chuckle—which is a far cry from his normal disposition—feeling your presence like a warm glow around him as your eyes remained locked. You had a way of making him feel nervous and excited in all the right ways.

"I... It was... that song hit a chord with me that... I don't think I've felt that way in ages. And the way you sang it... I have had that song on a loop in my head for days, but the way you sang..."

He took a breath and tried to calm himself, "You're... magnificent.”

You smiled, eyes remaining locked with Malleus'. You took a small step closer, leaning in and placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, a playful glint in your eyes.

"Magnificent am I? My performance must have really hit a chord then, to make you say something so... intimate about it. I am pleased I was able to please you so, Malleus."

You leaned in just a bit closer as you looked up at Malleus' unequivocally attractive features, a slight smile graced your lips.

"And I suppose I should also thank you for being such a fantastic classmate and a friend." You gave Malleus a light wink, the two of you smiling back and forth before Malleus looked away, his face still a bit flushed.

Your eyes twinkled, your smile growing and your gaze still lingering for a moment before you tilted your head upwards and pressed your lips against Malleus' own in a slow and gentle kiss.

Malleus was absolutely caught off guard by the sudden kiss, caught completely in the whirlwind of your lips. It was the most romantic thing anyone had done for him. Malleus felt lightheaded, feeling his body tremble as his body grew more flushed.

The moment was surreal, and so many emotions crashed and flooded through you at once. You could feel your feet leave the floor as your lips pressed against his own, his arms wrapped around you as you both relished in the moment. Malleus felt as if time stood still, and for a moment everything else in the world just faded away. His mind was filled with a mix of elation and confusion as his heart raced at the sheer excitement of the moment.

It was so tender and gentle, but every inch of it said "I have wanted this for a while".

Malleus had to bite his bottom lip to prevent a moan from escaping him. His heart pounded furiously in his chest, and he felt completely and wholly weak. He wanted to kiss you for a long time, and he never knew how your first kiss together would feel so wonderful.

You held Malleus gently as the kiss lingered for just a moment, though to you it felt like hours. You felt yourself begin to puff, not from the act of kissing but from the pure emotion coursing through you. Malleus was more than a friend to you, more than an intimidating figure to fear, he was someone who you could not help but admire and adore.

You could feel Malleus' body tense, yet there was a warmth and ease that could bring him comfort and make him melt in your grasp. You could feel Malleus' heart pounding against his chest, and he wrapped his other arm around your waist as the kiss lingered for another moment.

Sooner, you felt Malleus' hands grip your neck and shoulder, your chest heaving with your breathing and your heart racing. You could feel the way that Malleus felt you, wanted you... it was as if you were in a dream.

You pulled away from the kiss, your hand cradling Malleus' jaw, your thumb slowly stroking over his lips. You stayed close to Malleus, still looking up at him, your eyes peering deeply into the fae's soul.

"Did you enjoy your birthday present, Malleus?”

Malleus stood there, staring into your eyes as his mind and heart were still racing. For a moment, the only sound that Malleus could hear was his heart beating, pounding so hard it felt like his chest might explode.

"I... I don't think I could have ever imagined such a... perfect gift. I... I just..."

Malleus looked down at the ground as he tried to collect himself. Then, he finally got the nerve to look down directly at you. He still felt utterly weak in your presence, and you had only seemed to grow more stunning since the kiss. It was as if you were a perfect figure, every movement a dance, every look an enticement.

"Yes, I enjoyed it more than I have ever thought possible." Malleus gave you a brief, but passionate kiss. His heart was racing and his breath was short as he stepped back. He wanted to taste your lips again and he knew that he was in too deep now.

You let the kiss linger for a moment, gently leaning your head toward Malleus. When Malleus pulled away, you smiled and nodded, your expression one of understanding and appreciation. You could see the passion in Malleus' eyes, and you knew just how smitten the man was.

Just then, your eyes sparkled with a deep sense of playfulness and mischief, your hand that was still resting on Malleus' jaw went to Malleus' collar. With a light chuckle, you leaned your head upwards once more and pressed your lips to Malleus'; and your other hand pulled the back of Malleus' head, as your lips chafing onto his.

After what felt like hours of lips pressing in the most tender graze, you begrudgingly pulled away for breath.

"I love you, Malleus. I've been wanting to tell you that for a while now," you said with sincerity as your emotions poured out in the open for Malleus.

It was a long time coming and you were given the perfect opportunity to confess the love you felt for the few years you had known together.

Malleus was speechless, his heart racing to a point where he thought it might explode. The kiss was tender, sweet, and his desire to kiss you one more time was intoxicating. Malleus felt his heart ache from the separation, his very soul wanting to join with you, and he knew that if he did not make a move quickly he would regret it.

Malleus wrapped both hands around the back of your head and pulled you back to himself. He leaned in with no hesitation and pressed his lips to yours once more.

The kiss became more deep, slow, and completely immersive. Malleus' emotions had taken full control over him as he kissed you with a passion and love he had never felt before. Malleus pressed against you, his arms sliding under your shirt and his hands rubbing your back and shoulders; and you could hear the faint rustling of your clothes. He took the initiative of this kiss, wanting to take everything he could from you and give him everything back in turn. He wanted to give you every ounce of his body, to show you just how much he cared.

When you felt Malleus take control of the kiss, your eyes flickered open in surprise. You had never experienced anyone quite so assertive and bold, and it made you feel almost like a younger teen that had their first crush touch their hand for the first time all over again—your legs growing weak and your body quaking. You had to hold on tight to Malleus to keep yourself grounded, your mind swimming so much that you couldn't put words to your feelings.

Malleus held onto you as tight as he possibly could, his hot breath wafting on your face as his heart pounded like thunder. He was completely and unequivocally in love, and there was nothing that he wanted more than to feel your lips upon his forever. The entire world could fall to disarray, and Malleus would still keep his hold strong over the person he had fallen for.

When it finally ended, you were breathless, the passion of the kiss and the heat that it brought with it being almost more than you could bear. As your eyes slowly opened you felt Malleus' hands rub your back, his arms sliding underneath your shirt as he pressed his hand against your chest, his body pressed against yours as tight as he could.

You knew Malleus' intentions and your heart felt like it would jump out of your chest and bid you goodbye.

Your throat imperceptibly bobbed and spoke in a hushed tone, "Take me where nobody can see and disturb us."

Malleus pulled you close to him as he felt your legs giving way underneath him. Every inch of your body pressed against Malleus', and the feeling of your warm body pressed against his own felt better than any drug.

He didn't hesitate the moment you asked to be taken somewhere private, his arms wrapped around you as he lifted you off the floor. His lips pressed against your ear and he whispered seductively.

"Hold on tight."

Malleus was already in the process of pulling you to a secluded corner of an empty hallway, far away from the event and away from the crowded lounge. The corners were dark and empty as he carried you close around the corner, his hands occupied with your body. Malleus' expression was of excitement and passion, and his voice was deep and heavy as he spoke.

"You have no idea how much I have wanted you.” Malleus' heart was racing, his body practically buzzing with excitement. The moment had finally come, and he was going to cherish it to its fullest extent.

Your hands were wrapped around his neck, and Malleus felt your head pressed into the crook of his neck as he held you to his chest. You made your way to his room, where nobody was nearby, the door was locked, and the mood was intimate and exciting.

Malleus leaned against the wall, pressing you against it. Malleus' free arm and hand slid down your back and down your hip, his fingers brushing against the fabric and tracing the figure beneath. His other hand stayed wrapped around the back of your head, holding you against the wall as he slowly kissed you more and more. The kiss was aggressive and Malleus was finally taking what he wanted. Malleus' mouth was a warm, deep, and tender caress as it played over your mouth and chin and cheek.

Malleus finally broke your lips apart. Your eyes locked upon one another as your hearts raced and your breath was heavy, and then Malleus' fingers wandered over your shirt and he began to slowly unbutton it. He moved slowly, his hands touching your body in all the right places as he whispered seductively.

"Take a deep breath my dear, for things are about to become... quite intense.”

You had the greatest difficulty in taking a deep breath when Malleus' fingers started to unbutton your shirt. You watched the man's lithe fingers work their way over the fabric of your shirt, and your body felt like it had been set ablaze.

"Mm... Malleus..." your voice trembled just a little as you spoke.

You had never felt someone take such control over the situation, it was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. Your voice was breathy, and you could feel your mind trapped in a haze as the excitement only grew and grew.

Your breath went in and out in short bursts of air and your very soul practically boiling under Malleus' attention. The man before you was the epitome of power and status, your ideal of success, and you were utterly intoxicated under his touch.

"Whatever you want, Malleus, take it. I'll be yours."

This had been your dream for the longest time, and now it was going to be made a reality.

Malleus smiled as he continued to slowly unbutton your shirt. His hands felt the warm skin beneath, feeling the muscles contract and loosen as his breath caressed your neck. As the buttons of your shirt were fully undone, Malleus slid the shirt off of your body and leaned down to lightly brush his lips against your collarbone.

Malleus slipped his arms around your waist, his warm breath hitting your skin as he whispered seductively, "There is something I would very much like to do to you, my dear.”

Malleus' lips pressed back against your collarbone, his warm breath gently caressing your skin. His hands ran over your back and sides, his fingers rubbing and caressing the figure of your body while his lips began to work their way down your chest. His warm breath continued to hit your skin with each exhalation, and his hands kept moving over your body.

Malleus' lips kept on softly brushing against your skin, his hands gripping your hip as he leaned down to your ear. Your breath was ragged, and Malleus' voice had the distinct sound of dominance about it. His voice was deep and rich, and the words were slow and deliberate.

