#god hes so stupid (lustfully)

[ginevrapng]

i have a request for kinktober sirius and a humiliation kink with a chubby/plus size reader

"shit you're so fucking wet, that's pathetic babe. i can barely hear myself over your sloppy wet pussy." sirius is currently sitting you in front of him while you're facing a mirror. every time you look away from the mirror sirius removes his fingers from inside of you.

sirius has got his head tilted down to watch how you move and your body jiggle in the process his hair frames his face, slightly covering it and he looks at you lustfully, like you're his prey. he smirks against your skin as he watches tears fill your eyes. one of his hands are wrapped around your pudgy waist, the other stimulating your clit with his palm while he buries two of his digits in your pussy. "i can feel you tightening around me, you're really desperate aren't you? you can't even wait for my cock." you grab hold of his forearm tightly and tip your head back. "didn't i tell you not to look away slut."

your lip wobbles at his mean words and tears fall down your cheeks. "i'm sorry- i'm sorry sirius, didn't mean it. feels s' good. please let me cum," you whimper and beg him.

his pace quickens and he kisses your neck, "come on then pretty girl, make a mess of fingers," his voice lowers and you shiver. you see white and sirius can feel you clenches around his fingers as you come, making him groan. you grab hold of him tighter and he holds you as you shake and arch your back. you moan and turn your head away from the mirror and rest on sirius' chest.

"did i see you just look away?" he asks with a dark grin on his face, he knows you didn't. he knows you looked away after. "are you that stupid?"

"i didn't, i promise, i swear sirius," you mumble against his skin.

he grabs hold of your face and turns it to kiss you harshly and passionately, he smirks as you yelp from the sudden movement. "guess you'll just to make sure you keep your eyes on me when you're sucking m' cock," you whimper and nod your head quickly, having been wanting his clothes off since he's gotten home from work and dragged you into the bedroom.

you turn your body to face him and place your hands on his shoulders, "i love you," you say softly and smile.

sirius gently cups your face and gives your forehead a kiss. "love you too baby," he kisses you again and you squeal as he smacks your arse and watches the supple skin ripple from the mirror and then grabs your tit.

you giggle, "can't keep your hands off me, huh?"

his lips curve up but his eyes darken as he starts pushing your body down. you get the picture and start to unbuckle his belt so you can take off his trousers. "at least you're not entirely dumb, hurry up or i won't fuck you later." you know that's not an empty threat.

humiliation AND a chubby reader oh my god sign me up

[mischiefmaker615]

Die For You

Rating: R

Summary: True feelings are revealed and intentions are brought forward…

Requested by: @Laer111ee (wattpad)

Note: One shot based off the song "Die For You" by The Weekend. i used some of the lyrics and changed them very slightly so they sounded more like how Loki would say it. maybe one or two Pinterest quotes too Lol

‘’you are so annoying-‘’

‘’am i?’’ not a question.

‘’yes!’’

‘’stop lying.’’ That smirk.

You resisted the urge to kick Loki from under the table as you both sat across from each other, not giving two shits whether you were in a nice restaurant or not. This wasn’t a date after all.. just a place that finally gave you business considering no one wanted the destroyer of New York entering their building.

‘’I’m not lying-‘’

‘’then why did you agree to dine in a place like this?’’ Loki quizzed, casually sat back in his chair without a care or concern in the world, regardless that his presence practically evacuated the whole room. He had both his hands resting on the white tablecloth beside his place while the candles illuminated his stupid, handsome face. Yet what irritated you more was that he seemed to try to get answers out of you, and for what??

‘’..someone had to keep an eye on you.’’ You explain, doing your best to use your poker face as your fork poked at the rest of your food, having the urge to keep your hands busy for no damn reason while your leg bounced under the table. After all, no one was at the tower and you were starving. Fury would kill you if he found out you left the god of mischief unsupervised.

‘’that’s not it darling. any one of those places, even here, could have let you take your food back home with you and I.’’ his amused look said it all as his eyes seemed to scan you up and down, almost lustfully. ‘’I would suspect that all this one on ne time lately was because perhaps you were developing a fondness towards me..’’ he teased and you stuck a finger out to interrupt him.

‘’don’t. don’t think that all this,’’ you motioned around you. ‘’was something more than just two friends sharing a meal in a nice change of environment-‘’

‘’so we’re friends?’’

You snatched your fork and raised your hand to chuck it at him but the second he stood from the table, hands remaining flat on the table cloth with a deadly look in his eyes, stopped you in your tracks. You both starred at each other, not moving a muscle but with each passing second, his expression got harder and harder to read, making you lower your hand and place the fork back on the table. This action seemed to add a slight gentleness to his features and even his shoulders lowered from his defensive stance.

‘’..besides.. you hate Midgardians-‘’

‘’incorrect darling.’’ He said gently, his tone almost scary calm as he seemed to be studying your features with a purpose, it almost made you squirm in your seat. He then lifted his eyes to indicate the rest of the room that pretended to be minding their own business before looking back at you. ‘’ I could hurt them. i could kill all of them, but not you. if it was up to me, you’d never see a drop of your own blood again.’’

The sudden statement was scary and.. well, it made you look up at him with nothing but wonder as your hands lowered to your lap, fingers fiddling in a nervous state as he gazed upon you with honesty, not giving a damn if he was still standing.

‘’..you don’t mean that Loki-‘’

‘’you know what I’m thinking love, I see it in your eyes.’’

Just that comment alone made your eyes glance away, suddenly aware that he was trying to read you, and dare you say it.. he wasn’t incorrect. As handsome as he was, he was so.. annoying. Mischievous is more like it, it was just him. there was not a single moments peace without a sarcastic comment, a flirtatious tease, the subtle pet names, the fact that he wished to be in your presence regardless even though he claimed to not be bothered by anyone.. all this shit and yet why did you.. love it.

‘’and you hate that you want me.’’

Your eyes snapped back up to him, almost as if someone poured cold water on you as you stare at him in shock. Your mouth didn’t produce words, nothing that indicated that what he was saying wasn’t true. your fingers dug into your palms as your heart began to remind you just how fast it was capable of beating.

‘’Loki- I can’t..’’

‘’you are scared to be alone?’’ he asked, his voice quiet but words clear as day as if he were right next to you as you sighed.

‘’I’m.. I’ve been hurt before.. i- why the hell am I telling you this??” not a question.

You stand and grab your purse, putting down a bill where they could keep the change before you take a step to the side to leave but he’s already in front of you, causing you to stop short where your hand supports yourself on the table behind.

‘’I’m sorry Y/N, but I know that your worth it. I can’t just walk away.. you’re different. Yes this is all sudden.. but it’s getting a bit to difficult to go on without at least telling you the truth..’’ Loki said, his voice gentle as you look up at him with hesitation, suddenly aware of just how tall he really is. ‘’..i would die for you..’’

Your lips parted, a breath in to speak but no sound came out. Even the room itself seemed to be silent where the only things in existence at the moment was just you and him. better yet, you were suddenly aware of the slight pool between your legs and the butterfly feeling in your chest and stomach returned; a feeling you’ve always tried to ignore day in and day out whenever you were around him- oh god! You.. wanted him..

By now he had slowly raised a hand and placed it against your cheek, your body thinking it would have flinched or tensed but you were the most relaxed you had ever been in a long time. Maybe a bit shy, your crude and sarcastic demeanor no longer there to protect you as your eyes looked vulnerable into his knowing ones.

“its hard to communicate the feelings I hold darling, but tonight I’m going to let you know..’’ his hand traveled down to take hold of yours, his grip gentle but prepared on leading the way as his eyes flashed a bright green for a split second. ‘’tell me my dear, when is a monster no longer a monster?’’

By now the only sound you could hear was his sultry voice and your own heartbeat and your hand impulsively gripped his as your body screamed at you. Your jeans and t shirt suddenly felt tight around you as you took a deep breath and let him pull you forward.

‘’.. when you love it.’’

It was almost as if time moved in slow motion, how ironically that the tower was still abandoned and the darkness of the night enveloped you along with every emotion you were feeling at that moment. But no thoughts. No words. Just eyes. Breathing. Feeling. You. And him.

His hands gripped yours in a gentle embrace, having kissed your knuckles the entire time he was walking forward while it had you stepping back. Upon feeling the bed behind you against your calves, he helped you sit down before releasing your hands as you looked up at him in awe and lustful wonder.

‘’I want you Y/N.. I know I am not worthy of it darling, but tonight let me let you feel bliss, forget about all pain, suffering.. you are not alone my love, and never will be again..’’ his voice was a promise, almost a whisper as his nose gently nuzzled your own in a playful matter while his hands flattened against your sides and glided down to grip the ends of your shirt.

Your breath hitched but for all the damn reasons, you trusted him. you let him. you want him. and so you followed his lead, raising your arms above your head as he pulled your shirt up, all motions slow as if to savor every waking second before the shirt was history behind you.

The sudden remembrance of going commando that day hit you and saw Loki’s eyes take in your breasts as if you were a feast to behold.

‘’ohhh darling.. you are as beautiful as I imagined..’’ he breathed as he kneeled down on one knee before you, between your legs to stay closer while his fingertips glided along the sides of your breasts.

Your body shivered by the new temperature and by his teasing touch that glided against your skin before he finally flattened his palms on your mounds, gripping and kneading them.

‘’absolutely gorgeous..’’ he whispered as he massaged them both, thumbs teasing your nipples while your back arched so your chest was pressed more into his hold. He took this opportunity to lean forward and take one of your globes in his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue deliciously.

The pleasure made you shiver as your fists gripped the sheets beside you, feeling the pleasure grow between your legs and felt the need to press your thighs together- being stopped by Loki as he looked back up at you with a smirk.

‘’don’t pretend like you hate this.’’

‘’this is.. I feel..’’ you breath, having a hard time finding your words as he merely smirked and crawled up your body, causing you to lean back on your elbows as he loomed over you.

‘’despite the quarrels that happen between you and I amongst these walls, I’ve admired you the day I set my eyes on you. Your fire and sass, that mouth of yours spurred my words on to keep them coming just to trigger your spirit. I wanted your fight, your eyes show more truth in them when you are fired up than when you are trying to avoid me and stay quiet; and I know that you feel the same.’’ He told you, his eyes almost piercing yours as if daring for you to lie to him and you felt his fingers play with your jean’s button and zipper.

‘’i.. I didn’t enjoy our fights I just- it was the only reason for me to even be around you without being a stuttering mess..’’ you say quietly and you heard him chuckle, feeling your cheeks heat up.

‘’so you are shy around me darling? So your sass is merely a mask while you find yourself unable to speak to me. I think I’d like to see you squirm and stutter instead then.’’ He teased, his eyes admiring your shy honesty and gripped your jeans, slowly pulling them off to reveal your silk panties. By this reveal, he was faster at moving your pants off and it flew behind him before he rested his hands at your ankles. ‘’I should have been honest with you sooner love.. I myself was in denial with my own feelings. Me, of all to fall for a mortal. I’d hate to admit that I see what my brother was talking about..’’

You didn’t know if you should be insulted but his traveling hands was more than enough distraction as they glided up the back of your calves while his lips pressed delicate kisses against your knees. His phantom strength made it clear you wouldn’t be able to close your legs now if you wanted too.

‘’.. I don’t believe it..’’ you whisper and he merely hummed against your skin.

‘’which part darling? I assure you everything I’ve told you so far is more than true.’’

‘’that you’d die for me. Many people just say that to be.. romantic-‘’

He tilted his head up at you, briefly resting his chin against your leg. ‘’I came to this world to conquer it. that is all. That is all I wanted, and more. Upon setting my eyes upon you.. something shifted. For a brief moment, my entire focus moved to something else.. you. I moved on with my plan.. which is why I failed in the end. I believe that you were my distraction, and my main goal. I’d give up the crown if it meant you wouldn’t be beside it with me..’’ he whispered, all the while his piercing blue eyes gazed into your own as if in them themselves would hold proof.

By his words, you couldn’t find your own. You bit your lip, wanting to hold back a moan as his lips continued now to the inside of your thigh and a hand moved to tangle in his hair. ‘’Loki…’’ you breathed, trying your best to form proper sentences. ‘’I’ve wanted nothing in my life this bad but you.. despite it all, I find myself able to trust you, before and now..’’ the light grip in his hair made him look up but briefly. ‘’you are not a monster.’’ You told him, your words serious and your eyes lustful as you promised him his previous statement at dinner was all but true.

‘’..then love me..’’ he whispered, now realizing his fingers had hooked onto your panties before he yanked them down and it joined the rest of your clothes behind him.

Upon his eyes settling, you saw a predator, a man starved and hungry as his muscles tensed and he kneeled completely before he set a gentle hand on your chest, pushing you down to lay on your back before he raised your legs to rest on his shoulders. Your fingers gripped the sheets hard as he dove in, licking a strip all the way up before pressing his lips against your cunt and pushed his tongue through your folds.

His grip on your thighs slightly tightened, he moaned at how you tasted, made you shiver as the vibration seemed to hit right through your core. His tongue stroked deeply up and down repeatedly before he used the tip to flick and swirl your clit. Your limbs began to shake, your breathing becoming a bit hard as if you needed to concentrate to take in a breath. Your back arched as he began sucking at your clit, now and again moving to tongue fuck you as he made his movement slow and fast, taking turns as if to tease you.

The butterfly feeling returned to your chest, stomach and began making your pussy throb as you moaned, your fingers tangled in his hair and it made him growl, his mouth moving faster as if he needed to drink you that very second. His grip made it clear he wasn’t going to let you go and your thighs made it clear they weren’t for him either as you tried not to crush his head as they pressed together. His nails dragged lightly against your thighs as he lapped your cunt and you felt yourself nearly falling off the edge to the pleasure abys.

‘’I’m.. I’m..-‘’ your breath hitched as your back arched, eyes squeezed shut as did your thighs as you threw your head back and came, moaning out his name, “LOKI!..’’ drinking in your orgasm as he moaned into your pussy, taking every last drop as your body began to shake, your eyes fluttering and cunt convulsing before he began slowing your movements.

It wasn’t until he was sure you were down from your high before he raised his head, kissing your thighs and up your body before he finally pressed his lips against your own. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he gently rested his body against yours, fitting as perfect as a glove while you felt him relax, kisses being pressed against your neck as you relaxed with him.

The way you both laid together, your eyes opened as you felt his erection being pressed against you and your eyes widened by the mere size of it. he made no move though, no suggestion and the way he took his lip against your skin, his smile and the joy in his eyes showed he was in no hurry for himself, if at all. A smile came to your lips and you cupped his cheeks, him kissing the inside of your hand with that opportunity before looking at you for what you needed. You flashed him a teasing look,

‘’.. how about I love that monster next?’’

Shoot a request :) any ideas! i've done this style twice now:

Boyfriend by Dove Cameron

Die For You by The Weekend

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Orgasm Desperation - Walter Marshall

@femjaskierinreallife​ This one is yours bby

He shoves you into the nearest wall.

"You have teased me enough." He growls. "I don't think so." You cooe. He makes a frustrated little noise.

Then he kisses you again. His lips are fierce upon yours and his fingers tangle in your hair. He holds you up with one hand under you ass. He is so strong that it makes you sort of tingly. You hook your legs around his hips. Walter groans and grinds against you. You feel how hard he is in his jeans. You adore how easy it is to rile him up.

Though he is far from riled up enough.

You break the kiss to leans down and nip at his throat. Walter groans darkly. "Fuck, I want you so bad." He growls. "Then take me." You purr. You kiss at his throat and bite down on his adam's apple. Walter swears loudly under his breath.

He carries you to the bed. You cling happily to him. You know he will be bad to you in the best possible way.

Walt rather unceremoniously drops you.

He undresses in a slightly hurry. You are happy to watch him. He is so incredibly handsome. "You too." Walter orders, while unbuckling his belt. "No, you're going to undress me." You reply. Walter glowers at you. You are being entirely to bold for his taste.

"Very well, then I will just fuck you with your clothes on." He shrugs. "Seeing is believing babe." You purr. "Gods, you need to be put in your place." Walter grunts. "I'd like to see you try." You tease. You are not going to let him win today. Today, you are in charge.

You beckon him over.

Walter climbs on top of you. You gather his jumper in your fists and topple him over. Walter makes a surprised noise. You smirk down on him, straddling his pelvis. "You are all mine." You purr. "All yours." Walter agrees.

You lean in for a slow, sensual kiss. Walter tries to deepen the kiss, but you are not letting him have it. You want to take it slow. You want to push to Walter's limits. Walt bites at your lip. It makes you moan lustfully. "I love that noise, babe." Walter growls. The tone of his voice makes you shudder. It is so sexy.

After kissing him for a good couple of minutes, you back up a little to rake your fingers through his chest hair. It is so delightfully bushy. Walter growls lustily. You lean in to inhale the scent that lives there. "Oh gods." You whisper. Walter places his hand on your neck. He gives a firm squeeze. He's doing his best to apply his dominance. You moan at the thrill of it.

To pay him back, you give one of his nipples a playful bite. "Oi!" Walter pulls you away from his chest. You giggle wildly. "Don't you like that?" You cooe. "Don't tease." Walter replies. "Oh you are no fun." You faux pout. "I know." Walter answers huskily. "I will absolutely tease you." You giggle. "Will you now?" Walter huffs. You smirk and nod in reply. "I'd like to see you try, genuinely." He says.

"Challenge accepted." You purr.

You get up from him and go over to the wardrobe. You search his sock drawer for that one stray tie he already forgot he has. Walt props himself up on his elbows to see what you are doing. He is also blatantly looking at your ass. “What are you looking for?” He asks. “You just wait.” You cooe.

You find the tie and retrieve it to him. “Oh you are planning something.” Walt murmurs. You smirk and nod. “Will I let you?” He asks. “You better.” You stick out your tongue. “I am not sure if I want to.” Walt says, his voice a husky purr. You pout a little. "Don't be like this." You say. "Like what?" Walter murmurs. 

You straddle his pelvis. "Stick out your hands." You tell him. Walter sits upright. He gives you a calculating look. But then he obliges. He holds out his hands, wrists facing and pressed together. He is not stupid, he know what you want. 

"So good for me." You whisper with a smirk. Something in Walt's face tightens. He is not very used to being the submitting party. But he is not uncomfortable with it. Though he does have to shift his mindspace, which takes him a good moment. "What is your plan?" He asks softly. You smirk and roll your hips into his. Walter groans. 

