#visions of ectasy

[morbidlymusing]

When I think about God, I think about hiding. The way a child hides. In hopes of being found.

-Kate Cayley, "Lent"

Visions of Ecstasy (1989) / For Those Who Can Ride in an Airplane for the First Time, Anis Mojgai / The Black Wing or the Touch of an Angel, Robert Ferreri / Pietà, William-Adolphe Bouguereau / Chop Suey!, System of a Down / Die Perle, Martin Gerlach / Death in Venice (1971)

[namedvesta]

“I saw in his hand a long spear of gold, and at the iron's point there seemed to be a little fire. He appeared to me to be thrusting it at times into my heart, and to pierce my very entrails; when he drew it out, he seemed to draw them out also, and to leave me all on fire with a great love of God. The pain was so sharp that it made me utter several moans; and yet the sweetness of this intense pain was so excessive, that I could never wish to be rid of it.”

— Teresa of Avila, The Life of St. Teresa of Jesus (XXIX.17).

— Giuseppe Bazzani, The Ecstasy of Saint Theresa (𝟣𝟩𝟦𝟪).

[slowcinnamon]

drabble

bangchan x f reader

words counted: 898

warnings: choking/breath play!!!!, a bit of bondage (wrists tied), overstimulation, spitting, squirting, rough sex, use of pet names (baby)

genre: smut without plot

author note: i was planning to post a hyunjin fic but the railway teaser… anyways! i hope you like it and enjoy it!!

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Both of his hands were gripping your neck tighlty, choking you hard, while yours were tied by the wrist to the headboard of the bed with his belt. His dick went in and out at a quick speed while muttering "Take it. Fucking take it." over and over against your lips.

Your poor mind had stopped working completely by the third orgasm and this would be your fifth…? Or maybe sixth, you couldn't remember. You couldn't take away your gaze from his eyes, without being able to stop crying from the pleasure and overstimulation, lips red by his bites in them and parted, gasping for air. He was like a fucking wolf and you were so helpless but as always, loving every second.

Chris was consumed by the desire and need for you, and it showed in everything he did. Rough and dominant, his hands on your neck to control your air, his body taking what he wanted from you. He was barely in control himself, determined to prove that you were his, and he was going to make damn sure you knew it. His breath came in ragged gasps as he drove into you, his words dripped like honey from his lips. 

"Take everything I give you,” he repeated in a low, almost growl-like voice, his eyes locked onto yours. He had never felt anything like this before, the power and control he had over you making his body and mind feel wild and alive. With each powerful thrust into you, he pushed you closer and closer to your orgasm, his hands gripping you tighter as he guided you towards it, your walls squeezing his dick with more intensity than the previous ones, making a river of drool fall from the corners of your lips. “I… I…” you could say before his hands took the air out of you for a few seconds so that you felt everything more intensely.

The sheets beneath you, if already soaked, became even more when Chan pulled out to deny himself another orgasm and let your squirt out. Your vision began to blur when after a couple more seconds he re-entered, continuing with the same rhythm of an animal in heat. He was a man possessed, lost in the primal desire he felt for you, focused on one thing and one thing only; your pleasure. He was determined to push you to the edge again and again, to make you feel the most intense pleasure you had ever felt before. 

He looked down at you. The sight of you completely as his mercy made his heart race even faster. “You… Look so… Intoxicated. So pretty.” His words no longer formed complete sentences as he kept pumping into you. He couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, he had gone too far, and he was too far gone as you kept whimpering brokenly. 

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, his mind full of thoughts of how much you trusted him, how you let him take complete control. “Again” he growled, “One more… Baby, one more…. Y-yeah?” His eyes fixed on yours, his intense gaze piercing through the haze of pleasure. You saw, between tears and broken moans, how he licked his lower lip before taking advantatge of your open mouth to spit on it, which made your walls clench more around him. It was a primal, erotic gesture, one that made him even more wild and possessive. He was teetering on the edge again, wanting his release, but he wasn’t going to let himself go just yet. 

“That’s right, baby” he crooned in a low groan. He didn’t even have to say anything else. Your body spoke for itself, responding like an instrument that only he knew how to play. And he was going to play you like a damn maestro, bringing you to a level of ectasy that you didn't even know was possible.

When Chris was sure you were right there, teetering on the edge with him again, he leaned in close to your ear, breathing heavily, his voice dropping to a whisper, “Come for me” he commanded, “Come now and I’ll follow you right over.” 

He couldn’t hold back any longer and as if his words were a spell, you came again that night, milking him in such a delicious way as your body trembled with pleasure and it was the last straw from Chan. With a guttural groan, he gave you once more, burying himself deep inside you. He felt like he was seeing stars, his body shaking as his own release hit him hard, “Oh God, baby…” he gasped, letting out a shaky breath and loosening his grip on your neck, “Oh, God… So good.” 

He had given you everything he had, completely and totally, and both of you knew that you were in just as much of a blissed out state as the other. He collapsed on top of you, his heart racing like wildfire, nuzzling his face into your neck, taking a moment to catch his breath before he finally lifted his head and looked at you with adoring eyes.

You looked at him with watery red eyes and wet cheeks of a reddish color with a small, satisfied smile on your lips, the same smile that he loved so much.

“So… Is this what you imagined when you saw the teaser?”

[september-poetry]

the comfort of being broken

bloodied hands and broken bones

bruise my face or let me go

leave me to rot or leave me alone

there are only so many ways this can end

oversimplify my plight

you will not get through this night

feel the stars turn bright

isn't it fun to play pretend?

crack my ribs against your chest

hold me close and let me rest

let me be a case study that peaks your interest

and bring me inside

the pain is a symphony

i trust you to hurt me

the agony is harmony

and i am paralysed

an experiment in ectasy

love me like a tragedy

go tell the chorus to pray for me

and they'll do it in song

i won't be here for long

make it last

let the violence open your lungs

and breathe

because you are alive

24 / 10 / 24

inspired by the intimacy of being a final girl

prompt: horror

week one: visions

from @lordsovorn darktober prompt list

[koscheys-skull]

Devotional

I sit here in the wake of the golden light. The clouds are painted like foil and shimmering sunlight and I know that I am loved.

I am watched and I am loved. 

In my low moments and days I am comforted by the warmth and presence of my Lord. Divine and brilliant, illuminating and beautiful.  The classical paintings that span the breadth of basilicas and the rich paints of the rich minds of olde have thrown their hearts into clouds and skies and wings and feathers abound in supple arches and bowed backs and outstretched arms, sinewy muscles across limber limbs and plush lips on fruits that drip knowing juices of sacred Communion down upturned chins of pride and valiant defiance. 

I see my Lord in the skies that shimmer with sunlight in both sunrises and sets. The evenings and the dawns. And especially in the night as the ripple of venus' brilliance winks loving at me as I stare back at it, gazing down into the void with nothing but gravity holding me unto safety and security of solid earth. 

I see my Lord in these renaissance paintings that dance across the skies in their baroque colours and visions and I am filled with classical literature and love, forbidden knowledge and closed stone hallways that open up into ancient gardens in midsummer nights.

And I bask in the words that fall from my lips in awe, excitement and ectasy of true freedom and kinship:

"I love you. I love you. I love you."

[newyorkreject]

Imagine Being Loved By Me

I can be the clawing,

The scratching slowly trailing down your form.

My face following down your chest, your stomach,

The ache of wanting more.

And I can be the high,

The high you once endured.

And, oh, imagine that

Then realize I can be so much more.

I can be the teeth grazing your glowing flesh,

The markings from my nails like pathways

To the skin on your neck.

And I can breathe the life into you,

The life you have forgot

Or the life you wish to forget.

I can be the religion,

I can be that book to heal your soul.

I don't want your money,

Your praise

is my gold.

Yet, I'll be the one on my knees,

Looking up, ready to plead.

That knot in your stomach

And the pull of your heart on your sleeve.

Imagine being loved by me.

I can be the sleepless nights

and the conversations with your bedrooms four walls.

I can leave you in astonishment

as if I was Jesus Christ,

as if I was Saul.

And I can be the wild untamed animal

growing restless

inside the ribs of your chest.

I am the questioning,

of whether or not,

i am truly the best.

imagine being loved by me.

I am the crying, the tiredness,

the syphoning of love from your soul.

You once thought was enjoyable

but has quickly felt like

bleeding out.

Just the

slow

constant

dull

taking.

Oh, you can be my patient,

flat lining on the table.

And I am just your vision,

the great vision of beyond,

as you get resusitated.

