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kitten4sannie · 3 months

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reach for my goals, hit it dead center

pairing: idol ex! mingi x fem! reader

genre: an actual idol au omg, smut

summary: mingi reminds you why he was so hard to leave in the first place, well, the first few times, anyway.

w.c: 3.3k

bc i’m bigger, better

warnings: brief weed use/shotgunning (mingi’s a plug in another life btw <3), mingi’s kinda a dickhead and a master manipulator (damn double homicide), dom! mingi, subby! reader, mingi’s got a big cawk, glove ? kink? idk bro, exhibitionism, teasing, praise/degradation, pet names galore/name calling, tit play, spit, fingering, finger sucking (leads to some gagging), oral (giving), deep-throating, cum eating, grinding, kissing, size kink, breeding kink, mingi fucks reader raw on the hood of her own car hallelujahhhh

a/n: don’t blame me for this btw,, blame mingi mango and the things he’s been posting on ig 😮‍💨 this man makes me delirious istg. also i wrote this while incredibly sleep deprived just so yk !! there might be some grammar and spelling errors (as well as a general sense of lunacy ✨) regardless i hope you enjoy and please do let me know if you liked it bc feedback is like a treat for me and im a treat hungry lil goblin uwu <3

song recs: so damn into you by vlad holiday - come 2 me by johnny goth - liquid by boston manor

Mingi barely made it two steps past one of the various emergency exit doors of the booming, hectic arena, dropping his lighter on the ground when his favorite ex suddenly came waltzing back into his life again after just swiftly exiting it for the nth time.

“Where are my car keys? I know you have them,” you abruptly confronted him, snatching the lighter from the ground before he could grab it and sliding it inside your tank top, right in between your tits.

“Why would I have your car keys, sugar?” Mingi sighed exasperatedly, walking in your direction until he towered over you, gently clasping his calloused hands around your upper arms so he could rub them up and down in an effort to calm you, gently turning you around until your back pressed into the cool metal of the emergency door. “Can you use that pretty little head of yours for me, Y/N? I just performed right now. I was busy rehearsing before that. Do you really think I would take your keys from you just to keep you from leaving?”

“Yes, I do. You always do some fuck shit like this when I try to leave. Every time, Mingi.” Despite the furrow of your brow and the contempt present within your words, you couldn’t help but watch as Mingi’s thumbs began to press into the sides of your tits. When you didn’t say anything, he began to press the rest of his gloved fingers into the softness of your chest.

“Some fuck shit like this?” Mingi asked under his breath, studying your flushed face to gauge your reaction as he squeezed your tits against the palms of his rough hands, rubbing his thumbs teasingly against the thin material of your sports bra until he felt your nipples harden. “You aren’t tell me to stop, baby. Cat got your tongue?”

“I hate you…” you whispered softly, not understanding why you never had the strength to deny him, even in a public, though empty alleyway, even after you just broke up with him only a little while ago.

“You don’t seem to hate this…Your body’s responding to me…” Mingi suddenly pinched your nipples through your sports bra, chuckling at the gasp you let out. He leaned down, bringing his lips to your ear to whisper, “I bet you don’t hate how wet I’m making you right now, either. Is your cunt throbbing for me already, Y/N?”

“N-no…” You bit into your bottom lip when your ex let out a disapproving ‘uh-uh’ as you turned your head to look away from him, squeezing your thighs together, hoping your arousal wouldn’t drip past your short skirt.

With one hand still clasped around your tit to play with it, Mingi brought the other up to grasp your chin, making you face him again, so close that you were breathing in each other’s air, your parted lips almost touching. “You’ll let me check to see if you’re lying, won’t you, sugar? Can I see how many fingers I can fit inside your tight little cunt?”

You hated how much your body and soul still burned for your lecherous ex, hated how desperate you suddenly were for him to have his way with you, but what you hated most of all was the way you whimpered out, “Please, Minnie.”

Mingi groaned softly at the use of his pet name, feeling most of his blood began to head below the belt, letting go of your chin, the both of you watching as his hand disappeared underneath your skirt. He instantly slipped two thick fingers inside you up to the knuckles, despite wearing a pair of thick leather gloves, the both of you moaning at the squelching sound your bare, wet cunt made. “That’s my girl. You wore this slutty little skirt and no panties just for me, didn’t you? You don’t even care about getting out of here with your keys. You just wanted me to put my hands all over you one last time, yeah?”

Just as you were about to respond, Mingi suddenly stuffed his leather-bound fingers into your mouth, making you taste your own warm wetness. “A-aaahn,” you moaned around his moving digits, feeling them slip along your hot tongue, looking up at your ex’s intensely dark gaze.

“Suck,” he simply requested, smiling fondly at the sight of your plush lips closing around his fingers, pushing them further and further back until he made you gag around them, his cock throbbing at the sight of your teary doe eyes. “Oh, baby, if you’re going to be looking at me like that and making those pretty noises, I’m gonna lose it…but, you can take it, right? My fingers in your throat?”

You whined softly, trying your best not to gag more around his moving fingers, relaxing your throat enough so that the only sound that could be heard was your moans and the abundance of saliva in your mouth.

“Good girl.” Mingi slipped his fingers out of your mouth and pressed his lips onto your cheek, whispering, “Can you take my cock down your throat next, pretty girl? I worked so hard to perform tonight, you know. Don’t you think I deserve head from my favorite ex?”

“Uh-huh,” you found yourself agreeing, your head still fuzzy from having his fingers inside your mouth, desperate to have something else warm and thick on your tongue, thankful for the heavy hand that began to push your head down until your bare knees were resting against the cold concrete below.

“Say ‘aaah’,” Mingi cooed darkly from above, expertly undoing his thick belt buckle and lowering his pants until his stiff, reddened cock smacked up into his abdomen. It was then that his hands were drawn to either side of your head, barely giving you enough time to open your mouth before he thrusted forward, the tip of his cock instantly hitting the back of your throat. “Fuckkkk, that’s a good slut. You don’t have to be my girlfriend to be my fuck toy, huh, baby?”

Your moans of approval were instantly muffled by the massive cock that was being stuffed inside your throat by your eager ex, as you reached up to grasp at his hips, the shiny lighter that was still sitting in between your tits starting to jostle around due to Mingi’s rough movements.

Suddenly reminded of his post-concert ritual, Mingi reached into his back pocket and placed a joint between his lips, then fished the lighter out from between your tits, but not before he squished one of them for the hell of it. He rolled the dial on the lighter a few times before a flame sparked, bringing it up and lighting the tip of his joint.

The strong aroma of Mingi’s flower reached you in an instant, having to blink your many tears away to watch him take a deep puff of it and blow it out into your face. Your lips tingling from the immense stretch, you sputtered around his pulsing cock, suddenly pulling away, letting your spit laced lips rest against his leaking tip, weakly licking at the pre-cum that spilled from it. “M-minnie…”

“Why’d you stop?” Mingi grunted, biting on the tip of the joint to keep it from falling from his lips, looking down at you with his sharp, slightly red eyes. Using his free hand to jerk himself off with his cockhead pressed to your lips and smearing his pre-cum over them just for his own enjoyment, he slowly realized what was up. “Oh, you want a hit? Aren’t you precious? Come here.”

Mingi slowly lowered himself down into a crouching position, letting go of his cock to grab your chin with his arousal coated fingers, taking in a deeper inhale, the majority of the joint turning to ash, just as he flicked it away into the gutter. He pressed his lips onto yours in an open-mouthed kiss, neither of you bothering to close your eyes as he slowly filled your lungs with smoke.

Just as you began to choke while trying to exhale all the smoke, Mingi dragged his tongue across your own and over your top set of teeth just because he felt like it, before standing back up. “I bet you’re feeling real good now, baby. That was top shelf.” He spat into the palm of his hand and lubed up his cock, before patting your cheek and sliding himself back into the hot haven that was your throat, not wasting a single second to begin pumping himself inside it again, almost like he had never stopped.

Now that both your body and brain were delightfully clouded with a heavy, lustful high, you felt like you could cum just from getting ruthlessly throat-fucked alone, your nails digging into Mingi’s bare hips, more and more tears and saliva dripping along your flushed skin the longer he abused your tiny throat with his oversized length.

“Fuck, I can’t handle it when you cry and drool like that just from sucking my cock, baby. I’m gonna fucking cum,” Mingi groaned deeply from above you, rested his forearms against the emergency door, thrusting sloppily into your mouth. He let out a few short, whiny moans once he began to shudder, plunging his throbbing cock deep inside your throat and staying still. “Oh, shit, I’m cumming. Take my load, princess, ohh my god, that’s it.”

You swallowed the warm, salty liquid as it shot down your throat, only to open your mouth and present your tongue when Mingi pulled out and began to slowly milk his cock, taking the rest of his load on your tongue, not swallowing and simply letting it drip down, a few drops spilling down your chin and getting onto your tits.

“Mm, that’s my messy girl. You’re waiting for me to feed it to you, huh?” Mingi licked at his plush lips from witnessing your obedient nod, pushing his soft cock back into his pants and waiting for you to stand up so that he could collect some of the cum that had escaped your mouth and pushed it back into your mouth. “That’s right, babygirl, clean it all up for me. Mm-hmm, just like that.”

Once you slurped the rest of his load off of his fingers, you wrapped your arms around Mingi’s neck, pressing your heated body into his. “Mingiiii, please fuck me, I can’t take it,” you begged him underneath your breath, pressing your lips onto his neck up to his tense jawline.

“Oh, yeah? You can’t live without this dick, can you?” he questioned you huskily, bringing his wrists up to his mouth one by one to pull his gloves off with his teeth, before reaching past your waist to roughly squeeze his warm hands into your ass. When you grimaced up at him, he tugged your skirt up and spread your ass open to run his fingers down your wet slit from behind, making you whimper. “Admit it, and i’ll fuck you stupid, princess.”

Swallowing down any remaining dignity you had along with the remnants of your ex’s load, you lifted one leg up to hook it around his slim waist, allowing him easier access to you wet cunt, shuddering at the sensation of him shallowly slipping his fingers into and out of you just to tease you. “I can’t live without your cock, Mingi, okay? No one fucks me like you do, so please, make me yours.”

Mingi rubbed the abundant wetness around your cunt, licking his lips hungrily, staring down at you past his dark shades. “Right here? Right now?”

“Yes.”

“What if someone sees, princess?”

“I don’t give a fuck if someone sees, just fuck me, please!”

Mingi grinned crookedly, finding deep amusement in your desperation, considering how you were acting just a little while ago. “Where’s your car, baby?”

You pointed down the dark alleyway. “It’s just around the corner over there.”

Mingi looked over his shoulder, then picked you up from the ground, hooking both of your thighs around his waist and carrying you over to your car, massaging his hands into your thighs on the way. “I don’t have any condoms, you know.”

When Mingi laid you down on the hood of your car, the cool metal sending goosebumps up and down your exposed, heated skin, you shook your head and smiled softly. “When has that ever stopped you?”

“Don’t act like you don’t love when I fuck you raw, and leave you stuffed full of my cum…” Still in between your legs, Mingi bent down to leave kisses, licks, and bites along your neck and collarbone, lowering his pants down just enough to free his length, his slick cock growing hard and heavy against your bare cunt. “Fuck, and when I use my fingers to shove my nut back inside your cunt after…mm, I’m honestly surprised you’re not knocked up for me already…”

“Mingi,” you whined disapprovingly, despite the fresh wave of slick coating your ex’s cock as it repeatedly rubbed back and forth along your cunt.

“What, I thought you liked being my cumslut…my little breeding bitch…my pump n’ dump princess…” Mingi recited playfully, teasing your fluttering hole with the tip of his cockhead, just about driving you to the brink of insanity withi his teasing.

