#her grinding would get so much needier

[caraphernellie]

ab riding with ellie because damn have u seen her? she would be so hot about it 🙂‍↔️

ellie's gravelly tone meets your ears, her eyes snake green and a little bloodshot. she lies back, an arm behind her head to prop herself up, the other holding a joint. "c'mon, babe. you like it that much, you can ride em'." she chuckles so deep, raking her eyes over your form. "ride my abs. rub that fuckin' pussy on em'."

when the high sets in and all the sensations are elevated to an overwhelming level, ellie gets horny. it was matter of course, ellie stripped of her shirt and lying in her sports bra and jeans. you stared a little too obviously, and it rewarded her with the genius idea to make you grind on her abs to get off. she takes your hips in her hands, guiding you closer.

whimpered words fly from your lips, the slightest humiliation starting to set in the minute you're sat atop ellie's stomach. "this is so–"

"slutty?" ellie suggests. that stupid fucking grin teases you, and she lets out a long sigh. "neh, y'just need to relax, babe…"

the joint is placed between your fingers and you shrug, taking a drag. she's high as a kite, but ellie can't see you in any way other than breathtaking as she looks up at you. your pupils dilated, a cloud of smoke spilling out between plush lips, your body bared all for her. as you pass the joint back, ellie takes a drag herself, almost choking on the smoke the minute you begin to slowly grind on her. her breath hitches, and she discards of the joint almost immediately so her hands are free. because fuck no, she can't help herself, she has got to touch you.

"awh, fuck," ellie grunts. her eyes fall to the sight of your pussy, engorged folds slicked and rubbing, sliding against the toned ridges of her stomach. it's lewd, she's never been this aroused before. she almost forgets how to talk. "y-yeah, atta girl. good girl."

"god, fuck, ellie," you gasp, clit bumping against her sternum. it should be embarrassing, the way you're dripping onto her, but all it does is make you grind faster. needier than ever. "f-fuck, uh…"

ellie guides you, hands on your hips to hold you up. she can't figure out where to look– your pussy, your tits, or your face and the light sheen of sweat that makes you glisten under the lamp light. "shit, you gonna cum baby? cum for me?"

"mhm–" you nod, unable to quell the soft, pretty moans that fall from your parted lips. "oh, oh, gonna cum."

"that's my girl," ellie groans, her own eyes half-lidded, watching the way yours roll back and your face contorts with your orgasm, eliciting heady moans from both of you.

when you slow to a stop, laboured breath filling the room in the place of your moans, you look down. ellie's abs shine with your wetness, the sight sending shivers down your spine. she just might make you lick her clean, now.

ꪆৎ ellie's masterlist

[ipegchangbin]

I HHAVE TO SO MUCH BOY PUSSY THOUGHTS BUT LIKE IM SHAKING AND ESOC DHD OGMGG right but what are you thoughts on fem!skz???? uz the brainrot has been getting to me and i personally believe there just arent ENOUGH fem!skz like whaat happened to the pussy? the cunt? THE PUM PUM

sorry. i loved your drabble though and just your work in general and im not kidding when i say that wehn i saw you actually answered my request and then saw said request on my dashboard thingy I LITERALLY PUT MY HANDS UP IN THE AIR AND WAS YAYAYAYAYA!?!?!?!

URE RIGHT LIKEEE WHAT HAPPENED TO THE PUMPUMHDSJJDJSNS

💗 nsfw fem!skz thoughts

🏷️ fem!skz, gn!reader, smut smut smut

— bang chan

chan’s beautiful, bubbly, a little busty with a big butt. she’s everything you would want in a girl: a giggly lady with a pretty body. she’s very preppy, a little clingy once you two get together, but in bed? she’s a blushing mess! she loves when you chat her up only to talk her down, let her babble several flavors of nonsense and moan with that sweet curly accent of hers. her dimples show every time she clenches her jaw in pleasure. chan loves getting herself off on your fingers, riding them, even just grinding on them through her clothed cunt…and she loves when you make her feel a little dirty about it. her butt is the plumpest, it feels good to grope and massage, and best of all — it gets red when she blushes! chan is a giggly girl who’s heavenly to play with.

— minho

a competitive peer turned blunt best friend turned snappy girlfriend, minho’s the prettiest yet sharpest lady you’ve ever come across. she loves keeping things traditional, making you court her to even get a glimpse of her reciprocated love, but when she fell back for you it was all worth it. minho loves to keep half of her long hair up in a bun while the rest flows down past her shoulders, framing her beautiful body against the kitchen counters as she whips you up your favorite meal. a few hours after dinner, you have her over the same counter, fucking her cunt well. she loves to moan your name and make you feel how much she loves you. she gets wet so easily when you moan back, when you tell her you adore her. you figure that she tastes better than her own cooking.

— changbin

what’s not to love about changbin? she was love at first sight turned the love of your life. you fell for the way she looked with her love handles, tummy, and big breasts, and as soon as she spoke to you, it was all real. she’s gentle and kind, offering to help you with whatever work you need. changbin gets very shy when you abandon your work and grab her by the hips and breasts instead. she wears her curly hair long and down and the curtains match the drapes: she has the bush of a lifetime. secretly loves it whenever you’re between her thighs or all up in her cleavage smelling her after her workouts, all before going to town and fucking her ever so sweetly. she’s a muscle mommy who calls you mommy. oh, and changbin in an evening dress—the ones that hug her form, accentuating her belly and toned ass—is a sight to see. she’s absolutely obsessed with lovemaking after her shower. a clean and fresh woman, she’ll take every bit of your body worship before your dates to heart.

— hyunjin

she’s the classiest lady you’ve ever met. always does herself up, wears the prettiest makeup, and always fixes her hair in the middle of your dates. she smells heavenly; it’s french cologne mixed with a bit of your after-sex musk. hyunjin always finds herself getting fucked every time she’s with you, and you don’t know if it’s her irresistible energy or the fact that she’s needier than you. and when the dates reach past midnight, she only becomes cinderella in a way that she takes you home with her, designer clothes to the floor, revealing even more expensive lingerie underneath. class, elegance, all that demure shit flies out of the window as soon as you’re working your mouth on her petite boobs. when it’s all done, she glows in your arms and embraces you, kissing you all over with sweet words between her lips. she’s the most beautiful woman in the world.

— han jisung

han’s a charming woman who’s a bit of a geek. she’s a self-deemed loser, but so incredibly far from the doozy girl she claims to be. you don’t mind her armpit hair, her layered cut, and the leg hair she never wants to shave: she’s charming and attractive for that. firmly believes in having her nips out and it’s so cute of her. jisung is very carefree, and it extends to the sex too. she secretly likes it when you cuddle yet feel her up. she loves it when you sneak your hand under your shorts. she loves it when you’re being nonchalant and casual, eating her out while she’s watching a movie, moaning and whining slightly while all dazed. you hum and call her beautiful, the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen, and it does something to her. maybe she’s a bit of a perverted girl too, getting off on your compliments when you’re gone and out of her room.

— felix

a girl’s girl through and through. she loves you very much but there are many reasons why you love her more. she has everything on her: need chapstick? it’s either she pulls one out of her magic tote bag — or she kisses you! need a pen? she’ll even write for you! need to eat her out? she’ll spread her legs before you even blink! she’s always happy and smiley even if you’re playing with her freckled pussy. you tell her that she’s pretty when she smiles, making her grin even more. felix always has her hair done in different crazy styles, but always up whenever she wants to return the favor on you. adores you whenever you catch her out of breath from your fingers and mouth alone. you always kiss every one of her freckles, even the ones near her clit to tease her — and every single time, she falls harder and harder in love with you.

— seungmin

if there was any lady who matched you best, she’d be seungmin. she’s blunt with her words but she means well whenever she talks to you. it was a surprise the first time she asked for sex, simply letting honesty take over and let her know that she wanted you. loves talking you up even if you’re going down on her. she never shaves nor trims her bush, and you find her smirk so attractive every time you find her clit. all that snarky attitude dissolves as soon as you kiss further into her clit, teasing her ass and playing with the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. she’s kind of obsessed with the way you show her own cum in your mouth. gets even more delirious when you tug on her short hair and tell her dirty compliments. she feels the most like a woman when you work your way with her — just make sure to take her out on a date and pay the bill right after.

— jeongin

jeongin’s a lady who never backs down from an adventure. from exploring the outdoors to exploring each other’s bodies, she’s an open woman who doesn’t hesitate to love you right. she’s wild in many senses: you’ve fucked while alone in public once. it’s her spirit that charms you most, you think as you pound into her ass — her request. she’s sweet and very talkative, telling you all about the kinky shit she wants to do the later in night while curling her hair for work. jeongin loves being pampered and pampering you back. she wears your favorite sets of lingerie, or if you prefer it, wears nothing at all when you get home to her. she gets deliciously needy every time you play with her nipples out of nowhere. but even after all the adventures, her cunt might as well be your home.

[butch-corvid]

dumb little cockshy bitch, she whispered in my ear while she humped my tits. we had both smoked earlier, and she kissed me in a rush of euphoria. it’s just what dykes do. we can just make out a little bit. I’m a woman, aren’t I? you don’t have to touch it. but as we got closer, her kisses hungrier, her hands reaching under my shirt to twist my nipples, I found our bodies were pressed together. I could feel her cock, hard and insistent against my thigh. when I tried to pull away (“no, stop, you promised, I don’t like dick, I’m a lesbian”), she just said me too and pushed me on my back. i couldn’t stop her from grinding against me, essentially trying to fuck me through my boxers. when had she pulled her cock out? I couldn’t even resist, she was smothering me, holding me down, grinding that thing against my cunt. which was, to my horror, starting to soak my boxers.

I can feel how wet you are, slut. you really wanna try telling me you’re cock repulsed again?

my whimper was cut off when she forced two of her long fingers into my mouth. you know what I think? she thrust them deeper. I think you’re just shy. cockshy, you know? you need a little bit of…correcting. she pulled my boxers down. I jumped, enough to almost throw her off me. she laughed. lighten up, sweet thing. did you think I was going to rape you? I froze under her, heart pounding while she rubbed the tip of her cock against mine. against my will, my cock twitched. oh my god, you like that don’t you? you want me to rape you? is that it? is that why you keep making a fuss about my dick? god, all you dykes are the same.

“please don’t. please don’t fuck me. not inside please.” maybe it was just the drugs, but I was starting to tear up in shame at my arousal. her cock was so much bigger than mine, so much harder and thicker and needier, throbbing against my cunt. when she moved away, my wetness left a string of moisture between us.

to my surprise, she nodded, only to move up to straddle my chest. with one hand, she grabbed my tits like they were her personal property. with the other, she slapped her cock against my face. when I spluttered in shock, she rubbed the head against my parted lips, even as they twisted in revulsion. her pre stayed on my mouth, and I instinctively licked it up. do I taste like a woman? I nodded and she smiled. good boy. here’s what’s going to happen. I won’t fuck you yet. I won’t put my cock inside you until you beg for it on camera. we’re just gonna stay right here while I jerk off. consider it training. or exposure therapy. go on, spit on it. unless you want me to get the lube from somewhere else. her fingers rubbed my clit, slowly. a threat. I spat, and she took her time slicking her cock, no more than an inch from my lips, before wiping her hand clean on my face.

she moved her hands to my tits, pressing them together so she could slide her cock between them. i tried to dissociate, to block out the sensation, but every time my nipples were touched a jolt of sensation placed me back in my body. I didn’t even notice I was leaning down, lips parted, quietly pleading for more. with a laugh, she grabbed my hair, holding my head still while she rubbed her dick all over my face. I felt disgusting. my cunt ached. she slapped my face again. tongue out, dyke. her cock felt so warm, the leaking tip pressed against my tongue. you don’t deserve to suck it yet, bitch. so just hold still and let me use you. she jerked off on my tongue while drool pooled in my mouth and dripped down my face, smearing my tits with saliva. occasionally, she would hump my tits more, or reach behind her to feel my soaked cunt.

I felt drunk, delirious, craving nothing more than her cock in my mouth. she let me swirl my tongue around the tip, explore just a little bit while she jerked off into my mouth. and then, with a smug smile, she yanked me back by the hair, just to hear my desperate whine. see? just a bit shy. I did a good job of breaking you in, I think. agree with me. and get ready for your reward

“yes yes yes please yes” I murmured, trying to get closer with my tongue stuck out. I couldn’t even be ashamed of how I looked. she held me firm, pumping her cock faster.

some lesbians struggle with this part, but you’ve been learning quickly. soon I’ll be able to show you what real lesbian sex looks like. poor thing, only fooling around with cuntgirls. barely even women, you know? because they can’t. do. this.” with a groan, she came on my tongue, on my face, on my tits. and finally, finally, she shoved her cock into my mouth and rode out the last of her orgasm by grabbing my head and using my throat like a fleshlight. when she was done, she got dressed.

“my turn?” I cocked my head, spreading my legs to reveal my puffy wet cunt. i couldn’t remember the last time I was so desperate. she giggled.

oh you’re cute. try asking me that again after you’ve had a real woman’s cock in you.

[igotanidea]

(2) Cheater : dick grayson!version

third update today, damn it! I know I said I'll post it tomorrow, but it's done and I can't hold it anymore. God, I'm excited to post it! Therefore, I give you what you have been waiting for!

Warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI!!

A/N: Sienna is obviously girlfriend's name

part 1

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After that first time there was nothing holding them back anymore. Just a touch was enough for both of their bodies to want more of each other, oh,

So.

Much.

More.

and who were they to try and fight the desire and the need of pleasure?

That was why Y/N was currently straddling Dick’s hips, using him to get high, his hands caressing her back, scratching it lightly to ignite her fire even more. He wanted her to get addicted to him, to only think about him, to completely lose control. He craved to see the freaky side of her and nothing could stop him from getting that. Normally he wanted to be on top, dominant, but he way she looked at him with those pretty, lustful eyes, slightly swollen red lips and with a breathless whisper practically begged him to let her take control made his strong will crumble in an instant. He would give her anything she wanted as long as he could keep her  in the sheets longer, closer, tighter to his body.  Preferably forever. For what he cared the world might as well stop existing. She was his world now.

Judging by the way she moved her hips, grinding against him, arching her back due to all his touches and open mouth kisses, panting and moaning, he was her world as well.

“God!” he groaned, one hand squeezing her hips, guiding her movements with proficiency and changing the angle slightly, eliciting a whimper from her. “Can you imagine how much time we lost? Just because you were resisting?’ he smirked, kissing her neck “and why, baby? We could have been doing it for so long now…..”

“Shut up!” she gasped, pressing his head to her skin more and he got the hint immediately.

“You want harder, baby?”

“Yes, please, kiss me more. Touch me more. Go rough on me. Mark me. Mark my whole body. I want everyone to know I’m yours. Yours. Ah!”   

“Like that, babe?” he bit on her collarbone and it hurt. It hurt so fucking good, making her hotter, wetter, needier.  She melted into him, quite literally.

“Dick….” Her hand found a way to his shoulder, digging her nails there, leaving crescent-shaped marks “Come here.” she cupped his cheeks and guided his lips back to hers. “just come here.”

Yes. All her inhibitions were finally gone and he couldn’t help the shit-eating smirk in the kiss. He did it. He made her crumble and now,  she was all his. Good girl was now gone for good.

The kiss was animalistic, predatory, almost like they wanted to consume each other.  Hands roaming freely, everywhere at the same time, overstimulating each other, torn between the crave to cum and get the full pleasure and feel of each other and the need to make this last longer.

“I need you closer.” Dick whispered, breaking the kiss, the string of saliva connecting their lips, sweaty bodies making each slap of skin echo through the empty bedroom. The window was open but the cool night air did nothing to make them calm down. If anything it only made them go faster “closer” he groaned, pulling her hips even more onto him, his cock going deeper and harder with each thrust and movement. “Y/N…..”

“Yes!” she grabbed his shoulder blades running nails over the muscles which were flexing under her touch, throwing her head back, being so close, so close, so fucking close. She only had half the mind to move her body faster, regardless of the tearing pain in her legs. She needed this, she wanted this, there was no way she was giving up now. “Dick….. Dick, god! Don’t stop…..”

“I know baby. I’m close too.” His mouth brushed her exposed neck, thrusting harder, helping her get higher and higher, unlike his kisses that travelled lower to worship her perfect, bouncing breasts, sucking on the pebbled nipples.

“Baby! Dick! Don’t stop! Give it to me. Please! Ah! Yes! Yes! So fucking good!”

“Ladies first.” He smirked “cum for me baby. Now.”

With another cry of his name, that followed right into the night, she let go, squirting right on his cock. He fucking made her squirt and the feeling of her juices dripping on him pushed him over the edge as well. Using the last drops of self-control he managed to pull out and cum on her stomach instead of painting her insides. Such a shame all that load went to waste, but that was the only way she would allow him to love her without condom. None of them had a breeding kink.

Not yet, at least.

But who knew what might develop in the future. Dick was pretty sure that the more he made love to her, the less reluctant she would be towards going raw.

But he was patient, once he learned she was not going to run away from him again.

He had her.

“I love you.” he gasped kissing her. This time softer, slower, coming back down on earth. “I love you.”

“Dickie…..” she mumbled, letting him have that sweet moment, hands tangling in his hair, ruffling those silky strands. “Dick….”

“This just sound so right. I don’t think I can ever stop saying that.” He caressed her cheek gently closing his eyes and enjoying those three words. “I love you. “

“I love you too, boy wonder. Bird boy. My boy.”

“Yes. I’m yours. And you’re mine. Say it.’

“I’m yours Dickie.”

“God, I can’t get enough of you.” he was absolutely ready to go for round three but she laughed lightly, putting a hand on his heart and stopping him.

“Give me a little break, my vigilante. I know you have stamina, but I’m not as resilient as you. “ Y/N tried to push him away a bit, but he just grabbed her wrist, putting it to his mouth and kissing it gently, nibbling on the soft skin,  before moving to brush his lips over each of her knuckles, the simplicity and tenderness of this gesture making her insides melt. His every action being the testament to the words of affection from before.

“Don’t ever push me away princess. Not again.”

“I promise. No more.” she gasped, her voice trembling due to the sensation, barely holding it in.