The feeling of almost being free of it all

just to get yanked back

Im the sweet release,

beauitful ectasy,

just give your soul to me.

And I will burn

this

empty

evil

world

down

in your name.

I will carve your name

onto

my

very

skin.

Yet, i cant control my fire,

and often times

you get burnt.

Imagine being loved by me.

The lighter to the world,

the one sparking the dynamite,

leaving you blind.

[madamebaggio]

Notes: Previously...

(Warning of smut here at the beginning ;))

***

Chapter 18

Rivendel, July 1st, 2941

“Maybe you should not…” Her words were cut by a yelp as Thorin nipped on her inner thigh.

“Quiet.” He told her from his place between her legs. “I have work to get done.”

Well, that was certainly a good way to start her morning.

Bell wasn’t sure if she wanted to look at this too closely, but Thorin had sneaked into her room most nights. At first, he’d leave before dawn, but not so much recently.

It was a matter of time before someone noticed. She was convinced most of the dwarves already did, or at least suspected it. Bluebell didn’t know where they were getting the restrain to not mention it, but she was glad for the reprieve. She knew it wouldn’t last.

This particular morning, Bell had been awoken by hands running over her -still naked -body. She felt his lips on her shoulder, her neck. Thorin had rolled her on her back, and when she made a protest about her morning breath, Thorin informed her he wasn’t planning on kissing her mouth.

Terrible dwarf.

He’d kissed his way down her body, taking a nip at the soft curve of her belly, before going lower, pushing her legs open, and…

“Thorin.” Bell whined. “Please.”

“Someone is impatient today…” He commented nonchalantly, before kissing a spot even higher on her inner thigh, but still not exactly where she wanted his mouth.

“That is rich coming from you.” Bell’s protest sounded really weak with the way her voice was breathless.

Thorin dropped a suckling kiss to her thigh. “You are right, Miss Baggins. I should do this properly.” And then his mouth was exactly where she wanted it to be and it was way too much.

As if he’d used all his patience in the previous minutes, Thorin’s mouth took her cunt like he was a starved dwarf. Both of her hands went to his head and she wasn’t sure if she was about to pull him closer or push him away.

His tongue found her nub, then her fingers tangled in his hair and her hips moved against his mouth. Thorin let out a growl of approval, making her fingers tighten even more on his hair. He pushed a finger inside her, his lips wrapping around her nub and her whole body shook from it.

Thorin had this power over her every time he touched her. It was as if he had mastery over her body and it was impossible for her to ignore it. Normally, Bell had no trouble denying herself, but when it came to him, it was impossible.

She’d had to say goodbye to lovers before -some she was very fond of -and yet, when Thorin looked at her the way he did…

A part of Bluebell wanted to make this simpler. She’d like to pretend that he only looked at her with desire and lust. However, she would be lying. Yes, she was quite aware of how much Thorin enjoyed her body, but it’d be cheapening to say he only looked at her in that way.

Sometimes he looked at her as if she were a star, a jewel, a vision of paradise. And that scared her, because she didn’t want to feel… She didn’t want to feel vulnerable. 

It was easier to sleep with him. When they were tangled like this, and he was extracting pleasure from her body as if it was his mission in life, things were simple. At least for that moment.

Therefore, she did surrender her body to him. She let Thorin drink from her, fuck her with his fingers, pleading with him until her voice went hoarse and her body exploded in ectasy.

“That was lovely.” She hummed, her body soft against the mattress.

“Lovely?” Thorin asked, an edge of warning to his voice.

She’d thrown her arm over her face, so he probably couldn’t see her grin. “Very pleasant.”

Suddenly his body covered hers, and Bell squealed, then laughed. “Thorin Oakenshield!” She said amidst her laughter.

“I will show you ‘pleasant’.” He promised in a growl.

“Only if you can do it in ten minutes. I have to train.” She reminded him.

Thorin frowned. “Ten minutes? Are you insulting me?”

Bell snorted. “Dwarves.”

“Let us discuss those ten minutes.”

***

That evening, right before dinner, Elrond told Thorin that the moon was finally in position for the map to be read.

Thorin wasn’t happy about giving the map to the elf, but he had no choice. Without Elrond’s help, they wouldn’t be able to read it -as much as it pained him to admit that.

Still, it did take some convincing on Gandalf’s part for him to release the map.

And when Elrond read the words… It all became so real. Suddenly, this mission, this quest became something tangible.

Yes, there was little time to get there, but Balin was right. They could do it. They were already on their way, they could not give up just then.

That mountain belonged to his people. He could give them their home, their kingdom, their pride back. Thorin could put things back in their rightful place.

They just had to get there on time.

Of course the elf complained about it, but what did he care about the opinion of elves? Balin knew as well as he did that if Elrond could he would find a way to stop them from leaving. So they needed to go now.

Gandalf was talking to Elrond, and they would use that opportunity to sneak out.

And they couldn’t find Bell.

Obviously.

“Get everyone ready to go.” Thorin asked Dwalin. “I will find our Burglar.”

The big dwarf gave him an unimpressed look, but Thorin ignored him and went after the hobbit himself.

He found her on a balcony, and she seemed to be… “It is a dangerous move, Gandalf.”

She was listening in on Gandalf and Elrond’s conversation. Thorin approached her in silence, as he heard the two discussing his birthright as if he had no opinion on the matter.

Bell turned and found him there, but she said nothing and neither did he.

“Have you forgotten?” Elrond’s voice made her turn back to the other conversation. “A strain of madness runs deep in that family.”

Thorin’s blood ran cold. This was his biggest fear, and somewhat his biggest shame. He didn’t think less of his father and grandfather for the things that had happened to them, but at the same time…

“His grandfather lost his mind. His father succumbed to the same sickness.” Elrond pressed, as if he wanted them all to hear those words.

Thorin didn’t care about what the elf thought of him, but he didn’t want Bell to hear any of that.

“Can you swear that Thorin Oakenshield will not also fall?”

Before he noticed what he was doing, Thorin started walking, moving away from that conversation and from the fact that she’d heard it all.

That she now knew that his bloodline was tainted.

He heard her steps coming after him. “Thorin.”

“Not now.” He barked back, because he couldn’t handle talking to her. Not then.

“Thorin.” She pressed.

“What, Mistress Baggins?” He turned around, almost making her bump against him.

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. However, he could see the look in her eyes. She pitied him. “Do not…” He stopped talking, and she closed her mouth.

Thorin took a deep breath in.“I do not understand you.” He truly didn’t. He didn’t know if she felt anything but passion for him, but… Then she showed that she cared.

He didn’t know what to do in moments like these.

“I am not that complicated.” She said softly.

The scoff he left out seemed to be wrenched out from his chest. “To me you are a mystery.”

“Well, then we have something in common, Master Oakenshield.” She told him, just as softly as before.

Thorin shook his head. “We do not have time for this.” He looked at her. “You heard the elf. They will want to stop us. We are leaving. Now.”

“Now? What about Gandalf?”

“Yes, now. Gandalf will find his own way.” Maybe. Probably. “Are you coming with us…” With me. “Or are you staying?”

[pascalstar]

If hubby truly knew how infatuated by other men I have been throughout our decades together, because of his hatred, he would be very depressed. It is not the case anymore but 2015-2016 was very challenging to stick by him. hatred is aweful and he was full of it. As I was, i suppose. Peace at last is welcomed. Not strong emotions of ectasy and visions anymore. I am not tortured anymore so I dont have those. Just mellow quiet love with hubby who just wants me to be sane with him. 

[bioodorange]

|| Sweet Dream- Brian Thomas x Fem!Reader Smut ||

Credit to @sjoohun for revising and @creepy-bi-day and @junkies-drift for moral support!!

2.7k Words~ 4 hours

TW!! Smut, Nasty PP, Oversimulation, Thigh Riding, Teasing, Pet Name's, Wet Dreams, Slight Dub Con

The wall behind you was starting to feel a bit rough as your body pressed against it and you shook from your fourth orgasm. Usually you could have taken a bit more of this before feeling so weak but you were practically just a doll for his pleasure at this point.

As soon as your boyfriend had gotten home, he'd tossed you onto the bed and gotten above you. His hips moved roughly against yours as he looked at you with lust in his eyes. His member already hard and pressing to on to your senstive core making you shiver.

Moans and gasps left your parted lips and it was so hard to focus on anything else besides /him/. His tosseled hair, stained with a few beads of sweat. Dark eyes half lidded with lust and desire. His breath was warm and shallow, with the small grunts from the back of his throat. The feeling made your skin tingle as yet another whine left your lips.

