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heibaicnseo · 1 year ago

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The fineness of Eiderdown Nature's Pinnacle Luxury

Nestled in the remote and pristine geographies of the Arctic and sub-Arctic regions, eiderdown daises as an exquisite and unique feather in the world of luxury coverlets. Collected from the nests of eider ducks, this rare and sought-after material offers a position of substance and comfort that goes beyond the ordinary. In this composition, we claw into the distinctive rates of eiderdown, exploring its origins, unequaled sequestration, and the scrupulous artificer that transforms it into the epitome of fineness.

Origins of Eiderdown

Eiderdown comes from the eider duck, a species that inhabits cold littoral regions of the Northern Hemisphere. Rather than being plucked, eiderdown is gathered from the nests where the ducks naturally exfoliate their down feathers during the parentage season. This unique sourcing system ensures a sustainable and atrocity-free product process, making Eiderdown an ultraexpensive goose down choice for those who prioritize ethical luxury.

Exceptional sequestration

What sets Eiderdown piecemeal is its exceptional sequestration parcels. Eider ducks have acclimated to harsh Arctic climates, and their down is designed to give unexampled warmth. The down clusters are large, and ethereal, and boast an inconceivable capability to trap air, creating a natural hedge against the cold wave. This results in a luxurious, pall- suchlike wimpiness that painlessly regulates body temperature for a cozy and comfortable experience.

Light as Air

Despite its outstanding sequestration, eiderdown is remarkably featherlight. The unique structure of the down clusters allows for a high garret without the heaviness generally associated with other accouterments. This characteristic makes Eiderdown an ideal choice for a coverlet, icing a luxurious and light sleep experience.

Handcrafted Excellence

The product of eiderdown products involves scrupulous artificer. professed crafters precisely hand-elect and clean the down, icing only the finest clusters are used. The coverlet particulars, similar to duvets and pillows, are also hand-sutured with perfection to maintain the garret and integrity of the down. This artisanal approach adds a touch of exclusivity to each piece, making Eiderdown products a symbol of the refined artificer.

Limited Vacuity and Prestige

Eiderdown's oddity contributes to its exclusivity and prestige. The limited vacuity of this luxurious material, coupled with the unique harvesting process, makes eiderdown products largely coveted. As a result, they frequently come as heritage pieces passed down through generations as a symbol of enduring quality and dateless fineness.

Eiderdown, sourced from the nests of eider Down pillow ducks in the Arctic, embodies a position of luxury that transcends conventional prospects. With its exceptional sequestration, light-as-air sense, and handcrafted excellence, eiderdown daises as a testament to the harmonious relationship between nature and artificer. As consumers decreasingly seek unique and responsibly sourced accouterments, eiderdown remains an extraordinary choice for those who appreciate the finer effects in life.

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dysphvric · 2 years ago

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Loft-Style - Industrial Bedroom

A large bedroom photo in the urban loft style has a light wood floor and green walls.

#goose down feather pillows #skylights #felt furniture #bunk beds #beanbag chairs #bunk house

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sanguineterrain · 1 year ago

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okay i've had this thought brewing for a while and i think you're the only writer who would do it justice!

reader meets jason again post-lazarus pit and he's amazed by how different reader is look-wise. reader was a teenager the last time they saw jason and now as an adult they've gotten a more "adult" body. reader is curvier, fleshier, no longer as lean as they were as a teen and is a bit self conscious about their body. but it drives jason wild to see his old crush all grown up into this mature body, hell he's changed a lot too. but yeah i feel like jason would be so body positive and full of praise 🩷

decided to combine this with a request i got for this prompt: 8) we share the bed because this is what we’ve done since we were kids, regardless of the adult implications now. i so agree with you anon, i think jason would be simultaneously body positive and absolutely FERAL for his old/current crush ;)

jason todd x gn!plus-sized!reader. reader used to work with the bats and is best friends with jayjay. reader is insecure and speaks poorly about their body. jason does NOT like that and desires you carnally! wahoo! suggestive content but no outright smut.

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You haven't been in Jason's room in five years.

Alfred's kept it pretty much the same. Same books on the shelves, same Gotham Knights sweatshirt Dick gave Jason for his birthday. The curtains are the same shade of maroon, and the left one has a tear from when you played with a batarang. Jason had covered for you and was grounded for a week.

You flip through a dog-eared copy of The Three Musketeers. A few of the pages have underlining in pencil. You trace them with your finger.

The door creaks open. You look up.

Jason freezes in the threshold. His wrist is bandaged and you can see stitches on his forehead. You frown.

"Hey." You set down the book and go to him, offering your shoulder for him to lean on. "You okay?"

Jason sighs, ignoring your shoulder. "Who called you?"

"What d'you mean? We're psychically linked, Jay-Jay. I sensed that there was trouble afoot in Gotham City."

"Uh-huh. That didn't work when you tried to convince the old man I needed a puppy because you psychically divined that it knew me in a previous life."

"You and that Terrier were soulmates and I'll hear nothing of the contrary."

You take Jason's arm, despite his protests that he can "make it two feet to the bed." He lays down, trying to hide how his arm twinges in pain. You slip in beside him.

Jason's a lot bigger than he was the last time you shared a bed. Well. You both are. You roll over so you're facing him, squished against his side. You pull your leg up, suddenly self-conscious about everything Jason might be able to see.

Jason is warm. He's warm and big and solid and good God, you've missed him.

Your best friend is also fucking gorgeous and you really want to kiss him, but, uh. Ignoring that. You're very practiced at ignoring the urge to kiss Jason.

"Thanks for comin'."

The light is still on, casting a soft orange glow across Jason's features. He glances at you, lashes casting shadows on his cheeks. You can count all the freckles on his nose, this close.

"I'll always come when you call, Jay," you say. "Well, when Dickie calls. Said you got a concussion."

He turns his head, sighing at the ceiling. "'S not a big deal. Mild concussion. Leslie said I'll be fine in a week, but we all know that's code for two days."

"Yeah, I don't think so. You bats really are birds of a feather."

"How dare you. 'M nothing like those wackos."

"Sure, buddy. Keep lying to yourself. You brought me in all those years ago for a little normalcy."

"My mistake," Jason says.

He gets thwacked with a pillow for that. It fluffs his curls. He grins at you.

