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[scribensmulier]

With the Sweetest Songs

pairing: will ospreay x f!reader

word count: 1625

content notes: unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming

to stay on theme, the title is from a Sumerian poem to the goddess Inana: "The good shepherd, the man of sweet songs, will loudly sing songs for you; lady, with the sweetest songs, Inana, may he make your heart joyous!"

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Some languages, called isolates, are not part of a family. You had only just begun reading the article, and already your eyes were glazing over. It was getting late in the day, but you knew you had to make it through the reading before you could relax into your evening. Sumerian, the first language considered here, is such an isolate.

You made it through the first couple of pages, jotting a few notes in the margins as you went, when your focus was interrupted by Will coming into the room. He was carrying a bag of carryout, and you could already smell the enticing aroma of Mexican food. 

“Still working? Come on, eat you some tacos.” He set the bag down, setting everything out to tempt you into dinner. 

You hadn’t eaten in hours, so the temptation was definitely working. You put a couple of tacos on your plate, then sat to eat them while still reading through the article. “Thanks for this,” you muttered through a mouthful of chicken. 

“Oh come on, you can stop reading long enough to eat.” Will sounded frustrated, but you couldn’t tell if it was out of concern for you or boredom. With him, it was always a fifty-fifty chance either way. 

“I know, but I’m over halfway, and I just want it to be done.” Despite your words, you did put the pages to the side while you ate, chatting as you both delved into the food with delight. 

As you finished eating, Will noticed you were fidgeting to get back to your work. “Go on, I’ll clean up,” he said softly. 

“Thanks, babe,” you responded, kissing him on top of his head. “I promise, I’ll be done soon.” You returned to the couch, making your way through the text. Even as you made progress, you felt incredibly tense as you got further along. 

The table cleared, Will sat by you on the couch, resting his arm over your shoulders. “You should relax, you know.” 

“I’ll relax when I’m done.”

“I don’t know, I think you could use it now.”

You stared at him, not sure why he was being pushy. “What’s going on?”

He had the decency to look somewhat ashamed of himself, but he carried on, saying, “I don’t know, I just... I think if you let yourself take a break, it’ll be easier when you get back to it.” 

“But I can’t relax when I know I still have this much left. I’m sorry.”

“What if I can figure out a way?” He definitely had mischief in his eyes, and you realized what he was up to. 

“Will, if you want to fuck, just say so.”

“I want to fuck!”

“When I’m done.”

He gave a dispirited sigh. “Come on, it’ll help you feel better! You know it will.” 

You held his gaze, considering his proposition. You wanted so badly to finish the article, but you knew he was right and a pleasurable break would do wonders for your mood. However, you also knew that if you took that kind of a break, you’d never get anything done afterward.

“Alright,” you said at last, standing to remove your shorts.

“Yesss.” He didn’t waste a second, quickly sliding his joggers down to his knees without even getting off of the couch. You did sat astride him, resting on his thighs as you leaned forward to cover his lips with yours.

The kiss quickly turned hungry, and you rested your hands on his chest as he slid his tongue into your waiting mouth. His hands were all over you, pulling your shirt over your head and trying to touch as much of you as he could manage. Your nails raked across his chest, pulling a breathy whine from him as he dug his fingertips into the small of your back, trying to coax you closer to his erection. 

“You desperate, baby?” you asked with a chuckle, enjoying how much he always desired you. 

“Very desperate,” he truthfully responded, sneaking a finger between your folds and moaning when he felt how ready you were. 

You scooted closer, lifting yourself so you could slide down on his cock. As he closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the couch, the discarded article caught your eye. Out of nowhere a plot entered your mind to really make Will suffer - in the most fun way, of course. 

You carefully reached for the papers, rolling your hips to distract him so he wouldn’t notice. With your free hand, you ran your fingers through his curly locks, giving them a rough tug just the way he liked it. 

“Shh.” You silenced him with a soft kiss. “Just stay inside me like this. Don’t move.” You sat back a bit to remove your bra, hoping your bare breasts would ease him toward your suggestion.

A slight panic ran across his face. “What do you mean, don’t move? Like, anything?”

“Well, you can touch me,” you clarified with a smirk. “But don’t move your hips.”

“You feel so good though,” he whined.

“You do too. That’s why I want to enjoy this.”

Beneath your hands you felt his muscles relax. He agreed, his hands immediately cradling your breasts. “Can I use my mouth?”

“Hmm, I’m thinking no. Just hands.”

