#and other phrases that make me lose my mind with lust

[widevibratobitch]

godddddd i wish preziosilla would fuck me nasty

[jayden-killer]

Bonita.

Paring: jake lockley × fem! Reader.

Genre: smut to Angst to fluffy

Warnings: sex, dom!jake, sub!reader, p in v with no protection, use of safe word, panic attack, low self-esteem, reader being insecure about herself, jake being so lovely with reader.

A/N: It's a bit rushed at the end, but i couldn't think of a better ending lmao

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Hot hands rambled on my body as I was merciless fucked by my boyfriend, Jake. He had no mercy when it came to sex, an animal caging his prey with his strong arms. It felt so good, his cock buring inside of me, sliding in so easily thanks to my wetness. He was so big I could see the bluge forming on my lower belly. That could have been the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I could hear thunders outside, rain droples hitting the window outside.

–Jake, Jake, please...– I managed to say in tiny whispers, his hand now moving to grab my neck, lightly squeezing it. He didn't apply so pressure at all, just to keep my mind altered. His other hand squeezed my hip, with such force, to keep my body glued to his, his chest pressed against mine. He was forcing me to take every inch of him.

–What is it that you want, cariño, mh? I thought you were finally shutting up.

–I need to c-cum, please Jake, I can't..!–

–Now, you should take a look at yourself, you're so beautiful like this, preciosa– I could see him smirking, making it me difficult to keep my composure even if I was being fucked so good at that moment. He moved a piece of hair from my face and stopped. My chest panted, trying to make my lungs gain air. I thought he was done until he slapped me lightly on my tight.

–Turn around, I want to fuck you in front of the mirror–

He gave no time to me to change position, manhandling me with little force. He let my back press against his chest now. He panted into my ear and positioned his tip on my lips again, sliding in one more time with no obstacles. This position allowed me to see Jake's movements better.

Slap, slap, slap.

Skin to skin. We were so sweaty, but that was so worthy of the moment. His well-brushed hair now sticking to his forehead, his well-toned chest glistening in sweat, his eyes filled with lust...that was driving me crazy.

–....so pretty, I can't control myself, mierda, que chiquita tan obediente, tan linda– It seemed Jake was more talking to himself in mutterings than to me I couldn't process entirely what he was saying, but he didn't stop. The more he fucked me with force, the more he rambled.

–I love you, so pretty, never letting you go, never, s-so fragile, my doll, my girl, my sweet girl...–

I never stopped to look into the mirror, Jake's eyes eating me as If I was the best dessert served. But, those phrases. Panic begin to settle into my mind: was that just nonsense? What If he loves me just for sex? Does he love me? Does he find me pretty and all of that stuff?

What if..

Does he..

He can't be serious.

He doesn't love me.

He doesn't.

I'm a mess. He can't love a mess like me.

A utter piece of shit.

I'm so useless.

Oxygen seemed to leave my body as soon as I was thinking all that stuff. I could sense the tension being to rise, and my mind started to be foggy. Dwelling on my fake thoughts.. even my head was spinning lightly.

–Jake, Jake...– I called him, but no response. He was losing himself in the sex. Then, again.

–Jake, please, s-stop..–

He kept fucking me. I couldn't do this. He was going to hate me if I had stopped the sex. Panicking more, I let the safe word slip out of my lips, in a whisper-shout, and Jake immediately pulled out, he hugging my body.

–Preciosa, que pasa? Que te pasa?–

Tears streamed out, and I knew it was impossible to stop tears, and Jake knew I was having a panic attack. I remember the moment I warned him about my anxiety disorder, which sometimes carried panic attacks and anxiety. He knew what he was dealing with, and told me that Steven was suffering from it, too, and that he would handle the situation the better he could. Jake gently took my body, now facing me and caressed my head.

–Princesa, calm down, breathe slowly, okay?–his hand cupped my cheek. My teary eyes looked into his. He seemed so calm... how could he do that? Was he pretending to be calm?

Worse, was he pretending to genuinely care about me?

–Bebè, i got you, okay? Breathe slowly. Follow me, take baby steps. One step at once–

He let my hand lightly touch his chest, allowing me to feel his heartbeat. Has he said slowly? I need to breathe slowly, or else...

My mind was still spinning and panicking, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I was so scared that even what Jake asked for seemed like a complicated task. But I tried. I needed to try for him. So I breathed in, and out. In and out. In and...-

–ya pasò, tranquila

My eyes landed on his and I was met with warmth. He helped me sit on the edge of the bed, placing soft hands on my back, and rubbing it in gentle circles. He didn't back away, never. He was always there to help me, to listen to me. Sometimes I wondered how I'd managed to date a soul like him. It felt too much like a fever dream than reality. So Jake asked me what happened, if he triggered me with something, and I took deep breaths again, before actually explaining the episode.

–It was not you. Of course, Jake, it is never you, you make my heart flutter every time–I say in chuckles, -I hate to admit it, but it is strange to feel..good-

I felt Jake's eyes soften more at my words. He made a sign, as to say "keep going".

–Sometimes my mind thinks its not okay to deserve actual love from someone else. And destroys me with little thoights which grow more, and more in..something explosive– A sigh escapes my lips and I rub my eyes in exasperation. Jake's quick to grab my chin and make him look to me.

–Bebè, I know what you're saying. And I know what you are feeling.- He pauses, adjusting himself on the edge of the bed, sitting closer to me, now grabbing my hand and placing it on his tight-You don't have to say that, please. I don't know what you've been through, but I sure know a thing- His tone is sad, and worried, even though there's no lack of confidence in what he says.

–First, I love you. You're incredible in all ways. You're good-natured, kind, empathic, reliable..and I can go on!– A chuckle escapes his lips. He never fails to amaze me. -I must admit, when you first kissed me, I was the one to think that I didn't deserve your love. But you made me think that again-

I nod at his words, smiling. –Whoever put those shit of thoughts in your head– he gently placed a finger on my forehead –I'll remove them with my own hands!

–You know it can't be truly possible, right?– I ask, chuckling

–You want me to die! Like, disassembling my brain, like the doctor in Mary Shelley's Frankenstein–

–So? It's going to be fun!– His hands find my sides and Jake starts to tickle me in fast and hard, and I have no choice but to let out bursts of laughs.

–I surrend! I surrend! Let me go!- I loudly laugh, but the smirk on Jake's face says otherwise.

–Only if you promise to let me cook you my special dish and let me treat you like a queen deserves-

I frantically nod and his tickles chase down, letting me regain my breath and sit one more time on the bed. He chuckles at the sight, and his eyes seem to soften once more. The next thing he does is hug me, tight and close to him. I can hear his heartbeat. Fast. So fast.

–Promise me you'll talk to me whenever you're feeling down. Do you understand? You don't have to face it alone. I'll do everything to make you understand you deserve it–

A pause.

–You deserve the love–

And I promised him, I would reach out for his help. For me.

For us.

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Unleashed 18+ Hakkai Shiba x Fem Reader WC:500+ Masterlist Resident: @enchantedforest-network TW: penetration, rough sex, cervix kissing, creampie, cursing,cuddles at the end. A/N: I couldn't keep this in I've been feral all day. this man was the reason why I couldn't act right at all day today xD Like Brainrott was so real. @-@ No one can change my mind, Hakkai being a Shiba he does have that Shiba trait if he wants to take control he will.

Seeing you completely lose it as your shoulders were over his shoulder only drove to bury his cock deeper inside of you. His knuckles were white as he was clenching his fist, as the sound of his skin slapping against yours. Among the sounds of your moans trickling from your lips. The way you cried his name out loud. He wanted to hear more of it. His cheeks were red as his eyes narrowed down at you being a complete wreck full of bliss and sheer lust. His biceps contract with a large amount of adrenaline pumping through his veins. “Is this how you wanted it darling?” he grunts his eyes focusing on you. “Yess don’t stop~~!” you gave him the queue to continue his rougher lovemaking. Just telling him ‘hard Hakkai’ with each thrust he gave you what you wanted. He was hesitant at first but once that phrase spilled from your plump lips he craved it more himself. Driving his cock deeper and deeper into your pussy. 

The intense gaze in his eyes fixated with your lewd expression he was trying too hard not to cum just yet. Your pussy wrapping around him nice and snuggling he didn’t want it to end. “Fuck you feel so good, your making it so hard not to cum.” panting as he was trying to keep control of the situation wanting to last way longer. You could see the veins popping out on the side of his head. 

Unclenching his fist his hand groping your breast a bit more rougher. His thumb pressed against the middle of your lips. Your lips parted as you began to suck on his thumbs mimicking as if it were his cock. “Baby you're so fucking hot, shit you're gonna make me cum.” folding you more in half the tip of his cock was kissing your cervix. Your snug warm walls were squeezing his cock more than it was before. His cock pulsates inside of you with the final few thrust he slammed into you releasing his hot seed deep inside your empty pussy. He let out a loud groan as his body became inflexible at the moment. He began milking the rest of his cum inside of you doing such shallow thrusts. He felt his arms become weaker as his sudden rush was coming down. It took him a moment before he pulled himself up, removing your legs from his shoulder.  Pulling out slowly from your filled pussy his cum began to trickle out of you. The first thing he did was to make sure you were okay.  “Did I hurt you too much?” You shook your head. “I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me.”

He gave a relieved smile as he scooted over laying down next to you. He brought you closer to his body, his arms wrapping around you. He kissed your temple, his body was exhausted and he could tell you were too. Both of you have no urge to get up from the bed right now. Both of you just lay in each other's arms.

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[bianotbia]

— 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 [𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧]

˗ˏˋ things start to get awkward when you find out that your boss is the face behind your favorite +18 account ˎˊ˗

⤷ a/n : I had a really though week and a lot of things happened so I got a bit unmotivated to get back to writing, but slowly I'll get back to myself <3 for now just gonna repost this fic from a writting collab about the daydreams I have of a dilf at work (luckly I still had it on my drafts)

⤷ contains : fem! reader x boss! levi, nsfw, work colleagues, modern au, age gap (reader is early 20s and levi is late 30s), dilf dilf dilf [wc: 1.8k]

⤷ now playing : ref:rain by aimer

Raining… under the umbrella one summer afternoon as a shower passed

Kissing… I gently kissed your wet cheek

I’m still longing for that season

The rain pours down the gray sky, it falls across the monotonous buildings and hits the windows of the office. As I look mindlessly at the world outside my thoughts wander through familiar places or better a familiar person – Levi Ackerman is truly a sight for sore eyes on this boring afternoon. Even though he's part of the higher ups, that didn't stop me from fantasizing about him during those never ending meetings, admiring the fancy suits he wears, thinking about the muscles beneath his fitted shirts and his slender fingers running down my back. "You're staring again" Mikasa appeared beside my desk "I wasn't! I was just… zoning out" she hummed and took a sip of her coffee "You know he's married… and has a kid right?". A deep breath left my lips as I looked back at some documents in front of me "As if I could ever forget about that" yet an obscure warmth still settles at my stomach when I see him passing in front of my desk every day.

Miss You… the scenes outside my window grow distant

Breezing… I saw a rainbow just barely vanishing

I just hope it doesn’t rain tomorrow

I’m at a total loss these days, with my head in the clouds

Nothing but you is a part of me

This endless rain keeps falling by the time I leave the office, as soon as I get home soaked and tired I head straight up to the bathroom and fill up the tub. Drifting under the warm water my mind starts to wander through complicated feelings again. For the past few months I discovered a certain someone that makes videos on an +18 site, through many nights I stayed up late with heavy breaths filling up my tiny studio, the sight of his skilled hands stroking himself with a halfly open button up was already engraved in my mind but his identity was still a mystery. However lately I've come to notice a few curious things, that the fancy suits he always used in his videos seemed eerily familiar, or that his muscular physique and silent moans were quite similar to a certain person I meet everyday at work. Someone that would never cross my mind when I watched those videos on such lonely nights. Perhaps he did appear in many fantasies, but not without leaving a tiny taste of guilt on the back of my throat after the shockwave of pleasure ran over me. These mixed thoughts along with the boiling steam from the bath made my head dizzy, yet I still lean it on the edge of the tub while my fingers find their way under the water and the image of him on top of me paints itself once again inside this lustful mind.

It’s still not enough

It still won’t fade away

Innocence remains in the palms of our joined hands

What a good thing we lose

What a bad thing we knew

These phrases soak through me like rain

As the end of the year comes closer so do the company reports and the planning for next year projects. A group of employees were called to be responsible for these activities and even though I ain't a higher up I still ended up involved at it, to much of my desire and dismay since our areas operate closely we were paired to work together, which made us see each other a bit more frequently than expected. Write the report, check up data, make it along the norm, revise everything, it's an endless work that feels like an even more dreadful task since I have to face him everyday with those videos flooding my mind each time we cross our eyes. Memories of the way my fingers worked as I watched him undress his shirt and unbuckle his belt across the screen on the night before remind me of the golden shine on his ring finger, an anchor that pulls me down to earth and makes it explicit he has a family and a life outside the company. Yet for some reason this golden ring wasn't there anymore.

It’s still not enough

I still can’t say

The “goodbye” from my dreams, back when I was counting the days

What a good thing we lose

What a bad thing we knew

If we had never touched, would we be smiling now?

I wanted to believe his missing ring was just my lustful mind playing tricks on me, the constant sound of the raindrops pulled me back from my reveries while I organized some things for the meeting we are going to have at his office. At this moment a notification popped on my screen – a new video was posted. My face heated up, I didn't want to open it but my fingers already clicked at it. The scenario seems quite similar to Levi's office and the suit the man was wearing was also strangely similar to his. As I take a glance at the clock it reminds me of our meeting which I'm almost late to. I knock at his door and a low voice tells me to come in, he carefully sorts through some documents and let out a deep breath when he sees me "You're late" I make my way to the chair in front of him "Sorry, I got caught up finishing a report" he lifts one of his brows and the shadow of a smirk appears on his lips. We start to discuss the priorities for the projects, but as much as I try to focus on it my eyes can't divert from a really specific bare finger and a very particular white stain on the seat of his chair.

Calling… beneath a sky where our white breaths alight

Freezing… the strong wind chills my hands and my weakness

So I hide them away in my pockets

No matter where I look, the days have passed me by

Nothing but you is a part of me

After an hour passed we both decided to take a break before heading over for the next topics. I walk over to the window to stretch a bit while Levi stays seated, he looks at his hand and leans on his chair "You seem a bit distracted today" his sudden remark gets me off guard  "Huh, I-I am? Sorry I didn't even realize it". Even though I try to avert my eyes, his famous cold stare pierces through me entirely. "Do you think I'm stupid brat?" his face gets serious and I look at him shocked "I-I don't know what are you talking about". Levi gets up and slowly walks toward me "Oh you know… the stares, the sighs, the fidgeting fingers. You think I didn't notice you staring at my hand lately" I feel my face completely heats up as he gets closer at each step "Divorce isn't as uncommon as you think, brat".

I want to touch you again

But you’re just too bright

I instinctively turn away from the light of your kindness

I wanna sleep in your feeling

I wanna see you in the deep

These phrases from the song I sing now

Endless thoughts flood my mind as he looks at me like a scared prey "I-I think there was a misunderstanding" my voice comes out shaky "But I'm really sorry you're going through this, specially with a young child" his expression softens "We're trying to make the whole process the least traumatic for him. We have no hard feelings involved…". My heart aches a bit for being so selfish this whole time, it kind of saddens me knowing they were a happy family "... Well I'm sure he loves you both a lot" Levi sighs tiredly and runs his hand through his dark hair "Anyway enough about my private life you're changing the subject. Or do you think you'll get away with it?". My confused eyes met his once again "I already told you I don't know what you're talking about" he quickly closes the distance between us and grabs my chin and I'm finally cornered on his table "Show me your phone then. A few hours ago a certain video was uploaded on a site you might be familiar with and I was wondering if that was the report you were finishing before coming here". My heart starts to beat faster and a tingly sensation spreads on my core, the smirk on his lips widens as he notices my heaving chest "You watched it".

I ride that same road home, cradled by the bus

I see a dream I don’t think could ever come true

I wanna sleep in your feeling

I wanna see you in the deep

That season never makes its way back around

If I had remained just a bit more mature, I wonder what I could have said…

He presses his palms on the table caging me, his lip inches closer to my neck slowly making its way to my ear "You've been a very naughty girl lately, haven't you brat?" breath seems to vanish as his hands start to travel up my thighs lifting up a bit of my skirt. His slender fingers slowly trail over the heat in my core sending shivers all over. With swift and precise movements he takes over every inch of my body and mind, the warmth he slides inside me drips over my legs while his hot breath damps the skin of my neck. Hidden eagerness and veiled hunger walk along our touches as euphoria finally reaches our dampened hearts, now hanging on each other desperately trying to take back the air we didn't seem to need a few seconds ago, 

It’s still not enough

It still won’t fade away

Innocence remains in the palms of our joined hands

What a good thing we lose

What a bad thing we knew

These phrases soak through me like rain

His lingering touch still makes me shiver as I rest my head on his shoulder, his calloused palms hold me firmly as I try to put my trembling legs on the floor. "I guess we both have been quite stressed lately… I wouldn't mind having you over for dinner" my fingers trail the nape of his neck "Both meanings of that phrase seem lovely, but don't you have to see your son tomorrow?" a scoff scapes his lip "After so many nights I spent awake over work you don't think I can pull an all nighter with you?" he traces my jawline and lifts my chin to finally meet his ice blue eyes "Can you keep your promises Mr. Ackerman?" "Don't worry brat, I'll teach you to work overtime".

