#angsty smut

[lesbolieeh]

Margarita (m)

Inexperienced!Subby!Jihyo ✦ Experienced!Fem!Reader

WC—4.7 ✦ k

WARNING—sex w/ a woman for the first time ✦ very intimate not-kinky sex ✦ praising ✦ body worship ✦ oral (giving, receiving) ✦ face-sitting (receiving) ✦ 69 ✦ fingering (giving, receiving) ✦ multiple orgasms (giving) ✦ nipple play ✦ hickeys (giving, receiving) ✦ pet names (baby, babe) ✦ brief dirty talk ✦ breath play & masturbation if you squint ✦ crying ✦ mentions of alcohol consumption

THEMES—nsfw ✦ first girl crush au ✦ summer love ✦ friends to ...? ✦ a bit angsty at times

NOW PLAYING—Mystery of Love ✦ Sufjan Stevens

A/N. this was the first time I tried writing a smut that didn't have any clear power dynamics and I rly liked writing it! I don't think all smut needs to have a dom x sub. So to those of you requesting smut, don't feel pressured to pick "kinky" stuff like spanking, bondage, "mommy", choking etc because oral, 69, fingering, hickeys, body worship, praising etc can be picked as "kinks" too — besides I'm a smut writer I can't judge u lmaooo

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"I'm sorry I didn't say it earlier," you heard Jihyo's voice from beside you. You two were sitting on a bench in the park you two had first hung out. Dahyun, your best friend, and you had been sitting at a bar and Jihyo had been there too — except with the company of a tall dude. She had been too distracted looking at him and you had been too distracted laughing at one of your comedian bestie's jokes, which resulted in Jihyo walking into you, spilling both of your drinks in the process. Like the decent people you both were, you apologized and even proposed repaying each other and smiled when you realized that you both had ordered margaritas.

So you drank margaritas all night, forgetting about then saying bye to Dahyun and that guy, until the bar closed and you decided to buy this one special large sized margarita to share at the park not too far away. By the end of the laugh-filled night (which quickly turned into morning), you had a feeling that you'd see each other a lot more afterwards. And you were right. Ever since that sunrise told you to part ways and leave one big margarita glass by the bar's door, you had made it a tradition to buy one every Friday to share as you chat and giggle on the same bench at the same park under the moonlight until another sunrise would tell you it's time to go.

As you had gotten to know each other, you found out the guy at the bar was her boyfriend Daniel, and she found out you were going to leave Korea at the end of the summer. After that, you'd made a promise you'd try to spend as much time together as possible over the sweet summer before you'd fly away.

"Are you drunk?" you asked, shaking your head at her words.

One day she'd called you over to her place, crying on the phone. Her then-boyfriend had broken up with her, claiming she didn't show him love. But the part that shocked you was that she confessed he was right. So why had she been crying? A guy she didn't have feelings for broke up with her...that wasn't a bad thing, right?

"No."

"I saw a margarita on your story before you got here. You know I'm very familiar with JYP bar."

"It was margarita, yes, but it was alcohol-free."

"Oh."

"I know you're going away next week but I needed to tell you before I lost the chance to say it."

"Damn."

"I know. I'm fucking sorry but I've never had feelings for a woman before. Shit, I didn't even know I was into women but it explains why I never had strong feelings for any of my exes."

She looked down at your hand, feeling tears building up in her eyes. Fuck. Not only had she confessed to you but you didn't seem to reciprocate. Fuck. Had she ruined the last week with you?

"I like you too."

"W-What..." she stuttered, beginning to smile for the first time tonight.

You put your hand on hers, intertwining your fingers, "Let's make the best out of this last week we have together."

She intertwined your fingers in return, looking at them and smiling big. "Yes."

As to not waste time, you took a cab to her place immediately. Typical queer stereotype to move on to sex so damn fucking fast. Well, typically queer people in a conservative country have a harder time confessing to each other in fear of rejection and possible hate crime, so when you finally muster up courage and get accepted, you often feel the need to move quickly to make up for all the time you could've but didn't spend together. And you two only had a week left together, might as well fuck every day since you hadn't done that even once over the whole damn fucking summer. What a fucking waste to overthink and overanalyze possible outcomes of a confession to the point that you delay the confession until one week before one of you has to leave the country. So fucking typical that two women who like each other don't say shit because they don't want to make the other person uncomfortable or ruin the perfect fucking connection they have with one another. Fuck.

Soon as you stepped foot into your apartment, you locked the door and captured her lips with yours. It was the first kiss she'd ever shared with a woman and she wanted to melt into you and stay lips to lips forever. So this was how a kiss should feel? All this time she had thought she was weird for not liking kissing or foreplay but now she understood what the problem was: she had never genuinely liked any of her previous partners. You took a few steps, not letting go of her lips, until Jihyo's back met the wall. She smiled with a blush. She had never smiled into a kiss before. But she felt...happy? Maybe just content? Or maybe she just felt good that she's doing shit people her age should be doing: making out with people they find attractive? Eh, maybe she was just exaggerating because this was a new experience for her? (No, her happiness was not an exaggeration.)

Then you put your hands on her cheeks gently. Gently, as in to feel her softness, feel her skin, feel her smile on your hands. In the past, her exes had put their hands on her face to keep her from breaking the kiss or to assert dominance. Damn. These fuckers had no idea what they were doing. But you... You made her smile! You made her blush. You made her feel comfortable and beautiful.

After a while you broke the kiss, Jihyo's lips following yours in the air, which made her a bit embarrassed until you said "Shall we continue?" with a soft voice that made her feel safe and not judged. Jihyo nodded, giggling when you held your hands out for her to carry her bridal style. Height was actually an insecurity of hers but this action made her feel small in a good way, in a way that made her feel beautiful actually. Then she began blushing again, realizing you were carrying her to your bedroom, a place you'd only ever hung out at to talk, drink something that wasn't margarita or do the most random shit you'd think of when you were bored at night after a long day of work.

But now this casual, 'friend' place would be where you were going to have sex. It made her smile. Oh how many times she'd imagined you two fucking and cuddling on this very bed. You weren't just walking into the bedroom, you were carrying her as if she were your bride. Holy shit. As soon as you were inside you put her down on the bed and sat down next to her.