You tie his wrists together and then you topple him over, tying his hands to the headboard. Walter squirms a little. He could easily break free, you know that. But he stays put now. He is curious what you will do. You roll your pelvis again. Walt bucks up at you."You are so hard already." You purr. "Small surprise, with you grinding on my cock like that." Walt replies. You smile proudly down on him. Walt can't help a faint chuckle.

"I would like to fuck you now." He says. But you shake your head. “Not yet.” You cooe. “Then at least undress for me.” He tries for a pleading tone. But he doesn’t quite sell it.  “Beg me for it and I just might.” You purr, leaning into kiss at his neck and then his throat. Walt groans and trashes below you. You know you have him in the bag now. 

You suck a dark hickey on his throat. Walt swears and arches into you. His hips grind up at your clothed core beyond his control. He needs to be inside you so badly.  But of course you are not going to let up. Instead you only grind down on him. Walter bucks up firmly. He groans and pulls at the tie that holds his wrists. He does not manage to get it undone, since you are very good at tying knots. “Stop squirming.” You growl against his skin. “Fuck... just... let me fuck you.” Walt hisses. You giggle wickedly. Of course you won’t give in so easily. 

“I want you to beg, Walter.” You cooe. “Oh fuck... fuck. The moment you untie..” He growls. You love how he does his very best to keep dominance. But you know he will keep his word. “Then I had best keep you tied up until I tired you out.” You cooe. Walter swears under his breath.You smirk down on him. You love getting him all worked up like this. 

Sometimes you do it just to have him show you who is boss.

But not tonight. Tonight you want him desperate. It is his turn to beg. You know this is hard for Walter, but you are not going to give up. You want to see him all desperate and needy. Because it is not like he doesn’t turn you into a desperate needy mess on a weekly basis. It is time for your revenge. “Undress for me.” Walter rasps. “Ask nicely.” You tell him firmly. Walter heaves a soft groaning sigh.  “Please take off your clothes, baby.” He murmurs, looking up at you with his best pleading look. For a moment you hesitate. But then you oblige, getting off of him and taking off your clothes. Walt watches you with rapt attention, all his muscles standing taut.  “You are so beautiful.” He rasps. His finger twitch. He wants to touch you so bad. But of course he can’t. “Thank you, baby.” You cooe. You lick your lips. Walter eyes your mouth, yearning evident in his eyes. 

You lean over him, your breasts in his face. Walt arches up, catching one of your nipples in his mouth. You moan sweetly and he begins to suck. His tongue flicks against your nipple and he tugs on it with his teeth. “Oh god, Walter.” You moan, raking your fingers through his hair. Walt groans huskily. He switched over to your other breast, but only after thoroughly mistreating the first one. You are moaning and quivering against him.

You start grinding down on him again. Walt groans with every time you bear down on him. He is so fucking hard. You feel it through his jeans.  You have half a mind to put him out of his misery. But he is far from desperate enough. There is more to be done.

You scoot backwards to open his trousers and draw them down his thighs. Those thick, amazing thighs. You can’t help but grab yourself a handful of the glorious muscular flesh of him. Walt grunts loudly. You smirk and massage his thighs. This seems to calm him down, though only a little. You can’t have that. So you move your hand to his cock.  Sharply, Walter inhales. You lick your lips at the reaction.  You give him a few slow jerks. Walter bucks up into your hand. “Fuck.” He growls. “You like that?” You tease. “You know I do.” Walt grunts. “Yes I do.” You cooe.

You unhand him, though and stand up to undress. Walt arches to keep looking at you.  “You are so fucking beautiful.” He growls. “You are too.” You purr.

You straddle his cock and grind down firmly. “FUCK!” Walt growls loudly. You coat his length in his slick, rolling your hips expertly. Walt tugs at the tie, wriggling it open and tossing it aside.  He grabs you by the hips and all but thrusts his pelvis up at yours. “Enough playing. Take me inside you.” His voice is a growling demand. You smirk down on him, loving how well you have played him. “Make me.” You cooe.

Walt topples you over and then thrusts into you, driving himself fully home in one expert plunge. You don’t have a chance to squal in surprise. All you can do is moan below him. He sets a grueling pace right away. You cling to his shoulders. It is all you can do now.You can only moan and cling to him. It is so good it renders you utterly incapable of doing anything else.  “God... fuck.” Walter snarls. “I’ll fucking teach you, being a fucking tease.” He growls. He leans in for a kiss, but his teeth clatter against yours. You whimper softly. You love it when he gets like this. It is the whole reason you tease him so much.  “Oh, yes! Walter!” You cry out. Walt growls darkly, nipping at your neck and throat. He leaves wicked little marks all over your skin. You’ll look a right mess come morning. 

His thrusts are merciless and quickly become spasmic. He is nearing his peak.

“Do it, fill me up. Give it to me.” You whisper hotly, nipping at his jaw. “Hold onto something, baby.” Walter growls. And you know you are in for it now. “Yes, sir.” You demure. You curl your fingers around the metal rings attached to the headboard. “Good girl.” He hisses. “Thank you sir.” You cooe.

And then, Walter fucks you within an inch of your life. His curls are damp with sweat and he is grunting like a wild boar. You can only moan and hold on for dear life.  Too soon to your taste, Walter’s thrusts become unsteady. His climax is near. You don’t want this to be over yet. You want to cum, too.  “P-pl-please make me cum, sir.” You whisper, nosing at his beard. “Do you deserve that?” Walt growls. “Yes, yes sir. Please please, I want to cum so badly.” You whine. 

Walter pretends to ponder it. 

“If you beg, I might.” He murmurs. You whine and squirm below him. “Don’t be so mean.” You pout. “I am not mean.” Walter purrs. “I am simply giving you what you deserve.”  His fingers trail up your thigh, to your clit. You whimper loudly. “Please!” You whine. “I want you to earn it.” Walt growls. “How?” You whimper. “Figure it our.” Walter smirks, leaning in to kiss you. You moan against his lips. Walt groans into your mouth, sucking on your lip while rubbing firmly at your clit. You feel the urge to moan out loud, but Walt does not let you break the kiss. 

Your climax rapidly approaches. Your inner walls start to clamp down on Walter’s glorious cock. “Don’t you dare cum until I say you can.” Walter growls. You whimper loudly. “I ... I don’t know if I ca-can hold back.” You stammer. You can barely manage to be coherent. It is just too good. “You will have to.” Walt replies, rather matter of factly. You whine and squirm. “I can’t stop it anymore.” You whimper. And Walt most certainly does not stop fucking you.  You claw at his back, it is all you can do. “Please, please, please.” You chant. “Please what?” Walter growls. You squirm and try to string a thought together. It is too much, it is too good. And Walter most certainly is not stopping. 

You need to cum. 

But you know better than to disobey. You want to cum so badly.

Walter angles his thrusts into your g-spot. “Not yet!” He barks. He is chasing his own high and he is not going to let you cum until he is on the very brink. “M-more... Plea-please... I need to... I need to cu-cum.” You cry out. “So do I, wait your turn.” Walt growls.  “Ye-yes sir.” You whimper. “Good fucking girl.” Walter groans. 

He chases his high, maintaining eye contact the entire time. You whimper and whine and do your best to hold on to your senses. It is so hard, because it is so good! “Wa-walter.” You moan. “Not yet.” Walt growls. His hair is damp with sweat and his muscles are taut with how much he needs to cum. He is aching for release as much as you are. But he is not quite there yet. And you have been there for a while now. 

He ploughs you like an absolute beast and then he leans in to whisper in your ear. “Milk me.” He growls.  You know this is the go ahead for you to cum. “Y-yes sir.” You whimper.

Your body obeys. It is not even a conscious thing. You just surrender to the lightning in your spine. Your inner walls contract on Walter’s cock and you moan sweetly for him. “Good girl. Such a good kitten for me.” Walt rasps. You want to thank him, but your voice won’t come. You can only moan. Your mind is blank and completely filled up with pleasure.  You can only focus on your climax and his cock inside you.  “Good kitten.” Walter strokes some hair from your forehead and kisses you until you are both breathless. 

“I am going to fill you now.” He growls. “Y-yes...” You rasp. You shudder with anticipation. Walter stills and his pelvis spasms against yours. You whimper and squirm below him, basking in the feeling os his cum coating your inner walls. “Thank you, sir.” You whisper breathlessly. 

“I fucking needed that.” Walt growls, leaning into kiss you until your lungs burn. 

[spicysagittarius]

If you don't turn off that stupid video game and have sex with me, I'm gonna masturbate right here

I wanna see how wet/hard I can make you before I fuck you

Keep the noise down, baby. Someone's gonna walk in while I have my dick in you

Okay, so, I thought I ran away with that last one, but I really ran with this one. Like, 2000 words of ran away. Oops! I'll probably post this as an AO3 fic, because why not. That version will obviously be edited, since this version is not. Enjoy! I have no idea if this makes any sense x

Also, I slightly altered a few details of your request. I hope that's okay. I just wanted to be able to combine as many details of your message as I could! I hope you like it xx

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Peter’s on the sofa playing that goddamn FIFA game again with Harry and Miles, and it’s possibly the worst timing, because she’s ovulating and really fucking horny.

It’s not that they’re trying for a baby or anything. God, no. They’ve only been dating for a year and are still very much in college. No babies right now, no, just some frustrating hormones that are causing her really hot boyfriend to look even hotter, somehow, as he sits attentively on the couch in his boxers and old science tee. 

She has a plan, though. Oh, does she. He’s totally in for it.

He’s in for it because she doesn’t have any trousers on, either. But while he’d taken his off for comfortability purposes, she’d done it for vengeful ones. And she’s feeling vengeful tonight, enough to not only be without trousers but to have changed into that one black thong that always sends him into a frenzy, along with the lingerie top she’d recently bought. It’s lacy and black and pushes her chest together just the right way, with off-the-shoulder straps and tiny red flowers stitched in the centre of the chest. 

She steps into the living room, watching him glance at her passively and then doing a quick double take. His eyes are wide, lips slightly parting in shock. “Hey…guys? Just a sec.” He mumbles into the mic on his headphones without looking away from her scantily-clad figure. When he’s muted himself and paused his game, he grunts. “Em, baby, what’s all this?”

MJ smirks. “You wouldn’t believe how wet I am right now.”

“Michelle…”

“I think you should turn that off and fuck me.” When he doesn’t respond in ten seconds, she groans in frustration. “Peter, I’m so serious. Don’t make me beg. It’s humiliating.”

That’s when he smirks. Uh-oh. She’s given him an idea. “You know what I think?” He grins, sitting up further. “I think that you should have to earn it. It shouldn’t be that easy, should it?” She just stutters in response. “You see, I was in the middle of a game,” Peter continues. “You couldn’t have waited until I was done?”

“No, you arsehole—“ 

“Then you’ll have to earn it. Prove to me that it’s worth quitting the game I’ve been planning with my friends for the whole week. Or else…” he shrugs with a teasing smile, “you can wait until tonight.”

Oh, fuck him. And begrudgingly, that’s exactly what she needs. “What do you want.” It’s an annoyed snap. 

“C’mere.” He pats his leg. MJ timidly approaches, watching his eyes rake down her body lustfully. When she’s close enough, he grips her hips and manhandles her onto his lap. She can feel how hard he is against her ass and fuck, she needs him inside her. 

“Here’s how it’s gonna go,” he mumbles into her ear, grabbing the controller again. “I’m gonna finish this game. If you can be good for me, be a good girl and wait here patiently, I’ll eat this pretty cunt and then fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.” She shudders from the growl of his voice. 

“Peter…” His proposal sounds promising but she’s distractingly wet between her legs and doesn’t think she can do it. 

Two can play this teasing game. “Actually, I have a better idea.” Oh, she’s a fucking genius for this one. “If that little FIFA game is so important to you, I can think of a few…other options that’ll satisfy me instead.” 

His eyes narrow as she darts back to his bedroom to locate the vibrator they keep in his sock drawer for the occasional messing around. In a flash, she rejoins him in the lounge, toy in hand. He still hasn’t resumed his game. 

“If you’re not gonna fuck me, I’m gonna do it myself. Right here. While you play.” She saunters back to him, switching the vibrator on. “You wanted me on your lap?” 

Once she’s settled on his lap again, this time on his left thigh with each thigh on either side of it, she teasingly grinds her damp thong against his bare leg once. “Turn your game back on, Peter,” she dares. 

That’s when she can tell, from the newly lit fire in his eyes, that he’s got a rebuttal again.

“Don’t worry, Em, I will. But first…” he quickly snatches the toy out of her hand. “I’m gonna do it for you. Played this one-handed enough times. Plus, the guys aren’t half as good and I could beat ‘em with my eyes closed. If you can manage to not cum until I’ve won, I’ll reward you.”

She huffs, ignoring the sudden gush in her thong that he can most definitely feel just as she can. “And if I do?”

“I’ll have to punish you, won’t I?” His condescending tone both infuriates and excites her. 

The vibrator’s already on, so he snakes his left arm around her and slips it under the lace of her thong. “You look so fucking pretty like this,” he mutters under his breath, the last thing he says to her before unmuting his mic. “‘Kay, guys, I’m back. Where were we?”

He ups the speed, then again, then once more, and it’s on one of the highest settings it can go. MJ has to literally bite the back of her hand to stay quiet, because fuck, it’s right on her clit and she’s just thankful he isn’t utilising the other part of the toy. 

As if he can read her mind, he’s manuevering the toy so that the dildo end of it isn’t vibrating on her clit anymore, but slides inside of her, every thick, spasming inch. She slaps her hands onto his forearm, squeezing tightly in non-verbal shock. Once the shaft is completely inside her, his fingers move up to make sure that the second end of the toy is positioned to torture her clit again. His fingers move to erotically rip the thong off of her cunt, the scraps hanging pathetically around her hips in tattered ruins. Her cheeks heat up in shame. 

But her panties were in the way, after all. She’s surprised he’s able to do both at the same time: with his right hand, he flicks the controller expertly, his eyes definitely glued to the screen. And yet, his left hand grips the base of the toy and begins to fuck her with it. There’s no way she’s gonna make it. Not until he finishes the game. Not when she’s already this close. 

There’s a break in the game after a minute or two, and by this time, she’s a puddle of lust and shuddering whines she can barely muffle beneath her hand. He quickly moves his right hand from the controller to her lacy top, yanking the top of it down so that her breasts spill free. The blush on her face deepens and she’s burning from the inside out. In shame or arousal, she’s not sure. Probably both. 

Groping her tits with a greedy hand, he murmurs into her ear teasingly, “Poor girl. Are you nearly there already? Couldn’t hold it? ’S only been a minute.”

The next few minutes after he resumes the game again are quite possibly the most agonising of her life. She can’t cum. She can’t make a sound. Everything in her, notably, her cunt, is screaming at her to fucking. do something. But she can’t. 

At the next break in the game, she shakes her head quickly. “Peter, I can’t,” 

“Aw, baby,” he pouts, pulling her long locks behind her ear so he can look at her. Watch her struggle. “Can’t what?”

“Can’t hold it.” She’s so close. Too close. “I have to…Peter, please, I have to cum. I can’t help it.” 

“Oh?” He snickers. “Well, you’re gonna have to keep the noise down, baby, or they’re gonna hear every sound. Actually,” Peter pulls off the headset with his other hand, then places it on her: each ear of the headphone over hers, the mic landing right in front of her mouth. She can hear the background music of their game, and Harry and Miles chuckling about something irrelevant through their mics. “Think you should say hi to ‘em, MJ. Been awhile, hmm?”

He’s honestly the rudest person she’s ever met. 

Miles and Harry pick up on his faint words. “Michelle?” It’s Harry. But she’s finding it really, really hard to focus on that instead of the mechanical whirring between her legs. 

“Uh.. yep! Y-yeah, hi, Harry. Miles.” She prays that she doesn’t sound as ruined as she feels. Peter watches her with a wide smirk on his face, shoving the faux cock faster inside her. Harder. Deeper. Her eyes water with the effort to conceal the state of her. 

“You good?” Miles asks. She’s obviously not done a great job. Fuck. 

“Yes.” It’s all she can manage, barely stopping a loud whine from escaping her throat. Silence on their end. She’s not convincing enough. “Uh huh.” Her addition sounds even more strained; a clear mistake. 

Peter just drills the silicone inside her, against her clit as she floods onto his thigh, making a sloppy mess of her arousal. Every time her hips jerk back, she unintentionally smears her cunt over the wetness on his leg, making even more of a mess on him. That, and the embarrassed need on her face, is making him throb. She can feel it as he sinfully grinds his hard length against her arse. 

“You sure, MJ? You don’t sound so great.” Harry murmurs. 

“I’m fine,” Michelle gasps. This time proves more obvious than the rest, mostly because Peter’s pulled his cock out of his briefs and the vibrator out of her cunt, replacing it with his hard length. When she’s stuffed full of him completely and lands against his hips after being dropped on his cock, the wind is nearly knocked out of her. He keeps the toy pressed against her clit, the part that was just inside her, heated from the sauna of her warm cunt. 

Her jaw drops and she falls forward; his arm is the only thing that prevents her from falling face-down on his coffee table. Her body jerks and she’s there…

Peter pulls her torso back against him to watch her, watch her fall off the edge and painfully force herself to stay quiet. The second he sees her cum, he rips the toy away, effectively ruining her orgasm, making it more intense and yet more aggravating for her. A long, barely there, tortured whine leaves her lips. 

He quickly grabs the headset off her head, returning it back to his. “Yeah, sorry, guys, she’s not feeling too great right now.”

Neither of them care to hear the coos of sympathy from his friends. He interrupts them, and would’ve normally felt an ounce of guilt. But not now. “Hey, guys? I need to go.” 

Michelle lifts her head from where it rested on her chest in orgasmic ruin.  Was he…

“Mkay. Bye now.” He says in parting, half-heartedly at best. 

“Peter,” she exhales, daring to look at him for the first time in what feels like hours. Unable to decide if she hates him or loves him, she watches his gaze sweep over her, over her dazed expression and her exposed breasts and her taut navel that beats with her heart as it it rests there in her stomach, and from there to the scraps of lace that she once called lingerie. 

“Em, baby…” he mutters. She’s confused by the sigh that leaves him then. It sounds disappointed. “You almost did it.”

