#Reblogged if you're so pumped up and ready for the FINALE!!

[gyllenhaalstories]

COUNT IT DOWN — JAKE GYLLENHAAL

summary: jake grunts. jake grunts a lot. jake grunts very loudly. do i need to say more?

warnings: smut (semi public sex, quickie, fingering, penetration, orgasm control, creampie). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 2920

gifs credits: me @/gyllenhaalstories / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: i can't get the sound of jake's grunts out of my head (not that i want to anyway) 🥵 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

"9, 10, 11, 12..."

You sighed. They had been counting to twenty so many times over, they probably hit the million mark by now.

"13, 14, 15, 16..."

You busied yourself around the gazebo, alternating between taking photos of the cloudy sky and videos of the gentle breeze that made the branches of the pretty flower bushes surrounding the area dance.

"Harder!"

The camera, following your movement, focused on Jake rather than the white flowers.

"17, 18, 19... 20!"

"Fuck!" Another grunt.

Jake's trainers and fitness team showered him in praise for sustaining yet another repetition of literal gut punches.

But all you could hear was the noises he just made.

Your man glanced over at you and waved, soft giggles completed the picture. He was gesturing something. For someone who spoke so much with his hands, he was not that good at it.

You figured he meant he was almost done. Or so you hoped.

The punches started all over again, but the sound of the gloves hitting Jake's skin and the redness that bloomed over his abs indicated they were going all in for this last set.

You approached the gazebo, attention focusing on the noises that Jake was making and how he scrunched his nose with each punch.

With each grunt too. Was it a subterfuge to distract himself from the pain, to trick his mind and body to take hit after hit?

Your jaw dropped, although only Jake noticed, while you watched them. It was mesmerizing. No, actually, it was hypnotizing.

The ceiling fans could not rotate fast enough to dry the layer of sweat that was all over Jake's body. He contracted his abs with all his might, hands behind his head and torso exposed to receive more torture. The masochistic exercise was sending his brain into overdrive.

You murmured a faint "You're gonna hurt yourself" that got blatantly ignored by everyone in the room. You clutched on your phone harder, as if you were receiving a part of all that pain too. The fingernails of your free hand dug crescent shapes into your palm.

"One more." His opponent was back at it with the assault on Jake's abs. Everybody in the room chanted the last series of numbers until the training was finally over. In between each digit, there was a loud grunt. In between each hit, the veins of Jake's pelvis bulged while pumping all the blood that made his skin a dark share of red.

Everybody but you retreated to one of the many entrances of the gazebo, getting ready to leave. Meanwhile, you leaned on the column for much needed balance.

"That was fantastic!" Jake laughed. His laughter was the only one that sounded genuine. The other guys chuckled, worried, at his appearance. They pointed out how he was "red as shit". To which Jake answered that "We want the movie to be good, you know."

You were concerned, still, but more so turned on by the scene.

The endorphins were hitting Jake hard. You could tell he was worked up in more ways than one. The euphoric giggles and cocky smile, the way he hopped and jogged around the gazebo to keep his body in this momentum. He was not hearing a word that his team was telling him, something about setting up his ice bath, as they exited the area in a cacophony of squeaky shoe noises. The only thing Jake acknowledged was your presence.

You let him walk to you close enough to pull you by the hand so he could kiss your lips.

"I knew it. I knew you wanted to watch." He smirked. "I gave one hell of a good show, didn't I?" He took your phone out of your hand and set it on the bench from where he grabbed a towel to wipe his forehead with. "Don't tell me that's not true, it's written all over your pretty face."

You rolled your eyes, not even trying to stand up for yourself. "So, you're done now?"

Jake shrugged with a not-so innocent grin on his blushing face. "Kinda."

"What do you mean, kinda?" You sighed, annoyed. "If I hear you guys count up to twenty again today, I swear..."

"Ooh, I'm scared." He giggled again. He calmed down and squinted, looking at you through his long lashes. "No counting up."

Your satisfaction with his answer was short lived.

"But we'll count it down."

You watched him while he draped the towel down on the black mats. "Remember when I bet that you wanted to join me today? I was right." He took a step closer to you. "I'm feeling all the good luck running through my veins right now, so I wanna make another bet."

You looked at him with a confused arched brow. Your eyes studied his body. From the messy wet hair, down to the curve of his pecs, and even further down to his swollen abs; your eyes were met with the bulge in his shorts.

"I bet you that I can make you cum," he brought your attention back to his face. "With twenty thrusts."

"Here?" He nodded. His team was not far away, you could hear them dump bags of ice in the converted trash container that was used for temperature shocks. You rolled your eyes. Laughing while taking in so much pain was insane, but not having a care in the world about getting caught was even more insane. "Nah."

"Come on! I know you want to." He repeated the next words in a lower, quieter voice. "I know you want me to fuck you." He caressed your cheek with the back of his hand. "Twenty thrusts, that's all I'm asking." Jake loved to work his magic, he knew all too well that this same magic worked every time. Well, almost. "You gonna give it to me? Gonna let me fuck your pretty pussy? Gonna let me show you who you belong to?" The hand that was on your cheek started to travel down your body, following the shape of your stomach until it slid under the hem of your clothes.

You gasped when you felt his warm hand cup your pussy underneath your panties.

He grunted when his fingers dipped ever so slightly in your wetness. "Yeah, you do. You want it so fucking bad." He pushed his middle finger between your folds and teased your clit. "You were getting so worked up from watching me that you had to go play in the flowers like a busy little bee. You couldn't keep your eyes off me for long, huh?"

You cut his monologue short with a passionate kiss. Your tongue invaded his mouth but quickly lost the battle for dominance.

The way you moaned against Jake's lips gave him the unspoken permission pull down your pants after you both kicked off your shoes. He broke the kiss to help you lay down on the towel and remove his shorts too. "I take it as you accept my bet?"

You both laughed while you gently slapped his chest. "Just fuck me already."

"Attagirl." You did not need to say it twice. Jake spread your legs open and positioned himself between them, kneeling and taking deep breaths while he took in the sight of you offering your body to him.

"We gotta be quiet." You reminded him about the risks of getting caught. What a waste of words.

Jake used your wet pussy to jerk off and lube his cock. He looked at you and how you squirmed under him. You were so wet for him, he glided over your folds and clit easily. "Oh yeah, looks like you care so much about being quiet." He didn't give you time to protest, he guided his cock and pressed it against your entrance. "I don't give a fuck if they hear. And judging by how wet you are..." He pushed, slowly, until his tip was inside of your clenching walls. "You want them to hear us too."

You moved on him, helping Jake get all the way inside you. He was surprised, but through a nod you both agreed that the first thrust did not count.

Jake puts his hands on your stomach, keeping you immobile and at his mercy. "Count down for me, baby."

And you did just that, or so you tried. Jake's first five thrusts were slow and deep, he let you get adjusted to his size while he praised you over and over again about how good you felt wrapped around him. He was rock hard, all the stamina built up from his training made it near impossible to hold himself back and stick to his stupid bet.

"Please, harder!"

Jake grunted in response. He obliged, happily. Selfishly, too. He scrunched his nose and bared his teeth with each thrust.

When you called out the number fifteen with a loud and long moan, he switched things up.

He lifted your legs so you could use his body to lean them on. In this position, you were slightly lifted upwards. He pulled almost all the way out and pushed all the way back in your pussy. The angle made your entire body flinch. He waited for you to say the next number out loud, but his patience ran out fast. "We're not even halfway done and you've gone dumb already? That's my good girl."

With the next ten thrusts, Jake successfully fucked the shyness out of you. You counted down from 15 to 5 loud enough to please him and most certainly loud enough to be heard. He was reaching so deep inside of you, that a few of those numbers failed to come out of your mouth. Instead, your incoherent "Ah, ah, ah" drove Jake even crazier and that made him want to keep hitting that sweet spot.

Now, there were five thrusts left. You could tell that Jake was dangerously close to the edge by the way he grunted louder and without any restraint. He was lost in the moment, without a care for the world that surrounded him. All that mattered to him was making you feel good.

"Fuck!" You cried out when his thumb brushed over your untouched clit. "That wasn't part of the," you panted, he rubbed your clit faster. "Of the rules."

"Do I look like I care?" He breathed out. "Look at me."

You batted your cock drunk eyes at him and took in the view. He looked so good, all sweaty and needy from this different, and much more entertaining, form of exercise.

"That's it, forget about it. You don't need to think." He pulled out, leaving just his leaky tip inside your hole. He watched your chest rise and fall with anticipation for the next thrust that followed quickly after.

"5... 4..." You counted along.

"3," Jake counted down with you. His thumb rubbed your clit at the perfect pace and intensity. Your pussy clenched so tight around him that he knew the last couple of thrusts would make it almost impossible not to cum too quickly. You were both so close. "Just like that, baby. You're taking me so fucking good."

"2." Your face twisted into a blissful expression. Nothing else mattered other than your imminent release. You rested your hands on Jake's arms, kind of trying to keep him close but also kind of trying to push him away so you could process the way your body felt in this very moment.

Jake stilled inside of you. The way your walls clenched and relaxed around his cock felt heavenly. He pulled out completely and sat back. He grunted when he caught the view of your pussy, juices leaking down on the towel from your stretched out hole. You looked so tempting, so delicious. If only he had more time, he would devour you like there was no tomorrow. If only. "Ready, baby?"

You nodded, hands reaching in his direction to try and bring him back where you needed him the most, which was balls deep inside of you.

"Yeah, you are." He leaned forward to kiss you, a distraction from the touch of his fingers on your sensitive clit. He needed you closer, impossibly closer, so that he could feel you explode all around him.

You arched your back. He swallowed your moans. Your legs tried to wrap around his waist, you were trying anything to get him to make you see stars.

"I regret this stupid bet." He scoffed. He looked down at his slick covered cock, it was red and veiny like the rest of his abdomen. It throbbed between your bodies. He could not wait any longer. He used his free hand to line himself with your entrance for the last time. He took a deep breath and exhaled when he pushed his cock inside of you.

Inch by inch, you felt all of his length until he bottomed out. With his thumb rubbing your clit, it all felt so intense. You let out your loudest moans yet when you started to cum on his command.

Jake tried to talk you through it, telling you that you were his "perfect cockslut" and that "your pussy was made to take my cum". He slurred his words more than anything.

His voice echoed in your empty mind, so did the sound of his grunts when your clenching walls brought him to his orgasm.

He fought to keep his eyes open so he could watch your reaction to being filled with his load. Jake moaned your name when your pussy relaxed around him. It finally let him move, not that he wanted to.

Your legs fell down on the floor and you laid there, giggling to yourself. Jake lost no time to join you, laughing along while he kissed your lips.

You put one hand on his cheek and the other one on the back of his head, not caring for his sweaty hair. You pulled him closer for another kiss. You wanted this moment to last forever, and, well, you desperately wanted a second round.

"Oh shit." Jake cursed when he was called out for his ice bath again. "Just in time." He pointed out the odd timing, right when you guys finished. The was no way this was a coincidence.

Your eyes widened at the realization. There was no way this was a coincidence. They heard you. They heard it all.

"Coming!" Jake yelled out then exploded in a fit of giggles while he stood up and put his gym shorts back on.

"You're unbelievable." You, finally, laughed along with him while trying to hold your body up on your wobbly knees.

Jake looked down at you and scrunched his nose again. "You look so fucking good down there."

"I know." You agreed.

Jake winked at you, then he told you how you were the unbelievable one. He adjusted himself in his boxers, apprehending the temperature shock that awaited him, but you pushed his hands out of the way.

You licked over his puffy, red abs in a long stripe. You tasted his salty sweat on your tongue while you kept going for as far as you could.

You earned a loud grunt and helping hands to pull you back up on your feet. "You're not shy now, huh?" He smiled from ear to ear while he watched you dress up too. Jake promised himself that he was not going to let this be the only time you licked his sweat like that. You could not get away with doing something so hot.

You caught him staring so you stole a quick kiss from his lips as to not take an even longer and more suspicious amount of time before sending Jake back to his fitness team.

"Don't worry, baby." He tried to reassure you, which worked for a split second. "Everybody already heard you while you were cumming. I'm sure they won't mind if we take a little more time." Jake held your jaw in his hand and planted a long kiss on your lips, making sure you did not wiggle away from him just yet. He called the shots, or so he liked to think, and only pulled away when his named was called out again.

You shooed him away, laughing along.

"Go back to the house and wait for me there, yeah?" He started to jog away from you and exited the gazebo. "I'll need something to warm me up afterwards." He turned around to wink at you and he disappeared from your sight. You could still hear his mischievous giggling while you collected your senses, until the noise was replaced with the group of men loudly discussing the amount of ice to put in the makeshift bath.

You picked up the towel from the floor, hiding the evidence that the drops of his cum left behind, and you grabbed your phone from where Jake left it. You squinted when you noticed how it was propped up against a boxing glove, aimed in the direction where Jake fucked you. You gasped audibly when you discovered that your phone was recording the scene the entire time. You held your phone tightly in your hand and walked out of the gazebo, heart racing and heat radiating from your core.

Jake was right: he would need something warm to help him recover from the ice bath. And with this little video of yours... You knew exactly how to keep his favourite set of holes ready.

[oliviajdjarin]

Azriel Shadowsinger: Sex Habits

Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader (she/her; afab)

Summary: Headcanons (more like a bunch of imagines) about how Az treats his mate in the bedroom and otherwise.

Warnings: smut, smut, smut, smut, smuuuuuuut. Azriel is a switch, so is reader, swearing, lord of bloodshed cameo. This is pretty fucking dirty.

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Thank you @cherryjain17 for this amazing, inspiring request. I hope I did it justice.

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Morning

-I am of the opinion that Azriel fucks you differently depending upon the time of day.

-Let's start with morning, shall we?

-Azriel is a scheduled, reliable male. Training in the morning, always, no matter the night he had before. He owed it to his High Lord to always be ready for a fight - physically, and mentally. His constant, consistent training was how he maintained that.

-However, what Rhys didn't know about what he partook in before training wouldn't hurt him.

-When Az would wake in the morning next to your - usually naked - sleeping, curled, warm body, hair sprayed across the pillows, scent unique to you filling his lungs, face painted in pure elation and serenity...

-...yeah, he would get a little hard.

-The best was when you would wake up with him, eyes dull with sleep, but their color still bright. A small, languid smile on your face. He couldn't help but touch you in that moment, his body begging him to satisfy every sense he had with the feeling of you.

-He would begin with your face, dragging the knuckle of his pointer finger across your cheekbone. Opening his palm to feel the entirety of your cheek. Tracing down the column of your throat with his pointer finger. Painting across your collarbone with every digit. Cupping your breasts delicately, fondling them, massaging them. Dragging fingers down the center of your stomach, heating up every inch of it before finally...

-...yeah, I think we get it.

-The interesting thing about sex in the morning with Azriel is that, although it begins slow, he goes fucking fast in the mornings. Pounding his fingers into you over and over again, your cum dripping down his fingers and wrist. When he finally tastes you, it's a feast. Sloppy and wet and messy and you're groaning and he's smiling so fucking big. He gets you right on the edge of euphoria before pulling back and pressing a quick kiss to your lips and turning you around, face pressed against your soft pillow, and plunging himself inside of you without a drop of mercy.

-(All of this happens within minutes because, like I said, he's got a schedule to keep).

-As he ravages you, pumping in and out and in and out faster than your brain can process, he fucking sweats. It drips down his back, down his face, across his lips, down his chest, everywhere. Your still drowsy body loves when you scrape your nails down it, coating your palms with it and fucking up his previously clean, fluffed hair with it.

-The finest, perfect part about his sex in the morning is that, even though it's rough, quick, rabid, he holds you close the entire time. He cradles your head in his forearms, litters your spine in passionate, lingering kisses, holds your hips like a cracking sculpture, caresses your scalp, thighs, and lower back.

-It is a paradox; rough yet gentle, greedy yet giving, horrid yet beautiful, quick yet endless, and hateful, yet some of the most loved you ever feel by him.

-When he finishes, and you finish multiple times, he departs you with only a kiss, and rushes down the stairs to make it in just enough time for Cassian to not suspect anything.

-He gives you smirks and winks all day anyway, much to your chagrin.

Afternoon

-Around mid to late afternoon is when Azriel tends to get an itch.

-An itch to step away from it all: his desk, his tasks, his responsibilities.

-Sometimes this itch can be scratched by something simple: a walk around Velaris, or a flight, a cup of cocoa, or even a quick nap.

-Other times, however, this metaphorical itch can only be scratched by the exclusive, spectacular taste of his mate.

-And luckily for you, Azriel is the fucking king of quickies.

-He finds you within minutes, utilizing the convenient bond cemented in his very bones, and conveys his desires with only a look.

-Some days, you decline. Too busy with work, too tired from a night previous, or just plainly not in the mood.

-On these days, Azriel understands. He leaves you respectfully, always with a short kiss and a silent promise of "later" permeating in the air.

-On the days where you do accept, however, is when Azriel truly lights on fire.

-The caveat to quickies with Azriel, however, is that he cannot risk any...leakage onto his clothing. Whether that be cum, spit, or otherwise.

-Frankly, you couldn't either. The both of you took your jobs and professionalism too seriously.

-Which is what makes these quickies so fucking good.

-He kisses you, hard, and lifts you under your ass against his waist to press you against a nearby wall, covering the both of you in shadow. He kisses you until your head spins before unzipping whatever top you have on, and claiming the shit out of your breasts.

-Gods how he loves your breasts.

-He kisses and licks, nibbles and bites, marks and marks and marks you all over your chest and ribcage, whispering words dripping in honey.

