#love drawing it just barely brushing against her shoulders

[vivwritesfics]

i loved the fic u did about nando with a hooker so muchhhh it was so good ❤️

any chance u can do a p2 🙏🙏

this is less a part two and more of an additional blurb (which I'd love to do for these two)

Warnings: Smut, oral (fem!receiving), p in v, unprotected

The Original Fic

Fuck, she looked amazing.

Fernando stood with his back to the door as he looked at her. Sat on the chair, one leg hooked over it's arm, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

A silk robe covered her (just barely), but Fernando could see everything underneath. The lingerie had all the bells and whistles, lace that allowed him to see more skin and a multitude of straps that helped it to sit so pretty.

But there was something missing, and Fernando knew that. He sucked in a breath as he drank her in. "Santa mierda," he breathed as he looked at her.

The leg hanging over the arm of the chair bounced and she wrapped her lips around her thumb. Her eyes were trained on him, trying to draw him closer. He knew exactly what she was doing, and he loved it.

But there was something missing.

Fernando reached into his pocket, hand settling onto the little box. He strode towards her and got down onto his knees in front of her chair. Nobody else could get him into his knees like this.

She sat forward and hooked her other leg over the other arm of the chair, spreading her legs. Fernando breathed in as he looked in, meeting her eyes. He'd do anything she asked of him.

Hand settling on her waist, he let his thumb brush across her skin. "You look-" He swallowed "-so pretty, Hermosa," he said, eyes falling to the empty space between her breasts. "I bought you something," he said and pulled the black box out of his pocket.

Her eyes sparkled, gasp leaving her lips as he opened the box and took the necklace out, holding it up and dangling it in front of her. "Nando," she whispered as she reached for the charm hanging from the chain.

A flower, a dainty lily of the valley, dangled from the thin chain. It was gorgeous, but it looked fragile and expensive. She looked up from the necklace, meeting Fernando's eyes. "Do you like it?" He asked, other hand moving from her waist to her thigh.

She pulled her lip between her teeth before she answered. "I want you to fuck me in it."

That was all he needed. Fernando stood. He clasped the necklace around her neck and let the charm fall between her breasts. He stood back and took a moment to admire just how pretty it looked. Just how pretty she looked. Fuck, he never wanted her to leave.

Her foot touched his shoulder and she pushed him back onto his knees. Both of his hands gripped her thighs, keeping her apart. His finger hooked around her underwear, pulling him to the side and revealing her to him.

"So pretty, Hermosa," he whispered and moved closer.

Fernando had become an expert in pussy eating. Before her it wasn't something he'd often done. But she'd changed him, and it was for the better.

His lips wrapped around her clit as his fingers probed her hole. Just one at first; he knew how she needed to be prepped slowly.

(Well, not need. But Fernando had been her only 'client' for months now. Her pleasure was his pleasure).

Her manicured fingers (something he was more than happy to pay for) wrapped around his hair and pulled as he worked her. His moan had her writhing, but Fernando's grip held her still.

Lips and fingers working in tandem until it had her tumbling over the edge for the first time that night. But it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Fernando stood. He leaned in and kissed her lips, slow and sweet. Gentle and tasting exactly like pussy. She moaned, Hands still tugging at his hair. But, god, the sounds he made whenever she pulled on him.

He swapped them around, sat her on his lap. She shuffled back, just far enough to free his cock from the confines of his trousers. Her lips were on his neck, chest pressed against his own as she moved her hand. Desperate noises left her lips as he reached up, and reaching up for her.

He touched her breasts, but his fingers didn't linger, instead reaching for the charm that sat between them. But he soon dropped that in favour of holding her neck, applying the slightest bit of pressure. A high pitched whine erupted from her lips.

"Ready?" He asked and she nodded her head, too busy sucking a mark into his neck to answer him.

She pulled away from him and pushed herself up. Pushing her underwear to the side, she sank down onto him. Her entire body shuddered as he wrapped his arms around her, bouncing her slightly.

She moved against him, but not without help. The entire time, Fernando's eyes were locked onto the charm beneath her tits, watching as it bounced. The sight was positively mouth water.

He sped her up as he reached down to kiss the exposed skin peaking out of her bra. Her moans and whines filled the hotel room. Their neighbours could most definitely hear them, but neither of them cared.

He finally tipped her over the edge. Her breaths came out in short puffs as she fell against him, cunt clenching around him.

Fernando kept her moving, but his bounces were much gentle. "Almost there," he whispered and kissed her tenderly.

Before too long he was spilling inside of her. Even if he wanted to pull out, she wouldn't have let him, addicted to the feeling of Fernando inside of her.

He was done, but she was still sitting on him. Unwilling to move. Her eyes were falling closed and she let out a satisfied hum. "Thank you, Nando," she whispered as her fingers danced across his chest. "It's gorgeous."

