#because I was still sore and sensitive from the night before

[squirting-sub]

I had the most earth shattering orgasm last night. She had me sit on her face and made me cum like that. Orgasms from clitoral stimulation always make everything more sensitive after, so penetration feels even more intense. After I returned the favor and made her cum she told me to kneel on the bed and then pushed my face down into the mattress. She spanked me hard and I was already so overstimulated and sensitive from my orgasm that her inserting her fingers and just hitting my G-spot almost made me cum again. She didn't even have to move her fingers, I was so close. Then she started thrusting and made me cum three times before inserting more fingers which only added to the overstimulation. The fourth orgasm was so strong, I was screaming into the mattress and collapsed onto it because my whole body was shaking so hard I couldn't keep myself up. I never experienced an orgasm that strong before and it took me a couple minutes of her hugging me and holding me close to recover and be able to form sentences again.

[ttsukiimi]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ F⍣CK HER ‘TILL SHE SORE!

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⎯ He’s not addicted to your cũnt—he swears. He swears even as he’s forced the fourth ōrgasm out of you tonight; and there’s more to come.

★ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⎯ gojo x fem!reader, toji x fem!reader, choso x fem!reader, nanami x fem!reader, smut (mdni), tit play, multiple örgasms, size difference (choso), slight còckwarming (nanami), reader referred to as (princess, baby, doll, good girl)

✧･ﾟ𝓖. 𝓢 ✧･ﾟ

Gojo didn’t even know how he even initially found himself inside you—it was like one second he was cuddling closer to you as his eyes glued to the tv, then another your leg was hoisted over his waist as he jerked his hips into you repeatedly. Was it his fault? Had he begged you to let him put just the tip in? Yes.

But you had given in, and that in its own was your mistake.

“Stay still, princess, wanna give it to you good,” he whispered in your ear, the way his shaky breath fanned past your neck causing goosebumps to bloom on your skin. You nodded, though it wasn’t a promise, and tried to take each passionate thrust of his girth he gave to you.

You were clutching the couch pillow for dear life, whining as you felt euphoria rock through you so pleasurably for the umpteenth time that night. The movie playing had long been forgotten—only serving as background noise, and to Satoru a nuisance since the sounds drowned out your heavenly moans.

He huffed into the skin of your neck, determined to now make you louder, and a hot slap landed on your left cheek, effectively coaxing a loud yelp from your lips. “Mh—!”

And you were sensitive by then, his seed dripping from your battered cunt, your body shivering and thighs quivering, but even then he was set on urging one last orgasm out of you.

Or two.

Hell, he couldn’t even promise it wouldn’t be three. But he just needed to stay inside of you.

Satoru’s hands came up from behind you before they latched onto your chest, groping your tits as he muttered lewd words in your ear.

“You like when I fucking play with these pretty tits, hm?” He kissed your shoulder, and you felt a smile form against your skin as the only thing you could let out was a weak whine—too drunk on his dick to speak. Satoru groaned at the sound, his lips finding your pulse point as he spoke.

“Always so dumb once I get inside you,”

✧･ﾟ𝓒.𝓚✧･ﾟ

Choso doesn’t have an exact idea of why he loves being buried inside you so much; perhaps it’s the way you sound, the way you feel, or the way you look—tears in your eyes and all—but he does know that he’d die happy if that meant he was inside you in his last moments.

And he absolutely adores every minute that he is.

Because with how much your greedy cunt is pulsing around him, and your manicured nails are scratching red lines down his back, Choso thinks he’s really found heaven. Right between your legs.

“Baby, slow down, Cho,” you whined, your sight obscured with tears though you could still make out the image of his sculpted body over yours, and he’s so big compared to you.

Sometimes he might forget that—but could you blame him though? Anyone would forget about some mere size difference when inside your addictive pussy, and he proved to be that anyone.

Choso leaned forward, and in the process his hair fell forward, framing both yours and his face. His hands ventured up your body and found their place on your chest, squeezing the meleable flesh.

“‘S okay, you can take it,” he mumbled, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, uncaring of the slight drool dribbling from the side of your mouth. With each thrust the course hairs at his base tickled your clit, stimulating you in a way that felt so good your whole body was quivering with pleasure.

“Just..one more, baby,”

✧･ﾟ𝓝.𝓚✧･ﾟ

Sometimes Nanami finds himself wondering just what you do to him, how you’ve changed him in ways he couldn’t himself in the past years you’ve been together. He can't help but smile when he sees your infectious smile, and he melts when he hears your sweet laugh.

But, above all, you've created an addiction in him. One that he seems to think about every waking moment; even at work, and that’s new territory for him.

What’s worse is that you know. Always teasing him about how pussy drunk he is, how he’d really do anything just to be inside you—not like he’s denying that—but he can’t retaliate with the way the tips of his ears burn pink. So, he’ll prove it.

“Kento, what’re you—“ you cut yourself off with an uneven breath, eyes rolling to the back of your head in tandem with the way he pushes himself into you.

His strong arms are wrapped around you, keeping you in place, but he strangely doesn’t begin to move. The reason being—well, he’s testing himself. His resolve, his patience by not moving a single inch, even while being compressed by your tight warmth.

Which is proving to be a challenge already for Nanami.

“Proving to you that ‘m not—“ he halts, groaning and gritting his teeth as you slightly shift, causing a grin to flourish on your face.

“That you’re not what?” you retort, pushing your hips back onto him, taking him in deeper than he already was. Your hand reaches back and caresses his face, cooing above his lips. “Know you wanna move. ‘M not stopping you either, ken.”

You’re so close to his lips Nanami could move an inch and they’d touch, but he won’t, of course. But…when you’re fucking yourself on his cock, moaning out for him to hear, to tease him, Nanami thinks maybe there isn’t anything to prove.

Maybe he is drunk on your pussy.

✧･ﾟ𝓣.𝓕✧･ﾟ

Toji knows of his slight compulsion towards your pussy. His tendency to always want to be inside is truly something that needs to be studied—because there’s absolutely no way his sex drive should be this significant.

Admittedly, he is aware of his addiction, but will he take any action to try to change his behavior? No. That then becomes your problem to tackle, but you have the perfect solution.

“A what?” Toji mumbled, licking the scar on his lip as he creased an eyebrow upwards in confusion. You were sat on his lap, your arms looped around his neck and you began to speak.

“A Sex ban, Toji.” you attempted to suppress your grin when you saw the confusion on his face only deepen, and a big hand came to cup your cheek, forcing you to look at him.

“‘M not for all your little games today, doll. Got a mission tomorrow and y’know what that means.” he sighed, his free hand holding your waist, slowly sliding to the waistband of your shorts and beginning to pull them down.

“But, really baby, we—you need a break.” you protested, but just couldn’t counter back with the way his rough and thick fingers were already playing with your folds, gathering your essence.

Quickly, his lips were on yours and that shut you up, which gave him time to free himself from his sweats and enter you in one, swift motion.

He wasted no time in holding your hips and bouncing you up and down on his cock, a smug smirk on his lips as he looked at the way your eyes rolled back in pleasure. You weren’t one to talk about a sex ban when you could hardly even let him go on a mission for more than 2 days without complaining about how much you missed him and his magic dick.

“Now ya just be quiet and take what I give you, yeah?” he breathed in your ear as his big hands groped your tits, fingers playing with your hardened nipples. The pleasure coursed throughout your body so deliciously, already causing your thighs to begin quivering and your pussy pulsed around him, greedy to suck him dry.

“Good girl,”

[runa-falls]

size kink with miguel 👀

yes, nonnie, of course.

edit: bro, i'm sorry, this got away from me...

cw: smut (18+), size kink, somnophilia, oral (m-recieving), dry (wet?) humping, the big stretch™️, crying ;-;, finger riding, teasing/edging, free-use (miguel hehe), piv, tummy bulge, overstimulation, cockwarming, uhhh i think that's it???

miguel is so big, he could only slide against your pussy during the first few months of dating you 😵‍💫

you're barely able to take him into your mouth, let alone down your throat, but you still try your best, giving him sweet licks against the sensitive head and sucking him in with a soft moan.

he loves watching you. how everything about you is smaller -- and not because you're smaller, but bc he's just insanely big.

he needed to be the one to stop you from fucking him the first time. you were so desperate to get him inside of you, convincing him with breathy whines that you can take it, you'll be good for him + stretch out as much as he needed.

though he thoroughly prepped you, he could barely push himself into you and as soon as his tip breached your entrance, you cried out and he could barely move.

he had to grit his teeth when he felt how hot and tight you were, almost losing control when you fluttered around him from the intensity of stretch. he slowly pulled out with a heavy groan, eyes blazing red and claws ripping into the mattress next to your head.

he let you pout, whine, and beg for him to try again, but he wouldn't give in. he was too scared of hurting you.

you mewled and writhed in his arms, whining about how you crave being stretched and filled. the only way he could sate you was by plunging two fingers into your cunt, rubbing relentlessly against your g-spot until you're shaking in his hold.

of course, he makes up for his refusal to fuck you.

miguel is a sweet boyfriend: he'll let you grind your naked body over him at any time of the day until you're seeing white and cumming against him, completely soaking his sweatpants as tears spill from your eyes.

he lets you tease him as much as you want, sliding your dripping pussy over his cock until he's unbearably hard and spurting precum all over himself.

he even lets you ride his fingers, letting you take his arm away from whatever he's working on so you can comfortably roll your hips over him and grind your clit against the palm of his hand.

when he finally does fuck you, it's impossible to get him away from you (not that you mind). miguel is mesmerized by how well your smaller body can take him. how you squeeze around him so sweetly, gushing and trembling as he moves against you.

he loves seeing the outline of cock pressing against your tummy, how he can literally see himself move into you as your body struggles to make enough room. he pushes down on it and you get infinitely tighter. his scarlet eyes stares up at your euphoric expression, pretty lips shaped into an O for him as your eyes roll back with pleasure.

miguel, as spider-man, has no refractory period. usually, he'd stop after two or three rounds, but now that he's felt your molten heat over him, the way you shudder around his cock when you cum, he can't get enough.

even when you're filled to the brim with his cum, he still hard inside of you, fucking you harshly until you're dripping everything onto the sheets below you.

<cw: somnophilia>

sometimes you're so exhausted, so delirious with pleasure, that you pass out while he's still rutting into you. the first time it happened he freaked out a little, hoping he didn't push you to far. once you gave him the green light to continue, so turned on by the fact he can fuck you to sleep, he doesn't hesitate to take you all the way.

you regularly wake up with a pleasant soreness between your legs. miguel makes sure to show you extra soft loving in the mornings, cooing about how sweet and pliable you were the night before. sometimes you wake up and he's still inside of you, face cutely nuzzled against the back of your neck.

UM ANYWAY-- 🫠👀

[yearning-for-autumn]

So, here is my humble request 👀:

Reader is afab Illyrian, got her wings clipped (because we hate this tradition that’s why and because I am too much into enemies to lovers) and the Bat Boys consider her something close to a little sister.

When Eris was making a deal with the NC to get their help to kill Beron and that shit, his bond snapped with reader.

Obviously problematic for him because he has been insulting Illyrians since his mom popped him out about 500+ years ago.

So…bonus points for: smut obvs.- go as filthy as you like, Lucien absolutely mocking Eris for FUMBLING desperately to get his charm going, reader being oblivious.

I hope this sparks some ideas and creativity 🥰🤞🏻

Would That I -- Part 1

A/n: This was too good not to make into a multi-part fic, so expect more soon. Smut will be coming!

Pairing: Eris X Illyrian!Reader

Warnings: Allusions to smut, pining, mentions of mental health

Word Count: 3,638

Summary: You hate him. You hate the very thought of him. And yet he's your mate. The Mother has a cruel sense of humour.

Part 2 Part 3

Fury rippled through your body like a forest fire. You were livid. And Cassian had the nerve to laugh at you. Well, stifle a laugh. Rhysand was watching him with a worried look as he tried to give him a silent warning to stop. This progressed to warning him mind to mind when you got up from the sofa, flinging a pillow so far it almost landed into the fireplace. Azriel flinched.

“Him!?” You seethed, finally breaking the silence you had kept since your return from that damned High Lord meeting. Cassian snorted softly and you rounded on him with a deathly calm. Rhys made a small noise in the back of his throat.

“Is this funny to you, brother? I’m shackled to that evil, pompous, ginger-haired freak and you’re laughing?” His smile had dropped and a look of fear was quickly overcoming his rugged features. You stepped closer to him, your finger in his face. “Don’t sleep too deeply tonight.”

Rhysand cleared his throat.

“Look, this doesn’t have to be the end of the world. You don’t have to accept the bond. We can make sure you never see him again.” The bond snarled through you at that and you growled.

“Sure Rhys, because you were so calm when you found out Feyre was your mate.”

His brow furrowed.

“So you want to be with Eris?” The name seemed to physically disgust him. Azriel scoffed, abruptly rising from the sofa and marching out of the room. Cassian eyed the doorway in his wake. You turned to Rhys.

“No!” You groaned in frustration, pacing up and down on the carpet like a caged animal. Cassian’s eyes darted between Rhys and you. Finally deciding to break things up he manhandled you into a hug. You fought it for a few moments, before giving up and collapsing into your brothers embrace, hot angry sobs wrenching through you. Rhys took this as his cue to leave, and winnowed—probably to his office—out of the room. Cassian rubbed soothing circles on your back, careful to avoid your wings that were ever more sensitive after the clipping.