-"All mine, these are all mine, aren't they?"

-"Never going to get enough of these - enough of you."

-"I can hear your heart, baby. Need a break?"

-"Fuck you," you respond, your matching smiles and shining eyes giving away your infectious joy.

-He kisses your tits long enough to make your mouth go dry from hanging open so long, before finally making his way up to your throat, whispering "mine" along the column.

-Never leaving a mark.

-He kisses around your pulse, and sometimes you kiss around his as well, before finally recolliding his mouth with your own, and kissing you like a male starved. Mapping you like a cartographer exploding a new land. Rejoicing in the mix of your skin and your mouth on his tongue like a male on his knees in prayer.

-You would think just kisses from him wouldn't count as a quickie, but with how thoroughly and religiously and hungrily he does, you come close to release every time.

-The both of you counted it.

-On days when his cartography becomes too much to bare, or the ego in your chest roars at the thought of him getting you so close to release by just his kisses, your fingers finagle their way to the tent growing in his pants, and palm him through the leather.

-Azriel felt that, as long as your mouth was not on him, he could control himself. The bar of professionalism would be met, and the risk of leakage would be next to none.

-But you have never been one not to test a theory, especially in the name of science.

-You palm him so wretchedly ferociously and savagely that you can practically sketch the exact curve, vein, and girth of his bulge. That's how hard he gets through his pants. You wonder if there is any blood left for his brain.

-You even push him away from you and lick him through the leather, never enough to stain his pants, but enough for him to feel the heat of your tongue cupping his balls and dragging across his dick.

-Still, he never comes, not once; however, that didn't mean he didn't retaliate.

-On days when you'd suck him off this way, he strikes back like a true Illyrian warrior.

-Unforgiving, and calculated.

-He guides you away from him, and does the exact same thing to you.

-Fingers you through your pants, pressing the fabric so taught against your clit you thought you would explode, before pulling his hand away, and replacing it with his mouth. Licking your folds through the fabric, nudging your clit with his nose, devouring and consuming you through the protection of one tiny piece of fabric.

-The mix of heat and fabric is so delicious that, every time, he leaves you near tears.

-He pulls away from you slowly, makes sure you can stand on two feet, and with one last kiss to your cheek, he backs away from you.

-"Later," he whispers, one of his shadows drying the tears staining your hot cheeks. "I want more of you later. I want more of you always."

-You always somehow return to the task you were attempting to accomplish previously, mind puddy, hands shaking, and breasts deliciously sore.

Night

-So yes, Azriel likes to fuck you fast. Leave you wanting more. Drooling for him. Pooling on the floor. Left on shaking knees. Departing from you with only a few words.

-But his favorite, most beloved way to fuck you is to make love to you. Slowly. Intimately. In every way he knows you love.

-And that is how he does it at nighttime.

-But, I am getting ahead of myself.

-After long days of meetings, missions, planning, or even just boring paperwork, there is nothing he adores more than a quiet, serene dinner with you. He enjoys cooking the meal himself, usually making something one of you has mentioned having a recent craving for, and absolutely beaming when you finally walk through the door.

-You join him in the kitchen, and immediately wrap your hands around his waist, pulling him into a hug. He holds you close, breathing in the products in your hair, and kissing the top of your head.

-"How was your day?" you ask him.

-He's honest. Somedays he says "good," somedays he says "okay," and somedays he just sighs.

-You don't usually ask him to elaborate on those days unless you get the feeling that he wants to, but no matter what, he always asks you the question back.

-You are always honest with him too.

-After that, he finishes off dinner, and the two of you eat. Some nights it's full of conversations, sometimes superficial, like how the weather has been, but sometimes they're deep. Deep enough that sometimes he wonders if your words are able to reach inside of his brain and stroke it, hitting it exactly where he needs to be challenged, praised, or questioned.

-It was unreal every time, how well you knew him.

-Other nights, however, were coated in comfortable silence. Maybe you were both too tired to talk, or too content, or couldn't think of much to say. He never minded. If there was anything he could appreciate, it was happy, wonderful, comfortable silence. It was a sign that his day had come to an end, he had kept his Court and his people safe, and he had done at least something right.

-And what better way to bask in the safety of silence than with the person who knows you better than anyone, and the person you have more love for than stars in the sky.

-After the two of you have full stomachs, he always leads you to your shared bedroom by his arm, and pushes your chair in for you.

-Your face heats every time. Without fail.

-So does his.

-He leads you to the bedroom and kisses you once, twice, three times, before departing to take care of the dishes. He pictures how you make the mundane, simple task of getting ready for bed so godsdamn beautiful: your face cleaned, your hair refreshed, your breath newly minted, and your shoulders and jaw relaxed. A timeless beauty. A vulnerable sight, only for him.

-He finishes up and heads back to you, hands clean and soul at ease. He finds you already in bed; maybe reading, maybe writing, maybe already closing your eyes.

-He gets ready for bed himself, making sure his teeth and tongue are brushed thoroughly.

-Some nights, that is it. He joins you in bed and you drift off together, holding each other close at the beginning of the night, and closer in the morning. Smiles on your faces. Soft snores escaping you. Bodies breathing in sync.

-But not most nights.

-Most nights, after him joining you in bed, you pull him in, and kiss him so softly he barely feels it.

-But it's there.

-"Touch me, Azriel," you whisper, "and let me touch you."

-And he lets you.

-The kisses start soft, just lips on lips, before your tongue breaks his lips apart, and your bodies begin to warm up. Either he lays you down on your back or you push him down, either way, one of you gets on top of the other, and the two of you begin to do nothing less than venerate each other.

-So much kissing, so much feeling each other up and down; down each other's backs, across each other's faces, through each other's hair, across each other's stomachs, and so much breathing and groaning against each other's skin.

-This is all before a scrap of clothing comes off.

-When it does, however, Azriel undresses you like a nurse would undress a wound. Almost in slow motion, so he can take a peek at how every inch of your body looks that day. Maybe you gained a bruise, a scratch, a freckle, or a stretch mark. Either way, he wanted to make note of every inch of your body, memorizing every way your skin moved or wrinkled, your muscles flexed. He needs the image of you in his mind constantly updated.

-You do the same to him. Collecting every change in his body and adding them to his mental schema.

-When all of your clothes are finally off, and his mate stands before him completely raw, is when he begins to lose control of his mouth.

-"Gods, have you always looked like this?"

-"So warm, so soft."

-"How come every time I see you, I feel like I've spent my entire life blind?"

-His claim of never needing to resort to poetry holds true, but that doesn't mean he isn't damn good at it.

-After minutes and minutes of leaving hickeys, kisses, and indents on each other, so much so that both of your lower stomachs have begun to boil and your lungs are gasping for air, is when Azriel pulls away.

-"Can I?" he asks as he presses his forehead against yours, his hazel eyes glowing and his bulge pressed against your slick. You nod, smiling, and with one last kiss, he slides home.

-And fuck does he go nauseatingly slow.

-Even if you're on top, he ensures you pierce yourself with him with purpose, sliding his dick all the way in, all the way out, and all the way in, over and over and over.

-It was fucking heaven how well he fit in you, how he got you so wet you didn't even need to try, how deep his dick goes inside of you...

-...and how he has no qualms about never shutting the fuck up.

-Especially when you're on top - the view of you sliding him in and out of you, your body fully open to him to admire, and face at his disposal to kiss and whisper into.

-"My mate, oh my mate."

-"Right there, do you feel that? Fuck you take me so well."

-"My gods look at us, look at me in you."

-"You like that? Right there? I fucking love you. My mate. My love. My soul."

-As I said, poetry.

-One thing he never fails to take advantage of is the full-length mirror leaning against your wall, giving the both of you the perfect menu of angles to view yourselves.

-I think you know where this is going.

-"Look at us, baby. Look at us."

-"You're so fucking beautiful."

-"Look at yourself when you take me inside you."

-He goes on and on, drunk on the feeling of you, diminishing him of any sort of filter.

-I cannot imagine any reason you would want to shut up the most private, silent male in all of Prythian while he's sprouting sweet nothings to you, but if you do, there's one surefire way to do it.

-Reaching out your pointer and middle finger, only two fingers are necessary, and tracing thin lines down the veins in his wings.

-Never will you ever see him go so silent so quickly. His cheeks instantly redden and his voice escapes him. His cock begins to twitch inside you, his grip on either you or the sheets becomes so fierce his scarred knuckles turn a milk white, and his mouth falls open.'

-He becomes immediately and totally helpless.

-The two of you begin to fuck harder then, chasing the high the both of you are so close to, fucking into each other faster and faster and faster until finally you are coming on his cock, and he is spraying across your thighs.

-Finding release with a mate is different than any other - it is blinding, hot, and immeasurably pleasurable. It fills every vein in your body with a molten rapture, forcing you to collapse into his body, and his own to collapse onto yours. The bond within both of your chests throbbing in delight like a second heartbeat.

-After a few moments of you practically regaining consciousness, his warm, sweat covered body begins to move against you, making sure your head is comfortable on a pillow and your body is flat. He then presses kisses all across your face, etching a smile onto your face.

-"I still believe," he whispers against your temple, "that I will never get enough. I love you I love you I love you."

-The smell of sex and sweat vanquishes your nostrils as you stand up and head to the bathroom, Az's eyes burning holes through your skin.

-By the time you return, Azriel's arms are open to you, and you tuck yourself in. He holds you impossibly close, his miniscule chest hair rubbing against your cheek. His wings add a second layer of protection.

-Your body begins to fade, but your mind lingers a little longer to process one final statement whispered into your hair.

-"Gods, never allow me to be parted from her."

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[thekidsralright]

a love worth fighting for.

pairing: abby anderson x f!reader

synopsis: anderson is the name on everybody's lips when it comes to discussing the newest up-and-coming boxers of the season. with the help of her coach and you by her side, she's going for the world title. but what will she have to sacrifice to get there?

an: so, it's finally here. this is a big one for me folks - i'd go as far as to say the biggest fic i've ever worked on. ever. i'd love for this to be multi chapter, but that depends on the reception part 1 receives. if you like it, please reblog and let me know your thoughts. i'm proud of this, so be kind with your comments x

warnings: 18+ mdni. violence, swearing, references to smut (despite this chap not having any super explicit content, if i decide to continue this fic there will defo be heavy smut in the next upload - so don't even bother reading the first part if you're not of age).

The MC’s voice reverberates throughout the stadium, drowning out the cacophony of cheers, boos, and overarching buzz from the crowd. You could never predict who they would back until the night, usually finding that boxing fans are easily swayed depending on who gets the first punch in. You were hoping all support would be directed at her tonight, god she needed it. Trying to maintain a positive attitude is hard when your girlfriend's opponent is making his way into the ring, his impressive height and wide, muscular shoulders towering leagues above his teams; arms raised, working the crowd and hyping them up in anticipation for the fight to come. They’re already eating out of his hands, the bastards.

“Ladieeees and Gentlemaaan! Welcome to the main event. In the blue corner, weighing in at 188 pounds, undefeated in 48 fights; he needs no introduction folks - it’s the man, the beast, Zach ‘Thunderstorm’ Norriiiiiis!”

The crowd roars in excitement, slapping their hands together and pumping their fists in the air. Zach is one of the nation's favourites, as any undefeated boxer would be. The nickname ‘Thunderstorm’ came from the sound his opponent’s bodies would make when they hit the canvas, like the crack of lightning. You look ahead with a neutral expression, keeping your eyes focused on the empty archway ahead of you - trying not to zero in on just how big his arms were. How they could crush someone's airways, smash apart their ribs, do irreplaceable damage.

You inherently hated what your girl did as a profession, hated the way she put herself in harm's way time after time after time. But there was also a part of you that admired her for it, for the unbreakable determination that radiated from her - if she got beaten down, she would get right back up and come at you even harder. It’s what kept forcing you to show up. That, and also the tiny factor of being absolutely in love with the woman. But when she got hurt, which seemed to be every other day lately, you really wanted to grab a hold of her fucking head and shake the-

“Aaaaand coming into the red corner, Thunderstorm’s opponent, weighing in at 175 pounds. She hails from Salt Lake City, and is rising through the ranks quickly. With 30 wins, 24 of them coming by way of knockout, give it up for the new kid on the block -  it’s Abbyyyyyy Andersooooon!”

And here she comes, bowling out of that archway with Coach right on her tails; the hood of her red robe covering her plaited hair, matching red gloves already fastened and ready. Even from where you were waiting by the stalls, you could see the all-too-familiar expression that befalls her face before every fight. Eyes so dark they look black, focused, unwavering; brimming with unshed aggression that are preparing for the violence that is about to ensue. 

Frightening. Arousing. Another reason you’re still with her.

Abby ducks under the ropes of the ring, bouncing on her feet as she grounds herself on the canvas before moving over to her corner where Coach is now waiting. As you rush up to them, Coach gives you the look he always does before a fight - the type that screams, ‘you shouldn’t be here, girl.’ He thinks you’re a distraction, an irritating fly he’d rather swat away so he can make sure his prized money maker has the best chance at winning. You weren’t giving in that easily. Coach could go to hell for all you cared; you knew his real motivations when it came to all of this. Abby may regard him like a father, but you saw him for what he really was. A leech.

Coach shouts up into Abby’s ear, her head bent in concentration - “He’s a fucking showman. That, and a bit of muscle. You know you got the upper hand tactically; he has no fucking clue what’s about to hit him. Just stay focused Anderson, and this bout is yours.”

Abby nods resolutely, eyes trained on the canvas as she rolls her shoulders back and cracks her neck. Coach’s hands come up to grip the ropes between them.

“You gotta win this champ, you can win this. Just don’t. get. distracted.”

Both Coach’s and Abby’s eyes turn to you at the same time as you offer up a reassuring smile to your girlfriend, also now clutching at the ropes that separate you.

“You got this babe.”

She nods quickly and gives a tight smile, but you can tell from the tense line of her shoulders that she’s stressing out. Yes she’s fought before, but it was never on this big of a scale. Never against opponents like him. It was what Coach insisted was the next step –

“You wanna face off a load of wimps Anderson? Or do you wanna make it to champion status?... Yeah? Of course you fucking do. Then you gotta get in front of the crowds and beat the shit out of the favourites.” 

Easy for him to say, he’s not the one going up against an undefeated fighter. But you had faith in your girl. That was never going to change. You move closer to the ring as she crouches down into the corner, Coach double checking he has all the supplies that she would need between rounds. You take her face in your hands through the division of the ropes and pull her in for a quick kiss - before she can move away, you hold her there and take her chin in your grip, eyes lingering on hers.

“Win this…like I know you can, and then come home and fuck me like a champion.”

You don’t give her time to respond as you let her face go and back away, moving into the crowd as you cheer her name. That posture of stress has eased slightly, and a smug smile is planted on her face instead. Coach, of course, comes and wipes that smirk away as he puts her mouthguard in, holding her head still as he most likely shouts some type of bull at her once again. But of course, she’s listening to him like it’s gospel. Amped up and ready to fight, Abby raises herself to full height, bouncing on her feet and swinging her arms to the side. The crowd aren’t sure what to make of her, most of them never even hearing her name before. But there is the occasional cheer for “Anderson!” amongst the rally of support for Norris. After all, people do love an underdog.

The announcer calls Abby and Norris into the middle of the ring, a hand on both of their chests as he explains, “Now I want a nice, clean game. Nothing below the belt. Are we clear?”

Both nod, pressing against the MC’s outstretched hands in an act of intimidation towards the other. Abby’s face is like stone, never breaking eye contact and standing strong. Norris on the other hand, his smirk was the show of pure arrogance. She better fuck this dickhead up. Both back away from each other, getting into a southpaw stance as the MC’s voice rings out for the last time. 

“Are we readyyyyy…FIGHT!”

You forget about everything else when that bell rings; the crowd getting louder, Coach’s bellows erupting from her corner, the look on Norris’ face as he circles his prey. The toll of that bell ringing in your ears sounds like a death sentence, also signalling the start of round 1. 

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By round 4, the feeling of uneasiness settles in your stomach and your eyes continue to follow her quick-shifting form, matching her movements so that when she ducked or flinched back, so did you. Both fighters have been pretty level with one another so far, both sending out jabs and uppercuts - only for them to be warded off before any real damage could be inflicted. It’s not enough to win though, she needs a clear hit.

Abby goes in for a right hook, ever so slightly clipping Norris’ chin and the crowd ripples in response, hoping for the real fight to begin soon. Norris responds with a clinch to stop her from advancing too quickly, wrapping his arms around and over her. You hated seeing him touch her like that, your own fists clenching at your sides in response.

The bell tolls again signalling the end of the round, both fighters making their way to their respective posts - but not before you see Norris saying something in Abby’s ear. She doesn’t move for a second, eyes unwavering on Norris as he turns his back. For a second you think she might go for him, but she’s worked too hard to let her temper win now. With a shake of her head, she goes over to Coach and plunks down on the ground - tearing off her gloves with her teeth and ripping out her mouthpiece. Her focus is still sharply on Norris across the ring, most likely getting strategy tips and a pep talk in her ear from Coach, reminding her to channel all that anger back into the task at hand. 

You don’t move from your seat in the crowd, wanting to give her the space to fully zone in. She knows you’re here for her and only her, and you provided enough motivation at the beginning of the night to last the duration. You'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy the view at the moment either, and that those feelings of uneasiness were also coupled with an overwhelming tide of arousal.

The way sweat is dripping down her face and neck, trickling down her chest and onto her arms. How she runs her hands over the top of her head, dousing it in water and brushing through the roots with her fingers to cool off. Yeah… you really hoped she did win tonight, not just because she deserves it from how hard she’s been training, but selfishly a part of you really wants to get fucked good tonight. Especially after the show she’s putting on for you right now. And you know for a fact it’s only for you.

