#crying and writhing and exploding | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

cevansbrat0007 · 10 months ago

Text

The Anatomy of an Orgasm

Summary: You make the mistake of faking an orgasm while in bed with Ari...

Warnings: Light Angst, Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Smut, Oral Sex (fem rec), Fake Orgasms, Stubborn Reader, Hurt Feelings, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Prompt courtesy of @writer84. Takes place early in Ari and Bird's relationship. Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

When you think back to the early days of your relationship, one thing that always surprises you is just how perceptive this man could be sometimes – especially when it came to you. Even now, that man continues to watch you like a hawk, taking in your every movement.

And listening to your every word.

You know it’s because he’s trying to anticipate your needs. Every day he wakes up, Ari Levinson strives to be the man you need him to be. Your safety and security are of paramount importance to him. He’s the type of man to take on your worries as his own. The type of man to help you master your fears. Over time he’s become more than just your champion. He’s also your biggest cheerleader.

Which is why there’s this expectation that now exists between the two of you – one forged by trust, as well as honest and open communication. And while this is something that seems to come easy to your bounty hunter, sometimes it proves to be a little more challenging for you.

It’s hard not to bottle everything up. It’s natural for you to simply stuff things down and wait until everything exploded later.

Because up until this point, you’d never had someone with whom you could share the weight of your world – even though Ari continues to show you that nothing is too much for his broad shoulders to carry.

Tonight you’re lying in bed on your back, your legs draped over Ari’s muscled shoulders. His handsome face is currently buried between your thighs while he makes a meal out of your pussy. Your spine arches when you feel him suck your swollen clit between his lips, applying just pressure to have your eyes rolling back in your head.

Or at least it would…if you could get yourself to relax enough to actually enjoy it.

“Taste so good, baby.” Your man rasps once he releases you, taking a moment to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss along the curve of your inner thigh.

“Uh huh.” You mumble, throwing your arm over your eyes as he gets back to his dessert.

Ari nuzzles your dripping cunt with the tip of his nose, growling when he’s rewarded with a soft whine from you. And you can’t stop your hips from bucking when he slowly spears two thick fingers inside you, pumping them in and out in time with his wicked tongue.

Any other time you would’ve been well on your way to your second orgasm, if not coasting along to your third. But every time you try to give over the pleasure, your traitorous mind keeps deciding to wander...

Sales at the bookstore were down this month. And the latest series, featuring a brand new, up-and-coming author, hadn’t performed anywhere near as well as you’d initially thought it would. Which was surprising to say the least – especially since the woman had spent the last month being featured on virtually every single morning daytime talk show that promised her an audience.

And then there was all the shit you had on backorder. Items that were effectively stuck in limbo until the day they finally arrived on your doorstep. Hopefully sometime before next year.

You remind yourself to moan when Ari picks up his pace, your hips writhing beneath him as you try to hide the fact you’re becoming increasingly distracted. But try as you might, the disconnect between your mind and your body only continues to grow.

A sharp cry escapes your throat when you feel his fingers curl, delicately stroking that special place inside you that normally made sparks dance behind your eyes.

“That’s it, little Bird.” Ari grunts, his eager tongue lashing against your clit. “Be a good girl and cum for me. Wanna taste it.”

Yeah, there was no way you were gonna get there tonight. Not like this.

“Give it to me, baby.” He orders again. “Right fuckin’ now.”

At a loss for what else to do, you bear down, desperately clenching around him in what you hope is a believable performance. “Oh god, Beast!” You repeat the action again and again, making sure to accompany it with several breathy little sighs.

“Wow.” You breathe once Ari finally releases his grip on your hips. Now that you’re free, you quickly scoot away and begin searching for your discarded panties, which wasn’t typical behavior for you. You were more the type that preferred to bask in bliss.

But not tonight. Because you’d just faked an orgasm with this gorgeous man.

Right now you felt sweaty and awkward, and you needed space to breathe. You refuse to even look in Ari’s direction as you hastily begin to redress, lest he see right through you.

"That was great." You mumble lamely.

“What are you–where are you goin’?” A pang of guilt hits you when you note the confusion in his tone.

“Huh?” You slip his t-shirt over your head. He wouldn’t mind that you were leaving him half-naked, since he was wearing his boxer briefs. “I’m just gonna…go clean up. Maybe work off some of this excess energy.”

That last sentence has you inwardly face palming. What a stupid thing to say to a man like Ari Levinson.

“Hey, come back here a second…” You watch out of the corner of your eye as he sits up in bed. At times like this you were reminded that the man in your bed was also a detective, which meant he came equipped with a sixth sense for bullshit.

Mainly yours.

“Stay here and relax.” You tell him, making your way towards the door. “I just…know I won’t be able to sleep knowing I left behind a sink full of dirty dishes.”

“C’mere first.”

Shaking your head, you head for the stairs. At that moment, even the underlying authority in his voice wasn’t enough to make you obey. You always seemed to find a sense of calm when you cleaned. Fingers crossed that it worked tonight.

You’re gifted with a whopping ten minutes to yourself before you hear your man lumbering down the stairs. Rinsing a plate under hot water, you hope that he’s only stopping in for a glass of water and not because he wants to talk.

Grimacing, you move on to the next soiled piece of dishware, scrubbing vigorously. Your back remains turned, just as it had upstairs. Perhaps if you avoided eye contact he would simply grab his beverage and go on his merry way.

“Bird.”

Your beloved pet name rumbles from somewhere deep in his chest. However, you refuse to look at him, seemingly content to focus on the task at hand.

“Clean glasses are in the cupboard.”

“Hey.“ You startle when you feel two large, warm hands settle on your hips, followed by the soft skim of lips along the curve of your ear. “Stop.”

“But I’m not done.” You mumble, blinking back tears for some stupid reason you can’t quite name. “Everything needs to be dried and put away. I haven’t swept or wiped anything down. And it’s been a couple days since I mopped.”

“Baby, your kitchen is always spotless. Now I’m askin’ you to dry your hands and come talk to me.”

“I’m not sure we have anything to talk about.” You hedge, wishing he’d just leave you be – even as you dutifully move to do as he requests.

“Yeah?” Ari gives you a comforting squeeze, willing you to relax against his bare chest. “Well, you could start by explainin’ just what what the hell happened back in bed.”

“Nothing happened.”

“My entire goddamned point.” Comes his gruff response. “That wasn’t you back there, baby.”

“Not sure I know what you’re talking about.” Squirming out of his embrace, you attempt to put some distance between you and him using your kitchen island as a buffer.

Ari sighs, tipping back his head to briefly stare at the ceiling. His big body remains tense as he struggles to get you to open up and tell him the truth. “Was I too rough with you? Are you…are you sore?”

That familiar pang of guilt returns full-force now, because of course your sweet Beast would be the kind of man to blame himself for the issues you’d experienced in the bedroom. It was just who he was.

“No.” You swiftly respond before wrapping your arms around your middle. “I’m sorry I left so abruptly. I–I was focused on the kitchen. But I swear I’ll make it up to you.” And now you feel even worse for having abandoned him with a hard-on.

“Why are you fuckin’ lying to me?”

“I-I’m not.”

Your teeth begin to worry your bottom lip as you watch his demeanor change. His clouded blue eyes narrow as his nostrils flare, followed by that signature tick in his jaw.

“Tell me you didn’t just fake it with me earlier. Look my in the eyes and fuckin’ tell me you gave something real back in that bed and I’ll leave it alone.”

You immediately avert your gaze. Because you honestly didn’t have it in your heart to keep lying to this man. He deserved better. And frankly, so did you.

“Eyes on me, Bird.” He orders, demanding your full attention. “Open up that pretty mouth and start talkin’.” Sometimes this man had the patience of a saint.

“I’m sorry.” You finally admit, wincing as the words come pouring out. “You weren’t supposed to–” You clamp your mouth shut and force yourself to pivot. “I didn’t think you’d be able to tell.”

Ari is quiet for a moment as confusion and disappointment radiate from his much larger form.

“Why’d you do it?”

“I’m sorry.” Unsure of what to do with all your nervous energy, you remove the tie from your hair to run your fingers through your curls. “I–I’ve never done it before. And I shouldn’t have done it tonight. I…” You glance down at your bare toes, wishing that the ground would simply open up and swallow you whole where you stood.

“Eyes.” Ari demands, making you jump slightly. “Damn it, baby. We’re gonna have a hell of a time making this shit work if you go mute every time there’s an issue.”

“It has nothing to do with you!” You manage to stop yourself just short of screaming. “I already said I was sorry, okay? Like, what more do you want from me?”

“And I want you to tell me when you suddenly decided to fake your pleasure with me!” He snarls, his brawny arms crossing his chest. “You claim you’ve never done it before. So what the hell made tonight so special?”

Yeah, he was fucking pissed. And what’s worse is that he had every reason to be. Because you’d hurt him.

“Unless you’re lying to me. Again.” He continues when you refuse to answer.

“I’m not.” You sniffle, dragging a weary hand across your face. “What you and I have – swear to God, Beast – it’s amazing. Explosive. Sometimes it feels like it’s too much to handle.” When all you receive is a grunt for your trouble, you take that as permission to keep going.

“And tonight was no exception, it’s just…” You pause long enough to steady your breathing. “It felt like my body and my brain were totally disconnected. And no matter how hard I tried to relax and let myself feel good, I just couldn’t.”