You were clipped at thirteen, which is how you had come to live with the three brothers. In Windhaven, they clipped your wings the day you started your cycle. Once grounded there was no escaping your duties, nor any chance to leave the camp. Unless, of course, you had grown close with the High Lord’s son, who had a mother with a habit of collecting strays.

You were there through all of it, the highs, the lows, and Morrigan’s tumultuous relationship with one Eris Vanserra. The male you were now mated to.

---

In the Forest House, Eris was pacing. His throat was still sore from the memory of Azriel’s scarred hand, and his cheek burned from the slap that had earned him from his father. But all of that had been overshadowed. He knew as soon as he saw you. His heart had lurched in his chest so hard he had thought he might throw up. You were the most beautiful female he had ever laid his eyes on. And of course, you were from the Night Court. The Mother truly did have a cruel sense of humour.

You had walked in, looking as arrogant as the rest of them, sharing a secret smile with the shadowsinger before sitting down next to the High Lord. Eris, next to his mother, couldn’t rip his eyes from you. Your doe eyes, sharp and intelligent captured his attention first. He wanted nothing more than to get lost in them, to find out everything about you: What you liked to read, your favourite food, how best to pleasure you and have you screaming his name. He was pulled from his fantasies by your wings. Cauldron, your magnificent wings. Their beauty stole breath from his lungs as they unfurled, getting comfortable on the chair. You had smiled at Feyre, warm and supportive, and Eris knew he was utterly lost.

He finally stopped his pacing, locked inside his room, and sat down on the edge of his bed. He sat there, holding his head in his hands until he heard the scratch of claws at the door. Getting up with a weary sigh, he opened it only to be knocked to the ground by his oldest and most loyal smokehound.

“Cheddar.” He chided as she licked his face excitedly. “Cheddar Biscuit.” He said, sternly, and she leapt off of him, waiting by the door expectantly.

“Yes alright, I suppose it’s time for a walk.” Cheddars tail thumped faster against the door frame and Eris couldn’t help the smile that grew. “Go and fetch your brothers and sisters then.” He said, grabbing the leashes off the wall. A walk was one way to clear his mind.

---

As you had predicted, Rhys was holed up in his office when you went looking for him. He barely looked up at you as you entered.

Rhysand’s office was always meticulously organised, but as you came up behind his chair you noticed how messy his desk had become. Letters and notes were piled on every inch of space, his childhood stuffed bat sitting atop one pile as a makeshift paperweight.

He loosed a breath.

“We are going to war, Y/n.” He said quietly, and any thoughts of Eris Vanserra eddied from your mind. Rhys looked up at you with bloodshot eyes. Guilt coursed through you for ever caring about something as trivial as a mating bond when you and your brothers were set for battle. You had only just got Rhys back from under the mountain, only to potentially lose him again.

“Is it certain?” You asked, leaning down to rest your head on his shoulder.

“Yes.”

“Is Cass--?”

“Leaving for Windhaven by first light.” He answered.

“Ok.”

Rhys turned, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. He knew what you were thinking, though you wished you weren’t.

“Eris is an awful male, Y/n. You know I could never support the bond between you. Azriel is...well, I’m sure you already know.”

You did. The moment he had stormed out of the room you had known this was the beginning of a negative spiral for Az. Not to mention the upcoming war. You stood up straight.

“That being said.” Rhys continued. “Eris is ensuring Autumn allies with us against Hybern. There is a certain political advantage to the match.”

You scoff.

“Like there was with Mor?” Rhys turned green. “What did Eris bargain for in return for Autumn’s support? What did you trade away, Rhys?”

Rhysand looked every bit five centuries old when he turned to you.

“Our support in his bid for the throne. Whenever that may be.”

Hatred for the male burst anew in your gut, fiercer still now that you were mated to him.

“That power hungry bastard.” You spat.

Rhysand sighed.

“He could never deserve you, starlight. I will make sure that he never sees you again. I will not lose another sister.”

---

It wasn’t until midnight that you saw Azriel. The last of your brothers to approach you. He let himself into your room, waking you, tattered blanket draped around his shoulders. Rhys’ mother had sewn it for him years ago, before you had come to live with them. It had helped him through many hard nights. So much so that it was threadbare and faded. Rhys had enchanted it not to break further as a solstice gift one year.

You sat up worried.

“Az? Are you ok? You didn’t—”

“No,” He assured, and you relaxed against the pillows, “I’m ok.”

You shuffled over in your bed to make space for him, and he laid next to you, blanket over the both of you.

“I hate him.” He said into the darkness. “I hate what he did to Mor. I hate everything he stands for. I will not let him have you.” He declared.

You snuggled up to your eldest brother.

“I don’t know why you all seem convinced I’m going to somehow fall for this prick.” You said, and he snorted. “I hate him as much as you do.”

Azriel tucked you under his arm.

“I know.” You smiled tiredly, somehow understanding the words Azriel left unsaid. The words Rhys had been able to express. Azriel’s shadows settled over your heart, confirming, and the two of you fell asleep.

---

Months later, Eris sat in a tent, head between his legs to stop from throwing up. Thousands were dead. Thousands more were surely destined to die. Two of his brothers, and his mate, fought on the battlefield.

He only had a moments warning before he was violently sick into a bucket.

Asher, his youngest brother before Lucien, chose this moment to enter his tent unannounced, scowling at the sight of Eris hunched over and retching.

“Can’t handle the bloodshed, brother?” He teased, though he sat next to Eris and put a warm hand on his shoulder. The gaping wound on his neck was healing quickly, as it should with the High Lords power coursing through his veins, but the sight of it set Eris off again. He heaved into the bucket, choosing to ignore the gagging sound Asher made.

“Eris you need to pull yourself together. Father is only a tent over.”

Eris rolled his eyes.

“Just show me your plans, Ash.”

“I don’t know, maybe I’m better off keeping them to myself, seeing as you’re battlesick.” Asher grimaced when Eris finally sat up and pushed the bucket away from him.

“Asher.” Eris’ voice held all the command of General, and eldest brother. Asher groaned petulantly as he handed over the plans.

In Eris’ opinion, not that Beron took any heed, Asher should never have taken on as much responsibility in this war. After Ceres had died, Ash had taken over as Eris’ right hand. Ceres had been more naturally suited to the role, Beron’s bloodlust had run as deep as his bones, and he had a sharp mind for strategy. Eris still mourned the boy he had raised—a quick witted, chess loving, boisterous child—but he had to accept, he had lost Ceres long before he had died. And Eris wasn’t keen on losing anyone else. Asher wasn’t comfortable with a sword, the gash in his neck clear evidence, and he had a wife and child that weakened his resolve. This is what Eris had to work with. And he had a job to do.

He let Asher discuss his plans, though he was unable to rip his mind from providing a hundred different ways that he could die, that Ash or Lucien could die, that you could die.

It took every ounce of training ingrained in him not to falter in his attack the moment he had caught sight of you, fighting your way through the onslaught, Mor by your side. Cauldron, you were ethereal. Your silken wings were spread as if they could carry you into the air, though he had long since guessed that they could not. You cut through your enemies with a frightening ease. Catching his eye, you hesitated just a second, then your face had turned to rage and the next Hybern soldier to cross your path had been beheaded so brutally that even he had to avert his gaze.

When he had looked back up, you were gone, lost in the chaos.

Asher sighed,

“You’re not listening.” He said, and Eris had the decency to feel bad. He looked at Ash wearily.

“Come back in the morning. I’ll be more attentive.” Ash just peered at him over his notes.

“It’s her isn’t it. It’s Y/n.”

“Yes.” Eris said, lacking the energy to lie.

“She’s Night Court. She’s not one of us. One day you’ll find a nice Autumn girl to marry and when you’re High Lord she can pop out a few Autumn court babies.”

“She is my mate.” Eris growled.

“Mate’s aren’t always meant to be Eris. It’s only a biological match, not a political one. When you find an Autumn Court lady you’ll wonder why you ever spent time worrying over some Night Court harlot.” Eris snarled, despite himself. His brothers words were wrenched straight from Beron’s throat and he wouldn’t stand for it. Not from Asher. Not from his kind, loving Ash.

“Get out.” He said. Asher looked surprised, and—Eris was pleased to see—ashamed. He made no moves to leave, so Eris repeated himself, sharper this time.

“Get out.” He snapped, “Come back in the morning with more sense.”

Asher, chastised, fled from the tent, and Eris buried his head in his hands. What use was there protecting you from his brothers when it was certain your own said the same about him. There was no denying the cruel twist of fate the Mother had pulled on the both of you, destined to crash and burn. He imagined you in your own tent, laughing at the thought of him speared on another males sword. Mor sat next to you whispering all the terrible things he had done that day, terrible things to twist your mind and poison the very notion of him. He was too late, he was nothing but soot in the deep pit of your heart, choking the both of you.

He felt blindly for the bond, and found it, rotten.

---

The war was over, but the scars it had left were red raw and bleeding. Rhys had died. Your brother. The one who had sheltered you, loved you, given you a home and a family for a few agonising minutes had been gone. Gone. And yet that Cauldron damned bond had been chafing in the back of your mind. You sat in your bedroom riddled with guilt as it plagued your mind. Eris. Eris. Eris. He infested your mind, your senses, you were consumed by the very thought of him.

Walking through the streets of Velaris had started to feel claustrophobic, being around anyone beginning to suffocate you. You felt safer on your own. Recently you had taken to sheltering in your room, only emerging to eat. Your brothers eyed you with poorly concealed worry every time you walked, ghostlike, through the house, shuffling to the kitchen to fix a plate of leftovers then retreat hastily to your safe space.

Nesta was struggling too, after the war. It had left its scars in all of you. You could feel Cassian’s heart breaking the day Rhys sent her away with him, but all you could think about was whether your brother would do that to you. You thought you knew the looks he gave you.

Disgust.

What use was a flightless Illyrian female, who couldn’t train, couldn’t talk, couldn’t think. He was dead. Rhys was dead. And then he wasn’t. Why were Seren and your mother not afforded the same luxury. You grieved, and cried, and screamed. It truly was a sick thing, to use to the miracle of Rhys’ living to guilt yourself into believing there was hope for them. But then, everything in your mind had twisted of late.

Nesta began training. Nesta began healing. And you were stuck in your room.

Every morning without fail, Azriel came to check on you. He stroked your hair until you woke up, then retreated when you once again rejected his invitations to join them. The Valkyries, they were calling themselves. You would have been proud of Nesta if you could feel anything anymore.

Occasionally, you could feel a light tug on the bond, on the shackles that kept you bound to Eris. The first few times you had thrown up. Now it was little more than an annoyance. You were his dog, disobediently pulling your leash as you fell further and further into nothingness. His face in your mind was as cold as it had been on the battlefield as he yanked you back, choking you. You spluttered. Standing weakly, you made your way down to the kitchen, setting water on the stove to boil.

“Sister.” Cassian’s voice rang out behind you and you flinched, dropping your teaspoon. He bent to pick it up and set it down on the counter. “Azriel says you’ve been ignoring him. You’ve been ignoring all of us.”

You shrugged, the familiar pang of guilt squeezing your chest, making it difficult to breath. You braced both hands on the counter top, taking a ragged breath. Cassian was beside you in a heartbeat, holding you in his arms.

“Y/n, I’m worried about you. We all are.” He squeezed you closer to him, closer than you had allowed anyone in months. “Come and stay with Nes and I. Az is a terrible chaperone, and I need to see you. You could be wasting away down here and I wouldn’t know until it was too late.”

You shook your head, though you no longer knew why you resisted him. Your body melted against him, muscle memory taking over as he enveloped you in his wings. You swore you heard him sniffling as you hugged him back.

“Please, y/n.” He said, voice shaking. It didn’t take much more convincing.

A few days later, Rhys was helping you unpack your bags in your new room in the House of Wind. You took the room next to Azriel, who—Cassian had explained—was falling into bad habits again: Not eating, not sleeping, waking up in a cold sweat when he did finally drop off. Cassian wasn’t doing as well as he wanted you to believe, either. Twice in the following week you woke up to find him taking things from your room. And once, when you had floated downstairs in a miserable haze, you found him throwing up in the kitchen sink, an empty plate that had once held a batch of Elain’s cookies sitting on the table.

Nesta had dragged you to Valkyrie training a few times, and whilst you were beyond their current skill level, it had taken your mind off of things. Cassian’s eyes gleamed with pride everytime Nesta mastered an attack or a block. He touched her affectionately, he teased her, he lingered as she passed to breath in her scent. Watching them together was as painful as it was sweet. How simple love could be.

Would that you could be half as lucky.

Slowly you were emerging from your shell. You could smile again. Nesta invited you to read with her and the Valkyries, and in the silence you found firm friendship. Emerie was a gift from the Mother herself. You bonded instantly, both of you clipped, grounded, but neither broken. Many late nights were spent talking, about books, your brothers, or about Eris. Nesta, Emerie and Gwyn knew little of the Autumn prince, but you appreciated their outside perspective on the bond. It was still a bitter taste in your mouth, but it was becoming more bearable with each passing week.

---

There was a ball approaching in the Hewn City and Rhys had asked Nesta to attend. Not long after, she asked you to join her.

“I can’t do this alone, Y/n, please.” She said one night, sitting at the end of your bed. You bit your lip, unsure.

“Eris will be there.” You said.

“I’ll be the one dancing with him. Rhys wants him falling madly in love with me. He won’t look your way, I promise.” Nesta said. You knew she meant well by that. You had never wanted him anywhere near you before. But something about her oath left a sting. You frowned, which she took to mean you were still unconvinced.