"I think we should talk about preferences and boundaries before we continue," you said because communication is key (lmao). "I can start," you knew she'd most likely be too embarrassed to tell everything if she went first, "My main thing is I really like oral and fingering and I usually cum from clit stimulation rather than penetration. I tend to take more initiative during sex, but I am open to you doing that if you'd like. Actually there doesn't need to be any power roles in sex we can just have fun either way. Also I really like talking during sex. Hmm... I prefer not doing any anal stuff on me, if you would like me to do that on you I'm OK with that. I do own a toy collection at home so if you have any vibrators I'm OK with using that too." During your little speech Jihyo was smiling and trying not to blush, never hearing this type of conversation before (you don't hear the word 'sex' much in Korea). "I also would like to talk...during, hum, sex," she felt pressure with what to say, scared you would forever judge her based on the next words that would come out her mouth. You noticed she avoided eye contact, seeming nervous. "Jihyo, I'm no angel, you know. As long as you're not into rape I will not judge your preferences or boundaries," you held her hand, squeezing it lightly. She took a breath, bit more relaxed at the physical touch, "Mm, I like intimacy, like eye contact and such. Maybe hugging each other? I like both clit stimulation and penetration. I've never done this with a girl before so I would be more comfortable if you lead more I think." Her ears were red as were her cheeks. You brought her small hand to your face and kissed the back of it, which didn't help with her blush but at least it made her feel cared for (and wet).

You opened her hand and kissed each finger before putting her hand against your cheek to lean on. Jihyo put her other hand on your other cheek, leaning in to kiss you, smiling against each other. Kissing her felt like walking on clouds. Fluffy, pastel colored clouds. You continued kissing her, wanting to make sure she was wet and excited before you did anything to her (the last thing you wanted was to make her fake orgasm) and she only appreciated the longer fore play.

"May I?" you asked between kisses, pulling lightly on the bottom of her shirt to which she nodded still smiling. Maybe the margarita she had earlier wasn't alcohol-free since she was smiling so damn much. She almost felt embarrassed at her actions until you mirrored her expression and smiled too as you gave a few more kisses to her lips, reassuring her that smiling is never a bad action. She was so pretty. Her tan skin glowed like gold. Pulling her by her her thighs onto your lap so she was taller (lol), you had better access to her collarbones and chest and started kissing her neck lightly and hugging her waist closer to you. Her heart was beating fast, never looking forward to sex this much before. For every kiss you placed on her neck and down to her shoulder, she felt wetter and wetter. You started teasing her tit under her bra, as your other hand went down her pants to her lower back, not yet going to her butt or underwear, all while you kept kissing her collarbones so gently. She put her hands on your hair and started pushing your head to the tit that wasn't getting any attention, too shy to actually say what she wants. You got the memo and started kissing the part of her boob that was exposed from the bra but it wasn't enough so Jihyo took off her bra completely, showing her breathtakingly beautiful boobs. You started kissing harder on her boob, ignoring the nipple for now to tease her. When you heard her gasping and whining you gained confidence and started sucking on her nipple and pinching the other, while unbuttoning her pants with one hand (which was hard but you managed after a few seconds thankfully).

She got off your lap and you helped her take off her tight pants, leaving her in her blue underwear before pulling her back on your lap. You kissed her on her lips, she smiled and took off your shirt, hoped you couldn't see her blush. She was a bit shy now, having never seen a woman's tits in a sexual context before. You giggled, making her pout, and you placed her hand on your boob. Wow. It was softer than she thought; she was so used to the softness of feeling her own boobs that when she touched your boobs she was amazed by the feeling. No wonder people love boobs so much! She brought her other hand to play with both your boobs, exploring and enjoying. You on the other hand, began to touch and grab her lush, thick thighs. After feeling all her curves and edges you moved one hand to her inner thigh and felt something wet. Jihyo was a bit embarrassed. She had gotten so wet it was dripping down the inside of her thighs. "Aw, so wet for me already, Baby?" you looked up at her with a genuine smile, proud. She nodded, trying not to look you in the eyes. "I love it." She nodded again, now going down to suck on your tits to avoid looking you in the eyes. Now it was your turn to make noise, Jihyo not going gentle. You looked down at her, "You look so pretty from this point of view." She looked up at you, her mouth still on your skin. "Thank you." You put some hair away from her face, then resting your hand on her cheek to move her to your other boob that hadn't felt any oral stimulation yet. Your fingertips ghosted over her back, making her shiver slightly, before resting on her butt, grabbing and playing with it. She moaned against your boob accidentally using her teeth a bit, you moaned too.

You started feeling under the fabric covering her intimate parts, but only under the edge to tease her. Jihyo was getting needy and impatient. She got off your lap to take off your pants, and before you knew it you were stood staring at each other in only underwear. You opened your arms for her and hugged her closely, just breathing in each others arms, kissing her shoulder or your collarbone randomly. She looked you in the eyes and felt regret; regret that she or you hadn't confessed earlier. You too. You had liked her since the beginning but you had been scared of rejection or ruining such a good friendship. But you had each other now and that was all that mattered. Better late than never, right? You held each others soft cheeks and almost communicated with your eyes, I never want this to end, and kissed each other. This time it was more desperate and with roaming hands all over each others bodies before you led her to the bed to lay down. This was the bed that you two had laid on to watch movies on Netflix and Disney+, play drinking games during the movie which resulted in at least two empty soju bottles next to the bed. Now this would be the bed you would fuck in. She was ready because she also remembered every time you would go to the bathroom and she would wait in bed and look at your butt as you walked away and question if she was into girls or just liked looking at your butt out of curiosity. And you remembered every time she would go to the bathroom or to the kitchen to grab us a snack, and you would have a pep talk with yourself about telling her about your little crush. And now you were here. In that same bed. Filled with memories. But now with you two almost naked. Her on her back and you sat between her legs.