"I would very much like... to kiss... all of the parts of your body... inch by inch." Malleus slowly slid your pants down, his lips still caressing your neck as he spoke in a whisper.

Malleus paused, his lips still against your neck. The man was flushed with adrenaline, his muscles tense as his body practically vibrated with the heat that grew within.

"May I?" Malleus' breathing was short, and his body quivered with the anticipation of what he wanted to do next. His grip on you tightened as his lips slipped away and he looked directly into your eyes. Malleus looked like a hunter, and he was about to take his prize.

You couldn't contain yourself and the response was already bubbling to the surface. You were practically a bundle of raw nerves and anticipation, and the voice you heard was like that of honey on your ears.

"Please... yes... do it. Please, I want every inch of your lips on my body," you sounded desperate, your breathing ragged and your voice shaking with the intensity of the moment. It wasn't just a thought or a desire for you, it was a need, a hunger that could only be sated in this moment by Malleus.

Malleus gently kissed your neck, his lips and the breath from his words caressing your skin and you felt like your skin was burning in every kiss. Your pants were down to your ankles in another moment, and your eyes were focused on Malleus, locked onto the fae's eyes.

The atmosphere was filled with a charged tension, and Malleus could feel your eyes exploring him as well. His fingers brushed across your body as he leaned over you, his lips pressed once again on your neck. His kisses were driving you insane. You wanted the man to take you, to explore every inch of you, and to make you his entirely.

"Please, don't just say it, Malleus, do it," the words were soft and breathless, a plea from you to your friend, now lover.

This was real, you could feel it with the touch and the words of the man looming before you. Your skin continued to burn, and your legs were weak from the excitement and the passion. Your eyes flickered open and the words in your mind left your lips.

"Take what you wish, my love. I am yours." Your expression changed to one of quiet desperation, as if the very words came from your soul itself.

"Love." Malleus spoke the word as if it were honey in his mouth. Malleus leaned over you, his eyes and lips locked on yours, and he was enjoying watching your reactions. He breathed it, whispered it, and let the word linger as his lips moved down your neck, his teeth slightly biting down, and his tongue softly tasting your skin. His hands moving to your hips and holding you.

There was no more time for games, and now it was time for passion.

Slowly, Malleus took off his suit jacket and threw it onto a nearby chair. The two of you were inside his dorm room, and there was something romantic about getting close to the person he wanted so badly and finally having you all alone. Malleus' own breath was coming in short and heavy puffs as his eyes feasted on your mess of a quivering naked body.

Your eyes widened and blushed as Malleus took off his jacket and threw it onto the chair. Your breath came in short puffs, and your heart raced in your chest. Your every nerve and muscle aches for Malleus to do to you what you both had been waiting for. You saw the fae prince in a different light, and it was more intense and intoxicating than you could ever have imagined.

You felt like you were dreaming, your eyes staring up at Malleus as he went topless. His body was hot, his flesh was warm, and his skin was tingling with desire. Malleus' touch was both tender and rough, as if he was being gentle whilst preparing to pounce on you, and you let out a soft moan as the man’s hands touched you.

Every inch of your flesh tingled as Malleus touched you and his breath drifted across your skin like a fine mist. You wanted nothing more than to lose yourself in the moment, to forget that you were inside Malleus’ dorm room and give your heart over the man that was making your soul sing.

Malleus moved slowly, his eyes locked on yours as his lips found their target. He kissed you slowly, intimately, in a way that showed that your moment together was not one based on lust or obsession but on a desire for something much deeper and more meaningful.

Malleus pulled you close, and his arms came around you. Malleus' tongue darted around your jaw to your ear, and your own breath was coming in short and heavy gasps as you felt the fire between them grow once more.

Malleus' fingers slowly traced the outline of your body as he kissed you more. His lips danced across your abdomen and further down your hips. Your pants were down to your ankles, and Malleus was feeling your leg shake.

He kissed your thigh as he spoke. "I cannot wait any longer.”

You found yourself unable to speak, your body reacting to the man before you and your desires overwhelming your words. You wanted to scream out in pleasure and passion. Your body was burning hot from Malleus' touch, and your own hands were slowly stroking the man's back.

"Then... take me," you whispered, your words soft and breathy. "I'm yours... in every way."

The word seemed to come from your soul itself, and you let your arms fall limp. You felt like you couldn't hold yourself up any longer. The touch in Malleus' hands and tongue both drove you crazy as you felt your control over yourself fading fast.

Malleus slowly kissed his way up once again to your stomach, and your eyes were shut tight as you felt the heat increase; and your own hands were trembling as you felt everything about your senses heightened.

There was no time for games, and no time for play. The two of you wanted each other and it was time to finally be together. Malleus slowly lifted your legs, and your fingers were biting into the mortars of the wall behind you.

"You are mine and I am yours." Malleus' voice was a husky whisper, and his voice was filled with a passion and excitement he had never been able to express or feel before.

Malleus brushed one hand over your crotch as you stood weakly on your feet, making your back pressed and rubbed against the concrete wall. Your body was twitching. It sounded and looked like your breath was escaping in short and shallow puffs like an untended fire, your eyes fluttering and closing just to open wide and stare into Malleus' own.

You felt it building up inside, this deep craving and desire that you felt only grew the longer it remained unfulfilled. Your skin felt like it was ablaze, you could feel it burning under Malleus' tongue and lips.

"More... please," your voice was soft, and his breathing was loud.

"Malleus..." you whispered once again, your voice laced with lust and a desire for more. You were almost speechless, and your head was rolling back against the wall and you mustered all of your strength to stay standing on your feet.

Malleus stood slowly, his hand sliding over your ass and down your leg as he smiled. He took the moment to enjoy the situation and the person he had his attention on. Malleus' hand slowly rubbed and teased along the inside of your thighs, and both of you were heavily breathing.

Malleus watched you and your reactions carefully, noting every small change, every twitch and movement, every look and sound you made. It was a heady feeling, knowing he was having this much effect on you, but it was also exciting. The way he felt for you was exciting, and making a person as wonderful and put together as you responded to him so readily was a source of pride.

His own hands gripped your hips tightly, as if he was going to lift you up and take you right there while you both are pressed against the wall. There was something about you that drew him like a moth to a flame, something about you that made him feel like the chase was worth it. Malleus took his time and savored every touch, every moment, every word.

Malleus brought his lips back up to your face and your eyes met once more. Malleus could feel the heat of the passion coursing through your flesh, and he could practically feel the need and want, the craving for more. He wanted to take you right here, right now, for the moment was perfect and he felt it. He wanted you, and he wanted you so desperately.

"Do you want more?" Malleus' voice was gentle and filled with love.

"Yes, please... don't stop..." Your voice was little more than a grunt, but it had the effect you desired.

Your fingers dug into the wall behind, as if trying to stay standing and Malleus' hands clutching your waist to support you. You were practically shivering and your legs were parted by Malleus' thigh. You could barely think straight, let alone speak coherently.

"You want me." Malleus' voice was a husky whisper as he spoke the words. Malleus could feel your need for him, and he felt the hunger you had for him inside his very skin. The kiss was growing deeper, and suddenly, you could feel the man's hand sliding down your spine slowly, his fingers tracing over your skin, exploring and seeking for even more pleasure.

Malleus watched you fall apart in front of him and he had never felt more excited. You were his prey, and you were now a captive to Malleus. Malleus was so excited, he could hardly keep himself from biting your flesh, but he knew better. Your flesh was delicate and he loved you, and it would take great force of will not to tear you to pieces while the hunger for you built inside him.

"I want you." Malleus' voice was filled with desire to consume you whole.

And so, he did. He lifted you up and gently placed you on his bed as if you were a precious cargo; then he swiftly removed the dangling undergarments from your ankles.

He pushed you back so that you were lying on the mattress, and he let his lips explore your body once again. He kissed your chest over and over, his lips trailing down along the line of your abdomen then back up your chest—licking and nibbling the puckered nipples. He kissed your neck with long slow kisses, and then his lips moved up to your right ear and slowly moved down to your left jaw, kissing every inch of skin along the way.

"Malleus... please... " you whispered softly, your eyes fluttering in a daze.

Malleus took one look at your body and he felt his passion and his hunger build and he was finally hungry enough to take you and not even be subtle about it.

Malleus' own pants were quickly undone and set to the side of the bed. There was the sound of passion in the room, the sound of breathing and the rustling of clothes being shed. Your body was a marvel to Malleus and he took his time in admiring it.

"What a sight to behold." Malleus' voice was a whisper as he looked over your body, and then Malleus' lips and tongue made their way back to your ear. "Such a prize, to have in my hands.”

You were a mass of quivering hips, aching muscles, twitching fingers, and shallow breaths. You were trembling, shaking, and so much more as you let Malleus have his way with you.

You were a whirlwind of excitement and you were so far in over your head, you couldn't believe you hadn't both drowned. Your breath was shallow, your eyes flutter and unfocused as you let every sensation wash over you. Malleus' body and voice and words were a spell that you had just fallen under and you were utterly powerless to break it.

"Malleus... I need you..." you whispered, letting out a small gasp.

"Please..." You begged once more and spread your thighs a bit wider, your feet planted on the soft sheets of Malleus’ bed.

"Shhhhhh..." Malleus' voice was a husky whisper as he finally gave in to his own hunger.

He kissed your belly, licking and swirling his tongue along your flesh as he spread your legs even more, his tongue moving deeper down your body and his touch finally finding the place he was desperate to find.

You could feel your body shaking and you couldn't stop it. Your breath hitched and your body was tingling from head to toe as Malleus laps the flesh between your legs. And yet, Malleus felt no pity or concern for you. All he felt was excitement and hunger.

