#dark pebble pool

[procrastinatingpixels]

Pool - Traditional Pool Mid-sized elegant backyard concrete paver and rectangular lap hot tub photo

[gomioujo]

Lap Pool in New York Mid-sized elegant backyard concrete paver and rectangular lap hot tub photo

[alleynyc]

An illustration of a sizable traditional backyard brick structure with an infinity pool.

Creative Pioneers

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

🐚⚓️🫧List of Random Things For Your Dark Coastal Settings | For Writers🐚⚓️🫧

Since you all loved the list of random things for Dark Academia, here’s a list of items, things, sights etc.. you might find in a Dark Coastal setting.

The Cliffside 🌊

Jagged slate-gray rocks jutting out from the churning sea

Swaths of wild, windblown grasses and mosses clinging to the cliffs

Crumbling stone ruins half-hidden in the fog

The eerie cries of seabirds circling overhead

Gnarled, salt-weathered driftwood scattered across the shoreline

The Cove 🐚

A small pebbly beach tucked into a sheltered inlet

Seaweed-covered tide pools teeming with mysterious marine life

Centuries-old fishing nets and lobster traps hung to dry

Weathered wooden rowboats moored at a rickety dock

The salty, briny scent of the sea lingering in the air

The Lighthouse 🗼

A tall, round stone tower with a flickering lantern on top

Faded nautical charts and weather-beaten log books inside

An antique brass telescope trained on the horizon

The heavy thump of the lighthouse bell in the distance

Coils of fraying rope and a tarnished brass spyglass on the windowsill

The Shipwreck 🛥️

The rusted, half-submerged hull of an ancient sailing vessel

Tangled knots of kelp and barnacles clinging to the metal

Fragments of shattered wood and twisted metal debris

The eerie, echoing creaks and groans of the wreckage in the waves

Fragments of weathered, sun-bleached bones glinting in the murky depths

The Coastal Cottage 🏠

A small, weathered wooden house with peeling paint

Tattered sheer curtains fluttering in the salty sea breeze

Shelves lined with antique glass bottles and driftwood sculptures

A wood-burning stove with a teapot whistling softly

The distant sound of foghorns cutting through the mist

The Shipwreck Cove 🚢

Jutting black cliffs, their bases strewn with the bones of broken ships

Seaweed-covered ribs of an old shipwreck, barnacles clinging to the wood

Rusted metal and shattered glass glittering in the crashing waves

Cawing of crows circling overhead, their shadows flickering on the rocks

The hollow, echoing sound of the wind whistling through the caves

The Seaside Cemetery 🪦

Rows of crumbling tombstones covered in moss and lichen

Twisted, windblown trees casting long, ominous shadows

The faint scent of night-blooming jasmine on the breeze

A rusted wrought-iron gate creaking open to the path

Fog rolling in, obscuring the distant sound of the surf

[sluttyminghao]

♡ pairing: wonwoo x fem!reader ♡ word count: approx 2k ♡ genre: filthy, filthy smut ♡ includes: dom!wonwoo, sub!reader, choking, pool sex, possessive wonwoo, overstimulation, rough sex, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, nipple play (f. receiving), praise + degradation, this is literally just pure filth ♡ a/n: anotha one. tagging @sluttywonwoo bc i know she needs to see this ily bae happy belated birthday

The sun is sinking low on the horizon and bleeding gold and crimson hues across the sky. The last rays from the warm day were scattering perfectly over the glittering surface of the pool. The world is slow and heavy with heat, but you’re not paying attention to anything but the man in front of you.

Wonwoo looks obscene like this; he’s sitting at the edge of the pool, legs spread, and his dark swim trunks clinging to him like a lifeline, small droplets are sliding down his chest in lazy trails. His hair is messy and a little curly, wet from an earlier dip, and he’s watching you with something dangerous simmering in his dark, dark eyes.

You’re kneeling between his legs, your hands trailing slowly up his thighs teasingly, knowing exactly how close you’re pushing him to snapping. From the looks of it, he wasn't far off.

"Quit playing," he growls low, his voice like thunder vibrating through his chest.

You look up at him through your lashes, feigning innocence, but the wicked curve of your lips gives away your intentions immediately. His hand flies to your hair, and you feel him tangle his fingers within the strands, gripping just tight enough to make you gasp.

"You want to act like a fucking brat?" he mutters, leaning down, nose brushing yours. "I'll treat you like one."

Your stomach flips violently, heat pooling between your legs.

Before you can make another smart comment, he pulls you up roughly by the hair, hauling you into his lap so you're straddling him, your bare thighs spreading wide over his. The wet fabric of his trunks does little to hide how hard he is, the thick and heavy length of him pressing right against your soaked swimsuit.

He rocks his hips up once, slow and deliberate, dragging a sharp whimper from your throat, eliciting a smirk on his lips.

"Do you feel that?" he says darkly, his plump lips brushing over the shell of your ear. "That's what you do to me. Every time you look at me like that, every time you fucking tease me..."

You grind down against him instinctively, desperate for friction, and he chuckles, it’s low, cruel, and devastating. His hands have a tight grip on your hips, almost bruising, and forcing you to stay still.

"No, baby. You don't get to take what you want," he hisses. "Not until I say."

You groan out in frustration, but the need for him and his cock is dizzying and all-consuming. Every single one of your nerve endings is on fire, and every muscle in your body is strung tight with want and lust.

Finally, he shifts, ripping violently at the strings of your bikini until the top falls away, your nipples pebbling in the slowly cooling evening air. His mouth is on your tits immediately, hot and demanding, sucking a nipple into his mouth with a groan that rumbles through your entire body.

Your head tips back, a moan ripping from your lips, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling.

"You’re fucking perfect," he mutters against your skin, nipping quickly at the sensitive bud before switching to the other breast. "Perfect and all mine."

The possessiveness in his voice sends another wave of slickness pooling between your thighs. When he finally slides a hand between your bodies, yanking your bikini bottom aside, his fingers slip through your folds easily, finding you dripping.

"Goddamn," he breathes, almost reverent. "All of this for me?"

"Please," you gasp, squirming, but he only smirks, teasing your entrance, brushing your clit with maddening lightness.

"Use your words, baby."

"I need you," you choke out. "Need your cock. Need you to fuck me, Wonwoo — please."

The sound of need and desperation in your voice breaks something in him. In one brutal motion, he’s lifting you and dragging the tip of his cock through your slick folds, smearing himself in your juices before pushing inside you in a single, overwhelming thrust.

You scream as he bottoms out, the stretch of him is too much, too good, your walls are spasming around the sudden intrusion. He fills you up completely, splitting you open until you can feel him in your stomach. You’re almost certain your cervix will be bruised after he’s done with you.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he grits out, forehead pressing to yours, every muscle in his body straining, his neck vein significantly more prominent now than it had been five minutes ago. "So fucking good."

He doesn’t give you a second to adjust. Instead, he sets a punishing pace immediately, snapping his hips up into you hard enough to rock you both, the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin, filthy and echoing under the open sky.

Each thrust hits something deep inside you, the pleasure is slamming through your body in raw, electric bursts. You can't think nor can you breathe, you can only sob broken curses into his shoulder, clinging to him as he ruins you with each thrust.

"Take it," he growls into your ear, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. "I want you to take all of it, baby. You're mine. You hear me?"

"Y-yes," you whimper, nails digging into his back and your eyes rolling back as he delivers a particularly hard thrust. "Yours, Wonwoo, all yours!"

His hand sneaks between your bodies again, finding your clit, rubbing tight, punishing circles that send sparks of white-hot pleasure up your spine.

"You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?" he taunts, voice feral. "Gonna let me feel you squeeze my cock?"

You nod frantically, the coil in your belly tightening, spiralling out of control and about to snap.

"Come on," he growls. "Cum for me. Let everyone fucking hear who you belong to."

The filthy words shatter you. You cry out as your thighs tremble, your pussy clenching down hard around him as your orgasm tears through you, blinding and vicious. Wonwoo snarls something guttural you can't quite hear, his hips stuttering as he follows you over the edge, grinding deep inside you, flooding you with his release.

He stays buried in you for a long moment, both of you gasping for air, clinging to each other like lifelines.

Slowly, he pulls back to look at you—your flushed face, your wrecked and desperate expression; and there’s something dark and possessive that flickers in his eyes.

"You think we're done?" he asks, voice rough and dangerous.

You barely manage a shaky laugh.

"I’m not going anywhere," you whisper.

His smile is slow and lethal.

"Good," he says, sliding his arms under you again, lifting you like you weigh nothing. "Because I’m gonna fuck you against every goddamn surface around this pool."

And from the way his cock is already hardening again inside you, you know he’s dead serious.

The water sloshes around you as Wonwoo carries you back into the pool, your body still trembling, hypersensitive from the first orgasm he had already wrung out of you.

You cling to him, barely coherent, your face buried in his neck. His heartbeat thunders under your palms, fast and heavy, matching your own.

But he doesn’t give you a chance to recover.

His grip tightens on your thighs as he presses you back against the pool wall, the cold tile biting into your overheated skin. His cock is still buried inside you, swelling again, hardening even though he just came. The stretch of him is almost unbearable, your walls still fluttering around him, slick with your combined release.

Wonwoo leans back to look at you, his face dark, wrecked, and so goddamn beautiful it hurts.

"You can take it," he says roughly, one hand sliding up your neck, fingers wrapping gently but firmly around your throat. The action alone has your cunt clenching around him, his lethal smirk only growing wider. "You're my good girl, aren't you?"

Your breath stutters at the mere mention of praise, your body arching instinctively into his touch.

"Y-yes," you gasp, voice ragged.

He squeezes his fingers around your throat, just a little bit, but also just enough to make your head spin and your core clench desperately around him.

"Then open up for me," he orders.

And then he starts to move.

No teasing this time. No slow buildup. Just filthy, brutal thrusts, the sound of him slamming into you echoing off the water, obscene and raw. His hand around your throat tightens, cutting off your breath just enough to make every nerve ending light up in dizzying pleasure.

Your mouth falls open in a silent scream, the pressure in your lungs matching the pressure building inside you, tight and white-hot. Everything is beginning to feel too much, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continues his precise thrusts.

Wonwoo groans low in his chest, watching you fall apart bit by bit under him, so utterly fucking wrecked. 

"You love it, don't you?" he growls, voice feral. "Love being used like this. Love letting me fuck you dumb."

You nod helplessly, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes from the overstimulation, from the lack of air, from how fucking good everything feels.

He finally releases your throat just long enough for you to gasp in a desperate breath — and then he’s back, slamming into you harder, deeper, using your body like it’s his, like he owns it.

"You’re mine," he snarls. "Say it."

"Yours," you cry out, voice breaking. "Wonwoo, I'm yours, I'm yours…"

Your body betrays you, clenching impossibly tight around him, a second orgasm ripping through you even more violently than the first. You sob his name, clawing at his back, your entire body shaking with the force of it.

Wonwoo curses, head dropping to your shoulder, his thrusts turning sloppy, erratic.

"Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna fill you up again, baby," he pants. "Gonna stuff you so full you feel me for days."

You shudder at the filth dripping from his lips, at the unbearable pleasure still sparking through your nerves.

With a deep and broken groan, he slams into you one last time, grinding deep, spilling inside you again, the warmth of it blooming inside your already sensitive core and making your body spasm unconsciously again.

He stays in that position briefly, breathing hard against your skin, holding you so tightly it’s almost bruising, like he’s terrified you’ll slip away.

You don’t. You can’t.

You’re his.

Completely.

When he finally pulls back enough to look at you, your legs are trembling so badly you can’t hold yourself up, so he keeps you pinned against the wall, his hands stroking your sides gently now, in an attempt to ground you.

"You did so good, baby," he murmurs, brushing wet hair back from your face. His voice is raw, low, aching with something more than lust. "So good and perfect for me."

You blink up at him, dazed, tears streaking your cheeks, your lips swollen and trembling. The soft, broken sound you make when he kisses you again, slow and tender this time, almost undoes him completely.

He presses his forehead to yours, breathing you in, keeping you close.

"We’re not done," he whispers, a wicked gleam in his eye despite how wrecked you both are. "Not even close."

And from the way he’s already hardening again inside you, still pulsing, still needing, you know he means it.

You’re not surviving the night. And honestly? You don’t mind.

[professorplaid]

Poolhouse - Traditional Pool Example of a huge classic backyard brick and custom-shaped infinity pool house design

[buckyalpine]

Warnings: 18+ dub con, smut, Dark Bucky, breeding kinks. I want some Dark twin Bucky. Jealous twin Bucky. Manipulative, sexy, mob boss twisted Bucky. His brother James is everything good, everything wholesome, everything perfect. James had everything in life, the nicest house, a respectable job, the sweetest wife. Oh, how sweet his wife was.

Bucky couldn’t care less for the perfect reputation his brother had nor did he care for the money, he had so much more. More power. More control. The only thing his brother had that he wanted for himself was you. His brother didn't value or care for you for what you were worth, always working, focused on business, leaving you in the large house all by yourself. Bucky would have never. Not if he had you.

Loving, gentle, soft as silk.

Pure, untainted, everything he wasn't.

He had to have you.

"Babydoll"

You smiled hearing your husband enter your shared bedroom as you got out of the shower, wrapping a fluffy towel around yourself before going to greet him. He sat at the edge of the bed with a knowing smirk, shamelessly eyeing you up and down like he always did, your cheeks heating up under his watchful stare. You loved how much he adored you. He strode over, humming at the scent of your body wash, his nose trailing up the column of your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin, his hands wandering to the edge of your towel.

"Miss me, baby?" He pulled it off, letting it pool to the floor leaving you bare before him, picking you up and laying on on the mattress, you were so perfect, pliant, he could already smell your arousal, your nipples pebbled against the cold air begging for his warm mouth.

"moy kotenok" He purred, nipping at your earlobe, your brows knitting in confusion, he never spoke Russian to you, only his brother-

“James?” You squeak, your heart starting to beat rapidly, blood running cold. This wasn’t your husband. You tried to scramble away, cover yourself but he grabbed your wrists in his hand, pinning them above your head. You then noticed the dark ink that peekd beneath his shirt, his telltale silver chain slipping out and dangling above your face. Your husband only wore his wedding ring, you tried so hard, unable to move his heavy body off you.

"Bucky-Bucky get off, what are you doing-

"Taking what should be mine, kotenok, showing you what being loved by a real man is like" He crawled off you, thighs spread wide kneeling in front of you. "He doesn't know what you deserve printsessa"

He shoved your legs apart, holding them from squirming, your twitching pearl amusing him. "S'been long, hasn't it, you say you don't want me but that swollen button says otherwise, what if I-"

He spits onto your clit making you cry out, a rough calloused thumb coming down to flick it to his hearts content. Your body jolted at the sensation, it was wrong, so wrong, God it had been so fucking long...

No.

"Bucky st-stop" You hiccupped as he moved faster, he could see your slick dampening the sheets, his idiot brother didn't know what he was missing.

"Why would I do that, hm? Look at how your body responds to me, you want this. Gonna get you so pregnant, bunny” Bucky smirked, giving his thick bulge a squeeze, making a show of shamelessly palming his erection. “Y’wouldnt even know who the daddy is”

He doesn't waste a second pulling his cock out, grinning at the way your cunt welcomes him home despite your futile protests. You scratch at him between moans of pleasure, your legs wrapping around his tapered waist. He pounds into you with purpose, he wants his child in your belly, he couldn't wait to see his brother dote on you not knowing any better.

He got harder thinking about your breasts leaking with milk as you got bigger, milk to feed his baby, milk to feed him. He'd find a way.

"Gonna put my child in you printsessa, give you my baby, show you where a man puts his cum, you'll take it won't you bunny, such a good housewife"

"No-No you-you can't oh God!" Your body shudders as pleasure and guilt washes over you, clinging onto him for dear life as he fucks you through your orgasm.

"That's right, cum for me, he can't make you cum like I can, don't think I haven't heard you with him, look at you, just a slutty little mess, you smell of sex kitten"

He intends on making the biggest mess in your pussy, needing it to drip onto the sheets you sleep in. You'd stay wrapped up in his essence while it leaked out of you, his sperm exactly where it needed to be, right in your belly-

"Get ready kitten, get ready to take it, fuck-squeezing me so good, tell me you want it, I know you do, m'gonna cum so hard for you princess, just for you, all this-fuck-do you feel it, s'all for you, SHIITTT" He roared, pumping you with the stutter of his hips, the headboard slamming against the wall as he emptied himself, shamelessly moaning into your neck.

The next 9 months would be interesting.

[chanifesto]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ride | bang chan

pairing: bang chan x afab!reader

synopsis: you’re ovulating and want to ride chan.

genre: straight smut homie

word count: 3.2k

warnings: [MDNI!] explicit sexual content, softdom!bangchan, pet names (baby, sweet girl, angel), mating press (for like 2 secs, no intercourse), oral (f rec.), piv sex, unprotected sex (don’t try this at home!), allusions to STI testing and birth control, creampie, the slightest amount of breeding kink + overstimulation in the end, chan wants to play, he’s so in love, ugh he’s such a sweetie, a feral sweetie

reader notes: written with afab reader in mind. reader has breasts and a vagina (more like wap). all characters are consenting and over 18 yo.

۶ৎ  𝑙𝑒𝑒'𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑒  ࿐  wrote this bc i’m also ovulating and want to ride chan.

“Already so hot for me, hm?”

  Yes. You were. And you were nearly bare beneath Chan’s heavy gaze if not for your cute, little panties, the crotch soaked through, practically translucent, enough to wet the touch of whatever—whoever—dared to feather over the fabric adorning your sacred, seeping hole.

  Chan has you spread before him on his sheets at the edge of his bed, one leg stretched out to rest delicately on his naked shoulder, the other pushed to your chest, your foot dangling over his hand pressing into the plush back of your thigh.

  You were a dream come to life below him, the wettest dream composed only for the eyes of a man like him, too far past the pathetic cognitive confines of a teenage dirtbag. You were a fallen angel on his sheets, and all Chan could do was relish in how gone you were, how hot and wet and desperate you were, just for him.

  He licks his bottom lip and lets his heavy, barely open eyes wash down your body, drinking in the mess he’d made of you—he hadn’t even touched you yet.

  You’re basked atop the luscious pool of sheets, eyes dark and chasmic, begging into his dark chocolate orbs for his hands, mouth, and cock to ravish you. Your cheeks are flushed, hot with need, and your lips swell, pink and wet from what felt like centuries of making out before Chan had you in your current state. Your mouth parts to let the string of quick, deep breaths wisp out of your thoracic limits, heightened from the soft arch of your back. Your breasts heave with respiration, nipples pebbled against the comfortable coolness of the room, pleading to be pinched and sucked.

  Chan’s eyes wander down to the cloth between your legs, and the sight wreaks him. Your panties are ruined, lucid with slick that seems to gush out of you sans constraint, the never-ending patch diffusing throughout the cotton.

  God, Chan loved you like this, loved your desperation and obedience and wetness for him the few days a month you were in heat. It gave him a chance to really provide for you, give you everything and anything you needed to cool you off until you were whining to go again. Every month, he was ready, aching to make his baby feel so, so good.

  He feels searing blood pump into his cock, hardening his rod against the already taut fabric of his sweatpants. He slowly peers back into your eyes and catches a familiar glint that tells him you can’t wait any longer. There’s a mellow smirk accompanying his heavy-lidded eyes, a simple mask to help him ignore how all he wants to do is fall to his knees and pout his lips over your clit for the next hour.

  “This is okay?” He’d already asked more than once, but it was never enough for Chan.

  You writhe beneath him and softly moan. “Yes, Chan.”

  The fingers dancing over your ankle leisurely feather down your leg. “What do you need, baby?”

  Your hips writhe, and you whine. “Need you inside, Chan, please.”

  He hums, the pads of his fingers now running across the back of your thigh, leg still stretched out near his head.

  He’ll give it to you, and gosh did he want to do you in good. He wanted you gushing under him, mumbling incoherently from the luxurious pressure of his thrusts, but Chan also wanted to play, just for a little. He wanted to see how far he could string out his sweet girl’s desperation until she was begging for exactly what she needed.

  He pushes down on your leg, rendering it a matching pair with its twin, and leans into you. His hands cage you under him near your waist, the heat of your supple skin fogging over his fingers. The back of your legs rest against his hard, broad body, sculpting you into a mating press.

  Chan nuzzles his nose against yours. Both your eyes have succumbed to the weight they bear, whispering to a close before your lips mold into the other.

  He kisses you softly, granting you just enough pressure to push you into overdrive. Your hands fumble up his shoulders, finding purchase in his hair, gripping tight. You tug him closer, greedier. A groan, low and guttural, vibrates out of him and trembles down to your core.

  His hot mouth sucks up your bottom lip, lets it swell in his mouth, coats it with his spit. It rolls back out when he feels your heat squirm against the curve of his cock.

  Chan pulls himself from the warmth of your face. He wants to watch your brows scrunch, watch your wet lips pout when he grinds the hard curve of his length into your clothed cunt.

  It’s too much and not enough, like the first breath of air when you resurface from underwater. He’s so hard, and his cock rubs just right, deliciously over your clit. You press your head into the mattress, your hands clutch at his hair as you try to meet the agonizing motion of his hips. You pout and mewl up at him.

  He smiles, wicked and smug. Then kisses you, slow and sweet.

  Chan’s plush lips flutter down your jaw and neck, ghosting over your breast before he sucks your hardened nipple into his blazing mouth. You moan, bucking up against the ghost of his now absent hips. 

  His tongue flattens over your peak, covering it with a glistening sheen. He sucks and circles and flicks before he sucks hard off of you with a pop, wasting no time fastening his lips back to your skin to kiss down to the only clothed part of your body.

