#its good to draw full bodies once in a while

[postalollie]

my otp is postal dude and me together

[biscuitdragonwithastick]

Minotaur Ranch

cw: cnc, dubious consent, monster fucking, bestiality(?)

Based on the Eggpregtober Fic 3

I keep imagining what it'd be like to work on a Minotaur Ranch.

The beasts mostly keep to themselves, grazing the fields and laying around in the shade. They can act real cute with you sometimes. Nuzzling into your palm when you scratch their head just right. Mooing impatiently to be let out after being cooped up at night. It's easy to forget they're running on primal instinct until one shoved you against a wall and rips through your pants.

That's when you remember the rules of the ranch: Don't pet the Minotaur, Don't feed the Minotaur, and Don't ever present your ass to a Minotaur.

You hadn't thought these rules were that important.

How could you have known that petting and rubbing their bodies with soothing touches would be seen as an act of submission. It never would have occurred to you that feeding them a bit of your lunch every once in a while would be seen as a sign of courtship.

And when you turned around to pick up some equipment off the floor, how could you foreseen that the bull behind you would take it as a sign you were in heat.

Muscular hands hold you off the ground. As your legs dangle below you, you feel the wet muzzle of your Minotaur lick into your neck. It's meant to be a soothing gestures as he lines his bovine cock against your opening, but all you feel is terror at the rough fucking about to take place.

You've seen the ways the Minotaur's fight each other in the fields. It's part of their DNA to show dominance to the weak. You've heard of monster "bitching" before, and you know it's supposed to be an act of ferocious claiming meant to humiliate a subservient other.

You close your eyes, waiting for the pain of being split on Minotaur cock, but instead yelp as they pull you up further off the ground and lick you. Their tongue is long, wet and thick, thicker than a human cock. You can't help but moan as it breaches your hole. That only seems to encourage it, roughly thrusting it's tongue into you as deep as it can go. You writhe in its grip. At the angle its holding you, you can look down and see its tongue pushing your skin taut.

Once it's satisfied you've been opened enough it moves you down, back over its cock and thrusts inside. It doesn't hurt. It's so gentle with you, fucking you like it knows you weren't built for the full force of a Minotaur's strength. You clench down as you cum from the treatment. It bellows loud and low at how good you feel.

It fucks you against the wall like that. Slowly rocking forward into your human frame You can't help but imagine if you had been any other Minotaur. Would it have fucked you harder? Or was Minotaur mating far softer than you gave them credit for? You'll have to answer those questions later. Right now, you just want to focus on your next orgasm.

You know its close when it starts to breathe heavier and thrust a little faster. Wet slapping sounds fill the air as its balls hit your thighs. In one final thrust, it groans and hot cum fills you. You can feel its balls draw up behind you. You didn't realize how long a Minotaur could cum until minutes passed and you were still being filled. Most of it has pooled between your legs and onto the floor, but your bulging tummy is aching from what little can fill it.

But you love it. You loved being bred by your bull. You wished you could be fucked over and over again just like this.

As it pulls out of you and holds you limp in its grasp, it hands you over to another Minotaur. The whole herd had watched you be claimed, now they think your a mare in heat. You can't blame them. As you spread your legs for the next bull, you think about how good it is to work on a Minotaur ranch.

[artyandink]

hyperthermia

Summary: Based on a request by @yinorathedragontamer. You needed a break from hunting, so you didn’t go on the latest one, but found you needed something to occupy your time. Just your luck that the Winchesters happened to return home when you were washing Baby, and you caught the eye of a certain someone.

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TW: Set in S9 (so hot, scruffy Dean guys), and blatant checking out/fantasising

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Dean and Sam ambled back into the bunker, duffel bags carried by their taut arms like they’d done a million times before, so what should be a bag of bricks was a feather. Dean swept his hand over his mouth while Sam’s went through his hair, both ready to crash from the wear and tear of the hunt.

“I swear, m’ready to goddamn pass out.” Dean chuckled, nails scratching over the scruff that had grown on his cheek. He’d been hit a few times - not enough to cause bruises and whatnot - hard enough to cause fatigue once the adrenaline of the fight was used and faded.

Sam could only grunt in agreement, trying to rub the effects of a long drive from Oregon out of his eyes, paired it’s the disgruntlement of having to listen to rock tracks in the car. “You and me both. But hey, we should at least visit-”

“Roger that.” Dean cut Sam off before he could finish, in search of you. You were always a sight for sore eyes after a hunt, no matter what you were dressed in or if you were covered in blood; he enjoyed the vision that you were. More than he cared to admit.

He checked your bedroom, but he only found an unusually neat bed and a clean room, which was a rare occurrence for you and had him thinking that you were kidnapped, which prompted him to take out his gun.

You never did up your bed.

He crept through the hall, hoping to the good God that his boots didn’t squeak, but then familiar humming of ‘Stairway to Heaven’ caught the attention of his ears, originating from the garage. Followed by his arrival there, where he spotted you. And it wasn’t only just the sight of you that had him standing up straight.

You, in nothing but a soaked through plaid shirt tucked into some tight denim shorts, the sleeves of the plaid rolled up to your elbows and drawing his attention to your pretty hands. Hair damp and falling just right and had him biting his lip and fighting off the urge to ruin your friendship entirely. Droplets of water running down your neck, that damn sexy curve of your slightly bent legs and trailing beneath the v-shaped neckline that the collar of your shirt made that he was starting to think was made on purpose to make him go insane.

The image was too damn sinful. And he was suddenly not so tired and ‘ready to goddamn pass out’, more like licking his lips and biting the bottom one as he folded his arms over his chest. Eyes trained on you. Yeah, not so tuckered out anymore and ready to catch the full nine.

His bed can go to hell, he wanted you pinned against the bonnet of his Baby, legs spread wide so he could fit in between and show you how much he appreciated the job well-goddamn-done. Did he mention you were washing Baby? Probably not, he was too distracted with the way your hips were swaying as you stepped to cover another part of his beloved Impala with soap suds that then trickled down your own body and made your attire that much more see through and you that much more delicious.

Holy Jesus of Nazareth, you were giving his self control a run for its money. And his self control was likely to lose the money and go bankrupt if he wasn’t distracted pronto.

Wait- but why was he objectifying you? You were doing him a solid by cleaning the other girl of his dreams, why the hell would he think about your legs like that? And your body clearly outlined by the wet, clingy material of your shirt that he was starting to feel jealous of because he wanted to be that close to you.

No. Bad Dean.

He licked his lips again, his hips shifting slightly as he fought a clearing of his throat in case it’d alert you of his presence. His mossy eyes trained so precisely on you, it’d probably let you know he was there anyway, heat radiating from his gaze.

He didn’t want to think about the curve of that pretty neck. Or the way it’d feel under his lips.

Neither did he want to think about those delicate hands - that he knew were tough as hell - holding the sponge that was lathering up his Baby. Or the way they’d feel working his - nope, too far.

Definitely not the way the shirt looked like it now had to be peeled off your skin to reveal the treasure underneath, because god-holy-damn he had managed to catch a glimpse of black lace underneath that plaid. He’d happily unwrap you like a frickin’ present and it wasn’t even Christmas for about six months.

“Damn, pretty girl.” He muttered, running a hand through his hair that was begging to let his feet walk over, grab your hip and pull you into him so he could lick up your neck to collect all the water droplets running down them. What he wouldn’t give to just pop the button on those shorts, get to his knees and work you until his tongue ached.

Right there. Right-frickin’-there. Against his Baby-

“Pretty girl? That’s what we’re calling her now?” Sam muttered into his ear with a snort, not loud enough for you to hear as you bent over Baby’s bonnet in just the right way to have Dean’s eyes sliding down to that gorgeous ass framed in those shorts that should damn well be illegal.

Dean was snapped partially out of his thoughts, left embarrassed and disgruntled and somewhat still ogling that God-blessed ass before he followed Sam through the halls, the latter of which was sporting a smug smirk. “H-Hey, I was just-”

Sam raised his hands in surrender with a small laugh, looking back to Dean knowingly. “Hey, if you wanna check out her ass, do it at your own risk.”

“I wasn’t checking out her…” Dean got an image of it again and smirked slightly, jerking his head to the side, “yeah, maybe I was, so what? Can you blame me? That thing’s-”

Sam held up a finger, shivering in borderline discomfort as his mind filled the blank. “I’m gonna TMI you before you say it.”

“I’m just sayin’, I’m a man. I have needs, where a female who’s a badass hunter and also happens to be gorgeous and also happens to live with us is concerned. And it’s worse when she’s handlin’ my Baby.” He gave Sam a sheepish grin, but the younger Winchester only shook his head in mock disapproval, grabbing the duffel with his pyjamas.

“I’m going to bed.”

“You do that.” Dean grabbed his own duffel, heading to his room which, to his luck, passed the garage and you working on the car. You managed to lock eyes with him, and you gave him a cheery wave. He returned it, and as you turned, his eyes slid down to the curve of your ass again, eyebrows pumping once as a smirk stretched his pouty lips.

“I’ll see you in my dreams, sweetheart.” He muttered before he disappeared off to his bedroom to live his fantasy.

Meanwhile, you dried your face and neck off with a chuckle, going back to your room to change into some get into some drier and more comfortable clothing with a smug smirk on your face.

You’d noticed Dean through Baby’s newly cleaned mirror that you could probably sing ‘Reflection’ from Mulan in. His eyes taking you in and licking his lips like you were the latest snack he wanted to devour. His hands itching to touch you, his mind going blank when you pushed out your ass on purpose in order to catch his attention.

That was just phase one of your multi-step plan to strip Dean Winchester of his self control where you were concerned.

“Mission accomplished.” You muttered under your breath with a giggle.

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[trendywaifus]

WEEK ONE

↳ double pleasure

two powerful women fucking you into an oblivion.

featuring— transfem! acheron & ei x fem! reader

cw: double penetration, oral fixation, overstimulation, mind dumbfication, blowjob, mild face fucking, size kink, belly bulge, soft sex, creampie, unprotected sex, praise, pwp

sinful hands explored your body, making quick work of removing every article of clothing from your person. ei attaches her lips to your collarbone while archeron’s lips kisses the nape of your neck. almost immediately, you’re reduced to a puddle, whimpering and drawing in sharp breaths as ei plays with your breasts. she drags her lips down your heated skin until it’s wrapped around one of your hardened nipples. her hot tongue greedily swirls around the perky bud, occasionally sucking and tugging at it.

you whimpered, gripping the back of ei’s head, silently urging her to continue. “ it seems like our pretty lady is enjoying this, huh? ” acheron chuckles lowly in your ear, giving your ass a nice squeeze. her hand reaches around your waist to dive in between your legs. you let out a sharp gasp as she plays with your clit and runs her fingers up and down your wet folds. “ indeed our dearest is, “ ei pulls away from your nipple with a wet pop. “ and if we get a little rough, i apologize in advance. “

ei straightens her back until she’s eye level with you. taking your jaw in her palm, she pulls you into a passionate kiss full of tongue, her wet muscle hungrily explores your wet cavern. “ you think you can take care of me after you two are done, pretty? admittedly, i’m getting impatient. “ acheron whispers in your ear, grinding herself against your ass.