“Shut up, Min, oh my god…”

“Why don’t you shut me up then?” he suggested, hovering close enough to your face for you to pull him in for a desperate kiss that consisted mainly of tongue and teeth, your mouths occasionally making contact in between tongue swipes and lip bites, the both of you panting all the while.

Growing impatient, you slipped your fingers into his choppy hair, tugging his head back until your lips parted, a few strands of saliva still connecting them. “If you don’t put your cock inside me in the next two seconds, I’m going to bite it off. You hear me, Song Mingi?”

Groaning breathily when you tugged at his hair again, Mingi let out a few soft chuckles, taking his shades off and setting them down on the corner of the hood. “Using my government name like that….I must’ve teased you too much. My poor angel, so desperate for cock. I’ll fuck you good, baby. I’ll make it up to you,” he sighed, as he wrapped his fingers around his length, guiding the tip to your entrance and sliding all the way in with ease, the both of you letting out obscene moans. Without any hesitation, Mingi began to buck his hips wildly, his metal belt banging against the hood of your car with each thrust. “Oh, fuck. You feel that? Is it good for you?”

“Yes…!” you cried out, barely about to speak, let alone function, now that your beloved ex was rearranging your guts with his colossal cock.

Huffing, Mingi threw your legs up over his shoulders and laid his body weight on you, essentially folding you in half. He ran his tongue along your jaw, before nipping at it, whispering, “God, you’re always so fucking tight, princess. Gonna milk me for all I’ve got, huh? Cuz’ you’re my good little slut, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh, just for you, Minnie…”

“Mm-hmm, that’s why you’re still here even after you broke up with me earlier, baby…why you’re taking my cock on the hood of your car where anyone can see you…” Mingi continued, squeezing his hands into the plumpness of your thighs, getting a good grip on them, so that he could drive himself into you as hard as he possibly could, punching short, breathy moans out of you. “You sound so pretty for me, baby, and fuck, you’re so wet right now….You’re gonna cream all over my cock, aren’t you?”

As soon as it felt like Mingi’s oversized cock had slammed directly into your cervix, you let out an abrupt yell, an overwhelming amount of pleasure suddenly shooting through your body like lightning. “Fuck…! I’m cumming, Minnie, it’s so– oh my god.” You were gonna start whimpering and crying when Mingi gently placed his warm hand over your mouth, watching him nod his head knowingly at you, his suddenly softened gaze never leaving yours.

“That’s a good girl, such a good girl for me, Y/N,” Mingi sighed against your ear, the hot, wet sounds of your bodies colliding together and the ringing inside your ears almost too loud for you to hear him properly. Feeling your wetness pour out onto his cock, Mingi let go of your mouth and cradled your face instead, pressing slow, meaningful kisses onto your lips, a few drops of sweat dripping along the shaved sections of his hair just as your trembling fingers drifted along it. “Want it inside, yeah?”

“Yeah…” you whispered against his moving lips, not even realizing when you were clutching him impossibly close to you.

“That’s my baby…” Mingi pulled all the way out, your mixed arousal forming a milky foam around the base of his cock, before he slowly pushed all the way back in, just in time for him to paint your insides white with his seemingly endless load. He hugged you close to him all the while, pressing kiss and kiss onto your lips, face, and neck, knowing that your turbulent time together was about to come to an end, and wishing he could turn the clock back to spend another second with you.

Once your highs began to fade, you cleared your throat and slowly sat up, the both of you silently fixing your disheveled clothes and hair in a poor attempt to look presentable in the case of a random passerby.

“So…since you don’t have my keys, I’m not sure how I’m gonna get out of here,” you sighed, about to push yourself off of the hood of your car when Mingi helped you off instead, annoyed that he was suddenly acting gentlemanly when he had shown you nothing of the sort beforehand.

Smiling apologetically, Mingi fished around in one of his pockets and held your keys up to you. “I took them out of your purse before the show started.” Seeing the anger blossom on your pretty, flushed face, he continued, “Listen, I just wanted you to hear me out before you left and never came back to me, baby. I love you.”

You snatched the keys out of his hand and crossed your arms over your chest, leaning back to sit on the hood of your car, keeping your thighs pressed together to keep everything from leaking out of you. “You don’t get to say that after you just made me your ‘pump n’ dump princess’, you idiot.”

“But I didn’t dump you, Y/N. You’re the one who dumped me!” Mingi whined, his lower lip jutting out in a pout, his brown eyes growing wide and puppy-like.

You couldn’t help but begin to laugh, not only at the ludicrous situation you were both in, but at the truth of his statement. Wiping a tear from your eye, you clicked your keys to unlock your car and walked around to the driver’s side.

“Where are you going? Are you leaving me?”

“No, we’re going to the store to get Plan B, dummy. I’m not about to let Mingi Jr. run around and terrorize the city,” you replied, gazing at your ex, the sight of his childlike amusement making you feel a bit soft towards him.

“I call shotgun!” Mingi called, eagerly heading to the passenger door, practically bouncing on his heels.

“There’s only two of us,” you giggled, sitting down in the car with him.

“For now.” Mingi wiggled his eyebrows at you.

You turned the ignition on, shaking your head, the corners of your lips hurting from how long you had been smiling. “Never say that shit again.”

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scorpiosugar · 2 months

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What a Night bf!toji x fem!reader

Tw: mentions of alcohol, reader being drunk, mentions of being sick, reader getting sick

Synopsis- you come home drunk to your bf toji but you can’t hold your alcohol

wc: ~1.1k

A/n This is my first fic, please go easy on me I beg of you🙏🏼 I’m not the kind of person that’s good with words, but I had an idea and tried my hardest, ‘cause why not? Enjoy!🫶🏼

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You stumble through the front door of your small apartment, head spinning, humming a song from the club- you double check your purse as you hang it up, “phone, keys, card. cool.” Your heels find two separate homes on the kitchen floor, your dress lay on the couch, and your bra somewhere in between there and the bedroom.

The bedroom door creaked, the mountain of a man in the bed stirred every so slightly but his breaths still calm and steady. The blanket is bunched up around his waist, you take a second to admire his physique in the low light filtering through the curtains. Pale shadows cast all over his body from the dips and valleys of his muscles, his massive arms outstretched on top of the pillows.

Losing your balance pulled you from your thoughts, you stumble around the bed and as you grab the sheets to crawl in you’re met with a muscular arm wrapping around your waist pulling you into their owner. A yelp escaped your lips at the sudden movement.

“mmm, welcome home mamas. y’have fun?” Toij’s voice is gravelly, his arm pulls your frame closer, hand rests on your plushy tummy drawing patterns with his thumb.

“mhmm,” you nod, “hope I didn’t wake you, baby. ‘m a lil’ drunk.” the words slur by coming out of your mouth.

“You did, but s’okay wanted to know when ya got home. S’worried about ya. Late night, even for you.” he chuckles placing chaste kisses on your shoulder.

“‘m sorry, Toj’.” you roll over and place a kiss on his cheek. He rewards you with a half grin, light pink scar at the corner of his mouth visible now that your eyes have had time to adjust.

“s’okay baby, really.” He pulls your leg over his hip and traps you against his broad chest. Your head resting in the crook of his neck, his pulse can be felt by your soft lips, the musky smell of his body wash fills your nostrils. A strong hand runs through your unruly hair, down your back, stopping at your ass cheek pulling you into him even further. Closer. He needed you closer. Toji was always so needy for your touch. “So soft,” he hums grabbing a handful of the supple skin. From your ass to your knee and back, his hardened and calloused hand pulls at the soft skin of your thigh.

You take a deep breath and relax into his embrace, feeling his hands roam aimlessly around your body. Your eyelids become heavy and your breath finds a slow and steady rhythm, sleep is inevitable at this point.

That’s when it hit you.

“Toji, bathroom. Now!”

Understanding what was going on, he quickly let go. You immediately rolled off the bed in one swift motion, running for the bathroom.

For once you were happy he left the toilet seat up, because if not you wouldn’t have made it. You retch, your stomach feels better but you still have that funny feeling in your jaw. You groan into the toilet. This is why you don’t drink.

Toji came stumbling in behind you, boxers hanging lazily off his hips and his hair a mess. He snickers a little seeing you on your knees, all but naked, head hanging in the toilet bowl along with your hair. Noticing, he grabbed a hairband from the sink and threw your hair up in a sloppy bun, carefully running his fingers along your scalp while doing so.

“Damn, girl you really can’t hold your liquor can you?” He chuckles at the thought of you doing shot after shot to keep up with your friends even though you know you can’t. You reply with a groan and a middle finger not bothering to lift your head.

He plopped down between you and the bathtub and rubs your back easing the feeling in your stomach slightly.

“You okay though, mamas?” he said placing a kiss on the back of your head admiring his handiwork with your hair.

“Yeah,” you all but gagged “I’ll be fine, jus’ hate this feeling.”

Talking was making your stomach do flips. You gestured towards your hair and gave him a thumbs up, rubbing his arm in thanks. Your actions pulled a laugh from his lips. The tile floor was cold on your legs, your body involuntarily shivering and breaking out in goosebumps. Toji stood and pulled one of his t-shirts out of the clothes dryer in the closet behind you.

“Arms up,” he instructed, once again occupying his spot next to you. You comply, slowly raising your arms so as not to disturb your stomach any more than you had to. He pulled his shirt gently over your head, patiently holding it for you to put your arms in the sleeves. It was warm and soft and gave you butterflies.

It wasn’t butterflies. You retched one more time, leaving your head hang for a minute to make sure you were done. The tub faucet turns on breaking the silence and your face is met with a warm washcloth, wiping the drool off your chin. Toji’s hands never stopped their soothing tracks across your back. Fingertips brush the baby hairs at the nape of your neck every so often and send shivers down your spine. After what feels like hours you sit up and lean into Toji’s chest, hands snaking around his abdomen. Both your bodies relax at the touch.

“Feel better now, mamas? Get it all out? or do we need to stay for a bit?”

“mhmm, tummy feels better. C’n we stay f’r a bit? ’m comfy.” you giggle, sarcastically burying your head into his chest. Toji chuckles, shifting on the bath mat to get more comfortable.

“Sure thing, doll. Backs gonna be fucked, but s’worth the grade A cuddles you’re givin’ me right now.” The hand on your back stops momentarily to readjust your position slightly. There’s a moment of silence, the beat of Toji’s heart strong and steady to your ear. Your head follows his chest as it rises and falls with each breath.

“Toj’?”

“S’up, mamas?”

“Thank you, I love you” snuggling into him even more, placing a kiss on his neck.

“I love you too, y/n”

You both stayed in this position until well after you fell asleep. Toji watched your chest fall and rise with each breath, the way your hair was falling around your face, how your tiny body looked even smaller in his shirt. He loved the way you would make little sounds in your sleep, your arms squeezing him every now and again, your eyelashes falling against your mascara-stained cheeks. Noticing the sun was starting to make its appearance for the day, he planted one last kiss on your forehead before ever so gently picking you up and taking you back to bed.

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vivs-fics · 1 month

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Baby, Baby

Logan Howlett x Reader

Rating: Mature, no minors allowed. 18+ only.

Warnings: Smut, just absolute pure filth, fingering, oral (F receiving), mild degradation, use of the word ‘slut’ (endearingly), ooc Logan? He's chatty here

Cheeks flush and short, panted breaths escape my lips. “There you go, pretty girl… Taking my fingers so well.” Logan kneels next to me on the disheveled white bedsheets, a god in his own right. The halo of light that surrounds his figure gives him an ethereal glow, the beauty of the heavens manifests in this adonis of a man. A mild, white light emanates from the bathroom behind him and highlights the peppering of grey in his hair. His lips are plump and wet with my slick- remnants of his mouth’s previous assault on my cunt- he runs his tongue over his bottom lip and relishes the taste.

