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scaramouche-bully · 3 years

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can i req fem!sub / if you want gender neutral is ok, about being brat on the bed? and (seperate) kaeya, diluc ,xiao &childe respond on it?

— ☆ Bratty Sub headcanons

Includes: Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, and Childe

[ Sub ] Gender-neutral reader

Contains: Bratty sub, riding, dacryphilia, humiliation, rough sex, switching, coming untouched, dirty talk, degradation, choking, slut shaming, stomach bulge, masocism, minor blood, drooling + dumfication.

— ☆ Wrecking headcanons - Childe 🐏 [ Female ]

[ masterlist ]

Apologies for the long delay. It’s been busy.

I’ve updated my rules to limit requests to two or fewer characters as to not overwhelm myself. But since this request was before the change, I will write all four. For future requesters, please stick to two characters.

— ☆ Kaeya

As soon as you talk back to him, he gives you most amused but pitiful look you’ve ever seen. He takes a moment to chuckle under his breath before he’s hoisting you up onto his lap, leaning his cheek on his hand, and gestures for you to continue.

You must think you’re so cute right now. Suddenly thinking that you’re in charge? Alright, if you want to be on top then go. He won’t do anything. Let’s see how long it’ll take for you to start whining.

He loves the flustered look you get when he suddenly gives into your demands. The brave face you try and put on as you slowly ease onto his thick cock and the frustrated whimpers you try and hide.

It’s only when you start apologizing that he disapprovingly sighs as he grips your hips, so hard that bruises will appear the next day, and slams you down on his cock.

“Talking back to me when you can’t even fuck yourself on my cock properly. What am I going to do with you?” he grunts out as your walls tighten around him and you scrabble to hold onto him, “You’re going to take every drop of my cum until your hole is stuffed got it? Aren’t I kind? Go on, thank me.”

“T-Thank..mm! Yo-You -ahh! More, ah! ” you stammer out as you claw at Kaeya’s back as he forcefully lifts you and drops you on his cock. The heavy drag of his dick against your sensitive spots is maddening that muddle your head. Every time Kaeya thrusts in you feel the breath get punched out of your lungs, the skin of your abdomen stretch and burn as you try and make room for his cock. You don’t realize that you’re crying out to him as you sob into his shoulder.

“Look at you, does that hurt? Too bad. Maybe if you didn’t act like such a brat I would be a lot nicer,” he laughs as he viciously grabs your hair and lifts your tear stained face up “Maybe I should take a picture so I can show everyone in Mondstadt what a slut you are?”

He drops your face harshly as he grips your wrists and pulls your hands behind you before he flips you both over so he’s on top of you. Your arms are at an awkward angle that strain them but when he suddenly starts pounding into you with the new leverage, whatever complaints you have are quickly replaced with moans. You mewl at the idea, your friends and family seeing how much of a wreck Kaeya can make you. It makes you burn in humiliation at the idea and you know that Kaeya would do it in a heartbeat. It’s that thought that has you cumming as Kaeya curses and buries himself as deep as he can go, painting your insides with his cum. While you’re catching your breath, Kaeya swipes at the cum that leaked out of your hole as he brings his cum stained fingers to your mouth.

“Open up,” he says, his voice sweet even as he pry’s your mouth open for you. You, naturally, bite his fingers but also lick him clean. It makes his star pupils dilate as he takes in the image before shoving his fingers into the back of your throat so you choke, “You’re so cute. It seems I have a lot to teach you about manners brat.”

— ☆ Diluc

Diluc has to deal with too many problematic issues given to him by incompetent people. It’s weeks like these when his patience runs extremely thin, even when he tries to suppress his temper.

Naturally, these are your favourite weeks to irk the man. To see just how much you can get away with and how far you can push his limits. From walking around with barely any clothes to flirting with the Knights that attend Angel Share.

Diluc is used to your...mannerisms. That is until Kaeya appears and he’s already glaring at you before you can make a move. Don’t you dare even try it unless you don’t want to walk the next day.

It takes one touch on your waist from Kaeya for Diluc to snap. He’s closing the bar early and even the drunkards can tell Diluc is pissed. Kaeya blows you a kiss and a wave over the shoulder to Diluc as he locks the door behind him.

Diluc manhandles you to the bar counter until you’re bent over with your wrists pinned behind your back. You can feel the anger radiate off Diluc as you peer over your shoulder at him. While he has a calm face, his eyes are feral as he adjusts his glove. That’s the only warning you get before he slips his hand to the front of your neck and squeezes with a vice grip.

“D-Dil-” you cough out before you’re cut with a yelp by Diluc forcefully shoving your pants down as he shoves his fingers in, gloves still on, and stretch's your hole out.

“Pathetic, you’re already this wet and I haven’t even done anything. Are you going to make a mess over my floors? You know what’ll happen if you do,” Diluc sneers as he arches your back and brings your face next to his, “Do you like being choked? Is that it? You filthy whore getting off on being used like this.”

“Hah..haha...Ka-Kaeya is nn-- oh is rough-er!” you manage to wheeze out as you stick your tongue out at Diluc. He still wears that same neutral expression but you can see something dark swirl in his eyes. He mumbles out, is that so? Before he slams you back down onto the counter top. You’re a bit dazed from the impact that you don’t hear the rustle of clothes, a belt unbuckling, before you’re being rammed into by Diluc’s cock. Your hands are scrabbling onto the countertop for some type of purchase as Diluc wastes no time and abuses your sensitive walls.

“You’re. Mine.” Each word is punctuated by a deep thrust into you, “No one can fuck you like I can. Not those useless knights. Not Kaeya. Not anyone. Got it?”

You’re dumb on the pleasure of his cock rearranging your insides that you don’t respond that Diluc clicks his tongue, bends down, and sinks his teeth into your neck. An area he knows you can’t hide with your clothes and it’s too hot to be wearing a scarf without making it obvious to what’s happening now. The burst of pain is enough to send you over the edge and orgasm on his cock. Diluc curses under his breath at your walls tightening around him as he cum inside you as he catches his breath.

“Answer me when I ask you a question.”

“Y-Yes sir...you’re the only one. Only you. Always you...”

Your words manage to sooth him a little bit but it irks him that you’re drooling all over his countertop that he just cleaned. It’s fine, he thinks, he can make you lick it up later.

— ☆ Xiao

He's a puppy that wants to impress you, but everyone has a breaking point. The constant taunting of how, despite being a powerful adepti, he can’t even pleasure a mortal in bed sends something feral inside him ablaze.

He doesn’t want to hurt you so he focuses his efforts into fucking you so good that you end up babbling praises instead. It makes him feel so warm inside when he sees your normally smug face turn dumb as you tell him he’s doing so well.

It’s the only time you can ask Xiao to be more rough with you without him worrying about breaking you. It’s so cute to you that he tries so hard that you can’t help but tease him a bit.

“Good boy Xiao. You’re doing so well,” you whisper against Xiao’s lips as you softy kiss him. You’re finally seated on his cock with his fingers are digging into your sides, strong enough to leave marks. It took a bit of coaxing from you to get Xiao to release the death grip he had on the sheets and to move his hands to your waist. If you didn’t see hand prints or bruises the next day, you were going to make this man cry. You slowly rock back and forth as you softly moan at the feeling of his cock inside you as you make small bounces.

“Don’t you feel good?” you ask as you take one of his hands off your waist and lead his fingers to your hole where you’re both connected. Lacing your fingers together as you force him to jerk off the small length of his cock that appears every bonce you make, “Come on. Go faster. Show me what an adeptus can do.”

“A-Are you sure?” Xiao stammers out as he looks up at you worried. His grip on your body slackens considerably as you sigh before cupping his cheeks.

“Xiao. Are you saying you can’t? Is it too much for someone of the adepti? What a let down you are, if you can’t do it then I’ll go find someone that cAN-!” you choke on your words as Xiao suddenly slams you on your back and drives his cock to the hilt. This time he’s taking your hand in his as he places your linked hands onto your stomach so you can feel his cock wrecking your insides through your stomach.

“W-Wait! Xiao! Ah-!”

He pulls out harshly only to slam back in desperately as he rutts against you. His cock is practically gushing pre-come as he slowly loses his sense of rhythm. A deep feral part inside him relishes in the fact that it’s his cock that makes you like this. Pupils blown wide, head thrown back, tongue lolling out. As much as it makes your entire body tremble at the onslaught of pleasure, you can’t help but let a small delirious smile appear on your face. You reach out and cling onto him, digging your nails in so deep that he bleeds, and tell him to fuck you stupid. That he’s doing such a good job and to not stop.

“I love you, I love you, I love you” he chants as he grinds his cock into you as he cums inside and fills you with his cum. The rush of warmth has you orgasming with him. Your linked hands still on your stomach where his cum paints your walls.

— ☆ Childe

He really likes switching half way during your fucking. As soon as you’ve had your fill being on top, he’s switching the roles. He might have been crying and begging you to let him cum a few seconds ago but now it’s his time to payback.

Due to the abrupt switch, you’re still high on your ride and refuse to let his child take control. He loves how feral you both get in your attempts to dominate the other.

When he finally manages to pin you down, the blood of the scratches and bite marks are still stinging but the pain get’s him rock hard. It’s like any other fight and the feeling of victory gives him a rush.

He wastes no time in pounding into you, watching you scream as you curse him out as him laughing, leaning over to kiss you as he proceeds to rail you.

He knows as soon as he kisses you, you’re biting his lips raw. The taste of blood makes him smirk against your own mouth and he feels your exasperated sigh at his kinks. It’s a small moment of respite as you both make out without trying to claw each other’s eyes out. When you finally separate for air, there’s a red line of saliva linking your mouths together that breaks when Childe sits up and wipes his mouth.

“A bit eager are we?” he taunts as his fingers run over your skin, covered in his hand prints as marks, before settling on your hip. He doesn’t need to look to know his body isn’t any different. He better hope that he doesn’t need to change his shirt in front of the anyone or else they’ll suspect he went and fought a bear again. A cruel laugh escapes you as you reach up and drag him back down to your level as you whisper in his ear.

“It’s a pity fuck Tartaglia.”

There’s a pause as Childe registers what you said before a switch flips off in his head. He lets out a low growl as he flips you onto your stomach and rams his cock into you. He relishes in the wail you let out as he grips your neck to pin your head onto the bed as he rails you into the mattress. You’re so tight around him that he has to forcefully drag his cock out just to thrust back in. He doesn’t understand how you can stay so tight even after all the rounds you both had previously.

“You, ngh--ah! b...hah...bastard!” you gasp out and you claw at the sheets as his cock fucks you so well. He slams in so deep that has you spasming with each and every thrust.

“Behave now,” he hisses out as he bites down on the back of neck as he muffles his moans as he cums inside you. Feeling him spill inside you sends a shudder of pleasure through your body that has your withering on his cock as you cum alongside him. When you’ve both caught your breath is when you elbow him in the stomach and knock him backwards so you’re back on top. He can tell you’re pissed and he’s never felt more excited.

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tteokdoroki · 3 years

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— “GOOD GIRL + KATSUKI BAKUGOU.”

author’s note(s): a self indulgent little piece i decided to make because im obsessed with bakugou, his fingers and him being a condescendingly soft dom. dedicated to my fellow bakugou bimbo @luv-dum n my honey @greenchild n thanks to big bro @husband-to-tomura-shigaraki for encouraging me!!!

warning(s): mdni, 18+. smut, soft dom!bakugou, slapping, daddy!kink,mentions of pet play + collaring, oral fixation, fem!reader.

you were such a good girl for him, weren’t you? never misbehaving or breaking any of the rules— you always served katsuki bakugou with a smile, his sweet innocent little girls who did everything that daddy told her to. there wasn’t a thing you wouldn’t do to please him, from wearing cute little outfits he can tear right off of your body to sitting on your knees— collared up and chained by the door waiting for him after a long day of work.

so who was he to not reward his sweet little girl?

“c’mon angel, tell daddy what you want.” bakugou coos, vermillion eyes lidded while he watches you struggle underneath him— your thighs are shaky around his slender waist and legs resting atop muscled shoulders from years of training. using skilled fingers, the pro hero presses harsh circles into your slick, letting them fumble against your clit.

in reality, katsuki knows you can barely find the words to respond— your brain at its fuzziest as you take everything your daddy gives to you. orgasm after orgasm, you don’t resist him as his cock hits deep within your plush, soaking walls. bakugou rolls his hips into yours slowly, basking in the way your face twitches at every movement of your bodies against one another. you were so sensitive, cunt clamping down deliciously around his tip as he pulls his hips back and pulls himself out of you— honeyed whimpers slipping from between your lips that were bitten cherry red and raw.

you’re so sensitive, so good and it’s all for him. always for him.

“ku...kugo,” you whine, eyes crossed and breath hitched. your chest rises and falls with every breathless moan you release from parted lips— almost in sync with the way your breasts bounce with katsuki’s thick, heavy girth that pounds into your puckered hole. tears fall prettily from your sparkling doe eyes, some caught in your lashes while others run tracks down the apples of your chubby cheeks in sync with your black mascara. the pro hero will never get over how lucky he is to have to sweet thing like you, his darling piece of ass to fuck and call his own.

his baby, his cock sleeve, his cute little play thing. possession burns brightly in his chest and the scarred hand that drew patterns of pleasure against your puffy clit now flies upwards and wraps tightly around your neck, the pads of bakugou’s fingers sinking into the supple skin at your throat while a primal growl sounds in the bottom of his own.

the way you squeal at the sudden pressure makes the hero dizzy, a haze settling over his dark ruby gaze while he fucks into you harder, faster— balls heavy with seed slapping against your peachy ass. “i know, baby...daddy knows,” katsuki sighs down at you softly, speaking over your mindless babbles and adorable mewls.

he lips push into a mock pout, head cocked to the side while he drives his dick into your gummy pleasure spot to see you cry. “you’re being fucked so good, right? fucked so dumb that my little baby can’t even speak?” briefly, his hand leaves your throat to pats your wet cheek, and all though your vision swims you still look up at him a dopey smile and eyes full of love. “so stupid baby, if you want something you have to ask for it, you know that.”

a feral groan leaves the blonde’s lips when you clamp down on him and your juices leak from your hole, painting his pelvis. all this and just from his words alone— your hips even lifting pathetically in an attempt to meet his fast paced thrusts. “fingers,” you cry out dumbly, on the verge of tears again. “wan’ your fingers ku, please-!”

and there it is, your sweet little plead to get what you want, even using your manners. you’re his well trained little girl, always so well behaved even when being fucked like this. grinning, bakugou releases your throat for the second time and leans down— pressing your bodies flush against one another and he’s so close that he can feel your pebbled nipples against his broad pecs. instinctively, like the well trained pet you are, you tilt your head up ready to receive another kiss— mind fogging up at the thought of your tongues clashing once more.

but instead, pro hero dynamight pulls down on your bottom lip— dripping a glob of spit between your parted lips before forcing two of his digits into your heated mouth. “is that what you wanted?” he murmurs, watching as your eyes light up and your cunt starts to ooze more of your sweet nectar. “yeah, you fuckin’like that don’cha baby? all the dumb little girl wanted was daddy’s fingers to fuckin’ suck on. yer s’cute, princess.”

you look so pleased, so pacified as you suck diligently on bakugou’s fingers. taking them in greedily while your eager hole grips his cock for all his worth. with fluttering eyes and lashes that tickle your cheeks, you nod your head obediently, whining when your daddy presses down on your sweet tongue. the sight alone could be enough to make the man cum, paint your insides with white and claim your cunt as his but instead, he fucks your mouth in sync with the pace of his cock— pulling out every once in a while to tap his leaking head against your puffy clit and watch you squirm.

and you’d take it, all of it, because you were katsuki bakugou’s good little girl and you would do anything to stay good for him.