Ari continues to stare you down as that tick in his jaw continues to work overtime.

“I’ve faked it before, with the others. Th–they didn’t know.” Neither Mason, nor the only other man you’d ever been with had seemed to notice whenever you’d been less than honest with them in bed.

“So you didn't think that I'd know. Jesus Christ.” He hisses, bracing himself on the edge of the counter. “Well, I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but I ain’t them.” He levels you with a hard look. “I know you, know your body. I’ve memorized what you look like when you cum, the little noises you make, the way your gorgeous body bends and your pretty toes curl.”

Your eyes flutter closed as he speaks, which is why you fail to notice when he begins to round the corner – like a predator stalking his prey.

“I know what you taste like on my tongue. Know what it feels like to have that greedy pussy gush around me while your heels dig into my back. Even when you tap out, you best be sure that she always wants more.”

When you open your eyes it’s to see Ari looming over you. But you’re not intimidated, because deep down you know he would never hurt you, even though you’d just hurt him. However, you’re surprised when he reaches up to cup your face with both hands.

“I know these things…” Your bounty hunter rasps, his voice sounding almost hoarse. “Because I know you. I know my woman.” A lone tear falls, slowly gliding its way down your check before Ari dashes it away with his thumb.

“It wasn’t you, Beast.” You rush to reassure him, even as you move to bury your face in the wall of his sculpted chest. “I’ve just been so worried about the store – it’s been a slow month. And I’m still waiting on an order from two months ago. And tonight it was like no matter how much I tried to forget and refocus…I just couldn’t.”

“Hmph.” He grunts, but not before pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Why do you think I’m always on your stubborn little ass to talk to me?”

“I know.” Your words come out muffled.

“If you’re not in the mood, or there’s too much going on in the beautiful brain, I want you to fuckin’ talk to me about it.” Without warning, he lifts you with impressive ease to set you on the counter.

“I know.” Another tear escapes, but Ari is quick to wipe it away. “But I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Disappoint me how?” He scoffs, briefly resting his forehead against your own.

“If you want sex and I don’t or I can’t, then –”

“Then I’ll handle that shit like a man.” Ari swiftly interrupts. “Baby, it’s like you breathe in my general direction and I’m fuckin’ hard. But if the moment’s not working for you, either because you’re tired or you got worries, I want you to fuckin’ talk to me. Don’t fake an orgasm to try and soothe my ego.”

Wordlessly you nod as you go to wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him closer. You feel yourself relax when he pulls you into his warm embrace. It was the first time you’d been able to do so all evening.

“It won’t happen again. Just…please don’t leave tonight.” Your voice sounds so small and fragile it takes you by surprise.

“Aw, I ain’t goin’ anywhere, pretty Bird.” One of his hands begins to rub soothing circles along your lower back. Later, you would learn that that thought had never even crossed his mind. “Consider this water under a fuckin’ bridge.”

You continue holding each other for a while longer, content to bask in the comforting silence. If there was never any doubt as to why you were coming to care so deeply for this man, those thoughts had all been dashed tonight.

In fact, if you weren’t careful, you just might be tempted to fall in love with this man.

“C’mon back upstairs.” Ari murmurs a little while later, but not before capturing your lips with a gentle kiss. “Let’s get you into a shower, I’ll even help you wash your hair.”

At his urging, you'd shown him how to do a quick co-wash a couple weeks ago, and now he was hooked. Not that you were complaining.

“Okay.” You nod, unable to stop yourself from melting.

“Tomorrow, we’ll talk about the shop. Maybe brainstorm some ideas about how to fix things, or at least cushion the blow.” Again you nod, feeling more at peace with the world than you had the last several days.

Reaching for your hand, you lace your fingers through his and allow yourself to be led back up the stairs, leaving the dishes and the rest of your chores undone. You had more important things to see to, right now.

And, perhaps, a little more apologizing to do.

END

Official Tag List

@katymae12344

@identity2212

@hisredheadedgoddess28

@blackhawkfanatic

@jamneuromain

@queerqueenlynn

@pono-pura-vida

@daykrisr999

@ninacutebee16

@whiskeytangofoxtrot555

@emerald-writes

@gh0stgurl

@blogbog710

@sincerelytlh

2K notes · View notes

yena-enha · 1 month ago

Note

hi can I request to you for a ff a Jay ff brothers best friend

Of course Sweetheart. Here.

𝐒𝐡𝐡 - 𝐏𝐉𝐒

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆──────────────────────────────⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆

Warning - Rough sex, unprotected sex, degradation, light choking, semi-public (in the house with others), profanity, creaky bed, brother’s best friend trope, dirty talk, risk of getting caught.

Note - MDNI (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)/INTERACT AT YOUR OWN RISK/NSFW Content

Genre - Smut, Forbidden, Rough Sex

Pairing - Jay x Fem!Reader

Song Inspiration - "Touch It (Remix)" by Busta Rhymes ft. Mary J. Blige, Lloyd Banks, DMX, Missy Elliott

Word Count - 1,200 Words

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆──────────────────────────────⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆

You knew this was a bad idea the second Jay followed you into your bedroom.

Sunghoon was in the shower, music playing loud through the speaker like it always was when he spent too long in there. You’d rolled your eyes and escaped to your room, expecting Jay to stay put in the living room. But then the door clicked shut behind you. Locked.

Now Jay had you bent over the edge of your bed, pants down to your thighs, one hand fisted in your hair and the other gripping your hip like he owned you.

“You gonna be good and quiet for me?” he hissed against your ear, teeth grazing your earlobe. “Your brother’s in the next room.”

“Fuck, Jay—”

That was all you got out before he shoved his cock back inside you, hard and fast. You bit into the pillow under you, muffling the moan that threatened to break you.

Jay was brutal. Deep, fast thrusts that made the bed frame squeak dangerously. Your thighs shook with the effort of staying still, of staying quiet. But he didn’t make it easy. He grunted softly, low and pleased, watching your back arch as he bottomed out again.

“Such a filthy little sister,” he growled. “Letting your brother’s best friend fuck you like this. God—so fucking tight.”

Your hands gripped the sheets, nails clawing at them as he hit that spot over and over. You bit back a cry, teeth sinking into the fabric.

Jay smirked behind you, hand sliding up your spine until it wrapped around your throat. “Don’t you dare cum yet,” he whispered, thrusts slowing just to tease you. “You’ll cum when I say.”

You nodded frantically, tears prickling your eyes as the edge teased you cruelly. He leaned over you, breath hot at your ear.

“If you make a sound, I’ll make you ride me on your brother’s bed next time.”

The thrill of risk, the fear, the ache of being denied—it only made it worse. You felt your walls tighten again.

Jay growled. “God, you like that? You like being my dirty little secret?”

You whimpered, muffled into your pillow, and he slammed into you again.

“I said. Be. Quiet.”

He fucked you hard, rhythm relentless, sweat beading at your back. Your legs nearly gave out, but Jay held you firm, slapping your ass hard enough to make you gasp.

“Jay—please—!”

That slip-up earned you a hand over your mouth, fingers pressing tight. “I warned you,” he muttered darkly. “Now take it. Be a good girl and take every fucking inch.”

Your orgasm hit violently, body trembling under his grip, stars exploding behind your eyes. You moaned into his palm, writhing as he kept going, chasing his own high.

A few more thrusts and he buried himself deep with a growl, spilling inside you as your walls clenched around him. He stayed still for a moment, catching his breath.

Then—

The water shut off in the bathroom.

Your eyes went wide.

Jay grinned, pulling out slowly, cum dripping between your thighs.

He zipped up, leaned down, and kissed your shoulder.

“Better clean up fast,” he whispered smugly. “Unless you want Sunghoon to see exactly what a little slut his sister is.”

And then he was gone—door unlocked, hallway silent. Like nothing had happened.

Except your legs were still shaking.

And your sheets were ruined.

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆──────────────────────────────⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆

«Masterlist || Introduction»

Taglist» @strxwbloody

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆──────────────────────────────⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆

445 notes · View notes

harpsinfinity · 4 months ago

Note

hello! i hope you're doing well... can i request Leon gently kissing his SO's forehead while he's pounding her hard or something like that...

love your writings btw! take care!

Thank you have a blessed day anon

Afab!fem!reader !!

Nsfw below !!↓↓↓

A loud moan ripped from your throat as the fat tip of Leon's cock slammed into your poor, swollen pussy. Meanly hitting your sweet spot over and over until you were gushing and crying around him

"such a good girl, takin' me so well"

His groans and grunts were enough to have you clenching and pulsing around him once more, the sharp coil tightening in the pit of your abdomen exploding into pleasant blissful warmth.

"leon- fuck ! So good !"

A whine graced your lips, your body beginning to writhe and squirm in his hold as he roughly pounded into you. His calloused fingers attacked your overworked, puffy clit, making you cry out beneath him.

In the midst of your overstimulation, Leon's lips gently pressed to your forehead head, then another to your temple. A tender act in the middle of his rough pounding. It made your head spin and your pussy gush more slick.

"yeah? you feelin' good, angel?"

Leon rasped in your ear, while your gasp and moans are fed into his. All you can do is nod as you feel his hand press down on the bump he'd created in your stomach, making you sob in pleasure, blissed out tears following it.