  Chan wants to play, wants to take his time pushing you to a release, but he feels a ticking in the pit of his own abdomen, and he knows he won’t last much longer without giving you exactly what you needed, so he slings his thumbs into the waistband of your panties and tugs.

  The lacey band slides past your hips, past the level of your cunt when the crotch latches off with a resisting damp stick. A thin string of your slick stretches out to the wet splotch on your panties, drooping down onto the sheets when the fabric raises too far up your thighs and clears your feet.

  Chan’s hand smooths your thigh onto his shoulder, while the other works near the base of the bed to bunch your panties into a ball of fabric that is soon to never return to your underwear drawer.

  You're a sight for the books, art fit for museums beyond human capability. Now that you were completely bare beneath his gaze, slick, glistening proof of your arousal drooling onto the plush cotton towel he’d (thankfully) laid out just for you, Chan thinks—no, he knows—he’ll have to ravish you. And he’ll do it by fucking all of the pretty thoughts he has about you straight into your core.

  Your seeping pussy coaxes him in, the sight calling his lips to gently kiss over your thigh, each press a brand of affection seared into your flesh. He’s already half-drunk on the scent of you.

  And God, the scent. It’s divine. Heady and thick and achingly familiar. It wraps around him, makes his head light, his cock throb against the too taut seam of his pants. His tongue darts out to taste the air, to imagine what you’d feel like on it, and the moment his mouth finally hovers over your heat, he has to exhale a slow, ragged breath through his nose to keep from burying his face in you like a starved man.

  “Look at this mess, baby,” he mumbles, heavy eyes flickering up to catch yours through the haze. “Gonna suck it all out of you, yeah?”

  And then, he licks.

  The flat of his tongue starts from your dripping entrance and slides up to your clit in one long, sinful drag. You jolt with a sharp inhale, thighs twitching on his shoulders as your head falls back with a low moan. He hums against you, savouring every inch of the taste, the warmth, the overwhelming slick. His nose nudges your nub, lips parting to suck your clit into his mouth like it’s the sweetest fruit.

  Your hands are threading into his hair, tugging without thought. Chan groans deep into you, the vibration making your spine curve off the bed.

  He eats you like it’s the only thing that matters. His tongue flicks and flattens and circles and dips, teasing your entrance just enough to taste the flood of slick before returning to your swollen, needy clit. His soft lips wrap around it, suctioning onto you so hard, pulling cries and whimpers from your throat like he’s conducting you with every movement of his mouth. Your angel voice serenades him with a melodic blend of pleas and his name.

  “Mmm, please, Chan—please please please.”

  He moans at your voice, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he lets himself sink into the rhythm. Suck, flick, lap. Over and over. Every sound you make is a reward, every roll of your hips a command he obeys. And when your thighs start to clamp around his head, twitching, your hips trying to rock into his face, he succumbs to your needs.

  He wants you to ride his mouth. Wants to feel you fall apart against his tongue.

  His hands slide under your ass, tilting your hips up, and he dives in deeper. His tongue thrusts into your soaked hole, curling, then returns to your clit. His spit mixes with your slick, a wet, messy potion painted across his chin and lips.

  Your sound is broken, wreaked, gasping out his name, your moans pleading for a release. Delinquent hips roll into him, chasing after a high that was just one step out of your reach.

  He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even slow. Because he knows he has you right where he wants you. So, he just groans low and needy into your cunt and tightens his grip as you finally writhe into bliss.

  Your thighs lock around his head, your entire body bowing into the orgasm that crashes through you in high tides. You’re clenching, fluttering wildly as your slick gushes against his tongue, and Chan drinks it down, groaning like he’s in heaven.

  He is in heaven.

  He holds you there through every aftershock, licking you gently now, soft and slow, kissing your clit with the kind of affection that makes your thighs quiver and your core clench again, helplessly sensitive.

  When he finally pulls back, your slick adorns the lower half of his face, glistening in the low light. He kisses your inner thigh one more time, eyes still heavy with his own desperation.

  “Did so well, angel, so perfect,” he murmurs, voice thick and ruined.

  And you? 

  You're his masterpiece of a mess, panting like you just surfaced from the deep.

  Eyes dark and dazed, Chan hovers above your body. He’s not sure if he should crawl away or curl into you. 

  But you make the decision for him, because even through the waves of release, the high hadn’t ebbed. Not fully. Not with the excruciating stretch of his sweatpants still tented between your legs. Not with the weight of his adoration still anchoring you both to the bed.

  You find the edges of his jaw with your fingertips, still quivering from how he wrecked you, and Chan leans into your touch, a planet to the sun.

  “I want to ride you,” you whisper.

  It’s not a question. It’s not even a request. It’s a tethered need, soft but unrelenting, looped around both your hearts and tugged tight.

  Chan’s breath halts.

  He swears something stutters in his chest. His eyes flutter open, and for a second, he’s a man stripped of every coherent thought. Just nerves lit like fire and a heartbeat so loud it rattles in his ears.

  “You…” he starts, then trails off, his voice wrecked and low. His throat bobs. “You wanna be on top?”

  You nod slowly, brows knit like this is something fragile. Sacred.

  It is.

  Because it’s not just about wanting control—it’s about trust. And Chan has never felt so honored to give and receive it.

  He presses a kiss to your wrist. Then your palm. Then the center of your chest, where your heart still dances from the work of his mouth.

  “Okay,” he murmurs. “Okay, baby. Take me.”

  He shifts under you, careful, soft, pulls off his sweatpants and boxers in one go, leaving his thick, aching length pulsing and flushed and glistening against the lower valley of his stomach. 

  You crawl into his lap, straddling his thighs, and Chan’s hands instinctively settle on your hips. His head falls back against the pillow, the cords of his neck tight with restraint. He looks at you, his angel made of moonlight and the answer to every unnamed prayer he’s ever breathed through grit teeth in lonely hours.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he swoons, a mellow confession. 

  Your fingers trail down his chest, feeling the way his abs twitch under your touch. His cock jumps when you slide your slick folds along the base of him, and Chan swears under his breath, knuckles blanching as he grips your hips tighter.

  The glide is slow, indulgent. It was your way of savoring him. You rub against him, your clit catching the ridge of his tip each time you rock forward, and Chan’s breath punches out of him in stuttered gasps. His eyes never leave your face—kiss-swollen lips, dreamy dropping eyes—even as his hips buck helplessly under you.

  “Fuck,” he groans, eyes fluttering. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

  With tests negative and your eggs surrendered to the control of coloured pills, you brace your hands on his chest, and he watches you—every breath, every flicker of pleasure across your face—as if it’s the most exquisite art. 

  And when you finally sink down, slowly, divinely, the bare heat of you enveloping him inch by tremoring inch, Chan moans so deeply it sounds torn from his soul.

  His eyes sew shut. His hands grip your thighs like he’s afraid he’ll float off the earth if he lets go.

  He doesn’t speak at first. Just breathes. Shudders.

  Then, softly, “Fuck—please.”

  You move, slow at first, and Chan meets each motion with a gentle rock of his hips. 

  It’s consuming, the way your warm, gummy walls slide against his hardened rod, the way he disappears into you with each grind of your hips. The remaining potion of your arousal and his spit gush over his bare tip and dribbles down his length.

  And your face—fuck, it was going to ravish him, ruin him far past the limits of your cunt. Pretty pout merged into an oh, eyes barely open before they shut tight. You were godly.

  You ride him like you’re claiming him, and Chan surrenders to you.

  His hands roam your body, thumb brushing over the curve of your breast, then gripping your waist. His gaze stays locked to your being and nothing but, drinking in the little gasps you spill, the arch of your back when you angle just right, the way your walls flutter around him when he groans your name.

  There’s nothing more beautiful than this, than you above him, owning him, loving him, making him unravel piece by piece.

  The way you move on him is poetry turned to flesh.

  Each roll of your hips is a verse, each sigh a stanza, and Chan is completely spellbound, caught in the cadence of your body, unwinding the syllables of your name under his breath.

  He’s close.

  Gosh, he’s been close since the second you sank onto him, but now, the pressure wraths tight and hot at the base of his spine, every nerve lit like a fuse, and Chan knows he doesn’t have much longer until he’s helplessly falling apart for you.

  So, he brings a thumb to your nub and presses a slow circle into it.

  You mewl and clench around him, soft and fluttering, and his hips jerk. His head presses back against the pillow with a low, desperate groan. 

  “Baby,” he pants, voice rough, thumb still working into you, “I’m not gonna last—”

  “I want it,” you whisper, almost boarding on a breathless mewl. “Want you to come inside.”

  And it’s over.

  Chan’s mouth falls open in a silent moan, his whole body tightening beneath yours. His fingers dig into your hips, anchoring himself to the moment, his thumb coaxing you into your second orgasm until you're twitching above him, eyes shut tight, mumbling his name in a high sob.

  And then, he’s spilling into you, hot and thick and endless.

  His mind whites out. His breath stutters. He feels like he’s burning and being saved all at once.

  You don’t stop, not yet. 

  You keep moving, riding him through every wave of it, milking him with slow, deep grinds that draw out his pleasure until it teeters on overwhelming.

  “Fuck,” he chokes out, his voice wreaked, “just like that—oh god, angel, I’m yours—”

  His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest as you finally still. He’s still twitching inside you, still pulsing weakly, his cum leaking out in slow, sticky drips that smear where your bodies press together.

  It’s messy. Intimate. Utterly undone.

  And Chan has never loved anything more.

  His lips find your shoulder, your neck, your temple. Kisses soft as the air after a storm, trying to say everything his tongue is too ruined to form.

  “Thank you,” he murmurs, dizzy with adoration.

  You hum, cheek nuzzled into his hair, and Chan closes his eyes, his whole body still twiching, but grounded now by the feel of your heartbeat against his.

  “I mean it,” he whispers, thumbing lazy circles into your spine. “You’re everything.”

  When you finally shift off him, Chan’s hands follow you instinctively, always touching, always holding. He props himself up on his elbows, watching with simmering greed as his cum slowly drips from between your thighs, glossy and slow.

  He almost can’t stop himself when two of his fingers scrape his hot seed back up, pressing the coated pads against the opening of your hole. You squirm with a soft mewl.

  “It’s spilling out of you,” he breathes, his voice is threaded with awe. “Wanna stuff it back in you, baby. Can I?”

  You nod, eyes hooded, pout parted with wisping breaths.

  “Words, angel.” His own are broken, eyes so soft, so full of all the love and admiration known to humankind.

  “Yes,” you breathe.

  And that’s all Chan needed to hear before he’s gently laying your precious body against the sheets and leisurely replacing his fingers with himself, pushing into you softly, grazing your walls slowly, fucking his cum back to your core with love for your surging through his vessels and bones and nerves.

  Both your bodies twitch, overstimulated, your eyes glassed over with threatening tears pooling at each of your squinting corners.

  Yet, Chan wouldn't have wanted it any other way, simply because it was with you.

৬ৎ  𝑙𝑒𝑒'𝑠 𝑝𝘰𝑠𝘵𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑒  ࿐  whoever you are reading this, you are beautiful.