It’s still not enough

I still can’t say

The “goodbye” from my dreams, back when I was counting the days

What a good thing we lose

What a bad thing we knew

If we had never touched, would we be smiling now?

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[anotheroceanid]

I'm not sure, anything specific you said? What about the skill set of some of the minor god kids? Or primordial children?

I'm struggling to phrase my question but an example I'm trying to say is like, hey Percy can control water and blood, what can other kids do? I vaguely imagine the Eros kids being able to scratch people with their nails poisoning them with lust or something similar to that

Oh, I get.

Well, first of all, this first relates to the kids of Athena. I've read someone commenting about them being basically like Spiderman but not embracing it because of arachnophobia etc. I can't phrase it exactly as they did, but what /I/ think is that Athena is losing the opportunity of creating the xmen.

Hear me out: she creates her kids, and I assume she imagines them in whatever way she wants them to “be” (in the sense that she chooses what they'll be leaning when it comes to interests, talents, etc). She could pretty much do something very funny and just start creating kids that have telekinesis or something. Or that can read minds. Or that can make people have super strong headaches.

Okay, that said I think that the one headcanon that I have about minor gods and their kids is about Hebe and her kids. youth is crazy, I can only see her and her kids being just as wild as Ares’ kids. Like, they are the definition of “teenagers scare the shit out of me”

Eros kids would probably be good with the arrow too, they might be able to influence who likes/dislikes who, but in a much lower level. Like, maybe only while they're in distance range.

I admit that I create headcanons as I write, so most of my headcanons come from wips that I haven't posted, so I don’t have as many as other people. Some things I ended up using in multiple stories, so they become universal (?) headcanons to me, but others will only make sense if it’s in a specific narrative.

[hockey--eh]

Let’s Play A Game - Tyler Seguin

warnings: mentions/lead up to sex, 18+, swearing

enjoooooy ;) it's a huge build up!!!!

- * -

Tyler wrapped his arms around you from behind and nuzzled his face into your neck.

“Babe,” you giggled at the feeling of his beard scruff against your neck, “I’m almost done, then you can kiss me!”

He whined against your neck and let his hands roam over your dress. You were wearing a tight black, satin dress with a cowl neckline. Tyler matched with an all-black suit and shirt, the buttons done up enough to show off his chest. The suit was tight against all the right places on him, and if you weren’t going out tonight, you’d tell him to just take it off. Tonight however was a fancy charity event, and you of course were his date. So you couldn’t bail.

“You look so good Y/N… are you sure we need to go?” Tyler’s eyes met yours for a second through the mirror while his hands roamed dangerously close to your boobs. He knew you weren’t wearing a bra, and he knew at any second your nipples would go hard if he continued letting his hands wander.

Rolling your eyes you finished putting in your earrings and turned to look at Tyler, your hands comfortably placed on his chest and then fixing his collar, “maybe if you’re a good boy when I take you out, you can have a treat.” You closed the space between yourself and Tyler, his 6”1 frame made it easy for you to feel him grow a little hard at the thought.

“Says you,” Tyler growled as he squeezed your ass, “remember the last time you went out looking this good?”

Heat rose throughout your body, your face had to be bright red now. The last time the pair of you went out dressed up, Tyler had left for ten minutes to talk to the press and in that time at least two guys had come up to you to buy you a drink. One stayed his welcome a little too long and met Tyler. A very jealous and protective Tyler. After that Tyler had taken you back and made sure the entire hotel floor knew who you went home with.

“Well, let’s play a game,” you smirked letting your hands lightly slide down his arm and stepping back away from Tyler, “whoever makes the other jealous enough first to tap out, loses.”

A dark look washed over Tyler’s face. He knew you loved teasing him, but you also knew how short his temper was, and if this game went too far, he’d surely throw a punch. “We can use a safe phrase, we need to get back to let Teddy out.” Teddy was your beloved Newfoundland dog. He looked exactly like a teddy bear.

Tyler nodded and kisses your forehead, “I’m sure we won’t need it anyway, I know how much you hate seeing me make another lady laugh.”

You stepped closer to him with your lips almost up against his, “then I’m sure you won’t mind when I say yes to a dance… with someone else? You’ll be able to see what everyone else sees when I’m with you, how tight this dress is around my ass, the way they’ll so easily be able to glance down this dress.”

Again, you could feel Tyler harden and see that lustful look in his eyes. You knew you had him where you wanted him, between wanting to tear the dress of you now but also wanting to get you back for making him imagine that sight.

You were for sure the type that would never dare cheat, you adored him far too much and had never felt safer, but you couldn’t deny that making him jealous turned you on. And he kind of enjoyed it. Being able to step in whenever he wanted and take you from whatever idiot thought he had a chance. He loved showing you off to everyone and anyone, and he loved the way guys gawked at you, wishing they were in his place. He only ever flirted with other women to make you jealous, he hated actually doing it, but he loved how it ignited this dominant side of you.

“And when I win baby,” you whispered moving to his ear, “you’ll be begging for me to let you fuck me. Now go and get the car warmed up.” You lightly kissed under his ear before walking away and into the master closet.

- * -

“Tyler!” Someone yelled making the pair of you turn around, you didn’t recognize the guy but Tyler obviously did as they hugged and started talking. You had been at the event for over two hours, your feet were killing you in these heels. You spotted some of the girlfriends and wives of Tyler’s teammates sitting in a booth, laughing and enjoying not being on their feet.

“I’m just going to sit down,” you whispered in Tyler’s ear. “It was lovely seeing you again, I’m just going to sit down.” You told the guy talking with Tyler, he smiled and you leaned in for a hug, “good to see you too Y/N.”

You made your way over to the booth where some of the girls were and let out a sigh of relief when your ass landed on a comfortable chair and took the relief off your feet. Within seconds you were drawn into the conversation the ladies were having before Sarah looked at you and asked if you’d come with her to the bathroom.

Three others joined you as you headed across the large ballroom towards the bathroom. After using the bathroom and freshening your self up, you needed another drink. With your arm linked to Sarah’s, you two headed to the bar.

“So, Tyler and I tonight are playing a little game, want to help me?”

“Oh hell yeah, what do you need girlfriend?”

“Find me a sexy, single man to make Tyler jealous with. First one to get jealous and tell the other, loses.”

Sarah smiled, her and Joe used to do fun things like this all of the time before they had kids. I mean it was the reason Sarah and him had kids. “Follow me.”

“I’m so thirsty,” Sarah said cooly leaning up to the bar and looking at you over her shoulder. She made sure her dazzling ring stayed under the bar island so the young gentlemen beside her would get the hint to buy a drink for the lady. He fell for it easily as he turned in his bar stool to glance at Sarah, “well then someone should fix that.”

Sarah giggled at him, “one for my friend too?”

He nodded and called the bartender over to grab the pair of you some drinks. After the bartender placed the drinks down, Sarah made sure to grab it with her hand that displayed the sparkly set of rings. “Oh, shoot. My husband is beckoning me over, keep my friend company, yeah?”

The man glanced down to her hand, to her, and then over to you. He clearly got the hint and Sarah quickly squeezed between the two of you and into the crowd.

“Well, thank you,” you said raising the glass.

He smiled and turned to fully face you. Sarah clearly knew your type. He was dark haired and dressed similarly to Tyler. He wore dark blue pants that were tailored to just above his ankles, and a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled slightly to show off his tattoos. If you weren’t head over heels for Tyler, he would be someone that would catch your eye. “What brings you here?”

“Well, she did,” you lied letting your arm rest up against the bar.

“And now she leaves you?” He joked before taking a sip of his drink. You shrugged it off and took a sip of your own.

“Probably going to shag her husband in the bathroom.”

He let out a low chuckle, and stepped down off the bar stool, “I’m sure your feet are killing you, why don’t you sit instead?”

“Wow, buys me a drink and offers his seat. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you are trying to impress me?” You smiled and slid past the guy, making sure to lightly brush past his arm while getting onto the bar stool. As soon as you did you quickly glanced around to find Tyler in the crowd. Once your eyes locked with his across the room you looked back at the guy and made sure to lean forward a little, knowing Tyler was watching you.

“And if I didn’t know any better, considering you took the chair, I would say I have.”

You smirked at the guy and fully faced him, letting a hand rest on his upper arm, “it may take a little more than this though.”

His eyes slightly widened for a second, not expecting that type of response. But you could tell the guy was buying your game. He stepped slightly closer to your chair and set his finished drink down on the bar. “Well, why don’t I impress you a bit more with my dancing?”

Bingo. If there was anything that drove Tyler more mad for you, it was you dancing, and even more with another guy.

“I would love to!” You giggled quickly downing the rest of your drink. You took the guys extended hand and slid off the stool. You glanced back to where you had seen Tyler and saw him standing with his jaw clenched. Fuck did he look hot too. He was standing with a few of his teammates, they were obviously having a good conversation, one that Tyler was more than likely not paying attention to.

Tyler’s P.O.V.

She knew exactly what she was doing. Tyler watched her and Sarah walk to the bar, and then her leave Y/N with that guy. He got her a drink and then offered his seat for her. When she brushed past him a bit too closely and then found Tyler's eyes before touching his arm, he knew she was playing the game.

“Tyler?” Joe said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah?”

Joe re-explained the situation he wanted the group's opinion on and Tyler half-heartedly responded, his eyes still glancing over at Y/N who was now following the guy onto the dance floor. Jealousy grew as he watched his girlfriend start dancing with the guy. He seemed like a gentleman which pissed Tyler off even more because his insecure side thought maybe Y/N would prefer this guy more. Maybe he had something Tyler didn't.

Tyler's thoughts wouldn't even let him begin to look for a way to make Y/N jealous, he was stuck in his spot, his eyes glued to his stunning girlfriend dancing with someone else.

He continued watching until his blood boiled too much and he excused himself from the group. Tyler walked over to the bar, close to a large group of ladies who were more than likely single and looking for a dance partner. Before Tyler could even order a drink, a lady in a dark green dress smiled at Tyler, "would you mind dancing with me for a few songs? This guy who was creeping me out finally left for the washroom, and I don't want him to think I'm waiting for him."

"Yes, but can you play a little game for me? My girlfriend is dancing with another guy, I need you to help me make her jealous."

"Deal. This guy was creeping me out."

The pair headed across the floor to near where Y/N and her dance partner were. Tyler placed his hand on the small of this lady's back and the other on her waist. "So, my girlfriend thinks she can make me more jealous th-"

His eyes found the back of Y/N's head, her ass was perfectly hugged by her tight satin dress, and just above her tailbone was this guy's hand. Tyler's blood boiled. The guy was bent down, his mouth near her ear making her laugh. Her angelic giggle made Tyler feel some type of way.

"Excuse me." Tyler said letting go of the lady and making his way over to Y/N.

Y/N's P.O.V.

His hand was placed dangerously close to your ass, and you knew any second now Tyler would be strutting over to rip you away and take you home.

"So besides stealing every guy's gaze, what do you do?" He asked making you giggle as his lips moved close to your ear so you could hear him over the loud music.

"I'm actu-"

"Babe, there you are! I've been looking all over for you," the familiar voice said behind you, "hey man, thanks for looking after her. I've heard there are some creeps here tonight. I was stuck talking all night and Y/N loves dancing."

The guy let go of you and Tyler's hand was quickly placed very lowly on your back, practically gripping your ass.

"Uh, yeah," he choked out, "um no problem."

Before you could say any more Tyler was guiding you away from the man, his hand firmly placed on your ass.

"I think it's time we get back and let Teddy out. No?"

You smirked up at Tyler and caught his eye, fully knowing you won, "of course, can't keep him holding it in."

"God, you were right," Tyler whispered in your ear, "your ass just looks too fucking good in this dress."

- * -

The cab home was filled with little teases between a polite chat with the driver. From sliding his hand up and under your dress, to you accidentally touching his dick through his pants, the pair of you were desperate to get home.

After finally unlocking the front door, Tyler quickly grabbed under your ass and pulled you up to him. With one hand he shoved your long dress up enough so your legs could wrap around him, the other holding you up. He pushed you up against the now closed door and kissed along your jawline.

"Fuck, I've been waiting for this all night."

You sighed in pleasure as he continued kissing all over your neck and chest.

"Did I make you mad when I let his hand drift a little too close?"

"Yes. Now, do as I sa-"

"Nuh uh Seguin. I won. My rules." You said clicking your tongue in a disapproving manner. "Now carry me into the living room, I need a comfy couch to lay on."

You were going to do everything possible to drag this out and make him whine for you. He did as he was told and gently laid you down on the couch. Him hovering above you made your head spin since you could now easily smell his cologne. He kissed your lips hungrily and before it got too heated you shoved him off and onto the couch beside you.

"My feet are so sore," you groaned, "and this dress is so restricting."

"Let me help bab-"

You cut him off by effortlessly sitting right on his lap and then agonizingly slowly reaching to take your heels off, knowing full well your ass was perfectly placed on his boner. His hands grabbed your waist tightly, and pulled you in, begging for more.

"Y/N," he groaned, "please."

After taking your heels off you stood up and turned to face Tyler, a smirk on your face.

"Be a good boy and sit there. No touching until I say, otherwise you won't be getting anything." Tyler gulped sharply at your words, him growing harder and harder.

You slowly reached for the little zipper that was on the side of your dress, you let a strap slide down one arm and watched as Tyler's eyes sharply watched it fall, and then the other. As soon as they fell the dress dropped to your hips, needing a bit more help falling off your body. His eyes widened at the sight of your bare chest and it gave you even more confidence to continue. You loved the way he stared at you in awe. You turned around and slowly sat on his lap making him moan at the touch, but he listened and didn't move his hands to touch you.

"Good boy," you cooed looking at him over your shoulder as you reached for your dress and pulled it below your hips making sure to stand up enough so your ass was on full display. You couldn't wear much underwear with the dress, so you decided to go commando for the night, and knowing that the only thing keeping you from being exposed to that guy and from everyone else was a piece of cloth made Tyler even more hungry for you.

"Please," Tyler said hungrily, "Y/N, please, let me touch you."

His begging turned you on, and you were so close to giving in.

You stepped out of the dress and kicked it along the wood floor, now fully naked in his lap. You stood up and turned around, placing one hand on his shoulder to brace yourself as you place your knees on either side of Tyler, hovering above his dick. His eyes darted from your naked vagina to your eyes.

"Baby let me touch you," he growled, his eyes dark with lust.

You clicked your tongue again, "Be a good boy and talk nice Tyler. Otherwise, I will make sure you don't get anything."

He whined but you covered most of it with a kiss. You could feel his arms twitch under you, and it made you smirk knowing that he wanted to touch you so badly.

You placed a hand on his chest and then let the other find a button on his shirt so you could begin to take off his dress shirt.

"Maybe I shouldn't let you have anything anyway," you sighed, biting your lip, "I mean, you tried to make me jealous. I was only dancing with the guy to thank him for the drink." Your innocent excuse made Tyler's mind flash to the guy's hand dangerously close to your ass, and that thought made his blood boil. With your gaze fixated on his dress shirt buttons, you were shocked when suddenly he was nipping at the tip of your breast and his hands were gripping your waist, picking you up, and aggressively slamming you against the couch cushions.

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That's part one!!!

[rcksmith]

I want to do bad things with you — Five Hargreeves

Request: “6 from fluff and 4 and 8 from smut list for five hargreeves?”

Fluff Prompts:

6. “I’m going to marry you one day.”

Smut Prompts;

4. “Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.”

8. “I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

I hope it got close to what you wanted. ❤️ This is a heavy smut, I was in a bad mood, sorry jsnsjsnsjsn.

Guys, I really understand who doesn't feel comfortable reading or writing Five's smut. But I always say that I only write with him (any genre: romance, fluff or angst) with the notion that Five is 20 years old here. All of my fanfics mention swearing or sex, even if it is a memory or something shallow, but as I am writing with Five as an adult, it is consistent that the fic has aspects of an adult life.//

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves / Fem! Reader.

Warnings: SMUT, SMUT, bad words and bad smuut.

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Five Hargreeves were many adjectives. Genius, superhero, handsome, dangerous, sinic, arrogant, born leader, among other things. His energy was intense and mysterious, and looking him for too long was like facing the stormy sea: dangerous and risky, but extremely fascinating.

He carried many adjectives on his back, is truth, and domineering was one of them. His life was a constant line of stress, problems and exasperation, Five felt irritated most of the time, so relieving all that stress in sex was... it was fucking good.