You tuck in closer, resting your chin on his shoulder. Jason turns his head so his cheek rests on the top of your head.

"You can have the bed," he says.

"Don't be a silly goose."

"'M gonna go home anyway."

You scoff. "Not like this, you're not."

"Been worse for wear."

You roll your eyes. "How are you gonna ride your bike with a hurt wrist and a concussion, genius?"

"Please, babe. The real question is how will I sneak past Alfred?"

"I'm a babe, now?"

Jason half-smiles. "Always were."

"Liar. Can you imagine me in a Batsuit again? Exactly, you can't. I simply don't have the bod for it."

"Hey." Jason reaches down and gently pinches your thigh. "Why ya doin' that?"

"Doing what?"

"Talkin' bad about yourself. Don't do that. 'Sides, it ain't true."

"Jaybird." You level him with a look. "Be serious. I know you're my best friend and you have to say that, but c'mon. I've seen the hotties you work with. Hell, I've seen Bruce and Dickie."

Jason's face twists in disgust. "Do not call my dad and brother hot."

"Okay, fine. I've seen you."

His brows rise. "What?"

"What, what?"

"Are you... callin' me..."

You snort. "Duh. Have you seen yourself? You've always been cute, Jason. If you didn't have the demeanor of a honey badger, you'd be fending off marriage proposals left and right from the Gotham public. You've always been the prettier one of us, Jay-Jay."

Jason's quiet. You keep going.

"Anyway, neon's never been my color, and it seems like that's a pretty immovable requirement these days. Like, I get Clark's trying to be seen from space but he doesn't get bloated. And the Spandex? Goodness gracious—"

"Y'really see yourself like that?"

Jason's staring at you with a wrinkled brow, mouth set.

"Like what?"

"Like you're not pretty? Like I'm too good for ya?"

You prop your head up on your arm. "You've always been too good for me, Jason Todd."

"That's just not true. And you're fuckin' beautiful, so stop sayin' that shit."

You blink. "Jay, c'mon—"

"No. It's true, so stop. You're the most beautiful person I've ever had the pleasure to know, and if anybody's gettin' proposed to, it's you."

"Jason." Your face is on fire. Why did you open your mouth? "Stop. It's fine. So I'm different; my body's changed and shit. I'm not an athletic vigilante anymore. My thighs have, like, their own zip code. It's my own fault. I didn't keep up the training and whaa—!"

In one fluid motion, Jason's rolled you onto him. Your legs straddle his waist. You catch yourself on his shoulders, then begin to scramble off, burning with embarrassment.

"Sorry, I'm heavy, you're injured—" you babble, picking up your leg.

"Will you quit?" Jason keeps your leg exactly where it is, tenderly stroking your ankle with his thumb. "Actin' like I'm made of whipped cream."

"You're concussed."

"Mildly."

"Stop, Jason. Please. You don't have to do this to-to prove a point. I get it, I won't talk bad about myself."

Bit hypocritical, considering some of the stuff you know for a fact Jason believes about himself.

But this is humiliating, your extremely attractive, crime-fighting best friend pretending that you haven't totally let yourself go all to bolster your ego.

"Nah, I don't think you get it," Jason says conversationally. His hand creeps under your shirt. You squirm. "I really, really don't think you get how fuckin' gone I am for ya."

"Huh?"

"Oh, yeah. Now, that's my fault, never sayin' anything. I was being cowardly. So lemme make it clear for ya, sweetheart."

His hand leaves your ankle and pulls your face to his. And then Jason kisses you.

"You're concussed," you whimper against his mouth. "Jason, you're—"

Jason laughs, low and sweet. He strokes the side of your face. "I could have amnesia and I wouldn't forget the fact that I've been in love with my best friend since I was fourteen."

"Are you sure you don't want me to move? I can—"

"No way. Y'know how long I've wanted you on me? Shit, I sound like a creep, thinking 'bout you like that, but—"

Jason rolls you both onto your sides. He hefts your leg over his, so you're slotted between each other. Then he kisses your neck, mouth hot and desperate. You gasp, belly swooping.

How long have you wanted this? How long did you believe you'd never feel this way about another person after Jason?

"I can promise you," Jason says, breathing hard against your skin. "You're a knockout. You knock me out. And I'll knock out anyone who says otherwise."

You huff and get a little braver, kissing Jason and returning him onto his back. He grins, sharp and hungry. He wants you. There's no doubt.

"I still think you're concussed," you murmur, letting him feel up your shirt. "But lucky for you, I have the utmost sympathy for poor, bedridden bats."

Jason hums, grunting when your teeth scrape his ear. "Oh, I've always known I was the lucky one, having you."

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asce-of-hearts · 3 months ago

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Can I request a Yandere Bakusquad punishing the darling since they attempt on escaping, which they fail but they're so close on escaping?

Gender Neutral please, and if possible can it be NSFW? Idk, up to you.

thanks!!

Proactive

Contents: Some non-con drabbles w yandere!bakusquad (separate)

more Bakusquad content here

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A/N: Just plain non-con bc I'm kinda tired of writing darling escape scenarios for this people, noncon still counts as punishment anyways enjoy

WARNINGS: YANDERE, NON-CON, MY GENERALLY BRUTAL DEPICTION OF SEX, DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE, EVIL FUCKED UP SEX AS USUAL, MANHANDLING, LITTLE TO NO PREP, DEGRADATION, DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE, OVERSTIMULATION, IMPROPER USE OF ELECTRICITY, PIERCINGS (YOU'LL KNOW ONCE YOU READ IT TRUST ME), STOMACH PUNCHING, OVERSTIMULATION, BONDAGE, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE IF YOU SQUINT, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

Bakugo Katsuki

"There's just no way of reasoning with you," He spits out, dragging you by the hair towards the bed, not caring if the irregularities on the floor bruise your already battered skin. "You're too fucking stupid to understand me when I scold you? Fine, I'll just have to use other methods."

He roughly throws you over the bed, with force that no man should possess. You bounce off the mattress almost comically, he takes off his shirt in one motion, erratic. Tears at your clothes and spits at your hole, not even bothering to prep you. Flipping you over, face down and ass up, he presses your face against the pillows, as if trying to suffocate you with the sheer strength he's using to keep you pinned down under him.