You kissed her one more time on her lips before moving down, placing butterfly kisses all the way down her chest to her stomach and stopping right above her core. She looked at you, expecting you to remove her undies. You lowered the underwear, she was breathing louder, you stopped when her hip bone was exposed, kissed it, then let the fabric cover her again. Jihyo whined. You smiled against her skin, kissing down her leg and to her inner thigh, giving an experimental lick. "Please." The wetness between your legs was getting uncomfortable at this point and you wanted to just take off your panties and sit on her face but you had to suppress your intrusive thoughts and be slow and gentle since this was your first time together — it was also her first time ever with a woman — so you just pressed your thighs against each other for the slightest stimulation. "Please what, Baby?" you asked kissing her other inner thigh, grabbing both of them with your hands. "Ngh— Can you— Can you touch it?" You gave one more big kiss to her thigh before moving to her face, "Anything for you," you pecked her lips. She opened her legs wider as you went down to give you more space, you looked at her before going down and pulling down her panties, her wetness sticking to them. You threw them away to some corner in the room and put your face in front of her pussy. She held out her hand towards you and you smiled, grabbing it before putting small kisses on her lips, avoiding her clit and slit for now. Jihyo was gasping and blushing. You pushed your tongue lightly through her slit and up to her clit, she squeezed your hand. You started kissing on her slit and clit too, gently, worshipping her body. She whined. "Please, ____." You kissed her clit, you looked at her, "Please, what, Baby?" She felt too shy to say it so she just put her free hand on your hair and pushed your face in her pussy. You took the hint and began licking. She felt relieved to finally being stimulated more harshly like she had craved all this time, accidentally pulling your hair. Pulling your hair wasn't an issue but it was hurting a bit so you held her wrist to tell her. "Oh sorry, Babe, I was getting carried away," Jihyo apologised, now moving your hair away from your eyes. You smiled. Omg she called you "Babe"!! You were determined to make her cum with only your mouth at least once before you finger her. "I love your taste, Baby," you whispered before going back to licking her luscious pussy. She blushed. You pulled her thighs closer to you, wanting to feel her softness on your neck and shoulders. This made Jihyo blush more but also more confident. You held eye contact with each other, hands intertwined, your other hand playing with her boob and pinching her nipple. "You look really pretty from this point of view," she said with a smirk. You smiled, arching your back so she had an even prettier view. She gulped. Everything was getting dizzy. Her clit was being licked exactly how she liked it and you noticed so you kept that same pace. Her chest was getting red and hot. Her hand was sweaty. Her moans were stuck in her throat. Her breathing was irregular. Her view was breathtaking. She saw your hand reaching down between our legs, playing with yourself while eating Jihyo out. She pushed you closer to her pussy, thighs closing in on you, hand squeezing yours harder, head falling back, eyes closed, she saw white. You continued riding her orgasm out with your gentle tongue until she felt overstimulated and unclenched her thighs from you.

As she regained her breathing to normal, you crawled up to lay beside her and hug her, pulling her into your chest. She put her face in your neck, taking in your scent and warmth. You weren't sure how high her sex drive was or if she liked cumming multiple times since you forgot to ask during your sex discussion so you thought this was enough for your first time together. But then Jihyo did something. She sat up, pulled off your underwear, proud when she noticed the wet stain, threw the panties away. This night was not over yet. She kissed your cheek and then moved around until her face was above your pussy and her pussy was in front of your face. "Please, let me know if I'm doing alright or if I should do something else," was the last thing she said before she lowered her head to your pussy and began licking. "Fuck." You didn't realise how wet you had become until now when the smallest of touch from her tongue had you moaning. "Baby, go slow, please." She whined back in response, only giving you kitten licks and holding back from devouring the sweet taste of pussy for the first time. You began kissing her inner thighs, making her twitch a bit from sensitivity. "Can I eat your pussy again or do you need some time?" Jihyo blushed. How can you say such words so neutrally? Mhm, she nodded and moaned against your pussy, which sent vibrations against your clit. You pushed her pussy closer to your face and began kissing it again. Jihyo whined against your pussy, she loved this feeling of a little "foreplay" on the pussy before licking it hard. She noted that she should start off slow next time she gives you head.

You noticed that although you pushed her pussy towards you, she still kept it in the air, not sitting on your face. "Baby, you can sit on you face," you encouraged her and gave a big kiss to her clit. She finally sat down on your face and you began licking between her lips deeper and quicker. She couldn't help but keep moaning against your pussy, and the vibrations felt so good, making you moan on her too. You began moving your hands on her thighs up to her ass, keeping them there and just grabbing the fatness. She was feeling a bit jealous because you could touch her all you wanted while she had to hold herself up on her arms which was getting harder and harder. She let go of your clit, sat up on your chest, "Babe, can I be on the bottom?" You smiled at her, "Of course, Baby." She just plopped down on the bed with a smile, comfortable now that she didn't need to use her arm muscles. "You're too cute." "Thank you, ____." You flipped around and moved your pussy to her face, her eyes lightening up. Before you even sat down she grabbed your hips and pushed you down, impatient and needy to have the experience of a woman sitting on her face. You were more experienced in this and laid down comfortably, spreading her legs to eat her out too. Your pussies were prepared and didn't need any of the gentle kissing or kitten licks anymore, you opting to lick fast and deep between her folds, and her licking fast but gently on your clit in a steady pace. To Jihyo's surprise, you began grinding on her face, making her proud she was taking you there. Moaning and shaking, it was getting hard to focus on pleasuring each other.

So, you sat up on the bed, beside Jihyo. She was breathing heavily, confused, whining, "Why?" You kissed her forehead, "Come lay with me on the pillows." She followed you to the big pillows, you laid on the right side and Jihyo on the left side of the bed, the natural way to lay down just like every time you had watched movies as friends. You started kissing her, hands roaming on her boobs, back, butt and back of her thighs, pulling her left thigh on top of your hip — this gave you more access to her pussy so you began to tease your fingertips on her lower lips. She whined. You pushed your right leg up so she also had access to your pussy, and in a second her hand was playing with your folds, starting off slowly before inserting her fingers in you. You kept making out, savouring each others red, swollen lips and tastes on your tongues. She slid a finger between your lips to get your wetness so she could finger your clit better (she remembered you prefer clit stimulation more than penetration), making you moan into her mouth. Damn, it was her first time but she was so good. Who would've known she was ambidextrous? (She's both left handed and right handed) You put a finger inside her and she gasped, making you smile in revenge, since it slipped in so easily from being so wet you fit in another finger, moving them in and out at a moderate speed, not wanting to make her cum yet. "I could do this forever, Baby." Your words hurt Jihyo because you both knew this couldn't last forever; you would leave the country soon — and she wishes this only determined her to make you cum from her fingers but she couldn't distract herself from the future heartbreak, tears filling her eyes that she blinks away before you can notice. She stops kissing you to look at you, she wants to say something but hesitates question just decides to make a hickey on your shoulder. You giggled, "You're out of this world, Baby." She felt tears build up again, you kept calling her Baby as if you've been girlfriends all along — as if you're girlfriends right now! What are you even? A couple? Friends with benefits? A summer fling? A future long distance relationship that will inevitably end with you two neglecting each other due to your conflicting schedules and different time zones? Fuck. She had sucked on your shoulder very harshly and bitten it too. It looked like a black bird tattoo. "I'm sorry, ____ Babe, you have a hickey now," she kissed it gently as too soothe the hot skin. "It's OK. I haven't had a hickey in a long time. Never on my shoulder," you giggled. Jihyo smiled, both happy and sad at the same time. "Can u make one on me too? In a hidden place?" She wants to remember this moment for the next few days every time she looks at herself in the mirror. Yet she blushes when u move ur head to make a hickey on her boob, opting for the curve under her nipple, sucking and biting. Simultaneously, your fingers were going deeper and faster until Jihyo starts whining and you decide to keep that tempo. She starts moving her fingers harder on your clit, with the same tempo as before, making you moan and bite down on her boob. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," you said. She whined, "M-Me too." You began kissing again until both of your legs were shaking and you had to stop to breathe.