What?

At her puzzled expression, Peter just shakes his head. “I told you not to cum until I won the game.”

Oh, no. 

“I think,” he says with a slow, wicked smile, “that means you’re in for it.”

[nicosraf]

Hey! Just finished your book, it was astounding (even dreamt of it because I was so shaken from the end, kept talking about it with everyone around me) // SEXUAL ABUSE // I had a thought tho' because I don't fully understand, it seemed like Asmodeus tried to SA Rosier at the end of the book. I was wondering if A/will it have an impact in their on-going relationship in the next book-s? and B/did it have any specific meaning as to why Asmodeus did that? Thank you very much!

Hi! Thank you so much for reading! I'm very sorry about the dreams, but I was actually having bizarre angel dreams during the process of writing the book too, so we're siblings in divine delusion.

On Asmodeus – A. Absolutely. It'll be something they're going to have to reckon with.

B. I'm a little unsure what you mean by "meaning" but I can talk a little bit about my thought process.

Asmodeus has always had an association with lust (don't get me started on the Book of Tobit though). I was a bit stumped on defining lust, especially as someone who finds it difficult to see why sexual attraction, even if there's no deeper feelings involved, can be perceived as bad or sinful. I did want to show an ugly side to lust, though, and I wanted to portray love turned to lust. So, I decided that lust is ugly when it's selfish, when you're not listening to the other person. So, Asmodeus acted selfishly (and thus lustfully) by trying to force himself on Rosier.

I wanted Lucifer to ruin another relationship. It's a bit of a cycle, isn't it? God destroying Uriel's relationship, Uriel having a big part in ruining Michael and Lucifer's, and now Lucifer ruining Rosier and Asmodeus', though he hadn't intended it. (In fact, since he was showing sex to the other angels, his plans were largely the opposite.) It gives this impression that all relationships are doomed for the angels, no matter what you do.

The situation between Asmodeus and Rosier mirrors what happened with Lucifer and Michael. One angel discovers sex, then tries to have it with the one they love. (There's a little childishness to that – learning something then hurrying to show your friend – because most angels are barely more than children in ABM, up until the end.) Lucifer also came onto Michael, even when Michael was uncomfortable (Michael on the floor, scared, while Lucifer crawls over to him). The difference is that Lucifer was able to stop. He knew what being taken advantage of felt like. Asmodeus didn't know, couldn't really imagine it, and so Asmodeus didn't stop.

I wanted Asmodeus to fuck up. This sounds random, but I wanted someone to fuck up in a way that leaves a sour taste in your mouth and can't be forgiven, and now we have to sit in the aftermath of it. I think a lot of media will have a character fuck up, and suddenly they're evil, and the hero has to fight against them. But in real life sometimes the people we thought could never do something like just fuck up and make a stupid decision. And maybe they're really sincere about their apology, but this is beyond apology, so you can't do anything except sit on the couch with them and be frustrated to tears that this Event is always going to hang between the two of you. You want to act like it never happened – because it was stupid!!! it didn't have to happen!! – but it did. So now what?

[dooppooo]

The prompt list is just🦋🦋, anyways i wished you'd do 1/4 and i for yuuji ittadori like a bit hawt/naughty yet vanilla... Idk if that makes sense but anyways that was my suggestion... Looking forward 🐥💖

mdni - nsfw content, characters are 18+, mentions of alcohol consumption, face siting, oral (f receiving)

Requests: Closed!

I want to write abt Yuji more, he's so damn sweet - makes my heart so full <3

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You challenged him when you were drunk.

In your defense it was one stupid frat party and everyone was drunk - you didn't think he'd take you seriously!

"You can't even keep your hands off of me during group projects, I don't see you lasting a week." You said, five beers deep and slurring your words.

He brushed off your remark, "Psh - that's light work. I have more self control than you think."

He was wrong.

Because three days after that party, in your dorm room, Itadori was basically vibrating with 'self-control.'

"You okay?" You teased, legs crossed so your skirt would expose more of your soft thigh.

His pencil was crunching in his fist, eyes on his paper and leg bouncing, "Yep."

"You sure?" you inched closer to his clenched jaw, "Doesn't seem like it."

"Shut up."

"No need to be snippy. I'm only trying to help."

Sighing, he grumbled, "Y/n...I swear to God."

The final nail in the coffin was when you tucked your pencil behind your ear to draw a finger up his thigh and whisper, "What's got you so tense?"

A few silent moments passed. The pencil was slowly released from its white-knuckle grip, tense jaw was eased, and his knee had stopped bouncing. Truthfully you were fearful of him turning to you and unleashing Hell, but even if he did...it only gave you more of a reason to drive him over the edge and forget this stupid challenge.

But it seemed your teasing had already done the trick, because he had you tossed over his shoulder and flopped onto the bed in seconds.

Hovering over you, lips dusting your ear, he remarked, "You win."

With excitement, your wrapped your arms around his torso and tangled your fingers in his vibrant hair, inner thighs pressing against his hips. Those lips that once crossed your ear found your own after several days of neglectful absence, and dear God did you miss them. As lustfully as he fed you kisses, you ate them up, shuffling out of your clothes in the meanwhile.

You found yourself in another one of Yuji's whirlwinds as he settled his back onto the mattress and urged your hips closer to his face.

"Wh-what are you doing?" You wondered hesitantly, hands finding refuge on the headboard of your shitty dorm bed.

"Just trust me."

"Yuji-"

"Babe." He met your eyes through the curves of your body, almost consumed by his pupils, "Please. I've always wanted to do this."

Hell - you did too! Your friends raved about face sitting, saying how fun and empowering it was. Besides, Itadori's nose had a beautiful slope and point for you to truly ride his face. Though, you still had your doubts, so shuffling the rest of the way up and resting your folds onto his mouth from below was foreign.

But once his tongue darted out from his lips and began to explore your center, it was all familiar territory, and you settled into the feel. Good thing your hands had already made themselves welcome on the headboard, otherwise you'd be melting.

Yuji's hands held your outer-thighs, kneading and grasping at the plush muscle, sometimes pushing them together to further lose himself in you.

And when he did this you worried, "Yuji-I don't want to hurt you.."

He would pull away for a brief second and just enough to catch your worried gaze, "You're not."

"But-"

"If you don't ride my face, I'll really make sure I stick out a whole week."

You couldn't have that. The whole damn reason you were like this right now was because you were bursting at the seems for him to touch you, and it was only three days in! What other options did you have?

So you listened to him, inching yourself down until his tongue connected with you once again. Only this time instead of his palms on your thighs, they groped your ass, hard enough to make you gasp his name. You could feel him groaning triumphantly against you, only fueling the fire within your naval.

Then he pushed you forward, your clit sliding against his tongue and then the curve of his nose making your thighs tremble. It was only natural for you to glide yourself back, letting the full range of motion catch onto your sensitive bud again and leave you biting your lip, and just when you had settled down from the pleasure stimulating your system you were being guided forward again. Your friends were right.

A few more tentative roll of your hips left your feeling more confident and had you too consumed in the feel to worry about Itadori's end. Now you ground your heat down onto him without a second thought of him, the only goal in mind to reach your high and shake at the intensity of it. You weren'tentirely sure, but something along the lines of, "Yeah baby that's it," was muffled by your cunt.

You couldn't help yourself when you picked up the pace, really pressing yourself onto his tongue, lips, and nose, not caring how loud your moans were. All that mattered was that white explosion that snapped in your core and fried every nerve in your body rapidly approaching. Yuji supported you from below with more muffled praises that were lost between the commotion of your moans and your rocking waist.

You sucked in a breath and pressed your lips together, digging your nails into the headboard, getting weak as your orgasm slowly released itself. Then it hit you like a tsunami, taking over your whole body in an instant and leaving your hips staggering and your muscles weak. Itadori did what he could with his tongue and the pressure of his hands on your hips to intensify each second and milk you of your slick. It coated nearly his whole face, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

When you stopped humming and vibrating, some strength regained in your muscles and allowed you to maneuver off of him. The sight below was one you'd never forget: pink hair messy and loose strands plastered to his skin, nose, lips and chin slathered in your wetness, and the biggest damn smile you've ever seen on him - the little shit. With vigor he grabbed your ass again and shimmied down the sheets,

"Let's do that again."

[bloobluebloo]

18, ganondorf?

18. What they’d go to see a therapist about Well anon, first of all, Ganondorf would have to acknowledge that he does have some deep seated issues that maybe would entail seeing a therapist which, that in itself, would be a huge hurdle to overcome. I can already see it, him turning swiftly around, eyes buggered out, teeth grinding and growling "IS THIS THE FACE OF A MAN THAT NEEDS THERAPY??? I AM FINE OKAY, I AM PERFECTLY FINE-" Oooooor maybe he is aware that he has *problems* but his problems are beyond the realm of understanding and convoluted that he would need something more than a therapist to effectively address them. Maybe a therapist with their own team of therapists that they can go to after listening to Ganondorf. Anyways, things he might go see a therapist about, right. Hatred that runs so deep inside his soul that he can think of nothing else but it also fuels his will to live, that king on his borders that keeps bothering him with an invitation a day to join his brand new kingdom (is he the insane one? is he the insane one for thinking that just bowing to a guy with apocalyptic powers without question is a good idea???), how much he hates natural light while living in a desert, the fact that people keep whispering behind his back that he is an incarnation of some guy named Demise and it's driving him insane (I AM MY OWN PERSON I HATE FOR MYSELF), being a man amongst a tribe of women that speaks disdainfully of men while reassuring him that he's an exception (why couldn't he be born as a badass woman??? why did the gods give him an inferior form???), the burden of beauty because everyone is always staring at him lustfully, rumors that a woman from thousands of years in the future suddenly popped up with apocalyptic jewelry in tow and was readily accepted (AM I THE INSANE ONE FOR THINKING??? THIS IS STUPID???), the incessant nagging at the back of his mind that conquest would be a great idea for a midlife crisis, his feet hurting all the time, everything in the world being too small for him and he might just have a mental breakdown if he crashes his head against another doorframe and I mean I can go on but you get the gist of it, he has a laundry list of problems. Prompt from this list!

[starshipsofstarlord]

hi!! i’m so so so so in love with “Close, Suspiciously So” i have read it about 23 times (i counted) and i adore it so much and i’ve headcanoned that for my bucky 😭 SO i was wondering if u could elaborate on how long bucky and reader have been together and how they met? like oh my god their dynamic and everything fuels me i love them so much ALSO in my head i’ve imagined them eloping in wakanda after endgame and sam finds out hes like “okay but wheres buckys ring?” and he shows a super shiny rose gold band on his metal finger and everyones like 😟😟 “WHY WERENT WE INVITED” anyways i love ur writing

𝐹𝐴𝑅, 𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑅𝐼𝐵𝐿𝑌 𝑆𝑂

Summary: Zemo got away, and now it’s Bucky’s responsibility to make sure that you don’t too

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, unprotected sex, p in v add, angst, mentions of murder and death, couples quarrel, fluff, timeskip

Word Count: 1523

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Find part one here - can be separately or together

“Harder, come on!” His hips bucked languidly into yours as his cock rutted in and out of you, his uncut length sliding through your walls, as he hurriedly fucked you against the door. You were practically breathless, aside from your wails from being railed, your hands grasping his shoulders, as he breathed lustfully into the crevice of your neck. Bucky was fuelled with frustration, Walker had intervened with the mission, and trailed you all back to the hideout, the Dora Milaje had shown themselves, and worst of all, Zemo had taken the multiple clashing of opinions and spears as a chance to vanish. Tears were apparent in your eyes as you clasped onto his shoulders with your trembling hands, he was hitting so deep inside of you, brashly moving against a spot that had you seeing stars without the patriotic component of stripes.

Things were dwindling, spiralling out of control in regards to the overpopulated world in which you were attempting to salvage, so that one day, it could go back to normal. But now, there was nothing more plain and simple than fornicating in the whereabouts that the hostage that Bucky had hypothetically helped break out of a high guarded facility free. “That was fucking stupid of you, we all know how that was going to end.” Your hand clasped with the side of his face, putting pressure on his cheekbone as he whimpered from your harsh grip, your unfair hold only spurring him to thrust more desperately inside of you, leaving his balls slapping against the underside of your ass as your hand slacked and slipped to rest upon his neck. “Fuck you feel so good inside of me.”

It seemed since Sam had discovered the pair of you together, it was often that he caught the pair of your intwined in intimate relations, and as he walked up the staircase to locate the pair of you, he was inclined to cringe. Each sound reverberated through his body and made him feel physically sick, and he was ready to throw up on the floor if it didn’t stop. He understood that the stress from the missions that he had practically dragged the pair of you along on were a lot to handle, however the way that the two of you dealt with it was time consuming, and the Flag Smashers still needed to be stopped and was far more of a priority than the concept of you two fucking in the middle of the upstairs at Zemo’s hideout.

“We’re going to take the shield.” He heaved against you as his hands tightened around your thighs, using his grip as leverage to accommodate his cock deeper into you. “We are going to take that shield and if it comes to it, I’ll take up the mantle.” His breath hit your lips, but you stilled whilst undergoing pleasure as placed your hands upon his shoulders. That power was not meant for him, that monument of visage had already made him go through too much, it was like a cold that he couldn’t shake, it kept itself close to his chest, making him ill, but he appeared to be addicted to the feeling. And Steve had left that shield for Sam, nobody else, and just because the soldier didn’t accept it now, didn’t mean it would.

“Put me down Buck.” Instantly at your words, he complied, a frown settling upon his features. He noticed how he must have said the wrong thing; that shield was cursed almost, Steve had been deprived of the life he had grown up wanting, and though Bucky had almost everything, taking over as the Captain could make him lose everything, including you. And Bucky had experienced enough tragedy, it made no sense when everything was good that he’d continue to throw himself in the line of fire, but you couldn’t change him, but maybe you could prevent him from keeping truth to his words. That shield did need to be taken from Walker, but he wasn’t the one that was supposed to humour that idea.

“Doll, what’s wrong?” At his enquiry, you shook your head and pulled your underwear and trousers up, and walked down the hallway, and past Sam whom you were unfazed by, even if he was cringing at the lack of modesty that you and the old man shared. “Y/n!” He called after you, but you didn’t dare turn around, instead you walked straight out the door, and didn’t turn back. You’d bring down this enemy on your own if you had to, all or nothing to make sure that Bucky did not become Captain America, because whilst he said he’d do it, it was clear that it wasn’t a favourable option that he wanted to take.

Time skip

“Still can’t believe that you two are together.” Sam huffed a breath of laughter as he messed with the mechanics of the boat, remembering the exposure that Zemo retained about Bucky and you. You were busy conversing with Sarah, as Bucky aided him in the handy work, having retained some experience back in his day of watching the workers around army camps complete their tasks. “How did Zemo know before me, I’ve known y/n for so many years?” Bucky shrugged, his face smouldering at the mention of you. The pair of you had rekindled in proximity at the show that Walker put on of him killing one of the rioters, however you were still wary. The shield was now in the ball court after Sam had picked it up, but you remained distant and he didn’t know why. Though it was his intention to uncover that very reason.

“Well...” Bucky was taken aback to an instant beforehand, where he was away from the battlefield for a while and could pretend to be a normal man living a normal life. “She came to find me, and located me in Bucharest. I guess she liked what she found because she stayed around for a while, would do my grocery shopping for me so that I didn’t have to worry about being recognised, didn’t even tell Steve that she’d found me. Let all of you know that she was dealing with some things from her past, which she was, it just wasn’t as time consuming as she let it on to be.” Sam hummed, remembering such excuses that you’d give him when you were back at the compound.

“She still pissed at you?” The new Captain America asked, knowing how being left in the dark could affect Bucky. His mind liked to reel, come up with conclusions of their own as he thought about issues of trust in his past. I’m reply, Bucky snorted, raising his brows as he prepared to answer the enquiry.

“Less so, but you know how wives are.” Sam dramatically gasped, his mouth gaping open in a wide O as he heard Bucky’s words. And that was when the super soldier realised that he had allowed the personal vial of information slip; that he and you were under a marital agreement that was legally a binding contract that both of you had obliged to sign with willing hearts and offered fourth fingers. Bucky sighed, turning to look at Samuel and not being an ounce surprised by the man’s expression.

“Wives?! The two of you are married - and not to mention didn’t tell me?! I didn’t even get an invite. Did Steve?” Was the first account that Sam interrogated him on, and the brooding silence gave him his dreaded answer. “Come on man, this now feels like one of her big cons, excluding any sharers of the money. I cannot believe that Steve was invited and I wasn’t!” Sam raved on, footsteps oncoming making the pair look up to see you walking closer, to which made Bucky a little bit relieved.

“We knew him longer.” You answered, having heard the conversation as you approached from the volume of which Sam spoke. “Don’t take it personally, if we weren’t all wanted by the government then we’d have let you know, invitations were slim; M’baku said that the services he did were usually small when it came to the outsiders that could be invited.”

“Let me know?! Who else did you invite?” Sam pressed, expecting an answer immediately. “Natasha, T’Challa, Clint, Wanda, Rhode-“ you began to list the attendants, a firm line creating a stance in between the middle of Sam’s brows. His eyes drifted over to Bucky who was wiping the grease off from his vibranium hand, a small band slithering in his sights from the reflection of the sun that shon from it. He could only squint in spite.

“So everyone but me?” His tone was exasperated as he tried to be less passive, though that was not how it came across. Bucky simply shrugged, speaking his excuse. “You didn’t move your seat up.” Wide eyes blanched across Sam’s face as he listened to the words, hardly believing yet not surprised that that was the reason why. However aggravating Sam seemed to be the thing that reconciled the temperament of relation between you and your husband.

[cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc]

One more time

Summary: Alex regrets ever saying yes. All he wants is a second chance.

Trigger warning: Mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, swearing, angst

Author's note: my first piece off hiatus !! - you're a twitch streamer in this fic but it won't come up too much :) hope u like it <3

Based on: Break My Heart Again - FINNEAS

you sigh. your ex-boyfriend called again. you've been ignoring your phone for 5 minutes now. was he really this desperate?

you pick up your phone and slide the green button.

"what do you want, alex?"

"___, you picked up!"

he sounded extremely relieved, like he needs you to breathe.

"i did, now what do you want?"

alex sighed and leaned on a wall in his bedroom.