“ mhm, “ you hummed, swirling your tongue around ei’s for a few moments until she retracts away, a thin string of saliva connecting you and ei’s lips. her half–lidded glowing, amethyst eyes peers into yours. she blurts out, “ please have a seat on my face beloved, i’m curious about how you taste. “ you blinked at her as well as the other counterpart.

acheron lets out a breathy laugh, “ i didn’t think i’d be so daring to request such a thing. this is perhaps perfect for me. “

within minutes, you’re sitting on ei’s face while she’s making out with your pussy, holding you down by the hips. acheron’s stands over you, gently pressing the flushed tip of her cock against your slightly parted lips. “ can you open wide for me?” she asks softly, looking down at you with a warm smile despite the needy look in her eyes. entranced by her gentleness, you complied, allowing her thick length to slowly slide inside your mouth.

“ good girl. . “ acheron groans, running her fingers through your hair. you enclosed your lips around her once you feel her hit the back of your throat. you only have half of her in your mouth and she already feels so heavy on your tongue, tensing your jaw. “ you look so beautiful like this, “ she mutters, admiring the cute concentrated look on your face as you struggled to accommodate her size. “ you don’t have to do anything, i’ll move. tap me if it’s too much. “

and she does, slowly moving her hips out and back in each time her cockhead grazes your throat. you rock yourself against ei’s face as she slurps and laps up your juices. she’s surprisingly a moaning mess just like you are. one of many broken moans spills from your lips; one that particularly causes acheron to grunt from its vibration. your tongue eagerly licks anywhere it can reach, eliciting a soft moan from acheron.

her thrusts grows subtly careless as her cockhead slowly eases deeper down your throat, you’re nearly gagging. “ you feel so great—i-i am barely keeping myself in control here.” acheron confesses jokingly, tenderly scratching your scalp with graceful fingers. you let out a loud, muffled moan, eyes beautifully rolling to the back your head from ei overstimulating your squirting pussy. “ forgive me dearest, i must of gotten carried away. ” ei mumbles, noticing your thighs trembling against the sides of her head. she places apologetic kisses to your inner thighs.

“ clearly. “ acheron sighs, her gaze still fixated on your tear–stricken face. she pulls her cock from your mouth so you can breath properly. “ w-want. .” you panted between shaky breaths.

the galaxy ranger pats your head affectionately, “ catch your breath first before you continue, sweetheart— “

“ ‘w-want you and ei i-inside of me—pl-please. “ you whimpered, looking up at the woman with dazed, yet desperate eyes that made her cheeks flush red. acheron clears her throat, “ i-i see. but let’s slow down princess, i’m not sure if you can take two of us at the same time— “

“ if that’s what you wish for, dearest, then i shall grant it. “ ei removes you from her face and swiftly positions you over her weeping cock. hands gripping your hips, she helps you sink down and stares in awe at the sight of your dripping cunt swallowing her length. the deity moans loudly from the tight sensation of your warm walls clamping around her length. back pressed against the tatami mat, she thrusts her hips upwards, giving you momentum to start bouncing on her cock.

acheron watched as you continue to shamelessly ride ei, her eyes travels down to your pretty tits bouncing up and down, her cock twitches with anticipation. “ if you truly do want us so bad, “ acheron joins the two of you on the mat, she presses her palm against your back, gently bending you down until your upper body is pressed against ei’s. she hovers over your back, spreading your ass cheeks apart to line herself with your puckering hole. “ then i guess i have no choice but to grant you your wish as well. “

she uses her pre-cum mixed with your drool as lube and teases your hole. acheron carefully falls on your back, wrapping an arm around your waist while the other is against the mat for support. “ i know it’s going to be uncomfortable at first, but i’ll do my best to be as gentle as possible. like i’ve mentioned before, indicate to me or tell me when you want to stop if it gets too much. “

acheron slowly pushes herself inside, placing several apologetic kisses to your back as she hears soft pained noises erupting from your throat. ei, who stopped moving so you can adjust accordingly, cradles your cheeks with delicate hands and guides your face towards her. she peers at you with soft eyes, “ if you wish to find more comfort during this process, please, allow me to provide it for you, dearest. “ ei pulls you into a gentle kiss, so gentle and sweet it made your heart warm. after several minutes of soft kisses and words of encouragement and praises, acheron was able to fully fit inside.

“ y-you can move, acheron and ei. i’m okay. “ you said, burying your face into ei’s neck.

“ of course, sweetheart. “

“ of course, beloved. “

once they started fucking your pussy and ass simultaneously, you soon became helplessly dumb. you were such a pretty babbling mess that it was almost a pathetic sight to witness. ei’s cock filling you to the brim, repeatedly hitting against all the right places, and acheron’s cock pounding into your ass so deliciously deep, you never felt so full.

“ j-just like that, pleasee, “ you drawled, your tongue lolled out, holding onto ei for dear life. “ mmm, you’re doing absolutely wonderful, dearest. .! “ she moans out, griping your hips as she continues to fuck you without any signs of exhaustion.

“ i-i agree, i didn’t think she could handle us both but i’ve been proven wrong—ah, sweetheart, you’re squeezing me—“ she says with gritted teeth, slowing down to fuck your ass in slow, shallow thrusts. she doesn’t wanna cum too soon but you’re intending on milking her dry, huh? acheron’s hand presses down on the outline of ei’s cock bulging out from your stomach, causing you to scream out in pleasure.

“ wanna cum—gonna cum! “ you mewled, throwing your head back in pure euphoria as you squirted once more, this time all over ei’s cock. ei follows behind with a throaty moan, hugging you tight against her as her hot seed fills you up. acheron buries her face in between your neck and shoulder blade, thrusting a few more times before she stuffs your ass with her cum. “ you did so good, my pretty girl. “ she mumbles breathlessly into your sweaty skin, not pulling out until she gives you every last drop.

ei does the same and grasps your face to sloppily kiss your swollen lips while acheron kisses your back, “ let’s do this another time, this was a wonderful experience. i’ll make sure we’ll meet again. “

[kiwicopia]

🔞 MDNI | Kinktober: Exhibitionism 🔞

🎃 True Form!Sukuna x Fem!Concubine!Reader 🎃

TW: Jealousy, two cocks, fondling, cumflation, cum marking, belly bulge, mentions of murder, slight blood, cunnilingus (tummy tongue), reverse cowgirl position, squirting, rough riding.

tags: @stygianoir @shes-so-insane @uzxotic

Ryomen Sukuna was a lot of things. King of Curses, The Disgraced One, the strongest, a murderer, possessive… but one thing you never thought he’d be was jealous. Possessive, yes, but the man never once donned a jealous expression, until now. When he caught a servant flirting so shamelessly with you while his back was turned. You didn’t belong to that peasant. You were Sukuna’s—his little toy to do with as he pleased. Such insolence was met with a swift demise for the servant and a punishment for his little concubine.

A sharp gasp slipped out as his stomach’s tongue wiggled inside your cunt, stretching your gummy walls even further as it tasted you. One pair of arms kept your thighs apart as you sat in his lap, back pressed firmly against his chest while his hands on the other pair cupped your breasts. His thumbs rolled over your nipples, drawing a soft moan from your lips. “Master Su—.”

“Don’t speak,” he said, cutting you off from speaking. One hand left your tit and grasped your face before tilting your head back, letting your eyes meet his. “This is a punishment. You need to be taught a lesson and remember who it is you belong to.” His thumb stroked your cheek before his grip tightened a little more, causing you to whimper from the pressure. It wasn’t enough to harm you, but it certainly got his point across.

To make matters worse, he had summoned every single servant at his disposal to witness it. He was going to let them all see that you were his, and that they were not allowed to speak or touch you. His hand turned your head once more, forcing you to look out at the many eyes that watched as his tongue savored your little cunt. Your body squirmed from having an audience and the fact that your arousal trickled down onto his thighs.

His stomach’s tongue reached deeper inside of you, the tip pushing against your cervix harshly. It hurt, but you couldn’t deny how good it felt as well. A small whine broke out the second that pressure was removed, only to be replaced by a moan when the tongue roughly licked up against your clit. Your legs trembled lightly from the pleasure it gave you, and as much as you wanted to move your hips against the appendage, his arms kept you spread in place. “Master,” you moaned, drawing a smirk from the curse.

Your legs shook a little more, and your hands slid down to further the pleasure, yet you were apprehended as his other hand left your tit and gripped both of your wrists. “Ah, ah,” he tutted, his smirk broadening, “don’t you dare.” His hand tightened around your wrists, pulling another whine from your pretty lips. He wasn’t about to let you do as you pleased, oh no. This was punishment, not pleasure, and you needed to be reminded of that. The tongue then retracted back into his stomach as the arms that kept your legs spread apart lifted you just enough for the head of his cock to settle at your entrance.

Sukuna showed no mercy as his arms suddenly slammed your body down, causing you to scream out as his dick shoved its way inside your pussy. Your walls had no time to accommodate to his size, and you felt yourself clench at how full he made you feel. One hand let go of your leg and gripped your waist as he moved you up and down, forcing you to take more and more of his length every time. The hand that held your face tipped your head downward, allowing you to see the way he made your stomach bulge from his size.

It was painful with him not letting you get used to his size, and it would’ve been worse if you hadn’t already been so wet from the tongue prior. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as his thick cock bullied your little cunt, forcing you down more and more before finally bottoming out inside of you. He growled low at the tightness, marveling in the way your pussy gripped him like its life depended on it. It didn’t matter how many times he took you, your body was always the same, and it would end the same, too.

His hand moved your head again, now forcing you to look back at the peasants that watched the scene. He heard their whispers but paid no mind to them. All he was focused on was showing them that you were his. “Look at them,” he whispered, his hot breath tickling your ear, “look at the way they watch you bounce on my cock.” His smirk was still plastered to his face as he relished the moment. Your eyes closed halfway as he continued moving your body up and down on his dick, building up the pleasure that slowly consumed your body. His second cock twitched, the movement causing it to rub against your clit.

Your body jolted up at the feeling, and it only made the curse hum in delight as he thought. His other hand soon let go of your other leg as it drifted down to his throbbing erection, and it wasn’t long before you felt him press it against your bundle of nerves. Pleasure shot up your body each time he brought your body down on his first cock while the second rubbed harshly against your clit. Your thighs clenched at how intense everything was for you, and the way the audience watched you did nothing to deter you from wanting to climax. You didn’t care if it was in front of them. Not when they’ve already seen you bare and taking your master’s cock like the good girl you were.

