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freakrenaissance · 10 hours ago
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Oh mercy... the knife! 🤤 this was so freaking hot!!
cool to the touch
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mob!bucky x housewife!reader
18+ men and minors dni! HEAVY KNIFE PLAY — bucky fucks you with the handle of his knife. p in viz multiple orgasms. erm. spreader bar. ropes.
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“good bunny.” you shivered as he spoke below you. you were on your back, hands tied together by a thick, pink rope above your head and to the headboard. your legs are up, feet pressed to the mattress and the pink rope tying your lower legs and lights together, a spreader bar wrapped around your ankles leaving you fully exposed to bucky.
you felt the cool edge of his favorite knife run down your stomach, dipping into your navel and down to the mound of your wet cunt.
bucky loved knives. he had a whole collection in the walk in closet the two of you shared. sure, he liked using guns, but knives were his favorite, and yours too.
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something about seeing his large hands wrap around the handle of every single knife he has, flipping it so effortlessly in his hands and catching it without a single fault, made your thighs rub together in need.
and he knew this, he knew how turned on you’d get if he strapped up in his knives before going out to deal with some men who fucked him over. he said he liked to use knives because it would hurt just enough, but not enough to kill them. it would leave a reminder on then forever to not fuck with bucky barnes.
“bucky..” you moaned his name out under your breath as you felt his lips on your knee, trailing down your leg as he kissed your skin. the knife lay flat against the top of your mound, his eyes never leaving your aching pussy in front of him.
“you look so pretty like this, petal.” his hot breath fanned over your leg, as he shuffled closer to your pussy, flipping the knife so the blade was pressed against his palm, the handle hovering over your clit.
you couldn’t deny hot how it was that he flipped it right in front of you, and how you noticed him rutting his hips slowly into the mattress to relive some of the pain his cock held.
he moved the handle in small circles as he watched your hips buck at the stimulation, a soft whine emitting from your lips. his free hand pressed against your stomach hold you down, shaking his head.
“you don’t want to move, baby. don’t wanna hurt yourself.” he licked his lips as he watched you pant, moving the head of the handle further down to your folds and collecting your slick against the handle. he practical moaned as he saw the auburn wooden handle glisten with your slick, how wet you were him just by his knife.
“please..” you begged, biting your lower lip. he let out a low chuckle, teasing the tip of the handle in your entrance. he pushed it in just enough to have you let out a moan, needing more and not getting enough.
the thought of getting fucked by one of bucky’s favorite knives had you clenching around the tip of the handle just enough for him to feel.
“silly baby, you’re so filthy youre clenchin’ the handle and it’s not even in you.” he bit his lip as he watched you throw your head back, pushing the handle further into your pussy.
the ridges of the knife glided against your walls, making you moan at the stimulation. it was a foriegn feeling, never having been fucked by a knife handle before, but relishing in the feeling. he bottomed out the knife, feeling the tip protrude on your lower tummy.
“you feel that, bunny? it’s deep inside that pretty pussy of yours. taking it so well, my good girl.” you whined at his praise, never thinking you’d love how something other than bucky’s cock or fingers would feel inside you.
he shifted on the bed, taking his hand off your stomach and went to spit in his hand before going to stroke himself as he pulled the knife handle out and back in again matching the movements with his own cock.
the squelching sound of the knife being thrusted into you and the sound of his flesh hand jerking his cock made you moan loudly, the obscenity of the act making the knot in your tummy form.
“fuck.. bucky i’m close..”
“already? filthy baby, go ahead, cum ‘round the handle. see how many times i can get you to let go.” you whimper at his words as you cum around the knife handle, squeezing it for the sake of your life and not wanting to let go. as you come down from your first high, bucky tsks taking the knife handle out abruptly and you can’t help but whine as your pussy is now empty.
“as much as i love seeing you fucked out on the knife of my favorite handle, i need to see you cum ‘round my cock babygirl.” he tossed the knife in his hand, the soaked handle meeting his flesh hand and he practically moaned feeling how wet you made it. he took the spreader bar off, tossing it to the side and spreading your legs further with the tip of his knife.
he lined his cock up with your cunt, and the both of you moaned together as he pushed in, the sounds of moans ringing through the room and making you antsy to touch him, but you knew he hold off your orgasm if you begged for him to untie you.
“oh baby.. you feel so fuckin’ good.. so tight. shit..” he moaned softly as he bottomed out, and you could feel every inch of his cock touch all around your walls, and the tip kissing your g-spot just right.
you squirmed your hips under him, and you gasped as you felt a cold tip on the side of your neck, noticing he was holding the blade of the knife to your throat.
“don’t move, petal. don’t wanna cut yourself, hm?”
“n-no..” you stuttered out, knowing how much control he had with the knife and how much you trusted him not to hurt you only made you wetter, and by the groan that he made above you told you you were squeezing the shit out of him.
“oh bunny.. gonna make me come if you keep squeezin’ me like that.” he thrusted in and out of you slowly, before he picked up the pace and watched your jaw fall slack, moans coming out of your mouth just for him. he would fuck you every single day to hear those beautiful sounds come out of you, knowing they were just for him.
“that’s is.. make those pretty little sounds for me.” you could only mewl at his words, feeling your tummy knot up in an orgasm before it snapped as his other hand circled your clit. you let out a loud moan, arching your back as best you could to meet the tip of his cock hit your cervix, and he could only groan with you, cumming at the same time as you came around his cock.
“such a good fucking girl.. aren’t you honey?“ you nodded in response, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he fucked you through the orgasm and his own, and you felt him fill you to the brim, some trickling down your ass cheeks and down to the sheets.
“such a fuckin’ messy little girl.” he ran the tip of the knife down your chest, past your stomach and navel and to where his cock disappeared into your pussy. he pulled out, collecting some of yours and his cum on the tip of the knife and brought it back up to your lips. you opened obediently, licking the mixed cum off the tip of the knife and moaning as he kept the tip of it on the bottom of your lip.
you were made for him.
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moineauz · 1 year ago
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જ⁀ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 , various !
synopsis: his voice lines about you as his beloved partner
including: veritas, jing yuan, blade
side comments: dw i promise i'm working on the house of musica requests... i just wanted to do this for fun! also this is the first time I've written for jing yuan which is kinda funny. i liked writing for blade again. originally i had welt and aventurine in the mix but i wanted to post this hahaha.
extra: gn reader, angsty and fluffy moments, mentions of marriage, aventurine jumpscare later favourites: blade word count: roughly 2,085+
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𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎
WHO ARE THEY? I "So you're asking about my significant other? Are you shocked that I have a significant other? At the very least consider your question."
FIRST MEETINGS? "I met Professor ( Name ) when they barged into my lecture, they said they were 'lost'. Since then we had several heated debates academically. Have I lost in these debates? Several times yes, consequently making debating with them all the more... interesting. Especially considering that Professor ( Name ) has a well-rounded vault of knowledge in most subjects of academic and social relevance. Finally, a conversation worth my time.
GREETINGS? "Professor ( Name ) considers a good greeting the highest attribute. A curt smile and a cup of coffee suffice, thankfully they know when to remain silent. However, there are instances when they will talk relentlessly. Initially, I used my headpiece around them. Nevertheless, their conversations do occasionally convey subtle insightfulness and definite meaning. Gradually I have come to share some liking towards their rather pleasant 'small talk'."
PARTINGS? "A small kiss on the cheek: be it on my skin or the headpiece, that is all. However, I... have always preferred it on the skin."
ABOUT US: ART "Outside of ( Name's ) academic career, they share a peculiar fondness for art. Be it painting or sculptures they could very well get lost in a museum. When they discovered my fondness for sculptures and anatomy, they were... oddly quiet; tracing their hands over my sculptures- or my face to be exact. ( Name's ) admiration is always shown in silence, one of the greatest forms of praise.
ABOUT US: TRUE APPEARANCES "I have questioned how ( Name ) has perceived our relationship. Considering that we are both colleagues, it can lead to speculation amongst other *sighs* inappropriate comments. Hence, I prefer to keep our relationship known only to those who need to. I believe them to be devout and... undoubtedly caring. I hope my attitude towards them conveys a similar message.
CHAT: WORK "Although we teach different subjects, we occasionally mark or review the work of our students. You may call it a 'second opinion'. Thus, their opinion is one that I trust."
CHAT: SERVICE "( Name's ) actions can initially appear simple-minded. However, underneath simplicity, lies thoughtfulness beyond comparison in both work... and at our residence.
PASTIMES DONE TOGETHER? "Film is not an art I deliberately take part in or seek out for leisure. However, ( Name ) was quite adamant and passionate about film. Thus, we've watched a myriad amount of films and TV shows together, both acclaimed and disdained. I have my own varying opinions. I must admit, after a long bath, a film in bed is quite soothing. Considering that ( Name ) similarly enjoys the pleasure of a bath, our nighttime routine is undoubtedly satisfying."
ARGUMENTS: "One must always think before they speak for there is a price to pay. ( Name's ) silence is decisive, deliberate and painful; burning right through your chest. Debates are loud, quarrels are bitterly silent."
SOMETHING TO SHARE: "Solitude is the greatest gift to civilization and self: introspection enlarges the expanse of the mind. However, the pursuit of knowledge is not only found in discovery and text. It is through experience alone. I have found much knowledge in solitude and an equal amount through genuine companionship. Hence, I share my deepest revere. "
WHO ARE THEY? II "My lover. That is who they are to me and all you need to know."
EXTRA: AVENTURINE'S OPINION "I met Ratio's lover when I visited for business matters. But, all that went out of the door! I saw a lovely individual by his desk and thought, 'Who is this?' Ratio never, and I mean never, allows anyone to screw his desk up. Yet, here they were, seated at the edge of his desk toying with his stupid chalk greeting me with a bright smile. We immediately hit off. I suppose Ratio does have some luck in him, but then again, ( Name ) was the one who first asked him out. Less to do with luck, and more to do with destiny. In my opinion, destiny is not something I fully believe in, however, when I watch Ratio and ( Name ), it's difficult to imagine a universe where they aren't together."
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𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍
WHO ARE THEY? I "You are looking for Commander ( Name )? Sadly they're on a business trip, however, I'd be happy to answer in their place."
FIRST MEETINGS? "( Name ) is an interesting soul. I've heard of their praised skills in combat and decisive thinking. Many assume I met them on the battlefield. Yet, I met them over a coincidental cup of tea."
GREETINGS? ���I find it amusing how our everyday greetings have evolved. At first it was a salute. However, I find that a kiss on the cheek is a much more efficient way of greeting and brightening up the mundane tasks *sighs* of work.”
PARTINGS? “Why bid farewell when one hasn’t said hello? Partings have always been bitter. Yet, I find comfort in knowing that all things lead back from whence they came.”