Logan plunges his fingers deeper into my pussy and swirls his thumb over my clit. A wave of pleasure rocks through me and a filthy moan leaves my mouth, prompting a cocky smirk from the man above me. “Oh, baby… Baby, baby…” his voice is gruff, barely above a whisper, as if he is in awe of what he does to me. He removes his fingers and admires the sight of my wetness on his hand. “Look at you. Look at the mess you made on my fingers.”

His eyes are low and half-lidded with desire. Even in the dull light of the bedroom, I can see the fire that burns behind his honey eyes. A fire he swore hadn’t burned in a long time. A fire that has not been extinguished since the first time he touched me. The all-encompassing inferno is almost visible as he leans in closer to me, his fingers running over my lips, seeking access to my mouth. As soon access is granted, he pushes in his index and middle fingers. I hollow my cheeks and run my tongue along the pads of his digits, and a deep, rumbling groan escapes him. “Jesus. Yeah, baby, that’s it.”

His eyes are trained on my lips, he is fixated on the motion of his fingers passing through them. “Taste so fucking good, pretty girl. Do you understand why I’m so addicted to you now? Do you know why I can’t keep my mouth off this sweet fuckin’ pussy?” Logan drawls out, his head tilted down towards me ever so slightly. A whine emanates from my chest, stifled by the thick fingers stuffed into my mouth; the smug smirk plastered onto his handsome face widens. He removes his digits from my mouth and promptly returns them to my pussy, finding it wetter than before.

Logan lets out a satisfied sigh, “You get this wet from tasting yourself, baby? God you’re perfect.” He slows his pace, moving his fingers languidly in and out of my puffy folds. His eyes move from my pussy to my face, contorted in pleasure. “My perfect fuckin’ slutty girl. You were made for me, weren’t you?”

My back arches as he presses against that spongy, sensitive spot inside me. “Fuck, Logan… Yes, yes, I was- I- Oh, fuck.” My eyes shudder shut, and moans fall from my lips as wave after wave of pleasure rushes over me.

“What’s that, baby? I couldn’t hear you over how fuckin’ well your pussy is taking my fingers.” Logan taunts, pushing a third digit into my soaking cunt. I relish in the fullness, the wholeness, the overwhelming pleasure that it gives me. I am nearly incomprehensible- moans spill out of me with a fervor and intensity that would have the me of three months ago slack-jawed. Before meeting Logan, I had no idea the kind of pleasure it was possible to experience at the hands of another. Prior to him, there had been a string of unfulfilling blind dates and faked orgasms for the sake of courtesy. But now… now there is him. There’s his insatiable hunger for me- his eager and tireless tongue, his roaming hands that pull all kinds of pleasure from my body, his thick cock that fills me up perfectly.

Logan pulls me out of my thoughts with a soft, “Hey,” and a calloused hand placed gingerly on the side of my face. “Pretty girl, come back here to me.” He searches my face, thick eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh, baby. I know, it feels so good, doesn’t it? Can you tell me who’s making you feel like this?” His thumb circles my clit in a steady rhythm, in tandem with the fingers he is pumping in and out of my throbbing cunt.

“’M here… It just- fuck- it feels so- oh fuck.” I pant out heavily as I circle my hips and ride his hand faster, desperately seeking more. More of him, more of what he brings out in me. More. And luckily, he is more than happy to oblige me.

“Y- you. Fuck, Logan. It’s you.” My voice comes out shaky and strained. I clench around his fingers, pleasure flutters through my core and the muscles in my thighs quiver.

“Good, baby. Say it again, and again, and again for me. I need you to say my name until there’s nothing else you can think of but me. You can do that for me, can’t you, pretty girl?” He enquires, shifting and lowering himself down between my legs.

I grind my hips down onto his hand harder, demanding more friction against my clit. I whine in protest when he pulls away from me. I lift my head from the silky confines of the pillow and narrow my eyes at him. Logan’s soft breath fans my folds and he stares up at me expectantly. He raises his eyebrows and inches his face forward, driving his point across.

“Logan. Logan… please. Please, please, please…” I prop myself up on my elbows and shift my hips closer to him, in the midst of my pleading.

A smug grin appears on his face, and he ghosts his lips over my clit. He brushes the sensitive bud and kisses it once, twice. His tongue darts out of his mouth and wets my clit; the sensation causes pleasure to ripple though my body- fire sizzles under my skin and spreads from my core to the tips of my fingers and toes- and a languid moan escapes me. Logan, satisfied with the reaction he drew out of me, continues licking my pussy dutifully. His tongue moves around my clit in an almost rhythmic manner, alternating between delicious figure eights and tight circles.

Hands reach down to him between my spread legs and my fingers thread through his hair. My nails drag across his scalp in one fluid motion, and I clench my fists to tug at his thick, mahogany locks. Logan moans out onto my clit- the vibrations eliciting another filthy whine from me. I push and pull him in short bursts, riding his tongue to further heighten my pleasure. His two fingers push into me once more, filling me up in the most earth-shattering way. The compounded pleasure of his tongue stroking my clit so expertly and his fingers brushing against my g-spot is almost too much to bear. I clench around Logan and my moans become more fervent.

That beautiful man lifts his head quickly, panting hot breaths onto my pussy. “Are you gonna cum for me? Will you give me another one, my pretty girl? Just one more, baby.” He explores my face, searching for the slightest sign of confirmation.

“Yes, yes. Fuck, Logan! Fuck- I- I’m going to cum.” I stutter, breathing labored by the sheer force of the pleasure coursing through my body. Logan grins, adding the slightest bit of pressure on my clit with his left index finger while his right hand pumps three fingers in and out of me expertly. He takes me to the very edge.

Final words of encouragement fall from his lips, “You look so goddamn pretty all fucked out underneath me, baby. Come on, that’s my girl. Cum for me, cum on my fingers.” He encourages, a subtle undertone of urgency present in his words. His eyes meet mine and know that he needs this; he needs me to cum as much as I need him to make me cum.

With an arch of my back and a cry that can be heard all the way up in the heavens, my pussy flutters, clenches and I finish around his fingers. He continues working me through my orgasm. Logan ensures, as he does every time, that he derives as much pleasure from me as he can. As the aftershocks of my orgasm rake through me, so too do the little spurts of exhaustion. With a huff, I sink down into the bed- a blissed out, hazy smile plastered on my face. The bearded man kneeling next to me smiles down at my shattered form, with all the self-satisfaction of the cat who ate the canary.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” I pant, my eyes flutter shut momentarily.

“No, baby. Just me.” Earnestness laces his words, and he gets up off the bed. I turn my head toward him and furrow my brows. A layer of sheen sits on his skin, the peaks and valleys of the muscles on his torso shine in the dull light of the bedroom, I get the overwhelming urge to lick him.

Maybe later.

We lock eyes and I see the familiar fire still burning in his gaze. His hands move down to unbuckle his pants, the soft whirr of his zipper descending causes a pang of excitement to bubble in my chest. “What, did you think I was done with you? Oh, baby… my sweet girl,” He shucks his pants off and lets his cock spring free, the mere sight of his hard length is enough to prompt the all too familiar ache in my pussy. “I haven’t had my fill of you, not at all. Not yet, baby…” His voice drops as he speaks. Gravelly, sultry words, dipped in honey fall from his lips.

“You cannot imagine what I have planned for you tonight.”

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i-smoke-chapstick · 3 months

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Can I just have a small bit of headcanons or a Drabble on your pick of multi Gotham boys and their hands? Like I dunno if this is weird or not but kinda like just a dive down on what their hands feel like, who’s are soft and who’s are rough, who has vein hands, who has calloused hands. Just that kind of stuff please?🙏🤭🥺 (reason being of a specific hand edit I saw on tiktok 💀, also don’t feel obligated to do this if you don’t wanna. I completely understand.)

'FLESH, [hand! hcs]

-GOTHAM!VILLAINS X READER-

⋆ Characters ↬ Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Jonathan Crane

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; gotham villains and how they use their hands on reader ;)

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!villains x female reader. Not pure porn but smut. Suggestive. Might be the most vanilla thing i've written? but I love this request so much and I AM A SLUT for these men. Canon typical violence for Victor, Oswald getting a little rough ;)

𝛰𝑆𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐷 𝐶𝛰𝐵𝐵𝐿𝐸𝑃𝛰𝑇

♫ “This is just my way of unleashing the feelings deep inside of me.” Flesh by Simon Curtis

I know what you're thinking.

Oswald's hands? Out of every Gotham man I could've chosen???

YES. YES OSWALD'S HANDS. Have you seen this mans HANDS? Whether they are on a knife, or in those red gloves, or if he's leaning forward on them? All predatory like...

Not to mention...the VEINS. In almost every scene I've seen of this man? His hands are VEINY. Skinny bird man is not living up to that penguin stereotype, especially not in the earlier seasons.

God- just the way he stirs the wine glass or glass of brandy. Yeah. He's thinking and wishing it was your thighs he was holding, staring into the golden swirls.

The man has some issues with being nervous during sex, but when he lets loose he lets LOOSE. And he becomes feral, desperate, grinding and PAWING for every part of you he can kiss and hold and worship.

C'mon. We see the way he grips that cane of his. The way he holds the custom made knife. The way he gets his knuckles all bloody from hitting Fish or doing his own dirty work in season 1.

Also...going back to those red gloves of his. Could you imagine? Him making you grind yourself into the palm of his hand, watching you, mesmerized at the feeling of skin on leather.

He just wants to watch you writhe from pleasure. His little true love all needy for him and his hands. Gah.

He's so flustered, by the way, if you tell him you like his hands. He's sputtering, and asking why, but that little cheeky (and villainous mastermind) part of him is making a note to use them even more.

"You-," He says with a bit of an unbelieving smile, brows furrowed, voice wavering before his face turns to a look of complete shock, "You want me to what?"

Don't get him wrong, he's listening intently to your wishes, he just looks like he's seen a ghost at your vulgarity. He's not used to being wanted.

𝑉𝐼𝐶𝑇𝛰𝑅 𝑍𝑆𝐴𝑆𝑍

♫ “You can dominate the game 'cause I'm tough / This spark of black that I seem to love.” Flesh by Simon Curtis

This man might have the most iconic hands out of EVERYONE on this list.

I mean, c'mon now. When you think of leather-clad knuckle-less gloves, who do you think of?

The man, the myth, the legend himself. Victor Zsasz has the hands of a working man and he likes to use them.

These are the same hands he carries his guns in, the same trigger finger that will pump inside you while you mewl around him.

In all seriousness, though, he LOVES his hands too. They are his favorite part of his body. Without his hands, what would he be able to do? He's skilled with them. Pleasuring you with them is no different.

They are slightly calloused from the sharp edges of the guns he holds, but he's learned to use his gloves to protect them. Regardless, the old scars and marks from when he was just a boy playing with a tec-9 still remain.

Also, he canonically wears rings when we first see him in the show. Yeah, he's using that to his advantage.

You'll feel the cold metal as he drags a finger along your spine, watching you shiver. He'll do that lazy side-smirk, breathing heavily as he watches you arch up into him just from a touch.

Don't tell him you love his hands. Please, for the sake of the zsaszettes having to suffer a total EGO trip. He's taking it in stride.

But if you do happen to mention it...he's bragging about it.

Every time he gets complimented on a nice shot, he's bring you up.

I can imagine him holding someone hostage, whether its Jim or someone else. He notices them staring at the gun in his hand, full of fear, and he'll look flattered.

"Oh? Are you staring at my hands? Sorry, I'm taken." He's mentioning, off-hand, to the rando he's kidnapped. It doesn't matter if the hostage is a full on 50 year old man. "My girlfriend says she loves my hands. Y'know, life's work, and all that."

𝐽𝛰𝑁𝐴𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑁 𝐶𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐸

♫ “This is not the way into my heart, into my head. / Into my brain, into none of the above.” Flesh by Simon Curtis

Okay, maybe i’m just a monster fucker, but HEAR ME OUT!!

Uncut nails behind those talons of his on his costume. On or off.