© chanifesto ── may 2025

[sweetiecutie]

Hii! New to your blog and it’s so pretty and entertaining!I love your writing!

Do you think you can write for Konig with breast play and maybe some clinginess ? 🤍

Pairing: König x fem! Reader

Warnings: mdni, smut, kinda domestic and fluff(?), tit sucking, König is in love w/ you<3

Every single movie night with your boyfriend surely ended up the same way - with König’s head buried underneath your baggy t-shirt, hot mouth latched onto soft pudge of your tits while that restless tongue of his circled and licked and teased your pebbled nipple, one huge calloused hand was busy fondling your other breast, making sure that both of them were getting same amount of attention.

Oh how smooth he is as well! It always starts with König resting one of his hands on your tummy, rough fingertips tracing intricate shapes on your skin, making you all putty and pliant in his loving arms. And the next thing you know is that his mouth scatters wet kisses all over your sternum, movie long forgotten as his whole attention is now shifted to your boobs, caressing the absolute softness of your body, inhaling lungfuls of your scent. But he just loves you so much! Poor thing wants to be as close to you as it’s humanly possible - god, König would gladly crawl under your very skin and live there.

You heard him exhale noisily through his nose, hot air brushing against your torso, König’s unfairly long eyelashes fluttered, tickling bare skin of your chest. You tightened your embrace around male’s broad shoulders, cuddling him closer to yourself and you could swear that you heard König purr for a short moment.

- You getting sleepy? - you murmured quietly, placing a kiss on top of your boyfriend’s head, separated by thin layer of your t-shirt. He just hummed shortly in response, ever so slightly sinking his teeth into your soft tit - not painful at all, just giving you an affectionate little nibble. You rubbed your thighs slightly, sweet arousal pooling in your panties already, leaving a small dark patch on soft cotton fabric.

König’s hips rutted against the curve of your thigh, humping his semi-hard cock against you. Even despite being aroused, neither of you felt like actually having sex - maybe in the morning, after you both had your precious sleep; and if you happened to wake up earlier than König - you’d gladly bring him out of his dreams with your hot mouth wrapped around his throbbing shaft. But for now just lying like that, all cuddled up and cozy, safe in each other’s arms - it was enough.

So just like that, you two were soon fast asleep, tv buzzing on the background quietly, filling the space of your bedroom with soothing noise and subtle blueish light - your personal heaven.

Likes, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated, give writers some love! Requests are open<3

[goatgoesmbe]

adding onto your price x mermaid!reader thought....

price who spends hours that day just sitting atop his boat, talking to you, learning what you like, what you don't like, etc.

he asks if you've ever left the water and you obviously say no, but you'd love to—you'd love to explore, learn what it means to be part of his world (see what i did there)

so he decides he's gotta make it all happen for his future wifey. he lines the back bed of his truck with tarps and fills it up with water for easy transport to his home

i dunno how, but he gets you in there. you survive the 15 minute drive to his flat which isn't too far from the beach and he's already got a ginormous pool in the back that he switched out for fresh water, and also got you an assortment of pool toys and some of those inflatable chairs 'n what not

then if you wanna go dark with it, price decides that he just has to keep you. who can provide for you like he can back where you're from? obviously no one, silly!!! but don't worry, he'll even by some pebbles for the bottom of the pool—like your own personal fish tank.

kay, shutting up now 🤍

YES OMG >O< both to fluff and dark plot yes-

also, in my head mermaid reader wear none of them clams, so you're topless 😌🙂‍↕️

I imagined Price would ask if you wanted to wear anything, he'd love to see you in his shirts. And you'd responded with, why do I need to wear anything

Price paused for a while before agreeing, you're right why would you need to cover those pretty tits? yeah he might get a lil jelly of some bloke eyeing you who's lounging prettily at the back of his truck. But he could handle them himself, it's alright 👁️👁️

He'd keep you in the pool at the back yes- pool toys, decorations and all that included. He also taught you about this thing called the phone.. and the internet, where you could buy more of those pretty- what are they called? floaties?

You're a fast learner, so soon enough you're adding stuff after stuff into the cart before batting your eyelashes at him to pay for them all.

And he'd do it, he'd do anything for you. Anything to keep you happy and stay with him forever.. And while he is a possessive man, there was still an itch at the back of his head, something that told him to get his men to meet you.. to show them what he got that they couldn't even dream to have.

side note: when i was little, i remember boys used to trap little fishes and clip their fin to keep them from being too wild as they would escape- so- 👁️👁️ Price doing that to you when you were unconscious, after putting a load of sedatives in the water without you knowing

and please never shut up, come back u_u)/

[crowsofdarkness]

Just For Tonight: Part One

-gif not mine. credit to owner-

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Content Warnings: 18+ smut which includes spanking, voyeurism, oral with male receiving, protected p in v with reader being on birth control, anal, and m/f/m relations.

Summary: Steve lets you live out your secret fantasy. Just for tonight.

Authors Note: This is basically porn with some plot. Part Two will be posted later. Enjoy!

Tags: @that-blonde-girl @bookofriverr

-this is not connected to my other Stucky fic Ménage a Trios-

PART TWO

“You’re such a little brat,” Steve stumbled into his bedroom with me attached on his lips. 

My hand worked at the buttons of his jacket, trying to get it off, but he smacked them away. 

“Steve,” I whined, my pussy clenching around nothing. 

His hair wasslicked but he blew away a few loose strands. There was a darkness in his eyes, something I didn’t recognize, and for a brief moment it scared me. 

“You’ve been riling me up all night knowing I can’t do anything about it. Then when I finally think we’re going to fuck, you stop and talk to an old friend for twenty minutes,” I angrily gruffed while crossing my arms over my chest.

Steve cocked his head to the side, those eyes glazing over the pout of my bottom lip before glancing over my shoulder briefly. 

“Haven’t you learned anything? Don’t you want to be a good girl for me, Y/N?” 

I gulped loud in the quiet darkness of his bedroom, knowing that whatever I was in for tonight wouldn’t be good. 

Not like I would complain. 

“Take it off,” he plucked at the strap of my dress. 

I quickly shimmed out of it, letting the silky material pool at my feet. Steve’s hungry eyes raked over my bare chest and pebbled nipples, licking his lips ever so slowly. He closed the distance between us, engulfing me in a feverious kiss that was filled with biting lips and crashing teeth. His tongue devoured every inch of my mouth, reveling in the taste of my drink earlier. I scratched and clawed at his shirt, wishing he would take it off so I could graze my teeth over every inch of skin. 

“You’re such a pretty little thing,” Steve bit along my jawline, down to my neck as his fingers worked circles on my clit.

I hissed in pleasure, trying to remove his clothing while I stood bare for him.

“I’m fucking tired of all the teasing, Steve,” I grumbled and began working on his belt.

The sound of skin on skin echoed in the room and I cried out in ecstasy when he slapped my ass again.

“I’m tired of you being a brat. Get on your knees,” his eyes darkened.

I stood tall to him, not backing down with a wicked smirk on my face.

“No.”

Through the darkness of his bedroom, only cast in the ever-growing light of the moon, Steve stepped back into the shadows with a playful gleam in his eye as a darker voice sounded from the corner of the room. My shoulders went stiff as the smirk was wiped off my face, knowing exactly who that voice belonged to.

“You heard him, doll. Get on your fucking knees.”

I blinked rapidly, trying to gather my bearings as I turned slowly towards the voice, now seeing the figure sitting in the corner of Steve’s bedroom. His ankle was crossed over to his other knee, tattooed hands resting on the arms of the chair. 

“B-Bucky,” you gulped. “How long have you been sitting there?” 

A soft click echoed in the room and it was soon bathed in an orange glow thanks to him turning on the lamp next to him. I sucked in a breath at the sight before me. 

Bucky was still dressed in his party clothes and his hair somehow managed to stay perfectly combed back from when I last talked with him last on the couch less than an hour ago. 

There was a typical monthly party at the Avengers Tower and even though I’d been glued to Steve’s hip all night, I found myself slipping away to talk to Bucky. 

“Wait,” I turned back to Steve. “Did you two plan this?” 

He gently cupped my cheek and left a chaste kiss on my lips. “I see the way you look at him, Y/N. How your eyes linger when he walks away.” 

My lips parted to speak but felt a swift smack to my ass. 

“Don’t lie,” Steve clicked his tongue. “It’s clear you want him to fuck you.”

“Steve,” I breathed, trying to figure out what to say. 

It was futile though because it was true. 

While I loved Steve with every part of my soul, lately I couldn’t ignore the way my heart leaped into my throat when Bucky walked into a room. It wasn’t always like this, I’d grown up with both of them. But recently, as Bucky started becoming healthier and growing into the man that sat before me, something in my brain kept telling me to let my gaze linger a while longer than what’s deemed normal for someone who was in a relationship. 

“I know what happened in the kitchen,” Steve chuckled. 

My head snapped back to Bucky, anger radiating off of me in waves. “You told him?” 

He tried to wipe the smirk off of his face, failing miserably. “I don’t keep secrets from Steve.”

It felt as if a weight had pulled down my stomach when I remembered what happened in the kitchen three nights ago. 

Tiptoeing down the stairs quietly in fear of waking up the rest of the house, I pulled on the bottom of Steve' shirt hoping it would cover my ass. Unfortunately it didn't and part of my yellow panties peaked through the end of it. 

“Just a quick snack,” I muttered into the dark air, reaching for the fridge. 

“Did you want some popcorn?” 

Screaming, I whirled around to see Bucky sitting at the kitchen table, lit up by the faint light of his phone. He extended a bowl of popcorn towards me. 

“What the fuck!” I held a hand to my racing heart. “You scared the shit out of me, Bucky!” 

Chuckling, he rose from the table to slowly stalk over to me. “Steve asleep?” 

I raised a brow. “Yeah, why?” 

Bucky shrugged before running a hand through his long hair and I did my best not to gawk at his bare chest. 

“My room is next to his and you’re not exactly quiet,” he said while standing in front me, towering over with his tall frame. 

Heat rose to my cheeks when I realized exactly what he was talking about. 

“Uh,” I pulled down the end of my shirt, hoping to cover my ass. “Sorry. Sometimes I don’t even realize how loud I can be.”

He hummed, the noise vibrating in his chest, and his vibranium fingers swiftly brushed over the heated skin of my thigh. 

“Don’t apologize, Y/N. I liked what I heard.” 

My gaze flashed down to his cock when I felt it brush up against my thigh, feeling exactly how much he liked what he had heard. Every part of me ignited with a burning desire that seemed to only be lit when Bucky was around. The guilt wouldn’t stop eating away at me though because I knew it was wrong to feel this way, especially because Steve also made me feel the same. 

I loved Steve so much, I saw a future with him. We’d been together for years. 

But the prospect of something new lingered on my mind for quite some time and the more I tried to ignore it, the harder it became to tell myself I didn’t want Bucky as well. 

“Bucky,” I breathed as my eyes fluttered shut. 