Will took a deep breath. “Okay. Just hands.” He held you close, and the brush of his chest against your nipples made you inhale sharply. Without you meaning to, your walls clenched around him, and he groaned quietly.

“You know,” you began, deciding honesty was the best path forward, “there’s another reason I thought this might be fun.”

“Yeah?” He looked at you in delight, clearly enjoying the game.

“Mmhmm. If we just do this, you touching me a little, me sitting with you inside me, then I can finish reading my article faster.” Before he could process what you had said, you leaned forward, resting your head on his shoulder and holding the pages so you could read.

His arms went rigid around you. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Quiet, baby. I’m trying to read.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“I said you can touch me. You can just hold me if you want. Should I read to you?”

He snorted. “Read the article? If you can’t understand it, what makes you think I can?”

“One way to find out. Two other Anatolian languages are attested in the second millennium.” You continued reading, amazed that it was actually sticking in your brain. Maybe all you had to do in the first place was read aloud, but you couldn’t discount the idea that your heightened sexual state was also making everything more vivid.

Even more astounding was that Will wasn’t arguing against it. He certainly had no clue what the article was talking about, and he wanted more than anything to stop you so he could just mindlessly fuck you both to orgasm, but he seemed to be having fun with the strange new experience. He remained hard as a rock, thanks to the occasional flexing and rocking you did to ensure he was enjoying himself.

“Achaemenid Elamite was one of the official languages of the Persian Empire. In official monumental inscriptions-”

“What’s that first word?” Will interrupted.

“What, Achaemenid?”

“Yeah, that one.”

“You really want to know?” He nodded. “It’s the ruling family of the Persian Empire. It’s a period of like two hundred years of Persian history.”

He nuzzled his face against your neck. “You’re so fucking smart, oh my god. I’m so lucky.”

You couldn’t suppress a loud laugh. “Yeah, so lucky, I bet every guy wants his girl to read him articles about old languages instead of having sex.”

“We’re gonna have sex for real when you’re done, though, right?”

“Oh, absolutely. I need some kind of reward for getting through this. Now stop interrupting.” You let yourself rise and sink back down slightly, teasing him even more.

A page later, you flipped the paper to find that you had at least reached the end of the article; the remaining pages were all citations. “Aha!” you exclaimed as you tossed the stack of papers behind you. “Done! So you gonna fuck me now or what?”

You didn’t have to tell Will twice. You parted just quickly enough for you to get down to the more spacious floor, then he knelt over you and re-entered your eager pussy in a single quick motion. This time, there was no waiting to savor the feeling; he leaned down to leave a trail of wet kisses all across your neck and shoulders as he fucked into you.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” you whispered, pulling his hair again, making him bite at the soft spot where your neck and shoulder met. You let out a yelp, then let him lift your right leg up onto his shoulder. The new position meant he could reach deeper within you, and he sped up his pace to ensure he hit that sweetest spot every time.

“More, please!” You tried not to think about how desperate you sounded.

“Yes ma’am,” he answered with a wicked grin. 

Already the pleasure was building in your abdomen, as if you were going to burn from within. You knew he had to be equally close, and as he slammed into you, you dug your fingernails into his back. The joyous pain brought him right to the edge with you, and as you whispered, “Cum for me, baby,” you both came together in a sweaty, breathless instant. 

Will nearly collapsed on top of you, but was careful to fall to the side. “Whoa.”

Entirely exhausted, you merely nodded. “Yeah. Whoa.”

“Okay, so, we should definitely do that again next time you have reading to do.”

[scribensmulier]

Such Nights as This

pairing: roddy piper x f!reader

word count: 1759

warnings: mutual masturbation, phone sex, use of sex toys, daddy kink

the title is from the Roman poet Propertius describing his beloved: "while I live I am hers, hers will I be in death. But if she grants till then such nights as this to me, a single year would be a long life's span; and if she gives them often, I would never die: one night like this could make a man a god!"

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When your phone rang, you didn’t hesitate for a second to answer it, knowing it would be Roddy. “Well, hello there.”

“Hey gorgeous.” His already-raspy voice was hoarse after a lengthy promo that night, and the sound swirled through your body. “How you doing tonight?”

You laid back on the bed to relax while talking. He had only been gone two days, but ever since you had moved in together and had gotten used to always having him around, his absences were all the more frustrating. The two of you caught up on everything that had happened since your last conversation (just last night), your work day and his show a couple hours earlier. 