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djarinsbeskar · 3 years

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Busting into your ask box to share some...

I forgot what I was saying. Something about “broad.”

Well, my love, I take no responsibilities for my actions here on out—my brain and all sense were destroyed earlier in the day because of this ask.

What did we say Din embodies? Large and in charge? Oh, he most certainly does.

He’s a solitary man, Din—used to being answerable to only himself. It’s not an easy habit to break, living by your own set of rules and not having to consider anyone else. But he tries for you, of course he does. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t slip back into his old ways sometimes…

There was that one time you thought you could bait a quarry...

Din had flatly refused to consider the idea, there was no way—no fucking way he was letting you do it. Not only was Din massively territorial – the mere idea of some lecherous criminal putting his hands anywhere near you setting his blood to boil – but you had been in danger once before because of him, and it still left a bad taste in his mouth whenever he thought about it.

But fuck, this asshole was as slippery as they came. Eyes and ears everywhere—this was the fourth planet Din had chased them to. The piece of bantha shit always had an escape route, always escaped the minute Din entered one of the shady cantinas he favoured. He’d rather break his streak of capturing every bounty though, than put you in his line of sight.

He told you as much, felt a swell of pride at the colour it brought to your cheeks and the speechlessness it inspired.

But he mistook your shocked silence as agreement.

He was wrong.

You were sick of Din being in such a rotten mood because of the wild goose chase this quarry had led him on. You were wasting time parsec-hopping and the sheer price of fuel to fund such a chase was beginning to make this contract onerous. But more than anything, Din Djarin hated losing.

He was crankier, surly in his impatience while you travelled through hyperspace to follow the tracking fob. You were quiet frankly, over it. You knew from the minimal information he had dropped whenever he returned, empty-handed and frustrated—that the quarry had a fondness for women, could be tempted to linger longer than he would usually deem safe if he had the attention of a pretty one.

It was reasonable then that you offered, and Din hadn’t even considered it.

More the fool him, you thought.

So, when he saw you… gorgeous and alone at the bar of the cantina, the very bounty he had spent two months hunting slithering from the shadows to sidle up to you plain as day, his jaw had dropped from his own shadowy cover when he saw the quarry had only come closer because of the delicate crook of your finger.

Din swallowed.

He knew you intimately enough to know what real desire looked like clouding those intelligent eyes, but even still, the sultry droop of your lids—the parting of those lips he dreamt about all over his body, it made red fill his gaze and blood roar in his ears.

You were his.

And when the bastard dared to run an unwelcome hand far too low on your back, he was behind you. He didn’t miss the lack of surprise in your expression, nor the true darkening of your gaze as he towered over you both, his bulk blocking any other view but him.

His helmet was tipped towards you.

He didn’t even look as he pulled his blaster out to shoot the bounty as he retreated, collapsing in a heap in the middle of the cantina. Dead or alive had never been a sweeter deal, even for less pay.

“Man—”

“Anyone touches that body, I’ll know,” he snarled at the barkeep, who startled and was quick to nod despite looking as menacing as any of the clientele the place was known for.

“Mando—”

He didn’t let you finish, again. Instead, he grabbed you by the arm tight and dragged you outside--- the monsoon like rain instantly drenching you and bouncing off Din’s armour, the slight tinkling sound drowned out by the sheer heaviness of the rain itself.

No one sane was out in this weather, holing up inside until it passed as it was wont to do—pouring quick and intense. Only you two.

So when he pulled you off the path into the alley beside the cantina, you were already soaked, the tepid rain cooling you and making you shiver before a thigh slammed between you thighs and unforgiving beskar pressed firm against your core.

“What did I tell you on the ship?” he growled, a hand closing around jaw hard, tipping your head up far enough to look at him, “You’re a smart girl, don’t tell me you forgot?”

Your hands – still mercifully left free – tangled in the cowl of his cape as you fought his dominance, even when you both knew you loved it, “I got results, what does it matter?”

A thrill of arousal soaked your underwear further at the feral noise that bubbled deep in his chest, the sudden sting of his hand coming down on your ass making you gasp before the pleasurable ache that followed had you rocking on his thigh subconsciously,

“You forget who the fucking bounty hunter is here along with your manners, kitten?” he pulled his hand back from where it kneaded your ass to spank you again-- pushing you further up his thigh with the force of it, the sound lost in the roar of rain that still spilled from above. This time, you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped you.

“On your knees then,” he muttered darkly, releasing your jaw to drag his hand down your throat—pausing, pressing just slightly to feel the swallow you took, “put your mouth to use if you’re not going to answer.”

You couldn’t have refused him if you tried, the primal urge to roll over—to submit to him overwhelming you along with the strength of his thigh beneath you and the power that radiated from his chest under your hands. Your knees hit the ground easily, eyes hazy with lust as you looked up at him—hands greedy as they made to undo his fly.

But Din wasn’t playing fair today, no--- you had undermined him, gone behind his back, put yourself in danger. And by Malachor, he was going to make sure you never did it again.

He swatted your hands away with a rumbled, “hands behind your back, kitten,” and once they were secure, he undid his fly himself, releasing his painfully hard cock and stroked it in front of your face for a few moments until he heard you whine his name,

“Open.”

You kept your eyes on his visor the entire time, stubbornly trying to maintain the smallest bit of control over the situation even as your lips parted, and your mouth opened for the leaking head to settle heavy on your tongue.

You sucked his cock the way he directed you to, silently thrilled at the commanding tone and immovable control he exerted,

“I said no hands, kitten--- don’t even think about touching yourself…”

“That’s it… that’s it, you can take more---”

“There’s my good girl, it’s not to hard to listen to orders, is it?”

You mewled around the throbbing length of him, nails digging into your palms to control your gag reflex as he pushed against the back of your throat but the unhinged moan he released because of it made every tear that blurred your vision worth it. You swallowed around him and he tightened his hand in your hair,

“Fuck… fuck, so good…” his head fell back on his shoulders, the expanse of his neck seal—fitted tight around the thick tendons and tanned skin you knew was hidden beneath made you whimper and rub your thighs together, desperate for him in a deliciously edged way you hadn’t experienced before.

He was being selfish, to prove a point—but beyond the point he wanted to prove, it was turning you on.

He didn’t warn you when he was about to cum, instead taking you off guard as he filled your mouth with a rasp of your name—your surprised noise smothered by his cock before you greedily swallowed down everything he had, your tongue working over his sensitive head when he withdrew enough to give you air.

You actually whined when he pulled back completely—wanting him back again already.

Din chuckled, husky and low and beautiful in its timbre as he braced his forearm against the wall above you, his free hand cupping the back of your head significantly more gently to coax you up where he pressed his helmet to your forehead, a gloved finger brushing the side of your mouth where some of his release had escaped.

You looked wrecked, and he hadn’t even touched you—that alone satisfied the beast inside him that growled to take you, mark you, conquer you. For now.

“Do not go against my decision again,” he cupped your cheek, infinitely comforting and expressing far more than his words ever could, “not about bounties, understand?”

You didn’t like being told what to do—at least, not always. But you knew he spoke from a place of care, so you nodded, giving in at least about this, everything else? Well, he had known you long enough to know that wasn’t going to happen.

He seemed satisfied nonetheless, “Good. Now, help me drag this piece of bantha shit back to the ship. We have a long night ahead of us, kitten.”

You blinked owlishly at him, and you could hear the smirk in his voice as his hand tightened possessively at the back of your neck,

“I still think you need a few lessons about just who is in charge here.”

#ren the fiend #i blacked out for twenty minutes and this happened #the man has that effect on my #pocket wives assemble #din djarin x reader #din djarin smut #the-ginger-hedge-witch

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moonlit-jeno · 4 years

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[10:26pm] Mark’s head falls back and hits the wall with a thud. You look up at him with wide eyes and go to pull off of his cock to check if he’s okay, but his hand shoots down to your head and forces you to take more of him in your mouth. You gag, convulsing around his length as he hits the back of your throat, but all Mark does is groan. It surprises you, seeing your normally mild-mannered boyfriend like this, but it only serves to turn you on more.

“Fuck,” He sighs, the word drawn out in a long breath. “God baby, you’re good at this.”

His eyes are closed, brows furrowed and face scrunched in pleasure. There’s the flash of his tongue as he licks his lips, teeth sinking into the plushness before he lets his jaw drop open to release a flood of moans. “Yeah, shittttt. Keep going,” Mark doesn’t give you much freedom to move, using the hand in your hair to keep you in place, grinding his hips forward in circles. You use your tongue as much as you can, sucking and licking at his cock, moaning at how the weight of it feels in your mouth. “So good.”

Neither of your hands are doing anything useful so you let one slide down your body and into your pants. You find yourself soaking wet and you jolt as you press your finger against your clit, whining around Mark’s cock. His eyes open to see what made you moan and- oh, he likes what he sees.

His groan is nearly feral, his grip tightening in your hair so much that it makes you whimper with pain. Not that he notices. No, his eyes are glued on where you’re dipping two fingers into your cunt, your knees sliding wider on the cold marble floor to give yourself more access.

“God, you’re such a slut.” Mark moans. His words shock you, but not as much as the crackle of electricity that runs through you. “Sucking my cock while fucking yourself on your fingers? You’re so fucking dirty.”

Mark’s always so good. Always polite, smiling, even tempered. Never, never have you heard him talk like this.

You love it.

“God baby, ‘m gonna come.” Mark mumbles, raising his voice to add: “You hear that? You’re gonna make me fucking come,” Then, in the most shocking part of the night, he pulls his hand back and slaps you.

It drags a muffled cry out of the back of your throat and you choke on him again, tears spilling down your cheeks. It’s not like he hit you hard, just a light slap, but it makes you clench around your own fingers. Your cheek tingles and you wish he would do it again.

Timidly, you reach for his hand, pulling it back to your cheek. He watches you with dark eyes, stroking his thumb over your skin before smirking. “Baby likes that, huh? Want me to hit you again?”

You nod as best you can, closing your eyes in preparation. He doesn’t disappoint.

Another moan leaves you and Mark swears, pushing you off of his cock and jerking himself with a fast hand, throwing his head back and painting your face white with his come.

Some of it lands on your lips, some on your cheeks. There’s definitely some in your hair, sticking the strands to your forehead. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out to catch some of it, licking it off of your face.

Your head spins and you feel dizzy with arousal, drunk off of his cock. Mark grins as you work yourself faster, harder. It’s nearly painful how close you are and you’re nearly shaking with desperation, bouncing up and down as you fuck yourself on your digits.

“Beautiful.” Mark mumbles, wiping some of his come off of your face with his thumb. He sticks the digit past your lips and you suck on it, moaning at the taste, the feel. “It’s your turn, baby. You made me feel good, now you get to be a good slut and come.”

Maybe it’s his words, maybe it’s the way his thumb presses down on your tongue and makes you gag, or the dark look in his eyes as he stares down at you. Whatever it is has your eyes rolling back, whimpering pitifully as you come, fucking yourself desperately to draw out your orgasm.

You pitch forward when you’re done, forehead resting against Mark’s thigh. He catches you- of course he does, stroking your hair to help you come down. It takes longer than normal, your head feeling light, your limbs feeling weak. You swirl your finger around your entrance and shudder at the oversensitivity.

Mark helps you up, lifting you onto the sink when he notices how shaky you are. You accidentally kick him in the shin but it’s so weak that he doesn’t even notice.

He wets a washcloth and gently wipes your face down, somehow managing to avoid looking at you the entire time. You frown.

“Mark, what’s wrong? Was it not good?” You try not to let the insecurity bleed into your voice, but his demeanor is so stiff and uncomfortable that it’s hard not to.

Your boyfriend freezes, lifting his doe eyes to meet your own. “No! No, it was great! You’re great.” He looks down for a moment before realizing that he’s staring directly at your pussy. His face is red when he lifts his head again. “I just- I slapped you, y/n. I don’t know what got into me, I’m so sorry.”

He looks like he’s about to cry. You wrap your arms around him. “Don’t apologize! Baby, it’s fine. I liked it.”

Mark pulls back to look you in the eyes. His eyebrows are at his hairline. “Are you sure? I called you so many bad names...”

You nod, smiling faintly as you play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I’m sure.” You pull him in for a kiss. “But we should get back. We’ve been ‘finding my phone charger’ for about 20 minutes now.”

You hop down from the sink and land on his foot. Mark makes a noise between a laugh and a whine and sounds like a demon. You cackle.

The living room is empty when you get there, the only evidence that your friends were ever there is a note from Yuta. The only thing written on the paper is a winky face.

#mark smut #mark lee smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #superm smut #nct u smut #i want him to step on me #hes so hot its unfair #god i cant believe im a mark stan now

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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For the meet ugly prompts, 02 indruck?

Here you go! I went SFW on this one and interpreted the prompt kind of broadly. It's set in the same world as this Sternclay prompt

Fun fact: there is a fire lookout in the Monogahela, but the structure I describe is based on more elaborate ones elsewhere

02. I bought a house three months ago but I’m finally moving in and discover you’ve been squatting because you’re homeless

Only in Duck’s life would “dream job” and “months alone in the woods” be equivalent.

The Bickle Nob Fire Lookout is a coveted position, and Duck is pretty fucking flattered they chose him as the ranger for July and August. He took the high clearance off-roader to get here, he’s got his bags full of everything he needs not to die of boredom (or anything else) and his schedule of supply drops. He’s as ready as can be and so fucking excited when he opens the door of the wide-windowed cabin.

Then he jumps back, startled to find a skinny, silver-haired man asleep on the floor.

“Uh, sir? This site is off-limits to visitors.”

The man wakes up in a series of catastrophic movements; he bangs into the wall, tangles in his blanket, and nearly stumbles out the window when he manages to stand.

“I, I’m sorry, I didn’t foresee anyone coming here.”

“Department spent all of June arguin’ about whether it was worth allocatin funds for this, so that’s why the place was empty. Fire up North two weeks ago scared ‘em enough to send me up here.” Duck explains with a casual smile; after all, even if he’s way off the trail, there’s no reason to assume this guy is out to cause trouble, “if you got lost hikin, I’m happy to radio down and ask for someone to come get you and take you back to your camp.”

“Nono, I, ah, I’m not lost. One needs to have a destination to be lost.”

“O-kay. Uh, well, whatever you’re lookin for, I’m afraid this ain’t it. This buildin is for the fire lookout only.”

“I promise I’ll be very unobtrusive. I even have my own supplies, you won’t have to worry about me in the slightest.” The man smiles,opening one of his two bags to show it crammed with shiny packets of food.

Duck shakes his head, “Can’t do it, sorry. I’m serious though, if you need a ride into town I can get a hold of someone who can help. Maybe, uh, you could find whatever you’re lookin for there?”

“No” the man sags, but begins zipping up his bags, “I do not think I will find it there. I am sorry for intruding.” He steps out the door, turning towards the deeper woods on the western slope.

“You need a map?” Duck calls. The man doesn’t so much as look over his shoulder.

Duck unpacks as much as he can, checks the weather station and notes the readings suggest those thunderheads on the far horizon are coming his way. By dinnertime, they’re right on top of him, rain pattering on the roof and thunder rattling the windows. He’s scanning the trees when he spots a metallic flash, not of lightning but of silver hair. His mystery visitor is huddled under a tree, wind forcing the hood of his raincoat back over and over again.