The tip of his cock, red and angry, parts your walls with little consideration for the sting the stretch brings, the muscle trying it's hardest to both accommodate and eject the foreign object. Your screams muffled under the weight of the expensive, goose feather filled pillows. He grunts, bottoming inside you, his balls slapping against the place where his pelvis meets your ass. He spanks you, bringing you back to your senses for a second.

"Loosen up, bitch. You're not letting me move." He growls, his fingers digging into your scalp as he brings your head up, allowing you to breathe. You let out a pathetic wail, crying as he starts to pump his hips, the sounds of wet skin against wet skin driving you mad. He's ruthless, uncaring of your state, of your cries as he presses your head against the pillows again, the darkness and the way if muffles the sounds almost comforting if you try and dissociate enough. When he's done, cum is oozing out of your abused hole, a thin thread of blood mixing into it. You're spent, your breathing irregular as he looks at you with cold eyes.

"Maybe more proactive methods it's what you needed."

Denki Kaminari

"You're taking it like a champ, who would've thought?" He sounds almost amused as he presses the tip of his finger against your most sensitive zones. Your body is already twitching sporadically, little spasms as the electricity tries to completely leave your body. He could grin, if he wasn't so fucking angry.

The electrical pulses are enough to hurt but not to actually fry the nerves in the area, enhanced by the little metal decorations he has scattered around your body. A strange taste he developed once he actually got his dick pierced, wondering how you would look with something similar. Armed with a piercing gun he had decorated you over the years: nipples first, a corset piercing set, over the clavicles and the curve of your back, all those places he was stimulating with the help of his quirk and the way the metal conducted it better.

"Mmm, but maybe it's not enough for you to learn your lesson. You need to understand my point, to know that you belong to me." He smiles, and searches for the piercing gun inside his cabinet. The chair he has you bound to not letting you escape your imminent fate as your already spread legs shake in anticipation and fear.

He looks at your intimacy, licking his lips as he flicks it, another electric pulse sent through your body, making you throw your head back and moan around the gag in your mouth. In a split second, pain hits you, your muscles tensing as the needle pierces through a place it shouldn't. He rests his head over your naked thigh as he puts the jewelry in place, mocking. His fingers touch the cold metal, and his eyes turn to look at you as the tip of his finger remains over there, a low humming sound emanating from his body as he charges the shock once more.

"Ready?"

Eijiro Kirishima

"This isn't right," He whispers, your skin is reddened. Your arms are bound to the nearest surface able to keep them up, your torso naked and exposed. His hands, oh so gentle for a moment, trace the red skin of your abdomen, the soft plush feeling of your tummy. He's crying, unfortunate for him but much more for you, because he isn't stopping, his chivalrous tendencies are doing nothing to prevent your suffering. "But I feel like I have no other choice, you leave me with no other choice." Is he talking to you or himself? You don't know, and neither does he, words are just leaving his mouth.

"Will you forgive me?" This time he asks you outwardly, he presses against the skin, making you feel a little pain as he applies more pressure. You don't know what to answer, and you can't either way since he has gagged you. You only let out a sniffle, a shaky breath as tears pool at your eyes, making his lower lip tremble in a feeling akin to guilt. "Then I'm sorry."

His open hand turns into a fist, and he hides his face in the crook of your neck as he tentatively presses it against you, again. No harm, only a slight discomfort. You close your eyes, tired, only to open them wide once you feel the air leave your lungs. You can't scream, any sound refuses to leave your throat. His fist has landed directly between your rips, the plush skin there receiving all of its hateful, brutal impact. Just how hard did he punch? Enough to bruise? Enough to make you vomit after a while? You don't know, he presses a kiss to your jaw, and looks at you in the eye as he prepares to do it again.

"I'm so sorry."

Mina Ashido

Mina believes in practicality over all things. If something has a practical solution she will use it.

And that is precisely what she's doing with you. Arms tied together by a pretty pink rope, with in turn connects to another rope that spreads your legs apart, giving her unrestricted access to your most intimate places and making you unable to move.

Her hand, pretty and pink, is already exploring the depths of your insides. With quick, rapid thrusts of her fingers making you cum undone in seconds, when she gets bored or tired, she resorts to a vibrating toy that she turns on and makes you obscenely cum around it and over the bedsheets.

"How many more until you understand? I don't think having you cumming blanks is enough." She asks, her voice high pitched and feminine as she continues to move her fingers inside of you. "Ten more? No... maybe one for every time you've made me mad." She grins, and curls her fingers inside you, making your body tense and orgasm once more. She smirks, her tone cheerful as she speaks again.

"Well then, it's decided, fifty more!"

anyhow ignore that i forgot sero i just didn't know what to write for him teehee lol

hope you enjoyed this

have a great day/night

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yatori-morgana · 14 days ago

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Tweels with a goose fae s/o

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Random idea I had for no reason… Just for funsies, really. Short list of headcanons.

I specify fae because beastmen don't usually have an animal form.

Contents & Warnings: nothing beyond silly shenanigans and a single allusion to violence

»Jade Leech x gn!reader x Floyd Leech

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The obvious: swimming. You're not afraid to get wet, and that's a good thing with these two, especially considering how much they love pulling you into the water as a prank. You swim and play in the water a LOT. While you're in goose form, they like to flank you underwater and put on pretty light shows for you to admire. They might also try to pull you under, but you nip them and fly away. That's never as fun.

They're fascinated by the feathers on your humanoid body. Your hair gets wet, but your feathers don't — for obvious reasons. The natural oils. What interests them, especially Jade, is that your hair isn't given that same treatment. Plus, the little feathers scattered across your skin make you softer to the touch. And they're very pretty. Floyd is endlessly amused by your wet-dry body after getting splashed. Wet skin and hair, random dry patches from your feathers where the water just rolled right off.

Geese have tiny teeth! Both in their bills and on the sides of their tongue! That amuses and intrigues Jade while intriguing and disturbing Floyd. They like that you have tiny, razor-sharp teeth. You're like them! So you're not afraid of their teefies. <3

Floyd likes to give you sharp objects and set you loose on campus. Peace was never an option. Jade supports this. Floyd also likes giving you paper to shred. (Ever seen a goose shred paper with their bills? It's really cool. And lowkey funny.)