"Oh, Malleus..." your voice broke as Malleus gave in to his own passion.

Your hands gripped the sheets tightly as if to keep from being pulled deeper into the experience. Malleus' tongue and lips worked over your genitalia with abandon, pushing you further and further over the edge until you could do nothing but let go and let Malleus have what he wanted.

As the pleasure perpetually cascaded along your flesh, your hands mustered the dregs of your strength and grabbed Malleus' hair and pulled him back to your face. You wanted nothing more than to feel Malleus inside you like you had never wanted anything your entire life.

"I need you, I want you inside me." You grunted from the pain and pleasure as your flesh grew more aroused and screamed for more intense stimulation.

Malleus made a husky, excited sound as your hands grabbed his hair and pulled him back up. His lips were wet and sloppy from the kisses and licks he just gave you and he was quite visibly shivering now. The moment was pure heaven, and he was desperate to claim what was rightfully his and to make this moment last.

He climbed on top of you whilst spreading your legs. He held your shoulders and your arms, pushing his body down, and making sure that the two of you were close together. You had nowhere to go, no way to escape.

"You want me to take you?" Malleus almost growled the words, his voice a deep husk, and his fangs glistened against the dim lights of his room.

Malleus leaned in closer to your face as he lifted your right leg off the mattress. There was an unspoken question in his eyes, and you could see the hunger in his gaze for him.

"Tell me... " Malleus whispered the words, his voice full of desire and hunger.

You were trembling all over but you didn't feel cold at all. You felt hot like your skin was set ablaze by Malleus’ touch.

"I'm more than ready." Your voice was a breathless sigh as you looked up at Malleus.

Your genitalia was leaking with your slick from all the stimulation. You were a mess. Your hair was a mess and you were a mess of feelings too. You were ready to give yourself to Malleus, and there was no fear in that choice. It was the right thing, the only thing, that you needed right now.

"Yes," you whispered with your voice quivering in his excitement. "Oh my… god..." You let out a heavy sigh before you spoke again, "Please... please!“

Malleus was grinning as you whispered the words, as if it was the hottest, most seductive thing he had ever heard. He was a proud man, and to hear his prize say these things about him made his day.

Malleus let your legs move closer together, and his right thigh moved in between your own, slowly spreading you open wider before him. He saw the hunger in your eyes, and he saw the need in your face. He saw you open to him as you lay on his bed and begged for what you wanted.

"Good…" Malleus' voice was filled with delight. He leaned down atop your body and grabbed you by the hips, sliding his body closer to yours. His mouth slid to your ear, and his tongue was teasing one of your sensitive ears as his hand caressed your thighs.

"Ready, dear…” His eyes met yours, and the two of you looked at each other, both desperate for more after this long moment of longing. Malleus licked his lips and his smile was mischievous and cruel.

You gasped and shuddered as Malleus teased your ear, your eyes fluttering, your face flushed pink as you tried to stay in control, but you knew that there was no way he would last much longer.

"Yes! Yes, oh my god yes! Please take me. I want you, I NEED you, and I'm ready!" you were desperate, you couldn't wait another minute.

Your body was shaking with nervous excitement, and there was no fear in you, just pure, unadulterated need. You heard your own breath coming in shallow heaves, and you felt your own body's hunger as you watched Malleus move towards your entrance. You can feel Malleus' tip hitting and rubbing your pulsing core ever so slightly.

“I want you as well…” Malleus' voice was a husky whisper, his teeth gritted and his tongue working the edges of his mouth as he spoke to you. His eyes were heavy as he puffed, his warm breath hitting your skin as his desire for you grew with each word that left his lips.

You were right where he wanted you, completely vulnerable, totally exposed, completely open to him. Malleus' hands and feet slid around you, as his tongue worked over your neck, chest and arms. He was completely and utterly prepared to take everything you had to offer...

Malleus leaned closer to you once more until you were chest to chest, as his hand left your thighs and moved up your body to grip your waist. His mouth stayed glued to your ear, and he whispered softly in your ear as his body slowly slipped overtop of yours. He made sure to keep his eyes on you, his gaze firm and dominant, with a hint of desire in its glint.

"I know," he growled softly as he felt you shake with excitement. "Hold onto me... “

Your answer was a groan, a loud, lustful moan as Malleus moved over your body. Your eyes closed tightly as your body quivered, trying to contain yourself. You could feel Malleus' body against yours, and your own stomach churning with gleeful anticipation.

"Oh... oh Sevens, I..." your voice trailed off.

A loud gasp escaped your lips as Malleus’ tip started to push inside. Your eyes shut closed, all your attention was poured into the sensation of Malleus' shaft tearing its way inside you and stretching your flesh.

Malleus' mouth was right in front of your ear as he whispered to you. "You're mine, you… are completely mine."

And with a slow motion, with the speed of moving glaciers, Malleus started to thrust deliberately inside your walls.

He moved with determination and a cold hunger, for he knew how close you were to being his. He knew how much you wanted him and he knew it was only a matter of time. It was time to end this, to put the finishing touches on the perfect night.

"Hold onto me..." Malleus' command rang out once more, and his voice was a growl as he made himself clear.

He was in charge and you would know it. Malleus did not want to hurt you and he did not mean to hurt you. But, it was part of the game, and you would be fine by the end. Malleus let his movements be measured and slow for the first few seconds as he eased himself in, and then he slowly increased his pace. He wanted you to feel it, to feel every inch and every moment.

You were breathless, completely frozen in shock as Malleus claimed you in the most intimate way possible. Malleus was right on top of you, his manhood pumping fast and deep inside you, and you were helpless.

You tried to keep yourself together, but you were completely under Malleus' power and it seemed Malleus was in no rush at all to finish. Malleus moved with a confidence that matched the hunger in his eyes and the cold, dominant gaze he was giving you.

You let your hands move to Malleus' shoulders as you gasped out in the final act of surrender.

"I won't run away so claim me as your own," your words were punctuated with a low moan.

Your body shook involuntarily and your legs slowly spread even further apart to make sure that Malleus was able to move his hips faster and deeper. You let your mind go and you let his body take over. You were Malleus’, completely.

That moment of surrender was exactly what Malleus needed. He moved slower now, but his eyes never drifted off of you. He pushed his shaft fully inside you, and he stayed there for a beat, just to let you feel the force of his presence.

"I claim you," Malleus' words were a whisper, but there was no doubt as to their meaning or to his intention. After the man spoke, his hands began to slide back up your body, and his mouth was going to explore every inch of your neck.

Malleus moved slowly, but it was a steady rhythm. He was completely in control of the situation, and of you, and he was certainly going to take advantage of that situation. He wanted to enjoy every moment of this experience, and he wanted you to enjoy it as well.

You can see Malleus' face tightened as you shifted your body underneath him. You accepted the gift, and welcomed Malleus into you by bucking your hips against the fae’s. Malleus' body was moving with a slow and consistent pace, giving you enough to feel it, to build the intensity of the moment, each moment and every inch of it.

"Right there! Ah..." You whimpered breathlessly as Malleus' tip hit a sensitive spot inside your flesh despite the deliberate and tender thrusts of his hips.

Malleus' lips slowly worked their way down your neck, leaving small kisses in the wake of Malleus' mouth. He kept a slow pace, letting his motions carry your mind and body away with them. He slid your legs further apart, forcing you to move your thighs even further down the mattress, opening yourself up even more to Malleus. He was enjoying this and he was not going to be finished so quickly.

Malleus whispered in your ear once again, his voice a soft but cold voice that spoke of his pleasure…

"Enjoy it." Malleus whispered into your ear again, the words sent shivers down your spine. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he knew he wanted more than just this.

He was a man of control, a man who kept calm in everything he did... except tonight. Malleus' focus was entirely on you, his words and eyes sharp and cruel, but they were a mask for the hunger he had for you. He was moving deeper now, forcing the tip of his manhood even further in.

Your mouth was open as your breaths were shallow. Your mind was lost to Malleus' body. You were his toy, one of his possessions and you belong entirely to him. You swallowed a low, lustful sound that escaped your body as Malleus' shaft kept on tearing its way inside your tight and slippery flesh. Your body tremors with anticipation, your voice was a breathy moan that you could barely get out.

"Ah... I... Malleus... " you quavered as you stumbled with your words. Instead, you responded with a moan, letting your head fall back as you gave it completely over to Malleus. Your eyes were closed and you felt your mind drifting away.

Malleus' pace was picking up slowly now, moving back and forth, back and forth, and pushing himself deeper and faster. He felt the insides of your body clenching and pulsing around his shaft in every thrust of his hips.

He whispered into your ear, "You are mine."

The words were like a wave, moving over you, the feeling of Malleus' ownership over you. It was a cruel thing, that ownership, but it was also a powerful thing. Now Malleus would have his way.

Malleus' tongue was working on your neck; licking, moving, and whispering to you the things he knew you wanted to hear. His mouth was a whirlwind of motion. Each part of your body was being worked to perfection. He knew you would enjoy them all.

You could feel every deep movement, every moment of being stretched out. Your thoughts were cloudy and you were breathing heavily. Each thrust by Malleus was a new experience. Your words came out in broken sentences, your mind was in a vortex of pleasure.

"I am, I am yours..." With each word from your mouth, Malleus' pace grew faster, and he drove deeper, faster, harder.

Malleus' voice had grown harsh and was more demanding by the second. He felt you giving way completely and he knew it was only a matter of time. He was in the driver seat and he would keep the pedal to the metal.

"Oh, you! What a mess you are..." Malleus' voice was a purr, one that carried a hint of amusement with it. It was like he was seeing you through a fog of lust and desire, of unadulterated excitement.