His fingers grazed up the skin of my thigh, burrowing up the shirt so they could rest on my hips. His warm breath tickled the side of my neck as he breathed me in deep. I didn’t push him away, I let his lips graze over the purple marks Steve left earlier and my fingers wrapped around his thick biceps. My nails dug into the skin, claiming what wasn’t mine. 

“Yellow is your color, doll,” he ghosted over my lips before stalking out of the kitchen, leaving me in a pool of my own desire. 

“It wasn’t anything,” I tried to tell Steve, hoping he would understand. 

With his hand still resting on my cheek, he grazed his thumb just underneath my eye. 

“It’s alright, honey,” he reassured you with another kiss. “I talked with Bucky and I have something to run by you.”

A sudden chill brushed over me, causing my nipples to peak. 

“What is it?” 

Bucky spoke next, still sitting in the chair in the corner of Steve’s room. “One night. You can have the both of us for one night.”

I nearly choked on my spit when I realized my darkest desire was about to come true. 

“You’re joking, right? This is some kind of prank?” I asked Steve. 

He sternly shook his head. “It’s the truth, Y/N. As long as you agree, you can have Bucky either along with me or just him. Just for tonight.” 

My jaw fell to the floor in shock. There was absolutely no way that Steve was being serious. The second I touched Bucky, would he freak out and break up with me? 

“How do we expect things to go back to normal after tonight? You can’t possibly think we’ll all forget this happened,” I snorted. 

“Doll.” 

Turning my head towards Bucky, he beckoned me over with a crooked finger but I was still unable to move. I felt Steve slink up behind me, his hands trailing up my stomach. 

“It’s alright, honey,” he whispered. 

Swallowing thickly, I took a step towards Bucky but he sharply shook his head. 

“Crawl.”

Heat shot straight down to my core, that fire igniting as I slowly dropped to my knees so I could crawl over to him. His ocean eyes were blown wide as they tracked my every movement until I stopped in front of him. 

“I need you to agree, doll,” he said, body vibrating with adrenaline. 

I threw a look over my shoulder at Steve who had sat on the edge of the bed resting his elbows on his knees. He gave me another reassuring nod so I looked back to Bucky. 

“Yes,” I breathed. 

The pale skin his neck bobbed slightly as he swallowed. “Take my cock out and stroke it.” 

Fucking finally. 

My hands worked quickly to undo the button and zipper on Bucky’s pants and I gasped when I noticed how hard his cock was in the confines of his briefs. 

“Do you see what you do to me?” He groaned while his cock sprang free.

I licked my lips at the sight of precum that beaded at the head of his cock; so pretty and pink. 

While Steve’ was a bit shorter and thicker, Bucky’s was longer and had a vein that ran underneath. It looked angry, like he’d been fighting a boner all night long. My hand worked up and down, squeezing every so often as I went, and Bucky’s head fell back against the chair. 

“Fuck,” his jaw went slack when my mouth began to take all of him. 

His hands found my hair, keeping me locked in place as he fucked into my throat. My feet dug into the carpet trying to keep myself locked in place and my nails dug into his clothed thighs. 

“Easy, Bucky,” Steve warned. 

“She can take it. Can’t ya, doll?” Bucky’s one hand cupped my cheek, working out the tightness. 

I nodded, urging him to keep going with a pat to his thigh. 

Now he didn’t hold back, rising up from the chair as he fucked the back of my throat all while keeping my head in place. 

“Shit,” he cursed. 

Opening my eyes, I glanced up at him with tears, begging him to keep going. 

“Beautiful,” he mused while holding his arms out wide moments before I felt his warm seed shoot down the back of my throat. 

I hummed in such delicious delight, swallowing all of him, before falling back to my knees and wiped the drool with the back of my hand. Bucky was still slumped in the chair, breathless, and I dared a glance over to Steve to see that he was gripping the blanket tightly. I feared that maybe he was angry with what happened but realized he, in fact, loved what he saw because I could tell how hard his dick was underneath his pants. 

Large hands gripped me from my armpits and forced me to sit on a lap, Bucky’s warm breath fanning over the back of my neck. He spread my legs wide, giving Steve a preview of how wet I was between them. 

“Do you want to be a good girl and give him a show?”

I nodded to Steve. “Can I?” 

He palmed his dick. “Of course, honey. I want to see you fall apart.” 

“Touch yourself,” Bucky rasped while biting my ear. 

Moaning out in pleasure, my fingers worked in fast circles against my clit and when Bucky’s cock brushed along my folds, I shivered in his embrace. 

“You want my cock, doll? You’re so fucking needy for it like the slut you are.” 

“Please,” I choked out. “I’ve wanted it for so long.” 

I felt Bucky’s chest rumble underneath me. “Did you hear that, Steve? Your girl has been wanting my cock for a long time.” 

Steve snorted. “Tell me something I don’t know.” 

My entire body was red from not only the heat of my growing orgasm but the fact that these two could read me like a book. Knowing what I wanted before I even knew. 

I jerked, halting my actions slightly, when Bucky pressed himself inside of me. 

“She has an implant,” Steve answered for me when he realized I was too far gone with touching myself that I wouldn’t be able to answer. 

Slowly but all at once, Bucky filled me completely and I groaned out his name. My hips rode against the length of it and my hand, that familiar white haze creeping into all of my senses. 

Unlike how he fucked my throat, Bucky was soft and gentle while dragging his cock in and out of my pussy. 

“So tight,” he bit down on the skin of my shoulder, causing me to cry out in ecstasy. 

“I’m so close,” I panted, fingers working even faster. 

Grunting filled my ears and through lidded eyes, I watched as Steve pumped his cock desperately trying to chase his own release. The sight of me being speared open by Bucky’s cock drove him wild, his hair no longer slicked back. 

A hand turned my face and now I was staring at Bucky, whose eyes glanced down to my lips; a silent question. 

“Please,” I sighed. 

His lips tasted different than Steve’s. They were softer, more plump and the few hairs that peppered around his mouth tickled my skin as our tongues danced slowly together, getting used to each other. 

Without warning, my orgasm tore through me violently and I screamed my release into Bucky’s mouth. His cock twitched inside of me before I felt that familiar feeling coating my insides, spilling onto my thigh and his pants. 

“Fucking hell, doll,” Bucky tried to catch his breath and wrapped his arms tighter around me. 

Steve halted his grip on his cock to lift me off of Bucky, tossing me onto the bed. I was exhausted but knew we were only just getting started. 

“I need you now, honey.” Steve made quick work of discarding all of his clothes. “Is that alright?” 

I reached out for his hand, pulling him down on top of me. “Please, Stevie.” 

His eyes fluttered shut at my nickname for him and then he lined his cock up with my pussy. “I won’t last long. Seeing you on Bucky’s cock nearly tipped me over the edge.” 

I ran a hand through his long hair and gave a lazy smile. “It’s alright.” 

The vast difference between the two men was evident as Steve’ cock filled me. His pace was erratic, him pulling my knees to my chest so he can fuck into me even deeper. 

The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard slamming into the wall, and Bucky chuckled from his corner of the room. 

“This is what I would hear every fucking night. Imagining this scene in front of me; although seeing now, it’s much better than what I thought,” Bucky said. 

I turned my head towards him, watching as he slowly rose from the chair to toss his clothes to the growing pile on the floor.

“Holy shit,” I mused at the sight in front of me. 

Bucky was like a god, as well as Steve. A pair of super soldiers. The muscles of Bucky’s stomach constricted as he began lazily stroking his cock. I held out a hand, inviting him over to us. He was too far away, I needed to feel his body heat against me again.

“Honey?” Steve whined in my ear, causing my attention to snap back to him. “I can’t hold on.” 

I pressed a kiss to his lips. “Cum for me, Stevie. It’s alright.” 

I knew he wanted to try and bring me to another orgasm and felt bad. But I reassured him it was alright and soon felt himself spill inside of me; his cum mixing with Bucky’s. 

Spent, he fell to the bed beside me and I gazed tiredly up at the ceiling, noticing all the faint hairline cracks that ran along it. The bed dipped at my feet and I felt Bucky’s long vibranium fingers gather the cum that started to run down my legs, forcing it back inside of me. 

“We can’t have this go to waste, doll,” he pressed a kiss to the inside of my knee. 

“Bucky,” I whined when he slipped in another finger. “I don't think-.” 

“You can. I know you can,” his voice was gone, taken by the lust that consumed him. 

Steve rose from the bed to help Bucky position me on my knees. Bucky then slipped underneath while Steve knelt behind me. His finger grazed over my puckered hole and I shivered. 

We’d only have done anal a few times, more recently the last few days. It was then that I realized he was preparing me for this moment. 

“Stevie,” my head fell against his shoulder. 

He kissed me long and slow, savioring how I faintly tasted like Bucky. 

“You can back out if you want,” he reminded me. 

I shook my head. “No, I want this.” 

I then looked down to Bucky, who gave me a warm smile. “I want both of you.”

It took a bit of finessing but we managed to get a perfect position as I slowly sank down on Bucky’s cock. Steve then pushed me over so my breasts could press against Bucky’s chest. His arms held me in place while Steve gathered some of the cum inside of me, coating his cock with it. 

“Safe word?” He asked. 

I glanced over my shoulder at him, remembering that we came up with one a while ago when we decided to start experimenting sexually. 

“Mercy,” I breathed. “But don’t stop.” 

“Keep her distracted, Bucky,” Steve ordered. 

He did by capturing my lips in a feverish kiss, one that was a fight for dominance and ultimately, he won. My nails scraped along his scalp, causing Bucky to hiss out in pleasure. 

“I’ve wanted you for so long, doll,” he admitted while moving his hips, fucking me all over again. 

I brushed away the sweat sticken hair from his forehead, agreeing with a nod. “I feel the same.” 

Steve left a kiss to the base of my spine. “Ready?” 

I nodded and slowly, the head of his cock began to press inside of my ass and my cries were swallowed by Bucky as he kissed me again. I’d never felt so full in my life and it took me a moment to adjust to having both of their cocks inside of me at the same time. 

“Tell us when, doll,” Bucky’s voice cooed in my ear. 

“Go,” I urged them on. 

After a moment, Steve and Bucky figured out the best rhythm that worked best and my body felt like it was in overdrive. All of my senses were heightened as both of their cocks worked in spreading me wide for them. The room filled with the scent of all three of us, tangling together with the tellings of our ever growing affair. Some might have thought this was wrong but it felt so right; so free. 

This was supposed to be one night and then we would go back to our normal, everyday lives. Bucky would have to watch Steve and I be in love while he received none of that. 

How was that fair to him? 

How was it fair to my heart that always yearned for him?

Bucky’s vibranium fingers wrapped around my throat, his thumb titling my chin up so he can leave bruising marks there with his lips. 

Steve' pace was slow, not wanting to hurt me, while Bucky’s was fast paced and down right ruthless; the perfect mixture that brought me closer and closer to the euphoric release I’d been craving. 

“Doll,” Bucky bit down on the sensitive part of my neck when his second release of the night filled me. 

His body fell limp underneath me but we dared not move, fear of stopping how good Steve felt inside of me. 