“Please, Y/n. My sisters will be there, Rhys will be there. I’m not ready to face them all on my own, not yet.”

And so you found yourself stood atop the stairs the following week, draped in a black dress with a slit so high up one side your whole leg was practically exposed. The back scooped so low the dimples at the bottom of your spine peeked over top. You were devastating. Death in midnight silk. Rhys’ smile was that of pure brotherly pride as you walked down the steps, your hair pinned in braids and curls.

Nesta stole your breath away as she appeared in the hallway, but it wasn’t your gaze she sought out. You looked towards Cassian and could have sworn he was drooling. Eris would be blind-sided by her, of that you had no doubt.

In the Hewn City, they danced like lovers. Nesta as dangerous in the ballroom as she had become on the training grounds. Every move was calculated, every parting of her lips a dance of the mind, designed to ensnare Eris in her dastardly web. Eris was caught. And you burned.

Standing next to Azriel, heat rolled off you in waves. He took a step towards you, perhaps to offer you a drink, but found something in your eyes to make him change his mind. You hadn’t taken your eyes off of Eris all night. He was sinful. A courtier and a Prince. His hair pooled over his shoulders, one strand to the front neatly braided. You reminded yourself that this was the male that left your cousin for dead at his Court border. Biting your lip, your mind wandered to see yourself lying prone beneath him as he stood, smile widening, cock hardening in his—

“Get me a drink.” You ordered Az. He raised an eyebrow.

“What’s the magic word.”

“Azriel.” You growled, and he turned on his heel. Your eyes stayed pinned on Eris as he led Nesta across the dancefloor in a tantalizing waltz. His gaze finally met yours, and you saw a fraction of surprise before his emerald eyes darkened. He licked his lips, eyes locked with yours as he leaned down, and pressed a kiss to Nesta’s neck.

A/N: I have to thank @fandomsmultiverse for talking to me and giving me about 100 ideas to flesh this story out, I really hope you like it! There will be a part 2 coming soon! I wouldn't just leave you on a cliffhanger like that. We will see more of Eris and Reader interacting, and maybe.....some smut...

[7ndipity]

Sweet Morning

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Just a lil thing about Yoongi looking after his S/o when they wake up sore after a particularly intense night together.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: slightly suggestive, implied smut, implied drinking, swearing, mentions of bruises, bathing? not proofread

A/N: I’m back! Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I decided to stick with Yoongi for this one, but if you’d like similar blurbs for the other members, let me know! This turned out a lot softer(and longer) than I planned, but I couldn’t help it, I love sweet caregiver Yoongi 🥺(also, I wrote part of this at like 4am, so I’m sorry if it’s eh)

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At first, you thought the late morning sunlight was what woke you, managing to shine through a gap in the curtains directly in your face and pulling you from the cozy cocoon of sleep. The shifting weight of the bed behind you though proved otherwise, a sleepy grin spreading across your face as you felt a familiar pair of arms slip around your middle, a set of warm lips leaving a trail of soft kisses along your bare shoulder.

“Morning.” Yoongi rasped, his voice somehow even deeper first thing in the morning.

You hummed contentedly, memories of the night before flickering back through your mind as you stretched.

Yoongi’s lips somehow never leaving yours for more than a moment as you’d fumbled through the front door and to the bedroom, clothes hastily discarded in your wake, tasting the whiskey he’d drank at dinner on his tongue. Falling back on the bed with him, desperation making each touch somehow feel a thousand times more potent, swallowing each other's moans as you rode out wave after wave of pleasure til you were both too exhausted to continue, falling asleep still clinging to one another.

Yoongi’s feather light touches pulled you back to the present, in stark contrast to the night before as his lips drifted up the side of your neck.

"What time is it?" You asked sleepily.

“Late, but I have the day off.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the faint purple mark that was forming just below your ear. “What do you want to do today?”

“I think this is pretty good,” You replied happily, rolling over to face him, but pausing midway as you winced, hissing slightly at the pain in your lower half.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, brow furrowing in concern.

“I’m just a little sore from last night.” You said easily, trying to pull him in to connect your lips, but he pulled back, looking down at you with growing alarm.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked, sounding horrified.

“What? No, Baby, I’m fine.” You quickly tried to convince him, but he sat up, gently tugging the blankets away from your body.

“Fuck.” He whispered.

Your skin was littered with hickeys and marks from him, some faint and barely discernible, others blooming in deep shades of red and purple.

He didn’t remember leaving so many marks, but when he was with you, it was like his brain shut off. All he could remember was the taste of your skin and all the sweet noises you made every time he’d dragged his teeth across your flesh.

His frown deepened as his eyes landed on the marks that decorated your hips and thighs, faint imprints of his fingers evidence of his vice-like grip on you from the night before.

He traced a finger over the marks, causing you to wince slightly, shivering from sensitivity. His attention snapped back to your face.

“Fuck.” He repeated, looking at you sadly. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

“Yoongi, I’m okay, really.” You tried to reassure him, trying not to grimace as you sat up, but he just shook his head.

“I shouldn’t have been so rough with you.” He said.

“I wanted you to be rough.” You reminded him, catching hold of his hands to pull him closer. “Did you once hear me complain last night?”

He shook his head again.

“Exactly, because there was no reason to. Everything about last night was amazing.” You said, caressing his face gently. “You made me feel so good, you always make me feel so good."

He smiled faintly in spite of himself, leaning into you instinctively as you kissed him, his lips dropping back into a frown as he felt you wince again as you tried to press closer to him.

He pulled away, looking at you softly.

“Wait here.” He said, climbing off the bed.

You did as he asked, sinking back into the covers as your eyes drifted closed.

You couldn’t lie, as much as you might have enjoyed the night before, you were beyond tired, your whole body feeling heavy and achy.

You had nearly fallen back to sleep before Yoongi returned, smiling down at your sleepy form for a moment before rousing you gently.

“Come on.” He said, tugging you up from the bed.

He helped you up slowly, wrapping an arm around your waist for support as he guided you to the bathroom, the scent of lavender enveloping you as you stepped through the door.

He’d prepared the bath just the way you liked, even setting a few of your favorite bath bombs out for you to choose from, as well as lighting a few of your favorite candles to further set the mood.

“What’s all this?” You asked, looking at him in surprise.

He didn’t answer right away, focusing instead on helping you slide in, smiling at the way your eyes fell shut as you sank into the warm water.

“Feel alright?” He finally spoke.

“Mmm.” You hummed, looking up at him expectantly. “Aren’t you getting in too?”

“I can, if you want me to.” He said uncertainly.

“I want you to.” You said, shifting forward to give him enough space to sit behind you.

He slipped in quickly, letting you lay back against him as he grabbed a cloth and started to wash you.

Normally, you’d argue a bit with him, just for the hell of it, saying something about how you were perfectly capable of washing yourself, but you let it go this time, enjoying the feeling of his gentle touch.

“Do you feel any better?” He asked after a bit.

“Mhm,” You practically purred. “Thank you.”

“Thank you.” He replied.

“For what?” You glanced up at him quizzically.

He shrugged. “Letting me have you.”

You grinned.

“You know, you didn’t make it out of last night unscathed either.” You said, poking a mark on his neck, making him wince slightly.

“At least I can still walk though.” He said pointedly.

“I can walk!” You argued.

“Like a penguin.” He smirked.

“Yah!” You splashed him, making him laugh. “I thought you were being nice to me?!”

“I’m just trying to keep things balanced.” He said, kissing your temple. “I can’t spoil you too much.”

You pouted, making him chuckle.

“I love you.” he said, pecking your cheek.

“Love you too.”

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[frogchiro]

Omg I lov your blog smm :((

Imagine pussy inspections with Price :(( they can be painful and feel so good

Aww thank you dear <33

No but Price can have a very mean streak that borders on being toxic with both the 141 and you. He's a crazy possessive man that sees you and the guys as his and Price hates when other people think they can get a chance at getting with his precious ones </3

But if on the rare occasion it does happen and someone is brave (or rather stupid) enough to try and have a go at Price's precious girl all hell breaks loose, and that's how we ended up here; the recruit who tried to shoot his shot is now running 40 laps around the base and you're laid out on your back with your legs spread wide open and a furious Price between them shoving his fingers inside you, spreading them and checking for anything out of the norm :((

He knows you're still all sore from the night before where the whole 141 went to town on your and on the morning you were all whiny because your tummy and cunt ached from overuse and John had to chase away a particularly horny and eager Soap who was already starting to grope at you, nudging his head against you and trying to thrust his already leaky cock against your pussy.

Now you're whining again, asking John, your Captain, to please stop, you're so so sore :(( Poor cunt is still swollen from Ghost's thick cock thrusting inside you like a wild animal and as Price is pushing his fingers in and out you, he sees the remaining semen from his boys is still inside you and he can't help but chuckle in delight at seeing his boys breeding you so good <3

Price can be a nasty nasty man with a very mean streak, plus he's a bit of a sadist; loves to see you whine and squirm at the pleasure-pain as he pushes the semen back inside you, rough fingers pushing and prodding at your sensitive inner walls :((

[diejager]

Something crazy lol

How would the monster 141 guys react to hunter sneezing so hard their nose starts bleeding? cold is crazy where I am that this just happened

Cw: weird medical thing, blood, bloody nose, tell me if I missed any.

You caught a fever on the last mission, having to treck through the cold, rural regions of Finland, your bodies victim to the biting frost and staying in an abandoned bunker turned safe house for a few days resulted with that. As a medic - the medic of the Task Force - you knew what to do and what not to do, it was implemented in your training to rid of a cold or small sickness as quick as possible for a weakened body. They naturally flock you like worried mothers once you’re back on base, whenever someone was free, they’d tail you around the base, helping you with things if you had trouble with it because of your runny nose and dazed mind. They became your shadows, a perpetual shape following you from behind or the side.

It was expected from you to help even when you were sick, wearing a mask around people, taking care to avoid infecting others with your strand, and eating farther from your team or in the safety of your room where you wouldn’t worry about sharing the contagion while you ate. You took your medications on a regular schedule, a pill of ibuprofen for the aches, your pounding head, your throbbing joints and general soreness, and acetaminophen for your growing fever. You estimated, from prior experience, that your fever would break a week or two in when you took care to drink water, ate correctly, took your meds and slept regularly, but it persisted. Your fever was like a pest, consistent and stubbornly staying in your system. 

It got to the point that your nose became much too irritated, sensitive to the slightest touch or whenever you sneezed again and again. Your nose pained you with everything you did, and after one too many sneeze, something ruptured. You splattered blood on the inside of your mask after a painful sneeze, a raspy cough following it and a flurry of panic from them. Throwing away any caution and self-consideration for their health to hurry to your side, worried hands pawing at you and whispering their concerns at your sudden bloody nose. 

If they were worried about you before, now they were extremely concerned. Price had you confined to your room, tied down to your bed and left under watch with at least one man by your side, and they ignored every little complaints and huffs you threw at them. Ghost and Horangi had to manhandle you to your bed, laying your head on the soft pillow Alejandro and Rudy went on a hunt for and covering - wrapping you in with how much you struggled against them - you with a thick and warm blanket that Gaz went to the trouble of buying on a sudden whim. 

The sergeants had more time on hand, rerouting to your room so often that they lived with you, entertaining you when you grew bored from reading novels and watching a série or documentary on your tablet. They made you laugh and made your moments less depressing. Ghost and the colonels had less time to visit, but they came whenever they could, always bringing a plate of sweets or a snack to fix your occasional hunger; Ghost with his chip bag, König with his pastry, and Alejandro with his spiced food. Price was the busiest man of the team, glued to his desk and old and used chair, signing paperwork and having to think of a temporary replacement for you, but he still had time to pass at night or after he ate, bringing you a plate from the mess hall. 

You hated being sick, it went against all you stood for and it ultimately made your Task Force worry and fuss about you.

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[3rachasdomesticbanana]

Just Friends II | Han Jisung

Synopsis: The party may be over but for you and Jisung the fun isn't. In the dark confines of his room the real party starts.

Pairings: au Han Jisung x Female Reader

Content Warning: Heavy smut, Oral (F Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Fluff Ending.

Author's Note: This is a continuation of Just Friends. A part two was asked for so here it is. I hope this does part one justice. I tried lol. Please read part one before continuing so that you get more context.

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The house is dark and quiet when you and Jisung stumble through the front door. Not just because of the party still coursing through your body but more so because you can't keep your hands to yourself now that you've gotten a taste of him. He seems to be just as desperate for your mouth as you are for his.

His hands, fuck. His strong hands are everywhere. Gripping your ass, sliding up and under your shirt to get rid of the damned thing that keeps him from seeing your body. The only time he pulls away from your lips is to lift your shirt over your head. Once the two of you are in his room he tosses it somewhere, where it landed, you couldn't care. You pull his face back down to yours, kissing him like you'd die if you didn't. He moans on your lips when your needy hands find their way into his hair and pulls on the soft strands. All the while his fingers make quick work at popping the clasps on your red lace bra and freeing your heavy breasts. When Jisung pulls away from you it's a miracle that you even let him.

“I wanna see you, y/n. I wanna see all of you. I need to.” He tells you. His voice is soft but there's a hint of something more to it. Something so dominating that you have to force yourself to not throw yourself on him.

Stepping back at arms length from you he admires your breast and he practically drools over how big they are. Bigger than he could've imagined seeing them free from their confines. God the amount of times he pumped himself into his fist at night in this very room to the thought of leaving hickies all over your tits.

“Damn I'd let you suffocate me with those babies.” He says and you let out a surprised laugh.