“Good,” Dick kissed her forehead briefly and moved away, making her whine for him “I’m just gonna grab some water and towel to clean you up, baby. Stay here, I’ll be right back.” He put on his pants and went to grab the necessary things.

In the meantime, she reached for the blanket, wrapped herself in the soft fabric and stood up to stretch a bit. Her body felt as sore as it was alive because of him.  The second she put feet on the floor, her gaze travelled towards that little thing that Dick threw there before they really started going. The one that “wasn’t important”. And the sudden realization of what it was made her tense at once.

Her picture.

Right….

Cause, technically speaking he still had girlfriend.

Oh, the bubble burst and the reality hurt when Y/N bend and picked the photo, inspecting the damaged frame and broken glass. There it was. The real way Dick felt about his girlfriend.” It’s nothing important…”  was what he said. But was it really? Or maybe he was just playing with Y/N’s feelings and emotions, just trying to get what he wanted?

“Baby?” speak of the devil. He was standing in the doorframe, glass in one hand, cloth in the other. God! He looked so hot with his perfectly chiseled chest and abs on full display, mess of a hair and boyish look on his face.  His voice was laced with honey until he figured out what she was holding. “No.” it only took him a second to put the things away and move towards her. Slowly, he took the picture from her hands “No, baby. Don’t.”

“But……”

“Look at me.” He put a finger under her chin, looking deep into her eyes “every word I told you was true. I love you. I want to be with you.”

“I know…. But I also know that a broken hearted girl can act unpredictable and ….. dangerous….  I don’t want you to give up on me…. on us…. when she goes crazy and …..”

“Hey. She’s not going to hurt you. I won’t let that happen. I promise.” He pulled Y/N closer, giving her all the comfort he possibly could. What he did not say out loud was that his girlfriend (or rather ex-girlfriend, even if she didn’t know that yet) actually could be a bit of a psychopath.  After a while of the fake relationship with her he was actually painfully aware of that. But he was not going to let anything happen to his only true love, Y/N. He would protect her, no matter what it took.  “I can’t believe you think so little of me….” He muttered.

“Dick?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Kiss me again.” Y/N whispered, suddenly becoming hungry for his touch afresh.

He didn’t need to be told twice, out of instinct unwrapping the blanket from her body and grabbing her ass, lifting her up, her legs and arms wrapping around him tightly, caressing his chest and back, almost like she was in a trance.  Apparently Y/N changed her mind and found some more strength in her.

“You’re mine.” He repeated, almost like he needed another verbal reminder of that little fact.

It was just so easy to get lost in her. Until…..

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!” unknown female voice cut into Dick’s and Y/N’s moans and groans and all their sounds of pleasure, making them freeze immediately.

“Sienna?” Dick managed to say “What are you doing here?” his first reaction was shielding Y/N with his body. Ever the gentleman.

This was not good. Not good at all.

To be continued?

Tags(I swear I am not tagging ageless blog in my smuts, so either put it in bio or suffer in silence): @miraculous-panic @mvchmp @xlatinaaxx

[ohbo-ohno]

I have a serious case of Conqueror Ghost brain worms

Thinking about Princess taking both of them at once. Johhny’s been a good pup so he gets his cock warmed while Ghost fucks their Princess’s ass. Johnny isn’t allowed to move and it’s torture because she’s clenching around him and he can feel Ghost’s cock inside her.

Or… Ghost finally weds his Princess and wants an heir so Johnny is forbidden from her cunt. He can only have her ass or mouth and if he’s been really good he can fuck her the same time as Ghost.

i want to write conqueror ghost au so BAD but it's gonna take me soooo long to do it properly :( plus i have at least three other things i'd like to finish & post first, but odds are this'll end up becoming a full thing (god i hope i get the brainpower)

princess riding johnny and not allowed to move while she warms her cock, and johnny has to stare up and watch ghost absolutely destroy her :( wants to hump and grind so badly but the combined weight on top of him holds him down

ghost absolutely doesn't let the mutt fuck his queen when they're trying for an heir - even though any child of johnny's would be a child of ghost's, he can't risk the kid looking identical to his wife's personal guard because that would make him look weak. also he needs a legitimate heir. so puppy doesn't get to fuck his princess (his queen)'s cunt anymore, has to stretch her properly and fuck her ass instead :/ he doesn't mind but it takes sooo much longer to stretch her, and he can't fucker there as much as he can in her pussy. makes him way needier while they're trying :( but once she's pregnant he gets to fuck her however he wants again (when given permission) <3

[zeezelweazel]

Bottom!Trans!Lottie got me good, because this girl is so much taller then me, bigger then me and I just can make her tremble like that?

I could innocently hug her and she would fold?

I have all this power over her?

I could just, bother the living hell out of her, I am a menace to society and she would feel the whole extent of that.

Like, ups, my hand brushed you a bit to close to there? I am so sorry babe.

Mh? What I am doing? Well your lap is rather comfortable. *proceeds to watch a movie with her and move a lot during it, feeling her getting hard*

And she couldn't do a single thing.

Though of course if she tells me really nicely whats bothering her, and begs I could help her out. >:)

Lottie Matthews| Movie Night|

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THE FIRST FULL TRANS LOTTIE FIC LET'S GO

It's very short though, oops

I've been wanting to write this for some time lol sorry it took so long

TW: teasing, handjob and blowjob (Lottie recieving)

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It was finally holiday season. Christmas is something everyone happily awaits but for the Yellowjackets it's the perfect opportunity for some well deserved rest.

For you and Lottie it was the perfect opportunity to spend night after night sitting on her couch watching shity Christmas movies. As usual her house is completely empty. Both of her parents are working abroad, some business trip she says, so she'll spend the holidays alone. You can't have that.

You're currently sitting on her lap watching Home Alone. You throw an occasional giggle here and there but Lottie's been awfully quiet. You turn to look at her, just to make sure she's doing okay, but as you move your hips you feel something hard press against your butt.

You look up at Lottie's face and she seems to be looking anywhere but you. You smirk as you perfectly understand what's going on. Your poor baby got all hard with you sitting on her lap.

"What's wrong Lot?"

Lottie's eyes snap back to you so quickly and her face flushes from embarrassment. She opens her mouth only to close it and swallow hard. You grin at her inability to answer. Lottie is so cute when she's embarrassed.

You want to see how long she'll last. How much time it'll take her to give up and beg you oh so sweetly for relief.

Time and time again you grind back against her hard cock and listen to her breathy whines. She tried so hard to hide her arousal from you but it was impossible with how you're sitting on her lap. She can't escape any of your ministrations and after a few minutes she has completely given up. She's fully pressing up against your ass now and her whimpers are getting louder and needier. You pause the movie and get up. Lottie is flushed red and looking at the floor. You chuckle and hold her face in your hands, your expression innocent and sweet.

"You needy little slut. All I wanted was to watch a movie and here you are grinding against my ass."

Lottie whimpered and pouted she looked at you waiting for you to do something but it was clear that you were waiting for a certain something. Lottie gulped and forced a breath out of her nose.

"Please Y/N I need you."

You pulled back pretending to think about it and almost awed at how adorable Lottie looked when she tried to chase after your touch. You slowly dropped to your knees and smiled up at her. Her eyes widened in excitement as she stumbled to get her sweats off. You noticed her hands were trembling and decided to help her a little.

You roughly pulled down her pants along with her boxers and her cock sprung out and hit her stomach. It was throbbing and twitching, clearly begging for your touch.

She didn't even have a chance to beg again. Your hand went to the base of her cock slowly pumping up and down. You took the tip in your mouth all while making eye contact with her. Her hips were trembling with effort Lottie was desperately trying not to thrust into your face.

You slowly started taking more of her in your mouth but yiu never quite manage to take all of her. She's too big. You gag against her dick and saliva trails down the side of your mouth. Your hand never stops moving.

"Y/N, I'm gonna come."

She sounded so positively ruined it only sprung you on. You hollowed out your cheeks and gave her a hard suck. That's all it took for Lottie to cum. Her thighs were shaking and her hips were now uncomfortable as they grinded on your face.

You looked at her in the eyes as you swallowed her load and she looked away embarrassed. She grabbed a pillow and covered her private parts. You raised your eyebrow at her but Lottie continued looking around.

"Lottie... Did you get hard again?"

Lottie dropped her head on her hands and after a while she nodded.

You smirked wide and pushed her down the couch.

"Best Christmas ever."

Lottie whispered right before you pulled her in for a deep lustful kiss.

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[genshinimpactlife]

hello!! ik it’ll be quite a while until you get to this request but may i please request shenhe nsfw with nipple play and scissoring? can’t stop thinking about her tiddies help but if you’re not okay with shenhe then i’m okay with yelan too!! tysm in advance pls take care <3

Nipple play + Scissoring (NSFW)

Shenhe absolutely loves any touching and attention toward her breasts.

She loves when you play with them, knead them, or stick your face in them.

But her favorite thing? Your mouth on her nipples. She would encourage and praise you for sucking on them and licking them.

It turns her on more than just about anything else.

"You're being so good… sucking on mommy's nipples like that."

As much as Shenhe loves receiving, she can be such a giver too. She loves to make you feel good too.

Shenhe is usually the one in control.

Loves to finger you and hear your cute moans until your orgasming.

She hooks her leg over yours and pushes your pussies together, starting slow as she moves her hips in circles.

It can be sensual, the two of you letting out sweet moans as you look each other in the eyes.

Or it can be needier, a mess of limbs as the two of you desperately grind against each other. Both of you are just trying to reach your highs using the other.

The both of you are always a sticky and sweaty mess by the time you are done.

Loved this request! I hope you enjoy <3

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Would you mind to elaborate on Swiss making someone call him Mommy?

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I'd love to :3!!!

Swiss has been called a lot of things, he's usually fine with just about anything and everything. But I think being called mommy hits him different. It goes straight to his head (the one on his shoulders, thank you very much.) Like a little bit of an ego stroke. Sure, being called daddy makes his dick throb, but there's just something about mommy...Like I said, hits different.

The way it spills off his partner's lips is far more satisfying; always softer, needier, more tearful.

Dew uses it when he's feeling bratty, dripping with an attitude Swiss is so quick to break. Bent over Swiss' knee with his pants tugged down his thighs, a firm hand on the back of his neck to hold him in place, and a harsher one striking him across the ass. He'll spank him until Dew forgets every word in his vocabulary except for mommy and please.

Cirrus will mumble it when there's a particular side of Swiss she needs, but can't figure out how to ask for. A little more soft in his actions, a lot more stern in his words. She's always embarrassed to say it but grateful for what it gets her when his knee is slotted between her legs, face buried in his shoulder, whispering it like a mantra as she ruts her bare pussy against rough denim.

Rain takes some coaxing. He tries not to, but knows Swiss won't give him what he wants until he asks properly. Only when his fingers are buried in his cunt, edged past coherency, is when Rain will cry it for him. His reservations crumble, and his desperate sobs of "mommy I need to cum" are music to his ears.

Aurora is mommy's princess. She'll wear her pretty dresses that barely fall to an appropriate length and plop herself in his lap at any given opportunity. He'd call her his good girl if she wasn't such a tease, if she didn't constantly grind herself against the bulge in his pants while they're sat on the couch with the others around. Aurora loves to whisper it real close to his ear to work him up and practically scream it into her pillow when he fucks her.

Aether will never admit to liking it. Even when he asks Swiss to please wear his pretty red bottomed heels that click perfectly against the tile floors and the corset that seems to push his tits together to give him the perfect amount of cleavage, that curly dark hair peeking just above the bustline drives him mad and Swiss knows it. He'll kneel at his feet and let Swiss press one of those fancy heels against his aching cock and thank mommy for hurting him.

Cumulus is a little bratty about it, not like Dew is. She'll act like she's too good to say it, and if she does, it's sarcastic. He plays into how sensitive she is. He'll tie her hands to the headboard and hold her favorite vibrator to her clit for as long as it takes. The longest she's gone is two and a half hours. She likes to be broken into being good. Needs him to remind her how to behave for mommy.

Mountain sits and takes whatever Swiss feels like giving. If Swiss wants Mounty to be his good boy? Happily. And if Swiss wants him to be a good girl? Without question. He's eager and sweet as pie. Lets Swiss dress him up, dress him down, test out the odd new toys he's managed to get his hands on, anything. Mountain doesn't love when Swiss feels particularly cruel, he falls too deep into subspace like this to handle the degradation. So Swiss is nothing but praise, even when he's slapping his sweet boy across the face. Mountain giggles like a ditz and takes it. Just as long as Swiss is kind.

And Phantom? Oh, Phantom is so shy about it. His face turns so red when Swiss first pulls him into his lap and kisses him slow and deep, he just about glows with embarrassment when Swiss asks him if he "wants mommy to make him feel good". He's pliant, and nearly as eager as Mountain for a drop of praise. He's nervous to lean into it, not stubborn about it like Rain. But once Swiss coaxes that first warbled little mommy out of him, he can't make himself stop. Phantom babbles it hopelessly, helplessly, stupidly, not even sure if he's begging for anything in particular.

I'm sure Swiss has said it to himself too. Sat at the edge of his bed with his mirror brought close enough to watch himself as he works a toy much too thick into himself. It just tumbles off his lips...'that's it baby, give mommy your cock' as it eases in. 'like how tight mommy is, don't you?' as he starts to fuck himself. 'gonna make mommy cum, harder harder harder-' as he bucks up into his fist, panting, ready to spill over onto his knuckles.

I just...Think Swiss really likes getting to be called mommy, okay.

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A Little at a Time, Part 2

Summary:  Cole goes to far, and someone catches him…

Pairings:  Cole Turner X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  language, fingering, groping, non con, manipulation, coercion, gaslighting, cheating, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.2K

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Your Memaw looks out the window of the kitchen, the steady flow of cars already showing up for the music picking night, and one that usually didn’t come was strutting up the front porch.  Her eyes flick towards the stairs in the house, knowing that you were not even staying tonight.  You, Poppy, and Anna Kate had decided to do an impromptu girls night out for your bachelorette party, and now here your fiancé was interacting with your Papaw who stops singing to say something to Cole.  

Pulling out the cornbread, she wipes her hands on her apron, meeting Cole at the door, “What are you doing, Cole?  You know that beautiful fiancé of yours isn’t staying.”

“I know.  I thought I could see her for a bit before she went out.  You mind?” He looks at the stairs, but stops, taking a big whiff of the spread of food that she had laid out.  “I do say, Miss Ruby, I think your cooking truly is the best there is.  Nothing smells quite like your food.”

“Quit buttering me up.  I’m not a biscuit.  You can go see her, but don’t make her late.  She rarely gets to see Poppy.  You met her yet?”

“No, I’m always working when she’s down.  I’ll see you later, Miss Ruby,” he jogs over to the stairs, taking two at a time, until he gets to your room.  Forgoing knocking as he enters in on you, and you squeal.  Your arms wrap around your front where you try to hold your unzipped dress up.  “It’s only me, Peach Blossom.  What’s got you so jumpy?”

“Maybe the crowd of people on the porch?  And then someone barges in on me while I’m trying to get dressed,” his eyes look you up and down, and bashfully you look away, trying to pull your dress fully up.  “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he answers, but he looks at you like you were his prey.  “Here, let me help,” he spins you around, getting a glimpse of your lingerie, before he drags the zipper up your back.  Grazing his knuckles up your spine, and starts kissing over your shoulders, “I like the panties.”

“You weren’t supposed to see those.”

“Who was?” You look back at him as he creates a trail of open mouth kisses across your back.  “Were you wanting anyone else to see them?”

“That’s not how I meant it,” his hands slide down your stomach, to your front, but you push them to your thighs.  “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“This dress is pretty.  Easy access.”

“Cole,” you turn your body around to fully look at him, “Are you mad at my outfit of choice?”

“Of course not.  It’s just odd that you would wear this out, without letting me…you know no matter how I phrase this is gonna make me sound like the bad guy, so I’m stopping.  You look beautiful,” a slow jazzy tune wafts through your open window, and he pulls you in close.  His left hand rests just above your ass, and the other holds yours.  “Just dance with me.”

“You’re not mad?”

“I am happy you get to spend time with the girls.  I can get a bit jealous that people will be looking at what’s mine, right?”

“Right,” you whisper, growing tired of this conversation already.  His hand presses firmer and lower, pushing you closer to him.

“And when I start running for sheriff, you won’t be able to go to Woody’s.”

“I know.  And you know, this isn’t my normal,” he presses you right up on him, your body flush against his, and he leans down to softly kiss your lips.  The kiss turns needier, while he backs up to your bed.  Scooting the two of you back.  

Cole lets your body take over, much like he always does, and you straddle him.  Your body grinds over him, needing any type of friction, while he slowly rucks your dress up.  Pulling off you, to watch you desperately search for some relief, “You want me to help you?” He coos at you.  You take a second to look at the clock, and there was enough time.  He was your fiancé.  Nodding your head, he pulls your dress up over your ass.

His hands knead on your tits, waiting on the whimpering of his name.  He always waited on your almost pained voice.  He wanted you weak, and unable to stop even if you wanted to.  “Lean back,” his voice was raspy, hungry for more than just his fingers in your snatch.  You lean back on the bed, and he bites at his lip at just how wet you were.  So much more responsive than his usual women.

Pulling aside your panties, his fingers roam through your folds, gathering your slick, before entering two fingers.  That’s all that was allowed.  But he knew you needed more.  Your body starts fucking his fingers, while he watches your greedy cunt.  It needed more than these measly fingers.  You were making the most beautiful sounds.  Pulling the top of your dress down, and exposing yourself.  His hard cock was right there, and your cunt was begging for mercy.  Your body rocking over him, and more comfortable than you had ever been.

He pulls his cock out of his pants, and it looks so pretty next to your slicked folds.  It was enough for him to stop fucking other women.  He had been doing you a favor.  He took out his frustrations on other women, so he got to worship you, but this was almost too much, “You getting close?” He asks, slowly stroking his cock.  Pearls of precum drip down the aching member, he was so close to you.

“Uh huh,” fuck your voice was begging him almost as much as your cunt.  You were in a world of your own.  A blissful state of pleasure.  Cole scoots even closer to your tight channel.  Pulling his fingers out slowly, staring at your little hole, and your body was searching for that penetration.  He leads you to him, before he pushes his tip in.  “Cole!” You his out at the stretch, and you were too stunned to move.