Normally, his emotions were always on a tight leash, under iron control. Five was composed, controlled, taking everything rationally. Even in sex, when he vented all his anger, he was conscious. Until you show up.

You were a little, sweet, lyrical little thing and... fuck, you had an angel face that made Five clench his jaw as soon as he laid eyes on you. And then controlling yourself became a much more difficult task. You had a cunning, catlike look, but an face so pure that it hooked Five into the his soul.

He couldn't get involved with you, he repeated that every fucking day. Five could barely look in your direction without wanting to hold your angel face and kiss you with the fury of hell. Five wanted to fold you in front of him, slap your ass until you blush and hear you whimpering his name. He wanted to do all the dark things in his mind to break your doll energy.

Five Hargreeves was many things, but the irony of all was how they swayed when he fell in love with you. It was inevitable. Over the months, while trying to control his thoughts, he found himself admiring your intelligence and sense of humor. He started to notice how you loved sweet tea and had headaches when you had coffee, which is why he started to leave a migraine medicine in the kitchen if you needed to.

With the days, Five now hid his smile when you laughed at something stupid and admired how the world seemed sweeter when you were happy.

And that's when he kissed you. And his whole view changed. When he held your face between his hands and tasted your lips, Five felt like he was touching Egyptian crystal, and then the urge to protect you was born. He didn't want anything or anyone to hurt you, anyway. Five touched you so delicately and made sure that nothing bothered you.

So that's when you two slept together. Fuck, it was so fucking hard for him. Extraordinarily difficult because Five wanted to make you scream and fuck you so hard. It was difficult as hell because he wanted to hit your ass and thigh so hard that he could see the marks tomorrow. And... son of a bitch, even though you moaned and squirmed, you looked like a fucking angel. And the desire to desecrate something so pure became even bigger.

And that was why he avoided touching you during those hours. He kept his hands on the mattress, on the headboard, on the walls or on the pillows, avoided touching you as much as possible. Because Five knew... it was already too hard not to fuck you rough, hard and intense, if he touched you... it would be the end. He didn't even want to kiss you too much, or suck on your skin, because one thing would lead to another and... God, you fucked his mind!

It was after a few months that he realized he loved you. And your relationship will become even more serious.

"I love you so much.” You whispered on his lips one day, with the cold and rain falling outside, and you curled in him up like a pet.

Five nodded, him lips on you forehead, brushing them there as appreciated what that phrase did to him. You two had already said that a few months ago, but you loved to keep repeating it and Five appreciated how right the universe felt when you said that.

“I'm going to marry you one day.” He sighed through your hair, lowering lips to yours before receiving your ecstatic and passionate screams.

But the more love grew in you two, the more hunger, lust and sin grew within Five too. Was like a wild beast, hitting the bars of the cage, almost breaking what kept under control. And controlle herself started to be physically painful. So he tried to put out that blazing fire.

Seeing you naked has become excruciating torture. Five fidgeted uneasily whenever you changed in front of him, took off the towel after a shower. But the worst was when you two had sex. Fucking you, feeling you pulsing, squirming, totally submissive to his whims, made Five have to acquire phenomenal self-control. Although Five exhibited a cold, arrogant and confident personality, everything inside him became a boiling volcano when you appeared.

“Baby…” That was when Five heard you purring, you had just come out of the shower, a short white towel covering your body.

When Five looked at you, and saw you walking towards him, he pulse reached alarming levels. Normally, Five always managed to keep his impulses under control, even though it was an overwhelming endeavor. But not today.

Oh, he was far from being in control. Your doe eyes looked at him docilely and Five felt again the overwhelming appetite to take you so badly.

God, he needed to break you…

You didn't make it easy for Five either. Oblivious to the internal battle within him, you sat on his lap, supporting your legs on either side of his hips, with the towel rising to the top of your thighs and your bare skin sitting on his already pulsating member.

Five snarled softly, hands tightly squeezing the bed sheet, your body pulsing beneath his. He felt hot as if were in the Sahara desert.

“You are so tense.” Your voice was velvety, soft, and you brought your lips to his neck. And that was too much.

“Y/N..” Was a warning.

“Something wrong?” You pulled your face back enough to look at him.

Five shook his head, hands still clutching the sheets. You followed that gesture with your eyes, and started connecting the pieces second by second.

It was no longer today that your felt him controlling himself. Moments he didn't want to touch you at all while he fucked you, like you were a hot iron. Days when he forced a little more force into the way he kissed you and then completely backed down.

“I've been noticing a few things lately...” You commented, the left index finger playing with his uniform “I noticed that you have ... controlled yourself, as if you were holding something.”

And then you looked into his eyes, and what you saw in the green sockets was a lust so fervent that you felt yourself losing breath.

“Y/N...” the voice was still hoarse, a ring signaling his warning as well “I ... I won't be able to talk about this with you.”

“Why not?” You didn't know exactly what the problem was, how deep it went, but you knew something was going on. “I did something? Or are you more stressed? ”

“You did not do anything.” He assured you, and as he saw in your eyes that you would not let the matter pass, because you were determined as hell, Five sighed deeply. “It with me. It has nothing to do with you, I just... I like to do more... rough things. "

You were watching him closely, the direction of the conversation was pleasing to you... It wasn't today that you knew your own tastes, and something brutalized and stronger was exactly what you liked. But Five was always so controlled, so reserved, that you were still looking for an opening to bring it up.

Five must have noticed that your eyes took on a different glow, and he looked at you as if he suspected.

“Why that look?” His little corner smile made you smile too.

“ I didn't know you liked things like that.” Five raised an eyebrow at you, the little smile still on his face. “Is that why you have been controlling yourself?”

Five had to take a deep breath, hands going to your waist under the towel, in a soft, controlled touch. But his hands were stiff, you felt it.

“I do not want to hurt you.” He was succinct “I have more aggressive, brutal desires, and I don't want to take it out on you.”

Oh, you were really enjoying the conversation.

You let out a low chuckle, playing with your index finger on the lapel of his uniform.

“Like ... hit me and stuff?” Then you felt his grip tighten on your waist, his jaw tighten.

Five looked at you with a clear warning that you were walking in rough waters. That it was better for you to stop here. He could barely cope with his own thoughts about it, let alone hear you say those things with that fucking angelic voice of yours.

"What if I wanted to?” Now your eyes were bright with amusement and anticipation.

“You can't tell me these things” His grip got stronger, his eyes more fierce, the energy more irritable “Even more naked in my lap.”

Five might be covered in clothes, but he could feel your hot pussy under him, the soft skin of your thighs around his waist, your breasts a touch away... Damn, it was too much for him!

“I mean it.” You ran your fingers through his hair, resting your hands behind the back of his neck. “I like something hard too, if you are willing to try this on me, I would like us to do it. You are always so focused... I would love to see you more out of control. ”

Five kept his eyes on you, as if he were looking for some hesitation in you. But he found none. Just shared desire.

God help him.

“Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.” He wanted to warn you, he wanted you to know it was a path of no return. Five could destroy you and him wanted you to know that.

“Yes.” You agreed “I want it so much.”

Suddenly, something in the air seemed to change. Everything became rarer, more caustic and crackling. Five's intensity had reached extremely high levels and he looked at you as if you were the prey on a night hunt. Five pulled harder on your towel, freeing your naked body. He gasped, his eyes fixed on you.

“Say red when you want me to stop.”

You were going to say something, but he didn't give you a chance. His hungry lips stuck to yours. It was a controlling kiss, drowning out you surprised moan. Five stood with you on his lap and threw you on your back on the mattress. You gasped, your naked body exposed on his bed, given over to all the profane fantasies he had in mind. Seeing you there, submissive, destroyed all the control he had.

Oh he was going to destroy you.

Five remained standing, pulled your legs over the edge of the bed and opened them aggressively. You let out a heavy breath, the core pulsing. God, seeing that made him rock hard.

Five leaned over your body, pressing his lips in you before moving to your breasts, sucking on aching nipple, squeezing the other in a heavy touch. His hands left you for a second before him straightened up and removed he blazer and sweater from the academy, his nimble hands pulled the tie knot fiercely, tearing the piece of silk from his neck.

“Be quiet for me, dear.” Five put your hands together, tying your fists with the tie and tying the tie to the headboard.

You bit your lip, your body fidgeting for him, the core throbbing. Five had barely touched you and you were already pulsing for him.

“You are so needy.”

Without warning, he was leaning over you, him lips on yours, his hands roaming your body in a rough touch, his mouth pinching your lips. And everything started to get heavy after that point. Five closed his mouth on your neck, leaving a trail of purple hickeys as he brought two fingers to your mouth.

You took them in, sucking without waiting for an order. But his fingers on your mouth seemed to have an even more exciting effect for you. You legs closed, wanting to seek any friction, but Five slapped your left thigh roughly, brutally separating them with his free hand.

“Did I tell you to close your legs?!” You whimpered, and he gave you another slap “Answer!”

“N-no...” You did your best to speak with his fingers in your mouth.

“No what?!” Another slap. Now you could feel the flesh throbbing. You pulled on your fists, trying to control yourself not to close your thighs again.

“N-didn't”

Now his free hand went to your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“It's ‘No, Daddy’!”

“No, Daddy!”

“Good Girl.”

Five withdrew his hand from your mouth, bringing it down and melting it into your pussy. You moaned louder, forcing the tie, shifting your hips. He didn't give you time to breathe before he buried his fingers in you, hitting your walls.

You screeched muffled by his lips on your, as his hand pushed against you frantically, slamming inside you at a brutal pace.

“F-fi...”

Another slap. Stronger, more aggressive.

“What did fucking you say?!”

“Daddy! I mean Daddy! I’m so sorry.”

He accelerated his hand even more, and you started frantically pulling on the tie, trying to get rid of or gain more of that ardor. You were starting to feel close to orgasms when Five pulled away, slapping your bare breast as he rose again. You whimpered in protest, your hips still making some movements in search of some ghost friction.

“Look at you, so desperate and I haven't even fucked you yet.” Five began to unbutton his white shirt, stripping off his clothes and leaving the belt beside you.

You excitement went to extremely high levels when you saw his cock jump out. Pulsating, molasses with pre-cum and dashed with thick veins. Your core throbbed, dripping your liquid while you whimpered.

Five smirked when he noticed where your attention was, and he leaned you, but now bringing the belt with him and placing it around your neck.

God, he was going to fuck you so hard.

Five gave a tug, testing the accuracy, and when you groaned needy, Five appeased his own excitement by sinking his bruised lips into yours.

He stood up again, pulling your legs closer to the edge as he brushed your pussy with the throbbing head of the stick, watching you squirm. It was torture for him too, but the sight of you struggling for contact was a fucking reward.

“Please d-Daddy!” You whimpered, rummaging in despair, wanting more of anything he give you.

“Please, what? ‘Please, daddy, fuck me hard’ or ‘please, daddy, use me’ ?”

You were begging, with tears in the corners of your eyes as he played with you, by sinking the head of the stick inside you. It was driving you crazy. Five held the base of him penis while he sank just another inch into you, then pulled and rubbed your clitoris.

“Fuck me h-hard, Daddy!”

Suddenly, Five entered you brutally to the bottom, leaving you speechless in a loud and silent groan. He pulled you by the belt, not giving you time to get used to the size, he established strong and aggressive blows.

“Do you want hard?! I will give you hard!”

Then Five untied the tie from the headboard, turned you brutally on you stomach and pulled your hips up. He pulled his hand back and unloaded it on your ass, and you screamed, staggering forward. Five pulled you by the hips, dissatisfied with your distance.

“Be good girl for me, dear." It was an order.

You obeyed, crying out loudly when Five pushed the stick inside you aggressively, pulling on your neck with the belt. He held you by the belt and the waist while he fucked you. Hard, fast, without any abandonment.

His hand hit the flesh of your ass from second to second, and you can't help but moan for it. He gave no respite, the sound of his bodies colliding flooded the room, perhaps the entire mansion.

Five has never felt so hardcore in life, so hungry, so lust. He wanted to break you, hurt you, squeeze your flesh so hard that you would be left with marks for months. He groaned, trying to concentrate on mistreating the walls of your pussy, pounding with brutality, harder and cruel.

“D-d-daddy!”

Tears streamed into your eyes as you dug your nails into the pillow hard, unable to contain the moans and the tremor in your thighs. Your belly vibrated, hummed with hyperstimulation, that was paradise and sin at the same time and you felt that you could fall apart at any moment.

Five pulled the belt tight, bringing you up and sticking your back to his chest. He put his free arm around your waist, bringing the thrusts in slow, hard rhythms, making you feel every inch of him.

You hands went to him arm around your waist, the new position reaching the most sensitive places, making your pussy throb. You bit your lip to try to control your moans, because you were afraid they would be too loud.

“Without trapping those sounds for me!” This time the slap came down on your left breast, followed by a deeper thrust, and you begged for excuses while looking for air “Let everyone hear who's making you feel so good! Who does this slutt belong.”

That pushed you further into the abyss. Five sucked on the skin on your neck, pouring out a strong hickey while you could only scream and whimper for him, unable to do anything else. . He entered you deeply, taking whatever inch you had and forcing you to take it deeper.

Five did not allow you to move an inch away, your hips clinging to his, held by his arm, him fucking you hard without you can moving your hips. He could feel you blinking on his dick, making your honey drip down your thighs. His hunger had given no respite, and when he looked at you, and he saw your angel face in an expression of pleasure, pain and dirty with tears, it further fueled Five's hunger.

"That, little slutt!"

You were close, pulsing on his dick, sweat running down your body, your broken moans. Five loved how you were a mess for him, your whole body scarred because of him. He never fell your owner as much as he does now. You begged for something you didn't know what it was, but Five did. And he would give it to you. But he felt your pussy squeeze him, swallowing him in a broken way.

“You can't come until I let you!”

“Da-daddy!” You moaned louder “Please! Please! I need... I need it! ”

“I don’t care how good it feels, you’d better not cum until I tell you to!”

Five came out of you, turning you brutally on the bed once again, removing the belt from your neck. He climbed on top of you, now sticking your body to his, placing his mouth on yours in a gasping kiss. The skin-to-skin sensation was maddening, you were both hot, sweating, and Five squeezed your thigh tightly before slapping it down again. Your wrists were still tied, and you could only press them against his broad chest.

Your thighs were shaking and Five was delighted by this, he traced hickeys all over your breasts, and sank into you again when he sucked on your left sore beak.

Five held you while he fucked you in that position. Strong, cruel and hard. His hands were glued to your flesh, marking your skin with purple from his digits, holding his own moans. And you watched him with your mouth open by the screams and the sight. He was beautiful like that. Wild, his skin all sweaty, his teeth closed on his lip to keep from groaning, his black hair stuck to his forehead.

It was too much torture, too much stimulation, and you were already letting the tears flow while you were begging for something.

“Come to me, my good girl.”

Five didn't have to say it twice. You came intensely, your pussy sucking all of his cock and receiving the hot, thick liquid of his as a reward. You threw your head back in abandonment, feeling him it sink into you deeper, making sure you got all his sperm.

“Such a good girl for me.” Five whispered as he gave you a reward kiss you.

[buckyownsmylife]

Oh, well, imagine - Andy Barber smut

The one where Andy gets tired of living a double life 

Word count: 2K<

Warnings: smut, sugar relationship, infidelity (reader is the other woman), daddy kink, breeding kink, dubcon because Andy does stuff without getting reader’s consent beforehand, unprotected sex.

A/N: this was written for @donutloverxo​‘s #sugary4kchallenge! I took the opportunity to write something in the same universe as my first Andy fic, I write sins not tragedies, but this could be read by itself. Congrats on 4k, sweetheart!

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The sound of the door being slammed startled me, almost making me drop the dishes I’d been washing. My eyebrows furrowed, confused and worried about what was going on. Only Andy had the key to the apartment, so I wasn’t curious as to who it was, just what had him behaving that way. In all the time we’d known each other, I’d never once seen him angry.

Still, when he appeared by the kitchen, it was clear that was the case. His chest heaved with the simple task of breathing, and when his eyes fell on me, they seemed darker. I almost felt scared - I probably would, if I didn’t trust him so much.

“Andy?” I asked, but he immediately shook his head.

“Not what you call me, princess.” Automatically, I stood up straighter, body electrified by the meaning behind his words. I knew what he wanted, even if it was clearly that more than desire. He needed this.

“Daddy.” He nodded once, clearly pleased at my acknowledgment. But there was still so much I needed to understand. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Instead of answering, he just kept staring at me long and hard, making me feel small and naked under his attention.

“Come here.”

My legs obeyed instantly, having been trained long enough to do exactly what he said without having to think about it. “Good girl.” The compliment was like some pavlovian buzzer to my poor cunt. I could feel the fabric of my underwear begin to uncomfortably stick to my lower lips, and I shifted from one leg to the other as I waited for further instructions.