Leon's lips locked with yours as you came around him, squeezing him tight and milking his cock for all it was worth.

With a grunt he followed you, filling you up with a fat load.

With one final peck to your forehead he whisks you away to the bathroom

#harpy speaks #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leonkennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy fanfic #leon #leon kennedy smut #leon scot kennedy #leon s kennedy fanfiction #leon smut

594 notes · View notes

rebelfell · 4 months ago

Text

18+, MDNI cw: filth. free use, restraints, oral (fem!receiving), piv sex, creampies, cum play, public-ish, overstimulation.

Thinking about being Eddie’s cum dump during Hellfire.

He’s got you tied to his bed, spread eagle on his filthy mattress. Naked except for a bralette made of cheap ass lace so your stiff nipples will rub up against it and it’ll keep you that much more on edge for him the rest of the evening.

He almost didn’t finish setting up the game on time he was so wrapped up in getting you ready, flitting around the room gathering his materials; checking the ties so they were tight, but not too tight; stopping to kiss your pussy every time his eyes were drawn to it, letting his lips trail sloppily all over your inner thighs and stomach and up to your tits he squeezes as he sucks on them.

And right before the guys get there, he straps a wand to your thigh—the nice one that plugs into the wall, so no chance of it dying on him—and he positions the head so it sits right on your clit. He keeps it on low at first, knowing the stereo in the other room will drown out its sounds and yours while the game is going on the entire night.

If you get louder later, he’s got a back-up plan.

Then someone knocks on the door and he’s gone. And all you can do is lay there listening to him and his friends as he greets them and they carry on in the living room like it’s any other regular game.

Only difference is the younger members have all been excluded, and they might have put up more of a fight had it not been for the withering glare Eddie delivered that told them in no uncertain terms, “do not fuck with me on this.”

But the guys think the kids might have come out ahead, because Eddie is on another level tonight. He’s always revved up, but something has got him buzzing, ready to jump out of his skin.

Like he’s gonna explode.

And you have no way of knowing how long it’s been, but when Eddie finally makes it back to see you whining and writhing on his bed, the sight alone has him dropping to his knees.

He makes out messily with your dripping pussy, murmuring into it about how he’s missed her so much and how pretty she is and how well she is gonna take him as his tongue plunges inside. He grinds his hard dick down into the mattress, but doesn’t free it, doesn’t let his own hand offer so much as even a squeeze of relief over his jeans.

Not yet.

With one last long suck to your clit, he pops off it and he brings the wand back in, clicking up the intensity before he disappears again.

The next time he sneaks back, his dick is out. You heard his belt clinking as he undid it in the hall so he could dive right in as soon as the door has shut behind him. He bites on his own fist to muffle the groan he lets out as he pushes inside at last, his eyes rolling back like he’s been possessed.

For the rest of the night, he comes and goes as he pleases—literally.

He takes any and every excuse to pause, acting like he’s just giving the guys a break to strategize, when really he just wants to retreat to his room to fuck you. He slides in to the hilt with ease—fucks you fast and sloppy and rough until he comes and pumps load after load inside you that drips out of your pussy and pools under your ass in a puddle.

He watches it happen, mesmerized by the sight, scoops up his spend with his fingers and pushes it back in, whispering the whole time about what a nice and slutty hole it is for him, how he can’t wait to keep filling it up over and over.

The more times you cum, the more sensitive it makes you, the louder you get until Eddie has to clamp his hand down over your mouth to muffle your moans, the rough snapping of his hips never slowing. He stuffs a pair of your panties in your mouth before he climbs off you and tucks his spent cock back inside his crusty boxers.

You’re this close to crying, so close to breaking, but you don’t because you love it too much. Love the way he looks at you like a wild animal looks at its next meal; love the way he takes and takes and takes like he can’t ever get enough; love the way he stops and stares at you for a long moment before he goes, admiring his beautiful toy.

feeling unhinged lately nobody look at me pleeeeeeease

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x female reader

876 notes · View notes

hcneymooners · 5 months ago

Text

⋆ and i came looking for you.

synopsis: knight!f!characters x fem!reader. men & minors dni.

characters: ambessa, sevika, vi, abby anderson, ellie williams, grayson.

cw: apocalypse au!, princess!reader, older woman/younger woman, age difference, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, reunion sex, semi-public sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, obsession, pining, forbidden love, protective!reader, protective!knight!characters, vague fantasy nonsense, devotion. this is a drabble.

notes: trying something new. let me know what you think. also i full on was inspired by @s-4pphics + her incredible arranged marriage ellie piece. my head was spinning for hours after reading it. i lowkey am dreaming of it.

the world descends into apocalypse on a sunday morning. you were with her when it happened, laughing with your head tipped back, your eyes crinkling into a scatter of lines. she doesn’t remember what you were saying—if it was a joke, a story, or some terrible card game she kept letting you win.

all she remembers is the wall exploding, a bright flash of white, then red. blood seeping through cracks like light. your scream as the floor fell, the sound of her ribs snapping like children’s bones as she flung herself toward you—only to miss your hand by inches. the castle crumbled, and you were torn away.

a bioweapon, someone at a makeshift shelter tells her later. all she knows is this: she must get back to you.

the world is a wasteland now, and her princess is without her protection. it’s not that you can’t protect yourself—it’s that she is nothing without protecting you.

the shelter is crowded with weeping and the shaky scaffolding of survival. most stare out of the tents with a distant gaze that she understands all too well. she spends her nights clawing through maps and fragments of rumors, breasts heaving against the thin cotton of her nightshirt as she attempts to plot a way back to you. if you are still—no.

you must be.

they will not let her leave. they speak of safety, of waiting. but she dreams of you. you, in your sheer shift, soft breasts rising and falling with your breath. you, your pouted mouth trembling as you cry, your heavy hips. you, shaking in the throes of nightmares she longs to dispel. and now! look! there she is in this lavish dream.

she dreams of holding your hand, of your body yielding to her touch. of your lips, wet and pliant against hers in a kiss she swore never to speak of again, though now she wishes she had. there you are—the two of you together pressed tightly as you writhe and twist against her fingers her mouth her—

she wakes screaming, the sound feral and raw. she cannot find you. she doesn’t know if you are safe. she begs the gods for mercy, for time, for you to understand why she is late.

they will not let her leave, so she practices for the leaving. she holds water in her mouth until her throat spasms and she spits it up, thick with bile. she practices not breathing. she is preparing her body to endure, for you.

one night, she slips into the lake. the water is black, the moon fractured across its surface. she swims across borders, feet blistered and bloody as she crosses moors and barren landscapes. the world is broken, but her princess is wandering somewhere within it. she hears the wail of a dragon, sees the light of the world’s final stars. your name becomes her mantra, whispered like a prayer. like a long, dizzying spell.

the nights are long and sharp-edged, predators stalking her shadow. her sword is strapped against her, the weight echoing the feel of your body on her back though it is devoid of your warmth. devoid of the undoing vibration of your laugh.

the woods now. by day, she climbs hills and twists through ancient roots. she remembers your veins, fine as threads beneath your skin, when you were upset with her. sometimes they would just out like birds, overextended. your mouth sharp, your words sharper, but she would press you to her lap and hold you until you softened. she would kiss you until you melted into her arms, your anger spilling away like water over stone.

when she lay with you, it was much like breaking into the earth’s molten core. you were so warm, so forgiving. she remembers your cries, high and breathless, as she brought you to your peak with her hands, her mouth, with toys she had never known before you.

her head swims now, fevered and blurred. she cannot stop. she feels you, a buzzing in her chest. your life runs through her, like a tunnel of bees. they are buzzing, they are a beating against her brain.

you are close; she knows this. she does not know what is real now, what is simply her hallucinations attempting to keep her comfort. she woke with her lips pressed to the gnarled bark of a tree, believing it to be your skin. she wept in her solitude.

but there—a cave. she digs and claws at its walls, sobbing when nothing yields. she considers the blade at her side, the gods above, but the buzzing grows louder. you are here. you must be. please let her in please let her please let her in please let her in.

she carves through stone with her grief, and the wall finally gives way. a boulder shifts, light spills through, and she stumbles into your sanctuary.

she drags her body through. closes the mechanism because she is respectful of you always. she sees runes glowing upon it, and understands that it is both the gods that have admitted her and prevented her from finding you. she is angry. she lets it go.

the cave is alive. a meadow unfurls before her, wild and endless beneath a fractured sky. lightning laces the clouds, but you have never feared storms. not fire, not water, not the end of the world. you refuse to bend. she hears the splash of water, and she is running again, faster than she thought possible.

she jolts forward, a broken toy with a rusted weapon and almost tumbles down the grass. she is running. she is running. her heart plods along like a horse, her breath comes quickly and harshly.

she runs until she is at the face of your cottage. it is beautiful, it is of stone. it is glowing with a thousand stars or maybe this is her hallucinations again (it is not.) she is hungry, but she must consume you before food sullies her body.

she stumbles to the back of the house and finds wild dogs cavorting, sees an empty chair. she keeps running, faster now. she knows you are there.

the lake is green and blue and true, and there you are, standing at its center. your hair is braided—she smiles despite herself, remembering how much you hated the task. your body glistens with water, bare and radiant. your nipples hard and pointed from the cold. she calls your name. your neck almost snaps as you look for her, hands trembling and half-raised.