"can i come over? there's some stuff i still need to pick up."

you suck in a breath sharply. the air is thick and tense.

"no."

you clench the phone you were holding and bit your lip.

"i don't want to see you right now."

alex closed his eyes and pushed himself off the wall.

"i understand, you need time."

there was silence for a moment. neither of you wanted to say anything.

"if you want to come over that bad you can get your things tomorrow morning."

"sounds good. i'll be there around 11, okay?"

"fine."

"good-"

you ended the call.

"-bye..."

alex let his arm drop beside him. his eyes were watering, but he wiped it away with the sleeve of his hoodie.

it's his fault, he knew. but why is he still so upset? he shouldn't feel like this - it's is his own doing, after all.

~

you open the door to your home. alex was standing on the porch with a few empty bags in hand. the morning sun blinded you slightly, making you squint at the man in front of you.

"hi ___."

"hello, alex. all your belongings are on the couch.

"great, thank you."

~

he looks over as he's folding a shirt.

"what are you looking at?"

you say without looking away from your laptop.

his face was getting red slightly from embarrassment.

"nothing, you seem busy."

alex directed his eyes back to the clothes in front of him.

"otherwise you would've said something about me."

alex snickered slightly, trying to lighten the mood.

you sigh, holding your face in one of your hands.

don't say it. ___, keep it in. there's no point in fighting him. ___-

"if i wanted to make a comment it'd be about the fact you can't keep your dick in your pants."

god damn it, why did you do that?

he fell quiet. you hated his guts, but even you felt kind of bad for being so blunt with it.

a part of you still loved him. his loud, yet charming laugh. his sweet kisses. his adorable clinginess. his blushing face when you teased him.

you shake your head, trying to physically get rid of your pity for him. he doesn't love you anymore. he shouldn't, and neither should you.

~

after filling the bags with alex's belongings he stood up and wiped his forehead. you waver from your work and look him up and down.

"you done?"

you asked him. he turned around and gave you a weak smile.

"yeah, i think so."

"good, you know the way out."

you turn back to your computer.

"___, wait. can i ask you something?"

you make eye contact with him, fully aware it makes him nervous.

"what do you want?"

alex took a quick breath.

"can we talk sometime?"

you look at him like he spoke an alien tongue.

"why the hell would i?"

"i want to talk about what happened between us. i hate that our relationship is so sour."

he set a step forward.

"i just want this to end peaceful - or at least neutral."

"why the fuck would i want to be peaceful with you of all people?"

"i hate ending things on the wrong foot, you know that."

alex stands his ground, making you livid.

"then we make up, and then what? you'll just break my heart again!"

you stand up, simultaneously pushing the chair away with your legs.

"then i can lay awake and think about why i even let you inside my house again in the first place?!"

if looks could kill, alex would be on the floor.

"fine. if you don't want to, then i guess everything will just stay the way it is."

alex turned around and grabbed his bags. there's no way he's getting through to you right now.

"oh, so now it's my fault?"

you slam your laptop and walk away from the table.

"well, i'm so sorry for being angry at you for cheating on me!"

you don't hold your anger in anymore, he crossed the line.

"i never said that, ___!"

alex yelled to match your energy.

you took a step back. the audacity to yell at you in your house.

"out. now."

alex grabbed the second bag of clothes and without a word walked to the front door.

"goodbye, ___."

alex pushes the door open and steps outside. you go after him but stop at the doorstep.

"fuck you!" you sob out. you grab the doorknob and slam the door shut.

your knees slowly got weaker and you sit against the front door, shutting your eyes.

~

it's been a month since you've seen alex. you've blocked him on everything since then.

you were doing a q&a on your twitch channel and everything was going well. chat was filled with questions and you answered the one's you could.

your thoughts were somewhere else, though.

you still miss him, you really did. alex used to watch your streams all the time. he sent you donations with cheesy pick-up lines, he called you during streams to make fun of you for dying in a game or just to chat while he's bored.

but that didn't happen anymore.

you realize you haven't said anything in a while and you apologize. your chat was spamming purple hearts and 'are you okay?'

"ah, sorry everyone, i'm still tired from yesterday. i think i'm going to end the stream for today, thank you all for coming!"

after saying goodbye you turn off your computer.

why are you still so obsessed over him?! he cheated on you! he even tried to cover it up with a bullshit story about "not being the first to kiss her," and "she forced me to," like someone would believe a lie like that.

yet, you still love him. something inside you wants to believe him, like he really was telling the truth.

~

the next morning you open twitter and scroll for a bit. you made a tweet earlier in which you stated you weren't going to stream today.

you looked at the trending topics and saw your name in bold letters. you clicked on it and read the first tweet that popped up.

'i really hope ___ is doing better, they looked so sad on stream :('

an image was attached to it - a screenshot from the stream you did yesterday where you were mindlessly staring at your computer screen.

you sighed. at least they're not thinking too deep about this.

you scroll further down, replying and liking a couple tweets saying you were alright, thanking them or cracking a joke. this should keep them off your back for a while.

after scrolling for a bit one tweet catches your eye. you clutch your phone as you read the comment.

'kinda obvious they miss quackity :/ it's a good cover-up story tho '

~

alex was staring at his ceiling. he'd seen the tweets about you - about him.

he hates this feeling. he hates the fact that he knows what you're thinking. he hates that he knows it's his fault. he didn't mean to. he didn't.

"come on, alex. you know you want it." the woman said.

"i told you, no! i have a partner!" alex pushed her away for the second time, trying to find a way past the girl and out of this small alleyway. he should've never gone to this stupid bar.

"tch, whatever. but know you'll regret rejecting someone like me!" the girl pushed him to the brick wall and fixed her dress as she walked away.

alex fixed himself for a minute and walked past the bar and into his car. he pulled out his phone and shot you a quick text.

'hey bb i'll be over in a few :)'

'don't come back.'

you responded almost immediately. alex froze as he looked at the screen.

'wdym?'

'you know damn well why'

you sent him a photo of him next to the bar in the alley. the girl was all over him while her lips connected lustfully to his.

'it isn't what it looks like, i didn't start any of this!'

you don't respond. alex tries to send you another text when an error pops up.

'unable to send message. user has blocked you.'

~

you hover your hand over your phone's keyboard. you thought anbout alex's offer to talk, and decided that maybe it was a good idea after all. you couldn't get your mind off him, you thought that hopefully getting some closure could help.

but how were you going to ask him? 'hey, i know i blocked number like a month ago but can you to meet me at some random park? see you there!'

after typing and deleting multiple texts you eventually landed on a message.

'hey alex, i've been thinking about your offer to talk it out, and i wanted to ask if you're still up for it?'

you send it and immediately turn off your phone and place it on the coffeetable in front of you. you did it, finally. you fall back on your couch and pull your knees up to your face, waiting for a notification.

after a nailbiting five minutes a light emits from your phone. you pick it up and read the name calling you. 'alex'. you take a deep breath and answer the phone.

"hi alex."

"hey ___, it's been a while."

you sit up straight, preparing yourself for the conversation you're about to have.

'yeah, you can say that."

the atmosphere was a lot less tense than you expected. it was weirdly... comforting? you can hear alex's raspy voice through the phone. has he been crying?

"i saw your text, you wanted to meet?"

"yes, i did. i wanted to get some closure, at least."

alex chuckled, his laugh making you a little flustered. trying to brush it off, you laugh with him.

"what's so funny?" alex asked.

you rolled your eyes and smile.

"you, dumbass."

he gasps cartoonishly loud. his goofy personality is something you could never get enough of. maybe you were wrong after all.

"ok, but seriously, when do you want to meet?"

he gets back on topic. you snap out of your smile and remember why he called in the first place.

"right, right. i'm free this whole week, you can choose when."

after some planning and back and forth, you decide to meet at a small family-run café in the afternoon. coincidentally, it's the same place you two had your first date.

~

you settle down at a table on the terrace of the café, the sunday sun greeting you warmly. you were a little early, so you decided to think of some questions. it didn't take you long to come to a few, though. your main question was the photo. what was that all about?

as you were handed a menu you saw alex walking on the pavement fidgeting with his fingers.

"hey! sorry if i'm late, i took the bus instead of my car."

he took the seat parallel to yours and exhaled.

"oh no, you're right on time. i was just a little early."

the waitress gave alex a menu and disappeared into the establishment. you both decided to stay quiet before getting on topic. neither of you want to start the conversation.

after both ordering and having surface level conversation for a while silence fell. you both know why you're here, it feels off to talk like nothing ever happened.

"okay-"

"so-"

you both start at the same time. alex awkwardly chuckles while covering his mouth.

"you first."

alex proposes. you nod and like magic lose the somewhat content mood you had prior. you steadily breathe in and pull out your phone.

"so, first things first; my main goal is to get closure and an explanation - there's no point in lying to me."

alex hums in agreement. you could tell he was nervous, you knew him better than anyone. you tap on your screen a few times until you reach the photo that was sent to you.

"now, i want a clear answer. what happened that night?"

you ask him firmly as you put your phone on the table to reveal the image.

"that's my ex-girlfriend."

alex said. you raise an eyebrow - his ex? you've heard some wild things about her and her antics, which is exactly why alex broke up with her in the first place.

"she said she wanted to ask me something in private. my dumbass said yes, because i can't pick up on context clues, apparently."

you cross your arms and lean back on the chair.

"you got that right."

alex looks up from the photo and makes eye contact with you.

"long story short, she pushed me to the wall and kissed me. i tried to push her off but she didn't let me go. after shoving her, like, twice she finally got the hint and left."

~

"so she set you up?"

"she hasn't changed a bit since all those years."

you say with a hint of condescension. his explanation made sense, and from what you heard he wasn't lying. your gut told you to believe him, yet your mind had an itching feeling that there was something else.

"are you sure that's all?"

alex flinched slightly.

"y-yes, ___. i don't know what else to tell you."

you mess with your hair a bit, clearly conflicted. there was nothing else, you knew that. but your brain wouldn't let it go. you decided it's better if you just sleep on it.

"alright, then.-"

you grab your bag and stand up.

"-i think we're done here."

alex stays seated and looks up at you.

"yeah, i think so."

you pick the phone up that's laying on the table. you pull out your wallet and put a $5 bill under your teacup.

"goodbye, alex."

"wait!"

alex stands up and grabs your wrist, the gesture scaring you little bit.

"are you still mad at me?"

those eyes. they're so pretty, almost sparlking. you snap out of it when he lets go, just realizing how weird it is to grab someone's arm out of nowhere.

"sorry, my bad. i wasn't thinking."

alex scratches the back of his neck.

"i'm still deciding if i can trust you, but i appreciate you showing up, at least."

"that's enough for me."

alex smile at you, not trying to pry.

"goodbye, ___."

"goodbye, alex."

~

you heard the chirping of the birds outside your window and groan. why is it already morning? you sit up and grab your phone from the nightstand next to your bed, the phone reading 11:23 - tuesday - xx-xx-xxxx.

you sigh and fall back onto your bed. you've been thinking about alex for a few days now, still not getting him out of your head.

after going downstairs and eating some toast you pull out your phone again, the clock now reading 12:44. you look through your contacts and eventually land on his name.

you hover your hand over the green pixels while sitting down at the dining table. you swallow audibly and click the call button.

it goes once.

it goes twice.

"___?"

'Hey alex, i wanted to ask you if you wanted to meet up again?"

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[rinasfinances]

Good Kisser (Oboro Shirakumo x Fem!reader)

WARNINGS: SMUT, ORAL SEX(both receiving & giving), VAGINAL SEX, DEGRADING, TIT FUCKING, THIGH FUCKING, SLIGHT ANGST AT THE END

genre: smut, slight angst.

this is my first smut.

ps: i cried writing the end

PLOT: your best friend since middle school, Oboro Shirakumo, invites you over to spend the night at his house. things get a little...spicy ;)

(this is written from your pov)

i sat down on the bed. my best friend since middle school, invited me over to his house to stay the night. who is my friend, you ask? None other than Oboro Shirakumo. Easily the hottest guy in class 1b at U.A high. "so,'' Shirakumo started to talk. ''Now that youre here, what would you like to do?'' i knew exactly what i wanted to do. You see, i had a crush on him ever since we met. I wanted nothing more than for him to just kiss me. i wanted him so bad..but i havent told him yet. ignoring my lustful thoughts, i responded with a weak and vague answer. ''well..do you have any video games..?'' i asked him, it was the first thing off the top of my head. ''i do, actually!'' Shirakumo responded. ''what do you wanna play? i have mario kart, pac man, tetris..'' his words were drowned out by my thoughts. fuck..i didnt want to play video games. i wanted to play with his cock, thats what i wanted to play with. But..i couldnt keep fantasizing for too long. ''y/n? y/n! earth to y/n...???'' He was waving his hand in front of my face. i must have zoned out far longer than i expected. answering him with whatever i thought about first, i quickly spoke. ''uh..mario kart!'' ''epic! i love that game!'' he responded as he handed me a controller. with shaky and slightly sweaty hands, i grabbed the controller as he booted up the game. ''bet ill beat you round 2~'' he said. ''in your dreams!!'' i responded. a few rounds went by, and he was right. he did beat me, many times. mostly because my eyes were occupied on his hands. his fingers quickly moving on the controller. how badly i wanted him to fingerfuck me was insane. those fingers. so. fucking. fast. ''damn, y/n. youre zoning out again?'' Shirakumo asked. i quickly turned to look at him. ''u-uh, yeah..sorry about that! lets continue playing..'' i said. ''no, somethings off about you..are you ok?'' he responded. ''um..yes! im fine!'' i lied. i was far from fine. i was so, painfully aroused. ''hm.'' Shirakumo said quietly as he put his hand on my cheek. ''your cheeks are red and hot. hold on........are you...blushing??'' he asked. his remark only turned me on more. ''i-i- uh-'' i stuttered, not knowing what to say ''awww, youre blushing! thats adorable. is it....because of me?'' he said with a grin. that sly bastard. ''maybeeeee~'' i responded in a flirty tone. ''oh so you wanna flirt with me now, eh?'' he got close to my face, his hand still on my cheek. without thinking, i kissed him. i fucking kissed him. ''mmf-!'' Shirakumo exclaimed. holy fuck, what did i just do?! im so stupid, i shouldnt have done th- my thoughts came to an abrupt stop when i felt myself fall backwards onto the floor, and Shirakumo's tongue slip into my mouth. he was making out with me and pinning me to the floor!! oh my god, was this really happening? he pulled away for a moment. ''youre such a good kisser, y/n~'' he said lustfully. without thinking, i caressed the sides of his body, and started to slip my hand down his pants. He pulled away for a second. ''i- oh my, y/n~ not so innocent now, eh?'' he slipped his hand down my pants and started rubbing my pussy. at this point i was so aroused, my pussy was wet and throbbing. ''holy shit, youre wet as fuck! i love it.. perfect for me to fuck you~'' Shirakumo said. he knew what he was doing. ''ahh~!'' i moaned, i couldnt keep my moans in. his fingers felt so good going in and out of my wet cunt. i stared rubbing his dick through his underwear, my hand already down his pants. ''mm..oh fuck, y/n..~'' he moaned. i could feel him. he was so hard. and so big..i wanted to ride him so fucking bad. he kept fingering me with one hand, and with the other, he was lifting up my shirt and pulling down my bra and playing with my tits. it felt incredible. i unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers and started moving my hand up and down his big, thick cock. ''mmm, goddamn you make me feel so good, y/n..~ i'll fuck you real good, i promise~'' he said with a smirk. his words made me blush, and i could feel i was close to cumming. ''o-oh god, Shirakumo~!! i-im gonna-!!'' my words

were cut off as i felt myself cum all over his hand. ''did i make you cum~? of course i did.. i always knew you liked me. now..why dont we get off the floor and take this to the bedroom, my little cloud~?'' he said. the nickname he gave me made me blush. what an innocent nickname, considering what we're doing.. i felt him lift me off the floor and carry me to the bed bridal-style. he gently set me on the bed and i watched him take off his clothes. he was pretty quick with it, too. he got onto the bed and started taking my clothes off, too. ''you ready?'' he asked as he lined up his cock to the entrance of my pussy. ''y-yes!'' i responded quickly. i must admit, i was so needy, so desperate to cum. i felt a pain as Shirakumo's big, thick cock entered my pussy. i couldnt help but gasp and moan loudly. ''a-aahh~!! Shira- k-kumo!'' the pain quickly went away as i got used to his cock, and suddenly my mind was filled with pleasure. ''o-oh god, y/n~! y-youre so t-tight~!!'' Shirakumo moaned. he started thrusting. slow at first, but gradually speeding up to the point where he was absolutely pounding my pussy. it felt absolutely divine. i couldnt get enough. i felt that familiar feeling, deep in my core. i was gonna cum. ''ah~!! i-i love you~! i love you, Shirakumo~!!!'' i screamed out in pleasure as i came. i saw him bite his lip, and he let out one last moan before i felt his hot, sticky cum being released inside me. ''Ah~!! fuckfuckfuck y/n~!! i love you too~!'' we were both trying hard to catch our breath. 'i-im not done with you yet.'' Shirakumo said. ''w-what?'' i asked, wondering what was next. ''on your knees, you little slut~'' he said. ''s-slut!?'' i asked confused, and slightly worried. ''yeah, youre gonna suck me off. now get on your knees.'' he said with a serious tone. ''o-okay..'' i complied. Before i even had time to think, i felt Shirakumo's cock slip into my mouth and down my throat. ''mmh-!!'' i exclaimed in shock. He put his hand on the back of my head and bucked his hips. ''suck it.'' he said. i complied. ''a-ahh..~'' Shirakumo leaned his head back and moaned softly. i kept sucking his dick, kept deepthroating. i could tell he was about to cum, his moans got louder. ''ahh~! y-y/n~!'' he exclaimed. i felt several ropes of hot cum release into my mouth. i didnt care. i wanted him. i swallowed all his cum. ''damn, y/n..youre r-really good at this..'' Shirakumo said in a slightly shocked, yet exhausted tone. ''i-i am? this is my first time doing this, so..its good to hear that.'' i said, a bit shocked by his words. ''listen..im still not done. i want you, i want every bit of you to be mine..and im not gonna leave things unfair.'' he said as he kissed my body all the way down from my tits to my cunt. i felt him lick my pussy and suck on my clit. ''mmm..youre so tasty, y/n~'' Shirakumo said as he licked and fingered my wet cunt. ''a-ahh~! f-fuck...~!'' i exclaimed. i felt his fingers going in and out of my pussy, and i felt his tongue on my clit. it felt absolutely incredible and i wanted so badly for this feeling to last. i felt that feeling i knew too well. a feeling like electric sparks in my core, i was going to cum. ''Shirakumo~!! i-im gonna c-cum~!'' i yelled in pleasure as i felt myself cum on his hand, and on his face. i was a little embarassed, but the embarassment quickly faded as i heard him talk. ''y/n, that was amazing.~ but, im not gonna leave it at that..'' ''eh?'' i said, questioning what could possibly be next. ''i wanna fuck those pretty little thighs of yours. then i wanna fuck your tits. theyre perfect, and they'd look even better covered in cum.. my cum.'' i blushed at his words. ''o-of course..'' i said, very flustered and excited. i felt Shirakumo's cock slide between my thighs. ''mmm...your thighs are so soft, babe..'' he moaned softly before moving his hips so that he was fucking my thighs. i bit my lip and made little sounds of pleasure. even though it wasnt that much stimulation for me, i knew it felt good for him. ''i..i wanna cum..on your tits..'' he said trying not to moan or cum.