Yup he's still your goofy best friend. Still you're relieved at how nothing has changed between the pair of you. That was your main worry about acting on your feelings. All your worries now however are out the window. Right now you wished he'd just fucking touch you again. You're dying to see what he tastes like, dying to see if you can make him come undone with just your tongue. That would have to wait as Jisung seems to have other things on his mind.

Without warning, he’s leading you backwards until the edge of the bed is at the back of your knees and with a cocky smirk he pushes you backwards onto your ass. You let out a soft oof and he hovers over you chuckling. The way your tits jiggle is a beautiful sight to him and he can't wait to watch them bounce while you ride him into the mattress.

As if you can read his mind, you lick your lips and with your index finger you beckon him but he isn't about to let you have control, not just yet. He's a hungry man going through the midnight munchies and he's got his mind set on something sweet. The only thing that will satisfy his craving is the sweet nectar of your cunt. Jisung gets down between your legs and rips your jeans down off, flinging them into the darkness of his room.

The only light comes from the glow of the full moon through the crack of his black curtains. He unwraps you like a greedy kid unwrapping his first candy bar after a night of trick or treating. You're naked in his bed now and he's looking up at you with such an intense stare. Wide brown boba eyes look at you, his face getting closer and closer to your sore and sensitive sex, thanks to the pounding he gave you fifteen minutes ago. When he's within an inch of your pussy he can still see remnants of his cum inside of you but it doesn't stop him.

“Let me taste you y/n. God I just wanna drink you, devour this pussy until your legs are shaking and you're screaming my name.”

He doesn't wait for your response. Whatever he's seen on your face is all the answer he needs. His tongue is lapping you up and he's teasing you with his thumb in a soft circular motion. The movement reminds you of the days that you and he would be stuck in here playing video games. You'd almost always lose or die, getting so distracted by his hands. The veins and the way he'd flick his thumb over the joystick almost exactly like he's doing to your clit right now.

He's so good at it too that after a minute your head is dropping back onto the mattress and your lids go heavy. Jisungs arms wraps around your thighs lifting them up to rest on his shoulders as he fucks you with his tongue. Pushing it in and out of you, licking you and down like ice cream on a cone. He tears himself away from your heat but his thumb keeps the same rhythm alternating between pressure and no pressure.

“Mmm baby, this pussy tastes so good. Y/n I want you to cum on my tongue. Can you do that for me beautiful?”

“F- fuck Ji. If you keep doing what you're doing, then I'm going to cum right now.” You moan arching your back.

You hear him chuckle and his face disappears once again, diving his tongue past your folds and consumes you. He doesn't stop, not even as your legs are shaking around him and the growls leaving him vibrates through you, only to bring you to your climax sooner rather than later. Your moans get caught in your throat leaving you a panting and crying mess on his bed. As much as he wanted you to ride him, he knows there'll be other opportunities, right now his cock is aching for you. Besides he can watch your tits bounce while he fucks the shit out of you. Your cries almost made him cum right along with you right there on his bedroom floor.

Crawling up onto the bed with you and keeping your legs right where they are, he slips his cock inside you while your body is still going through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Ah, Jisung.” You whine and gasp underneath him, the pressure feels so intense. He feels deeper this way and you feel fuller.

He takes the hem of his shirt in between his teeth and mumbles curses in both Korean and English biting down on the material hard. Just looking at you, so dazed and so thoroughly fucked is like one of his fantasies come to life. He just wants to cum inside you over and over all night. Eventually though, you'll leave his bed and if you two fuck again after tonight, when all logical thinking returns, he won't get to feel you how soft your walls are when they squeeze his cock again. It's why he's trying so damn hard to not cum right now.

He slows down, taking your legs and wraps them around his waist. Leaning down into you he takes one of your aching hard nipples in his mouth sucking and biting down gently and slowly fucks you. Pulling all the way out of you leaving just the tip in, he fucks you like that. Slow and never going more than an inch inside of your cunt while he edges the both of you. When he finally gives you every inch of him again, it's so sudden that you moan louder than you intended. You've tried to be quiet only so that Jisung's nosey neighbors don't over hear you two but fuck… He feels so incredible inside of you.

“Ji… oh God! I'm going to cum, babe. Faster please. Fuck me faster.” You beg.

He can't say no to you, not his sexy girl. He was dying for you to cum again so he could fill your pussy anyway. Resting one hand on the wall and the other beside your head he steadies himself and moves as fast as he can. His thrusts are frenzied, erratic, even a little crazed but he pounds the head of his cock into the sweet spot that has you seeing stars and leaving scratches all down his chest calling his name out over and over.

“Yeah that's my baby. Fuck, I love the way your pussy feels when you cum around me y/n. Ah, gonna fill you up y/n. Fuuuuck!”

His final thrust is so hard, you’re certain he bruised your cervix. It hurts so good and you can feel it when he shoots his seed inside of you. You watch his face as he shoots ropes after ropes of cum inside your throbbing cunt as it contracts around him. This beautiful pained expression on his face as he bites down on his bottom lip. His brows furrowed and his small perfect pink lips part letting his moans and huffs out. As his breathing slows you reach a hand up, brushing his dark hair away from his sweaty forehead. Opening his eyes he smiles shyly, pecking you on the lips, still buried inside of you.

He doesn't want to move, he can't, not until he has to, he wants you again and again. He wants to take his time with you. But time isn't on either side of yours tonight. His parents would be home soon and you needed to be out of there before you two get caught, quite literally with your pants down. Slow kisses however, only stirs up things and Jisung is moving again.

He takes his time like he wanted, fucking you slowly, a lazy pace almost as if he’s making love to you. Your bodies are pressed so close together but it's not enough for him. Jisung wraps you up into his arms, holding you closer, hugging you tighter, moving in and out. Pushing inside of your sloping wet cunt as far as he can. His cum, still warm inside of you, only makes things more slippery, easier to move inside of you with barely any effort.

You feel your third orgasm building up inside of you. Starting from your legs, moving up and up until you come crashing down. Your moans are lost in his kisses this time and when he cums his entire body shakes. Sex with Jisung this way, you feel pleasure all over. He sighs looking down at you and for a second he just holds your stare. Very quietly he whispers, “I love you y/n. Always have since you kicked my ass in dodgeball in middle school.”

When you giggle he groans, feeling your body shake while he's still inside you. His cock is far too sensitive to pull out just yet.

“I love you too Jisung.” You whisper, “Now pull out so we can change your sheets before your parents get home. We've made a mess.”

He chuckles doing what you asked but he doesn't let you go far. He hasn't let you go far since and now as his wife, there's no way in hell that he will ever let you go.

The End♡

[awfcspencer]

Hangover || alessia russo x reader

alessia russo x reader

prompt: Alessia helps you after a night out.

warnings: fluff!

a/n: Happy new year!! Slightly on the shorter side but I wanted to get something up before my work shift. Enjoy!

You knew immediately when you woke up that you indeed had too much to drink last night for New Years, the pounding headache made you painfully aware. You had gone out to the bars to celebrate with Alessia and some of the Arsenal girls to ring in the new year and have a few drinks. Few turned into several for you unfortunately. The light coming in through the window was much too bright and it genuinely sounded like Alessia was simply just banging pans together downstairs to mock you. Your head ached and for some reason your knee hurt a bit too but you weren’t really sure why. Much of last night was a blur. The clock read 9:30, it was already too early for your day to begin.

Luckily, there were tablets and water on your bedside table along with a sweet note that said, ‘Come downstairs when you are up!’ You quickly turn over to take them and suddenly a wave of nausea hits you like a truck, today was going to be a long day. When you finally came to be able to get out of bed, your limbs were sore and your head was still spinning. Your wearing night clothes and it seems like your skin care had been done but you don’t recall doing either.

Making your way downstairs was a challenge, taking each step one by one, legs wobbling a bit. The last thing you need on a day like this is to fall down the stairs. The loud crashes in the kitchen get louder, making you wince slightly. Your eyes feel heavy and are adjusting difficulty to the bright lights.

“Less baby, what are you doing?” you whisper out, voice a little raspy from karaoke last night. You don’t know who convinced you to do karaoke, usually being quite reserved, but after the first song, no one was stealing the mic from you.

“Well look who is alive.” she chuckles out, continuing whatever she was trying to accomplish, incredibly loudly you might add. It looks like she is making breakfast but Alessia was not the designated chef in the relationship, and you both knew this.

Sitting on the kitchen counter, you ask, “How much did I have to drink last night?” pinching the bridge of your nose as you asked, hoping this was all a big funny dream and you hadn’t woke up with the worst hangover ever.

“Babe I think you drank the whole bar out. At one point you were talking to the bartender more than me.” she laughs out. Moving towards you, she places her body between your legs, kissing your temple softly. You relax into her, closing your eyes to try to relieve the tension you felt from your head. You stay like that for a few minutes, not wanting Alessia to leave.

Unfortunately, a sudden wave of burning pancakes makes its way to your nose and you look over and they are indeed on fire.

“Less the pancakes!” you yell out and motion Alessia towards the stove. She quickly runs over and turns the stove off, huffing about.

“Sorry baby, I was trying to make you breakfast this morning because I knew you were going to be hungover this morning.” she cries out.

“Love it’s okay, we can order in yeah? Maybe from the small cafe down the street that we have been meaning to try?” you say to hopefully cheer her up.

A sudden smile is on her face as she looks up their menu and begins to place an order online, asking what you want as you try and decipher what is not going to upset your already sensitive stomach. Because of the long break, Alessia did not have training this week, so that meant you could stay in and just be in the presence of your sweet girlfriend. The food arrived and you sat down to enjoy and get to the bottom of all of the embarrassing things you probably did last night.

“So what occurred last night? I remember getting to the bar, but mostly everything after that is dark.” you sheepishly say out. You usually weren’t a big drinker, but it was New Years Eve and you wanted to celebrate, was that a crime?

“Well it started off by a round of shots, and then Leah convinced you to do karaoke, bribing you with yet another shot, and then at some point I lost count of how many drinks you had had. Half way through the night I tried to suggest maybe we should go home and you kept telling me you had a girlfriend.” she smiles as she recalls the night. She grabs her phone and shows you the videos and photos she took last night. Ones of you and her, ones of you and Leah, and then one that made you laugh as the blood rushed to your cheeks.

“Is that me passed out in the uber home?” you asked, hoping that the photo was someone else, but deep down you knew that it was you.

“That is exactly what that is. It took everything for me to convince you to go home from the bar. I also hate to be the one to tell you this, but you also were asleep before even midnight. I had to change your clothes and do your skin care plus brush you teeth” she says as she recalls the previous night. “You did keep telling me that I was the prettiest girl you had ever seen though.”

“Well at least I did one thing right last night.” you joked out. The pain in your head had subsided a little and with food in your stomach you felt less nauseous, but you were still sore. “Why is my knee sore though Less?”

An immediate laughing jolt takes over Alessia and she tries to get out the words in-between giggles. “When we got home and walked through the door, there was a football in the living room and you ‘tried to be like your striker girlfriend’ and kicked the ball but missed so terribly and fell onto your knee” she laughed out.

“Great just great” you added, glad she was finding this humorous as you for one were embarrassed and ashamedly sore.

“It’s okay baby, it was really cute.” she stated, “Really funny too” she remarked, more giggles taking over her. Hearing her laugh, you would take the painstaking embarrassing moment and soreness everyday if it meant you got to hear that laugh every day.

You and Alessia spent the rest of the day lounging around. You were in no state to do much of anything else and Alessia knew that. You both had caught up on the tv series you were watching together and even made dinner together. When the day was over and you were cuddled up with Alessia in bed, you told her, “I am never drinking again” both laughing together before falling asleep.

[lucysarah-c]

Sometimes I don't think about Levi fucking, but rather in the decorous ritual of the aftermath. I envision a Levi who, after passionately fucking with you as if there were no tomorrow, the veins in his hands and arms popping as he loses control of his strength, overwhelmed by how good you make him feel, how much he desires to give his all, to go deeper, harder, faster. This "before" Levi, utilizing every ounce of his power to make you cum as many times as possible, the "after" Levi of buried between your legs as you squeeze his head and tug his locks slightly painful of how much he's overstimulating you. The "after" Levi of sinking his teeth into any soft flesh he can find on your body, his hands choking you firmly enough to make your head tilts backward.

This "after" Levi is the one who falls asleep after whispering about how much he loves you and how much of a good girl you've been for him that night, only to wake up a few hours later. The room is still dark, he has a significant amount of work to do, and though he wants to stay with you, he knows he won't fall back asleep. This Levi, with messy hair, gently tries to ease out the knots in your hair caused by him, gladly taking responsibility for them. The Levi who quietly moves himself from your side, planting a final kiss on your shoulder before softly kissing your head and ruffling your hair. He can't help but quickly check your breathing, ensuring you're not a dream but indeed there with him. A soft sigh of tiredness mixed with reassurance that you're alive. Like a mother leaving a child in a crib, he carefully removes himself from the bed, adjusting the blankets over your shoulders. His touch is so soft that you don't even notice him leaving due to your tired state.

Once again, the routine of him grabbing loose sweatpants to put on, no underwear because his cock is till too sensitive for all he did—wild sex transitioning into soft kisses. Levi walks to the bathroom to clean himself, avoiding a shower since the plumbing is old and would make too much noise late at night, potentially waking you. This is his love—he is willing to endure being dirty for a few more hours for your sake. He places a hand on the door of the adjoining room, ensuring it doesn't make a noise as he close it to disturb your sleep, before throwing himself into his office chair.