"Are you ready?" His voice was quiet and it carried just enough menace, just enough warning that you were close to the edge. But you also knew that the question was not a request for permission, it was a question of Malleus' curiosity.

You had taken Malleus at his word, and you were giving into every sensation that was coursing through you. Your mind was losing itself, and each moment was getting even closer to losing control.

You could feel his manhood pumping in and out of you mercilessly. The way it throbbed and twitched, how warm it was, and the way it hit so deep inside that it gave you a burning sensation. His deft hands grope your flesh with a vice grip, leaving reddish traces of nail marks here and there; and how those hands leave handprints on the back of your thighs from his harsh spanks and grip. How the pleasure and pain mixed together to drive you closer to the edge. You felt the pressure accumulating by each passing second.

"Yes!" You felt like you were in a dream, like your body was completely removed from your mind. Your body responded instantly to the harsh voice of Malleus, it's every cell moving to please him. Your voice was a mix of pleasure and agony, as if you were struggling to hold on to yourself, to hang onto life.

"More... please.”

It was like he was punishing your body. Keeping you wanting, keeping you desperate. Malleus was going to hold you right there on the very border between submission and denial, of pain and pleasure that he inflicted on your body. All the while he was making it perfectly clear that these decisions were his alone.

Malleus' voice was a growl as he pushed himself deeper into you. He wanted you to feel every inch of him from every stroke. He wanted you to feel his possession, his dominance, his power. His words were a demand, not a request. He had been patient with you the entire time, and he had enjoyed the process. That patience was beginning to fade slightly now and every single word out of his mouth was filled with a sharp edge.

"More? You want more of me?" Malleus asked, and then his fingers curled firmly on your waist, digging their nails on your supple flesh.

Malleus smiled as he heard your mumbled words and desperate moans. He knew he had you at the edge of the cliff, and with the words he just heard, he knew it was time to push you over.

"Moan for me as much as how you pant like a dog in heat," Malleus' voice was low and demanding, and his tone had shifted to a more cruel edge. “Like how you are desperate for me to fill you with my seed.”

His hands were running up and down your body, and his face was just inches from yours. He was pushing and pulling, he was taking and he was giving... he was playing with you to his heart's content. He was going to get as much pleasure as he could out of you. He was going to push you over the edge into the abyss of sensation without remorse.

"Yes, please. I want more of you. Please!" Your plea was desperate, a desperate voice of a person pushed past their limits and into a realm of sensations beyond anything you had ever known before. Your body was shaking, your legs were wrapped around Malleus, your back was pinned to the bed and your head was thrown back in surrender.

"Oh god, please Malleus! Push deeper! Faster! Please, please!" you cried out loudly in a fit of passion and submission. It was as if Malleus' body was a lock, and Malleus' voice and words were the key.

"Yes... yes... give it to me... More!" And with that utterance from you, Malleus knew that the game was over. Malleus' voice was a purr as he pushed himself even deeper, and your voice was a rasped mess of pleasure, pain, and ecstasy.

Malleus knew that you just crossed the bridge into surrender. You had no words left and your body was doing all the screaming. Your eyes were closed and your breathing was ragged.

Just as your body was wracking with waves of pleasure, Malleus pulled himself out of you, just to plunge in with a force he had reserved for very special occasions. Malleus knew that this was where it ended, and he was ready to take that step too.

Malleus' pace was frantic now, as if he had held himself back all this time just to reach this moment of pure pleasure. He moved deeper, he moved faster, he moved harder. His grip on your body was iron and his voice was cold, harsh and demanding. No man was going to take what was his. Malleus was in control. The pace and heat were increasing as you both prepared yourselves to climb the pinnacle of pleasure. His body was the paint and your body was the canvas.

"Oh you... Oh..." Malleus' voice was heavy with lust and utter pleasure.

Your body was in perpetual tremor and your legs were wrapped around Malleus, unable to let go of the fae. You were quaking so hard and was almost unable to breathe. You weren't really in control of your body at all anymore as though your body was acting on its own.

You were in a heaven of pleasure. You screamed and your back arched so much that if Malleus let go, you might snap in half. It felt like a fire that was consuming every inch of you, every nerve in your body was set ablaze. It didn't feel like a fire of pain, no it felt like a fire of lust, a fire that was spreading from inside of you and consuming you entirely. You couldn't hold it in any longer, it was impossible.

"Yes... Oh, Malleus... Yes! " The scream was enough for Malleus to know it was finished.

And with a final powerful thrust of Malleus, you gave everything you had in a final act of lust. Your voice was a loud, dragged out guttural moan, and the words left your mouth slipped in a breathless whisper. You moaned Malleus' name over and over again. It was a pure, immaculate, physical release.

There it was, that single moment. Malleus could feel it too, you were giving yourself to Malleus and that was just the beginning. He had been patient but now he was pushing for more. Malleus had found a sweet spot and he refused to let his prize slip away. His own pleasure had been growing and he would not be denied any longer.

"My dear... I am still inside you." Malleus' voice was filled with heat, with the promise of more.

Your moan was broken and raw, every bit of your energy seemed to leave you with that final release only to be replaced almost immediately with shame. Your body was still shaking but your voice was broken. You could feel Malleus still inside of you, you knew that Malleus had no intention of letting you off the leash quite yet. Your eyes were closed, your face was flushed, and you were breathing as if you were being suffocated.

You managed to find your voice, albeit barely. It was not the begging words, it was not the strength of the voice you had been using so easily a moment ago. It was the voice of a person completely overwhelmed by a pleasure you never knew existed.

"I... Yes, I need more." Your eyes fluttered open and you turned your head just enough to look up at Malleus. Your hand reached out and grasped Malleus' buttocks trying desperately to keep him close as you let the fae find his own release.

Malleus was holding back no longer whilst he chased his release as you begged for more. His pace was growing more frantic than ever before. His voice was a murmur and his grip on you was a vice. His voice was becoming an endless cascade of his own pleasure, and his hands were moving in circles, kneading your body as all the while he was growing closer towards climax.

Every push of his hips sent your body into further spasms of pleasure, each moment had sent you to another intense climax. It was as if your souls were meeting somewhere in the middle, as if your bodies were two halves trying to become one.

His voice turned into a yell and he gave out one last mighty push to bring him over the edge. Malleus' voice was hoarse and it was ragged, it was a sound that seemed to echo throughout the room. He let out a final loud breathy moan and then he collapsed down on top of you as his semen filled you to the brim and flooded out of your clenching hole.

"Oh… my love." He groaned as he found his breath again. "You were perfect." He breathed out.

Malleus was laying on top of you. Malleus' breath was heavy and he was completely out of air. Your body was still wracking with waves of pleasure, as if it was still trying to adjust to the sensations that had been unleashed within. Your eyes were clenched shut and your body was shaking slightly as if you were in a dream and trying to wake yourself.

You were still struggling to find your words. There was no breath left in your body. Your voice had given out and your body was completely exhausted. The only sound that came out of you were a few gasps and a broken, hoarse moan.

Your whole body was shaking and you could barely move. You had given Malleus everything you had and you had nothing left anymore. There was nothing in your head either, your senses were all overwhelmed and you were not even sure you were still in the same reality. You were just a broken mess, utterly spent.

After what felt like an hour, although you're still breathlessly in a daze and exhausted, you managed to let out a hoarse chuckle and spoke.

"That was amazing, it was the best I've ever felt."

Malleus raised his head and looked down at you lying beneath him. He was looking at you still feeling his own sense of euphoria from the experience. He felt as if he was still high from the sensation, as if his entire body was awash from head to toe. His voice was still husky, still rough, and every breath he was taking was filled with the after effects of everything that had come before. He could not describe just how good he felt.

"You were perfect." Malleus smiled down at you, completely unable to wipe the grin off his face.

He turned his head around, his eyes locked onto yours. He leaned in as close as he could get to you and he whispered:

"The best you've ever felt, so far. " His voice was a warm growl, the kind that only promised more of what you just had.

"Oh, my dear, this is only the beginning.”

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bunny-jpeg · 8 months ago

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the dnf club (vol. 4)

lance stroll

tags: smut/pwp, brazil gp '24, mating press, car sex, breast play, hickies & bites, semi-public sex, dirty talk, mentions of children

a/n: thank you for the warm reception for the others in this little series! i'm always open to hearing about what ideas you may have. my inbox is open <3

carlos edition // franco edition // alex edition // nico edition

you know this was defeating for lance. the kind of defeating that left you feeling horrible for your boyfriend. while he wasn't going to win the wdc, it was important to have a good season. and when you watched the red flag be drawn and him hauled back to the paddock. you only knew how to be there for him.

while he seated to cool off, you pressed yourself up against him. the level he was at meant that your breasts were in his face. and while it was an innocent action. lance grabbed your ass when no one was looking. you knew what would happen tonight, to get the anger out from a shitty performance.

you two barely got to the car before lance was all over you. he practically guided you into the backseat. the car was in a far part of the parking lot and with tinted windows. it was a tad cramped back there but you two would make due. especially when lance got his hands on you.

"you really are my number one fan, huh? but i guess you're much more than that. you're everything to me." he pushed up your t-shirt to expose your bra underneath. a black lacy number that made the blood rush south for lance, "anything i want, you give. quite an admirable thing." he got the bra off of you and his mouth on your chest. he tongue grazed across your nipples. he gave them both attention before he started to leave heavy marks across your chest.

he wanted to mark you. he wanted to see pretty bruises on your chest that'll last for days on end. and when they faded, he would just add more. he felt the disappointment of such a horrible loss. he didn't even get a place in the race, he couldn't complete it. and it made emotion swirl in his gut as he rubbed your thigh. soon enough you got your jeans off and your panties. you were left naked in the backseat with your lover at the track.