silence. you see her and she sees you and you, in your softness, begin to cry. you are floundering, attempting to come to her but she is still running. toward you now. toward you.

she is running, shedding her sword, her shirt, her past. she dives into the water, her body cutting through it like a blade. the sword sinks into the shallow beginnings of the lake and clatters against the rocks. she too, is now bare, body older and scarred, and the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. she dives, disappears which distresses you, and then comes up for air as she arcs through the water like a serpent of a myth.

her hair is wet and slick against her forehead. you laugh, a wet warbling thing, and clap your hands over your mouth neck body. you need to touch her.

you collide beneath the surface, chest to spine, limbs tangled. the two of you are all twisted. when you break through, gasping, your hands find her face. her arms wrap around your thighs, lifting you from the water as her mouth claims yours. you taste salt and earth and honey, the residue of her journey.

you kiss her and kiss her and she is kissing you. she is holding you. she pulls way only to capture your mouth again, her tongue almost brutish as it bullies its way inside you. her hands dip beneath the water to cup your cunt. you are so wet and you cannot tell if it is all because of the water but you know all of it is because of her.

princess, she murmurs against your lips, her voice trembling with reverence.

her fingers slip inside, fucking you viciously. she is desperate to relearn, to feel you fall apart. your mouth is open, but there is no noise. you can hear birds shrieking, singing. maybe there is noise; maybe you are what you are hearing.

princess, she rumbles against you. princess. she keeps her rhythm, bounces you until your cunt is spasming and you melt against her—into her. you are crying and you feel good and beautiful and good. her name spills from your mouth as she milks you—relentlessly.

and you want to touch her too so you pull her from the water and push her onto shore. you spread her legs, thick and large, and lap at her cunt. she is pink inside, like turkish delight, but doubly sweeter.

her musk lures you in, and you suck, holding her to your mouth even though she snaps and shudders and cries. eventually, the pleasure becomes pain, so you release her, her juices slinking along your chin and collar bones.

you look wild; you look like a diety unknown. she is here with you, she has done it. she has held to her vow of protection—of following you for eternity. the foliage around her seems to surge and she cries anew, her grief and satisfaction coalescing into one bright burning star. you lay against her, feel your hearts exchange places. they crawl inside one another’s bodies, wet and red.

princess, she croaks wetly.

you raise yourself, hover above her. your hair is loose; it hangs over her face. it blocks the sky; you are now her sun. as always. as was meant to be.

princess, she repeats. princess.

your mouth opens, your teeth gleam. you are smiling. this is real life. you are smiling. you are speaking. from your plush lips come the divine words,

my knight.

757 notes · View notes

the-fiction-witch · 7 months ago

Text

What Happened At Driftmark P2

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Aegon Targaryen (Teen) Couple - Aegon X Reader Reader - Y/n (Princess) Rating - 18+ fingering/ eating out/ nudity/ pinv/ raw sex/ spanking/ squirting/ cockwarming Word Count - 1473

Requested -

bridgertonbee1814 asked : I would love to see a part two of this❤️😄

Warning - Teen Smut / Neice x Uncle

Aegon assaulted her neck with kisses, ripping her underdress to shreds, as he forced her down on the bed. His hands grabbed her breasts squeezing them and groping them with busy hands. He was more forceful than he needed to be but he was beyond caring. He kissed down her neck leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake. “Has any man touched you before little Neice?”

“No, my prince,” she admitted,

“Never?”

“Never.”

“Hummm… well then,” he growled, as moved his fingers to capture her nipples until they perked up pinching on them between his fingers and thumb. Tugging on them hard to force a moan from her lips before giving them a good hard twist which made her rub her legs together in this newfound excitement.

“My Prince!” She moaned arching her back,

He pulled back biting his lip hard before he kissed down her neck and chest before he nipped and sucked at her nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth.

“Ahh!” She moaned in pleasure her eyes rolling back,

“Ummm, such a desperate little thing aren’t you Y/n.” He barked, his eyes flicking down her body. He growled approvingly at the sight of her bare pussy. Kissing his way down her stomach, he spread her legs wide and brought his hand to her lips, “lick them for me,”

She obeyed taking his fingers into her mouth, licking softly on his index and middle finger,

Aegon cooed and praised her as she did, moving his fingers back and forth between her teeth and rubbing his fingertips against her tongue, “Suck.” He ordered,

Y/n did as he asked her eyes fluttering shut as she sucked on his fingers,

“Don’t stop.” he growled his other hand holding her jaw to allow his fingers to move faster and harder before he cursed and pulled out his soaked fingers, slipping them down to stroke her labia,

“Aegon!” she moaned her hips bucking up to his hand,

“Hummm…such a pretty little cunt.” he smirked rubbing her clit a little,

“Uuhhh uuuuughhhh!” She whined throwing her head back,

“Lets just see how… ooohh fuck-” He cursed as he slipped a finger inside finding her warm, soaked and throbbing for him, clenching down hard on his finger the moment it was inside, “Ohh you are just so desperate aren’t you,” He groaned, “Don’t worry little niece… I won’t keep this aching cunt waiting.” he whispered before burying his face between her thighs. His tongue flicked out, circling her clit before delving into her folds. He moaned in delight at how she tasted, lapping hungrily at her nectar.

“My prince!” She screamed her hips rubbing against his face,

Aegon continued his ministrations, flicking his tongue rapidly over her clit his hand coming down to thrust two fingers deep inside her dripping heat. He pumped them in and out, curling them to hit that perfect spot that made her cry out and buck her hips. “Mmm, you taste so fucking good,” he growled against her. “I could eat this sweet little cunt all day.”

She was writhing and moaning beneath him now, lost in ecstasy. Aegon could feel her inner walls clamping down on his fingers as she approached her peak. He quickened his pace, wanting to push her over the edge. "Mercy! Mercy My prince!" she begged, “I’ve never.”

“I know… I’ll give you your first, and you’ll beg me for more the rest of our lives.” He smirked,

“Please! Aegon!”

Aegon ignored her pleas, He pumped his fingers faster, curling them deeper inside her. His tongue worked on her clit, sucking and flicking until she thought she would explode. “Come for me, my sweet little niece,” he demanded roughly between licks. “You know you want to.”

His words broke her. The pressure inside her reached a breaking point and with a scream, she tumbled over the edge. Y/n screamed her back arching off the bed and squirting hard all over his face and bed, as this new feeling of pleasure flooded her for the very first time, Her pussy clamped down hard on Aegon's fingers as wave after wave of pure bliss crashed over her. "Aegon… my prince I…" she gasped,

"Humm did you like that?" he barked,

"Y-Yes… More… please…"

Aegon grinned wickedly as he licked her squirt from his lips sitting up to stare down at the mess of a princess he had left behind, “More?”

“Yes please Aegon,”

“I told you, you would.” he growled leaning down to kiss her,

She could taste her own sweetness on his lips and tongue as he invaded her mouth possessively.

Breaking the kiss, Aegon grabbed her waist and flipped her onto her hands and knees. He positioned himself behind her, running a hand over her ass. He gave one cheek a hard slap, watching it redden under his touch. “This what you want Y/n?” he demanded gruffly. “You know you want it.”

She nodded, too far gone in lust and submission to deny him anything.

Aegon moved slowly rubbing himself along her slit to coat his cock in her juices, before he pressed up against her cunt slipping slowly inside inch by inch,

Y/n screamed and moaned her eyes rolling back as he made his way deeper and deeper into her, feeling full and warm with him inside her.

Aegon groaned as he felt her tight heat clamping down on his cock. He was buried to the hilt inside her “Fuck,” he growled out. “You feel so damn good,” He pulled back slowly, savouring the sensation of her gripping him like a vice. Then he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one deep stroke.

Y/n cried out as Aegon took her maidenhead, stealing it for himself.

Aegon threw his head back, a roar of pleasure escaping his lips as she sheathed his cock. Before he lost any sence of control he had and he began to fucked her hard, without mercy a slave to his pleasure and lust, as much as he had made her one to the pleasure he supplied.

“Y-yes… plea-” Y/n's words were cut off by a cry of pure ecstasy as he pounded into her.

Aegon reached around her hips, finding her clit with his thumb. He rubbed hard circles on the sensitive nub as he continued, “Cum for me again,” he demanded gruffly, speeding up his thrusts. “I want to feel you cum all over my cock.”

Y/n threw her head back, a keening wail escaping her lips as she obeyed his command. Her pussy clamped down on his cock like a vice, milking him of his seed.

Aegon's thrusts turned frantic, his grunts of pleasure filling the room. “Fuck,” he groaned out, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. He spurted deep inside her, filling her with his seed.

"Aegon… aegon… my prince…" Y/n gasped unable to move anymore then collapsed down on her stomach,

Aegon collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving with exertion. Before he held her hips tipping them both to lay on their sides, with his cock still inside her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, spooning her from behind as he stroked her hair gently. “Shhh,” he murmured softly, nuzzling against her neck. “…gods… Y/n…”

“Aegon?”

“Umm? Did you enjoy yourself Y/n?”

“Very very much,” she smiled, “But…”

“But?”

“But… we can’t ever do it again. What if our family found out.”