“Gonna cum,” he mumbled, “gonna fill you up and make them see.”

Your mouth hung open as you attempted to speak, but incoherent babbling was all anyone heard as he forced you to ride him so roughly. Your mind was muddled with lustful thoughts as your body clenched, a simple sign that you were fixing to cum. Sukuna knew this and his movements increased as he brought you down on his dick, shoving it further inside of you. The tip kissed your cervix harshly before bringing you down one final time. A low groan left his lips as his nails dug into your waist, drawing a little bit of blood as his first cock shot a thick load inside you. His second came shortly after, decorating part of your face, chest, stomach and thighs with thick, white ropes of seed.

It was all too much. The pressure of his first dick inside of you followed by an increase of that from him filling you up was what brought you over the edge. Your entire body shook as you unraveled, your pussy fluttering wildly and creaming all over the cock that was still inside of you. His dick caused a large stomach bulge, yet his cum added on to that. The crowd watching murmured low with one another as he marked and bred you like a bitch.

When the man lifted you up off of him, your slick and his cum seeped out of your cunt. He then lowered you back down, letting you rest against his chest as you stared at your audience with a look of being fucked out of your mind on your face. Now everyone knew you were his. They weren’t allowed to talk to you, to touch you, not even look at you, either. You belonged to Sukuna and only to Sukuna. His little toy. His little concubine.

No one would forget this day. How could they? The way your chest heaved with exhaustion, the marks on your waist from his nails, how his cum painted your body so beautifully, and the fucked out expression on your face would be burned into their memories forever.

[neuvistar]

poly jingren x reader has been on my mind 4 so longgg.. ITS SO BADD. please give me more thirsts or thoughts abt poly!jingren x reader i’m lovin them rn | hint of fluff, mostly nsfw

short lil thirst ! jing yuan + blade x fem!reader (use of she/her pronouns), big dick jing yuan + blade foreal, reader implied 2 be shorter in height, degrading terms (whore, slut, etc), mentions of squirting, mating press + full nelson, SIZE KINK!! SIZE KINK!!, blade’s a lil mean but it’s ok bc it’s blade!, cum cum lots of cum (sounds funny but it’s okay </3) | overall suggestive content minors do not interact

poly!jingren who would have different tolerance of your brattiness. jing yuan having the highest patience for u n blade having the least! you always run to jing yuan whenever blade talks abt punishing u n he thinks it’s soso cute :(( he’s always protecting you, nuzzling against his chest with your arms wrapped around his huge body, ur so cute! a darling you are..

jing yuan always tried dodging the idea of you wearing short skirts in public, why? you would make his dick hard, easy. but, you decided it was a good idea to wear the shortest skirt known 2 mankind one day, paying him a visit at his office. imagine this, jing yuan would be at his office doing work at his desk n all of the sudden you walk in looking all slutty, a short skirt that just barely covers your plushy thighs and ass, he would brush it off at first up until you purposely drop the pen on his desk bending down to pick it up. once you stood up, you would already be bent over his desk. that’s what you wanted, after all. “are you trying to tempt me, dove? because it sure is working.” jing yuan has zero patience whenever you’re acting like a whore in public, he would plant kisses all over your back and pound into you like there’s no tomorrow, his big dick stretching you out :(( choked moans would leave your throat, rambling on about how rough he was being with you, and that people might hear you and walk in, but he didn’t care, infact that was the last of his worries. he savoured the feeling of your tight walls pulsing around his cock, cumming inside and cumming on your panties too! i hope u’ll enjoy the stickiness between your thighs <3 (he’ll snitch to blade too abt it, what a bitch)

poly!jingren would be protective over you, even though they’re a pain to be with sometimes due to their constant arguments and disagreements, dating them does have its benefits. they would stand on either side of you, one on your left and one on your right. geez, you look so cute compared to them, it’s like you were walking around with two dogs on your leash, reading to pounce at anyone who dares speak ill of you or touches you. speaking of size.. i feel like they’d both have a size kink, you’re just so short compared to them they can’t help but fantasize about bending you over and fucking you in different positions, i feel like they both each have their favourites on that.

jing yuan loves putting you in a mating press, he likes it becuz it makes him cum quicker! not even a few thrusts and he’s already cumming inside, loving how you squirt all over his cock. he would press your knees against your chest, folding you in half almost. he would gently draw circles on your knee while the tip of his dick kisses your cervix, he’s so sweet to you though.. whispering praises in your ear. he would catch you off guard sometimes due to how sweet he was with you, not noticing how much he came, staring down at the mess he made in your cunt w cum seeping out </3

blade would absolutely love folding you in a full nelson, bro has sm strength it scares you sometimes. he would hook his arms under your knees, thrusting his hips into you. “sucha’ whore for my cock, aren’t you? you like it when i fuck you hard like this, don’t you?” mmm also also maybe if he’s feeling it, i bet bro would let jing yuan would join too, but he wouldn’t impale you with his dick like blade is, no.. he would rub his cock against your slit, placing kisses on your legs. honestly, jing yuan is your saviour atp. cuz everytime blade folds you in a full nelson, he’s always concerned that he’ll break you, so he tries telling him to ease it up a bit with you <3

poly!jingren would have god like stamina and strength, great speed n strength comes w great consequences! whether it is in a non sexual way or not, i feel like their stamina n strength would be useful in your relationship, its a lil cute since ur kinda shorter in height n they would always tower over u n help i get things from the high shelf or cabinet, it’s so cute! <33 but yet.. it’s a lil scary in bed cuz they can last so long w u and fuck you until you forget your own name, but it’ll be fine!! you can handle them!

poly!jingren both probably didn’t realize they had a size kink until they got intimate with you, it was probably the last of their worries up until one night. blade would probably notice a cute little bump on your stomach, noticing just how small you rlly are compared to them, jing yuan would too! honestly they both just love how their huge cocks slide in and out of your pussy, the bulge on your stomach going down, up, down up, over and over again! you’re just so.. cute they can’t help but stretch your little pussy out a bit.

“cmon sweetheart, you got this. you’re so cute, mhm.. you can handle more right?“

“sure she can, she’s strong girl. if shes— mmp.. squeezing around us like that, i’m sure she can handle more.”

“mm.. mhm. i can see that.” jing yuan leaned down, bringing his voice down to a whisper, “do you like it when we stretch you out with our cocks like this, baby?”

“fuck yeah she does, look at her. she’s creaming on our cocks already. s’ messy.”

poly!jingren who would both try their best to be gentle to you, sometimes it backfires but you don’t seem to mind! what’s very true about them is they both don’t want to hurt you in anyway, sure they fuck you hard enough and punish you but their intentions r never to hurt u, they would always ask you if you’re okay, even if they see the slightest hint of discomfort or pain in your face. especially jing yuan, he’s rlly rlly sweet n same goes to blade but he shows it in his own way. u know that blade doesn’t mean half of the things he says (he knows ur a slut for their cock tho but that’s besides the point) n sometimes he can get carried away but he would apologize with a simple “sorry.” and ask you if he was too rough on you, both r sweethearts yk

[seoulzie]

hiii, can i make a nsfw request for fem reader x yeonjun with the prompt ‘just the tip’ 😵‍💫😵‍💫 and he calls the reader bunny 😵‍💫😵‍💫 the rest is up to you if you take the request hehe

anyway, take care of yourself, i really really like your works !!

just the tip

WHEREIN: yeonjun cant hold himself back & begs reader for "just the tip"

彡 pairing: bf!yeonjun x reader 彡 genre: smut 彡 warnings: pet names (baby, bunny) begging, penetration, dirty talk, orgasm denial if u squint, yeonjun is lowkey a sub???

the room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm hue over everything. yeonjun lay beside you, his arm draped lazily over your waist as he pressed gentle kisses along your neck. his breath was warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"you're so beautiful, bunny," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. you could feel his need growing, pressing insistently against your thigh.

you turned to face him, your hands slipping under his shirt, feeling the toned muscles of his abdomen. his breath hitched as you moved closer, your lips capturing his in a deep, passionate kiss. his hands roamed your body, tugging at the hem of your shirt, eager to feel your skin against his.

"yeonjun," you whispered, pulling back slightly. "we can't... not tonight."

he groaned, his forehead resting against yours. "please, i need you. just a little?"

you bit your lip, the sight of him so needy and desperate making your resolve waver. “just the tip,” your voice barely above a whisper.

his eyes lit up with a fervor that made your core clench in anticipation. he positioned himself at your entrance, his tip teasing your slick folds. the sensation made you shiver, your breath hitching as he gently pushed just the head inside.

yeonjun groaned in relief, positioning himself at your entrance. “thank you so much—fuck—oh god—so good,” he whimpered as he slipped in gently, just the head of his cock stretching you deliciously.

you clenched around him, making him gasp and grip your hips to steady himself. “don’t move,” you warned, enjoying the power you held over him.

he nodded frantically, his breath coming in short pants. “i’ll be good. i promise.”

yeonjun complied as best he could, his hand moving to jerk himself off while keeping just the tip inside you. the sensation was maddening, both of you on the edge, but you teased him further, clenching around him every once in a while.

“fuck, you’re killing me,” he groaned, his hips twitching as he tried to resist the urge to thrust deeper.

“bunny, please,” he panted, his voice full of need. “let me… please…”

he whimpered, his head falling forward as he tried to comply. the sight of him struggling was driving you insane, your own desire growing with each passing second. his hands were gripping your hips so tightly you were sure they’d leave marks, but the pleasure of seeing him this desperate was worth it.

he thrust gently, his hips moving in a slow rhythm. his eyes locked onto yours, pleading silently for more. you clenched around him again, enjoying the way he shivered in response. his hand moved faster on his cock, his movements becoming erratic.

“please, fuck,” he begged, his voice breaking. “i can’t… i need… more…”

a delicious dread coiled in your stomach, a warning sign ignored by the traitorous thrumming in your pulse, the sensation of his tip inside you driving you to the brink. you knew he was close, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. your own arousal was reaching its peak, and you decided to give in.

“okay, junnie,” you whispered, your voice breathless. “you can have more.”

he let out a strangled cry of relief, his hips snapping forward as he buried himself fully inside you. the sudden stretch made you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders. he didn’t move at first, just savoring the feeling of being fully sheathed inside you. then he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, drawing out the pleasure for both of you.

“fuck, bunny,” he moaned, his voice low and guttural. “you feel so good. so tight.”

you could only moan in response, your body arching into his as he picked up the pace. each thrust was hitting you deeper, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. his hands moved to cup your breasts, squeezing them gently as he continued to pound into you.