“Babe, listen,” Roddy began, his voice deepening a touch. “I really miss you, you know that?”

“I know. I miss you a lot too. It won’t be much longer, though. It’s a short trip.”

“Yeah yeah. You know, I actually got my own room this time.”

“Yeah? That’s awesome. You don’t have to deal with anyone throwing pillows at you when you snore!”

“Ha ha, funny. But I can also do what I want. All by myself. As much as I want…”

“Roddy, you slut,” you jokingly chastised him. “With all that freedom I’m surprised you’re wasting your time talking to me.”

He lightly chuckled before continuing. “Listen, I want you to do something for me. It’s not what you think.” You paused, knowing he had more to say. “I mean, it kind of is what you think, but something else first.”

“Just tell me what it is, babe.” You couldn’t help smiling to yourself in anticipation.

“The dresser in our room. Go take a look in the bottom drawer, under the sweaters.”

What the hell did he have planned? Why did he want you to dig through a drawer? You sighed dramatically as you got up. “What am I looking for?”

“You’ll know when you see it. Trust me.” And he was right. Exactly where he had said, under the sweaters, was a small box, about half the size of a shoebox, with your name written on it in his scrawl. 

“Roddy… what is this?”

“Just open it, baby.” 

You did as instructed, and a small chuckle escaped your lips. You hadn’t known what you expected to find in the box, but in hindsight you probably should’ve expected the sex toy that now rested in your hands. “Jesus, Roddy, you got me a vibrator? And hid it from me?”

He scoffed. “Like I don’t know about your other one. This one’s for us.”

“For us? So you want me to use it on you?”

“Eh, let’s think about that some other time. Right now I want you to use it on yourself. I made sure it’s already charged.”

“Right now? Should… should I hang up?”

“Don’t ask silly questions, baby. I want to hear every little whimper you make once you turn that thing on. I’m already rock hard thinkin about it.” 

You let out a shaky breath and blinked quickly to clear your mind. Some tiny part of your brain felt nervous about the idea of using a sex toy while someone else was listening, even if that someone else was the love of your life. But some greater part of your brain smothered that thought, because you really really wanted to do this. “Alright. Do you have a specific plan for me?”

“Hmm… well you definitely should take all your clothes off. Not just your pants; everything.” As he spoke, you did what he instructed, setting the phone on speaker mode so you’d have both hands free. “Make sure you pile up the pillows and get yourself all nice and comfy.”

“What about you? Are you all nice and comfy too?”

“Of course. I’ve had my dick in my hand this whole time, just thinking about you all naked for me. Play with your nipples, pinch them a little. Do that little thing I do that you like so much.”

You knew what he meant, and you closed your eyes to imagine it was Roddy working you over instead of your own hands. As he continued his directions, you found it increasingly difficult to resist grabbing the vibrator, but you knew that the wait would be worth it. Even being in a different city, he had you obeying his every word, completely wrapped around his finger. Exactly the way you liked it.

“Alright, princess, how about you spread those gorgeous thighs for me? Don’t do anything yet, just spread ‘em. Good girl. Now just slide one finger in, and tell me how wet you are.”

“Mmm... so wet.”

“Yeah? Good. Taste yourself for me. Lick yourself off that finger and tell me how you taste.”

You moaned as you followed his command. “Tastes so good, Roddy. I wish you were here to taste it for yourself.”

Through the speaker you heard him sharply inhale. “Fuck, me too. When I get back I’m gonna make up for all this lost time. You got your special new toy ready?”

“Mmhmm.” You didn’t trust your voice; you were too caught up in the moment to be coherent.

“Good girl. Now you can turn it on, just to the first setting.” A low buzzing sound filled the room. “Nice, baby, that’s it. Go ahead and put it on that pretty pussy. Right around your clit.” 

“Oh fuck.” The words were out before you realized it. For such an average-sized toy, it certainly had some power to it. This is just the first setting? you thought to yourself. 

Roddy’s breathing sounded shaky already. “Don’t cum without me, babe,” you admonished him. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it. I just… you sound so good, my beautiful girl. I can picture you lying there on our bed, all soaking wet for me, playing with your clit and pretending it’s me. I know you look so fucking hot like that, baby.”

His words made you whimper. The vibrator felt great, but nothing felt as right as Roddy. “You still touching yourself?” you asked, suspecting you knew the answer already.