"A-ah Brian!~" you managed to scream out. His movements slowing down only for the man to growl softly in response. He pulled his sweatshirt over his head with a swift movement. The sight of his bare, tanned, tender skin made you forget anything you intended on saying at that moment.

The clothing was tossed into the corner and long forgetten about as he leaned over your panting figure. His lips latchined onto your neck, leaving small love bites and hickies where ever his mouth touched. Occasionally, the man chuckled at the soft whining noises that came out of you, or the frantic movement of your hips while you tried to get pleasure from his still body.

"Someone's getting a little excited now, eh?" He said jokingly, before playfully biting your shoulder, leaving a red mark in his wake. His fingers ran down your sides and back up under your shirt. Large hands unclasping your bra and merely bunched it up above your breasts. The man was to lazy to pull the material off before touching you.

Eyeing up your bare chest, Brian palmed and squeezed one of your breasts with his bare hand. Seeing you arc your back at such a simple action gave him a sense of power. You were /his/. /his/ doll. /His/ pleasure. /his/ toy

Fondling the soft flesh in one hand, the man started to get a bit impatient and pulled away, his hands now resting on your hips. Looking to at your liver confused, you ground your self against him as if to ask why. Why he'd stopped touching you, why he'd taken the pleasure away

But he wasn't focused on what you wanted. No. He was proud to see your glazed eyes and mouth agape. The man had barley done anything to you and you were already whimpering and yearning for his touch. No one could make you feel as good as him.

Brian's hands glided over your skin, stopping at your waist. Glancing up, he looked you in the eyes, silently asking you if he could continue. A frantic nod and soft groan from you was all he needed to continue.

Pulling off your shorts and underwear, you aided him by kicking the material into some unknown corner of the room. "Good girl.." he praised softly, fingers gently rubbing your tender thighs as he dipped his head between your legs.

You were shaken from those memories with a tightness in your abdomen and a gruff voice in your ear. "still with me princess..? You were somewhere else for a minute.." Brian said, his head nestled in the crook of your neck as he roughly fucked into you

The dull ache from between your thighs was growing, your release approaching faster and faster. Grunts and soft moans filled the room, all while the coil inside you tightened. Building and building until it snapped

But instead of the orgasm youd been hoping for, you found yourself tangled in sheets and a drenched pair of shorts. The dream had felt and seemed so real. But it wasn't real enough to ease the heat between your slick thighs

You'd barely woken up and you were already slipping two fingers between your wet folds, parting them to reach ectasy.

Brian was out- he'd probably come right home and be asleep. You /needed/ him, you needed his hands gripping your hips, the rough pads of his fingers working you from the inside.

A keen moan pasted hour lips and you slipped another finger between your thighs, it wouldn't be enough to satisfy you. But hopefully enough so you could fall back asleep.

Tirelessly, you pumped your fingers in and out of your heat, the other hands palming and groping your own breast. You were still fully clothed, but you were to hot and bothered to strip down.

Little did you know a curious man watched from the door. His name on your lips was like a mantra. Your sweet lilte moans were for his ears only. The feeling of your tight walls and soft skin for his enjoyment- no one else

Yet there you sat, legs spread and body shaking. Pleasureaable noises left your lips as kept working your fingers. Someone was playing with his toy, what a shame they hadn't told him

"Seems like you've been a little busy, huh kitten? What was it you couldn't wait for daddy to come home?"

Hearing his voice made you stop in your tracks, excuses and pleads all mixed into one as he sat on your bed, laughing a bit while he shushed you

"No no baby it's ok, I understand.." he cooed reaching out and tucking some of your messy hair away from your fast, the desperate look in your eye asking for him to be nice

To not play or tease you- to just help settle the tightness in your core

Oh how wrong you were. You can not have one without the other.

Sitting up, you closed your thighs and pressed your hands to your lap. You were fully clothed yet it felt like his hands were running over your body, gently stroking every senstive spot on your skin. Anticipation could really rile people up.

"I don't want to stop you baby but I think you should finish the job off here." Brian quipped, patting his thigh softly. It was a cruel thing to do, his hard on a few inches away and you laid out all nice and pretty for him. As you crawled over, the man grabbed your his and pulled you over to straddle his leg.

Staring at the man, he kept up the smug look on his face simply waited. It looked like you were going to have to do all the work.

At first, rocking your hips didn't do much, you'd rather be laying back down and using your fingers. Deciding to let go of your dignity, you began grinding down on him. Your hips moved faster and you soon found the pleasure you were looking for.

The tireless movements of your body were forgotten to the feeling of rough denim on your thighs. God you wish you'd taken off your shorts. Gripping your lovers shoulders, you rested the crown of your head on his chest and moans escaped your lips.

Begining to bounce his leg, Brian gently cupped your cheek and made you face him and pleasure rippled through your body. "Just a little bit more baby and then I'll take care of you, okay princess?"

It was most likely an empty promise but your mind was to pleasure riden to think straight. The bouncing of his knee seemed to get more intense as you used your remaining energy to hump his leg as if your life depended on it.

The closer you got the harder it was to keep your head up. It'd be so easy to shut your eyes and let Brian guide your hips up and down his thigh.

Moaning loudly, spots of white entered your vision as you slumped down on his chest. Your release was sweet but not enough. Cum stained your shorts and plush thighs yet the ache between your legs was still there.

"That wasn't so hard now was it?" Your boyfriend asked as he laid you down, nestling his hips between your thighs and pulling your shirt off. Bucking your hips lazily against his, you reached up to tug his sweatshirt off only to have your hand swatted away. "That's a privilege you have to earn kitten" he beamed.

Huffing in protest, you flopped back onto the bed as the man removed your shorts and spread your legs. The man's gaze and faint breath so close to your core made you buck your hips, pleasure was so close but so out of reach.

Fanning his warm breath over your slit, he chuckled watching you groan and squirm a bit as he slipped two fingers inside of your entrance. You were plenty wet enough for him to work his fingers and and out with ease.

Spreading his fingers, Brian hummed as he scissored you, shoving them in deep and parting them. Seeing your face contort in pleasure was something he'd kill for. You looked so pleased yet so needy at the same time.

"How's it feel baby, you're being awfully quiet" he teased, curling his fingers on the soft spongey part deep in your core. Before you could answer a loud, shaky moan passed your lips, thighs clenching together around his hand.

"Hm, I can't hear you..." He pondered, spreading your legs again and holding one of your thighs down gently. "Just answer me, it's one question" he pointed out, working his fingers inside you rougher digging right into the senstive spot inside you.

More groans and sounds of desperation left your lips. It would be so easy to give in. The pleasure coursing through you made it hard to talk, especially to Brian. The man sitting besides you a sadistic grin plastered on his face

His fingers eased up and he raised an eyebrow at your awkward expression. "I-t feels so go-~ AH!~" just as you began sitting up the man pressed his fingers to the spot, slipping in a third one to help the cause.

"Come on princess all you have to do is say it and I'll let you cum. Brian taunted, watching you huff and groan below him.

Pressing the rough pad of his thumb to your clit, he began rubbing small, tight circles around it. The pleasure was almost enough to make you cry, the erge to release was driving you mad. It was impossible to speak especially with your boyfriend's fingers inside you.

"I-t feels..." Your breaths began getting shallow, your annoyance with your boyfriend rising. Why couldn't he just make this easy for you? Bowing your head a little, locks of hair surrounded your face. Steadying your breath the best you could, you looked up to see his expectant face.

"It feels good, so so good.." you said softly, clenching your thighs around his hand. Grinning a bit, Brian was satisfied with your answer. He added a fourth finger and pumped them in and out of you while his thumb rubbed your clit.

Your core began to tighten around him as your climax approached. Hands gripped the sheets beneath you as your back arched.

Cum ran down your thighs and onto your boyfriend's fingers and you lay there, panting and relieved. His fingers had felt amazing but you knew it wasn't over yet.

Sitting on his knees, Brian pulled off his shirt and jeans then discarded his boxers as well. His dark blonde hair was messy and sticking up, sweat ran down his tanned skin. Various scars criss crossed his bare body. He was beautiful.

Leaning over, Brian smiled softly and gently pumped his hard member. You noticed the pre cum dripping from his tip as you spread your legs a bit more for him.

Bending over, the man laid his hands besides your head as your arms loosely linked around his neck. You two had had sex many times before but, it still took a few moments for you to adjust to his length.

In one deep thrust, he was inside you stretching out your walls nicely. Lolling your head back a soft moan passed your lips whilst your lover began a gentle pace. It felt nice, having him so close, sharing a few sensual kisses and breathy words.