“I know,” he cursed, “stupid family.” He sighed, “But I don’t care what they say, they can’t keep us apart forever. One day I’ll be king, and I’ll make you my pretty little queen.”

“My mother will be queen.” She corrects him,

“Well then… you’ll be princess and heir to the throne. So one day You’ll be queen and I’ll be your handsome king.” he cooed, “But until then I will ride out on Sunfyre whenever I get the chance and you and I can can fly off somewhere secret and snug to fuck to our hearts content.”

“You mean it?”

“Would that make you happy my darling?”

“It would,” she blushed,

“Then I swear it by the old gods and the new.” he cooed kissing her cheek, “Come on, we should get back before we’re missed.” he smiled, “Ughhh fucking… ummm you hold on to me so tight,” He groaned having to use some decent force to pull out,

“Because I don’t want you to go,”

“Ohh believe me Y/n I wouldn’t go if we didn't have to.” He smirked leaning down to kiss her, “Perhaps I’ll redesign my saddle, just so I can have you sat on my lap with my cock inside your cunt the whole flight or the throne so when I’m - when one of us rules, we can sit and snuggle up inside you.”

“I’d like that.”

“I’d love that.” He smirked, “Come on before they kill us.” he laughed getting up to grab his clothes,

“My Prince?” she cooed,

Aegon turned back and Y/n was pouting purposely opening her legs for him, “yeah?”

“Mhm,”

“…Five more minuets.” he smirked jumping back into bed with her,

360 notes · View notes

dark-and-kawaii · 10 months ago

Note

Okay but think about this? being Halsins little plaything while in the grove

⋆｡˚꒰ঌ Pᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ໒꒱˚｡⋆

⊹₊⟡⋆ Content: NSWF - Creampie - Large Cock Stretching You - Thick Meaty Fingers Stretching Your Ass - Tip Of His Cock Kissing Your Cervix - Belly Bulge

⊹₊⟡⋆ Notes: Eeeee ♡ ♡ ♡!!!! Yes!!! Being Halsin’s perfect little plaything would be so delicious. That man is packing quite the meat in his pants so you’d be filled so nicely, but your poor insides would be so bruised. Let’s be honest, you’d also never grow accustomed to how thick he is.

You mindlessly writhe against Halsin, you felt so full, so bloated from the copious amounts of cum he’s dumped inside you- so split open on his cock.

The cutest strangled mewls leave your kiss bitten swollen lips as large calloused fingers press hard circles onto that perky bundle of nerves- rubbing you to completion, you sob at the intensity- “H-Halsin~! S’too deep!!! Feels li-ke haa~!!” Your cunt tightens- pulsating around him as you squirt- a gush of fluids leave you, and he only pushes deeper, grinding into that sensitive cervix of your, “Ahh~♡ m’massaging mah w-womb~ ♡ s’with your co-cock~~”

The arch Druid pulls back just to snap forward- the force of the thrust makes your entire body lurch forward, your tongue lolls out, eyes rolled up- a loud and needy squeal leaving you. Halsin chuckles as he repeats the action, watching as your breast and tongue bounce and sway with the violent movements, Look at you, my heart. Giving in to the pleasures nature has to offer.” A hand reaches toward your puckered ass- a finger prodding it teasingly, before he slides a digit in- and you wail at the sensation.

Another digit, stretching your tight ring, you feel your eyes begin to water as you babble incoherently, “nyoooo~!!! S’too meaty!!! Your fingers!! W-won't fi- fit, won't fit!! M-my body's gonna- gonna b-bre-breeak! ♡! M-my ass is goin’a s-plit ~! ♡ Aha~! ♡!!!”

Halsin hushes you softly, a tenderness in his voice as he speaks, though he doesn’t stop thrusting into you, his two thick digits moving in a scissoring motion to loosen up that tight ass of yours- and it feels like he's about to rip you apart, “You've been well for me. Making a beautiful mess, coating my body with your nectar.”

You were so perfect, perfect for him. Your body left like the perfect vice, so tight, so warm. Halsin groans at the lewd squelching noises- your pussy sucking him in, your blown out eyes, the cute little sounds you make as he stretches both your holes…

He couldn’t take his eyes off you, the way you were crying out- begging for him to stop, yet still you ground back into his cock and fingers, desperately seeking out that release. That animalistic need, the feral hunger, it was driving him to the brink of madness, and just as his body started to glow- just before he could wild shape-

With a final thrust he pulls you into a passionate, burning kiss that pushes you both to the brink. Your mind goes blank, your eyes crossed as you see stars, and the heat- that heat, the one that's been simmering, that's been boiling all this time… It finally explodes. And a torrent of cum floods you, fills you to the brim, and you can do nothing but hold onto him, your legs weakly wrapping around him- pushing his fingers deeper into your ass as you feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

The Druids hot seed creates a thick creamy circle around his cock, oozing out and splattering on the earth below. Coating his hand that’s still working you- still moving in and out of that tight ring…

In one fluid motion, and a pop as he removes his fingers, Halsin pulled out of that snug embrace of your dripping cunt, like a bear waking from a long winter's slumber, and rolled to his back. His large hands gripped your hips, dragging you along with him, and leaving your lower body sprawled over his, legs splayed to each side of his hairy thighs.

He strokes your back, the pads of his fingers brushing your sweaty skin, his touch feather light and soothing. You can only manage a soft hum in response, feeling the exhaustion creeping up…

You were so perfect for him. The perfect sleeve, the perfect hole for release. And as his seed slowly leaks out of you, Halsin smiles, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur’s gate 3 #baldurs gate #tav #Halsin #halsin silverbough #halsin bg3 #bg3 halsin #bg3 smut #smut #fanfic #writers on tumblr #halsin smut #halsin x tav #halsin x reader

637 notes · View notes

monstersholygrail · 10 months ago

Note

Do you have any Gargoyle stories?? 👀

As in published, I’m afraid I do not. BUT!

But-but-but I do have about 5 drafts of Gargoyle stories. As well as two French Gargoyle OCs of mine that have yet to be introduced.

I definitely want to start publishing Gargoyle stories as fun Dray lore fact, Gargoyles are part of what started my monster obsession! I gotta pay my respects now

So uhhhh, here’s a blurb of my Gargoyle OC Bastien

Gargoyle bf would be fucking you along the side of a building, his claws digging into the stone to keep you both upright, and demanding you shout his name when you call him daddy instead. Bastien immediately stops and you cry out, having been so so close. His thick cock pulsing inside of you.

“What did you just call me, cher?”

You’re still panting, your face all flushed as you try and deny it. Bastien starts up again of course, though not at his previous pace and it kills you. He asks you with each slow and torturous thrust what it was you called him as the grainy texture of his cock glides along your walls just right.

You deny it time and time again. It’s only when he unlatches a claw from the building and starts rubbing tight little circles into your clit with each thrust do you break, tears streaming down your face as you call him daddy again.

A wicked grin spreads across Bastien’s stony lips and he picks up his pace, not saying anything else but “Again.”

Making you writhe in embarrassment and a pinch of humiliation for those who might be hearing you only a handful of feet below. For those who could be around the corner listening. Taking a peak of you two…

You give into him each time, calling him daddy again and again until your orgasm explodes within you, setting your every atom on fire. Giving you a more powerful orgasm than you’ve ever had before. All while Bastien smirks down at you, his own release following only seconds after.

You can barely feel his cum spill inside you with the way you’re trembling but it makes you fall into another mini climax anway, a splash of pain accompanying it as overstimulation begins to take hold.

590 notes · View notes

namelessgakusei · 2 months ago

Text

EP. 2.3 Amen.

Devil May Cry x Reader Insert

Warnings: It's DMC. Based on the New Netflix Series. Spoiler warnings for the actual show. Not proofread. Slightly canon divergent.

EP. 2.2 And deliver us from evil (prev.)

EP 3.1 This is how you shoot (cont.)

Synopsis: The black haired lady got ahold of his amulet.

It was like time had stopped for a moment.

Her eyes locked into yours and you swore you never saw anyone as beautiful as her. Black hair with heterochromia, you wonder if she'll be more pretty if she doesn't scowl at you like that, but you can see the appeal. What really took your attention is the insignia she wears.

DARKCOM.

A rifle being chucked at her direction is what snapped you out of your trance. The mysterious woman moved with precision, avoiding the weapons thrown by Dante and your bullets, using the men around as shields while planting small devices as she went around the room. Something's wrong.

The sight of her donning a hood and revealing a button made you spin towards the beeping machines. An ear splitting sound came after they detonated, immobilizing you and Dante as you writhe and clutched your heads in pain. Seeing her chance, the lady aimed a gun at your direction, but Dante pushed you to the side as it fired.

But her aim wasn't either of you, it was the pendant that hangs around his neck.

The necklace hangs at wall, secured by the hook before it recoiled back towards the woman. Dante was too late to snatch it back as he staggered in pain towards her, reaching out in pain. "Hey...!"

But the woman casually threw a smoke bomb, hindering his progress further as she disappeared in the night.

It seems like the further she went the weaker the shrilling sound becomes, enabling you to finally move and stand up. "Of course the goon squad was a misdirect." You heard the edge from Dante's voice, before his steps slowly came closer to your line of sight.