''come on then..'' i pressed my tits together. ''...cum on my tits, im ready.'' i said. Shirakumo took his cock out from between my thighs and placed it between my boobs. i placed my hands on my boobs and moved them up and down his cock, jerking him off with my tits. ''a-ahh~! y-y/n~! i-im gonna c-'' his words were cut off as he came on my face and on my tits. ''y-y/n..~'' ''yes?'' ''that felt amazing..'' ''it did..'' we exchanged words before embracing eachother and cuddling. Shirakumo pulled a blanket over us, both of us feeling so safe and loved. ''y/n..?'' he said. ''yes?'' i responded. ''i..i love you. and im not just saying that because of what we just did..i really love you. so much. i wanna be yours. forever.'' Shirakumo said. i was at a loss for words. ''r-really..?'' i qestioned. ''yes. i've loved you for so long, i've always wanted this.'' he responded. ''i-i feel the same..! i love you so much, i feel like im gonna die without you..im so glad we met..im so glad i kissed you..and i'd do it again.'' i said before i kissed him deeply and passionately. he kissed back. i loved him so much. i was positive i would have him forever. that we would spend eternity with eachother. i was sure he would be the one i would spend the rest of my life with. well..that was until..

[hyunjilicious]

bath time [henry cavill]

A/N: Ok, i wanted to make this as domestic as possible, so basically this is just plotless SMUT + a fair amount of sex talk. Also, for the sake of this one shot, imagine Henry is not famous. It’ll make sense later. That being said, I hope you’ll enjoy this, and please don’t hesitate to tell me what you thought! (4.5k)

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"There are literal drops of sweat rolling down my sides" you huffed, throwing your bag onto the floor and kicking off your shoes.

Behind you, Henry sighed as he closed the door. As soon as you heard the lock click, you turned to see him shuffling out of his shirt. It was a swift motion; just a half second after he grabbed the back of his collar and until the material was off of his body and all crumpled up in his hand. "You got nothing on me, love" he shook his head.

Even in the darkness of your entrance hallway, you could see faint traces of light reflect from tens and tens of sweat droplets all over his body. The curls that would normally frame his face were now glued to his forehead, and if you didn’t know any better you’d have thought he had just gotten out of the shower.

"Has it ever been this hot?" you mumbled, rushing into the living room and turning on the air conditioning. "Like, is this normal?"

"Normal?" Henry laughed, walking past you and into the kitchen, "Most likely not. But I think we should get used to it"

"I'm sorry, mother nature" you whispered, moving towards him.

You settled against one of the counters, and watched Henry rummage through the fridge. "Have you heard about Costa Rica?" he asked over his shoulder.

"No... What about it?"

"Apparently-" he said, straightening his back and closing the fridge. He handed you one bottle of water, and as you opened yours, he placed his’ against his chest, and rolled it down his abdomen. What a sight, but he didn't seem to have done it on purpose. "They're gonna be the first country in the world to completely free themselves of single use plastics and fossil fuel. In 2017 I think, they ran on 100% renewable energy for 300 days"

"Can we move there?" you asked, "That's incredible"

"I hope it's true and that they keep this going" he sighed, and finally opened up his bottle to take a sip.

By now, the cool air from the AC had barely started to reach you, but your body temperatures were already starting to drop. You decided to hop into the shower, and Henry affirmed he was going to do the same after he unpacked the bags. Although you felt a bit guilty letting him do this all by himself, you figured you'd be even eventually, since you were the one to cook dinner that night.

You didn't bother to grab any clothes before heading into the bathroom. You just walked in, turned on the water, threw all your clothes onto the floor and jumped into the shower. It felt heavenly. For a few minutes, you didn't even move, just allowed the water to drip down your body and wash away all the layers of sweat you had acquired during your morning errand run. 

Just when you grabbed the soap, you heard the bathroom door open, "Yeah?" you mindlessly called, assuming Henry must be needing something from his cabinet.

Nonchalantly, he just walked inside, not even bothering to look at you. He just sighed with relief and started unbuttoning his jeans.

“What are you doing?” you laughed, expecting him to just grab something and then leave.

With obvious surprise on his face, he raised his gaze, “Getting ready to shower?”

“Here?” 

He stopped dead in his tracks, his pants hanging onto his thighs for support as he had already undone and unzipped them. “Is this a problem? Do you want me to leave?”

Judging by the look in his eyes, he seemed a bit offended, but still willing to give you the privacy he thought you wanted.

“No, no.. Don’t leave, what the-” you chuckled, pulling the curtain to the side as an invitation for him to join you, “Just thought you were gonna shower in the other bathroom that’s all”

“What would I do that?” Henry shook his head, shuffling out of his jeans, “I can go if you want me to-”

“Jesus christ, Henry” you scoffed, and waved your arms for him, “Just come here”

“Why are you acting weird?” he laughed, taking off his underwear and walking towards you. He stopped just before stepping inside the shower, and looked at you with a devilish smirk on his lips, “Did you do something stupid?”

“I didn’t oh my god” you rolled your eyes and grabbed his forearm.

He followed your guide and stepped in. As you raised your hand to reach for the soap on the corner shelf, Henry wrapped his arms around you from behind. The water hadn’t yet reached his body, but he was still a bit damp and a lot sticky.

You let out a shriek, “I think we know who won the sweating contest”

“Of course I won, love” he laughed, burying his head into your neck. He spoke softly, in a low tone, but he did it so that his breath fanned directly against your neck, “Didn’t think there was any question about it”

“It was worth a shot” you laughed and turned around in his hold.

You took a few careful steps backwards, and pulled him after you. Leaning against the tiles, you stood and watched him walk directly into the water stream. It poured down his body, along his sides and down every calloused dimple of his frame. With your eyes trained on his body, you reached out and handed him the bar of soap, “Wash yourself for me, please”

“I take it I should put on a show” he laughed and you just nodded.

And he did try. “Ok, but like gimme a second to prepare” he commanded, pointing a finger at you.

“Whatever you need” you giggled and watched him grab a lufa, soaking it in ridiculous amounts of shower gel. He looked up at you, grinning proudly as he pushed his hair away from his face.

What you expended him to do was to sensually rub that sponge all over his body and have your mouth water in an instant. However, he had other plans. Henry held the eye contact as he closed the distance between the two of you, pressing you all the way back and against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall. 

“I know it’s not what you were waiting for” he chuckled in your ear, “But I think you’ll like this better”

There was no actual reason for you to argue and try to convince him otherwise, so you just hummed in agreement. He took it as his cue to get going, so his arms snaked around your frame, meeting at the base of your spine. The atmosphere, the hot water, his body so close to yours - everything was working on making this moment as intoxicating as possible.

You felt the soothing material rub against your back as Henry pushed his hands upwards along your spine. In the meantime, his lips pressed against the side of your neck, fervidly kissing away all your self control. 

“Ok, ok-” you moaned, tilting your head to the side. Your words were molded by the smile on your lips, “I see you, ok”

Henry kissed his way back up to your lips, “I have no idea what I’m doing, but I’m glad it’s working”

“Oh, it’s definitely working” you eagerly nodded. He happily attacked your lips with another kiss, and you almost gave in entirely. Without any warning, he went full in, his tongue lewdly parting your lips, tasting you with no trace of hesitation. You arched your back against him, and in response, a soft moan escaped his throat. For a short while, he kept the message going, the rough touch of the lufa awakening your senses. It was nice while it lasted, but when he dropped it, you didn't feel like complaining. 

His rough palms pressed against the skin of your back, lustfully caressing their way up your spine. Pure, lascivious need dripped from his lips, suffocating you in the immense pleasure he was able to lay upon you, even through just a kiss.

As caught up in the moment as you were, your reality was instantly shaken up by the feeling of his cock fiercely twitching against your thigh. Not even a moment’s worth of hesitation followed, as you suggestively dragged your right palm down his callused body, only to grip his hardening member into your hand.

Henry gulped deeply into the kiss, his lips freezing for a second. Allowing his forehead to fall against yours, he spoke with his eyes closed, “You’re asking for it”

The threat came in what was probably the most sexual way possible, but he meant it. As crazy as you were about shower sex, it was a no go. You and Henry have been dating for almost three months now, and even with all the lube in the world, shower sex was still off limits. This was one of the very few moments it came as a bother, because you two never encountered a situation where you couldn’t find a place to do it.

“It won’t hurt to try” you suggestively brought your lips between your teeth, looking up into his eyes through your lashes. 

As you spoke, your hand traveled along his cock, with the profound intention to get him to agree.

“It probably will, darling” Henry chuckled, along with a knowing shake of his head, “Just let me wash you, yeah? And we’ll finish this later”

“Or I could just finish this now” you smiled, the grip of your fingers tightening ever so slightly around his cock, “Please?”

“Can you not?” he laughed, “I’m-”

Seeing him about to disagree, you lustfully guided your thumb along the slit of his penis, moving it back and forth at an agonizingly slow pace. It was enough to get him to shut up.

“Fuck-” Henry grunted. His hands slammed into the wall on either side of your head in hopes of finding another source of balance, while his head urgently fell back.

“Knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me” you smiled, fisting his cock into your hand.

Feeling his member harden against your palm made your mouth water. Directly in your line of sight, you could see Henry’s chest, vehemently rising and falling, as water dripped down his skin. His flexed arms framed your body, trapping you between his massive figure and the wall, and it all worked in your advantage. 

“Look at me, baby” you smiled, nudging the side of his abdomen.

Less than a muscle put at work, his head fell forward as if it was the most difficult task in the world. Henry watched you from under a pleasure induced frown, a vulgar color tinting his cheeks towards the most errotic shade of red.

“Go on, love” he encouraged you, as if needed.

The pleasure was all yours. The choked back moans that would manage to escape his throat were all you needed in return. Despite the warm water that was pouring on top of your bodies, his breath was coarsely hot, fanning against your lips.

Picking up your pace, you could feel his cock getting harder by the second.

Cupping his cheek into your free hand, you effortlessly guided him to meet your lips. Although covered in miniature droplets of water, his lips were dry under the strain you put on him. You worked him up beyond expectation, feverishly consuming his whole self control.

A soft purposeful moan from you and into his mouth was the last drop, “Angel-” he whimpered.

“I got you, baby” you teased, speaking lewdly against his lips.

Looking down between your bodies, your eyes landed on his inflamed tip, ripe precum dripping onto your fingers for the shortest of seconds, before being washed away by the endlessly pouring water.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” you moaned, consuming his remaining ounces of vigor as you worked devious amounts of pressure against his slit.

Bottom lip tortured between two rows of merciless teeth, all Henry managed to give you was a nod. A nod of approval, one which brought a smile to your lips.

“Come on” you deplored, crying your words without any kind of shame, “I want your cum, baby, give it to me”

“Fucking hell!” Henry groaned, rubbing his forehead against his shoulder, “Really want it, huh? Couldn’t fucking wait to get out of the shower?”

“Nope”

“Better get on your knees then” 

Vividly maintaining the eye contact, you lowered yourself in front of him. You opened your mouth, getting ready for him, but you weren’t there yet.

Henry wrapped his hand into your wet hair, pulling you towards him as he took a few steps back. His cock hung proudly in its full glory inches away from your starved lips, but you decided to wait patiently like you know he loves so much.

With his fingers still gravely tormenting your roots, Henry made you look up. The fervor in his eyes was reflected in the length his cock had reached. “Tongue out, angel. And look at me, yeah?”

You nodded eagerly.

Henry worked himself through the remaining energy he had left, fisting his cock with nowhere near as much lust as you did just minutes before. But you were on your knees, mouth open and tongue out like the good girl he loves to fuck so much, so it was only a matter of time until he pushed himself over the edge.

He didn’t cum without a warning, that came in the form of a harsh tug of your hair.

In waves, his cum coated your tongue. The water was still full on pouring behind you, yet all that was audible were his moans, and the plethora of curse words he found suitable to express himself.

“Jesus, fuck-!” Henry cried, mercilessly pumping his cock.

He was nearing the end of his high, but he kept going. The sight of you proudly swallowing his cum added to his pleasure, forcing his head back, “Fuck… Y/n…”

Your teasing side awakened, and in the head of the moment, you pushed yourself up, circling your lips around his tip, sucking the last droplets of his juice directly into your mouth.

As soon as he finished, Henry collapsed against the wall by his side, panting heavily, eyes trained somewhere on the other side of the bathroom.

“Thank you, daddy” you laughed, choosing his thighs as the perfect element of stability to help you stand up. You happily kissed his lips as soon as you reached his level.

“Oh, this is nowhere near done, baby girl” Henry taunted, effortlessly spinning you around and slapping your ass, “Out”

“What do you mean out!?” you questioned confused.

You tried to turn around, but Henry forced you out of the shower, stepping out right after you.

“We’re changing bathrooms,” he said sternly.

“Why?”

“As cute as I think it is that your pussy is too tight for my cock-”

“It’s the water!” you protested, slapping his hand, “My pussy is just fine”

“Your cunt is perfect, I never said it wasn’t,” Henry laughed, kissing your lips, “But I got an idea, so now go and run a bath”

“What’s this idea?” you asked as you started to walk out of the bathroom.

“What does it matter? You’re always down for everything I want”

“Oh god” you exclaimed, the way he worded it making your cheeks catch on fire.

“Isn’t it true?” Henry teased, slowly approaching you.

“When you put it like that…”

“Go” Henry shook his head. He slapped your bare ass before you two parted ways, “I’ll be right there”

And you did as told, forcing every brain cell in your being to not buzz with anticipation. Things with you were new anyway, but him acting like this brought upon you a whole new feeling that ached all the way down between your legs. Working on autopilot, you ran the bath, added some random and forgotten bath salts to the mix, and about ten minutes later Henry joined you. The light here was dim, contouring the perfect romantic atmosphere you knew had no place in the room right now. 

“Come here” Henry encouraged.

He was sitting down at the end of the tub, the water reaching up to barely cover his abdomen. You obediently crawled over, on all fours, stopping only when your face was inches away from his.

The salacious smile on his lips should’ve come as a warning, but you were too out of it, so when his hand brushed against your inner thigh, all your senses went crazy. He wasted no time before finding your pussy, probing your folds for just a second before slamming his pointed fingers inside of you.

“Fuck” you panted, squeezing your eyes shut, the impending feeling of his fingers filling you up having an unanticipated effect on you.

“Look at me” Henry commanded, roughly gripping your chin into his hand, “None of that, love, ok? I know you can take my fingers”

With tears of ecstasy coating your eyes, you nodded your head up and down, biting harshly into your bottom lip.

“How’s it feel?” he asked proudly, his grin worth a million words, “You’re already wet as fuck”

“Feels fine” you breathed, getting used to the feeling.

“Fine won’t do, darling” Henry shook his head.

This time, when he kissed you, he shoved a third finger inside your cunt, making you gasp directly against his lips. The pain of the impact dissipated quickly, as Henry pressed his thumb against your clit, working experienced circles against it. 

“Hmph, Henry-” you cried, falling forwards to hide your in the crook of his neck.

“That’s it, love” he encouraged, caressing your side, from your hip up to your breasts with his free hand, all while maintaining the pace of his fingers on your pussy. His movements were aggressive and impatient, pushing your buttons and spreading your boundaries beyond control.

“Oh, god- I- what-” you moaned. 

Complete randomness, and it for sure wasn’t meant to make any sense either. The experience in its whole was new and so was the feeling that was forming inside your belly.

“Cum on my fingers, Y/n, ok? Don’t hold back.”

“Ok, fuck” you whined, arching your back as you white knuckled the edge of the bathtub for support.

Henry picked up his pace, roughly fucking you pussy with the kind of roughness you didn’t think you’d ever find enjoyable. Yet there you were, a moaning mess, squirming uncontrollably as you waited for an orgasm to calm the fire in your veins. 

“How come I’ve never had you ride my fingers before?” Henry chuckled, the arrogance of his tone twisting your stomach into a knot, “No fucking work for me, and I get to see you like this?”

After processing his words and allowing your mind to soak up the dominance in his voice, a loud moan escaped your throat. You tried to muffle it by slapping your hand on top of your mouth, but you were too late.

“Don’t do that” Henry said, ushering you hand away, “Think I didn’t feel your pussy clench around my fingers?”

“Oh- This is just, Henry, what are- fuck.. I’m so close”

“Cum, doll” he taunted, grabbing your chin again. He slammed his fingers deeper inside your cunt, spreading your walls and putting pressure against all your spots, “Make a mess of my fingers, love”

And that was it. The last drop. The last profanity your mind was able to take before slipping down a spiral of endless pleasure. Your reality distorted to the point where the only thing you felt was the urgent touch of his fingers. And he worked you until he saw every last drop of pleasure leave your body, and it still wasn’t enough. As satisfying and exhausting at it was, you were not ready to have his fingers leave your body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful” Henry said, his voice managing to bring you back to reality.

You licked your lips, uselessly trying to moisten your mouth, “Yep.. yeah..”

As you came down from your high, you cuddled into his chest. The water around you was starting to get cold, but you didn’t care, and neither did Henry.