A single candle provides subtle illumination, careful not to disturb you even though you're not in the room. He forces himself to find the willpower to read and work on paperwork, legs wild parted and tilted to the sides, perhaps with one thrown over the desk. 'Cause once again, he's sensitive. If there's still warm water, he might make himself a cup of tea but refrains from going all the way to the kitchen. On other nights, he might light a cigarette and let it rest on his lips—those are the hard days. He works and waits, waiting for an appropriate hour to finally shower, shave, because he's too pale, and his dark hair shows growth quickly. He anticipates seeing you wake up, looking at him, and playfully blaming him for your tiredness and soreness, all the while sporting a silly smile.

"Did you pick up breakfast? Oh, you shouldn't have," you'll say, and he'll complain about your tendency to oversleep. But the truth is, he loves it—him freshly showered, towel around his hips as he picks up his uniform, the tips of his hair dripping, your hair a mess as you move around the room with a cup of tea, bare legs, his shirt on and nothing under. He leaves, off to train the recruits, work, or attend to business, all the while thinking of the ritual of the afterglow, eager to return and find you sleeping in his arms, compelling himself to leave the bed once again.

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[manicpixiedreamcurl]

Headcanon: Sometimes Eddie likes it better when you’re asleep

Warnings: 18+ only, reader is at college, unprotected sex, overstimulation, brief cockwarming, eddie’s miracle recovery period, masturbation, consensual somnophilia, drug use ie consensual smoking of weed that makes you sleepy, objectification & degradation. I think it’s fair to say this falls in the perv!eddie category. Smut immediately under the cut. 

Word count: ~3,200 

A/N: In a tale as old as time, the drabble I had planned is now a think piece.

“It’s like I can’t fucking stop,” 

 You whimper, legs twitching at the next turn of Eddie’s fingers over your sore clit. Your walls are clenching around him rhythmically with each thrust, each drive towards the peak you’ve reached, how many times now? Five? Six? 

You’re already leaking from Eddie’s own high, but letting him stay balls deep and bask in the sticky wet warmth of his cum inside you got him worked up again. Soon his cock was twitching back to life and Eddie’s hips were rolling against your ass. 

He groans, low and long into your shoulder, his torso angled over your back. Eddie’s thighs slap heavily against yours. Your ass is up in the air, letting him drag his cock from your walls and fuck back in until his round head meets that spot inside he loves to find and abuse.

You’re sore, the build still pleasurable but edging increasingly into pain now. Eddie can feel it, the way you’re holding on for him through it all. It makes him harder.

“Miss you so much when you’re away, baby,” he says, moaning through gritted teeth. “Fucking my fist constantly thinkin’ about this pussy, about you under me, yeah-” He cuts himself off with a groan when his words tighten your cunt around him. “Come on,” he says, rubbing your clit faster through your pained whimper. “I know, I know, just one more. Just one more, I promise.”

You sob with it, this high more of an aching twitch than a euphoric wave. But your cunt clenches, gushes a little around Eddie’s cock and that’s what he wanted from you. You smile at the sound of that excited laugh he gives you when he comes, like he can’t believe how good you make him feel. Then a masculine groan, the feeling of him swelling inside and the ropes of wet heat that he buries deep in your hole. 

Eddie laughs again, and presses his face into the curve of your neck to give you a bouquet of soft kisses for your exhausted body. It feels so good like this, when he’s settled inside of you. The feeling of being full without the slam into your spot or the rubbing of fingers at the top of your sex, it’s perfect. You’d let him stay here all night if you didn’t know he’d start up again before you could let yourself rest.

You wiggle your hips and Eddie sighs, humming into one last kiss at the sensitive point where your shoulder meets your neck before he’s sitting up. He massages your lower back and your ass while he pulls himself from you, comforting you through the gross, dirty feeling of your hole gaping and leaking from what he’s done to you. 

“I love you so much,” Eddie says. You glance on your shoulder and those wide eyes are still directed at your cunt. You kick back gently, making contact with his thigh so he’ll look at your unimpressed expression. He grins. “You, too, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes, but laugh while he settles himself back on his pillows. You stretch yourself out like a cat, flat on your stomach, and groan. “God, Eddie, you’re a fucking animal.”

His smile is somewhere between sheepish and proud, then he looks serious. “I miss you so much when you’re not here.”

“I miss you, too,” you say, leaning a little to kiss his warm shoulder. “But I’m here now. Will be till Sunday afternoon.”

“‘n after that?” He asks, because he wants to hear it, even though it’s been marked on his Uncle’s Big Rigs calendar in the kitchen since you left for college at the end of Summer. 

“I have another Friday off at the beginning of next month, then at Thanksgiving I’ll be here a whole week, and even longer over the Holidays.”

“Can’t wait,” Eddie says, sighing happily and closing his eyes at the thought of keeping you in his bed for the best part of a month. When he opens them, your body has relaxed, exhaustion taking over in the few seconds he looked away. It didn’t matter that you were still naked from the waist down, your top still rucked up from his need to paw at your chest earlier. He’s fucked you into a stupor. If he moved just a little down the bed, he’d be able to look at the evidence of it still dripping from your cunt to his sheets. 

“Fuck,” Eddie says. His cock, also still wet from your combined release, twitches against his thigh. He breathes out his nose, glancing at your prone body, the gentle rise and fall of your naked back with each tired breath. “Fuck it.”

As you’re drifting, the wet sound of skin rubbing slick skin pulls you back to reality. Your eyes fight the compulsion to open them, but a soft whine voiced into the quiet room connects your brain to Eddie, and then you’re blinking sleepily at him. 

“Oh, Eddie.”

He’s flushed pink, hair sweaty and pushed back in a heap from his forehead. His hand fucks up and down his cock, pulling those distinctive sounds from the remnants of your wetness and the new drops of cum dripping from his pink tip. He looks kind of miserable. His eyes are wet, his bottom lip is reddening from the abuse of his teeth. “‘m sorry,” Eddie breathes, half whining. Your heart aches. “Can’t stop, when you’re here.”

You coo sleepily in the back of your throat, hating to see him like this. Settling yourself a little more into the pillows, you open your legs. “Come on,” you murmur, watching his unsure expression like he’s scared the obvious invitation isn’t what he thinks it is. “Just be gentle.” 

He springs into action, body crawling to bracket your thighs with his. 

“Thank you.” Eddie uses his hand to latch the head of his cock at your hole. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“Don’t go anywhere near my clit, Munson,” you tell him with a yawn, trying to relax into the initial aching stretch his cock brings, trying to make your body just take it rather than using the friction to build you up. You adjust the pillows under your head and wiggle your toes before settling down again, heavy eyes closing. “I mean it, I can’t come anymore.”

The position is good for this. With you flat against his mattress, he can only fuck forward, can’t angle his hips the way he likes to do to find your spot. His balls press heavy to your clit, but the slow movements of his cock in and out of your cunt prevent the heavy slap that can get you gushing around him. 

“You’re so good to me, baby.” 

He only gets a soft hum in reply. The drag of his cock is a pleasant stroke over sensitive skin. It feels good, like fingers caressing your neck. You’ll be sore tomorrow, stretched out and used. But right now, your body is content at the feeling of Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. Eddie on top of you, Eddie touching you, Eddie deep inside you. 

He stops. “Baby, you’re falling asleep.”

“‘S okay,” you murmur, unable to open your eyes even if you wanted to. “Keep going till you cum.”

Eddie’s cock jumps and he returns to the slow roll of his body into yours. You hum, sigh, and drift away.

The next morning, Eddie is restless. You keep glancing up from your breakfast to find him already looking at you before turning away like he never was. It reminds you a little of the early days, when you were in the process of realising that he had a crush on you, back when you were senior’s together in his second year. 

“You wanna tell me what’s got you all twitchy, Eddie?” Wide brown eyes fix on yours, surprise at the question turning to the expression of somebody knowing they’ve been caught. “Is it about last night?”

“Yeah, um. I kinda didn’t expect you to let me-” He clears his throat, hand coming up as if to make some kind of explanatory gesture, but what could signal the fact you let him fuck you sleeping? His fingers curl at the realisation he’ll have to say it. “You know, while you were falling asleep.”

“While I was asleep, too. Was gone before you came.”

“Shit, man.” He rubs ringed fingers over his pink face while you giggle.

“You liked it, huh?” Eddie nods slowly into his hands. “I mean, that’s okay. Good, really. I know I make you stop before you’re ready, sometimes.”

A doe eye appears in a gap between his right ring and middle fingers. Eddie lowers his hands, watching you curiously. “You uh, you mean I can-” He licks his lips, eyes jumping to catch each point of your face, any clue that you’re insincere. “You’d let me do that again.”

“Sure,” you shrug. “Felt nice. Got you off. What’s the issue?” He’s twitchy again, and you kick him gently under the table to get him to look at you. “What, Eds?”

“What about if you’re already asleep?”

You consider the little clench inside that drew from you, then shrug again. “That’s cool, too. Kinda hot actually, the thought of you just using me like that.”

“Yeah,” he laughs, still sounding nervous, hollow. “Kinda.”

He does it again that night, after he’s already fucked you tired. You know, because while you cuddle into his pillow on your side, feeling sated and nicely sleepy, his hand starts stroking across your thigh. Excitement runs up your spine in a shiver. “You sure?” He asks, soft in your ear, wanting the final confirmation that you’re going to let him do this to you. 

“Yes, Eddie,” you answer. He keeps stroking your thigh, and you realise he wants you gone entirely before he gets started. The thought bounces around your head, settles, then vanishes as you slip into dreamless sleep. 

Eddie is relaxed with you, the next day. He spends Sunday morning wincing at your attempts to play his guitar and making his own attempts at impressing you with the number of grapes he can fit in his mouth. You’re giggly and happy until you have to go early in the afternoon. He holds you for the whole ten minutes before you have to leave, face buried in your chest and legs tangled together. 

When you’re back a couple weeks later, Eddie greets you at the door with a grin, tells you Rick sold him something new. “‘s called ACDC,” he says proudly, presenting a rolled joint before you’ve even even settled yourself down on his bed.

“I just got here. Are you that desperate to get high?”

He shakes his head. “Wanna watch you.”

Your eyebrows come together and you look at the joint with suspicion. “This gonna make me see God, Eddie?”

“It, uh, it’ll make you sleepy.” 

A pause, confusion, then the memory of the last time you were here and the agreement you came to. “Oh.”

He fixes you with a serious look. “You don’t have to.”

“No, I mean- It’s just, the last time, it was after we’d already…”

Eddie nods. “I know. I know but,” he swallows. “I kinda wanna see, you know, how long I can go with you like that.”

The air is thick with tension while your mind runs over exactly what he’s asking you. Eddie’s good at following your boundaries, pushing sometimes to help you realise exactly where they are, but never crossing. If you tell him no, Eddie would just smile and take the joint from you. He’d probably throw it over his shoulder and climb over your body to give whatever’s he’s been saving up. Nevermind that you would still be wide awake and wanting him.

Eddie wants you asleep while he fucks you. Desire moves, heavy and tingling, through your body. “Okay,” you say, reaching out for a lighter. 

Eddie’s shoulders slump with a relieved sigh. Then, as if he’d only just realised what you’ve agreed to, they come right back up again. He’s practically bouncing on his feet. “Yeah?”

“Yes, you fucking perv. Give me the lighter.” He does, and watches with dark eyes as you take a long drag. “Is this gonna knock me right out, or?”

“No, got it cause it’s supposed to be kinda gentle.”

He put thought into this. What strain to get to knock you out sweetly before he fucks your passed out body. You rub your thighs together, feeling your panties start to stick to the lips of your pussy under your jeans. You take another drag, then rest the joint in the ashtray by his bedside. You find the buttons of your jeans, working them down your legs and pulling your socks off in the process. Then you reach behind you to undo your bra and remove it from under your t-shirt, grinning when you throw it at Eddie, who jumps like he was in a trance. 

“Come rock me to sleep.”

He climbs into the bed and lets you rest your whole body against his chest, settling into the warm fabric of his favourite Dio shirt. Eddie hands you the joint again, watches with intensity as you puff at it for a few minutes. “Starting to hit you?”

“Yeah.”

You feel him, hard and wanting against your back. The thought forms more clearly than before. Eddie’s going to fuck you, cum inside you who knows how many times, and you won’t even be aware, won’t remember the details at all because you’re not even going to be awake for it.

Another drag, then you put it out in the ashtray because your mind is settling into that comfy place that will let you drift off. Eddie kisses your cheek, your jaw, your lips. “So good to me,” he says, his voice a mile away. “So good for me, sweetheart.”

You’re sore when you wake up in the morning, the space between your legs still slick and leaking him. Eddie’s sleeping face is a picture of relaxed contentment, his hair tangled and wild like he’d been pulling his hands through it all night. Maybe he was. You certainly wouldn’t know. 

“Hey, pervert,” you say, shaking his shoulder a little until his big eyes are squished closed in protest, then open and blinking sleepily. “You shove your fist up there or what?”

Eddie’s face splits in a grin. “You sore?”

“You know I am.” You also feel the same sated pleasure you normally feel when you wake up in Eddie’s bed. You swallow. “How- how many-”

“Don’t ruin the fun, baby,” Eddie interrupts, reaching out to pull you into his body. “Better you don’t worry your pretty head about it, yeah?”

He eats you out till you’re crying, taking every drop of what he left in you into his mouth before spitting it into yours, face wild and grinning, his hair a messy curtain around you. Eddie fucks you awake the rest of the weekend, doesn’t use your resting body again while you’re there. It only strikes you when you’re halfway back to Indianapolis, fingers tight on the steering wheel, your pussy clenching at the thought-

Maybe he did. 