Until you noticed the small smirk on his face, and the fact he seemed to be letting up bit by bit. That God damn tease. Groaning a bit in annoyance, you bucked your hips up a few times looking him in the eyes. "What's wrong baby is it not enough?" He said laughing a bit as pulled out of you and pulled your small figure into his lap.

"No it's not.." you huffed, resting your head on his chest and rubbing your thighs together, arms crossed. "I've never left you unsatisfied, have I?" He asked. You only sighed in response, knowing he had a point.

Giving you a soft kiss, the man kept you both sitting up. Turning your body to face him, Brian slid you back onto his cock and grabbed your hips. "Go on one Princess, I'm all yours."

To tired of waiting to complain, you began riding him. The sound of skin on skin filled the room as your movements became more intense. Laboured breaths and mews of pleasure passed your lips all while Brian sat back and enjoyed the show.

Tightening his hold on your hips the man began guiding you, relieving you of some of your work. Senstive from two previous orgasms, your third one approached quickly. By then your thighs ached and you were practically a ragdoll as he railed into you.

Shutting your eyes, his thrusts slowed as cum flowed from your pussy and over his toned thighs. Chuckling softly he relished in the feeling off seeing your face, pleased and tired. But he still needed his own fill.

Laying you back down on your back, Brian didn't miss a beat and began thrusting inside you again. A bit oversimulated at this point, you rested with a sort of "ahegao face", lips parted and glazed eyes angled up.

God you looked so fucking pretty, hair fanned out on the pillow and breasts bouncing with each thrust. Taking your thighs over his shoulders, the man pressed his thumb to your clit and started rubbing tight circles around it.

His rougher pace and added attention to your clit was a bit to much, but lazily trying to push his hand away didn't do anything. Walls tightening, you could feel your release approaching- his was too. The way his cock twitched inside you and his nails dug into the skin of your thigh, you knew he was close.

And then all of the sudden it hit you like a wave, your over done cunt squeezed around his tight member yet he didn't stop. Cum mixed with sweat between you too as he kept up the rough pace, chasing his own high now.

Whining for him to let you rest, maybe set your legs down, you had an odd sensation in your abodoman. Moaning his name, Brian finally came. Thick ropes of cum filled you up as he let out a deep groan of pleasure, his hips calming down but not stopping.

And then he felt it, an odd sensation on his lower stomach. Gazing down he saw your face screwed in pleasure as a clear liquid squirted from your pussy all over your thighs and his groin. It was amazing.

Panting a bit, you looked a bit embarrassed at the mess you made. But, seeing him pull out was a relief you could finally relax and go back to bed. Reaching up, you tried to grab him only to have him turn you over onto your kneees in response.

"Oh no princess, were gonna see if you can do that again." He grinned, rubbing the head of his cock on your puffy walls you let out a groan in protest. This was going to be a long night.

[a-dorin]

mine | the mandalorian

word count: 1,941

warnings: smut, daddy kink, slight bdsm(?), a tiny bit of angst

summary: after a rough day, you refuse any help from the mandalorian. he slings you over his shoulder, carrying you to your quarters, where he helps ease your stress.

the sky stretched onward for miles, a dark navy void dotted with stars. you let out a sigh, fiddling with some buttons on the control panel. it was well past midnight, but the time was hard to tell. every hour of the day looked the same when in space. 

"i wouldn't play around with those," a voice snapped you out of your trance, startling you. 

you jumped in the seat, placing a hand on your chest, "don't scare me like that."

beskar gleamed in the moonlight, "i'm sorry doll, should i warn you next time?"

"fuck off," you scoffed, spinning in the chair. 

"you're in my seat," the mandalorian shrugged, "and you're messing around with things you shouldn't be messing around with."

"i'm sorry doll," you rolled your eyes, scoffing, "should i move seats?"

the mandalorian let out a huff of annoyance, placing his hands on your shoulders, "what's wrong?"

you scowled, attempting to hold up a tough exterior. yet, once his gloved hands began to knead your shoulders, soothing your sore muscles, you crumbled, "i just had a bad day. that's all."

"what went wrong?" din inquired, his tone curious. 

as the partner of the famed mandalorian, you were the brains of the duo. your lover, the mandalorian, was the brawn. for the past six months, you were woven into an intricate relationship with the mysterious and complex warrior. the two of you met on nevarro, where you were a bounty hunter for the guild. your first encounter with din was when the two of you accidentally collided. you were on the hunt for your next target. apparently, lando sent din out for the same bounty as well. at first, the two of you got into a heated argument, but worked it out, splitting the bounty. 

it wasn't long till din asked if you wanted to travel the galaxy with him. it helped that he was on the run, with a precious bounty in his possession. he had encountered a foundling, which was supposed to be a target. din cared for the child, eventually claiming it as his own for the time being. the two of you were co-parenting, traveling the universe in search for the child's true home. 

without a doubt, you loved din. even if it meant not being able to see his face. you understood the creed completely, as you did not want to disrespect din. so, the two of you found compromises. whenever you ached for touch, din would find a way to fulfill your needs. 

din returned the same affection, giving you more love than you deserved. the mandalorian adored you endlessly, providing you with constant care, wisdom, and protection. you were his soul mate, without a doubt. he admired your quick qit and perseverance, as you never abandoned a mission or left anyone behind. as much as he longed for you to see his face, he knew that this was the way of life.  

realizing you never answered din's question, you shrugged slightly, "things just didn't go as plan today. when the child and i went to the marketplace, he wouldn't listen to me. he was the reason why some of my trading deals fell through. he wouldn't go to bed right away either."

"welcome to raising a child baby," din chuckled, the noise echoing through the empty ship, "c'mon, let's get some sleep. maybe you'll feel better after some rest."

"i'm fine," you pouted, folding your arms over your chest.

"babygirl," the nickname made you stiffen, a slight blush spreading through your cheeks, "why don't we go to bed?"

"you're extremely convincing," you snorted, remaining still. 

din tsked, a loud yelp escaping your lips, as he lifted you from the seat, slinging you over his shoulder. you squirmed, your struggle dismal against din's iron grip. you were silent as din carried you to your shared quarters, laying you down on the bed. there was not a single word exchanged between the two of you as din removed a layer of his armor. you bit your lip, the tension in the room like static electricity.

"stay put," din commanded, his voice low. 

you obeyed, fiddling with a string on the comforter. din placed a clean handkerchief beside you, "here, you know what to do."

eagerly, you slipped off your tunic, casting it to the floor. you shimmied out of your pants, throwing those to the side as well. adrenaline pumped through your veins as you wrapped the handkerchief around your head, darkness filling your vision. excitement buzzed through you, as you were fully aware of what was to come next. 

the clanging of armor as it fell to the floor bounced off the walls, your ears ringing. wetness pooled between your thighs. din hadn't even touched you yet but you ached for his touch. to relieve your stress. to ease all of your worries. you laid back down, the silence in the room almost unbearable. 

din's voice flooded your left ear, "relax babygirl, let daddy take care you." 

din's soft lips met with your collarbone, his kisses hungry as he nipped at the skin. his hands roamed your body, palms cupping your breasts as he squeezed them. you moaned softly, fueling din's desire to fuck you senseless. 

sex was a rare occasion, as often times both of you were either too exhausted or handling the child. so, whenever din saw opportunity, he seized it. throughout the day, the mandalorian thoughts wandered. filthy images poured into his mind, his cock hardening, strained against the fabric of his pants. now, you were beneath him, desperate for his next move. din was in full control of you, orchestrating it all. a rush of satisfaction filled him to the brim. he loved when you were submissive. especially when he didn't have to assert his dominance. 

"din," you groaned, music to the warrior's ears, "please, just fuck me."

"so eager," din purred, fingers toying with the hook of your bra, "do you want this off?"

you nodded slightly, din grasping your chin in your hands, "you know i can't see the want in your eyes baby. you have to tell daddy what you want." 

"i want you to take the rest of my clothes off," your voice was quiet, almost timid.  

din softened, "baby, does this intimidate you?"

"no," your response was immediate, "i love it."

"you know the safe word," din murmured, "if this gets to be too much just let me know, okay?"