“Shh, it’s okay.”

“No.  No, stop!” He makes it only an inch before you were scrambling off of him.  “You know!  I told you, and…”

“Sweetheart, your body wanted me to do that,” you shake your head no, pulling down the skirt of your dress, and covering your tits back up.  “You can’t tell me that your body didn’t want that.”

“My body was aroused.  It doesn’t think.  I do!  I said no.  You respect that I don’t want to have sex before marriage.  You know and…”

“Everyone thinks we’re fucking anyways,” god, the audacity of him.  You struggle to reach your clutch, and start to walk out.  Refusing to let any tears fall, because you felt betrayed.  You allowed yourself to be vulnerable with him, because you thought your fiancé of all people would respect that.  “Peach Blossom, wait.”

He grabs at your arm, and you freeze on contact.  “It’s not that big of a deal.  It’s just sex.”

“What’s just sex to you, is more than that to me.  And even if it wasn’t, I said no sex before marriage.  You were trying…you took…”

“No, stop.  You know I love you, and what you’re trying to say is not what happened.  You know it.  I got carried away, and I’m sorry.  You just looked so pretty, and you were enjoying yourself, and I wasn’t thinking.  All the blood had run to my dick because I just love you so much,” you couldn’t even look at him at the moment.  You needed to get out.  Needed to breathe, and he was making it impossible.  You were going to be late.  

“You forgive me, though, right, darling?” He gives you a soft kiss to your temple, and you just nod your head.  “Where are you staying tonight?”

“Anna Kate’s,” his jaw pulses and Adam’s apple starts bobbing.  “Can I go?”

“I love you.”

“Love you,” you let him give you a quick peck to your lips, before you were racing down the stairs, and out the door.

Cole stands transfixed towards your wall, before he punches it quickly.  Taking a deep breath, he calmly walks down the stairs, but doesn’t say anything to anyone, not even your grandparents.  

Memaw peeks out the door.  Finishing laying out the food, she takes her apron off, and walks out to her husband, “Tip, did she give you a kiss before she left?” Your Papaw takes a long drag of his Swisher Sweets, shaking his head no, but glaring at Cole.  

He stands up, and heads towards your room.  He was a man of very few words, but you seemed upset.  You never left without saying goodbye, and you didn’t even look at them.  Didn’t stop before getting in your car.  He didn’t know what he was looking for.  He just knew you were acting off.  

“Tip, what are you doing?” Your Memaw was a smart woman, and you would have never left your bed looking like someone had sat on it.  It wasn’t a complete mess, but your throw was on the floor, and your comforter was wrinkled up.  

“Son of a bitch.”

“Tip!”

His hand rubs over the indented wall, and he looks at his wife shaking his head, “That man is not welcome here anymore.  And if he ever comes back, he will not be alone up here, do you understand?”

“What’s…he wouldn’t,” you had left too fast and she didn’t get a good look at you.  She was sick to her stomach, trying to make sense out of everything.  “Should I call her?”

“Just do the texting, let her know we love her.  I’ll kill ‘em, Ruby.  If he…I’ll kill ‘em.  I don’t care who he is.  She’ll be with Poppy and Anna Kate, we know that they don’t take shit off of anybody.  Cole would never pull anything out in public.  That’s what he’s doing, pulling this shit when no one is around, and breaks out the charm in public.  He wants to become sheriff, so he wouldn’t dare try something while she’s out.  But he will not be back in my house.”

Poppy throws herself into the booth, panting as she takes a drink of her cocktail, “Why aren’t you dancing?  This is your night.  You’re last time out as a single and free woman, before you become the future sheriff’s housewife,” you give her a weak smile, and look out at Anna Kate who had already found someone to start dancing with.  “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just tired,” you try to smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes.  “I’m about ready to go.  I’d rather be in pajamas watching movies or something.”

“That’s how you want to spend your last single weekend?” Still watching Anna Kate, you nod your head.  “Alright, let me go smoke.  And we’ll head out.  This is about you, not me and her, okay?” With a nod of your head, she leaves, and you go back to your thoughts.  Wanting nothing more than a shower, and sleep.  

Poppy walks to the side of the club, lighting up her cigarette.  Taking a quick puff when she hears a girl moaning.  Rolling her eyes when it was coming from a car that was rocking.  She turns to the side, trying to ignore it, but the girl was so loud.  Feeding some  man’s ego with her fake pornographic mewls.  He couldn’t be that good.  

“Yeah!  You like that sheriff,” oh god.  The married sheriff getting his dick wet out by the pitiful local club.  “I could give it to you whenever you wanted.  Don’t want to worry about your virginal fiancé.”

“Shut up!”

Poppy looks back towards the door, and back to the car.  The sheriff was old, and definitely married.  But Anna Kate had made the comment about your fiancé wanting to run for sheriff earlier, and that’s how Poppy now referred to him.  It was too coincidental that this man was a possible cop, engaged to a virgin.  “Cole!  Cole I’m…I’m…”

“Mother fucker,” Poppy grunts, throwing her cigarette to the ground.  Stepping on it, she twists the ball of her foot on it, and waits for the little whore to get out of the car.

“So you gonna call me when you need to get laid?” She smirks, leaning over into the window.

“I guess we’ll see,” he grunts, zipping up his pants.  He looks over at her with distaste, “You can go now,” she stomps off, while Poppy is the next leaning in.  “I don’t pick up prostitutes.”

“Not a prostitute, officer Turner.  My name is Poppy,” he finally turns looking at the girl, and she gives him an arrogant smirk, “Poppy Sullivan.  I believe that you’re engaged to my cousin.  Now, does she know that you let girls ride you out in the Woody’s parking lot?  Not too discreetly either.  She was shouting your name, and calling you sheriff.  Had I not heard your name, I would have thought that Barry was cheating on his wife again.  But no, you’re cheating on my cousin.  The one who is fucking saving herself for a piece of shit like you.”

She spins on her heels, starting to walk right to you, with Cole right behind you, “Where are you going?”

“To tell your fiancé she’s making a huge mistake.”

“No.  No no no, please don’t,” she stops abruptly, and looks him up and down.  “Not tonight.  She won’t…what do you want?”

“For my cousin not to make a mistake.  Why not tonight?  She’s been off.  What the fuck did you do?” Poppy gives Cole an up and down look, god she hated him already.  Would never be able to look at you next to him, because he sure as hell did not deserve you.  She could see the appeal of him, but she couldn’t allow you to marry a cheating bastard.  “What the fuck did you do?”

“I see why she doesn’t talk about you.  You kiss your mom with that mouth?”

“No, I suck dick with this mouth.  How many fucking pussies you got on your line up.  You fucking more than that whore, who knows your fucking engaged?  What a twat, but you are the one in the damn relationship.  And why not tonight?  What did you do?”

“We got in an argument, and…I shouldn’t have done it.  It was wrong, but I don’t cheat on her.  I just…I was weak, and…”

“You tell her or I will.  You were weak.  Uh huh, that bull shit ain’t gonna work on me.  It might work on someone like her, but not me,” you and Anna Kate step out of the club, and you immediately hear his voice.  A voice that typically made you smile, and now you wanted to walk in the other direction, but then Poppy’s voice was arguing with him.

“I would think that Poppy was getting a ticket, but Cole isn’t in his uniform.  You gonna see what that’s about?” Reluctantly you head towards them, and Cole stops talking the second he sees you.  

Saying your name, he walks over to you.  Peppering kisses on you, holding your hips, but your hands stay by your side.  You don’t reciprocate any of his touches.  “Can I pick you up in the morning?” Your head shakes no, but you whisper out yes, and Poppy grits her teeth.  Something was wrong.  “We need to talk.”

“I don’t want to talk about what happened,” your voice was so soft, and you felt like everyone was staring at you.  Your eyes well up with tears, and you recoil away from him.  “I gotta go,” but he doesn’t let you go, “Cole, please.”

“Say you’ll let me pick you up.”

“Where are we going?”

“My house,” you shake your head no, “Peaches.”

“She said no, mother…”

“Poppy, stop.  Cole, just let me leave.  I’ll call you in the morning,” pushing his hands off you, he finally lets go, but grabs at your ring finger, rubbing his thumb over the diamond.

“I love you.”

“I’ll call in the morning.  Love you,” just like before you leave abruptly.  Not saying anything to Anna Kate or Poppy, but Anna Kate follows you.  Her sister, on the other hand, stares at Cole with the utmost hate.

“I don’t know what the fuck you did.  I do know you don’t deserve her, you piece of shit.  You have until noon tomorrow to tell her, because when I do, I’ll make sure she knows every fucking detail.”

“You really think that’s going to make her feel better?” He asks, tilting his head at Poppy.  “You think you really know better than I do for what she needs?”

“I know that while she’s remained faithful and true to you, you’re fucking skirts in your goddamn car.  Outside the club you knew she had to be at, you mother fucker.  You’re a sick fuck.  She will know, Cole.  It’s your choice how she finds out.  And if I find out you did something to her…”

“What?  I didn’t do Jack shit to her.  She is my fiancé,” Poppy scoffs as she walks towards the car.  There was nothing attractive about Cole.  Not a damn thing.  She hoped you didn’t forgive him.  Hope that you wouldn’t let his manipulation not get to you.  While she didn’t know what he did, she knew he was manipulating you.  Was trying to do it to her, but she saw him for what he was, a disgusting, loathsome, pig of a man.  If you chose to stay with him, she couldn’t support the marriage.  You deserved so much more than this idiot was offering you.

You deserved a man that would worship the ground that you walked on.  Would worship your body, and hold it and your choices sacred.  Would honor you and your marriage.  She saw what cheating in a marriage did to someone.  How it could destroy someone.  The only difference was it was the woman that was cheating, and on a good man.  It infuriated her that there were people willing to give their all for a relationship, while the partner did everything to destroy it, and their significant other’s trust.  

Poppy could find ten men that were worth more than Cole in this one horse town, but none would deserve you.  But what Cole was doing was unforgivable in her eyes.  You would have a lifetime of disappointment and misery with him.  And she hoped your pride and a small town wouldn’t make you like most women.  Just suck it up and don’t ‘air your dirty laundry’.  Cole was worse than dirty laundry.  That laundry couldn’t be cleaned.  It just needed to burn.  And if it was up to her, she would see Cole’s relationship with you go up in flames.  Would love to get you out of here, and free from this town.  There was more out there, and better people.  All she could do was hope.  And hope that you would open up, and that would be step one.  Until then, she would still do what she had to do.  And hoped that you saw him for what he really was.

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PART 3 (last part) The golden boy

Jamie Lannister x reader

Warnings: ABO, mentions of incest, light angst? Hurt/comfort, swearing, gore, smut, calming bites, heats, age gap

Last part <-

Your hands twitched, the need present again as you stared at him. You tugged him down and he rested on his elbows instead, breath mixing with yours. Cersei kept flashing through your mind, the hatred on her face, what she would do to you.

“She’ll kill me” you muttered turning your head and dropping your hands. He sighed resting his forehead on your temple.

“She won’t -“ you scoffed at his words.

“She’ll kill me and will make you watch while she says something like ‘I said don’t betray me’ or some shit, I-“ you had turned your head while you spoke, lips pressing against yours. He groaned lowly and you made a needy noise as your mine fogged over.

“Alpha” you mumbled against his lips and he growled kissing your harder. He leant awkwardly on his arm with no hand tugging at the strings of your undershirt. He huffed when he couldn’t get them done quick enough and went for the hem instead. You sat up slightly letting him tug it off and throw it on the floor before kissing you again. You could feel the annoyance in the kiss, feeling him lean on one side so he could touch you. You stopped him and he froze eyes widening with slight fear. You were shaking too and he pulled back a bit about to open his mouth when you pushed him onto his side, then back, you sitting atop him. He breathed deeply while you gulped nervously. Your hands shook as you untied the strings of his shirt and lifted it off. You struggled with where too look, hands resting on his chest. You could feel his hardness against your core making you feel even needier. You shuffled down onto his thighs, undoing the ties of his pants with shaky hands. His breathing was rapid as he watched you. You faltered for a bit before shuffling down his legs to take his pants off fully. He laid there naked while you stood at the end of the bed. His cock rested on his stomach now, hard and red. You swallowed before untying your pants and pushing them down before crawling atop him again. Your heat fogged your nervousness as you gripped his cock gently and stroked him. He hissed softly and you stopped thinking you did something wrong.

“Don’t stop, gods-“ he said and you resumed your gentle strokes. He shuddered under you, eyes closed, jaw tensed. You felt powerful, watching him like this under your touch. You were grinding against his thigh before impatience got to you. You moved up on your knees holding his cock and lining it up to your entrance. His eyes opened widely as you sunk down, groan escaping him while you choked on a sob. You held your breath rigidly feeling tears in your eyes at the stretch. You finally rested on his lap and cried softly. He sat up, hushing you gently, arm going around you. His hand wiped your tears away as he hushed you gently.

“Just breathe” he said soothingly as you did. You’d pushed yourself a bit too much.

“Relax” he whispered running his hand up and down your back. You rested your forehead against his taking shaky breaths. You finally felt the pain numb, your body relaxing and letting him in properly. You rocked your hips slightly hearing him let out a shaky moan. You were moving slowly, rocking your hips back and forth, head hung, hands planted firmly on his chest. You were letting out small pants before you slowly started to lift your hips with your movements. You kept your eyes closed focusing on what you were doing. You felt him match your movements, thrusting his hips up to meet you. You were whimpering and your legs were aching from this position. You struggled to keep up a pace before he lifted himself up and held you close. He flipped you both, the ache in your legs going as you straightened them out. He leant on his elbow while his hand clenched your thigh as he thrusted back in. You groaned quietly wrapping your arms around his neck and keeping him close as he set a pace. You held your breath and kept biting your lip so you didn’t make too much noise, the embarrassment of someone coming in would kill you. He was quickening in his pace and you struggled to keep quiet and breathe properly at the same time. You gripped his hair while your finger nails dug into his back. You felt his hand slid between your body’s, sliding down to touch your cunt and began to rub. Your back arched and you let out a moan. You felt him smirk against your neck as he panted by your ear. He quickened again and you bite the back of your arm.

“Bite me” he muttered raggedly in your ear and heat shot through you. He lifted his head giving you access to where the previous bite was. You stared at it for a moment before your mind blanked and you bit down. He groaned and found release. Your body shook as you let go and his teeth clamped down on your shoulder, binding you. You blanked again before feeling soft kisses around the new bite mark on your neck.

“You ok?” He asked lifting his head to look at you finally. You nodded a little dazed making him smile and press his lips gently to yours. You whimpered when he went to move, he hushed you gently slipping out slowly. You shuddered slightly before tugging him to you. He chuckled and frowned while you insisted he lay on you.

“I’ll squash you” he stated and you shrugged. He sighed lying his weight gently on you. You relaxed arms going around him, one hand on his back the other massaging his scalp. He hummed gently resting on your chest and relaxing. After some peace you thought back to your family, they’d outcast you got this for sure.

“Take me home” you muttered anyway and he tensed.

“Ok”

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Find me where the wild things are (5/5)

A/N: So this is the last chapter of this filthy little universe, thanks to everyone who’s read, commented and left little asks on Tumblr! And there are three new tags added so please read through those before reading!

Chapter Title – Mommy don’t know daddy’s getting hot Summary: Emily is just shy of 18 when she meets her mother’s new boyfriend, Aaron Hotchner. He’s 30 years older, he’s brooding, he’s kind of boring, he’s gorgeous. And she was screwed Word Count: 4,1k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, power dynamics, oral, dirty talk, daddy kink, daddy issues galore, overstimulation, sex toys, anal sex, anal play, orgasm control, breathplay/choking, cock warming

Emily thinks that her favorite thing about Aaron is the fact that he’s left-handed. Because that meant that when she sat in his lap and grinded on his cock, his right hand would be between her legs and rub slow, lazy circles over her clit while he could work write in his reports with the left. He could multi-task, that was her second favorite thing about him.

“Slow down.” He muttered against her ear, voice low and thick as he continued to read through papers Emily wasn’t paying any attention to even if she had wanted to.

“No.” She smirked, her hips rolling harder for emphasis and he makes a sound low in a throat, something between a growl and her name.

He put down the pen in his hand only to grab her hips with both hands, forcing her to still. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at her over her shoulder.

“I told you to sit here until I’m finished, or would you rather get down on the floor and I’ll use you as a fucking footstool?”

That made her pause, a shiver tingling up her spine at the threat, knowing from experience that he would make good on his threat. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and shook her head.

“Sorry daddy.” She whispered and his eyes glinted like they always did when she called him that, his cock twitching inside of her. “I’ll stop.” She added and it was another moment of his heated stare on her before he let go of her hips.

“You are here for me baby girl, to make your daddy feel good while he’s working. Don’t forget that.” His words were breathed against her ear, making her head fall back against his shoulder as her eyes closed. She heard the scratch of pen against paper soon after, felt his rough fingers back between her legs and toying with her clit and she fought everything in her not to grind against them.

This was one of his favorite pastimes, to have her seated on his lap if he had to work from his home office in the evenings, to feel the way her slick walls clung to him, the feeling of her clenching as he slowly nudged her closer to the edge. To have the visual of her naked on top of him while he was still fully clothed, his cock sticking out through the fly of his pants.

She moaned softly and she heard his satisfied hum against the skin of her neck, his lips always close as he kept his eyes on the reports he had to finish before giving her the attention she deserved. It wasn’t long until the low moans falling from her became needier, her hips twitching in an effort to stay still.

“Shh, it’s okay sweet thing, just relax.” In any other situation his words would be soothing, but now they were nothing less than taunting and her fingers gripped the fabric of his pants to keep from moving.

“Please.” She gasped, the tension in her belly building steadily, but too slow, too much and somehow not enough. It was a special kind of torture, one that she despised and adored. His hand slowed even more between her legs, his fingers barely moving against her swollen clit and she whined.