“more,” you choked, your own need taking over. “harder.”

he obliged, his movements becoming more frantic as he chased his release. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, accompanied by his guttural moans and your breathless cries. you could feel yourself getting closer, the pit in your stomach tightening with each thrust.

“i’m gonna… fuck… i’m gonna come,” he groaned, his pace becoming erratic.

“do it,” you urged, your own climax building. “come for me, jun"

his hips snapped forward one last time, burying himself deep inside you as he came. the feeling of his release triggered your own, your body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. you clung to him, your nails leaving red trails down his back as you both rode out your pleasure.

when it was over, he collapsed on top of you, both of you panting heavily. he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his hands stroking your sides soothingly.

“thank you, bunny,” he whispered, his voice full of contentment. “that was… amazing.”

you smiled, your heart swelling with affection. “anytime, baby. anytime.”

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[hannieehaee]

hihihi!! can you do a full sub vernon fic please??

18+ / mdi

content: sub!vernon, softdom!reader, smut, handjob, etc.

wc: 651

a/n: this turned out shorter than i thought but i have a lot of vernon requests so i promise more vernon is coming soon<3

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"k-keep going, fuck- please ..."

"yeah, it feels good, huh? what if i do— this?", you whispered into his ear as one of your hands went up to toy at his nipple, harshly pulling at it whilst your other hand continued its torture on his cock.

sitting behind him, you had pulled and stroke at his cock endlessly for the past hour, not once granting him the pleasure of an orgasm.

"y-yes, just- fuck, too sensitive," he breathed out.

"too much? but you asked for this, nonnie. remember?", you recalled back to an exhausted vernon coming home, getting lost in your kiss as soon as you welcomed him in and allowing you to guide him into your bedroom.

on days where he came home particularly tired, you liked to provide him with a safe space in which you'd take care of him. denying his orgasms always amplified his pleasure and led him to a rewarding slumber after the fact. he enjoyed doing the same to you when the tables were flipped.

"i know, but ... fuck, i need it now," he whined.

"just a little longer, okay, baby? just let me play with you a little longer. it'll feel so good, i promise," your lips went back to softly kissing at his neck, occupying yourself with his pleasure.

your right hand worked his cock while your right flicked at his nipples. you almost wished he was under you so you could grind his cock against his abdomen and leave love bites all over his chest, but maybe you'd save that for next time he had a grueling day at work.

for now, you continued to kiss your way to his ear, whispering filthy praise into it as your hand went back down to his cock to softly scratch at his balls, earning a deep groan from him.

feeling him shudder against you, you knew another orgasm was approaching. the question was whether or not you'd finally let him achieve it.

before you could do anything else, the boy interrupted your thoughts.

"plea-please! fuck, i need ... make me cum, please. i'll- i'll make you cum right after, just- fuck, oh, fuck. i'm almost there, i-" he threw his head back into your shoulder the moment your hands began squeezing him just a little harder, moving just a little faster.

"almost there, nonnie? hmm? gonna make a mess all over yourself?", you mockingly laughed into his ear.

"y-yes, just ... just- fuck, a little more and i'll-", he gasped when you gave extra attention to his tip, "oh, oh, fuck, please ..."

he sounded so pretty, it was too hard for you to keep up your facade. you wanted to see him cum just as badly as he wanted to cum. with this thought in mind, you finally gave him the go-ahead, kissing at his shoulders and neck when his orgasm finally arrived.

"thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou," he rambled with a hiccuped gasp once his orgasm took over him, causing a full-body shudder to invade him.

with soft praise whispered into his skin, you coaxed the orgasm out of him, loving on him up until the moment his high subsided, leaving him to press himself up against you even further, now even more exhausted than before.

whining at you when you decided to move away from his touch, you lightly slapped his hands away, earning yourself a tired chuckle from him. getting up, you held out your hand to the boy, needing some convincing to get him to actually sit up for you.

"c'mon, baby. let's draw you a bath," you said, "i'll wash your hair and then you can to go bed."

suddenly interested, he raised an eyebrow, "you'll bathe with me?", he asked as if it was a selling point he needed confirmed.

"and i'll even cuddle you in bed afterwards," you smiled.

"sold," he said, suddenly regaining his energy and getting up, leading you to the bathroom.

[delicious-in-imagines]

Nsfw headcannons for Laios, Mithrun and Kabru??? 👀👀

I love them very much 😁 (I'm soooo normal for them, so so so normal)

*rubs my grubby lil hands together* :)))

NSFW below the cut, as per usual! Spoilers for Mithrun!

Requests are still OPEN!

Laios Touden

You have the full authority to bully this man - I promise you that he enjoys it. He wants to be so good for you, sitting on his legs as he looks up at you, awaiting each and every instruction. For him, it's all about fulfilling your desires and wishes, anything you ask of him, you don't need to repeat yourself.

Grope and grasp at his body, that little bit of extra padding that he has, and feel free to add some stinging remarks to the fondling. His chest is especially sensitive, Laios letting out the cutest little gasps as you take a handful each and squeeze. That adorable blush of his will paint across his skin and up his neck, even to the tips of his ears as you coo and sneer at him in equal measure.

He loves to have you on top of him, riding him into the earth as he holds at your waist like a lifeline. He'll babble out whatever he's thinking, usually interrupting himself while he's gasping about how beautiful/handsome you are on top of him, how thankful he is to have you in his life.

We all saw the way he ties ropes, but this man is no rigger - he's a bunny through and through. He'll teach you each and every knot that he knows, showing where to place them on his body while he can barely contain his excitement as each line grows taut. Eventually, he's wrapped up for you like a pretty little package, blushing and already fixing to burst at the seams.

He's usually starving after sex, so grabbing a bite is definitely part of his aftercare. He'll offer you up some food as well, lingering by your side and enjoying the warmth of your bodies, and the feeling of your fingers carding through his hair. He's always got this dopey smile on his face after the deed, something that lingers even while he conks out afterwards.

Kabru of Utaya

Kabru is a 'try anything once' sort of guy, so if you come up to him asking to try something new in the bedroom, he's not going to shoot you down. There are some things that he might need some coaxing on, especially if it involves inflicting pain on you - though he is conscious of the fact that he won't know his limits until he pushes against them, at least a little.

He loves to have his hands bound under him, the slight burn in his shoulders and the grating from trying to 'struggle' his way out of his bindings. It leaves him at your mercy, looking up at you with those bright blue eyes as you take your fill of him, knowing that he's 'powerless' to stop your roaming hands and teasing mouth.

The trust between you is a turn on to him all on its own. Knowing that at any given point, he could say the word and you would stop without any hesitation is part of the thrill. It's the safety within those walls that gives you both the freedom to explore your desires - and knowing you're enjoying yourself is intoxicating in its own right.

When he's alone, or sometimes if you're interested, he'll engage in orgasm denial, squeezing the base of his length, or using a snug ring to stop his pleasure in its tracks. You can keep this up until he's weeping from both his eyes and his arousal, paired with the previously mentioned bindings, he'll be begging for release which only you can provide - if you're feeling merciful.

A bath after your activities is a must, not only to wipe away any sweat and fluids, but also to just enjoy some casual nudity and each other's presence. He'll pay extra attention to any marks that he's made, rubbing gently against them while you talk about what went well, things to try next time, etc., ...

Mithrun of the House of Kerensil

The easiest way to work Mithrun up intentionally is to clamber into his lap, draping your arms around his neck and drawing him close. After a display like that, you're not getting away from him. If you try to pull away he'll settle his hands on your hips and grip you closer. It's only after some heated frottage or Mithrun sparing a moment to teleport whatever offending articles of clothing away to get to both your arousals that he'll finally let you go.

Any undue attention towards you from anyone is another quick way to get him riled up. He'll grab your wrist to tug you away, sometimes sending the offender outside of the walls, before pinning you to a nearby wall with barely any semblance of privacy to have his wicked way with you. He'll press teeth and open-mouthed kisses to the length of your neck, his actions speaking where his lips would not.

An easy way to turn the tables on him is to speak so sweetly to him, calling him handsome, cooing at him and complimenting him. It knocks him off balance, and it's the perfect chance to get him on bottom. Lavishing his body in reverent touches and kisses, he turns into a mess, and will often bring a hand up to try and hide his face.

The two of you have a fair collection of toys - though usually it's to use on him. Part of his newfound desires is the exploration and deepening of those, and the more that you can potentially overwhelm him during those intimate moments, the better. Little enchanted trinkets that with a tiny bit of mana can vibrate, or some select pieces that Fleki or Lycion suggested to the pair of you embarrassingly enough, the potential is endless.

All of the aftercare will fall to you. Making sure that he eats something light and rehydrates, knowing that you'll both probably need to rest pretty soon after. On some rare occasions though, he'll still your hand and check you over, rubbing and pressing kisses to some of the harsh marks that he's left behind - his favorite reminders that you choose to stay with him, that he's your first pick, even if you could have anyone else.

[poppy-metal]

okay idk if this is tmi or not but i like LOVE just like grinding but like naked and like the teasing, like imagine like dom!reader taking pathetic!art’s dick and like rubbing it up and down her pussy, just like teasing him and stimulating her clit with his tip while he’s begging and crying for her to let him cum and put it in like UGHHH ITS SO HOT

yeah <333 can make yourself cum from the friction of rubbing his weepy pink tip back and forth over your clit, really - sending little bolts of pleasure through your body everytime his slit catches against the stiff peak of your nub. "oh please - please, baby - " he begs so pretty. his voice gets whiney when he pleads with you. flushed pink and watching where you rub him against you.

"what?" you ask, knowing full well what he wants - what you're doing to him. you're soaking wet. slick leaking from your cunt and you know if you slid backward he could slip inside you so easy, too.

"put me inside you. you're so wet - fuck," he tilts his head back and you see the pale column of his throat bared to you - his adams apple bobbing as he swallows his own spit, gasps his pink lips apart as you pass his head once again over your throbbing clit. "I can make you feel good. let me make you cum, baby, please -"

you clench around nothing at the sound of his voice. circling his cock against you - bobbing your hips up and down gently so his sticky head bumps and glides your button. "m'already making myself feel good. your pretty cock feels - amazing, baby." you tap tap tap him against you - your thighs trembling - "ohhhh yes - that's gonna make me cum."

he could cry. he wants to feel you cum.