You don’t spend as much time as you wanted with him over Thanksgiving, stolen away by the responsibilities gifted to you by your Mother’s decision to host the whole family at your house. You clean and decorate and prepare dinner for days, all the time waiting till you can steal away and see your boyfriend who whines to you each night over the phone about how much he misses you. 

You sleep over the night before you have to leave. He lays you on his bed and presses your legs to your chest, smiling the whole time. “So fucking lucky to have you,” he tells you, face pressed to your neck when you’re done. Eddie wiggles his hips with his cock inside just to hear you gasp and feel you hit his chest. He twitches inside before he pulls out, and it’s all you think about as you fall asleep.

“Did you fuck me last night?” You ask him over Cheerio’s the following day. He crunches his mouthful with his eyebrows together, having to cover his face to stop the huge pile he’d shoved in from falling out while he tries to force it down.

“Uh, yeah,” he answers. “Remember? You squirted all over-”

“No, I mean after. When I was asleep.”

“No,” he says with a simple shake of his head. Queue another heap of cereal that prevents him from continuing for the next ten seconds. “We didn’t talk about it before. Wouldn’t do it without that.”

Your sweet boy. You sigh, unclear in your own mind if it’s because of relief or disappointment.

“Did you think I would?” He asks, eyes wide, a little hurt. 

“I didn’t know. I thought I’d, sort of, implied rolling consent.”

“Can’t imply consent, babe.” Another mouthful, his dark eyes set on you. He swallows. “So I have your consent?” You blink. “When you come back. I can fuck you sleeping whenever I want.”

Your head is fuzzy. “Yes, Eddie.”

He purses his lips in a smile, tilts his head. “Can’t wait.”

When school lets out for the Winter, you stay with Eddie in his Uncle’s trailer for a week straight, watching holiday movies and burning four consecutive attempts at batches of gingerbread. Each night, he cuddles you tight in bed to fight against the encroaching cold. You always open the windows at night, liking it freezing in the room, warm under heavy covers. 

Eddie hums in your ear. You sink into the mattress, and sleep. 

Tonight, when the December air brings an icy draft through the open window, the sweat on your exposed back attracts it. The chill moves along your body in a shivery crawl. You wake up. 

“So fucking good like this.” 

Eddie, whispering somewhere above your head. His cock is locked inside, his hips moving in quick little thrusts that let him press his heavy balls against your weeping slit. He’s already come in you once. You can feel the warmth of it. 

“Can’t believe you let me do this to you. Knew you were a slut but didn’t think-” He groans into the air, pulls his cock from your depths then presses back in to fuck you properly. Still gentler than he would normally, because he doesn’t want you awake. He wants you like this, more submissive than you ever could be with your eyes open. Yours are still heavy, like they’re telling you to drift away, let Eddie have what he wants. “Didn’t think you’d ever let me use you like a fleshlight. But that’s what you are, right?”

Oh. 

“Just a cunt.”

Your walls clench tight. Eddie stops.

His heavy breath is the only sound in the quiet room. A second later, you feel his hand massaging gently over your shoulder, your neck. Eddie kisses the back of your head, and whispers into your hair. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart.”

Your slipping mind supplies what your body already knows.

Yes, Eddie.

[in-halingstardust]

It's called magic, my dear [Day 2]

A/N: I literally love Lyney so much, I got him on the first day and upgraded him the next 3. BUT LIKE his little playfulness with the traveler, his GLOVES, hot damn.

[lyney x f!reader]

Tags: !mdni , soft!bdsm, sub!reader, dom!lyney, toys, fingering, overstimulation, gloves hehe

Since you were a kid, you loved magic. 

The way colors sparked life across the stage, the laughter of the audience, the anticipation settled in your heartbeat from the trapeze artists flying.

Tonight is magic in its own special way.

Your back arches as your wrists strain against the velvet handcuffs clipped to the side of the headboard. You felt vulnerable. His as a gloved hand pinched the fat of your hip in a teasing manner. 

"My- I haven't lost you yet, have I?" Lyney teases as he presses a kiss against your lips. You can taste yourself on him- how many times has he made you cum-

He nibbles against your lip in warning. You were losing yourself to this magic again. "Darling, we're not even close." Almost as a testament to the promise, he reaches down. Smooth leather playing with your clit. 

A gasp mixed with a moan leaves you as you twist away. 

Everything felt so warm but fire shoots up you as he rubs small circles, your thighs trying to close against his hand. "Ah, Lyney wait... too- sensitive." 

He must be pleased with you because he lets go shuffling off the best towards the night stand, your chest still beating in tandem with the small waves pulsing through your body. 

You feel it's the end, your body already so sore from twisting and turning after he explored every part of your body. The feeling of leather against skin, the way he pressed muted warmth into your hips as he held you down when eating you out earlier. 

You shudder- the way his tongue would lap at your pussy. Cleaning all previous cum left from the rounds before, methodically and instinctually mixed when he curl upwards setting off fireworks in your body. 

But- you felt like you were missing... something. 

Lyney must have known what that was because he comes back with an extravagant box cradled against his side. You crane your head to the side, the position of your arms tugging uncomfortably, "Your tools?" You've seen that box design on the stage multiple times. It was usually a part of his grand finale...

He must have seen the anticipation on your face, because Lyney places the box on the side of the bed before leaning over to give you a chastise kiss. "Patience mon amour," he says, making his way down to your pulse point, nipping the skin there. "you’re the main star after all."

You're about to ask 'how' but the words escape you, replaced by a guttural moan as cold vibrated against your clit, leaving you to wither and twist. It was rougher than the way Lyney opened you earlier, leading you to a different type of high. Like you were the one walking the tight rope instead of sitting in the audience. 

"Lyn-Lyney it-it's so goo- good!" You cry. There is nothing to stabilize you with your hands tied up. So vulnerable just for him, and he knows it as he sits up to focus on your pussy. Now adding his fingers to the mix, opening you up, ready for you to gush over him.

You feel yourself almost careening off the edge, the bud in your stomach turning into a knot ready to explode as you kick your feet into the bed, hips buckling. Tears are budding in your eyes as Lyney's fingers quicken. He tightens his hold on the vibrator as he presses it deeper and- You're in free fall. 

Your heels push against the bed, arching your back as you careen over the edge, the strain of the handcuffs against the headboard. Squeezing against Lyney's fingers. You swear you can feel the stitches in his leather gloves with how lost in pleasure you are. 

You swear you see the same fireworks spark across the ceiling as you come down from your high. You're not lost yet, as Lyney taps against your cheek, wet and sticky, mixing with your sweat. "Why, it almost seems like you are magic today. Look." And as you look down, you blush as he reenters his fingers into you. You jolt a bit at the feeling. 

A second later he is lifting his hand up slowly and you see your slick attached to his hand, growing longer and longer as he lifts his hand up till the line of bliss breaks over your stomach. You be even more mortified if you were lucid enough. 

"Now, should we have an encore?"

[scara-meow-che]

Dainsleif's dick being infused with abyss energy(?) like his arm-

Like yea Tartaglia's last form's dick, yeah Ito's oni dick, yeah zhongli's dragoon dick,but what of Dain???? That shit must be magical 😩

⦿ 𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘 ┃ eyes up here princess with dainsleif

CW. NSFW (MDNI), big dick! dain, fem! reader, use of words (princess), established relationship, teasing, first-time sex, implied oral, sex w/out penetration (thigh job and dick job? is that even a thing? idk, just read it to find out), dirty talk, magical dick (i am NOT sorry), mention of abyss princess lumine

AN. the new archon quest 🧍🏻‍♀️ it felt like a fever dream and it's a whole ass year again before we get to see this man so i am making it my mission to let him and his abyss-energy-fused dick live in my mind rent-free. also, if the anon that sent me this is still here to witness me posting this, hello :D this took me by surprise bcs i planned it to be short but here we are ig

it wasn't every day that you get dain's attention all to yourself.

you would often see him somewhere, busy, as always. sometimes, you would find yourself conversing with a few locals when dain tries to do things on his own as he would reason out that it's for your own safety. or you'd be up and about some part of the region searching for the abyss princess as to what he currently puts as his top priority.

these repeating turn of events would, most of the time, make you question whether you really matter to him seeing as he's always invested in things unrelated to you or what interests you. you don't ask too much from him but sometimes, a little attention would be nice, or have him answer all the questions that run inside your head.

yet, when dain would see that familiar expression painting your face as you make your bed for the night, he would put everything on hold and indulge more in what you'd request. he does make up for you, well, you have no complaints when he does because he'd always be there in a heartbeat for every beck and call.

hence why you're laid out on your bed, legs spread out with him toying with your already sore clit.

the idea of having sex had never once danced in between each conversation you'd have with dain. you'd rather spend the time to catch up on each other's day and sort out a route to where you both want to go next. it never fazed you when some people asked how your relationship with dain is going, not even bothered when some old women from liyue dramatically gasped as you've never been that intimate with your lover.

as the tension builds up throughout the months of overhearing people gossiping about their partners or be the victim of a drunk local telling you the tale of their sexual escapades, it draws out some images in your head. would dain be like the same as those oni's you've heard about? or have an impressive length similar to this one tale about a dragon lord? heck, would he have a dick that grows unrealistically big just like with the harbinger that you've heard about?

but who fucking cares anyway? you're about to get the real deal right now.

"what a curious mind you have there, princess." dain mindlessly mused as he press soft kisses along your thighs, leaving you breathless as he presses himself closer to your aching core. you can feel the heat from the big hard tent on his pants as he rubs himself to the dampness of your cunt. "i thought that eating you out could already satiate your pretty little head but you still want... what? what is it that you want from me again?"

he taunts, amused when he hears a cry from your disheveled form. "ah, didn't i say to tell me if you want something?"

"but it's embarrassing to say it!" you can't even fully reason out how humiliating it is for you to casually ask him that you want to see his dick as you let out another moan when he lightly thrusts his clothed cock on your core. he doesn't even let up, continuing his cruel pace in rubbing his aching dick on your already sensitive clit.

"p-please! i just, a-ah, want to see your d-dick!"

"say what again, princess?"

having enough of his teasing, you went to give your best in bending your body just to reach the big tent on his pants. "i want to see your dick dain and... i want you to fuck me, please."

you can feel a rush of heat all over your skin, your eyes quickly darting to the side to avoid dain's amused pair. a chuckle was all you heard before you felt his hands gently laying you down back to bed. in response to his pleased titter, you scoffed and gave him a quick glare.

"i'm sorry but you're just irresistible when you're so honest with me." he paused as he takes a sharp intake of air when he pulls out his leaking cock from the confines of his pants.

your eyes widen at the sight. no, it's not because he's as big as what you heard like the one of an oni or he has that delicious curve like that of the dragon cock but it's because the hue is unlike any other, the dark blue pulses as beads of white litters on the tip. fuck, when dain gave his dick a quick stroke, you can see how it grew a bit larger in his palm.

you drool just by imagining how it would feel inside of you.

"eyes up here, princess." he gave your thighs a light smack, pulling your attention back up before you felt the cockhead rubbing so gingerly on your little nub, smearing your cum on your lower lips.

"you're so eager for me, huh?" he can feel you trembling the more he pays attention to your aching core, gliding the head back and forth your lower lips, enough to push the head inside your hole but easy for him to just pull right back out. he's testing out the waters, waiting for more of your reactions and he could only see you enjoying yourself being please with the tip of his dick.

"just look at you, so wet and ready for me." and you are, feeling your arousal pool and spill right out of your needy hole while dain keeps making a mess out of it. your hips desperately buck right up, chasing for the head but he kept you pinned down on the soft mattress as he continues teasing you.

"dain, please, want to feel more of you." your hand went to grab his arms, giving it a light squeeze that you knew would get him to listen to you.

but it did the complete opposite.

"didn't you say that you want to see my dick?"

before you could argue back, dain had gently straightened both your legs upward, his strong arms locking you in place before pushing the dark blue cockhead in between your thighs. "been wanting to do this for so long," he uttered with a low groan, his body shivering when he thrusts his cock in the middle of your soft flesh, the rushed and hasty movements of the head prods at your clit. "you look so pretty like this, just letting me use you."

you gasped for air when he purposely prods at your puckering hole, angling his abyss-energy-fused cock to dive in and out of your thighs. your eyes caught a glimpse of how each streak of white glow, the nerves pulsing as he ruts himself so needily on you.

"so keep your pretty eyes on me and maybe, if you managed to do so, i might just give you what you want."

and you did, you desperately tried your best to keep looking at dain and just watching how he use your thighs to get off. it was a rare sight to see dain lose himself, tottering over the warmth and softness that covers his dick.

at first, he was scared that he might scare you off, thinking how unusual his cock looks. compared to what he thought you'd prefer to see in between your legs, about to rail the innocence out of you, his was far off the scales.

but when he saw your eyes almost sparkled when he pulled out his dick, hands so damn eager to touch him, and both your lips spilling out how much you want more of him just sends him over the edge. his pace quickened the more he stares at your needy form, enjoying the way your eyes fluttered close whenever he brushed against your hole before proceeding in sliding his cock back on your thighs.

"i'm so close, fuck, you feel so good 'round me like this, princess." and fuck, yes, you can feel more of his pre-cum ooze around the head and coats more of your already slick skin. it felt so dirty, so filthy to watch him fuck himself with your thighs and you felt dirtier when you were enjoying how his large dick, fused with the same abyss energy as his arm, slides back and forth your thighs.