Abby’s let you know multiple times how much she loves you watching her fight, seeing her crush opponents to a pulp and looking absolutely glorious doing so. It’s upsetting that tonight, she isn’t doing so well. But this is what she and Coach wanted, to start moving up the leagues and facing off against better fighters - solidifying her name among the real competition. You try to stop the negative thoughts from creeping in, try to stay positive for your girl.

The rounds keep stacking up, neither Abby or Norris winning the upper hand for long. It’s evident that both fighters are getting aggravated by round 9, their punches falling on the side of reckless, their expressions displeased and downright pissed. You shout as loud as you can, “Come on baby, you can do this!” in the hopes that Abby can hear you over everyone else. And she must have done, as her head slightly turns in your direction on instinct, and Norris’ gloved fist takes the opportunity to make contact with the side of her face in response.

The crowd screams with excitement, satisfied with the fact that something is finally happening. But all you see is red as the blood sprays from Abby’s mouth on impact, her body crashing into the ropes that barely keep her form upright. You take a step forward as does Coach, you both now waiting for the bell to ring so you can meet her at the post. 12 seconds.

Come on, just stay out of his way for a bit longer…avoid the fucker for 12 seconds!

Abby’s so stunned from that first punch that as she tries to right herself on the canvas and pick up her stance, Norris is already waiting with another blow to the face - this time an uppercut that sends her head flying back and her legs out from under her.

No no no no, NO!

5 seconds.

You’re screaming for her to get up as the crowd counts how long she’s been down. 

1…2…3-

“Stand up! Abby stand the FUCK UP!”

A wave of an arm and a twitch of a leg has you screaming in relief, as Abby slowly gets back on her feet before a KO can be declared, just as the bell signals the end of the round.

Abby all but bolts for her corner, leaning her body and head back against the post - her eyes shut from exhaustion and pain. Coach partially moves out of the way for the cutman, who is trying to clean the blood from her face as best they can - the enswell pressing against the areas where Norris’ punches made impact.

You can see she’s starting to give up, that undeniable fire in her eyes has dulled to a mere glow. You can’t stand it. You try to move your head further into her corner to say “Baby, you can do this, you just gotta-”

Before you can finish, Coach has climbed through the ropes so he’s kneeling directly in front of Abby’s hunched figure, grabbing the back of her head so their foreheads are nearly touching.

“You listen to me Anderson. You’re jumping about this ring like a fuckin’ monkey on steroids. Calm the fuck down, focus in on the technique we’ve been working on for months and stop…getting…distracted.”

At this, both heads turn in your direction. Abby’s expression shows you she isn’t angry about being distracted from your support; she knew you were coming from a good place. Coach on the other hand is looking at you like you went up there and hit her yourself. He never liked when you were around, always insisting that partners were just unwanted emotional baggage that could wait until after the last punch was thrown. But Abby refuses to get in the ring if you aren’t watching from the sidelines.

“Not going out there without my girl, Coach - she’s my lucky charm.”

“Well your lucky charm has been making you late to training. Gotta get your head back to the task at hand. You can play housewives later.”

But tonight isn’t the night to bicker with Coach about things that won’t change. You will both always be here for Abby, and right now she needs you. You hold her gaze, giving a smile and a wink - “Are you seriously giving up this easy? You and me both know you’ve got it in you to bring this piece of shit down. Come on Abs…fucking finish it.”

Coach is clapping her shoulders in agreement, lifting Abby up so she can shake out the stiffness and get ready for the next round. What you hope to be the last round. You take your position back up in the crowd, and get ready to cheer for your, and her, life. The bell rings out. 

Round 10.

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She makes every punch count, unleashing herself at Norris like a fucking beast. He doesn't know how to respond to it at first, taken aback at how quickly Abby has switched up her fighting style. The renewed vigour in her movements only enrages Norris even further, the confidence that this fight was his now starting to crack under the weight of Abby’s rage.

He still manages to land some blows, but it’s almost as if she’s stopped feeling them - blinded by the sheer animalistic instinct to push through and keep punching. A flurry of blows to Norris’ face causes him to hunch down and over for relief, but what he doesn't realise is that he’s just given her the perfect head shot from above.

The blow comes fast, and hard. You wince as her gloved fist makes impact with the back of his bent head, forcing his body further beneath her.

Norris goes down, face first into the canvas at Abby’s feet. 

Knockout.

The volume of the crowd increases, if that’s even possible, counting along with the MC to ten to see if Norris has it in him to keep going. You’ve never been more relieved when he doesn't move a muscle.

8…9…10! KNOCKOUT!

You’re screaming, jumping with your arms in the air like a crazy person. She won. Abby won. The MC brings her to the centre of the ring, raising her arm with his to signal her victory. She’s shouting too, showing her black mouthguard mixed with the sight of fresh blood, unable to stand still as she takes a victor’s lap, celebrating her win.

Coach rushes up, gripping her in a bear tackle whilst you look on from the sidelines - still trying to come to terms with what you’ve just witnessed. She won. Against ‘Thunderstorm.’ This is what she’s been working towards for months, hoping for the chance to make her name known among the big leagues. Your girlfriend just put herself on the map, and it wasn’t about to go unnoticed…

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It takes a while for you all to make your way out of the stadium, fans constantly asking for autographs and pictures with the underdog-turned-champion of the night. It was nice to see. Finally, Abby was getting the recognition she deserves. Coach was eating that shit up, as expected, spreading the word to anyone that listened that we had a new heavyweight world champion in the making. Abby would get that glint in her eye at every mention of the ultimate title: world champion.

Her head might as well be made of glass, because you can see exactly what’s happening up in that brain of hers as she processes the weight of what’s happened tonight. She can see the prize that has never been in reach now that little bit closer. And she wants it. Bad. You go to remind her to take it one step at a time, but you know it would be received the wrong way.

A number of journalists and presenters were waiting by the entrance of the stadium as you emerged into the cold night. They rush you as soon as they spot Abby. You weren’t expecting so many people to come at you with cameras and microphones, reaching around, past, through you to get to her. A flurry of voices swarm the now enclosed space.

“Anderson, how do you feel after tonight’s knockout performance?”

“Who’s next on your kill list?”

“Are you staking your claim on the heavyweight belt?”

“How will you be celebrating tonight, Abby?”

Overwhelmed, you take a step back so Abby is ahead of you - Coach now placing his arm around her shoulders to also lean into the microphones held up against Abby’s mouth. 

“The next fight is coming sooner than you think. Anderson is ready to take on any of these amateurs and claim the title that is rightfully hers.”

The interviewers all look to Abby expectantly, hoping she seconds the statements made. Of course she does. It’s Abby.

“I’m ready for the next fight. This is what I’ve been training for and I'm not going to slow down now. Put any fighter in front of me and I’ll deal a knockout to whoever wants one.”

You hear this and let out a long breath. This was the flaw that irked you most about Abby. She never knows when to take a break - to step back and appreciate how much she’s already achieved. Once she gets something, it’s on to the next. You just worry that she’s going to burn herself out.

As expected, her comment only invited them to ask more, now wanting to hear the name of the next person she wants to challenge and when that would be. Coach begins to move you all forward again, giving that cheshire smile he’s perfected and a sly “you’ll have to wait and see” - most likely aiming to leave some suspense in the air so more articles are printed tomorrow. 

All three of you go to move through the reporters, making your way to a black SUV waiting just ahead. From where you took a step back, the crowd sees an opening and begins to slot themselves in between you and Abby, hot on her heels with more burning questions. When she turns her head to answer them, that signature smirk on her face is quickly replaced with alarm, then stone cold anger.

One reporter is physically elbowing you out of the way to get a better angle for his picture, the flash blinding you for a second, causing your head to snap the opposite direction. 

You hear her voice ring out over everyone.

“Get your hands off my girlfriend and back away. Now.”

She pushes through until she’s in front of elbow-camera guy, who is currently regretting his choices now Abby is towering over him, his mouth slightly open with a mixture of awe and fear.

“Do you think it’s ok to treat a woman like that? Do you think you can push my woman out of the way and expect me to pose for a photo?”

He’s frozen to the spot, and Abby only raises her eyebrows in response. Taking your hand and pulling you to her side, she turns you both around after muttering “watch yourself” to the wimp you leave behind. 

“Sorry baby” she whispers in your ear, thumb brushing down the side of your arm. Placing a hand on the small of your back, she leads you both through to the SUV and watches you get into the car before joining you. The voices now muffled; you finally release a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding in since the start of the night. She was fine. She’s safe. Everything’s ok again.

Now you finally have a chance to talk just the two of you - well, you and Abby and Coach - you want to make sure she isn’t serious about jumping straight into another fight. But when she turns to you, her eyes alight with pure happiness that you haven't seen in a long time, you decide to have that talk in the morning.

You have a champion to take home…

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The minute you get through the front door of your apartment, you’re leading her to the bathroom to get cleaned up. She’s got that dazed look in her eyes of someone in a dream. Only this dream is real, and you couldn't be happier for her. But God, does she look rough. Hot, always, but rough.

“Did you see how fast he went down when I threw that last punch, bubs? I felt like my chest was going to explode during those 10 seconds, it felt like a lifetime to wait. I need to start thinking about my next move with Coach and strategizing ‘cos I could never use exactly the same technique, these fighters are way smarter than any of those fuckin’ rookies I’ve fought before and-”

“Woah, Abs slow down.” You give a slight chuckle as she realises her rambling, holding her hands up in defeat - allowing you to lightly push at her shoulders so she can sit on the toilet. You grab the first aid bag in the cabinet, packed with the essentials that have come in handy many times through the years. The cutman at every fight has of course offered to clean Abby up, but you always took it upon yourself to take care of her wounds at the end of the night. You both liked it that way. You were gentler, caring.

Getting down on your knees in front of her, you get to work wiping the dried blood from her face, placing cold packs and plasters over her swollen cheek and jaw. She sits there in silence, patiently watching you do it all - her hands trailing over your face, neck, arms.

“ ‘m sorry for not noticing you got left behind…don’t want you to think I forgot about you or anything. I just get carried away with it all, ya know?” she mutters, cutting through the silence - cupping the side of your face with her hand as her fingers begin to brush through your hair. You close your eyes as you revel in the feel of it, nuzzling into her palm to give it a kiss.

“It wasn’t your fault, bubs. Besides, you came to my rescue in the end…like always” - you give another kiss to her open palm, reaching up to take her hand in both of yours so you can kiss her sore knuckles.

“Besides, it was kinda worth getting pushed just so I could see you make that guy absolutely shit himself.” You both burst out laughing, leaning in close to one another as if you were best friends sharing a secret. This was the Abby that only you saw. The one who didn’t have the weight of the world on her shoulders, who could just be and not think about the next move.

You whisper, “I’m so proud of you,” and she almost begins glowing with pleasure from your praise.

Abby pulls you in by your face, hands back to cupping either side, eyes turning mischievous. 

“I nearly forgot…I have one more thing I need to do tonight.”

You grin up at her, “oh yeah? And what’s that?”

She leans in further, her mouth stopping to hover just next to your ear, whispering “I need to fuck you like a champion.”

Her hand comes down to cup you through your jeans, squeezing ever so slightly. You’d be lying if you said you haven’t been waiting for this ever since they declared KO, getting wetter by the minute just thinking about the moment when she fucks you good and proper. 

“Come on baby…time for round 1.”

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MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS FOLKS <33

cw. nsfw, afab!wife!reader, husband!ghost, fingering, nipple play, marking, brief spanking, breeding kink, creampies, praise, overstimulation, a lot of vague mentions of pregnancy, one use of the word mommy *not proofread, just pure horny

[inspo from an anon ask,, plus i absolutely love hubby!ghost <33]

reblogs and comments are appreciated <33

MINORS DNI!!

"I want a baby."

he doesn’t waste another breath and blurts out what he's been thinking the past few weeks. you freeze in your position, looking over at him as he makes his way over to you. there are so many things swarming his head, his eyes barely containing his love and desire for you.

your stuttering harder than you ever have, those four simple words making your head fuzzy. but imagining how gentle and loving your husband would be with his kids makes your heart swell. Simon is now standing behind you, his arms securely around your waist.

he presses his palm flat to your stomach, a low whistle falling from his lips. "You'd look so pretty swollen with my kids," he leans down, pressing quick kisses to your neck. "all soft and pretty, just for me, yea?" you let yourself lean back into Simon, placing your smaller hands on the backs of his while his thumbs draw circles on your skin.

his hands slip under your clothes, his left going up your shirt to grope and fondle your chest while his right sneaks under your panties. his frame consumed you, a looming shadow that is never too far behind. his thick fingers part your folds, your wetness providing an easy lube to circle your pulsing clit with.

His movements are slow, his chest pressed to your back to keep you bent over the kitchen counter. He pinches and tugs your nipples, and a wave of frustratingly hot pleasure seeps under your skin. his mouth kisses and nips at your neck and shoulders, his fingers finally slipping past your clenching hole.

"There we go sweets, just like that." your knees buckle under you, but Simon is quick to hold your waist tightly. pathetic whimpers and mewls slip from your mouth with each pump and curl of his fingers. A low groan sits in the base of his throat, the way you clench and pulse around his fingers sending blood strings to his dick.

"Simon-" your mouth falls open with a cry of his name, knuckles going white with how hard you're gripping the table. a smirk plays at his lips, his stubble prickling your skin as he leans his head into the crook of your neck. "Please Si, need you." your voice is shaky as he presses the heel of his palm to your swollen clit, body shuddering with each movement on your body.

Simon cursed under his breath, nearly ripping your leggings and panties as he tugged them down your legs. your chest is pressed to the table, arching your back and wiggling your hips. Simon lands a quick slap to your ass, tugging his shirt up to hold it between his teeth. He pulls your hips back, gliding his cock through your wet folds, his tip catching on your hole and bumping your clit.

breathy moans flow from your slicked lips, a harsh smack to your ass making you tense. With a soft grunt, Simon pushed in, bottoming out with a quick push of his hips. He filled and stretched your sticky cunt so well, his tip hitting a sweet spot upon entering you. muffled raspy moans and soft whimpers fall from his lips as he pounds your insides.

his hold on your hips is bruising, manhandling your body to take his cock whether you were ready for it or not. your eyes are glassy, tears glittering your eyes with each dominating thrust. "fuck, keep clenching 'round me. just like that." your body feels like it's floating like it's on autopilot as Simon pulls and pushes you down along his throbbing cock.

his name spills from your lips like a prayer, your body simply going along with Simon's movements. he brings a hand down to circle your clit, your body tensing and your cunt spasming as you come undone around him. Simon follows suit, seed coming out in thick spurts. there's a moment of heavy breathing before, he flips and lifts you to lie on the table.

your head is clouded with Simon, letting him mould your body how he pleases. he grunts as his cum flows out of you, making a mess of your thighs and the table. "don't waste any sweetheart," he pushes his cum back into you with his cock, continuing his menacing pace. "gotta make sure it takes." his hands are hooked on your thighs, holding you open to take each punishing thrust he gave you.

your hands are on his wrists, holding on tightly as his tip presses against you so deeply. he's barely giving you any room to relax, too strung up to stop his onslaught of heavy thrusts. you lean up on trembling arms, tugging on his shirt. Simon leans up, hastily taking it off and throwing it to the floor.

your eyes take in each scar and mark on his torso, your eyes rolling back when his fingers find your clit. each calculated touch pulls the coil tighter, threatening to snap when Simon leans down to kiss you. you wrap your arms around him, thighs tightening against his waist as he pushed you closer to the edge of release. 'I love yous' spills from his lips as his cock twitches and throbs within you. your brain was almost too foggy to catch what he said, pleasure ringing in your ears.

"you'll be such a good mommy for our kids." he's spewing all the things that send your body to cloud 9, your release finally catching up to you. Simon follows shortly after, hips stuttering and shaking as he rides out his orgasm. your body falls limp to the table, shaking in sensitivity. his body is warm against yours, simply laying there in each other's arms as you catch your breath and come back down to earth.

Simon leaves soft wet kisses along your neck, gently pressing his lips to yours. "so.. round 2?" Simon huffs, feeling his cock twitching again. he lets out an exasperated chuckle, "you little minx." you bite your lip, softly caressing his face. "just take me to bed, Riley."

"as you wish, sweets."

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Hwang Hyunjin x Thick female reader

Word count: 7.1k

Synopsis: You're floating on cloud nine when you find out the sorority that lives to torment you has come under fire by Hyunjin's frat and the school. Of course the sisters blame you. Is what seemed to be a set up on your behalf actually karma and Pi's just desserts or did someone set this wheel in motion for you?

A/N: Wow. You guys this is it. The final part of the thick reader series. There have been times that I have been tired and frustrated and not pleased with my work but there have also been times that I've read paragraphs written out about how one of these stories touched someone, made someone feel seen, understood, that it was a story they could actually immerse themselves in because the main character had similar insecurities. Just, the good way way out weighed the bad is what I'm getting at. Anyway I'll stop rambling. I hope you all enjoy this final part, if you do please like, comment, reblog hit my ask box what ever. I love to hear from you all about these stories especially. As always warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Cursing and strong language, oral sex (m&f recieving), deep throating, unprotected piv sex (please use condoms), cream pie. I think that covers everything. If I missed something please let me know and I'll add it to the list. It's late I very well may have missed something.