“I love you,” Steve panted into the skin of my back. 

“I love you too.” 

My eyes hooked with Bucky’s and for the briefest of moments, I could see something twinkle in them. Our lips met in another kiss and not a few seconds later, both Steve and I let out our releases at the same time. 

The three of us lay in a mess of tangled limbs, me snuggling up in Bucky’s chest while Steve held onto me from behind. I was sticky and wet between my legs but I couldn’t be bothered to clean up. Sleep was beginning to sink its claws into me, desperate to pull me into the darkness with it, until I felt the bed beneath me shift. 

Bucky was getting ready to leave after noticing Steve was asleep, an arm draped over my stomach. But I grabbed onto his arm, stopping Bucky. 

“Where are you going?” 

His ocean eyes motioned to Steve behind me but I pulled him back into bed with us. 

“Y/N,” he breathed. 

“Please stay? For me?” I begged with bright eyes. 

He brushed away a strand of hair from my face and eventually agreed with a gentle kiss to my lips. “Anything for you, doll.” 

None of us knew what this meant but I think we all could agree that we’d be unable to go back to our old lives after this. I’d have to be open to Steve about my feelings for Bucky and I could only hope he’d understand that my heart was big enough to love both of them; equally. 

For now though, I lay with both of them. Feeling both of their heartbeats and skin on mine lull me to the sleep my body was craving. 

[pucksandpower]

Ruin You

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: you and Charles are a perfect match — he enjoys utterly ruining you and you … well, you enjoy being ruined

Warnings: 18+ content

You wake slowly, the familiar scent of his skin filling your nose as you become aware of the warm body pressed against yours. His arm is draped heavily over your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

Charles.

But how?

He wasn’t due home until tomorrow night. You smile sleepily, reveling in the feel of him, the solid weight of his body grounding you.

“Charles?” You murmur.

He makes a soft sound against your skin, his arm tightening around you. You run your fingers through his hair.

“I thought you weren’t coming home until tomorrow,” you say.

He lifts his head, eyes glinting in the dim light as he looks at you. “I wanted to surprise you.”

His voice is low and gravelly with sleep, sending a shiver down your spine. He captures your lips in a slow, deep kiss, cradling your face in his hand. You melt into him, heat pooling low in your belly. When he finally pulls back you’re breathless.

“Well consider me thoroughly surprised,” you say a little shakily.

He smiles, trailing kisses along your jaw. “I missed you. Couldn’t stand being away from you a moment longer.”

You bite your lip as his mouth finds the sensitive spot below your ear. He nips at it, drawing a gasp from you. Your fingers curl into his shirt.

“Charles …”

“Hmm?” The vibration of his voice against your skin makes you shiver.

You swallow thickly. “Don’t start something you don’t intend to finish.”

He lifts his head again, eyes dark. “Who says I don’t intend to finish it?”

Your breath hitches at the promise in his gaze. He claims your mouth again, more insistently this time. You respond eagerly, heat building as your tongues tangle. He rolls you onto your back, settling between your thighs as he deepens the kiss. Your hands clutch at his shoulders, heart hammering in your chest.

When he finally breaks away you’re gasping. His eyes rake over you possessively.

“This needs to go,” he says lowly, fingers skimming the hem of your camisole.

He doesn’t wait for a response, grasping the fabric and pulling it smoothly over your head. The cool air pebbles your bare skin and you shiver. His gaze smolders as it travels over you, making you burn.

He leans down, lips grazing your collarbone. “So beautiful …”

You sigh, tilting your head back to give him access. His mouth trails lower, tongue flicking out to taste you. He lavishes attention on your breasts, teeth and tongue teasing you until you’re writhing beneath him.

“Charles please …” you gasp out.

He lifts his head, eyes blazing. “Please what, mon ange?”

You flush under the intensity of his gaze. “I need you.”

Something dark flashes in his eyes. He moves back up your body, hand curving around your throat. Not squeezing, just holding you in place as he looks down at you.

“I know exactly what you need,” he rasps. “And I’m going to give it to you, over and over until you’re screaming my name. Until you can’t think of anything but me and the way I make you feel. I’m going to ruin you for any other man.”

Arousal floods you at his words, core aching. You reach for him desperately but he catches your wrists, pinning them to the bed.

“Be patient, mon amour.”

He rolls his hips, hardness pressing into your core through the layers of clothing still separating you. You gasp, back arching off the bed at the friction. He does it again and again, until you’re writhing and pleading beneath him. Only then does he release your hands, sitting back to remove his shirt.

Your eyes drink in the lean planes of his chest, unable to resist reaching out to trace along the firm muscle. He shudders under your touch, muscles tensing. When your hands go to the waistband of his sweatpants he grabs your wrists again, stopping you.

“Not yet,” he says roughly. “It’s my turn to touch you.”

He strips your sleep shorts and panties off in one smooth motion, baring you fully to him. You squirm under the heat of his gaze but he holds you still, fingers gently stroking along your inner thighs. He takes his time reacquainting himself with every inch of you, until you’re dripping and shaking with need.

“Please,” you sob, “I can’t take anymore.”

He relents then, shedding the last of his own clothes before covering you with his body once more. You cling to him desperately as he enters you in one long stroke, finally giving you what you need. What only he can give you.

He sets a relentless pace, driving into you again and again. The slide of his skin against yours is intoxicating, his hands and mouth roaming your writhing body greedily. He brings you to the peak over and over, pushing you higher each time before letting you fall. Your world narrows down to just the two of you, nothing existing beyond this bed, beyond the feelings he drags from your shuddering frame.

You’re sobbing his name, pleading and incoherent when he finally takes mercy on you, letting you shatter fully in his arms. Your vision goes white, body seized in rapture as you come undone around him. His thrusts grow erratic as your release triggers his own, groaning your name against your skin as he spills inside you.

You float back down slowly, clinging to each other. He presses tender kisses to your face, murmuring praise and adoration until you finally open your eyes to meet his loving gaze.

“There’s my girl,” he says softly, brushing the hair back from your face. “How do you feel?”

You give him a dazed, blissful smile. “Ruined. Just like you promised.”

He grins and kisses you sweetly. “I’ll ruin you as many times as you want. I’m all yours, for as long as you’ll have me.”

You caress his face, heart overflowing. “Forever then.”

He kisses you again, soft and deep. When he pulls back his eyes are glowing.

“Forever,” he agrees.

You curl into him, resting your head on his chest as his arms come around you. His heartbeat lulls you, his fingers trailing lazily up and down your back. Safe and sated in the circle of his embrace, you let your eyes drift closed. There’s no place you’d rather be than right here with him.

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

All tied up

Guess who hornyyy...

I always wondered what would it be like if Jason used his red garrotes in bed and I'm sure I'm not the only one.

Filth below the cut so minors don't you dare click on that blue font.

“Ah! J- Jay…” you moaned his name.

Correction, tried to moan his name. Forming sentences was above your capabilities at the moment.

A soft grunt tickled at the back of Jason’s throat, to show he’s listening. Even though you could barely form a thought and he damn well knew that.

You squirmed under his ministrations, heat pooling deep in your belly as pleasant shiver ran up your spine. Your body moved on its own, thrashing in bed while your arms strained against the red bindings that usually adorned Jason’s forearms. Another wave of pleasure washed through you, making you choke on your breath as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your hips were violently twitching, you would probably flew of the bed if it wasn’t for certain vigilante nestled between your parted thighs.

Even with your head rolled back, you could feel his eyes on you. Those dark, green eyes running over every twitching dip and curve that was unable to escape his hungry gaze. Your blood simmered in your veins as his breath fanned of your the hot little button at the top of your pussy, your stomach fluttering with every shaky breath you took. You whined his name, the sound only disturbed by the lewd squelching of his fingers pushed between your creamy folds. Your toes curled as Jason gently twisted those damned fingers of his inside you, calluses scraping against your gummy walls with wet squelch that made your whole body hot from embarassment.

Pearls of of your arousal trickled down the insides of your thighs and stained the sheets below. You turned your head sideways, trying to muffle your soft mewls.

“Don’t hold back,” Jason rasped into yourskin as he rubbed his face against your thigh, while massaging the other one with his free hand. “Love the sounds you make.”

His voice was so deceptively sweet as he squeezed the soft skin of your waist, lips brushing against your belly to coax tension out of your muscles. You couldn’t think straight with his fingers nestled so deep inside you, the pads brushing against that spot that made you see stars. You twisted beneath Jason, a tears of frustration welling up in your eyes as you strained against the red garrote once more.

He’s been going at this what felt like hours and if you could form a full sentence, you’d plead with him to slow down, speed up or at least gave you a few moments of rest. If he keeps this up you think you’ll die. Your fingers tingled from numbness, reminding you that these ribbons weren’t just for show. That black and white tuft of hair tickled the sensitive skin of your thighs, setting every nerve of your searing body on edge.

Rumbling purr of your name stirred in Jasons chest as he spread your swollen lips apart with his fingers, drenched in your arousal. His hot breath made your clit twitch, the little bundle of nerves throbbing for attention as your back curled off of the bed like a bowstring, your pebbled nipples thrusting up into the cold air. He couldn’t look away the eyefeast displayed in front of him, the erotic sight of your pussy clenching and gushing around his fingers buried deep inside you. He nudged the palm of his hand even closer until you made the prettiest fucking moan. He leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to your clit as a reward, giving the little pearl a little flick with his tongue.

Another sweet moan slipped past your lips as you threw your head against the pillows. The hot coil in your stomach twisted even tighter. You’re not going to last much longer no matter how long Jason planned to drag this out.

Your hips shyed away from Jason as he pressed soft kisses and kitten licks against your tender clit. The combination of his fingers and mouth was almost too much. A shaky shudder of your breath made your breasts bounce softly.

“Hng…close!” you managed to choke out.

“I know doll,” Jason moaned softly into your cunt as he swirled his tongue through your soaked folds, swallowing down the mix of his saliva and your arousal.

Another loud groan stirred in his throat as he pressed his hips down to the matress, grinding the weeping head of his cock on the sheets for an ounce of friction. A large hand curled around your hip, thumb rubbing soothing cirles around your pelvic bone. Jason pressed another kiss against your clit, tongue prodding at the little bud. You could barely hear the muffled praises over the blood rushing in your ears.

“I could do this all day. Lovee how this little thing twitches every time I say your name…”

Your cheeks burned as your clit throbbed in his mouth at his words. Jason hummed in delight, thumb pressing on your clit as his fingers sped up their movements, curling inside your in a way that drove you crazy. A cry of his name wrenched from your swollen lips as your voice cracked with pleasure. Your hips jerked forward into the onslaught of bliss, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you gripped the ribbons like they’re the only lifeline you had to keep your sanity. The pressure inside youwas too much and without a warning, you shattered in his arms.