“Daddy needs you tonight,” he finally began explaining, a single finger running under my jaw to make sure I’d keep our eyes connected. “Will you let me do whatever I want to you and this body?”

The perspective excited me, and I didn’t know if I was stupid for it, but I found myself nodding anyway. At the end of the day, I trusted Andy with my life. I knew he wouldn’t push me further than I could take it, and if he ever came close to it, I always had my safeword.

“Yes, Daddy.” He rewarded me with a kiss, but it wasn’t a soft one. His tongue invaded my mouth and before I could even realize what I was doing, I had to find a hold on his shirt, standing on my tippy toes just so I wouldn’t completely tip over.

“Are you excited to help daddy?” He asked, fingers already making quick work of my clothes as I trembled with excitement in his hold. He looked feverish, like he couldn’t hold back anymore, his mouth nipping and sucking and biting every inch of skin he could find.

“Yes, Daddy,” I repeated, forever his subservient servant, knowing that aiding him would bring me to pleasures I’d never known before we’d met. I watched as he licked his lips, taking in my naked body before his, the kitchen a mess of my discarded clothes and abandoned dinner, but instead of taking off his clothes, his hands went directly to his belt.

“Lay back on the floor.” It took me a full second to understand what he was saying, but thankfully he didn’t read it as hesitation. Instead, despite his eager state, he watched as I slowly lowered myself to the cold marble, stopping once I was on my knees to make sure of what he really wanted.

“Lay back,” he repeated, nodding towards me, and despite my confusion, I did as he said, gasping once my naked back met the icy stone. My nipples hardened against the air of the silent apartment and under his gaze, and I gasped when he knelt before me, hands reaching out for my thighs as he pulled me even closer.

“So, so beautiful,” he moaned, and I watched stunned as he lowered himself until he was eye-level with my navel, and I felt more than saw as his tongue stuck out and collected the wetness that was already threatening to drip from me. “And mine, all mine.”

The first time he’d said that, there was a conversation to be held right after we both came back from our highs. I needed to make sure that he remembered what this was, and he laughed when I tried to phrase it as sweetly as possible.

“I know this isn’t conventional,” he’d said, “but as long as it lasts, you’re mine. In and out of this apartment, but especially in this bed.” It didn’t take too long to realize that he was right.

I truly was his. My body responded to him in a way it’d never reacted to anyone else before. And I knew that whenever this little affair of ours came to an end, he would still forever own parts of me I’d never even realized I had before we met.

Andy’s P.O.V.

My mind was becoming hazier by the second. I needed to make sure she understood what was going to happen before I completely lost it. But first, I knew I’d hate myself if I didn’t take advantage of the delicious meal laid bare before me.

“Daddy!” She screamed, fingers curling around my strands as I lapped her up, rubbing my bearded jaw on the apex of her thighs. She was everything. I had never wanted anyone the way that I wanted her. And I knew that I never would again.

It was why I couldn’t lose her.

Connecting our eyes, I pushed two fingers inside of her and immediately curled them as I searched for that sweet spot I’d memorized so many months before, knowing I’d struck gold when she cried out for me again.

“Yeah, baby… I know you like that, sweet girl. So sweet for me, aren’t you?” I knew she wouldn’t be able to answer, and I didn’t mind. I could barely speak myself. The need to have her was just too strong, and so I kept licking her pussy and fucking it with my fingers until I felt her clench around my digits, not even waiting for her to calm down as I immediately raised to my knees and worked on releasing my member from its confines.

“Better get ready, princess… I won’t be able to stop until I’m done with you.” The lust in her hazy eyes was unmistakable, but just as I was about to plunge into her, warm hands found their way inside my shirt, holding my chest to stop me. 

“Andy… the condom…” but I wasn’t having it.

“No,” I announced it, the finality in my voice clear as day as I pushed her arms down against the floor and penetrated her slowly, making sure to watch her jaw going slack as it always did at my first thrust.

When I saw that the initial shock had started to subdue and she was about to argue, I took her lips with mine, devouring her mouth the way I’d done with her pussy just seconds before. “I’m fucking you just like this, and you’re gonna take it.”

She wiggled underneath me, but it seemed more like she was going through the motions of showing that she didn’t want that than actually trying to make me stop.

It didn’t stop me. She would never be able to stop me. Not when I was in this mindset, not when I needed her so much. “I’m tired of wanting you,” I admitted. “I’m tired of wanting you, having you and then going back to wanting you again. I will never have my fill of you, I know that now. I need you.”

Her pussy clenched around me sporadically, her moans escaping her lips as she failed to speak when my hips grew quicker, my thrusts more forceful. “I need you more than sexually. I’m desperate for you, baby.”

And finally, she stopped squirming, her eyes suddenly widening in realization as my voice betrayed all of the emotions I was feeling. “I want to come home to you, Y/N. Only you.”

My confession earned her surrender. I felt her muscles relax underneath me, a sign of her acceptance of my new quest for ownership of her body, and so I could finally release her hands to run mine all over her skin.

“Don’t worry, sweet girl,” I whispered once the tempo became softer, but no less passionate. “I haven’t fucked her since we met.” I could see the shock in her expression, and I knew what she would argue.

“That’s not what I’m worried about.” I shook my head at her silliness, stroking her cheek after I kissed her one more time. I could see my future in her eyes, even if she didn’t allow herself to see hers in mine.

“I want to get you pregnant, Y/N.” And there it was. The truth and my heart, stripped of all pretense, exposed for her to see. And if I feared the rejection, the way her eyes softened before she pulled me to another kiss sealed our fate.

“I love you so fucking much.” And so we made passionate, desperate sex on the kitchen floor. I fucked her so hard, it didn’t take much to have her drooling for me. I drowned all of my worries and sorrows in her sweet pussy, making sure to worship every single inch of her body with my lips and tongue.

“I’m gonna keep you forever, princess,” I promised, heart aching just at the thought of ever losing her. “She won’t ever take you from me. Ever.” At the reminder of the reality of our situation, the fact that she was “the other one”, her body writhed underneath me, her struggle to fight back once again rising, but I wasn’t having any of it.

“Ever, baby,” I promised against her lips, silencing her cries with a deep, sloppy kiss that only ended when I needed to gather some air. “I can’t even think of having to live without you.” 

The rhythm of our hips finding one another kept up, the sounds growing exponentially wetter with each second, with each drop of her arousal that collected on her lower lips, lubricating my member and aiding my goal to fill her up until it lathered the floor beneath us.

“You won my heart,” I confessed, making sure that she’d see the honesty deep in my eyes. “You left me no choice but to fall for you. Now I won’t live without you.” A desperate cry tore from deep within her, rekindling the passion with which I fucked her. Normally I was so sweet to her, so patient. But I knew she liked this as well. She liked to be fucked like a whore, even if she was as far removed from one as possible.

“Call my name, sweet girl.” It was a plea, a desperate need to blur the lines between what our relationship was and what I wanted it to become until they disappeared altogether. “Say you are mine. Say it.”

She was drooling now, and I knew how hard it was for her to find the words I needed her to say as she succumbed to bliss right there, on the kitchen floor, with me. Still, her scream penetrated my hazy mind, adding to the overwhelming tightness that squeezed me, begging for my cum, “I’m yours! I’m yours, Andy.”

The aftermath found us breathless, with flushed chest and flushed cheeks. I don’t think I’d ever seen anything quite as beautiful as the nervous but hopeful look with which she gazed at me. I knew what she needed to hear, and with a kiss on her forehead, I reassured her, “Let’s go to bed, princess. You won’t be sleeping alone tonight.”

And as we cuddled the night away, the unspoken became clear and clear. Not tonight, nor ever again.

[stylesberries]

Right Choice

Summary: Harry has a moustache now and you want to get it sticky.

Genre(s): pure smut

Word Count: 3.0k

Warning(s): swearings, sexual intercourse, sticky moustache.

A three-month quarantine resulted in a long ass list of awful consequences, starting from an economic fall to a rise in unemployment. Living this reality was depressing. It was hard to stay positive when people around were losing their jobs and being separated from their loved ones. You and Harry luckily got to quarantine together, as you were both peacefully cuddling in Los Angeles when it was announced that the borders are closing.

Being together in a closed space for so long took a toll on the relationships of many couples. Every day you heard people here and there getting divorces and breaking up because of the fact that they couldn’t stand each other for so long. Thankfully, as Harry was doing PR before the quarantine and overall gets to spend little to no time with you when he’s working, you were more than happy to be stuck together.

Your relationship had already felt like marriage before, but now you were thrown into a complete married life simulator.

You loved it.

You were waking up to your boyfriend showering you with kisses every day, and deep inside you knew that you have to make sure your skin remembers every touch and every kiss of his for the times when he’s away.

Your days were full of baking cookies, playing Scrabble, having sex in every room of the house, and, of course, trying out new things when it comes to your appearance.

You would keep debating on cutting your bangs at least six times a day, to a point where you had to change your lock screen to a picture of you with awful photoshopped bangs, just to fight off the constant desire to cut your hair.

Harry, on the other hand, left his hair alone for a while and would let you cut his hair from time to time when it would get too out of control, making it hard for him to tame it.

While you were busy watching a tutorial on how to cut hair, only half an hour into the process, Harry was staring into a mirror holding the hair you already cut off up to his upper lip.

“Baby,” Harry called.

Despite the fact that you were standing right next to his chair, all of your attention was on the tutorial, so you didn’t hear him calling out for you.

“Babeee.” He whined this time, desperately trying to get you to pay attention to him.

“Huh? What? Sorry, love, what were you saying?” You pulled yourself from the screen of your phone and looked up to Harry’s reflection in your bathroom mirror.

He was sitting in a chair, which you carried to your bathroom from the kitchen, with your raincoat wrapped around his upper body, to make sure none of the little hairs end up in his shirt, tickling him for the rest of his life. You noticed how he was holding up the short hair pieces you had just cut off up to his face.

“Whatcha think? Should I shave off the sides?”

You knew he was referring to his beard, which you grew to love. Although in the beginning you weren’t used to the feeling of prickly skin on yours when you kissed, with the time you got used to razor burns and started enjoying the feeling of his bearded chin in the crook of your neck whenever you were cuddling. However, you weren’t sure if you enjoyed that or seeing his beard wet of your juices every time he went down on you more.

Letting yourself get a bit too carries away with your fantasies, you looked back into his eyes, processing his question properly this time.

“The sides only? Into a moustache you mean?,” you questioned.

“Yeah. I was thinking that if I’ll be home for a while, why not try anything new with the facial hair, now that I can grow a bit more than a couple of hairs here and there?” Harry smiled at you, trying to analyze your facial expression to figure out what you think about his idea.

You weren’t particularly against it; you’ve just never been too into moustaches. Although you knew your English curly was right - this was just the best time to do this, if he wants to try it and see.

Your hand went to reach his and to grab a couple of hair pieces to bring them up to his upper lip. Placing the hair in a moustache shape you looked down at him, awaiting his judgement.

“Like this, baby?” you asked.

He considered the shape you suggested and let his hand rise to yours over his face. He pulled on the hairs on the two ends of the ‘moustache’ and looked back to his reflection. Harry’s gaze fell upon your face right after, asking for your opinion on his alteration.

“I think it would look cute.” Never before had you though that your boyfriend would have a moustache, as you were never really a fan of how they looked. However, you never really imagine that you would be able to call Mr. Harry Styles himself your boyfriend, and we all know that this man, sitting in front of you, can make anything look good.

“Really? Are y’sure it won’t look weird and all?” he asked feeling a bit conscious over the change.

“Honey, first of all - everything looks amazing on you, okay? And I am completely serious. Secondly, if you hate it, you can always shave it off, right?” You placed your hands on his shoulders, still talking to him while looking into his reflection’s eyes.

Harry blushed at your compliment and reclined back into the chair, pushing his head back to you and puckering his lips, awaiting your kiss. You noticed the green eyes piercing yours from below and his bright pink lips inviting yours. You bent slightly to reach his lips with yours. As you pulled away, Harry got up and covered the sides of his beard with his hands and stared intently in the mirror once again.

“I think you’ll look hot. Not that you don’t already look hot.” You pressed a kiss on his back and sneaked your hands under the raincoat and his shirt, pressing them against his bare chest.

“I’m doing it then?” He hesitated and reached for his shaving cream and razor, looking for a sign of approval from you before applying it.

“I’m all for it, so it’s up to you.” Harry nodded and started applying the shaving cream onto his cheeks.

“Just know that you have to eat me out whenever you’re done here because I’m dripping,” you casually announced, as you pulled your hands from under his shirt to walk out of the bathroom, leaving him standing with shaving cream in his beard. Walking out of the bathroom, you could see his jaw drop through your peripheral vision.

“Fuck, Y/N...” he groaned.

That’s what he gets for being so fucking hot.

Here you were standing in the kitchen, making yourself some tea to pass the time while Harry was busy shaving. You tried to distract yourself from the constant pulsating in your lower stomach by scrolling through Instagram, not really paying attention to the content of the feed.

You were so focused on the mindless scrolling that you didn’t hear the heavy footsteps coming your way from outside the kitchen.

“Y/N,” Harry breathed heavily, as he walked closer to you from the back.

You turned around, finally noticing his presence. Let’s just say - he was a sight to see. The moment you saw his beard newly shaven, except for the area above his lips, making him look like he just came from the 70s, you felt your juices starting to coat your thighs right there and then.

“Fuck,” you thought.

Harry, knowing you inside out, in every meaning of that phrase, could see the lust filling your eyes and your pupils dilating.

“Like it, huh, baby?” He walked right up to your heated self.

Even though your mind was clouded with lust, you could still see his erection, as he was making his way towards you.

“Harry fucking Styles, if you keep teasing me I will ki—.” The end of the sentence ended up in Harry’s mouth, as he pushed his lips against yours full of need.

You could feel the moustache prickle the top of your lip.

You loved every second of it.

Harry pulled himself from you and pushed you up to sit on the counter.

“I’ll be getting t’work now if you don’t mind.” He didn’t even look up at you for approval, getting down on his knees in front of the counter.

Next thing you knew - he was pulling your pants off of your legs.

“Hold onto somethin’, baby.”

You reached for the corner of the cupboard, waiting for Harry to take some action.

With one harsh pull, your pants went flying away from both of you, landing next to the kitchen table.

“Fuck, Y/N, I can smell y’from here. Who made y’so wet, baby? Was it me? Or the moustache, huh?” A loud moan left your mouth to answer his question.

“What do you want me to m’do, love? Where d’you want me?” He started dragging the tip of his nose along your legs, starting from your ankles and going up from there. The thick hairs below his nose pricked the soft skin of your inner thighs and you couldn’t keep yourself from pushing your hands through his half-cut curls and pulling him further into your thighs.

“H, fuck, it feels so good.” You closed your eyes, as you felt him move his head to the other leg, neglecting the place where you craved him the most.

“Answer m’questions.” He calmly spoke into your knee; the movement of his lips made you squirm.

“I-I want you on me.” You felt your blood rush to your cheeks, even though you weren’t at all specific.

“I am on you.” He teased you, as his lips started kissing your ankles.

“Not there...” You whined as he kept himself away from your core.

“Where then, sweetheart? Don’t think I understand.” He looked up at you with his chin pressed against your inner thigh once again, flashing you the most innocent look you’ve seen. You would’ve fallen for it if you didn’t know him so well.

Normally, you would’ve been stubborn and wouldn’t have given in to his teasing, but you were so wet that you couldn’t wait any longer.

“I want you...on my pussy.” You blushed even harder, feeling your ears getting hot.

Harry looked up from your thighs and gave you a smile.

“Anything you say, my dear. See - that wasn’t s’hard.” He smirked up at you, starting to pull on your underwear.

At this point you were long gone, finally getting what you’ve been asking for this whole time. You paid his teasings no mind, as you felt your underwear being slowly pulled down your legs, eventually joining the pants on the floor.

“Ugh, fuck. Look at m’girl. You’re glistening with cum, sweetheart.” He was ready to dive right into his favorite meal of the day, spreading your legs before him.

Unfortunately, instead of going straight to where you wanted him, he left kisses along your lower stomach.

You couldn’t hold yourself any longer and took the matter into your own hands. Quite literally.

You placed your hands back into your tease-of-a-boyfriend’s hair and pushed his head down into your pussy, feeling the tip of his nose brush against your folds.

“Fuck, that’s right, Y/N. Show me how much y’need me. Come on. Use me, honey.”

You didn’t expect him to be so turned on by your action, but the words following were the ones that left you hyperventilating.

“I’ll stay here,” He moved slightly away from your entrance. “And you,” he continued. “You will fuck m’face. Get m’face all wet with your juices.”

Your eyes rolled back as you felt his words echo in your head.

“I need you,” was all you could blurt out.

“Take me then.”

You couldn’t keep yourself from pushing your pussy against his face, nor did you want to.

As you started rapidly and desperately moving your hips against his mouth, nose, and his new moustache, you felt the pleasure you’ve never before experienced.