ABOUT US: AGE “Time for long life species is fickle and plainly slow. Despite that, ( Name ) has constantly made time— less daunting and more fun. ( Name’s ) life span… is a touch shorter than that of myself. Hence, they have brought forth a new value in every passing year to which I cherish. This year I plan on doing something special for their birthday— though, don’t tell them that.”
ABOUT US: SILENCE "As much as ( Name ) glows in social settings, they equally enjoy stillness, if not more. There never is any obligation to fill the void when we're together. It is as natural of an act as breathing.
CHAT: PRODUCTIVITY "( Name ) likes to be on task. I, however, don't always find leisure in such activities. ( Name ) quote, 'holds me accountable'. Of course, there are moments in which I can distract them."
CHAT: FELINES "They are quite fond of Mimi. Unfortunately, Mimi is rather... aggressive when around ( Name ) and has been for a considerable amount of time. One time ( Name ) was attempting to bargain with Mimi for her favour. *Chuckles* What a sight.
PASTIMES DONE TOGETHER? "Master Diviner Fu Xuan would frown upon it... but I suppose napping on the Seat of Divine Foresight is considered a 'pastime' when done regularly enough."
ARGUMENTS: "I do not attempt to quell the frustrations of my dearest. It is not often they disclose them to me and it does pain me to be the cause of their anger. Nevertheless, if it means the two of us will grow closer, then I will gladly offer myself to the brute force of my dearest. Of course, the swelling of regret still stains the heart."
SOMETHING TO SHARE: I've lived one life yet many all at once. Companions scattered amongst the universe and enemies whose names I've gradually forgotten. Yet, underneath the breath of my dearest, I'm simply a man in his spouse's embrace. Nothing else matters."
WHO ARE THEY? II "My most loving spouse."
EXTRA: FU XUAN'S OPINION "When Commander ( Name ) came into the Seat of Divine Foresight to help the General... he grew all the more 'lazy'. A part of me feels sympathetic towards Commander ( Name ), imagine having your own spouse bully you into doing your work? Alas, it's not my business to speak about their marital life. Besides, the two go hand in hand, like a puzzle piece clicking together. Both can do well without, but when joined together, they are a force to be reckoned with."
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𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄
WHO ARE THEY? I "Their weapon may be thin, but it pierces holes even in the most... stubborn of enemies."
FIRST MEETINGS? "Elio's script is always followed. However, ( Name ) is a detail I did not anticipate or was foretold. My body met the tip of their spear before I saw their face."
GREETINGS? "Over time ( Name ) has grown close to the Stellaron Hunters- especially Kafka. Their presence is imminent despite not being a Stellaron Hunter themselves. ( Name ) smiles whenever we meet, it has always been more than enough."
PARTINGS? "My promised end will come, yet an absurd inkling of regret remains."
ABOUT US: THE BLADE "( Name ) believes the blade to be a form of art. They had said, 'The blade dances in air with undisturbed poise and precision, a kind of mercy not known to themselves.' I asked them why they chose a spear then. They replied, 'Because I could never dare replicate it's beauty.'"
ABOUT US: WOUNDS "( Name ) never wanted to be a traveller, rather, they opted to string fabrics together with a needle and thread. Perhaps that is where their skills come from."
CHAT: MIDNIGHT "The mara is like a ghost. Yet, ( Name ) is a fool. They embrace the ghost I can't seem to remember other than its bottomless spite and fear."
CHAT: SCARS "Their hands never 'keep to themselves'. ( Name ) prefers to trace their hands over surfaces and make shapes. They tend to draw stars... so many stars."
PASTIMES DONE TOGETHER? "When there are no missions, we sleep in silence. Under the guise of sleep and their warmth, immortality does not follow me."
ARGUMENTS: "When all is said and done, silence remains."
SOMTHING TO SHARE: "If there is life after death, then I wish to meet them in the same manner, again and again with that smile and spear."
WHO ARE THEY II? "The person who taught me how to breathe and pressed their lips against my skin."
EXTRA: KAFKA'S OPINION "Blade will never admit it. But, ( Name ) cares for Blade and Blade does too. The pair will never put a name to the push and pull between them. I caught Bladie once; staring out into the open universe searching for something with a spark of life that doesn't belong to a dead body. I wonder if ( Name ) put that there."
masterlist.
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stereotypicalbarbie · 5 months ago
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something that's so strange as someone who's been gaslit for years on end is having people who just believe you. just because they trust you. that you're not insipid, delusional, or too aggressive. that your perspective isn't dangerous or harassment. that you've been harmed and no one questions if you're completely sure. that your personality is not the problem.
yes, being told you were right all along is satisfying, but nothing feels as good as people knowing who you are from the get-go. it's healing, in a sense.
it's because the world didn't end when you were 14 and being labeled as a "threat". the world didn't end when you were labeled as a "raging lunatic" at age 17. the world didn't end when people chose to believe the abusive people.
to the ones who believed me, thank you. for the ones who came around, thank you for fighting for what's right.
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buckcherried · 4 months ago
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sunday mornings with kento nanami would look very domestic... yes....... very wholesome and snuggly and filled with all the love and warmth in that biiiiig newly built house for a freshly wed husband and wife. that is, until you take initiative and head downstairs to the kitchen, calling out to him for what he thinks sounds best for breakfast.
because the only thing he's hungry for this morning is that sweet cunt residing between your thighs — his favorite meal.
kento would have you laid flat out on your dining room table before you could even grab the skillet, his big, strong hands manhandling your thighs apart as he sat at the head of the table to properly devour you. he'd start with your clit, lapping languid, tight circles at it to ease you into the sensation before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. you'd fling your arms above your head in utter ecstasy, back arching up sharp from the table in any attempt to feel more of him. he'd let your knees fall free so you could wrap them around his shoulders, his hands trailing upward to find your hips as they rocked in time with the pulses of his tongue. kento would only quicken his pace, your throaty moans provoking the dirtiest of thoughts out of him, gripping your waist tight and lapping at your throbbing clit until you just couldn't hold onto your wits any longer. your head would shoot up off the table to find his eyes, his lusty half-lidded gaze already locked on yours as he tips you over the edge, cumming hard on his tongue as he eats you through your orgasm.
you'd gasp out his name in sheer bliss, adding fuel to his fire. he'd move onto flat, languid strokes of your sweet cunt's entirety until he had your thighs shaking. he'd drag his hands back down to your thighs to force them flat open again against the table, silverware jumping with a clank! as it lands back against the table where it had previously been nicely set, kento blatantly ignoring your cries as the overstimulation wracks your body beneath him.
and, breathlessly — as the morning sun spilled in from the open windows and the robins chirping outside fill the golden-lit kitchen, you'd say the only thing currently sat pretty at the top of your mind, "so this is how good it feels to be mrs. nanami, hm?"
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misayani · 2 months ago
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⌗ 𝒴ellowjackets women when you give them 'fuck me' eyes while in a conversation with the other girls
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౨ৎ jackie taylor, who wouldn't notice it at first. especially when she's talking about something and she does not want to be disturbed. when she finally notices though, she's stunned. she'll blink, glance away, then look back again at you to make sure you're actually looking at her like that. she's flustered as hell, but she'll wait until the conversation ends then she'll take you for herself. 
౨ৎ lottie matthews immediately knows. it's almost like she could feel it when you're staring at her?? her pupils dilate and her breathing slows while she stares back at you like she's daring you to keep looking at her like that. there's just something with the way her lips part, like she's savoring the fact that you need her. she gives the softest smirk and moves closer without a word. no words are exchanged, all you know that she's leading you somewhere quiet to take care of you <3
౨ৎ unlike jackie, shauna shipman would notice it as soon as you give her those eyes because she's always staring at you. she'd break the eye contact quickly and act like she didn't see anything. minutes go by and poor baby can't help but check you out—from your legs, to your thighs, to your stomach, and then your neck. but she snaps out of it and shakes her head, trying to stop her brain from going places. (it has already gone there)
౨ৎ natalie scatorccio smirks the second you give her that expression. she leans back in her chair, arms crossed, looking at you up and down with eyes that read try me. she also spreads her legs apart as if she has something growing between them. she doesn't say anything, but she's already imagining her hands under your clothes. she has already decided what she's going to do to you the second you're both alone and it's filthy. 
౨ৎ if you give taissa turner those eyes, she'll raise a brow like really? her lips part slightly, her tongue will run along the inside of her cheek while she boldly checks you out (will smirk when you squirm under her gaze.) she leans back with her hand resting on her thigh, imagining how it would look wrapped around your throat. keep looking at her like that, then you'll find out exactly how mean she can be.
౨ৎ van palmer catches your look and their whole body reacts—as if you had just flipped a switch inside them. they'll grin but it's not one of those playful ones, it's one of those 'i'll fuck your brains out later don't test me' typa grin. they tilt their head, lips parting as if they were already eyefucking you. it was obvious to the point jackie noticed, and then look at you both with a confused expression, 'what the fuck?'
౨ৎ sweetheart misty quigley is surprisingly bold. her expression visibly lights up and then she's basically beaming at you. no shame, no hesitation, she's already scooting closer to you. all smiley and thrilled, like you just told her a secret only the two of you know about<3 she's definitely planning something.
𝒾. MISA'S THOUGHTS i need to chill with the smut and write angst or fluff so pls send requests plspls im sweet i promise
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limerlove · 6 months ago
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THEY CALL ME HOMEWRECKER
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pairing. established!cait x reader ft. older!vi
content warning. eighteen+, some freaky toxic shit, caitlyn lowkey a bad girlfriend, reader a freak, and violet’s just there for a good time, ooc!vi mostly, strap!sex, threesome, jealousy, cheating, some good ‘ole drama, public!sex, slight voyeurism if you squint.
#thank u to my boo @sinstear for helping me facilitate this madness and giving me even more ideas for it. and for @shouyuus for always supporting my gay panicking. still crying about it. as always, eighteen+.
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since the two of you were struggling financially, you’ve always stuck by caitlyn’s side. throughout all of her business endeavors, one finally stuck, the restaurant on avenue street, and god is it ever so booming. weeks of hectic hours turn into months of hardly seeing her due to her schedule always being on the flipside of hers.
all of it was so excruciating.
over the past few months, the cracks of your relationship fall over like a tsunami waves, crashing repeatedly into the shore. you try to talk about it with her — the two days out of the week when you actually see her — but she’s always too tired.
too this.
too that.
nothing you do is ever enough. it doesn’t matter if you set the mood just right, candles light with rose petals on the bed, buying a new lingerie set to attempt to peak your girlfriend’s interest.
“baby, it’s been months since we’ve had sex? do you just not want me anymore? caitlyn reassure you she does but makes no move to give you the relief you’re so desperately seeking. deadly kisses turn stale in your mouth, the bitterness of her stagnant need tastes like the dark chocolate on your tongue.