“Had to take a break.” He let out a breathy chuckle. “Hearing my girl had me almost ready to cum all over myself. Keep going - move it around, see how it feels on every part of your pussy, tell me about it.”

One hand was still on your breast, and you kept it there while you slowly traced the vibrator along your folds, pausing to press it to your entrance. The tease of penetration combined with the vibrating silicone drew a deep moan from you as your words failed.

“Oh I like that sound. You put it in a little bit, didn’t you?” You wordlessly agreed. “Good girl. Why don’t you work it in a little more? I bet that vibration feels so good inside you.”

All sorts of salacious utterances spilled from your lips as you slid the toy into your dripping pussy, feeling every sensation that it offered you. “Babe… please…” 

“What do you need, baby? Tell me.” 

Truthfully, you didn’t even know what you were pleading for. “I just need you, baby, I need you to fuck me.” 

“I will soon, as soon as I can. You know that. Can you do something for me?”

“Anything.”

“Click the little button on that toy. Put it up to the next level.”

Although you weren’t thrusting or really moving it at all, the added intensity set you on edge. “Fuck, oh fuck, I’m so… oh my god it feels so good.”

“Good, I like hearing that.” You could tell from his quavering tone that he had taken himself in hand again, softly groaning as he spoke. “Take the vibrator out.”

You nearly froze in surprise. “What? Why?”

“Just do it.” You did. “Here’s what you’re going to do now. You’re going to use it on your clit, drive yourself insane, okay baby? And you’re gonna use your fingers inside to make yourself feel even better. Start with two fingers. Can you do that for me?”

Your own voice trembled as you responded. “Yes, daddy.” 

Fuck. You hadn’t meant to say that. It had slipped out two or three times before, and you knew he was into it, but it still felt like a new and unfamiliar step. 

“Oh fuck, sweetheart. I need to hear you say it again.”

This time you spoke with more confidence. “Yes, daddy.” 

“God, you better be fucking yourself right now, because I’m not gonna make it much longer, hearing that. You doing what I said?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Good girl. Three fingers now, okay? Three fingers for daddy.”

There were no words to describe the moan you uttered when he said that. You quickly obeyed, easily sliding a third finger into your drenched hole. With your free hand, you positioned the vibrator directly on your clit, letting it send shivering currents through your overly sensitive body. 

“You sound so sexy, baby. I’m getting so close.” You noted the changes in his breath, and knew he wasn’t exaggerating. “Get yourself there for me, I want you to cum with me.” 

“I’m… fuck I’m so close. Please.” You were all but panting into the speaker at this point, desperate for release but wanting to time it perfectly with him.

“Good girl. Make yourself cum, baby, cum for me. Cum for daddy.” He was barely able to pronounce the final word, he was so close to the precipice.

Hearing Roddy call himself daddy once more was all you needed. You cried out all manner of unholy things as an intense orgasm slammed into you. “Oh fuck daddy, I’m coming for you, fuck-”

A hoarse groan on the other end of the phone let you know that he too had reached his peak. “That’s it, baby, I’m coming for you too. I’m… fuck yeah… oh my god…”

For the next moment, the only sounds were laborious breathing and weak whimpers as you both rode out the waves of pleasure, thinking only of each other. You blindly reached out for the vibrator you had dropped in the heat of the moment, making sure to switch it off.

“I fucking love you so much, baby,” Roddy breathed into the phone. “I really do.”

“I love you too.” 

He laughed suddenly. “Best purchase ever. It felt good?”

“So fucking good,” you answered honestly, then paused. “I still miss you, though. I wish you were here.”

“Me too, baby. I’ll be back soon, though, yeah? And you can show me all your tricks with your new toy.” 

[scribensmulier]

His Melting Gaze

pairing: aaron henare x f!reader

word count: 1825

warnings: cnc, chasing, unprotected sex, creampie, degradation, name-calling ("slut" and "woman"), possessiveness, spanking, hair pulling, biting, praise, some mentions of size difference, (the start of) aftercare

*the scene described here takes place in a healthy and safe relationship where all actions have been discussed and negotiated beforehand*

the title is from a poem by the Greek poet Ibycus, which only exists as a fragment: "Once more Eros, under darkened lids, fixing me with his melting gaze, drives me with every kind of spell into the tangling nets of Kypris [Aphrodite]"

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Work is finally done for the day, so you commence your usual end-of-day routine: sitting in your car, scrolling on your phone a bit before driving home. Before you open anything else, you notice you have a text waiting from your boyfriend. 