You could feel Harry was enjoying it as well, if not more than you did if that was possible. He shut his eyes close in pleasure and let you use his face to get off.

You could feel him press his face harder against your opening, each time your hips moved to meet him.

“God, H. You feel so good against my pussy. Fuck it feels so good.” You needed him to know how good he was making you feel, without even having to do much.

You felt him smile into your entrance, and his moustache lightly grazes your clit.

“Oh my God, Harry. Do that again, please.” You tried pushing your hips lower to experience the feeling again.

You were lucky to see Harry contribute to the teamwork without teasing you for once. He lifted his head up to let the thick hairs meet the surface of your sensitive spot.

It hurt. It was too sensitive, and you loved every second of it. You felt a familiar rush and fluttering in your lower stomach.

“Already?” You thought. You had never felt an orgasm coming this fast before.

Harry kept bowing his head onto your pussy, this time adding his tongue. Instead of playing with you a bit as he usually did in the beginning, he went straight to your vagina, pushing the tip of his tongue inside of you, which caught you by surprise. You forgot all the letters and words and couldn’t make a single sound except helpless whimpering, moaning, and calling out for your boyfriend to fuck you harder.

Harry was so focused on getting you to cum that he didn’t make a sound either, except groaning into you from now and then, not being able to hide the fact that he was having the time of his life.

“H-Harry.” You weakly whimpered.

He couldn’t hear you. The sounds of your wetness, his lips smacking as he sucked on your clit between going back and forth fucking you with his tongue and your sweet moans were ringing in his ears.

“Har,” you moaned his name louder, this time catching his attention. He kept fucking you with his tongue while rising his eyes up at you to let you know he was listening.

“I’m gonna cum, don’t stop baby, please don’t stop.” You were begging at this point, letting him know he had to take full control, as you were too out of it to control your body’s movements.

Harry picked up the pace at which his tongue was entering your pussy through your folds. You tried to find anything to hold onto, but the cupboard that you were holding onto before was too smooth, so your hand kept slipping.

You felt the fluttering intensify and your head feeling light. You were so close.

You just needed one last push to get you over the edge.

Harry knew it as well.

He pulled his mouth away from your vagina, quickly replacing it with his fingers before you could start complaining. As he started working his fingers in and out of you, curling them to make sure his finger pads press directly at your sweet spot inside, he got an idea.

Looking up at you with your eyes closed and your mouth agape, so close to your peak, he pressed his mouth a little lower from your clit. This also meant that his moustache found home directly on your clit. Harry didn’t let himself stay still for too long, turning his head from side to side to give you all of the sensations you needed.

“Fuck, Harry, I’m cumming,” was all you could get yourself to say between your screams of his name.

He fucked in and out of you even faster than before, feeling you start to tighten around him, as you did right before you came. Noticing it, he moved his head faster, giving your clit a lick from time to time.

“Harry!” You felt an orgasm hit you. Hard. You felt your body shake in convulsions, as it moved through you. Your senses became even more aware of every touch of his. You felt Harry moan against you. As your mind slowly became more aware of your surroundings, you felt Harry’s fingers slide out of you. Even though your mind was still hazy, you saw him move them up to his mouth to lick them clean.

“Har?” You softly called out for him.

“Here, my beautiful.” He cooed, getting up from his knees, helping you sit up comfortably on the counter, as you were sliding off of it.

“Are you okay, love? Came hard, didn’t you? Feeling alright?” He carefully enveloped you in a hug.

“Mhmmm,” was all you could say, as your mind was still too foggy from the orgasm.

“Oh shit.” Harry cursed under his breath, pulling one of his hands from you.

“What?” You were alert and worried if something bad happened. You followed his eyes down to his pants, confused as ever. Before you saw a wet spot in the front of his pants.

“Came in m’pants.” He blushed a little, feeling embarrassed. He didn’t even have to touch himself.

“But you didn’t even-“

“You’re just s’hot, couldn’t help it.” He explained.

Only now you noticed his moustache. It was completely covered in your juices.

“UGH HARRY COME ON!” You hungrily jumped on him.

The moustache was the right choice.

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[mindninjax]

It’ll Take Some Convincing

Pairing: Zeke x Reader, Levi x Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+) IF YOU'RE A MINOR CLICK THE FUCK OFF RIGHT NOW.

Warnings: Orgasm denial, Hand Jobs, Exhibitionism, Cucking, Voyeurism, Teasing, Zeke, Levi being scrumptious

Word Count: 3.3K

a/n: THERE ARE MANGA SPOILERS IN THIS! IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE SPOILED DO NOT READ THIS YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Ok now for the actual note, guess who's back and sharing Zeke content. Me. It's me. What better way to come back to this hell app than with the trash man himself. ANYWHOO I don't wanna toot my own horn with this one but uhhh @ever-enthralled beta read this for me and it got her to thirst for Levi so like... you know it's gonna be good folks.

Clear blue eyes follow you around the camp, watching your every movement, cultivating your attention as you gather more wood for the fire. Zeke’s slimy tongue slithers over his cracked lips, trying and failing to moisturize them as he thinks of how soft your lips would be against his.

The sway of your hips, the flex of your muscles, the way your ass jiggles when you crouch down to readjust the log for the fire is agonizing. Not because you’re painfully beautiful, which is indeed a fact, but that Zeke can’t get to you, can’t have his hands all over you, that is the tragedy.

The captain watches him squirm with an ever watchful eye. He can’t remember the last time he blinked, but he’ll be damned if he does and this monkey bastard transforms into a Titan and tries to get away. He glares at Zeke, watching the way his feet dig into the dirt, and his wrists and ankles pull against the tight binds, tied by the captain himself to ensure no means of escape. The deep seated hate festers, Erwin’s last command ever present in Levi’s mind, he grinds his teeth as he follows Zeke's gaze to you.

Zeke’s eyes are running over your body, following every curve, watching every bounce; he’s inhaling the faint floral scent that’s always been wrapped around you like a disgusting bloodhound who's found its favorite smell. You’re his prey, but Levi will be damned if he ever lets you get close to him.

When it’s time to serve Zeke water, Levi watches you play rock paper scissors with the other soldiers in the circle and lose before glancing dejectedly over to the disgustingly alluring captive. The other luckier soldiers gather their belongings and head to their tents for the night.

You pick up the water canteen and make your way slowly over to him. Levi watches intently, hand on his swords, ready to strike if need be. He knows he doesn’t need to come to your rescue, you're a capable soldier, one of the strongest ones here in fact.

“Ah, so I’ve been lucky enough to have you bless me with your presence,” Zeke says, smiling as you approach him. You roll your eyes, becoming used to the compliments he showers you with in a pathetic attempt to court you.

“Water,” you reply, bending down next to him.

“So it is. Tell me, do you enjoy the taste of wine?” he inquires, peaking an eyebrow.

“I like to keep my mind and skills sharp in case you try anything funny so no,” you snap.

“Hmm...Perfect,” he replies with a smile.

You roll your eyes again when he looks at you with big wide pleading eyes and puckers his lips toward you. You place the spout of the canteen to his lips and tilt it so he can drink. The water slides down his gullet as he drinks noisily. When you move the spout away from his lips and screw the cap back on, he licks his lips seductively and says, “I always imagine it’s your lips , when it’s time for my water breaks.”

You glare at him, try to stifle your anger at his words, but the slick comment slips from your lips before you’re able to stop it. “I wouldn’t kiss you if my life depended on it,” you spit back to him. “That’s what they all say doll, but I’m sure the devils here on Paradis don’t know anything about eating pussy. I’m sure I could change your mind from that alone,” he says grinning at you and raising his eyebrows. You’re shocked at the lewdness of his words, but it doesn’t deter you enough from snapping back with a more biting comment. “I wouldn’t let you near my pussy if humanity depended on it. Nice try though,” you say, standing and walking away from him. You’re so infuriated you don’t realize you’re about to run into the captain himself. When you look into his eyes, your cheeks grow hot and you think he’s staring at you disapprovingly. “I’m sorry Captain, I know you ordered us not to speak to him unless needed...” “What did he say to you?” The captain asks in a stern voice. You look away embarrassed, not wanting to repeat his disgusting words. “Nothing you’d be interested in hearing sir,” you mutter. “I asked you what he said,” he replies shortly. When you stutter out Zeke’s filthy phrase, Levi turns back to him and glares. Zeke chuckles, drawing conclusions about your conversation. 

He raises his voice, “I’m only telling the truth, Ackerman. You may be skilled in combat, but pleasuring a woman, that's where I have you beat,” he says laughing to himself. 

You shrink away from the conversation, the crush you’ve always had on the captain vibrating in your heart. A quick fantasy of his gorgeous eyes looking up at you while between your legs makes you clench your thighs together.

Levi ponders Zeke’s words, replaying them over and over as he remembers the way Zeke leaned toward you when you crouched next to him. He remembers the way Zeke licked his lips and watched your every movement, the lust drowning in his expression. He’d even caught a glimpse of Zeke’s dick twitching in his pants as you spit your insult back at him and suddenly Levi has an idea.

“Y/n, I want you to do something for me. You don’t have to agree, but I have a proposition for you,” Levi says. Your eyes light up at the chance to be able to fulfill a request for him. He speaks low, out of earshot of Zeke, and explains his plan. When he’s done and you nod in agreement, you depart back to your tent as Levi comes to stand in front of Zeke.

“Don’t ever look in her direction again, monkey or I’ll carve your eyes out,” he says before activating his ODM gear and ascending up into a tree to keep a lookout.

Zeke watches you enter your tent and start to remove your uniform. He can see you slowly unbutton your shirt through the little sliver left in the opening and he’s eternally grateful. He sees you look over your shoulder as you shed the fabric and catch his eye, before you wink and close the opening of the tent, shielding yourself from view.

--

The moon is overhead and Zeke has dozed off. He’s shivering and his head lulls to the side as he breathes softly as puffs of vapor fall from his lips. It’s chilly and he’s only wearing slacks thanks to Levi stripping him of all layers due to suspicion. His eyes shoot open when he hears soft footsteps approaching him in the darkness. He panics slightly, looking up at the dark canopy to see if Levi has finally come to end him.

He’s shocked when he sees it’s you, strutting toward him on your tiptoes in the darkness. You're holding a blanket, and smiling at him.

“Here, it’s a lot colder tonight than it has been,” you say draping the blanket around his shoulders and bending down next to him. He’s shocked at how tender you are with him, a significant shift from your behavior earlier and he’s immediately suspicious. When you reach out to rub your hand through his thick hair, he flinches away from you.

You pull your hand back and give him a pathetic apologetic look. “I’m sorry I have to act that way in front of the captain. But you’ve seen him, he’s terrifying. I wouldn’t dare not follow his orders,” you say poking your bottom lip out and looking up at him through your eyelashes.

Zeke watches as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and reach out to him again. This time he leans into your touch, aching to feel your warm hand against his cold forehead and brush through his locks. When your skin touches his, he sighs and relaxes. His eyes close as you scratch his scalp and smile lovingly at him. The ache he felt in his crotch previously makes its way back and he curses under his breath at not being able to take you right here.

He opens his eyes again when you stop scratching his scalp and his eyes bug out when he sees you pull your sleeping shirt over your head and you’re bare in front of him. Your pert nipples harden as the cold air licks at them and Zeke’s mouth waters. When you step over his legs and sit down to straddle him, he groans. You grind against his throbbing cock, tightening and restrained in his pants and move closer to him. He can feel your warmth even through the thick sleeping garb you're still wearing on your legs.

“I’ve wanted to do this since we arrived in the forest, but I never had the chance too,” you say looking into his eyes. You bite your lip again, blink slowly as your hands run down his hairy chest.  You pinch one of his nipples and he grunts and thrust up into you.

“You little minx,” he says through his teeth. You place a slender finger to his lips and shush him, before slipping it into his mouth. You move closer to him, pressing your bare chest to his and he shivers from your burning touch. He struggles against the ropes, wanting to roam his hands all over you but he settles for the saltiness of your finger.

His tongue swirls around and he sucks it, trying to show you how skilled he is, how he hopes to suck on your clit tonight. As if you’re reading his mind you purr in his ear,  “I’ve been thinking about your tongue all night.”

You feel his cock twitch against your ass again and you wind your hips in a small circle, pressing down on the tent in his pants. He leans away from your finger to kiss between your breast and nibble on your nipples. The hair from his beard scratches you but you sigh and moan when he bites down and licks your nipple.

“Fuck sweetheart untie my hands. I need to feel you,” he moans, moving to try and give you a quick kiss on the lips. You dodge him, smiling playfully before plopping a quick kiss on the tip of his nose.

“Silly Mr. Jaeger. If I untie your arms, the Captain will come for sure. He’s got great instincts you know. I’m sure the only reason he hasn’t come is because you’re doing so well at being quiet,” you say with salacious innocence.

You’re lovely, for an island devil, and Zeke is pretty sure he could save you. The others have to die, but you, surely you could be swayed into knowing that you couldn’t be allowed to make more little beasts. You’ve shown that you can be obedient, that you sympathize with him, and even if you don’t, he’s very confident he can fuck the right idea into your mind. The way you’re hanging on to him now, the way you’re grinding against him, panting like a bitch in heat, he knows you want him.

Your hands snake down his broad chest, running your nails over the tight pecs and abs and stopping at the buckle of his pants. Your lidded eyes gaze into his, blinking slowly again and holding his attention. He bites his lip as your sweet voice rings in his ears.

“Do you want me to touch it, Mr. Jaeger? I really want to touch it.”

“Go ahead doll. You can touch it,” he says sucking in the cool breath between the two of you. Your expert fingers undo the buckle of his belt, plunge down his pants, and release his weeping length. When your fingers wrap around him, firmly grasp the base and squeeze, he throws his head back and groans.

His moan is proud, entitled, loud and you have to slap your hand over his mouth to make sure you don’t get caught. You shush him again, putting a finger to your pretty lips and raising one eyebrow to chastise him. He kisses and licks the hand over his mouth and you move it to run it through his hair again as you spit into your other palm and stroke his cock. It’s long, pretty and surrounded by coarse blonde hair. He sucks in a breath as you tighten your grip and slip your hand up and down his shaft. You mix his precum with the spit in your hand, teasing his tip when your hand reaches the top.

He bites his lip, whimpers and kisses up your chest. He lifts his hips, matches your pace and fucks your hand, craving your warm wet cunt. When he tries to kiss your lips again, you stop pumping him and grab his cheeks, a new expression on your pretty face, scolding, disappointed, mocking .  

“I don’t know that you deserve to kiss me, Mr. Jaeger. You’re so loud when you know we should be quiet,” your voice is still quiet, twinkling with that salacious innocence you’ve expressed but there’s a hint of power behind your words now and you sound dangerous.

Zeke is flustered, his cheeks are dusted red and he’s panting and groaning and pleading for you to move your hand again. He promises to be quieter, to not tell anyone about your encounter, “I promise baby, please .”

“You’ll be quiet?” You say licking at his earlobe and resuming your motion. He groans again, quieter this time but more desperate. He squeezes his eyes shut, and lifts his hips up into your tight fist. When he’s on the brink of orgasm, you stop again and giggle at his anguished cry.

“You didn’t answer me, Mr. Jaeger.”

Zeke knows you’ll be a good asset to his cause now. You’re ruthless, strong, you take what you want and it only makes him want to fuck you into submission, to punish you for teasing him this way, put you in your place and have you next to him when he achieves his goal. When he thinks about how much he can fill you and make you his without the added fear of producing another monster like the rest of the Eldians here, he trembles in horrific pleasure.

“I’ll be quiet, just fucking let me come,” he hisses through his teeth.

You increase your pace, getting Zeke right to the cusp of his orgasm again as he grunts and fucks himself on your hand. He’s breathing hard with wide eyes and biting his lip to hold the loud groan he wants to let out as he rides out his would be orgasm. You run your hand toward the back of his coarse tresses and yank his head up to look you in the eyes as he is about to combust.

He stares into your eyes and what he sees there frightens him. Tears from the constant edging and fear spill from his eyes. He can see the reflection of the moon in your eyes, and very quickly the streak of a small lithe man zipping from a tree overhead.

When Levi approaches and observes the scene, you don’t look worried as you portrayed. You look at him as if you’re searching for approval and Zeke realizes, this is what Levi whispered to you. You stand and walk toward the Captain, bare and proud in front of him. He gives you a small nod, his eyes lingering on your body hungrily.

“Good work, y/n,” he praises and you smile at him. When he turns his attention to Zeke, you pull your shirt over your head but he stops you and pulls you close, eyes never leaving Zeke’s.

“What was that about pleasuring a woman better than me, ape?” he says as he wraps an arm around your waist. The shock on your face lets Zeke know what happens next is not part of the plan.

Levi crashes his lips to yours, holding the back of your head with his long skilled fingers and gripping the base of your hair. The kiss is passionate, cocky but not devoid of attraction. The Captain wants to be kissing you, he wants your body close to his, and he wants to fuck you in front of this monkey bastard, to make him see what he will never have. 