“just—“ caitlyn grunts as she gently shoves you off as her back turn away from you “not tonight.”
you’re so close to cry, to calling this relationship for what is, a colossal failure. deciding to cool down before offering her the proposition, the one you’ve been thinking about for a while now. no matter what you do, you love cait too much to call it quits. you have to fight for who you love, no matter the cost. this is the only choice you can make…right?
droplets kiss your skin, an oversized shirt hits your thighs as your feet pad away from the cool tile, the dampness of your hair touches the cotton as she looks at you, exhaustion written all over her gorgeous face.
“what if we opened this up? let someone…in.”
shyly, you mumble. and you expect some lewd response, anger, a finality to the end but you’re met with relief. “i think that’s a great idea, love.”
but caitlyn would live to regret those words. “just one night with someone else.”
the both of you agree.
all of it happened organically, that’s what you were her for. caitlyn was close and made sure not to hover. the stipulation being the two of you had to be attracted to whoever came home with the two of you. it’s when you spot her, checking you out from the other side of the bar.
“hi, cupcake.” her voice is sultry but her rasp velvet smooth.
“o-oh, u-um, hi—” you readjust shirt, the swell of your breasts threatening to spill from the tight top you’re wearing. she’s the hottest woman you’ve ever seen. soft lines on her face to resemble her age, but fuck, she’s so pretty.
powder-blue eyes resembling the sky as she checks you out from head to toe, unable to keep her eyes off of you. she can’t stop looking at you as you squirm underneath her blunt gaze.
“who’s the blue haired woman behind you? girlfriend? she looks like she wants to kill me for getting so close to you.” with a fierce sense of confidence running through her veins, she plays with the pretty silver chain hanging from your neck.
“she is my girlfriend but we have an understanding.” the nerves from your initial impression of her dissipate, as you step closer to her. “we’re on the hunt for someone to fuck our brains out, especially mine it’s been a little too long.”
"how long?"
the curoisty slips out before she can help herself, eyes falling back on your tits again again as you cross your arms over your chest, tongue running over your lips as the tattoo peeking out from her the underside of her neck.
“long enough.”
but caitlyn interjects, slithering her way as she immediately starts caressing the mystery woman’s forearm. it’s difficult to pretend there isn’t a sting in your chest when she so easily touches someone else without a second thought.
it isn’t fair, that’s all you’ve wanted, an ounce of her affection but it seems it just takes a certain kind of woman to get her going. on that doesn’t love her the way you do, one that’s hotter, sexier, and definitely has more experience than you.
caitlyn is all over her, all night. vi, as you’ve come to learn, is much older than you and cait, more successful than you could ever dream of, and she damn sure knows how to sweet talk. you can’t help but feel a little left out as you sip on your martini, courtesy of vi.
excusing yourself to freshen up, not that you believe either of them would notice, you wash your hands, splash some water on your cold face to calm yourself. it’s crystal clear, she always wanted to have sex, just never with you.
there she stands, proud and tall, with hope in her eyes like she’s found the missing piece of her puzzle. “so, she’s perfect, right? i mean we really hit it off. the both of us, right?”
you nod, “yeah, sounds perfect, cait.” but she’s too fucking horny too nice the clip to her name or the bitterness in your tone. she’ll have her fill and you’ll be stuck on the sidelines, again. she’ll do anything but acknowledge this relationship for the farce it is.
you should have known, all the signs right in front of you to see, and now it all it took a pink-haired goddess to show you the light. she’ll get her pussy wet for anyone who isn’t you.
“great! i’ll tell her. i’m so glad we decided to do this, love.”
love.
the irony of her burning affection nearly causes you to throw up.
still, you’re incessantly scrubbing at your hands, the skin feels raw, the top of your fingers wrinkling like prunes. the last thing you want to do is meet them out there. the gorgeously, very-fuckable stranger who your girlfriend can’t get enough of. you should have just done the right thing, put the relationship to bed along with the rest of your dignity. now you’d have to watch who you thought was the love of your life, get off right in front of you.
then she’s here. vi. with her beautiful face, her cologne that smells of vanilla and mahogany, her perfectly fit body, making you feel more insecure than you’ve ever been.
“you alright, princess? if you have second thoughts just say the word…”
“nope.”
with a violent urgency, you keep scrubbing the soap into your absolutely clean hands, bending over the counter slightly to rinse them when you feel her behind you, gripping at your hips. she reaches over to shut the water off, handing you a few paper towels to dry your hands.
what the fuck is she playing at? why isn’t she sucking caitlyn’s face off?
“i have something else in mind—” vi leans over as her hot breath kisses your ear, “and it has to do with this pretty, little skirt on the floor.”
“oh, vi, we should really go and meet caitlyn, she—” but you can’t talk, not when she starts stroking the silky skin of your thigh, pushing the hem of your skirt up just a hair.
“you sure about that?” vi crawls her playful hand underneath the hem, playing with the panties covering your cunt, teasing your slit through the delicate lace. “i had my eyes set on something i want to try first.”
“o-oh…kay, well, it’s really not the best idea. please, can we—"
“so you really want to princess? something tells me, you’re dying to have this pussy eaten, fucked….stretched. i have a perfect hot pink cock for you to get fucked with, a mouth to please you, and a good set of fingers for you to bounce on.”
before you realize what’s she’s doing, her heavenly hands dip inside your panties, splitting your folds like the red sea; as god intended. she groans in your ear when she not only feels, but hears how soaked you’ve become, hot breath setting your body aflame.
“how does that sound, princess? want me to take care of you?” you grind against her pelvis, back arching into her as she slips a lone finger inside you. you moan so high, it nearly sounds like a scream.
“mmm, shit, ahhh, that’s—”
becoming very aware of the public setting, anyone could walk in the door at any given moment, you try to refute but you’re struggling to find the words, as she curls her finger inside you, establishing a steady pace.
“what? don’t think of caitlyn now. she certainly didn’t care before, did she? let me guess…she left you and your vibrator to your own device, pressing on that pretty clit of yours, hoping she’d jump in but she couldn’t.
“she couldn’t do what needs to be done—” vi bites and sucks at your neck, you crane your body towards her in submission, giving the older woman all the access she needs to tear you apart. “but i can give you whatever you fucking want, princess.”
it doesn’t take anything else before you’re attacking the older woman with your lips, her tongue invades your mouth as she surges for dominance, gripping your plump cheeks through the small amount of fabric covering them.
immediately intertwining your finger through her hair as you tug on her roots, as your skirt rides up against almost rising completely as vi pushes you through the first open stall she sees. not giving one flying fuck who hears her.
“needed you first, you know that? couldn’t help myself as soon as i saw you. god, just you wait until tonight.”
you shake your head as she pushes the your skirt to your hip bones, ripping your panties off with one single rip!
“tonight?”
“yes, pretty girl, tonight. m’gonna make her watch while i fuck you on my cock.”
pressing her knee with force in-between your legs, an animalistic moan tumbles out before you could even stop yourself.
“c’mon, ride my thigh, sweet girl. that’s what you want, hm?”
vi’s strength centers you in like gravity, allowing you to slide further up her trousers, your folds fluttering against the friction, allowing the crease of her perfectly-ironed slacks to push against your soaking pussy.
“god, fuck her for not wanting to fuck you. i’ll fuck you all night if you let me.” vi grunts as she watches your body writhe, tits bouncing as chase your high.
“fuuuckkkkk,” you hiccup, so close as she pushes a thumb in your mouth, effectively shutting your mouth for a moment as you suck on the digit. swirling your tongue around her finger, pretending she’s fucking you with a strap instead.
“such a good girl for me.” pulling off with a delectable pop, she presses against your clit, blissful patterns being traced on your bundle of nerves and just with a few strokes you’re done for. falling fast and hard.
“vi, vi, oh fuck, baby, viiii—” a drawl of her name as she abuses the bundle of nerves, the ache for her full attention and freely does vi give it.
you fall into her chest, whimpering as her incessant need to play with your clit does nothing to help you calm down — all she does is rile you up.
fuck, caitlyn.
not a day in your life had you thought of being interested in someone so much older than you, but god you’d never come apart like that. not so quickly and not ever quite as hard. she knew what you liked without uttering a word.
the swipe of her thumb felt like a stroke of god, as if she was one, giving into your mundane pleasure, helping you close in on what seemed like an impossible finish.
this wasn’t part of the deal. shit, you’re so fucked.
“turn around.” you obey.
a pathetic servant willing to get it’s pay.
she slaps your ass once more, a whimper tumbles and vi eats up every second of it.
“how bad do you want my cock, baby?”
“so bad, please.”
“good. you’ll show me…in front of her.”
“just like that princess, fuck, you’re so goddamn pretty.”
violet’s hands steady your hips as you ride cait’s cock, the strap stretching you out to the heavens, vi guides you in perfect rhythm. you know you should feel bad, but you can’t stop staring at vi, her perfect eyes gleaming as you moan out her name.
not cait, vi.
“love—” caitlyn’s voice is drown outed when vi is looking at you the way she’s does, the way you’ve been begging your girlfriend too but she only does when there’s someone else giving you what you’ve been desperately craving.
“how does it feel, cupcake?” vi whispers in your ear, “does it feel good when you fuck yourself on her cock?”
without warning, vi slaps your ass as you jolt forward, the silicone cock slipping deeper within you, kissing your cervix as vi keeps her hand on your lower back, guiding your movements.
“f-feels really good, vi.”
vi kisses down your neck, biting at the skin before she presses her scarred lip against your ear.
“i know it does, princess. been wanting this for months, huh? don’t worry about a thing. i’ll take care of you.”
vi smirks as she sees caitlyn stirring with fury, bold pair of blues ignite under the fire of someone else seeing what is so rightfully hers. she hates this, knowing someone else is talking you through it, touching your skin, soft lips kissing the ample skin of your neck.
truthfully, she’s never been a jealous person. as the rises at the break of dawn and sets in the cool evening, caitlyn truly believed she’s the one for you — no one else could dare compete.
it’s caitlyn and you.
but suddenly it doesn’t feel like the two of you against the world.
it’s vi and you, the anxiety bubbling in her stomach feels catastrophic, so she fucks into you, making you squirm with need. but still, you’re so entangled in vi, you don’t even notice her.
the night hadn’t started the way caitlyn planned — or wanted — but she lapped at your cunt as vi instructed her to do so. she’d been vying for an ounce of her attention. truthfully, she’d settle for either one of you, but the two seem to enthralled with one another to even notice her existence.
but fuck, you’re her girlfriend. only hers.
but when you’re close, you ask vi for permission to come. it’s vi’s whose name you scream out when you start falling apart on caitlyn’s cock. it’s vi rubbing your clit, whispering sweet nothing in your ear as you see stars, it’s vi who pulls you into her lap as you cling onto her for dear life, as if caitlyn’s touch feels poisonous.
nothing makes sense.
when caitlyn thinks for a moment, she’ll get an ounce of attention, vi handcuffs her to the chair across the bed.