"cum for me please," you whispered, urging your lover to release his load on your skin. within seconds, dain stopped his thrusts as he buried his cock between your legs, pressing it tighter as he shoots his load on your flesh, slowly having the thick globs of his cum drip down on your core.

while dain goes to steady his breathing, you went to open up your legs to see how much cum had covered your body, the scent of sex causing your head to fizzle out that you had nothing in your mind but the need to see his dick filling you up.

dainsleif was shocked when you went to reach out for his cock, the keenness in your eyes captivating as you focused on his dick.

"wanna see how it looks as you fuck me." your request came like a cry, a whimper of desperation. and you can feel the way dain's dick twitched on your hand.

you're going to be the death of him.

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[buckyalpine]

always you’s angst only ending … feed us a tiny lil drabble of maybe bucky not stopping until he and bruce and maybe even shuri (cause bby’s the smartest) find a way to bring her back?

like he enters the portal, scoops up her body, and kisses her back to life. then throws her over his shoulder, locks her in his bedroom, and makes love to her for like a week straight.

“she’s barely been back for a month- AND SHE’S ALREADY PREGNANT?!”

- ur local angst slut who’s actually hella sensitive and cannot handle this shit, gossip girl 💋

Always you angst alternative ending 

18+

Okay YES, if your a pure angst fiend, you may ignore this but I'm here to mend hearts from the sadness that was this fic.

Warnings: Angst, FLUFFFFFFF, Smuuuttttt, happy ending 

5 years later

Bucky refused to accept you being gone. He tried to heal, going to therapy, grief counselling, medication, writing letters, everything under the fucking sun to help him come to terms with the fact that he’d never see you again. 

It was impossible.

It ate him alive.

He was physically stronger, pouring all his time into the gym to find a way to numb the pain but he was more mentally fucked than ever.

It had been 5 years, nearly 6 and the raw pain he felt was still fresh. Every night, he'd wake up searching for you. He couldn't let go, holding onto the pieces you had left behind. He wrote to you as often as he could, keeping a locked diary of things he wanted to tell you, letters he knew no one would see but what else could he do when he wanted to talk to you so badly but you weren’t there. 

That didn’t stop him from finding a way to pour his heart and soul somewhere. 

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Happy Birthday babygirl,  I wish I could wake you up with kisses today, tell you how special the world is with you in it, make you pancakes, feed you in bed because I know you’ll cuddle up in the sheets until noon. Buy you a pretty dress, take you out, maybe even go dancing, even if its just me and you and Steve’s playlist of songs from the 40′s. I’d hold you close to me all night until your feet were sore or until Tony told us to turn the cheesy music off. 

I know he secretly ships us (Peter taught me that word) 

If it were up to Stark, he’d throw you the biggest birthday party ever; that wouldn’t stop me from trying to sneak you away for some more birthday kisses. birthday cuddles. Birthday sex...is a new song Sam introduced me to. 

I wanted to do so much with you today sweet girl. Show you how much I love you on your special day. I should have shown you before it was too late. I regret it every single day. I’d give anything for just another day, just so you’d know. 

It was always you. 

Steve brought you some flowers today, Sam brought some balloons. I hope you see them from wherever you are. It’s not the same without you here angel.

We miss you baby. 

I miss you. 

Till we meet again,  JBB 

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Hi Baby, I know it’s not a special occasion, I have no real reason to write today. I missed you though. I wanted to tell you about how I jumped out of a plane today and all I could think of is how much you would have laughed because I didn’t use a parachute. You’re laugh is the sweetest sound in the world and I’d give anything to hear it just one more time.

Sam recorded it all, you would have been the first person he showed the footage to. I’d probably ignore you both and then you’d probably tease me about being grumpy and I’d want a kiss to feel better. And a hug. Maybe some cuddles. Please? 

Also you’d be proud of me today, Red Wing broke and it wasn’t my fault. Promise. I even apologized to Sam after but he doesn’t think I’m being sincere. And I’m not because red wing is a little shit. So is Sam. 

I miss you sweets. I wish you were here. It hurts. Everything hurts. 

I hope we meet again. I’ll never let you go. 

Yours, JBB

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My y/n,

I’m sorry. I should have told you. I regret it everyday. I’ll never stop trying to find a way to get you back. 

I love you,

JBB

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It’s been almost 6 years. It still hurts.

Till we meet again, JBB

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I can’t anymore. I need you back. 

JBB

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There were some days where Bucky was able to focus, writing as much as he could, spilling all of his feelings onto the paper, a tiny part of him hoping that one day he’d be able to give you all his letters so you’d know you were all he could think of. 

Then there were the days where sobs tore through his body, his breathing labored, only managing to scribble three words before crumbling into a dark abyss. Bucky wracked his brain every single day; if you were able to go back once, there had to be a way to get you back again. Bruce and Tony had spent countless hours in the lab trying to find a way to reopen the portal but nothing led to you. 

*****

Bucky stared at his burner, pressing call and ending it before it could go through multiple times before finally letting it ring. There was only one other person he could turn to. He knew he wasn’t going to be immediately welcomed back into Wakanda but this wasn’t just about him. Everyone wanted you back. Nothing was the same without you there. If there was a 1% chance to get you back, he had to try. His chest felt tight as the jet landed in a secluded area having arranged a private meeting with Shuri, the one person he trusted with his life. 

"I-I have a favor to ask" Bucky's eyes were already pleading with her, his heart racing as he approached her, ready to fall on his knees. 

"Anything Sergeant Barnes" Shuri smiled, sensing he was there for something urgent, nodding for him to continue. There was zero hesitation as she immediately agreed to come back with him to try and get you back, bringing her own lab equipment with her so she could work with Bruce. After filtering through a number of timelines and timestamps, she’d managed to pinpoint the portal to find you but it wasn’t without its consequences. 

“You understand you may not return” Shuri whispered as Bucky threw on his tactical gear, insisting on getting you all on his own while rest of the team watched in pin drop silence, reluctantly letting him go alone “And y/n...we can get her back but there's a chance she may not...” 

She squeezed his hand before he stepped onto the platform, not wanting to finish the sentence but he already understood. He knew it was possible he’d find you again but it didn’t mean he’d find you alive. 

“Then at least I get to say goodbye” He gave her a strained smile; he had to bring you home one way or another. If this was how he had to go, he would run happily to his death; he’d be at peace knowing he died trying to find you. With the push of a button, he was instantly thrown into a warp, transported to where you had last been with Nat. Everything came to a halt as he found himself at an abandoned hydra base, the cold nipping his skin. Bucky blinked, his vision focusing on the fuzzy figure laying on the ground, his feet moving before he could process anything. 

There was no one else around. 

It was you. 

His doll. 

His y/n.

He sprinted to you, tears clouding his vision as he approached you, dropping to his knees, both fear and hope fighting for dominance. He found you. You were there. But would he ever actually get you back? Were you even breathing? 

“Y/n?” Bucky cradled you to him, scooping you in his arms and chasing the portal that had already began to close. He held your face to his neck, his metal hand protecting your head, holding you securely against his body as you both fleshed back to the present. 

The team gasped as he appeared on the platform again with you safely tucked in his arms. They didn’t dare move, everyone holding their breaths while Bucky laid you down with you still in his arms, his hand softly stroking your cheek. 

“Y/n? Doll?” His heart was beating erratically, your skin was warm, a glimmer of hope burning stronger as he gently shook you, pressing his cool metal hand against your face. “Please” 

“C’mon doll, come back to me baby, I have so much I need to tell you” He pleaded, his warm breath fanning against your face, tears brimming his eyes. Tony and Steve itched to whisk you off to the medbay while Sam silently shook his head, wanting to give Bucky an extra minute, hoping you’d be able to wake up in the super soldiers arms where you belonged. 

“Baby, wake up sweets” Bucky couldn't help himself, pressing his lips softly to your forehead, trailing feather light kisses down your face while cuddling you. “C’mon I l-love you” His voice cracked, his lips finally pressing against yours. They were still soft, warm, you had to wake up, you had to-

Your lips stirred, your eyes cracking open, taking your first breath as your eyes focused on Bucky. 

“Sweetheart?” Bucky's eyes grew wide, unsure if he was dreaming or not, scrambling to hug you closer, cupping your face gently.  

“Bucky?” Your voice was a raspy whisper, leaning into his touch, feeling his tears fall onto your skin as he pulled you into his chest. 

“My doll” He let out a soft sob, cradling your head as you buried your face into his neck, moved to cling onto him, the last thing you remembered was darkness and now you were in his arms again surrounded by his warmth, his scent. Everyone stayed rooted in place, tears falling freely, dying to grab you, hug you, hold you again but they were not about to separate the two of you, not after how badly Bucky had yearned to get you back. 

“Bucky” You wept, your mind still piecing together how you were back but it didn’t matter, not when he was holding you again. 

“Hi baby” He whispered against your hair, wiping your tears with his thumb, cupping your face, kissing you all over before capturing your lips again, relishing in your touch, feeling your fingers card through his short locks. You lost yourselves in each other, the rest of the world no longer existing. 

“Okay white wolf, When do we get to say hi to our girl” Sam snorted, sniffling seeing you tucked in Bucky’s arms, the brunettes lips curved into a smile for the first time since you’d been gone. Bucky loosened his hold around you, helping you to your feet, giving you one more kiss before letting go. 

“Come here” Steve scooped you up immediately after, struggling not to squeeze you tight, “We missed you sweet heart, so much”

“Hasn’t been the same without you” Sam gave you a once over, determining you were well enough for a slightly bone crushing hug before having you grabbed away by Tony. Tony wasn’t able to say much, biting his bottom lip to keep it from trembling, hugging you the longest, reluctant to let you go. You were engulfed in Nat’s arms as she wept, squeezing you like her life depended on it. 

“You saved me” She whispered in your hair, her tears falling onto your skin, “Don’t ever do that again” She hissed sternly, grabbing your face to look at her, “Don’t ever ever do something like that again” 

“Give me my baby back” Bucky grabbed you, tossing you over his shoulder as soon as everyone had gotten their hugs and kisses, not interested in giving anyone a second longer when he needed you so badly. You squealed, giggling as he carried you straight down the hall towards his room without glancing back. As soon as he locked the door, his hands were all over you, holding you tightly to him. 

“Your baby?” You shyly whispered as he rested his forehead against yours, nodding and chasing your lips. 

“M’never letting you go again doll, never” He trailed kisses down your neck while unbuckling the straps of your gear letting it drop to the floor. “I want to love you, I want to hold you, I want to make love to you, I want it all with you” 

Bucky tore your clothes off, hoisting you up to wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you over to the bathroom, turning the hot water on, hot water pouring over both if you. The steam made you woozy, your body turning into jelly under his touch as he massaged your muscles with delicate touches, his lips ghosting over every bruise and scar that had marked your skin. You let out a needy whimper, staying close to him, your butterflies erupting in your tummy every time he touched you. 

“Bucky please”

“I want to love you so badly baby, love you the way you deserve” Bucky willed himself not to take you right there, focused on rinsing off and grabbing a towel, carrying you over to his bed. He tossed to towel off, climbing on top of you, neither of you having the patience for a slow build or teasing. Your belly clenched feeling his hard length rut and rub against your bare cunt, your slick coating his cock. 

“I need you” He rasped while you whined, wrapping your legs around him, bucking your hips up. “You have no idea baby, God I need you” His eyes were pleading with you, his cock starting to leak feeling your arousal. 

“Wanna feel you Bucky” You spread your legs for him, your breath hitching feeling the tip of his cock rub through your folds before pressing into your entrance. 

“Gonna make love to you so good sweet girl” Bucky whispered as he started to push his cock in, his heart beating faster, cock growing harder feeling your heat pull him in deeper. He groaned, letting his body weight fall onto you as he started to thrust, pleasure consuming both of you immediately. 

“JAmessss” Your gasp melted into a moan, your head pressed against his pillow as he filled you, stretching you open, letting you feel every ridge and vein of his cock. “Stretching me to so good Buckyyy” 

“Yeah? You feel so good wrapped around me baby” He rasped, his orgasm already creeping down his spine as he pressed sloppy kisses all over your face, overwhelmed with emotion and the feeling of you under him. Your moans made him twitch, nearly growling when he felt your nails dig into his skin as he kissed your cervix with each roll of his hips. 

“I missed you so much baby, didn’t know what to do with myself, I-I couldn’t breathe without you, couldn’t live-” Bucky could feel tears brimming his eyes, struggling to keep them away, “Fuck I missed you so much, I felt like I was drowning every single day” 

You sniffled over his words, your heart connected with his, squeezing your thighs around his waist, desperate to keep every inch of his body pressed with yours. 

“It-it was always you” He kissed your forehead, as he kept you caged under him, moaning against your skin.

“I love you” you cupped his cheeks, brushing his tears away, his nose lightly bumping against yours. You pulled him down for a sweet kiss, only pulling away for air. All of it was so much all at once, the quietest cries and softest kisses, feeling every inch of each other, making up for lost time. Bucky pulled the covers over you both, wrapping you in a cocoon of warmth, hiding you from the rest of the world, savoring this moment with just the two of you, his sweet girl back in his arms again. 

He let his arms roam across your body, stroking your waist, your thighs, gently cupping your breasts, softly suckling your nipples, his body trembling as he tried to hold his climax off and make this moment last forever. 