The day after the party you woke up next to Hyunjin perfectly content. The Pi sisters may have won the majority of the battles during your time in university, but you clearly had won the war. Whether they knew it or not didn’t matter to you. You were happy laying there with Hyunjin and THAT was all that mattered to you. Being happy with in incredibly kind and gorgeous man is the best revenge you could ever hope for. You propped yourself up on an elbow resting your head on your hand and watched him sleep for a minute. He was so insanely beautiful. You started to trace your finger along the bridge of his nose gently. His nose twitched a bit, then he settled, still asleep. Your finger traced along his brow, down his nose again and then softly glided across his lips. He took a sharp breath in and jumped a little when he woke up, then he saw you and smiled with his eyes still half closed pulling you close and wrapping you in his arms again. 

“I could really get used to waking up to that beautiful face. Good morning.” His voice was low and groggy from sleep still. You kissed his pouty lips. 

“Good morning.” You giggled as he started to kiss your cheek and then down your neck and shoulder. You could feel his warm mouth leaving a trail of kisses and you let out a breathy moan when his teeth grazed your soft flesh. You could feel yourself getting more excited with every kiss and nibble. Even after the three times you had fucked the night before you wanted more of Hyunjin and him of you. Alas the whole reason you were even awake at that hour was because you had a class that day. So you had to pump the breaks. 

“Hyunjin mmm Hyun...fuck.” You were having trouble forming words the more you felt his pillowy lips touch you, then his hands started to explore your soft body inching closer and closer to where you wanted him most. 

Hyunjin-ah, I have... I havea classmmm... have... haveta get up.” You could feel his lips form a pout on your neck as his hands ceased their journey. 

“You haaave to?” You laughed as he nuzzled closer locking his arms and legs around you. 

“Unfortunately, it’s a very important class that I need to pass. Most of his testing is based on his lectures so you don’t go you don’t know.” Hyunjin huffed and loosened his grip on you. You kissed his nose. 

“Thank you.” You started to get up and he pulled you down for one last passionate kiss. 

“I’ll head out so you can get ready.” He got up and started getting dressed then walked over to you. He cupped your face and kissed you sweetly. 

“Have a good class today beautiful. Text me later when you’re free?” You nodded smiling like an idiot but no more than Hyunjin was. At least the feeling was mutual. 

“Bye Hyunjin.” He waved goodbye as he walked out of your room towards your front door. You quickly showered and got ready for class. Meanwhile Hyunjin was driving back home to take a shower and fall back into bed still wore out from your marathon the night before. Just when he was about to drift off to sleep Hyunjin’s fraternity brother, Jisung, knocked as he was coming in at the same time. 

“Hwang? Where have you been all night? Have you heard?” Hyunjin looked up at Jisung through his sleepy eyes. 

“I was... with a girl.” Jisung smirked. 

“It’s not like you to hook up. Was it that girl with you at the party last night?” Hyunjin nodded. 

“Yea and it wasn’t just a hook up.” Jisung nodded putting up his hands in defense. 

“Got it got it chill. Any way did you guys leave before the shit hit the fan?” Hyunjin shrugged.  

“We’ll I’m not sure was it before you and I delt with the douche bags or after Pi tried to humiliate my date?” Jisung looked shocked. 

“Pi did what?!” Hyunjin sat up.  

“Yea Riyah and Lynn I’m sure the others were in on it too. They told her my asking her out was just a joke between all of us. Add to that, you remember pool girl I told you about second year?” Jisung nodded. 

“Yea that was y/n. They left her in the pool in the middle of the day.” Jisung ran his hand down his face. 

“Naked.” He finished his sentence, he had remembered, Hyunjin nodded. 

“Well, that’s really it for them then, the last strike.” Hyunjin was confused. 

“What do you mean that’s it for them.” Jisung shrugged. 

“Their sorority has been on probation with the school for allegations of hazing, harassment, and discrimination. They’re coming up for review to decide if they get to remain a sorority and to see if their affiliation with our house will continue or be revoked. You know Delta has a zero-tolerance policy for shit like that. So, with the probation, what happened last night, and what they did to your girl, that’s it.” Hyunjin suddenly realized he might have said too much and tried to back petal a little.  

“I’m telling you right now dude, she won’t make a report or statement about it. She never did her freshman year, and she won’t now. What else did Pi do last night?” Jisung shook his head, Hyunjin could tell he was irritated by the thought alone. 

“We saw a few girls leave upset and crying after being seen with some of the sisters. We asked the sisters what happened, and they said they didn’t know. One of the girls came back for her friend and when Chan saw her, he pulled her aside and asked if she was okay. Turns out the sorority sisters were telling some of the girls that we were throwing a ‘Pig Party’ and that’s why they had been invited. Needless to say, when Chan found out he was furious.” Hyunjin was shocked that they were so brazen to pull shit like that right under their noses. 

“He kicked all the sisters out of the party, made an announcement apologizing for Pi and everyone went back to partying, but I knew it wouldn’t be the last of it. Sure enough posted on the bulletin this morning was notice of Pi’s review, Chan works fast. I don’t think it’s going to matter much if your girl makes a complaint or not. I’m pretty sure Chan’s already made up his mind on our end. Even if the school lets Pi slide their ties to our house are cut.” Hyunjin usually checked the board every time he came home but he hadn’t even looked at it when he came in, he had been so tired. Now he was wide awake trying to figure out how to tell you this was happening. He decided he needed to find you, tell you before you found out any other way. Things could look bad if he wasn’t the one to explain what was going on. 

You, of course, were in your class listening to the most mind-numbing lecture trying not to think about Hyunjin and his lips and his body and his... You were pulled from your thoughts when one of the doors to the lecture hall opened. In walked two faces that you were not pleased to see. Riyah and Lynn. They made their way up to the professor, sweet expressions plastered on their perfectly contoured and highlighted faces. 

“What can I do for you ladies, you’re interrupting my class.” They both eyed you and then focused back on your teacher. 

“Sorry professor it’s actually an emergency and we need to escort y/n to the dean.” Your guts dropped. What the hell were they up to? The professor looked up at you. 

“Go ahead Ms. y/l/n I’ll send an audio file of today's lecture just this once.” You hesitated. The teacher spoke up again when you didn’t make a move to leave with the girls. 

“Well now, go on don’t leave the man waiting, I’m sure he’s quite busy.” You nodded, finally grabbing your things and bowing as you headed out the door with the other two girls close behind. You didn’t want to cause a scene in class, so you just left with them, but you weren’t an idiot; you weren’t going to just blindly go wherever they wanted you to. The first hall you came across you ducked down trying to get away from the sisters. Unfortunately, you chose one of the dead-end halls that lead back towards the custodian’s office and supply room. The girls followed you down the hall. Both of them approached you and shoved you against the wall. Lynn was in your face almost nose to nose. 

“Listen up bitch, you’re fucking with the wrong house. Do you know who my father is?” You internally rolled your eyes. Of course, you did, everyone did, she made it known on a regular basis. It was also what kept her out of trouble most of the time. Evidently not this time and whatever was going on you were being blamed. 

“You thought you could just tattle to Chan and that we wouldn’t take action? You’re going to retract your allegations or else the things you called torture will look like a cakewalk. Got it!?” Chan? Statement? What were they talking about? The sisters had heard that a girl they had been torturing told Chan about what they had been doing to her, that was why they were booted from the party and up for review. Lynn shoved you against the wall again hard just as Hyunjin was walking past. When he saw you, he stopped. 

“What the fuck is going on here?” The girls instantly turned on their sweet faces feigning innocence, but Hyunjin wasn’t buying it. He was focused on your face which was downcast. Tears were collecting in your eyes threatening to spill over. 

“You...” He was almost at a loss for words he was so furious. 

“This is exactly why you’re coming up for review, shit like this.” Your head popped up when he said that. How did Hyunjin know already? He walked past the two girls and grabbed your hand leading you out of that hall. You walked out of the building and you both got in Hyunjin’s car and headed towards your apartment. When you got home you kicked your shoes off and immediately turned the kettle on for some tea. There was a tense silence hanging in the air. It had been there the whole car ride and the elevator ride up. Finally, you were the one who broke it. 

“You knew about their review?” You looked upset still, Hyunjin wasn’t sure how to respond he did know but only because Jisung had just told him. To you his hesitation spoke volumes. You turned to him. 

“I told you. I told you I didn’t want to retaliate. That I didn’t want to be Edmond in our story.” Hyunjin shook his head. 

“No, I didn’t...” You shook your head. 

“You told Chan, you told Chan and now they think I told him and are gunning for me even harder than before.” Hyunjin tried to get a handle on the situation. 

“The review, I had-” 

“I think you should leave. I... I need time to process things.” He was starting to panic. You misunderstood him completely. 

“Bab-” You put up a hand and he stopped. 

“Please... Hyunjin please.” You were tired and stressed. He didn’t want to add to it. He needed to give you the time you asked for. Hyunjin frowned and nodded. He walked over, kissed your cheek, and saw his way out without another word. It was so hard for you to do. You knew whatever Hyunjin told Chan, it was because he cared but he should have listened to your wishes. Not only that but now the sisters had a legitimate reason to target you. You decided you would go talk to Chan the next day. See if you could get yourself off Pi’s radar once and for all. 

The next day after your classes you went to the Delta house and knocked. When Hyunjin opened the door, his eyes went wide with surprise. 

“y/n! Oh my god I’m so glad you’re...” He reached out to pull you into a hug and you stopped him. You still were upset that he’d told Chan. Seeing the frown on his face you felt conflicted, you were upset but you weren’t trying to hurt him either, so you leaned in and kissed his cheek. 

“I’m here to talk to Chan.” Hyunjin gave you a small smile and nodded. 

“Of course, uh, I’ll let him know you’re here.” Hyunjin called up the stairs for Chan who came running down them not even two minutes later. 

“Oh hi! You’re Hyunjin’s friend that I met at the party the other night, y/n right?” You nodded smiling at the outgoing man. 

“Yes and the party is kind of the reason I’m here.” Chan’s face morphed into worry. 

“Whatever Hyunjin told you Lynn did it wasn’t...what I mean is Pi isn...” You stopped. Chan looked confused and then what you were saying clicked. 

“Oh God did Pi do something to you too?” It was your turn to be confused now. 

“Wha-? I... Didn’t Hyunjin tell you?” Chan shook his head no and you turned to Hyunjin. 

“I was trying to tell you yesterday; I had mentioned what happened to Jisung but they had already made the decision for the review. I told him you wouldn’t want to report anything. He said it wouldn’t matter, with or without your statement the wheels were already in motion, so he and I never told Chan about it.” You felt awful you had jumped to conclusions without even giving Hyunjin a chance to explain. 

“Hyunjin... I’m, I’m so sorry.” He shook his head and hugged you.  

“You have nothing to be sorry for. You told me you needed time and then you heard me out. There’s nothing wrong with that.” You shook your head. 

“I accused you of doing something you didn’t do...” He pressed his plush lips against yours and you blushed profusely since Chan, who was smirking, was still standing right there. 

“There now all is forgiven.” You gave Hyunjin a serious look and he smiled back at you, his dimples popping out and his eyes morphing into little crescents. 

“What? Kisses fix everything. Didn’t your mom ever kiss your boo boos?” You couldn’t help but smile. Chan cleared his throat reminding the two of you that he was still standing there.  

“y/n? Why are you so adamant about not making a statement against Pi?” Chan asked and you explained your Count of Monte Cristo conversation you’d had with Hyunjin. He nodded. 

“I agree completely but let me ask you this, would you feel the same about the situation if it were guys doing these things to someone? What if a girl was sexually harassed? If it’s another girl that makes it okay?” You shook your head. 

“Well, no not in those scenarios of course not.” Chan shrugged his shoulders. 

“What’s different about your scenario aside from the fact that you’re the victim?” You didn’t have a rebuttal and Chan looked at you knowingly. 

“I’m not saying set them up or get even but there’s nothing wrong with telling someone with authority what’s going on when you’re being harassed, I don’t want them to be able to do this to anyone else, do you?” You shook your head. 

“Then please, come to the review hearing tomorrow, stand up to them. That doesn’t make you Edmond in your story, it doesn’t.” You pressed your lips together still apprehensive.  

“I’ll think about it Chan.” He smiled and nodded. 

“That’s all I ask. I’m gonna go finish preparing for tomorrow. See you guys!” You waved goodbye to Chan as he ran back up the stairs. It was only you and Hyunjin left standing there.  

“I’m sorr-” His lips silenced you. He pulled away and pressed his forehead to yours. 

“Please don’t apologize. I understand why you thought what you did, it was why I was walking by when I saw you, Lynn, and Riyah. I knew how it might look, I tried to get to you first, but I guess Pi was faster.” You could hear the regret in his voice. You pressed your lips to his again, tilting your head and opening your mouth, allowing his tongue to tease you. He thread his fingers through your hair and deepened the kiss. He nibbled at your bottom lip and your whole body started to buzz in excitement. Just then three of Hyunjin’s frat brothers, Changbin, Jisung, and Minho, all of whom you met at the party the other night, came walking in. 

“Oh shit. Uh sorry.” Changbin apologized for the group. Your face burned and Hyunjin excused the two of you. 

“No problem guys, we were just about to head out. I’ll see you all later.” Hyunjin playfully slapped a couple of the guys on the back as he passed, then they all gave you a small bow and smiled as you followed. You nodded to them and hurried behind Hyunjin, still embarrassed being caught by them. When you both got outside Hyunjin turned to you. 

“How’d you get here?”  

“I rode the city bus, it’ll come by again her-” Hyunjin scoffed 

“Yea I think not. I’ll take you home.” You smiled. 

“You don’t have to.” He nodded. 

“I know but I want to.” You smirked and cocked your eyebrow at him. 

“I’ve got a lecture to listen to, no... distractions.” Hyunjin laughed and feigned offence. 

“Yahh! What do you... that’s not why I offered thank you very much!” You smiled and kissed him. 

“I know baby.” You turned and walked towards his car. Hyunjin did as he said he would and drove you home opting to kiss you goodbye in the car, at least that’s what he called the twenty-minute make out session you had. When you both were finally able to pry your lips off the other’s, you went inside and Hyunjin left. You had hunkered down at your desk and tried to focus on the lecture your professor had been kind enough to send you a copy of, but you kept thinking about all the things Pi had done to you over the years and the conversation you had with Chan. What he said made sense, it did, but it didn’t mean it was going to be an easy decision for you still. When you looked at the clock again it was passed midnight. So much for no distractions, you told yourself. You turned off your lecture and climbed into bed hoping to get some rest and have a clear mind to make your decision the next day. 

It was the day of the review hearing and sleep had done nothing to help you make your decision. You still weren’t sure what to do. While you had a whole internal debate the upper-class men of Delta house, Chan, Minho, Changbin and Hyunjin all got ready to go to the hearing. Since they were the acting counsel of their house it was mandatory for them to be there because of Delta’s ties to Pi. Chan had a thick file of all the complaints and statements from other girls Pi had tormented all too scared to make a statement in person. Chan hoped you would come; it would be better for them to hear it straight from the source. Things went back and forth for quite a while, each statement Chan read off, Pi would have some excuse for. It was infuriating Chan because it was starting to look like they might just get away with all of it. Then the back set of double doors opened, and you walked in. Everyone’s head turned in your direction, Chan and Hyunjin’s faces lit up and the Pi girls looked angry but worried. As they should have been because you had decided not to let these girls hurt anyone else, you had decided to make a statement. The man sitting in the middle of the head table, who you knew to be the dean of the school addressed you. 

“Young lady are you misplaced?” You shook your head. 

“No sir I’m here to personally give my statement against the sorority Pi.” He pressed his lips together and looked at the Pi girls who no longer looked as confident. The dean motioned for you to step forward. 

“Please proceed Ms.?” You bowed as you stepped forward 

“y/l/n, y/n y/l/n.” He smiled at you. 

“Please proceed Ms. y/l/n.” You thanked him. You had difficulty trying to figure out where to start. You looked over at Hyunjin who smiled brightly at you. 

“My freshman year as rush week approached, I heard about the prestigious Pi. I was new here and wanted to make friends, so I rushed for Pi. Instead of building bonds of sisterhood like I was led to believe would be happening, I was forced to do a multitude of humiliating tasks to even be considered for entry. They did it to all the girls but for some reason they singled me out especially for the worst tasks. I withdrew my application to join after an embarrassing pool incident. Thankfully Mr. Hwang had come along and kindly helped me when I needed it.” The dean looked over at Hyunjin and he nodded confirming your story. You continued. 

“Apparently, they weren’t pleased with my withdrawal, so they started targeting me wherever they saw me, at times seeking me out. They spread rumors about me having diseases, dumped things on me, cut my hair, pushed and tripped me every chance they got and so much more. I wasn’t even safe from them at my dorm and eventually had to move to off campus housing so that I wasn’t tormented constantly.” You started to get a little teary-eyed thinking back and realizing how much you had let them get away with. Chan was right this wasn’t revenge or getting even this was doing the right thing.  

“Sir there are so many things I could stand here and list off that these ladies have done to me over the last three years, but I think you get the jist with the examples I’ve given.” He nodded in agreement. 

“Thank you, Ms. y/l/n please have a seat and we’ll continue.” You went and sat by Hyunjin, he grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it. He was so proud of you for doing what you’d just done. The dean looked over at the Pi girls all of which were fidgeting and nervous. It wasn’t so easy to come up with an excuse when the accuser was right there to refute what they said. 

“Would any of you ladies like to make a statement pertaining to Ms. y/l/n's accusations?” Lynn stood up quickly as if she were going to deny it or make an excuse, but she sat back down just as quickly. The dean nodded. 

“I see. Well then it seems there is no other choice to make. Ladies of the sorority Pi, your house and sorority will be dissolved and any affiliation to the Delta fraternity will be revoked. You ladies have a month to get your affairs in order and find alternative housing.” The girls all looked shocked and angry.  