The rules and regulations in the forest are there to keep the environment and visitors safe. If something doesn’t violate those basic requirements, Duck sees no reason not to bend them.

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“I really cannot stress how grateful I am that you allowed me back in.” The visitor, who introduced himself as Indrid, finishes packing their scant trash into the can, “I promise that as soon as the storm passes I’ll leave you be.”

“Yeah, about that.” Duck scratches the back of his neck, “you really don’t got anywhere to call home, do you?”

Indrid opens his mouth. Duck stares, pointedly, at the holes in his white shirt and the worn shoes sticking out from frayed jeans.

“....No, I do not.”

“In that case, you stay here the next two months, on two conditions: one, you don’t get in the way of me doin what I’m here to do. Two, you don’t tell anyone I let you do this. Deal?”

“Yes, yes absolutely” Indrid shakes his hand, bouncing up and down a bit, “thank you so much. You will barely know I’m here.”

This turns out to be completely true and utterly false.

Indrid does keep to himself most of the day; he draws, reads, lays in the sun outside the cabin and generally stays out of Ducks way while he’s working. But he’s also the person who sits and jokes with him during meals, who eagerly follows Duck’s hand when he points out interesting birds or plants, and watches intently when Duck reads his instruments.

He never thought he could live in a fifteen by fifteen foot space with another person and not have a full head of grey by the end of it. Indrid Cold is the exception that proves the rule, Duck certain he’ll never be able to be cooped up with anyone but Indrid ever again.

It helps that he still gets his quiet time; Indrid will got out for walks, even watches for smoke so Duck can do the same. They use the wild foraging guide and Duck’s knowledge of local plants to bring back extra food. Indrid was particularly pleased when he located some wild blackberries. When Duck reminded him to watch out for bears near the berry patch, Indrid simply smirked and said there was only one bear on the mountain who could get him.

Duck’s daydreaming of what Indrid might do if caught on his way back from a dusk walk. And, more urgently, how he can convince Indrid that he wants to sleep outside tomorrow night. So it takes two tries of the front door before he notices it’s locked.

“Indrid?” he knocks, “you in there?” Stepping back, he finds the windows hastily covered by his bedsheets and blankets. He knocks harder, “that’s real fuckin dangerous, if there’s a fire we won’t see it. ‘Drid! Open the damn door!”

He continues banging, unanswered, as the moon--two days from full--rises above.

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Indrid covers his ears to block out Duck’s increasingly worried shouts from outside. This is the right choice, the best of a bad bunch; it will keep Duck and anyone else nearby safe. The ranger will probably turn him away come morning, rightly furious at his irrationality. Indrid resolves not to argue with him; he’ll slink back into the trees, just like he did the last time someone threw him out for his transgressions.

It starts in his chest, his heartbeat climbing to marathon speeds in spite of him holding still. Then his skin prickles, silver hair sprouting from every follicle, followed by his back bowing in pain and his jaw elongating with a crack. From there the adrenaline kicks in, flooding his body so the transformation doesn’t render him unconscious (and therefore helpless) with pain. When next he raises his head, a werewolf with glowing, red eyes looks back at him from the darkened windows.

Beyond the covered windows, someone howls. Then he scents it, another of his kind coming dangerously close. He has to go out, he can’t leave Duck out there with something that will rip him apart, surely he likes the human enough for his mind to see him as a friend, not prey-

CRACK

The door splinters off its hinges; he growls, ready to defend his home. A deeper growl answers him as a larger wolf, black-furred and yellow eyed, stalks across the threshold.

“What. the. Fuck?” the newcomer snaps, “I told you, you can only stay if you don’t fuck up my work and locking me out comes real fuckin close to that!”

He cocks his head “Duck?”

“No, I’m the fuckin president of the united states.”

“I, I’m so sorry.” Indrid drops to all fours, then flattens to his belly just to be safe, “I didn’t know, I just wanted to be sure I wouldn’t hurt you.”

Duck points to the broken door, “you coulda just done that from the opposite side and I woulda been dinner.”

“No I, I know that if I confine myself I tend to be...calmer. I don’t get overstimulated and then agitated.”

“You coulda just told me. Lockin me out is real rude.”

Indrid whines, crawls close enough to nose at him.

“You don’t gotta do that; I ain't assertin dominance or some shit, I’m just a little annoyed.”

He whines again, “please don’t make me leave.”

“I won’t.” Duck’s voice turns softer.

“And you will not get angry at me for not being appropriately grateful for your leniency?”

Duck frowns, “Aw jesus, did you come from one of those old-school packs?

“Yes” Indrid grumbles, hating himself for how easily he fell into manners he loathes, how deep the teachings of his home run.

Duck eases him up so they’re both sitting, then noses the side of his face, “We don't do that around here. Least, I don't. I don’t spend a ton of time with most of the other Weres when they’re wolfed-out, but they ain’t big on tradition and hierarchy the rest of the time.”

“Ah. That’s, that’s good.”

The other Were stretches, stands and pads about the room, removing the make-shift curtains, “You gotta teach me how you’re so fuckin accurate on when the moon is full enough to make us shift whether or not we want to; I thought I had a day left. I, uh, I was gonna ask you to sleep in here while I ‘slept under the stars’ so you wouldn’t know.”

“You’re not afraid of hurting someone?”

“Nah, especially not this far out. Sometimes I hunt deer, but whatever strain of this I got doesn’t go feral unless some shit goes majorly wrong.” He drops the blankets on the floor, “don’t know about you, but I don’t feel like huntin tonight. Or stargazin. I’m beat from work.”

“Agreed. Transforming against my will always makes me tired.”

Duck lays down on the floor,yawns, “In that case: sleep tight ‘Drid.”

Indrid tries to do just that. But every time he catches Duck’s scent he wishes he could move closer to him, then remembers that would be rude, and continues in that back and forth until he’s wide awake. It doesn’t help that his Were form runs cold; he’s shivering in spite of it still being close to eighty degrees.

His ears flick at Duck’s footfalls. Then a warm, bulky frame curls around his freezing, lanky one.

“This okay?” Duck carefully drapes an arm over him.

Indrid sighs, feeling safer than he has in a year, “better than.”

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“I’m a seer.”

Duck looks up from his breakfast, mouth full but question clear.

“Last night, you asked me how I knew we’d transform. Seeing the future makes it rather easy.”

“Damn, that does sound handy.”

“In many ways it is. Though it carries some, ah, some downsides.” Indrid steers his thoughts towards safer paths, “If you’d like, I could use it to help you with the fire lookout.”

The ranger grins, the expression twice as warm as his fur the night before, “That’d be fuckin great.”

Indrid smiles back, keeps his eyes on the windows so as not to look longingly back at the rumpled sheets. They awoke this morning in a heap, Duck’s modesty preserved only by a blanket and Indrid’s hair stuck in all directions. He’d been ready to apologize for not moving away before dawn, but Duck simply reached out, stroked his hair down, and asked if he wanted coffee.

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“You’re right, you can see more animals this way.” They’re perched, fully transformed, on the rocks outside the cabin. Indrid knows how to use his night vision for hunting, but Duck is teaching him how to use it for more peaceful matters.

“Yeah, long as you stay put most animals get up the nerve to nose around some.”

They’d transformed side by side, Duck banging his head in the process. Indrid licked near the bruise and made soothing, sympathetic sounds when Duck whined and cursed his luck. Back home, being demonstrative was frowned upon; here, Duck seems to always be casually bumping their bodies together.

When they go to bed several hours after moonrise, they curl up side by side without hesitation. It’s so very easy to tune out his visions when Duck is near and Indrid falls asleep while the ranger is still whispering about the birds they can hear.

He wakes up an hour later in a panic, disasters of visions past tearing through his mind.

“‘Drid? What’s wrong?” Duck noses the base of his neck.

“Nothing. Just a bad dream.” He closes his eyes, tries to focus on Duck’s scent, his breath, the wind in the trees, but still the ghosts of his memories lurk in the corners of his vision.

“Can I try somethin?” Duck murmurs. Indrid thought he’d gone back to sleep.

“Of course.”

Teeth tenderly and ever so carefully clamp the fur and skin of his neck. He goes limp in one breath. He was high status enough that no one ever did this to him, but goodness does he wish they had

The ranger let’s go, “Do I need to do it again?”

“Please.”

Duck obliges and Indrid whimpers, melting shamelessly in his arms.

“Thank you. I think I can sleep now.”

“Any time, ‘Drid. Uh, before you, uh, go to sleep there’s somethin I wanna ask you. Since you need a place to stay, do you, uh, wanna stay with me? In Kepler.”

“You’d really like that? You, if this is out of pity-”

“It ain’t.”

There were no futures where it was. Indrid wanted to hear the words all the same.

“Besides” Duck nuzzles him, “we already know we make damn good roommates.”

Indrid can’t help it; he howls, brief and joyful, safe in the knowledge that Duck will be ready with a laugh and a kiss in reply.

#indruck #indrid cold/ duck newton #meet ugly #taz amnesty #werewolf au

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iamnightduchess · 3 years

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As You Are - Special Chapter (R18) : Perfect Storm

Chapter summary:

The ethereal vision that greeted his eyes upon entry should be that of one of the forbidden sins in the history of humankind. She was even more breathtakingly beautiful in her purest form - scars and marks, imperfections and all.

Like the cracks on an unbreakable golden chalice.

He was the luckiest son of a gun to be the first to drink from said chalice and it made the wine tasted even sweeter. He could get drunk or get high on this woman for all eternity.

Reiner realizes he might have just unleashed an unstoppable storm when he drank from her chalice. He’d known she'd become an inescapable addiction upon first taste, the way he would be hers. He’ll get her so high, she’ll never come back down anymore. It’s a perfect extrication.

Well, you’ll never get to heaven if you’re scared of getting high.

Pure smut. A 10k special Thank You insert. Available on AO3.

A/N: This chapter is a special insert as an appreciation to my beautiful readers for their amazing support in helping me achieve my second personal writing milestone - 10k hits! It’s beyond my wildest dreams ever. Thank you so much, guys! This is also my personal belated birthday present for Mikasa on 10 February (and Reiner’s VA ;D) and an early Valentine’s gift to my beloved OTP and to you guys. Happy Valentine’s Day!

Content note: Pure smut in its truest explicit nature. No plot advancement. Just a good ol’ short chapter of ReiKasa dicking it out in the showers, discovering more of each other and a post-coital small talk on Reiner’s personal choice of drawers. Or lack of it. Who says Reiner is not taking their baby making efforts seriously? Takes place in ch.12 of As You Are.

Rhythmic muse: High by Alina Baraz.

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Take me deep into your mind...we can get away…

As You Are

Special Chapter

Perfect Storm

Reiner closed the distance that stood between the bed and the bathroom in three long, hurried strides. He couldn’t be bothered with fixing his yukata; he let the shift hang open, letting himself hang out in the open. The sounds of the morning storm and early rolling thunder in the far horizon had been almost deafening, only several knots away from being too close to their fleet. The breeze slipping through the opened windows grazed against his nude torso in a prickling coldness. The second he stopped short in front of the steel arc of the bathroom door, he remained still.

His eyes glazed over the statuesque figure standing underneath the pouring shower, covered by only skin - porcelain, smooth, inviting. Sounds of the raging storm outside only emphasized more of this mystifying woman's beauty in its natural state, no different than a tantalizing spell cast by nature itself. The steam evaporating from the showerhead formed a curious, enticing silhouette around her body. His eyes lingered fondly at the way she closed her eyes in bliss under the long steady streams of hot water flowing down those supple skin, tinting her lusciousness raw with a delectable blush. Serene, lost in her own tranquil space.

Apart from bearing the reddening imprints that he’d left on her long slender neck from their lovemaking much earlier, between the enticing lines of her svelte curves and enticing edges, her creamy skin wore numerous dark marks and scars with their respective stories - ones that he was very aware of mostly. Long-term ODM usage would be responsible for most of them.

Others?

They were beckoning him to seek out the answers.

Just half an hour earlier, his body took hers for the first time. Reiner tasted heaven when she reeled him in to the deepest, most sacred part of her. With every pull and every push, he could feel himself unburdened everytime their hips met.

Lighter and unshackled.

Liberated and wanted.

Desired and needed.

The water flowed down her face and he found himself becoming envious of the way the warm liquid gets to lave at those long lashes, the sharp outline of her nose and her lips in a soft translucent caress.

He had all of her and he was left wanting more.

Reiner shrugged the night shift off his shoulders without any hesitation and stepped into the bathroom. A small marble tub, almost full to the brim, sat at the farthest corner of the room just next to an old gold-framed wall mirror which appeared to be more relic than vanity. In the dim lighting of the clouded sun peeking through the windows, the steaming water looked absolutely inviting.

A sigh escaped his lips. He could really use a good, long soak right now.

A low, guarded moan pulled his attention back to the now flushing body underneath the flowing water. He ran his tongue against his thin lips impulsively at the visual stimulation; she was as vivid, tempting, no different than a marble carved into perfection. All hard and muscled exterior, safeguarding the soft centre within. Painted with dark marks of bruises and battle scars of untold histories - a privilege he no longer had since the moment he inherited his Titan powers at the age of eleven. But she wore them naturally with effortless pride. Priceless yet they're worth more than some steel medal of honors he’d seen the men in Marley’s military fought to the death for.

Reiner closed the distance between them, stopping just in front of her with their bodies almost grazing. She opened her eyes, those anxious gunmetal irises in between the flowing water somehow confided that just like him, she’d never been this exposed; naked and vulnerable in front of another person in her whole entire life before. He saw the way she crossed her arms against her chest and the juncture of her thighs in uncertainty, conscious and suddenly feeling the need to cover herself even when he’d seen almost all of her much earlier.

He lifted her chin with a delicate touch. The pad of his thumb began to caress the outline of her lush pursed lips before tugging her lower lip gently, savoring the sensuous way her breath felt against his skin and the feral manner she bit at his fingertip.

His member twitched in reflex upon the sudden stimulation, threatening to break his own self restraint.

He grinned regardless. Apparently, he’s not the only biter in this marriage and that realization only got him being turned on more than ever before. Eager to find out just how much more wicked she could be. Just how much more of him she’d bite.

Reiner nudged her arms away from her chest gently, marveling as the perky globes bounced softly from the slight movement and finding himself staring far too long in amazement at the tempting blush on her face leading all the way down her drenched neck and to her chest. His hands began to knead the sculpted packs on her abdomen instead, touching a much larger discolored mark encircling her under chest, that resembled the shape of a large incomplete strap that was far too large to be from the ODM gear.

He couldn't help but wonder. "How did you get this?" His hands continued rubbing against the mark that stood out so painfully amongst her pale, milky complexion.

She swallowed bitterly, her expression darkened as a wave of recollection began to resurface. "The day you and Bertholdt tried to take Eren, I had been reckless. I was too focused on saving Eren from your titan's clutch that I was grabbed by a pure titan from behind. It broke my ribs immediately and I might have died that day if it wasn't for Jean's help." From the way she winced, it made him understand that the mark remained capable of inciting an unpleasant phantom pain upon reminiscence even years after it happened. She conceded to her own insecurity, reaffirming his perception. "It's ugly. I hated seeing it every time I looked at the mirror."

It was him, his ignorance and his selfishness who had indirectly caused that mark and left her with a painful reminder that she could never get rid of from her body.

His first mark on her body ever.