White flooded your vision as extasy ran through your veins. You moaned so loud it was probably heard all over Gotham. Jason pulled his fingers out and latched onto your gushing hole. His tongue danced inside you felt almost torturous as it pulled another wave of pleasure out of you. He gripped your hips and pulled even closer to his eager mouth, drinking you up like a parched man he was. Your taste on his tongue, soft thighs clenching around his head, your blissed out chants of his name, all made him lightheaded. He ground against the bed once, twice and spilled onto the sheets below him.

The bed was soiled with both of your arousal, but he was still unwilling to let you go. Trapped between your thighs, he happily massaged your legs until he licked you off to his satisfaction. Jason ran his hands carefully down your shaking thighs, taking a handful of your ass for better acess, fondling the round globes for good measure. Your voice practically nonexistent at this point, all you could manage was weak sighs as he chummed and purred into your pussy, sending additional jolts of pleasure to your oversensitive core. An exhale of relief pushed past your lips as Jason finally released you from this sweet prison with wet smack of his mouth, leaving behind indents shaped exactly like his fingers.

“You good, ma?” He was just as breathless as you, if not more. The fact that he was still able to use his tongue for talking after all that was beyond you.

Jason crawled up your body, covering you with his as he pushed your hair out your face with shaking fingers.

You’d love to answer, if you ever learn how to speak again. A warm chuckle puffed against your forehead as Jason looked down on your blissed out face. He could feel your body trembling underneath him in the aftermath of your orgasm.

His hair tickled your cheeks as he pressed kisses to your face and down your neck. His hands reached above you, untying the scarlet ribbons as he nuzzled the crook of your neck. You sighed in relief as blood rushed to your palms again. His larger hands clasped yours as he massaged your sore wrists.

“Are you okay? Does it hurt?” He asked before pressing a slow, warm kiss to your lips.

You nodded and with your tongue finally unpeeling from the roof of your mouth, you managed to rasp out: “Just little fuzzy.”

Jason hummed in response, his body curling around yours.

“Good. You were so good for me. Take a nap sweet thing.”

You only hummed back in agreement as you pressed closer to his muscular body, seeking more of his warm touch.

[leighsartworks216]

Just Couldn't Wait

Zayne x fem!Reader

Did somebody say car sex with Zayne?? Because CAR SEX WITH ZAYNE!!!

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

Warnings: smut, pwp, established relationship, kissing, making out, car sex, vaginal fingering, hand jobs, semi-public sex, clothed sex, undressing, swearing, rain, vaginal sex

Word Count: 1,345

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Rain parades down on the car. Tapping at the glass, knocking on the roof. The downpour in the night, obscuring the world outside.

Zayne sighs into your mouth. He kisses you hungrily, like the dessert from the restaurant wasn't sweet enough. His hands frame your face, thumbs brushing over your cheeks, fingers wrapping around the base of your skull to keep pulling you to him. Hot breaths, panted in the gaps between kisses. Swallowed up by your own lips.

You pull his tie out from his vest, loosening it and dropping it carelessly to the floor. You pop the top couple buttons of his shirt, pushing his collar open to caress his collarbones and feel the hollow of his throat. He lowers his own hand to cradle your neck. His thumb brushes over your pulse, down along the column of your windpipe.

He pulls away with heavy lidded eyes to duck his head, meet his lips with your throat. Your perfume floods his nose. The enticing scent of your skin, your body wash, your shampoo. He peppers kisses from your jaw to your shoulder. His hands slide down to push your sleeves down your arms, your dress slipping down your chest. His mouth follows.

You tangle your fingers in his hair. Thick dark locks, soft and sleek. It's addicting, messing up the put-together look of your dear doctor. His combed hair, mussed by your hands. Glasses skewed and fogged up before they're tossed into the front seat. Ears flushed red. Steady hands shaking as they drag your dress lower and lower, down to pool around your hips. The cool, calm, collected man - destroyed by his devout adoration, and his divine beloved.

You settle yourself against the car door, half laid out on the seat, as he worships you. His hot gasps fanning across your skin as he eagerly finds your chest. Sitting on his knees on the seat, hunched over just to nose along the fat of your breast. His lips ghosting until he finds your nipple. Eyes seeking your expression as he laves the flat of his tongue across the hardening bud. He blows cool air, watching as it pebbles under the change in temperature, before greedily sucking it into his mouth.

His hands slide along every exposed inch of your body. Grope the plush of your stomach and sides. Feel along the curve of your spine, pressing between your shoulder blades to pull you closer to his mouth. Cup your other breast in his hand, circling your nipple with his thumb as he scrapes his teeth along the other. His cheeks hollow as he tugs your nipple, releasing it with a wet pop. His cheeks are burning with desire as he guides your other breast to his mouth, lavishing the same attention on it.

You gasp into the heated air of the car. It's a sound almost swallowed up by the rain. "Zayne..." You tug at his hair. Reach your other hand into the loosened collar of his shirt to drag your nails along his back, his low groan vibrating against your fingers. "Need you, so bad..."

A line of saliva trails from his mouth to your tit as he pulls away. He leans back up, leans over you. His hand presses against the window to support himself as he kisses your cheek, the corner of your mouth. "How do you need me, my love? Tell me."

Your face burns. You try to catch his lips, try to convey through a desperate kiss your desires - but he dodges it with a slight smirk. His hand slides from your back to cup your cheek, keeping your eyes on him as he hovers just inches away. "Use your words, dear."

He's not the only one that can tease. You drag your nails up the back of his neck, immediately conjuring goosebumps to raise on his skin as he shivers. Scratch into the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging lightly on the short hairs, enough to have him let out a soft gasp. You pull him back harder, giving you access to his neck. To the wide expanse of untouched skin, and his bobbing Adam's apple.

You draw your knee up into his crotch. A beautiful groan vibrates in his vocal cords. He tries to lift his hips off your leg, but you reach down to grab his ass and tug him down harder onto it. "You-!" You bite over his pulse, just under his jaw, cutting him off.

"I need you..." you whisper again beside his ear. You draw the lobe between your teeth, sucking and nibbling on the soft skin. His ears have always been sensitive, always so receptive to your teasing pinches and delicate touches. Your lips brushing against it, breath so hot against him, drives him wild, but your words are his real undoing: "... to fuck me, doctor."

He pulls you back to crash his lips against yours. His hands wrap around your thighs and yank you to be fully laying on the seat, his body arched over you, trapping you against the soft leather. The sound of his buckle is distinct as he wedges his belt open. The hurried zip and soft breath of relief as his aching cock is freed from his pants.

He opens your legs so efficiently to kneel between them, one hand squeezing at the meaty flesh of your thigh as the other dips between them to your core and pushes your panties aside. You're so wet - slick sticks to his fingers as he drags them between your folds. So hot against his naturally cold hands. He plunges a finger in with ease, finding no resistance even as he adds a second. His palm grinds against your clit, his mouth consuming every sound he can coax from those pretty lips.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders. Dig fingers into his clothed back and messy hair. Your hips buck up against his hand, following his motions as he curls his fingers up against your g-spot. For as incredible as it feels, it's not enough. You need more - you need him.

You reach between your bodies to grab his cock. He's so warm and heavy in your hands, veins twitching against your palm as you pump his length in your fist. He gasps into your mouth, a pretty choked little sound. Your thumb rubs over his slit, spreading his pre-cum over his flushed head.

He swears breathlessly. His fingers draw out from your heat. Hand curls around yours, slick sticking to the back of your fingers, as he guides his cock to your cunt. He rubs the head between your folds, gathering up your arousal as lubricant, before notching it up against your entrance. Your heart lurches with anticipation. Excitement.

He pulls your hand off of him, intertwining your fingers and pressing your hand down into the seat beside your head. "I love you," he murmurs, over and over, like it's a prayer. His hips rocking as he gently slides into you. Your legs crossing at the ankles against his lower back to draw him in deeper and deeper. He's so long, sinking in so deep, cock kissing your cervix.

His breaths shudder. Lips trail to your cheek, your jaw. Head dips to rest on your shoulder as he restrains himself from losing control. Little snowflakes form at the roof of the car, fluttering down overhead, cooling your skin where it lands, just before they melt away.

You comb your fingers through his hair, adjusting to the stretch of him for a moment longer. "I love you, too," you murmur back, lips pressed to his temple, a shared devotion. Squeeze his hand in yours. He squeezes back in return.

Outside, the rain covers all sounds. Obscures the shadows of the figures in the back seat of his car as the machine rocks on its wheels in a dark corner of an empty parking lot. Windows, fogged up with the hot, panting breaths of two lovers who just couldn't wait to get home to have each other.

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Don’t Wake Up Mon Cœur||ghost!reader x Charles Leclerc

Summary — Charles dreams of reader (idk)

Warnings—ghost sex, wet dream, somnophilia kink, spectral possession, invisible touches, postmortem devotion, cum play, soft haunting, smut, eerie love reader died

Word count689

Can be read as male/female/gender neutral

The room gets cold.

The kind of cold that sinks in behind the ribs and stays there. He doesn’t stir deep in sleep, lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks, one arm thrown over his head. Dreamless. Unaware.

And you just watch.

You drift forward, weightless. Your touch isn’t solid not quite but when you ghost your fingers across his bare chest, goosebumps rise instantly. His nipples pebble. His thighs twitch beneath the sheets. You drag your fingers lower, over the V of his hips, down the line of his abs. Slow. Searching.

He shivers.

You lean down, lips brushing the dip of his throat. You don’t need to breathe, but you inhale him anyway he smells like the sea and sleep and want. Then you slide your hand lower, over his boxers. He’s hard already. You press your palm there, and his hips jerk, unconscious and desperate.

You smile.

Then

The dream begins.

Fog curls under the door. Silver light pools at the foot of the bed. The air thickens like a held breath. Walls ripple. Shadows pulse.

Charles dreams of you again.

You’re glowing, naked, gliding toward him with soft hunger in your eyes. He reaches for you he always does, voice cracked with longing.

“I miss you so much,” he whispers, throat tight.

Your hand is already on his chest, pressing him down, fingers cool and firm.

“I know,” you murmur, your mouth brushing his skin. “I miss you too.”

You straddle his hips, and his cock twitches beneath you, already leaking for you.

“But you don’t get to hold me tonight,” you breathe, rolling your hips slow and cruel just to hear the way he groans. “You just get to feel me.”

You don’t need permission. Not anymore.

Your fingers trail along his ribs, ghostlike but insistent. You kiss his jaw, bite at his neck, and he moans for you slack, helpless, aching. His cock jerks every time you whisper his name. You drink in the whimper he gives when you slide down and take him in your mouth.

You drink in the whimper he gives when you slide down and take him in your mouth.

He tastes like need.

You suck harder.

You let your nails rake gently down his thighs while your lips seal tight around the head of his cock. You bob your head, dragging your tongue along the underside, watching him fall apart. He starts to beg barely coherent, thick with sleep and lust.

“Please… fuck… I’m—”

You hum around him. He shudders.

“Let go, mon cœur,” you whisper, hand pumping what your mouth won’t take. “Cum for me. Give it to me again.”

And he does.

With a desperate cry, he spills into your mouth, hips bucking, breath choking in his throat. You swallow all of it, licking him clean even as he twitches and whines.