Floyd collects your feathers. He doesn't really care for shiny things and seemingly useless trinkets as much as other mer do, but he does like keeping little parts of you for when you're away. (His pillow is full of your feathers so he can keep you close.) He might even make something out of them and give it back to you as a gift.

Jade heard someone say "that's foul" one time and unlocked a new joke. You hate it. (If you don't get it: water fowl.)

Since you're a fae, you likely know a decent amount about nature. Jade tries to bring you on hikes with him, and for breaks, you'll swim in a nearby river together. He likes turning random things into competition while you're out together.

Floyd LOVES trying to surprise you into honking in your humanoid form. Jade snickers behind his hand when his brother succeeds. You might even find a video of the event on the latter's phone.

Summertime molting is Hell. They fumbled through learning how to help you since it's a frustrating and often painful process. They don't tease you as much when you're so irritable because they understand it hurts. :( Jade will make you relaxing teas and help loosen up some of your pin feathers. And yes, Floyd steals the molted feathers. If you tell him to stop, he doesn't.

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No one threatens to cook you up and eat you anymore. The twins made sure of that.

Half-baked at best. Just an idea I randomly had and needed to get down in some capacity. I hope it was at least amusing?

#twisted wonderland #twst #jade leech #twst jade #floyd leech #twst floyd #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jade leech x reader #twst jade x reader #floyd leech x reader #twst floyd x reader #tweels x reader #twst headcanons #yatori's writing

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lokisgoodgirl · 1 year ago

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Believe Me [Loki x Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Home from a mission in the dead of night, Loki requires absolution (w/c 1.4k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smutty. Avenger!Loki. Established relationship. Mild sub!loki, non-toxic jealously, 'authorised' mild infidelity (missions, innit).

You had dozed, slipping between the fleeting embrace of slumber. Snatches came and went, the cool of your pillow turning hot before you turned it again.

Fat feathers crisped as you lowered your head. The finest Asgardian goose. Loki insisted. With each wave of consciousness, you tried not to think of your lover destructively flirting his way through a honeytrap mission tonight. The poor mark didn’t stand a chance. You checked the clock. 03.23.

But something feels different.

Sitting up, you squinted beyond the darkness.

On the far side of the room, a wing-back chair rose in the gloom. The draped silk of your discarded robe still hung over the armrest, but it shimmered. It was moving. Black became grey as your eyes adjusted, seeing pale fingers weaving silk between them.

You saw him now.

Legs crossed, back straight and chin dipped as he watched you sleep while he bathed in shadow. Curls sat effortlessly back from his face, slices of cheekbone protruding from blackest night.

The shade of his suit was at one with the leather behind, but Loki’s bright eyes smouldered; embers of starlight and dying galaxies deep in the darkness. “I didn’t wish to wake you, love” he murmured, pulling the silk hem through his fingers a final time before letting it fall.

One long leg unfurled over the other, the click of his heel meeting the floor making you clench beneath the bed-covers. You were wet already. So wet. Like your body could sense his presence, if not yet your mind. She always could.

Like a dream, you cast the duvet back and rose; bare feet padding across the boards towards him. Cool air sent gooseflesh rippling up your thighs, your arms; the curves of your body protected only by a flimsy camisole. Only a few more steps. The leather of the chair squeaked as his thighs spread against the sides. “Loki,” you breathed, cupping his face.

No sooner had the name left your lips than a row of candles flickered to life, illuminating him from behind. They floated in the air, rivulets of wax already spilling soft rolls down the sides. “Hel-lo,” he purred teasingly. One eyebrow cocked. And the threat of a smirk pressing against his cheeks.

For the first time, you noticed his unusual attire. A three piece suit, with its crowning glory the drip of starched ruffles cascading down his chest to the high waist of his trousers. He shifted in the chair, the pad of a fingertip brushing a close-lipped smile.

“Steve really went Ken-doll on you tonight, huh?” you teased, mirth ebbing to renewed desire as he drew the fingers to the bow-tie fastened at his neck.

He shrugged, tugging it slowly, letting the silk unfurl. It hung perfectly around his collar. You wondered if he would tie you up with it. You hoped he would.

In a flash, two large hands cupped your ass, pulling you down to his lap. With a gasp you managed to straddle him, slotting your knees on either side of his thick trunk. You kissed him deeply, savouring the softness of his tongue as it welled and licked and loved you. The ceremony was about to begin. His fingers spread against your cheeks, pulling and massaging as he groaned into your throat.

He tasted like jealousy. Traces of expensive perfume lingering on his skin and the faint hang of some rich whisky doing its best to conceal it. A thrill flooded through you, imagining the mark's desire roaring through her blood as she felt his muscle ripple beneath her touch. But Loki would never betray you, not beyond the emotionless tactics his position required.

Your thumb skated up his cheek, catching a patch of forgotten lipstick near his ear. Forgotten? No. You knew better than that. Whenever Loki came home from ensnaring a target with his wiles, he never missed the chance to make sure you knew who he belonged to. It was a mission. It was nothing. But ceremony must be upheld. His lips waxed and waned deeper, firing passion setting you alight. Every swallow was harsher and deeper than the last. Like he might lose you in the darkness. Loki grunted wetly as you scooted closer on his lap, chest flush to your colossus of a lover while his fingers wound in your hair. Your digits slid down his chest, feeling the ropes of muscle bound beneath starched folds. You broke apart just long enough to whisper the question he was waiting for. "You had to kiss this one?" You let the playful mist of a snarl hang on the air. Loki growled in response while you began working down his chin, along the long blade of his jawline. Letting the tip of your tongue run over the angle of his bone structure.

“Yes,” he rasped while you dropped lower, fastening to the slender muscle of his neck. You took a moment to appreciate his Adam’s apple work as he swallowed hard, ragged breaths ripping the air. His head fell back. “Only for a minute,” he panted to the ceiling. “It was perfunctory.”

Honestly from the god of lies, you’d found, was the greatest aphrodisiac of all.

“Where?” you asked, closing your eyes against his skin. “Against the wall,” he choked. His breaths were short. Loki’s fingernails grazed down the exposed skin between your shoulder-blades while you began to gently gyrate in circles. The god’s thick cock snaked down his thigh, ferociously hard against the tight fabric. At the mercy of your movements.