>Make sure your doors are locked. Someone could break in.

From anyone else, in any other context, this would be a chilling message. But you and Aaron have been together a long time, and you understand what he is truly saying. He’s letting you know what he had planned for your arrival home, and wants to make sure you’re up for it. If not, you could always text back with your safeword, and the evening would continue as normal. Or, you could respond as you, in fact, choose to:

>I’ll be careful, don’t worry.

All thoughts of sifting through social media had left you upon seeing Aaron’s text. You put your phone away and take a deep grounding breath before heading home. You spend the entire drive feeling warm with anticipation, and by the time you pull into the driveway and park, you nearly run to get yourself inside - though you still take the time to remove your panties from beneath your skirt before leaving the car. 

Once you’ve closed and locked the door behind you, you know Aaron will be waiting, so you don’t bother to turn on any lights. However, you hear and see nobody, and set your bag down with a sigh before wandering through the rooms. But they’re all empty too.

You walk back to the living room, more than a little bit disappointed that he didn’t make it home in time to fulfill his promise. You try to remember what he said his plans for the day were-

The moment you step back into the living room, a large form spins you around and presses your back to the wall. There he is.

“Fuck are you smiling at, woman?”

“I- I’m not,” you stammer, remembering the role you are supposed to be playing. “Why are you in my house?”

“Because you have something I want, and you’re going to give it to me.”

“What is it?”

His eyes narrow. “Everything.” 

You tremble at the menace in his voice. No matter anything else, he’s bigger than you, and quite a lot stronger. One hand at your throat, the other pinning you to the wall, you have no hope of escaping his grip. “I don’t know what you mean.” 

“Yes you do.” Aaron grins wickedly before sliding his hand from your neck down to grope one of your breasts. 

“Stop touching me!” You shove hard against his bulk, though he barely moves.

“You’re mine,” he asserts in a low tone. “I can do whatever I want to you.” 

You try to wriggle out of his grasp, and surprisingly he lets you. Lets you, because he could easily keep you pinned in place if he wanted. But no, for some reason, he lets you free, perhaps just to see what happens. Despite the impulse, you don’t run; you only move a few feet away to put some distance between you two. 

You’re breathing heavy, your heart racing, but you can’t seem to break his gaze. He senses your hesitation and steps forward, and you back up only to find yourself against another wall. Damnit. 

“I told you,” he intones, closing the distance quicker than you expected. “You’re mine. You have nowhere to go.” He reaches out again to grab your neck, but he doesn’t grip tightly. He simply rests his hand there as his thumb traces your jawline. Applying just a bit of pressure, he suddenly presses his lips against yours, wasting no time before slipping his tongue into your mouth. For a moment, you think you should try to keep him out, but your body has other ideas and your own tongue meets his before you realize it’s happening.

Aaron makes a hungry sound into your mouth, the kiss growing more erratic with his desire. His body relaxes against yours, which gives you the opening you need to dart away.

You run off, only realizing too late that you ran down the hallway to your bedroom. Instinctively, this feels like the safest place in your home, but right now it’s also a dead end, leaving you trapped. 

You’re frozen just inside the doorway trying to come up with a plan when Aaron seems to materialize behind you, thick arms wrapping around you and swaddling you close. “There she is… you didn’t really want to get away, did you?”

“Yes I did. Yes I do!” You wrestle against his hold, but there’s no chance of getting free. You struggle to get free, but as he continues speaking, your efforts weaken. 

“No you don’t. You ran into here, where you knew I would find you and catch you. Ran right into a cage… a cage with a bed ready for us…” His breath warmed your ear as he whispered millimeters from your skin. “That’s a big bed for one lovely girl. I wonder what you do in this bed when you’re all alone. Do you touch yourself, thinking of all the people you teased during the day with this tempting body? Do you slide your fingers into yourself at the thought that someone might find you here, in this bed with all that empty space around you, and fuck you until you scream into your pillow, over and over and-”

“Stop!” you shout, trying to elbow his bulk behind you. “Stop torturing me. What do you want?”

He softly bites the nape of your neck before responding. “I told you. I want everything. I want you. And I’m going to have you.” Aaron walks you forward toward the bed, shoving you face-first onto the mattress. “Don’t you dare move.”

Despite the rush you felt, you obeyed his command. You lay on the bed, your feet hanging over the edge closest to him. He moved forward, brushing a large hand up the inside of your thigh. He lifts your skirt like it’s Christmas morning and he’s opening a present, movements heavy with anticipation yet knowing he will love whatever he sees. And he certainly does, when he sees your bare skin before him.