“what are you doing?” dark blue eyebrows furrow as her, eye squinting harshly.
“you’ll get your turn, be patient.” vi scolds, but she has no intention on following through on her promise. this is to make a mockery her, to show her exactly what’s she been missing.
in the full nude, she walks over to the night stand, grabbing the harness, and makes sure everything is just right for you — the hot pink dildo protrudes, just as she promised. the pink bush she’s sporting matches deliciously as her happy trail follows up her lower abdomen.
caitlyn wants to curse at the wind when you immediately fall in obedience, commands fly off vi’s tongue and you adhere to her wishes. the first has your mouth wrapping around her pink cock, she gently thrusts, lubricating the plastic with your tongue. your hands twisting vi’s pierced nipples, playing with the silver barbell, taking pride and joy when her breath hitches.
“lay on your back for me, yeah?” vi doesn’t waste another beat.
with reckless intent, she slides in, every inch of her saturated in your warmth. you waste no time, fingers woven through her hair like a thread through embroidery. her pink hair becomes nothing more than a leash for you tug on, each powerful thrust to much, too soon — but you also are too terrified to let go.
"take it, princess. just like that—" violet pushes deep, clinging to her broad back, scratches made in tandem when she delivers a brutal pace. "tell her how much you love my cock."
there she sits, jaw slack, mouth open so wide she could catch flies.
vi can't tell if you she's crying and part of her almost feels bed until desperate pleas of her name fall from sanctioned lips. violet smirks as she looks back at caitlyn, waiting for the inevitable moment of her crumble.
there's only so much one girl could take and violet knew she had to be hitting her limit. soft please of, babygirl, falls on ears that only hears vi's instruction. deviously, violet smirks as she watches caitlyn realizes exactly what as going on.
but it's too late.
you're already far out her grip as your grip onto violet for dear life as you come apart on her cock, moaning louder than caitlyn's ever heard.
you're never loud, even when the two of you did have sex, it's always been quiet.
sweet. soft.
nothing about this is tender as your squirt all over her bed sheet, effectively sending violet over the edge from watching you come, fucking you harder as you moan into her neck, sharp teeth sinking into her collarbones.
to sink the final dagger in her heart, you initate violet's lips locking in yours, a smashing of desire reaches it's fateful end. caitlyn watches as you lose yourself in someone else, someone older, wiser — her stomach churns as she desperately tries to break free of the restraints.
she's been made a fool of, a mere mockery just for wanting to try something you suggested. but the jealousy falls around her, she's not strong enough to watch you enjoy getting your brains fucked by someone who has everything.
for the first time in her life, she feels you slipping through her fingers.
"would you stop touching her? this is over. we're done with you, vi. she's my girlfriend, get off her." bitterly, caitlyn sneers.
"oh, she does?"
with a roll of her strong hips, vi thrusts deep into your pussy, you clench around her, arching your back as you cry out for your lover's touch.
"well, i hate to be the barrier of bad news, but she's not done which means neither am i. so, enjoy the show, cait. you sure have paid a pretty penny for it."
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purinfelix · 8 months ago
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congrats on 1k!!! could i request a hot cocoa for oscar piastri with ever seen?
your event is so so cute <33
the prettiest eyes he's ever seen ⟡ ݁₊ . - oscar piastri
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a/n: okay normally i would've wanted a more detailed req but as soon as i read this i instantly had an idea so u get off this time <333 hope u enjoy
this is part of my 1k event - check out the rules here!!
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"My gosh, this is uncomfortable," you laugh from the seat of Oscar's race car.
"Well, I only have to sit in there for about an hour and a half at a time," he explains matter-of-factly.
Around you, the McLaren garage is alive with people hurrying around - engineers making sure the last parts are in place before the race, strategists going over data, and even a couple media crew snapping photos. And then there was you and your boyfriend, who had decided that your visit to the garage would be incomplete without sitting in his car.
"It's digging into my butt," you complain, "how do you even do this."
"Well it is my job, baby" he laughs, watching you with an endeared look.
"Yeah, and there's a reason it isn't mine, can I get out now?"
"Wait, wait!" he stops you right as you're about to pull yourself out, rushing off into the distance to grab something. When he appears again, he's holding his helmet for the weekend and donning a mischievous smile.
"You have to try it on," he laughs - and you're so enamoured by the sound of Oscar Piastri laughing that you have no choice outside of obliging. Obediently, you sit in place as he pushes the helmet down onto your head, and you let out a soft grunt at the feeling.
"How do you feel?" he asks.
"Squashed," you reply, voice muffled by the helmet.
"Oh, hold on," he lets out a soft laugh as he reaches towards you, flipping up the visor, "there you are."
"Thanks," you let out, but he doesn't lean back, instead leaning in even closer to the point where his nose almost touches the helmet.
"You have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen," he breathes in awe, just above a whisper. You feel your eyes widen, and you feel slightly grateful for the fact that the helmet covers up most of your face - which you're sure is bright red by now.
"Wh- sorry?" is all you can muster out as your boyfriend straightens back up with a smirk at your reaction, already whipping out his phone to snap a photo of you. "Hey!"
"You're so cute," he laughs, "this one's going in the race weekend photo dump for sure."
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xvysarene · 1 year ago
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𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕝
Pairing: Sylus x Fem!Reader Words: ~3.1k Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Eventual fluff Notice: Y/N is not MC, Profanities, Mentions of wounds Summary: There was a connection between you and Sylus that went beyond the typical boss & his right-hand woman dynamic. When you finally had enough of his recent behaviour since his return, you decided it was time to quit.
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“We agree to your terms, and as soon as we finish the down payment, we expect to see the firearms—”
Before you could even finish, the heavy double doors swung open with a crash. Sylus strode in, a dark aura clinging to him, and you knew that nothing good would come out of it.
“The deal is off.”
You gasped. “You can’t be fucking serious.”
“Ms. Y/N, I thought you said you could handle this deal solo?” Marcel—that cunning eel of a man—drawled lazily. “Looks like Mr. Sylus here still doubts your ability, even after all this time.”
On any other day, you would have knocked the smug grin off Marcel’s face. But your attention was fixed on your boss, Sylus, whose expression was a cold, impenetrable mask of indifference.
“I’ve worked on this for months. Alone. When you were gone chasing shadows,” you hissed, “You have no right to dictate me.”
Crimson eyes met your gaze with a fire of his own as he stepped closer. “And do I need to remind you who’s the leader of this organisation?”
How dare he!
It took a while for the others in the N109 Zone to stop belittling you, to finally trust you as Onychinus’s indispensable weapon who could hold her own ground, even entrusted to run the organisation in his absence.
And he knew this.
“I don’t meddle in your affairs, so stay out of mine.”
He exactly knew what, or who, you were talking about.
Somehow, this conversation was no longer about the deal; it was about something else that had been creating a rift between you both.
“You don’t understand—”
“You have no idea what I understand!” you snapped, jabbing a finger at his firm chest.
Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Luke entering the room to usher Marcel out.
“If you’re looking for a new job, my organisation is always open for a pretty little thing, buttercup.” He threw a mischievous wink your way.
The man was clearly not uncomfortable with the commotion; it was satisfying to see Onychinus crumbling before his own eyes.
Kieran cautiously stepped forward. “Boss, Y/N, let’s take a moment—”
“You think I wouldn't find out about your little escapade with ‘Miss Hunter’?”
That struck a nerve; Sylus’s eyes narrowed. 
“What?” you continued, your tone dripping with sarcasm, “Mephisto accidentally charged your card with millions just to buy every single protocore in the auction?”
Any heartfelt emotion you held for him was swallowed by fury and disappointment that had been building for some time. This was the last straw, a volcano ready to erupt.
“I’ve warned you before, Sylus.”
Ever since he came back from doing who knew what, he had been distracted. Physically, he was there—but he wasn't present.
Conversations that once flowed easily between you were now peppered by half-hearted responses.
As a last resort, you decided to prepare dinner for him and the twins that one night, something you periodically did when the mood struck, in the hopes of getting him to come around.
Luke and Kieran were happily munching on the lasagna and sipping wine from Sylus’s favourite bottle, their lively chatter filling up the dining room.
But the man who was supposed to be the centre of it all took only a single bite before abandoning it for his phone.
“Sylus, could you please put your phone down and enjoy the dinner?”
The twins froze, eyes flickering between the two of you, sensing the impending storm.
Yet Sylus didn’t even acknowledge you, his attention firmly fixed on the screen in his hand. Somehow, it was more important than the company around him.
“Sylus—”
“Can you get off my back for once?” Red eyes snapped to yours, flashing with irritation.
“You are losing me,” you repeated the words you had uttered that night. The tremble in your voice was a blend of rage and a deeper, more vulnerable feeling.
Sylus's eyes flashed, revealing the first hint of emotion that you recognised—a wounded look, perhaps, or something else that you didn’t dare to think about.
Kieran, determined to defuse the tension, squared his shoulders. “We all should take a breather and approach this with clearer heads.”
Eyes still fixed on your boss’s handsome face, the words came out with unwavering finality, “I quit.”
Ripping the brooch from where it rested just above your heart, you hurled it with such force that it bounced off his chest before skidding across the floor.
The sharp, unmistakable crack echoed throughout the silent room.
Sylus's jaw tightened, a muscle ticking in his cheek. “Fine.”
And that was it. There were no apologies, not even a 'thank you' for your dedication to Onychinus all this time.
“Please, don't do this. We need you,” Kieran’s voice had a note of desperation in it.
A bitter laugh slipped from your lips. “Your boss has made it perfectly clear that he doesn’t need me anymore. Apparently, he has more pressing matters than ensuring the organisation's interest.”
Sylus crossed his arms, his voice cutting like a cold knife. “If you're going to leave, then leave. We don't have time for theatrics.”
With that, you turned on your heel and walked away.
Luke, having just returned from escorting Marcel out, caught sight of the unexpectedly angry tears in your eyes and called out your name as you rushed down the hallway.
What you didn’t expect from quitting was the depth of void it created in your life. You missed the twins’ oddball humour and even found yourself longing for Mephisto’s often irritating caws.
It felt strange not to see the black bird outside of your bedroom window or atop the lamppost, as it normally would.
Despite the financial cushion provided by Onychinus’s paycheck, restlessness drove you back to the N109 Zone before long.
“Thought that we’d never see you again, missy.”
The familiar surroundings of Elysium provided a soothing balm to the loneliness gnawing inside you—the rich scent of aged booze mingled with the sound of rolling dice filling your senses.