"wanna feel you," he tries again. appeals, "just a little - don't you wanna be stretched out? let me in - let me fill you, baby, please. wanna spread you open -"

god, he's good. fuck.

you whine. glare weakly down at him for being shady - you should have gagged him, but then you wouldn't hear his whines.

your cunt pulses at his words - and you're close - you could cum this way - but he's reminding you how good he feels inside - when you're all worked up and wet and he just - glides right in -

your hips move on their own, sliding his cock through your wet slit until he's catching at your opening - fat crown breaching you immediately with how slick you are and you both moan - your hand leaves his base to balance yourself on his shoulders as you let yourself sink down down down -

"ohhhhhh goooood -" you whine and you start coming. eyes rolling back - "oh fuck, art - oh fuck you're so big -"

your walls spasm around him, drawing him in as you twitch and pulse and cum. his hands grip your ass, taking your moment of weakness to slam you the rest of the way down, grunting at how you clench rhythmically around him as you cum. "that's it - yes, fuck yes - cum on me - use me to cum -" he helps bounce you up and down. ride it out. "you're so beautiful."

he loves you.

[ferrstappen]

primero llegó verstappen l MV1

a/n: MONACO by Bad Bunny. that's it that's the tweet. this isn't very long and its all over the place but I hope you like it <3

summary: Suddenly, Max isn't annoyed about being featured in a music video.

Max couldn't stop staring at himself in the mirror of a tent full of outfits, cameras and people moving from one place to another. In his mind he already did enough promo for the team, more than enough after being crowned World Champion for the third time and a huge contributor to the comfortable win of the Constructors Championship as well.

Maybe appearing in a music video was where he draw the line?

He wouldn't have an issue if it was him on his fireproofs doing a couple of laps in some closed circuits, maybe even some hot laps, but having to pose next to his RB19, wearing a faux leather jacket and showing one of his TAG Heuer Monaco Titan, because he was a walking billboard, was a little too much on his books, especially as a make up artist mixed different shades of some foundation, and Max was trying really hard not to take offense after he told him "his dark circles were incredibly hard to conceal".

Here he was doing favors and in return was being offended by his lack of sleep and naturally pale complexion.

He almost laughed after noticing Checo staring at himself in the mirror, the same confused and uncomfortable look on his face, and the same tight jacket as they contemplated the marina from above.

In conclusion, yes, this was well above his paycheck. Max also wouldn't deny he didn't thrill on the presence of paparazzi in quiet Monaco. granted, they were looking for the big star who was doing some shots around the city, walking hand in hand with his model girlfriend, but he could still make out some yelling for him and Checo.

Then, his day took a turn.

Some crew members wearing headphones and what he assumed were the assistants approached him and Checo, telling them this wouldn't take long since all they had to do was walk around the car, get in and out of the car, with and without the helmet, all while blasting the song.

A very catchy and good song that mentioned he was the first one to cross the finish line. At least he couldn't complain about that.

But he was internally complaining when, once again, he found himself on the make up chair with the same make up artist who had a problem with his dark circles, but this time the place was much different.

A sharp suit and this time a heavy Patek Philippe on his wrist as he walked inside the Casino of Monte Carlo. Now he was greeted by Bad Bunny himself, who thanked him many many times for being a part of this, and in return Max thanked him for even thinking of him for his song. They fell into a comfortable conversations about cars when the singer motioned for two girls to come over, one Max recognized as Kendall Jenner, the other he didn't know but was eager to.

"Max, this is mi novia, Kendall, and this is her friend (y/n). They're doing some stuff on the background, don't they look incredible?"

Max swore the designer dress you were wearing was painted on you, because there was no way it could fit so perfectly on your body, with a couple of stray hairs adorning your face and long eyelashes accentuating your eyes.

"It's so nice to meet you, I'm such a big fan of motorsport," you stretched your hand and it caught Max off guard, not really knowing what to do.

So he panicked and gave you a weird handshake before lifting your hand to his lips and leaving a kiss, and he had never felt more like a creep, but he noticed you blushing and a giggle leaving your lips.

You wanted to add something when the crew called everyone to start shooting, Benito and Kendall leading the way, and the only thing Max thought of doing was to offer you his arm which you gladly accepted.

The song was blasting as everyone pretended to talk and surround the roulette, but you and Max weren't pretending to laugh or to talk.

He even left Checo by himself, he'd forgive him eventually.

"I'm pretty sure the camera is on us in this moment," you told him through gritted teeth, trying to keep a perfect smile.

"What should we do?" Max asked, trying to hide his smile while doing his best to give you his best seductive stare.

You knew he was flirting with you and it was surprising. After seeing him on screens and social media you figured he'd be cocky, not having any trouble flirting with women every weekend on different countries, figuring out a way with foreign languages, but you never pictured him as a giddy, easily flushed, good for banter man, and the only thing you wanted was to leave this shoot and have him show you the city, dressed to the nines and maybe pretending to be cold in the end so he could put his jacket over your shoulders, and that way you could see him with just a white shirt and undone tie.

But you were getting a bit ahead of yourself, especially when you heard the director yell cut and tell you and Max to pay attention to the instructions, earning you the glare of everyone in the room.

"Ey, cabrón, que se están enamorando, déjalos solos!" Hey, they're falling in love, leave them alone. Those were Benito's words.

And God, was he right.

[1800jjbarnes]

𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧 | 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

【Synopsis】 : Bucky is sick and tired of you coming to him in tears every time your boyfriend hurts you. His anger has gotten to him so worked up that he wants, No, he needs to prove that all you need is him and him alone.

『Word count』 : 3.0k

Paring: Bestfriend!Bucky x Female!Reader

[Warnings] : Rough loving desperate sex. Reader slips into a kind of subspace. Bucky is very angry about your ex. Bucky is very in love with the reader. Soft fluffiness. Lots of tears. Pet names, swearing, fingering, Bucky is a teasing shithead. Reader has stretch marks cause they are beautiful. Thick thighs, Oral (reader receiving) Big Dick energy. confessions, love making. Use of the words whore and slut (not directed to the reader).

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You didn’t understand what was wrong with you… Were you not good enough? Did you fail to provide? Why was the supposed love of your life grinding on an unknown woman with his tongue down her throat and his hand up her skirt in the corner of the loud screaming club. But this time, the music was not audible… The sounds of people were only formed to that of a whisper. 

Did he plan for you to see this disgusting display? Did he want to make sure you felt the most unbearable pain imaginable? Tears threaten to pour down your dry cheeks. Your once full heart, shattering into pieces that would never be able to be glued back together. Turning to quickly making your exit of the club, grabbing your phone, you only know one person to call.

“Hey Buck…”

-

“So I decided to leave, I couldn’t even gain one piece of confidence to go up to him.” You sob into Bucky's arms, holding his sides as if you were about to fall down the dark rabbit hole that is forming beneath your feet.

“Shh it’s okay, let it out.” He spoke softly with a loving tone, squeezing you tightly. But beneath that tone was waves of anger, wanting nothing more but to kill the man who broke your heart.

“I’m so tired, Buck. I can’t take this, He would never touch me like that, Never love me like that. He said he was not ready. But yet he fucksba whore out in an open bar… What’s wrong with me.”  He pulls you from his arms taking your face in both hands to look at you dead in the eyes.

“Hey, Hey, do not say that. There is nothing wrong with you. You are the most stunning, kind, and beautiful woman I know. You are always putting yourself second and making sure everyone is satisfied before you are. But you deserve to be satisfied too.” He smiles weakly before moving inches away from your faces. your lips daring to touch each other.

“You deserve the world.” He whispers. The touch of his warm breath creeps its way on your lip. Like an intoxicating mist, you draw yourself closer, kissing him, which he gladly returns. 

“Show me....” He spoke between sloppy kisses, bring his metal hand down to your waist while the other stands on your cheek. “...Where he wouldn’t touch you,” He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. Kissing your jaw to your neck.

“Tell me what he was too much of a coward to say.” He falls onto the bed, letting you hit the covers gently, him towering over you.

“Show me where you saw his hands on that slut in the bar.” He growls anger firing him up, attacking your neck as you let out whimpers every time his tongue grazes your hot skin.

“Tell me how to make your pain go away.” He lifts yours and his shirts off, kissing every surface of your body, making sure to mark every part of you.

“Even if you want to scream his name. I’ll fuck away your pain.”

-

And he kept his promise. As his hands graze and squeeze every part of your flesh, he could get to. His lips latched on your neck, leaving dark marks in its wake. If he was going to fuck away your pain, he was going to make sure that scum bag of an ex will see the aftermath. So here he is, marking your soft skin, from your jaw to your chest.

"Look at you, so pretty and ready, just for me." His words are dirty, filled with lust. He has loved you for so long, and his heart ached whenever you would come crying about your ex. He knew he was your comfort, someone to rant to. Someone to hold you when your tears taint your beauty. He was angry and frustrated with not only your ex but the situation. He was going to make you his. And he was going to make sure you knew it.

"B-Bucky..." You whimpered, feeling his hand travel from your hips to your inner thigh. He watched you wiggle as he pinched your soft flesh, just under where you needed him. He was teasing you, making you lose your mind. Just barely touching you where you needed it most. His sinister laughter echoed in the room as his lips found your thigh, making you gasp. His teeth graze along the hot flesh, making marks along the plump skin. Your fingers laced in the sheets, tugging on the velvet fabric, and your whimpers got louder, making him want to take extra time to tease and rile you up. But a sudden sniffle got his attention, making him sit straight up to see tears prickling down your cheeks. He stopped his teasing and moved back up to your face.

"Darling... Why are you crying?" It was like his anger melted away, leaving worry in its wake. His hand cupped your face, rubbing his thumb along your cheek so he could wipe away your tears. You just sniffled, feeling dizzy and almost confused. Your eyes were glazed, pupils blown out. He suddenly felt stupid, guilt invading his emotions. He was blinded that he near forgot you just went through a heartbreak ―to a complete asshole― but a heartbreak nonetheless.

"Hey baby, hey It's okay... I'm sorry. Look at me, Darling." He held your chin, getting you to look at him in his dark eyes. He was breathing heavily, trying to calm himself down. He clicked his tongue, feeling an ache in his own heart.

"Buck...I-I-..." You couldn't speak. Instead, you retched out to snake your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "Just... Kiss me... Please." He didn't waste a second after your words. Locking his lips to his perfectly. It was slow and sensual, unlike the rough and anger-filled interaction prior. His lips never left your lips as his hand finally touched where you needed him most. He might have been soft on you now, but as he thought back. It was like all the pieces were coming together. Mostly, every ex seemed to use you in some way. Maybe it was your kind heart that was too good for this world. Maybe it was your shyness that stopped you from ever complaining about the terrible company you had. Ex, friends, family. They were all the same in your life. And Bucky couldn't help but feel angry in your place. How could you allow someone as disgusting as your ex-boyfriend take advantage of you so easily? How could you allow him to go and mock your kind heart? You were too good for any of your exes. Too good for this world. And sometimes he thought you were too good for him.

"Fuck!" You muttered in the kiss, breaking away to gasp out as his fingers rub slow circles on your covered clit. Your body was surging with an electric feeling. A feeling you've never experienced with any of your prior partners. You were close, and Bucky knew that too, but he didn't want you to just let go without having something inside you. So he stopped. You pouted, eyes flicked open with a whine following. Buck just pecked you before sitting up saying sorry once more.