“You good?” he questioned, the warmth of his tone coming in perfect contrast with the taunting attitude he had been displaying in the past minutes.

“So good” you smiled, content.

“Up, then” Henry laughed, slapping your hips.

Reluctantly, you did so but not without a whine, “Why?” 

“I wanna see if you can take me now”

Your heart panged, and you felt like hesitating, but the mere thought of him stretching you up beyond your limits excited you. “Just- go slow, yeah?”

“I won’t do anything you’re not ready for, angel” Henry assured you, guiding your hips so that your opening aligned with his already hard again member, “I’ll just slip my cock inside, and let you adjust, that’s all”

“That’s all?” you questioned, unable to hide your faint disappointment.

“I’ll do more if you can take it” he chuckled, “But if you can’t, I’ll stop and we’ll get out so I can properly fuck you in the bedroom”

“Ok, I’m not made of glass!”

“We’ll see”

“Stop!” you laughed, “It makes me feel like this inexperienced little girl”

“How is that not a turn on?” Henry questioned, “I don’t get it”

“Well, I’m not one”

“You’re not a slut either, but we both know how much you love it when I call you that”

“So what do you prefer?” you laughed, “A slut or an inexperienced girl?”

“You know what I fucking prefer, Y/n?” Henry spoke, loud and clear, after taking a deep breath of air, “I prefer my girlfriend who wakes up at 6am everyday to work on her PhD but deepthroats my cock before lunch like her life depends on it”

“Oh wow” you giggled, “I did not expect-”

“What didn’t you expect, hm?” Henry interrupted you, “Didn’t expect me to want to fuck your brains out every time I see you in a pencil skirt and heels? Or that half the time I look at your lips I think about shoving my cock down your throat? Or that the fact that you’re 7 fucking years younger than me and working on your fourth degree, turns me the fuck on?”

“Then fuck me” you said, “Now, rough me up, I can take it”

“Another thing you might not have expected-” Henry grinned, guiding his cock to your entrance and tracing it back and forth, “The fact that I still don’t think you’ll be able to take me, turns me on more than thinking you might be able to”

With your heart on fire, you leaned in, trapping his face in between your palms. He welcomed you mouth open, tongue ready to take control, as his hands settled on your hips.

You concentrated your mind on the kiss, on his taste and on the feeling of his tongue wagging dominantly against yours, while he sank his fingers into your flesh, pushing you down against his cock.

When his tip pushed past your folds, you whimpered against his lips, but none of you showed any signs of wanting to stop. You kept lowering yourself, the stinging sensation between your legs only growing more and more intense with every other inch of his’ you’d take in. Henry kept kissing you, peppering the moment with the occasional lip bite that only worked in your favor.

The way he moaned against your lips, the way you felt his throat vibrate with every grunt he released, made you more and more eager.

“So, so, fucking tight, fuck” Henry groaned, “Fuck me”

You nodded yes, sharing the feeling with him. Your eyes were covered in unshed tears, as the hazardous feeling between your legs only intensified. 

“Are you ok?” he asked as soon as you completely lowered yourself onto his cock.

“Yeah” you said, “This is actually nice. Kinda”

“Come here” he cooed, motioning for you to lay down against his chest. As soon as you did, the stinging sensation between your legs blew up. On the other end of the spectrum, Henry threw his head back, moaning out loud.

“That good, huh?” you teased.

“Fuck, love” Henry chuckled in disbelief, “Your pussy was made for me and I don’t wanna hear otherwise”

“No one’s gonna tell you otherwise, baby” you giggled, “Don’t want any man to think about fucking my mouth other than you”

“Good,” Henry said sternly.

“Doesn’t it turn you on though?”

“What?”

“Think about other men wanting me but I’m all yours?” you asked, your voice a bit lower.

As he put his thoughts together, Henry closed his eyes, rubbing his cheek and chin, “Depends”

“On what?”

“Now I’d fuck your brains out while some dude watched and cursed that he’s not me. But I can’t promise that this will always be the case”

“Do you get jealous easily?”

“You got up at 7 this morning to come with me and wait in a line for 3 hours just so I can get one piece of paper” Henry said, “Pretty sure I don’t have any reason to be jealous yet”

“Aw, this is so sweet” you gushed, leaning down to kiss him again. By now the water was dead cold and the feeling between your begs was starting to dissipate, but your mind was in a different place, “You were so cute and now I don’t wanna say what I had in mind”

“Oh god” Henry chuckled, shaking his head, “By all means, please, tell me”

“Ever tried Chatmix?”

“No, what’s that”

“Well…” you hesitated, “It’s a site.. Where people go and masturbate together”

His face fell, “And what do you exactly wanna do?”

“I want you to fuck me while strangers watch”

For a second, he failed to answer, but eventually, a smile creeped up on his lips, “Are you serious?”

“Yeah… I mean no one would know who we are and I think it’s really hot to like you know… I mean.. I just think it would be hot to have people watch us.. And see how good you fuck me, and how I do whatever you tell me because, I don’t know... I’m your good girl…? and I want people to like see how you… own me?”

The color on Henry’s cheeks drained. All the life in his features wilted away, and for a second you couldn’t believe how badly you just fucked up. But the warm tone in his eyes soon got replaced by a wicked shade of carnal blue, and the corners of his mouth tilted upwards, proving that you might have just been wrong. Before he opened his mouth to speak, you felt a faint pang deep in your belly.

“Did you cock just twitch?”

Henry cleared his throat, “Chatmix you said?” 

“Yes”

“Do you wanna-” he started asking, voice an octave higher.

“Like right now?”

“Yeah? Or not-”

“We should” you affirmed.

Henry nodded, seemingly deep in thought.

“Did you cock just twitch again?”

“Ok, let’s go”

[utterlyhopeful-fics]

Midnight Magic

A/N: Wrote a smutty part 2 to accompany you lovely folks! 🥰🥰

MASTERLIST

Henry Cavill x Reader

Also, if I keep tagging you and you’re not interested or want to be tagged; please let know!

Word Count: 1855k 

Warnings: MUCH PROMISED FLUFF, dirty talk, implied smut, foreplay, kissing, language, teasing

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Y/N wasn’t someone to demand attention but tonight was a different story entirely. Whether it be the holiday magic in the air or the sheer happiness exuding from her beaming smile, they’d never know for sure.  She glazed into the fireplace awaiting the arrival of her midnight kiss to show up. The embers flickered uncontrollably creating a spellbinding illusion of comfort. The cerulean blue hue of her dress was majestically magnificent, custom designed to perfection leaving little to the imagination. Paired with a sexy high slit revealed the majority of her right leg; just enough access.

This New Year’s Eve Henry had the peculiar notion to get dressed up as if they were enjoying the evening out. Y/N almost died of happiness then and there seeing the childish reflection in her husband’s hypnotic orbs. 2020 was one helluva year and though it brought them closer than ever as a couple, Y/N wasn’t blind to the hardships occurring throughout the world.  

His loins stirred excitedly as lust glazed over his features growing semi-hard. The only barrier holding them from going at it like teenagers. He licked his lips in anticipation eager to have his wife all to himself. No lavish parties or parades of people to entertain this year, just the lot of them, alone and horny. He continued admiring her from afar pouring two flutes of champagne for the pair.

“You look positively scrumptious this evening, Mrs. Cavill.”

Henry silently crept from behind sneaking up unsuspectingly slow. Goosebumps riddled her gorgeous skin rippling in masses. His breath ticked the tiny, delicate hair adorning her neck shooting a pleasurable surge to her limbs. Both endlessly love drunk on one another. His sensational touch alone kicked every sense into overdrive, heightened every emotion he emitted. Y/N reached back entangling her fingers with his newly deemed ‘quarantine curls’ she’d loved to tug on. Small bites traced down her neck leaving small marks in his wake of destruction.

“May I add how delectable you are in a tuxedo, Hen? My god, my poor ovaries must be working overtime.”

A salacious smirk broke out on his lips eyeing her lustfully.

“You haven’t the finest clue what I want to do to you right now, my love.”

Her hips grinded back on their on accord knocking the air from his lungs. All his remaining blood rushed to the tip of his cock as his belly stirred in playful chaos. They swayed back and forth to the melody playing in the background both reflecting on their last year together.

Henry lined himself up with the shell of her ear wrapping his bulky arm firmly around her waist drawing her as close as possible.

“I’m truly astounded this is our 12th year celebrating as a couple.”

Y/N smiled thinking back when they first met. The year was 2008, Henry was a newly promoted regular to a Showtime series called The Tudors. Y/N was a brilliant writer, the brains behind the complex operation. Henry considered her the beauty and brains; Y/N hated when he talked down about himself saying she’d never once doubted the man who became a wonderful husband and even better daddy.

One unparticular day he’d spotted her struggling to balance a pretty hefty pile of scripts and tumbled right into him. Luckily, his super-size and strength kicked in just in time catching the eye of the attractive stranger. In that moment, Henry knew there was something about this woman he craved to figure out. He was just the lucky bastard on the reciprocating end.

“And thank god your parents volunteered to take the kiddos for the evening. Some private adult time is just what the doctor ordered. We owe them BIG time.”

Y/N winked leading him to decipher the meaning behind her blanket statements. She stepped from his grasp breaking his hold on her. He whined at the loss causing Y/N to eye him curiously.

Oh, you little tease.

Henry’s frisky nature broke through lighting the atmosphere around them. Due to the ongoing pandemic and what not, Henry and Y/N found themselves in wintry London at their main hub of a home. Henry’s roots were deep-rooted and his plea so passionate as she agreed to move across the world with him. Their lives halted for the better allowing the family to spend more time than usual as a unit. Though initially hectic and overwhelming, they were secretly thankful for these little moments with their four children. It was a time they so dearly valued at their imaginative ages.

“Oh, I bet my pops could sense the sexual tension oozing off you, darling. You smell mouthwatering.”

“Hush! Besides it is completely natural to pursue a sexual relationship with my husband outside of our children. Gotta keep you coming back for more…”

“Oh sweets, you have no earthly idea how bad I want to fuck you every day of my existence. You are absolutely divine and somehow all mine.”

“I can’t take all the credit. Nobody’s ever made me cum the way you managed to figure out. You play me like a damn instrument.”

“With pleasure.”

“Ugh, you’re insatiable.”

“Oh, come on. Your sex drive is just as insane as mine. Admit it!”

Y/N bit the inside of her lip collecting her thoughts. Henry pried and teased her ribs forcing her to his whims.

“Fine, fine, you win! I’m a ravenous feign when it comes to you. You’d think having kids would cool my jets but then I see these gorgeous faces I birthed and it’s like I reset. Poof, just like that.”

“Well you’re a phenomenal Mum and quite the MILF too.”

Henry inhaled her perfumed scent taking a long sip of bubbly; anything to keep him from combusting.

“Let’s toast, love. We must.”

“My my, how time flies when you’re having fun.”

Her manicured fingers reached for the chilled glass looking up at Henry and his three-month-old beard. She rose her glass slightly higher in preparation for his speech. Her eyes gleamed with pride as she admired her husband.

“Thank you for loving me, Henry. Seriously, you changed my life in so many profound ways.”

The sap in him was beginning to show as his eyes watered with unshed tears; “My love, it is I who should be thanking for you the unending shower of love and affection. You are the beautiful mother of our four wonderous kids who are the absolute lights of my life because of you. You’re a woman worthy of many praises than my silly ramblings. Cheers to you and for another adventure of a year!”

She swatted his chest immediately shutting him up; “Don’t say that! I am just as equally lucky to have found someone who gets me for …me. It’s a wonderful feeling to have you by my side even if I did have to kiss a few frogs.”

“No doubt I the best possible selection.”

Y/N played along jesting back; “I wouldn’t go that far, maybe the easiest?”

Gob smacked Henry’s wit was rapid fire; “If memory serves, you were there too. And just as ravenous.”

“I was about to get nailed by an insanely hot British man. Can you blame me?”

“One look from you and I was a bloody puddle. I had to recite rugby players to keep from losing my shit.”

No matter life’s challenges the past years of their lives, their resolution to stay equals and lovers was stronger than ever. A sinful glow overcame Y/N as she stared directly up at him; “Cheers to you fucking me stupid then?”

“As you wish.”

She refused to glance away maintaining his smoldering gaze; her Y/C eyes screamed sex. His pupils dilated just as his heart speed up voraciously. Both subconsciously tilted their heads oppositely neither daring to move first, unwilling to yield. Y/N challenged his masculinity testing him. Many words could be used to describe Y/N but priss wasn’t one of them.  

“Oi, you are a true keeper.”  

Y/N checked the matching wrist watch completing her outfit; “T-minus 15 seconds until 2021 is here.”

Still unbreaking of her gaze, Henry stayed silent taking in the beauty of his wife. He could stare at her for the rest of his god given days and die a spectacularly happy man.

10,9,8

“Oh Hen, another marvelous journey with you. Can’t wait to see what 2021 has in store for us.”

7,6

She stared down at his inviting pout unable to look away nor did she truly want to.

“Maybe thinking about another baby?”

Her eyes bulged from her skull as shock illuminated from her pores.

“You’re joshing me?”

His lack of response was more than confirmation enough.

5,4

“There’s something so ridiculously sexy about you being pregnant. I always knew I wanted kids but with you, oh with you I want to have as many as humanly possible. Our very own football team.”

Confusion stamped her features at his terminology. Sometimes Henry forgot they were from different countries.

“Football as in soccer. You know the game with the checkered ba—”

Y/N cut him off; “Jeez baby, save your mansplaining. I’ve been on this side of the pond long enough to understand your oh so clever references.”

3,2

The pros and cons bounced around in her head, doubt never far behind but the mischievous joy coming off him was tantalizing; “Let’s do it.”

2,1

Cheers rang ecstatically from the television as fireworks commanded their attention but they only had eyes for one another. Henry closed the gap kissing her feverishly. He was forever seared into her brain ruined for all other men. Lost in the moment, Y/N barely had time to set her glass down untrusting of her own balance anymore. Henry followed shortly behind. Now with her newfound freedom, Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck locking him in place. His questioning tone was almost cause for concern before his façade shattered.

“Really? I do so enjoy seeing you round with my babe. So, fucking irresistible.”

Henry’s jacket was long removed strewn over the couch. That left him standing only in his tight button up and trousers. Y/N merely leaned back his direction bringing his attention towards the zipper aligning her spine. Henry chuckled undoing her dress too easily watching the zipper flair apart. He couldn’t resist admiring the flex of her muscles and how striking she was. Tugging the material over the curvy hips, Y/N noticed Henry was far too overdressed.

“Take off your clothes, now.”

“You bossin me round, babe?”

His muscular tush ignited in minimal pain as her hand connected with his ass whipping rather harshly. A small red welt appeared instantly. Henry stood shocked as Y/N’s smug smile decorated her face.

“You really shouldn’t push me. I don’t like my authority questioned.”

Henry’s mood shifted at her use of roleplay knowing he was in for a well and good night. Henry stripped removing his boxer briefs last. Y/N strutted towards her bedside dresser pulling out a pair of metal handcuffs. Dangling them in front of him, she grinned bashfully; “You’re going to sit your ass on that bed and I’m going to tie you up now. Got it?”

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[ssa-sugar-tits]

Before It's Too Late

Request: this one

Have this scenario in mind: Hotch is working on a case where the victims look like the reader and he feels he should tell her his feelings before it's too late like what happened to his ex wife. Smutty or fluffy, it's your decision

Pairing: Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner x Reader

Content warnings: canon typical violence (torture/murder), mutilation, cursing, mentions of haley's death, smut, oral sex (male receiving), penetrative sex

a/n: yeahh we're doing the classic there's only one bed shit. enjoy, my horny lovelies.

The entire team saw it, instantly. When JJ pulled up the victims with an uneasy gaze. They looked like you. All four women. You saw yourself in their cold, dead eyes. Your hair matched theirs too under the bloodstains. Hell, they could all be your sisters. The only difference was the glaringly obvious: the terror spilled all over those poor women's faces before they'd been tortured and murdered.

Wheels up in 20.

Hotch's meaningless words echo in your head as you stare deeper and deeper into your victim's eyes.

Hotch sits at his desk, the team's leaving in 10 minutes. He can't shake what everyone knows damn well. The women. They look like Y/N. They look like his clandestine love, Y/N. Hotch won't let anything happen to you, he'll die a thousand times before that happens. But he can still feel Haley's heavy, limp body in his arms and his heart shattering. It took a long time but piece by piece, you put it back together and now you hold Aaron Hotchner's heart in your oblivious hands.

"Y/N, we're leaving," Emily yells to you, walking with JJ out to the jet. You're forced to leave your trance and join the others. You feel hazy and have to focus your breathing as you take a seat next to Hotch.

"Hey babygirl, you're on." Derek places a laptop down with Garcia's live image displayed. Quickly looking up at the team and not wanting to show any sign of weakness, you share your thoughts.

"Well clearly, our guy's got a type. Same ethnicity, hair color, even the lip shape is insanely similar. I'm thinking surrogate." Receiving nods from the team, you hope precariously the profilers beside you don't notice how you're doing everything you can to avoid looking at the crime scene photos. Hotch agrees with you, not looking up from his file for fear of showing just how miserable the very idea of something happening to you is making him.

"Y/L/N is right. Garcia, start by looking at men in the area 20 to 40 years old who are related or romantically involved with a woman fitting the physical parameters of our victims. It'll be long but somewhere to start."

"Yes sir!" Penelope says enthusiastically, already beginning to click away at her keyboard. JJ stays at the back of the jet, making a phone call and Emily speaks up.

"Actually Penelope, cut that down to only romantic involvement. The torture and mutilation of the women's genitals is an act of sex in itself, I doubt he'd be doing that for a mother or sister. And the rage is evident so focus on recent breakups or rejections." Rejection. Why does that word stand out to Hotch?

"Very helpful, my raven-haired beauty," she chirps. "We are down to... 2700 matches!"

The word rejection still makes its way, floating around Hotch's mind like an annoying song he can't get out of his head. That's it, isn't it? You're the song he can't get out of his head. A song he loves, one that may not feel the same way. A song he can't lose.

"Garcia, try looking for large places of residence. Our unsub wouldn't torture in an apartment where neighbors can hear or in a house with other people around." Reid says.

"Look for areas with basements, sheds, garden houses, and such." Rossi adds.