"Not as gorgeous as you," he replied and kissed the top of her head.

a/n: when my requests reopen i'd love some for these two

[writerpetals]

ride [ pov 2 ] | 🔞

; optional male & female lead smut |  

a/n: think of a male and female lead for this one. this is the pov of the dominant friend ^^

You have always been an instigator. You love fueling fires and getting people so worked up they don’t know what to do with themselves.

Which came in handy during a risky game of strip poker with your roommate as well as your best friend. You have always been attracted to the both of them, and you took the opportunity without a doubt when it presented itself.

A joking ‘let’s kiss - it will get him so hot’ to your best friend turned into the removal of your t-shirt and her pants, the only clothes the two of you had on halfway through the game, and leaving you both in your underwear. The alcohol helped, and even though none of you were drunk, you couldn’t deny the tension, the absolute sexual frustration, in the room.

When you finally kiss her, really kiss her, with your hands roaming her body and her hands doing the same, he can’t help but to touch himself. He is practically drooling as he sits at the foot of his bed, hand sneaking past the band of his boxer-briefs while he watches the two of you tease one another on the opposite end. 

“What about me?” You look toward him as he asks, and pull away from her with a shrug of your shoulders.

“What about you?” she teases him with a grin. 

“You’re lucky we’re letting you watch.” His jaw slacks at your words, making it clear he has become offended and causing the two of you to laugh at his misery, looking away from him to turn towards one another once more. Your lips press to hers, feeling her hands resume their exploration of your body, fingertips brushing over your bra, causing you to pull her closer to you with a grip on her hips and your back pressing into the headboard.

“But,” he interrupts with a whine as you both freeze. 

“But what?” you huff with a roll of your eyes. “Her and I can take this to my room if you’re not happy.” You wouldn’t mind leaving him hard and lonely to take her back to your bed if you needed. 

“No,” he sighs, biting down on his bottom lip for a moment while he eyes the two of you. “It’s fine.” 

“Oh, don’t be so mean,” she tells you, drawing your attention from him. “We should at least give him a full show if you’re not going to let him join us.” A grin forms on your lips at her words, already having an idea of a way to torture them both. After all, you are the instigator. 

You gently push her away from you, allowing her to fall back on the bed with a giggle while you hover over her body. You lower yourself, quickly pressing your mouth to her chest while expertly reaching beneath her as she archs her back, unhooking her bra to toss it to the floor with the rest of your clothes. 

You hear a shuffle next to you, assuming he has begun pleasuring himself once again, feeling a chill down your spine as you flick your tongue over her nipple, knowing he has to be enjoying the view. 

“This is,” he nearly chokes, “so not fair.” 

“Shut up,” you chuckle, before your mouth lower down her stomach, kissing here and there and anywhere, feeling the goosebumps forming along her skin against your lips. You go even lower, parting her legs before placing a kiss on each knee, then diving farther between her thighs just as you reach to peel her panties from her body, leaving her open and bare.. 

“Actually,” you say, pausing and hearing a whine from the both of them, just like you imagined when you thought of the plan in the first place, “I have a better idea.”

“Huh? What?” they both begin to protest just as you crawl from her body to stand before them. 

“Relax, baby,” you comfort her with a brush of her chin with your thumb, flashing a wink. “You’re gonna love this. Um…” You turn to look at him.

“Hm?” he hums as the both of you look toward him to see the unmistakable disappointment in his face, hand still in his boxers a moment before he pulls away. 

“Lean back,” you instruct him, glancing between the both of them and noticing the hesitation on his face as he does what you tell him. A second later you position yourself in front of him before dropping to your knees. “Did you go soft?” you chuckle, receiving a smack of his lips in return. 

“Of course I did because you’re being such a fucking tease right now.” He has a point. You do love to tease, and teasing your roommate and your best friend is way more enjoyable than you thought it would be. 

“Let me make it up to you,” is all you say, before reaching for the band of his underwear to hook your fingers inside. You tug them down his legs, watching him shift back and forth to assist you until you toss them in the pile of your clothes on the floor. 

You can’t deny how amazing he looks spread out on the bed, cock half-hard and his naked body exposed for the two of you. For the first time you are nearly taken back, but quickly recovered enough to continue on with your devious plan as you reach for him. “But you don’t get to come until she does.”

“Huh?” they question in unison once again as she stares down at you and he keeps his eyes shut. You keep uiet for the moment, stroking his length slowly, softly, feeling him harden completely under your touch and hearing him hiss as his hips begin to move. 

“Make her come.” You think you see her eyes grow wide as she sits next to him, but you can hardly pull your attention away from him. You feel him twitch in your palm, causing you to squeeze your fingers a little tighter around him. “And then I’ll let you come.”

“Come here,” he tells her, causing you to grin at her hesitation. 

“What?” she asks, head tilting to one side as if he were crazy. You do nothing but continue pleasuring him with long, painfully slow motions.  “Why?”