“Not yet.” He said simply and closed the file he had just finished, only to pick up a new one. He noticed how Emily’s eyes lingered quickly on the remaining folders, that she was calculating how much longer it would take until he was done and he thrust sharply into her, making her cry out. Aaron knew that she found it boring as well as exciting, that sitting still was close to impossible for her especially when she had nothing else to focus on besides the feeling of him inside of her. He loved it, loved to feel her wetness drip down his shaft, knew that she’d stain his pants with her want for him and that thought made satisfaction stir inside of him. The strain on her face was obvious, her jaw clenched, breathing labored, body tense as she tried to delay the inevitable.

His fingers kept the same agonizingly slow roll against her as he focused on the file in front of him again. The feeling of her soft, warm body against his was intoxicating, the soft whimpers and moans music to his ears. Her walls were trembling around him, her orgasm building by each gentle rub against her and he groaned quietly at the feeling of her tightening.

“Daddy, fuck, please.” She finally begged again, on the brink of her release and he murmured softly.

“Do it.” He told her simply and she soaked his lap as she came with a strangled cry, her hips buckling into his hand and back on his cock as mumblings of thank you and daddy and filthy words fell from her lips until she stopped trembling and simply slumped in his lap, head falling back on his shoulder.

“Good girl.” He signed his initials on a piece of paper, barely sparing her a second glance, most of his focus still on work as he returned his hand to her clit, his thumb moving up and down against it with a little more pressure than before.

Emily gasped, eyes rolling back but she stayed put, kept her body still as he started to build up her pleasure again.

It was going to be a long night.

 *

 Aaron got the call from Elizabeth that she was coming home a few days earlier than planned while he was driving home from work. It’s a mix of emotions all at once, because in the midst of whatever this thing with Emily was, he had still missed his wife, had still twisted his wedding band as a reminder that this was something temporary. They had talked about it too, Emily confident that it would be easy to stop when it was time.

“I’ll be back at college anyways.” She would shrug and because he wanted to believe her, against his better judgement, he did.

“I’ll be landing on Thursday.” Elizabeth says just as he’s driving up the long driveway towards their home.

“I’ll try to be home, honey.” He promises but he knows that he doesn’t need to explain his ever-changing schedule to her. It was one of the things he loved about her.

“I know. But if you’re not that’s okay. And this way I get to spend the weekend with Emily before she leaves.”

“That’s good.” He’s thankful that his voice doesn’t waver, even as he swallows down a lump of unease. “I have to go, but we’ll speak tomorrow.” He parks the car and his eyes drift towards the house where he knew Emily was waiting for him.

“Sounds good, I love you.”

“Love you too.” He says and hangs up. His steps feel heavy as he makes his way towards the front door. He wasn’t in love with Emily, if anything his feelings towards her were carnal, filthy, but that didn’t mean that he was ready to stop yet.

“Emily?” He calls out but doesn’t get a response. With a sigh he makes his way upstairs and towards her bedroom. He didn’t bother knocking, finds her on her bed reading a book and wearing nothing but one of his shirts and he forces himself to swallow down a groan at the sight of her.

“Hey.” She smiles at him but it falls from her lips when she sees the look on his face. “You alright?”

“Yes.” He closes the door and walks across her room to sit on the edge of the bed, hand landing on her knee. “Your mother called, she’s coming back on Thursday.”

Emily simply looks at him for a moment, studying him as she tries to read him. When she finally does her shoulders fall slightly.

“Oh.” She put the book down beside her. “So, you want to stop?”

“I think that’s best.” He tells her and she nods. “Besides, you’re leaving for school next week, so it was about time we did.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” She smiles again, this time small and reassuring. “Stop looking at me like you’re afraid I’ll break.” The tone is teasing and relaxed and it made him breathe a sigh of relief. “We both knew what this was.”

“And you think we can pretend that this summer didn’t happen?”

“That’s what we agreed on.” She leans a little closer to him and presses a soft kiss against his lips. “If mother wonders why we can suddenly say more than 10 words to each other, we’ll just say we had the chance to bond over the summer.”

The laugh he lets out at that is loud. They had both known that this would eventually end, he was just happy that it seemed to be easier than he thought.

 *

 It was not as easy as he had thought.

Elizabeth comes home and it only seems like that makes Emily want him more. She goes back to acting like she had before all of this started, goes back to flirting and leaving with innuendos and dirty smirks that her mother doesn’t catch on to.

Dinners feel awkward and forced, he was used to Elizabeth and Emily not getting along, so their passive aggressive comments and arguments felt like going back in time to before she moved away for college. But when they used to fight at dinner before Emily moved away, her foot most certainly never moved up his leg to gently graze his cock.

He sent her a warning look that she only seemed to relish in receiving as she told her mother off with another snappy comment. He wasn’t even aware of what they were arguing about this tone, his focus mostly on the way his foot moved over his groin.

“That’s enough, Emily!” Elizabeth huffs stands angrily, causing Aaron to look back at his wife. “You’re still acting like a child, I thought a year at college would have forced you to grow up a bit.”

“Trust me mother, I’m all grown up.”

Aaron doesn’t miss the way the corner of her lip tugs into a smirk but he has no time to comment on it before Elizabeth walks away, muttering about needing to finish up work.

“You need to stop.” He tells her once he’s sure his wife is way out of earshot.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her dark eyes glint with something menacing and Aaron has to keep himself from grabbing her hair and force her onto her knees before him.

“We said we’d stop, you can’t do this.” His voice is low, knuckles white as he grips his utensils tightly.

“We have one more day before I leave, I say, we make the most of it. One last time.” Emily pushes away from the table and stands up, the same dirty look in her eye. “What do you say…daddy?” She smirks when he lets out a breathy groan but Aaron remained sitting, forcing himself to calm and to not react more than he already had.

“No.” He says firmly and Emily lets out a giggle, the sound bordering on arrogant.

“Okay.” She shrugs and turns to walk out of the dining room too, leaving him with the sounds of her steps getting further and further away.

 It didn’t surprise her when her bedroom door creaked open in the middle of the night. She knew that he would come eventually, knew that he wouldn’t let her get away with acting the way she had for the last few days.

It’s 3am, it’s too late, too risky, but he hadn’t been able to sleep, his mind on Emily, his body tense with want for her. She grins when his eyes land on her, wordlessly pulls the cover off herself to show the impossibly small panties she’s wearing. The only thing she’s wearing.

“What are you waiting for?” She asks quietly and he doesn’t think he’s ever moved so fast, not stopping until he’s towering over her. His grip on her jaw is tight as he holds her face and she hisses in discomfort.

“You want me to fuck you? You want to be my little slut while your mother is down the hall?” The words are spat in her face and he sees the effect they have on her immediately.

“Y-yes.” She breathes, her small hand on his wrist in a vain attempt to get him to loosen his hold on her.

“You’re going to have to be quiet.” He lets go of her only to pull off his t-shirt and then lays back on her bed. “Think you can manage that?”

Emily straddles him quickly, her touch warm as she leans over him to graze her lips against his.

“I’ll be quiet, I promise daddy.”

His lips on her are claiming and rough, his tongue pushing past her lips. He keeps her against him while they both work together to get his boxers off his hips.

“Get me hard.” He orders and she doesn��t waste any time kissing over his stubbled jaw, down his chest, until she’s between his legs. Aaron grabs a couple of pillows to prop himself up to watch her, his dark eyes heated when she looks back up at him.

Her tongue is wet and hot when she licks the length of him slowly, teasingly. She lets out a low sound of contentment at the taste of him, sucks the tip of him softly and his hips jerk. He reacts quickly as she slowly sucks him, lazily pumps the base of him, her eyes on his.

“You can do better than that.” He mutters and she feels her clit throb as she swallows more of him, takes him all the way down her throat and gags. She knew that he loved that sound, is proven right when his fingers tangle in her hair to guide her up and down, holds her against him for a few seconds as she tries swallowing around him before releasing her.

She pulls back with a gasp, spit on her lips and chin and cheeks flushed. Her hand moves inside her underwear and her fingers are met by wet heat as she starts to finger herself while continuing take him deep in her throat, the moan from her vibrating around him.  

“That’s it.” His voice is thick with tension as he continues to watch the way she sucks him, takes in the little whimpers and the way her eyes turn glassy as she gags willingly around his cock. He memorizes the way her tongue feels, how she looks as she fingers herself in front of him, her hips rocking into her own hand.

“Can I ride you?” She pulls off enough to breathe the words desperately, her hand wrapping around his shaft to pump him. When he nods and puts both hands under his head with a smirk she quickly pulls her underwear off to join his on the floor.

“Don’t think I won’t gag you if you’re too loud.” He mutters just as she sinks down on him, taking all of him in one go. “Now, ride me baby girl, while I enjoy the show.”

Emily starts by slowly rolling her hips, still needs a moment to get used to him. She leans back, plants her hands on his strong thighs as she starts to ride him, moving up and down with breathy moans that she tries to hold back but fails to do. But she had never been good at being quiet, especially not with him and she knew that if someone were to walk outside her bedroom, the sound coming from her would no doubt be heard.

“Fuck you feel good.” She groaned, head thrown back and eyes closed as she lifted her hips up and down, the muscles of her thighs tensing.

“It’s been minutes, and you’re already forgetting the one thing I told you.” He sighed and reached for her, his hand enclosing around her throat to tug her down closer to him. The look in her eye as she looked down at him was a mix of arousal and shame, her breathing hitching as he squeezed around her throat warningly. “Don’t stop.” He breathed against her face and her hips rocked harder into him, faster and faster as he kept his hand around her airway. He squeezed sporadically, saw the look of pure euphoria on her face as their breaths mingled together through pants.

“Daddy,” Her voice was barely audible, the word squeezed out as she jerked on his lap. “can I come?” She asked and his smile turned feral at how well he had trained her. Her hips buckled on his lap, one of her hands sneaking between their bodies to rub her clit while the other was wrapped around his wrist.

“Pathetic little thing, aren’t you.” He whispered and she whimpered in response, her body moving harder against his. “You want to be so good for me, so good for your daddy.” He squeezed hard around her throat and Emily’s eyes rolled back.

She squeezed around him, her slick walls tightening as she chased her release. She couldn’t speak, not with his hand pressing hard enough for her to go lightheaded but with him she had never needed many words. Her eyes found his, dazed and insistent and he nodded,

“Come.” He released her just as her body spasmed, his lips covering hers to muffle the moan he knew she wouldn’t be able to hold back.

Emily kissed him just as eagerly as she rode out her high, her body buzzing with adrenaline, high on him. When she came down her hips slowed until she only lazily rocked into him and the only sounds coming from her were soft mewls and heaving breaths.

“I really should just stuff your cute little panties in your mouth.” He muttered with a small grin before lifting her off him and quickly pushed her face down into the bed. He straddled the back of her thighs, let his cock rest between her ass cheeks for a moment as he massaged them. “Love your ass, baby girl.” He spread her cheeks and pushed back inside of her with a swift thrust and then spat on the hole above it.

“Please.” She pleaded before he had the chance to do anything else, her hips pushing up against him. He snickered lowly at her desperation but still complied and pushed his thumb into her ass. Emily buried her face into the bed, muffling the moans that threatened to spill as he pushed his cock and thumb in and out in tandem.

“Such a good girl.” Aaron leaned over her, his lips by her ear as he spoke. “Are you going to come again for me?” His hips snapped harder into her, knew that he was pushing against her spot from the way she was clinging to the sheets.

“Yes, yes I’m gonna come again.” She nodded, then turned her head enough for him to kiss her. She sighed into his mouth, barely held back the groan in her throat when he straightened behind her, fucking her hard and fast and deep enough that she knew that she’d feel him for days.

“Do it, prove how good you are for me.” He whispered through his own labored breathing, his body covered in sweat. He looked down at where she was splitting apart for him, her slick making his shaft shiny and he had to hold back his own growl. He could feel her clenching around his cock and thumb as he kept thrusting inside both her holes.

Emily was pretty sure that the scream that left her would have woken up the entire house if she hadn’t buried her face in the mattrass. Her body shook under his, the pleasure making her feel lightheaded as Aaron continued to fuck her through it, drawing it out for as long as possible. She barely had time to catch her breath before she felt him rolling her over, slipping out of her for a moment before he was between her legs, fucking her hard and deep again.

“Look at you, all fucked out already.” He muttered against her neck, his lips rough as he nipped at her skin.

Emily’s fingers dug into him, her nails close to stinging and he was quick to pin her wrists above her head.

“No marks.” He muttered and she nodded, thankful that he at least had the thought to remember that detail. His eyes were dark and wide as he looked down at her, lust and dominance reflected in them and she found herself staring up at him.

“Come inside of me.” She breathed and his hips jerked. “I want to feel you until the morning, want to drip with you at the breakfast table.”

“Fuck.” He hissed, his body reacting to her like it always did. “Dirty thing, want to leak with your daddy’s cum.”

“Yes, yes, please daddy.” Whatever else she was going to say was muffled, the hand not holding her wrists covering her mouth when she got too loud. He slowed his thrusts, rolled his hips against hers to make sure she felt every inch of him inside of her.

“First you’re going to come for me again.” He told her with a dark smirk, his hand moving her head for her so she was nodding.

She never really understood how he did it, how he made her fall over the edge over and over again like it was nothing. But it was only a few minutes later and her legs were wrapped around his waist, thighs trembling and her muffled moans turning needier.

“It’s like you want us to get caught.” He gasped, his own release getting close. “Like you want your mother to find you like this, fucked by your stepdad.”

It seemed to be last push and she came again with a breathy moan, her back arching into his chest as her body seemed to completely give in to him and the pleasure he caused. The spasming of her already tight walls around him was enough to push Aaron over the edge too. His own groan was muffled against her neck, his hips pressed flush against her as he grinded into her, making sure to come as deep as possible inside of her.

“Fuck, you pretty little thing, always makes me feel so good.” He mumbled against her sweaty skin. His hands turned gentle, his lips lingering against her jaw before pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

“I have to say.” She chuckled dryly, her chest heaving as she pushed some hair out of her face. “I’m going to miss this.”

“Me too.”

 *

 It had been quiet as she packed up the last of her things the next day. Aaron had helped her carry the bags down the stairs, had watched the tense goodbye between daughter and mother. He’s not surprised that Elizabeth disappears quickly after hugging her, a phone call with the embassy in Germany on hold and he shakes his head at his wife.

“It’s fine, Aaron. This is how it’s always been.” Emily smiles as she fiddles with her car key. “I- uhm, I had a good summer.”

“So did I.” He lets himself graze her upper arm quickly, reveled in the smoothness of her skin.

“No regrets?” She chuckles but he hears the slight strain in it and he’s quick to shake his head.

“Not one.” He promises, and it’s true. What had happened between them was no doubt wrong, but he didn’t regret it. When he meets her eye there’s a look of understanding in them and he smiles softly. He watched as she picked up her bag and flung it over her shoulder with a confident smirk, any trace of doubt gone as quickly as it had appeared.

“I think I’ve changed my mind.” She said as she leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest.

“About what?” He asked, genuinely curious because he knew that look in her eye.

“I said I would stay at uni for Christmas, but I think I’ve changed my mind.” Her smirk widened when he caught on, his own lips tugging up at the thought.

“Is that so?” His eyes swept over her when she pushed off from the doorframe and walked closer to him.

“I’ll be back for Christmas, Daddy.”

[sebsxphia]

Hey! I had a thot for you :)

Imagine dom! Bob coming home from deployment and doing an inspection. Reader didn't touch herself the entire deployment and has to undergo a final inspection before she gets to cum.

Reader is going through Bob's bag and putting stuff away from laundry when he hugs her from behind, and whispers in her ear "your inspection is scheduled for 22:30 hours. I hope everything is in order." Reader nods, signalling a yes. Bob gives her a peck on her cheek and goes to do his laundry.

When the clock strikes 22:30, Reader is in their shared bedroom, clad in a comfy sweatshirt and leggings, waiting for Bob. She's constantly thinking whether she should change into something sexier when Bob enters the room, carrying a water bottle and his phone.

Reader, on seeing Bob in his white t-shirt and grey sweatpants, sits up straighter. She tries to reach for him, but he steps back, and says "you don't get to touch me or yourself, or cum, unless I tell you to do so." Reader whispers "yes sir" as a reply.

Bob puts the items on his desk and sits next to Reader on the bed. He gives her a small smile, before pulling her in front of him.

He removes her clothes first, taking his own sweet time with it. He kisses her lips and remarks "kissing capabilities improved. Have you gotten some practice while I was away?" Reader shakes her head, still unable to say anything. He then takes off her pants and pulls her down to his lap. He makes her grind on his lap, edging her but not letting her cum. Reader starts whining as soon as she say down on his lap. On seeing this, Bob said "my darling has become needier than the last time I saw her. Good thing I'm here to take care of it now." If Reader could have glared at him, she would've.

Bob then has her lie on his knees, ass up, and inspects her ass hole. He lubes his finger up and inserts himself, seeing how much she can take him, occasionally noting her desperation, but purposely not doing much to solve it. He checks her pussy, her thighs, how many times she can be spanked before going over the edge ("her capacity seems to have improved, which leads me to believe that she's had practice", Bob chuckles. He kisses her head and ass and says "I'm proud of you darling.") , before laying her on the bed.

By this time, Reader is on the edge, and is just waiting to cum. He sheds his clothes, tugging on his dick, trying to get some relief. He climbs on top of Reader, and tells her about his findings. After patiently listening to his findings, he finally puts his dick inside her, pushing her over the edge within 2 minutes. Bob loses control soon after. They continue fucking in multiple poses, with Bob putting his dick in whichever opening he can find.

Finally, after a few rounds, they relax. Bob carries Reader bridal style to the restroom, while he changes the sheets and adds them to the laundry basket. He then carries Reader back to their room, has her drink water, let her come back to her senses by giving her plenty aftercare, and then sleeping together.

Thankfully, it's a weekend. Bob can make thorough notes and write them in their sex book.

(bonus points if he does his inspection while wearing something formal, like a shirt and trousers and records his notes in a walkie-talkie)

Feel free to ignore if you wish to do so.

phewwwwww! this was such a hot thot, omg! you know how much i love inspection thots 🤤 and if i too, saw bob enter in his white t-shirt and grey sweatpants, i would very much pay attention to anything that he has to say and do anything that he asks for 😵‍💫 this was so hot to read, thank you so much for this delicious thot, my dear anon! 💌

[separatist-apologist]

A Mythical Thing

I'm begging for you to take my hand. Wreck my plans.