When the two of you break the kiss, you both are breathing hard with lust and he gives you a look that asks if this is what you want. You pull your shirt over your head to answer his silent question and he quickly unbuckles his equipment and straps.

Zeke watches in wordless disbelief as you pull your pants down and expose what he’s been fantasizing about all night. His mouth waters and he growls in frustration as you approach Levi and help him remove his clothes. Zeke yells in anger when the captain’s hands roam over your body, squeezing and rubbing over your soft supple thighs. 

When you both are completely naked and marveling at how amazing you both look to each other, Zeke takes in how perfect both of your bodies are. He’s always admired Levi’s strength but to find out he’s well endowed too, admiration quickly replaces his envy.

You kiss Levi again, softly as if it’s a dream come true. He places a hand on your cheek, pushes your hair from your face and says in your ear, “Turn around,” before he pulls you flush to his body and his fingers snake down to your clit. Your ass rubs against his already hard dick and you gasp at his touch. He pushes down on the small of your back, bending you over against a nearby tree and surveying how wet you already are from his touch.

“Captain, please fuck me,” you whisper desperately in a voice Zeke wishes you used for him .

Zeke pulls desperately at the rope at his hands so hard it makes red marks on his wrists and Levi’s eyes move quickly to him. Levi picks up his sword and points it toward Zeke’s face, one hand still digging into the meat of your ass.

“Do any titan shifting and I’ll carve you up without ever slipping out of her,” he threatens in a deep husky voice. You moan at the same time Zeke whimpers in fear of Levi’s very possible threat. Levi positions his cock at your entrance and says before he enters you slowly,

“You’re going to watch me do the one thing you’ve been wanting to do since you got to this forest, you furry bastard. You’ll hear her say my name, and you’ll know I fucked her better than you ever could, as if I would ever give you the chance to touch her.”

Zeke watches as Levi’s hips snap into yours and you call out his name as he predicted. Your legs quiver from only a few thrusts and Zeke momentarily wonders what Levi’s technique is. Levi curses under his breath, praises you, compliments how well you take his cock and Zeke knows it’s all things he would be saying to you. Things that he will say to you, one day.

If Levi thought he would give up that easy, he was wrong. He’s always been a stubborn bastard, a stubborn patient bastard. He’ll have his chance with you. When both you and Levi cry out in ecstasy and he releases hot sticky cum onto your back, Zeke has calmed down. He watches the captain bring your face up to his to kiss you again before he sits back quietly, planning his and your escape.

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Because I watched it twice last weekend, here’s some little things I noticed and thought about Elvis (2022):

In general I love the style of Baz Luhrmann movies and the transitions, same goes for this movie

Colonel Tom Parker (Tom Hanks) said the phrase “the greatest show on earth” twice, which is a phrase associated with PT Barnum (and it fits in with his whole background as a former carnival worker, plus the way he goes about his business etc.)

I have NO idea what accent Col Parker had in this film but I’m not complaining because Tom Hanks talking like that was entertaining

Do love the tea being spilt about Col Parker’s actual history and nationality (or lack thereof) though 👀☕️

The push in on Tom Hanks where he goes “… he’s WHITE” shouldn’t have made me laugh like I did

They mention Elvis’ twin brother Jessie who died at birth; Elvis having a twin was a fact I didn’t know about until 2014/2015 when I went to an Elvis exhibition in London at the O2 with my mum. I don’t know, I guess I just appreciate the fact the film really did its research on Elvis and his family

Before watching this film, I was confused as to why girls and women in the 50s-70s were literally losing their collective minds whenever Elvis sang/danced, but thanks to Baz Luhrmann and Austin Butler, I fully understand now 😍

“Now, I don't know nothing about music. But I could see in that girl's eyes, he was a taste of forbidden fruit. She could have eaten him alive” - oh, I think that girl was thinking of doing something other than eating him 😂

“My wigglin’ boy” “those wigglin’ hips” 😂

THAT ONE BOY WATCHING ELVIS PRESLEY WITH HIS FAMILY AND HAVING A PROPER FULL ON GAY CRISIS I’M-

“CRIMES OF LUST AND PERVERSION” is a hell of a headline lmfao

Elvis was indeed a total momma’s boy, my mum said he was actually never the same after she died, and that may actually have played a part in how he treated Priscilla after she’d given birth (because he didn’t want to have sex with someone who was a mother???)

Speaking of Priscilla…

The film really glossed over Priscilla being 14 when she met Elvis by just calling her “a pretty teenager” and not ever mentioning her age again (apart from at one point where Elvis mentions how they’ll be in love again when he’s 50 when she’s 40?) 💀

Olivia DeJonge actually really looks like a young Priscilla Presley, ngl

Dacre Montgomery turned up like halfway through and I had to try not to yell “BILLY?!?” in the cinema lmao

Tom Hanks Parker really spends 15 minutes repeatedly telling Elvis he “must sing da here comes Santa Claus song”, including putting on his own puppet show 😭😂

Col Tom Parker puffing away on a cigar for literally 90% of the time he was on screen

When Parker is in the hospital and Elvis walks in, he’s smoking literally the biggest and fattest cigar even though he’s lying down and they’re talking about him having just had a heart attack 😂

When Col Parker is making the deal with the hotel owner and the details are being written on a napkin, at one point a drink spill can be seen and it kind of looked like blood??? Idk, I thought it was a nice detail considering the fact it’s argued Col Parker is somewhat responsible for Elvis’ death and for trapping him in a long contract so he can make money

The fact Elvis saying he wants to go on a world tour is punctuated with a zoom in on Tom Parker with a face like a slapped ass, and then he says about wanting to visit Japan and the camera zooms in AGAIN 😭😂

Col Parker saying the only thing that matters is that Elvis gets up on the stage despite the fact he’s super unwell and clearly needs medical help is actually a real thing that happened, which is sad. That man milked Elvis to death

The scene where Priscilla leaves and Elvis is sobbing is so… just so upsetting :( I don’t blame her frankly, but it’s still sad; it’s sad in the sense that Elvis - one of the biggest stars the entire world has ever seen, the voice of an Angel, this mega star - was reduced to sitting in his mansion alone crying, that he went from a sex symbol to bloated and unwell… in the end he pushed away everyone who wanted to help him, and if he did realise he needed the help at some point then it was too late because he’d driven the people who actually cared for him away

Obviously Col Parker is a huge part of Elvis’ downfall but also so many people in Elvis’ circle were using him and living off of him, and even after he died they still made a profit off of him with stuff like selling their stories of him or whatever. It’s just so upsetting to see.

Yeah, so, Elvis didn’t in fact fire Col Parker in a drugged up emotional breakdown in real life but it makes for good drama so 🤷🏻

Elvis saying he wants to fly right at the beginning like the superheroes in his comic books, “I’m ready to fly”, then at the end he gets on his jet/plane after saying goodbye to Priscilla and Lisa Marie and flies off, then there’s a voice over where he talks about swifts which are birds that fly their entire lives and only land when they die, before it shows you the headlines/voice over/news footage announcing Elvis’ death 😭

ELVIS SINGING UNCHAINED MELODY 😭😭😭 My sister, our mum and I were all sobbing on our first viewing at the actual footage of Elvis singing that performance

Actual footage of Elvis was used - not just at the end with the Unchained Melody performance but when there were split screens, sometimes there was some real footage of Elvis performing as well as of fans screaming

I’m pretty sure there was a short clip of (the real) Elvis and Frank Sinatra singing together near the end when they were showing videos of the real Elvis

The way the lights went out at the end until the single light faded and the credits began to roll reminded me of the ending of Great Gatsby (2013, another Luhrmann film) where it talks about the green light and you see it blinking slowly before fading to black

Despite the fact Tom fucking Hanks is in this movie, all anyone is talking about is Austin Butler, and rightfully so. We all know Tom Hanks is great, but this is Austin Butler’s movie and he’s smashed it

I love that people in the cinema didn’t stand up during Elvis’ In The Ghetto playing during the credits but the second the rap music started, everyone literally left 😂

Maybe it’s just because I grew up on Elvis’ music on a near daily basis (thanks to my Elvis super fan mum!), maybe I just don’t like rap, but the remixing covers of the songs didn’t do it for me. Elvis’ music is amazing as it is, we don’t need rap remixes of it :/ I sort of get what the intention/idea behind it was, it just wasn’t my thing personally

Having said that, I liked Kacey Musgraves’ cover of “Can’t Help Fallin’ In Love With You”. That was beautiful and I loved it

If nothing else, I hope this film inspires younger generations to check out the real Elvis’ music 🤷🏻

I know people are accusing this film of glorifying “Elvis stealing black people’s music” but the film made it INCREDIBLY obvious that Elvis was extremely inspired by black music because he grew up in a black neighbourhood. It’s one of the reasons people were complaining about Elvis in the 50s, because racists attacked rock and roll due to the mingling of black and white people it implied and achieved. Little Richard said, “He was an integrator. Elvis was a blessing. They wouldn't let Black music through. He opened the door for Black music." I’m not black myself, so I won’t go on and on because it’s not my place, but for anyone curious, the film does make it clear Elvis was heavily inspired and shaped by black music.

And then there’s the Priscilla/age gap thing… while yeah, that ten year age gap is kinda really not okay by today’s standard, apparently they didn’t do anything until they were married (she was 21 when they married, so an adult). He was very proper about their courtship and went through her parents first, wanting their blessing/consent, and Priscilla in her book said, “For the last time I begged him to consummate our love. It would have been so easy for him. I was young, vulnerable, desperately in love and he could have taken complete advantage of me. But he quietly said, ‘No. Someday we will, Priscilla, but not now. You’re just too young.’” To be blunt, if he was grooming her for sex, he wouldn’t have turned down her requests for sex. Also, back then, I don’t think society had the same views on age/marriage that they do nowadays, which probably factored into it all. I’m not saying he was a five star husband because the record shows he definitely was not, especially after their daughter was born and he got more and more addicted to drugs. By today’s standards, yes, it’s gross - but in the 50s, it wouldn’t have been viewed that way. (For more discussion, I found this Reddit thread here that might be worth a read)

I just think it’s pointless cancelling a man who’s literally been dead for 45 years, and if we were to cancel every musical artist of that time period who did shit that we no longer view as acceptable, we’d have no music artists left so… yeah.

Anyway, as the daughter of arguably the most hardcore lifelong Elvis fan in Britain, I highly recommend this film! My mum and sister were talking about seeing it a third time, and I definitely will if they do!

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Back at it again with mysterious anon,

Could I request some Niki angst? You've done one where the reader cheats on James to be with Niki so maybe reader cheats on Niki with James 👀

Muted [Niki Lauda x Reader]

Word count: 2k

Warnings: angst

A/N: This one makes no sense, I just wanted to break my own heart. Little narration, a lot of feelings.

Niki wished to be able to tear his ears off when he heard James sweet talk to you after a pre-season testing. He whispered sweet nothings to you, telling you how he would sweep you off your feet, bring you away to his house in England.

Then things got heated, he started mentioning how he wished to do you this and that. He didn't need to be specific with his words, Niki could easily understand the situation by how y didn't even flinch or tried to deny yourself.

He knew you, he knew you too well.

With him you have always been protective, jealous, proud of your relationship and there was only one way he could imagine you giving in.

You already gave up. He already lost you before that very moment, you slipped through his fingers like water through wood, following every curve and every wrinkle, weakening it from the outside until you got to the inside, opening it up, exposing it.

His jaw clenched, he pulled his cap over his eyes as he marched away.

There was no time to regret, no time to think twice, he had only one thing to do.

Throw the soaked wood away.

You were speechless the moment you came home to find your stuff already dislocated outside the door, your keys completely useless in the brand new locker.

Very Niki: efficient, resolute and without looking back.

You knocked at the door, you waited but there was no answer.

Your eyes darted down onto the simple and effective doormat you brought, or was it already there when you moved in? As you wondered why it had to end like this, you didn't even act surprised, you knew perfectly what you did and you took full responsibility over your actions.

You were no saint in this situation and maybe it was bold of you to just expect confrontation from Niki.

You considered to just leave, even if pained you to go like that, but you were temporary bruiselessp, you knew actions weren’t the most painful weapon in Niki’s arsenal, it was his cut throat way of speaking and in particular when it came to you.

Before you could have the time to realise that it wasn’t a punishment but a chance the door opened. Wild curls and beaming eyes, simple home clothing and steady hands.

He was everything you ever wanted and all you could never achieve.

“Niki” you murmured as you looked at him “Listen”

He looked at you eyebrows up “Oh, no I think I heard enough today between you and Hunt”

“No, no, now you’ll listen”

You paced inside the house quickly to stand in front of him, a visible frown over

your features.

Don’t do it, you ket telling yourself, just leave, just go, don’t confront him, you can’t win.

He was right, you cheated but it was’t pure lust, it wasn’t like you enjoyed to hurt him and hadn’t felt a single beat of guilt, you just wanted him to know that.

“Tell me the truth, were you even serious with me?”

You asked him and the question made him cringe.

“Like what? The doubt made you wish to make sure you will always have a bed to sleep into? We lived together, sounds pretty serious to me, evident if you apply a bit of brain power in it”

You frowned as he was hurt and he was attacking you but he saw you wanted to talk and he smirked shaking his head “What are you doing? Finding a way to put the blame on me?”

“I just want to talk Niki” you groaned but he rolled his eyes

“No, you just want to tell me why you did it”

He was stone cold, maybe you hoped he’d react somehow, maybe a bit, maybe just a bit. And now he was just humiliating you even more. No matter the pain of being cheated on, he wouldn’t let you win that either.

In that moment you realised that your gut feeling was right, you should have just disappeared.

“Go on, how bad can I have been to make you decide it was better to fuck James Hunt?”

“You never cared about me”

It was dry as an answer, you hated yourself forn ot being able to express all you went through now that it was the time, his eyebrows shot up in disbelief and a bit of

sassiness. He was mocking you.

“Didn’t I?”

“No, not when you’re constantly dismissing me, telling me anything I say it is stupid or judging anything I do from your superior being. Anything I did was poorly done, or not the right moment or just not enough for you”

“You’re not stupid, but clearly you need to see everything through your heart shaped eyeglasses, right? You need confirms and words and speeches and big excitement. Well, go play the princess somewhere else, what I offered you will be the only true relationship you’ll ever have, and you know it. I never lied to you, I never cheated on you, I tried to better somebody that liked to stay as she is, that’s my only fault”

“I didn’t want to be somebody else, I just wanted you to care about something, anything that was not your job”

“So fucking around was a better choice to keep your ego up”

“No, but at least somebody would gave a fuck about me”

You snapped back immediately to him, you couldn’t remember the last time

you and Niki had sex, maybe a little shag in the middle of the night but it

felt more like trying to get rid of the tension to fall asleep.

He rolled his eyes like little he cared, his hands opening like you just stated what you had to do:get the fuck out.

That always hurt you: the fact that whenever he seemed driven to you, he would pull you into amazing kisses and heated love sessions but always at his time, his desires. If you ever leaned to kiss his neck or reach for him when he was busy or doing something more important, which was most of the times, he would shrug you off, literally closing the space between his neck and shoulder, stretching his back to get you away.

Not now.

Stop it.

Don't be like this.

You really aren’t good at picking timings, are you?

Those words hunted you day by day, you felt like he didn't need you, like anything you did was wrong, flawed, helplessly meant to annoy him one way or another.

You always seemed to organise dates in the wrong days, to wish to stay lazy at home on the wrong day, to pick the wrong moment, the wrong occasion, the wrong words, the wrong topic.

There were times you even woke up with him, you would sit at the breakfast table with him, not knowing if to engage a conversation or just trying to show him your support. You just wanted to see him even if you didn’t know if he would stay outside for the night or leave for some business meeting or whatnot.

But it was never worth it, it was never enough.

Every time you engaged him for confirms or any kind of formal commitment you always were out of place, out of time.

Your touches denied, no sweet words for your ears. You felt like a shadow beside him, you weren't there for the good and neither fo the bad. You weren't into his thoughts and not even into his hopes.

You grew detached from him, angry, you wished to hurt him even though every time you found yourself staring in his eyes you felt bubbles in your stomach and an happy feeling. A voice in your chest telling you how much you cared, how dear he was to you.

And yet , no fondness was reserved to you, no tender touches or gentle words.

It was just the bare minimum of a relationship.

So it felt natural, terribly natural that when somebody, it was James but you know anyone could have worked it out, gave you the backhand of attention you felt loved and blessed. Did your heart flutter when you saw him? Probably not, but he held your hand, he wanted to spend time with you, he stayed in bed after sex with you, he held you and not just dealt with you. You didn’t feel dumb every second of your day with him.

Because that's how Niki made you feel.

Like you were a burden and you'd gladly relieve him now from that, even if you never wished for it to happen this way.

Not reducing it all to the unstoppable drive of sex, your pain was discarded, once more.

You probably deserved it, you got it in the moment you admitted your weakness to him, the moment you slipped into some other man’s bed instead of facing him.