“You’re not the only one surprised,” you muttered lowly, sitting down on one of the stools.
“Guess you are more used to staying here than Linkon now,” the young woman behind the bar chuckled. “Many might see it as a slum, but the N109 Zone has its charm.”
During Sylus’s absence, you had called the base as a second home. Staying there made it easier for you to manage the daily operation, sparing you the hassle of travelling back and forth to Linkon.
“What would you like to drink? It’s on the house.” Before you could answer, the woman beat you to it. “Rum and lemonade?”
A sudden feeling of yearning washed over you. It was Sylus who had first introduced you to this concoction right here, you had even questioned his taste at the time, but it had since become one of your favourite drinks.
You gulped the emotion down. “Yes, please.”
She sent you a sympathetic smile, obviously understanding what crossed your mind.
The burn of the rum started to warm your body as the second glass went down easily. Each sip brought back memories of standing side by side in battles and conversations shared in quieter moments, a foolish longing that settled deep within your chest. 
As you set it aside, you felt someone slid on the vacant stool beside you, encroaching on your personal space.
“What’s a pretty girl doing here all alone?”
“Leave me alone.” You didn’t even look at his direction.
Funnily enough, though you normally no longer felt the weight of the brooch—a symbol of your affiliation with Sylus and Onychinus—you now felt its absence vividly, like a phantom heaviness above your left breast.
With it, no one ever truly dared to come near you, wary of crossing paths with Sylus.
Without it, however, meant you were no longer under Sylus’s protection.
The man sidled closer, clearly not taking the hint. “Still playing hard to get even without Sylus behind you? You should have seen him dragged out of the raid like a ragdoll by his pair of thugs. It was pathetic.”
Your heart stuttered, finally looking at the man beside you. “What did you say?” 
Sylus, hurt? It was unthinkable. You had seen first-hand how his wound healed quickly.
“Heh, you really don’t know, do you?” His smile widened, revealing yellowed teeth. “The idiot went to finish Marcel off by himself last night. Imagine taking down dozens of Marcel’s men alone, with all their weapons.”
He daringly placed a hand on your thigh, fingers digging in. “So bitch, you’d better get off your damn high horse and listen. Without Sylus, you’re just another pretty face.”
In a quick manoeuvre, you slammed his head on the bar. His painful howl was cut short as you drew your concealed gun, the barrel pressed firmly against the back of his skull. “Touch me one more time and I’ll paint this bar with your brains.”
The barkeeper approached, her expression impassive as she took in the sight of your gun pressing against the man's head. However, when she noticed the colour draining from your face, a look of surprise crossed her features.
“You didn’t know?” she asked, her tone softer than you expected. “I thought that was the reason you came back here.”
Ignoring the curious stares of the other patrons, you stormed out of the bar, the weight of fear heavy on your shoulders.
The city's familiar streets blurred past as you made your way to the base, and you thought you heard familiar caws in the distance.
You didn't spare a second thought as the electronic lock still buzzed with recognision when your palm and iris scans were verified. The reinforced doors opened, granting you access just like usual.
Luke and Kieran met you in the hallway, no doubt alerted to your arrival. Whether by Mephisto or the security alert, you weren’t sure.
Even with their masks on, their surprised body language was unmistakable.
“How did you find out? Boss made sure that none of us tips you off,” Luke asked.
“It’s true?” you demanded, your voice was tight with anxiety. “About Sylus?”
The twins exchanged silent glances. “He’s in his quarters,” Kieran said slowly. “But be warned, he is in a foul mood.”
As you moved swiftly down the familiar corridors, your heart pounded in your chest. The smell of antiseptic hit your senses as you slid the door open, revealing the dimly lit room.
Sylus was seated on the edge of the bed, his back to you as he changed his bandages. “I told you guys to leave me alone. I’m fine,” his voice gruff.
You took a steadying breath. “Sylus.”
His silhouette tensed, and the set of his shoulders turned rigid. Slowly, he turned to look at you.
“What are you doing here?” His voice was rough.
“I—” you started, but the words caught in your throat. The sight of bandages covering his injuries made it difficult to articulate your thoughts. “Why did you go after Marcel?”
“This isn’t a place for someone like you right now.”
That comment was odd, but you dismissed it as you crossed the room, closing the gap between you. Up close, you could see the bruises and wounds peppering his body—dark, angry splotches that marred his skin, evidence of the brutality inflicted by Marcel’s men.
While the healing process was slower than usual, it was still significantly faster than it would be for an ordinary person.
You had been working with him for quite some time yet you had never before seen him in such a state.
“I’m fine,” he repeated, catching your concerned gaze.
“You don’t look fine,” you said firmly. “I’m not going anywhere until you explain what happened.”
Sylus shifted on the bed, wincing slightly as he rested his back on the headboard. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke, “Marcel was the one behind the bombing of the hunter’s grandma’s house.”
As much as you felt sorry for the UNICORN hunter, you couldn’t understand why he would put his life on the line for her.
Was it because of the connection they had with the Aether Core? Or was it something else?
Unconsciously, your steps faltered backwards. The anxiety for his well-being took a backseat as the grip of jealousy clawed at you.
It was stupid to feel this way.
Suddenly, you felt rooted to the spot, your body freezing in place. The unexpected use of his Evol caught you off guard. 
“You came all the way here, so you’d better damn well listen to me before jumping to any conclusions.”
Even in his weakened state, he managed to pull you back to the edge of the bed and keep you seated there. He wasn’t close enough to touch, but not so far that you couldn’t see the fatigue etched into his features.
“I kept her around because she was useful. Marcel had been trying to frame Onychinus for the bombing.” His fists clenched, knuckles white. “But that wasn’t what set me off, that scumbag had been running his mouth about you, spreading lies of your incompetence, claiming that you’re nothing more than an empty shell.”
You looked at his injuries pointedly. “You took on his entire army because he taunted me?”
He sighed deeply, rubbing a hand over his face in frustration. “Don’t you see? I was the one feeding him that narrative. He had the front seat to everything that happened that day. I’m the one who unravelled the respect you worked so hard to earn.”
Was that a hint of guilt you heard in his voice?
“He’d been saying that you’d be better suited working in a whorehouse.”
Well, that explained the man's aggressiveness back at the bar, you thought.
“I’m not your responsibility anymore, you don’t need to protect me.”
Sylus looked away. Despite his rough edges, there was a glint of raw, exposed emotion that he struggled to conceal.
“It’s not just about responsibility,” his voice low, “Some things... they’re not as simple as just walking away.”
This was the Sylus you recognised—the same man who, in fleeting moments, had looked at you with an intensity or a softness that spoke of unfulfilled longing.
Everything had shifted since that one kiss, an impulsive act born from an evening of too much drink and unspoken feelings. A kiss that, in its haze, blurred the lines between what was accepted and what was desired.
Yet, every subtle brush of his hands, every act of ensuring your safety, was a quiet rebellion against the boundaries he had set from the start—this was not a place where work and pleasure were meant to mingle.
“That was the reason you called the deal off that day.” You fit the puzzles together.
He nodded. “I had a feeling that he was up to something.”
“And yet, I still don’t understand why you had to go behind my back with the hunter. This”—you gestured to his injuries and the distance between you—“could’ve been prevented.”
You tried to mask the hurt. “I thought you trusted me.”
Sylus shifted closer, and even though you felt that his Evol no longer held you in place, you allowed him.
“It wasn’t about trust, not in the way you think,” his voice was softer now, “If he found out you were involved, I couldn’t risk him coming after you.”
“I don’t need your protection as much as I need your honesty. And you were being a jerk.”
“I know and I’m sorry. I just wanted to keep you safe.”
He reached out, his fingers gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Leaning in closer, he cradled your jaw with a careful touch.
“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice catching in your throat at the intensity in his eyes that he didn’t try to mask any longer. “For caring. But I’d rather not see you get hurt again.”
“Can’t promise,” he murmured, “I will always stand between you and anyone who dares to harm you.”
You could feel the warmth of his breath before his lips touched yours, moving in a gentle, unhurried rhythm.
He wanted to savour this moment, to truly taste you with a clear head, unclouded by any alcohol.
Though, before long, a more primal voice seemed to overtake him. The intensity of the kiss grew, fueled by the unfiltered emotions coursing between you.
It was a fierce, unrestrained need to claim you.
No longer feeling tender, his tongue urged your lips open with a determined persistence. Sylus groaned into your mouth as you parted easily, the need to taste you becoming more urgent.
As he took a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back, your gaze locked with the searing flame in his eyes.
A sudden weight pressed against your neck, and you looked down, startled, to find a crow whose wings arched protectively around a red diamond pendant. It was similar to the brooch he had given you, but this was more than an accessory.
It was more personal—more intimate.
“Will you do me the honour of becoming my partner again?” His voice was husky with emotion. “Onychinus needs you. I need you.”
Carefully, you pushed him down the bed, legs spreading daringly caging his form. “Maybe if you beg a little more, I’ll consider it.” 
Both his eyebrows arched in surprise, visibly taken aback by your boldness.
“But, weren’t we supposed to keep work and pleasure separate?” you teased.
A hint of a smirk curled at the edges of his lips. “I’m the boss. I make the rules. Besides, this is more than just a pleasure.”
His large palms settled on your hips, fingers splaying across the curve of your body with a possessive yet tender grip, pulling you closer.
“Can I start by begging you to kiss my wounds and make them better then?”
As he whispered his request, his masculine hands sneaked their way inside your clothes, fingers trailing a line of fire against your skin. Just as the moment heated up, a rustling noise came from outside the door.
The two of you paused, eyes narrowing with suspicion. 
Suddenly, the door creaked open just a fraction. Before either of you could react, Luke and Kieran let out a startled yelp.
“Oh no! They’re doing the hanky panky!” Luke whispered loudly, scandalised.
In a flurry of hurried movements, the twins slammed the door closed and bolted down the hallway, leaving you both staring after them in stunned silence.
Sylus sighed, hiding his face in the soft bend of your neck. “We’ll definitely have to set some new rules about privacy too.”