Summary: A creature of scales and shadows lurks just beyond the woods. Watching.

Waiting.

For a priestess bathed in light and the shimmering bond that tethers them together.

A moment of impulsivity drives them together, wrapping them in fates golden ribbon.

Azriel will do anything to make her his.

Read More: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | AO3

CW: Dragon monster (more like shifter); past mentions of SA; human men.

Gwyn woke to the feeling of Azriel’s tongue on her neck. It wasn’t quite morning given the lack of light coming through the window, which meant it wasn’t time to get started for the day. She suspected he’d planned this moment exactly right, that he’d calculated in his mind exactly how much time he’d be allotted in bed with her. 

He was still unclothed and Gwyn hoped he stayed that way more often given how utterly magnificent he was. Her first true man—or male, whatever—and Gwyn was pleased by how much she liked the sight of him. There had always been the worry in the back of her mind that maybe she’d just never enjoy sex again. A silly thing, given priestesses were forced to abstain.

They hadn’t had sex, of course.

But she wanted to.

Oh, how Gwyn was looking forward to it as his mouth continued its hot slide over her sensitive skin. She was overdressed, she thought ruefully and felt a little embarrassed at the thought of just pulling her clothes off. Still, Azriel’s mouth ended at the neckline of her dress with a soft huff of air.

“Pleasant dreams?” he whispered, sucking at her skin softly. She squirmed, no longer able to pretend she was asleep.

“Of you,” she admitted. That had been true, at least. He was wholly responsible for the throbbing ache between her legs. 

He hummed his approval, his tongue running back up her neck. “I know.”

“How?” she demanded, fully intending to call him out. Azriel’s smile was sleepy—beautiful, too, by all accounts.

“I could smell your arousal. Who else would provoke such a—”

“You can what?!” 

He only chuckled, kissing her softly. “I can scent your fear, too. It’s the benefit of being like me. Heightened senses, dragon form…a pretty mate.” 

“Seems a little gross,” she whispered, just in time for another kiss. Azriel hovered over her, brushing hair off her face.

“It was in the barracks,” he admitted. “But with you…you smell nice, even when you dream of me. Tell me what I was doing.”

“Why?” she asked him, breathless as his hand slid over her clad torso looking for the hem of her night dress. 

“I want to please you half as well as you’ve pleased me,” he replied, his words hot against her jaw. She didn’t stop him, letting him pull up her dress beneath the blanket so her lower body was exposed to his fingers.

“I…” she whispered, arching without meaning to when he brushed just beneath her cunt. He left the blanket where it was despite his obvious interest. She appreciated that, still weirdly self-conscious over the whole thing. She supposed that was just part of a good first time–maybe she would have always been nervous and shy. 

They both exhaled in time when he found that slick bundle of nerves. Gwyn couldn’t help her reaction, rolling into the touch. 

“You like that?” he whispered, kissing before she could answer. His mouth only made the rubbing feel better, combining sensations until she was panting against his tongue and gripping his muscular shoulders. His touch was slow and unhurried which made her feel needier by comparison. She wanted him to move quicker, to give in to the instinctual demands her body was making. 

Gwyn panted into his mouth, grinding against his hand until Azriel took the hint and began rubbing faster circles with the calloused pad of his finger. She moaned what she thought was an embarrassing sound until the man—male, whatever—beside her began rubbing his lower body against the sheets. He was aroused too, she realized. Touching her was doing something for him, too. That knowledge left her breathless with wonder. She raked her nails through his thick, dark hair, back arched as Azriel continued stroking. She was so punishingly close, so desperate to finish that Gwyn whined, all but begging him to let her.

His quick, efficient circles were enough. Her whole body went taunt and loose, muscles locking as that first shockwave slammed through her. She broke the messy kissing, bowing off the bed while he continued, determined to ride her through it. Only when pleasure began edging into over-sensitive pain did Gwyn push his hand away, still working to catch her breath.

Azriel kept his forehead pressed against her temple, caressing her jaw with the hand that hadn't been between her thighs. 

“Was that good for you?” he asked her, peppering her cheek with soft kisses. Gwyn could only nod. Words failed her in that moment–even the world itself felt as if it ought to be different somehow. Not that she was changed, but maybe Azriel was altering her somehow. She tilted her head, lips pressed to his for a soft kiss. 

“Again?” she asked him hopefully. He groaned, burying his face in her shoulder before pushing off the bed. His cock was just as big, just as thick as she remembered and practically purple with need. 

“We have business in town,” he reminded her. “I can wait.”

“You don’t look like you can wait,” she said reasonably. Azriel’s eyes fluttered shut, like he was on the very edge of his restraint. 

“I can wait,” he repeated, shoving himself into his pants. That was the final word on the matter though Gwyn had a million questions about it. His cock looked like it was in pain. She opened her mouth to ask him if that was true and Azriel, catching sight of her face, headed her off.

“I can wait, sweet mate. Get dressed,” he added with a half smile. 

Gwyn scrambled out of bed, grabbing one of the buttoned down dresses folded neatly beside his things. Azriel left the room to offer her privacy. Gwyn slipped on the amethyst colored gown, practically vibrating with excitement. Before Azriel, she’d only ever seen two places in her entire life—the village she was born in and the temple. Now she’d seen the Illyrian mountains and she’d see the town Azriel clearly lived just outside of.

Leaving her hair unbound, Gwyn thundered down the steps, hoping he wouldn’t mind that she didn’t have it in her to butcher breakfast again. He was waiting just at the bottom, catching her when she all but crashed into the solid mass of his body. Leaning up on her tiptoes, Gwyn pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Azriel flushed. “Happy?” he asked, his voice a near purring rumble.

“Yes,” she agreed, still thinking about this new adventure. “I have a question.”

Azriel reached behind him for her cloak. “I have an answer.”

“Could we go anywhere?” she asked, ignoring how he was all but dressing her for the cold. 

He frowned and Gwyn was certain he was going to tell her no. That she had to stay so he could keep her safe, that the world was too big and ugly for her. The priestesses in the temple had said so for years. She thought it would hurt infinitely worse to hear those words come out of Azriel’s mouth.

“Where would you like to go?” he asked instead. Gwyn gaped, stilling long enough for Azriel to jam a hat on her head. Gwyn blinked.

“I don’t know…anywhere, I guess?”

Azriel frowned. “The world is big. While we’re out, we’ll get a map and you can pick a place to visit.”

“And you’ll take me?” she breathed, heart pounding in her throat. Azriel seemed confused, offering up gloves. 

“Let’s pick a place, first,” he murmured, nodding for her to put them on. Gwyn did, bouncing from heel to heel with excitement.

“But we’ll go? If we get a map and I pick a place, we’ll go? Together?”

Azriel huffed, clearly exasperated. “I’m not going to send you alone. Of course we’ll go together.”

Musing to herself while Azriel turned his back for the door, she murmured, “Maybe after we’re married—or mated. That’s how it’s done, right? A honeymoon?”

Azriel was utterly stiff in front of her, expression unreadable given he was facing away from her. She heard him clear his throat and when he turned to look over his shoulder, Gwyn thought he looked just as he had when she’d been slowly exploring his frame. Azriel only nodded.

“Whenever you like, my mate,” he murmured, reaching out his hand to caress the little bit of her face that was still visible through the layers of clothing. “Today, we go to town, though.” Gwyn smiled.

“Town it is. Lead the way, Az.”

AZRIEL: 

He couldn’t help his swaggering when they arrived in the village. Gwyn wanted to accept their bond after only a few days together. He was preening when they landed, silent and smirking at the other males all watching jealously. It was one thing when Lucien had come with a female—he was wild, hardly one of them. Perhaps it was pure luck for Lucien.

Not for Azriel. Now it was real. Cassian watched the whole thing with an uncomfortable expression. Not out of fear for Gwyn. They both knew not one dragon was willing to go up against Azriel for his female. Not if they valued their life, at any rate.

It was for the rest of the human females lurking below, unaware of what was lurking below. Cassian gestured for the pair to follow him, waiting in the square where more than a few watched with eager fascination. Gwyn, too, was staring right back, her teal eyes wide and curious. Azriel set a scarred hand on her shoulder and led her over the dark cobblestone streets towards Cassian’s home a mere block down. 

Gwyn began pulling off her scarf and hat, her cheeks just as flushed as they’d been when he’d had his hand between her legs. Maybe taking her out was a mistake. The others would see how beautiful she was, would—

Cassian cleared his throat. “You should send her down to Emeries shop,” he said. It wasn’t really a request. Azriel sighed, fishing in his pockets for coins. Emerie was expensive. 

“A girl?” Gwyn asked him, lips parted. He wanted to kiss her so badly he knew it was making him look stupid in front of his best friend and brother. “I thought—”

“There are a few,” Cassian interrupted, earning a soft growl from Azriel. Cassian brushed it off, though Azriel wondered how he’d like it if another male interrupted his female. How did Cassian stand it, knowing she was down with the humans when she should be with him? Azriel thought he’d have lived just outside Gwyn’s home, if only to keep an eye on her day and night.

“Does she have a mate?”

Azriel and Cassian both laughed without meaning to. Emerie, who preferred the company of females to males, was in the same predicament as the rest of them. With precious few full-blooded dragons left, she was left alone like the rest of them. 

“No mate,” Azriel told her, deciding Emerie could be the one to tell Gwyn her preferences if she liked. 

“That doesn’t bother the males?” she continued. Cassian went so rigid.

“They have no say,” Azriel murmured gently. She would learn. All the humans who came to live among them would acclimate and learn. More and more, Azriel wished Cassian had been onboard with slaughtering every human male and just restarting with what they already had. 

“I’ll take her over,” Azriel added, wanting another moment alone with Gwyn before Cassian dumped whatever pressing problem he needed to discuss in Azriel’s lap. Cassian nodded, letting Az lead Gwyn back into the bright, sunny morning. The snow had been cleared from the streets and surrounding parks, letting the lovely grass that grew sway in a chilly breeze. He let himself view his home through new eyes, Rows upon rows of vibrantly colored homes with pointed black rooftops were lined against the sloping mountainside, broken by a grid of streets carefully laid centuries before. Shops with red and blue awnings invited people inside, laying their wares along open glass windows. People milled about far less bundled than Gwyn which allowed their blue and purple and red scales to glimmer in the sunlight. Azriel recalled that ribbon of gold around Elain Archeron’s neck—what would his scales look like imprinted on Gwyn? 

It made him tight just thinking about it. 

He pushed open the cheerful yellow door of Emerie’s shop, their presence marked by a jangling bell just overhead. Emerie sold clothing, something Gwyn might like given Azriel had been picking it out for her and had no idea what females really liked to wear. The female herself was waiting at the counter with wide brown eyes.

Emerie watched him lead Gwyn in, the iridescent white of her scales catching in the sunlight. Set against the lovely brown of her skin, Emerie was probably the most beautiful female their kind had ever produced. Dark hair was set in a simple braid trailing over her shoulder, her full mouth parted with surprise. 

“I’d heard, but…” she breathed, just as excited as everyone else. A human female mated to one of them meant they might all have mates. “I’m Emerie.”

Gwyn, sweet as she was, bounded forward. “Gwyn.”

“I need to speak with Cassian. You’ll let her pick some things out?”

Emerie looked him up and down. “Put it on your tab?” she asked, eyebrow arched. As if Azriel had ever ordered more than a pair of pants at a time. 

“Whatever she likes,” he dismissed. “I’ll be back in an hour or less.”

“What’s your rush?” Emerie asked him with a knowing smile. Azriel was well aware his need was likely rolling off him in waves and any dragon in a fifty mile radius could likely scent it. Gwyn, lovely as she was, was utterly oblivious. Azriel had been lying when he told her he could wait that morning. His erection was just carefully rearranged so no one could see it. He had hoped, foolishly in retrospect, that the cold might temper the heat racing in his veins.

He said nothing else to Emerie. He merely ran his knuckles over Gwyn’s cheek before returning outdoors to speak with Cassian. 

“How are things going?” Cassian asked the moment Azriel snapped the door closed. 

“Good,” he all but gloated. 

“Is she going to accept the bond?”

Azriel was preening as he said, “Yes. She said as much this morning.”

Cassian ran a hand over his mouth, dropping into one of his leather chairs. “We need rules before there are a flood of males in the villages. The humans are already nervous after the fight. They’ll be looking for any excuse to retaliate.”

Azriel stared pointedly. Cassian knew his opinion on things. How many times did the humans get to threaten to exterminate them before enough was enough? Cassian would never agree and Azriel would do as Cassian asked, both out of loyalty and hierarchy. Cassian was their leader, their general, and hadn’t abandoned them when even their king went silent. 

“I’m bringing Nesta up tomorrow,” Cassian told him softly, interrupting Azriel’s fantasy of killing the males and ending their violence once and for all. 

“Oh?” Azriel didn’t know a thing about her.

“Her sisters are gone and I don’t like her alone in that house. You’ll bring Gwyn down so she has company?” 

It was both a question and a command. “She dislikes yours?”

“I’m busy,” Cassian said with a sigh. “And she is…nervous. Having a friend would help ease some of her fears and honestly, would probably be good for every new female that comes to live up here.”

“Is she nice?” Azriel asked. Cassian shifted.

“Nice has nothing to do with her,” he finally said. “It’s not negotiable. You’ll let her spend time with Gwyn…Emerie too, if she likes. It will do them all some good and you can go back to training new recruits.”

Azriel couldn’t hide his displeasure. All things he’d once enjoyed so much, now seemed dull in comparison to the female who’d been in his bed the night before. He still had the rest of his day, and likely the next given Cassian would be consumed with settling his own mate in and making her feel comfortable and safe. 

Azriel offered a nod and nothing else. It was enough to pacify Cassian, at least, who blew out a breath and gestured for Azriel to sit. “Help me draft up a treaty between us and the humans.” As if the humans would honor it. Still, Azriel sat and did what his friend did. Cassian had hope for the future, for a world in which they could mingle among each other.

And Azriel believed in Cassian, if nothing else.

GWYN:

“So,” Gwyn began once the door slammed shut behind Azriel. 

Emerie smiled. “Go ahead.”

“You’re a lady dragon,” Gwyn immediately gushed, crossing the wood floor for the sleek glass counter Emerie stood behind. “I thought there were only men.”

“Mostly,” she agreed. “But some of us survived and others were born after the conflict.”

“Which one were you?” she asked breathlessly as Emerie began pulling out bolts of fabric. 

“Born,” she said easily. “And before you ask, no mate.”

“I wasn’t going to. I don’t think women live and die around men,” Gwyn replied, earning another easy smile from the pretty Emerie. “Is this your shop?”

Emerie nodded. “All mine. Inherited it from my father, the bastard.”

“Women can’t inherit things where I’m from,” Gwyn murmured, running her fingers over the glass. 

Emerie leaned forward, dark eyes glimmering with interest. “Really?”

Gwyn nodded. 

“So how do women make a living?”

“Their husbands or fathers oversee everything,” Gwyn said, thinking of her own missing father. “Or, if the village is really small, all the men sort of look after someone.”

“And that works?” Emerie asked skeptically. “In my experience, males don’t understand females very well.”

“Sometimes,” Gwyn conceded, not willing to share just how badly it had gone for her. “It depends on the man.”

“And you’re mates with Azriel?” Emerie clarified, gesturing for Gwyn to pick a piece of fabric. She was partial to the cerulean blue, not in part because it reminded her of Azriel’s scales. 

“Is that a bad thing?” Gwyn asked, thinking of just how little she knew about him.

“There are worse males,” Emerie conceded. “Better ones, too, but not by much. He is wholly decent if not a little violent.”

“Maybe I like a little violence,” Gwyn replied with a smile. Emerie slid the rest of the fabric beneath the counter with a matching grin.

“Then you’ll fit in just fine up here. We all like a little violence now and again.”

“He’s teaching me how to fight.”

Emerie’s brows raised skyward. “Is he teaching a class?”

Gwyn perked up. “I could ask. You want to learn to fight?”

“Because there are so few females,” Emerie began, pulling out a cloth measuring tape and wrapping it around Gwyn’s waist, “The males get nervous about any of us joining them as soldiers. We used to. There was a whole unit of us. We can’t join if no one will teach us.”

“I could ask,” Gwyn said, wanting so badly for a friend that she would have done anything in that moment if it meant Emerie kept smiling at her like she actually liked her. Gwyn had struggled in the temple to make friends, in part because of how she’d arrived. 

Temptress.

What did they say about her now? Did they even know? Or did they think she’d just vanished. It had been a lonely existence for Gwyn, desperate for even one person she could confide in and constantly being met with walls of stone and sneering faces. 

Catrin would have liked Emerie, she thought. 

Catrin would have liked Azriel, too.

“You should know,” Emerie began, jotting down each new measurement as she obtained them, “That a male can’t tell his mate no.”

“Oh. So then he’ll definitely agree,” Gwyn smiled, missing the innuendo in Emerie’s voice. She caught it when Emerie raised her eyebrows suggestively. “Oh.”

“He’ll have to ask Cassian,” Emerie said. “He gets the final say.”

“Maybe we’ll get lucky,” Gwyn said with a smile, wondering if what she’d done the night before would be enough to sway Azriel’s opinion. 

The conversations shifted into other things—Emerie gave Gwyn a rundown of her people and the city while Gwyn told Emerie, maybe foolishly, about her sister and how badly she wanted to go back and visit her grave. It was too much to put on a brand new friend and yet Emerie had cast some spell over her shop that made it easy to tell her how she felt. Maybe Emerie was offering her kindness with no expectation of anything in return.

And it wasn’t as if Emerie didn’t reciprocate. She told Gwyn all about her cruel father and how relieved she’d been when he’d died. How he’d threatened to marry her off, mate or not, and how his death had spared Emerie from a terrible marriage to a cousin she loathed. Gwyn wasn’t the only one who craved connection.