His brow creased as you slid back and forth, wetted lips parting with a needy gasp. “Did she want you?” you goaded, sliding the heel of your palm over one of his cheekbones. It raked through his hair. "Of course," he strummed, thighs beginning to tremble beneath your hips. Loki's hands ran in worship up the curve of your waist. "And did you want her?" you asked coyly. Loki pouted before a gentle tug of the camisole made your breasts spilled into his waiting hands. “Never,” he breathed; eyes flashing dangerously as he lifted them to meet yours. “Never.” You slid a hand down his torso, through the mass of white foliage ruffles which lapped against your palm in flickering candlelight. They were hard, and yet soft. Just like him. And stiff. That too, was a common attribute.

Slowly, you reached the button of his trousers. Loki thrust into the touch, biting his lip with a flinch. His brows knitted together.

One button popped beneath your fingers. Then two.

He leant forward, pushing your cleavage together and burying his face deep. The god’s nose slotted perfectly between the mounds of flesh he sought, drowning himself in the scent of you. The feel of you. His muffled moans of anticipation made you squirm on his lap, rubbing your bare pussy against his sprung manhood.

Pants and wet grunts of desire filled the air before Loki surfaced, kissing manically up the path to your lips. He consumed you again, his palm skating up the nape of your neck in a violent embrace. Waves of stiff ruffles grazed your nipples, sending electric shocks of pleasure to your dripping core. Had you ever needed him more than this? You were certain you had. But you couldn’t remember when.

Loki’s hands massaged your ass, pulling you deeper against his face. His shirt ruffles scratched your inner thighs, the tender caress making you mewl his name to the ceiling.

“Say you believe me,” he gasped in desperation.

It was a dark prayer. And a desperate one, at that. A ring of saliva was smeared across his lower face. The words chanted on repeat as your searching fingers lined him up between your slick thighs.

“Say you believe me,” he pleaded, slurring. His throat clung to the final syllable, rasping it through a torturous exhale.

The tip of his cock jarred against your slit, a sticky mess of pre-cum and arousal webbing with each slow buck. He was trembling with the effort of resistance.

He would not. Not until the ceremony of his forgiveness was complete.

You looked down at him, head resting against the back of the chair. Carefully coiffured hair now hung around his cheekbones, jutting at mussed angles. Half-lidded eyes observed you with reverence, submission. A pilgrim awaiting absolution. You smiled. Leaning in, you traced the taut vein popping in his neck. Felt every bob and tighten as he swallowed on your ascent. The little mewls from his pretty lips. And all the while, his hips rocked; cock licking and caressing your glistening sex.

The swirl of your tongue tasted bitter. Remnants of perfume from her wrists as she wound her arms around his neck, perhaps. But it would be gone soon. It always was. They always were. And you? You remained. You always did.

You reached the soft skin beneath his ear, humming a little before sucking his delicate lobe between your lips. “I believe you, baby” you whispered.

It was no more than a breath. The truth needs no more than a breath, you’d found. And with a broken sob of gratitude, Loki felt you sink deep onto his leaking cock.

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singto-prachaya · 27 days ago

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NOT HIM WRITING A PART 2🤣

“Hey… how can you sleep on this narrow sofa?”

“Actually, I can sleep anywhere. Just having one pillow is okay for me.”

“And… are you really going to have us sleep here?”

“If I don’t sleep on a down feather bed, or at least a goose feather one… I’ll definitely have nightmares tonight.”

“If there wasn’t a rainstorm that washed away the wooden bridge… young master would be sleeping on a down feather bed with a butler telling bedtime stories.”

“…How did you know that?”

“Huh? What did you say?”

“N-nothing… never mind.” (Looking flustered)

“Then I won’t disturb you. I’ll go sleep in the other room. If you don’t—” (Pao Tian is about to walk out)

“You!!”

“Yes?”

“It’s just that…”

“So… young master is afraid of ghosts?” (Grinning mischievously) 5555

“Crazy! Someone like me isn’t afraid of anything. Don’t be funny!”

“Then I’ll go now.” (About to close the door)

“Youuuuu!”

“Yesss?”

“…Before you go, can you light two candles for me?”

“You really are afraid of ghosts. Young master is… as cute as a child.”

“Cute my foot! Stop talking so much and just light them!”

“Heyyy! Come light them first! Where are you going!” (Hurriedly runs after him…)

#joong archen #dunk natachai #joongdunk

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duvetsdirect1 · 12 days ago

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stardustrebels · 3 months ago

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Pillow Talk- A Joel Miller x f!reader one shot

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader Rating: E/ 18+ MDNI WC: 1.6k

Tags: Joel Miller x f!reader, established relationship, unprotected PIV, D/s dynamics, soft Dom!Joel, pleasure dom!Joel, spanking (mentioned), Joel-typical pet names (darlin’, sugar, baby, sweet girl), Joel calls reader a good girl, reader refers to herself as a slut once, light choking/ hand around reader’s throat. Minimal descriptions of reader. She has hair that is long enough to tie back in to a ponytail/ grab. no use of Y/N.

A/N: Last week was crappy, and I wrote this to make myself feel better. Phew, this is just straight up porn without plot, and I’m not even sorry. I hope you enjoy!

The cool fabric of the pillow did nothing to soothe your burning cheeks when your face pressed against it, goose feather stuffing catching your breathless moans, swallowing them in to silence beneath the thick weight of want in the air.

You were exactly where you wanted to be, where you’d spent all week dreaming about- pinned in place face down by Joel as he set an unyielding rhythm, thrusting into you from behind with the fervour you’d begged for minutes before, when you’d still been on all fours, ass stinging from where his hand collided with it. Tears streaked down your heated face, repeating filthy affirmations back to him before each sharp slap.

I’m your sweet girl. I promise I’ll be good. I belong to you. I was made for you to fuck me. I love it when you fuck me so dumb I can’t think. I’ll take everything you give me. I love being your dirty little slut. Please fuck me.

You’d keened under softer touches, calloused fingertips dragging over raised welts as he soothed your prickling skin with kisses and the ghosted breath of whispered praise. His fingers moved to brush between your legs, sliding through the slick that had gathered there, pushing two curled fingers in to you before spreading the evidence of the two orgasms he’d already pulled from you with his tongue and his fingers across your folds. You’d tried to rock back against his hand, moaning through the remaining shudders of your sobs, but he removed them with a chuckle the moment you did, tutting when you cried out at their absence, quivering breaths giving way to frantic pleas.