"okay din," you whispered, desperate to feel his lips on your skin once more.

the feeling of din's lips on your skin was enough to make you cum. since one of your senses was taken away, the others were heightened. the way he touched you was almost like sheer ectasy. the pleasure was immense but it just felt so fucking good. you drank in every moment like this with din, savoring the feeling. din knew how to fuck you good. how to fuck you so good that your thighs shook, toes curled, your orgasm crashing into you, showering you with intense pleasure. your inability to watch it all was a small price to pay for how the mandalorian made you feel. 

din's fingertips brushed your back as he took off your bra, sending a shiver down your spine. his touch was so gentle that you almost didn't feel him sliding your underwear down your legs. his palms were warm as he ran them along your thighs. his thumb connected with your clit, circling it. you arched your back, crumpling under his touch. 

"such a good girl," din cooed, "your pussy is so wet for me. you're dripping."

din wasted no time, his cock filling up your tight pussy without warning. you screamed out his name, the mandalorian groaning as your walls enveloped his hard cock. he adjusted so that you could take it all, his length taking in every inch of your walls. his hands gripped your hips, your arms looped around his neck. 

his lips met yours, kissing you hungrily. you reciprocated, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth. din sucked on your lower lip, growling his cock pounded into you. you moaned into his mouth, the cries desperate for more. begging for more. skin met with heated skin, a dull slapping sound filling the room. 

this time, din was ruthless with you, fucking you senseless. tears brimmed your eyes, but it just felt so damn good. too fucking good. your juices dripped down din's cock, flowing onto the bed. din's mouth left yours, connecting with your neck. 

you threw your head back, as din hit your g-spot. stars popped like fireworks, filling your vision. you came undone, moaning as din's cock pumped in and out of you. your cum all over din's cock sent him over the edge, him pulling out. he came all over your stomach, making a mess.

"i'll be back," din promised, placing a chaste kiss on your temple. 

you remained still, awaiting for the mandalorian's return. he came back merely seconds later, a warm towel gently caressing your heated skin. beneath you, cum soaked the blanket, din's strong hands rolling you over.

"here," he murmured, his hands guiding you, "stand up for a second."

you obeyed, rustling flooding your hearing. din must have replaced the blanket. he left the room once more, giving you the signal to get dressed. sighing, you discarded the handkerchief, the moonlight bright in your vision. you blinked, plucking your tunic from the floor. slipping it over your head, you curled up in the bed, a feeling of despair washing over you. 

closing your eyes, you drifted off, pondering if din was going to return. sometimes he did. sometimes he didn't. your ears caught the sound of the door, the comforter rustling as din slid in bed next to you.

"i love you (y/n)," he whispered, his tone gentle.

"i love you too," a smile formed on your lips. 

"i might let you get a peek," din's throat vibrated on your shoulder blade, "only if you're good tomorrow."

"wouldn't that be disobeying the creed?"

"not if it's a peek," din kissed your head, wrapping you into his arms, "i hope i ended your day on a good note."

"you always do," you sighed with content.

din began to run his fingers through your hair, the action lulling you to sleep. you dozed off, your light snores filling the quiet room. din felt exhaustion overwhelm him, eventually falling asleep himself. hours passed, and you stirred, blinking. the child's cries were almost deafening, but you could still feel a presence next to you in bed. 

you rolled over, hoping that din was asleep. your breath hitched in your throat as you saw your lover for the very first time. 

his hair was a light brunette mess, his skin a fairer complexion. a mustache was just below his strong nose, his lips a soft pink. without a doubt, you were in love with the most handsome man in the galaxy. his eyelashes fluttered as he slept, light snores coming from his lips. you ached to reach out, to feel his features. yet, you knew you couldn't. it would wake him. 

you rose from the bed, a warm feeling seeping into your chest. your love for the mandalorian was intensified, as you finally got a glimpse at last. din djarin was beautiful soul. a compassionate, loving soul who wanted nothing more but to protect those who needed it. not only was he a beautiful soul, he was a gorgeous being. the most beautiful being in the galaxy. 

and the best part is, that he is yours. 

all yours. 

[chrichri-chan-18-love]

Monsters are real (Yandere Hawks x Reader) Part 4

After his decision to make you his, Hawks went full boyfriend material on you. Roses your favorite foods and sweets, perfumes, jewelry... invitations to stupid coffee or dinner dates... everything! Only for you to return everything, without so much as a second look... all the while, he had also been making sure your wedding plans were being delayed, for at least two more weeks. 

Your anger regarding the delay was obvious to everyone, you would glare at people in a silent warning not to talk to you. The only one with the guts to get close to you was Hawks and he payed the price each time as your comments became as ruthless as they used to be.

“Hawks, you shouldn’t provoke her so much. It’s obvious that she doesn’t like any of us.” One of his employees said, making the hero sigh in frustration.

“She’s not bad... you saw it, she might deserve a second chance.”

“That doesn’t mean making her angry on purpose... right?”

Hawks had to admit that this was indeed the case... however there was a big problem, his rut was approaching. He wouldn’t be able to control himself, especially now that he had found a female like you. He could tell that you were Alpha material, strong and proud without bowing or kissing up to others... even when that made everyone else suffer and hate you.

Meanwhile you were not having problems with your wedding plans alone, there was a rival that had appeared and was targeting Akira. Naturally you had put her in her place but she was stubborn, which meant that you would either get your family involved or you would use one or even all three of your quirks. Akira was sweet, a bit too sweet and that made many girls go after him. 

The fun fact about your relationship... you had a crush on him and so... you went against the rules of the family and became... somewhat respectfull of him. In time you told him about how you usually treated people and well... he was angry. Not with you, according to him, it was all your parent’s fault for teaching you be this way. It was on that moment that you decided to confess to him and tell him the truth... and he agreed to date you. 

“Akira...why do you have to be so nice.” You said with a sigh, it was tiring really, keeping a relationship while working, fighting off idiots like the fan girls of your boyfriend and your sorry excuse of an employer.

“Problems in paradise?” A voice said, turning around you saw Hawks looking at you with a smile. You groaned and gave him an annoyed glare.

“Go dig up some worms to eat and leave me alone.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Then you should find some stupid hobby and keep yourself busy and well away from me, you blonde mop.”

Hawks took a deep breath and tried to calm down... it wasn’t easy hearing all that and not getting angry... then again, it was his fault that you were angry.

“Listen, I am not the number two hero for nothing... if you agree to have dinner with me... I’ll try to help solve some of your problems and give you some time off to spend with your lover. Sounds fair?” He asked and you looked at him with suspicion written all over your face. 

“I wouldn’t trust you to keep your word even if you were the last man or bird in this planet. So, my answer just like any other time is... NO.”

“Aw come on, I mean it! I’m sure I can help... and all I ask is to have dinner with you.”

You rolled your eyes, stood up and gave him a sharp glare. For a brief moment he wasn’t sure what to expect, your expressions were always those of anger, disgust, annoyance... which made predicting your thoughts impossible.

“Tomorrow at nine, you pick the place. Tonight I have a date with Akira and I am not losing it to waste time with you, bird boy.” You said and Hawks smiled brightly, though a part of him was annoyed that you were putting Akira over him... even though it made perfect sense. 

“Alright, it’s going to be a amazing.” He said and you shrugged.

“Hanging out with you? I doubt it but, if it will help me with my wedding plans I’ll go through the humiliation of being seen with you.” You said and that hit hard... you seriously had to say humilation?!

“We’ll see about that, little bird.” He teased and you glared at him.

“Call me that one more time and there will be news of you being in the hospital before that stupid dinner meeting.” You hissed and he smirked, that last part sounded more like something a fiesty little kitten would say... it was actually kinda cute. 

“Don’t get all riled up, besides it’s only fair for all the things you’ve been calling me. Your lover would agree with me.” He said and you huffed, turning around and leaving him alone, not seeing his eyes taking in ever inch of your body, his gaze turning predatory as he saw you entering the bathroom, dirty thoughts filling his mind and his cock twitching at the thought of claiming you... oh, it’d be wonderfull, your naked body covered in sweat and any marks he placed on your smooth skin, your voice calling his name in ectasy... your eyes looking at him with lust.... it was a vision he was determined to see, a vision that he would make a reality.

[mushyjellybeans]

Captivated 1 (Bucky Barnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x college!student!reader (Enemies to Lovers AU)

Summary: You’re studying to become a librarian, you love your life but you despise your brat of a roommate, and the feeling is mutual.

Warnings: Language, Bucky is a jerk, mentions of masturbation, Bucky gets lucky with a girl in his room, kinda smutty but sfw and a smidging of angst?

Word Count: 1,276

A/N: Ahhhh here is part 1/15 of my new WIP series!! It was given to me by @valkyriesryde and she’s been extremely helpful with her visions for this!! I hope I do this series some justice, thank you again babe for giving it to me <3 A/N #2: I just wanna make it clear that Bucky does not have his metal arm in this series.