After a few minutes of just laying down and looking at each other, you decide to get up and run a bath before you two fall asleep in your cum and wetness stained sheets. "Wait for me, Baby. I'll just get the bath ready for us," you kissed her forehead. Jihyo smiled but it fell once she was left alone with her thoughts. Should she sleep in your bed or go home like she always did after hanging out at your place? If she sleeps in your bed it's almost as if going official, right? If she goes home like she always does then it means that this was just a one night stand or a fwb thing, right? Fuck. Why does everything have to be so complicated? Suddenly you were back in the room. "Come, Baby," you carried her to the bathroom and let her step into the bathtub on her own because you're not the hulk. You followed suit, laying behind her. The water was warm and relaxing, cleaning you off of your cum, sweat and tears. You hugged her waist, Jihyo's rested back on your shoulder and chest, you leaning your head on hers, kissing it a few times. But although the water was calming, both your brains were racing. What now? You had an incredible connection. You had so many beautiful memories together, including this one. You've laughed and cried so many times together, now also coming a few times together. How could you let go of this? How could you keep this going at a long distance? A tear fell down Jihyo's cheek. You kissed her tear away. "It's OK. It will all be fine." Tears were falling down your cheeks too.

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❝ How much sorrow can I take?

Blackbird on my shoulder

And what difference does it make

When this love is over?

Shall I sleep within your bed?

River of unhappiness

Hold your hands upon my head

'Til I breathe my last breath

Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me

The last time that you touched me

Oh, will wonders ever cease?

Blessed be the mystery of love ❞

—sufjan stevens; 2017

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Can I request a chishiya angst please?? but later it goes angst smut?? please do it!! Im dying to see one! Thank you!

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requested?: yes pairing(s): shuntarō chishiya x afab!reader genre: angst, smut warning(s): angst, smut, hate fuck, mentions of close death, mentions of injury and being shot, mentions of blood and crying, pussy slapping, degradation, chishiya being a nonchalant little bitch (shock horror gasp), unprotected sex (stay safe pls), piv sex, summary: 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 word count: 1.2k a/n: hiya!! thank you so much for requesting oml i saw this at 6am and i almost screamed! i hope this fits and if it doesn't feel free to tell me honey! make sure you all eat and drink, love yas, mwah!

you and chishiya absolutely hated eachother and everyone knew it. you were always bickering, giving snarky remarks to eachother whenever you felt like it.

now, you would also both play games together, but keep on with the snarky remarks whenever someone did something wrong.

today was an extra hard game. it was the second wave of the games, and you had been stuck with chishiya.

the king of spades left you heavily wounded, and much to your dismay, you had been left with chishiya.

you were joking the whole time you had a bullet in your side. even though he was worried about you somewhere deep down in his cold-hearted and stoic body, he still kept his nonchalant face and demeanor.

"you can't be joking about these things" he mumbled as he pressed down on your wound, making you groan in pain, tears stinging your eyes and threatening to spill over.

"but i feel holey" you said with a feined smile, the pain making you feel nauseous.

he let out a light-hearted chuckle at the comment. he pressed down harder, the bleeding was still going, but not as much.

you were both in an abandoned house, which you both managed to find bandages in. he reached for the bandages which were discarded to the side and sat you up, still pressing down on your wound. he tightly wrapped them around you, lifting your t-shirt up slightly to get to the wounded area.

"y'know, for someone who claims to hate me, you're doing an aweful lot to keep me alive right now" you say, your big doe eyes peircing through his cold ones.

"you can't die on my hands. you of all people should know that" he mutters. you chuckle lightly at his comment.

"i guess i should huh" you mutter.

you felt there was something in the way the veins in his hands flexed when they were doing something, the way he looked when he was concentrated, but you felt a heat rush to your core.

you unconciously rubbed your thighs together, and you thought he didn't notice until he spoke up, still staring at your thighs.

"the fuck are you doing?" he said standing up and staring down at you with his hard eyes. you didn't know what to say so you simply shrugged, your cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.

he shook his head in response, picking up the leftover bandages and putting them back where he found them.

"if you were feeling horny you could've just said" he said, you could practically feel the smirk on his face as he did so.

"i think that would've been akward conversation for the both of us" you mutter shyly.

he nods before walking back towards you and placing both hands either side of you, trapping you to the couch and searching in your eyes.

eventually he smashed his lips onto yours, kissing you aggressively. there wasn't much passion in the kiss, but there was hints of gentleness at certain parts. it wasn't rushed, nor was it slow, it was at just the right pace for you to keep up with it.

he pulled away and swiftly pulled your top over your head, earning a wince from you as he brushed past your bullet wound. he shushes you before going back to attacking your lips.

you felt his hands wrap around you, unclasping your bra and throwing it somewhere in the room. he instantly starts playing with your nipples, flicking his fingers over them.

he kisses down your neck, leaving small bites as he does so. he takes one of your tits in his mouth, wrapping his lips around the hardened nipple.

you whimper out when you feel his hardened dick against your thigh. he managed to get you to lie down on the sofa again with him on top of you.

since his right thigh was inbetween yours, you moved your hips against his, earning a groan from him. your clothed pussy rubbed deliciously against his thigh, making just the right amount of friction for your clit.

you felt his arms move down past your waist and down to your bottoms, lifting your hips to pull them down, throwing them somewhere along with your bra and t-shirt.

you moaned loudly as chishiya grabbed your hips and pulled your pussy down onto his thigh. your clit rubbed against his sweatpants, earning strings of moans from you.

"shut the fuck up before i fuck you dumb you stupid whore" he spits, moving his face closer to yours.

he keeps his hands on your hips, moving them for you when you start to slow down.