"Hit you back later! P.G. out," she signs off.

Instead of, as he probably should be, doing his job, Hotch lets himself get lost in his thoughts. Thoughts about what happened to Haley, what could happen to you.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Those three gunshots ring in his mind.

Is this why your marriage fell apart, Aaron?

Foyet's words taunt him. How can he let himself love someone again? After failing Haley, at the cost of her life? At the cost of Jack losing his mother.

"Hotch?" you tap him lightly. "We landed, the team's outside."

"Thank you." He gathers his things, taking a quick deep breath.

"Sir," you say it with a careful tone. "Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine Y/L/N," he reassures you quickly and starts to leave but looks back at you. "Are you? We've all noticed that the victims...."

He trails off but you know what he's talking about.

"It's scary," you admit. "Definitely offputting, but I'll manage."

"If you need anything, let me know."

Your heart skips a beat. He's only being a good boss, you tell yourself.

"Thank you Aaron."

A rare sight, Hotch smiles at you. It's the first time you've called him by his first name.

The team sets up in the precinct and it's a slow day for the case, all in all. The suspect list is narrowed, slowly but surely, and interviews are conducted but no arrests are made. Most of your friends have turned in for the night, urging you to get some rest but you can't. Not when you're-- and you hate to admit it-- fucking scared. How could you possibly not be? Every time you look at the bloody photos, it's almost like looking into a future mirror. Hotch stays in the next room, alone. Gazing down at the file, he has to wonder. Is it really protecting you if he hides his feelings for you? Or is it a selfish attempt to guard his own fucked up fears? He doesn't have time to think about it much, interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Hotch?" You call.

"Come in, Y/L/N."

The object of his misery enters.

"I'm going back to the hotel for the night, I came to see if you wanted to ride back with me." Saying it confidently, not worrying he'll know your true desires. He almost objects but can't resist, especially not when he's made the decision to tell you before it's too late. To tell you he loves you.

"Give me a few minutes, I'll meet you outside."

"Got it," you smile genuinely, pleased that he agreed.

Checking into the hotel, the owner gives you a key, saying it's their last available room. Not a problem, you think. You step into the elevator and notice a hitch in Hotch's breathing.

"Y/L/N, I need to speak with you regarding something."

He cringes at his own words. How formal does a goddamn love confession need to be? This is stupid, what is he even doing?

"I'm not in trouble, am I?" you laugh, unlocking the room. He doesn't respond but one thing catches your eye when you walk in. You turn to face Hotch and your face is mere inches from his, able to feel the heat of each other's body.

"Hotch," you breathe out your words, low and shaky, feeling the tension you'd convinced yourself you'd been imagining all this time. "There's only one bed."

"That there is." He says calmly, not breaking eye contact. With a small burst of confidence, you place a hand on his rising chest.

"What'd you want to talk about, Aaron?" He almost moans just at the way his name sounds on your precious lips.

"This," he growls. You don't resist when he grabs your face to mash his lips against yours. In fact, you throw yourself on top of his and deepen the kiss. Without breaking the kiss, you push him onto the bed and straddle him. You take grip of his shoulders and he wraps his hands around your waist. He grunts and you take the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth, attacking his with yours. Hotch tilts his head to have more access to your mouth and you feel his growing bulge against your thigh. You throw him down and smirk as he stares lustfully.

"Is this what you want Aaron?" you tease. He doesn't give you an answer, only exhaling and undoing his belt.

"Y/N, I need you." he pants, hungrily.

"Yes sir."

Pulling down his strained boxers with one swift movement, your mouth salivates at the sight of his already hard cock. His pink head glistens with precum and you bring your head down to swipe your tongue on it, making sure he's watching you.

"Fuck," Hotch moans, grasping a handful of your hair. You slide your mouth down on his cock, moaning against him and stroking what you can't fit with your hand. A long noise escapes him and he grips your head tighter while you bob your head up and down.

"Just like that baby, so good Y/N."

"Mmm," you hum, savoring every moan that travels from his mouth. Tears pricking your eyes, you take him down your throat determined to taste every inch of him, making him hum with delight. Cupping his balls in your hand, you work on him with your hands and mouth at the same time and you feel him near the edge. You pull your head up from him, a string of saliva connecting your lips and his dick.

"I was close," he mutters roughly. You lift your shirt over your shoulders and pull down your skirt, leaving you in your lacy white bra and panties set. Glad I wore something nice, you think. When he sees your body hovering over him, he's a man captivated. Rapidly, he unclasps your bra and takes in the view, starting to knead them sensually.

"Fuck me, Aaron." you command, somehow sounding sweetly. Hotch pins your wrists above your head and kisses you again, like he's waited his whole life to have you. He takes hold of your hips and moves your underwear to the side, holding his shaft to enter you. You moan in sync and he enters your pussy all the way.

"Aaron, fuck."

"You feel so good, baby." He praises.

"God yes!" you scream with his first thrust. "Fuck me as hard as you can, please sir."

You plead and Hotch complies. As he fucks you faster, moaning all the while, his hands tighten on you. You're sure he'll leave bruises for the morning but you don't care experiencing the pleasure you have right now. His fingers roll your nipple in his hand, pinching and squeezing lightly and he thrusts hard and passionate.

"I'm gonna cum," you warn and your pussy's blissful walls tighten around his nearing cock.

"Me too Y/N," he grunts. Exploding inside of you, he throws his head back messily and moans, pushing you over the edge. Your juices drip down your thighs and Hotch pulls out of you.

Breathing heavily, neither of you say a word. Only holding on desperately to any last drop of what you just did.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm in love with you."

You stare into his deep brown eyes, still floating internally and inhaling the smell of sex. You trail a hand down his firm arm. It wasn't in your head.

"I'm in love with you too, Aaron."

[multifandom-girlie]

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝

Imagine: He has a bad day at work so your surprise him when he gets home.

Pairing: Human!Elijah x Human!Reader

Warning: Smut

Words: 3048

Note: This ended up being drastically longer than expected but I think It's probably one of better smut's if I do say so myself ;) Anyway as always enjoy yourself-not too much ;) Love all of you, you beautiful people.

Nobody’s Pov:

On an usual day, Elijah wakes up and gives you a long cuddle and soft kisses until you wake up so you can talk until he has to get up and ready for work. Being his wife was difficult you’d think owning his own company would give him more free time considering he chooses the hours he works but being the holidays a lot of his best employees have gone home for christmas, meaning the ones who weren’t as good were still working and although he appreciated it sometimes they can be a nightmare. So he has to go in to make sure that nothing goes wrong.

Today though people had really been testing his patience. Some people who were making deals on his behalf with other companies were talking too much crap and not taking it seriously which with good reason drove them away. Which annoyed him, the start of the holidays were always the worst time at work for him. Always having to deal with ignorant workers and who were too dedicated to their job, which made it a lot harder for him to fire them.

He took the earliest chance he could to escape the building making sure he wouldn’t get any calls or problems from work, so he can go home and spend the evening with his wife which is rare but much appreciated.

When he walked in the door, he noticed the darkness of the house which indicated the downstairs was deserted of life, also proving this was the silence he focused on when he walked through the door and chucked his keys on the side table along with placing his long black coat on the hook beside the door. He assumed his wife had gone to sleep with bothered him immensely, it wasn’t her fault she could go to sleep obviously he wouldn’t stop her but if he hadn’t of had to deal with the idiots at work then he would’ve been able to see her a little atleast before she decided to take herself away in a world of slumber. He had just finished getting a beer out of the fridge and removing the cap when he saw rose petals leading up the stairs. Naturally, his curiosity got the best of him and he put his beer on the counter and followed the trail.

The petals leading him up the stairs and towards the bedroom. An appreciative smirk settled on his face as he twisted into the knob of the door and pushed it open quietly. Hoping that whatever she had planned had been set up recently instead of earlier, knowing that she wouldn’t have wanted to wait too long. He walked in not seeing her in their large bed which made made him feel a little lighter that she’d stayed up, even more so when he heard their shower on in the en suite. He walked over to their bed and placed his blazer on the comforter.

Following the noise of the water running he arrived at the door way and spyed her in the shower spurring him to lean on the frame and inspect the way the streams of water cascade down her perfectly proportioned curves. The lights dim in their already dark themed bathroom and candles littered every flat surface that wasn’t already occupied by the mass amounts of both of their products. Bright spotlights above the shower projecting on to every drip of water on her body, almost making her look like she was glittering.

The sight made his already tight pants constrict, the little she has to do to make him want her is complete insanity. No women could ever make him feel the way his wife made him feel, he loves her more than anyone. He was too into his thoughts about her to realise that she was looking at him with a warm smile on her face. He snapped out of his thoughts when she called his name.

“Elijah ?”

He smiled at her and decided to get closer. He wasn’t stupid he knew what she was doing. Maybe being her husband helped with knowing what she was planning, but she was making it more than obvious.

“If I didn’t know any better beautiful, I would guess you are trying to seduce me. Correct ?”

Y/N Pov-

I used my hands to get him closer to me by pulling on the waistband on his pants.

“You might be getting somewhere. I missed you today handsome.”

He grinned at me and pulled me against him, despite the fact I was dripping with water. His whole front getting damp not forgetting the wet handprints on his ass cheeks where I had moved my hands to pull him closer. Loving looks in our eyes rapidly changed to lustful gazes.

My nipples hardened when he trailed his fingers down my wet spine.

His member throbbing with need to bury himself inside me and make love to me for aslong as the world lets him. Even though, knowing his luck it would end a lot sooner that either of us wanted.

My hands travelled up his ridiculously muscled back and gripped his neck when they reached my destination. I stepped backward, pulling him with me. Light sprays of water tickling his pale complexion and thin clothes. Making the clothes stick to him in the most teasing way. I leant up and stood on the balls of my feet as I pecked his soft lips with an unexpected amount of innocence. Our eyes fluttered shut in a moment of weakness, lips parting to deepen the kiss we were sharing between us. I was sharing with Elijah, the elicit moans he had created only using his mouth.

Elijah had always been good at everything, especially in bed. He was adorned with the hands, mouth and body of a god. Himeros and Eros combined was my guess. Genuinely he was good at making me forget of everything except him when making love to me like Himeros but like Eros he was incredibly loving and cared about me and put me before anyone. Which I realised long before I married him how much I truly cared and loved him. Honestly, I will admit though in this moment all I was thinking about was having him so deep inside of me that we may aswell be joined together.

His tounge slid over my lips as he continued to kiss me. Drawing more of those sweet moans that travelled through his ears and making him more hard than he thought possible. As we pulled away I looked at him with a mixture of love and lust, travlled my hands up his stomach and chest and ripped his shirt open from the buttons. I was too impatient to be careful with the shirt, not like he had a million others. He smirked down at me when he realised how desperately I wanted this. I then looked at the loose black tie still hanging round his neck, resting on his naked upper half and used it to my advantage. My hand gripped the tie and pulled him closer into the shower. He realised he didn't care in in the slightest about the water now trickling down him, even when he was still half dressed. My hands loosened the tie and pulled it from around his neck chucking it onto the floor. Our foreheads resting against eachother before going into a more passionate make out session. Now both fully wet it seemed more intimate. 

My Y/C/S breasts flattened as I was pressed directly against Elijah’s upper half with my arms wrapped tightly around his neck and my head tilted to the side, giving him more access to place sloppy kisses across my neck. His hands trying infinitely harder to pull me even closer to him even with it being impossible, this action causing my back to arch into him as his top half leaned forward to kiss my neck once again. Hands running through his now flat brown hair, the water having washed away the products causing it to rest. As he pulled away I made my way to his lips once more and kissed him passionately before pulling away as I lowered myself down, layering sloppy kisses down his glistening chest and stomach. Before licking the veins protruding from his waistband, right where he wanted me. Fingers unfastening the pants and looking up at him lustfully as I did. Using the little opening I had made by doing that to place kisses all above his large and incredibly hard cock. Deciding I wanted to move faster I pulled his pants to his ankles and grabbed his cock before rapidly placing it into my mouth and sucking gracefully on him. His face contorted into one of shock, he didn't realise how much he had needed this until now. His hands stroking my wet and slicked back hair as I gave into his need for pleasure, since work was taking all pleasure away from him. Vibrations of my sweet moans, circling his whole body making him shiver in pleasure and arrive closer to release. Of course I wanted him inside of me to finish though so I let go and stood straight up pressing our bodies together immediately. His hands that were layered with even more protruding veins, gripped my ass cheeks tightly as we made out once again with my hands wrapped around him. I was then turned and placed against the cold shower wall so his hands could tease me like my mouth had done to his cock. He made circling motions on my clit consistenly joining in with the dozens more sloppy kisses on the other side of my neck this time.

Nobody’s Pov-

Lowering down to his knees, he kissed down her body and whilst littering kisses on just above her clit, his finger entered her in a sudden movement. Now adding another finger as her sweet, innocent moans were shifting into loud, pleasurable ones, educating himself that he was satisfying her immensley. Tounge now moving downwards to play with her clit. His hand still cupping her breast, he quickened the pace of his fingers and the noises exiting her mouth showed her enjoyment. Loud femine moans of his name were echoing through the bathroom as he let her release, he pulled his fingers away but still speeding the pace of his tounge until she pulled him up by his hair and pulled him into a loving kiss. Her hand clutching the side of his face whilst the other wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to her. They continued for a few more seconds until she was turned around and pressed against the wall, her backside pressed against Elijah's bare front. Deciding rapidly he, placed himself to her entrance and swiftly moved inside of her. Her back arching against him but still resting her head on his shoulder, while he continued his brisk thrusts into her. His hand gripping her breasts, to push her over the edge. His head moved forward to place light kisses on her shoulder, hips doubling the velocity of his deep thrusts. Now turning her head they kissed eachother more lustfully than the others but not forgetting the large amount of passion still lingering. They pulled away and her arm reached out to wear her arm around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder again. Moans getting louder, breathing getting heavier, pace getting faster and harder it was really gratifying for the pair. He deposited loving kisses on the arm wrapped around him. Whilst one of his gripped her breats tighter and the other stroking down her body and using his fingers to caress her hips tightening his grip on them making his thrust even deeper then she anticipated. 

“I missed you too by the way, my beautiful Y/N.”

She moaned louder but sweeter than the rest, hearing his words. She forgot he never replied to her.

“I love you Elijah Mikaelson.”

He gripped her face again and placed another passionate kiss on her pretty pink not forgetting swollen from the pair biting them lips. 

“I love you Y/N Mikaelson.”

She moaned even louder at his fast and meaningful reply back and the fact she felt more beautiful when her called her Y/N Mikaelson. She was proud to be with him before they married but when her name changed she felt like the most beautiful person in the world to be married to such an incredible man. She was proud of him and her married name and she didn't deny she liked the spotlight she had when she was with him or how much more beautiful she felt.

His thrusts slowed gradually as she had released on him after he had reached her pleasure tolerance from playing with her clit with his fingers. He continued his pelvic action speeding up once again whilst holding her hips once again and her hands resting atop of his. Whilst her head turned and they stated at eachother lovingly before kissing again. He pulled out of her rapidly whilst she turned in his arms and kissed him more full on. She then pulled away and pushed him to the bench in the shower, deciding to take more control. She straddled him as they made out some more, making them feel like horny teenagers rather then a sexually frustrated married couple in their twenties.

She almost instantaneously lined his dick with her entrance and sat down on it very quickly. He clutched her hips and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She expeditiously thrusted her hips in a downwards motion to relieve the knot in her stomach telling her she needed to release. She slowed down as she was quickly getting too hot and bothered to be dominant today because she just needed release, Elijah saw this and aided her. Their foreheads rested against one another's both heavily breathing, Y/N emanated loud, sweet moans, while Elijah harmonised with her with his deep pleasure filled groans. His hands gripped the tightest he could on her hips without hurting her and thrusted up into her sprightly. Before he knew it, she kissed him with as much passion as she could muster in her tired but very much satisfied state whilst releasing her built up tension all over him. Although not being there long due to the water from the shower washing it down the drain. She didn't remove herself from on top of Elijah though, knowing full well he hadn't reached his sweet release as of yet. She ended up releasing more of her on to him due to the squirt he made happen from the continued thrusting into her to satisfy himself. Her legs wouldn't stop shaking with pleasure and the screams and cries of pleasure she was emitting was enough to make any man fall in love.

She had managed to gain some energy back after her second release and became more in control again, kissing him passionately and she bounced upon his lap, chasing his release and her fourth. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, hugging him and clutching his back whilst still moving in upwards and downwards motions on his throbbing cock. She made the decision to stand up after her fourth release to tease him into thinking he wasn't going to get a release but as she stood up she stumbled because of her weak legs and gripped onto the knob to turn the shower on and turned it off. He stood up stalked over her and threw her over his shoulder before walking into the bedroom and chucking her on the bed. Looking over her with a loving gaze but the need to release was so much stronger than him punishing her for teasing him so close to cumming. He crawled over and thrusted back into her immediately. Pounding into her already throbbing pussy, chasing her fifth release already whilst he was savouring his enjoyment for his first.

He went as deep as he desired which she always liked but never got used too. Everytime he’d make love to her, he had the power to make it so amazing that for starters no one else could compare and secondly because she could never even imagine how good he made her feel when she needed release because it was so good it made her forget how good it feels, how deep he goes, his willing desire to make love to her with all the passion he had and double that.

As she released all over him, it finally made his stomach knot and force a release out of him. He decided to release that time after holding it in so the feeling was greater. Only, it was out of him and in her. Neither realised this until minutes after.

“Elijah ?”

“Yes beautiful?”

“You know I'm not taking birth control at the minute, right ? I haven't picked up another prescription yet.”

“I'm very aware Y/N, you are my wife after all.”

It made her all giddy to hear him call her his wife still, even though they've been married for 6 years already. Problem is she knew he didn't understand why she was asking these questions. She was more than happy to have a child with Elijah, of course she was. It's just she wanted to be careful about this happening because of how much he worked and how little he was actually at home at times. It sometimes feels like a strain on the relationship but they've handled worse and got through it. They talked about this though and agreed to wait, at least until his brother Kol had graduated from college to take over the family business. Klaus had already had his year working there and he hated it so he moved to France with his wife, had a couple kids and became an artist.

“Elijah, come on handsome your not this slow.”

“What are you trying to get me to-oh....”

“Yeah. Oh.”