"you look prettier with my marks." he said as he pressed one of the bruises on your collarbone, "the kind of pretty that makes me go crazy. thank you, thank you." he groaned, "for letting me take out all the anger."

you cupped his face and looked into his dark eyes, you said to him, "you'd never actually hurt me, lance. so i'm not worried." then kissed him square on the mouth. you helped him out of his jeans and his aston martin t-shirt. you were pressed into the back corner of the backseat with your taller boyfriend crowded in your space. he took you by the legs and pressed them into your chest.

it allowed him to hit your pussy at just the right area, exposed in the air of the car. slowly the windows started to fog up as he sank into you. his cock really did hit every right place inside of you. the blunt head rubbed up against your g-spot as he started to move his hips up against your ass.

and then like butter over popcorn, the anger melted off of his shoulders. he groaned as he rutted against you. while it wasn't the more comfortable position, it was enough to get the two of you going. you felt the fire in your gut as he moved against you.

"fuck, baby." he said as he worked his hips against you, "you feel like a dream under me." his words were tense as pleasure combed through his body. there was something about you that just got him riled up. even on his worst days, he still had you. he had all of you. he allowed himself to bask in what made you amazing and fuck you until he got his fill. he could feel the pleasure on his tongue and seep into his blood.

you whined, "please, lance. we have to be quiet." then felt him hit just the right spots that made you tense up and moan. your bruised nipples got hard and the additional feeling made the pleasure run faster through you.

the air of the car got warm as the two of you moved together. the sex was hot and with your knees to your chest the pleasure only got more intense.

"next year.' you panted, "it'll go great. you'll get them next time." you moaned as lance continued to thrust up against you in just the right way. you felt the hammer in your chest as he continued to fuck you with heavy thrusts.

"it will." he said, "and then we'll celebrate the victory. you, me and a nice hotel bed. maybe some champagne, maybe i'll even tie you up." he chuckled, "i bet you'd love that. if i took my belt and put it around those pretty wrists."

you clenched around him and he got his answer. he continued to fuck you, bully the blunt head of his cock against your most softest areas. he knew exactly how to make you feel good. let the dirty words come off his tongue. you whined and he chuckled lowly.

"ah, i bet you'd love that. even if i lost next year. you'd still let me mark up your little body. let me ruin that sweet fucking cunt." he groaned, "fuck, you feel amazing. you know i'd give you anything you needed or wanted. everything i have is yours. and everything you have in mine." he shuddered with a heavy want as he continued to fuck you achy cunt.

the sounds of sex filled the car, and the scent of sweat paired with it. the car rocked a little as he moved and you tried to meet his thrusts. his weight pressed on you as he had you in a mating press. your pussy exposed in the low light coming from the parking garage. the sight of you under him was beautiful. you were so perfect for him, you'd happily give yourself over to him at any chance. let him use that sweet cunt for stress relief.

"fuck, lance." you moaned as the pace was picked up. you knew you weren't going to last much longer. the pleasure was a thick throb in your head as he fucked you. his lips captured any skin he could find. trailed them across your cheeks and jaw. he even laid a small hickey on the curve of your jawbone. which made you grow even more wet.

he gave a few more thrusts because he slammed his entire length into your achy cunt and finished inside of you. but he wasn't going to leave you without pleasure. he continued to rut up against you. he could feel the fire in his gut as he moved against you. your noises got a bit ore higher pitched as you felt the slam of pleasure inside of your needy core.

you whimpered and whined as he continued to rut up against you. he fucked you through your orgasm, and even a second orgasm for himself. he made sure that not a drop was wasted as he slowed to a stop. he pulled out and when your hips dropped, a bit of his cum got onto the leather of the seated.

you both panted heavily. lance eyed your naked body. you looked at him and his dark eyes soon lingered on you. he pulled you in for another heated kiss and you knew this wasn't going to be the only round tonight. you just hoped that the rest of them would be somewhere a little more comfortable.

you watched lance pull into second place at the 2025 brazil grand prix. you stood with the rest of the team and when he crossed the finish line, everyone cheered. and you looked to the baby in your arms.

he was sound asleep despite his father's near victory. your little escapade in the backseat of the car led to the eventually birth of your son three months ago. he was asleep in your arm, ears covered with noise cancelling headphones while lance was having a stellar season.

"he did it, daddy got podium." you whispered to your son.

you kissed the baby on his round little face and heard lance over the radio. you knew this year would be better, and that was becoming fact. <3

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gale-force-storm · 1 year ago

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Anticipation

Rating: E Pairing: Gale x female!Tav Additional Tags: Regency AU, pwp, oral sex, PIV, gale being a tease Word Count: 7.3k

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Tav has learned that her fiance, Gale, likes to take things slowly when sharing pleasure. He claims he's only being gentlemanly, but she knows he just enjoys teasing her. This makes it all the more exciting when his own restraint finally snaps.

Inspired by this post by the lovely @waterdeep-weavemoss

Tav tried to be as quiet as she could while descending the stairs heading to the study. It was late enough that no one else should be awake, not even the staff, but one couldn't be too careful. She thought back to the note Gale had slipped her earlier, which she'd hidden away amongst her things.

“My heart, I long for your touch. I will be in the study once everyone else is asleep. I hope you will join me.”

Her heart pounded. Gale put up an excellent front, acting the perfect gentleman when necessary, but she knew first-hand there was a passion simmering just below that composed surface. Even the first time they had kissed, he had shown such intensity. The way he had pulled her close, the small sounds he had made, the desire behind every movement of his lips and tongue against hers, it had stolen her breath away and left her aching for more. More which he had soon given.

She bit her lip, remembering the night when they managed to sneak away from a ball for a full hour, before they were even engaged. He had led her into a library, kissed her breathless, and brought her to completion with his fingers, muffling her sounds of pleasure with his mouth. Despite the rushed nature of the meeting, he had been so careful and methodical with her, like she was the only thing in the world he cared about in that moment. That feeling combined with the pleasure he'd given her was intoxicating, and it was that memory and the hope for more which drew her to the bottom of the stairs and down the corridor to the door of his study. She opened it slowly, relieved that the hinges didn't squeak, and peeked in. No lamps or candles were lit, but the curtains for the large window on the other side of the room were open, letting in ample moonlight.

“Hello?” she whispered. Upon getting no reply she entered entirely, carefully closing the door behind her. Was she too early? Or worse, too late? She looked around for a moment, trying not to fret, when she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped and yelped, but another warm hand quickly covered her mouth, muffling the sound.

“Shh, it's only me, my love,” assured a rich voice in her ear. Instantly she relaxed, turning around to face him.

“Don't startle me like that!” she whispered furiously, swatting at his shoulder. Gale only chuckled.

“My apologies,” he murmured. He looked at her for a long moment, the heat in his eyes holding her in place. “I'm glad you came to join me,” he finally said.

“As though I would turn down such an invitation from my betrothed,” she replied mischievously. “Especially when he's as enticing as you are.” She looked him up and down, pulse quickening at the sight. He was down to his trousers and shirt, the latter open and giving a tantalizing glimpse of his chest, bronze skin and dark hair peeking out teasingly.

“Me, enticing?” he asked, breaking her from her reverie. “Have you looked at yourself this evening?” He brought up one hand, running it through her hair. She was still dressed, but she had taken her hair down, and it fell past her shoulders in loose, dark ringlets. “You are stunning. Utterly irresistible.”

He curled his other index finger under her chin and pulled her into a kiss. Tav melted into it, into the feeling of his mouth against hers, the warmth as she pressed herself closer to his body. They were both breathing harder when they finally parted.

“So, Mr. Dekarios, what exactly did you intend, calling me down to meet you at such an hour? And unchaperoned, no less?” she asked teasingly.

While one of his hands was still buried in her hair, the other moved down to grip her hip, holding her close. Her own hands rested on his broad shoulders, one of them toying with his tied back hair which she longed to see let down.

He grinned in return. “I told you in my note, did I not? I long for you.”

Tav raised a brow. “That's not terribly specific.”

Gale chuckled again. “I know it will only be a month and a fortnight before we are wed,” he relented, “but every time I'm with you I am nearly overcome with desire. I was hoping you might allow me to slake my thirst, and provide a small taste of things to come.”

“Oh? And how do you propose to do that?”

“By drinking from the finest font in all of creation,” he replied. His grip on her hip tightened and he pulled her fully flush against him, leaning to whisper in her ear. “I wish to taste you, my sweet Tavrielle. I've shown you what I can do with just my fingers, now allow me to demonstrate how skilled I am with my tongue.”

Tav gasped, her fingers tightening on his shoulders. Neither of them were completely inexperienced, she knew. Gale's reputation as a former favorite of Lady Mystra's had preceded him, and Tav herself had partaken in a couple subtler and shorter-lived trysts, but no one had ever used their mouth on her before. She felt herself flush at the thought.

“Is that something you would like, dearest?” he asked, his breath against her skin making her shiver.

“Yes,” she sighed in reply. Gale’s grin was wolfish when he pulled away.

“Have a seat then, my darling,” he said, gesturing to a plush-looking armchair in the nearest corner of the room. Tav went and sat down, and Gale knelt in front of her, looking up at her with an expression so full of desire and wonder that it nearly made her dizzy. He pulled one of her feet into his lap and gently pulled off her shoe, placing it to the side. He then ran his hands up her leg to her knee and untied the garter holding up her stocking, slowly pulling them down and off. He folded them and placed them next to her shoe before switching to her other leg and following the same procedure. That done, he gently massaged her ankle, then her calf. He leaned in and kissed her knee over her skirt and looked up at her for approval. Tav took a shuddering breath and nodded. He started to pull up her skirt and petticoat, but a thought suddenly struck her.