Or maybe, admit it, maybe you just hoped that he would lose control.

Just once, just one time he would have to put the rest aside and focus only on you.

"Now that you wasted some more of my time" he held the door open and waited.

You felt anger and sadness mixed up, the realisation that even now you couldn't win against him.

You'd never get your point across, you will just be the cheater and he would be right.

The loud slam followed your exit as your eyes dropped onto the couple of luggages belonging to you, all your stuff. You never realised it was so little.

You didn't feel like seeing James, let out friends and family that will give you random hypocritical phrases to cheer you up.

Maybe you'll go to an hotel, maybe you'll just leave.

You wished to change your name, change yourself.

The instinctive thought that crossed your mind made you gag, because for a moment, just a random malicious moment, you imagined how beautiful it could be to start from the beginning with Niki.

And maybe you won't do the same mistakes, maybe you'd be better.

James told you many times that you didn't have a reason to feel less than Niki, but the truth was that after hearing to be wrong, do wrong and act wrong, you begun to believe it.

And as you dragged your stuff t the car and drove off you begun wondering what life could be without Niki and while watching you and your little suitcases he wondered why you have such a small amount of things. He wondered if you have always looked so frail, he wondered if there will ever be an after you.

Or maybe, all hope was leaving with you, you were his Pandora’s box, a box full of all the feelings he prohibited himself to distract him and the hope was leaving with you, hidden tightly in the perfect cage of your chest.

Far from him, safer.

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Ship: Haechan x Reader Word Count: 2k Tags: Smut, Explicit, Oral (M receiving), Masturbation, Dirty Talking

An excerpt from When It Gets Risky: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31129871/chapters/76918949

Excerpts Masterlist

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Donghyuck and you had been sexting. And seeing the guy at school the next day was, to say the least, a very amusing experience for you.

He was just as great at acting like nothing had happened as you were, and you had expected that. But you could feel him staring at you on multiple occasions, even checking you out at times. And every time your eyes met, you looked away and smiled to yourself. And every time you had to talk to him about something, you would look him right in the eye with the most innocent pair of eyes you could manage. You were sure it drove him crazy.

And you were proved right as soon as it was time for the lunch break.

Lee Donghyuck Meet me in the library. Now.

You smiled at your phone before getting up from your seat and complying.

You dropped him a text when you reached the library, before turning the knob on the door and pushing it open, slowly, trying to figure out if you got the location right for sure.

But before you managed that much, the door got pulled open from the other side. Your eyes widened a little at the sudden force, but the surprised expression soon turned into a smug one when you saw Donghyuck, looking almost mad, and really sexy.

It didn’t last long though, as Donghyuck grabbed your hand and pulled you inside, closing the door behind you, and not even giving you enough time to gasp before slamming you against it, and his lips against yours.

His kissed you with unparalleled, almost painful heat. It almost made you dizzy how wonderful his lips felt against yours. He was really skillful. The boy managed to find perfect harmony even in a moment of sheer desperation.

Your hands went around and met behind his neck in an attempt to pull him closer, if it was even possible. And he had his placed firmly on your waist.

He lightly bit your lower lip and sucked on it, testing your reaction, pleased at the gasp it drew from your lips, which you could deduce from him slightly smirking against your lips before moving closer, deepening the kiss.

You loved the boldness. And boy was he a great kisser.

You wanted more.

Just as he was starting to move down to leave kisses and marks on your neck, you slowly raised one of your thighs a little, attempting to create a slight friction against the growing bulge in his pants and your unclothed skin.

He gasped as he pulled away a little, and grabbed your thighs, letting you bathe in much pride at his reaction. With your bodies undulated in that one moment, you could tell how turned on he was.

He was breathing heavily, lips red, glistening and swollen. But you guessed that made the two of you. You noticed he had pretty lips. A pretty face overall. Perfectly in contrast with the most lustful pair of eyes you’d ever had staring you down.

Ah yes, this was exactly what you’d wanted.

“Such a fucking troublemaker.”

You smiled. “I must be, you look really troubled right now.” You said and reached up to give him a soft kiss on the lips.

He looked at you for a slight instance, and then lifted you up against the door the next, throwing your legs around his waist and resting his hands firmly under your thighs for support.

You gasped and grabbed his shoulders hastily. It’d caught you off guard. It was so hot, it’d rendered you speechless. All you could do was sigh at the feeling of his fingers gently caressing the bare skin of your thighs, never letting the feeling of butterflies in your stomach fade away.

“Now we’re talking.” He smirked, your reaction feeding his ego perfectly well. He leaned in against your ear. “I couldn’t think of anything but fucking you all day today. Do you know how much of a pain in the neck that is?”

You almost shuddered at the feeling of his breath fanning your skin.

He scoffed. “And you had the audacity to act all innocent, makes me wanna fuckin’ ruin you.”

You felt a massive rush of adrenaline through your veins all throughout your body. You’d never been more thrilled in your life. Maybe you did want him to ruin you.

“Now where were we?” He said as he moved your hair out of the way and dived right into your neck again, almost throwing you over the edge.

His lips felt absolutely heavenly against your neck. You were gripping onto his hair for dear life and had been finding it increasingly difficult to stifle your moans with each passing second, when almost as if he’d taken it as a challenge to get you to make a sound, he decided to latch his mouth onto a particularly sensitive spot and suck on it, letting him draw a moan out of you.

You felt his nails dig deep into your skin. “Fuck,” he whispered against your neck. “You even sound hot– Fuck.”

You struggled to form coherent phrases with the painful, ecstatic sensation, combined with the constant attack your neck was under at the time. “Hyuck, I–” Hearing his name made him breathe out against an already vulnerable spot, making your breath hitch. “Fuck!”

You slapped the back of your hand against your mouth to suppress your voice, making his ego soar even higher. Encouraged, he went on to leave a number of hickeys that you were definitely gonna end up having to cover up for at least a couple weeks.

“Hyuck, you’re so good at this– What the fuck!” You managed to say in the midst of the struggle.

He pulled away after one last dragged out kiss, and stared at the red spots he’d left. And then up at you, finally getting to catch your breath. He found you so hot.

You almost collapsed on his shoulder when he did pull away. And felt his breath hitch at the deep breaths fanning his collarbones.

And his reaction piqued your interest yet again.

He pushed you further against the door, grinding his hard, probably painfully hard, bulge against your clothed core. Your body shuddered at the contact yet again. You could see he was desperate for a release.

“Hey,” you leaned in and whispered against his neck, in the middle of leaving a lot of soft little pecks, and a couple of hickeys. “Let me take care of that for you, yeah?”

Donghyuck looked at your every move as he let go of your thighs and helped you back on your feet. He didn’t miss the way you looked up at him through your lashes as you slid down against the door.

You unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers. You could feel him twitch even at the slightest contact. You could only imagine how painful the clothes restraining his length must’ve been.

You slid the trousers and the boxers down in one swift motion causing his member to spring up, tall and proud.

You glanced at him ones, and on finding him looking at you with eyes hooded with lust, wasted no time taking his member in your hand and giving it a few light strokes.

Donghyuck had to almost slam his hand on the door in haste so as to retain his balance. It was all the encouragement you needed.

You licked up his shaft before taking him in your mouth. You initially swirled your tongue around the head, letting him get a good view of how your lips looked wrapped around his length, and hollowed out your cheeks to create the kind of suction you knew drove guys crazy. Then you slowly let the tip of his length hit the back of your throat, and your hand handle the length you couldn’t fit inside, before starting to pump him, putting pressure and sucking repeatedly every time you moved up his shaft.

“Fuck…!” You knew he was having a hard time not fucking your mouth, only managing to because you were good enough without it. His little moans and the hitching of his breath were the hottest sounds you’d heard in forever.

“Mm-hmm?” You asked for affirmation, without taking him out.

He shuddered. You looked up at him with innocent eyes, and he hated how much that riled him up. “Touch yourself.”

It caught you off guard. His voice sounded too authoritative, provided his circumstance at the time. It was hot. And who were you to not comply?

So you did. You dipped your unoccupied hand under your skirt, rubbing your clothed folds lightly. You realized then how bad this whole fiasco had you dripping. And the realization made you squirm.

You made sure not to get too carried away, for you couldn’t lose your rhythm. But even with that much being taken care of, playing with yourself made you feel like you were gonna see the stars anytime then.

As your moans, that were otherwise getting stifled, got louder, the vibrations Donghyuck felt against his length got increasingly harder for him to handle. You could feel him getting close.

“Fuck–” He managed to exclaim in whispers as he threw his head back. And with one last pump, he bucked his hips and came undone inside your mouth.

He looked and sounded so fucking sexy, you were sure you’d end up retaining a videographic memory of the guy in orgasmic bliss. And you didn’t mind at all.

You waited for him to ride out his orgasm before taking him out and standing back up. You’d made sure to swallow everything right up so as to not make a mess. And you realized he must’ve noticed it when his eyes darted down to your lips for a fraction of a second.

He lightly threw his head back one more time and took a deep breath before letting himself fall forward onto your shoulder, one of his hands still resting on the door, and the other having found its way onto your waist.

“That was the best fucking orgasm I’ve had in my entire life.”

You smiled. It wasn’t the first time someone had told you that after you’d sucked them off. “I’m glad.”

He nuzzled your neck, planting a couple of kisses around your collarbones. You loved the way it felt. But stopped him anyways.

“Let’s get out of here for now.”

Donghyuck looked at you puzzled. “What? But– I didn’t make you come yet?”

“Yeah, but we can always do that some other day.” You said, and studied his reaction. “Right?”

His curious expression soon turned into a small smile. He grabbed your waist and leaned in, and whispered against your lips. “We can do that every single day, baby girl.”

You smiled, resting your hands on his chest. “Good, because I’m honestly satisfied enough for now. But that by no means implies that I’ll be done with you anytime soon.” You said in between Donghyuck peppering your skin with kisses. “I need to know if you’re as good as you look like you’d be.” He smirked at the latter remark.

“You didn’t come, yet you’re satisfied?”

“You underestimate how hot you were.”

Donghyuck scoffed at your cockiness. “Well, all I’ll say is, thanks a lot for this, then. You were beyond amazing.” He said and kissed your forehead following a light peck on the lips. You found it really sweet how affectionate he was. “And next time, I promise I’m not letting you go before I make you come at least thrice.”

You raised an eyebrow, smiling. “That’s ambitious.”

“Trust me,” he said, planting another kiss right under your ear, “It’ll be the best experience of your life.”

You chuckled. You sure hoped it’d be.

“Let’s get out.” Donghyuck said, letting go of you to get a hold of the doorknob.

You placed your hand firmly on top of his before he could turn it. “Hyuck, uh–”

He breathed out. “Now I’m gonna have a whiplash every time you call me that.”

You facepalmed. “Listen!” You poked his forehead. And he feigned pain, earning a shake of head from you. “Don’t tell the others about this, please? I don’t want things to get awkward.”

“Yeah, okay, I won’t.”

You nodded. “Thanks.”

He tucked your hair behind your ear and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. “Come, let’s go.”

You smiled at the sweet gesture and followed him outside.

"One down, two to go." You remarked to yourself with a small smile.

_________

Read the entire fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31129871/chapters/76918949

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[cherrywoes]

liar's dice. (gojo x f!reader)

title: liar's dice.

pairing: gojo x f!reader

rating: nsfw (18+)

a/n: nie! i did my best! i hope you like it! <3 i struggled a bit but i think it turned out okay. :) @sixeyesgojo

GOJO NEVER STAYED—not like he was now, indulgently tracing tiny little circles over your abdomen. Circles that turned into letters that turned into numbers that turned into words that turned into phrases; ones you couldn’t read, because he was perceptive, and ones you could only guess at the meaning of. He was tender, soft, casual where he normally wasn’t; bruises littered your throat and body as proof, rough imprints of his fingers into your soft skin, livid and visible, deep from the force. Not even your legs had escaped his destruction, teeth marks and the crescent indents of fingernails in your calves, your knees carpet burned to hell, and your scalp aching pleasantly from where he had wrapped those long fingers in the hair at the base of your neck and pulled, the agony oh so pleasant. He never paused to give you a tender embrace, like he was now, nor did he ever stop to lie with you and bask in the afterglow that you usually experienced alone. You didn’t think he knew the gentleness he was showing you, not with the way your jaw still ached and your core throbbed to the point of unpleasantness.

“What’s changed?” you asked him quietly, voice hoarse and cracking from overuse. You didn’t dare turn your head to look at him, wary to catch those gorgeous blue eyes filled with emotion—or anything at all that wasn’t pure lust. You weren’t sure if you could handle that. “Why are you staying?”

His fingers followed a sinuous path over your hip bone. “Is it bad of me to want to stay with you, [Name]?”

Not [Name]-chan, [Name]-san, or even [Surname]—just… [Name]. It sounded so strange, so wonderfully odd coming out of his mouth without an honorific. You twisted in his grip, sitting up, the sheet you’d thrown over yourself falling to your hips. Gojo’s fingers fell to your thigh, questing, and squeezed your knee in inquiry; once, twice, thrice, a queue he hadn’t used since you’d first started hooking up with him. A queue to feel you out, gauge your emotions when you couldn’t speak.

Cautiously, you reached down and covered his hand with yours, lips twisting, working out the right way to tell him that you didn’t trust this.

“Yes.” Your [color] eyes, red and swollen from tears of ecstasy and overstimulation, darted to him, something fierce and angry within. “Yes, it is bad—because you never stay, Gojo. You always leave and it’s cruel of you to stay, knowing that you’ll leave anyway for someone else—that I can never be good enough for you, not completely, because you go to others! And yes, I know it’s shitty of me to back out on an agreement I proposed, but I—if you do this, I can’t deal with it anymore. I just can’t. Lingering, staying, making me think you might have a smidge of something in that heart of yours for me, and just crushing me when I realize you never felt anything at all. That I’m a convenience when you want to get your dick wet.”

Tears, hot and stinging, welled up in your eyes unbidden and you brushed them away with a harsh stroke of your hand. Your mouth quivered and a knot formed in your throat; your lungs constricted; your chest felt heavy. You wanted to take an inhale, but you knew it would only produce a choked up sob, so you smothered it as far down as it would go, pressing your lips together so hard between your teeth that you knew they had to be bleeding.

“Oh.”

You scoffed, feeling a bead of blood dribble down your chin when your lips parted. “‘Oh’ is right.”

Unable to bear his touch, the firm hand on your knee, you swung your legs over the edge of your bed and ripped the sheet off of your body. You trembled, but you didn’t fall, the muscles in your legs reliable after a moment’s rest. Not waiting to see if he reached out to you, you slung on a vintage silk robe you’d picked up at an estate sale, tying it into a hasty knot around your waist. You didn’t want him seeing you naked again, so vulnerable after that confession, even though he had seen you nude beneath him just half an hour ago, writhing in the throes of your orgasm. You felt that if he said the words to break your heart, you might just shatter to his feet.

Your balcony had a perfect view of the city, and you used it to your advantage, picking out the silhouettes of those still awake even in the early hours, walking past the windows, either on the phone or cleaning. You tried and failed to swallow the knot in your throat as sheets rustled behind you and Gojo stepped behind you, never touching but hovering, his very aura an oppressive presence crawling over your skin. You were tempted to press yourself against the tempered glass to get away from it.

“I can’t lose you, [Name].” His fingers touched the back of your elbow gently, testing. When you didn’t pull away like he expected, he carefully slid his palms up to your shoulders, following the subtle curve of your collarbone. You closed your eyes, squeezed them tight, as his fingers moved over your pulse and rested there. “I realized it a few days ago, because in every girl I slept with, I looked for you in them. It also probably didn’t help I said your name instead of theirs, but… Besides the point! I’m not leaving you, [Name]. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“Right.” You gently wormed out of his grip and stepped around him. The truth of the matter was, you didn’t believe him—not one bit. Not with how he was. To be so flippant, so ridiculous about something so serious to you… It was like him. But you didn’t appreciate it. You padded towards the kitchen, reaching for the doorknob to escape the confined space you both stood in. You twisted, hearing the click of the lock. “Whatever you say, Gojo—”

You were ripped away from the doorknob so quickly you had whiplash. Your mind spun as you were pressed against a wall opposite your bed, quite harshly, the back of your neck and shoulderblades digging into hardened plaster. Gojo placed a hand beside your head, the other palm pressed flat against your stomach, pinning you to the wall with nowhere to go. You knew what he was capable of; you had even witnessed in on one occasion when you were stupid enough to get too close to a curse.

“I’m not lying.” His breath crested over your face and throat, a warm wave as he exhaled. “[Name]... You have to believe me.”

“I believe you.” Your eyes narrowed dangerously. You were tempted to punch him, kick him, something to get him to stop pinning you down like this. “The fact is I don’t trust you, Gojo. You’ve given me no proof—”

A kiss, harsh and splitting your lips more than they had been, blood smearing across your mouth, silenced the growing argument brewing in your lungs. You felt him swipe his tongue over the laceration when he tasted blood, pulling his head back and regarding you with pleading eyes.