“That’s not fair!” Lynn’s voice sounded over the mumbling of the others. The dean looked at her. 

“Step forward young lady.” She did so. 

“You had an opportunity to refute her allegations and did not, so that means the things she said, you did in fact do, yes?” Lynn stood there silently which was answer enough. 

“What’s not fair is for a young lady just trying to get an education and make friends to be tormented by the very girls she tried befriending. Now considering you physically assaulted Ms. y/l/n we could also involve the police and have grounds for expulsion, so think the punishment is not only fair but rather lenient. Wouldn’t you say young lady?” Lynn quietly nodded. 

“With that ladies and gentlemen, I do believe we can call this review done. Thank you everyone, you’re dismissed.” You all stood to leave and Hyunjin pulled you into a tight hug. 

“I’m so proud of you.” When he let go you noticed Chan standing there behind you still. You turned to him and smiled. 

“You were right Chan standing up to them doesn’t make me Edmond, thank you for showing me that.” Chan nodded and smiled back. 

“Hey, I just opened the door, you chose to walk through. We were dying until you came in so really, I should be thanking you.” You gave Chan a hug which surprised him but then he hugged you back chuckling. He turned to Hyunjin.  

“You guys coming back to the house with us?” Hyunjin looked at you. It had been a stressful day you were ready to just relax. Hyunjin shook his head. 

“No, I think I’m gonna get her home. I’ll see you guys later though.” Chan gave Hyunjin a high-five pulling him in for a hug, then him, Minho and Changbin all headed out. Hyunjin walked you to his car and opened the door smiling at you as you got in. He slid into the driver’s seat then both of you buckled up and headed towards your apartments. When you got there Hyunjin pulled in and parked. 

“D-do...” Why were you so nervous to ask him to come up? Hyunjin grabbed your hand and took it in both of his. You looked up at him and when he smiled it relaxed you. 

“Do you want to come upstairs?” His smile grew wider, and his dimples made an appearance again. He nodded. 

“I’d love to.” Hyunjin got out, opened your door. He wrapped his arm around your waist as you walked into your apartment building. You were walking up to the elevator when you both saw the sweet old lady that lived up the hall from you standing and waiting. She saw you and Hyunjin approaching and smiled brightly at you. 

“Well, it’s lovely to see the two of you again.” You smiled and Hyunjin bowed. 

“It’s wonderful seeing you again too ma’am” He looked down and noticed some bags around the lady's feet. 

“Are these your groceries? Here let me...” He started to grab the bags and she protested. 

“Oh, now you don’t need to do that.” He shook his head. 

“It’s no trouble we’re going the same direction besides my mom would have my hide if she saw me let a beautiful lady carry her own groceries.” The old lady playfully slapped his arm but allowed him to assist her with the bags. When the doors opened Hyunjin allowed you and the neighbor lady to get on first. You pressed the button to your floor and the doors closed. Hyunjin had insisted on dropping the bags in her kitchen, which he did. While he was setting the bags down the old lady leaned into your ear. 

“Well, I do believe you’ve found yourself a keeper young lady.” You smiled and nodded. 

“I do believe you’re correct ma’am.” You both started laughing as Hyunjin walked back towards the two of you. 

“You two swapping gossip?” He said with a quirked eyebrow. You both continued laughing. You grabbed Hyunjin’s hand and pulled him towards the front door. 

“Something like that. Have a good night, ma’am!” You called back to her as you pulled Hyunjin towards the hall. She waved you off and you closed the door before you and Hyunjin made your way down to your own apartment. You unlocked the door letting Hyunjin in first, you closed it behind you and suddenly Hyunjin felt arms wrapped around his midsection, your face and body pressed against his back. He rested his hands on your clasped hands in front of him. You took a deep breath and hummed a little. 

“How are you so kind and so beautiful. It’s not fair.” You pouted and Hyunjin laughed. 

“Easy, I learned from you.” You laughed now and Hyunjin turned around wrapping his arms around you. 

“Really y/n you’re amazing you know? What you did today, standing up and telling that review panel what happened, preventing it from happening to anyone else. That took guts and I’m so insanely proud of you.” Hyunjin cupped your cheek and kissed you softly. He started to pull away, but you grabbed his face and held it in place as you deepened the kiss. Hyunjin pulled your soft body flush against his and your fingers wove through his hair as the kiss became more desperate by the second. Hyunjin’s lips only parted from yours when they started to trail down your neck. The way his full lips felt against your skin was exquisite. You gasped when he gently raked his teeth across your shoulder. 

“Hyunjin...” You whined. 

“Don’t tease me. Want you.” You claimed his lips again as you started to pull him towards your bedroom while unbuttoning the white shirt he’d worn especially for the review hearing. 

“I won’t tease you baby.” Hyunjin pulled his shirt off then started to pull your dress up over your head, removing it and leaving you standing there in your white lace panties and bra. Hyunjin took in your figure, and you blushed as his eyes roamed your full body. You wanted to cover yourself but then Hyunjin licked his lips biting his bottom one between his teeth. 

“Fuck you really are beautiful you know?” You shied away, and you shook your head no. 

“Well, I'm gonna keep showing you until you do.” Hyunjin led you towards your bed and had you lay back then crawled on top of you placing chaste kisses here and there up your body. He pulled one of the cups of your bra down and took your nipple into his warm mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it. He pulled the other cup down and sucked on that nipple as well until it was hard and sensitive to the touch. Hyunjin pulled the straps of your bra down as you pulled your arms out so it was around your midsection and he worked his way down your body. He bit the cute bow on your panties and started to place soft kisses on the insides of your soft thighs each one closer and closer to where you ached for him to be. Hyunjin pulled your panties over your ass and down your legs, tossing them and then slid his tongue through your folds, savoring you before diving in and going at you like a starved man. You grabbed his hair gently. 

“Ffffuck Hy-Hyunjin god that feels so good!” He hummed and doubled his efforts which had your hips canting up forcing Hyunjin to spread his big hand across your tummy. 

“Hold still or I might just have to tie you up baby.” He chuckled but you clenched around nothing at his words. Hyunjin of course noticed. 

“Oh? I’ll file that away for a future conversation for now I’m content to make you cum on my tongue.” Hyunjin started going down on you with fervor again and you did your best to keep your movement down to a minimum, squirming under his lips and tongue. You could feel the crescendo to your orgasm. 

“Baby baby I... I’m gonna cum!” Hyunjin grabbed hold of your thick thighs, pulling you closer as he practically growled with excitement sending you teetering over the edge. His grip on you remained tight as he gave you sweet little kitten licks while you started to return to your body. 

“So good, fuck you taste so good beautiful, think you can give me one more?” He didn’t wait for your answer before he started to gently suck on your clit then softly lick it. He had devoured you the last time, this time he was savoring you. 

“Hyunjin-ahmmm oh my god yes! Fingers please f-fingers.” He hummed and slid two of his fingers inside you, pumping them slowly in and out. He came up for air. 

“Let me take you there, let go for me baby, cum for me.” His fingers still slowly, gently, fucking you deep. He leaned back down and continued to savor every bit of you. Your first orgasm was a buildup this one hit you like a Mack truck. Hyunjin’s arms wrapped around your thighs preventing you from moving too much. You shuddered and your toes curled as he softly made out with your pussy then those sinfully plump lips made their way up your body leaving a fiery trail of goosebumps behind them. 

“Fuck you are so gorgeous.” You laid there speechless, breathless, and flushed. He smiled and kissed your cheeks, once on each side. 

“You still with me.” You giggled and shook your head letting out a big breath. You pulled him down into a passionate kiss as you worked at the button of his pants, reaching in and grabbing his cock. He closed his eyes and bit his lip as you started to gently stroke him in his pants. 

“Who’s teasing now?” You smirked.  

“Well then take them off.” You both laughed. Hyunjin got off you long enough to lose the pants and boxer briefs he’d had on before climbing on top of you again. You licked your palm and grabbed him more firmly this time, stroking him faster. Hyunjin buried his head in the crook of your neck. 

“Feels so good y/n. Your fingers wrapped around my cock feel s-so good.” He kissed you and you hummed then whispered against his kiss swollen lips. 

“I think my mouth would feel even better.” Hyunjin laughed but quickly stopped when you ran the tips of your fingers over his balls. He sucked in a quick breath as you started to fondle him. You whispered again this time against his ear. 

“Lay back for me baby. Let me make you feel good now.” Hyunjin wanted to complain when you took your hand off him, but he knew it would soon be replaced by something that was going to feel a hundred times better than your hand. He rolled off you and sat with his back against the headboard. You crawled up between his legs and his cock got harder the closer you came to wrapping those sweet lips around him. 

“Oh fuck, suck me beautiful, please!” You grabbed him again and started stroking him.  

“You want me to suck on this?” Hyunjin nodded. 

“Yes, please fuck.” You didn’t make him wait any longer. You took him in your mouth and started swirling your tongue around the tip. Hyunjin leaned his head back against the headboard. 

“Yes, god yes.” He gripped your hair keeping it pulled up and away so he could see you taking his cock deeper and deeper. When the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat it made a wet sound and you gagged a little. You stroked his cock as you caught your breath.  

“Does it feel good baby?” Hyunjin nodded aggressively. 

“Fuck yes! Do you think you can deep throat it again baby?” You nodded, smiling a mischievous smile. You took him back into your mouth and immediately took him as far as you could gagging, your spit coating his cock, his hands gripping your hair, his hips wanting to move, wanting to thrust and fuck your throat. You gagged yourself with his dick more as you started to fondle him again and Hyunjin thought he might blow right there. You pulled off him again breathless, stroking him. Hyunjin pulled you up so you were straddling his thighs and started to kiss you, his fingertips tracing every inch of your body. 

“Sit on my cock beautiful, ride me ‘til you cum sweet thing.” You bit your lip and nodded as Hyunjin lined his dick up with your entrance. You slowly slid down, taking him inch by inch, savoring the stretch you felt when Hyunjin was inside you. When your thick ass rested against his thighs you rolled your hips. You don’t know who moaned louder what you do know is it set Hyunjin off. He gripped your hips and made you grind against him. It was messy and raw, his cock stayed buried deep inside you as he pushed and pulled against your full hips making you ride him faster. 

“Oh OHOH my god Hyunjin fuck! S-so d-deep ssso ddeep FUCK!” He worked you against him faster, your clit pressed firmly against his pelvic muscles sending you racing towards your third orgasm of the night. Your muscles all tensed, and you threw your head back as Hyunjin helped work you through your climax. As soon as your breathing evened somewhat, he leaned forward laying you back, your legs were now open and pressed into the mattress. Hyunjin held you down and rolled his hips as fucked you harder. 

“God damn so fucking wet for me beautiful. So wet, feels so good.” You gripped Hyunjin’s hair and pulled him down into a bruising kiss as he continued to fuck you deeper, harder. You gently pulled on his hair pulling his head back enough to speak. 

“Cum for me Hyunjin, fuck wanna feel you... God! Please!” Hyunjin held you close his forehead pressed against yours letting out little pants of breath before moaning as he came inside you. 

“Oh god y/n, baby I’m coming, fuck!” Hyunjin rolled his hips into yours slower and softer as he filled you. He slumped down on top of you as he started to soften inside you. You grunted and nudged him laughing. 

“You’re heavy, come on, ugh, off!” He laughed as you struggled but then climbed off you and rested beside you in the bed, eyes already heavy. You pushed his hair out of his face and kissed his forehead. 

“I’m gonna shower.” He nodded eyes completely closed now. 

“Okay baby. I’ll go next.” You smiled and chuckled to yourself knowing as soon as the door clicked closed, he would be out for the count. You washed up and the hot water felt good on your body. After you were all cleaned up and dry you threw on a night gown and climbed into bed with Hyunjin who, as you suspected, was sleeping deeply. He’d rolled to his back and had one arm draped over his eyes. You curled up close to him and, even asleep, as soon as he felt your body next to him he pulled you in close and spooned you. He took a deep breath of your freshly washed and dried hair and squeezed you a little tighter, your soft body pressed firmly against his and he mumbled something. 

“Hmm? What did you say?” You turned your head a little so you could hear him better. You didn’t think he had woken up. 

“Strawberries,” You laughed he was definitely still asleep. He kept mumbling about strawberries until you turned in his arms and placed a soft kiss to his pouty lips. He smiled softly, took a deep breath and seemed to settle. You nuzzled in close to his chest and closed your eyes, just as content if not more than the last time you had been there. 

You were pacing the living room of you and Hyunjin’s shared apartment. You were back and forth on how you would tell him, or if you should even tell him. Eventually he was gonna figure it out. Still, it would be best to hear it from you rather than just springing things on him. You were nervous. You didn’t think he’d be angry, but you never thought to ask about his opinion on the matter either. When Hyunjin got home you greeted him by the door which was unusual.  

“Hey baby, miss me?” He chuckled and kissed your cheek as you nervously laughed along. 

“I always miss you.” He nodded in agreement. 

“I always miss you too baby.” He softly kissed your lips. 

“Uh Jinnie... I uh... well there’s something I need to talk to you about...” Hyunjin only noticed then that you were antsy and the use of the pet name was usually to soften an incoming blow.  

“Okay baby... iiis everything okay?” You nodded heading into the living room and Hyunjin followed. 

“I think it would be best if you sat down.” That made Hyunjin incredibly nervous. 

“Are you sure everything is okay?” You nodded again. 

“Mmhmm yea.” He scoffed as he sat down. 

“That was not convincing, what’s wrong?” You shook your head as you sat next to him. 

“Really baby it’s not a big deal, I just...” You held his hands and looked at him seriously. 

“Look just... if you decided you don’t want it, that’s okay. We’ll figure it out if that’s what you want.” Hyunjin was so confused, want what?! Were you saying what he thought you were saying?! You stood up again still holding his hands. 

“Close your eyes and hold your hands out here.” You pulled his hands in front of him palms up and he held them there. He looked at you for a minute, nervous and unsure of what was happening, then closed his eyes. You walked away a minute then came back. When you walked up to him, he held his breath. He still had his eyes closed. He was expecting a little piece of plastic telling him he was going to be a dad but suddenly Hyunjin felt fluff in his hands, he opened his eyes and looked down to find a tiny puppy. He let out a huge sigh of relief and put his hand over his heart. 

“Oh thank god!” You scrunched your eyebrows and Hyunjin noticed your confusion. He chuckled a little as he pet and cooed at the puppy. 

“I thought you were about to tell me you were pregnant.” Your scrunched up face turned into a frown. 

“And that would have upset you, if I was pregnant?” You could feel tears pricking your eyes. Hyunjin stood up setting the puppy down on the couch and holding your face in his hands. 

“I would have been surprised, scared, but never upset. I’m happy where we are right now and later when we’re ready I’ll be thrilled to find out you're carrying our baby. For now, how about we raise this puppy you brought home.” You sniffled and laughed wiping the tears from your eyes and shook your head.  

“He doesn’t have a name I thought we could come up with one together.” You both thought and finally a name came to Hyunjin. 

“How about Edmond, we could call him Eddie for short?” You smiled ear to ear. 

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Skin to skin (George Russell)

George and Y/N go through the challenge of the first night back home from the hospital as a family of three (and Olivia Russell mostly does take after her daddy)

Note: english is not my first language, here is some dad!George I hope you enjoy, I never had a baby this young on my care (my sister is younger than me by 6 years but honestly I have always been a heavy sleeper) so yeah, take it with a pinch of salt because this may all be a bit incorrect

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm not taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so but know that I'm not certain when I'll be able to tend to them!

Tw: childbirth, postpartum, breastfeeding

The moment Olivia was placed in her daddy's arms and chest, George promised that he would do anything in the world that he needed to do to make sure his family was safe and happy. He vowed to always be there whenever you needed, to support you everytime even if he wasn't physically close and to always love you both.

When the midwife left the room after George reassured her that he could help you, you went to the bathroom to freshen up a little before heading home while your husband put your things back in the bags, "George? I need help, please", you called as you exited the bathroom, your body still recovering from birthing your baby girl as you asked him to help you put a dress on, prompting your husband to help you right away, "Thank you, my love", you said as you pressed a kiss to his lips before going to check on your daughter as he placing the car seat on the bed so he was able to transfer her, "we're going home, little one, you're finally going to see our home", you heard George say to her gently as he buckled her in. Wheeling your bag out of the room, you looked around to make sure you hadn't left anything behind, following George outside, only stopping when he saw a familiar face that had somehow helped in your stay at the hospital, saying a last thank you and a last goodbye to them before heading to the car.

With everyone and everything inside the car, the three of you made your way home, excited to introduced Olivia to it, "Mum and dad said that they wanted us to tell them when we felt ready for visitors", George said as he remembered the text he got earlier, his family knowing how sometimes, despite the help coming from a nice intention, it was better to let new parents settle in first, earning a nod from you as you watched the gate open to your house, "we're home, little bug", you cooed as you watched her sleep.

While George took the carseat out and told you to go inside since he would come to get the rest, you and Olivia were having snuggles in the living room sofa.