“Don’t worry, needy girl, you’ll get another.”

You weren’t sure when your arms had given out, but it only seemed to have spurred Joel on, content to fuck you down in to the mattress and revel in the noises he pulled from you as he did.

The edge of your hearing caught his ragged breaths and mumbles of praise, even as your thoughts started to quiet and your limbs began to feel weightless. You gave your whole self to him and he took it all. Your trust in him never faltered, he always knew exactly what you needed. He always took such good care of you.

“That’s it, baby. Such a good fuckin’ girl f’me,” he rasped, punctuating the words with hard thrusts, each one knocking the breath from your lungs and the thoughts further from your brain.

His fingers fisted in your hair, tugging your face away from the pillow, your moans spilling out on to the mattress now that they were no longer muffled.

“There we go, sweet girl. Tell me- Tell me how much y’need this.”

Your breath caught, turning your words even more desperate. “I need it- please Joel, I need-”

He deepened his thrusts, pulling you impossibly closer each time with a tug of your ponytail wrapped around his fist. His other hand gripped your hip like a vice, making sure that you knew there was nowhere for you to go other than exactly where he wanted you.

The air burned as it hit your lungs, sucked up through jagged gasps. Everything blurred. Joel was the only thing you could focus on. Your hands numbly searched for something to hold on to, but you’d lost the ability to grip anything.

You whined as the last vestiges of your thoughts slipped away from you, replaced by a heat licking from deep within your core, smouldering embers that had burst in to flame. It spread like wildfire, consuming every other sensation. Your thighs trembled as you clenched around Joel’s length, drawing a growl of satisfaction from him.

“Fuck, baby. Look at you- takin’ everything I give you. Made for me. All mine, ain’t you?”

When you didn’t answer, the hand clenched in your hair moved to curl around your throat, pulling you up so hard that your back slammed against his chest. He didn’t lose his pace, thrusting up in to you as hard as he had been before without pause.

“Ain’t you?” Joel snarled against your ear, tightening his grip just under your jaw. You let out a strangled cry and a garbled noise of agreement, the molten heat in your belly expanding, sparking and bubbling up through your chest.

“Answer me. C’mon. Use your words.”

Your thighs quivered as the tension from your core trickled down in to your muscles, making them twitch as they burned white hot along with the rest of you. Your throat was hoarse, and you barked out a reply, throat tight under his fingers.

“Yes- fuck! Yes, Joel. I’m yours. I’m yours, I’m-”

The words trailed back in to gasped moans and feeble pleas and your hands clawed at his forearm for purchase, gasping against the effort to keep yourself upright. As if he could read your mind, his other arm moved to squeeze around your middle, holding you tighter against him.

“I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you,” Joel gritted out, his breath cooler than your burning skin. He groaned in to the hair at the nape of your neck and the sound urged you ever closer to the edge of your release. Your walls fluttered, tightening around him in a desperate pull. He cried out, thrusting harder against the sensation; chasing your pleasure like he could use it to sate his own desire.

“That’s it- fuck- so fuckin’ perfect. Come f’me. Let me feel it.”

Every muscle in your body locked, seizing all at once- tight and aching. You were silent for a moment before the wave of pleasure receded all the way out, only to slam back in to you. You were powerless to do anything but let it crash over you, molten tendrils of rapture carried on the crest of the wave as your body convulsed helplessly under Joel’s clutches.

He didn’t slow his pace, he kept thrusting up in to you, his low groans vibrating the sensitive skin behind your ear, adding to the rolling shockwaves of your orgasm. Your moans broke to sobs before you could stop them, emotions spilling out of you as you broke apart completely in Joel’s hands. He held you together as you jolted with aftershocks, pressing himself flush against you as his thrusts turned erratic.

His grip tightened, almost bruising as he slammed in to you one last time, spilling inside you with a deep growl. He buried his face against your neck, as his groans morphed in to light whimpers as he rode through his release, clinging to you like you’d keep him afloat against the wave of it. The hand at your throat slid up to cup your face, whether to hold you close or save your head from lolling forward in the absence of a support, you weren’t sure, but you were grateful for it.

You tried, and failed, to match his breaths as they steadied, his hips slowing to a stop. Your tears pooled against his thumb and he swiped them away, the calloused pad of his fingertip leaving a blazing sting across your burning cheek. You stayed like that a moment, both content not to move or break apart. The world was hazy and you were unable to make out the words Joel was murmuring against your skin. His tone was warm with satisfaction though, and the feeling of his voice rumbling in his chest against your back gave you something else to focus on as you floated back down to earth.

He slid out of you and lowered you down on to the sheets. The fabric was cool and you hissed at the contrast in temperature in the seconds before it felt nice against you. There was a rush of air against your skin as Joel peeled himself from you. You winced at the loss of his weight against you, feeling less grounded without it. Before you could voice any disquiet, his touch returned, rolling you gently on to your back, low murmured praise tumbling through the air to soothe you, low and soft, wrapping around you as warm as any blanket.

The press of a warm cloth between your legs was so gentle you barely registered it as he cleaned you up, the fingers of his other hand tracing lines against your upper arm. Your sobs faded to hiccuped breaths, and you focused on the slow rhythm of Joel’s strokes against your skin, following the pattern like he’d taught you to do.

“Y’did so well, baby. Atta girl, you breathe f’me. That’s it.”

Joel settled back on to the mattress beside you, hooking an arm around your waist to roll you against to him. Your cheek came to rest on his chest and he shivered slightly as your breath chilled the beads of sweat still scattered across his skin. He peppered kisses against your temple, punctuation to murmured adoration against your hairline.

You’re so perfect, baby. So damn beautiful. Can’t ever get enough of you, never will. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. You’re the best thing in my life, sweetheart. I could stay here forever. I love you so much.

His words were a balm, sinking under your skin to ease your muscles and replace any residual bewilderment with a glowing, contented sense of safety.

Joel’s ability to take you apart with ministrations of pleasure, to take the parts of your anxiety-riddled brain and still them- even just for a little while- was nothing short of a gift. An extra perk of the love you shared for one another, a vow unspoken at the altar, but honoured often.

You hummed happily in to his chest as you drifted off, exhaustion winning over to pull you under, safe in the knowledge that no matter how broken you were, Joel would always be there to piece you back together.