“Wait,” she said quietly. Gale stopped immediately, looking up at her again.

“What is it, my love?”

Tav leaned down slightly and reached behind his head, pulling lightly on his ponytail.

“Might I untie this? I would so dearly like to see it down.”

Gale's slight concern melted into a smile. “Of course. Though if you do, you'll need to hold my hair out of the way yourself for the next part.”

Tav swallowed. “I'd be happy to.” She removed the tie from his hair with a short tug, enjoying the way the waves fanned out behind him. “You're so lovely,” she breathed, running her fingers through the soft strands. Gale leaned into the touch, closing his eyes briefly in a way that reminded her of nothing so much as a cat.

“Not half so lovely as you,” he countered, opening his eyes again. “Speaking of, may I?” He pulled lightly at her skirt.

“Please,” she breathed.

Gale smirked and moved his focus back to her skirt and petticoat, which he started slowly pushing up her legs together. Once they were pooled in her lap, not quite revealing her, he paused and began kissing along one calf, her knee, and halfway up her thigh. Tav resisted the noises trying to rise in her throat, what might have been moans coming out as quiet whimpers and panted breaths. When he switched to the other leg, she began to grow impatient.

“Gale,” she whined. “Please.”

Gale pressed a gentling kiss to her knee. “Patience, lovely. We have plenty of time before anyone else is awake. Let me savour you.”

With that he went back to his leisurely exploration, gradually kissing - and occasionally nipping - higher and higher up her legs. She spread them wider, making room for his shoulders, but this allowed her skirts to fall down between them, keeping her covered despite Gale pushing them further up. Finally they were hitched all the way up to her hips, a small pool of fabric settled between her legs. Gale placed his hand on the fabric, shooting one last heated look up at her before moving it aside and revealing her to him.

Tav might have felt self-conscious about the way he stared if his expression hadn't been one of a starving man presented with the most sumptuous meal of his life. He reached up and caressed one side lightly with a thumb, then moved the digit further, dipping it into the moisture that had been pooling since the start of his teasing. Tav held her breath as he used that thumb to hold her open while he finally leaned in and firmly licked over her center. Tav whimpered at the sensation, and had to cover her own mouth with her hand to muffle herself when Gale moaned at the taste of her. He licked again, this time ending with a flick of his tongue against the little bundle of nerves that set her aflame before pulling away slightly.

“Jove himself could not conceive of nectar sweet as this,” he murmured, almost seemingly to himself. Then suddenly he was pulling her legs up, hooking her knees over his shoulders before diving in properly.

Tav tried to squirm under him, but his fingers dug greedily into the plushness of her thighs, holding her firmly in place. One of her hands remained in his hair, gripping and holding it back from his face. The other remained resolutely over her mouth, muffling the sounds of her pleasure as Gale devoured her. He hadn't been lying about being skilled with his tongue. Every movement sent a new wave of pleasure coursing through her. The way he alternated between thrusting it into her, licking deep while his nose rubbed against her deliciously, and flicking it against that sensitive bud while he sucked on it, made Tav want to scream. A feeling not helped by the way he kept moaning himself, as though she was the finest wine he'd ever tasted. The vibrations rumbled through her, amplifying her pleasure. She knew she wouldn't last long like this.

Sure enough, within a few minutes she felt the telltale pressure building. Her hand tightened in his hair and, despite her best efforts, her sounds grew louder.

“Gale,” she panted. “Gale I- I'm close. So close I- ah!”

Gale increased his efforts at her words, his tongue moving more quickly, pressing more insistently. He moved his tongue in a toe-curling wave inside her, his nose rubbing perfectly against that sensitive point. She fluttered around him, right on the precipice. He moaned at the feeling, and that was enough for her to let go, choking back her own moans as she arched against his mouth, riding out her pleasure on his tongue. She shuddered as she came down, his continued movements too much for her oversensitive flesh, so she pulled him away by his hair. He rested his head on her thigh, looking up at her, face covered with her slick, grinning like a cat who'd just feasted on the richest cream. He stroked her thighs soothingly, pressing kisses into them as she recovered.

“You enjoyed yourself, I hope?” he asked with a cocky smile. She'd be annoyed by how smug he looked if that smugness wasn't so justified.

“You are far too good at that,” she panted.

“Nothing I do could ever be too good for you, my heart.”

“You're also far too charming for either of our own good,” she replied with a small laugh. “Come up here?”

Gale moved to give her room and she stood, her skirts falling back down. As she attempted to straighten herself out a bit and pull her stockings and shoes back on, Gale pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the worst of the mess from his face. He settled in the chair in Tav's place and pulled her onto his lap, nuzzling into her neck. Tav turned his face with a hand, pulling him into a kiss and moaning at the taste of herself on his tongue.

“You're incredible,” she murmured once she pulled away.

“I was about to say the same to you,” he replied.

“I was wondering,” Tav said, running her other hand slowly up his thigh. “Might you permit me to return the favour?” She could feel the eager press of him against her thigh, and it sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, knowing how much he had enjoyed feasting on her.

His hand landed on hers, gently pausing its movement.

“You don't have to,” he replied. “I asked to taste you as much for my own gratification as yours. You do not owe me anything in return.”

“And if I want to do it?” she asked, pulling back to look him in the eye. “Have you considered that I may enjoy the idea of bringing you pleasure, just as you do with me? That I may find my own pleasure in doing so?”

“I...” Gale licked his lips. “I simply don't want you to feel obligated.”

“I don't,” Tav replied simply. “The only thing I feel is desire.” She shifted, letting her thigh press more firmly against his harness, and she relished the gasp it drew from him and the way his hands tightened on her.

“Tavrielle,” he rasped.

Tav leaned in, letting her lips brush his ear.

“You aren’t the only one with a thirst to be slaked,” she whispered.

Gale groaned deep in his throat, letting his head fall briefly to her shoulder. He pressed a kiss there, nipping lightly before meeting her eyes once more.

“If this is truly what you wish, then who am I to deny you?”

Tav grinned. “Precisely.”

She let herself slide off his lap, settling on her knees on the floor in front of him. Her hands went straight to the buttons for the fall of his trousers, and she enjoyed the shuddering breath he took when she pulled it down and parted his drawers, freeing him. She licked her lips at the sight. He was already fully erect, jutting up eagerly from his lap. He wasn’t egregiously large, but he was by no means small either, and she pressed her legs together at the thought that she would be taking him properly in the near future. She wrapped a hand around him, pumping softly a couple of times and enjoying the silken hardness of him. She looked up to his face and found him flushed and panting already, one hand tightly gripping the arm of the chair, the other curled into a fist and pressed to his mouth, muffling him. Smirking, she held eye contact as she leaned in and licked up from the base to the head, and Gale let out a whine as his eyes fluttered momentarily closed. Slowly, Tav pressed her lips to the tip and leaned forward, letting his cock slide into her mouth as far as she could, and making up the rest of the distance with her hand.

“Tavrielle,” Gale panted. “Tav...”

Tav hummed around him in acknowledgement, making him shudder beneath her. She reached a hand up towards his where it still gripped the arm of the chair. She took it gently, guiding it instead to tangle in her hair. Gale hesitated briefly, but acquiesced to her silent request, slipping his fingers into the strands and gripping, pulling slightly and making her moan. Still aware of the risk of getting caught, low as it might be, Tav quickly began moving, sliding her mouth over him. She tried out different movements of her tongue to see what got the best reactions out of him, quietly humming and moaning around him and loving the way it made him twitch beneath her, clearly trying to keep himself from bucking up into her mouth. She moved her hand in time with her mouth, the other gripping and kneading at his hip. With all of this, it didn’t take long for him to begin tensing beneath her, his sounds of pleasure growing harder to muffle.

“Tav,” he gasped, “I’m- ah! I’m close to... Please I- how do you want me to...?” He looked down at her, eyes wide and pupils blown, face flushed and brows drawn in pleasure. Tav enjoyed the sight for a moment before letting him slip from her mouth.

“I told you before, did I not? I wish for you to sate my thirst as well.” With that she took him in again, grinning around him at his answering whimper. A few more pumps and clever flicks of her tongue and he was finishing in her mouth with a high, muffled sound, gripping her hair and twitching beneath her as she eagerly swallowed his release. She gentled the movements of her mouth, though kept him held there as he recovered until he pulled her off and back up into his lap, kissing her breathlessly.

“You are a wonder,” he panted between kisses. “Incredible. Perfection itself. I am the luckiest man in the world to have you as my betrothed.”

Tav laughed breathlessly against his lips, flustered and blushing at the praise.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she said once he finally pulled away.

“Enjoyed in an understatement,” he replied earnestly, now nuzzling into her neck. They stayed like that for a few long minutes, enjoying the warmth and closeness, until eventually Gale sighed.

“I long to be able to hold you like this as we drift to sleep,” he said quietly. “I know the day will come soon, but it does not feel soon enough.”

Tav ran her fingers through his hair soothingly, scratching lightly over his scalp.

“But soon nonetheless,” she soothed. “And the wait will only make it feel all the sweeter, when the time does come.”

Gale sighed beneath her again. “I suppose you’re right. But until then, I’m afraid we should retire back to our rooms before anyone else wakes.” He held her more tightly for a moment before pulling back to allow her up. Tav sighed in return, knowing he was correct, but loath to leave the comfort of his embrace. Nevertheless she rose from his lap, checking her skirt to make sure it hadn’t been stained with any signs of their meeting. Gale, meanwhile, refastened his fall and stood. They stared at each other longingly for a moment before moving in for a lingering kiss.

“Mayhaps next time we can find a way to actually meet in a room with a bed,” she proposed mischievously. Gale chuckled darkly.