"Can I remove these?" He asks with the sweetest tone he could conjure, pulling at the band of your panties and sleep shorts. You gulped with wide eyes, nodding almost ridiculously. He smiled slightly, shaking his head.

"I need you to say it for me, baby. Can I remove your sleep shorts?" His fingers tangle in the fabric, drawing his face closer, "May I remove your pretty panties, Angel." He snaps the string of your black panties, making you gasp at the light sting. You feel so flustered, shyness taking over. His dirty words made you tingle and wiggle under his gaze.

"You make it sound so dirty." You groan bucking your hips upwards towards his. He had to hold back a moan his cock twitching in his tight pants, letting out a shaky sigh, he sits up to rest himself on his knees. Your legs hanging on either side of his waist. He tilts his head looking at you up and down.

"It sounds dirty, 'cause it is dirty, Darling." He had to laugh at your blushed expression, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles. "Now, can I please take them off? Or must I use force?" He raises an eyebrow, growing pleased at your wide eyes. You finally reply with 'yes, please,' making him peck you on the lips lightly, dragging the soft fabric until it falls onto the floor with a quiet thud.

He stood up to take his own attire off, making sure to catch your body in full. It's like an art piece just for him. Your plump thighs look as if they were inviting him to grab a hand full of the soft flesh. The way you squeezed them together in a poor attempt to hide yourself made him feel a throb between his legs. It was almost painful to watch you, so unaware that you were fulfilling all his kinks and fantasies. All he has ever wanted was you.

He had to strip quickly unable to hold himself any longer but mostly because he was a heartbeat away from falling onto his knees, crawling to you and begging you to let him have all of you over and over again. and as his heart skipped that beat he craved, falling to his knees in awe onto the soft velvet of the sheet. He gripped your knees, gliding his fingers over your skin. Your stretch marks glistened in the light of the side lamps. They were like translucent battle scars to show how powerful and beautiful you are. He couldn't help but imagine kissing each and every one of them. But that was for another time. Right now, he needed to taste you.

"Relax, baby, I'm going to take good care of you. Do you trust me?" His nose brushes against your tummy, kissing your navel. You nodded over and over again, most likely looking like a silly bobblehead, but you didn't care in the slightest.

"Yes. I trust you with my life. Please, please, Buck.." You whimper, begging for him to do anything to ease the ache below, knuckles turning white from clutching the bed sheets. Your expression made Bucky weak;

"Fuck Darling, You're gonna be the death of me."

Bucky's tongue flattened as it glided up your heat, drawing a loud gasp to a high-pitched moan from you. His tongue seemed to lap in your juices even harder now from your sweet noises. He lost, indulging himself in your scent, in your taste. The grip of your thighs around his head tightened the harsher he became. He's watching your faces contort in pleasure. From his angle, you looked like a goddess, gifting him access to your body. He suppressed the anger that brewed in his gut, choosing to focus on the pleasure pouring from you.

"I-... James" You wiggled, feeling yourself all quickly slip into a haze. Your hand raked through your hair, not knowing where to put them. Buck took notice, knowing you were close. So he lent up slightly, giving you a cheeky smile before saying;

"Might wanna hold on, Doll." He chuckles, snaking his own hand towards your restless ones before bringing them to his hair. You gulped at his boldness, fingers now laced in his soft hair, tugging harshly. And as if your already choked sobs weren't enough, Bucky pressed the tip of his metal thumb to your clit, rubbing in a speed you so desperately craved for. His other fingers found place inside you, two sliding in and out so effortlessly from all the slick Bucky managed to create.

His humming against your head along with his tongue and fingers drew you to a complete drop, gasping for air as it escaped your lungs. A strange sensation erupted, feeling a heavy amount of liquid leave you. You sat up straight, pushing yourself up the bed, almost as if you needed to compose yourself away from Bucky's grasp. But what your eyes are greeted with left you blushing a new shade of red.

"B-Buck... I... I didn't mean to—Holy Shit." He cut your worries off before they could leave your lips. You didn't mean to squirt all over his face and tongue, and normal any guy you've been with would have found it disturbing but Bucky couldn't help but groan as he licked his lips and fingers of your sweet juices.

"That was the fucking hottest thing ever." He growled, grabbing your ankles to pull you towards him. You had to giggle at his desperate expression which in toe—made him giggle with you—.

"God, you are so beautiful. so perfect. Screw your ex and every other guy that did you wrong. They are missing out." His words made you cry, covering your face with your arm. You smiled through your tears, not cause you were hiding the sadness―well maybe a little―but it was because out of all the heartache you went through and all the pain you put upon yourself the one person that stuck by you was Bucky. How could you be so stupid not to see it until now? Why did it have to take him to sleep with you to finally see with a clear view?

“Hey, Doll. Sweetheart. don’t cry, my love, it’s okay.” He brushed your hair, soothing you. But you still broke down.

“Why am I so stupid? God, you must think I’m an idiot, being with men that want nothing to do with me and on top of that. I had a perfect, amazing guy who was already in love with me.” You hiccuped, trying to wipe away your tears. Silence fell, oh no, did I make it awkward? He starts to chuckle… Oh no, he’s lost it.

“Doll, please. Listen carefully.” He grabbed your face, looking at you straight in your doe eyes. “I have loved you the moment I met you. I love you so much that I was willing to wait for you whenever that day would come.” He kissed your cheeks, then you’re nose, forehead, and Jaw. Every inch of your face was littered with kisses until his lips finally met yours in a soft, long, and passionate kiss.

“James…” You breathed into the kiss making you pull away with a nod. “When we get a moment I wanna take you out. If that’s okay…”

“Okay? This is more than okay. What about tomorrow? I’ll take you anywhere, whatever you want to do. We can do it.”

“Well, what about for now we do….” You gained a smudge of confidence rolling your hips against his. Your legs snake around his waist, making Bucky bite his lip. He kissed you once more before leaning over to his side table to grab a condom. A tingle surged in your gut as you watched with wide eyes as bucky tared the packet open. You knew he was big but fucking hell.

“Ready?” He smirked, lining himself up with your entrance. You nodded, but he huffed “what did I say about words, Darling?”

“Please Buck5. I’m ready.” He held you’re hips, easing into you starting slow. You grabbed his hand, lacing his fingers with yours. A slight pain surge in you, but you breathed through it as his thrusts began to become harsher. His lips lacked onto any part of your skin they could retch as he sucked bright purple-ish marks on you.

His soft and passionate whispers against your flesh make you shiver with adoration. He praises you, telling you how amazing, beautiful, and kind you are. He squeezes your hand tighter, snaking his other hand from your hips to around your waist. Pulling you close to him so his chest is flush against your own. The tears that trickled down your cheeks stained the pillow and sheets below. All your emotions felt like they were heightened, and your senses were filled with nothing other than the flavour and scent of Bucky.

"Fuck, James!!" You scream, nails digging into his back. "Buck I-I..." You choked, whimpering at the tingling that brewed in your gut.

"I know, baby, let's go together. Okay. Hold me, close, Darling. I'm right here." His soft-spoken voice cooed amongst the sounds of heavy breathing and skin slapping. And like as if his words were what your body was searching for, you came hard. Bucky came shortly with the feeling of your tight pussy clenching him. His lips smash on yours once more. Feeling the overflow of the afterglow settle in.

Even though this started from hatred and anger towards your ex. He hopes he could make you come to see what he sees because he meant every word he spoke while his lips were on you. You were everything and more to him. And he will stop at nothing to prove it to you.

[kentosmoon]

Husband Nanami headcanon Pt. 2

NSFW 18+ [minors DNI]

Nanami x fem!reader

tags: creampie, unprotected sex, dom Nanami, Nanami is 33, wrote this at 3am so if there are mistakes I’ll fix it later 🫠

Songs I listened to while writing this: Lucky Daye - Careful

Chris Grey - Prada & Versace

Husband Nanami pounding you in your room while your parents are downstairs.

"Kento let's do this quickly before dinner is ready. You know how my parents are...especially my mom.” You bit your lip and turned around to lock the door. He steps behind you, and you hear the rustle of fabric as he undoes his trousers. Nanami's calloused hands grip your waist, pulling you back and tilting your hips up to grant him the perfect angle. You feel the blunt head of his cock tease your slick entrance, running up and down your slit, coating himself in your wetness. The teasing elicits a needy soft whine from your lips, but you know better than to rush him. He's in control, and each drawn-out second is a reminder of his dominance. "Such a desperate little thing," he murmurs with a tinge of amusement in his voice. With a skilled touch, he parts your folds, finding your clit with an expertise that has you gasping. He circles it once, twice — a gentle warning before applying the perfect amount of pressure that has you arching into his touch, a broken moan spilling from your lips. Wrapping your legs around his waist, Nanami lifts you moving towards the bed, gently laying you down. His knees sink into the mattress. He positions himself between your spread legs, his large, veiny hands running up your thighs, pushing them apart further, exposing your wetness to his hungry gaze. "You're going to be good for me now, aren't you?" he murmurs, his voice a caress against your skin as he leans down to press a kiss to your inner thigh. Nanami's hazel eyes bore into yours warmly. He positions himself at your entrance, his tip teasing your sensitive folds, drawing out the moment, making you squirm with need. "Hurry Kento...please...need you to fill up my needy cunt."

Nanami groans at your words, and without another moment's hesitation, he grips your thighs and thrusts into you in one smooth, deep motion, filling you completely. Your breath catches in your throat at the sudden fullness, his powerful body driving into yours with a relentless rhythm, each thrust designed to remind you who you belong to. His thick cock hits all the right spots, and you can feel another climax building within you, fast and hard. Nanami leans forward, bracing himself with one hand beside your head, his other hand finding its way to your clit, circling it with deliberate precision. His hazel eyes lock onto yours, holding your gaze captive as he fucks you, his movements becoming more erratic as he chases his own release. "You’re so tight baby, taking me so well." his voice strained with the effort to maintain control. Your moans were getting a bit...too loud. Suddenly your mom was knocking on the door. Nanami leans against your ear. "Sounds like we got company...be a good girl and keep that pretty mouth shut for me."

"Dinner is ready you guys. Is everything ok?"