"you close huh? did i say you could cum yet? you're gonna wait until that pussy of yours is wrapped so tight around my cock to cum, i get to say when you cum" he says, opening your mouth with his fingers, shoving them down your throat and almost making you gag.

you try to keep your hips moving, but chishiya quickly grabs your hips with both hands, almost ripping them from your mouth and stops your movements.

you whimper out in protest as he does so, making him slap your pussy harshly.

he makes quick work of getting his sweatpants and shirt off, going back down to kiss you harshly.

he lined himself up with your enterence and pushes himself into you with one single thrust. he doesn't give you much time to adjust before he thrusts in and out of you quickly and very hard.

he hits your g-spot over and over, even though you hand't been fucking for long. even though he was keeping at a fast pace, he was trying his hardest not to hurt you even more then you already were.

you were moaning over and over again, your hands travelling up to his hair and tugging on it harshly. he groans before tugging you upwards into another kiss.

his tongue enters your mouth, asserting his domination. he rests his elbows either side of you, his hips snapping into yours over and over again.

"you wanted this huh? you want me to fuck you so hard? oh what would you do without me hm? certainly wouldn't be able to fuck yourself as good as im fucking you now" he pulls away and whispers into your ear, grabbing your hair and pulling it back.

you moan loudly and your nails scrape down his back, definately leaving a red mark for you to see tomorrow. you felt the growing pleasure intensifying in the pit of your stomach.

your moans started to get more high pitched and loud, signalling you were close.

"you gonna cum huh? yeah? gonna cum with me? such a fucking whore hm, creaming around my cock like this? what would the others think slut? you think they would want a go with you?" he groans in your ear.

you moan loudly as you cum around his cock. he still fucks into you, riding out your highs, filling you with his seed. a white ring formed at the base of his cock. there was a few moments of silence before he spoke up.

"this changes nothing" he says, pulling out of you and retrieving his clothes, gettind redressed and then going to retrieve yours. "i still hate you"

"i hate you too" you say, beginning to sit up.

you get yourself redressed.

"i'll take the floor" he mutters, grabbing a pillow and two blankets, throwing one at you. "night" he says dryly.

"night" you say quietly, drifting off to sleep.

even though you knew it meant nothing, you couldn't help feel an attraction towards the blonde man. but he wouldn't reciprocate, right?

[f1nalgirlz]

Poker Face 🂱 | Kirby Reed |Charlie Walker

In which Y/N has been with her boyfriend Charlie for a few months, but can’t shake her feelings for her best friend, Kirby Reed. She constantly fantasizes about her when she’s with Charlie.

-ˏˋ WARNINGSˊˎ- light swearing, emotional cheating, feminine pronouns, female anatomy, angst

-ˏˋ Contents ˊˎ- Kirby Reed x reader, Charlie Walker x reader, fantasizing during sex, eating out/oral sex (fem receiving)

Dating Charlie was easy, you rarely argued. He was sweet, considerate, and so happy to have his first serious girlfriend that he did whatever he could to please you. So why was it that you couldn’t seem to get your best friend out of your mind? During dates or nights in with Charlie you’d find your thoughts wandering to Kirby, asking yourself what she might be doing at this very moment. That, you could handle, you figured that much was normal. Not being able to stop your brain from imagining Kirby hovering over you, instead of your own boyfriend is where the problem really began. You knew it was getting to be an internal battle the first night you weren’t able to reach an orgasm until you imagined that it was Kirby’s mouth against your heat.

It was late, around 10:50 and you were laid in Charlie’s bed, legs spread apart, allowing him to skillfully work his mouth on your heat. He’d been at it for maybe 10 minutes, usually you’d have already come undone at 8, but it just wasn’t working tonight. It wasn’t that Charlie was any worse than he usually was, he was actually really good, maybe even better than usual, he’d learned what you liked early on. The reason lied in the guilt that had been slowly eating you alive for weeks. Every time you and Charlie had sex, your thoughts would always circle back to Kirby, imagining her in his place. Of course, you knew it was wrong, but you’d assumed it was just something that would pass, a fleeting moment of curiosity! You were desperately searching for any reason to explain these happenings to yourself, but it didn’t stop, it just progressed further, pushing you to the point you couldn’t even finish without thinking of her. So there you laid, in your boyfriend’s bed, him between your legs truly giving it his all to make you finish. As you sank further down in the bed, you allowed your eyes to drift closed, letting your thoughts shift to your best friend.

She’d walk in, kissing you and laying you down on the bed, helping you strip as she did so. Standing back to admire your frame, she’d strip herself too, it was so sensual when she did it. You’d blush as she got on top of you, trailing kisses all the way down to your throbbing pussy, taking little to no time beginning to lick it. You’d grasp her hair as she licked and sucked in all the right places, peering down at her as she did so. Moaning loudly as you felt a familiar knot tightening in your stomach, when it snapped and your orgasm washed over you, your eyes shot back open.

Holding tightly onto Charlie’s hair you moan, back arching off the bed as he continued to eat you out, assuring you were able to ride out your orgasm. As you slowly released his hair, he finally pulled away from your cunt, looking up at you from between your legs, spit and cum dripping down his chin. When meeting his gaze you felt a familiar pit forming in your stomach and chest, guilt. It only worsened when he wiped his face with the collar of his shirt and leaned up to kiss you, giving you a smile after. “Do you need anything?” He asked you gently, only being met with the shaking of your head. All you could do was pull him into a hug, the both of you laying in bed together, your head on his chest. You did love him and that made this situation all the more troubling for you, eyes almost welling up with tears as your thoughts ran a mile a minute. Charlie said nothing, contently holding onto you, a small smile plastered to his lips oblivious to your near breakdown in his arms. Ignorance is bliss, right?

Part 2

R: Sooooo… I decided to write something short and a little angsty. I had pretty terrible writers block yesterday for some reason so, this is what I’m ending up with. I hope y’all don’t hate it, I’ll be back to my regularly scheduled porn with a lil plot soon! Also might delete this idk yet😭

[kat-xox]

an angsty one-shot to start off 2024🌟

you can read it here.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

I have a new fic idea. Shocker.

But what's actually interesting is that I might make it a post-S4, alt-S5 angsty smut fic, just so Lena can say, panting into Kara's mouth as they're angstily making out:

"Fuck me--with your fingers this time."

[wolfylady]

Remnants

Summary: Unable to sleep, they go and confront the phantom that haunts their fragmented mind.

Rating: MATURE

Warnings: Smut, abusive undertones

Pairing: Gender-neutral Dark Urge/Durge x Enver Gortash (Mentions of Durge/Astarion/Halsin)

Word Count: 1,735

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It had been a while since the Necrotic Labrartoty and even longer since Durge had glanced at the scroll they'd found there. 