Azriel came too soon, his hazel eyes dark and openly frustrated. His posture was a far cry from who he’d been that morning. Gwyn swore she’d be back–and soon–and then she was back on Azriel’s terrifying scaled back. There was no possibility in which she fell and yet flying among the clouds, so that the city and everything in it was lost would take a little getting used to. 

It was freedom like she’d never imagined. Gwyn was jealous of Azriel and his wings, though she would never have admitted it. 

“How did things go with Cassian?” she asked once they’d landed. Azriel licked his lips, a heavy bag slung over his shoulder. 

“The humans are restless,” he said, letting her back into the warmth of his home. “We finished the treaty. I made sure to incorporate your suggestions.”

Gwyn began peeling the layers of clothing off her body. “You’re so sweet.”

Moody, frustrated Azriel looked at her, practically beaming at her praise. He hefted his bag towards the little, rounded dining table, and began pulling things out. Things for her, along with an assortment of ingredients he clearly meant to use for cooking. Gwyn picked up the little stack of silver rings, each holding a pretty blue star that clearly formed a neat little row of them once worn with awe.

Sliding them over her middle finger, Gwyn also grabbed the rolled up map. While Azriel continued unpacking in the kitchen, she went up to the bedroom and tacked it to the wall opposite the bed. The world, she realized, was huge. No wonder Azriel had been so confused when she asked if they could leave. Leave and go where? They were only one of four continents, separated by vast tracts of ocean. 

Gwyn ran her fingers over the smooth paper, finding her village among the trees. On the map, it hardly seemed far at all from where she was now, hidden atop the mountains. As she stared, Azriel came in quietly, clasping a little necklace around her neck before she could stop him. 

“Did you have a nice day?” he asked, letting her finger the teardrop shaped blue gem now settled against the hollow of her throat.

“I liked Emerie a lot,” she admitted, as if it were some great secret. “I told her you were training me.”

“Oh?” he replied, cocking his head to the side as he cupped her face in his calloused hand.

“Will you train her, too?” Gwyn asked softly, thinking about what Emerie said. She made her eyes big and hopeful and wide, though she wasn’t above kissing him on the mouth, too, if he needed a little more coaxing.

Azriel, as it turned out, required none at all. “If that’s what you want.”

And Gwyn, as it turned out, was far too willing to kiss him even if he gave her exactly what she wanted. She leaned up on tiptoes and pressed her lips against his own. Azriel caught her around the waist, holding her against his body to keep her from pulling away too quickly.

“I was going to make dinner,” he told her, his breath fanning against her face. “But maybe you’ll indulge me for a different sort of meal?”

“What do you mean?” she asked breathlessly, her body igniting beneath his touch. Azriel kissed again, slower this time. Languid and soft, his tongue meeting hers to stroke over and over until Gwyn was dizzy with desire. 

“I’d like to taste you,” he murmured, that hand sliding down her neck. Gwyn shivered without meaning to, unsure exactly what he meant. Azriel’s fingers found the buttons of her dress, deftly undoing them one by one until she was exposed to the cool evening air. Azriel sucked in a soft breath, unaware of how her heart was banging up against her ribs. She’d never been so naked before and certainly not pinned beneath a man’s hungry gaze.

Azriel ran a hand over her stomach, his rough hands catching against her soft skin. Sliding them upwards, Gwyn was certain she didn’t breathe a single breath when he cupped her breast. 

“You…” he breathed, pressing his forehead against her own. “You’re perfect.”

Gwyn couldn’t speak, terrified of breaking the spell. She also couldn’t abide by being the only one naked, either. Gwyn tugged at his tunic, mildly disappointed when took his hands off her to remove his top. He was so handsome. She couldn’t get over how lovely the brown of his skin was against the blue of his scales. While Az removed his pants with trembling fingers, Gwyn continued touching, marveling at how soft he was, despite all the chiseled, corded muscle. If anyone was perfect, it was Azriel.

She swallowed hard at the sight of him, of his erect cock pressed against her thigh. Gwyn was tempted to ask him to put it inside her, to skip all the things she suspected he planned to do to build them up and skip right to the end. She wanted to replace the old memories with ones filled with soft, lovely pleasure. 

“You’re beautiful,” she told him, unable to remember if she’d said it before. Azriel’s whole expression cracked, that quiet, sternness shifting into open wonder. He smiled and gods, Gwyn thought that he was absolution in that moment. The priestesses had it all wrong—he was the only thing worth worshiping. 

“Do you trust me?” he asked her, mouth ghosting over her own.

With her life. “Yes,” she agreed.”

Azriel cupped her face. “Then lay back for me.”

Gwyn was all too happy to oblige.

AZRIEL:

Gwyn was easily the most beautiful creature Azriel had ever seen in his entire life. Laying atop his bed, her hair an auburn halo around her gorgeous face, Azriel couldn’t move. He could barely breathe. He felt strangely holy in that moment, gazing upon her, as if centuries of being bathed in blood had suddenly been washed away. He was made anew, blessed in whatever light emanated from beneath her skin.

He needed to touch her. Taste her. 

Reminding himself that all he needed to do was breathe, Azriel prowled towards the bed. Teal eyes followed his every move, wide and dark with unmistakable lust. She wanted him, too. Azriel exhaled, sitting on the side of the bed so he could touch her like she’d done him the night before. 

Every inch of her was fair, unblemished skin. She was dotted with freckles that he swore matched the constellations in the night sky. How often had Azriel stared up at them, lonely and exhausted. Wishing for her.

“What are you doing?” she whispered when his hand wrapped itself gently around her neck. Azriel stroked the column of flesh before continuing his descent downwards.

“Touching,” he replied, climbing very carefully over her body. He pushed his thigh to push apart her legs, settling just between them. His cock jumped, excited at the prospect of being inside her. Azriel ignored it like he had before in favor of lowering his mouth to her skin, replacing his mouth with his tongue. 

Her skin was sweet and salty. He exhaled against it, licking over her collarbone for that first taste. She squirmed beneath him, legs parted so she was grinding against his thigh without even meaning to. He could feel the heat from her cunt seep against him. His cock twitched again, weeping fluid into the blanket. Azriel ignored, though it was almost painful to do so. This was about her—he could handle himself in the bathroom later. 

Maybe she’ll touch you again.

He wanted that, though he wouldn’t dare admit it. Not yet, anyway. 

Azriel captured one of her rosy nipples in his mouth, sliding his tongue against the petal soft skin. Gwyn moaned, arching against his leg again. He couldn’t take his eyes off her parted lips, her half-lidded eyes and when she carded her fingers through his hair, Azriel almost threw himself across the room to keep from fucking her into oblivion.

He could do this, he panted. Azriel swapped sides, using his hand to continue his soft tugging on the nipple, still damp from his mouth. Gwyn was writhing beneath him, dragging wet heat over his skin. He could have stayed there for the rest of the night, kneading the soft flesh of her breasts until the sun broke over the horizon.

But the scent of her arousal was wafting through the air, wrapping itself like a ribbon around his neck. Azriel had never been so drawn to anything in his life. He needed to bury his nose in it, needed to touch, to taste. Azriel kissed his way down her stomach, pausing to press his nose in the soft thatch of red curls just above her cunt.

Gwyn squirmed again, her legs rising upwards. He reached for them, draping her knees over his shoulders so he could look at her spread open beneath him. Was it possible for one female to be pretty everywhere? 

“Az—”

“Lovely,” he interrupted, looking up at her. Gwyn was watching, propped up on a stack of pillows. She slid her fingers through his hair again, nails scraping over his scalp. 

“I’m going to put my mouth on you,” he rasped, just barely managing to get the words out. “I need to taste you.”

He waited to see if she’d tell him no or push him away, running his hands up and down her thighs. Up and down, up and down, until Gwyn released a shuddering breath and laid her head back. Still watching, still curious.

His mate. 

Azriel lowered his face slowly, half drunk on the scent of her. Musky and sweet, he drank it in, letting himself indulge for just a moment. That was all he could stand before he took that first taste, placing his tongue against her clit like he’d done with his fingers just that morning.

Gwyn’s whole body bowed off the bed, a soft oh escaping from her lips. He didn’t stop, watching her every minute expression just to be sure she was still enjoying herself. 

Her fingers returned to his hair, tugging at the strands. She wanted more and Azriel was all too happy to give it to her. Azriel licked at that sensitive pearl of flesh until Gwyn was all but grinding against his face, coating him in her slick arousal. Azriel reveled in the mess, delighting in the tangible proof that his mate was pleased by him.

He was practically fucking the sheets beneath them, hips bucking of their own accord. Each new drag of his tongue made him more desperate, until Azriel couldn’t stop himself. He slid one of his fingers into her body, more curious than anything. 

“Az!” she whined, eyes fluttering shut. He started to pull out but Gwyn locked her legs around his face, keeping him where he was. He worked in a second, half mad at the hot, silken grip of her body. He could feel that phantom touch against his cock like a brand, urging him to pump his fingers in and out of her, to work her with both his hand and mouth until she was writhing and pleading.

“Don’t stop,” she begged him, her voice a high pitched whine. Azriel would have to have been dragged away with a knife against his throat in order to pull him off her. Each new thrust of his fingers drew forth more of her sweet arousal that he lapped up, circling her clit with his tongue until they were both all but falling apart. 

Gwyn came with a broken cry Azriel wouldn’t forget if he lived a thousand more years. He didn’t stop, mesmerized by how wet she became, by the way her cunt clamped around his fingers, convulsing in waves. He could feel her erratic heart beat in the walls of her body, pounding wildly. He wanted more of it, was disappointed she’d finished. Gwyn used her foot to push at his chest, pulling him off her. Sharp nails dragged over his biceps, pulling him upwards for a messy kiss. Did she like the way she tasted, too?

Too consumed in stroking his tongue against her own, Azriel didn’t realize she’d wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging in the small of his back. His cock slotted against her soaked cunt, and it was only his locking knees that kept him from plunging into her with one fluid stroke.

He broke the kiss to stroke her hair, staring down at her. “Are you asking me to fuck you, mate?”

She whimpered, nodding her head up and down. “Slowly,” she added, as if it needed to be said. 

Raising himself up on his elbows, Azriel looked down between their bodies and carefully pushed that first inch.

“Oh,” she whispered when he groaned, burying his face in her shoulder. He had to breathe or he’d lose himself entirely. She’d asked for slow but instinct was riding him hard, begging him to claim her. Already, Azriel could feel the fangs in his mouth lengthen, that pooling venom readying itself to make the change. 

Not tonight. Not yet. 

She held him, nails digging in his back while Azriel continued, pushing in and pulling out to get her used to the motion, the stretch, the fullness. All the while, he pressed nipping kisses against her neck and offered soft praise. 

“My mate takes my cock so well,” he murmured, so wildly turned on he could barely stand it. He felt more animal than anything. The writhing beast in his chest clawed at the pace, urging him to speed things up. Next time, he swore. Next time she’d have his cock and his venom. 

It was the last few inches where Azriel met resistance. She whimpered when he pushed, her body working so hard to accommodate the girth of him. He slid a hand between their bodies, rubbing at her still swollen clit until she relaxed her muscles. 

“You’re doing so well for me,” he whispered, kissing her mouth over and over. “My sweet mate was made for my cock.”

She clung to him, forehead pressed against his shoulder. Azriel managed to get that last bit of himself in though for a moment he wasn’t sure he would. Holding himself inside her, Azriel continued rubbing and kissing despite how badly he needed to thrust. Instinct was cruel, urging with gnashing teeth he bathed his female in his scent.

It was Gwyn who rolled her hips first. “More,” she panted, her neck and chest as flushed as her cheeks. “I need more.”

Azriel couldn’t deny her anything. That first long drag out of her tight, wet heat was utter bliss but the return back in? That was heaven. Azriel arched his neck, mouth open as he prepared to bite. He had to force himself to merely scrape his fangs along the pulse point of her throat, over and over in a mockery of what he was made to do. She was still getting used to his cock—who knew what filling him with her venom would do.

The only thing that stopped him was the thought that she might look at him with fear should he do it before she was ready. Azriel focused on the hot arousal skimming over his skin, making every inch of him overly sensitive and desperate. 

“Are you going to come for me again?” he asked, his voice raw and ragged. He needed her too, if only to offset how absurdly close he was. Sweat slicked down his back and still Azriel couldn’t stop or speed up. He kept his pace like he was running a marathon, watching as Gwyn writhed again, arching to meet his hips over and over. He needed to feel her break apart around him, needed to have her orgasm branded against the skin of his cock. 

“Come for me,” he ordered, scraping his fangs over her neck again. Gwyn shuddered, eyes fluttering shut. She came like a tidal wave, pulling his own release from his body without either of them meaning to. Azriel grunted, thrusting harder than he meant in the wake of his release. Gwyn didn’t seem to notice or mind, squeezed so tightly around him he saw nothing but brilliant blue stars.

He held himself inside her, trying desperately to catch his breath. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Gwyn peppered his cheek and jaw with kisses.

“That was good,” she whispered, her praise warming him “You were so good.”

“There will be no sleeping for you tonight,” he warned with a smile, kissing her softly.

Gwyn grinned. “Bring it on, mate.”

GWYN: 

It was a tragedy that Gwyn was forced out of Azriel’s bed and back into the city. Her whole body ached pleasantly from the near constant sex they’d been having. He was insatiable and as it turned out, so was she. It was the closeness alongside the pleasure that Gwyn couldn’t get enough of. 

Her neck was scraped raw from his teeth. Azriel had explained after that first exhaustive night that the urge to bite overwhelmed him and the scraping helped him keep himself under control. She expected that would hurt and Gwyn thought she was ready for it. When they returned from the city, she meant to ask him to finish the rite and join them wholly. There was no point in waiting.

She didn’t want to wait. 

She also didn’t want to be part of Cassian’s welcome committee for his new mate, though it seemed she had no say in the matter. Azriel, too, was incredibly grumpy that morning, yanking on pants while muttering softly beneath his breath. His mood was soothed only slightly by a kiss to his cheek which Gwyn had learned was his favorite.

Pink stole over his brown cheeks. He ducked his head, forever embarrassed by the affection. “You look so handsome today,” she praised, catching the way he stood just a little straighter. 

“What will you do while I meet with Nesta Archeron?” 

His smile faded. “Train recruits. That is my job, after all.”

“Do dragons not get vacations?”

His fingers curled over her neck. “Perhaps when we accept the bond.”

“Tonight,” she said brightly. Azriel went rigid, allowing Gwyn to duck beneath his arm for her cape and scarf. She wasn’t putting on the absurd layers he constantly forced on her. 

“Tonight?” he croaked, repeating her words just to be certain he’d heard. Gwyn was undeterred. Maybe they were moving too quickly but nothing had ever felt as right as he did.

More importantly, Gwyn was not going back. Not to the humans and not to that cursed temple. The only place Gwyn wanted to return to was her sister, if only to say goodbye. She was under no illusions that the humans would allow her to visit regularly although she certainly meant to try. Just once, with Azriel at her back, though? That could be enough. It would have to be enough. 

“Tonight,” she agreed, yanking open the door and all but dragging him out before he could realize he hadn’t bundled her like usual. It half worked—Azriel snagged a hat on his way out the door and jammed it over her head with a look of reproach. 

He shifted without a word, his already imposing form replaced by the massive blue and black scaled creature before her. Azriel lowered himself so she could climb on his back, but Gwyn couldn’t resist an opportunity to come towards his face and place a kiss between his nostrils. He huffed in response, hazel eyes watching carefully.

“Eight hours or less,” she promised, rubbing his snout softly. He tried to nuzzle against her, but he was so big he nearly knocked her into the snow. Gwyn chuckled, clambering onto his back so they could take to the sky. She was slowly getting used to this, though the height dropped her stomach into an empty abyss her anxiety desperately tried to fill.

She reminded herself Azriel wouldn’t let her fall. 

Just like before, Azriel walked her through the streets, hand on her lower back, to Emeries. Unlike before, Emerie wasn’t alone. Another human stood against the wood floors, arms crossed over her high necked gown. She wore a scowl that told Gwyn everything she needed to know. She didn’t want to be here. Was unhappy with whatever arrangement had landed her here. 

The bell over Gwyn jangled, drawing both Emerie’s glazed stare and Nesta Archeron’s dispassionate gaze. Gwyn halted, sending Azriel barreling into her. He caught her before she fell, hands rough and somehow suggestive against her body.

The tension was palpable. 

Azriel shifted uncomfortably behind Gwyn, his fingers tightening. She knew he was debating pulling her right back out the door and leaving the whole thing behind. He wasn’t terribly social but Gwyn was. 

“Go see Cassian,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Azriel’s skin bloomed pink, just as it always did. He nodded, eyeing Nesta one last time, before vanishing into the gloomy morning light.

Gwyn made it all of two steps to Nesta, smile on her face, when Nesta said, “You’re the priestess they’re looking for.”

That stopped Gwyn cold. “What?”

Silvery blue eyes assessed her cooly. “They think you’ve been kidnapped…or worse.”

Emerie laughed. “Half true, I guess. I doubt there’s much torture happening, given her scent–”

Nesta’s head whipped towards Emerie, silencing her laughter. 

“Don’t you want to go back?” Nesta asked, striding towards Gwyn.

Gwyn scoffed. “Go back to what? A life of being told what to do? Of being ignored, of being talked over? The only way I’ll go back willingly is if they take me in a casket.”

Nesta seemed taken aback by Gwyn’s vitriol. Gwyn wasn’t done, though. This was Cassian’s mate. She could see it—straight spine, unyielding gaze. She looked like a warrior. 

“What’s so wonderful down there that you’d rather return?”

Nesta opened her mouth to lie and, perhaps thinking better of it, snapped it closed. She took a breath.

“My sister is…mated…to a dragon.”

Both Emerie and Gwyn paid a little more attention. “Is she happy?” 

Nesta bit her bottom lip. “Elain could be happy with a pinecone.”

“Is he good to her?” Emerie clarified. “He loves her? Takes care of her?”

Nesta scowled. “Yes. She’s pregnant.”

Emerie shrugged. “Cassian is our best male. You don’t like him?”

“You don’t think it’s weird that they can just declare we’re mates without any proof?” Nesta asked, eyes sliding to Gwyn. Emerie was immediately defensive.