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nightlyrequiem · 5 months ago

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Hi I was the one who requested Valeria and the reader being split, though I don't exactly remember what I wrote in the request, I think it was about how despite not being with Valeria anymore they still got an allowance and got to keep the mansion Valeria bought for them when they were together as well as constantly having protection. That's all I can remember

Yes, sorry for losing the first one... oh to be Valeria's spoiled ex wife... what a life that would be. If she were real she probably wouldn't be the type to do this but a girl can dream

Tags/Warnings: WLW, Ex-Lovers, Fluff (sort of?)

Spoils of Love

Hot water gently splashes as you shift into a different position. Warm candlelight twinkles off the shiny porcelain of your contemporary bathtub. A few bubbles making it over the side and soaking into the little bath rug placed by the edge. Your laptop is perched precariously on the edge. Your favourite show playing. You reach over and grab a piece of pineapple and plop it in your mouth. Savoring the flavour.

You have the curtains parted. Giving you a beautiful view of the city lights through your floor to ceiling windows miles away from your home. On the shelves of your luxurious bathroom are fresh towels and decorative glass ducks. A harsh knock disrupts your peace, and you frown. Pausing your show.

"What?" You call out, annoyed.

"Sorry. You've been in there for a while, I'm just making sure you're alive." A male voice calls out. "Valeria would have my head if something happened to you."

"I'm alive." You say dryly. Unpausing your show.

You were a little surprised when Valeria insisted that she still take care of you despite the both of you no longer being a couple. You suspect that she's hoping you'll change your mind. Well, living in a small villa and never needing to work is definitely the route to take. However, she also insists you have guards. If having strange men in your home is the price of getting to sit in a luxuriously hot bubble bath eating fruit, then so be it.

You did love Valeria. But being with her was... hard. Controlling, selfish, borderline emotionally unavailable. It's only when you started pulling away did she try to pull you back in. She was, unfortunately, too late. You slide deeper into the bath. The hot water envelopes your bare body in a soothing embrace.

After the bath you drain the tub and get out. Lathering your skin in nice smelling lotion. taking the time to massage it into your skin because you really do have all the time in the world. You redress in a feathered robe and walk out into the hall. The floors are freshly cleaned by the cleaner Valeria pays for. The wood feels cool on your feet so you stick to the decorative carpets. You open the large door to your room and shut it behind you. breathing in the fresh air from the open window.

The warm lamps illuminate the space with a cozy glow. Shining off of the gold trim of your furniture. You set your laptop down and lay down in bed. Resting your head on the soft downy goose feather pillows. You start to fall asleep when the shrill ringing of your phone disturbs you. You groan with annoyance and check to see who's calling.

It's Valeria. She rarely calls.

"Hello?" You sigh, answering the call.

"How was your bath?" She asks.

You frown. "How did you know I was taking a bath?"

"Your guards told me."

You scowl. So much for privacy. "I don't want them around." You tell her.

Valeria hums in response and you hear something squeak as she moves. "I can get rid of them for you." She says.

You sigh.

"If?" You ask dryly, because it's never something for nothing with Valeria.

"If you let me come over."

You laugh and shake your head. "Not happening."

"Then you're keeping the guards. For your own safety." Valeria says simply. You frown. You do want them gone though.

"I like my privacy, Val."

"I know you do." She coos. You roll over and bring the blankets up over your body. "You can have that if you let me come over and cook dinner for you sometime."

You consider it. Valeria is a good cook. You do miss her food. But you know that if you give her that small opening, she'll use it to weasel her way back into your life and you don't know if that's what you want.

Like she can sense your trepidation, she speaks. "Nothing sexual has to happen, I just want to cook for you one last time." She says softly. Despite her harsh exterior (and interior), she's always been smitten with you.

You look over at your closet full of nice clothes, your shelves full of trinkets. The least you could do is let her feed you, you suppose.

"Fine." You relent. "Come over tomorrow, but I want the guards gone tonight."

"Done." Valeria says, a smile in her words. "I'll give them a call."

You know in your heart this is a bad idea. You tell yourself you won't let her back into your life, but something else tells you you're mistaken. Dinner will only be the catalyst.

#cod mw2 #modern warefare ii #valeria garza cod #valeria garza x reader #valeria garza #cod mwii #valeria garza x fem!reader #cod x reader #valeria garza x you #cod

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lillian-gallows · 8 months ago

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Kinktober Day 11: Voyeurism with Remy LeBeau/Gambit

Pairing: Remy LeBeau/Gambit X Fem!Reader Word Count: 1746 Warnings: Voyeurism, masturbation (M and F) and watching each other, Dirty talk, Pet names, Sex toys/Vibrators, Reader is a resident of the Institute so she could be a mutant.

Kinktober 2024 Master(sub)list.

Minors DNI

Your room was nearly silent as you closed the door, the click of the latch and the snick of the lock had a sense of finality.

Of course, the finality was that of your day, seeing as it was nearly ten at night, and all the other residents of the school were either asleep or heading that way.

You, however, had other plans.

It had been a long day, and a lonely one at that.

Remy had been sent off on a mission the morning before and you were left to wait for him to come back, and who knew how long that would take.

He could be gone for a day, a week, more even. And it drove you crazy, both with worry and need.

The lamp on your bedside table cast a low golden glow that didn’t quite reach the very corners of the room, a fact for which you were thankful. You didn’t have to think about what you couldn’t see, and for what you were planning, you wanted to maintain that bubble as much as you could.

The drawer made a quiet rasp as you opened and closed it, retrieving your treasure and tossing it on the bed without much thought before kicking your shoes off and shuffling your jeans down your legs, leaving you in your tank top and light pink panties.

You bounced a little as you plopped onto the bed, taking your treasure in hand.

A little powder blue vibrator.

It was maybe 4 or 5 inches from end to end, made of a soft silicon with embedded buttons for the settings. It was the best toy you’d ever owned, able to reach all your favorite spots at a speed that made your body light up like fireworks with minimal effort.

But tonight, you weren’t aiming for minimal effort. You wanted to draw out your own pleasure a bit.

So, rather than immediately turn it on and get down to it, you set it within reach for later as you lounged back against the pillows.

Slowly you trailed your fingertips along your skin, starting at your thigh with a feather light caress, as if you were your own lover, which you supposed you were tonight.