“Ride me,” he says, grinning, and you always knew he was a little shit and also knew he loved making your friend squirm with his words. But you can’t let him get too cocky, leaning in to wrap your lips around the tip of his cock without warning, sucking and hearing another hiss leave his mouth. “Please, sit on my face so I can make you come. I’m not going to handle all the teasing when she sucks li-like th-that.” 

You are pleased with his persuasion, and feeling a bit full of yourself because he is right, you will tease him until he goes out of his mind if you need to. Luckily for him, she gives in, slowly making her way over toward him and you watch with eager eyes as she positions herself with her center inches from his needy mouth. 

“C’mon,” he encourages her with his hands finding their way to her thighs. Your eyes meet hers, and you notice the fire inside of them, wanting to go further but something is holding her back. You pull away from him, circling the tip of his cock with your tongue with a grin on your lips to tell her it’s okay.

She lowers herself a little bit more, and your eyes grow wide when he lifts his head just enough to lick a quick stripe down her slit to have her gasping and pulling away a second later. 

She tries again, just as you take his cock into your mouth once more, hand pumping his shaft and tongue tending to the tip as you caress around and around to earn a deep groan from his chest. You can’t pull your eyes away from her as she tries again, lowering herself once more as his tongue darts out to tease her with a flick over her folds. 

“That’s it,” you tell them when you pull away for a moment. “Make her feel good.”

He listens well, tugging on her thighs to pull her closer as his tongue disappears in her slit to hear her gasp once again. You watch for a moment, noticing her hips begin to rock back and forth as the tension in her body disappears, realizing you are growing wet between your own thighs at the sight of her getting to experience his mouth. 

“Does it feel good?” you ask, her eyes struggling to open before they fall to study the motions of your hand. “Tell him how it feels.” 

“It f-feels g-good,” she stutters, and a smirk appears on your lips a moment later. “It feels so damn good.” He groans, from her words and the way you work your hand up and down his length. You are happy enough he is doing his job well in the moment.

“Good,” you tell her. “It seems like you’ve earned this.” He groans once more, causing her to double over and press her hands to his chest so she won’t fall completely. Her moans fill the room, realizing she will be getting close soon and realizing he would need his reward for a satisfactory job.

You pull away from him to stand and make your way to his nightstand, opening the drawer and quickly grabbing a condom from the half-empty box before pushing your own panties to the floor. You turn to him, placing both knees on either side of his legs as you rip the packet open and align it to his tip. The noises he makes beneath her grow louder as he realizes what you are doing, and his hips buckled with need when you roll the condom down his cock.

A moment later you hover over him, brushing your center with the head of his cock before easing him inside of you, a gasp filling the room from the both of you at the sensation of him feeling you up. You notice her eyes open to look at you, looking down at your body and watching him enter you, before your lids shut tight and curses escape your lips. 

You roll your hips over him, adjusting to his size only for a moment before you are steady rocking your hips back and forth. And with the noises you and her make, you assume he has returned to pleasing her, causing you to remember your goal in the first place.

You slow your pace, riding him carelessly, lazily, while gathering enough composure to open your eyes and watch her come undone before you. You notice her thighs trembling around him as the wet, sloppy sounds of his pleasure and her arousal fill the small space between the two of you. Her head tilts back as she gapes and her hips roll against his mouth faster until she leans toward you. You take her quivering body in your arms to hold her steady. 

You can’t help but to giggle at her, loving how she is suddenly a complete mess thanks to his tongue and noticing how he holds her thighs in place until she falls against the bed, too worn out from the pleasure and trying to catch her breath. The sight of her alone has your hand slipping between your thighs as you continue to ride him, not bothering to pick up pace as your fingers caresse your clit. 

Once he is no longer occupied with her, he reaches for you, tugging on your hips and begging without words to move faster. His hips push up beneath you, hitting you deeper and encouraging your fingers to draw quick, rapid circles over your clit. Everything becomes a blur as he thrusts between your legs. You become dizzy. Your mind goes blank. And before you know it, the pleasure surges through every part of your body as you slump to his chest.

His arms wrap around you, suddenly thrusting into you faster, harder, from below to have you whimpering and whining his name. He holds you tight, giving you every last ounce of pleasure you deserve until your entire body grows too sensitive to handle him. You finally pull away, leaning against her in the process. 

You attempt to catch your breath, body almost numb and too exhausted to move in the moment. You are happy she allows you the comfort. Though, even if you are drained, you know he deserves the same treatment. Your eyes slowly open to take in the sight of him, hard and needy, with desperate hands seconds from getting himself off and you regret not lasting long enough for him to come when he was still inside of you.

“Poor, baby,,” you call for him with a sigh, lifting yourself from her to stand on shaky legs in front of him. “You’ve been such a good boy getting the two of us off, allowing us to use you for our pleasure.” 