"We're fine. We'll be down in a minute...I promise we won't be long." As your pussy grips his cock, Nanami grits his teeth, almost teetering out of control. He pushes your head into the pillow, muffling your moans. “Keep quiet hun. Don’t want to let mommy know their daughter’s a dirty slut hm?” Your ears turn hot as he coos into them. It pushes you over the edge, and you cum hard, your body convulsing, your cries muffled by his strong hand. This triggers Nanami's own release, and with a series of deep, shuddering thrusts and groans, he fills you, his hot cum coating your insides white. He continues to move gently, riding out the waves of pleasure, before finally stilling. Nanami's hand remains on your mouth for a lingering moment before he slowly removes it, looking down at you with eyes softening with affection. "Are you alright darling?" he asks, his voice gentle. You nodded in response. "I'm fine Kento." Nanami leans in slowly to anticipate the press of his lips. His kiss is gentle and loving, deepening at a natural, unhurried pace. He breaks the kiss pulling back just enough to gaze into your eyes. With a gentle but deliberate motion, he eases himself out of you, his cum slowly leaking out of your pussy. Grabbing his handkerchief on the bedside table, he started to quickly clean you up.

"Dinner is probably cold. Oh, they are so going to kill us Kento." Nanami hugged you, rubbing circles onto your back and smirked against your skin.

"Let them."

[h0neylevi]

post-war, canonverse, semi-public sex, fingering, fem!reader, some light degradation, dry humping, MDNI

w/c: ~ 1630

Everything has been so new lately.

Moving to Marley after the war had been an easy decision, but that didn’t mean the physical act of settling into a new place wasn’t without its hurdles. Mostly, it was about adjusting—getting used to the advances in technology that wasn’t present on Paradis. Telephones, cars, radios, even electric stoves were commonplace things that Levi still marveled at.

And then, there was also you.

More specifically, the way you’d both found yourselves quite suddenly thrust into a life after war, a life without titans and the looming threat of death hanging over your heads like a dense fog. 

As former comrades, it only made sense once the smoke cleared to navigate this new world together. And Levi was more than happy to experience all manner of firsts at your side.

It’s through this different layer of companionship that Levi learns so many new things about you. How you like your eggs in the morning, how tired you get after having too much pasta, the way the hair at the back of your head always sticks up the next day if you go to sleep with it still wet. He learns how you organize your books on your shelves (by size) and how when you’re having a bad day and tell him to leave you alone, you don’t actually mean it.

He’s always known how to make you laugh, but after eight months of living together under the same roof, he learns how to make you moan. It’s a sound he’d like to bottle forever, the sight of your body arched beneath him a vision too precious to look away for even a second. Even with only one good eye, he soaks it in like you’re a dream that’ll fade if he blinks.

He learns that he likes kissing, and you do too. So, when you lean across the center console of his brand new car at Marley’s drive-in movie theater one summer night, he doesn’t think much of it. At least, not until your hands start wandering and he finds himself pulled into the backseat.

You give him very little time to recover from the surprise of being pulled from his seat before your lips are on his again. The leather of the upholstery groans as you straddle his narrow waist and on instinct, Levi reaches out, eyes still closed as he guides you onto his lap.

His palm splays over the skirt of your dress, hiking it up a little in his haste. When he feels the fabric, he pulls away slightly.

He gently squeezes your thigh, watching the cloth bunch a little in his grasp. The sound of your breath hitching in your throat makes him look up. “What’s got you so worked up, hm?”

Above him, forming words feels borderline impossible. Not while his thumb is drawing circles on the inside of your thigh and he’s looking up at you through those delightfully full lashes. It strikes you that this facet of your relationship is still relatively new, so the warmth on your cheeks doesn’t feel out of place when you swallow around your meekness and say, “You.”

“Me?” Levi’s brows raise, but he thinks he gets it. The moment you’d walked out of your room in this little number, his mind had gone straight to the gutter.

Like he’s revisiting the memory, his hands begin to slowly trail every part of you his eyes drift over—thumbs tracing the tantalizing curve of your breasts, down the silky material over your waist before resting his palms on your hips. When he gives you another subtle squeeze, you roll against him, feeling the hardening outline of his cock through his trousers against your core.

“Can’t help it,” you breathe out slowly, like you're making every effort to remain composed, but the strain in your voice betrays the neediness beneath. 

Your palms drift over the soft fabric of his shirt, moving over firm muscle. They’re not as defined as they once were, but you relish in his solid warmth all the same. Enamored by him, always.

He lets you explore unimpeded. You’ve always been handsy—checking him for signs of injury or illness when he inevitably pushed himself too far during expeditions. Now he’s grown used to the way that protective tendency has turned into an act of appreciation and fondness. It makes something light and airy form in his chest when you lean down again to kiss him.

“These windows aren’t tinted,” he says a moment later. The warning is half-hearted and murmured mostly against your lips, in conflict with the way his hands keep you anchored where you are.

His feeble hesitation makes you laugh.

You settle further into his lap, nearly chest to chest now. You can feel the way his breathing has grown labored against you. “No one’s looking at us, Levi.”

It is dark, at least. He has enough sense still to acknowledge that the large screen up front will be capturing most peoples’ attention, even though it’s currently in an intermission right now. There are only fifteen minutes between the double features tonight. A shame, he thinks. When it comes to you especially, he always likes to take his time.

You move your attention to the curve of his jaw, peppering hot, pillowy kisses down the expanse of his neck before suckling the sensitive flesh of his clavicle, and every thought not focused on the present stops. 

He closes his eyes, caught between the feeling of your lips on his neck and your warm cunt gliding over his cockhead. Even through several layers of clothes, pleasure rushes through him with each rut of your hips. You’re so warm and pretty that it’s dizzying.

In retaliation, a thumb swipes over your clothed clit, and Levi smirks when your movements almost completely stop. Behind you, the large screen lights up and Levi watches in the soft blue light as you lean back slightly, mouth slightly agape in a silent gasp.

“Never took you for an exhibitionist,” he says, the reflection of the movie behind you mirrored in his unclouded iris.

Before you can say anything, he hooks two fingers around your panties and pulls them to the side, sliding the digits through the arousal that’s already beginning to soak into the cotton.

“I-I’m not,” you attempt to defend, but the protest comes out weak and shaky with his movements.

“Is that right?” Levi asks, his tone mildly condescending. “Well, the fact that you’re grinding on top of me right now says otherwise.”

The pressure of his fingers on your cunt makes it difficult to think. If you were in your right mind, you might be embarrassed about the way the windows have started to fog, but you can only be grateful for the extra coverage.

The air is thick and your body feels like it’s on fire. Every brush of Levi’s fingers on your skin sends you aflame. His injured hand anchors you in place, thumb rubbing soothing circles into the flesh of your hip while his other hand continues to pick you apart, making your knees quiver.

Your voice is a strained gasp against the shell of his ear. “Like you’re not hard already just from kissing.”

“I never said I wasn’t.”

The hand on your hip lowers, and for a moment you think he’s gesturing for you to get up, but the new position allows his other hand to slide down. Two fingers quickly bottom out inside your cunt.

Your features pinch with the effort it takes to keep yourself quiet.

“There you go,” Levi coos, smug as your fingers struggle for purchase on his shoulders. “Is that what you wanted?”

His cock, his fingers, his mouth. All three. You want to tell him that you’d gladly take anything he’d give you, but all you can do is pant uselessly into his neck and try to hold on.

“Couldn’t wait until we got home, hm?” Levi continues, his fingers pumping and curling in such a way to make you see stars in your vision. “Needy thing.”

You clench around him, spurred on by his words. “Levi.”

He keeps talking, undeterred. A glow appears in his eyes as you rock into his palm, meeting his movements. “Dirty girl, fucking my fingers like this in the open.”

Pleasure coils in your belly. You grasp helplessly against his sturdy neck, cheeks burning and nails dragging over the soft fuzz of his undercut as it continues to build and build. The pressure of his thumb on your clit pulls all of your muscles taut.

When your moans become wispy and delicate gasps of air, he knows you’re right on the edge.

“Let go, sweetheart,” Levi murmurs. “You can come.”

Your orgasm hits you like a train. With a single gasp of his name, you come undone. Levi holds you through it as you shudder and spasm, his free arm now wrapped around your waist.

When you pull back, your eyes are bleary and content. Every muscle in your body seems to relax against him.

Levi pulls his hand from between your legs. “Satisfied?”

“Mmm,” is all you can manage. The aftershocks still continue to wash over you, making you feel boneless and tired.

When they subside, you give him a quick peck and slide off of his lap, climbing back into the front passenger seat.

Levi follows with a grunt. When he settles back into the driver’s seat, he buckles his seatbelt and starts the car.

You turn, confused. “What are you doing? The movie isn’t over.”

Slowly, he eases out of the parking spot toward the exit. Just before he turns onto the road, he gives you an incredulous look.

“You think I can focus on anything else after that?” From the streetlight above, you can finally see the deep shade of pink tinting his neck and face. “I’m taking you home so I can really make you scream.”

[vivalarevolution]

𝓐 𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓤𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓷

Feyd Rautha x Reader

Request: „Feyd with Reader from a lower house. Readers family has been making good moves to gain the barons favor and they have resources the Baron can't turn down. He offers Feyd in a marriage alliance, much to his nephews suprise.‟

A/N: I apologize in advance for such a delay but I was out of town , unable to write. Request written by anon. A very interesting concept that I thoroughly enjoyed writing.

Please remember that english is not my native language, I do not use it on a daily basis, so mistakes can or will happen.

Work contains smut, so minors do not interact.

She was a pawn. From the moment she left her mother's womb she became a pawn. The galaxy forced this role on her without her knowledge or consent. And she could only watch helplessly.

When Baron Vladimir Harkonnen proposed an arranged marriage between her and his youngest nephew her role was reminded once again. And just as before, she could only watch helplessly as her father agreed , without even looking at her.

Because he was driven by greed , greed for which he had to pay the price. A price in the form of his eldest daughter.

And when she found herself in front of her betrothed something crawled to the surface , something erotic. From the moment their eyes met , there was a lustful tension that grew and grew.

Feyd had never met someone like her. He was used to women who were pale , hairless, slender and almost melancholic. She was different. Her head was adorned with soft hair ,cascading down her back like a waterfall. Her face was decorated with rosy cheeks and full, kissable lips. Her body was curvy, shaped almost like the goddesses from the ancient books of Old Terra. Her eyes hid the passionate desire that he wanted to feel in every way imaginable.

And when he found her alone, wandering through the dark corridors of the keep , he decided to capture her.

-Are you following me , my lord na-Baron? - she asked , with a shadow of curiosity in her voice , looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

-You are walking around my fortress. I want to make sure you don't do something you shouldn't - he replied, approaching her, slowly, like a predator to its prey.

-That doesn't change the fact that you're following me - she whispered, turning her head so that she could get a full look at the man's face, his sharp jawline, full lips and cold eyes that made him even more handsome and dangerous.

-And what if you were right ,what if I did ? - he purred, coming closer and closer, so close that their breaths mingled with each other.

-Then I would wonder what have I done to caught the attention of Feyd Rautha himself - she replied , brushing her lips against his with every word she spoke.