“It’a fine, if this is really happening it's going to work. Kol graduates in 5 months and then I'll be all yours anyway. This was the plan, if you are I cannot be happier.”

We smiled at eachother lovingly and snuggled up under the blankets before falling into a deep sleep.

A/N: Himeros is a Greek God that represents “uncontrollable desire” and unrequited love. Eros is a Greek God that represents “erotic love” and sensual/passionate physical affection-a desire for another person’s body.

MASTERLIST

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 23

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TW/Summary: brucetony x reader PRON. You have finally reached the point where there is real ✨spice✨. Also, m/m kissing. There will be mild m/m action from now on in the fic. I cannot stay away from the gay and I refuse to apologize. Brucetony nation how we feelin'?

I padded quietly behind the glass divider, stripping off my lab coat and protective glasses to deposit them on the nearest flat surface. My joints popped as I stretched.

Bruce and I spent a lot of time in the lab together lately as Tony and Pete worked together on the kid's Spider Suit, something that was a tad above my level of understanding. I was much better with chemicals and cell division than I was with thermonuclear physics, me and Pete were two sides of the same coin. It was only recently that I had noticed exactly how much our respective science fields of choice complemented each other and it was a blessing that Tony and Bruce made us a little corner in their respective labs, a few square feet where I and Pete could literally do anything we wanted to.

A year ago, I would have said that science is a hobby of mine and not something I wanted to do full time. I was fully prepared to commit to medical or law school, to grow into a prestigious career that would multiply my wealth and acquire me friends in high places. My parents certainly expected me to continue cultivating the image of our family empire.

I wasn't so sure anymore. Tony and Bruce were so fucking happy in their little worlds, getting lost in their labs for days on end, creating, reinventing the world every single day. There weren't any words meaningful enough to describe how it made me feel, seeing my two men just vibing in their element. It seemed glaringly stupid the most famous thing they were for was the superhero side-gig they had, they were so much more than cannon fodder planet Earth considered them to be.

At some point during the night, Tony called for Bruce to assist him with a new feature on his suit, a kind of a very condensed, targeted explosive. These days Tony didn't hold back from discussing Stark trade secrets around me anymore, so I sent Bruce on his merry way and finished his tasks for him, carefully replicating his style of taking notes and observing the reactions. As usual, Friday ran most of the calculations so my brain wasn't muddled too much by annoying math. Out of four of us, Peter was the only crazy person to actually like doing the math - the spider bite must've screwed with his brains, I guess.

I would've been content to just hang back and observe the men thinking, but Bruce took notice of me hovering by the exit. The scientist froze and just looked back at me for a minute, eyes round and soft. I missed the exact moment my mouth curved into a warm smile and the time Bruce's goofy grin made an appearance.

"You done, Princess?" He asked, gesturing to his lab.

I nodded, padding over to him, easily settling into the warmth of his open arms. Tony smiled at me briefly, distracted by the equations on the holo-screens, reaching over to peck me on the cheek, not minding Bruce at all. Strangely enough, both men fit around me so easily, so naturally, I wondered if they'd planned this... Relationship. What were the chances of such a perfect fit for three people? Meanwhile, Bruce's other arm wrapped around Tony's shoulders and the engineer willingly fell into the embrace beside me.

"Keep it PG," Peter mumbled, eyeing the same equations with an annoyed stupor. Tony hummed, poking at the screen a bit.

"It's 2:30 AM, guys," I said, casting a glance at Pete who stubbornly rubbed his eyes but continued thinking so damn loudly. I could practically hear the sound of his brain overheating. "Spiders need sleep too," I reached over to poke Pete's arm.

"Shit, kid," Tony switched to concerned dad mode almost instantly, rubbing his face. "Go to bed. We'll finish tomorrow."

"I almost have it figured out," Peter refused to budge, frowning.

"I am one text away from Spidermom at all times," I threatened him, giggling, referring to Natasha's murder glare all of them were going to be subjected to should she find out Pete skipped on sleep in favor of science. Nat had some strong opinions regarding a healthy lifestyle for one Peter Parker.

"Spidermom," Pete scoffed but stood up nonetheless, blearily blinking his shiny eyes in the fluorescent lights of Tony's lab. "That makes you either my Spider-aunt or Spider-sibling," He sleepily made his way to hug me, embracing all three of us in the process. Peter's coordination was far from stellar when he was tired.

"I'm not one of the Spider Gang. I'm the..." I trailed off, unsure. Where exactly did I fit in? "I'm the human embodiment of Florida, a freeloader hippy aunt that shows up randomly with pot brownies. That, yes," My own brain was tired and not making much sense either.

Tony snorted. "Hot hippy aunt," His hand made way to my butt, giving it a discreet grope.

"It's not easy being the family disappointment but yet, here I am," I quoted a meme, high-fiving Peter on his way out. "So, Irondad confirmed," I raised an eyebrow at Tony who rolled his eyes, pulling me against his chest once the door behind Pete closed.

Bruce sighed, removing his glasses and letting them dangle freely around his neck, pushing them up against my back as he hugged me from behind, securely pressing me in between him and Tony. My body began to respond, a warm sensation spreading through my limbs and culminating at the side of my neck where Bruce pressed feather-light kisses along my jugular and up towards my ear.

Tony's lips captured my own, dry and chapped, moving lazily as if all three of us had all the time in the world. His calloused hand stroked my face, occasionally dipping to rake through Bruce's curls. The scientist himself was stroking my skin, hands slowly but surely making their way under the hem of Stephen's hoodie, tracing my hipbones. I couldn't resist doing the same to Tony, palming his back and sneaking a handful of his ass, making him chuckle into the kiss.

"Mind the goods," The engineer teased, parting briefly to chuck off his shirt carelessly. His jeans, belt-less, hung low on his hips, the prominent V looking as delicious as the most gourmet chocolate cake. My eyes followed the happy trail on their own accord, hands reaching out to pull him back towards me. Tony happily obliged, watching Bruce unzip my hoodie with sparkling eyes.

"I can't help myself. Why man have round butt if not for squish?" I squinted at him playfully, shrugging off the sleeves and relishing in the feeling of Bruce, shirtless and warm, resting his head on my shoulder.

"I have to agree," The scientist chuckled thoughtfully, both of us smirking at Tony who smoldered in response, all but bursting with smugness. "Bed?" Bruce inquired.

"Lab sex," Tony replied gleefully, steering us towards the bigger, sturdier tables in the back. Because, at the end of the day, Tony was Tony.

Bruce looked at me questioningly. I shrugged. "Lab sex," Before turning over and kissing him, faster and harder than last time. It was familiar and easy, the flow we had was amazing and it never once crossed my mind to be ashamed or apprehensive in the presence of my two men.

The chemistry between us three was intoxicating: they kept throwing small, appreciative glances at each other. Tony's eyes lingered on Bruce's strong arms, the scientist eyeing the engineer's chest and lips in turn.

My bra and panties were disposed of quickly, flying over our heads together with Tony's jeans; I palmed the visible erection while gasping into his mouth, licking my way into it lustfully. Bruce groaned behind me, my feverish kisses still fresh on his own lips, grinding into my ass with controlled movements. I couldn't resist moving with him, arching my back into his touch. The fingers along my spine left shockwaves in their wake.

Following the directions of my arms, Tony hopped onto the table, invitingly spreading his legs. My mouth watered - his thighs were absolutely fucking massive and kept me up at night more times than I'd cared to count. I wanted to bury my face in them, so bad.

"How do you wanna do this?" Bruce asked from behind me, having made quick work of the remainder of his clothes.

The warmth of his cock rubbed against my thighs. "God gave me three holes for a reason," I sassed, swallowing a moan. My next attempt at the very same thing wasn't as successful: Tony gasped at my words, something quiet and lewd, taking hold of my hair like he knew I loved, and steered my face in the direction of his cock. I mouthed at the wet spot on his boxers obediently, pushing my ass back towards the already naked scientist. Bruce was anything if not practical in disposing of his clothes.

He was not in a rush. Damn him, damn his self-control and damn both these sexy-ass, big-brained dorks. They wound me up so well with just a few gentle touches and words, doing nothing but mirroring each other's smug smirks over the top of my head. In a rush to enact some revenge, because I was a spiteful little shit, my fingers hastily peeled off Tony's boxers and went straight for the thing I knew made his eyes roll into the back of his skull.

"Fuck," As I predicted, Tony's eyes fluttered shut as he cursed and I made my way down his length, taking as much as I could of it in my mouth without warm-up. Tony's cock was absolutely delicious, thick and flushed.

Bruce hummed, running his fingers down the cleft of my ass and feeling at the dampness collected at my core, hot and sticky arousal that had me rubbing back onto his digits, needy. Two of his fingers slipped in with ease as he worked me open for his thick cock - Bruce knew how to take care of me, he felt the little spasms of my cunt as it greedily accepted the intrusion. "So good, baby girl," He cooed. I could feel the burn of his stare on my head as I bobbed it up and down on Tony's cock at a moderate pace.

There was no rush. Just three people enjoying themselves. Tony leaned back, on one hand, using the other to keep my hair out of my face, arc reactor illuminating the trio of us, giving his pleasure-filled face an ethereal tint. It became that much more surreal when his eyes met Bruce's: the sparkles only grew in quantity.

My moan, as Bruce slid inside of me with one smooth thrust, made Tony's thighs tense up and quiver. I was loud, always so, so the more Bruce rutted into me, the more desperate and breathy Tony became, feeling the vibrations around his cock, his hips meeting my mouth half-way. As soon as clever fingers touched my clit, I was done for, spasming around both men.

"Fuck, that's so good," Tony slurred, tightening his hold on me to the point of his knuckles turning white.

Bruce quickened, ever so responsive little groans leaving his mouth. "Hear that, Princess? Tony loves it," He purred encouragingly, making me grip Tony's thighs in desperation. The rumbly tone of Bruce's voice, coarse and rushed, was making me feel hotter than before; Tony groaned too, evidently having had the very same conclusion. Both men resonated each other's lust like an echo chamber, back and forth, until a cacophony of lewd grunts and moans was all that made sense. I was stuck in the middle of our combined longing, full and full.

My brain retreated, uncharacteristically quiet, leaving just the bare naked need to feel. So I did, I basked in the shared waves of bliss that didn't seem to end. I felt Tony fall first: the sound made it's way out of his chest, long and low, as he spilled in my mouth, twitching and pulsating, ropes of him coating me from the inside out. I swallowed the salty fluid, immediately placing my cheek atop his thigh to steady myself.

Bruce pounded on me something good, sharp, steady thrusts that made my breasts bounce and my inhales halt intermittently, out of rhythm. My exhaled air burned, the fire of my need all but scorching the soft flesh of Tony's leg.

With every stroke, I could feel another peak approach closer and closer. Tony's hand on my hair tightened, and so must've I - because an unholy growl left Bruce's mouth the very same moment.

"Huh," Tony's smug smirk was heard and not seen. "Princess, be good," He pulled my hair back, lifting my face to meet his eyes.

Words weren't forming for me, at all, so I blankly stared at the man who was positively leering down at me, mouth set in a mocking tilt. I hoped my eyes conveyed the utter devotion I felt towards the two men currently enjoying themselves to the fullest.

Behind me, Bruce growled again. "Don't think she knows how to, Tony," Startling me with the authoritative tone of his voice. I'm sure the man noticed the hot wave that his voice raised within me.

"Brat," Tony mocked, briefly sharing a look with Bruce. The engineer leaned in and carefully wrapped a hand around my throat, an array of stuttered gasps making their way onto his forearm - I saw the way the fine dark hairs stood up. He loved it, he loved my submission and my obedience, and most of all, he loved my unwillingness to go down without a fight.

Bruce crowded in on me, pushing me into a position that bordered on uncomfortable, adding tension to my body, tension that made me oversensitive and needy; hot and cold at the same time, on the brink of release but unable to reach it. Tony was still gripping my throat, firm pressure, as firm as the look he held me down with.

I saw the twitch of his mouth as he moved in to kiss me... And missed, much to my confusion - it lasted for a split second until I realized Tony didn't miss anything, ever. The two moans were a little too soft, a little too symphonic. As soon as my brain caught up with the fact Tony had just kissed Bruce, I was shivering, coming so violently, Tony had to strengthen the hold on me.

Bruce's fingertips dug into my stomach, my hips, his cock nestled so deeply inside of me, I felt every vein as my inner muscles milked him for all he's worth.

"Fuck," He groaned lowly and then he was coming too, one hand splayed across my stomach and the other grasping at Tony's shoulder. The engineer was holding both of us upright from the sheer force of our orgasms. I wasn't the only one who's legs shook.

We panted out our exhaustion, Tony's chuckle breaking the huff-huff-huff interlude. "Great to know that Jolly Green isn't a party crasher," The engineer wrapped his arms around me and Bruce.

"Tony," The scientist groaned.

"You'll be saying that more from now on," Tony saw the opportunity and he took it.

"I'm always down to tag-team Bruce," I couldn't resist adding.

He snorted. "Princess, you literally can't stand right now."

"Give me five minutes, a glass of water and a flat surface," I challenged him, knowing damn well that there would be round two and possibly three if judging only by the fact Tony's hands have had already ventured down to my breasts, palming them idly. "Tony, Bruce has, possibly, one of the most amazing cocks I've ever seen. Not being face to face with it, quite possibly, might be a crime."

Both of my men started laughing, one mortified and the other genuinely amused and I could not have been happier.

"And you've seen how many?" Bruce snarked, leading us to the elevator to go up to Tony's penthouse. The scientist's possessive streak was no joke and I fully expected to be held down and owned and bred in little less than an hour, nothing else in my head but the chase for my and their release.

It was my turn to laugh, equal parts amused and mortified. "Enough."

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What to do with 50,000 Thoughts Per Day - Hesychios on Watchfulness and Holiness:

As noted in my previous post, I have begun rereading the works of the Philokalia, starting with those suggested by the starets who directed the Russian Pilgrim in “The Way of Pilgrim” and more recently by Kallistos Ware. I have decided to start with Hesychios’ writing on “Watchfulness and Holiness” simply because it captures most directly the recent themes from the Philokalia that I have be considering. St. Nikodimos praises him for his teaching on watchfulness, inner attentiveness and guarding the heart. The translators of the Philokalia note that while initially it was thought that the author was Hesychios of Jerusalem who lived in the first half of the fifth century, it is now generally believed that he was Hesychios of Sinai who probably lived in the eighth or ninth century.

Hesychios emphasizes the pure, comprehensive, and ennobling character of this virtue, while also seeking to teach his readers how to acquire and perfect it. Watchfulness, as Heschyios defines it is “a spiritual method which, if sedulously practiced over a long period of time, completely frees us with God’s help from impassioned thoughts, impassioned words and evil actions. It leads, in so far as this is possible, to a sure knowledge of the inapprehensible God, and helps us to penetrate the divine and hidden mysteries. It enables us to fulfill every divine commandment in the Old and New Testaments and bestows upon us every blessing of the age to come. It is, in the true sense, purity of heart, a state blessed by Christ when He says: ‘Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God’ . . .” It . . . “is a way embracing every virtue, every commandment. It is the heart’s stillness. . . unbroken by any thought. In this stillness the heart breathes and invokes, endlessly and without ceasing, only Jesus Christ who is the Son of God and Himself God.”

This inner struggle, while hidden from others, is constant and includes “halting every thought at the entrance of the heart.” As St. Paul exhorts, we are to take every thought captive. We are to seek to put on the mind of Christ and have the mind of Christ but this comes only by grace and with great struggle to maintain such continuity in one’s attention. But the fruit of this conscientious practice is inner stability and this inner stability “produces a natural intensification of watchfulness; and this intensification gradually and in due measure gives contemplative insight into spiritual warfare.”

These are simply the rudimentary elements of watchfulness and Hesychios has much more to say about its practice, in particular the place and importance of the Jesus Prayer (“Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me a sinner”). However, what struck me the most in the initial pages of Hesychios‘ treatise was his comment that the blessed state and fruit of the practice of watchfulness, purity of heart, is rare. He, of course, was speaking of its rarity among monks, but one, I fear, could perhaps speak of its near non-existence today among Christians.

The importance of what Hesychios speaks of in these pages of the Philokalia not only escapes many in our generation but the whole idea of controlling one’s thoughts, of scrutinizing one’s ideas is often dismissed in gross caricature as neurotic - a form of repression or simply a manifestation of scrupulosity. There are such things of course, yet in our day indiscriminate freedom of thoughts and ideas, regardless of their content, meaning or their moral value, is the norm embraced personally and socially. The truth of the power of our thoughts and their formative influence often evades us. One Christian blogger, by all standards very thoughtful and virtuous, with humorous honesty captures this while describing the purpose of his blog as follows: “so that no thought of mine, no matter how stupid, should ever go unpublished again!” Likewise, when asked why he posted some particular thought online, one man responded with similar honesty and good humor: “Just a random neuron firing.”

Yet, the author of the book of Proverbs tells us, “As a man thinks in his heart, so he is,” and our Lord similarly reminds us, “Out of the heart the mouth speaks” and warns us, “But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart.” Thoughts, ideas, images (however they might come to mind) are not to be made light of or believed to be inconsequential. We must not fail to recognize where, in the spiritual life, the battle is fought. Anthony Coniaris in his book “Confronting and Controlling Thoughts” stated that “research at the University of Minnesota has revealed that the average human being has about 4000 distinct thoughts in a sixteen hour day.” More recent studies may modify this number (I have seen estimates from anywhere between 12,000 and 50,000) but “this means that over a life span of seventy years a person has a total of about one hundred million thoughts” (36). We are thinking beings, but the Fathers remind us that perhaps the majority of these thoughts (often habitual) are negative due to our fallen state and that the mind is a battlefield. “All battles are lost or won first in the internal dialogue of the mind. As John Milton wrote: “The mind is its own place and in itself can make a heaven of hell, and hell out of heaven.”

There is a great deal more to be said about this, for what is being discussed is not simply the power of positive thinking - a psychological method for successful living or for overcoming negative core thoughts and beliefs that lead to destructive behavior or to depression and anxiety. As we will see through the writings of Hesychios and others it is something that is only done with and through God and by His grace and involves an intense, concentrated and unremitting ascetic struggle to the end of one’s life. . . . Its goal is not self-mastery but the knowledge and apprehension of God that comes only through purity of heart.