Sometimes, he’ll be fully clothed, drawing scratch-marks into your skin, lowly humming in pleasure. That little spark of fear in your eyes when he draaaaaags down just right makes him go crazy.

He can’t help it. You’re his armeggedon, his muse, his savior all in one. The remedy to his madness…and you get all worked up from just a touch. It strokes his ego, like Victor, but he’s quieter about it.

Dirt beneath his fingernails, callouses and blisters from working with those damned poisons. He’s suffered a chemical burn or two, and you’ll see the small circle scars on his knuckles.

You’re like his personal test subject. He likes to study you- watch your expressions when he glides his nails down your skin, almost touching you- but not quite.

Surprisingly a tease when he finds out. He’s nonchalant. He won’t let you see the sheer arousal simmering beneath the surface.

But boy, it’s there. His heavy breathing. It affects him just as much as it effects you. The chill down your back, the shivers left in his wake. He takes his time edging playing with you.

You might need to ask him to cut them lowkey because they can be kinda painful when he’s fingering you. Or…if you’re into that little sting of pain while his tongue massages your clit through his mask.

He doesn’t talk much, but when he does, it’s filthy.

“There you go, little mouse. You like it, don’t you?” He pauses, in thought, while you grind for friction like a cat in heat against his finger tips. “I wonder…where I should sink my claws into you next?”

That damned deep voice of his…the subtle curl of his fingers inside you. Before you know it, he’s pumping in and out, trying to elicit the most vulgar reactions from you. He can’t help it. For a man who prides himself on control…he looses it all when he’s with you.

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nolita-fairytale · 2 years

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still into you | carmen 'carmy' berzatto x fem!reader | bonus smut scene

summary: the bathtub smut scene i robbed us of. a continuation of chapter one.

warnings: 18+ chapter -- minors dni, smut, unprotected sex in long term relationship, p in v, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), spanking (just twice, lol) she/her pronouns & fem anatomy mentioned

word count: 2.2k

listen to: holy - king princess (playlist here)

a/n: can we talk about this iconic and incredible banner that @allthefandomstogether made for this story?! thank you so freaking much. it is pure perfection. anyways in honor of the bear season 2 teaser being released, i need a cold shower after writing this send help.

read: chapter one

“Let’s put it on the list… for when we’re ready to move to a new place,” he suggests, quietly.

“Somewhere with a big tub?” you ask, only sort of surprised by his request.

“Yeah.”

You turn your head to look at him, as Carmy presses a searing kiss to your lips. You feel his hand snake between your legs and you begin to understand exactly why he’s enjoying this whole bath thing.

“As much as I’m enjoying this…” he whispers against your lips. “Think you maybe want to get out of this tub…”

Another kiss.

“… dry off…”

You slide your tongue against his as his fingertips move higher up your inner thigh, earning a hiss of pleasure from you.

“…not put our clothes back on?”

And then he’s swallowing your moans in his mouth, as he continues his exploration. Your head is spinning, and it’s not just the hot water that makes you feel as if your soul was set aflame.

“Yes,” you whimper as he fingers begin their exploration. He slides them through your folds and you throw your head back, grateful that his shoulder catches you.

You relax into Carmy, hissing as he dips his index finger inside of you. Your breathing begins to become heavier as he continues touching you, alternating between sliding his index finger inside of you, then dragging his rough, calloused fingertips up and down your core. His mouth pressed against the shell of your ear, his tongue leaving patterns in their wake. Carmy nips at your earlobe before murmuring a few words, his voice heavy with lust:

“You trust me?”

“Always.”

He waits a beat before saying:

“Good. I wanna make you cum on my fingers first, pretty girl.”

You feel his words shoot straight to your core as you clench around the combination of his index and middle finger he’s now slipped inside of you.

“If that’s okay with you.”

Even after all these years, you love how eager to please he still is.

“Yes, baby,” you say, a smile in your voice. “Very okay.”

Carmy smirks contently.

The fingers he has inside of you journey up through your folds, expertly finding your clit as he begins to rub gentle and deliberate circles. You sigh his name, letting the man you love make you feel absolutely incredible. He buries his face in the crevice of your neck, gently biting then soothing the little marks he leaves with his lips and tongue.

“Carmen,” you pant, suddenly remembering that you’ll be in front of people tomorrow. “Not right there.”

“Hm?” he hums, only half-focusing on what you’ve just said.

His mouth moves further down the top of your shoulders, as he begins to speed up his ministrations, earning another cry from you.

“Don’t want everyone to see what I do to you? How I make you feel?”

You cry out in response as he bites your shoulder, a little harder this time.

“Somewhere I can hide under my chef whites please,” you practically beg him as he begins to speed up the pace of his fingers.

“Think I can do that,” he murmurs into your skin.

Carmy lifts his head off of your shoulder, leaning back against the tall walls of the deep bathtub. His other hand moves around your waist, pressing your back against him, and you feel how absolutely hard he’s become. As his hand comes up to play with your nipples, he stops any movement with his fingers, sliding them back down to your entrance.

You buck your hips up into his hand, impatiently.

“This what you want, pretty girl?” he asks, his voice husky.

His fingertips circle your entrance, but he’s still not where you want him. You let out an impatient groan, whimpering out his name. He knows he’s teasing you and there’s a part of him that loves hearing you beg.

Loves hearing how much you need him.

“Yes, baby,” you pant. “Please. I just want you inside of me.”

And he loves the way it sounds when you say it.

He slides his fingers back inside of you, in and then out of you at a dangerously slow pace, earning a sob from you.

“Just wanna make you feel good, sweetheart.”

And just like that, his hand on your breast begins squeezing, pushing you against his chest, desperate to have you closer to him. He continues fucking you with his fingers with the hand between your legs, as you let go, enjoying this too much to have a care in the world about anything else.

“You are,” you breathe out. “So good, Bear. You make me feel so good.”

Carmy lets out soft moans into your skin as he mouth returns to your shoulder. He’s bucking his hips against you as his fingers find that spongy spot inside of you. You let out a loud moan the minute he hits it, his lips curling into a smile against your skin.

“Right there?”

“Yes.”

Carmy curls his fingers, making a ‘come hither’ motion with them, and you can no longer contain your moans. He knows you’re on the verge and he has no intention of stopping you. The sound of your moans, the way you pant his name, how desperate you are to cum – it’s like crack to him. It all goes straight to his cock, hard and weeping, yearning to be inside of you.

But he’s not ready for that.

Not until he makes you cum first.

He’s a man on a mission with only one goal in mind.

“You gonna cum, baby?”

“Carmen,” you whimper.

“Yes, god. Please let me cum.”

He takes you higher.

And higher.

You feel it like a wave reaching its peak. There’s a tension building, so close to snapping, and as it does, you feel the waves of pleasure crash within you as you let out a loud moan. You’re writhing against your boyfriend as he presses your back to his chest, and you’re gripping the edge of the tub with your hand closest to it. Carmy’s not letting you go anywhere. He wants you exactly where he has you, his hand between your legs, completely at his mercy.

As you begin to come down, your mouth feels dry from all the panting and gasping you’ve been doing. You swallow, and Carmy begins to release you, his grip loosening around your waist.

“What was that… about getting out of this tub? Drying off?” you ask, unsure of how you’ve managed to get words out after that.

“Not putting our clothes back on?” Carmy completes your sentence.

“Uh huh.”

In an instant, you’re standing up in the tub, letting the hot bath water fall down your naked body. Your nipples stand erect against the round, full shape of your breasts as Carmy follows suit, making his way to a standing position. You can’t help but notice his extreme erect dick just begging to be inside of you and the thought alone sends chills down your spine. You’re both quick to towel off, only half way drying your bodies off before Carmy is walking you back to the messy hotel bed from your nap earlier that day.

And he’s very much looking forward to messing up this bed in another way with you.

You fall into position like it’s second nature: Carmy on top of you, your legs wrapped around his waist as he grinds against your wet heat. He reaches down, ready to guide his hard, leaking cock inside of you.

“Wait,” you say.

Carmy stops, his eyes wide.

“I want something else,” you say again.

He nods as you sit up, shifting him onto his back. As you climb on top of your boyfriend, your knees straddling his hips, you crash your lips into his. You’re sucking on his top lip, then sliding your tongue against his, then dragging his bottom lip between your teeth as you begin to make your way down his gorgeously sculpted chest.

“Baby, what’re you-?” he begins, trail off as you begin to kiss down his chest. You take your time, allowing your mouth to leave little love bites across his chest, down his torso, then snaking your tongue across his hip bones.

He hisses in anticipation, as you reach down, grabbing his length in one hand. You pause, looking up at him, his eyes catching yours. With a wicked grin on your face, you lick just the tip of him, causing his eyes to close as he sighs on in pleasure.

“Ffffuck,” he groans, as you begin to take him into your mouth.

You slide your mouth from the head, all the way down his shaft, earning another heavy sigh from Carmy. Your mouth meets your hand, then you’re pulling back up, allowing your hand to follow, getting his dick ready to be inside of you. You use your hand and your mouth in tandem, and Carmy’s trying his best not to buck his hips into your mouth too hard. His head is thrown back, and he reminds himself to open his eyes, wanting to memorize the way you look while going down on him.

He gathers your hair to one side so that he can see you as you alternate through movements, knowing just what he likes.

Suck, lick, sliding your mouth down his length to meet your hand again. The gentlest squeeze…

And then you’re sitting up, making your back up his body and guiding his achingly hard length into you. Carmy’s hands go to your hips as you sink down onto him, muttering something inaudible as he makes you feel so incredibly full. Your hands go to his chest, propping yourself up as you begin to move your hips, his eyes rolling back.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans as you ride him. “What did I do to deserve this?”

He knows he’s been an ass all week and he thinks you’re making him feel better than he deserves.

You shake your head, moving your hips forward and back at an even pace.

“Just wanna help you relax.”

He moves a hand from your hips to your ass, raising up before coming back down with a loud smack.

It’s just an encouragement, an ask for more.

“Yeah?” he asks, feeling the fire in his belly grow stronger and stronger.

You nod, beginning to ride him faster as he spanks you again causing you to throw your head back. You can feel his hips bucking up into you with a sense of urgency, as you meet each one with your own. Your hands go to your hair, just searching for something to hold onto because the way he makes you feel should be illegal. Carmy’s bouncing you on top of his hard length, and he’s hitting that spot so deep inside of you that you have to shut your eyes so tightly you’re seeing stars.

Carmy doesn’t realize how wound tight he’s been all week – not until he’s watching you move on top of him, all feelings of worry and stress out of sight and out of mind.

And then he’s pulling you down to him, keeping the fierce pace he’s set for the two of you. You roll your hips against his as he crashes his lips against yours again.

“Please just let me fuck you,” he murmurs in between kisses.

You’re nodding with a, “Yes,” before he’s flipping you over onto your back, still inside of you.

Carmy sits up, pulling your legs around his waist, slowing the pace of his movements down. He thinks the sight of himself disappearing inside of you will drive him absolutely insane, and he can’t tear his eyes away.

In. Out. In. Out.

Then he’s folding his body on top of yours, hiking one of your legs up higher on his hip so that he can hit that spot so deep inside of you that drives you wild.

“Fuck, Carmy!” you cry.

With the way you’re squeezing around him, he can tell you’re close. And so is he. He’s driving into you, one hand tangled in your hair as he buries his face into your neck. His other hand meets yours, interlacing his fingers between yours, pinning you down to the bed. His thrusts are deep and hard and you’re gasping – holding onto his shoulders, his biceps, and part of him that you can hold onto – as he moves on top of you.

“Are you gonna cum?” you ask, barely able to get the words out.

“Fuck,” Carmy howls as he lifts his head up.

“Yes.”