You see him lick his lips, trying to remain patient. “Can I come now, please?”

“What do you say…” you hum, looking toward her, “we give him what he wants?” You smirk, motioning for her to join you before you gently pull the condom from his length to toss aside, and then reach for her hand to guide her in wrapping her fingers around his cock. Groans and grunts and other noises fill his bedroom as she strokes him, beginning slow and steady before picking up speed as you reach to tend to his balls to have him grasping for the sheets. 

“Fuck,” he inhales sharply, “fuck, that feels good. I���m getting close.” He pushes his hips off the bed, begging to be stroked faster, and faster, and faster as she does just that, listening to his body well and you watch in amazement as he unravels before the both of you. 

One last gasp hits your ears as his orgasm hits, and your eyes lower to watch him release onto his stomach, coating her fingers just as well in the process. His thrusting hips begin to slow, and you study every inch of sweaty, flushed skin of his, always loving the way he looks after pure bliss. 

Once again you can’t help but to giggle while he tries to steady his breath, deciding to crawl onto the bed, up his body, and press a soft kiss to his temple. 

“You’re such a good boy,” you praise him, eyes lowering to her a second later as you kiss his face again. “I can’t wait to see what other fun things we come up with next.” 

[spacedlexi]

experimental warm ups ft. post s4 vi

clem giving vi her hairtie inspo 💕

[dante-mightdie]

Reader offering her body to viking!simon as an appreciation present for protecting her xx

yes yes absolutely yes everything about this is beautiful

c/w: pillaging, death, murder, blood, loss of virginity, p-in-v sex, you and simon have no game, simon is a blunt dickhead

perhaps the village gets raided in the middle of the night :( rival clan tearing through your lovely town and pillaging it. your husband is immediately storming out of bed, throwing on his armor and grabbing his axe. he’s silent when he picks you up, slings you over his shoulder and throws you into the wardrobe,

“stay.” he commands and you respond with a quick nod of your head, looking up at him with frightened eyes until he slams the doors closed

you’re there for a good hour until you hear movement in your home. you think for a moment it might be simon but you soon hear the sounds of wood splintering and crashing as this invader trashes your home

you keep a hand over your mouth, praying whoever this is decides not to check your hiding place. that was wishful thinking, you realise once the wardrobe door is ripped open and you’re met with the cold eyes of a rival warrior who wastes no time snatching you up and throwing you to the ground, desperate screams immediately leaving your throat

you pray that someone hears you but you’re not hopeful when all you can hear through the closed windows is the muffled sounds of screams, cries and burning buildings

you pick up whatever your trembling hands can reach and throw them at the warrior as you crawl back. but everything just seems to be bouncing off of him, causing no damage whatsoever

you close your eyes when you watch him raise his weapon, ready to bring it down on you. tears slip down your cheeks and you flinch, preparing for your short lived life to be over in such a brutal manner

but no such blow comes, instead you just hear the sounds of gargling. when you open your eyes, you see the soldier on his knees in front of you, your husbands axe hanging from the side of his neck as he chokes to death on his own blood

simon is stood above him, chest heaving and rage clouding his vision as he pulls the axe out, swinging it into the man’s neck one more time for good measure

he looks at you, the storm disappearing from his expression once he sees you trembling on the floor below him, frightened out of your mind. with one arm, he effortlessly scoops you up, holding you against him. with his other hand he retrieves his axe from the corpse at his feet

he carries you out of your destroyed home, not saying a word when you tuck your face into the crook of his neck and sniffle

“thank you…” you mumble, the delicate brush of your lips tickling his skin, filling him with a warm feeling that he’ll deny ever existed

he grunts in response, hoisting you up when you start to slip in his grip. he doesn’t speak much, is the first thing you figured out about him on your wedding night

you shield your eyes from the bloodshed and horror that now bestows your village, people of your clan lay dead in the once safe streets. simon says nothing as he carries you away from it all,

“is it over?” you ask, taking your face from his neck to look at him. he gives you a firm nod of his head. you don’t say anything about the dried blood he’s coated in, nor the fact that you can feel it staining your nightgown

after a while he carries you to a secluded part of the village, with survivors gathered around and setting up tents. being the second-in-command to the chief was clearly a perk as you and simon had been set up in a small, cozy cabin

“draw me a bath.” his rough voice cuts through the silence, shrugging off his armor and stripping down until he was bare in front of you. it never failed to bring a blush to your cheeks whenever he causally exposed his naked body to you

he hadn’t bedded you once since you had been married, you had shared once chaste kiss at your wedding ceremony and since then he had barely touched you. he didn’t seem particularly interested in having you perform traditional wifely duties, he never rejected it when you offered to bathe him after a long day or when you had dinner presented on the table for him

you both just kind of exist around each other. it hadn’t really dawned on you that he’s never even called you by your name, only speaking to you in blunt sentences