Reiner gritted his teeth in tremendous guilt and frustration. God, he didn’t know. It must have been extremely excruciating for her. He immediately lowered himself downwards with his knees rooted onto the cold bathroom floor, causing her to gasp and eyes to widen in surprise. Grabbing her on the curves of her waist, he looked up and sent her a grave look of regret. “I’m so sorry for all that I’ve done to you. All the pain that I’ve caused….” His apology manifested itself through a morose whisper. The warm of his breath, the tantalizing graze of his coarse facial hair and the light brushing of his lips against her taut skin sent the rippling muscles of her abdomen jumping in an enticing jolt. He could feel her hands grabbing the back of his head gingerly, fingers gripping his now wet tresses, her calm breaths getting heavier yet he didn't do anything further than burying his face against her torso even when his lips were already close to her mound. “Don’t hate the mark. Hate me. I did that to you.”

“No. I won’t.” Mikasa shook her head, dismissing the absurdity in his plea.

She thinks the mark is hideous yet not even once, ever held him accountable for it.

It only made her even more exquisite in his eyes. He implored, “Anything on you or what you are would never not be beautiful to me.”

They both remained still in that quiet moment, losing themselves in their own intimate sanctuary. Only the sound of running water and the steady storm outside accompanied their mutual embrace of the other's past sins, repercussions and acceptance of each other's flaws and imperfections.

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Mikasa pushed Reiner’s rock hard body against the cold bathroom wall using her own as their lips once again tried to wrestle each other out of an imbalance between air, warmth and rapture using their tongues and teeth. Torsos and limbs brushing up against each other, his larger hands grabbed the supple exterior of her derriere, cupping and squeezing them raw with his palms - he could even write his name on the supple skin using his finger nails. He pressed inwards so that their hips grinded tantalizingly against each other in a torturous friction. His member then jerked upwards into a semi-hardening state from feeling her on him alone. He breathed her in; her signature scent was already bathing his skin and his body already stained by her warmth.

Mikasa pulled away from the kiss and gazed deep into his eyes. While he took advantage of the immediate breather to touch the tip of his nose against her own, causing the corners of her lips to curve upwards into a tiny, shy smile.

He'd only ever dreamed of being in heaven but if this feels like being in one, then he’d rather stay like this with her forever. His hands fiddled around the curves of her waist, squeezing the willowy contour passionately, loving the feel of her soft wet skin in his hands.

Her fingertips kept on trailing along the column of his neck, grabbing gently at his nape before settling on his shoulders, gripping carefully at the juncture of his limbs to soothe the strained muscle knots she’d discovered there. Her dominant hand later began trailing along his sternum, a finger drawing a straight, tantalizing line down his chest. Through every inch of skin that she touched, he could sense a tiny spark pulsing through his veins, reawakening the already satiated lust within.

A small hiss escaped through his gritted teeth the second her roughened palms caressed his chest with languid but precise circular motions. He observed the way her thumbs traced unhurried circles against the second most sensitive spots on his body and the way the muscles of his own pectorals and abs jumped in reflex from her touch.

Reiner let out a long languid whimper upon the sudden exhilaration. Mirroring her actions, a hand moved upwards from the rounded mound of her ass along her spine teasingly before curving sideways. His large palm seized one of her porcelain globes in his hold and he pressed on the dusky nub using his thumb, rubbing the hardened tip with the cautious of touch. Nibbling tenderly on her cheek, his question came out in a low, shaky drawling against her ears. “Mikasa...how do you want me to touch you...fast or slow….?”

Her answer came in the lowest, deepest whimper from her chest. “Either...Just keep going...” Eyes tightly shut, his younger bride threw her head back in an increasing rapture and a low, unguarded groan escaped her gasping lips upon the intensity of his touch. He watched in wonder, tinged with a tiny pride upon the new discovery - she’s extremely sensitive there it seems.

This exotic beauty's body is a dynamite yet at the same time, an undiscovered wonderland, primed for his lifelong conquest - one he'll never want to stop worshipping.

Through every breath and every inch.

Through every touch and through every kiss.

The tip of his nose ventured from her temple down her slender neck before halting right above the swelling of those appetizing twin mounds of her chest. Kiss her he did, at the same spot he just savored. He drew the outline of the weighty globe with his tongue, suckling hard and absolutely losing himself to the bliss of her skin’s sweetness to the way her soft cries sounded to his ears - muffled by his messy wet tresses, ensnared by her own open mouth kisses. He could feel the warmth of her breath on his scalp as her heaving became more urgent. His plastering bangs grazed her chest until they turned into a flushing mess.

His other hand had already made its own bold move by slipping in between the juncture of her thighs and running the pads of his digits across her wet slit. She immediately gritted her teeth upon the sudden invasion, probably due to the soreness from his earlier thrusting, but he’d sooner turned her hissing to another wave of moans when he caressed her lower mound with a wickedly soothing rhythm.

Too lost he was in the beguiling pleasure that would sooner overtake all sense of inhibition that he’d missed the way her nimble hand had already wrapped itself around his member, already stretched out to its peaked state. The coolness of her palm burned the most sensitive part of his body as the skillful hand of a competent blade wielder projected her prowess through the way she handled his length -- with thorough, natural precision.

He just kept on growing stronger in her hands.

No one has ever made him feel like this before.

No one.

He could feel as if his soul was leaving the confinements of his physical form the moment he saw her dropping down to her knees, just like he did with her earlier. However this time, when she gazed at him with those tempestuous eyes and burning cheeks, he’d know he’ll never be able to resist her newly-unearthed desirous appetite.

It was quite contradictory that even when he’s the one who’s looking down at her right now, she’d always have the power to make him yield to her silent commandeering force.

Despite the flowing water washing away at their skins, he’s still stained by her; her essences seeping through his pores in unwavering waves no different than a perfect raging storm piercing through a man’s perseverance.

Oh God, she’s just naturally good at blowing him... and his mind.

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He ran his lips against the irezumi on her back, drawing a cross with his tongue like a sacred offering, lapping up the water drizzling down her skin like the nectar of an exotic flower. Right before he filled the impure void within through one messy yet solid thrust into her, clinging to her lithe body from behind as they fell into a familiar, acquired rhythm not too long after.

He pulled her in for another searing kiss from behind. His other hand underneath one of her knees, his larger build pressed her slightly smaller frame hard against the wall through every onslaught of his hips against hers. Both of them were getting off of the high from the other.

Mikasa’s relentless moans soon turned into a long, dragged out, almost incoherent chanting of his name; urging him, needing him with every part of her being, that she’d broke the skin on his forearm when she became undone on his third deep thrust.

Reiner observed the way Mikasa tried to wash away the bleeding from the bite-shaped bruise on his arm with the water from inside the tub itself. He dismissed her attempt by pulling her body snug against his chest, staring at the mark in awe and reassuring her with nothing less than pride in his tone. “Hey, that’s my first mark from you.” He still remembered how she managed to cut off the same hand clean from his wrist on top of Wall Rose years ago.

“It’ll be a scar.” She persisted, still trying to argue with his insistence.

She gave him his first mark and without his regenerative powers, that mark will remain on his body forever until he’s buried six feet under.

He buried his nose into her drenched hair, taking in the scent from the glycerine soap he used on her earlier. “All the better because it’s from you.”

They stayed for a while inside the ceramic tub, with her head resting against his shoulder and his arms around her, listening to the sounds of rolling thunder and turbulent sea waves coming through the opened windows of the bathroom.

After a good while, it was her who suggested that they step out and step back into the awaiting demands of the day. “We should really get going before Gabi storms in for another ‘rescue’ attempt.”

Snickering, he released her reluctantly and sent an admiring stare at her retreating figure, still dripping with bath water until she disappeared behind the door to their shared chamber.

By the time he followed suit into the conjoined bedroom, she had pulled her skirt over her hips. She stared in disbelief the moment she saw him discarding the towel around his waist and had his legs through his breeches immediately.

Her inquisitive gaze did not go unnoticed. “What? I travelled light and I wasn’t expecting the detour to the Island.” Everything he had was on his body.

“All this time, you’re…” Her words trailed off suspiciously.

A thin eyebrow raised snarkily to emphasize his answer. “Yeah. I’d prefer not wearing one either way. It’s breezier and actually a much healthier habit too.”

“Whatever suits you.” Mikasa shook her head, feigning an impending state of disinterest while fending off an oncoming headache.

He gave her an improper wink. “You’ll thank me when I have given you healthy, kickass babies, Mikasa.”

She groaned in retaliation at his blatant lewdness. A trait of his that has always been apparent since they were younger still remained despite the years that had gone by in between. Despite all that, she couldn’t help her lips from curving into an amused smile.

Just a fleeting thought of envisioning a strong young boy or a girl with golden blonde hair, cheeky comebacks and a headstrong attitude was enough to make the fuzziness in her heart return right before the fleeting fantasy was interrupted by the same vision but with three more of the same identical boys and girls and a burning house of chaos behind them.

“....four be a lot?”

“Huh?” She blinked back at his question.

“I was asking, would four babies be a lot for you?”

She’d known it was an intended humor. They both knew that he couldn’t possibly have enough time for such an unattainable dream. She wasn’t oblivious to the dismal glint in his eyes.

“Perfect.” Her heart suddenly felt a lot heavier.

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A/N : After what went down in the previous chapter, I am willing to be virtually sucker-punched by you guys because of this chapter. I am hurting my emotional well-being with this chapter, and I said to myself, why should I be suffering alone? Haha Kidding, guys. Thank you so much for your time & till the next update! Take care & stay safe. xoxo

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voltagesmutter · 4 years

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Prove to me I’m yours

Pairing: Soryu Oh x MC (Bella)

Word Count: 2500+

Warning: Smut, NSFW, Light choking

“The fuck was that?” Arms from the blonde woman flying in the air in an angry tone. The Mafia leader gripping the side of the chair, knuckles almost white as his arm trembled, angry running through his veins like solid lava.

“He touched you,” His voice heavier, fuelled with rage.

“It’s Mitsu, he touches bloody everyone!”.

She took a heavy sigh and stepped forward, pressing a palm to his cheek as he focused his gaze on her. His outburst in the lobby caused a storm of emotions between them anger, jealousy, lust.

He stormed across the room, practically growling as he pulled Mitsu’s hand off her lower arm, the roaring laughter at the joke of the joke from seconds ago still lingered in the air.

“Get your hands off of her,” His face stern, each angle of his face looked sharper than before, the intimidation of the mobster was not to be messed with. His dark eyes traced with the finest trace of envious green. Mitsu tipped his hat and dashed with his tail between his legs, feeling lucky to not have had a gun to his head.

The pair kept in silence the whole elevator up, Soryu infuriated as another bidder touched her, jealousy hitting him like a solid wall. He dared to say he was threatened by Mitsu, the man had the ability to charm the pants of any living being. In fact he was jealous of all the other bidders, how they all teased you, flirted with you but you seemed so oblivious to the fact.

“Soryu…” Her voice was soft in an attempt to sooth him.

In a whirlwind blur she found her back pressed against the wall, two flat palms pressed against her head, an almost feral sight in his eyes. His face inches closer to hers.

“I-I’m sorry,” He let out a heavy sigh, “It just makes me jealous to see them all over you,”.

“You know I only have eyes for you,” Eyes never parted for a second, until she closed hers and leaned her forehead against his chin.

“Why don’t we just tell them already?” She already knew his answer before the question left her lips, ‘Because the more people know, the more danger it puts you in,’ in reference to being the girlfriend of the higher command mobster. He repeated the words she said in her head and let out a frustrated groan.

Seeing the green-eyed power that lay-beneath his soft demeanour lit flames alight inside her stomach, sheer dominance and raw power that pulsed from within. She knew if she pushed just a slight fraction of the future she would push him into a lustful pit, the desire was evident in his eyes. A side she’d seen slightly slip during their previous sexual encounters, sometimes she would feel his devilish smirk against her neck, how sometimes the smack of his hips against hers would be harsher than others before regaining control. She felt, she knew, he was holding back.

“I’m going to take a shower, cool off,” Pulling his face away from hers as he took a few heavy breaths. He wanted to prove to her there and then that he was hers and she was his.

“Wait… I-” Her hand reaching out to hold his forearm.

“Take your anger out on me…” A slight gulp in her throat.

He pushed her future into the wall with his body, his face closer than before as complete black took over his eyes.

“Do you know what you are asking of me?” The arousal clear in his voice, a huskier tone than his normal monotone. She answers in silence giving him a firming nod, bringing up a leg to wrap around his waist in a motion that pulls him closer to her.

“Prove it to me,” Not an ounce of fear in her voice, “Prove to me I’m yours”.

He kissed her, pressing her every inch of muscle against her, bringing one hand to hold her waist as his thumbs rubbed up over her hip.

“I don’t want you to hold back,” Her voice flooded with need, her fingers intertwining in the tufts of hair at the back of his neck. The motion of her grinds against him and her words was enough to push him, the self-control he always kept in a up-tight manner finally snapped.

His hands fisted at her blouse, clutching the fabric and without using an ounce of strength ripped it to from her body, skin becoming exposed as buttons flew across the room. The material of her bra followed suit, ripped from her body as she hurriedly pushed the straps of her arms letting it pool to the floor.

Lips collided in a passionate frenzy, a sign of the pure want and urgency that rose between them, pushing her legs fully off the floor to wrap around his waist. He dragged his lips away from her lips, moving down her neck before latching to the spot below her ear that always made her sing for him. A gasping cry from her as his teeth sunk down, a blossoming red of claim placed upon her. The first of many to be left upon her pale skin.

He dragged his teeth down her collarbone, making their way to latch on her collarbone, a suckering until another mark appeared. She was unable to keep the shocked gasps in, her breath twitching an octave higher with each one. The way his trousered erection grinded perfectly clit over the layers of silk panties was enough to send a shot of pure arousal to her core, feeling the coil inside her stomach tensing. The whimpers of her reaction enough to make his cock throb, his mouth latching a nipple between his teeth and giving it a light tug.

Hands that travel up her thighs, bunching up her skirt in the process to press his fingers over the silk soaked underwear. Adding more pressure to the spot that made her moan, his mouth moving to her other breast.

‘I-I’m close…” She whimpered, Soryu not realising just how turned on she was for this. He pressed harder, tongue grazing over her nipples, thrusting harder to her core, the desired reaction to see her trembling in his hold. The hot gush flooded from her stomach, she began clenching of nothing but the stimulation Soryu was giving her was enough to push her over the edge.

The rush of wetness soaked through her silk underwear, a wet patch dampening on his trousers as he continued to grind against her. His cock and ego throbbing at the sight before him, never had she came so quickly and just from so little.

“I barely touched you,” The hint of a smirk on his face as he released from her breast, bringing his face back to hers.

“Just shut up and fuck me already,” The need in her voice as clear as daylight. Wasting no time, her underwear and skirt was removed, he hissed as he dropped his trousers pulling his aching erection free. Somewhere between the moment he pulled off his shirt and tie, both baring chest to chest.

His lips dominated hers as he lined up to her, one single thrust had him sheathed inside her, her walls gripping tightly against him before adjusting to his girth. Her head thrown back as whimpers fell from her mouth, her skin had a tinted glow of sweat trailing across it.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as he pulled back before thrusting back in with ease, keeping a steady pace. Grunts fell through gritted teeth, his one holding her waist as the other pushed against the wall behind her.

“Harder… Soryu…” A plea from her as she breasts began to bounce with each thrust.

Gripping her waist tight with both hands he began to thrust harder, pulling her down to bounce on his cock. The sheer strength as he held her mid-air, bouncing her over his length as he let a growl from his chest.