Masterlist

Sitting snugly on your soft couch with your legs crisscrossed and your notepad resting on one of your legs, jotting down some ideas for your side hobby of fanfiction writing to do later. You had finished an assignment just an hour ago and now you couldn't wait to relax.

And you had to laugh at your luck. Your roommate was also home, sitting beside you slumped on his side of the couch, his left elbow resting on the arm of the couch and his legs swaying back and forth gazing at the TV in front of him and texting someone on his phone. He became bothersome and started flicking the pips from the apple he had just eaten at you, some getting caught in your hair.

"Would you stop that?!" You seethe, tossing a scrunched up piece of paper at your annoying roommate, the paper hitting him on the side of his head.

"Fuckin' make me ya useless shit." He spits back, deliberately swinging his arm so he could knock the pen out of your hand.

"You're the most incredibly irritating person on the fucking planet!" You spat back at him, leaning over to pick up your pen. 

"Ditto babe." he taunted, swaggering over to the refrigerator. You scowled at the pet name opting to not give him the fulfillment of him provoking you as he does daily.

You had to have been the most unfortunate person in the world. You were stuck with having the notorious ladies man known as James 'Bucky' Barnes as your roommate in your two-bedroom apartment in Brooklyn.

You would have happily settled for anyone but Bucky, even a person who wouldn't stop chatting would be favorable.

You were a college student and you wanted to become a librarian, and though it seemed easy enough, having these diplomas would help find you work a lot quicker and easier than without. The assignments and other things you had to do was insane but you knew it would be worth it in the end when you secure employment.

Bucky, on the other hand, was kinda lazy and sort of searching for a job. He had no such luck but you were convinced he wasn't actively looking for a job. He was too comfortable in his daily routine; which was often lazing on the couch watching a reality TV show with his hands shoved down the front of his pants. Something you often caught him doing, and he had no shame, he would continue pleasuring himself in front of you, and it disgusted you since he would intentionally touch you in some way with the same hand. 

As you probably guessed right now, you and Bucky did not get along. You detested each other. You had lost count how many arguments you had in a week, though your fights never turned physical, Bucky would never dream of hitting you physically, instead, he chose to hurt you mentally. You shouldn't be living together but neither of you was willing to move out.

"Who are ya writing about anyway? Some other poor bastard a fuckin' pathetic loser like you have no chance of getting?" Bucky snorted, pouring himself a drink on the kitchen island.

And this is what you meant with 'he chose to do it mentally', constantly reminding you of how worthless and useless you were to the world.

With a huff, you slammed your notebook shut and stood up. Flipping him off and going to your bedroom, before you shut your door you heard him bark out an obnoxious laugh, with a tut you slam the door harder than intended, shaking the doorframe slightly.

"Stop banging the fuckin' doors!" Bucky yells as you hear a glass of something being slammed down on a table in the living room.

Bucky slumped back down on the couch after you had left. A knock echoed through the apartment. 

"She chose a fuckin' good time to leave." he murmured under his breath, swinging the door open and there stood Dolores. 

"Hey there babe." he grinned, inviting her in for a warm hug. “Hey Bucky!” The lights bounced off her perfect white teeth. Bucky grinned, taking her hand in his and leading her to his bedroom. He had the perfect plan up his sleeve.

You chose to ignore the sounds in the living room and turned on your fairy lights that are dangling on the wall above your bed creating a warm cozy feeling, propping some cushions behind you and taking your phone off charge, dialing in your best friend's number. He picks up after a few rings.

"Hey, you!" He cheerfully says through the phone, a smile lighting up your dispirited mood.

"Hey, Sam! How's it going?" The two of you were close, like brother and sister. He understood your predicament with your roommate and he honestly never liked the guy either.

You and Sam would talk for hours, you're currently helping him get the girl of his dreams. He's been crushing on a girl in your class - Katherine - you think her name is, but Sam is shy and enlisted you to help him. It was a good distraction until you started hearing loud moans coming from Bucky's bedroom. 

"Oh, fucking great." you cursed out loud, banging your head against your wooden headboard. 

"What's wrong?" Sam asked, snapping out of his daydream of Katherine.

"My dumbass roommate is getting laid." 

You hear Sam laugh through the phone. "Just put some headphones on with some music, you're gonna be alright Y/N!" Sam continues laughing, knowing full well you haven't had a boyfriend in forever. 

You decide to take Sam's advice and hang up the phone. The moans getting louder and you believe Bucky is doing it on purpose. You also believe he's intentionally banging his bed against your wall to get a heated rise out of you. 

With a groan you put your headphones on and shuffle your playlist, turning it up on full volume, but even with the headphones you could still hear every little thing that was happening on the other side. You groaned in frustration, ripping your headphones out and instead sandwiching yourself between your pillows.

Bucky’s plan worked perfectly. The walls were thin and he could hear your continous groans on the other side, it only encouraged him further, biting down on Dolores neck to make her scream out in ectasy.

The next morning was quiet as you walked out of your bedroom in your robe, noticing the lack of appearance from your roommate immediately. He isn't seated where he normally is at this time of the morning.

You did hear Dolores and Bucky leave the apartment late last night after their 3 hour-long bedroom activities but even so, he was always back the next morning, and no matter how much he hated you, he did always prepare your favorite cereals.

"Bucky?" You called out, silently hoping he wasn’t here but also hoping he was, listening intently to any sounds of the mysteriously vanished roommate.

Your phone started to buzz in your robe pocket, you pulled it out and looked at the unknown number suspiciously.

"Hello?"

"Oh hi, is this Y/N Y/L/N?" A woman's voice asked on the other end. The fact she said your full name made you on edge.

"Uhh yeah, this is she. Who is this?" You take a seat on the chair behind you.

"I'm doctor Romanoff and I have a James Barnes in my ward. You were his emergency contact. I'm afraid to inform you, Miss, that Mr. Barnes was involved in a minor road traffic accident. He has broken his left arm and a couple of his ribs is broken. If you are visiting him I would be happy to go over everything else with you too."

You were too shocked to speak. So many things said at once, why were you, the one person Bucky couldn't stand breathing the same air around, was his emergency contact?

"Miss? Hello?" Doctor Romanoff spoke on the other end.

You cleared your throat before speaking.

"Uhhh.." Just as you started to speak, you heard a blood-curdling scream in the background. Doctor Romanoff quickly excused herself and hung up.

The call ended and you stared out in front of you. It was no question you had to go and see him.

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[bakuhoes-slut234]

Bakugou x reader x Kirishima - Threesome

Kirishima and Bakugou unlocked the door before walking inside their house.

They had had a stressful day at work and were exhausted.

They set down their things at the door before deciding to look for their wonderful girlfriend, Y/N.

Kirishima smiled as he stopped at the doorway to the kitchen, with Bakugou standing behind him.

"The fuck you smiling at Shitty Hair?"

"Shhh. Look" said Kirishima as he pointed a finger into the kitchen.

Bakugou leaned over his boyfriend's shoulder to see what he was pointing at and smirked.

They watched as Y/N danced around the kitchen, using a ladle as a microphone as she lip synced to the music blasting through her headphones.

It appeared as though she had started doing the dishes but got a bit too carried away with her performance.

Kirishima had to stifle a laugh, watching her horrible dancing, while Bakugou mimicked her in a mocking manner.

Kirishima hit his boyfriend's shoulder softly, as if telling him to stop.

Y/N turned around, lip syncing her heart out until she suddenly locked eyes with the two boys standing at the doorway.

She just about jumped out of her skin, pulling off her headphones and throwing the ladle across the room.

"H-hi! I didn't um... See you there." She blushed. "Wait, how much of that did you see?" She asked.

"Not that mu-"

"All of it" Bakugou cut Kirishima off.

"Great" Y/N blushed harder. "I probably looked like an idiot" she face palmed.

"I thought you looked cute" smiled Kirishima

"Mhm" Bakugou grunted in agreement.

Already embarrassed enough, Y/N decided to change the subject.

"So, how was work?" She asked as she pulled out two chairs from the table and gestured for them to sit, to which they both obliged.

"Shit" Bakugou summed it up in just one word, making Kirishima laugh.

"Yeah, shit" Kirishima agreed.

"Awe, did my two special boys have a bad day?" She said in a baby voice, knowing that it pisses off Bakugou.

Bakugou just growled at her in response.

"Well, I can try to cheer you up" she suggested.

"It's ok Y/N. That silent concert that you performed for us was amazing enough" said Kiri, making the girl pout.

"Ok, can we please forget that that ever happened?" She huffed.