On nights when sleep was impossible, they would steal away, reading and rereading the passage, each time feeling the creeping tendrils of familiarity intertwining with the sheer horror of the revelation. It was their own hand that had penned these dark intentions, their own thoughts twisted and corrupted by the influence of their divine heritage.

"...Forgive me, Father, for I cannot help but admire the Chosen of your sworn foe: Enver Gortash's genius will take us far, but fear not - those of Bane always fall to the same folly: they cannot see the beauty of obliteration. The Absolute hoax will garner false love from our new slaves, but once I've built a large enough army, I will use our hold upon the Absolute's slaves to begin this vile world's end.

I can see the path through Gortash's brilliant plan. Gortash, Ketheric, and I will seize the Netherese relics that control the Crown and then use the Crown to command the illithid Grand Design. The Dead Three, age-old foes and our dire patrons, will be bosom friends for a time.

Father, you created me to be the last soul alive. When the time is right, and my power is assured, I will slaughter Gortash and Ketheric upon your altar, where I myself hope to die when the world itself is gasping its last.

At the end of this all, Father, there will be not a single creature living. Everyone will die. Everyone will die for YOU. I will make you proud…"

Durge's mind echoed with the words. A puzzle of their past slowly took form as they discovered more of who they'd been. Durge was created and crafted for a much darker purpose than they had ever imagined, but which explained the haze of red that threatened to consume them.  

One thing became crystal clear: Gortash was the root of their inner turmoil, then and now.

A tiny flame of defiance flickered in their heart. Durge refused to be a puppet manipulated by their divine progenitor. They were determined to forge their own path, carve their own destiny, and resist the darkness that threatened to consume them. 

Despite the shadow of their past self, Durge longed to know themselves once more, and only one person knew who that was.

Under the cover of darkness, Durge waited until the soft sounds of sleep filled the camp. Ignoring the gnawing guilt as they slip away from the warmth of their partners' embrace. Ignoring the gentle pull of Halsin's comforting presence and the cool touch of Astarion's hand, Durge's mind was consumed by a singular purpose: to confront Enver Gortash.

Guided by fragments of recollection, Durge navigated the shadows of Baldur's Gate, their footsteps barely making a sound as they entered Gortash's private chamber. The air was thick with anticipation, every heartbeat echoing in Durge's ears as they approached the door.

With trembling hands, Durge pushed the door open, revealing the dimly lit room. Gortash sat at a desk, his back to Durge as if he knew they were coming.

"Darling," he turned towards them, a sly twinkle in his eye. His voice was like velvet, smooth and seductive, sending shivers down their spine as he spoke. "I've been waiting for you. You're a day late, but I can forgive you."

There was no fear in Gortash's eyes, only a sense of anticipation, as if he knew the depths of Durge's heartache and welcomed it with open arms.

Durge's heart raced as they stepped further into the room, their gaze never leaving Gortash. Memories, both painful and intoxicating, flooded their mind as they struggled to find the words to express the tumultuous emotions raging within them.

"Why did you do it?" Durge finally managed to choke out, their voice barely above a whisper yet filled with raw emotion.

Gortash stood, his expression unreadable. "Do what, my dear?" he asked, his tone dripping with mock innocence.

The air crackled with tension; their body ridged with a mixture of anger, confusion, and desire. The dim light cast eerie shadows across the room.

"You know what I'm talking about," Durge insisted, their voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "You toyed with me, manipulated me, knowing I'd seek you out. Why?"

Gortash regarded them with a cool detachment, his gaze piercing through the darkness. "Ah, my dear Durge," he replied, his voice dripping with honeyed charm. "You misunderstand; I am not the villain Karlach painted me as my love."

Durge recoiled at the mention of love, the word carrying a crushing weight. "Love?" they scoffed, disbelief coloring their tone. "You call what we did love? You used me, manipulated me for your own twisted desires."

Gortash's lips curled into a snarl. "Is that what you believe? Perhaps you have yet to remember the truth of our connection."

Durge's fists clenched at their sides, their resolve hardening with each passing moment. "I don't need your lies," they spat, their voice laced with venom. 

Gortash grabbed Durge, their strong, calloused hands tangling in Durge's hair, pulling them close. "What we had was never a lie," Gortash growled, his deep voice rumbling through Durge's body. "I may be Baane's chosen, but when we are together, there is no grand design, only us. Only this overwhelming feeling." He kissed them, their lips crashing together with an almost violent passion, and Durge drowned in him, fangs and claws tearing at one another's clothing.

Durge's body moved on autopilot, their mind consumed by a different kind of red haze, a primal need to dominate and possess Gortash. They slammed him onto the bed, their lips and teeth attacking his exposed skin with a ferocity that left both of them gasping for air.

Gortash's moans only fueled Durge's desire as they sucked at the blood that welled within the love bites they left in their wake. His hands clawed at Durge's back, leaving deep scratches that only served to heighten their pleasure.

Their bodies moved together in a frenzied dance, each touch igniting a fire within them that threatened to consume them both. Clothes were torn and discarded as they desperately sought more skin to mark and claim.

The familiar scent of blood and sweat filled the air, and the sweet sound of Gortash's voice. 

His moans and pleas only fueled Durge's hunger, driving them to sink their fangs deeper into his flesh. They reveled in the taste of his blood, the rush of power that surged through their veins.

As they reached the peak of their passion, Durge could feel their control slipping away, eyes glowing with that hunger. Gortash's grip on Durge's body tightened, almost to the point of pain. But Durge welcomed it, relished in the sharp sting that pushed them both closer to the edge.

In that moment, there was no past or future, only the present and the overwhelming need for one another. As they tumbled over the edge together, their bodies shuddering in ecstasy, they were lost in each other.

And when it was over, Durge collapsed on top of Gortash, panting and covered in a mixture of sweat and blood. For a moment, they lay there, their bodies entwined and their breaths syncing, their hearts beating as one.

But as passion gave way to exhaustion, reality began to creep back in. 

Durge couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. This wasn't how things were supposed to go.

"Enver," they whispered, running their fingers through his sweat-drenched hair. "What are we doing?"

Gortash didn't answer immediately, instead choosing to pepper kisses along Durge's collarbone. But when he finally did look up at them, there was a glint of something in his eyes – something that made Durge's heart clench with longing.

"We're living in this moment," Gortash said softly. "And isn't that all that matters?"

Durge pulled away from Gortash, sighing heavily as they struggled to regain control of their thoughts. They pulled the remnants of their clothing back on.