“A dangerous proposition, but a very tempting one. I long to spend an entire evening and night in bed with you.”

“Then I suppose we must find a way to make such a thing happen. Though for now, I fear we really should return to our rooms.” She leaned up and pressed one last gentle kiss to his lips. “Goodnight, Gale,” she whispered.

“Goodnight, my beloved,” he replied, gazing after her longingly as she quietly exited the room.

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The next time they found themselves alone together, they had planned it out more thoroughly, to hopefully have several hours alone together and the ability to meet in an actual bedroom. The others were all gone to a ball and not expected home until quite late. Gale pretended that some urgent business matter had come up which he regrettably needed to attend to, away at his office, and Tav had claimed to have a terrible headache which required her to pass up the ball in favor of some rest. She had insisted, however, that the others all still go. She would be sleeping, after all, and she didn't want anyone missing out on an evening of fun to watch her do so. Gale had even given Tara the night off, insisting that as everyone would be gone until late anyway, they had little need of her that evening.

Gale went out to supposedly ready a horse while everyone else left, and once they were gone he went straight back inside and up to the room Tav was staying in. He found her in front of the mirror, pulling the pins from her hair. She watched him in the mirror as he locked the door and walked up behind her.

“I had rather hoped to help you with this,” he said, reaching up to pull another pin out and setting it on the vanity table in front of her.

“My apologies. If I had known, I would have waited for you.”

They worked together quietly, the anticipation palpable, and soon Tav’s hair was down. Gale slid a hand into it and leaned down, nuzzling into her neck and making her shiver pleasantly. He moved out of the way as she stood, turning around to face him. A single step and they met in a heated kiss. Tav was eager, pressing into Gale and nipping at his bottom lip, but Gale was unhurried, keeping their pace slow and leisurely. He said nothing as Tav reached up to untie his cravat, but he chuckled as she started undoing the buttons of his coat.

“Eager, are we?”

“Are you not?” she asked, one eyebrow raised. Gale grinned in return.

“Oh, I am. But that does not mean we must rush, does it?” He pushed gently yet firmly, urging her to sit back down. Once she did, he knelt in front of her and began as he had at their previous meeting, carefully removing her shoes and stockings and setting them aside. Tav was hopeful that he would follow this up by attending to her with his mouth, but instead he stood, helping her back to standing as well.

“Turn around for me, please?”

Tav did so, and felt him undoing the buttons on the back of her dress. Once that was done, he helped her to step out of it and carefully placed it aside. Next were her stays, which he attended to with equal care. He pressed soft, almost chaste kisses to her shoulders as he carefully loosened the ties, until eventually this too was able to be removed. Before he could continue, however, Tav spun in his arms and pulled him in for a kiss. The anticipation was unbearable — she needed him to touch her. Needed to touch him. To see and feel and taste.

“Please,” she sighed, pulling away slightly. “I want you so badly. Please, let me-”

Her hands moved towards his trousers, but he caught them in his own, pulling them up to place kisses to her knuckles. Gentle as the action was, his hold on her was firm, and his lips slid into a smirk that only fueled the flames inside her. A smirk which completely betrayed the false innocence in his voice when he spoke.

“Patience, my love. I only wish to treat you with the proper care and attention. Too much haste would be untoward, do you not agree? If we are to anticipate our vows, I must insist on doing so in the most gentlemanly manner possible, with only the utmost conscientiousness. So, gentleman that I am...” He leaned in, still holding her hands between them, his lips brushing her ear. “I’m going to take my time with you.”

Tav couldn’t help but whimper at that, and she could feel Gale’s answering grin against her, followed by a kiss to her cheekbone.

“You may undress me,” he continued, voice heated yet steady, like coals waiting to be stoked into flame. “However, I ask that you go slowly. Gratifying as your excitement is, we have several hours to ourselves, yet. We can afford to savour this.”

Tav nodded and took a deep breath, attempting to steady herself. Gale pulled back, his warm eyes dark with desire and sparkling with mischief.

“Can you do that for me, my dearest?”

“Yes,” Tav breathed.

“Very good.” Gale kissed her knuckles again, then let her hands go.

Tav began with his coat. Having already undone the buttons, she simply slid it off and placed it on a nearby chair. His waistcoat was next. Her progress was slow, both because of his order, and because the urgency of her arousal was making her fingers clumsy. Soon enough that too was gone, laid aside with the coat. She walked over to the bed, looking back at him.

“Sit for me, please?”

“Of course.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, and Tav knelt in front of him to take off his boots. As she did, she felt one of his hands slide through her hair, lightly scratching her scalp.

“You’re doing wonderfully,” he murmured softly. Tav swallowed and, unable to find her voice, kissed his knee in response.

Boots, then stockings and garters were set aside. Tav stood and reached for his shirt questioningly. He nodded. The linen was pulled out from where it was tucked in, and dropped aside. Tav took a long moment to admire him. Fit, yet pleasantly soft. Olive-skinned, with a delightful sweep of hair over his chest that she ached to run her fingers through. Pulling her focus back to the task at hand, she reached for his trousers, only for Gale to catch her hands once more.

“Ah- not quite yet, my love. May I?” He held both her hands in one of his, using the other to tug lightly at her slip.

“Please,” she said, unabashed in her eagerness.

Gale grinned, that wolfish smile that never failed to send a rush of moisture between her legs. He lifted the bottom hem, letting Tav pull it up and off the rest of the way, leaving her completely bare. Immediately his hands were on her, caressing from her hip, over her waist, up to her ribs and back down again as he stared at her with a heady mix of wonder and hunger.

“You are stunning,” he said quietly. “A greater masterpiece than any painter or sculptor could ever hope to create.”

Tav placed a hand over one of his and slowly drew it up to cup her breast. Gale licked his lips and squeezed lightly, enjoying the softness and weight of it. His other hand slid around her back and pulled her closer, letting him bury his face in her chest. Tav let out a quiet, pleased noise, her hand going to Gale’s hair and pulling it loose before burying her fingers in it, holding him close. Gale turned his head and began working his way across one curve with sucking, nipping kisses, eventually finding a nipple and wrapping his lips around it. Tav started to moan, but quickly brought a hand over her mouth, suddenly remembering that there was still staff in the house, and they still needed to try to avoid being overheard. Gale clearly was not concerned with making this easy for her, sucking one nipple while using his fingers to pinch at the other, leaving Tav to catch her whimpers with her hand. She leaned her hips forward, aching for contact, and found her thigh brushing against Gale’s hardness. He groaned into her chest and shifted forward, rubbing more firmly against her thigh and letting her feel plainly just how excited he truly was.

With a final nip to her breast he pulled his mouth away and pushed her back slightly, giving himself room to stand. He was flushed down to his chest and his breathing came heavily as he looked into her eyes. Tav placed her hands on his chest and slowly ran them down his body, one settling on his waist while the other continued down to cup him through his trousers, squeezing lightly and making him groan.

“May I?” she asked, voice no more than a breathy whisper. Gale looked at her for a long moment before finally saying the words she was aching to hear.

“You may.”

Buttons and ties were undone, fabric discarded, and finally he was bare before her. She had seen his member before of course, but seeing his body in its entirety took her breath away. She was sure her expression must mirror the one he’d had only minutes ago when her slip was removed.

Tav leaned in and Gale caught her by the waist, turning them around and laying her down on the bed, climbing up himself to lay over her.

“My beautiful Tavrielle,” he sighed, gently stroking her cheek. “I’ve been dreaming of your taste since the other night. Would you allow me to indulge once again?”

“Please,” she replied emphatically.

He kissed his way down her body while she tried not to squirm, and they moaned in unison when his mouth finally reached its destination. It was somehow even better than she remembered, the tension from his teasing slowness heightening the intensity of every sensation. She quickly cupped a hand back over her mouth to muffle the cries which came unbidden from her throat as he lapped at her eagerly.

“I cannot wait for the day when you need not muffle yourself, and I can fully enjoy the beautiful sounds you make for me,” Gale murmured against her before diving back in. His words drove her higher, closer to the precipice, and she knew she wasn’t going to last long like this. She fluttered against his mouth and he moaned, the vibrations rushing through her. He ran two fingers teasingly through her folds before sliding them into her easily. His lips latched around her sensitive pearl while his fingers curled inside her, rubbing against just the right spot, and all too soon she was shuddering apart, hips twitching up to chase the glorious pleasure of his mouth.

He finally relented once she started shuddering with the residual waves, and moved back up to lay over her once more. He kissed her deeply, the taste of her arousal lingering on his lips and tongue. He moved, and his cock slid through her slick, oversensitive folds, causing them both to moan. They broke apart, and it was clear from the expression on his face that the will to continue teasing her had fully faded.

“I need you,” he rasped. “My darling Tav, I need you. May I?”

In lieu of a verbal answer, Tav reached down and took hold of him, causing him to gasp. She positioned him at her entrance, and he leaned in for another kiss at the same time he pressed his hips forward, finally sheathing himself inside her. Their mouths parted again as they moaned, the sensation overwhelming.

“Oh Tav...”

“Gale, please move, I need-”

He heeded her request immediately, pulling back before pressing back in, grunting in pleased surprise when she suddenly snapped her hips up to meet his thrust, quickly burying him to the hilt. Their movements sped quickly, all trace of patience gone as they finally lost themselves in each other. They did their best to stifle their sounds of pleasure, and soon found that the best way to do so was simply to keep their mouths otherwise occupied, kissing over each other’s mouths and faces and necks and shoulders. Their pace was quick, Gale’s movements firm, though not rough. Tav luxuriated in the sensations, his warmth above her, the way his soft hair curtained their faces, the firm grip of his hands holding her steady for him, and of course, the waves of pleasure that flooded her with every thrust of his hips as he filled her perfectly again and again. By the time she felt him start to tense and his movements grow less steady, she was nearing the peak again herself. Gale groaned lowly as he took a moment to grind into her deeply.