His lips are back on yours for the messiest, wettest, hungriest kiss before he buries his face in your neck once again. His dick hits all of the right places, and you’re crying out his name, clamping down around him as he brings you to your climax. Carmy fucks you through it, his thrusts becoming more chaotic as he chases his high too.

You’re practically hanging onto his arms for dear life as he gets closer. He’s driving into you, and you're losing your mind as his hand squeezes yours. Carmy lets out a few grunts as he cums, finally slowing down the pace of hips, before coming to a halt.

“Holy shit,” you say, shaking your head.

You’re both flustered, sweaty messes, running your tongue over your kiss-swollen lips.

He chuckles, lifting his head up to look at you.

“Hi," he says.

“Hi,” you say back with a smile.

Carmy moves up your body, leaning his forehead against yours, before leaving a small kiss on your nose.

“I needed that.”

You giggle, “Me fucking too.”

He gives you a half smile in return.

“C’mon. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

read: chapter two

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coleskingdom · 7 months

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Man in the Mirror

Matt Jackson x female reader

Genre Smut Minors DNI NSFW

GIF @ bloodycowboyclub

@madhatterbri @midwestmade29

“He’s playing fucking head games, with us.” Matt said pacing in the hotel room, “He couldn’t just take the nice retirement package and leave no, he had to bring a goth boy and a geriatric with him. “ his voice agitated, “ I now have to end one of the icons of this business and his friends as well.”

I had been lying in bed watching this soliloquy, slightly amused and slightly annoyed by this sudden crisis of conscience. “ Really? One of the icons of the sport, you’re doing what has to be done. The sport is ready for new icons, new greats. The geriatric in question should’ve been ended long ago.” I said an impatient tone in my voice.

“ I don’t recognize myself some days, when I look in the mirror.” his eyes showing a sadness that broke my heart. “ How have I become the villain ? No one understands why I have to do the things I have to do.” his hand reaching for the glass of wine on the table.

“Matt, listen they forced your hand, they forced you to have to make the hard decisions. Changing the world was never going to be easy. You’re doing this for everyone, the ones who don’t have spots because of this old guard who refuses to move on. Besides you either die a hero or live long enough to become the villain.. You’ve just always had someone else to get their hands dirty for you, or you did it because someone told you to. You’ve stabbed everyone you’ve ever loved in the back at one point or another, you’ll forgive yourself in time, as they have forgiven you. I don’t know why this upsets you when you played into Kenny’s psychotic vendetta against Cole and Page.” I sipped my own wine . “Is it because Kenny isn’t calling the shots this time? Is it because you’re having to lead? Is it because …” my words cut off as Matt straddled me on the bed, his hands tracing lines of my throat. “ I wouldn’t finish that thought” ,he kissed me, his mouth fighting for dominance, as I relented. Our hands grabbing at each other’s clothes in a frenzy, pulling and removing them as they were thrown on the floor.

His hands moved down my body, only lightly teasing the places , he knew I loved. “Are you going to be a good girl or am I going to have to fuck that attitude out of you?” his voice cool and controlled, his touch soft,as his calloused hands dipped lower. “ I’ll be whatever you want me to be, just please touch me Matt” the pathetic desperation in my tone made him smile. “ There’s my good girl, not so mouthy now” his mouth claiming mine as his hand teased my folds. He swallowed my groan as his practiced fingers went to work, his mouth moved down my body to my breasts. “Is this what you needed?”before he took my nipple in his mouth. “ Yes”, I said my mind barely coherent “Yes what?” he said stopping all movement “Yes sir” I was immediately rewarded as his thumb moved over my clit and his teeth grazed my nipple. A moan fell from my lips, I felt my body giving itself over to him. “ princess it’d be so easy to let you cum right now, and nothing would make me happier than to take care of you right now.” His fingers moving inside me, teasing strokes inching deeper. “However, you said some hurtful truths earlier, now you’re gonna have to wait till I say to cum.” his hands spreading my thighs , as he aligned himself with my aching core. “So desperate for me, for someone you thought was afraid to lead I’m leading you pretty well aren’t I ?” his tone slightly menacing, “I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry sir” I said . His mouth back on mine as he entered me, his body worked mine, the angle he chose was meant to drive both of us quickly to our own release. My fingers scratched his back as he hit that spot deep inside, he hissed . He picked up his speed his controlled thrusts becoming erratic , “ Princess come for me, milk my cock , show me how much you need me.” I clenched pulling him in and holding him there, as I shattered around him, his thrusts and little groans and whimpers as he released inside of me in my ear. My hands running through his hair as his face laid in the crook of my neck. “ Matt, I do understand. “ my words soft and soothing allowing him to stay there as long as he needed. “I know you’re doing this for us.” My hands running softly up his back. When he finally moved, he was Matt again, the softness in his features returned. He laid his head on my chest,he was quiet for a longtime, the war inside him quieted for the first time.

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 1 year

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A/N = Testing my feetsies with writing the big man himself, Gyomei.

C/W = F!reader // y/n. Strangers -> bed pretty quick, some fingering, oral [M->F], P->V & V->P, some negative self-talk that's quickly remedied. As always, if I missed anything (grammar etc.) horrific, lmk.

🔞 under the cut.

"Unknown Number"

Do you see that enormous man in the corner with his friends?" Your girlfriend asked as she was trying to be sly and not give away the position of her gaze. "He's ... he's ... fuck, he's huge."

You followed her line of sight and saw him in the back of the room. Sitting with a few other men. All of whom were equally as beautiful. But there was something about this brick wall of a man that made your whole body tingle.

His hair was jet black. His eyes a stark white in contrast to his short locks. His shoulders looked as though he could barely fit through the door of this restaurant. The calloused marks on his enormous hands sounded scratchy against the cloth of his pants as he casually rubbed his thighs.

He was beautiful, and that's precisely why he'd never bother with someone like you. You weren't ugly, per se. But you felt you lacked certain criteria that you made sure to convince your other friends they had. They always gratefully accepted your kind words but never found it in themselves to reciprocate the simple gesture.

"We have to go to the little girls room, be back in a few. Just order us some water." Your friends said as they scooted from the table.

You were alone now. No more chatter. Just the muffled sounds of your friends' voices on the other side of the room.

"Excuse me ... " a deep voice spoke behind you. You turn. It was the gorgeous man that you'd been ogling. He's standing right in front of you. "Your voice is so lovely. My name is Gyomei. What's your name?"

"My name is y/n. My girls should be right back. You can go tell your friends that."

He chuckles and shakes his head. His hands reach over to glide down your form. From head to toe.

"Ummm ... Is, is there something I can help you with ... what ... I ... my friends are probably more up your alley as far as looks g-"

"Shh. Not at all." Gyomei smiles. "Please don't feel as though you can't relax and talk to me because I'm lacking conventional sight. I see just fine. Don't doubt that. And you're beautiful." He gently caresses your cheek, making sure to catch his thumb over your lips before sliding it down your neck and to the valley between your breasts. "In fact, I'd like to know more about you."

You're a bit startled at how boldly he was touching you. It wasn't rough or unkind in any way. It was certainly something that was new to you. A man needing to touch you to see if you were up to his standards. It was a nice change of pace. You kinda liked it.

You don't know why, but you believe him. You do something completely out of character that night. You leave your friends and go with this stranger to his home.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" He asks. You reply, trying to keep yourself from stammering and blushing like a schoolgirl.

"I'm fine for now, thank you."

"What is your favorite color, y/n?"

"Um ... Red."

Gyomei laughs softly.

You swallow thickly as his hand glides down your arm.

You clear your throat.

"It's quite all right. Forgive me, this is how I get to know people ... and more intimately, the people I care about. I can stop if you'd prefer. I do not wish to make you uncomfortable, y/n."

You nervously look at your phone and notice a few missed messages. You should probably go. But you're so taken with the stranger who sees with his fingertips that you're having a hard time convincing even yourself.

"What's wrong, y/n? You can talk to me."

"I should get home, Gyomei."

He starts rubbing your back until you relax and let out a small moan.

"That's too bad. But I understand. May I call a car for you? I do not like the idea of you walking alone this late at night." He said.

You really don't want to leave.

You're starting to give yourself the speech: My phone is 83%. I have full service bars. This is a nice neighborhood. I don't have work tomorrow. What if I stayed?

"Y/n," his large hand reaches up to your face and he tilts his head to the side and leans down to kiss your neck. It sends you into a near fit. "Oh," you whispered as the air left your lungs.

"Was that ok? May I do it again?" His voice was as heavy as velvet: It weighed you down so divinely and it felt so warm against your skin.

"Can I taste you?" Gyomei whispers in your ear.

"M-mmhm." You say as he lifts you into his arms.

He gently carries you to his bedroom, places you on your back, and moves between your legs. He hooks his thick finger under your dress and pulls your panties aside.

"Uh, p-please!" You beg as you move your hands to your pussy.

You gasp when he takes hold of your wrist.

"I can tell by your scent how much you want this. So you don't need to touch yourself. Let me make you feel good."

You nod and gasp when his lips make contact with the tip of your clit. You never knew having someone go down on you could feel so good. You feel so warm and relaxed. Gyomei pulls your legs open wider and dips his tongue inside you, moaning against your pussy as he tastes you. You can't help but cry out.

"Y/n, y/n, y/n. You taste so sweet." Gyomei moans as he runs his tongue back up to your clit.

You gasp when he starts rubbing your clit between his fingers as his tongue dips back inside of you.

"Oh my god," You cry.

He hums, pleased with himself.

You squeeze your eyes shut as he pushes a finger inside of you and continues sucking on your clit. His tongue joins in, tasting all of you as you start to become more and more wet.

You cry out when your orgasm hits you and you feel him lapping it all up before pulling his tongue back. He then lifts his face and kisses your pussy and moves to lay beside you, petting your thighs.

"I want to feel your face when you cum for me." Gyomei says, rubbing your breasts.

"O-oh, ok." You whimper.

"Am I too rough?"

You shake your head. "N-not at all."

"You are very sensitive to my touch, aren't you? Just like me. I can feel it in your body, how soft you are." Gyomei purrs as he rubs his fingertips along your neck and between your breasts.

He grunts an exhalation when he feels your nipple harden under his fingertips.

"Gyomei, you're not just some blind guy from a sushi place, are you?" You gasp and cover your mouth. Ashamed at how brazen you just were.

Gyomei lifts himself up and brings his face closer to yours.

"No, not really. There's much to learn, y/n. I don't see a single thing wrong with me, though." He grins. "Your energy is very vibrant. And your hands ... I'm very much intrigued with your hands. They're the hands of a kind woman." He takes one of your hands into his own and kisses it. "But that is not all. The feel of your lips, the softness of your thighs. You have a small frame but your energy is big and strong." He continues.

You gulp. "You, you think I'm small?" You'd heard of people like Gyomei before. You knew how he could just tell certain things about you.

He rubbed your belly. A place you were always painfully self-conscious about. This might even be the first time you've ever let anyone pay such close attention to what you feel is one of your biggest failures.

He got close to your ear and whispered, "You're very soft and delicate. You smell of a very sweet spice. I could go on and on. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever met."

You sigh contently as you grip his arms. He's holding you beneath him.

"I should go now ... I've kept you long enough." You whispered.

He nuzzles his face to your neck, inhaling. "Please, I want you here." He moans.

You tremble as his hands travel down your body. You're so turned on you can't even formulate a thought in your mind.

You whimper when he tugs down the zipper on the side of your dress, opening it and exposing your body.

"I want you. All of you." Gyomei purrs.

You yell out when he takes your panties and tears them from your body.

"Oh god." You whisper.

You're so wet now that if you walked down a flight of stairs you'd probably slip and die.

That's enough of a reason for you to stay.

Your first time together was so gentle it almost made you cry from impatience.

He was painfully slow. But you learned that it heightened every sense and nerve ending on your body.

"Y/n. Oh ... oh g-god, you're so tight." Gyomei whispers, kissing you deeply as he enters you.