“Oh, you really are naughty, aren’t you? Walking around out there with no panties on like a little slut.”

“Hey!” you object, and in response he smacks you hard on the ass, making you yelp.

“Don’t interrupt me, woman. You’re lying here with your pussy out, dripping onto your bed, while a man touches you. Sounds like a slut to me. Do you know what happens to sluts like that?”

Your muscles tense, but he caresses your thighs and hips, carefully running his fingers across the red skin where he hit you. “No…” you manage to stutter out.

“The same thing that is going to happen to you. You’re going to get fucked, right here, right now. And you’re going to love it.”

“No,” you hoarsely whisper, then clear your throat and try again. “No, I’m not.”

“Really?” Aaron pushes your legs apart before running his index finger across your core. “You’re so fucking wet for me, like the slut you are. You want me to fuck you, and you want it now.” Without warning he slides his finger inside, pumping once or twice before joining it with a second finger. 

You can’t help the moans that escape your lips at the feeling of him inside you, whether or not it was your plan. You have to focus hard to not buck against him, seeking more fullness and friction. 

“That’s right, my lovely,” he whispers. “That’s what you like.” Just as suddenly as he began, he takes his fingers away before roughly shoving down his pants and underwear. If you could see behind you, you would see him already hard, fingertips gathering the precum leaking from his slit and rubbing it all over his crown. 

He pulls you roughly to the edge of the bed so that your feet rest on the ground as you’re bent over the mattress before him. With one hand on your ass, he guides his cock to your entrance, resting there to let you feel his presence before entering you. 

“You feel that, my little slut? I’m going to fuck you now, so hold on.” He pushes slowly into you, not wanting to rush despite his overwhelming lust for your body. You whimper as he fills you, your own desire easing the way. 

Once he is fully buried within you, he wastes no time before beginning a steady rhythm, fucking in and out of you with his hands gripping your hips. The feeling of his thick cock thrusting and grazing every sensitive spot in your body has you moaning into the bedspread, trying not to be loud enough to grab his attention.

Of course, he notices immediately. “That’s my good girl,” he mutters, slowing his movements to pull you up by your hair. Though his act is rough, you welcome the sharp pain as he holds you close, releasing your hair to pin you to him by a hand on your throat, his other hand keeping your lower body in place. 

Aaron begins driving into you again, and the new position is deliciously intense. It feels like he’s hammering against your g-spot with every thrust, and you’re only barely aware of the primal sounds you’re emitting as your pleasure spirals. 

You feel his lips against your neck and shoulder, covering you with brutal kisses and occasional nips while working to bring you both to fervent heights. Your hands grope behind you, seeking physical support as your legs weaken and your orgasm approaches.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck…” you begin to mutter, and Aaron understands that you’re going to cum. He doesn’t change his movements at all as you dig your nails into his thigh in an attempt to stay upright as your climax hits. He keeps you in place against him while he fucks you through the peak, only slowing once your whimpers stop and you’re panting for air.

Aaron pushes you forward onto the bed again, this time leaning over and caging you beneath him as he desperately fucks into you. He reaches his own orgasm within moments, biting your shoulder as he releases inside you. As his movements slow and then stop, he kisses across the bite mark he just made, then each of the others in turn, every gesture now full of tenderness and love.

After covering you with what never feels like enough kisses, he pulls out of you and lies on the bed, drawing you into an embrace. He continues his gentle touches while you both come down from the exertion.

“Are you alright, love?” he murmurs, combing his fingers through your hair and massaging your scalp. 

You lean into his touch as you respond. “Mmhmm, more than alright. Thank you.”

[scribensmulier]

Open-Mouthed Wonderment

gif is my own pairing: yoh x f!reader word count: 788 warnings: mutual masturbation, facial, cumplay

the title is from a poem by the Roman poet Lucretius, talking about Mars embracing Venus: "throwing back his handsome neck and gazing up at you, in open-mouthed wonderment he feasts his greedy eyes with love; and, as he reclines, his breath hangs upon your lips."

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You lay your head back on the mattress, basking in Yoh’s touch as he kneels between your legs. His lips trail along your inner thighs, fingertips just barely venturing near your core. He knows you’re already wet for him, but he’s never been one to refuse an opportunity to tease you. 