“oi. did you hear me?” he says, stopping to turn to you when he realised you hadn’t moved from your spot. you shake yourself from your thoughts and nod your head, scrambling over to the fire to begin boiling the water for his bath

he carries the heavy pots of boiling water for you, snatching them from your hands when he sees you nearly burn yourself. once his bath was finished, he climbed into the steaming water

you watch him from the bed, chewing on your lip and playing with your fingers as he scrubs his skin with the soap. his back is to you as your map out the scars littering the rippled muscle

you feel indebted to him. whilst he wasn’t the nicest man, he certainly wasn’t the cruelest. he was good to you in a strange way. he never forced himself on you, even on your wedding night. he had never uttered words with intent to hurt your feelings

you stand from your place on the bed and nervously stumble over to the tub, kneeling beside him. he doesn’t look at you when you take a cloth and begin cleaning his back

he lets his hands fall into the water, leaning forward ever so slightly. you notice how his eyes fall shut. he’s probably exhausted, you think to yourself

“would you like me to brush your hair, husband? I… I can-“ you question, looking at him as you run the soap through his hair and making an effort to detangle the mop on his head

“do what you want.” he grunts, shrugging his broad shoulders and dropping them down with enough weight to make the water splash

you nod your head even though he can’t see you. after a few minutes of, quite frankly, uncomfortable silence, you place the soap down as a silent signal that you were finished

he stands to all his glory, 6’4 with water dripping down from his hair all the way down his thigh defined thighs and back into the water. you immediately avert your eyes when you drag your eyes down to his cock, hanging heavy between his legs and pass him a towel

you gather a comb and place a pillow on the floor between your legs. still not bothering to get dressed, he just drops his tired body down leaving you no option but to spread your legs to accommodate his large frame

you spend a good 30 minutes trying to get the comb through his shaggy dirty blond hair but you eventually manage to tame it into a clean and detangled state. you use a tie from your wrist to tie it up into a messy bun so it will stay out of his face

“I-I’m finished…” you say, placing your hands on your lap to prevent yourself from reaching out and tracing the tattoos on his shoulder blades. as you expected, he just gives you a grunt, his way of saying thank you

you stand from the bed, watching as he moves around the room with his back to you

“simon?” you call out with hesitation, “would you… would you like to come to bed… with me?”

he turns to look at you, his brow furrowed with confusion, “I am… I’ll be there in a minute.”

you shake your head, taking your hand up to untie the front of your nightgown, “no… I mean… would you like to be intimate with me?”

you’re certain that your face must be bright red with embarrassment, but you power through as you slip your gown off. you’re stood naked in front of him, shifting on your feet as he stares you down with an unreadable expression

he shifts his whole body to you now, folding his arms over his chest as he looks you up and down

“say something, please.” you squeak out, your hands coming up to poorly cover your breasts. he lets out a small laugh in response and you think you’ve completely humiliated yourself

“you want me to fuck you?” he asks bluntly, taking one hand down to lightly fondle his flaccid cock. you nod your head eagerly, biting your lip

“you ever done tha’ before?” he smirks, cocking his head to the side. he’s quite enjoying this newfound confidence, if you can even call it that. you shake your head, fiddling with your fingers

“it’s gonna hurt.” he warns, raising his eyebrows and scanning your face for any form of hesitation

“will it feel good eventually?” you ask, a small glimmer of hope spreading in your eyes when you realise he’s actually considering your request. you expected him to shoot you down with a laugh

“maybe.” he shrugs, “you still want me to fuck you, little one?”

his hand is wrapped firmly around his cock now, stroking it until it was fully erect. you can’t take your eyes off it, not even to see the cocky smirk across his face

“yes.” you whisper out, “please.”

he cocks his head to the side, “get on the bed. spread your legs.”

you crawl onto the bed, laying on your back and folding your hands across your stomach. you chew on your lip, your eyes trained on the ceiling. you can’t bear to look at him as you spread your legs, giving him a clear view of your most intimate area

“want me to lick your cunt first?”

his words make your pussy ache. his blunt tone would be horrifying on anyone else but you know him now. it’s just who he is. it’s so amazingly him. the question is followed by the sound of spitting and the slick sounds of him stroking his cock

“I- yes- I just- I’m not sure i’ll like it.” you admit, sheepishly. you glance down when you feel the bed shift and his big hands wrap around your thighs. you see him knelt between your legs, lips inches away from your aching pussy

he grunts, and with no warning, he closes the gap and runs his tongue from your opening then all the way up to your clit. he wraps his lips around the bud, giving a harsh suck

you throw your head back, letting out a stuttered moan. your hands shift from their place to his hair, tugging on it and loosening a few strands which fall around his face

he spends a good bit of time trialling things out, learning what you like based on how much you yanked at his hair or bucked your hips

he slips a finger in your entrance once he’s sure you’re wet enough, groaning at the way your legs slam around his head. the feeling of your thighs clenching around his face makes his cock twitch against the mattress

your cunt takes his fingers greedily, sucking around his thick digits when he slips another one in. your hips buck up at his mouth when he flicks his tongue around your clit

you feel a tightening in your stomach after a fuck minutes of his fingers fucking in and out of you, scissoring them to stretch you wider for him. he waits until he can feel you right on edge and he hears your moans pick up to pull his fingers out

you let out a whine at the lack of contact, handing right on edge of your ruined orgasm