You moan loudly as his hands grasp your thighs. Your legs wrapped around his waist. You were already so close you were losing your mind.

"Gyomei, m-more!" You cry.

You moan loudly as he moves his hand to your face, cupping it as his thrusts become harder and more urgent. He moans your name into the shell of your ear as you cling to him, squeezing his hips with your thighs. It hurt a little, but you wanted to be bruised.

"Gyomei," you mewl.

He kisses you and moves his hips harder, grinding as his cock deep inside of you.

He stretched you just beyond your threshold. It was the most delicious thing you've ever felt. Your moans grew louder until your body shuddered.

"Y/n ... not yet, not yet Kitten." Gyomei pants.

He keeps kissing you and fucks you harder until your orgasm washes over you again. You grip the sheets as you whine his name.

"Oh my god!" You cry out as he keeps fucking you through it.

You gasp and hold his face between your hands.

"You're too much!" You cry.

Gyomei chuckles, kissing you.

"Y/n ... please tell me what you need ... I will give it to you."

You gulp.

"I've ... I've never really been with someone ... who could do ... well, what you do." You say softly.

Gyomei moves his hands down your body and over your ass. He groans, feeling the soft flesh give in his immense hands. He grips your waist, running his fingers over the softness of your stomach and hips.

"You're perfect. Y/n, you're so perfect for me." He praises, kissing you.

"Fuck," you whisper, admiring him. He's perfect.

He groans, "Y/n." His fingers glide over your hair. He's petting you. You close your eyes, feeling the love in his caress. You get goosebumps as you say his name. His hands glide down your body, reaching up to grasp your tits. He's practically in tears, squeezing them.

"Oh ... god," You whisper.

He pulls you up onto his cock. You tremble slightly when he starts to thrust up into you.

"You feel it too?" He whispers, moving you on top of his lap.

You lay your head back, rolling your hips as he moves his hands in time with your ass.

"Gyomei, cum for me. I want to feel you let go." You say, feeling the hardness of his cock dip in and out of you.

Gyomei starts to lose his composure, kissing you deeply and holding your head in place as he pushes his tongue into your mouth. He pants heavily as he fucks you hard, his hands on your waist as he moves you up and down.

"I'm so close ... " Gyomei pants. You cry out as you feel his cock twitching inside you. "Y/n, y/n ... " He moans.

You bite your lip, watching as he pulls you down on top of him as he cums inside of you. You hold him as he fucks his load into your pussy, breathing heavily. He moves his head to your shoulder, kissing it gently.

"Y/n, I l–."

You gasp. "W-what?" You ask.

He pulls you off of his hips, lays you down on the bed next to him, and kisses you.

"I ... I ... don't know how to say it. I just feel so close to you."

You frown, wondering if he's going to say he's in love with you. But, it's not necessarily a bad thing. He's just saying what he feels. It's nothing more or less than that.

"It's not my fault I'm blind. But I have good eyes."

You scoff. "You are ridiculous."

He chuckles, "But ... you like me that way."

You smirk. "Maybe ... what do I get out of it?" You tease.

He gasps, "Oh g-god ... how do you do that ... I ... I don't know ... anything."

Gyomei grunts, pushing you back into the bed.

"I have never felt like this before." he says, kissing your neck. "The sun is coming up. Can you feel it?

You pick up your phone and turn on the screen and look at your text messages. "Oh, I have a couple of texts. Probably my friends checking on m–"

Unknown Number: It's Gyomei. Are you free this morning?

Unknown Number: I want to take you out.

"What the... ?" You say, more than confused.

Gyomei has since gotten up and dressed himself. He stands at the side of the bed with his hand outstretched to you.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm taking you to breakfast," he says with the sweetest smile on his face.

It took you a second to understand what was happening. "So, at some point last night, you put your number into my phone ..."

Gyomei laughed. "I had one of your friends sneak it out of your purse last night and she put it in for me. And when you got up for some water a couple of hours ago, I texted you, hoping you wouldn't hear it and check it right away. I may have been a little overzealous in my attempts at distracting you. But, what do you say? Will you have breakfast with me?"

"I would love to, Gyomei." You got dressed and the two of you walked to a café, hand in hand, and had tea and rice.

#himejima gyomei x reader #himejima gyomei #kny gyomei #gyomei x reader #kny gyomei himejima #gyomei x y/n #gyomei himejima x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer gyomei himejima

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ikeromantic · 8 months

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Leon, Bookstore, Marshmallow

Leon goes out in search of a book the Belle is reading so he can understand her better. Approx 1000 words of the lion being such a sweet lamb. IkePri New Years Event story!

Leon took a deep breath, steadying himself. This was it, he thought. His moment of truth. His amber gaze took in the seemingly endless shelves of books. Somewhere amidst the leather covers and gold lettering lay the book he sought. All he had to do was find it.

Well, find it and read it and understand what the Belle loved about it. But one challenge at a time, hm?

The prince adjusted his collar, uncharacteristically nervous. Then he walked down the first aisle of shelves. He wasn’t sure how these things were organized. Hopefully by title. His calloused fingers traced along the line of titles as he read through them. Cooking Herbs. Life in the Garden. A Kitchen Garden Primer . . . Ok, definitely not this shelf.

He shifted his attention to the other side. “No. No. Mmm.” Not this shelf either, Leon thought. Just a bunch of bird books. The next aisle beckoned him, the hope that perhaps her book could be found here.

It would have been so easy to give this task to a servant and simply wait for delivery, but he wanted to be the one to pick the book off the shelf. To buy it, and bring it home. He wanted every step to be him, his effort and time. Because . . . Leon cleared his throat. Focus, he thought.

“Good afternoon, sir. Did you need help finding something?”

The voice surprised him, but of course the shop would have an attendant. He turned to find an older man, his wispy white hair combed back, a smile on his face, and ink on his fingers. Leon smiled. “I am.”

The elderly bookshop owner smiled back, a kindly smile. “Do you know the title or author? If not, I can also find the book if you know what it’s about.”

“I think the title is Destined to Love? I’m not sure about the author. It’s a romance though.”

“Destined to . . .” He eyed Leon, taking in the fine clothes, the sword at his hip, the warrior’s callouses on his hands. “I do have a copy. But I must apologize, sir. I cannot sell it to you. It’s reserved and I do not know when I will receive additional shipments from Kogyoku.”

Leon’s brows rose. “It’s from Kogyoku? I didn’t know.”

“I have several other titles. Perhaps another book?” The old shopkeep gestured to a shelf on the other side of the store.

The prince shook his head. “It has to be that one.” He fixed his amber gaze on the shopkeep. There was an intensity in his eyes that he was unaware of. The weight of an emotion unacknowledged. A passion unrequited. “I need that book. Tell me what I can do to change your mind, Mister . . .?”

“Akatsuki.” The old man frowned, stroking his chin. “If I may ask, my lord, why does it matter so much to you?”

“Please, call me Leon.” He patted the old shopkeeper’s shoulder. “Have you ever wanted to know everything about someone, Mister Akatsuki?”

He nodded slowly, studying the prince’s face. “Everything?”

Leon’s smile grew. “Everything. What she likes, or doesn’t like. The thoughts she has when she smiles. What makes her frown. Her favorite color. The perfume she wears. Her dreams.” His voice was gentle and full of warmth, a purr of pleasure just thinking about the Belle. He could see her in his mind’s eye, curled up in a garden chair, book open in her lap.

“And this book will teach you these things?” Akatsuki looked at him, an eyebrow raised.

“It will teach me something. She is reading Destined to Love now, and she smiles so happily when she does. Yesterday, when she closed it, she held the book to her chest for a moment and looked so - so beautiful.” Leon took a breath, his heartbeat speeding at just the memory.

The old shopkeeper had a twinkle in his eyes as he pursed his lips. “Was she now? That sounds about right.” He sighed and tugged at his chin. “I suppose there’s no help for it then.”

“No help?” The prince wasn’t sure what Akatsuki meant. “Please. I need that book. There must be some way to -”

“Come here.” The old man gestured for Leon to follow. He took him to a backroom where several wood boxes sat in tall, narrow stacks. “I need these out on the floor and open. Start with that pile there.” He pointed. “I’ll tell you where they go.”

Leon grinned. “Thank you so much, Mister Akatsuki! You have no idea how much this means to me.” He pulled the shopkeep into a hug, surprising the old man.

Akatsuki chuckled and patted his back. “See if you thank me in an hour, hm?”

The prince set out every crate, opening each one. It was no easy task and he was sweating under his fine coat ten minutes in. An hour in, his arms started to ache. Two hours later, as he set out the last crate, his muscles felt tight and hot. This kind of lifting was nothing like swordplay or horse riding, and he was pretty sure he’d be stiff tomorrow. But it was worth it.

He grinned at Akatsuki as he set pried the last crate open. “What’s next?”

The old shopkeeper laughed. “Energetic, aren’t you? But I’m afraid that’s all I need help with today.” He fished a thick book from his apron pocket. The cover was dark leather, the words inscribed in silver along with a trail of falling cherry blossoms. Destined to Love. “I believe this is the wage we agreed to?”

Leon pushed his hair back from his face and used his sleeve to wipe away the sheen of sweat. “You have no idea how much this means. Thank you so much.” He was smiling so hard his cheeks hurt.

Akatsuki smiled back, the creases beside his eyes crinkling. “Just remember, the sum of what a woman wants cannot be contained in any single book. Talk to her. Listen to her. Treat her like a princess.”

“Better, even.” Leon took the book reverently. It was thick and heavy in his hand, weighted with more than just the freight of its cover and pages. “Thank you again!” He hurried from the shop, his heart singing.

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beneathashadytree · 1 year

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Hello! Can I request prompt 16 with mycroft from mtp? I hope you have a nice day!

FIRSTS - MYCROFT HOLMES X READER

Warnings : none I think, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluff n puppy love

Word count : 0.6K words

Additional notes : Hi nonnie! This was a very sweet request, and felt like a breath of fresh air. Hope you like this as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it!💗

Prompt : “You were my first kiss.”

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The gloved hand that was stroking their waist oh-so-tenderly, and the other calloused one that gently tilted their chin upwards, couldn’t possibly distract them from the fact that they were being kissed by none other than the man they’d fantasized about for the past nearly 3 years.

Even in their most fanciful dreams, they had never quite imagined the softness of his lips brushing at theirs, barely there at first, before pressing more surely as they melted into the kiss—and his careful embrace. They hadn’t ever dared to picture how his shuddering breath would mingle with theirs, or how his touch burned in its wake, or how his blue eyes would look, darkened as his emotions swept them up altogether.

But there they were, actually kissing Mycroft Holmes, and not a single coherent thought remained in their head.

Stunned, they’d stilled at the start, before his warm lips and the affectionate look on his face completely robbed them of any other thought than to follow his lead. They hadn’t the faintest idea what to do, but to try and kiss him back by mirroring his actions was their best shot.

It felt far too soon when he pulled back, though they could understand that it was done under the guise of propriety. Only when he’d left a few inches of space between them could they finally dare to exhale, though that gave their body enough time to register the fact that their knees had suddenly grown wobbly.

“Oh dear,” they faintly said, stumbling a little as they tried to regain their balance. Mycroft looked a little alarmed, and his fingers fell from their chin while his grip on their waist grew tighter—a fact that only served to make their tummy flutter harder.

“Are you alright?” His deep voice was too near, and too much all at once. They could feel their face burning more with every second that passed, and knew that they must’ve been a rather embarrassing shade of red.

“Yes,” they managed to say, leaning on his rather muscular arm for a few beats, just so they could straighten up. “Yes, I’m only… a little overwhelmed.”

Mycroft frowned at that, an expression it seemed he was so scarcely without—though they, who knew him better than anyone else, knew that to be quite untrue, for they’d seen him smile so gently more than enough times than was good for their heart.