"I can't do this anymore," they said finally, tears threatening to spill from their eyes. Durge realized that they had been searching for an explanation, a reason to justify their feelings. But the truth was that they loved Gortash, whether they wanted to admit it or not, but that love would only bring destruction.

Gortash reached out for them, but Durge stepped back out of reach. "Please," he pleaded. Durge wanted to believe in this connection, to bury themselves in this feeling and ignore everything else – but deep down, they knew it couldn't last forever.

 "No, I can't keep going back and forth between hating you and wanting you," Durge shook their head, their voice barely audible. "I need to find my own path, away from all of this darkness. I can't let you pull me back in." Gortash's expression hardened, a hint of betrayal hiding behind his eyes. "I am not going to follow through with the plan," Durge whispered. "I will destroy the Netherbrain and protect Baldur's Gate."

Shadows fell across Gortash's face, his voice soft and emotionless. "Very well."

Before they could respond, there was a loud knock at the door followed by a Banites booming voice. "Gortash!" They shouted. "You are needed at the foundry!"

Gortash let out a heavy sigh before getting up from the bed and quickly throwing on some clothes.

For a moment, they looked at one another, the air now heavy with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.

As Durge retreated from Gortash's grasp, they couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for what they had just done. But they also knew that they couldn't go back to the way things were, not without endangering their own sanity.

As they made their way back to their own camp, Durge took a moment to bathe and wash away the remnants of their love. They knew that they would always carry a piece of Gortash with them, but they also knew that they needed to move forward and forge their own path.

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wolfYLady: This unexpectedly became a series of snippets. I love Durge and Gortash.

If you liked what you read, please comment, I am always looking for new ideas and appreciate the support.

Part 1 - Part 2

[llovekami]

dark red / diluc r.

things in this chapter include: soft diluc, soft sex, unprotected sex, masc reader but no pronouns specified, crying (not dacryphilia), intoxicated sex, sub reader, angsty-ish smut

his hands trembled as he saw you walk through the gates of mondstadt. it was too much - he had gotten over you, so why were you back? why had you come back? 

your steps echoed in his head. he watched as your hair bounced as the wind blew through your hair, eyes flickering around as you observed. mondstadt had changed since the last time you had been here, which was when you were merely a teenager. you had met diluc years ago - his fiery red hair is what initially caught your attention, but his personality had you hooked. he was so sweet, despite his quietness and despite his reluctance to even be friends with you. he had lost too many. you had spent nearly every day together - and when you had announced you’d be moving to sumeru for the next 7 years. he had tried desperately to convince you to stay, to convince your parents to stay, but when he had saw you with your suit cases and a sorrowful and sad look in your eyes a few days after, he knew it was too late. now, you were 20. you had returned with a better looking suitcase, your clothes tucked and dressed nicely. his hands were clammy as he found every way to avoid you, just hiding inside his winery until he had saw, through the window, that you had left. he had worked for hours, he knew that you’d hated wine. why would you come into a wine industry if you hated wine? and when the moon had just began to rise and the sun began to fall behind the trees, the bell above his entry door had rang, and you stood with a sad smile. “diluc.” you breathed, and it was almost hard to say his name without crying. he stared at you, almost upset that you had remembered his name - remembered his presence. he sucked in air through his teeth. “hello.” he uttered, avoiding your eyes.  “i missed you, you know. i-” his eyes snapped back to stare at you, laughing as he shook his head. “but you still left. i told you not to talk to me if you weren’t going to stay in mondstadt, i had lost too many.” he huffed out, brows furrowed as you sighed. “we both know i didn’t have a choice, diluc. stop making me out to be the bad guy n’ fucking listen for once.” your voice. it was so soft, so whimsical, so angelic. it had reminded him of the wind at some point, but the harsh tone you wore reminded him of a tornado, wind too fast, too harsh.  he cleared his throat. “right.” you sighed, taking a seat and taking off your coat. “just something sweet and easy to drink.” you muttered, and he chuckled. you hadn’t changed. he grabbed a little thing of grape juice, pouring it into a cup with just a hint of wine hidden along inside of it.  the night continued, and the more you had drank the stronger it became. a heat waving over your body, your sleeves rolled upwards as you chuckled. “yeah? all of that happened in just a few years?” you uttered, voice slurring as he nodded. the door had been locked, and the blinds on the window had been shut entirely to block out the outside word.  you watched his hands - gods, his hands. so pretty. you ran your hands over every little visible vein that you could see, tapping his fingers against the hard wood. he watched your little hands barely trace over his, and goosebumps seemed to form. “like them?” you nodded. you looked up to him, eyes clouded as you softly dragged your nails upwards, resting your hand on his shoulder. “missed you s’much, y’know. didn’t think you’d still be in mondstadt.” you uttered, causing him to sigh dreamily. “of course i’m here. i’ve got a business to run.” “yeah?” and your hands trailed to cup his cheeks. he leaned into the touch, his breath barely fanning over your lips as he hummed in agreement once more, nodding with a little smirk ghosting over his lips. and just for a moment, the world and time seemed to stop as your lips barely grazed over his, pressing a wanting, a needing kiss over his lips. and he kissed back. something you didn’t expect was for him to kiss back, but gods, when he did it felt like heaven. both hands moved to cup his cheeks, pulling him closer and over the bars counter. he chuckled, removing himself before he walked over to where you were, turning your chair to face him as his hands found home on your hips. your ankles locked behind his hips, lips still greedily smashing against each others. with a whimper, you held him close once he pulled away. “i missed you,” you whined, and the little tears that spilled down your cheeks were washed away comfortingly by his thumb. “i know, i know,” diluc hushed, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he began to unbutton your shirt. “let’s just make tonight last, we can get to the details later, yeah?” he thought of you so much it drove him crazy. pressing hickeys onto your chest, hooking his thumbs underneath your underwear once your pants had came off. tugging them down and sighing dreamily at the sight before him. his own clothes had been partially shed, hair a mess as it was removed from it’s ponytail. it curled and swayed, messy as his cheeks almost barely matched his hair. and for once, it fell silent. you looked at him, the scars he had accumulated over the years, the eyebags that were heavy under his eyes. the little freckles that were dotted along his flustered cheeks, and he admired you in the same way. and the first thrust, the first time he bottomed out after you two had your moments of admiration, it felt so sweet. dark red strands of hair fell in front of your face, bodies covered in slick and shine. he moaned, his eyebrows furrowed as you held onto his tan body. he pressed kisses to your neck and jaw, the only sound available is each others moans and the sound of skin against skin. “don’t-” he began, panting, “don’t leave me again, please- i need you to stay, need you t’be mine.” he whined, and for a moment he almost seemed vulnerable. his thrusts grew erratic, his forehead pressing against your chest. “i belong with you, ‘n only you,” you chuckled, your own chest heaving as your moans barely overpowered your words. “fuck- wait, fuck, i’m gonna cum,” your voice was airy, whiny as he nodded with a laugh. his own hand grabbed softly at your own length, slowly moving in sync with his thrusts. “cum f’me, pretty. come on, fuck!” he came with a strained groan, your own cum coating his hand as he let the both of you ride out your shared high. “only you, darlin’. only you.” you uttered, head tossed back as you tried to catch your breath. “you’re mine, mine.. i love you, i missed you.” he whimpered, and now his own tears slid down his cheeks as he tried to hide it, but the way his body trembled gave it all away. “i know, i know - shh, i love you too, angel. ‘m here now. i’m here for you.”