“quite yer whinin’. you can cum around my cock instead.” he groans, pumping his cock a few times before lining it up with your weeping pussy

he places one hand on the underside of your thigh and pushes it up as he pushes in slowly. you let out a gasp and grip his forearm, nails digging into his skin. he doesn’t stop, only slows his pace

“nearly there…” he groans just before he bottoms out, his pubic bone pressed against your clit. he grinds his hips slowly to help you adjust to the feeling of being stuffed full

“do that again…” you whine out, arching your back for him. he grinds his hips a few more times, waiting until there’s no resistance from you before actually beginning to fuck his cock in and out of you

you slam your hand over your mouth when you feel the tip of his cock brush against this spongy spot inside of your cunt

he shifts his position, moving so he’s kneeling on the bed. he wraps his arms around your thighs and tugs you so your ass rests on his thighs

he wraps a hand around his cock, gliding the tip through your folds one time before slipping back inside you. he uses his grip on your hips as leverage to fuck into you faster than before

the room is filled with a mixture of your moans and his grunts along with the sound of his balls slapping your ass

your hands move to rest on his shoulders to keep you straight as he rams his cock into your cunt. that familiar tight feeling creeps up on you soon again. you tap his shoulder lightly

“si- simon… ‘m gonna- fuck-“ you cry out, throwing your head back against the pillows

“me too, little one. come on… cum around your husbands cock…” he grunts, leaning forward to put you in a mating press. his permission was all you needed to let go, your cunt pulsing around his cock erratically

he gives you a few more sloppy thrusts before pulling his cock and out, desperately jerking it a few times before he paints his load all over your tummy. he rubs the tip against your clit to milk your orgasm, the final remnants of his cum dribbling out onto your pussy

he doesn’t enjoy the afterglow of his orgasm very long before he’s standing up and grabbing a cloth to clean you both up. he blows out the candles that light up your bedroom before wrapping you both up in blankets and furs

he lays on his back, tucking you under his arm so you can rest your head on his shoulder. you lay away from him, wrapping your arms around his bicep and pressing your face into the muscle

in tune with his usual character, he doesn’t say a word to you but this is progress, you think. a soft smile gracing your lips as you drift off into a peaceful slumber

[shotmrmiller]

Simon is enthralled by you, John Price's cat. Oh, how beautiful you look on all fours, rubbing your face on his jeans. How lovely the mews that spill from your lips sound— music to his ears.

He grabs you by the hips to lift you onto his lap, mindful of your tail and brushes his covered nose against your cheeks. "Aren't you just precious?" Simon lifts his mask enough to expose his lips and nips the tip of your human ear. "I wonder if this pretty kitten has a pretty pussy, too," he softly says. Your half-lidded eyes look at John, who's chosen to be just a spectator tonight.

"You heard him, kitten. Show Simon what he's asking for." The bell in your collar clinks as you lift to turn yourself around in his lap, and he grabs your waist with his large hands to assist. "Careful, I don't want you falling off and getting hurt." Simon extends his long, thick legs which gives you a bit more space to work with.

Keeping your knees together, you place your bare, dainty feet on each shoulder, and with a trembling exhale, your knees drop open.

Simon intakes a sharp breath through his teeth at the sight of your glistening cunt spread open— a flower in full bloom. The grip on your waist tightens to what should be considered pain, but to you is just acute pleasure.

"She's a fuckin' sight, sir," he admires without looking up. He drags a blazing trail with his fingers from your waist to your mons, pad of his thumb hovering over your swollen, slippery clit. "I'm curious, though, kitten," You look at him, cheeks flushed, and answer him with a tiny little mewl. "I'm curious if you'll purr for me, too," and draws agonizingly slow circles, that is exactly what you want, yet not enough. The whimpers slithering out of your throat make his cock achingly hard, and if you turned around, you'd see a sizeable tent in John's trousers too.

John's voice is thick with arousal as he says, "She likes it when you let saliva dribble from your mouth onto her pussy, isn't that right, kitten?"

You bob your head, mouth open, a bit of drool at the corner of your mouth. Simon's touch is magical. You've got liquid fire in your veins, every precise circle rubbed onto your nub tightens that coil in your lower stomach, and when he spits onto your pussy, the warm glob of spit that lands directly on your clit almost has you coming from it alone.