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tojislv3r · 4 months ago
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𓂃۶ৎ MDNI // 18+
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𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚
CONTAINS: creampie, p in v, praise kink, unprotected sex, softdom!satoru
older bf satoru! who loved to spoil you rotten every chance he gets to. buying you designer accessories, to taking you on on expensive dates
older bf satoru! who loves to tease you and baby you in every way possible. "hm? no~ say it again, I didn't hear you, baby." he would coo in your ear.
older bf satoru! who loves to show you off in pretty outfits. he would take you shopping every weekend, buying you new little outfit. "my baby lookin' so pretty~ turn around f'me." he would say in the teasing voice because he knows how shy you get around him.
older bf satoru! who loves to make you blush, complimenting you several times out of the day and shamelessly in front of people. "Look at my pretty girl~ she's all mine." he would whisper in your ear in front of his friends, sending shivers down your spine. his hands possessively wrapped around your waist.
older bf satoru! who loves to tease you til you start crying and begging for him to stop. then likes to baby you once you get all pouty with him. "awe, is my baby mad at me? let me make you feel better baby."
older bf satoru! who has you under him, cooing soft praises in your ear, smiling as he sees you so vulnerable under him, taking his cock. "my princess is doing so good for me. takin' my cock so well."
older bf satoru! who kisses you all over your neck and chest as he fucks you through it, your moans like music to his ears. your little gasps when his tip brushes against your sweet spot. "Right there, baby? Yeah? Shh...its okay. I'm gonna take care of my princess. You're so good f'me."
older bf satoru! who gets eager after he finds your sweet spot, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot to send you over the edge. His face inches from yours, whispering soft praises. "Look at you, my pretty baby. Taking my cock so well. All you needed was my cock to make you happy, hm? You needh little baby."
older bf satoru! who presses his fingers on your clit, knowing how sensitive you are. he rubs your sensitive nub as he examines your face, your head throw back, your chest heaving up and down, your hands blindly reaching for something to grab because of the pleasure. A beautiful mess.
older bf satoru! who makes you cum just by his words, his praises as he thrusts once more, sending you and him off the edge, filling your poor swollen pussy with his white thick cum. His lips pressed against yours, silencing your moans as he feels your body tremble under him.
older bf satoru! who treats you like his princess after sex, peppering soft kisses after filling your pussy with his cum. his soft whispers against your ear and your skin. "you did so good for me, baby. so good for me like always." he would whisper against your skin and inbetwen kisses.
older bf satoru! who would cuddle you after cleaning you up, being extra soft and clingy with you. "satoru its too hot, move over" "nooo i'm so cold without you~ baby~" he whines, snuggling close.
older bf satoru! who only treats you like a princess, and wouldn't have it any other way.
𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚
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𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘: guys idc satoru is soft dom. i hope you guys liked this one! ty for reading <3
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whisperingdaze · 6 months ago
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❝ MY GIRL ❞
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⛧𓂃 dean winchester x fem!reader
428 words ノ fluff
summary ⨾ dean winchester can’t stop thinking about you. your constantly running through his head, from the moment he met your gaze .
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dean winchester is obsessed with you.
from the moment he saw you, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. you were so beautiful to him. he was always sneaking glances at you when you weren’t looking, always making sure his girl was okay.
he cared so much for you, you were like an angel that walked into his life unexpectedly. you were this beam of happiness and love that made dean’s life better. he wasn’t going to let any harm come towards you even if it meant he was the one who ended up hurt.
he was so happy when you told him you loved him, dean didn’t exactly know what to do apart from carefully hold your face in his hands like you were porcelain and would break at the slightest movement. then he kissed you with such love and tenderness that made you smile into the kiss. from then on, he felt like the luckiest guy in the world.
he was so gentle with you.
always putting your needs and wants before his own, no matter the occasion. dean just wanted to make sure his sweet girlfriend was happy.
dean would open doors for you and pull out chairs for you, always making sure you never had to do it yourself. constantly offering to pay for every meal and buying flowers for you whenever he could.
dean would forever spoil you with whatever money he had, he showered you in affection wherever you guys went. he would tell you that your the most precious and valuable thing to ever walk this earth to him, he made sure you knew that. always.
he loved seeing how your face instantly softens when he tells you that he loves you, he loved how your smile was so bright whenever you saw him. dean felt pure bliss when he was with you. you were his girl.
his heart ached whenever you weren’t with him, he felt like a part of him was missing. dean felt whole with you. he felt spending forever with you, was truly never going to be enough for him.
dean felt safe with you, he felt content for first time in forever . he could be himself around you and never have to put a wall between you and him. you were his everything.
he didn’t know what love truly was till he stumbled on you in a bar. from the first time you met him and till the present day, your gaze would always soften whenever you looked at him. it held no anger, sadness or betrayal.
just love.
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fckmebarnes · 2 months ago
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his walk is so cocky and confident in this scene i’m cumming in my pants
“such a big stretch for my girls’ tight pussy, huh?” bucky watches your cunt take his fat cock in one smooth go — your slick coating him instantly.
“look so pretty taking me like this, she’s wrapped beautifully around daddy’s cock.” he coo’s your head pressed into the pillows with your ass in the air — metal hand stroking your ass cheeks gently.
“let’s see how long she can last…” he mumbles as he pulls his hips back before slamming back into you, watching your ass ripple with each stroke
he pulls back again, before slamming right back into you, your body lurching forward with each stroke.
“oh…she takes it so well already. responds so fuckin’ good.” you’re already cock drunk on him and he hasn’t made you cum yet. he hasn’t even touched your clit yet with his cock inside you
he loves seeing you squirm, begging to be touched.
“you know how much i love this sweet, warm, pussy don’t you baby?” you nod as you look back behind to him, licking your lips with want. he smacks your ass. “speak, pet.”
the demeanor changes instantly causing your body to shiver, clenching his cock in response.
“uh huh, daddy. know how much you love your pussy.” he groans as you tell him it’s his pussy, squeezing the soft flesh of your as cheeks before pulling out except just the tip
“say that again.”
“it’s your pussy, daddy. fuck…all of it is yours. i’m yours.” he groans as you speak before slamming his hips back into you, finger nails digging into your skin as he marks his possessive claim on you
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moineauz · 1 year ago
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જ⁀ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 , various ! pt two
synopsis: his voice lines about you as his beloved partner
including: boothill, aventurine
side comments: my first voice line fic was well received and for that I thank you all <3 so of course this is for all my boothill and aventurine lovers out there! (including myself for boothill...)
extra: gn reader, angsty and fluffy moments, I genuinely loved writing boothill's, minor spoilers for both favourites: boothill word count: roughly 1000+
care to see the first part? includes dr. ratio, jing yuan, & blade!
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𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋
WHO ARE THEY? I "Out here askin' question huh? Well if you're that curious... then you better listen close."
FIRST MEETINGS? "Met them on a bullet train in a neighbouring star system. Turns out we were chasing after the same fudge-heads. You could've seen them- a sly creature that's who they were, whipping out the most slick sniper I've ever seen. I'd reckon that was one of the most thrilling fights I've ever had: came out with dents all over my arms and a broken gun. Their bullets nearly punched a hole through my cheek... hah!"
GREETINGS? "They may be a load of dormant gunpowder, but they sure are sweet! Full of laughter and courtesy. But I'll let you in on a little secret... ( Name ) likes to walk in, pretty as always- and plant kisses all over my cheek before they even say a word."
PARTINGS? "Being a Galaxy Ranger means never staying in one place. ( Name ) is no Galaxy Ranger... I'd reckon it's better that way."
ABOUT US: SHOES IN THE HOUSE "I can't exactly 'take off my shoes' now can I? But ( Name ) likes to keep the house tidy and I best not anger them... like that one time- anyways, we came up with this whole fudging system just to keep the bottom of my damn boots clean! It's fudging ridiculous! *Chuckles* I can't help it, but ( Name ) is understanding. Even if I trudged through all the grime in the universe- they'd still wipe it all off."
ABOUT US: FAMILY "You see, ( Name ) has this big family. Siblings, cousins, extended cousins, aunts and uncles, you name it. We were on their home planet once, and I finally understood where ( Name's ) knack for puttin' a real good home together came from. Their family lives in the countryside where all you can see are open fields, lush hillsides, free-roaming animals and wildflowers. Consider it a quiet paradise. They even grow their own food for fudging sake! Everythin' made by hand and land. Darlin' nearly coaxed me into joining them for dinner once, but I knew better. Best not spoil the family get-together."
CHAT: HATS N' POSES "Personally, I like my hat and flare the way it damn is. How would fightin' be without it? But of course, your partner has to be a cheeky tease about it."
CHAT: WARMTH " I've seen it in the movies- those fudging 'romcoms'- and read it in books. When it gets cold... I'm no help. Can't do much except reach for a blanket and wrap them up. But even then, metal and skin don't fudging work."
PASTIMES DONE TOGETHER? "Count me in on a dance sugar plum! Have to admit, darlin' has a fair share of good dance moves. Nothin' like a hard-earned victory being celebrated with a cool glass of whisky and a smooth dance."
ARGUMENTS: "Bitter things that's all they are. Leaves you knocked out cold. Reminds you of all the things you can't take back."
SOMETHING TO SHARE: "Following the hunt ain't an easy task. But someone has to punish the wretched. That's the thing about the hunt- you get cold, hard. Sugar follows another path that doesn't make any fudging sense to me. But that doesn't matter. None of that ever mattered, not to them, not to me or even the hunt. Call it selfish, but I'd like to one day settle down... Just like their family. Out where no one could find us."
WHO ARE THEY? II "They call me their 'sweet lover'. But really it should be me saying that. If anything I am the sweat of their brow- a nuisance at times. But they still love me. They still fudging love me."
EXTRA: IPC ENTRY "Normally, Galaxy Rangers travel alone. However, we have seen the wanted Galaxy ranger- Boothill- be accompanied by someone who appears to be a vagabond follower of Xipe. Despite the information we possess, the relationship between Boothill and his supposed 'partner' is very limited."
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WHO ARE THEY? I "Fancy meeting you here- oh? A rumor you say? Rumours do have peculiar ways of reaching the ears..."
FIRST MEETINGS? "All business ventures possess their gains and losses. However, I did not expect my pockets- alongside others- to be picked on a night meant to celebrate the Strategic Investment Department. The person who did it played their cards exceptionally well. I applauded them and the subtlety of their skills."
GREETINGS? "Despite their rather cunning nature, ( Name ) is quite kind... shockingly so. I thought their smile was a chip they played for their own meticulous advantage. *Chuckles* I was wrong, there was simply nothing to understand behind that smile."
PARTINGS? "One transaction after another, the universe keeps spinning. Don't keep up, you fall behind. Simple. I don't have to worry about that around them, or at least, for a while, until another wager must be made. Until the peck on the cheek is over."
ABOUT US: LOCKET "( Name ) has a keen eye for trinkets and bought- well stole- a locket for the two of us to share. I keep it with me, a lucky charm if you may."
ABOUT US: NAPPING "Personally, I don't nap. But, ( Name ) is a terrible influence and says I should. I must admit, waking up to them in the afternoon is not a bad way to spend my time."
CHAT: THEVERY "( Name ) is a thief... a good one at that. Oh don't worry, they struck a deal with the IPC. Primarily on their terms because they have been such a nuisance to the IPC. It's rather amusing seeing the IPC chase their own tail. We've definitely shared laughs over it."