[lumea-art]

I really hope someone will see it with the community label. A version without the caption is below

Ao3 here

[shintin]

Back to Satoru Gojo train!

I'm writing a quick Satoru Gojo x Female reader, angsty smut one-shot. I need a release for the pain Gege has caused me since that cursed chapter #236, so I'm dragging down you all with me...

PS: I'll try to make this one sadder than Table No.13

[bhaalbabebardlock]

~ Daisies on My Nightstand ~

Masterpost | All Works | AO3 Link

Chapter 99- Aching

Angsty and violent smut!! Please read all tags on AO3!!

Important tags: blood drinking, manipulation, violence, threesome

Summary: NSFW "Shadowheart", Ilara and A!Astarion

Some is below the cut;

the rest can be found on AO3!

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He pulled away from her, crawling down the bed to sit between her legs, whispering something to the not-Shadowheart that had her suddenly moving again, until her and Astarion had switched places on either side of Ilara. His fingers dug into her leg, lifting it to his lips as he ran his nose along her thigh, Shadowheart pinning her wrists down to the bed and leaning down to kiss her again.

She wanted to wrench the pleasure out of her chest and cradle it in her palms, hold onto it forever. The ache of what she was trying to pretend made her stomach burn in more ways than one as Astarion's teeth sank into her thigh, Shadowheart's tongue slipping into her mouth. She was so soft and he definitely wasn't and the contrast of her gentle, soft kisses and his bruising, sharp teeth made heat swell, warming all the aching and frozen things in herself that she had become all too used to.

NSFW below the cut!

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Writing Masterpost

She hardly noticed when his mouth left her thigh, so focused as she was on kissing the girl before her, she bucked when she felt his fingers sliding through her folds, spreading her open, the cold air hitting her as his tongue swirled around her clit. She made an entirely depraved sound as the succubus let go of her hands, hitching the dress that the real Shadowheart would never wear up her thighs. Each new inch of pale skin was like a living miracle; a reminder that she was somewhere because this wasn't really her, he didn't know where she was. Yet. Probably.

She moaned as he flicked his tongue over her clit, greedily sucking it between his lips as she pressed against him, her fists clenching the sheets. She couldn't stop staring at Shadowheart. It's not her. She couldn't stop staring anyways.

“Do you want to taste me, sweetling?” She closed her eyes for a moment, letting herself unhear the words that she would have never said. Not like that, not those. She nodded almost feverishly as she opened her eyes again, watching enraptured as she moved, lowering her pale thighs over her face. Ilara reached her hands up, pressing her fingers into the soft flesh, pulling her down against her mouth and basking in the taste of her.

It was so utterly exquisite, so heartbreakingly rapturous that she wanted to cry, wanted to bury herself here between her thighs where the taste of this desire could almost make her believe it was really her. If she let it sit on her tongue long enough she could almost taste the real her, bursting with citrus and salt and orchids swelling with afternoon sunlight. Such was the magic of a creature who dealt in infernal passion, a living embodiment of the raging inferno that stoked her desire.

The rest of this chapter on AO3!

Daisies Masterpost | All Works

[nymph0cyte]

Worship

Angsty Harringrove smut

TW!! abuse, violence, gore sadism, masochism, degradation , religious themes

Billy wants to be abused. He craves it.

He’s scaling the side of the Harrington home and crawling through the brunettes window.

Steve doesnt give a shit about him. Billy is nothing but a toy to him, simply an object for him to cum in.

As soon as hes hitting the floor of steves bedroom, steve is unbuckling his pants. Its like steve is teasing him, painstakingly removing his belt before shucking his clothes.

Steve barks at him to strip, watching the blonde follow his orders.

Billy is at his feet in seconds, kneeling as steve looms over him. The carpet digs uncomfortably into his knees but he stays put, looking up at steve.

Billy worshiped him. He was rough and uncaring- exactly what billy wants.

“Break me.” Billy stated, staring up at him. He needed to taste blood. He needed to be put in his place. In an act of desperation, needing steve to stop the teasing, he grabbed his hips.

He was pinned to the floor by the throat, a stinging slap settling into his cheek, before he could even register what was happening. Who does he think he is, touching someone like steve, he’s not even good enough to breathe the same air as him.

Billy couldnt help but moan as he was choked. Hes a dirty freak, getting off on his own abuse. He was too caught up in his own pleasure & shame to see the rosary in steves hand.

His mouth was forced open, the cross being forced down his throat. The flavor was divine. He could taste his blood and traces of steves cologne before it was ripped from his mouth, tearing up his airway.

Steve got off him and allowed him to get on his hands and knees. Billy coughed up blood and dry heaved on the carpet, making a puddle of blood and saliva. As soon as he caught his breath though, his face was being rubbed in it, punished like a dog for making a mess on the carpet.

He was yanked up by the hair and shoved onto steves cock, his overused mouth being forced to pleasure him. Every thrust hurt him even more until his wounded throat is filled with cum. He begs him to let him spit or swallow but instead, steve made him hold it in his mouth, blood and cum dripping down his chin, complimented by the tears running down his cheeks.

Now that steve had cum, it was finally his turn. He laid on the bed and steve started slowly & deliberately stroking his cock. The behavior change was always startling, steve went from cruel and violent to gentle & soft, giving him a lazy handjob every time.

The happy ending was always nice but its not why he returns. The sadomasochistic high is why, the purifying violence is why.

[mayskalih]

If there’s one Akatsuki member you would ship Tsunade with, who would that be?

Pein in Yahiko body. Would be very symbolic considering arc where Pein destroys Konoha.

[sciencefantasy93]

Just an angsty, smutty one shot. Please mind the AO3 tags!