Each thrust hitting perfectly inside her as he slammed her down over him, her muscles tightening as his lips coaxed over her neck. Normally Soryu was a tender lover, rarely making a noise until he came with a grunt but now he was a beast in heat. Groans, growls and huffs of pure pleasure left his throat, he sucked roughly on her neck ensuring a loud wet pop was heard as he pulled his lips away.

She cursed heavily with his name in between, like it was the only words she knew. A thick bead of sweat trickled down Soryus neck, running along the curve in his spine as he didn’t stop.

Her jaw hung open, eyes screwing shut as her hands scratched down his back in one fluid motion, red marks forming across his back. Her walls began to flutter around him, gripping him almost as she felt the onset of a second orgasm hitting her without warning.

He pushed a flat palm to the wall behind her as her back arched pushing her fully against his chest, legs clamping like a wrench around his waist clinging to his body as his other hand gripped onto the nearby bookcase. Her whole body clutching to him as she withered around him, head thrown back against the wall as his name left her lips like a prayer, her nails digging into the back of his shoulders almost piercing the skin.

He continues to thrust up into her tightening walls, jaw clenching as the vein in his neck throbbed, using all he had to not cum in that moment. He slowed down to let her recover, shallow thrusts as she breathlessly panted in his arms, thighs relaxing and trembling around him.

He wrapped his arms around her as he carried her to the wooden table which lay in the center of the room, the accommodating for six people table was large enough for her to lay upon it comfortably. Gripping her ankles and spreading her legs as he placed them over his shoulders, the motion making them part for a second before thrusting back into her. One hand tightly gripped her ankle, the other pulling her body as tightly to him as he could, raising her hips so her ass was off the table, deepening the angle.

Holding tight he began to re-thrust into her, a higher force than against the wall. He threw his head back with a groan, sweat rolling down his forehead to drip off his defined chest. Never had she seen such rarity, almost like a beast as he pounded her into the table. Her own needs fuelling, pure trust in her following words of ‘Choke me’. A want that made his cock twitch inside her, a want that she enjoyed this, the pure intensity of her orgasms before was like none other before it. She wanted him to lose control like this, just as much as he did.

Slender fingers that dropped from her hip, wrapped lightly with a gestured pressure around her throat. The rolling of eyes to the back of her head, the heavy groan that left from within as her back arched was enough for Soryu to snap his hips to a pace the table rocked beneath him. Fucking her with in an abundant pace, the sharp sound of slapping skin flooding through the penthouse.

“C-close,” She gasped, palms clutching to the oak table beneath her. Walls clenching tightly around him.

The oversensitivity of her previous orgasms still pulsed over her, walls beginning to tighten at flutter at the repeated slam against her g-spot. The heat that pooled within her stomach almost at spilling point.

A withering cry of his name as she lost herself to pleasure of her high, pleasure that pulsed heat from her core across her body in a rushing wave. Deft fingers applied slight more pressure on her neck, a threatening trail of faint bruises would begin to show. His grip on her ankle and neck dropped as he held her waist, pulling her body in a sharp motion against him.

Throbbing as he pushed against her, not a cry of her name, but of a cry of ‘I love you’ from his lips as he came. Dropping his head to her chest, the ravenous panting of each of them as they lay silently, both lost for words.

“I love you” His words graced her chest, the fringe of his was slicked back hair clung to his forehead with sweat.

“I love you too,” A response of words Soryu never expected to hear back.

Their pants filled the empty penthouse, sweat gleaming off of both bodies as she still trembled in his hold.

“Soryu,” Her breath was still ragged.

“Hmm?” Unable to form proper words.

“Promise me you won’t hold back anymore,” Her fingers threading through his hair, the ruffled ness of it caused it to stick to his forehead.

Their relationship came to light with the others more sooner than planned, neither releasing Eisuke in his office hearing everything. The bite marks on her neck along with the faint bruises of fingertips came up several times during breakfast the next day, the smirk of Eisuke as he caught Soryu’s face blushing at Otas comments.

“Koro, who did this I must know and track him down,” The budding artist whined.

“Never knew you were so kinky darlin’” Mamoru taking a drag from his cigarette.

“Soryu does,” Eisuke’s voice low enough in whisper for Soryu to only hear, a smirking gaze directly met his gaze.

“You didn’t have them yesterday, when did you you-” Mitsu started but stopped, a wide grind appearing on his face as he turned to Soryu, “I knew you was a closest pervert!”. Mitsu lunged and rubbed his knuckles over his head, Soryu protesting and tried to push him off.

“Wait, Soryu and Bella?” Ota being the last one to catch on, as usual, “Wait,”.

Her face went red, she wanted to be swallowed up hole as the bidders exchanged glances between Soryu and her.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Ota still rambling, jaw slightly open, “Your fucking Soryu?”.

“Enough!” Soryu pushing Mitsu off of him and standing up, gun pulled and point at Ota.

“We’re not just f- having intercourse,” He was unable to say such lewd words like the young boy before him.

“I love her,”.

“I love him too,” She pushed past the embarrassment and ran into his arms, the protective arm came to cling around her waist as he held her tight.

Their relationship finally out in the open, no more sneaking around to steal kisses from each other or putting up a false barrier between their relationship. No more holding back.

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babbushka · 4 years

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Promises

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren x Reader (& KoR but not really)

2k; NSFW

The lights pulse red, softly, slowly. It’s like a heartbeat, in the throne room, as you grind your hips down on your Supreme Leader. There are teeth on your neck, razor sharp and crooked, splitting skin and breaking blood vessels as he groans into your flesh.

It’s warm, in the throne room, steam from your bodies whispering and clinging against the cold metal of the grand architecture of the place. If you weren’t so bound, maybe you’d slap a hand against the headrest of the throne, maybe you’d watch as your wet fingers would trail all the way down.

He’s sitting in his throne, regal and imposing, looking sinister, looking menacing, looking altogether too put together for how hard his cock was inside your cunt, how hard he is for you. His palms sweat behind his leather gloves, gloves that dig deep down into the meat of your thighs as you ride him. He’s back from a mission, back from slaughtering a faction a million miles away, back and hard for you.

There’s no sound but the moans and gasps which he drags out from your throat, the groans which rumble through his chest. You feel like you’re underwater, a blanket of the Force wrapping all around you. It’s got a vice grip on your arms, pinning your wrists behind your back and keeping you in still, making sure you don’t fall off his lap.

The rough fabric of his outfit chafes against your skin, naked and flushed and scratched to high heavens. You look like you’ve been mauled by a wild animal, and some might say you had. Some might say you’ve been ravished by a monster. If he be a monster, you think as you move your hips and clench down hard, then at least he is yours.

You’re both so wrapped up in one another, licking and drooling into each other’s mouths, your cunt drooling on his cock, his cock already pulsing inside you, that you almost miss the sound of orderly footsteps shuffling in, you almost miss the sound of heavy boots thud thud thudding in time with the pulsing lights on the polished metal floor.

You want to turn your head and look, you want to see who has dared intrude upon your pleasuring your husband, but one of Kylo’s hands flies up to grip your jaw, holds you in place. You freeze though, your hips coming to a stand-still on his lap, your knees and thighs tensing against his waist, burning from the effort.

Kylo looks past you through his thick lashes, and you lavish his palm with your tongue, suck on the skin between his thumb and index finger. He looks past you to see his Knights, the KoR, kneeling at the base of the throne. He looks past you, and then back to you, your faces so close that you can see how his pupils blow wide open when he takes in the look of you.

“They want to watch.” He says, after what feels like a long while.

A shudder travels up your spine, wracks through your shoulders. Your nipples are hard, so stiff from the fucking, from the effort. Kylo senses your distress about it, and sighs low in his throat as he directs the Force to pinch and roll them, invisible hands cupping the swell of your tits.

“Is that allowed?” You gasp out, head tipping back so far that you can see them upside down, can see the lot of them, kneeling with their helmeted faces pointed towards you, all focus on you.

But as he lets his gloved hand trail down your naked body, as he presses the leather-clad thumb to your clit, as he makes you moan loud with small zig-zags on the over-sensitive and swollen bud, he takes in a sharp breath through his nose.

“That’s not up to me.” He says, and despite the trembling in your limbs, you look back up at him.

He’s so strange about things like this, you think. Kylo has killed more important people for less, has killed them for even so much as thinking about you in a sexual manner. You wonder what the logic is behind him allowing the Knights to see you in such a way. But soon you forgo all thoughts of logic at all, because there’s something thrilling about the thought of being on display.

It’s not the first time you’ve been fucked in front of an audience, not by a longshot. Kylo likes showing you off sometimes, likes making an example of his power, his claim on you. Usually those displays end with a massacre, sometimes even while he’s still coming in you, while he’s making you sob on his cock, he kills them.

You can’t imagine him killing the Knights, they’re too precious. Some are men and some are women, but all of them are wholly and completely devoted to you. When Kylo goes on missions he always leaves one or two behind, they demand it, they beg to be the one to protect you in his wake.

“They can watch.” You allow, and with that allowance the energy shifts dramatically. You can practically feel the tension in the air, can see it shimmering and crackling all around you when you say, “They’ve been good, kept me so safe while you were away. Let them watch.”

“Oh, now you’ve done it.” Kylo smirks, only for a moment, as he pushes his hips up against yours, a signal that you should resume riding him, should resume milking his cock for all the pleasure he was worth.

“Huh?” You moan, raising your hips and lowering them, pushing yourself up and down, on and off his dick. You could barely think of anything, you’re so full, feeling the head of his cock spearing into you, hard and hot and throbbing. “Oh Kylo, oh,”

“All they ever want is to please me – to please you. That praise is buzzing around all their heads.” He whispers, even though his throat is dry.

You forget sometimes, about the hivemind, forget that there’s a feedback loop that runs round and round between their brains. It’s not as strong as the Force bond you share with Kylo, but you wonder if he’s projecting his pleasure, your pleasure, straight into their veins.

“They want you, you know.” He whispers against your ear, licks the shell of your earlobe, worries it between his teeth as you slowly slowly slowly roll your body against his, “Look at them, see how they want you?”

He turns your head so you can look over your shoulder, and now the Knights are not so stoic. Now, they’re fidgeting, adjusting their cocks in their trousers, thighs clenched together to provide some small friction. If you focus, you can hear the harsh breath through their vocoders as they watch. You think it’s an unfair view, they only get to see your back, your ass.

“They do?” You ask, even though it’s a stupid question. You can smell the sex that radiates from them, the musk. Kylo bites down hard on your jaw, bruises crooked crescents into your flesh.

“They’re going to go fuck one another in just a few minutes, I can hear it in their heads.” He murmurs, and you tear your gaze away from them to focus your attention back on your husband.

“What’s holding them back?” You ask between hiccupped moans, tears slipping down your cheeks from the stimulation, from The Force choking you, grabbing you, fucking you.

He likes that, likes fucking you with the Force, likes shoving his invisible fingers so far up your pussy that you feel it in your throat, likes stimulating your gspot and your clit and your nipples all at the same time. It’s such a pretty sound when you cry for him, he says, and so you do, you do you do you do.

“They’re waiting for my word.” Kylo answers you, even though his attention is strained too, even though he’s trying not to come, not yet. He wants to drag this out, wants you to shout for him.

“Are you gonna kill them? For seeing this, for seeing me.” You ask, your tits bouncing from the way you ride his cock, the way you guide his dick against your walls with contractions of your muscles, clenching around him and making his bare his teeth with a pleasured growl.

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. They’re hard to replace, but not impossible.” He’s had enough of this, you can tell, has had enough of you being on top. He wants to rail you, wants to fuck you hard, and before you know if, the throne is tipping backwards so that it rests at an angle, and he’s flipping your positions. “As long as it’s something you want, something that makes you feel good, then they can stay.”

You nod, settling your back against the plush cushion of the throne as he fucks you hard, rough, feral. His teeth are bared and he snarls into the crook of your throat as his cock spears into your pussy, as his hands yank your thighs around his waist, as he pulls one of your legs up over his shoulder, as he forces his entire body weight on top of you.

“Kylo!” You scream for him, coming, coming so hard as he slaps his hips against yours, as the denim and leather of his clothing scrapes you up, as his grip is all over you all at once, as you can’t tell where his hands end and the Force begins.

They’re nearly rabid, the Knights, hearing you scream, hearing you cry, hearing your pussy squelch as their Supreme Leader blows his load deep into you, as he fucks you through it. He drags his cock in and out as slowly as you had been riding him, hips rolling against yours, undulating to the beat of the pulsing lights, and you shake rattle sob sob sob, moans high and loud and injecting straight to the Knight’s bloodstream.

Kylo is silent, but he must have mentally dismissed them, because before you can even blink they’re storming out of the throne room, they’re tripping over themselves, snapping at one another, nearly jumping through the spaces between one another as they race out of the room, race toward their own chambers.

You can feel his cock twitching inside you, coming hard, too hard for him to really even move. Your orgasm has you floating, has you dizzy, but you wrap your arms around your man and you hold him close, let him empty his balls into you. Something sick inside you thinks you were made perfectly for this, for taking him.

Something even more sick thinks you’d be perfect to take them all too.

“Maybe…” You say, voice hushed, not wanting to be too loud in his ear. “Maybe if they’re extra good, the next time I mean, maybe they can have a taste.”

Kylo’s cock suddenly grinds up into you with renewed vigor, and you can tell that he could get off to the thought of that, could get off easy. With his cock still inside you, he brings his hand up to your clit, massages the bundle of nerves there until you’re panting for him, breathing hard again, as even more of your combined come oozes out of your sore cunt.

“Don’t make promises you won’t keep.” He orders, and you grin, opening your mouth and letting him drool into it, sucking on his tongue, letting him bite your lips hard.

“Oh,” You moan, feeling impossibly full and yet still desperate for more, “Oh, I’ll keep them.”

And when Kylo looks back up at you, with his eyes flickering red and gold, with his with cheeks flushed and sweaty, with his lips swollen and red, with his hair damp and hanging in his face, you get another deep big shudder up your spine.

Because when he looks back up at you, it’s with a grin.

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amoosewritesfanfic · 4 years

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[Chrollo Lucilfer X Fem!reader]

[+18]

[I own none of the characters or art, all credit goes to the original creators. Edits are done by me though]

[Warnings: choking, spanking, throat fucking, creampie]

How the hell did you manage to get into this situation?

You were face to face with the big boss of the Phantom Troupe.

Chrollo Lucilfer...

A dangerous man from the rumors that you've heard.

"A poor little thing you are." His voice was calm, collected, this man knew how to carry himself and it didn't seem like much phased him.

"How did you manage to get here?" He asked as his hand gripped your chin forcing you to look up, making you whimper quietly.

Your eyes avoiding his.

He had dragged you off into a room separated from everyone else, you didn't know what he was gonna do to you.

"I... don't know..." you mumbled quietly.

"Don't lie, it won't be pretty if you lie, be honest now." He pushed, his free hand threading through your hair, still keeping that firm grip on your face.

"I wandered in... I didn't mean to..." you answered honestly.

His grey eyes were examining you, starting with your face and moving to the rest of your body, looking down at your luscious breasts with a small smile.

"You didn't mean to? What a shame, if you had done it on purpose we would have had to kill you." Those words

'Kill you.'

Had your body trembling slightly eyes wide as though you were a dear caught in the headlights.

"But... I don't think I can kill such a pretty little thing." He leaned down, he was so much bigger than you, it was terrifying but kinda hot...