When you made your way to your bedroom after filling your water bottle a grabbing some something to snack on during the night, Olivia was in George's arms while you got ready for sleep in the bathroom, coming out of the ensuite to see your husband doing some skin to skin with his little girl, "mummy says you look a lot like me but I actually think you have her nose, and her cheeks too, so soft, little one", he said before pressing a kiss on each of her cheeks, only then noticing you admiring them, "I already changed her nappy and put her pyjamas on, she's just hungry and there's not much I can do", he chuckled as he watched you unbuckle the strap of your maternity bra, sitting next to him on your side of the bed while he placed the baby in your arms, your back laying against the big pillows while he arranged the pillows under your arms for support so she could feed on your boobs, "I actually pumped a bit after she was done with the last feed, but we'll save that for another time", you smiled, puckering your lips so he could come and kiss them as a form of thanking him. Olivia seemed to have a harder time settling in as opposed to the previous nights in hospital, George walking around the room with her swaddled in his chest in an attempt to soothe her and bring her to sleep, "I think that is it", he whispered, laying his daughter on the bassinet attached to your side of the bed, then tiptoeing so he could join you in bed, his arms bringing you in for a cuddle, "Is this okay?", he asked, "I don't want to do anything that hurts you", and you looked lovingly at him, appreciating his concern while you moved his arm to an area slightly lower that he originally had out them, "here feels better, boobs are a bit sensitive now", you explained, enjoying how his scent immediately comforted you.

You woke up from your daughter's cries, rolling to the side as you lifted your torso up with the help of your arms, flickering on the soft nighlight before grabbing your daughter to your chest, "Are you hungry, little bug? You seem like you are...! Let's take this dirty nappy off first and then you can eat", you pressed a kiss to her forehead as you grabbed what you needed from your bedside table, felling George's hand on your shoulder, "I can do that too, if you want", he said while you fastened the new nappy, "There, all done! Now for some food", you said as you repeated your earlier movements, this time laying your back on George's naked chest, he warmth and warm caresses still not easing you as much as they used to as Olivia wailed, "C'mon baby girl, just open your mouth for mummy's nipple, I promise that that is where the good stuff is", you said as you moved your boob around, trying the technique one of the nurses explained to you. A few minutes passed, your's and George's heart squeezing as your little girl hadn't stopped crying and was not feeding from your nipple, "Can you go downstairs and heat up the milk I pumped earlier, she's hungry and my boob is not doing it for her", you asked your husband and while he went to the kitchen to do so, you got up and walked around the room like he had done, the cries softening a little bit as you tried your best to comfort her, "is it your tummy? Was the massage daddy gave you not enough to soothe your tummy?", you ran through the possibilities in your head, turning your head to the bedroom door when you heard your husband's footsteps, "here's the bottle. She could just be trying to get adjusted to the new environment, darling, let's not worry too much about it", George said despite feeling a tightening in his chest, his little girl was obviously not happy from how she kept crying, handing the bottle to you with your hand immediately bringing it to Olivia's mouth in an attempt to help her hunger, the little girl finding it okay for a bit before, like she had with your boob, not wanting it anymore and bursting out on wails again, "Oh, my little bug", you said as you walked around a little bit more, not noticing how the bottle's teat had leaked a little bit on the pyjamas she was wearing, "shoot, love, hold her for a bit while I go and get a new one", you said, thinking that maybe he could summon his capacities earlier that night and manage to soothe her.

Coming back with a clean and dry vest, you held the unsettled baby on your chest and laid the open piece of clothing on the mattress so it would be easier to get her in it, George helping by taking the wet vest out of her, "it's okay, you're going to be warm soon", you said, already trying to soothe her from the cold chill that was about to overcome, but instead found her recoiling closer to your chest, snuggling her skin on the skin of your neckline that the piece of clothing you were wearing left out, prompting you to take the rest of your top off and just enjoying how fhe room quieted down after what felt like forever, your little girl happily snuggled in your skin in all places besides the area her nappy covered, "So we're staying like this for the foreseeable, hm little bug?", you asked as you noticed her cheeks drying from the tears as she got comfier on your chest, "It appears so. She was so close to you for all of those months that she must have missed it", George said, relief coming over him as he could finally relax as he watched how you and Olivia were also doing much better, the confusion, stress and fuss from just a few minutes ago forgotten. Settling down on the bed, George patted his chest for you to cuddle into him whilst keeping Olivia close to your chest, her mouth opening and closing prompting you to try again and feed her, this time working well as she suckled on your nipple, "Well, at least now we know you like to be shirtless I guess, just another thing you got from your daddy", you teased, George shaking his head as he kissed your shoulder, lovingly looking at his two girls.

[thedivinevera]

Cigarette after sex (smut)

Diluc x fem!afab!reader

Established relationships, rough sex, sex, horny diluc, passing in the middle of sex, oversimulation,mention of somophilia and somophilia...?,smut(duh), morning sex, dacryphilia, Dumbification, size kink, cream pie

Bad bad bad written smut, sex, somophilia, oversimulation, a lot of round, dacryphilia, Dumbification, reader is in his birth control

This can be the part 2 of Devotion. BTW this is a bad written smut since this is my first time writing one pls pardon me if it's very bad

Reblogs are appreciated thank you

Diluc only smoke when he's very very stressed is it either the futai, safety of Mondstadt, his work or the knights of favonius efficiency that's the thing you know. Little did you know that you are also one of the reason but don't worry it's not your fault it's him. What do you think it is

Diluc. Your lovely diluc. After of years of courting you finally answer him and now you're his lovely girlfriend and "future wife" that's what diluc said you never taken it seriously not until he told you that he plan to go in liyue to commission a costomize ring that cost a mansion but of course you stop him after all you're both just enter in a relationship it's OK to take it slow. Be comfortable to each other, share some secrets and lastly become intimate

So there you are now in diluc's bed moaning, screaming and crying you can not speak and comprehend the only thing you knew is diluc's dick ravaging your inside. His head is in you shoulder and his finger is playing your nipples, you cum atleast 4 to 5 times now but his pace still not slowing and his dick keep going in and out roughly even after he cum and you cum he still keep going in and out he keep fucking you like a animal in rut. "ahh~ I am gonna cum pleeeease diluc" you choke "shit- then cum" you cum once again. You felt like your going to pass out and you actually did. Diluc is surprised to see you lose your consciousness he felt guilty for exhausting you but it's impossible to stop your pussy keep hugging his dick tightly. The Lust has currupted his brain and the only thing he knew is your body and the urge to mark you everywhere

It's already morning in Mondstadt. You wake up to see diluc in his loose dress shirt and his belt unbuckled he has a cigarette in his hand and he's looking at you hungrily. Diluc doesn't smoke often only when he's very very stressed. Diluc smile at your figure seeing all the hickey he created from the previous night make his ego high and his dick hard. It's been a hours after he wake up from the exhausted night of you making love he can still feel your lips kissing him hungrily and how absolutely divine to feel your lips around his cock or perhaps your pussy welcoming his tongue and how sweet your taste is. it's still lingering in his mouth and his not complaining. He want to do it again he doesn't know what makes him act like this but if his conclusion is right its probably the lust he keep when he's courting you how many nights he spends jerking off to relieve his stress. But now he doesn't have to do that again because he already have you finally he doesn't need to pump his dick again and again in his hand imagining it as your cunt

"so you're already awake" he sit at the edge of the bed and kiss you romantically. You Hum as a yes ans you kiss him back. "ready for second round~" "hmm~ wait! What?!" diluc push you once again in his bed kissing your lips passionately and sliding his tongue in your mouth. He unbotton his dress shirt and his pants. After he reveal his naked body infront of you he started kissing your neck once again leaving some hickey. He reach for your breast and start circulating his finger in your nipple this makes you wet and hot. "let me taste you please" he beg you nod as sign of consent he kiss all the parts of your body until he met your wet cunt he drool at the sight. He insert his tongue in your cunt and keep eating you like a hungry man. You moan his name when you cum on his mouth he stand a little and position his self between your legs he insert his dick inside of you. You moan his name your feel a combination of pain and pleasure he give you some time to feel comfortable in his size and he start to move in and out he do it in a fast pace

This will going to be a long day

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#5

Contains slight SOD spoilers!

At this point I'm comforting myself with the thought that maybe, maybe Albus apparates to Nurmengard later in the day after their duel, probably at night, tearing through the wards like they're nothing.

To his power, they really are, and the person's magic, who put them up, is so similar it feels like coming home instead of invading his supposed-to-be enemy's headquarters.

He's ready to flee, should Gellert want to fight with him if he regrets not killing him when he stood with his back to him, so the view, that awaits him, takes him aback.

Gellert is a wreck.

He had been crying for some time, judging by his eyes, bloodshot and puffy, and the small tremors running through his body. His clothes are the same as they were in Bhutan, he didn't care to change.

His bedroom, ever so neat and well-kept, is a mess.

The desk and chair are in pieces, books cover the carpeted floor like fallen leaves cover the ground in autumn.

Did his magic explode as his anger and feel of betrayal lashed out, emotions no longer being able to kept under control? Or did he destroy everything with his two hands?

Did he really drink half a bottle of scotch on his own?

Albus had seen Gellert in many various states, but shitfaced drunk, barely clinging to consciousness is something new, and he's not sure he likes it.

Alright, let's be honest, he straight away despises this state of him.

When he steps over the threshold, Gellert looks at him with so much fear in his eyes it makes his steps halt.

"Go away," Gellert rasps out, "I know why you're here. Haven't you tormented me enough already?'

"I mean no harm, Gell." Using the old nickname may be cheap, but it does the trick. "I wanted to check on you. I was worried."

"How come? You never cared about me before. You came, spoke the words you knew I need the most, until I believed you actually meant them, then you disappeared. As visions do. Spare me this time, just this once. Please. It hurts so much. I can't."

In that moment Albus realises that Gellert thinks he's just another shadow of himself, one that promises him all the things he's craving for - his companion, support, encouragement, love, trust, to belong to him again.

He spends a good hour of proving Gellert he's real.

Reassuring his heartbroken husband that his love didn't stopped pumping the blood in his veins despite the pact being broken.

When Gellert can finally stand, Albus undresses him, helps him to change, tucks him in and holds his hand until he's asleep.

He shouldn't stay, that's the worst idea he's had since a long time, but Gellert turning to alcohol or any of his old methods of coping with pain would be even worse.

So he lays down next to him, closes his eyes, and when he wakes, it's because of ashen grey curls tickle his nose, and their bodies are pressed so close together as the mere thought of parting would tear them apart from each other's arms.

337 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

#4

!!!SOD SPOILER ALERT!!!

I got out of the cinema a few hours ago, and I'd like to mention a few things:

1. "the summer Gellert and I FELL IN LOVE" I couldn't believe my own ears. They could have used many other expressions, like "met" or "got acquainted", but no, WB really gave us the whole truth. They. Fell. In. Love.

2. Albus's blissed out face when he sees Gellert, the way he closes his eyes, I bet he can feel him in the room even if he doesn't see him, his magic; and my darling really looks like Gellert's presence is balm to his aching soul (and a bit like he's just had an orgams but it's just me and my dirty mind).

3. Once they're touching, the fight is over. Immediately.

4. Gellert is mad about the blood pact, and doesn't even try to hide it. One does not throw himself off of a cliff unless he's seriously done with everything.

5. Did Gellert use to cradle Albus in his arms the way he does it with the Quilin?

613 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

#3

Dream always greets Hob at the door when he comes home after several hours of teaching, until one day he doesn't.

Hob enters the apartment, confused, as he knows Dream is in there, yet cannot imagine a thing why he doesn't come to exchange their almost mandatory good-to-see-you-i-missed-you-terribly kisses.

Quietly, he makes a beeline to the bedroom, and as he steps through the threshold, he's offered the most adorable view he's ever encountered in his long life: Dream's lying between their pillows in the middle of the bed, his starlight-patterned blanket pulled up to his waist, and on his naked chest there's Jessamy, who must have returned from the Dreaming sometime during the day because she definitely wasn't here when he left in the morning, now curled up in her sleep.

"She fell asleep about half an hour ago," Dream whispers as their eyes meet. "I would wake her if I moved. She's dreaming about us, Hob, she's so happy to be with us."

Hob decides it's a perfectly understandable reason for his beloved to change their regular routine.

656 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

#2

Jessamy Reincarnation AU

What if Jessamy, instead of entering the Sunless Lands, reincarnates after her death, and meets Dream in her next life?

Just imagine. Hob and Dream are walking hand in hand in a park, passing by a group of kids. They're all orphans, enjoying their daily outing, running around, playing catch, Dream doesn't pay much attention to them, but then there's a little girl with pale skin and raven-black hair, she's lively and cheerful and their eyes meet and the recognition sends Dream to his knees because it's her.

Jessamy runs to him so fast that she almost trips over her own feet, while Dream is already honest-to-god weeping by the time she reaches him. Their embrace would be bone-crushing if Dream wasn't scared of hurting her - he doesn't spend much time around children, you see, the last time he held one in his arms was eons ago -, and his hands are trembling as he cradles the precious child closer, not quite ready to let go of her yet. He feels Hob kneeling down behind him, a steady hand on his back, a gesture of grounding he's immensely grateful for.

"You're Dream," says the girl with such certainty that shatters his heart in two then mends it immediately again. "You're my Papa."

Another sob threatens to break from his throat and he feels like someone stabbed him in the chest with a sword, but the last thing he wants is to scare away Jessamy, who's smiling at him as if not a day has gone by since they last saw each other.

"I can be your Papa if you want me to," Dream promises, no, swears, on everything he has, "my dear Jessamy. How much I missed you."

He has no idea how much Jessamy remembers, or how a legal adoption process works, he doesn't know a single thing save that in this life he won't let any harm come to her, and she will be the happiest, most cherished child of two worlds.

[the fic based on this is now complete]

706 notes - Posted October 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Vinda, casually: How much do you want Albus Dumbledore-

Gellert, tearing up already: The need to have him with me, in my life, physically, not only in my heart and my memories, is almost unbearable. His absence pains me more and more with every breath I take.

Vinda, with a frown: -dead?

971 notes - Posted April 14, 2022

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Hi! I have a suggestion - how about Tsuchigomori who has a virgin s/o and how would their first time go? Can be either a drabble or headcanons. I've heard you're going to be inactive for a while so take as much time as you need! thank you!!

cw: gn reader, creampie, desk sex, no prep in the 2nd one, i think thats all?

a/n: thanks for the suggestion nonnie!! This one wss so so yummy i had to write it, i love him sm!! hope you enjoy it my dear ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ

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Tsuchigomori would definitely want it to be in a nice environment and not in his library (if its planned ahead of time) so I can imagine two scenarios here!!

Planned:

Tsuchigomori would lay on the sheets and kiss over your neck softly, his warm breath brushing over the skin of your neck. Gently running his hands over his body while keeping his eyes on you to check your reactions, he’d ask if you were ready for him,, ready for him to take away your purity and claim it as his own but of course you nod eagerly to his question. He’ll hook his long fingers under them hem of your pants and pull them down, savoring the sight of your sex. It’s for him.. And him only, the thought alone makes his cock stiffen in his slacks.

He leans down to gently spread your legs, leaning over to get the unopened bottle of lube from the beside table,,, you shiver at the cold feeling of the substance dribbling down your rear. He’d spread your hole to make way for his fingers, sliding one in makes you gasp softly. The feeling is unnatural to you so he softly reassures you sliding in another finger and beginning to pumps them in and out of your tight sex, just enough to get you accommodated with being stretched out. Tsuchigomori would fuck you on his fingers until you’ve came at least once before aligning the fat tip of his cock to your rim and forcing himself inside, whispering sweet nothings in your ears and saying how good you are for him. You’ll cling onto him as his shallow thrusts of his hips push his cock further inside you, he’d kiss away your tears when he finally finishes, filling you with his thick seed.

His hand pressed onto your tummy to feel you tremble in pleasure. You’d kiss him one more time before nuzzling into his comforting warmth neck and drifting off to sleep, his arms wrapped safely around you to pull you into his chest. Falling asleep after you just to make sure you’re comfortable.

Unplanned:

It’d probably happen after school is over, everyone is gone and he’s grading papers in his office. Nothing but silence and the soft sounds of his pen against the papers, you lean at the door frame and wait for him to notice you. It doesn’t take very long for him to invite you in the office for some coffee, talking about simple things while you converse of your coffee.

You two have always been rather close due to shared interests and knowledge on biology so when he offered to take your relationship more seriously you were ecstatic to agree. The conversation gets a bit more heated on the topic of Tsuchigomori’s type, he leans close and sends an unreadable look. “You.” His hand gently brushes the hair from your face and he smiles just barely.

Things would escalate quickly when he lifts you up on your desk and roughly presses his lips on yours, wanting to ravage you completely. Wanting to feel your soft fresh under his teeth, your wrists pinned behind your back and the tears dripping down your cheeks. He’ll spit on the base of his cock and spread it over his shaft, pressing himself inside your tight sex. You choke and squeeze his cock tightly, he smiles and slowly ruts his hips to get you used of the feeling of him inside. If you don’t want him to cum inside he’ll just do it over your tummy..

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THERE YOU ARE —

TENDOU X F!READER ♡

>> requested by anon <<

notes: 18+ only mdni; thank you for your request!; being with tendou can either turn you into a flustered mess or a giggling fool, or maybe a mix of both?

genre: smut; fluff

content: tendou; f!reader; post time-skip; established relationship; first time with eachother (not virgins); flustered reader; teasing; verbal humiliation kink; choking; finger sucking; 34+35 lyrics

words: 1.3k+

“Why so shy now, hm?” Tendou's large hand grasps at your wrists, pulling your hands away from covering your face–pinning them above your head.

He moves over you, a knee wedging between your thighs. You turn your face to the side, trying your best to avoid meeting his careful gaze. He’s staring down at you with a teasing smile, and you can’t help but squirm underneath him.

“How does that song go again? The one you’ve been singing so much?” His free hand wraps around your neck, giving a light squeeze.

A strained whimper escapes your throat at the feeling of his long fingers and broad palm wrapping securely around–finger tips adding just the right amount of pressure against your pulsating vein.