"Up we go." His arms snaked under your armpits and hoisted you up in the air, a little too high that your feet are dangling, before laughing at your pained expression. "Man, you look waste—"

You kicked him on the knee for that.

Meanwhile, Enzo was squealing and giggling over that woman. You groaned. You were right to renounce that bastard his right as your adoptive father.

This is one hell of a night. You were glad you got to even it out with Arnie, but now another foreign variable came and ruined your plans. And it seems like Dante's sharing your sentiments, as he makes his way to a table where your briefcase sits at and procures two guns.

"I don't care who she is. She hurt my family, and I made a promise." He glares as he makes his way back to you, handing you your equipment.

"And I'm gonna keep it."

The two of you jumped into the night.

Above the rooftops ran three individuals, one clad in red, one in white and one in a strange uniform. You and Dante took both sides surrounding the woman, each having your own agendas in the pursuit. One for his mother's memento, and the other to settle a score.

Once you cornered her, however, her boots lighted up and flung her into the air, spinning to aim weapons at the both of you. You managed to shoot one of her boots, rendering it broken, and Dante shot her cheek; but one her bullets was tampered with, exploding upon in contact with his skin.

"Dante!" You cried out and shot her remaining boot, but the lady gracefully turned and did a somersault to land on her feet safely.

"I've watched you fight." The lady dusts herself and produces another one of those devices she used earlier, throwing it in the air. You're not a fool, so you shot it the moment it flew; but this isn't like the earlier mechanism, it's a bolo that activated at your attack, flying in your direction and immobilizing you. Dante tried to run to your air upon getting his bearings but he was shot once again, with his shoulder exploded this time. "(Y/N)!"

"Then I wondered, how the fuck can a guy take that much damage and come out unscathed?" The lady sauntered over Dante's kneeling form, his hand over his shoulder as the wound heals itself. "A really awesome one?" He quipped in pain.

"Or not a person at all." She grabbed his neck. "It was an anti-demon bullet that I hit you with."

You hold pride in your flexibility.

"Since it exploded on contact, no matter how you try to hide it, it means..."

The kind that makes Enzo sick when you casually bend your limbs to escape restraints.

His shirt was ripped, exposing his chest. But the usual pulsing, protruding, purple chest cavity that demons usually have is missing from him, confusing the lady.

"You're a demon...?"

Dante stood up with a raised brow, confused about the lady's actions but shrugged nonetheless. "Ripped and irresistible dreamboat, I know."

"Still can't just tear a guy's clothes off."

"Now's not the time for fucking jokes, Dante." You hollered from your position on the ground, a few feet away from them, while writhing like a worm to get out of your restraints—

But the lady wasn't fazed by the joke, nor when Dante freed himself from her grip, still shocked that her hypothesis wasn't true. "You're not a demon. But your blood..."

—Dante pouted at your response, then smirked upon thinking of a comeback, wiggling his brows suggestively at your direction. "Hey, I'd let you rip out my clothes too, y'know."

The lady gasped and stepped back. "I've heard it was possible. I never thought I'd see one, though. A part demon—"

"...Not the time!" You cried in embarrassment and struck the lady on her temple with your briefcase, breaking skin and temporarily knocking her out. Dante took this chance to slice her gun in half before she could shoot it again.

Seeing her disadvantage, the lady fled, jumping through roofs and walls with you two hot on her trail. Grabbing onto a downspout, she slid to the roof below while shooting at the both of you with her remaining gun, but it wasn't enough. Dante ran through walls and parried her bullets while you jumped from the roof and shot at her while falling, managing to break the pipe, which also sent her plummeting with you. "Dante!" You called, and he came, jumping to catch you first before the lady.

Smoke and debris filled the air as the pipe fell to another roof. Dante held the lady by her wrists and pushed her to the wall, looking furious. "Seriously? Part demon?"

"If you knew how many of those I've killed, you'd know how crazy that sounds."

"Demons kill their own all the time." She retorted, mirroring his scowl. "Humans do too." You cut in, an arm over your waist while you held your briefcase with the other.

"How else can you explain what your partner is capable of?" She sneered at you. "He even fights like one, Unholy strength but no intelligence and all, or do you not live up to your reputation?"

That set you off. You take pride in everything you do, your plans, the way you fight, your abilities. You never lose, because you always think too far ahead. There isn't any information or person on Earth that you can't find in less than three days, but she's taunting you that you don't even know anything about your partner? You didn't dig anything out of respect! How dare she belittle Dante like that?! She doesn't know shi—

"That's it, I'm killing her." You snarled and dropped your bag to the ground, already cocking a gun and pointing at her head. Dante held out his arm to stop you, maintaining his glare at her. "You're too chatty for someone who's caught, and since we're getting so personal..." He reached out for his pendant behind her back, "What does everyone want with my mom's necklace?"

"You two don't even know what this really is, do you?" She smirked, breaking the thin ice she was in Dante's patience. "I know that's it's mine!"

"All yours, Hellblood."

She kicked him in the face and used the temporary distraction to break the illusion surrounding the "pendant" that went flying from Dante's grasp. It's a grenade. The sight made him run to you to shield you from the explosion, giving the lady the opportunity to escape with the real accessory.

The lady landed safely on the ground and procured the real necklace inside her uniform, before fleeing to an alley.

You coughed at the smoke, with Dante's arms securing you to his chest. The bomb was enough to tear more of his clothes, but not strong enough to destroy the buildings around you. Needless to say, both of you are livid at the situation.

With matching grins, Dante carried you as he jumped from roof to roof and onto the alley the lady ran to. It's nearly a dead end, with no sight of her anywhere.

A door creaked behind you.

Dante was too enthusiastic to kick it down, with you opting to stay on a safe distance outside. It... wasn't the usual interior of a building? There's monitors and is that a cell...?

It's a trap.

"Dante—" Someone kicked the air out of your lungs as you barreled forward, stumbling on Dante's arms. It's the lady.

Suddenly, a door comes closing from above, separating you from her, before getting filled with sleeping gas. "Usually, we don't bother taking members of your species prisoner." A potent one, at that, as you immediately felt the effects in mere seconds. "But we do have the tech for it." The lady shrugged and smirked, activating a button which made something shoot up at Dante's neck. He groaned at the forced slumber, clutching the area where he was pierced, with the skin already healing.

"An insurance. Just in case you managed to get out of the truck." A chip had attached itself within his veins, a bomb that will go off under certain circumstances.

"What truck...?" You mumbled before slumping to the ground.

Another door opens and a faint sound of a motor starting up is heard. Across the vehicle, just where you came from, stood the six members of DARKCOM's Elite Force.

"Who caught who now, motherfuckers?"

taglist!: @mischiefmanaged71 @tamashithe2nd @im-just-a-simp-le-whore @96jnie @flwerie

#devil may cry #devil may cry x reader #dmc #dmc x reader #dante x reader #dante sparda x reader #devil may cry x reader insert #dmc x reader insert #gaku's works!

227 notes · View notes

khywren · 7 months ago

Text

❛ pairing: Astarion/f!reader ❛ word count: 2.2k ┊ ❛ rating: 18+ MDNI ❛ tags/cw: oral sex, face-sitting, multiple orgasms, biting

▸ preview: You feel his lips part against your inner thigh, and his fangs follow the broad sweep of his tongue, digging into the soft skin there before delicately piercing your flesh. Your blood stains his lips, delicious and sweet as he laps it up eagerly.

OR: Astarion is in a mood to indulge. As it turns out, so are you.

AO3 ┊ masterlist

No matter how many times you see – or feel – Astarion's fangs, you don't think you'll ever tire of them. That shiver of excitement you feel as he bears them behind a wicked grin, the way he sets your nerves alight when they graze your skin and he rewards you with another playful nip.

Sometimes you wonder how he can manage to remain so gentle with you. Especially on a night like tonight, when he's got you whimpering and pleading for more as though he hasn't touched you in weeks.

Will there ever be a moment when even his slightest touch doesn't drive you mad with desire?

Your back bows off the mattress as his lips ghost against the twin marks that adorn your throat – his favorite place to feed. His hands are deliciously cool against your heated skin as they map the curves of your body, leaving a path of destruction in their wake. Everywhere he touches you leaves you crying out for more, more, more, and as you arch into him to chase the sensation of his hands upon you Astarion makes an amused noise into the crook of your neck.

“Patience, darling. When I told you I wanted to taste every part of you tonight, I meant it.”

The evidence of his own desire is apparent; in at least a dozen places he has already bitten you, decorating the tops of your breasts, your stomach, and especially your neck with tender little blemishes that mark you as his.

Some of them will be visible above your clothing tomorrow. But the rest will be your little secret.

The low, possessive tone of his voice makes you tremble, but what excites you even further is the moment Astarion's head dips beneath your collarbones and his mouth drags a tortuous path to the stiff peak of your nipple. The taut bud slips between his teeth and he bites down just hard enough that you cry out again, eyes squeezed shut as you twist your hands in the sheets.

Not so long ago, the two of you hadn't had the luxury of privacy, and it took everything you had to keep your voice down when he'd visit you in your tent after sundown. But now there is no need to hold yourself back, and Astarion is nothing if not dedicated to coaxing as many pretty little sounds from your mouth as he possibly can. You can hear it in the growl that rumbles in his throat, feel it in the way he expertly explores your body.