He was an attractive man, that much you couldn't deny.

He leaned down kissing your lips, the kiss was a bit sloppy and a bit rough as well.

You didn't fight back as his tongue slid inside your mouth, swirling his tongue around yours in a somewhat sensual manner.

You wanted to push him away but you couldn't muster up the strength against this man.

He nibbled on your bottom lip the moment he pulled his tongue from your mouth, the sensation made you whimper quietly and tug slightly at his dress shirt.

"What a poor little thing you are wondering in, if I didn't stop them... they would have killed you, you are aware of that aren't you?" His voice was cold collected, but his breath against your ear made you almost whimper.

"How are you going to repay me?" He then asked as his slender fingers trailed along your curves, tracing the curve of your breasts, his finger hooking onto the low cut shirt, pulling it down with no hesitation allowing your breasts to bounce free.

His eyes filled with lust as he stared at the bra you wore, it was a simple colour black, but the way it hugged your breasts made him almost smile.

"I think your body is good enough payment..." he said.

"N-no... please not..." you protested but you shut your mouth.

The look he gave you was feral.

"I could let you get killed, I'm sure you don't want that little thing~" he said giving a small huff.

"F-fine..." you breathed out, your mind was spinning already, were you really going to go through with this?

You had no other choice if you were going to live.

"Get down on your knees little thing~" he hummed, that nickname sent shivers down your spine.

Was he going to keep calling you that...?

You blurred the thought out as you slowly got to your knees, your hands resting on his thighs to keep some form of balance, he took the liberty of unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock.

You gulped at the sheer size of him, out of habit your thighs had squeezed together.

"Don't be afraid little thing~" he hummed as he threaded his fingers through your hair, gathering the hair into his fist to insure none of it went into your face as you got to work on his cock.

His scent filling your senses made you almost groan, but you started working his cock, not wanting for the male to get pissed off.

Your tongue trailed over his tip, collecting the precum that had dribbled out before taking his tip into your mouth.

Slowly taking in every inch now.

Your eyes staring up at the male who's face was contorted into a mix of humor, lust and pleasure.

His fingers tugging lightly at your hair as you took his cock.

The moment it hit the back of your throat you couldn't help but gag quietly but he wasted no time in cupping his hand under your jaw while keeping the other in your hair, a means of keeping a grip on your face, giving you no way of pulling back now as he shoved himself down your throat.

"Sorry little thing~ I can't have you taking your sweet time~ don't worry though, you'll enjoy this~" he cooed, his hips started smacking against your face, his balls hitting your chin.

You were gagging and moaning, you could feel your saliva pooling in your mouth and the tears already threatening to spill out from your eyes.

He knew he was doing a good job thrusting relentlessly into your throat, especially with how everytime he pulled back, strings of saliva hung from his cock, hell it even started dripping down your chin and messing his balls and he had no complaints about it.

"Look at you..." he grunted.

"You silly little thing, you like my cock... so much that your drooling all over it~" he groaned as his hips picked up pace, the feeling of his cock continuously thrusting in and out of your throat had your entire body trembling.

He was getting closer to his orgasm now, especially with how erratic his thrusting had became, with one last snap of his hips, he buried his cock deep down your throat before painting those pretty walls with his white seed, basically forcing you to swallow it making you gag and choke, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

He pulled back staring down at your sloppy face, his lips curled into a smile. His cock rested on your cheek.

"Fuck, I've never fucked someone's throat as tight as yours~" he hummed as he reached his hand down to stroke your cheek softly, you leaned into it kissing his palm softly making him smile.

"Stand up little thing~" he hummed as he held out his hand for you to take which you did, you stood up looking into those grey hues which stared back into yours.

He led you over to the table in the center of the room, keeping his hand in yours before he let you lay down on your back, your legs hanging on the edge of the table.

He got between your legs after he removed your panties, running his finger over your slick making you almost whimper.

"Look at you... so wet~ is this from when I fucked your throat?" He asked as his thumb started rubbing your clit making you moan quietly. Your hands gripping onto the shirt you had on.

"Y-yes..." you breathed out.

He just gave you a smile before he aligned himself with your cunt, pulled you by your hips so you could feel his tip kissing your wet folds.

Then you felt it, the feeling of his cock sliding into your cunt, his stretched you out the deeper he went, making your toes curl and your back arch slightly.

You let out a somewhat needy moan as his cock slowly filled your pussy up, his tip kissing your cervix making you mewl.

"So tight... one would think that you're still a virgin~" he teased for a moment.

"Hold your legs against your chest." He ordered and you did as he asked pulling your thighs against your chest, keeping your hands hooked under your thighs which allowed him to feel your walls tighten around his cock making him groan.

"Fuck..." he groaned as he started moving his hips, the pace started off slow and steady at first, but became more vicious, his hand finding it's way to your throat, with every moan he could feel the vibrations going to his hand, it had only spurred him on more.

His hand tightening around your throat a little making you whine.

Hips smacking against yours, you could feel his balls continuously hitting against your ass making you grip harder onto your legs, hell you had even felt the table shaking beneath you...

"Fuck... you're such a good girl... do you like the feeling of my cock inside this sweet little pussy?~" he asked with a quiet grunt.

"Y-yes... yes... gods it's so good~♡" you couldn't help but moan out, it really did feel good.

His thrusts were so rough and the way his hand gripped your throat only added onto the pleasure.

His free hand ended up spanking your ass making you gasp out with each spank, it caused your pussy to tighten around his cock.

"Fuck..." he grunted.

"I'm getting close... I'm gonna cum soon..." he groaned as his hips picked up the pace, you felt it too, you felt yourself getting closer to your own orgasm too.

Your back arched and your grip on your thighs tightened, but so did the grip on your throat.

With a few more thrusts from Chrollo you felt that familiar wave of pleasure wash over you along with his own orgasm filling you up, painting your walls white with his load.

"Pretty little thing... you did so well~" he cooed as his hand moved from your throat to your hair stroking it softly.

"I'm keeping you as my personal little pet~ I think it would be fun." His tone was low as pulled out of you, putting himself back in his pants. His dark hues watching his release spill from your sweet little pussy.

"Now, let's see just how long you'll last." He said running a thumb over your bottom lip sending shivers up your spine.

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headoverhiddles · 4 years

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You're So Vain - Marilyn Manson x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: You wear a Rob Zombie dress to your boyfriend's double headliner concert. This article of clothing has a certain effect on him, and it’s not good.

Notes: Heaven Upside Down era! I just banged this one out fast (that's what she said) and figured it's passable enough to post. Takes place in the same timeline as "Just For Me." Enjoy the light dom/sub jealous!Manson quickie! ALSO HAVE YOU SEEN HIS NEW HAIR FROM THE OSCARS PARTY???

His eyes meet yours through the mirror as he shadows his eyes. You can tell immediately upon your entrance into the room that he’s not pleased, and you can’t wait to hear why this time.

"What's that?"

You look at your boyfriend, to see where he's looking now. His eyes are on your clothing. "What do you think it is? It's a dress."

"Don’t need your attitude. Is that really what you're wearing? For the show?"

You sigh. He always has a way of making you feel special. "Yes." You spin around in your black and red dress, adorned with symbols, splatters and big "Rob Zombie" logos on it. "I think it's perfect, since you're playing the show with Rob, Twins of Evil, yada yada."

"I'm sure Rob’s going to love that," Manson says in a low voice, and the undertone of irritation does not go unnoticed by you. He sucks in his cheekbones to dust them with a powder puff of blue, and you dissect the darkness in his eyes. You can’t say you didn’t know this was going to happen, when you wore a dress with his co-headliner’s name all over it. You know how possessive your boyfriend can get.

Provoking? Of course that’s not what you’re trying to do...

You smirk, walking over to smooth your hands down his chest. "Jealous?"

"I’m not jealous. But you've got his name emblazoned over your tits."

"And whose tits are they?"

"Mine."

"The correct answer there would have been "yours," but the jury will accept it."

Manson grumbles some more. "When did you even get it?"

"I ordered it."

"With my money?"

"Look, I'm supporting my friend. He's in the band."

"In case you don't remember, Ginger was my drummer for 15 years."

"Well, he's not anymore. What do you want me to say?! I'm not gonna wear a dress with you on it! I've got you on my body every other night of the year, I don't need it tonight."

"You don't think I'm going to fuck the shit out of you tonight?"

"Not at the rate you're going," you tease.

“Watch yourself.”

“Make me.” It’s a clear invitation, up in the air.

Manson looks like he's about to literally growl, but turns back to finish his makeup, sulk, and down his three "complimentary" glasses of stadium beer. It’s not worth it to start anything with you ten minutes til showtime, and you have to say, you’re disappointed he doesn’t make a sport of it.

When your boyfriend goes out on stage first, Zombie's band comes in through the backstage, along with your best friend from when you two worked in Vegas together. "Kenny!" you grin, jumping into his arms. He picks you up in a hug, that drummer strength useful in boosting you up.

"Ah, (y/n)! Glad you could come on this leg of the tour. I was so excited when I heard we were playing with Manson again, couldn't wait to see you."

"We're definitely meeting under calmer circumstances this time," you smile, arms wrapped around him tight.

He laughs, remembering all the backstage shenanigans from the late 90s touring days with you along for the ride. "Yeah, it's much more chill with Twiggy and Pogo gone. And Manson's toned down a little I guess."

You cock your head. "In a manner of speaking."

"It's kind of nice. It's like we've grown up, you know?"

"I don't think Manson will ever grow up," you laugh. Ginger pulls away to look at your dress, finally noticing it.

"That's super cool... what did he think of it?"

You giggle. "What do you think he thought of it?"

Ginger shakes his head, remembering the fiery look of pure rage his ex boss had given that one guy from the pit at that one concert in 1999. The guy’s never gonna change, I swear.”

Rob comes in, punching the air. "Ready to fucking ROCK!?”

"Totally!" John calls from a distant room.

"Woah," Rob says, "You must be (y/n). Ginger's told me all about you."

"All bad?"

"Jesus, yeah. Heard about the time you got plowed on stage in '99. Typical Manson. Cool dress." Rob looks at your outfit. "Really cool. Hey, what's up with your bf?"

"What? What about him?"

"He's crashing and burning out there. Crowd's pissed, whiiiich means I'm gonna have to save the show."

"Shit..."

"Bad day?"

You sigh, and walk out to the wing. Rob's right. The crowd is practically rioting, and they're not the only ones who are pissed. Manson seems to be out of his mind, singing Kill4Me with a particularly hard edge and apparently a version that skips every third lyric. He then launches into an overly aggressive rendition of The Beautiful People.

You know exactly what this is about.

Rob jostles your shoulder as he prepares to go out, wishing you luck when you should really be the one wishing him luck. Ginger gives you a low five, and you take a deep breath as Manson comes stumbling off stage, makeup trailing down his face and neck from the water he always spits upward.

"Could you be anymore of a child about this whole thing?" you demand, crossing your arms. He points a wavering finger at you, letting the security carry him properly toward the hall.

"Don't. Even."

"Oh, don't what? Don't what? I can't wear a dress now?"

"Wear whatever the fuck you want, I don't care." Piggy D hurries between you two awkwardly to run out on stage.

"You are being such an asshole."

"Whatever. You wanna misinterpret how I... what I'm..."

"I know you, you're jealous."

He shoves the security off, coming back over. "I'm not fucking jealous."

"It's a dress. What, you think I wanna fuck Rob?!"

This time, he does growl. His tall, imposing form advances on you, and despite his debauched appearance, the intense darkness in his eyes is unmistakable for anything other than hunger. Real fear flickers through you for a split second.

"Wanna try that, little girl? Hm?" You shiver, breath quickening, but you've known your boyfriend for far too long, and you're not about to back down now. You want him hard and fast, and it’s your turn to get him back for making you wait.

"Maybe I do," you whisper defiantly. That does it. He tears the straps on your dress. You moan, letting him reach in and grab your thighs, and lift you against the wall with ease, pinning you there.

"You want me to drag you out on that stage, and fuck you in front of the crowd again?”

“You only teased me in front of the crowd,” you have the nerve to reply, “You never actually fucked me out there in front of anyone.” Manson holds you by the neck as he roughly marks you down your jawbone.

“That’s because you're mine," he mutters, hurrying to get his dick out, "You're fucking mine. Only person gets to see these tits, see this pussy? Is me." He leans in to hiss: “Only one who gets to see you gush is me.”

You can't protest, caught up in a rush of arousal as his stage pants rub dangerously close to your clit. You grind your hips forward, desperately seeking his touch. You’ve never wanted him so bad, his stupid fucking feral expression covered in pink and blue gloss driving you wild.

"Fuck me," you gasp, not stopping to wonder if the roadies were around or minding their own business.

"Oh, I'm going to, baby," Manson whispers, finally getting himself out of his briefs, "You need to remember who you fuckin' belong to." He tugs your hair back sharply, and sinks his teeth into your shoulder. You scream from the shock of it, and wetness starts to drip down your thigh.

"Ah," you hiss, pussy clenching desperately to be filled, "Do it again."

Manson bites down your flesh to the tips of your nipples, leaving pink marks across your chest. He reaches up, letting your leg fall slightly as he slips two fingers inside you.

You gasp again, louder this time over the beat of Rob performing Superbeast, and clutch tighter to your handsy boyfriend. He comes back up to suck your neck, nipping slightly at the sensitive spots where he marked you before.

"Fuck me, come on," you chant, “Fuck me like you did that day.” He grabs you again by the neck, dragging you in for a rough, sloppy kiss. A hard pound, and your back hits the wall in rhythm with his body. He doesn't wait for you to adjust, and you both know you don't need him to. He slides in deep, with you very ready to take him, and he pulls back easily before thrusting back in harder, the weight of his body pounding against you heightening the thrusts. His belt buckle jangles with his every movement.

"How much do you love this cock?”

“I love it, I want it--”

“Can Zombie do this?"

"No--"

"Could he make you cum like this?"

You whine. "Only you can make me cum."

"That's right. Don't ever forget it, or I’ll fucking remind you again." He kisses you again, all sloppy tongue, and your hair falls forward between you two as he puts every ounce of effort into bouncing you on his cock. He thrusts one more time with a low grunt, and the pain in your scalp as he tugs again sends you over the edge into a much needed climax. He freezes too, deep inside of you, and you feel him finish.

Manson lets you down, groaning as he rubs the sweat and shiny makeup off his face. Adrenaline shooting through him from both his show and the sex, he’s spoiling for a fight as was usual in these moods. He glares at a stage tech who had been coiling ropes. “Fuck you staring at?” The poor guy looks down in terror, carrying on with his job. Yep, Ginger was right, you think with a smile. He’s never gonna change. No matter how long it’s been, he’s still the same Manson you’re stuck with.

Manson zips up his pants again and unbuttons his restricting black stage vest. Breathless and rubbing your hands around and down your boyfriend’s chest, you pout at your ruined dress in the mirror, straps dangling down your arms.

"Look what you did to the dress, baby.”

“Looks better this way. Now you can’t see his name, you can just see your tits,” he smiles lazily, sucking on his bottom lip lasciviously.

“You’re a dirty old man, always looking at my tits.”

“What am I supposed to do? They’re tits, they’re attached to your chest, and I think you’re hot.”

You hide your flushed smile as you turn your nose up, sighing for show. “You do realize it's not normal that the best sex we have is when you're jealous."

"Since when are we normal?" He looks at you through the mirror, tired and grinning. "And I told you. I'm not fucking jealous."