“They wouldn’t–”

“You don’t feel it?” Gwyn asked her softly, pressing her hand against her heart. She swore she did.

“No,” Nesta said flatly. “I feel—”

The sound of vicious snarling interrupted their conversation, drawing the three towards the door. Gwyn, who was closest, yanked it open. She wasn’t the only one pouring into the street. Overhead, a massive reddish-orange dragon was snapping its teeth at a familiar blue and black scaled beast. Her Azriel. 

Cassian was on the ground, still in his two-legged form as he ordered them both to stand down. Predictably, it didn’t work. Azriel lunged, dragging the interloper away from the city square and towards the mountains with vicious, ripping teeth. The other creature snarled loudly, blowing a line of fire towards Azriel that made Gwyn scream. His head snapped in her direction, looking down from where he hovered. 

His lapse in attention let the other creature slam its talons into Azriels side, throwing him to the ground. Cassian rose upwards, shifting so quickly Gwyn’s eyes couldn’t keep up. Nesta reached out a hand before clapping it over her mouth. It was clear she didn’t want to make the same mistake Gwyn had.

Azriel hit the ground not as a beast but as a male, clutching the side of his body with one bloody hand.

“Get back inside!” he snarled at her, rising upwards to shift again. Gwyn promptly ignored him, refusing to hide while Cassian and Azriel brought the snarling beast to the ground and forced him to shift.

A male draped in crisp orange and gold replaced the snapping dragon from above. His fair skin was sliced open and dripping blood on the street. Russet eyes shifted into orange as he glanced around, scenting the air with flared nostrils. His short, auburn hair fell into his handsome face and his mouth, full and red from smeared blood, twisted in a sneer.

“This is hardly the welcome I was promised.”

Azriel reached for his blade but Cassian held up a hand, panting roughly. Tendrils of his dar hair had escaped the half bun he wore.

“Who sent you? Your kind isn’t allowed—”

“Your prince sent for me, and what you did today is cause for war,” the orange male snapped. “He wishes to negotiate the terms of our long-held treaty. Be friends,” that male added, as if he very much didn’t believe such a thing possible. 

“You should have stood down, princeling,” Azriel hissed, noting the way the interloper’s eyes slid through the gathered crowd to find her…and Nesta. His eyes lingered long enough that even Cassian’s fingers twitched. Gwyn didn’t know Nesta, and neither did Emerie, but the pair stood just a little closer. Daring him to say something. 

He turned back to a furious Cassian. “Tell me everything.”

“Come on,” Emerie whispered, pulling them both back in. Gwyn and Nesta went, though Gwyn noted how Eris glanced over his shoulder at Nesta again. That didn’t bode well, she thought, though she didn’t dare say it.

Nesta bit her bottom lip once they were safely inside.

“What did Azriel say about training?” Emerie asked without preamble. Nesta’s whole body lit up.

“Training?”

“He said he would,” Gwyn replied. Both her and Emerie looked to Nesta. “Do you want in?”

“What kind of training?”

“The kind with swords and knives,” Gwyn replied. “So no one can ever hurt us again.”

Gwyn didn’t know why she said it. Certainly not like that, with so much emphasis on being hurt. Nesta reminded Gwyn of a wounded animal. Someone had hurt her, too. She’d recognize it anywhere. Nesta took a breath.

“I’m in.”

AZRIEL: 

Fuck Eris Vanserra and fuck all the western dragons, too. 

It was all he could think about that night, sailing over the mountains to take his excited mate home. She wasn’t worried about giving them access to their home, their people…their females. Azriel was, though. The rivalry between north and west was old, and drenched in blood. It didn’t help that Eris was surveying Nesta Archeron the entire time he was in town, which had Cassian on edge. Cassian was a better male than Azriel–he would have killed Eris for the offense. 

Gwyn was too busy talking about training to be concerned about Eris. 

“You will still do the three of us, right?” Gwyn asked over dinner, looking at him with those wide eyes that made his insides soft. It was so hard to hold on to his anger in front of her. Azriel could still taste Eris’s blood in his throat.

He needed to fix that.

“Yes,” he agreed, earning a beaming smile that made him warm. It took so little to make her happy, a tragedy given how much he was willing to give her. He noted she still had the stack of rings on her fingers. The gems glimmered like his scales beneath the warm light and suddenly Azriel was thinking about what she’d told him.

He shifted in his chair. Did she still want to? 

“Are you okay?” she breathed, reaching for his plate when it was clear he wasn’t going to eat anymore. Azriel cleared his throat.

“I ah…” she was taking their things to the sink to wash up. “That can wait.”

She paused, turning so, so slowly. He huffed in exasperation when he caught her shit eating grin.

“Something on your mind, Az?”

“Get upstairs,” he murmured, nodding upwards. “Or I’ll drag you myself.”

“Oh?” she challenged. “What’re you going to do, Az?”

Famous last words. 

He stood, his body blocking her way out. Not that Gwyn didn’t try, darting around the table to get beneath his arm. She giggled loudly when he caught her with ease, hauling her up over his shoulder and walking her through the house to their shared bedroom. She didn’t fight, legs flailing and Azriel, unable to help himself, slid her dress up over her ass while he walked just so he could watch it bounce. 

He dropped her to the bed, pulling his tunic over his head. Gwyn’s eyes went wide at the healing gash screaming over his ribs. “Are you okay?”

“I will be,” he promised, crawling up the bed to press his body against her own. “Unless you’d like to kiss it better?” 

She rolled her pretty eyes. “Is that all you can think about? We can wait—”

“I can’t,” he breathed, lips touching hers. “And the next time that bastard sees you, I want it to be with my scales wrapped around your neck.”

She exhaled softly. “You do?”

“More than anything.”

He took his time getting her out of his clothes, fingers trembling. Only when they were both naked did Azriel speak. “I’m told this hurts.”

“Hurts how?” she replied, sitting up on her elbows to look at him. He only shrugged helplessly.

“I’ve never…it’s the bite and the venom. But I’ll still be…”

He couldn’t make himself say it.

“Oh,” she replied with less fear than he’d expected. Gwyn digested his words for a moment and then— “I still want to.”

Relief flooded through him. “I will do my best to make it quick,” he whispered, but in truth, all he and Cassian knew about it came second hand from Lucien. He’d been reluctant to tell them anything at all, understandably so. He’d told them it had pained his mate and that instinct did not allow him to stop to care for her. He seemed to think that was the way of it, though Azriel was determined he would make it as painless as possible. 

He had an idea.

Reaching out a hand, Azriel pulled Gywn upwards into his lap before sliding to his back. Her eyes went wide.

“If it’s too much, you can stop,” he told her, trying to ignore the heat pouring from her cunt. Gwyn shifted, pressing her mouth against his own.

“I’m not going to stop, Az. You’ll see.”

He hoped not. At least for the moment, he could make this pleasurably. He hauled her forward, delighting in her soft shriek, and put her right over his face.

“Stop squirming,” he ordered, holding her so tight against him her cunt was the only thing he could scent. The tang of blood still lingering on his tongue was very quickly replaced by his mates sweetness, his frustration softened into affection and desire. Licking at her, Azriel realized he loved his female.

He should have realized it when he’d been battling Eris. Nothing had ever broken his concentration before, but the sound of her scream speared him with such fear that Eris had gained the upper hand. He hadn’t even realized she’d been out there watching.

Azriel knew, in that moment, that he would have lied, cheated, and killed for Gwyn. Her nails dug into his abdomen, hips rolling slowly over his face. She was chasing the friction his tongue offered and Azriel was in love with her. Every little piece of her. Her soft smiles and her ability to be kind despite how cruel the world had been to her. Azriel had been made hard by life and Gwyn had somehow become the opposite.

If he was shadowed death than she was lifes warm embrace. He wasn’t certain he deserved her and still he didn’t offer to take her back. He merely drove her up, until her legs were trembling around his ears and she was digging into his flesh so sharply he could scent blood mingling in the air. 

Instinct, as it always was, rode him hard as Gwyn slid down his face, repositioning herself with graceful legs. She was so used to taking his cock that it was nothing for her to slide slowly down it, her cheeks flushed from climax. He had to fight the urge to surge forward and bite, letting her get accustomed to the new position. 

Fuck, it felt good. She was still so impossibly tight that at times Azriel didn’t know how he managed to drag himself of her at all. Gwyn was dripping, smearing slick over his abdomen as she rode him. He swallowed, gesturing for her to lay herself against him, her hips still moving.

“Now, it has to be now,” he groaned, already too close. 

“Do it,” she whispered, increasing her pace. She pushed her hair from her neck, presenting it to him and Azriel found Lucien had been right about one thing. He couldn’t stop himself. Fangs elongated, he reared upwards, one hand wrapped around her body to keep her against him. Azriel bit, pouring venom into her body.

Gwyn gasped, her body stilling long enough for Azriel to reposition them, to sit up so he was supporting her ass with his hand, still fucking her. He didn’t unlatch until there was nothing left, until his fangs began to retract and her blood was pooling in his mouth.

Gwyn gasped again, twin tears sliding down the sides of her eyes.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked her, licking at the wound over and over until the deep holes began to heal over, encouraged by the magic in his saliva.

“I can feel it,” she told him, arms twined around his neck. “The bond. It’s real.”

His eyes fluttered upwards, pleasure all but slamming into him. She was just behind, coming loudly, her forehead pressed against his own. He couldn’t stop kissing her. She felt what Azriel had known since he’d first seen her. He couldn’t stop touching, kissing, holding her until she was wiggling out of his lap.

He saw it before her, the slow drag of magic against her skin. Vibrant blue wrapped itself around her neck, trailing against her collarbone like the softest caress. It made her skin seem translucent by comparison, her eyes so vivid it stole his breath.

“Gwyn,” he breathed, padding after her into the bathroom. She’d gone to clean up, unaware of how quickly the magic had gone to work. He stopped her, standing just behind with his hands on her shoulders so she could see.

Her eyes went wide.

“Az,” she breathed, fingers brushing over her neck.

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, one arm holding her naked back to his slick chest. He felt peace for the first time in his life, seeing his scales gracing her lovely skin. Nothing and no one had ever been half as beautiful to him as she was in that moment.

“Are you happy?” he asked her, burying his face in her long, unbound hair.

She inclined her head to look at him. “I am. Are you?”

He chickened out, last minute. Instead of telling her he loved her, he lowered his head to kiss her cheek.

“I have never been happier, sweet mate.”

[step-on-me-khun]

Can I request a NSFW Scenario of Bam discovering he has a biting kink with his S/O

Like while they are doing it he accidentally bites her neck to hold in his moans and than realizes he made a mark and makes more?

Thank you!

Oh wow, thanks for the request - okay, I have this habit of reading requests, then writing, then noticing I went a bit off track. sorry. but it's mainly because I don't think Bam would like the idea of leaving bruises, that's all

warning(s): smut/18+ no minors pls, marking, biting words: 1347 taglist: @unexceptional-h @rizonacigaravenue @aoi-turtle

The one person you would sleep alongside at night was the same person who wouldn't harm a hair on your head.

Bam would always look after you and make you feel as if you were the only person in the world that mattered.

You would remind Bam that he was too nice. People would take advantage of his kindness and use it against him. However, Bam had a friend named Khun who knew all this, too. Being in a relationship with one of the most wanted people in the tower did take its toll. Fortunately for you, there was Khun and the others.

When you were intimate, you would suggest that he let his frustrations out on you. Not like he'd ever listen. To Bam, you were something that he shouldn't damage.

And yet, here you were, flat on your stomach. Bam's chest pressed against your back as his hips grind against your ass.

It was relatively easy to make Bam flustered and aroused. Teasing him was so damn easy. But Bam was always persistent when he needed you; this was one of those instances where he just had to get rid of the need inside him. There was always so much love and emotions stored inside him. At times like this, when you were intimate, love was always there with all of his actions.

Bam brushes your hair away from the right side of your neck, exposing your delicate skin. You turn your head to the right to glance at Bam's face, wondering what he was doing.

It was hard to focus on anything other than the euphoric feeling Bam was giving you. But it wasn't just the soft and heavenly moans you gave that made him thrust desperately inside you. It was also how you made him feel.

"Bam," you quietly cry, watching the hand that had yours pinned to the bed.

Lips pressed softly from your shoulder, making your skin burn with each touch, and trailed up to the shell of your ear, where breathy groans entered your ear.

"Love you so much," Bam whispers against your ear. The vibrations sent shivers down your spine.

You couldn't respond. Your mind got too busy focusing on the immense feelings coursing through you.

But to Bam, it was as if your attention wasn't on him at all. Sweet moans and shaky breaths were lovely to hear, but he wanted more from you. How could Bam make you louder without injuring you? As long as Bam didn't draw blood from you, he could do what he wanted. But he was a little hesitant to do anything harmful.

Your entire body felt amazing, just like it always did when you treated each other right.

Bam presses a quick kiss on your temple, then moves back to the crook of your neck, stilling there while he moves slowly inside you. His arms lay beside you as his hands reached your chest, placing them on your shoulders, his little fingers lightly grazing on your collarbone.

Every breath that escaped Bam's lips made you hotter and hotter, and with every second, you became needier. It was enough to make you moan and cry a little louder, but still, Bam wanted to hear more of your voice.

It wasn't as if there was any need to rush. You'd both reach your orgasms soon anyway.

Bam just needed to do one thing to tip you off the edge, and as Bam thought about how he could, his teeth grazed over the sweet spot of your neck. As his mouth nibbled into the skin of your neck, you squirmed, struggling to maintain your moans.

A loud cry soon leaves your mouth, and you attempt to hide your face in the bed below. After seeing how you reacted, Bam decides to attack more of your neck.

Switching between gentle kisses, scratches and nibbles to biting you harshly with his teeth when he feels like he needs to, Bam has you right where he wanted you. There was no way of escaping the position you were in Bam's body had you pinned down to the bed.

You close your eyes and dig your hands into the bedsheet.

When Bam kissed you, it was soft and delicate, like he was apologizing for what he would do next. His nibbling was nothing but a sharp pinching, which would make you jolt and squeal. But as Bam's teeth and mouth latch onto your skin, you couldn't help but moan a little louder.

"Mmm, Bam," you cry, arching your back, making his length reach a little further inside you.

Bam was now determined. He wanted to make sure you kept your moans at that volume. The sounds nearly made him lose control and thrust harsher into you.

His teeth continued to bite down on your skin, moving back from your neck to your nape. Bam didn't want to look at the damage he knew he had done. It would make him feel bad enough to stop. And he didn't want to stop.

It was as if you were the most addictive drug ever. It wasn't just your skin. The way your walls felt against his length as he thrust in and out of you drove him mad.

Your shoulder and neck stung from the number of bites Bam had given you. There'll be some bruises, and if overly obvious, you might have to dish out some payback for it. But that wasn't what kept your mind focused. Your climax was building. It had been slowly building up inside you.

The one thing you would always love about Bam was his caring nature. Even if his mouth kept attacking you, his pace was always bearable and gentle - but not too much that you couldn't enjoy yourselves.

"B-Bam," you cry as your walls tighten around him, "I'm so close,"

Bam responded by planting a string of kisses from your shoulder to the nape of your neck, trying to pick up as pace as he did.

You hid your face in the bed, knuckles whitening as they clung onto the sheet for dear life. It was always a short feeling, but it was one you would always revel in every time you reached it.

As your orgasm hit, a string of breathy moans left your mouth. You turned your head again to look at Bam.

You were both flustered. When your eyes met, you could hear how desperate Bam was. He moves his hand to your jaw as he comes, his mouth planting a kiss on your head.

All you could hear were heavy breaths. You waited until Bam was ready to move again before doing anything else.

What made Bam want to leave lovebites on you? You doubt he was even fully aware of what he was doing. But it didn't matter.

The one thing you were looking forward to was other people noticing your bruises and pointing them out. Imagining Bam's face in that situation was fun, and it would probably embarrass him if it happened.

"You're giggling?" Bam softly asks, laying beside you.

"Uhh," you started, trying to figure out what to say, "it's nothing,"

Bam's eyes softly stare at your face.

"Although," you begin, trying to act innocently, "I don't know how I'm going to hide these from the others," you explain, showing off the bruises on your neck.

Instantly, Bam's eyes widen.

"I didn't realize I did that much. I'm sorry if I hurt you," Bam apologizes.

"You didn't hurt me. I would've said something if I was uncomfortable,"

Bam instantly breathes a sigh of relief.

"That doesn't mean I won't do the same to you someday," you wink at Bam playfully.

"That's something to look forward to," Bam says, planting a sweet kiss on your face as he pulls you closer to him.

"I love you, and I love how sweet you are to me,"

"I love you so much, too,"

Every second you spent with Bam was a blessing. But you didn't expect Bam to be the one to leave marks like this on you.

please don't steal what I write

[writteninkat]

Switched | Itadori Yuji x reader x Sukuna

summary: fucking yuji means a passionate night until sukuna decides to be an asshole and switches with your boyfriend half way through sex.

F!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: 18+, name calling

author's note: i've been thinking of this since i last closed the app and i knew i just had to write it

You've been horny all night.

Your boyfriend, Itadori Yuji, is wearing a simple plain white dress shirt which he folded up right below his elbows. He has two buttons undone and the shirt is tucked in black dress pants, his long legs causing for his ankles to show right above the black boat shoes he has on his feet.

He finished the look with a white silver watch on his left wrsit. Honestly? You could feel your cunt already dripping just by the way your boyfriend looked while the two of you were still at the apartment.

As the group; Nobara, Gojo, Nanami and Yuji sang happy birthday for Megumi, you're busy rubbing your thighs together, proving for the action to be a bit more difficult than it actually is when you're seated.

Megumi blows his candles and everyone cheers, clapping their hands as they begin to dig into the food. You try distracting yourself, scooping in a few scoops of food on your plate but it is all for naught when Yuji leans over, giving you a chance to get a whiff of his cologne.

A strong strawberry scent with a little bit of sweet vanilla and a hint of bold wood. The scent doesn't smell like it goes everywhere at all- it all smells so good together. Yuji uses his chopsticks to place some strips of beef on your food, your gaze immediately on his forearm- veins feintly protruding from under his light skin. The silver around his wrist doesn't help at all and it makes you feel as if you are this horny teenager again.