Yoh gently parts your lips before his gaze, lost in the decadent sight of your desire. He catches your eye, letting you think he’s going to finally slide his finger inside you, but instead he removes his hands from your thighs.

“No, come back,” you all but whine at him.

He shakes his head, his usual mischievous smirk on his face. “Show me what you do.”

You cock your head, not sure what he means. “What I do… when?”

“When I’m not here. Show me how you touch yourself.”

Oh. That. Your face flushes with heat. It’s not like it’s a secret that you masturbate; Yoh knows that, of course. But he also knows you’re embarrassed by the idea of explicitly describing your own practices to anyone, even him. 

He’s still smiling as he presses another kiss to your thigh, putting you at ease. You prop yourself up on some pillows and inhale deeply. One of your hands holds your breast as you slide the other hand down your abdomen.

You hear Yoh’s breath hitch when you start to circle your clit, not unlike your own breath catching in your throat. Being watched so intimately is hotter than you expected it to be. You dip your finger lower, gathering your own wetness and swirling it up around your nub. 

Yoh sits back, his dark eyes never leaving you. He had been hard before asking you to perform for him, but now he’s almost painfully so, watching the woman he loves get swept up in her own pleasure, catered exactly to what she desires. He memorizes everything, noting which movements give you a chance to catch your breath and which stir you back into a frenzy. As he watches, he almost subconsciously wraps a hand around himself, precum following his grip as he strokes from head to base and back again.

You glance over at him, not surprised to see he has joined you in self-pleasure. Watching Yoh, you understand now, that desire to watch. Even as his gaze remains focused on your center, even as he chews his lower lip at the corner when you slide two fingers into your wetness, some part of him is still fixated on chasing his own desires. Seeing him so worked up only encourages you, and you let out a not-so-soft moan as you curl your fingers to hit the right spot. 

“Keep going,” he whispers, uncharacteristically quiet for once. “Please.” 

“You too,” you respond, matching his tone.

Yoh’s hand moves more quickly, grips more firmly, and his breathing is getting ragged. He resists the impulse to close his eyes, not wanting to miss a second of his girl’s private show.

Your other hand joins the first, adding just a tiny bit of pressure to your clit at first, then rubbing more intently as you continue to finger yourself under Yoh’s watch. The added stimulation surges you closer to your peak, and Yoh is quick to notice the tiny signs that you are going to come soon.

He slows his own actions, simply holding his erection for the time being as he leans forward again and begins kissing and nipping at your thighs. That tiny bit of pain shoves you over the edge, neither hand slowing as you work yourself through your orgasm, Yoh’s mouth never leaving your flesh.

As you collapse to catch your breath, Yoh climbs over you until he is straddling your torso. Your view of his aching cock is entirely unimpeded as he returns to his stroking directly before your face. You grab onto his thighs, desperate for contact as he grits his teeth. You slip one of your hands down to fondle his balls, triggering his imminent climax. With a growl he coats your face and chest in come, throwing his head back when he has emptied himself.

He looks down at you and uses his finger to draw some of the cum on your face across your lips. You eagerly lick his finger clean, smiling back. Somehow you both start to laugh at the same moment. What had started as a slow handsy cuddle session had ended with you pressed beneath Yoh and covered in his release. 

He kisses you deeply, disregarding the mess he has left on your face. Once he slides off of you, you walk together on wobbly legs to the bathroom to clean each other up before resuming your lazy cuddling. 

[scribensmulier]

NSFW alphabet: Gabe Kidd

gif is my own

content notes: 18+; x reader (gn); alcohol; a tiny bit of mental health discussion

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

having gone through his own mental health crisis, he's hyperaware of how important it is to make sure you're both in a safe and comfortable mindset. he gets aggressive and intense in the moment, but once you're done he's always getting you water and some pillows before pulling you into his arms and talking with you (or anything else you might need or want).

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favorite part of your body is your hips. it doesn't matter to him whether your hips are slim or wide or anywhere in the middle - he loves grabbing you there and pulling you close to him, no matter where you are.

he's also a big fan of his own thighs. he works hard on his entire body, but his thighs are a point of pride (and strength).

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

he loves seeing you covered in his cum, especially when he finishes on your chest or face. he loves that visual sign that you're his.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he acts like he would never want to share you, but it's actually more of a soft limit for him. his territorial nature doesn't like the idea of someone else seeing and touching you, but sometimes he thinks about how hot it would be for someone else to join him in overwhelming you. if you ever decided to try it, though, he'd have some sort of rule - like 'no kissing the other person' or 'they don't get to go down on you' - so that there's still something that's just for him to have.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

he's had a good bit of experience, mostly hookups and casual relationships, and when you first have sex he's confident to the point of cockiness. he had every right to be so, but as your relationship advanced he had to learn that there was a lot more to master beyond vanilla sex. (he sees that as a challenge he's accepted.)