CHAT: CONFESSIONS "Who could possibly love something so broken? It's like keeping a clock that won't tick or a deck of cards missing a queen. Sometimes, I wish they didn't care so much. It would be... easier."
PASTIMES DONE TOGETHER? "Of course, a good game of cards is a fun way to pass the time. *Chuckles* Though, ( Name ) is a terrible player. Not that I mind, I'll guess I'll play the role of 'loser' this time around- best you not tell them."
ARGUMENTS: "What else is there to say? Nothing. That part is the worst."
SOMETHING TO SHARE: HEART OF GOLD "( Name ) steals to give to the poor. It's their motto... I saw them once with a group of kids on a planet in a distant star system. They were giving back to the orphanage- the smiles on the children's faces when given toys, marbles to be exact, were so bright."
WHO ARE THEY? II "In all honesty, I'm not quite sure. However, what I do know is that luck finally worked in my favour... I'll hold onto that for as long as I can."
EXTRA: DR RATIO'S OPINION "The gambler- without hesitation- will bet 'all in' even if it means his own life hangs in the balance. However, amongst the chaos of his bets, there is one person who will drag him back to reality... ( Name ). Aventurine will never gamble nor forfeit the one person who truly understands him. Even I don't fully understand the gambler's crafty nature. I suppose a thief is the only one who can and more importantly, will."
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ivesdrew · 5 months ago
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FELT GOOD ABOUT YOU . . .
CHAPTER 1
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warnings: hangover, previous alcohol consumption, mentions of sex, swear words
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AAAAAAAAA so fucking ecstatic about starting this smau like i'm lierally jumping up and down. i'll be making a taglist, so lmk who wants to be added!!
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buckcherried · 3 months ago
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the mirror at the end of the bed was a recent purchase, one made by you, with a singular yet very important intention.
good old-fashioned loverboy kento nanami is a man that loves to make love. he values intimacy, romance. being able to make eye contact during the amorous act of sex was of high importance to him. he fucked insanely well, especially so under these pretenses.
so, even with his hands full of your perfect ass that aligned so nicely at his hips, doggy style had always felt a bit... impersonal. and despite how good and rough he always managed to fuck you, regardless of the position, he always preserved the connection between the two of you. his hand finding yours against your hip and interlocking fingers whilst drilling his cock upward into your cunt as you rode him reverse cowgirl, the way his thumb would caress your cheek as he held a tight grip of your jaw as he fucked your mouth ever so slow and steady... kento nanami always found a way to pour the romantics into everything he did.
his favorite act of romance, though, was eye contact. the very notion had him feral. having his eyes locked with yours as the two of you did the filthiest things to each other — he could cum at the mere thought. you could always see it right there in his eyes, usually moments after you batted your lashes up to meet his low-lidded gaze, and it was all over. it was allllll in the eyes.
that's why last night, not even half an hour after he came buckets into your cunt during a very hot and heavy session in the missionary position with your foreheads practically glued together, you got out the measuring tape. silently, in the warm glow of your bedside lamp that softly lit your sleeping lover's face, you took measurements of the wall facing your bed while the impurest of thoughts ran rampant through your mind.
the delivery men had it up and installed rather quick the next morning. you tipped them and sent them on their way before they could even begin to imagine the plans you had for this new item placed so strategically in your bedroom. you barely had time to fantasize as you heard kento enter down at the front door.
those hazel eyes found yours immediately as soon as their beholder swung open the bedroom door.
through the mirror, you caught his wide-eyed stare from your position on the bed — face down, ass up high in the air, wearing nothing but his favorite black lace set. he stood there for a moment, his stare flitting to your body and back, finding conversation in your eyes as they told him everything he needed to know about how the scene in front of him came to fruition.
kento's bag fell with a thud as it dropped to the floor, his hands finding a new interest as they found his belt. he made quick yet steady work of it, gaze never leaving yours as he pulled it from its loops.
he remained silent as he halved the belt into one hand and walked into the room. your eyes never left his form as he approached the bed, mattress dipping from the added weight as he knelt on it behind you.
you flicked your head to the side, your right cheek pressed against the bed as you peered back at him best you could from this angle, a soft gasp hitching in your throat as you catch him freeing his rigid cock from his dress pants.
his fingers dipped around the material of your thong and dragged it to the side, tapping at your now bare entrance, giving your core a few languid circles, making a mess of your arousal.
"my sweet wife..." kento's voice was low at your ear as he leaned over you, a hand grazing softly over your ass, cock twitching as the length of it pressed flat against your weeping cunt, "if you needed to be fucked like this you just had to ask."
you didn't have the chance to respond before kento sheathed himself inside you, wasting no time in removing any of his clothes as he got to pounding you mercilessly into the bed. his big strong hands held your hips up high, in perfect position, fucking you into oblivion at a pace you couldn’t physically comprehend as the snaps of his hips flung you forward.
your scream was muffled by the bedsheets, fisting the material so hard your knuckles begged for mercy.
kento tutted, hauling your chest up off the bed by seizing both your wrists and yanking them back toward him to clasp in one hand, "eyes, darling."
it was the only warning you needed, eyes locking with his in the reflection of the mirror immediately. the groan that escaped his throat was guttural. you could feel his cock harden against your walls as he continued his ravenous assault of your cunt. his low-lidded gaze was telling, those hazel eyes darker than you had ever seen them.
"ah, there’s my girl.”
the love in his gaze was overwhelming as he quite literally fucked you like he was trying to split you in two. his beefy chest strained against his tight button-up as he put all his strength into the action, the thick muscles of his biceps rippling as he used you as leverage to fuck you even harder. his jaw clenched, those pussydrunk eyes flitting from yours to the place where you connected, hypnotized by the way this thick length sheathes perfectly into your tight little cunt like you were made for him. your gaze was locked on his frame, staring with wide eyes as he spit in his free hand and grazed his way around your trembling thighs to make contact with your clit, knowing he found juuuust the right spot by the way you arched into his touch for more.
kento took the opportunity to rut the entirety of his ruinous cock inside to the hilt, his aching balls flush against your core as he holds himself there, hips grinding in for as much give as your cunt would allow him.
the stretch of him dropped your jaw, your lungs gasping to maintain your breath at the sensation of being completely and utterly full. you could barely keep your eyes open — but fuck, it would be a crime to miss out on the moment before you. those utterly lovesick eyes of his on yours as he began to make work of your clit, so intentionally slow and steady as you warmed his throbbing cock.
it was hard for you to keep it together now. his touch lit you on fire, the soft strokes of his expert fingers that know you oh so well. and that cock of his, so unforgivingly big, rutting there ever so gently at your cervix over and over and over, stuffing you full to the point of delirium.
you tightened around him as you desperately tried to adjust to the stretch. he was so fucking big. no matter how many times kento fucked you it seemed like he’d never fit. but your husband always got the job done.
kento let your wrists free as you caved into the mattress, not letting your eyes leave his as you peered up from the sudden relief of the covers as his free hand ran the length of your back.
“you know just how much i love you, yes?” his pace slowed to an even more intimate speed as he leaned to trail kiss after kiss up your arching spine, “thank you for the surprise, sweet girl..."
the gravel in his voice caught your immediate attention, your lulling eyes that were rolling to the back of your head now snapping back up to meet his.
and there it was. it was always in the eyes. he looked at you like you hung the stars. his wife. the woman he would lay his life down for. the only one to know him so well, so intimately. the woman who'd install a fucking mirror at the end of the bed just for this very moment.
"... now cum for me.”
and you did, immediately. it was all too much now, all you could feel was him. the pressure of his cock, how you could practically feel him all the way up in your stomach — you were done for the moment you watched that last screw drill into the wall this morning.
the shakes racked your body as you came, cunt clenching him for all he’s worth as he followed suit, rutting his hot thick cum inside you like it was the last thing he’d ever get to do. the hand at your clit reaches further down, his fingers splitting the place your searing bodies meet to memorize the feeling of the way his cock ruts in and out of you as the two of you ride out your orgasm.
kento had come undone — a mess of hot and slutty moans at your ear. he simply could not. get. enough.
and as you take in the beautiful sight of him holding you so in the reflection, all sweaty and fucked out of his mind, you couldn’t help but grin as your hand leisurely followed to meet his to feel the last of his strokes stuff your cunt. his eyes, yearning and low-lidded, latched to yours as he watched you open your mouth to speak.
“would the delivery men start to catch on if we had them install another on the ceiling?”
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misayani · 2 months ago
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being nat scatorccio's cool pink haired gf slight nsfw under the cut
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→ everyone thinks that you're such an 'opposites attract' couple. nat being the 'alt' and grungier one, you being the feminine and 'lighter' one.
→ yellowjackets varsity will see anything pink and it'll automatically remind them of you. oh a pink pen? "it's nat's gf!" oh a strawberry juicebox? "it's nat's gf!" oh a pink tampon? "it's nat's gf!"
→ absolutely adores it when you put your hair up in pretty hairstyles, adding ribbons and clips and such. but personally prefers it when you tie it up in a messy pony tail or something. she just thinks it's so hot of you to be so effortlessly hot.
→ shows you off so much. modern!nat would have a special insta highlight just for you and your pink hair!!! it would be filled with pics of your messy hair or simply photos with pink elements that reminds her of you.
→ always light heartedly arguing over the fallen strands of hair on the shower drain thats been clogging it 🥀🥀 and then 99 percent of the time it's nat's because the strands are blonde!!!! and dead as fuck
→ since pink washes away so fast, your hair dying sessions would be every week and a half. nat would always offer to help you dye your hair which means, an hour hair coloring, and then half an hour of making out. and then it will always turn out to be messy. pink dye all over her fingers and on her shirt (and yours too). maybe a little pink dye getting on her hair too if she's lucky.
→ and then of course regular hair bleaching and dying results to dead hair so!!! dead hair gfs! couple goals.
→ AHHH NAT would DEFINITELY let you dye a small section of her bleached hair pink just so she could still have that small part of you with her at all times. it'll be cute walking around campus, hand in hand, while that vibrant pink catches almost everyone's attention.
→ nat hates crowds. so if ever she loses you in one, she'd get on her tippy toes and always look for that vibrant pink hair that stands out from the crowd. and she's relieved because she always finds her way back to you.
→ also applies when getting groceries, if she loses you in an aisle, she can easily spot you just by walking through the sides.
→ bleach (dates??) it comes naturally, just tell her "babe, your roots are showing." and she'll glance at yours and say "yours too." and then boom you both are wearing gloves—you're sat on the bathroom counter while she mixes the bleach formula up. you bleach her roots first, then she bleaches yours, and then rinse it off, and then when you're done with that part, she'll prepare the pink dye for your newly bleached roots.