Simon notices how your hips start moving on their own, picking up speed, forcing more friction on your clit when he stops touching you, removing all stimulation. The keen you let out is primal, a high-pitched whine. "Oh, I know, I know," he coos at you, "I just gotta ask your owner for permission, s'all."

He tips his head to the side, looking over your shoulder, and nods. John must've agreed to whatever he's thinking because Simon's dark eyes gleam as they meet yours, a feral, toothy smile on his lips.

Simon taps your hips lightly and orders, "Hips up." Your feet lower from his shoulders to flatten on the couch— thighs spread wide from how broad, how wide his body is. Your hands rest on his knees behind you, and you rest your weight on them to lift up. Simon lets out a snarl and completely hooks your knees over his shoulders forcing your arms to give way. Your head lolls on his thighs, upper body almost completely upside down, and his hands cup your arsecheeks—mindful of the tail— and raise. What—

His warm, wet tongue licks through puffy lips, and flicks at your clit. The arousal that had waned comes back, and it comes back harder, faster, more intense. He's eating you like you're his last meal, and now you definitely sound like a cat, albeit a dying one.

Simon gives your bud a suck and your neck cranes back at the sensation, and that's how you see John, upside down, leaning back, one arm on the backrest holding his drink— the other stroking his cock through his trousers. He looks—

A sharp slap to your arse has your spine curling, legs tightening around Simon's half-covered face, stubble prickling into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. "Eyes on me, kitten."

Your spine curves and you realize that you can see Simon, his dark eyes locked onto yours, and that he can see you. You wanted to care about the unflattering angle he's got you in, but it all melts away when his mouth opens wide to lick a stripe from your hole to your clit, and his lip is curled on one side, so you can see his unnecessarily pointy canine.

Once Simon realizes he's got your full attention, he eats. Unrelenting as he chases your climax like it was his own. The pulse of your heartbeat is deafening in your ears, your vision darkens as he forcibly drags you to your finish line, and with one final lap at your stiff bud, he tugs on your tail, and you burst.

Mind-numbing pleasure sweeps through your body, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing into you, prickling at your nerve endings, leaving you a shaky, slobbering mess on his thighs.

Simon doesn't even give you a moment, doesn't grant you reprieve because, within seconds, he's manhandling you and sinking you down onto his massive cock, spearing you in half, stretching your soaked channel to its absolute limit. It burns, it stings and yet the only thing that comes out of your mouth is an airy moan.

"Atta girl. Your pussy's suckin' me in like it wants to keep me in it forever," and his head tips back as he groans, "You're squeezing me so tight, m'not gonna last."

John's gruff voice comes from behind you, commanding. "Then don't, Simon. Fill her up."

Simon's answering smile is, honestly, a bit scary. He looks like the predator he becomes on the battlefield, the one who snuffs out life like a fire on a candle wick. Vicious, cruel, ruthless.

"Yes, sir."

He spreads his thighs, feet flat on the floor, and picks you up with his forearms, only to bring you back down on his cock. Impaling you. The tip of his cock is hitting so deep, you vaguely wonder if the flared head is being pinched by the tiny hole of your cervix. He's destroying you, but at no point in time does it ever turn into physical pain. Simon is using you like a pocket pussy, yet is angling your hips to hit your sweet spot. And oh so sweet it is, because it takes you exactly seven (7) thrusts of his hips to make you come around him, frothy, milky essence coating his cock.

"Fuckin' hell, pet. Fuckfuckfuckfu—" and he brings you down harshly, grinding his hips up, as he shoots rope after thick rope of cum into you.

Simon's exposed chin is dripping sweat, as he pants harshly in front of you, trying to catch his breath. Your body begins to slump tiredly when you feel your tail being caressed, beard scratching your neck as John peppers your damp neck with kisses.

"It's my turn now, isn't it." The bell on your collar chimes as John pulls you to kneel on the floor, face pressed in near Simon's softening member. Faintly, a zipper opens, and the swollen, long length of John's cock pushes into you, pushing out Simon's cum, dripping down your abused cunt to make space for him.

"Mewl for me, kitten," and grabs you by the hair, craning your neck to look up at Simon, who's gazing down at you with heavy-lidded eyes. He curls two fingers underneath your collar, restricting your breathing, and says, "Go on. Let us hear you."

what a delightful day to be John Price's cat

[eilidh-eternal]

You need a favor

SingleDad!Johnny x f!reader | 18+ MDNI | Part 1 Here | Masterlist

You’re out of milk.

You’re out of milk because you hadn’t had the mental bandwidth to finish your shopping three days ago after Johnny, with help from a certain puppy-eyed five year old, convinced you to have dinner with them after you made your very awkward introduction. Isobel had long ago told you his name but you’d pretended not to know for formality's sake.