“Have I misread something?” His question was quiet, but direct. “Was this unwanted?”

“No!” they were quick to exclaim, before growing embarrassed by their outburst. “No, it just… you were my first kiss.”

A look of understanding came on his face, before being replaced by one of faint amusement. “Ah.”

“Ah indeed.” They sounded vexed as they brushed the front of their crisp shirt, though that was probably directed at their own self. “I’ve embarrassed myself, haven’t I?”

“Why on Earth would you have?”

Scoffing, they glanced back up from the imaginary flint. “Come now, it was abundantly clear how inexperienced I was. With kissing, I mean.”

“I hadn’t noticed, actually.” At their look of incredulity, Mycroft insisted. “No, really.” He looked painfully awkward for a half-second, before he cleared his throat. “Perhaps it’s because it was my first kiss as well, and I was too… distracted to notice.”

Dumbfounded (and probably even left gaping) by his revelation, they could only splutter out one question. “Uh, you…? I mean, what distraction? That is, what had you distracted?”

Another awkward clearing of the throat. Dark eyes met theirs soon enough, and the hesitation on his face might’ve even been counted as bashfulness. “It might have something to do with the fact that I’d been wanting to do this for quite some time now.”

Lightheaded at yet another shocking revelation, they shakily breathed in, voice coming out smaller than they’d anticipated. “Ah.”

“Ah indeed.”

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mcavoy-girl · 11 months

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Loving and losing

Loving and losing someone you used to care about hurts. But you just have to move on, eventually.

But what if you can't move on? What will you do then?

Your last smile brought me so much pain, because it was a broken, defeated smile.

How I wish I could see you again even just for a few seconds. I never even got to say goodbye, not even 'I love you'. But whenever you are, I know you're finally at peace. The sad thing is that I know I will never be at peace until I meet you again.

Wherever and whenever that might be.

As the saying goes: "survivors have scars, victims have graves". Sometimes I have been thinking if it should've been me instead of you. The world needs Dean Winchester, more than they need me. I need you more than I need myself. Deep down I know that Sam needs you more than he needs me.

Which is why I have to do this. Come hell or high water, I will have to do this.

I have been trying to find a way to bring you back, Dean, and I think this is it, this is the way to bring you back.

You plunge the blade into your body, your gasp reverberating in the empty warehouse. You fall down on the hard, cold floor, your life starting to ebb away.

As your last breath starts to leave your lungs, you see sun flickering across the warehouse.

The sun hits you, shining onto your face as if it's saying goodbye on behalf of everyone you've ever known.

You faintly hear him yelling your name, feeling him kneel in front of you, grabbing your face with his calloused hands. You smile faintly, even though tears are falling down from your eyes.

You lift your hand up, skimming your fingers across his cheek, whispering out with your last strength:

"I love you… please understand… my reason… why did I do this…"

He grabs your hand, kissing it gently.

His eyes are glistening with unshed tears, as he whispers to you:

"It's okay, you can go now"

You look into his eyes one last time before your eyes slide shut, as you drift away into darkness.

He looks at you, tears falling down his cheeks.

He kisses your forehead one last time, before standing up, taking your body into his arms, carrying you out. He puts you into the backseat of Impala.

He gave you a hunter's funeral, scattering your ashes into the wind from the edge of a cliff. The wind blows, and the sun shines as your earthly remains go with the wind, free like a bird.

In the beginning there was a woman who was hellbent on bringing her beloved back, but in the end there was a man who had to let her go.

#supernatural #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #beau arlen #big sky #jensen ackles #soldier boy #the boys

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whump-cravings · 6 months

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Tortured Prince - Well Wishes

Tortured Prince AU Masterlist - TR3 Masterlist

1k | Original Work: AU of the Royal Three - Hakon and Rohisa's reaction to hearing about their brother wedding Queen Ochvlita

Content: angst

"Baltar... Baltar's alive, and he... married... Ochvlita?" Hakon echoed in disbelief.

"Hakon," Rohisa said from her seat in front of the king's desk. Still hurt and confused, he looked at her. "We have to consider the possibility that Baltar allied—"

Hakon's face cleared in understanding and just as quickly turned to anger. He stood sharply. "No," he said. "Don't even suggest it. He couldn't—he wouldn't—" Stepping away from the desk, he ran his hands over his head.

A stab of hurt and resentment shot through Rohisa, her fingers curling tightly around the cane in her lap. Why did she always have to be the voice of doubt? Wouldn't it be nice if, like Hakon, she could know that the hearts of men were so steadfast?

"Do you believe I enjoy positing this?" she snapped in a rare moment of honest ire. "I am aware of my reputation as cold-hearted, but do you think I have so little love for him? He's my baby brother, too."

Hakon stopped, his shoulders slumping. His eyes shone as he turned back to her. "I'm sorry, Rohisa. It's only... I can't fathom it. Baltar would not marry that woman of his own will."

"And I hope that's true, for the love of gods, I do," she said, chest aching. "But he vanished on the eve of our parents' assassination and only now appears months later in a public wedding to our enemy. It's..." she sighed, "too coincidental."

Rohisa had never been particularly religiously inclined, though she knew better than to publicly admit to such a thing. However, if there truly were gods above, she prayed now that her brother was in good health and conspiring against the enemy. That he had not succumbed to any mortal temptation or vice, that the Baltar she knew was the true Baltar. He surely could not have deceived them from his infancy, could he?

"Did you forget he cried for our help?" Hakon said, a tinge of accusation to his voice.

"No." Rohisa could never forget the haunting last message from their brother, one of the few clues as to what had happened. There had been some kind of struggle on the scene, and the lifeless body of an unknown man dressed in silvered noble garb. But with all potential eyewitnesses dead, it was hard to discern the truth of the matter. The message could have simply been meant to divide their energies and resources, or he could have been taken and had a change of heart, or any number of things.

"He had to have been coerced somehow," the king continued.

"How? She has nothing to hold over him." Torture could not convince someone to cooperate in such a manner, but the promise of power had swayed far more than one man in history. With two siblings ahead of him, Baltar had a slim chance of becoming king without directly eliminating the competition. Even though the Baltar she knew had never expressed any desire for such a thing.

Hakon slammed a fist on the wooden desktop. "You know I don't know!" he all but shouted. "But until we have absolute, incontrovertible proof that he is on Beor's side, I will not entertain speculation!"

Rohisa, lips pursed, fell quiet. There was little chance of getting through to him when he got like this.

Hakon braced himself against the desk, breathing heavy. Closing his eyes, he took a few deep breaths, then sank into his chair with his head in his hands.

It was a long moment before he finally managed to speak. "I... your pragmatism has saved us on more than one occasion," he said, not lifting his head. "But I cannot—" He paused, a quiver of pain in his voice as it turned to no more than a whisper, "I cannot bear what you suggest."

Rohisa closed her eyes too, turning her head aside. That tender heart of his... she wished she were better able to protect it. Would that we were not in a world that requires such callousness.

Hakon slowly straightened, regaining some composure. He laid a hand on the desk, gazing at it wearily. "As always, I trust you to... ascertain the truth. We still haven't much manpower to spare, but now that we know where he is, perhaps..."

A light knock at the door preceded Queen Mohini peeking into the room, forehead creased in worry and long braids swaying. "I heard yelling," she said in that thick accent of hers, looking to her morose husband. "Is everything alright?"

Rohisa gestured Mohini in further. Hakon had been loud enough that rumors were already going to break out like a bad rash among the palace staff, but they didn't need to let specifics out until Hakon gave a general address.

"We've received word of a royal wedding in Beor," Rohisa said after Mohini closed the door and stepped closer. "Queen Ochvlita has taken Baltar Nahali as husband."

The queen took in a sharp breath, looking between Rohisa and Hakon with upturned brow. "Oh," she said. "Oh no." She gave Rohisa's shoulder a squeeze. Fast-fading warmth emanated from the touch as Mohini moved to comfort her husband. Hakon readily leaned into her, interlacing his fingers in hers.

Rohisa looked down, an unbidden jealousy worming its way into her chest. That kind of closeness would never be hers—though, in large part, she didn't want all that such intimacy entailed. But when was the last time she was able to fully confide in anyone; to have them lighten the weight on her shoulders?

Before the war. Before Baltar and Hakon... She had lost one brother to Beor and the other to duty.

Such is my lot, she knew, shaking her head at her sentimentality. Too many secrets filled her head these days to truly fully confide in any one person, anyways. Standing with the help of her cane, she excused herself with, "I have missives to write," and left the grieving king with his queen.

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#angst #sibling angst #tortured prince #the royal three #Hakon having anger management issues #Rohisa feeling a bit lonely and sad #Baltar 100% having been coerced

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dmitri-smerdyakov · 1 year

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Chapter Five - Two Souls United

He watched with wide eyes as she reached for his hand and gently moved it towards her lips, just barely kissing the tips of his artist’s fingers. They were slightly calloused from many hours of work and sketching, and yet so gentle, so soft, that it made a strong wave of yearning wash over her - and she knew immediately what she wanted, what she had been wanting deep in her soul since he had saved her from ending her own life.

Tina looked up at him, her slow exhale warm against his fingers. “Put your hands on me, Newt.”

His breath hitched as he stared at her, unable to believe his own ears; his hand was shaking as she pressed it firmly against her clothed breast, fingers laced with his own, and it was only then that he found himself able to move. Overcome with desire for her, Newt leaned in and kissed her desperately, squeezing the curve of her soft bosom through the fabric of her dress; she moaned softly beneath him, pulling him over her as she slid down in the seat underneath his welcome weight, her legs opening to cradle the berth of his hips as he settled atop of her.

Let me make it clear right now that this story's rating has changed from M to E, and it's specifically because of a certain moment in this chapter that happens in a steamy car. In the film it cuts away just as they lie down in the car, and then after a couple of other scenes it switches back to them post-coitus - in my fic, I decided that fuck it, let's do the love scene. I must admit that I took a LOT of inspirations for the love scene from countless Titanic fics I've read about Jack/Rose's time in that car - obviously it's not directly copying anything but I have to give credit to the incredible authors of the Titanic (1997) fandom for their work because they all manage to capture the film and the couple so beautifully that it made me want to do the same for Newtina here!

So, to sum it up, this is my official warning that there is a sex scene in this chapter; I think it's relatively tame in all honestly, the focus is more on the connection between two people as they express their love in an adult way, the focus is very much on their emotions. Having said that, it's still a sex scene and it's obvious what they're doing! I suppose I also have to give a small warning that like Rose in the original film, Tina is seventeen and Newt is twenty like Jack was; by today's standards, I can understand why this may make people uncomfortable, but this part of the fic is set in 1912...and let's be real, in the film Rose (and by extension Tina in this fic) was betrothed to a much older man who's closer to his forties, so a three year age gap between the main couple is really NOT a big deal all things considered.

Anyway, with that in mind... enjoy!

#fantastic beasts and where to find them #tina goldstein #porpentina goldstein #newt scamander #newtina #newtina fanfiction #newtina fanfic #fanfiction #newt x tina #newtina titanic au #newtina smut #🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ they wanted to fuck in the backseat of a car it’s not my fault-

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melodylnoelle · 2 years

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Here We Are Again

The Cards Have Spoken - Week1 (@brightsun-and-darkmidnight ’s cards)

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Characters: Thor x Jane Foster, Loki Category: Angst - Break-Up Relationship: Ex-Lovers AU: Mafia Warnings/Notes: Mafia? I think? / For these, we are setting it to a minimum of 500 words. You can use these same cards for your own story if you like, but please tag me and @brightsun-and-darkmidnight so that we can see what you do! This was a different one for me, for sure. Please enjoy Words: 1022 Summary: Jane shows up at Thor’s home to break up with him again. Masterlist

“I mean it this time. This is it.”