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

like it says above, he loves your hips, so his favorite position is doggy style. it gives him an excuse to grab onto you, with the added benefit of his hands being able to reach anywhere - between your legs, up to your nipples, even resting his hand on your throat.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

he's more focused and intense in the moment, and only occasionally goofy. he likes to tap into that part of him that is his kayfabe persona, which doesn't leave much space for joking around; he saves that for aftercare.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

he has the benefit of light-colored body hair, which makes it less noticeable in his mind. in general though he stays somewhat trimmed, but isn't too fussy about maintaining it, and feels the same about yours.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

even when he's intense, he's always focused on you. he doesn't go for the more traditional expressions of romance, but has his own ways of showing his love. even when the sex is more aggressive or includes degradation, he has a good feel for where the line is and how to make you feel loved within that.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

he masturbates regularly, more so when he’s on a tour and tries to get you to talk him off. nothing too notable one way or another.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

degradation; dominance; marking (especially biting you, and he likes when you bite him as well)

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

he's absolutely not picky about where he takes you. he's the type to make it his mission to fuck in every room of the house, on every surface. he's a little bit territorial so it makes him feel powerful knowing that he's had you in so many places.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

it's a cliche but when he's tipsy he gets very handsy and wants to fuck. in a sober mindset, he is very responsive to you touching him, anywhere on his body, and lingering just too long to be incidental.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he's not necessarily weirded out by it but he doesn't like anything in his ass. he'll never admit it but he does like you playing around with it, just no penetration.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

he prefers receiving but doesn't hesitate about giving as well. he likes the way you writhe when he's working you over with his mouth, which can only be beaten by the feeling of your lips around him.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

he likes switching between fast for a bit and slow for a bit. even when he goes slow, he thrusts deep, so he maintains the intensity of his movements at any pace.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

definitely a big fan. he likes the idea of you not being able to wait for later, and of you both needing each other immediately. that said, he wants the balance of also having longer sessions together, so that you never get into an overly-consistent rut.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

once you've been together a while, he gets more open to trying lots of things, but he is very clear when he isn’t feeling something. on the same lines as his awareness of mental wellness, he's not going to bother lying about whether he is or isn't into anything you may try.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

like with everyone, it depends on the day. he spends a lot of time in his own mind, so if you haven't seen each other in a bit, he's going to have himself so worked up with anticipation that it'll be a struggle to last too long. in more typical situations, though, he can pace himself well enough to last a while.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

personally he's not too into using them, on himself or on you. he has no issue with you using toys on yourself when he's not around, but when he's there he likes your attention to be fully on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he really only teases you when it’s somewhere he can’t follow through. he likes to know that you're suffering the anticipation as much as he is. otherwise he won’t do it for long because he’s too impatient, which is the same reason he doesn't like being teased too much.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

he's not terribly loud, but definitely vocal. he likes to mutter his dirty talk, letting it just flow out of his mouth for you to hear.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Gabe's hand rested securely on your hip, holding you in place astride his thighs. though you were both still clothed, there was a tipsy heat tethering you together. he held your gaze with his as he lifted the bottle of whiskey to his lips, taking a deep swallow. he passed the drink to you, and you followed suit.

you passed the whiskey back, yet your eyes never left Gabe's. he took another sip before leaning over to set the bottle somewhere stable. his hand grasped your chin, pulling you in for a kiss, and a hazy part of your mind realized he hadn't swallowed the alcohol. as your mouth met his, you parted your lips eagerly, and his tongue pushed the whiskey onto yours. the combination of burning liquor and the familiar warmth of his kiss made you feel almost dizzy. you grasped at his shirt, trying to pull him impossibly closer. the taste of the whiskey faded, but the passion between you only grew.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

around average in length, but on the thicker side

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

his drive is pretty high, especially if he’s had a lot of recent matches and can tap into that energy. he stays hyped up well after he wrestles, and likes to channel it into fucking you senseless.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 

he's absolutely exhausted afterward, but he doesn't necessarily fall asleep. he prefers just lying down and zoning out mentally (with the exception of aftercare, of course)