“‘Can you stay up all night? Fuck me ‘till the daylight,’" he sings out mockingly.

"That’s how it goes, right?” He laughs out, causing you to try and pry your hands away to cover your face–your weak attempts erupting even more laughter from him.

He continues to watch you, taking in your flustered appearance–hands balled together in his grasp, eyes tightly shut, and with a slight puff to your cheeks. He slowly presses his knee against your cunt, adding pressure little by little–underwear already soaking through. You feel heat rush to your face, as well as warm tingles shooting straight down–his teasing doing more to you than you could ever think. You find yourself grinding yourself back into his knee for some relief.

"Oh? you liked that, didn't you?" You can hear the smile through his voice and he presses his knee into you again, leaving it there.

His grasp on your neck loosens and you feel the rush of blood, sending you into a daze, while your tiny gasps turn into needy pants. You're helpless, wrists still being held and his knee locking you in place–too flustered to speak.

"Where'd all that confidence go? You were so ready, practically dragged me to the bed, but look at you now." He grabs your jaw–cheeks squishing together and lips parting–turning your face up to him, but you refuse to open your eyes.

He leans down, pressing a kiss against your parted lips, his tongue slipping in as you let out an involuntary moan. He pulls away to your disapproval and your eyes slowly open, boldly meeting his watchful gaze with a little pout.

"Satori, please? Was just a little shy before." Words come out slightly slurred, jaw still in his grip, but you plead with him–squeezing your thighs around his knee as you grind down.

"Ah, there you are." With the click of his tongue, he releases his grip on your wrists and your jaw, "Just needed me to tease you a little, hm?"

You press your palms against his bare chest, offering him an alluring smile that lets him know that he's right; it's the same smile that causes his jaw to slack and his thoughts to stutter. He swallows hard, your eyes trained on his bobbing adam's apple.

"Hm. Knew it," he says as simply as he can, quickly regaining his composure. "You're ready then?"

"Mhm," you nod eagerly, your hands slide up his chest to encircle his neck, and you pull him down with a smile.

He wastes no time in peppering kisses all over your face, neck, and chest–tickling you with his lips, sending you into a fit of giggles. He hastily starts to pull at your panties, throwing them off to the side. His hand cups at your soaking cunt, slowly teasing at your entrance before pushing two digits inside.

You whine out as your walls greedily suck him in, gripping around tightly each time his fingers move. You paw at his front, grabbing onto his already hardened cock through the material of his sweatpants.

He lets out a quiet hiss, "Okay, okay." He quietly laughs to himself.

He kicks his pants off before lining the tip of his cock up with your clenching hole. You let out a sharp breath, the feeling of him pushing against you has you waiting in sweet anticipation. Large palms grab behind your thighs, pushing and spreading you further apart. He takes a moment to admire you–all of you that's all for him.

Your face starts to burn, it felt as if he was engraving every detail into his mind for fear of forgetting how beautiful you looked like this. Noticing your unease, he runs his fingertips soothingly up and down the backs of your thighs as a way to hush any embarrassment you start to feel. His darkened eyes flicker up to watch your face as he starts to slowly push himself into you. He takes in your expression as he buries himself inch by inch–eyes fluttering shut, lips parting, and with a slight furrow to your brows.

"S-Satori," you start to mewl as the tips of your nails dig into the skin of his back.

He lets out a throaty groan at the quick snap of his hips, the rest of his cock finally inside you. You hear the muted scrunch of fabric as he grabs handfuls of the duvet you're both laying on. It takes him some time to ground himself, the way your walls were clenching and fluttering around him is just too good.

"You okay?" You manage say in between breaths.

"Yeah, just give me a moment," he whispers before meeting your lips for a fevered kiss.

Just as you were losing yourself into him, his hips start to move, and you let out a series of sweet little moans. He catches every single sound you make into his mouth, muffling each one with a long tender kiss. Despite the careful way he was treating your lips, his hips start to follow a relentless pace–his cock moulding your cunt in a way that had you gasping for air and asking for more.

He pulls away, all his attention now on the way his slick-covered cock was quickly pumping in and out of you. His grip on the sheets loosens and he brings a hand down to toy with your clit, rubbing achingly slow circles to watch you squirm and whimper underneath him.

"You look like you want something," his teasing tone never leaving.

"Please, please," you plead as your nails dig deeper into the muscles of his back.

He's laughing, but you don't pay any mind because he gives you what you want, motioning faster flicks at your sensitive bud. He winds the coil in your tummy, clean and tight. Incoherent mumbling falls through your lips, the slightest bit of drool spilling from a corner of your mouth.

His other thumb comes to swipe at your drool before suddenly stuffing your mouth with two long fingers–pressing heavily against your tongue. You squeal at the intrusion, but willingly take his fingers in, sucking long and slow, enjoying being stuffed so full.

"That's it. Just like that." There's a slight strain to his words and his thrusts become hurried and messy, but it was enough, enough for your little coil to snap and for you to gush all over him.

Your moans are muffled, stuffed too full with his fingers, and he can't look away. His cock twitches at the sight of you drooling and coming undone, it sends him over the edge right alongside you. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, grabbing both hands into the duvet as be drops his forehead onto your shoulder–filling you up with his cum.

The room is quiet, only filled with heavy breathing, but that soon turns into satisfied giggles from the both of you. He turns his face towards you, breathing now slowed and white teeth flashing.

"Hey, you still didn't sing that song for me. 'Can you stay up all night? F–'"

"Shut-up!" You silence his singing by playfully shoving his face away from you, but he's comes back, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you closer to litter your face with tiny kisses.

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SPOTIFY WRAPPED Prompts (2021 edition)

Hi everyone!! I know I've been a bit MIA with my writing lately, but since Spotify Wrapped finally came out, and I know I had so much fun last year, I thought this would be a great way to get back into it :)

Rules are simple as always and song list is below cut.

You don’t have to be following me, but it would be nice of course haha

Please reblog this post to spread the word. I don’t want it to flop

Send in an ask with the song (from the list) and person you want me to write about

be as specific in your request as you like

can be just (person x reader + song) or you can send in an entire plot that you want me to include.

it can be smut (18+!!), angst or fluff

any au goes i think

amount of asks per person is unlimited

I will use my right of denying to write something if it makes me uncomfortable <3

Don't judge me for my music taste <3

MASTERLIST - INBOX + GUIDELINES

disclaimer, Red (Taylor's Version) came out a few weeks ago and chances are the data is not accounted in the wrap up- but it is probably the only thing I've listened to since it came out, so I will also allow requests for any Red (tv) songs + Folklore and Evermore songs that aren't on this list cause I've also been listening to that a lot the past few days :)

Suzie by Jojo Macari

ZITTI E BUONI by Måneskin

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE by Måneskin

Chosen by Måneskin

Murder on the Dancefloor by Sophie Ellis-Bextor

Back It Up by Caro Emerald

no body, no crime by Taylor Swift

Weapon of Choice by Fatboy Slim

The One Who Cares by Jojo Macari

4 Minutes by Madonna ft. Justin Timberlake

The Wrong Place by Hooverphonic

The Chain by Fleetwood Mac

good 4 u by Olivia Rodrigo

Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift, HAIM

Rise_dive by Jojo Macari

Can't Get You out of My Head by Kylie Minogue

Dark Side by Blind Channel

I Think We're Alone Now by Tiffany

Internet Friends Jojo Macari

Cold Cold Cold by Cage the Elephant

The Walker by Fitz and The Tantrums

Little Lies by Fleetwood Mac

Space and Time and Halloween and Paracetamol by Jojo Macari

Everybody Talks by Neon Trees

Ain't No Sunshine by Bill Withers

Think About Things by Daði Freyr

Kiss You by One Direction

Womanizer by Britney Spears

Dancing in the Moonlight by Toploader

Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus

Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado, Timbaland

Waterloo by ABBA

Do It All The Time by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT...

Echoes by The Rapture

brutal by Olivia Rodrigo

HUMUHUMUNUKUAPUA'A from High School Musical 2

10 Years by Daði Freyr

Kiss My (Uh Oh) by Anne-Marie, Little Mix

Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz

We Didn't Start the Fire by Billy Joel

exile by Taylor Swift, Bon Iver

Escape (the Pina Colada Song) by Rupert Holmes

Play That Funky Music by Wild Cherry

Love Story (Taylor's Version)

Pumped up Kicks by Foster The People

Rock the Boat by Hues Corporation

One Way or Another (Teenage Kicks) by One Direction

These Boots Are Made For Walkin' by Nancy Sinatra

Die Young by Kesha

Ain't No Rest for the Wicked by Cage the Elephant

Sign of the Times by Harry Styles

Paper Rings by Taylor Swift

Rock DJ by Robbie Williams

Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen

Flashdance... What a Feeling by Irene Cara

Jump Around by House Of Pain

Ice Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice

Sound of The Underground by Girls Aloud

How You Like Me Now by The Heavy

Watermelon Sugar by Harry Styles

august by Taylor Swift

traitor by Olivia Rodrigo

She Wolf by Shakira

You're The One That I Want from Grease

Me Too by Meghan Trainor

Jump by Girls Aloud

Runaway Baby by Bruno Mars

Believe by Cher

Mama Do The Hump by Rizzle Kicks

What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction

You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift

The Shoop Shoop Song by Cher

Left Hand Free by alt-J

Ready or Not by Bridgit Mendler

Year 3000 by Busted

Stolen Dance by Milky Chance

Who Do You Think You Are by Spice Girls

Love Shack by The B-52's

Don't Stop Believin' by Journey

Kiss From a Rose by Seal

Don't You (Forget About Me) by Simple Minds

Livin' La Vida Loca by Ricky Martin

Torn by Natalie Imbruglia

invisible string by Taylor Swift

Golden Brown by The Stranglers

Mrs. Robinson from The Graduate

Call My Name by Cheryl

Poker Face by Lady Gaga

Love Runs Out by OneRepublic

Build Me Up Buttercup by The Foundations

Gold by Spandau Ballet

Mamma Mia from Mamma Mia!

Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da by the Beatles

Kiwi by harry Styles

Killer Queen by Queen

Nice To Meet Ya by Niall Horan

WandaVision! from WandaVision (episode 2)

Feel by Robbie Williams

Juice by Lizzo

Bills by LunchMoney Lewis

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#5

I don’t know why or how I forgot, but I randomly remembered today...

it’s fanfic. write whatever the fuck you want.

364 notes • Posted 2021-02-19 23:55:08 GMT

#4

Tell me, how does dean react when the chick he’s with squirts unexpectedly🥵🥵

Holy Fuck, he can hardly stand how hard it makes him. There's a heavy gasp as he realizes that he's just made you squirt, and a grin that deepens into a smug interest... Dark, mossy green eyes get locked to your twisted features as he winds you up again.

You're so fucking wet you don't believe it's possible. The heavy pump of his thick fingers inside your cunt makes an embarrassingly sexy squelching noise that makes you melt deeper into the blankets, makes Dean growl with enthusiasm. It's practically all you can focus on. That, and the constant thwack of the heel of his palm against your pulsing clit.

He's slapping against your flesh, pounding faster into you, working so hard that a glistening sheen of sweat has appeared on his bulging bicep, but oh, he's loving every second. He can feel your body tighten again on his rough digits and he pulls you upward with his free hand, almost yanking you up. Your legs spread wider around his bowed knees, your jaw hangs slack, eyes blank slits of white as Dean bends down for a kiss.

He holds you seated with a big hand on the middle of your back and he quickens his pace, curling a desperate middle finger against your gspot.

When he licks into your mouth, everything flashes bright white and the feeling snaps inside of you. You can't even breathe as your squirt again, harder this time, soaking his cock, his thick thighs, everything below.

"Well, damn, I didn't know you could do that," he says with a proud, whispered chuckle.

Reaching up to hold onto his shoulders, you squirm against him, rubbing the head of his cock through your slippery lips. "Wanna do it again," you slur, barely able to find your voice. "Wan squirt on your big cock, Dean..."

A shy blush flashes over his cheeks before the monster takes over. Dean grabs a fistful of your hair and adjusts himself against you, ready to piston deep inside.

A big hand locks around your throat and a wide thumbs wipes across your dangling bottom lip.

"Go ahead," he tells you, thrusting forward slowly until you're stretched around him. "Cum those brains out for me..."

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417 notes • Posted 2021-07-26 20:27:29 GMT

#3

i’m sorry, but i can’t help myself… solid he’s bound to be at least 8 inches,,,, right😳

it's just a shadow!!!

he can't possibly...

I mean...

Is he?

I mean? right?

just a shadow

441 notes • Posted 2021-07-25 21:00:06 GMT

#2

You know what I want? What I really want? I want the entire world to see him. I want every person in Hollywood to stand up and go “holy shit this guy!”. I want every person who’s ever seen a film or watched television to finally go “Wow, he’s amazing”. I want the entire universe to come to know the incredible talent that is Jensen Ackles.

560 notes • Posted 2021-10-12 18:15:00 GMT

#1

🎶 @deanwinchesterswitch tagged me to list 4 songs that I'm currently obsessed with...ohhhhh boy... 🎶

Cold Arms - Mumford & Sons

You're So Vain - Carly Simon

You & Tequila - Kenny Chesney

Cold Little Heart - Michael Kiwanuka

Definitely write to all of these lately...

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596 notes • Posted 2021-04-26 13:11:09 GMT

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[muffindaddystyles]

𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒐 𝒅'𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.

Author's Note: In honour of my baby "Golden." I present you a blurb of bubbly infatuated Harry, who's love's so contagious that you falls lovesick. Reblog and give feedback for the love of harry.

The sun shimmers gold specs and falls down from canary dewy trees, his muddy gee-ed up Vans quealling the dainty squeals of yours spurting into late summer air as he chases you alongside amalfi coast like a golden puppy ready to lick his treats. You glance from your shoulder to his view and god it's fascinating as if the Angels just ascended from heavens above to paint a renaissance hued plaster of Paris sculpture and took their time to ink the pitch loitering it into swallows on his prodding clavicles. His tanned structure glittering fron the far under the teal clouds.

Cheekily he gives you a smile that pumps a sudden rush of anderaline inside your blood veins making you shriek girlishly and gallop onto soles of feet.

"Silly." He breathes out shaking his head. heart-shaped magenta lips pressed against your cheek, arms finally sneaking around your waist and pulling you in his snug comfort.

Your smile's infectious as you spin in his genial hold brushing his hickorey luscious curls back with your ever gentleness. To let him know that his heart in your ribcages isn't beating wild from running but from the felicity of seeing him carefree, happy and glowing; you slide his palm where your heart lays gushing for him.

"Sunshine." You breath out lovingly and it fuses to his sccachirness making him catch your lips into a tiny lovelorn peck.

"Hm, I see wan' catch birds with ye'r tiddies out." You push your palm under his barely button white shirt and he peers down at you in the same teasing manner pretending to graze your nose with his teeth making grumpy noises, "ye'r 't only chicken I can't seem to catch."

"Well 'm in ye'r trap." He sighs dreamily at your devotednese to him tapping your chin he steals a wet kiss from your wine lips, "gonna roast ye' nice 'n all. Then gonna fill me belly."

You scrunch your nose at his misheviousness and he gives out a Tarzan cackle tickling you with the ruffles of his poofy hair.

"You're s' anti-romantic!" You sees him in eyes unbelievably. His jade flickers with explosion of new found naughtiness as his hand snaked under your bum catching you off-guard by throwing you at his shoulder.

"Put meh down ye' wanker!" Defeatedely you puffs out a laugh punching his strong shoulders but in vain, "nope chick-y 'm hungry due 't all ye'r chasin', gonna eat ye' once we reach home." The lewdness in his words turned your ears pink and you squeal a 'sunny!' his nickname with much aggression but fondness when he smacks the reachable flesh of your thigh.

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[hellotvshowtrash]

Obey pt. 2

Alright here’s part two!!

WARNING: hella smut, like hella so there’s that, blood

A/N: first time ever writing smut so! Like/reblogging if you enjoyed! Also I’m posting this via mobile so the spacing between paragraphs is weird. Ahhh I’m anxious about this so I just gotta post it okay I hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1.8k

Credits to gif owner

Y/N and Elijah found themselves in a booth hours later, laughing together as they got to know one another. Y/N noticed that no matter how much Elijah drank, he didn't seem to be getting as inebriated as she was. She slowed down her pace, although she was already quite drunk. She had been putting the moves on him relentlessly but they seemed to bounce off.

"There's no way you're that bad of a cook," Y/N giggled at his kitchen horror story. He laughed along with her, nodding his head.

"The scorch marks went to the ceiling," he remarked and she laughed even more. She nonchalantly placed her hand on his while laughing and his smile started to fade. "I do appreciate the gesture, Y/N, but I'm afraid I'm rather..." he trailed off as he tried to find the word for his status. Spoken for? Taken? "Emotionally unavailable," he finished.

Y/N laughed at this, "As am I." She eyed her hand on top of his still, then looked back into his eyes. They were dark, darker than she had thought they were. There was an emotion in them that she couldn't quite pinpoint. He moved his hand out from underneath hers as he gave into her advances, putting it on her thigh under the table. She flushed at this, her gaze faltering and she turned her head. 'Pull it together Y/N,' she thought to herself 'He's just another man who would hurt you in the end,' She turned her head back to him. She would be the one assuming dominance.