“M’gonna marry you, you know that?” His hands came to lace with yours, pinning you against the bed, eyes locked with yours. His pace didn’t falter, thrusting into you, loving the way your pussy fluttered around his cock, rolling his hips so he could push into you deeper. “W-will you? Will you marry me babygirl” 

He knew you had just come back but he wanted nothing more, unable to stop the words from slipping out. You let your own tears fall down your cheeks, pulling him impossibly closer. 

“Yes” You whimpered, sniffling back sobs as he stroked your head, smiling against your lips. 

“Gonna make you my wife baby, marry you and take care of you until my last breath” He started to fuck you faster, panting, the muscles in his body tensing. 

“Tell me more Bucky, please?” You whined, your heart aching for more, everything you’d always wanted with the one person you’d always been in love with. 

“Oh baby, M’gonna get you pregnant sweet girl, have a family with you, everything with you, take care of your swollen belly, make love to you even when you’re full of me, show you how much I adore you princess” You gasped as he braced himself, his grunts growing louder, his body heat radiating off him, unable to stop the pleasure that was growing. 

“Tell me your mine baby” He whined, wrapping his arms around you while you threw your head back, your eyes rolling back at the feel of his pubic bone rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves with each thrust. 

“I’m yours Bucky” 

“Fuck don’t stop y/n, please, I need it” His voice was needy, desperately clinging onto your body, craving to hear nothing else. “Say it again doll”

“I’m yours Bucky, all yours soldier” You moaned louder, your legs shaking around him “I’m gonna cum” 

“Cum with me baby, same time, please” 

“BuckyBuckyBucky- You cried our, your walls staring to flutter, ready to fall off the edge with hi. 

“M’right here, I got you, togther, c’mon, cum with me princess” Bucky rolled his hips, pounding you into the mattress, biting down onto your neck as he felt your nails scratch down his back while white hot pleasure tore through you, your pussy milking his cock. 

“FUCK JAMES” Your body trembled as he fucked you through your high, burying his face into your neck, his lips brushing by your ear. 

“YES, Yes baby, my good girl, my sweet girl, s’perfect for me, yes, I’m gonna give you my cum, get you pregnant, have a baby with you, take care of you, love you, all of it with you baby, fuck- I LOVE YOU- UGGHHH- 

Bucky collapse on you, filling you with his cum until the bed was damp, his body jolting from sensitivity each time you fluttered around him while kissing his temple. He hardly moved, a steady stream of cum still pouring into you, staying connected to you the entire night, cuddling you next to him. 

“I finally have my baby back, my sweet sweet baby, she’s back” 

It has been nearly a week since you were back but you hadn’t left Bucky’s room once. You only took a few moments to eat and sleep, the rest of the time wrapped up in each other, connected in the most intimate way possible, while whispering sweet nothings, 

It was everything Bucky needed. Emotional. Warm. Soft. Loving. 

He couldn’t help the tears every time he was inside you, he finally had you back, wrapping his arms around you every time you made love, making sure you knew exactly how much he had always adored you. As much as he wanted to take you apart in every way imaginable, he couldn’t help but slip into missionary every single time, wanting to see your pretty face, feel your body, have your legs wrap around him as he came inside you. 

*****

You threw on your coat while Bucky slipped his arm around your waist while you both made your way down, passing through the living room on our way out. 

“Damn future Mrs. Barnes” Sam whistled, along with the rest of the team, everyone gathered for a night for a movie. “Where you off to?” 

“The three of us are going out for dinner” Bucky smiled with a child like grin, snickering to himself while the team looked at you with confusion. 

“Three?” Steve cocked his head, noting the way you shied into Bucky’s chest, giggling while he kissed your head, his hand slipping down to brush over your belly. “THREE?”

Steve’s eyes grew wide as he shot out of his seat, pointing at your tummy. “THREE” He whipped his head to Tony, Nat, Sam and Clint who slowly connected the dots. “THREE” 

“For fucks sake, it hasn’t even been a month Barnes” Tony snorted, while everyone pilled onto you both, a large mess of hugs and tears. 

“You didn’t waste any time, huh” Sam wiggling his eyebrows while Bucky wrapped his arms around you, his hands splayed on your tummy. 

“Never again” He whispered, tilting your chin to kiss you deeply, “Never ever again” 

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[princessbrunette]

i heard toxic!jj and i came running….you just know he’s got a mean jealous streak and has no problem fucking you in public to stake his claim - 🐰

RISE BUNNY NONNIE RISE !!!!!!!!!

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the idea of mewling and pawing at his chest, eyes all glassy n nervous at a bonfire party when he drags you round to just the other side of where the twinkie is parked up— the partygoers only a few metres away at best.

his jaw ticks, because he wished you would actually tell these creepy ass guys to fuck off sometimes, instead of just politely giggling out of nerves. it makes these idiots think they have a chance, and now he’s gotta fix that.

“nah, you’re good babydoll. just doin’ what i gotta do, let it happen.” he shrugs as he walks you backwards until your back is against the cool door of the twinkie, just out of eyesight from everyone.

“people are gonna see!” you squeak, your wide doe eyes a stark comparison to the way his are hanging low, the smell of weed coming off him in warm waves reminding you of the herb in his system. he bites back a smirk when he yanks your skirt up with one hand and stuffs a hand into your panties with the other, ropey bracelet on his hand catching briefly in the material.

“so… stay quiet? i dunno what to tell you.” he shrugs one shoulder again, eyes searching you frantically as coarse fingers work at your clit, your wetness giving yourself away. “now how did i know you’d already be wet?” he speaks at normal volume, could be heard by anyone standing close enough.

your breath hitches and your leg jerks open, gripping his wrist when he spreads your folds with his surrounding fingers so that he could stroke your clit directly. “mmph— ‘cus i’m— always wet for you jayj.” you try and get on his good side and he smirks, rolling his eyes.

“i’m startin’ to think you like pissing me off, mama. gets you wet when im all mean. i’m right, aren’t i? tell me i’m right.” he grits his teeth as he dips lower, stuffing two fingers inside you.

you yelp, tears springing to your eyes at the realisation of how loud you’re being. he massages your insides, walls still sore from the pounding you got the night before.

“s—sensitive jay!” you let out a pathetic little cry and he breathes a gust of air out his nose in amusement, shaking his head.

“should have thought of that ‘fore you got all cute around those losers. pay the price, baby— pay the price.”

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[rileysluvr]

basically just könig with a mommy kink i am so so sorry.

Your head turned in your sleep, brows furrowing as you slowly became aware of the unfamiliar position you were in; on your back, skin exposed to the chilly, night air of your quarters. Hot mouth, and the strange absence of weight next to you, though all still not enough to bring you from your slumber. Your arm stretched in search of your boyfriend, only to find the wrinkled sheets below you.

A sudden and heavy dip in the mattress at your feet had you taking a deep breath, humming in unidentifiable confusion, shoulders sinking as you ultimately woke to the feeling of your panties being pulled down your thighs with unsteady hands. You blinked heavily to focus yourself, gray moonlight allowing you to just barely make out the hulking figure of the man you loved in front of you, thick palms wrapping around and dwarfing your soft calves and pushing them up, knees bent and spread to his liking.

He sleepily situated himself closer to you, back on his knees and heels with a lazy hand stroking his excruciatingly sore and hard cock as he moved. He couldn’t even say how long he had himself like that for, fucking his hand to the thought of you taking him again.

The thought of your plush body above his, gentle voice cooing him through yet another high as you rode him, much like you had done mere hours ago. His mouth latched onto your tits as you cradled his face in your hands, your fingers running through his messy hair. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist as you took care of him, the center of your world. When you’d lay him on his back and plant your palms on his abs and chest, persuade him to just let go, relax for once, with the sweet grinding of your hips and sultry voice in his ear that electrified every bone in his body. Crawl down his body, tease each muscle leading to his cock, have him as a whining mess before ever even taking him in your mouth, that is if he didn’t cum from just the kisses on his v-line in the first place.

He got off to the past as he laid next to you, eventually hovering above you, staring at your relaxed face while he jerked himself, jaw slack and eyes blown out. Your pretty face resting so beautifully in your sleep, hair daintily sprawled out onto the pillow below you. The kind of body an ancient Greek sculptor would work his entire life up to modeling, in all of its natural curves and features. He had no clue how he had you, but he was hooked, utterly addicted, to the drug of you.

You rubbed your eyes as you tried to sit up on your elbows, coming to sense with what was going on before his looming figure stopped you. His hands move to your shoulders to lay you back down, soothe your nerves, before returning one of them to his cock. The other remained on your body, and it dragged downward when you returned to laying on your back.

“I’m s’sorry, Mommy,” he slurred tiredly, whining in desperation. “’M sorry, I really didn’t want to wake you but I couldn’t take it much longer, I- I couldn’t help myself.”

How your body was rubbing up against his in your sleep, unintentionally working him up beyond his own control. He couldn’t sleep because of it, or think about anything else. He couldn’t stop himself, he was surprised he could even move with how overwhelming the sensitivity in every nerve of his body was.

You stared up at him dumbly, a particular instinct boiling in your gut that had your arousal washing over you in no time.

“Please-,” he needily choked, tongue caught with salivation and pathetic moans slipping from his lips with every stroke of his fist. His heavy and rough palm on your belly gently raised with your breathing, veins popping and prominent even with the limited light. It moved in slow circles over your softer skin, barely having to move much to cover the expanse of it all. It’s almost dominating, the small gesture, yet he meant it out of pure worship and adoration and love. “Please let me, Momma, please-…I need more-…I need you so badly, a-and my hand isn’t enough. I’ll beg all I have to, Mommy, I’ll do anything, just please help me.”

You blinked, and then nodded feverishly, lips slack and dry, unable to form a single thought other than his pleasure - your sweet boy’s release, more than well-deserved, for just being so goddamn good and sweet all around. You leaned up, taking his tired face in your weak hands, just as distraught yourself.

“You have me, Baby.” You pulled him into a kiss, wet and lazy, and enough spark to start a fire between you two, before purring again, “Take me however you want, Köni, I want you t’feel good.”

“Oh, thank you, thank you,” he panted, and you laid your head back on the pillow below you, stretching your shoulders. He took his cock and you gasped as he shoved the velvety, damp tip into your soaked pussy, with shameful, unruly whimpers slipping from his lips, barely giving you any time to adjust. You ached from earlier, a soreness you would so easily ignore, so caught up with wanting him to be satisfied. He started to grind his hips into yours, groaning lowly with how you were squeezing around him. His movements were sloppy with how tired he was, already giving up on keeping his eyes open.

His forearms landed on either side of you, barely able to hold himself up. Sleepiness and neediness; your favorite looks on him. Your hands on his waist were practically holding him up for him, guiding him, one coming up to hold the back of his neck in solace.

“There’s my good boy…I know you’re tired, Baby, but you’re being so strong f’me, y’know that? So proud of you.” His cock twitched incessantly inside you, your voice and his oversensitivity being his downfall as the vilest whimpers emitted from his throat. He knew he wouldn’t be lasting long, he couldn’t hold himself out, and he apologized profusely for it, mouth running faster than what his mind could keep up with. “Don’t be sorry, Baby,” you slurred. “I’m here.”

He’s rapid with his words as always, “Say it again, please, say it again, say you’re proud of me, Momma.”

“I’m always proud of you, Honey. My sweet boy deserves the world, doesn’t he? Always so charming and pretty, and…fuck-, fucking me so good, Baby, God, you’re so big…so perfect ‘nd sweet f’me all the time.”

Tears welled in his eyes as he rutted his hips into you, burying his face in your neck with the pounding in his head from his sensitivity and neediness overtaking him. Soaking and staining your shoulder with his tears, panting his hot breath on your skin, weak with his grinding and inconsistent in his movements. Strongest soldier anyone knew, to a small, blabbering mess of whines and desperation under you because, despite him actually being the one on top, you just had that sort of power over him.

Your short and sweet moans in his ear only spurred him on, relentlessly torturing him and tightening the coil in his lower stomach as your pussy fluttered around him.

“I’m gonna-…scheisse, I’m sorry, Momma,” he choked, nearly sobbing into your neck, shattered over the fact you wouldn’t be finishing with him. His thrusts picking up only a bit, you immediately brought your hands to cradle the back of his head, holding him close. “I can’t-”

“Shh, Baby, it’s okay,” you managed to somewhat control your voice through choked gasps for air. “Just be a good boy for Mommy and cum, yeah? Can you do that for me?”

He nodded frantically against your shoulder, and with just a few more thrusts, the coil in his gut finally released. He came in your pussy with heavy breathing and a broken moan against your skin, spilling his hot cum inside you as you cooed him through his high, riding you until he physically couldn’t anymore. You shivered from the sensation, nails scratching his head and back when some of his weight fell on top of you, body half-given out and collapsed.

Scooted down a bit, he wrapped his arms around your waist with the side of his face resting between your breasts, eyes locked closed.

“That feel good, Köni? You feel better now?” Your voice was soft, wary of his tired state.

“Mhm, danke,” he muttered, squeezing his arms tighter.

“I’m glad,” you hummed with a smile.

You would lay there for a bit, in blissful silence as you rubbed the back of his head. Feeling his chest dip against your belly with every breath he took, barely able to breathe yourself. Still, you’d rather be here than anywhere else. His weight on you was nothing but comfortable, and being held in his big arms sometimes made you question how you had so much power over him, how he just allowed it, despite his reputation. You felt yourself becoming drowsier by the second, lulled by the dim moonlight and sweetness of his hold.

“I love you,” you said, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. Bless him, he was so exhausted, he had already fallen asleep. You smiled to yourself, before allowing the wave of tiredness to finally take you.