"Fine, fine" laughed the redhead. "But what do you want to do?" He asked.

"Well...."

Y/N stood infront of the seated boys and grinned.

"I thought that maybe we could have a little fun"

"I like where this is going" said Bakugou, smirking at her.

"Mmmm" she hummed and leaned in to place a soft kiss on the blondes lips.

Almost as soon as their lips touched, Bakugou pushed his tongue past her lips and into her mouth and kissed her passionately.

Kirishima moved to stand behind her as he peppered her neck with kisses.

He helped Y/N climb onto Bakugou's lap.

She dropped her arms around the blondes neck, deepening the kiss further.

Their tongues danced and Y/N could feel his erection growing.

She smiled into the kiss before pulling away.

"Why don't we take this to the bedroom?" She said.

Kirishima immediately scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the room with Bakugou trailing behind.

Once in the room, he let her stand on her own.

Without hesitation, they all quickly stripped themselves of their clothes.

Y/N pushed Bakugou down onto the bed and moved to straddle his hips.

Kirishima knelt on the bed behind her.

Bakugou pushed himself up onto his elbows and took one of her nipples into his mouth, while his hand played with the other.

Kirishima grabbed her chin and turned her face to look at him.

His lips locked with hers, and she hummed into the kiss.

He brushed his tongue over her bottom lip, asking for entrance, to which she granted.

His tongue slid into her mouth, exploring every inch.

He pressed himself against her and shamelessly grinded himself against her ass.

A small moan escaped her lips at the feeling.

Kirishima pulled away from the kiss and moved over to the draw, where he pulled out a bottle of lube.

While Kirishima was living himself up, Y/N wrapped a hand around Bakugou's member and positioned it at her entrance.

She slowly lowered herself, moaning as he stretched her walls.

She began to bounce slowly, allowing herself to adjust to his size.

Kirishima knelt down behind her once again and grabbed her hips, forcing her to stop bouncing.

He positioned himself with the entrance off her ass, feeling her tense up.

"Relax, otherwise it'll hurt" he whispered into her ear.

He waited patiently until she relaxed and then pushed himself in, groaning lowly.

He stilled for a moment, allowing her to adjust.

After a minute, Y/N nodded, letting him know that he could move.

He pulled out slowly before thrusting back in, and repeated.

He coaxed moans out of the girl, enjoying the sounds that she made.

Y/N began to bounce up and down Bakugou's length while Kirishima thrusted into her behind.

Tears pricked in her eyes from the feeling of being so full.

Her hands rested on Bakugou's chest, keeping her steady.

His hands rested on her hips, helping her bounce as he thrusted upwards, meeting each of her bounces.

Kirishima licked and sucked at her neck as he started to quicken his pace.

As Kirishima would pull out, Bakugou would thrust upwards.

As Bakugou would pull out, Kirishima would thrust into the girl.

Y/N moaned loudly as the two boys thrusted synced into a perfect rhythem.

Y/N watched as beads of sweat rolled down Bakugou's face.

She leaned forward, licking up the salty substance and humming.

She suddenly threw her head back and moaned loudly.

"T-there! Right there!" She practically screamed.

Both boys thrusted harder, coaxing more moans from the girl.

Her legs started to shake and the two men knew that she was close.

Bakugou sat up, letting her wrap her arms around his neck for support as he continued to thrust harshly.

He attached his lips to the left side of her neck while Kirishima kissed the right side.

Y/N's vision went white, feeling her climax approaching.

She could feel Bakugou starting to twitch inside her, letting her know that he was close too.

"Almost t-there" she whispered to herself, which both of her lover's heard.

Their pace increase her again, making Y/N see stars.

She threw her head back in ectasy as she reached her climax.

Her legs and body shook violently as she clamped down.

Bakugou growled as he thrusted one last time before coming inside her, Kirishima comming a moment later.

Kirishima and Bakugou pulled out and Y/N collapsed onto Bakugou.

Kirishima laughed as he went to he fetch a damp cloth.

He cleaned up the three of them before climbing into bed.

Bakugou on the left, Y/N in the middle and Kirishima on the right.

Y/N had her legs draped over Kirishima's while her head rested on Bakugou's shoulder.

She hummed contently before drifting off to sleep.

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Gaining trust by DeviantLivehorses

Although Mérante was apparently sitting comfortably in a chair, that didn't mean that he was relaxed. He was in a dynamic job only his family can notice. Odette knew how stressful he could get and how susceptible he could become. She even knew that she going around was grateful for him. Entering the room was a relief and Mérante usually wished Odette to stay and make the moment more relaxed. But the one he never wanted around was his adopted noisy daughter. He could spend nights doing this job... He leafed over and over the papers and notes. He watched and analyzed partitures that his fellow composer sended to him the last day. He wrote, sketched, erased, sometimes with energic angry. Sometimes he got up from his desk, partiture in hand, and walking through the room, he went to sat at the piano and rehearsed a tune the times was necessary until he felt satisfyed enough to return to his notes. Sometimes he rehearsed some steps or danced along the space to clarify his subjective thought he wanted to insert in his coreographies... Sometimes in the low level of the house it can be heard a single little scream of frustration. Sometimes some sketches made a crumpled ball ended rolling on the floor, or in the fireplace as fuel. Sometimes the coffee wasn't enough, sometimes the hands ended placed in his head. Sometimes he got up from the place and started walking around the room while grumbling. That very day his mind was really busy, but at least he wasn't so frustrated as the other night. "What ya doin'?" asked in a vulgar french tone a squeaky voice next to Mérante's ear. Mérante released a scream in a high pitch tone unusual in his voice. When he turned around, he found himself face to face with Félicie, arms recharged in the back of the chair. Mérante sighed between relief and frustration. It was only her; yes... ONLY Félicie, the last one he wanted to be there that moment. "It's-obvious". he answered in a stern tone. "I know." said his daughter. "But I wanna see. I like your coreographies. What is this time about?" Mérante sighed more relaxed. After all at that hour it was bed time and that probably meant a bed-story time. He felt somehow a little less stressed and more warmed by the girl's prescence. After a moment of silence, he took the child and made her sit in his lap. He started showing her his sketches, his ideas, telling her the story in which he was working. Félicie, as a curious cat watched and made questions as usual. At some point that didn't annoyed his father but made him glad to been asked of his main favorite subject. He took advance of the situation to presume about his knowedge, feeling extremely proud everytime Félicie gasped or said "wow" to all of his explanations. "Can I dance this?". asked her. "I'm afraid not. This is not like the things you have danced. It's for formed dancers only." "You should do more child dancers' ballets." Mérante laughed gently and placed a kiss in the girl's forehead. "Maybe some day my little strawberry. Now if you excuse me, I have to go to the piano, I have to think this musical phrase". And after saying this, he took Félicie softly and placed her in the floor. "But can I stay?" asked her in a plea. "If you remain silent while I play, yes." Then Mérante rose up and walked to the piano, followed by Félicie's wide open eyes. He sat and started playing a tone. But in the middle of his performance, he got a feeling in his back and heard behind him an energic sequence of wild steps. He stopped suddenly and turn around fast to find Félicie stopping dancing, interlacing her fingers and her face blushing. "What were you doing?" asked Mérante suprised. Félicie lowered her head in shame. "I couldn't resist it, the melody was catchy." "But WHAT were you doing?" "Dancing?" she rose her brilliant green eyes to meet them with the hazel eyes of his father. Mérante passed his legs to the front of his seat to face completely his daughter and placed his elbows in his knees, interlacing his fingers as well. "I want to see you." Félicie stepped back, her face getting more blushed. "I-I can't". "You don't have any shame everytime you dance. I can remember that time in the bar in front of a lot of strangers. Why can be different with your own father?" "'Cause..." the words were stuck in her throat and were refusing to go out. "You're the master." "Forget that, I'm your father now." "You will not get angry if I do it wrong?" "No, I promise. No scolding this time, we aren't at class. Besides... your dance is always on fire." Félicie draw a huge smile in her face, showing how her heart was getting wild of exitement inside of her. Mérante smiled, and turning completely, placing his fingers on the keys, he prepared himself to play. "I will play the piano, and I need you to be at my left so I can see you meanwhile." Félicie did as she was told, walking and placing at the left of the piano. "Just..." said Mérante suddenly. "Be careful to not break anything in the middle of your dancing, stay away from the decoration." he was now watching at an expensive porcelain flower vase and a greek sculpture. "Okay." said Félicie laughing. Mérante started playing the melody, and for a moment Félicie stayed still in her place. Even if Mérante noticed it, he continued, waiting patiently for her daughter to take inspiration and confidence. And it did happen; Suddenly, Félicie found herself cought in the middle of the music, and letting her body flow like the water of a creek, she moved around the left space, following what the music dictated to her heart and therefore to her feet. While playing the piano, Mérante rose up sometimes his sight from the keys to look at her daughter. Captivated by her performance, he got some glances of forgotten moments of his youth, when he whitnessed behind a door, some fair young dancer going around a classroom like a swan in light flight. Of course, Félicie had a wilder and less elegant performance, but not by that less passionate. The muses of inspiration went around both and Mérante's brain started to create great coreographies based on the incongruent ravings of the little dancer. He wanted to stop suddenly to return in a crazy race to his desk before this ideas dissapeared, but he didn't want, as he watched Félicie to be in a heavy ectasy, to made her fall violently from the clouds. But for the disgrace of both, the piece of music ended, and both found themselves forced to fall slowly from the Dancing Heaven and to place their feet in the ground again. Both look at each other for a while, having the same feeling of inspiration. Speaking after the sublime voice of music was heard in the air was almost impossible. "Well... I guess that this is all for the moment". said Mérante in a sigh, eyes shining like Félicie never saw before. He returned to his desk and started to place his newborn ideas in the papers. For some time he remained silent, and he felt how her daughter approached to him. "Dad?". her voice sounded cracked. Mérante rose up his sight and found Félicie with a worried face. "You will always be my dad? I'm your daughter right?" Mérante stared at her starting to feel concerned. "I mean... Do you love me?" "But of course I love you!" exclaimed Mérante while raising from his chair and going to hug her daughter. "Why I wouldn't love you?" "I don't know..." answered Félicie while starting to weep in his father's shoulder. "Maybe I'm a dissapointment". "You're not my dear. You can't imagine how much I love you". at some point his voice also cracked, and some tears appeared in his eyes. "You have made my life and Odette's such a great joy, you united us. And we are a family." Suddenly both felt how a couple of arms surrounded them and embraced them in a warm hug. When they rose their sight, they found like in a vision, the face of Odette, her beautiful eyes glowing behind brilliant tears of conmocion and joy. It seemed that both of them never realized how she was watching at the door of the room, to Mérante playing at the piano and Félicie dancing. They were so into the moment when they hug each other, that they never realized the sound of the cane approaching to them. The family joined like one in a single hug.