He isn't blindly searching for the places that will leave you writhing desperately beneath him. He doesn't have to, because he's long since memorized them all, but that doesn't mean he can't have a little fun making you beg for the pleasure only he can provide.

And beg you do, not with your words but with the way you continue to angle yourself into his hands and let out a languid moan, instinctively telling him what you need.

Astarion takes his time with you, alternating between licking, sucking, and biting your breasts, humming appreciatively as he works to build your pleasure to a crescendo. Each time he passes over a particularly sensitive part of you, a jolt of white-hot heat explodes across your nerves, tethering to the growing inferno between your legs. You press your thighs together but it brings you little relief.

You swallow thickly, mouth dry from panting as Astarion slides lower down your body, over the planes of your stomach as he inches closer to the place you need him most.

Yes, you think, yes, yes…

Your vision slowly comes back into focus as you open your eyes, keen on watching the moment he slips his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties and finally claims you. Your cunt clenches tightly, arousal dampening the soft cotton fabric.

Astarion hovers over you for a moment, and when he angles his face up to capture your gaze you can clearly see the wicked gleam in his eyes through his delicate lashes.

“Not yet, my sweet,” he purrs, kissing across your thigh. You whine in protest, bucking your hips and reaching out to tangle your hands in his ivory curls. You feel as though you're going to explode, so needy for his mouth between your legs that you're having a hard time thinking of anything else.

Writhing against him does nothing but coax another laugh from him. You pout and shoot him a scathing glare, but he's far too busy elsewhere to notice.

“Careful,” Astarion murmurs in warning. You feel the telltale pinpricks of his fangs each time you undulate your hips. “You wouldn't want my fangs to slip, now would you?”

He's bluffing, of course. Every one of Astarion's movements is precisely calculated, but the thought of being bitten in such an intimate place makes your heart race and gooseflesh spread across your exposed skin. You answer his question by squirming against him, daring him to make good on his promise.

“Naughty little thing you are,” Astarion huffs with a click of his tongue. He doesn't sound displeased in the slightest.

You feel his lips part against your inner thigh, and his fangs follow the broad sweep of his tongue, digging into the soft skin there before delicately piercing your flesh. Your blood stains his lips, delicious and sweet as he laps it up eagerly. A low groan wracks his body, fingers digging into the space above your hip as he suckles gently on the place he's bitten you.

It hurts in a way you find intoxicating, a brief sting of pain that's quickly replaced with the most satisfying pleasure.

Inhaling deeply, you push yourself up on your elbows and watch him run his tongue along your thigh, up, up, up, pressing tender little kisses as he goes. He can feel you watching him, and when his eyes flick up to find your face, your heart skips a beat beneath his hungry gaze.

“Astarion…”

A simpering smile works its way across his handsome face, brows raising playfully as he looks up at you. You know how much it delights him to see you like this, pupils blown and hair disheveled as you gape at him in anticipation.

“I suppose I've kept you waiting long enough, haven't I?” he muses, cocking his head to the side when you furrow your brow and scoff.

“Too long,” you scold him. “You're doing it on purpose just to torture me, you terrible, awful man.”

Another nip of your skin, this time at the place just above your hip bones. His long fingers glide over your stomach, and you suck in a breath between your teeth.

“Is that what you think?” he asks, the innocence in his tone betrayed by the smug expression he wears so elegantly. He toys with the waistband of your panties, feigning disinterest.

“You're doing it right now!” you exclaim, staring at him in disbelief. You open your mouth to voice another complaint, but Astarion acts faster, gripping your waist and tugging your body towards him, causing you to fall flat onto your back. The breath is knocked from your lungs as your head hits the pillow, and in your state of temporary disorientation you can only just make out the sound of Astarion's pleased little laugh.

“Hush, love,” he orders you. “Let me play with my food.”

You lift your hips obediently as he sinks his teeth into the fabric and tugs your panties down your thighs, and you shiver as Astarion parts your legs and exposes your core to the open air. The world around you spins as his cool breath fans out across your sensitive skin, and the first pass of his tongue through your slick folds wipes your mind blank in the blink of an eye.

Closing your eyes allows you to feel him more profoundly, lets you focus on the way his hands wrap around the backs of your thighs as he buries his face between your legs and feasts on you. His tongue is everywhere, gliding through your folds and brushing against your entrance. Everywhere but the bundle of nerves that throbs in protest, and despite his earlier command you can't help the broken cry that slips past your trembling lips.

“Astarion,” you beg, hands making their way back into his hair. “Please…”

With what seems like an impossible slowness, Astarion slowly lifts his head, and you shatter like so many fragile panes of glass the moment his lips finally wrap around your clit and suck.

It no longer embarrasses you how quickly he can make you come, not when it feels this good. Pleasure rips through your body and your fingers pull at his hair, voice hoarse as you scream his name and tighten your thighs around his head. Every swipe of his tongue prolongs your orgasm, and you lose track of time as wave after wave of euphoria cascades through you. Your chest heaves as you gasp for breath, fortunate that Astarion no longer needs to breathe because of how fiercely you've kept his face pressed against you.

At last you release him, and when you risk a glance at him the sight of his face between your thighs, covered in your arousal, is perhaps the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

Astarion licks his lips and murmurs his approval.

“Was that what you wanted? Are you satisfied now, darling?”

“No,” you admit with a shaky laugh, offering him a lopsided smile.

“That’s my good girl,” he growls, sinking back between your legs. “I haven't yet had my fill of you either.”

He seems to enjoy the taste of you on his tongue a while longer before another idea strikes him, and as he crawls up the length of your body to kiss you, you wrap your arms around his torso and pull him close. Astarion's hands slip beneath your back with the same ease his tongue slips into your mouth, and in one swift motion he's flipped the both of you over, settling into the mattress with you on top of him.

When you part for breath, the press of his hands on your backside coaxes you forward, and at last you realize what he means to have you do. His expression is nothing if not roguish as your hips hover over his face, and he combats any hesitation you might still have by capturing your waist to tug you down.

You brace yourself on the headboard with both hands, white-knuckled as his lips and tongue bring you renewed pleasure. You roll your hips against his face with another delicious moan, throwing your head back the moment his tongue teases your entrance and slips inside.

“Mmm…” he groans into your cunt, hands locked around your hips like a vise. His nose bumps against your clit, and you struggle to keep yourself upright as he has his way with you.

“That's it,” Astarion encourages you, and the vibration of his voice against your most sensitive areas has you panting, desperate for release. You grind yourself against his face, riding him with almost reckless abandon.

“Come for me again, darling. You can do it.”

Astarion's tongue swirls around your clit, and you swear you see stars. The sensation makes your entire body shake, and your whimpers and moans tumble from your mouth one after the other as your stomach tightens and you feel yourself spiraling towards the precipice once again. He works you diligently, each noise of his own between your legs only heightening your pleasure.

“Astarion –”

Your voice wavers, and you find it difficult to speak. The sound of his name on your lips is music to his ears, and his fingers dig more tightly into your skin, tongue licking one last teasing stripe down the center of you before it's too much to bear.

You come for him again with a violent shout, hips bucking wildly as your cunt pulses and your body quivers. You lose your grip on the headboard but Astarion holds you tight, never once slowing down as he guides you through the height of your pleasure. He helps you settle once you remember how to breathe, and you straddle his hips as Astarion gazes up at you with such ferocious intensity that you feel your heart tighten in your chest.

“You always taste so sweet, darling,” he murmurs, tongue peeking from behind his lips as he licks them clean. You catch another glimpse of his fangs behind them as he grins at you in satisfaction.

You wiggle your hips, suddenly all too aware of his cock, which stands at attention against the swell of your ass. Your body is almost spent, but the thought of pleasuring him in return feels you with renewed vigor.

“My turn,” you say, lifting your hips again.

Astarion beams at you, wrapping his arms possessively around you as he tugs you down for another passionate kiss. His fangs graze against your lips before you open your mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue as he groans against you.

“As you wish, my love. There is nothing I’d like more.”

#let me distract you from the horrors of the holidays with a little smut #😌#it's been a minute since i've done one of these #astarion x reader #astarion x female reader #astarion x female tav #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion x f!tav #astarion x f!reader #spawn astarion #soft astarion #astarion smut #bg3 fanfic #astarion #astarion bg3 #my writing

318 notes · View notes

moonmaiden1996 · 4 months ago

Text

Love at First Sight (According to Nagumo, Anyway) Part 7

Warning- Blood and horror.

You opened your mouth to scream, but nothing came—no desperate cry for help, no ear-shattering shriek—only a strangled, guttural whimper. A rough thumb pressed against your windpipe, not enough to cut off air completely but enough to silence you, to remind you how powerless you were in their grip. Panic bloomed in your chest, searing and consuming, every nerve in your body screaming for you to fight. You thrashed, twisting, kicking with every ounce of strength you had left, but steely hands clamped down around your limbs, locking you in place as if you were a mere insect struggling beneath their grasp.

Your only satisfaction was the thin red lines that blossomed against the man’s skin as your nails raked across him. He hissed, but his grip remained unyielding. It had to be Nagumo. Who else would send minds like these? It had to be. He must have grown sick and tired of waiting. You should have gone to the police. Not that it would have helped you now.