→ (extra) fratboy!nat who swears she doesn't have favorites (out of all fuckbuddies) but then her ig bio is something like "🌸🌸" which is totally NOT something nat would put if she WASN'T referring to a certain SOMEONE
→ (extra) fratboy!nat WOULDDD be sm into hair pulling and she likes pulling yours specifically. and then whenever she misses you, she'll post something on her twt or ig story saying some shit like "miss having that pretty pink hair around my fist." like ughhhhh
you scroll through your tl, reading through many rants and shitposts made by your friends on their private accounts. and then, a certain post catches your eye—
@/donatgonearme: miss having that pretty pink hair around my fist.
you furrow your eyebrows, clicking on the reply button to type something.
@/donatgonearme: miss having that pretty pink hair around my fist.
⟶ @/youruser: ?? u fucking another pink haired girl?
you sigh, averting your eyes away from the screen for a moment, before a notification pops up, making your phone vibrate. you look back at the screen again.
@/donatgonearme: miss having that pretty pink hair around my fist.
⟶ @/youruser: ?? u fucking another pink haired girl?
⟶ @/donatgonearme: @/youruser shut up. you know it's only you.
— — — —
"yeah, fucking take it." she grunts, lifting her right hand and placing the cigarette between her lips as she takes a drag, pounding in and out of you from behind at the same time.
you clench around her strap, your moans turning out muffled from your face being planted on the pillow. "my pretty princess." you whine at the nickname, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter.
"were you jealous?" she breathes out, exhaling the smoke. you shook your head against the pillow, letting out muffled noises. nat chuckles and grabs a handful of your hair, yanking your head up and making you arch your back. "huh? baby?" she taunts.
you choke out an answer, "n—no—" groaning at the feeling of her fingers forcefully tightened around your newly bleached roots. and newly bleached roots, means that your scalp fucking hurts and stings to the max. and that's what turned on natalie more. she knows the feeling of it, and so, she likes taking advantage of that fact just a liiittle bit.
"fucking liar."
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limerlove · 6 months ago
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nsfw themes, eighteen+
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gymrat!vi who frequents the gym every day except for sundays. giving into his wishes to be present for their weekly dinner. any other day? she’s getting her pump in. an absolute given in her world. pink-hued strands stick to her scalp as she pushes for a new personal record on the bench, especially when vi’s bulking. whenever she’s training, she’s so zoned in, nothing can distract — well — it used to be nothing. 
gymrat!vi who secretly enjoys nothing more than working out with jayce. accountability between two best friends turns into a friendly competition. nothing at stake except their egos. seeing who can outdo the other set after set. something to keep them both in line, fit, and violet enjoys the hit to jayce’s ego whenever she can push weight heavier than jayce.
gymrat!vi who isn’t oblivious to the attention thrown her way. with the heatwave of summertime, her muscles are on full display, defined biceps, toned thighs, and god her tattoos are basically a honey-trap. she would be a fucking liar if she acted disgusted by it, part of her likes it a little too much. but hey, everyone likes to be appreciated from time to time and vi is no exception. and she never really saw a problem with it until a one night stand who then not not so subtly stalked her every time she was in the gym, learning her schedule until she had no choice but to leave her favorite gym. silently, she made a vow to not fuck with girls she met at the gym. 
….well, until you. 
gymrat!vi who is a known regular. she knows all the girls at the front desk, flirts with many of them, but to her it’s as platonic as chatting up the barista who brews her dose of caffeine in the morning. it’s ingrained into her morning routine, simply just a part of who she is. so, when she sees you at the front desk she nearly has to do a double take. there’s not a hot chance in hell she’s seen you before — vi would have definitely remembered you.
gymrat!vi who becomes shy for the first time in her life, bringing her membership card up to the scanner and offering a small smile but when looks back you seem to take a second look, eyes locked into her powder-blue eyes. even if just for a moment, you’re veering into her thumping soul. vi can’t help but smile. she reminds herself, you’re just another pretty girl. you’re new, probably won’t even last long. yeah, that’s what vi’s going to let herself believe. it’s not like she’s thinking about your gorgeous lips when she bench presses, or thinking about your gorgeous  eyes taking her breath away — or when vi’s powerlifting she’s so not thinking about lifting you on top of her. 
“if you talk to her, she might actually know your name.”
“w-what, i-i’m not, sh—”
jayce raises his eyebrows at vi, shaking his head as his very questionable friend spots her as she moves the weight the fluidity, her movements only struggling to push through when she reaches the final set.
“she’s the gym owner’s daughter, he’s wanting her to take over the reins, old age and all.” jayce responds as violet places the bar on the rack, her set complete until she moves onto the next one. “your little theory of her not being around for long is kinda crushed. unless you want to find another gym….”
“that’s the whole point of me not talking to her, m’not finding a new gym again. that’s a promise. i can control myself.” 
jayce just laughs. fucking laughs.
“what’s so funny, bro?” vi pouts.
“that you genuinely believe you’re gonna be able to stop yourself and that you think you have a type….and she fits the bill.” 
“oh, fuck off.” vi grunts.  
dropping the fifty pound dumbbells by the bench, lifting up her shirt to wipe some of the sweat off her face only to find you on the other side of the gym, staring directly at her abs like her glistening sweaty skin like it’s a golden ticket to heaven.
“well…fuck.” 
gymrat!vi who notices your presence more and more in the coming weeks. this time not just behind the front counter. you’re with the personal trainers, helping new customers fill out paperwork, and this morning you go wherever vi goes, her eyes can’t seem to stop searching for your figure. especially with those tight leggings you always seem to wear, vi couldn’t stop looking at the fat of your ass if her life depended on it. she managed to squeak out more than a hi to you yesterday, but it’s as far as her pleasantries extend.
gymrat!vi who has her headphones placed on her head, her all black workout set; this time something more modest at her disposable. the black and cotton hoodie covers her head, flares of bright pink wisps shadow from the hood but her shorts reach mid thigh, the overworked muscles in her legs flexing as she lifts the weight. jayce isn’t with her today, which means she basically had to physically restrain herself from talking to you today. even if she can see you sneaking glances at her through her workout, eyeing her legs each time she’s on the leg press. greedy, hot, goddess — vi is so fucked. 
when she walked the following day, you said her name, violet. 
you know her name. 
it’s just the database, it’s the only reason. 
pull yourself together, idiot. 
gymrat!viwho is at the end of her workout, taking her final rest before she does her last set, but here you go again, gawking as you pretend to be readjusting the weight on the racks but you finally stop looking at her, trying to put the last weight, the one-hundred pound bell but you just can’t. even then, vi is trying not to smile with how adorable you look as you struggle. 
before making her way over to you, she slides the black pair of headphones on her tattooed neck, popping the hoodie, seeing if anyone else was going to help you — just her luck — there wasn’t a soul in her at midnight besides her….shocker. 
“stupid, piece of shit, would you just—” 
“need some help there, princess?” vi looks over at you from the workout beach she’s perched on, legs spread wide as her jaw juts out, eyes naturally gleaming with curiosity. 
“i should be able to. i can do this, right? yeah? i definitely can do this.” 
but it only sounds as if you’re trying to convince yourself. the weight of responsibility crushing your spirit by a singular dumbbell. you’re huffing and puffing. life and death here, and all because of a stupid, petty, weight. 
vi stands up, her height towering over your hunched finger. “pick it up with your legs. next time, make it’ll easier.” 
violet doesn’t really use her legs though. the beautifully strong woman kneels on the ground with you, her gloved hand picks the weight up with ease and places it back on the rack. 
“obviously, i know that.” 
violet hums before she offers a hand, helping you stand tall. “of course you do.” 
the sensation bubbling on her fingertips from touching your skin almost seems downright electric — and now vi feels like running ten miles in the other direction for the sole purpose of settling her heartbeat for just a moment. 
“anyways, yeah, sorry to disturb you.” 
“not a problem, princess. never going to say no to a pretty girl in distress.” 
the smile violet offers is adorable, the one she flashes the girls when she comes in for her late work out, from wherever she comes from. but the way she scratches the nape of her neck? that’s just for you. 
gymrat!vi who can’t stop thinking of you, despite her best efforts. constantly, she wonders if you’re seeing someone, but the way you watch her, vi suspects your single as can be. it isn’t until one friday night, just as she’s trying to leave, one of the front girls, rich and pompous, is trying to coax her into meeting her and some friends at the bar tonight. when she’s about to say no for a finale time, growing more uncomfortable by the second, you’ve come up to where she is and, well fuck, violet’s even more embarrassed that one of your employees is hitting on her right in front of you. 
“c’mon! jayce says you haven’t been out in ages. you deserve it, you’re always working out so much. if anyone deserves a treat, it’s you.” 
cursing out the little shit in her mind, she rolls her eyes, trying to contain herself from having an aneurysm. “little shit, divulging all my secrets.” 
sabrina laughs more than she should, tossing her purple hair over her shoulder. carefully, you hover, absentmindedly scrolling on your phone and violet wonders if you stay there for a reason. 
if she’s the reason you’re eavesdropping. 
“so….is that a yes?” 
violet sighs, she hates this. “maybe another time.” 
gymrat!vi who wonders what you thought of the entire time. quiet as a mouse, you hadn’t said a single word to her since you were there to witness the rejection of her employee they still couldn’t seem to just stop. this is what she wants. silence…..right? it’s what she keeps telling herself but now vi can’t stop trying to catch your attention, just an ounce of it is all she craves. today, you only spared her a glance before you talked to jayce. pathetically, she decides to do something to catch your attention, hip thrusts. 
gymrat!vi who looks up as you watch her pelvis lift the weight placed on her abdomen, pushing sturdy hips through the set as you keep sparing glances gawking at her porcelain skin exposed. she can tell you’re at least trying to pay attention to whatever jayce is saying but you’re interest loses focus when she grunts with one final thrust, the bar rolling away from her legs. 
“did you hear that?” vi rolls her eyes at the sound of his chipper voice. 
“what?” violet slips her headphones off, trying to even her labored breaths. not just jayce, but the both of you stand above vi as she tries to catch her breath. 
“i invited her to our brunch with mel on saturday.” 
“oh, is that this saturday?” 
oh, he really is playing fucking dirty. 
“is there a problem, vi?” 
little chicken shit is grinning, goddamn it. she takes another swing from her water bottle, hoping to god you’ll think it’s too forward, too weird, and you’ll just instantly decline. 
“not a problem.” vi grits her teeth as she speaks, jaw clenching as she knows this is surely to be a hole there will be no digging out from. 
or one she so desperately wants to fill.
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rayray rants — UM IDK HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS???? it's kinda different than what i normally post but i might turn it into a little hc series. anyways! hope you like and i have a very special vi post coming soon that i'm really excited about. but yeah! hopefully, i can continue this because vi working out is literally all i can think about. alright, um, see you next time ♡
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