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littlenightma · 5 years

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First Time Headcanons w/ Michael, Brahms, and Jason.

Michael Myers

• You would have to officially initiate any sort of intimacy with Michael, especially with sex. He has those urges and he knows what happens, but until now he has never felt the need to actually have sex with someone. His urges are usually met with ending someone’s life.

• Michael very much has those urges, but who is crazy enough to sleep with a serial killer willingly?

• His kisses will be sloppy, harsh and messy. You will need to teach this poor man how to properly kiss and not have stone lips and an unmoving jaw.

• You might even have to move his jaw with your own hands and ask him to follow your lead. Since this would the first time for him, he’ll allow you the control.

• But don’t get used to it.

• Michael would get excited when you start taking off your clothes and your body would be on display for him. He’s seen you before, but that was without your knowledge when he became curious and studied your curves from your window.

• Your body would get this man so hard. He’s seen so many naked bodies, but never were they naked for his pleasure and here you were, posing just for him. All for him.

• He’d become eager and force you on the bed. You’ll have to explain foreplay and passion building to him because he would want to fuck you then and there. Being in a somewhat good mood, he’d allow this too, but remember, Michael is an aggressive man. He will eventually take this out on you.

• He would discover that he has a lot of self-control when it comes to you. If not, you’d be dead by now. He had more than he assumed he did because all he would want to do is fuck you. The throbbing between his logs was bothering the hell out of him.

• You ask him to take his clothes off and tell him to do it slowly. He isn’t understanding and thinks you are crazy and you’ll explain that his body turned you on and like you did for him, he can do for you.

• Lots of fumbling. He never hated his clothing this much in his life.

• The mask is staying on. You will have to build your relationship more to unlock unmasked Michael mode.

• He will fuck you slowly at first, exploring your body and relishing the feel of your warmth wrapped around him. He’ll love your hands on his body as well, fingers tracing his scars and abnormalities.

• But once he gets going you will be fucked into the mattress, holding you closely.

• Michael found out his favorite position is doggy style, your ass in the air waiting for his cock to delve in and your face in the pillow, hands gripping the cotton sheets, moaning like a whore.

• He’ll spurt jets of hot cum into your tummy that will last at least over 30 seconds. He’s a horny man who never found the proper relief and it showed.

• After the sex, you’ll be in bed, worn out and exhausted, but happy. Your back would be to Michael because he usually did not care for cuddling and aftercare, but then you’ll feel an arm pulling you against a sweaty chest and a kiss to your head.

• Both Michael and the Boogeyman would be temporarily satisfied.

• He’ll become even more possessive over you after. He’ll consider you his even more than before. He’ll eye you across the room or wherever he’ll be hiding, making sure no other males come to close to you. If they do, he’ll make sure to show you who you belong to when you get home.

• But you’ve made this killer very happy. For a while, he forgot about Loomis and the asylum, the voices in his head and the torment he has dealt with for years. It was just you.

Brahms Heelshire

• He would more upfront about coupling with you. It was obvious that he has thought about it many times as per your panties disappearing and a doll that looked a lot like you in his room behind the walls. You have found Brahms humping it like a dog many times before.

• “Poor dirty, boy. You want to fuck me, don’t you? You just can’t help it.”

• Brahms loves when you talk dirty and call him names. Praise kink, ahoy.

• Place his hands on top of yours and let him roam across your body and in between your legs he will tremble from anticipation. His fingers are long and nimble and will curl inside you, making you wet and wanting more from him.

• The wetter you are, the better in his opinion. He likes the sounds made when he is fucking you and you are wet, your juices flowing down your legs. He’ll lick you after he’s done. It’s his aftercare, cleaning you, his tongue cat-like, grabbing everything it can.

• He’ll expect you to do the same for him. He’s been so well behaved!

• Brahms can be compared to a feral animal because most of his life he was cooped up without much human interaction so a lot of his mannerisms and actions will be very aggressive, but don’t take it the wrong way. It’s really the only way he knows and he doesn’t do it to intentionally hurt you. You actually mean a lot of Brahms and he is very excited to fuck you.

• Like your clothes? Hopefully not too much because Brahms is so cruel to them as he tears them all away from your body - except your panties as you don’t wear panties. Brahms had stolen them all, so you just go commando.

• You’ll lay back on the bed and beckon Brahms to join you. It doesn’t need to be a bed. Brahms would be content with just fucking you on the floor or outside, but for your comfort, the bed would be fine.

• Ask him to crawl to you and like the good boy that he is, he complies, getting on his hands and knees to crawl to you until his mask was a mere inch from your face and you lean forward to capture the doll lips to yours.

• Brahms will grab your ankles and slide you beneath him. He’ll rub himself on you before actually bringing his cock to your entrance and pushing in, a grunt on his lips and a moan on yours.

• “Yes, Brahms. Fuck me, good boy.”

• Oh, and he will fuck you. Be ready to have your body pistoned into until you can’t feel anything.

• Everyone knows Brahms is one hairy man and he will die if you start running your fingers through his hair, whether on his head, chest or anywhere else on his body.

• He’ll wrap your legs around the waist so you are locked to him as he drives himself deeper, his grunts turning into howls of pleasure. You’ll be a moaning mess once he is done with you or perhaps just a mess.

• When he comes, he comes. He’ll pull you upwards and thrust even fast and then slam into you one final time before stilling, his cock buried deep within until his balls are emptied. He’ll take some time to fully empty himself too, taking at least a minute or two.

• You’ll lay under him, out of breath with his head on your chest. Rubbing his head is a good way to have him fall asleep while he is still on top of you and can hear his soft snores

• You would slowly maneuver and slip from the bed and as you do, Brahms lifts his head and grab your hand, pulling you back.

• “Get back here.”

• Where do you think you are going? He isn’t finished with you yet.

Jason Voorhees

• Sex? With him? Jason would be absolutely terrified.

• You’ll have to speak words of encouragement for a good day or two before Jason caves and agrees. He’s always wondered what it would be like with you, but he never thought you’d want to do it with him.

• Hushed voices and soft words. He doesn’t want his mother to hear what he is doing.

• When you start pulling off his clothes, he’ll freeze, breathing slowly. His body wasn’t normal and he found himself ugly and he feared you’ll change your mind. You don’t though, and you kiss his heaving chest to ease his fears away.

• But when your clothes start coming off, he’ll turn around to give you privacy which would make you laugh and you’ll go up to him, naked, and turn him around.

• Have you ever seen a zombie man blush? They do blush and it’s adorable.

• You’ll take his hands and bring him to bed, your bodies pressed together. You would be on top as he would be too scared to take control.

• Straddling his hips and hovering over his length, slowly dipping down, knees pressed into the mattress on either side of him. The moment you would place yourself on him, he’d gasp out and put his hands on your hips.

• “It’s alright, Jason. You’re doing so good. You make me feel so good, baby.”

• Jason’s thighs would clench, fighting the urge to fuck you himself. You’d feel his stress and smile gently down at him. “If you want to move, Jason, move. Move with me.”

• You both would listen to each other’s moans, enjoying the feeling of one another. Jason would become more confident and hold your hips more firmly and start thrusting harder and harder until you stopped bouncing and allowed him to fuck you deeply.

• You know he would be close when he threw his head back hard and he would start shaking, fingers digging in your pelvic bones. His mask would come off slightly, showing his face and you could see the lust and love showing on his features.

• “Come with me, Jason.”

• He’ll whimper loudly and his hips would stutter as you felt hot semen in your walls, clenching on his cock as you came with a shout of his name. So long for being quiet.

• After, Jason would pull you against him and hold you tight. He’ll realize his mask had come off and go to adjust it, feeling ashamed that you must have seen his face, but you’ll tell him not to and that seeing his face was the boiling point for you to cum and that he did so good.

• Jason would know right then and there that he loved you and that you were never leaving his side if he could help it.

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moeruhoshi · 4 years

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blah okay can you guys give me some feedback on this commission? it’s halfway done but i’m not very confident in its flow :/ idk if Natsu sounds too eager, or if things seem like they escalated too quickly for casual enjoyment

Natsu could always say that he was in charge of himself. A man of virtue and honor, he did what was right, when the situation called for it, at least. Playing pranks on his friends was an exception to this rule. He was assertive and just, spoke up when he needed to, abided by the laws of his village.

So, for someone so set in their ways to lose control of themselves every so often was upsetting. He was weak and uninhibited, sick and delirious. It was the burden that this curse had so much control over him.

When the moon was high at night, the waning and waxing visual came back each month to remind Natsu that he was weak.

Before anyone could find him on the brink of insanity, the dragon hid away, outside the boundaries of their home. It was a cave in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by the lush overgrown ends of the forest. He hibernated for about a week, sleeping off the crazed strength and lust that his instincts harbored.

He never had any problems with this ritual of his, going off a day or two before his heat, falling asleep before he was too far gone, then returning home a week later feeling right as rain.

But, Natsu could truly never account for the time he lost, deep in that uninhabited cave. He woke up feeling refreshed and happy that his strength had returned, so there was nothing to be worried about. His inner dragon was sneaky in this manner.

Surely it was impossible for such a raging beast to sleep for the only time it was allowed consciousness. From the first time Natsu had made his way out there, the dragon had had his own fun.

It was a purely coincidental thing, maybe he would have stayed asleep if she hadn’t appeared before him.

A girl, a couple inches shorter than himself, a blonde with curious eyes and a beautiful body. But a sin to even hold the sight of.

Women came from the other side of the forest, a village known as enemies of his own. No one had ever seen one before, but it was forbidden to even approach the line between both people.

This cave resided outside of both territories, so Natsu didn’t think anyone would ever find this place.

The dragon picked up her erotic scent as it wafted between the trees, whispering and luring him out of slumber.

The girl was quite sane herself, knowing better than to wander about the woods without anyone to watch her back. She was a nymph of the moon and stars, skin bright and sparkly as if she bathed in pixie dust.

She liked to hang around the line between both villages, hoping that one day she would be able to catch sight of the mythical being known as man.

Her name was Lucy and she liked to read. There were books and stories scrawled messily into makeshift journals kept by the elder. She read to the girls, stories around the campfire, telling them of ancient women, battles, and hardships. But there was one book, a secret journal that Lucy had come across when returning a borrowed book.

It was by Mavis Vermillion, one of the first chiefs ever to reign over their small village. Legends had said she was killed by a bear, dragged off for her body never to be discovered. (It was bound for things to get mixed up after a few hundred years).

Her journal told of her travels and experiences, as well as the issues she had to deal with as chief. Halfway into the book, her inquisitive thoughts ceased and instead, a wonderfully bright picture was painted.

It told of a magic called love, one so strong and forceful that she had to leave everyone she cared for behind.

She met a man, a dark dragon named Zeref, one day in the woods. She was frightened, of course, but intrigued. Mavis had never met one of his kind before and was shocked to see that he hadn’t razor-sharp teeth or claws like a beast.

He was kind and cute and sweet, and as time grew on, they only grew closer. She met him once a month, under the blank light of the moon, hidden in a cave just beyond the villages reach.

The two ran away not long after, wanting to spend every day together, no longer only once under the new moon.

It was terribly romantic, and to a nymph who could only dream of the touch of man, was it a tale of hope. She wanted to meet someone like Mavis had, to fall in love and run away.

Lucy wouldn’t be able to understand her cravings until she met Natsu. There was a side of her that would become unhinged as well, but she would be lucky enough to keep her memories.

She decided on that fateful day to go out and see if this cave was real, to see if Mavis and Zeref had truly existed and rendezvoused together in this secret location.

She often went off for days, berry picking and herb collecting, so no one would be the wiser to her disappearance.

It took a couple hours of walking to reach the edge of their territory, her excitement peaking with every step.

There it was, the entrance wrapped with vines, its expanse hidden deep within this tall cliffside. Her skin buzzed with adrenaline and some wariness, but Lucy wasn’t scared. She had to know if it was true, if the life she wanted was a real possibility.

His nose perked up at the approaching scent, dormant lust and hunger residing in the pit of the stomach of whoever neared his hiding place. He shifted on the animal skin he’d thought to bring along, raising himself on all fours in case he needed to attack. He lit the lining of the cave with small bursts of fire as a precaution to ward any traveler away from him.

Lucy was naive. Anything out of the ordinary she saw could only be a magical reveal, something exciting and new to find. When she entered the cave and bore sight to these flames, she was impassioned with impression. Had this been a spell Mavis had cast?

Her fingers brushed against the flames, delighted by the way they bounced and waved under her touch. They didn’t burn, wouldn’t have even if they could. She was a nymph of the stars after all, and their heat slept underneath her skin.

The dragon watched, impressed that she could withstand the heat of his flames. A purr rose in his throat; he needed her. It was just something about her that made him feel...feral. The instinct-driven being would not foolishly set aside the chance to sate his heavy desires.

He stood up, approaching her with confident strides, his face blank and authoritative.

She turned around at the sound of sand crunched underneath the sole of someone’s shoe. A gasp rose in her throat and was caught when he stood before her.

He was tall, muscular, strength and mana practically rolling from his chest. His pink hair was interesting, as were the red scales that patterned his skin at random.

“W-Who...are you?” Lucy gulped, her heart beginning to beat at a rising pace. She wasn’t scared of him, rather much more afraid that her eyes were lying to her in this moment.

“I should be the one asking you that,” His voice was deep and practically shook the cave walls. Lucy felt her ears burn, just the slightest as he stared intensely down at her. “You’re intruding,”

“Oh! I’m so—I’m so sorry, I didn’t think anyone lived here, rather, um, I-I, I was just here looking for something! Someone...I don’t really know.”

“And who would that be?” A slight smirk curled its way onto Natsu’s face, his sharp canines protruding past his smug look.

“A...a dragon…” Her breath left her body in shaky waves, unsteady lips falling victim to the shape of his own.

“Care to tell me what you intend to do with me? Woman,” She pressed her back to the wall as he stepped closer into her personal space, the warmth of his breath making her shiver ever so slightly.

“I...didn’t—don’t have a plan,” She gulped, holding in a squeal as his hand began to glide down her exposed midsection. “I didn’t expect you to really be here…”

“Then...tell me what you want to do now that you’re here, with me,” The deep vibrato of his voice, the gentle purr that glided our along with it, the warm touch of his hand experimentally on her body...Lucy had read the last chapter of Mavis’ journal carefully and with much embarrassment. There were things that a man and woman could do together that had been failed to be taught directly to her. It was most definitely a taboo ritual, from the first kiss to the consummation of such a sinful dance.

The dragon was working fairly hard to hold himself back, the urge to seduce this woman back into the depths of this cave was overpowering. Had she known that he could see through her innocent guise? The words she spoke clearly hid her intentions. The gaze she bestowed upon him, the obvious curiosity and lust. He could smell right down to her core, the burning passion that drove her, would control her if he could bring it out of her.

Lucy braved her nerves, hands slowly reaching out to settle upon the dragon’s chest. She blushed as he purred, staying still as to allow her a moment to decide just what she intended to do.

There wouldn’t be another opportunity like this, to be with a man, one whose first action was not to attack and maim her. She knew he could if he wanted to, yet he hadn’t and spoke rather sweetly to her. At least he was more kind than those stories of barbarian men she’d been hearing all her life.

Her body buzzed as if knowing what to do before she knew it herself. Her breath was quick as her heart began to beat, the blonde decidedly making the first move.

She moaned softly, pressing her lips to the tanned skin of the dragon’s chest. He continued to rumble with purrs as she went on with this light action, small and brief kisses peppered in odd places. She looked up at him, two fingers pressed against his left nipple.