"Bitch," one of them snarled, twisting your arm into an awkward, painful angle, nearly yanking it from its socket. A sharp burst of pain shot through you, white-hot and sickening.

"Your own damn fault," another sneered, a wiry man with nicotine-stained teeth grinning down at you, his breath reeking of tobacco and malice. "Can’t even handle a little girl."

His fingers traced your cheek, slow and deliberate, sending revulsion clawing up your throat. "Pretty little thing," he mused, his voice syrupy with twisted delight. "Might have to take a taste later."

He purred the words like a promise, and your stomach churned.

"This the one?" he called over his shoulder.

Behind him, lurking in the shadows, was your boss—your ex-boss now, you supposed—his bulbous face red and puffy from drink, his eyes glinting with vindictive satisfaction.

"That’s the one," he spat. "Devious little whore. I always knew she was gunning for my job. Didn’t think she’d have the nerve to fucking threaten me with that psycho thug."

They laughed, low and cruel, the sound thick with malice.

"Little girl’s out of her depth," another taunted. "Maybe we should teach her what happens when you let outsiders encroach on our turf."

"Let’s have some fun," the wiry man crooned, turning back to you. "So tell me, little girl, who did you contact? Was it that fool, Tatsu?"

You tried to speak, but the only sound that escaped was a strangled gurgle, raw and desperate. The thug’s thick, calloused finger pressed deeper into your throat, cutting off anything more than a pitiful whimper. The pressure sent a wave of panic surging through your body, your vision blurring at the edges as your airway strained under his grip. It only made them laugh—low, cruel, utterly entertained. Not that they really wanted you to talk. They were enjoying watching you struggle, reveling in your helplessness, savoring your fear like a fine delicacy.

"Not answering? That’s fine," he chuckled darkly. "We can loosen your tongue another way."

He took a long, slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing a searing red in the dim alley light. Then, without hesitation, he moved the burning ember closer to your exposed skin.

You writhed, a fresh wave of terror washing over you, but the grip on your body remained unrelenting. Your eyes locked onto the glowing tip, the heat radiating against your skin even before it touched you.

"Stay still, you bitch," a thug growled, and a sharp crack rang through the air as he backhanded you across the face. A burst of pain exploded across your cheek, the metallic taste of blood filling your mouth.

The taste of blood flooded your mouth again as you winced, bracing yourself for the blow.

The man raised his hand, poised to strike once more, his grin widening, savoring the moment of terror.

Your eyes closed, instinctively twisting your head away, your body stiffening, bracing for the pain. You waited. And waited.

And then—

"How dare you touch my wife."

The voice cut through the night like a blade, cold and sharp, carrying an edge of quiet fury.

Nagumo stepped into the dim light, his presence swallowing the alleyway like a growing storm. His usual playful smirk was absent, replaced by something unreadable, something dark. The knife in his hand gleamed under the flickering streetlamp, the edge catching the light like a predator's fangs. The thugs barely had time to react before he moved.

One moment, he was standing at the alley’s entrance; the next, he was among them, a blur of fluid, lethal motion. A sickening gurgle filled the air as his blade found the throat of the man who had hit you, a crimson spray splattering the brick wall like grotesque art. The body crumpled before the others could fully process what had happened.

"Shit! It’s him from the order!" someone yelled, scrambling backward.

Nagumo turned to the next with an almost lazy grace, his blade dancing as he twisted out of the way of a clumsy swing. His knife flicked out, and another man dropped, clutching his stomach as blood seeped through his fingers.

Your ex-boss stumbled backward, his face draining of color. "I—I am sorry, I didn’t know—"

"Didn’t you?" Nagumo interrupted, voice pleasant yet devoid of warmth. He stepped over the writhing bodies with eerie calm, his blade dripping. "You touched what’s mine. You tried to hurt her. And you thought that was something you’d walk away from?"

The last thug turned to run, but he didn’t make it two steps before Nagumo’s knife buried itself between his ribs. A garbled scream echoed in the alleyway as he collapsed, twitching.

Nagumo let out a slow exhale and turned to your ex-boss, the only one left standing. The man was shaking, sweat beading at his temple.

"P-Please, we can work something out, I have money—"

Nagumo tilted his head, as if considering. Then, without a word, he plunged his blade into the man’s neck. Your ex-boss made a wet, choking sound as he sagged against Nagumo, eyes wide with disbelief before the life drained from them completely. Nagumo yanked the knife free and let him drop.

Silence filled the alley, thick and suffocating.

Nagumo turned to you. The rage was gone from his face, replaced by something softer. He crouched beside you, reaching out. You flinched, your body still trembling.

"Shhh," he murmured, his voice almost soothing now. "It’s over. You’re safe."

Safe. The word rang hollow.

Nagumo’s golden eyes burned with a silent fury as he crouched beside you, his touch unexpectedly gentle as he brushed a thumb across your bloodied lip. Without a word, he shrugged off his coat and wrapped it around your trembling shoulders, the weight and warmth of it cocooning you in an odd sense of security. "They won’t hurt you again. No one will. Not while I’m here," he murmured, voice softer now, yet carrying an unshakable promise.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you stared into his golden eyes, the intensity in them nearly suffocating.

"Let’s get you somewhere safe," he said softly, offering his hand.

Your stomach twisted. Your ex-boss’s body was a grotesque sight—slumped on the cold concrete, eyes wide in disbelief, the life draining from him in a crimson pool. The others lay scattered in grotesque poses, all bloodied, all still. The blood was so thick now it almost seemed like the alley was drowning in it, the metallic tang of it sharp in your nostrils, clinging to everything—the walls, your skin, your clothes. It felt unreal, like the world had shifted sideways and you were trapped in a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from.

But there was no escaping the truth.

Nagumo had saved you. But why?

The knife in his hand was still dripping with blood. His calm demeanor, the coldness in his golden eyes—he was the one who’d ended their lives so effortlessly. And yet, here he was now, extending his hand toward you, his voice soft, almost gentle in the midst of all this chaos.

He wanted to help you. But did he?

Your mind raced, the events of the last few minutes crashing over you in waves of disbelief. You trembled, your entire body shaking—not from the cold, but from the utter shock of it all. You felt numb, detached, as if you were floating above your own body, unable to make sense of the reality unfolding at your feet.

"Come on," Nagumo coaxed, his voice soothing, even as the bloodied bodies of the men he’d killed lay scattered at his feet. His gaze softened just a fraction, and you felt the weight of it—the intensity of his eyes, the power in his presence, the undeniable pull of him. "You’re safe now. I’m here."

But were you? Were you really?

You couldn’t tear your gaze away from the gruesome sight of your ex-boss, his bloated face still locked in a mask of surprise, his last breath stolen from him in a moment of pure terror. You should have felt relief, but all you could feel was a deep, gnawing sense of confusion, of displacement.

His hand was still there, just inches from you, warm and inviting. But you couldn’t move. Your body was frozen in place, unable to take the step toward him, to let go of the fear still gripping you. The tremors in your legs wouldn’t stop. Your mind couldn’t seem to catch up.

Nagumo stepped closer to you, his presence almost overwhelming. He crouched down beside you, his golden eyes studying your face, reading your fear, your confusion, and your unwillingness to accept what had just happened. His fingers reached out, brushing against your bloodied lip, his touch so gentle it was almost a shock compared to the violence that had just erupted in the alley.

"Shhh," he whispered softly, his voice almost soothing now, coaxing you into the calm he promised. "It’s okay. It’s all over."

But it wasn’t okay. Nothing about this was okay.

Your heart was still pounding in your chest, your breath shallow, ragged. You couldn’t respond. You didn’t know how to. You wanted to say something—anything—to make sense of it all, but your throat was tight, your words stuck somewhere deep inside.

Nagumo’s face softened a fraction, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “It’s alright,” he murmured, his words like a balm over your raw, trembling nerves. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

And maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t.

You could feel yourself slipping. The tremors in your limbs grew stronger, your body rebelling against the cold, the blood, the madness.

Without a word, Nagumo reached out, his hands sliding under your arms, and in one fluid motion, he lifted you off your feet. His body was warm against yours, his arms strong as he cradled you close to his chest. The scent of him—clean, sharp, like freshly cut leather—filled your senses, grounding you in a way that nothing else had.

You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know what you were feeling. All you could do was cling to him, your hands shaking as you burrowed your face against the curve of his neck, your body instinctively seeking solace in the only place that felt safe, even if you weren’t sure why.

Nagumo’s arms tightened around you but there was a tenderness there, too—a strange kind of care amidst the violence. His voice, still gentle, still soothing, whispered against your ear. “I won’t let anyone hurt you again. Not while I’m here.”

His words, though meant to reassure, only served to deepen the knot in your stomach. Not while I’m here. Your stomach twisted again—harder. But as you looked at the carnage surrounding you, the lifeless bodies, the blood pooling at your feet—you realized one thing.

No one else had come to save you. No one else had even noticed you were in danger. Nagumo had.

And that was perhaps the most terrifying thing of all.

You buried your head further into his neck, pressing your eyes closed tightly.

@yomsy @noodle81937

What do you think?

LIKE. COMMENT. REQUEST

#sakamoto #sakamoto tarou #nagumo sakamoto days #sakamoto days #aoi sakamoto #nagumo #nagumo x reader #nagumo yoichi #nagumo x you

204 notes · View notes