"Why don't you," she leaned in closer to him, her face inches from his, "take me back to your place?" Her breath was hot and laced with the scent of alcohol, but that wasn't what Elijah was focusing on. Y/N moved her lips to his ear lobe, nibbling on it, then she proceeded to move down his neck, kissing her way into his bed. From this angle, he could practically see the blood moving beneath her skin, the vein perfectly poised for him to bite into. His eyes shifted into black and he felt the urge to drink and the lust he felt for her. He moved his hand up her thigh and down in between her legs. She startled at this, not expecting him to advance so easily. She pulled away slightly and moved back up to his ear. "I'm not sure that here is the best place," she whispered, nibbling again. His fingers traced the lining of her underwear beneath her dress. Her breath hitched, and she wondered why he would give her this reaction.

It took years for Y/N to learn that men were for sex now. She used her fear and anger and twisted it into her power, she would not fear men, she would use them. But this one made a sensation creep into her stomach that she hadn't felt in too long. She moved her hand below the table as well, palming his pleasantly large bulge he was sporting. She kissed his neck more, and he moved his fingers over her underwear, just above where she wanted him. He moved suddenly, standing from the booth.

"Follow me," he looked at her and instructed and she obliged. It seemed as though he wanted more from that statement, but she just wanted him. She followed Elijah as he led her toward the back of the bar, in the direction of the restrooms. She smiled to herself. This was new. He opened the door to the single room and looked around for anyone watching, before rushing her in and locking the door behind them. He turned to face her, his back to the door. She grinned as she moved toward him, putting her hands on his chest and he grabbed onto her waist, breathing heavily.

Her heart sped as she lowered herself down, moving to unbuckle his belt. She lowered his suit pants and palmed him through his boxer briefs. He laid his head back against the door, a groan releasing from his lips. She slipped her hand up his trousers, her fingertips dancing on the base of his hard penis. He hissed lightly as her fingers grazed along the soft skin. She finally tore the fabric down, revealing his rather large member. She bit her lip as she looked up at him, locking eyes. She moved her hand around the base of him, gently pumping and rotating and he closed his eyes again, his breath escaping from his throat. Still keeping her eyes on his face, she took him in her mouth, gently swirling her tongue over the pink, swollen head of his cock. She progressively took him in more and more, speeding up her pumping hand matched with the bobbing of her head. Elijah's hands found her head and she moved her eyes up again, meeting his as he looked down at her hungrily.

"You are exquisite," he growled. He bunched her hair in his fist, enjoying the feeling of her mouth on his cock. His hips started to twitch as he wanted to thrust, to feel the back of her throat, he wanted her to take all of him. As if they had the same thought, she took him in all at once, burying him deep in the back of her throat and he let out a loud groan, tightening his grip on her hair. Suddenly, he pulled her up and they were at the bathroom sink. He must have pulled her there quickly, she didn't seem to realize she had walked over with him.

He bent her over the countertop of the sink, pulling her dress up and over her perfectly round ass. Her underwear was a mere thong and he wrapped his index finger around it, snapping it away. She gasped in surprise, fully enjoying being bent over right in front of the mirror. She could see the way he admired her body and she smiled to herself. 'Worship me,' she thought to herself. She watched his face as Elijah inserted one of his long fingers into her wet folds. She moaned lightly as he started pumping in and out. As much as she wanted to close her eyes and enjoy the feeling, she was having too much fun watching him focus on pleasuring her. He licked his lips as added another finger and she moaned more, and he responded in kind, quickening his pace.

He knelt in front of her, and she could feel his warm breath on her wetness. It made her shiver with desire. His tongue flicked in and out of her quickly, drinking her in. He used his thumbs to pull and gain better access to her. He moved down to her clit and she gasped and moaned in delight. She moved her hips gently as he licked and sucked on her clit, and he moaned into her lightly, sending vibrations up her spine. She moved a hand back to tangle her fingers in his dark hair. He moved her legs apart slightly more, and he dove deeper, fucking her with his tongue and making circles around her clit. Her legs began to shake as she held herself up on her tiptoes, moving her hips in sync with him.

"I want you," she moaned, finally closing her eyes. Elijah pulled himself up and adjusted his cock to meet her entrance. She felt him there, hovering over her.

"Is this what you want?" He asked. Before she could respond, she moved her hips back and took him in before he could thrust. They moaned in unison, Elijah's out of pure surprise and enjoyment, hers from bliss. She began to move her hips faster. She lifted herself up on her elbows, looking into the mirror again as she fucked him. His hands grasped at her waist, helping her move rhythmically. His eyes met hers in the mirror and they seemed darker even still than she remembered. He grabbed her hair, pulling her upright as he seized control. He pushed her leg up onto the counter to gain better access into her. He wrapped his free arm around her torso, groping her breast over her dress as he started thrusting into her, hard.

Her jaw dropped as he thrust, his body molding into hers, her moaning becoming a constant, high "Fuck." Her own hand dropped to her clit and she massaged as he moved and she could hear him growl in her ear as he watched her in the mirror. She threw her other arm up and to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her still. She let her eyes close as he started to kiss her neck as his thrusting came faster, both of them close to their limits.

She felt him nibble and then bite down on her neck, it was painful for a moment but soon euphoria took over her as she reached her orgasm. They both pushed over the edge together, his cum filling her deeply, hers dripping out onto the floor beneath them. She ground her hips onto him more as they both came, riding her ecstasy as long as she could. Elijah kept his mouth at her neck as he kissed and bit more, slowly coming down from the high. He released her leg and held onto her waist, making sure she could stand properly on her own.

Breathing heavily, she met his eyes in the mirror, "oh, my god," she said, a smile on her lips. She felt wetness on her neck and saw a trickle of blood drip down and her eyes widened.

"I apologize, I got carried away," Elijah said sheepishly while redressing. She moved her hand to her neck and looked at the blood on her fingertips. Her eyes moved back to his quizzically. She nodded slowly and grabbed a paper towel, cleaning herself. Her eyes moved to him occasionally while she did, watching him. He fixed his hair and adjusted his tie as he waited patiently for her while she made herself presentable again, and held the door open for her when they were ready to leave.

"A true gentleman," she muttered. She was much more exhausted than she had expected she would be. She swayed slightly through the crowd around the bar, not noticing the looks from people within proximity of the bathroom. Elijah nodded awkwardly at the people around as they passed by, realizing just how loud they had been. She made her way to the exit, wanting nothing more than to go home and sleep. Y/N locked eyes with Sophie at the bar and grinned wickedly at the look of disbelief on her face. 'He's not interested' rang in the back of Y/N's head as she turned back to look at Elijah. She blew him a kiss and walked out the door of the bar.

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[fumbling-fanfics]

So I know I have a bunch if request that I should be posting this one, but I really got into this one.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Black Reader, Bucky Barnes x Black Reader

Warnings: Smut!

Thanks to @my-rose-gold for proof reading.

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Everyone needs a vacation. The Avengers were no different. 

You yourself had not been part of the Avengers for long, but you were tired. Fighting aliens, robots and terrorists alike eventually took its toll. So when you were given the option to take a break and disappear for a second you were out the door behind Nat and Bucky.

You hadn't planned on taking a break with anyone else, but you found yourself just outside the South of France in a spacious villa in tiny quite village with Bucky and Steve.

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You'd all just finished lunch, Steve was still inside the villa clearing away the plates and tidying the kitchen. Bucky was reclined back on his pool side lounger, in his swimming trunks and sunglasses.

You were sat next to him, in an oversized tee shirt, bikini underneath. Your legs were tucked under you as you read through the dramatic erotic fiction you'd found in the villa. Besides the local paper that Steve read at least six times before you or Bucky could even think to look.

Steve stepped outside, paper under his arm, to join you and Bucky by the pool. He wore swimming trunks too, but unlike Bucky, Steve also wore an open short sleeve linen shirt. His slight tan lines were cute. Bucky on the other hand was tanning all over nicely.

Steve rustled the newspaper for the millionth time as he sat at the cast iron table and chairs. Bucky shifted slightly, towards him.

"You know Steve, the whole point of the vacation is to have an actual vacation" Bucky's hand found your thigh and gave it a slight squeeze. Steve said nothing, just turned a page with a louder rustle.

As you turned your own page, you felt two large drops of sweat run down your back and cleavage. It was late June, and hot. Without waiting for another drop of sweat to make its move you dropped your book on the lounger you claimed as yours. You stepped towards the pool, stopped at the edge as you pulled the fabric of the tee shirt over your head and tossed it back behind you.

"Bucky's right Steve, relax" and with that you disappeared into the water, getting two slow laps in before you came up for air.

A few hours later Steve's shadow appeared over you at the side of the pool. When you looked up he was crouched down, holding a drink out to you, he seemed to have a similar drink in his other hand.

"Thank you" you smiled. You took a sip of the cold drink. "What time is it?" Steve rotated his free hand to check his watch. Steve was of course wearing a watch while on vacation.

"Just gone half one" he explained. You nodded, downing the rest of drink and handed him back the glass. "I better start dinner" with that you disappeared under the water and came back up, pulling yourself up out of the pool on the edge next to Steve. You walked back to your lounger where Bucky still was as, Steve followed your wet footsteps.

You grabbed up your towel, drying off the excess water. You slipped on your flip flops. "Where are you going?" Bucky asked, shifting his sunglasses a little.

"To start dinner. Do either of you have any requests or you open to my creative interpretation?" Bucky shrugged. "We trust you" Steve smiled. You leant down, taking Steve's chin in your fingers and gave him a light kiss. You sauntered off into the house.

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You rummaged through the kitchen trying to work out what to make. You pulled some things out of the cupboards and fridge, leaving them on the counter top.

As you crossed the living room to go clean up and get ready, the cold vibranium metal of Bucky's hand and fingers found your upper arm, pulling you back against him.

"Don't I get a kiss" his lips brushed against the skin on your neck.

"After I shower" you teased, grinding back against him. 

Bucky's other hand snaked around your front, sliding up between your boobs, finding your throat.

Bucky walked you to the sofa, undoing your wet bikini top and bottoms, throwing them on the floor. He pushed you down onto the sofa, stepping between your legs. He pulled down his swimming trunks, stepping out of them and slightly kicking them to one side. He leant over you, leaning on his hands either side of your waist as he kissed and lowered to his knees.

The sofa was low enough that it meant on his knees Bucky was now level with you. He tugged you forward by your hips, laying you on your back more. He held himself in one hand as he brushed the tip of cock against your entrance, not breaking eye contact with you. He smirked as you twitched in anticipation. Your fingers dug into the pillows of the sofa as he slowly entered you.

Bucky only stopped when he had slid all the way into you, pulling you down against him. He held you here for a moment, letting you both enjoy the feeling of each other. 

Bucky withdrew himself slightly, enjoying the moan the action caused and how you arched your back a little.

Steve wasn't quite sure what he was expecting when he brought the empty glasses to the kitchen, but he wasn't expecting to see Bucky fucking you on the sofa. He left the three glasses in the sink, walking into the living space to match the noises to the visual.

Steve moved to stand behind the sofa, looking down at you. His hands found your wrists above your head, and held your arms in place, while Bucky started his finish. His vibranium hand found your throat again, his other hand gripping your waist as he pulled you down on his length and his hip movements became harder. Your fingers dug into your palm and your toes curled at Bucky's waist.

Bucky kissed you again, slowly slipping you his tongue. After a moment he broke away, and pulled out of you. He moved sitting neck to you, slumping back into the sofa with a deep satisfied exhale.

Steve rounded the sofa, stripping off his shirt, kicking off his shoes. He pulled you up off of the sofa, keeping hold of you on your wobbly legs. He stepped back into the open space on the rug.

"Get down, on your front" Steve kept hold of your arm as you dropped to your knees in front of him and he help guide you down onto your front. The floor creaked a little as he stepped over you and all you could sense was the sound of Steve taking off his swimming trunks.

Steve growled as he stepped over you, and came down to his knees, either side of your body. His hands brushed over your back from your shoulders to your waist and back up again.

You loved the feeling of Steve's weight pressing you into the rug on the floor. His hand pressed into your upper mid back, making it hard for you to inhale. He nudged your legs open with his knees. You looked up at Bucky who was still on the sofa, legs apart, looking down at you and Steve as he pumped himself slowly at what was unfolding in front of him.

Steve's warm chest pressed against your back as he lay down on top or you. You could feel his hand cock down between your legs. You were wet with anticipation.

Steve's whole body pressed against you more as he entered you with a groan, his hands gripped your shoulders under him, his fingers digging into your skin.

Steve kept you pinned to the floor as he whispered dirty things into your ear between grunts as he bucked his hips, getting deeper every so often. 

Steve's forearm, slipped under your neck and he clamped down on top of as he came. He lay there for a moment, chest heaving in time with yours.

"Doll, come here" Steve helped you up and back over to Bucky. 

Bucky was slouched, practically his back on the sofa. His cock stood erected, his legs slightly parts. He lifted you up, letting you straddle his waist. He held your waist tightly as you wrapped your hand around his cock and guided yourself down onto it.

Bucky's hand ran up the back of your thighs, gripping the curve of your ass, as he worked with your hip movements and the thrusts of his hips. As your orgasm quickly coiled inside you, you hunched over Bucky, his mouth found one of your nipples. The feeling of his tongue rubbing over your nipple sent you over the edge. Bucky tightened his arms around you and came with a low growling moan.

"Guess we should get ready for dinner" Steve chuckled as he disappeared to his room with his discarded clothes in his arms.

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Music hummed through the villa and you emerged from the bathroom in a steam cloud of Amber and Lavender. You disappeared into your room, leaving Steve and Bucky to fight over who would use the bathroom next.

Washed and dressed you finally started dinner swaying and humming along to the music that played, warm breeze pushing the smell of the food you were making through the villa and out.

"You need any help" Steve asked, appearing in the kitchen leaning up against the doorframe, looking very handsome. "Could you set the table please?" Steve nodded pushing off from the door frame.

Bucky appeared next to you, two bottles of wine in his hand from the cellar. Under the low hum of the music you could hear the sound of cutlery being placed on the table by Steve, Bucky could probably hear it too.

Bucky gently pressed against you as you thought over the wine options. "I'll have the white, you and Steve can have the red. You're both having meat" you explained. Bucky nodded and disappeared to add the wine to the table set up.

The music continued to hum lowly as you three ate. You sat back sipping your wine, admiring the differences between Steve and Bucky.

Steve had his short sleeve shirt done up, tucked into his slacks with a belt and his inside shoes on. His brown blonde hair styled perfectly with gel. He sat up straight at the table, slightly laughing at something Bucky had said. Probably an old memory they had shared. Bucky on the other hand sat slightly hunched, one elbow on the old wooden table surface, only his fork in his wrong hand. His hair was drying, but was swept up into a messy bun with one of your hair ties. The top three buttons of his short sleeve top were undone, it wasn't tucked into his slacks. He was bare foot. You rolled your ankle, you wished you were bare foot and not in heels. They weren't high, but still.

Bucky cleared the table and went to get the dessert. You rested your elbow on the table, and your chin on your upturned palm. Steve moved his chair closer to the edge of the table, where you sat. His leg met yours under the table. His hand brushed the side of your face, down your neck, over your shoulder and down your other arm. "Did I mention that you look beautiful"

You smirked, slightly blushing. "No, but thank you" you moved the wine glass out of the way to pull Steve into a kiss. You both separated at the sound of Bucky placing the bowl of dessert down on the table, noticing he already had a spoon in his mouth as he set down three stacked bowls.

Bucky served out the dessert, his own spoon still in his mouth. 

"Doll, what's in this?" Bucky asked, his spoon piled high as he stared into his bowl. You explained the ingredients, while Bucky nodded in amazement.

Bucky started to clear the table while you and Steve finished dessert.

Steve wiped his fingers around the inside his bowl getting every last drop. 

You slipped onto Steve's lap, licking some of the remains of the Berry stained cream of the dessert off his fingers. He slowly pulled his fingers from your mouth, then drew your face closer to his.

Steve's cock strained against his pants as you both kissed. Your mouth relaxed, opening slightly, welcoming to deepen the kiss. He grunted as your hand smoothed down his chest and to his crotch.

Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist from behind lifting you up away from Steve. Your back pressed against Bucky's chest, his vibranium arm held you fast around your waist as he leant back against the wooden dining room table. He softly kicked your legs apart, and his flesh hand started bunching up your dress at your hips. Steve stood in front of you. You reached towards him, your fingers finding his belt and started to undo it. You slipped your hand into his slacks, gripping his erection as his hands rubbed the tops of the sides of your thighs. His fingers hooked into the band of your underwear, working them down your legs. Steve removed your knickers, keeping your heels on.

Steve dropped his slacks and boxers, and moved closer to you, still being held in place by Bucky. When Steve lifted one of your legs up, you placed your hands on his shoulders and Bucky tucked the bunched up fabric of your dress between him and you, grabbing hold of your leg, his hot fingers gripped under the back of your knee.

Steve dipped two fingers into you briefly, then coated his cock with your arousal. As you pulled Steve closer for a kiss he lined his cock up with your entrance. He pushed into you with a grunt, filling you with one smooth roll of his hips.

Pulling out, he listened to your gasp and Bucky felt your shudder, and your hips instinctively rolled. Thrusting forcefully into you, your body rocked with and against Bucky's with every snap of Steve's hips. Your body vibrated with need, and it intensified more as Bucky's mouth found one side of your neck and Steve found the other.

You stiffened as your orgasm rolled through you, sound and breath caught in your throat, toes curled, fisting the shoulders of Steve's shirt. As your pussy clenched around his cock, Steve added to your climax as he buried himself deep inside you relentlessly. Bucky followed with his own orgasm moments later, his fingers digging into your thigh and behind your knee.

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The next day while Bucky was doing laps in the pool, and you laid out on your front asleep on the lounger by the pool Steve eyed the new hand shaped bruise on the back of your knee.

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