“You’ve never given me a chance to try,” he whispered, reaching over and wiping a bead of blood from your bottom lip. You allowed him to do so, resisting the urge to bite down and sink your teeth into his skin for causing you so much heartache. He’d probably enjoy it, knowing him as you did. “Let me try.”

He was unraveling your robe tie before you could say no, pushing the silk off of your shoulders. It slipped down your arms and body and puddled at your feet, leaving you feeling raw, exposed, and vulnerable in a way you had never felt before. He had cut a lamp on somehow, exposing the flaws of your body and skin to him even more prominently, even the wicked bruises and bites he had left on you—you immediately went to sweep the robe back into your arms, but he stopped you, knocking your arm away.

“Stop fighting it,” Gojo advised, slowly settling down to his knees. You watched the muscles in his legs and abdomen twitch and quiver, balancing his weight out, and the peculiar way he almost seemed reverent as he knelt at your feet, palm sliding up from your belly to grip your chin, forcing you to look down at him like an indolent god. “Let. Me. Try.”

The words shriveled up and died in your throat as he lifted your leg over his shoulder, pushing the rest of your weight against the wall, and pressed his lips to your thigh, feeling out the pulse there with his mouth. You flushed fresh with heat, new coils winding around in your abdomen despite your anger, and watched as he trailed his lips up your leg towards the apex of your thighs, never breaking eye contact with you.

He waited for you to stop him, breath cresting over your swollen lips, but you never did.

Your hands came down into his hair, already mused and messy, as his tongue slid across abused flesh. Slow and with no immediate goal in mind, he enclosed his mouth over the slick folds already growing wet for him, and gave gentle nips and licks to already sensitive and overused flesh. Each time he passed over a tiny bruise, your breath hitched, and he moved on, fingers pushing up and spreading you apart for his pleasure. You felt a well of embarrassment come up as he admired you in the light of the tiny lamp by your bed, but before you could manage a biting quip, he was pushing his tongue between his fingers and sucking your clit into his mouth. Tired and wrung out, you could barely produce more than a breathy moan, but for Gojo, that was perfect—he moved his fingers in perfect strokes to accommodate the harsh attention he gave your clit, feeling the muscles inside your pussy clench around air as you grew closer and closer to your peak. He could pick up on the little halts in your breath, the way you tensed and froze up, hips pushing against his face, and before you could release on his tongue, he parted from you, a string of spit and your wetness webbing between you.

“Gojo,” you hissed, watching him rise from his knees and hook a hand behind your head, supporting your neck. He was always like this, teasing you; but something felt different, something had… changed. “Why’d you do that?”

“I wanted to.” He pressed a kiss to your mouth and you were helpless but to return it, tasting yourself on his tongue. “Legs up, [Name].”

[Name] again—no variation. You were a lost cause, complying easily, sliding your legs up and around his hips. His length pressed against you, hard and leaking already, as he pushed you further into the wall until he was flush against you, staring into your eyes as if he could drown in them.

“Gojo,” you whispered, partly a whine, tightening your legs and simultaneously grinding your pussy against the length of his shaft, hot white heat jumping up your belly at the sensation. “Please…”

He reached down and, in one smooth motion, entered you at your plea. You moaned at the stretch, fingers digging into his shoulders, and he was torturous as he set a slow pace, intentionally hitting every spot you could think of with each stroke; you could feel another orgasm building behind your navel, faster than you had ever had before, and you wanted to close your eyes, but found yourself mesmerised by his instead, the blue jewels riveted upon your face in fascinated observation.

You realized, belatedly, that you could actually see how he looked at you in the dark because the lights were on. And he could see you, in full form—and somehow, not even your orgasm could rip the intense focus between you apart, though you tried, your exhaustion catching up with you.

“You’re not leaving,” you affirmed, barely a whisper.

“I’m not,” he affirmed.

And so, from then on—he stayed. Just like he promised.

[voltagesmutter]

Lucifer - A, C, D, I, M, O, Y. Avatar of Pride.

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

Surprisingly sweet after sex, ensures your okay and that nothing was uncomfortable for you. Helps to dress you and presses tender kisses to your swollen lips. He cares so deeply for you and shows it with his gentle actions, even though only moments ago he was ploughing you into the floor.

He can get scared sometimes that when he’s in demon form he’ll lose control and hurt you, seeing the angry red marks of his claws upon your skin, he’ll kiss them and promise to talk to Solomon about a spell to help them heal. Regardless how rough or lost in the moment he gets, his main concern is always you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Always inside you, as if he’s scenting you (which he is, got to keep them pesky brothers away).

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

He finds it hard to control himself when you get bratty with him, challenging his authority especially in-front of his brothers. 

“Did you enjoy your little stunt?” A sharp blow, a wide palm covered by a leather hide, comes down up upon your ass.

“L-Luci!”.

“Answer me,” His tone was dark, a hint of lust riddled in his words.

“No, I’m sorry,” You whined, wincing when another smack came down, this time harder and followed by a disapproving tut. 

“Isn’t it funny how in front of my brothers you were so keen to undermine me, what was it you called me?” He pretends to think, the anticipation high in the air, “Oh that's right, ‘Old Strict Balls’”. The feeling of his hand against you once more, unable to hold back the moan as the sharp sting melted into pleasure. 

“I’ll show you just how strict I can be,” His voice hot against your ear as he leans over you, a hand fisting into your hair pulling you up off his desk you were bent over. The desire thick in his eyes as he turned you around, eye’s glowing with red and need as he licked his lips hungrily at you. The arousal between your legs ruining the underwear you were wearing, you’d played this dance together many a-times.

“Now,” The sound of un-clinging metal from his belt sends shivers across your spine, “Get on your knees and apologise,”. You dropped instantly to your knees, biting your lower lip as innocently as you could whilst he pulled out his already hardened erection, angrily red and wonton with need.

“Apologise to me and I might just let you cum this time,” A hiss leaves his throat to feel your mouth wrap around his leaking head, one of his leathered hands entwining in your hair to push you down further, a raspy, “Good girl,” follows.

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

Whilst he comes across as harsh at times, every word is filled with love. ‘Your not going out in that,’, ‘Stop spending so much time that foolish Mammon,’, ‘Your behind on your work,’, it’s not to be cruel, controlling or demanding. It’s because he cares for you and wants you to achieve your full-potential. 

Get him alone and watch that sternness melt away, give him a kiss and tell him ‘how cute he looks’ and watch him become a blushing mess. He adores spending time alone with you, even if it’s sitting on his knee whilst he works through piles of paperwork, just having intimate moments enough make his heart swell. 

He’s confident in himself to express how he feels through both words and actions, often telling you ‘he loves you’ with sweet kisses. When he’s not in demon form sex is a lot more loving and more on the ‘making love’ side, but in demon form it’s rough, fast-paced it’s only after when your a mess in his arms that his softer side will re-emerge. 

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

Get bratty and argue back with him and watch his cock twitch with need. He’s so use to being in-control that when you act unruly around him, he loves nothing more than to teach you a lesson on your behaviour. “It appears Miss.____ you’ve been a bad girl who needs to be punished for her behaviour,”. He can barely get the words out with growling.

When his ego takes a bruise he needs reassurance that it’s okay for him to be perfect, he needs to know you still love him just because Satan squared up to him over breakfast, almost frightened that you’ll leave him because of it. Which of course you would never do. Moments like these is when sex can either sweet and filled with reassuring words of love or it can do a flip 180.

The two pairs of ebony wings fluttered, two curved horns pulsing with need as his eyes radiated with desire staring down up your naked form. His claws sinking into your skin ensuring to leave marks for days to come, to remind you of the raw velocity of his power.

“Again,” Through gritted teeth, pulling your waist backwards to meet his thrust, leaning back slightly on his knees to angle it perfectly to hit that spot inside you, “Say it again”.

“Y-your better than S-Satan… Lucifer please!” Another sharp thrust sends you clenching over him, fingers fisted into the sheets as your back curves, Lucifer keeping you on the edge as he had been for a while. 

“Again!” Growling like an untamed animal, wings now spread out. Sweat ran from his forehead and down his neck, making its way across his slightly-tone chest before dripping on to your arching back. Never had Lucifer been this intense, built up anger that spilled out into his actions, all because Satan mildly flirted with you at dinner.

“Your-... fuck, better than…Satan, fuck!” A hazy hog taking over your mind, unable to repeat the phrase he’d been making you scream since thrusting into you, ensuring his brothers would hear you, ensuring Satan would hear you. “Lucifer!” The cry of his name gets stuck in your throat, arms giving out as your chest falls to the bed, your ass kept in place by the strength of Lucifer as he with-held his teasing motions and pounded into you. You came around with him with little to no-warning, the bed shunting against the wall as his pace never faltered. A smirk on his face as he continued through the night until you was a boneless puddle, having all his brother know it was you who was screaming his name well into the early morning, he really was the avatar of pride after all. 

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

As the avatar of pride, he gets off just giving you pleasure. Nothing makes him stand taller and prouder than hearing you moan his name over and over whilst he delivers you a pleasure like none other. That sharp-witted tongue isn’t just good for hurling abuse at his brothers, at clicking in disappointment at something dumb Mammon said, it’s also perfect to bring your knees weak as he laps it up and down your clit. Seeing you so needy, so desperate, so lost in the pleasure only he can bring to you with just his mouth alone is enough to fulfil his sense of pride. 

He knows his younger brothers all have/had a thing for you so his ego is boosted almost back up to the heavens to have your lips wrapped around his cock, an action that is forever and only for him. Blow him when he’s stress, which lets be honest is 99% of the time, or after he’s had a pent up row with Satan and he’ll reward tenfold by repeating it on you before fucking you senseless. 

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

Being the more mature male of the brother’s Lucifer isn’t a horn-dog like the others, he’s able to control his needs. When he’s overwhelmed with work there might be a bit of dry spell for you both because he’s just so busy.

“Luci… come to bed,” You whisper, pressing kisses from the corner of his mouth down his jaw line, a strong arm encircled around your waist as you straddled him.

“Soon my love, I promise,” A softness in his voice, light bags underneath his eyes and you can tell he’s been working tirelessly for the last week. 

“You said that last night,” You pouted against his neck, purposefully pushing your chest against his, “Lucifer I miss you,”. Pulling back slightly, resting your hands on your thighs and slowly drawing up the nightdress you were wearing, giving him a slight glance to the bare flesh glistening beneath, “I need you, please don’t make me go to bed alone again,”. It’s enough to make a low groan fall from his throat, placing the quill he’d been writing with in his free hand down and lean forward capturing your lips in a soft kiss. 

“Let’s go to bed,” He whispered between kisses, holding the back of your thighs as he stands up, letting you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, carrying you from his office and to his room, lips never parting.

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[shysnowflake]

“Desire”- Drunk!Diluc x GN!Reader

yeah...spicy👉🏻👈🏻(maybe I will delete it later)

btw,I started to work on requests👀👄👀

art credit:@tomoki.7kg

⚠️WARNING: light mention of smut

“”Summary:It’s just as they say,the alcohol bring out our deepest desires”“

The city of freedom was completely silent and the moon already glowed on the sky as the pair passed the gates of the town going in the direction of the right alley.

The day was full but successful,they had cleared a lot of hilichurlsl camps and got some leads on the Fatui,now they both were coming back to the tavern to talk a little and have a peaceful moment with some drinks.

As the redhead unlocked the door and gave permission for you to enter he speaks "want something to drink?" "Sure,what are my options?" Diluc locked the front entrance and went behind the counter,taking off his coat and tieing his hair in a high ponytail by a lace,he responded it "I received a really good liquor bottle but didn't want to drink it by myself,so why don't we share that now?!" he said as he reached out for the bottle, pouring the liquid into two different cups and handing one to you.

"Today we made a huge progress,if we work the clues we learned in the right way,we will have a big advantage against the Fatui" you commented as you took a sip of the drink, realizing it had a high quantity of alcohol in it "oh whoa! This is quite a strong liquor don't you think?" you said as you turn your face from the cup to the man standing there looking a little dizzy "Diluc? Are you tipsy already? God! Come here" you said,going behind the counter and bringing the man to sit next to you "I'm not drunk {name},I just got a little dizzy since I'm not used to such strong drinks,don't worry about it" Diluc explained it,even though you were worried about the man sitting besides you,you decided it was better to trust Diluc words since he was a responsible adult... Right?!

As time and liquor went by,you notice that was late and it was better to go home and rest "Diluc, it's really late already,it's better for us to get going. Come with me and I will drop you off at-" as you tried to open the door,a hand slammed it shut again and a hot breath hit your ears and neck along with a whisper "leaving already? but we didn't even have our fun yet...love" the husky and low voice said,you are surprised by the sudden action but the change of atmosphere was enough to make you lose your mind,however your responsible and sober side was still there "Diluc you're drunk right now and don't know what you're saying, so let me-" you were cut off by an arm wrapping around your waist as he got even closer,making you have goosebumps and send a small shock down your spine

Diluc noticing the effect he had on you,he let out small chuckle while he watched you shivering in anticipation bellow him and whispered in your ear "are you cold love?” his hands started to wander through your body “Then allow me to warm you up" his fingertips start to run loose by your neck and going down to your shoulders, where he took his time to push the piece of clothing to the side and lean down to make his way with his lips,peaking your shoulder and going up to your neck until he finally got back to your ears where he kissed before nibbling it,making you bite your lips and lean in the man’s direction. While he did that, his other hand slowly made their way to your waist where he grabbed and turned you to him "eyes on me love" the tension was too much for you to bear,Diluc leaned in closer you while his lips hovered right above yours,his unstable breath hitting your face as he spoke “tell me what you want...” your mind was clouded and you couldn't find a way to let the words out,the red head squeezed your waist and asked again “come on now,if you don’t tell me how can I possibly know,my love” not being able to restrain yourself any longer you placed your shaky hands on the thin but strong shoulders of the man and answered “I want you to kiss me,Diluc” and with those words he closed the distance between his lips and yours.

The kiss was calm,but at the same time it had a desperate felling of desire on it,the way his tongue skillfully poked your lips apart caused you to moan, his taste was addicting, his tongue caressed yours as he dominated the kiss. The redhead pressed you even more on the wall putting a leg among yours making you tight up the grip on the man's shoulder. Diluc pulled away from the kiss only to continue kissing your neck,where he sucked on it, which for sure would leave a hickey but you couldn't care less about it and leaned your head to the left allowing him to continue.

Coming back to your ears and leaving traces of kisses along your neck, the man whispered one more time "do you want me,love?" you were too lost on your own lustful thoughts to answer,making Diluc impatient and give a love bite on the crook of your neck,what brought you back to reality "I will ask again,do you want me,love? Do you want me as bad as I have always wanted you?" You just stared at the red head in front of you, thinking about how you always dreamed about Diluc loving you back,but now was different,now Diluc was asking if you wanted him and even if part of your conscience was telling you the consequences of this was going to be catastrophic, you were willing to let yourself fall into pleasure, to give in to him and you knew that if you did not stop him now, there would be no going back anymore. "Yes Diluc,I want you more than anything. I have always wanted you"

Diluc was taken aback by the answer before he lifted you up against him and pressed you harder against the wall closing all the gaps,a surprised sound left your lips as your legs wrapped around his body,both of you was staring at each other,Diluc scarlet eyes clouded by desire and lust,the silent was broke by the tavern owner sudden phrase "I'm not feeling like myself right now...so let me feel you instead" and without a chance to answer he pulled you in another lustful kiss,tighting up his hands around your thighs,he started to walk back in the direction of the countertop placing you up there.

At this point nothing else mattered,your mind was blinded with pleasure and the feeling of warmth that Diluc passed it as he removed it your coat and the piece of fabric that still covered your chest to give more space around your body for him to explore, you undid the man’s ponytail making his hair fall down gracefully over him,you ran your hand thought it feeling how fluffy it was while the redhead lowered his kisses even more and being aware of that,you tight up the grip on his hair pushing him even closer to your skin,what caused him smile in response by your reaction.Suddenly the tavern owner reached out for the glass on the balcony and took a sip, however before he could swallow he connect your two lips together and made you drink the liquor with him.

The kiss was sloppy and a little of liquid escaped by the corner of your mouth,the man broke off the kiss and stared at you "you're so beautiful..." he said as he cupped your right cheek before getting closer to your ear "but at the same time such a dirty slut...looking like that" the low voice made you shiver and tight up your legs around the man searching for more contact and relief,but this game of anticipation was driving you insane so you grabbed Diluc by his hair making him look at you directly in the eyes "this is getting boring Sir, maybe you're all talk after all?!" you teased the red head while you slowly unbutton his shirt and caressed his chest, making him lose the last line of rationality he had,pulling you roughly by your thighs and wrapping a hand around your neck giving a light squeeze, he looked down on you with a smirk "I'm going to make you regret saying that,love" and as himself says,he is a man of word.