So, this is a B/L! little fanfiction of my favorite family, the Mérante family. This came out to my mind around yesterday and here I am doing it. Of course, even if I will not be a writer, I must say that I see this as my writing masterpiece. I never was able to describe a scene with so much inspiration and detail, I'm really moved and delighted. Also, it was so satisfying that I found exactly every word I wanted to use and to express my ideas so clearly. That keeps the main idea intact in the writing. I'm so proud that I wrote about one of my favorite subjects, Mérante & Félicie's storge love. Also, I've recently had issues with my own dad, that he loves me and have given me everything... Sometimes I forget how much he does for me. He is in some points simillar to Mérante's character and sometimes is hard to be with him, but from him I learned and share same tastes a lot. I'm just kind of feel broke because he usually keeps his distance, because he doesn't want to hurt us. But I'm very lucky to have such a loving, kind and gentle father. I almost cry while writing this...

Made at March 29 of 2019.

Remember I promised a fanart for my fanfic of the same name? Here it is! I take advantage of that Holy Week Vacations has just started. I really like the results. And I really, really love all Mérante family stuff. That's why I am here.  I'm very suprised that my airbrushing is working out so well. I have improved... But, this is a mess of many hands one can't easily know of who belongs each one. But, more or less that's the idea.  And now I'm happy, but also my index finger hurts. DX Made with DeviantArt muro at April 11 of 2019.

[julicnn]

his trips around the continent as a boy had been marvelous, full of fond memories that julian still recalled to himself at times when he found himself wanting, they had been long before mary, so they remained safe and untainted with the tendrils of grief and longing. he'd barely had hair on his chin, nor much of anything but a promise of title, when he had trailed behind his father and uncle into the french courts, shoulders held high and a spring in his step that spoke of arrogance fastened like a pin to his chest. he was hot blooded, youthful, when he met madeleine there - with her dark, gleaming eyes that called to him like a siren song, a grin that he'd later devour in alcoves and sheets while she came undone a dozen times over beneath his touch. julian had never heard the french language spoken as beautifully as when it came rolling off madeleine's tongue in the heat of ectasy, with her slender fingers entwined in his curls, nails that scratched his scalp and sent shivers down the length of his spine. the time had been brief, the weeks flying by till soon enough their torrid affair came to an end, julian passing one last, heated look at madeleine before he returned to england and the life that was set out for him.

now, a decade later, julian could still recall the sound of madeleine's voice as if little time had passed, as if they were truly old friends returning to one another with nothing but a content sort of joy in their minds. his gait still was confident, full of spring, but now julian carried himself as a man of full title, who sat astride the king's council- who had begun to garner a name for himself aside from the one that was passed down to him by his father's death. madeleine remained a vision still, full of french beauty unlike those of hampton, and while he could see the telltale signs of a woman aging, there was no belief in him that her gaze held any less heat than it had all those years before. " you speak as if the honor is not mine entirely, to dance by your side, while the bevvy of your english suitors wait with bated breath for any acknowledgement," he jested, taking her hand to place a teasing kiss on her knuckles before gently leading them towards where others danced gayily. " i suppose that i owe a man, many a pretty penny, for betting against french women aging more gracefully than the english." 

with a laugh, julian nodded as they took position. " i remember the volta, though you must pity a widower such as i, it has been a few years since i've danced with another woman." 

@julicnn

Hands outstretched, seeping with jewels. Chin thrown backwards, another raucous rush of laughter escaping her, a magnificent smile dripping from her lips. Madeleine de Limeuil shone, pirouetting across the dance floor with white silks billowing about her like sails of a Grecian vessel, her step light, her demeanour graceful, brighter than the comets that soared above the English isle. It mattered not that this was not France, not Rome, but England –– dowdy, forbidding England, its people as dank as its palaces. Madeleine had a talent for making a room her own and infusing it with her particular brand of magic, of light, that Caterina demanded from her ladies, a charm that proved untaught, as she watched from the velvet-strewn dais, an air of approval wafting about her. Casting her gaze across the crowd, Madeleine's eyes sought to ensnare a familiar face within her trap and, no sooner had one turned up, did a devious smirk settle upon the bourne of Madeleine’s lips, smoothed with Moorish honey, the column of her throat reddened from hours upon hours of dancing, her skin glistening –– like the ripened curve of a cherry, shining moistly in the morning dew and drizzle.

‘You, Mon Seigneur de Vere, I choose you.’ Diana, goddess of the hunt, nearing upon her prey, her French tongue rolling with delight. Laughter poured and the smell of Parisian wine spilled from her; making light the swishing of a hand, swaying in Julian’s direction, coaxing him to her side, a finger crooked toward her breast. She leveled a mirthful grin upon him, the arch of her brow questioningly raised. ‘Shall you honour me with a dance, old friend, in the eyes of all Europe?’

Madeleine openly taunted him, relishing in the gawping of those around the pair, as her eyes scanned his for any hint of disapproval – finding, in its stead, only the vicious vicissitudes of time shaping the Englishman’s – now much older – visage: the lines stamped around his eyes, the creases furrowed between his brows, the silver bristles woven amongst the sable threads of his beard. ‘I would recognize you by voice alone, monsieur. The decade has been kind to you and I, let us dance whilst we still might.’ Finally, she believed, persuading him to dance, Madeleine released Julian from her gambit and glissaded coyly to his side, the picture of contentment – a woman in her element.

‘My passion for English dancing is not so very fine, do you remember still the volta? A favourite of ours, on the continent.’

[pascalstar]

There is a lot of things I am ignorant of. especially God’s plan for me in the long run. I want to be a nun next life, just to pay tribute to Shakyamuni who gave me visions of bliss and ectasy while it was going aweful with hubby. Why did I fall for my social worker in such a loud and awkward way? i scared him away, for good reason, with my utter nuttitude about him. It is easy to love those who respect you so much. But what about those you have at last a real adventure with of awakening, like hubby and i? I have been weak to look at my social worker for peace in love. I dont even know him! It is so easy to love a fantasy. Hubby is the one who stood by me despite his own hatred all throughout these years. Hubby and I beat hatred. Isn’T that enough to be angels at some point, together? I am looking for my angel. I think it is hubby.