"Eat up." Yuji smiles, his eyes smiling with him. You force your lips to stretch, sending him a big smile back before eating your food, deciding to forget all about your thoughts by stuffing food in your mouth.

It works.

Well, more or less. You haven't had a single dirty thought about your boyfriend ever since uou began eating, and now Nobara is currently singing her heart off as Gojo and the birthday boy himself are dozing side by side on the end of the couch. Nanami is busying himself by sipping on his drink, a smile feint on his lips as he watches and listens to Nobara sing, looking like how a proud father would.

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, doesn't look too good.

"You okay, babe?" You ask, leaning in to squeeze his forearm softly. He snaps out what seems to be in a caging gaze he was in, looking at you. Yuji smiles, hand fluing on yours to give it a good, reassuring squeeze. "I'm good, baby. Just a little tired, I guess."

You furrow your brows, definitely not buying his lies. "Just tell me. The faster you tell me the faster we can solve the problem." You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

Yuji's eyes slowly and uncontrollably begin traveling down your chest, gaze glossing over your evident cleavage, moving again even much lower, his eyes taking note of how the black dress you're wearing is hugging every curve on your body perfectly.

Yuji leans in, his strong cologne scent causing the butterflies in your stomsch to go insane. "That dress has been driving me crazy the whole night." Your boyfriend's hot breath fans over the shell of your ear, casuing goosebumps to rise all over your body. "Take it off for me, please?"

You breath in a deep and shaky breath, closing your eyes to try and convince yourself not to strip naked in front of your friends and teachers right here on the spot. You stand up abruptly, catching Nanami's attention.

"We gotta go, Yuji has a really bad stomach ache." The corners of your mouth pull down into a fake frown which Nanami buys, nodding his head and waving the both of you off. You take Yuji's hand and pull him out of the Kareoke room, your heels loud as you stomp your way out of the building and to the parking lot.

As you find your car, you pull the front seat's door open only for it to be closed shut again by your boufriend. Yuji pulls you closer by your waist, making you can feel how hard he is inside his pants.

"We're not doing it here."

"My car's windows are tinted." He bites on your ear.

You keep telling yourself not to do it, to just wait until the both of you gets home but Itadori jr. seems to be having other plans for tonight. You sigh, walking over to the back door and pulling it open. As soon as you bend over to get in, Yuji pushes you and slams the door behind him.

The cold winter nights of Japan has the interior of the car all cool and comfortable. Yuji spins you around by your waist, running both of his hands on either sides of your waist. He breathes out deeply, eyes scanning hungrily over your form. His hands begin to make their way down your thighs, he leans in to give you a soft peck on the lips. Yuji looks into your eyes at first before leaning back in to envelope you into a deep kiss, his tongue skillfully brushing and sliding against yours as he sucks on it softly. His breathing his ragged as he feels your body all over, your legs instinctively opening and moving up his hips. Yuji presses his hard member against your clothed cunt, grinding on it for some kind of friction before pulling away when he feels just how soaked you are down there.

He reaches a hand under your dress, pressing two fingers on your wet cunt making you mewl. You've been holding it in for too long and now you're just very sensitive. The corner of his mouth twitches up, "Have you been wet for me the entire night, baby?"

You don't trust your voice, you can't. You know it'll sound needier than you actually are, you know it'll set Yuji off to start teasing you, so you nod your head, your face contorting as you feel him slip a finger between your folds.

He leans forward, hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin on the side of your neck. Yuji's warm tongue runs up the skin once, twice- he's adding another digit into your wet hole and you almost cum at the spot when he nibbles on your soft skin.

"I'll take very good care of you tonight." He presses his soft lips on the nibbled part of the skin, slowly trailing kisses up to your cheek and finally back onto your lips.

You couldn't think straight- your head was full of the boy. You absolutely loved about him; his strawberry pink hair, when he smiles with his eyes, how he can never go through a day without cuddling you at least once, how he does his best to give you anything you want, how he's one of your biggest inspirations in life. This boy- no, this man is someone you can imagine waiting for you at the end of the isle, hot tears streaming down his face as he waits for you at the end of the path, looking at you as if you were the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on- yes, even more beautiful than Jennifer Laurence.

Aoi would be right beside him, rubbing a hand on his back as he tries to soothe his best friend's sobs.

You snap out of your daze when you notice your boyfriend looking deeply into your eyes, a soft blush caressing his cheeks as he studies your face ever so lovingly. "I love you." You tell him.

His blush darkens as he leans into you, pressing his lips once again on yours. "I love you too." You feel the head of his cock press against your entrance for a bit before entering you completely.

You let out a soft whine, arching your back as your lips are trapped between your teeth. Your eyes roll back at the feeling of your boyfriend slowly pushing his entire length inside you, getting you feeling so full of him. "Yuji..." Your voice sounds so lewd, so needy and whiny for him that the sound of it makes you blush. You feel him stop moving once he's inside you fully, and at first you think he's letting you adjust to his size. That is, until he pulls his head back and your gaze falls onto the black lines all over his face. The soft look that once inherited your boyfriend's face is now replaced by a smug, cocky one. He has a smirk on that tells you to push him off and quickly get out of the car- but why don't you?

Instead, you feel yourself clenching around him even more. The look on his face has you dripping wet, your nipples hardening underneath your dress and the butterflied in your stomach going crazy as ever.

"Can't believe that little boy would keep you all to himself." His voice isn't Yuji's- no. It's much deeper, darker, more dangerous. He looks down at your apalled expression, his smirk growing even bigger. He leans over, pushing your legs up to your chest and forcing you down into a mating press. "What's my name, princess?"

You can feel your heart beating rapidly against your chest, your breathing shaky and your head clouded. Without even thinking about it, your mouth moves on their own and out comes your whimpering voice.

"Sukuna."

The curse pulls away with a wide grin, pulling his hips out before thrusting his cock inside you again, the tip of his cock hitting the same spot as it did before. Sukuna's hips are relentlessly thrusting inside you, abusing your needy hole as you moan loudly for more.

His hand finds its way to your boob and you feel something hot and wet lap itself over your hardened nipple. You look down to see the mouth on his hand grinning cockily like him. It wraps itself around your nipple, sucking on the bud and biting on it softly making your eyes rolls back to your head.

You feel something coil up inside your stomach, your mouth opening as you feel yourself slowly reach your high. "I-I'm so, fucking, clo-" Sukuna thrusts his hips hardly once, causing your toes to curl and your body to shake as you move your hips to ride out your orgasm. Heavy breaths fill the car as your legs grow limp on either side of his body and your eyelids become heavier.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" Sukuna squeezes your cheeks, making your eyelids lift open. He hooks his arm around your back, pulling you along with him as he sits up.

Your eyes widen and back arches when you feel electricity run up your spine. Sukuna lifts a brow, his hands on either side of your hips, preventing you from lifting them. "Too full!" You whimper out, tears forming on the corners of your eyes as you swallow a large lump down your throat.

"Hah?" He tilts his head to the side, "But I haven't even came yet." You feel him roll his hips once, but it was all it took to have you digging your nails on his shoulders. "I'll pull out when I cum. But for now," He lowers his head to take your nipple by his mouth, his fingers pinching and playing with the other one. ",focus on making me feel good, princess."

Your eyes clench shut asbyou focus on the feeling of his hard member inside your dripping cunt. You move your hips once, you feel goosebumps all over your body. You move your hips a second time and you're wanting to feel that same friction again. You move your hips a third and you're letting your desires take over.

You hump on Sukuna's cock sloppily and roughly, the car is shaking. Sukuna let's out soft groans and moans, the constant "love feeling your cunt around my cock like this" whispered and growled into your ear. His eyes travel down to your chest, eyes gleaming when he sees your boobs bouncing in sync with everytime you hump on him.

When he looks back at you, all his other sense go numb. The sight of you with your tongue out your mouth, you drool dripping down your tongue, your face flushed and your eyes crossed together at the feeling of it being so good has him gripping on your hips tightly. "You're a fucking slut, aren't ya?" He begins thrusting himself inside you and you moan loudly, your toes curling at the feeling of his sac slapping against your skin. "Aren't ya?!" He yells and all you could do is whimper as you nod your head. He's fucking you so dumb you couldn't form coherent words.

He rolls his hips as he thrusts them, making sure you feel every single inch of him inside you. Your moans are in sync with his thrusts, feeling your breath being knocked out of your system with every thrust the curse does.

Your hand flies up your mouth, trying to surpress the loud moans that keep slipping out of your lips but Sukuna wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling your hand away.

"Scream for me, come on princess. Let him know who's fucking you so good right now." His voice is low and deep, it drives you to the edge, almost pushing you off. "Wh-who? Who's him?" You ask, forcing your eyes to open as you look down at Sukuna- your eyebrows raise in surprise at the sight of the black lines on your boyfriend's face gone.

Yuji looks up at you with eyes holding such lust. He has a straight expression on as he looks into your eyes, kind of hypnotising you as he thrusts into you, leading the both of you to your highs.

"Wh-what happened to Sukuna-"

"Why are you looking for him." Yuji's voice is covered in coldness. He combs his fingers on the back of your head and throughyour hair, curling them into a fist as he pulls on your hair. "He's not the one fucking you right now, I am." His thrusts start becoming more aggressive, hinting at you that he's already close.

"You'll cum around my cock a second time and you'll be moaning my name out as loud as you can. Got it?" Yuji growls onto your neck. His other hand grabs onto your hip and begins thrusting into you faster than before. You feel something snap inside you, your orgasm causing your toes to curl and your fingernails to be dug onto your boyfriend's skin. "Y-Yuji!" Your hips shake as you begin rolling them around, riding out your orgasm.

"That's not my name right now, princess." You look back down only to feel your heart drop at the sight of the black lines all over his face. "S-S-Sukuna! Sukuna!" You moan out, your chest rising and falling exceptionally. You hear him chuckle before feeling him pull out, shooting his hot seed all over your naked cunt.

You look back up, checking to see who's who right now. You smile when you see it's your boyfriend. You press your forehead on his shoulder as you try to calm yourself down. You feel his arms wrap themselves around you as the two of you bask in each other's presence.

"You gotta stop doing that, it fucks up with my brain." You mumble onto his chest which only leaves you with a lighthearted chuckle. "But Sukuna says he doesn't want to be left out."

"Whatever, Sukuna can go fuck off." You mumble sleepily.

"Why don't you fuck me yourself, princess?" A deeper and much darker voice speaks up and you curse yourself mentally.

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[mypoisonedvine]

awestruck || lee bodecker x modern!reader

based on a request for how lee would react to today's women.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: smut (including oral, m and f receiving, and anal... lots of anal), degradation/praise, reader being a complete hoe for lee bodecker because I know y'all bitches and I know what you're up to, essentially pwp because I refuse to explain how/why lee is in the modern era

You were very, very different than the women Lee was used to.

With them it had been months of courting and flowers and seduction to get a few minutes of kissing, maybe even some over-the-clothes touching, but if he went too far he got slapped and dumped.

With you it was a swipe right and half an episode of something called "net flicks" and you were straddling him and grinding on him and kissing him like you had never wanted anything so much.

With them, sex was missionary only, every other week only, in bed only, and even when he made them feel good they didn't like to show too much enthusiasm because it was unladylike, apparently.

With you it was things he hadn't even realized were options-- like the very first time, when you were holding onto his knees for balance as you bounced your ass on him, moaning loudly, your pussy gripping him for dear life.

With women back then, sex was a thing women let men have as a begrudging favor, but you begged him for it, sobbed and shook and shivered beneath him, opened your legs for him constantly... he could barely keep up, honestly, but he was more than happy to try. When he couldn't come any more at least he could get you off with his fingers or devour your cunt, and you loved it.

Almost as much, you loved doing things women absolutely did not do in 1966. Only hookers gave blowjobs then, but you got on your knees and sucked him off gladly, getting wet just from his cock down your throat. You even swallowed his come; you even let him paint your face with it and it genuinely blew his mind.

He was totally in awe of you. You weren't just the woman of his dreams, you were beyond that: never in a million years could he have dreamed up a girl like you. Even further, he never would've thought he'd actually get to call you his girl.

"Yours, yours, all yours," you chanted as he pounded you into the mattress.

"Yeah you are," he agreed, "my fuckin whore, huh? My pretty fucktoy?"

"Yes," you sobbed, and he loved how much you loved being called rude things like that. "Whatever you want..."

"But it's not about what I want, is it?" he grinned. "It's about how you want to be used, all the filthy things you want me to do to you, ain't that right?"

You whined a little but nodded.

"So tell me what you want," he prompted.

"I want... I want you to take my ass," you admitted suddenly, biting your lip a bit as he stopped moving to stare down at you in shock.

"You— I— what?" he stammered.

"You... you don't have to, if you don't want—“

"Oh, I want," he cut you off to assure, "I wanna give you anything you ask for. I just... I didn't even know... How long have you been thinkin' about this?"

"Ever since the first time you fucked me," you admitted, making him choke on his gasp. "Remember, how I rode you and you kept staring at my ass? I kept hoping you'd hold me down and put your thumb in it while you fucked me..."

"Oh Christ," he groaned, "so that's how it is then? You're tryna kill me?"

You giggled, and he pulled out to roll you onto your back, kissing you suddenly.

"You're too fuckin good to be true," he sighed against your lips. You laughed and hugged him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I'm really nothing special," you denied with a smirk as he kissed his way to your neck, "a lot of girls will do that nowadays."

"It's not that you're willing to do it, honey, it's that you want it so bad," he explained in a whisper right against your ear. "I don't need half the stuff you do, I'd be happy with wholesome lovemaking three times a week. What's so amazing is that you want more... and for some goddamn reason you want it from me."

He kissed you again, a little slower but a lot harder, until he pulled back just enough to growl: "Turn over."

You happily flipped onto your stomach, arching your back to wiggle your butt out towards him.

"Quit actin' so desperate," he scolded with a hard spank that made you groan. "You're a hell of a woman but you sure as hell ain't no lady."

"You like it," you pointed out with a grin.

"Well, that's beside the point," he smirked back as he reached down to circle your tight rim with his finger. You reached up to your bedside drawer, from which a bottle of lube appeared in your hand that you passed back to him. "Now what's a sweet girl like you doing with this in her bedside drawer, huh?" he mocked, popping the cap to apply some to his fingers. "I see, you've got all sorts of guys coming over to fuck you in the ass, I'm just one of your hookups."

"No, just you," you sighed as he started to slide his lubed up finger over your hole. "I just want you, Lee, I swear."

"Hey, you're a modern woman, it would be too much to expect you to be a devil in the sheets and strictly monogamous..."

"Lee, baby, it's just you, haven't even thought about anybody else since I met you— fuck!" you gasped, interrupting yourself as he pushed one finger in.

"Just relax honey," he instructed, "if you can't take a finger I won't put my cock in you."

"No, please, need it," you whined. "I'll be good, please..."

He smiled and pushed the second finger in, slowly twisting within you and starting to stretch you out.

"More," you whispered, almost too quiet to hear but he heard you and quickly added a third finger which made you tense up at first before relaxing again.

He was entranced by watching your body open up for him, amazed at how well you were adjusting and how clearly your noises indicated enjoyment. He wouldn't have agreed to this if he didn't think you'd like it, and he had fully prepared himself for you to change your mind, but here you were... looking like you were having an even better time than he was.

"Please, I'm ready, I want it," you begged.

"No, baby, you need a little more," he assured, pushing his fingers deeper to be sure you'd be able to take him.

"Please please pleeeaaasse, I need your cock in me, I need you to fuck my ass—!"

He cut you off with another spank, pulling his fingers out of you to slather his cock with some lube and line it up with your hole. "You're sure?" he hissed.

You nodded eagerly and he barely moved his hips forward, just enough to start to slide his head into you, and you both let out a deep noise of pleasure together. But he didn't slow down until he met the end of you, one long smooth stroke into your waiting body until his hips met yours and he thought he might lose it right then and there.

"Oh my god," he sighed, "your ass is... so fuckin' tight..."

He started to move a little faster, pinning you down as you gasped and moaned so beautifully.

"Won't be by the time I'm done with it," he promised through his teeth, picking up his pace once again as you clutched at the sheets beneath you— yet your back arched to push your hips up towards him, so it was obvious you loved it. "That's whatcha want, sweetheart? For me to stretch out your ass?"

"Please," you whimpered.

"God, you're good, you're so good," he hissed, his hips slapping into your soft flesh loudly now, his rough hands pinning your shoulders down. “Too fuckin’ good…”

Your moans sounded different than usual— deeper, needier, desperate in a way he very much understood as he tried to hold himself back from fucking you too hard. It was difficult to pick where to look since every part of you looked so beautiful like this but he went ahead and settled his gaze on your face, the breathless moan you were perpetually caught in as your eyes fell shut and your mouth was open slack.

You chanted his name in a hoarse whisper as he fucked you harder, one more reminder to both of you that it was his body filling yours, his cock penetrating you in such a taboo way.

"I'm— I'm gonna come," you stammered, causing his brain to short circuit for a moment.

"You... you're gonna come, from this? Just this?" he realized.

You nodded, and he really had to hold back to not fill you instantly at the thought of you coming from anal alone. He understood now how he had suddenly appeared in this strange time, with no idea how or why; he must have died and gone to a very fucked up heaven.

“Go ahead and come then,” he instructed darkly. “Wanna see you come for me.”

He could all but see the shiver run up your spine, your upper teeth digging into your lip as you whimpered louder and louder— and it was a bit harder than normal to tell by the feel of you that you were coming, but the noises you made were incontrovertibly those of a woman thrown into pleasure. Your eyes rolled back, your moans exhausted and weak, and he couldn’t take it anymore: with a grunt of his own, he filled your insides with his spend, barely managing to hold his weight up so he wouldn’t crush you.

You hummed, wiggling a little under him as you caught your breath, and it was almost too much on his sensitive, softening cock.

“That was… you are…” he started over a few times, not even sure what to say.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” you announced as you sat up and gave him a quick kiss. “Join me later?”

“O-okay,” he mumbled, watching you dash to the bathroom as he fell back onto the bed and contemplated the wonderful insanity his life had become with you in it. Maybe the future really is bright after all...