-You are to be my wife - he said , placing his hands on her hips, moving them unnoticeably higher ,towards her waist -Isn't that reason enough?

-I do not entirely believe that this is the real reason my lord na-Baron -she proclaimed , covering his hand with hers , stopping his movements.

-What do you think the real reason is? - he asked, touching her cheek, moving his thumb lazily over her skin, making her shiver because of his cold , silver ring.

-You desire me as much as I desire you my lord na-Baron - she whispered into his mouth , looking deeply into his blue eyes , which were burning with want.

Feyd pushed her roughly against a nearby wall , hanging over her smaller body. His hands captured her loins , drawing her closer to him.

-You're walking on a very thin line - he growled , sliding his lips along her neck.

His tongue tasted her flesh , while his teeth bit the soft skin of her throat.

-Forgive me - she breathed out, placing her palms on his muscular torso -Forgive me because I said words that I shouldn't have.

-What do you mean? - he asked, looking at her from the corner of his eye, his nose gliding over the pulse on her neck.

-I feel a need that I have never been able to feel…And I can't control it - she confessed, looking at him from under her long lashes.

-You don't have to - he stated , whispering directly into her ear.

-I have to…because this need…I want my husband to feel it, my lover - she replied, escaping from his embrace.

However, the Baron's nephew did not let her go , even for a single step, before she again found herself in his arms.

-You think I will let you run away? - he asked, pressing her body against his -That I will let you awaken in me a desire I have never felt before and watch helplessly as you leave me…I will not let you.

The woman turned her head in his direction.

-I thought you prefer a challenging chase , easy prey is not of value to you - she admitted , running her gaze towards the dark corridor , the end of which could not be seen - Besides…the walls here seem to have eyes and ears my lord na-Baron , and this could ruin your hunt - she whispered , feeling how besides Feyda's eyes , there was something else hiding in the darkness.

The man followed her gaze , watching the void engulfing them until he heard a single movement , which made him move like a beast of prey , having found his victim.

The woman seizing her chance , disappeared into the abyss of the corridors , leaving na-Baron , who returned to their meeting place moments later , with blood on his hands and a thirst that burned him alive. But she was no longer there.

When there was nowhere to run , he captured her once again. His gaze alone held her in place , as she stood before him so innocent , so delicate , in a white , lace dress that changed color when their blood merged with each other , uniting them forever . Feyd relished the sight of his wife , once so pure , now soiled with the blood he wanted to lick off her body , exchanging his oaths in a voice as cold as ice while his eyes burned with lust.

And when it was finally time to hunt , he felt the beast inside him tearing his way out.

-The time for the hunt has come - the priestess announced.

Na-Baron watched as the woman looked at him confused , but he only grasped her body in response , drawing her close to him.

-You won't run away from me this time…but I'll let you try - he whispered, before he let go of her body, watching as she moved in haste , flying away like a small bird that finally got its freedom , not knowing that a hungry wolf was right behind her.

Feyd let her disappear from his sight before he went after her. His steps echoed through the abandoned halls , but he didn't care , because he wanted her to know that he was coming for her , that he was close , so very close. He stalked her every move, always being one step ahead of her, even though she was still far away.

Until there was nowhere to run.

He found her in his chambers, naked , kneeling on the black satin sheets adorning his bed. She was looking at him, waiting.

He cupped her chin between two fingers, stroking the soft skin of her cheeks, while his thumb traced her full, red lips.

-I truly believed that you would give me a worthy chase. But you're lying here ready for me to devour you - he groaned , sliding his hand down her throat.

-Maybe I've grown tired of waiting for you to catch me, my lord husband - she confessed, rising gently, just enough to brush his lips with hers.

He tightened his fingers on her neck , pulling her closer , attacking her mouth. His kisses were sensual and brutal like him , taking the breath from her lungs as her hands tried desperately to strip him of his clothes , which kept her from feeling his pale skin on her fingertips.

-Aren't you desperate , little wife? - he murmured , inot her mouth

-Please…- she whispered.

Feyd moved away from her , leaving behind the feeling of need on her flesh. His hands stripped off his clothes at a slow pace , relishing in the way his wife , gazed at each , new piece of the skin he uncovered.

And when he got rid of everything that could separate them, he hovered over her just like the night they first met , kissing the skin of her collarbones , heading lower and lower , towards her ample breasts , her round hips and firm thighs.

-Feyd - she whispered, addressing him by name for the first time - What are you doing? - she asked, looking at him.

-I want to taste you , I need to know if you taste as sweet as your blood - he murmured, kissing her inner thigh.

Before the woman had time to reply to his words, his tongue touched her swollen clit, swirling around the pink pearl, making her uncontrollably thrust her pelvis forward, imprisoning the man in the softness of her thighs. Na-Baron , in response, growled, clamping his hands on her body, drawing her impossibly closer, feasting. His mouth explored her womanhood, kissing and licking every part, leaving nothing without his attention. He was bestial, greedily sipping her juices, which tasted like the sweetest dessert of his life, as his eyes stared at the woman before him, who was consumed by the convulsions of pleasure that tore through her body, making her burst into flames that consumed her mind. Feyd watched in delight as she broke under the impact of her orgasm, licking everything she gave him, feeling her muscles go limp under his fingertips and seeing her eyes cloud over with uncontrollable desire.

Without giving her time to recover , he lifted her trembling body , laying it on top of him , sitting down himself , leaning against the headboard of the massive bed.

-You will ride me my little wife , you will ride me until darkness appears in front of your eyes and your body stops listening to you - he growled , marking her neck with purple marks and angry red bites.

The male, grabbed her thighs, entered her slowly, unable to wait a moment longer. His shaft was so big, so thick, that his wife felt as if something was tearing her from the inside, feeling it deep in her belly. So deep that she couldn't breathe properly.

The movements of his loins were strong and rough. His member was kissing her cervix alternately with hitting a spongy point that made her walls clench so tight that no matter how hard he pressed, he couldn't move. The woman was coming out to meet his thrusts, trying to catch up with him, trying to catch the sweet release he had given her a few seconds ago , already addicting to it. Arching her back and exposing herself completely, she wanted him to touch her and don't stop , never stop. And then she felt it. A mass of burning heat flooding her belly. She didn't know anymore whether it was her body that gave her that electrifying heat or maybe it was Feyd's warmth, but she accepted it, she accepted everything.

[choerypetal]

Off Days / Remy Lebeau

summary: While working at the X-Men labs and growing increasingly close to Remy, it was on one fateful day that he decided to seize the opportunity. He figured that stealing you away for more than just five minutes before work might be his chance to make you truly his.

ps; english isn't my first language, so i apologize for any spelling errors of grammar, enjoy!

"Mon cher..." Remy's morning voice purrs softly against the crook of your neck. His head nestles closer, his plan clear as he hopes to gently rouse you. His teeth graze your skin, followed by the warm press of his lips as he tenderly sucks at the spot, a loving wake-up call.

"Remy," you called his name with a teasing lilt, making him freeze in his tracks. His lips formed a pout just as he was about to sigh, a sigh filled with both longing and frustration. He glanced at you, only to catch the sneaky grin spreading across your lips—a grin he nearly missed while considering stealing you away before work. "Just five more minutes," you echoed, mimicking the exact tone he used when begging for extra sleep on weekdays. But this time, sleep was far from Remy's mind, and you knew exactly what was.

"But mon cher," his accent thickened, drawing your attention back to him. He knew exactly how to captivate you, not just with his words, but with his touch. His fingers trailed down your back, pulling you closer as he maneuvered himself on top of you. "Why risk five more minutes of sleep without giving me at least a few kisses in return, hmm? Je suis ashamed."

He feigned hurt, placing a hand dramatically against his chest, his pout deepening as he spoke with playful disdain. Yet, his act worked its magic on you. As much as you adored him, the temptation was hard to resist. You knew better than to underestimate him—after all, he wasn���t called Gambit for nothing. So, you decided to challenge him. “Alright, tough guy, if you’re so eager to keep me here all day, you’ll need to help me come up with a good excuse for missing the lab. Remember, I’m working with Charles today.”

That bastard, Remy thought, his brows knitting together at the mere mention of your mentor's name. He knew the two of you were just colleagues, nothing more, but Remy despised any hint of competition. The idea of having to fight for your heart ignited his ego, and he knew that acting impulsively could cost you not just your job, but possibly him as well. So, he decided to be cunning instead. A subtle smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as a plan began to form.

"Perhaps I can figure something out..." he murmured, releasing your back as his fingers traced a path from your waist to your chin. His thumb gently tilting your chin, making you meet his gaze. Just as you were about to protest, his fingers brushed against your lips, teasing every inch of your body. "Let Gambit handle it, will you?" His voice carried a subtle threat, yet the promise behind his words left you completely disarmed. Whatever he was planning was clearly working in his favor. "Just stay still," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear before he bit down on its edge, a soft whimper escaping your lips.

"Will you be silent, mon cher?" he continued, his voice low and commanding. Your eyes met his once more, and this time they glowed with a magenta hue, the once familiar white pupils now darkened. You nodded, but he pressed further, "I didn’t hear you, cher." Cocky bastard, you thought, knowing full well he was in control. “Yes, Rem—” you began, but he shook his head, a subtle gesture of disapproval that made you quickly correct yourself. “Yes, Sir.”

Remy was as satisfied as ever. He leaned in, locking eyes with you as his fingers traced their way back to your chest, sending tingles through your body. The sensation shifted from cold to warm as his fingers teasingly slipped beneath your underwear. His brows furrowed slightly, and he tilted his head. "Already wet for me, cher?" he murmured, his eyes filled with curiosity, though he restrained himself from looking further—for now, at least.

“It’s you and your stupid handsome face...” you muttered, your cheeks flushing a delightful shade of pink that Remy savored. He relished how vulnerable you were before him, even without a single touch. You tried to avert your gaze, pretending to check the clock on the nightstand, but that didn’t please him. Before you could, his right hand gripped your chin, almost squeezing as your cheeks puffed slightly under his touch. “I’m sure Charles won’t mind a few minutes, will he?”

You remained silent for a moment, then nodded again. "Good... Now, be a dear, mon amour, and let him do all the work." Before you could protest, he leaned in for a hungry, sloppy kiss that left you breathless. As he pulled away, it wasn’t his fingers that slipped beneath the covers this time—it was his head, his hands firmly gripping your hips as his tongue began its work. In that moment, any thought of being late faded away. Just then, the door swung open. One of Charles' assistants, whom you knew well, shyly informed you of your boss’s illness, suggesting you might take the day off. You thanked him, struggling to stifle a moan. Remy’s head peeked back from beneath the covers, a mischievous grin on his face as he saw your disheveled state. "Now, cher, I suppose you have no excuse. Today, you’re all mine..."