“My love, will you let go for me again? I want so dearly to feel you.”

“Yes,” Tav gasped. “Close. So close. A bit more...” She started sliding a hand between them, down towards where they were connected, but Gale took hold of it, pressing it to the pillow by her head with their fingers wound together while his other hand took up the path instead. His skilled fingers worked her quickly, rubbing in small circles that had her racing towards the edge.

“That’s it,” he moaned as she tightened around him. “That’s it, my love. You feel incredible. Let go for me.”

His voice, rough with exertion and passion, pulled her over. His lips captured hers just in time to muffle her cry, and his as well as he tumbled after her, hips jerking as pleasure overtook them both.

All too soon, Gale rolled off of her, lying beside her while they both caught their breath. Their fingers remained laced together between them, a warm point of connection. Gale squeezed her hand, and Tav returned the gesture, turning to smile at him. She found him smiling back at her dreamily.

“Well worth a bit of subterfuge, I think,” she said.

“I couldn’t agree more.” He turned onto his side, leaning in to kiss her once again. It was warm and languid, though it grew gradually more heated as they went. Tav’s eyes were sparkling when they finally broke for air.

“How much longer do you think we have before the others return?” she asked, moving closer to press her body against his. Gale grinned.

“Oh, enough for one more round, at least.”

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Despite her previous exhaustion from the day’s festivities, Tav was practically buzzing with energy as she and Gale retired to his room. The wedding had been lovely, of course, as had the revelry after, but she was more than ready to be alone with her new husband. This would not be the first intimacy they'd shared — indeed, they had been quite insatiable over the past month or so — but it would be the first time they would be able to enjoy such intimacy without having to sneak away somewhere and keep quiet, lest someone find them out. The secrecy and clandestine meetings had their own thrill, of course, but she had longed to be able to devote herself fully to enjoying him, without having to keep an ear and eye out for unexpected company. Gale had kissed her fiercely the moment the carriage door had been closed behind them, hands roaming over her body as he held her close, and ever since she had been mentally preparing herself for whatever sweet torture he had in store for her.

True to the first time they had shared such pleasures, Gale had always been almost painfully slow and deliberate in his treatment of her, dragging their encounters out as long as possible despite the risk of potentially getting caught. He tried to play innocent, hiding behind the excuse of manners and gentlemanly behavior, but she was certain that he simply enjoyed teasing her. Thus, this being their wedding night, she expected even more teasing than usual. “I want this to be special,” he would say as he slowly drove her to madness, not touching her where she wanted until she begged him for it.

What she did not expect was for him to spin them around as soon as the bedroom door was closed and pin her to it with his body, kissing the air from her lungs as he ground his hips against hers. She gasped into his mouth, clutching at his jacket, caught off-guard by his sudden onslaught. She was finally able to catch her breath once his mouth left hers, moving instead to kiss and bite down her neck to her chest where it heaved at her neckline.

“This is unexpected,” she panted.

“Is it?” Gale asked, sounding genuinely confused, though he continued to mouth his way over her breasts. “It is hardly unusual, I think, for a man to desire his new bride on their wedding night.” His hands snaked around behind her, his fingers starting to work at the buttons on the back of her bodice.

Tav laughed breathlessly. “No, not that. You’re just usually much more, mmm... methodical than this. Not that I’m complaining, of course.”

Gale pulled back to look at her, then, and the fire in his deep brown eyes made her knees weak.

“I have the rest of our lives to take my time with you,” he panted. “But I have been waiting all day for this, and I need you now.” He’d gotten the first two buttons undone, but was fumbling a bit with the third, and he growled in frustration.

“How fond are you of this dress?” he asked, sounding impatient.

“Rather,” Tav said warily. “It was purchased specifically for our wedding. Why?”

“Then I’ll have it repaired for you,” he replied before firmly gripping the partially opened back and pulling hard at both sides. Tav gasped at the sound of buttons hitting the floor. A gasp which turned into a moan as Gale claimed her mouth again, simultaneously yanking down the front of her gown, the sleeves sliding down her arms. He pushed it down far enough to slide a hand down the back and pull roughly at the ties of her stays, untying and pulling them loose before sliding that down as well. That done, he yanked down the front of her slip and found his prize, his lips latching victoriously onto one of her nipples.

Tav cried out, leaning into the sensation, and groaning at the feeling of Gale’s erection rubbing against her hip. He didn’t pull his mouth away as he guided them both backwards towards the bed, spinning them again at the last second to push her onto it. She attempted to raise herself with her arms, but found the busk of her stays stopped her, sitting low as it was now from when Gale had pulled them down. Gale quickly undid the fall of his breeches and freed himself, his eagerness showing in the drops of moisture beading at the head of his cock. He shoved her skirts up over her hips and reached down with one hand, pressing his fingers to her entrance. He groaned at the wetness he found there, so plentiful that it was smeared over her thighs as well.

“I love how eager you are for me,” he breathed, bringing the fingers to his mouth to suck them clean before positioning himself and rubbing his tip through her slick folds.

“Please Gale,” she begged, canting her hips up towards him. Gale growled again, grabbing her hips hard.

“As the lady wishes,” he rumbled.

He entered her with a single firm roll of his hips, both of them moaning as he slid in all the way to the hilt. They paused for a moment, breathing heavily, reveling in the connection, before Gale began to pull out before thrusting back in roughly. He set a punishing pace, leaving Tav to writhe beneath him, nearly pinned as she was, clutching desperately at the bedding and crying out her pleasure. He’d never been this rough with her before, this wild, and she was loving every moment of it. The way he fucked into her with abandon, grasping hard enough at her hips that she wondered if it might leave bruises, it was overwhelming in the best way.

Gale let himself fall forward onto his arms, caging her beneath him. His mouth returned to her neck and breasts, and one of her hands moved to pull his hair out of its tie and tangle in it. She tugged, and his answering moan tingled deliciously against her skin.

“Gale,” she whined, clutching at his back, fingers digging into the fabric.

“Tav,” he groaned in response, nipping at her shoulder. “My lovely Tav.” He leaned up, bringing his mouth next to her ear. “My beautiful, breathtaking Mrs. Dekarios.”

Tav gasped at that, the words sending a new wave of heat rushing through her, straight down to her core. She felt Gale grin against her.

“Do you like it when I call you that, Mrs. Dekarios?”

Beyond words at this point, Tav could only nod, whimpering her assent.

“I’m glad,” Gale panted in her ear. “Because I very much enjoy saying it.”

He kept moving, his pace not wavering, cries falling from Tav’s lips at the relentless onslaught of pleasure.

“That’s it,” Gale groaned. “Let me hear you. You sing so beautifully for me. A melody for my ears alone. I’ve been waiting for this all day. You’ve never looked so radiant as you did, smiling at me at the altar. The first time I called you Mrs. Dekarios I feared I might embarrass myself, so intense was the feeling it brought.” He interrupted his rhythm briefly to give a particularly hard grind, as if for emphasis, pulling another long moan from Tav’s throat. “It took all of my will to wait until we were here, rather than simply taking you in the carriage.”

Tav gasped, the mental image making her clench around him. Gale grunted at the feeling. His speed remained steady, but he grew more forceful, the sounds of slick skin hitting slick skin filling the room. Short, sharp cries left Tav’s lips with every thrust, and Gale’s verbal stream of poetic filth and praise gave way to wordless moans, their voices rising in a symphony of shared pleasure. It didn’t take much longer for Tav to feel herself nearing the edge, her whole body pulled taught like a thread ready to snap.

“Gale,” she gasped. “Gale, so close. Please I- I need-”

She broke off with a moan as Gale immediately brought one hand down to rub her in exactly the way she needed. No more than a minute later she was sobbing his name, a powerful climax overtaking her. Gale followed quickly, grinding deep as his seed filled her, a choked moan tumbling from his lips.

They stayed there for a long moment, catching their breath and letting the stars fade from their eyes. Finally, Gale propped himself up to look at her, bringing one hand up to gently stroke Tav’s cheek. She smiled at him, soft and sated.

“My love...�� he murmured, his quiet, enamored tone such a contrast to his roughness only minutes before. “My beautiful wife.”

“My darling husband,” she replied, smiling more broadly at the way he lit up at the words.

“That wasn't too rough, I hope,” he said earnestly. “I've been struggling all day to keep my hands off of you. Once we were finally alone I'm afraid I couldn't help myself.”

“Not at all,” Tav assured him. “In fact,” she continued, lips curving into a mischievous smirk, “as long as you have them repaired after, I wouldn’t object to you tearing open my dresses like that more often.”

Gale laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, leaning in for another quick kiss. “Speaking of, how about I help you out of these clothes properly?”

“Mmm, yes please.”

Soon they were both undressed, holding each other close in the bed, enjoying the knowledge that this would only be the first of many nights spent this way.

“My dearest Tav,” Gale sighed as he stroked her back, his brown eyes warm and adoring as they stared into hers. “I am the luckiest man in the world to be here with you. I love you more than words could ever possibly say.”

Tav kissed him, slow and heated. “How fortunate then, that you have more at your disposal than words to express it.” She rested her forehead against his, their noses brushing, her breath ghosting over his lips as she spoke. “Don't just tell me, my love. Show me.”

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 fanfic #gale x tav #gale x tav smut #my writing #yes this is the fic i mentioned last night that took 2 weeks longer to write than planned lol #hotter than a fireball #fanfic

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