You kiss your way up his body while he sinks, dazed and ruined, into the sheets. You curl beside him in the dark of the dream, forehead against his cheek, your hand resting over his heart.

He turns into you, still trembling. “Don’t go,” he breathes. “Please. Stay.”

You press a kiss to his temple slow, tender, sorrowful.

“I can’t,” you whisper. “Your dreaming I’m not even here.” You say pressing a kiss against his cheek.

He wakes with a start.

Panting. Sweating. Confused.

There’s cum all over his legs, soaking the sheets, smeared up his belly. His heart thunders in his chest, like he’s still in it, still inside you.

The room is freezing. His breath clouds.

And just at the edge of vision something moves.

A flicker. A figure. A shadow where there shouldn’t be one.

He turns his head too late.

But he feels it.

The cold, invisible weight of a body on top of his.

Not pressing. Not cruel.

Just there. Lingering.

Waiting.

He stares at the ceiling, frozen. His cock twitches again, half-hard and aching.

And he swears it wasn’t a dream.

[lady-lauren]

❥ ERWIN SMITH X FEM!READER

❥ WORD COUNT: 2k

❥ WARNINGS/TAGS: blood kink, bloody kissing, bloody fucking, period pussy eating, period sex, a very possessive but very sweet Erwin (also a little obsessed with you, maybe definitely to an unhealthy level), some rough fingering and rough sex, praise, use of “good girl”, creampie

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Erwin likes to believe he is fair and just, in his own sick, twisted sense of self. With every give, there is a take. In light, darkness. In blood, an oath. 

He’s tasted almost all you have to offer. But he wants more—more than cum, slick, tears, spit. He wants to drink what beats in your chest, forge a covenant with what makes you exist. 

It’s only fair. 

He’s given you everything. So he can take all he wants.

“You know I’m—” Erwin dips his tongue into your mouth before you can finish.

“Bleeding, I know.” 

It’s just hot breath smeared over messy kisses, needy, eager, pawing like you’re worried the other will disappear. It’s been only a week since he’s seen you, yet he’s convinced he’ll die if he doesn’t devour you now. 

You know better than to ask if he cares. If he did, he wouldn’t be trailing his nose down the valley of your breasts, spreading your thighs in big hands so he can see you in your most intimate state. 

Erwin is invading something so private and it makes him unbearably hard. You’re his. All of you, even the dark red blood that stains your cunt.

“I’m going to eat this messy cunt,” he whispers, settling fully between your legs. He rolls your hips back, spreading your outer folds with his thumbs. You react to every little touch, flinching and moaning, perfect little hole clenching and pouring with a pinking mixture of slick and blood. 

Those words to seem to set you alight, the promise of something darker making you bloom. Your back arches, pussy fluttering and nipples pebbling. You raise yourself onto your elbows, unashamed to keep your eyes on him, watching him as if you’re expecting him to fulfill a promise. 

Erwin keeps his gaze locked on yours as he flattens his tongue, running it along the length of your cunt. The sound you make is divine, full of breathy relief and desire. He repeats the action, letting your slick folds hem along his hot tongue as he tastes you. 

Coppery and sweet, blood dripping down the sides of his mouth. 

He intensifies, pressing hard against you, spreading you completely open with his strong fingers. You’re fully exposed, making it easy for him to swirl his tongue over your clit and elicit uninhibited pleasure.

“Oh god,” you say to him, at him, like you’re feeding his ego instead of calling out to some unknown force. 

Your wetness is pooling in his mouth and he drinks you down. He closes his lips over your folds, sucking gently while his fucks his tongue into you. You clench and buck, eager to ride against his face. 

Any shame you felt has dissipated, some primal hunger taking over as you see the red stains against his cheeks. 

He gives you several minutes of undivided attention, pride inflating as you coo and moan, your fingers winding into his undercut and tugging him as close as you can get. His keen ears pick up on every sound, repeating licks that make you whine and fucking his tongue into your hole when your pitch raises like you’ll cum from his focus on your clit. 

Everything is wet. His chin, his nose, his cheeks, all from your drooling pussy, sloppy and bloody just for him. 

He pulls back to breathe, skimming a curled knuckle between your folds just to watch you jump. Then he sinks his index finger into you, smirking as your mouth falls open as he prods into your tightness. 

“Am I the first to taste you like this?”

Your eyes are glossy as you look down at him, like you’re holding back tears. 

“Yes,” you shake your head. “Only you.”

“I’ve imagined this a lot, sweetheart.”

His finger curls just right inside of you, fingertip pressing into a spot that makes your lashes flutter. 

“Fuck, I can tell. That feels so fucking good, so, so good.” Your elbows finally slip out from under you, sending your head back against the pillows and your spine arching. 

Erwin adds a second finger, marveling at how your tight flesh parts for him. Your walls drag along his thick fingers, squeezing against his skin. 

Pushing into you has more blood seeping from your hole, dark and thick. The sight does things to him it shouldn’t, creates a carnal clawing in his stomach. 

He returns to your clit, giving you quick kitten licks to override your senses as he plunges his knuckles deep inside you. His long fingers take to exploring, spreading, prepping. When he finds the one spot that has you nearly careening off the bed, he strokes it over and over again until your thighs start to spasm against his ears. 

“Please,” you sound out of control, desperate, “please keep doing that. I’m so close.”

“Want you to cum in my mouth,” he mumbles against your pussy, pressing close so the vibrations of his voice sends pleasure dripping down your spine. “Come on, sweetheart. Look at me as you cum.”

His lips suck at your clit, tongue rolling against it before he nips at you with his teeth. It’s gentle, just a brush of a canine against sensitive flesh, and the shock makes your belly clench and your nails claw into his scalp. 

Blue eyes flash up your body, gaze traveling over your sublime breasts until he can find your eyes. You’re pleading to him, brows pinching together. But there’s still a determination in your look, as if you’re willing yourself to follow his commands and cum just for him. 

Erwin presses into you harder, using the strength in his fingers to pump deep into your cunt. If he’s not careful, he’ll hurt you, but you seem to love the trill of fear that spreads across your nerves as he becomes rough with you, blood splashing to his cheekbones.

Then he feels it, the tell-tell signs of orgasm—your lower belly finds a quick, cinching rhythm, inner walls of your cunt fluttering as your throat builds a scream. 

Selfishly, Erwin pulls his fingers from you the moment your orgasm crests, letting your cunt squeeze around nothing but air as you cum. He can hear the frustration in your moan as you climb the high, only for his tongue to cover your hole the moment you begin to crash, slick and sweet ichor coating the insides of his mouth. 

He savors the taste, something so foreign yet so familiar, viscous and tangy. The flavor of what pumps through your heart.

“Erwin, Erwin,” his name is heaven on your tongue. “Inside me. I need you inside me, please.”

“Soon,” he promises. 

He moves up your body, taking your breasts in both hands. Pinching your swollen nipples, he covers them with his hot, bloodied mouth. As he moves between your tits, he smears scarlet with his lips. Blood like ceremonial oil, bright red streaks across your chest, claiming you on an altar dedicated to him. 

“Wh…what does it taste like?” 

Oh how he loves his curious little cat. 

“Open your mouth.” 

Erwin doesn’t give you the chance to overthink. His fingers sink into your cheeks so he can forcefully pull you up for a kiss. He lets you taste yourself against his tongue. Salt and iron, blood and cream.

Your moan is delicious, need and satisfaction melting into one note.

Your fingers claw into the muscles of his back, once again tugging on him, begging him to be closer, to fill you in every way possible. Your thighs curl around his waist, bringing his throbbing cock against your cunt so you can shamelessly rub yourself against his length. 

He bullies his cockhead into your cunt, spearing you open and spreading you wide. Instantly your head falls back, all thoughts eradicated except for how fucking good he feels pushing inside you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” you hiss, moaning at his intrusion.

Shifting his weight back, Erwin sits on his knees and watches your cunt swallow him whole. Inch by inch your flesh parts for him, wet and glistening red. He keeps your thighs pinned back, knuckles going white against your skin. 

When he bottoms out, he finally closes his eyes and just feels the weight of your body around him. Your belly is already tight and clenching, a vice against his pulsing cock. 

He’ll spoil you, make it so no one can ever compete with him.

“Good girl,” he praises. Keeping his cock lodged in your depths, his hands skim along the curve of your sides, tracing around the fullness of your breasts. His thumb plays in the mess he made, swirling the crimson stickiness over your nipple.

“Move,” you demand of him. “Please, fuck me like you promised.”

Erwin grins, wolfish and starving. Your wish is his command.

Languidly, he slides his cock from inside you, listening to the slurp of your cunt as he draws back until only the head of him remains. Then he snaps his hips brutally, your whole body shaking as he buries himself to the hilt. A little scream erupts from your lips, and he forces you to make the sound over and over again.   

With your head thrown back against the pillows, the delicate column of your throat is on tempting display. Your blood is crawling up his taut stomach, splattered against his skin. He wipes his fingers through the wetness, then paints your own blood against your neck. 

Then he kisses you until he can’t breathe, until his cock aches and twitches, begging for release. Blood from your cunt paints your cheeks, a feral mess he’s made from his own fucked up desires.

His teeth and nails ache to tear into you, to rip you apart and put you back together again, with traces of him lining every crack. You’ll never be the same after him, he won’t allow it. He’ll never let you go. 

Erwin smears his thumb into the mess of your cunt, rubbing your swollen clit with precision. The motions are easy for him, memorized since the first time he took you.

“Cum for me, cum on my cock.” He moves his face to your shoulder, focusing on the way your gummy walls hug his cock. “Let me feel you. And I promise I’ll fill your cunt with my cum. Think you can do that, sweetheart?” 

You moan out affirmations, a string of yesyesyes as lose yourself against him, wrapping your arms around his neck and clinging for dear life. He’s being rough, he knows it, but your body loves it. Your nerve endings are singing, every part of you shaking as your cunt gushes around him, sanguine strings staining his sheets.

Watching you cum is one thing, feeling it is another. You cream on his cock so tightly that Erwin explodes, growling some ungodly sound as each ripple and tug of your orgasm milks the cum from his balls. 

He can’t remember the last time he came so hard. His chest aches, heart pounding as he gasps out your name in the last seconds of his release. But you’re not done, your nails are nearly drawing his own blood on his back as you keep your pussy sheathed over him, legs closing in around him as you cry out from the euphoria cracking over your senses.

When it feels like the orgasmic tide has left you both breathless on the shore, he raises his hand to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over your lips to wipe away the evidence of what he’s done.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, you? Didn’t put you into heart failure with this little fantasy, did I?”

He chuckles at your too-pleased smile, carefully laying back against the bed and pulling you with him. 

He’s been around this block with you enough times to know that your hormones are racing, that it’ll take far more time for you to escape the headspace of sex than him. He pets your hair as you catch your breath, body sliding to his side so you can wind yourself around him, tucking one of his thighs between your legs.

A thick mixture of cum and blood drools down his thigh, and he couldn’t be more self-satisfied.