Thor tried to let her words sink in. He and Jane had always had a rocky relationship – she seemed to not understand how busy he was and why, taking it personally when he wasn’t around as much as she thought he should be. They had broken up before, but she had come back to him every time. But the thought that she was leaving for good this time didn’t sit right with him.

They were seated across from each other in his living room – her on the couch, him in his favorite chair. She hadn’t even taken off her cream-colored coat and bright scarf, saying she couldn’t stay long.

Now he knew why.

He slid his hands to the end of the armrests and sighed. “Jane, I just don’t understand. After all we’ve been through-“

“’All we’ve been through’ is why I’m leaving you.” She had put air quotes around the words, but now knitted her fingers together and rested her hands on her lap. “You’ve gotten me hurt – almost gotten me killed – and for what? You already have more money thank you know how to spend. You could just stop.”

“I can protect you.”

“And you’ve said that before. You can’t if you’re always off doing God knows what.”

“My men can.”

“Oh yes, like that’s a substitute for your time.” She rolled her eyes. God, he hated when she did that. “Look, the biggest part of the problem is that even when you are here, you’re not here. I know you have the biggest drug empire on the east coast, but you’ve always put that before me. Before us. You care about that more than you care about me. And I shouldn’t take a backseat to all that!” She was waving her hands around at the room, animated now. “I should be more than just a sex toy for you. I want more than that.”

It took a second for him to recover from the shock of that. Did she truly not know how much he cared for her? His heart ached at the words. “That’s not true and you know it.”

“You won’t even let me in! You don’t tell me about your day, about how business is going, anything.” She continued like he hadn’t even spoken.

He scrubbed a calloused hand over his face. So she did know. She was just throwing words at him to make him angry. Well, it was working. “First, you want me to keep you safe. Then you want me to let you in on everything. Which is it that you want, woman?” He was raising his voice now, but he didn’t care. “You said yourself that I have the most powerful empire on the east coast. That comes with all the money and comfort that you could need, and it makes me a very powerful man.”

Her eyes narrowed at him. “Is that supposed to be a threat?”

He blinked at her. “To you? Of course not.” He took in her expression, and all the rage that was starting to simmer. A softer approach, then. He softened his voice when he spoke next. “But it does make me enemies. Enemies that can be dangerous enough that I don’t want you to know everything. For your own safety, in case the situation ever arises that one of them would want information from you. I could protect you anyway, but better to deter the thought that that would work.”

She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. When she opened them, she spoke. “Then it’s time to remove myself from the possibility of that situation.” She rose, crossing to the door behind him.

Thor didn’t move. He didn’t want her to go, and he wouldn’t help her to do so by escorting her out. He just turned in his chair to watch her over his shoulder.

She opened the door slightly, but she stopped. She looked over at him, the anger that had been in her eyes a moment ago giving way to sadness. “I truly wish you good luck, Thor. With everything.”

And then she was gone.

He turned back to face the spot where she had sat a moment ago. His heart sank, worse than it had any of the other times that she had left him. There was something in her eyes that made him doubt for a moment that she was ever coming back again, and that thought was tearing at him.

Not long after she gone, Loki appeared, two glasses of scotch in his hands. “That is unfortunate, brother.” He handed one of the glasses to Thor. “I liked her. I’m sorry.”

Thor would never understand how his brother came to know the things he knew, or how he just seemed to appear out of thin air all of the time. It had been an invaluable tool to help his empire grow, though, so he didn’t question it too much. “Thank you, Loki.”

Loki took a sip of his own scotch before asking. “So, what now?”

Thor didn’t answer, but downed most of his drink in one gulp. He was still staring at the place on the couch where Jane had been. He thought of the way her light curls had framed her face, the way the light had made shadows on her pretty face…

She had thought he had meant to threaten her, And yet, when she left, she still looked at him with such softness, like she didn’t really want to go.

He hadn’t needed to threaten her – didn’t want to force her into being there. But all the same, with that look, he knew she would be back. The mystery of being with him, and the allure of being able to afford all of the books or telescopes that she could dream of – that would be enough to lead her back to him, as it always had.

He scrubbed his hand over his face again. Dragging with it any of the doubt he was feeling. Then he finished his drink and rose.

For he had work to do.

#writing #mcu #thor #jane foster #mafia au

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luminnara · 3 years

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Breeding | alpha!bakugou x omega!reader 18+ ONLY

Summary: deep down, all katsuki wants is to be a father. He’ll never admit it, though.

Just a short lil somethin somethin I wanted to get out of my system!

18+ ONLY AND I MEAN IT

Warnings: smut, pregnancy, knotting, a/b/o, heat/rut

Your heats were always strong enough to kick Katsuki into a rut the second he smelled the change in your pheromones.

You had stopped taking any kind of heat suppressants when you met him, partially because you hated that they tended to make you nauseous and partially because he got grumpy whenever you brought them up. It hurt his ego a little, you figured; after all, Katsuki was about as alpha as they came, with ruts that were so wild and explosive they were practically legendary. He was a big, tough, desirable alpha, the number two pro hero, and despite what seemed like an entire fan base of omegas throwing themselves at his feet, he had chosen you.

You weren’t a hero, or even a sidekick. Your quirk didn’t really lend itself to big, valiant acts of heroism, so you had just foregone that route and chosen a much different career for yourself instead:

Fashion.

That’s actually how you had met Katsuki. You worked for his mother as an assistant, listening to her go on and on about her pro-hero son every day. At first, you just nodded and smiled, going along with whatever your boss said, but as time passed, you started to get...almost invested. You looked forward to listening to her gush about him, and whenever she managed to convince him (against his will, apparently) to grab lunch with her, she would come back carrying faint, lingering scents of campfire and marshmallows, and as time passed, she began to notice the way you tried to drink it in.

Then, one thing led to another, and Mitsuki was introducing the two of you. The rest was history.

Now, you had been a mated pair for quite some time, living together in a nice penthouse thanks to Katsuki’s hefty checks from his hero work. You spent most of your free time together, frequently hosting friends and enjoying their company. You had grown used to the boisterous pros your alpha hung out with, and you enjoyed having the likes of Kirishima and Kaminari around.

Except when you were in heat, of course, and Katsuki made sure that you were completely hidden from the world, that you were his and his alone. He was possessive under normal circumstances, but with a mating cycle involved? Oh, he was incessant.

“Who d’you belong to, baby?” he cooed in your ear as he rubbed himself against your slick entrance.

“Y-you, alpha,” you breathed out, voice hitching. Sweat was plastering your hair to your face, your skin feverish as you whined and begged for him.

You’d been like that all day. You had known your heat was coming up, of course, but not just because of the usual symptoms like nesting and cramps; no, you always knew exactly when you were due to begin thanks to Katsuki. He was better at keeping track than you were, going so far as to mark it on the calendar so he’d know when to take time off from hero work.

At first, you’d told him it was fine. He didn’t need to stay so on top of things, and he definitely didn’t need to push his work aside for you. But Katsuki wouldn’t even entertain the thought of leaving you home alone to deal with your heats, and ever since you had first gotten together, he spent every single one taking care of you. He’d fuck you senseless, of course, but he also loved bringing you food and water, determined to keep you from accidentally starving yourself, and he always helped you bathe when you eventually got tired enough to take a break from his dick.

It was incredibly domestic of him, and you were grateful to have such an attentive alpha around...because, after all, when you were in heat, there was really only one thing you could think about.

“Alpha,” you whined, gripping the sheets. “P-please, alpha, please...”

“Want my cock?” he teased, nudging the head inside. You were dripping wet, slick running down your thighs, and as he felt how hot your pussy was, he let out a low groan. “Fuck, kitten, not gonna last long in you...”

“D-Don’t care,” you moaned, desperate to feel him stretching you. “J-Just want your cock, alpha, please...”

Well, who was he to deny you, especially when you asked so sweetly?

He rolled his hips forward, pushing into your hot core and immediately moaning. “Fuck...”

You took him so well. You always did. It was like you were made for him.

As he thrusted in and out of you, Katsuki lowered his head, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. Taking you from behind was his favorite way to fuck, but if he kept looking at the way your ass bounced when he pounded into you, he knew he would lose it. He wanted to make you cum at least a couple times before he filled you up, but at the rate things were going, that wasn’t going to take very long.

Whenever you were in heat, orgasms seemed to wash over you whenever your alpha was fucking you. Just the feeling of his cock ramming into you was enough to have you crying his name, more slick gushing down your thighs. There was nothing you loved more than the feeling of your alpha, and Katsuki was a very, very good alpha.

“That’s it,” he said, breath hot against your skin. “Gimme another, baby, cum on this cock...”

He reached down, his calloused fingers finding your clit. The moment he touched it, you let out a loud whine, your pussy squeezing around him desperately.

It was going to drive him mad.

“T-Tell Alpha what you want,” he managed to choke out, trying to focus.

“Fill me up,” you moaned, clawing at the sheets. “Breed me, please...want your pups...”

The thought was just too much. Katsuki lost himself, grabbing your hips roughly as his knot began to swell. Picturing you growing round with his pups, your tits heavy with milk...fuck, he just wanted to fill you up over and over again and never let you go.

So that’s what he did.

A few weeks later, you were pacing around the apartment, nervous as all hell as you chewed your nails. It was a bad habit you had been trying to kick, but right now, you didn’t care; Katsuki would be getting home any minute, and you weren’t sure if you were petrified or ecstatic to tell him the news.

When you heard the door open and his scent came wafting in, you nearly jumped out of your skin.

“Hey, babe,” your mate called lazily, kicking the door shut like always before shucking his boots off.

“H-Hey,” you squeaked, standing in the kitchen doorway.

At the sound of your tiny voice, he froze, nostrils flaring as he took in your anxious scent. “What’s wrong?”

“I...uh....” you gulped, looking at the floor. You were too scared to make eye contact, even with the man you loved so much.

“Babe?” he asked, approaching you. His normally rough voice was softer now, red eyes full of concern.

“Remember my last heat?” you asked, daring to glance up at him. Fuck, he was so big...you were starting to understand why other alphas were so scared of him.

“Course.” he chuckled. “How could I forget? You were so fuckin’ wet, baby...”

“Y-yeah, well...um...” you turned, heading for the kitchen counter. You didn’t know how to use your words anymore. Maybe showing him would be easier.

Katsuki followed at your heels, reaching for your wrist. He managed to catch you, but not before you grabbed something and spun back around to face him, the item hidden behind your back.

“You have to promise not to be mad.” you said, voice wavering slightly.

“I’m never mad at you, babe.” he growled. “But you’d better fuckin’ show me what you’re hiding.”

Nodding quickly, you squeezed your eyes shut and held your hand out towards him.

When you didn’t hear anything, you peeked up at him.

He was staring, his eyes wide. His gaze was focused on the pregnancy test in your hand, chest rising and falling with every breath.

You immediately panicked.

“I-I’m sorry!” you blurted, backing up until you hit the counter. “I-I didn’t expect this to happen, it never has before, I don’t know what--”

“Omega.” he interrupted, chest vibrating with a loud purr. “Is that test positive?”

You nodded, tears springing to your eyes.

Then, the widest smile you’d ever seen lit up his face, and he was sweeping you off your feet.

“You’re pregnant?” he asked, spinning you around.

“Y-yes,” you answered, chest still tight with anxiety.

“Finally.” he set you back down on your feet, his arms still tight around you. “Been waitin’ so long...”

“Wh-what?” you asked, wiping at your tears. “You’re not mad?”

“Mad?” he scoffed. “Why the fuck would I be mad? I’ve always wanted pups with you. Just didn’t know if you were ready or not.”

“Oh.” you let out a laugh as your chest finally loosened up a bit. “I guess I am...”

“Hey.” he leaned his forehead against yours, that purr still rumbling in his chest. “I’m gonna take care of you. You’re mine forever, ‘n don’t you fuckin’ forget that.”

#abo #alpha!bakugou #alpha bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou imagines #alpha!bakugou x omega!reader

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