“I’m Lucy,” She mumbled before folding her lips over the hardened bud, her tongue smoothly gliding against it.

“Natsu,” He panted, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he suppressed his wants. There was no use in forcing her, he’d take things slow until she was past the point of saving, that he was all she could think of.

Once Lucy began, her body seemed to go into auto-drive. It knew what she wanted to do and how to do it, Natsu waiting expectantly for her next move.

A kiss, how she dreamed of her first kiss. Mavis had written about everything from a small peck to a passionate tongue-tied battle.

Her hands moved subtly to wrap around his neck, bringing him closer to her wanton lips.

There were no other words shared between them before they kissed, nor after they shared that first embrace. It was long and slow, warm and revealing. Lucy had found what she was looking for, something to sate the desperate curiosity that rumbled ever so terribly in her heart. The headache Natsu’d been having left as he held her against him, his body releasing its tension without resistance.

It was only their lips at first, softly molding together, parting only to come back together, deepening their connection. He reclaimed her lips with subtle growls that rolled off his tongue, brandishing Lucy with an echo of his indecent delight. His hand found purchase in her hair, threading his fingers between the silken strands as he brought her closer to him.

Lucy gasped as he nipped lightly on her lower lip, the dragon taking that motion as an invitation for more. He purred at the first taste of her tongue after coaxing it out. She was sweet like syrup, and addictive like the succulent oil that dripped from venison. He groaned as she followed his direction, instinct leading her through every step.

Her back pressed further against the rocky wall, Lucy hissing as one jagged edge, in particular, marred itself into the small of her back. Their lips parted as she whined, Natsu huffing as he glared at the object that stole her attention.

“O-Oh, I’m sorry…” Lucy said with a breathy pant. Natsu stared at her reddened lips, swollen from his torment.

“Has this satisfied your curiosity?” The gravelly voice of the dragon asked, though he already knew the answer. From the way her body twitched when his fingers brushed against her skin, to the sweet scent emitting from the sodden center between her legs.

“I…” Lucy couldn’t hide her dejected look, not knowing if that was his invitation to ask for more or a subtle way telling her to leave. She didn’t want to be honest and embarrass herself, but asking him to do more seemed selfish.

The dragon felt his scales bristle at the not so innocent conflict that went through her mind. She was proving to be an interesting find, maybe he’d keep her around longer than he intended.

“Come over here,” He took her hand and led her deeper into the cave, small wisps of flames extinguishing behind them.

It was dark but warm, and a large animal’s hide was laid out on the ground.

“Tell me something,” Natsu began as they stood beside the blanket. “What is your fascination with dragons? Why were you looking for one?”

“Um,” Lucy cleared her throat and spoke with a blush on her cheeks. “I...I wanted to—to fall in…! In love...in love with one…”

“Oh?” The dragon smirked and chuckled as she pouted with adorably red cheeks. “That’s ambitious.”

“No need to make fun of me,” She muffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

“I think it’s cute,” He hummed, his hand falling to settle on her waist. “And I have no problem granting your wish,”

“Really…?” Lucy felt her optimism skyrocket as he nodded his head, bringing her against his chest once more. “B-But why?”

“Hmm,” The dragon shrugged his shoulder and walked her onto the pelt. “Do I need a reason?” He pressed his lips to her cheek, then up to her ear. “To be with someone...in new and interesting ways?”

Natsu sat down first, holding Lucy’s hand as he beckoned her to sit with him. He was not as far gone as most would assume a beast of his nature be. He was much more calculated and careful, seeing the innocent yet excited gaze that Lucy projected while he took her into his lap.

“I’ll teach you something,” Natsu grinned as he lit his pointer finger with a small flame. “Since you want to be with a dragon,”

“O-Okay,” Lucy gulped but nodded with confidence, ready to do anything she was asked of.

“I want you to be comfortable with every part of me,” He said seductively,

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qvill-s · 5 years

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you make my heart beat so quick + your heartbeats really loud for dimitri if you please!! much love

NOTES: thank you for the good ,, soft prompt ,,,,,, that i ended up desecrating bc it’s a little spicy spicy towards the end

dimitri + “you make my heart beat so quick” &&. “your heartbeat’s really loud” under the cut !!!

The gentle brush of the sun’s early morning rays against your eyelids lightens the dark of your dreamless sleep into a pale orange, coaxing your eyes to open and see the majesty of the sunrise as it paints its palette across the sky. You do as it asks, and catch a glimpse of the sky in all its promised glory from behind your eyelashes, a dark blue canvas streaked through with lines of gold.

The sky is waking, you think dimly, and the body beside you, the arm slung around your waist, shifts to do the same. With only a touch of guilt marring your conscience, you bid the sun its first goodbye for the day, turning in Dimitri’s arms to face him. Dimitri, still with his eye closed, wastes no time in pulling you closer to him. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” you return, gently, fondly, running the knuckles of your free hand over the cut of his jaw. “Did you sleep well?”

“As well as I could,” he says, an eye cracking open, “with the snoring and kicking of my beloved at my side.”

You scoff, swatting at his arm as he buries his chuckles into your chest, his forehead resting against your collarbone.

“My apologies,” he says, but with how he smiles into your skin, you doubt he is anything but. Still, however, you let it slide, enamored by how easily he allowed himself to feel his joy, to share a smile, to let out a laugh. It seemed like it was only yesterday that he thought himself so undeserving of such luxuries, thought himself as little more than the beasts who roamed the lands. You smile down at him fondly. How far he has come.

And how clean too, you muse offhandedly, twirling a lock of his hair around your finger and letting it bounce free. What a difference a bath every now and then could make. If only feral Dimitri could see himself now.

Eventually, the two of you settle into an easy silence, limbs tangled, your fingers in his hair, and the puff of breath against your collarbone begins to even out. You think you might drift off again soon, as well.

“Your heartbeat is... quite loud,” Dimitri notes, a drowsy, honest observation cutting into the silence. He buries his head further into his chest, seemingly chasing after the sound locked behind the cage of your ribs, pounding steadily within the walls of your heart.

“Dimitri,” you whine, drawing out the last syllable of his name and covering your face with a hand. You do not know if it is from his words, his actions, or a combination of both, but your face heats up all the same. Truly, he could be sweet on you in the most unexpected of times.

His head leaves your chest, chuckling softly all the while. His hand finds the spaces between your own, linking his fingers with yours, and tugs, pulling your hand away to reveal your reddened face. “It is as I thought,” he says, gaze roving over your features, “your flustered face is adorable.”

With a hand locked in his and the other stuck between your bodies, he renders you unable to cover your red in your cheeks. Damn him; he looks much too pleased with himself.

To both hide your embarrassment and get back at him, you decide to make a few rash decisions. In one quick (but probably not graceful) maneuver, you hook a leg over his body, using the momentum behind your swing to roll the two of you over with Dimitri on his back and you straddling his waist. The key part of your plan being, of course, shutting him up with a kiss.

Your other hand makes its way to his, attending to it in the same manner as the other, finding spaces and tangling fingers, and pressing them down on the covers on either side of his head. Both of you know well enough that he could easily break your grip, but he lets you nonetheless, encouraging you with a squeeze of your hands, meeting you with a tilt of his head and a soft sound of contented approval.

“It’s your fault,” you murmur, breaking apart to rest your forehead against his. He hums, a curious sort of sound, and you clarify with, “My heartbeat.”

“Is that so?” He smiles, rubbing his nose against yours affectionately. “I can’t possibly fathom as to how or why.”

You feel the blush come up to your cheeks again, but you push through with, “It’s things like— like that. You do something or say something sweet so unexpectedly and my heart simply can’t take it.” You capture his lips in another kiss, slower this time, memorizing the feeling of the mouth that seemed to meld against yours so perfectly, the touch you’ve felt against you so many times. Your next words come out in whispers between fleeting kisses, “You make my heart beat so quick.”

A hand pries itself out of your grip, sliding a path down your hand to curl around your wrist, pressing down its side to feel the beat of pulse against a fingertip. He swallows, “It seems that I do.”

His now free hand trails down your body, skimming over the crease of your elbow, the sensitive skin of your sides, and down to your waist, seemingly finding its destination when it affixes itself to the curve.

The mood in the room changes quickly, then, something more weighted, something more heavy and tangible hanging in the air. Suddenly, you’re all too aware of how your breath quickens, of the brush of his lashes against your skin, of the fingers sneaking themselves under the hem of your nightshirt. Even in the chill of Faerghus, there is a heat that prickles and warms your skin, making you wonder if perhaps you wore too many layers to bed.

“Do you want to continue, my beloved?” He asks, lips brushing against your own with every word spoken with voice lowered to a whisper meant for your ears and your ears alone. With how close the two of you are, you can see the slightest hint of pink brushed over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

“We have”—you shift your position in his lap, making it a point to ever so coyly brush against something as you feign humming thoughtfully—“maybe an hour or two before they come find us.”

He smiles, a little more crooked and a little less innocently than before, and says, “Then let us make good use of it.”

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem imagines #fe imagines #fire emblem dimitri #fe dimitri #reader insert #dimitri calling his partner beloved is so goddamn cute and i can't believe it took me this long to figure that out #thank you to the fanfic writers on ao3 for pointing out the error of my ways

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serahsanguine · 5 years

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27 pleaseeeee for the porn battle

Kitchen Shenanigans

Rating; NC-17 Ao3

Prompt 27, Scully comes home from work IWTB era; kitchen counter passionate sex; vocal Scully.

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Scully had just arrived home early from her 12 hour shift at Our Lady of Sorrows, stepping out of the car she looked upon the unremarkable house and summarized that Mulder had just finished painting the outside of it after 4 days in the summer sun.

She walked up the wooden steps trying not to touch the freshly painted wood. She got to the porch door pulling it open not realizing it had also been painted it a deep brown colour to match the windows.

Her hand and coat now covered in paint on one side.

“Shit” she muttered quietly to herself. She walked through the doors into the living room throwing her bag on the table only for it to topple of the side and fall to the floor. She left it where it lay and walked over to the sink running the hot water washing her hands before taking off her coat and proceeding to wash that as well.

With the water thrashing against the metal of sink basin she didn’t even hear Mulder sneak up behind her.

First, she felt the bristle of his beard scratching her neck, it sent tingles down her spine igniting a desire within her and pooling in between her legs. His arms wrapped around her waist landing on the bottom of her stomach. He rubbed up against her as his erection pressing into the small of her ass.

“Good afternoon” he whispered into her ear.

“Mmm,” she hummed back as he started kissing her neck right under the ear biting her earlobe. Her hands were still in the water, her white shirt getting soaked.

“I’ve missed you,” he said in between kisses.

She pushed her hips into his groin, he made and almost feral noise in response. He brought his hands up ripping her shirt open buttons pelting the walls, sink, kitchen cupboards, and window. She giggled before taking a sharp intake of breath.

“Fuck” she hissed.

His hands cupped her breast squeezing lightly, before undoing the clasp and letting it fall down her shoulders falling into the sink below.

He continued kissing her neck and shoulders as his hands slid up her sides, fingers raking lightly against the contours of her ribs to the place they desired to be most, cupping her breasts. He ran his hands around and under them never touching her nipples, but coming tantalizingly close with each pass he made.

Her intake of breath and short gasps over this made him chuckle between kisses.

"Something wrong my dear?" He murmured into her ear as his hands never stopped moving around her breasts.

"Nnooo," Scully stammered.

He then continued feathering her with his fingers and hearing her heavy sigh is when he moved to her nipples and rubbing and pinched them.

"Oh, My God!" She screamed and pressed herself into him harder.

He left his post at her upper body, gliding his hands down her stomach, making quick work of getting her pants undone and tugged at her hips pulling both her pants and her underwear down her legs. After they were pooled on the floor at her feet he turned her around, grabbing her by the waist and set her on the countertop. He kissed her again with fervent desire, their tongues feeling their way into each other's mouths like they would never be given this opportunity again.

She reached down and started undoing his jeans, letting them drop to the floor. She pulled his boxers off of him to meet their demise with his jeans. Freeing his dick which was already wet with precum at the tip, pointing skyward.

She grabbed his erection wrapping her hand around his girth slowly pumping him up and down licking her lips in anticipation. She wanted to taste him but before she could get any further he kissed her lips one last time before working down her body kissing her collarbone working down her sternum to her breasts. He licked around her succulent areola before licking her nipple and biting down hard.

She squealed as she felt his teeth sinking into her ripe flesh. He smirked and carried on with his playful manner by working down her stomach circling her belly button moving her belly ringside to side with his tongue, before kissing and suckling the insides of her thighs.

“Mullllder.” she grounded.

“Yes Scully.” he teased.

“I … FUCK… AHH”

He blew air onto her vulva making her twitch. She lost all thought and composure when she felt his tongue lick through her helplessly wet folds. He lapped her up, her taste and smell divine but yet feral and so addictive. She had always been his drug of choice whether she liked to believe it or not. He soon moved to her swollen clit, first licking then suckling, biting and flicking over and over again. Her hips were rocking back and forth as he increased his tempo.

Her whole body was on alert to his touch. She needed more she needed him inside her. She needed him covering her body filling her up. As if he sensed what she needed he stood up. She whimpered at the loss of him but was soon rewarded when she felt his cock enter her in one swift motion.

He painstakingly moved in and out of her bringing himself all the way out leaving the tip barely in her before slamming himself back into her. Her legs wrapped around his hips and her hands wrapped around his neck.

He started increasing the tempo, her breathing becoming even more labored and erratic her breasts bouncing up and down. Her eyes first focused on his but soon wavered to his washboard abs and stomach before looking down and watching disappear within her. He watched her eyes watching him and he couldn't help but move that little bit quicker.

“More… Harder… Plllleassee”

He looked at her sceptically, his eyes questioning her, she simply nodded. He grabbed her hips roughly knowing there would be bruises in the morning. He pulled out of her, then lifting her off the kitchen counter and turning her around before bending his knees and slipping back inside her.

"Oh, God, Yes”

With the new angle, her stomach and chest were flush with the kitchen counter. The change in temperature from his warm flush body to the cold side made her whole body break out in goosebumps than a cold sweat.

He watched as the sweat ran down her spine and the sweat from his brow mixed with hers swirling together and pooling at the bottom of her back near his stomach.

With his hands on her hips, his thumb making lazy circles on her tattoo. She arched her back, with this new angle he was even deeper within her. His tip hitting her cervix they both growled with the new sensation.

He pulled her hips deeper into him. His movements becoming harder and faster than they were before, they were less controlled and more wild.

“Oh fuck, oh, Jesus, fuck yes, there, just like that, fucking Christ"

Skin hamming against skin. His lips brushing the back of her neck, his breath cold against her fevered skin making her shiver in pleasure and pain. Her climax soon erupted inside her, waves of pleasure rolling over her whole body. Her skin igniting with his every touch. Her pulse racing, her heart hammering.

With one or two more thrusts he bit down hard on her shoulder and she felt him pulsate inside her tunnel his fluid flowing inside her. Feeling all that on top of everything else sent her into the second wave of spasms. The earth shattering around them. His chest draping over her back. Making her feel cocooned and loved.

“Welcome home Scully,” he said wickedly.

“It’s good to be home” she warmly replied.

They cleaned themselves up and headed to the bedroom to carry on their escapades, the paint stricken coat forgotten about.

The End

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#txf fanfic #txf #fanfiction #AU fanfiction #mulder and scully #MulderandScully #Fox Mulder #Dana Scully #pornbattle #msr fanfic

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