Goose bumps bloomed along your flesh as it tingled from the barely there touches, trailing up your body, tugging your shirt just a touch above the waistband of your panties but no higher.

Your fingertips brushed along your tummy and the touch had your nipples hardening as your body caught up to where you were heading.

Jumping up to your chest, you pinched lightly at the little peaks through the soft fabric with one hand, letting out a sigh at the sensation, as the other continued to caress along your belly and thighs, dipping between them but never touching the end goal.

That was for later.

Instead, you gave a slightly harder pinch to your nipple before switching sides to give the other some attention, your eyes rolling closed momentarily at the sensations.

Soon enough, your shirt just became annoying, and a little stifling. So, off it came, falling in a little heap with your jeans on the floor.

This time both hands gave your tits attention, first with a slow massage, kneading the soft flesh before returning to the darkened peaks of your nipples, rolling both at the same time.

The feeling had a soft gasp falling from your lips before you drew them between your teeth, though you knew you didn’t need to, seeing as all the rooms are soundproofed after a rather…Interesting night for Logans hallway-mates.

Shaking your head you pushed all thoughts of anything that wasn’t what you were currently doing away.

And it worked. For a solid 3 seconds before…

“Now, Chére. If Gambit had known this was what he was going to be welcomed home to, he woulda come back a lot sooner.”

You shot up right, eyes flying open as you looked toward the ensuite bathroom to see him leaned against the door frame, arms crossed and smirking.

“Remy!” You grinned as you went to stand, but slowly sank back down as he lifted his hand to wordlessly tell you to stay.

“Don’t stop the show on my account, Petit…” He purred, red irises looking like smoldering coals as they trailed up and down your nearly naked body.

He’s seen you plenty of times, you’d been together for long enough, but he never got tired of just looking at you.

“Back to it, Chére…I’m waitin…” He continued, starting to look like a cat that got the cream.

You could feel the flush rushing up your neck to your cheeks, this was new. You’ve touch gotten each other off with just your hands before, but watching the other do it themselves? It was untread territory, and God was it hot.

Settling back on the bed, you continued where you left off, rolling your nipples with your fingertips. Your eyes tried to roll closed again, but you resisted it, wanting to see the man that stood before you.

As you slowly worked yourself up, Remy moved to the chair that sat in the corner, pulling it to the foot of the bed and sitting down. His legs were spread, and you could see the growing bulge in his pants.

You could feel you were getting wet, and you needed more. So, you let your right-hand drift down between your legs to ever so lightly rub your clit through the fabric of your panties.

It felt like being shocked and it yanked a gasp from you, legs twitching as if to close but you stopped yourself, not wanting to obstruct Remy’s view.

And what a view it was. His girl, on the bed in just her damp pink panties, making herself feel good while she looked at him. The Cajun thought he could get drunk on a sight like this.

Your fingertips made little circles, and your head fell forward as soft moans escaped on every breath. You could feel the material soak through, and decided you were thoroughly done with all the barriers.

So, with a soft huff you shoved them down your legs, kicking them onto the floor, and earning an amused chuckle from the man in front of you.

“So cute all frustrated like this…” He mused with a tilt of his head.

You sent him a withering glare before returning to the task at hand, slipping your hand back between your thighs to run your fingers between your folds before bringing them, now slickened, back to your clit.

It felt like a shock before. Now it was electrifying.

Little waves of pleasure made even more little goose bumps form as your flush spread down your chest, warming you even further.

In the quiet you could hear wet noises that you might have been embarrassed about if not for the way Remy was watching your hand with rapt attention, like he was watching some kind of religious event.

“Belle…” He murmured, dark eyes drinking you in.

“Rem…” You whined as your finger sped up a little, watching his cock give a little kick behind the material of his pants.

“What is it, Chére?” He asked coyly, as if he wasn’t fully aware that you wanted him to touch you, almost as much as you wanted him to stay right there and keep watching.

“Feels good…” You answered as your head fell forward and your eyes drifted closed.

“Good. Pretty petits should feel good.” He answered as he leaned forward on his seat, elbows on his knees. “Look at me, Chére…” He ordered and you were helpless to resist.

Your half lidden eyes met his and you could see the air punch out of him at the sight.

“Where’s your toy?” He asked and watched as your free hand lifted from where it had been slightly under you, how it had gotten there was mystery to you. “Go on.”

He didn’t need to elaborate.

You pulled your hand from between your legs and used the slick that clung to your skin to lubricate the end of the toy just a little, and you heard Remy groan softly at the sight.

There was the sound of a zipper and your gaze returned to him, finding that he’s pulled his dick free from its confines and it lightly stroking it, a manner like he’s simply keeping it hard till you make your next move.

Patient as you please.

His cock head is red and glistening with pre-cum, which his hand spreads down the length with what you’re sure would be a filthy sound if not for the sound of you turning on your vibrator.

First contact is loud as you jolt with a high gasp, pulling the toy away from your clit immediately lest it turn from pleasure to pain from too much too fast.

“Easy, Chére…” Remy drawled, half lidded eyes watching you breathe hard for a moment before relaxing once more.

You let out an annoyed whine before taking a deep breath and bringing the head of the toy back between your thighs, this time hovering it lightly against your clit.

A shiver rolled through you as tight waves of pleasure rolled through your system. “F-F-Fuuuck…” You moaned as you got used to the feeling, slowly giving a little more pressure as your free hand moved down to your neglected hole, caressing up and down before pressing two fingers in. Your legs shook as the pressure in your belly built.

Your eyes snapped open when another wet sound met your ears, landing on Remy’s fast-moving hand, cock wetter than it had been a few moments ago and you wondered when he’d grabbed the lube.

“C-C’mon, Chére…Lemme see…” He moaned as he watched you, looking like a man that just spent a hundred years in the desert being offer a glass of water.

Pressing your fingers further in, you searched for a moment before another high breathy sound left you, rubbing hard against your G-spot as you circled your vibrator on your clit.

Your orgasm hit you faster and harder than you expected as your body tensed up, eyes locked on Remy’s as his own end came crashing into him with spurts of white staining his hand and lower tummy.

Your legs shook as you stared at each other, an unspoken agreement that this wasn’t going to be the last time you did this.

Not by a long shot.

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