“Neighbors shouldn’t be strangers,” he’d declared. That’s what you’re telling yourself as you hesitantly step up onto his front doorstep, empty measuring cup in hand. It takes several moments of controlled breathing and a fair amount of you rocking back and forth on anxious feet before you work up the courage to knock, a timid rap of your knuckles. You’re just asking for a cup of milk. Neighbors do that all the time. You’re just being- “‘S it Friday already?” His voice interrupts the silent conversation you’d been having with yourself and you nearly stumble back and off the narrow stoop.

“Oh, n-no. I just-” You take a beat, a breath, to calm your nerves. “I um, haven’t got any milk.” You lift the measuring cup, as if it wasn’t already obvious in your hands, and he leans with his shoulder against the doorframe. “Was wondering if I could borrow some?” 

“Makin’ more sweets?” There’s a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips, and you nearly drop the measuring cup when you spot the dimple hidden beneath a few days worth of stubble.

“Oh, no. It’s for combat corn.” The smirk remains but his brows draw together with a curious tilt of his head, and eyes the color of lochs in the summertime flicker with amusement.

“Combat corn?” he echoes, and it takes you a few beats to remember the distinctly American dish and the family joke that named it isn’t common knowledge in Scotland. So, you find yourself explaining to the man–who nearly gives you an aneurysm when he folds his arms and the muscles in his chest bunch deliciously beneath the corded muscles of his forearms–what scalloped corn is.

“Someone made a joke that it was like the food in the army, anything you could find just thrown together—combat corn. Called it that ever since.” You fidget with the measuring cup, tapping the pads of your fingers against the glass, overly aware of your rambling explanation. “It uh… you have to bake it. With milk.” There's a beat of silence and then he’s pulling away from the doorframe, 

“Cannae say I have much time f’r bakin’ in the army.” He reaches for the measuring cup and your arm works independent of your brain to hand it to him, functioning on autopilot as your mind works to absorb the unexpected revelation about the man next door with the muscles and darling little girl. Your fingers brush, just barely, as you hand it over, and you can feel the confirmation of this newfound part of him, callus pads of his fingers glancing over yours to retrieve the glassware. “Never left a man behind though. C’mon in then.” Thank fucking god he’s holding the glass because the wink he shoots in your direction before retreating inside, leaving the door wide for you to follow, surely would have sent it shattering against the pavement at your feet.

Their home is both exactly what you thought it would be and somehow the complete opposite. None of the living room furniture matches, like it’s all been collected over many years, and looks well loved. As does the room itself, littered with toys and costume clothing, a small shelf in one corner near the television overflowing with bins of more colorful blocks, stacked high with books, and crammed full with stuffed animals.

“Sorry f’r the mess, Bell’s no’ fond of pickin’ up after ‘erself.” The clink of glass against stone countertops echoes from the kitchen.

“I can’t imagine she would be at her age.” Pictures line the wall leading into the cozy space. Some you recognize of Isobel. Some you think might be a younger Johnny. There’s one of the two of them, a very young Isobel balancing on top of his shoes and holding onto his hand in front of him, and Johnny stands with the other arm draped around the shoulder of the woman holding Isobels hand at his side. She has the same hair, wild and curly. Her mom. Something bitter coats your tongue at the realization, sour and unpleasant. You feel like an intruder.

You fidget with the sleeve of your sweater, struggling to put the pieces together. In all the time you’d lived next door, you’d never seen the woman in the photo. Never saw a ring on Johnny's finger. Never saw anyone but him walking her to and home from school. The sound of the fridge opening and closing precedes Johnny’s appearance at your side, measuring cup full of milk in hand, and you’re acutely aware of how close he stands, shoulder nearly pressed to yours as he follows your gaze to the photo. He smiles but it feels forced, like doing so hurts him. 

“Havnae stopped to look at that one in a while.” The remark only confuses you further. Why does such a happy photo make him look like he just took a beating, like he’s smiling through the pain? When you don’t say anything he continues. “She passed. ‘Bout two years ago.”

Oh. The bitter taste on your tongue curdles into something rotten and rife with shame. You’d been jealous of his late wife. For all of about three minutes, but still. The realization twists your stomach into knots and it roils with guilt and embarrassment.

“I had no idea, I’m so sorry.” Sorry for feeling jealous of a dead woman. A cautious glance up at his face reveals a stoic expression, one he’s probably learned to carry on with from the military if you had to guess.

“‘S hard, ‘specially on Bell. Still too young to understand why she’s gone.” Too young to grasp the concept and finality of death. Far too young to endure the loss of a parent. Silence stretches long between you, thick with grief and the admission of a once beautiful life lost. Her life. Their life. Guilt nestles itself between your ribs, taking up space between flesh and bone and it makes your chest feel tight, lungs constricted by writhing tendrils of the ugly thing. He always looks so happy, always smiling and laughing with Isobel. Always strong for her. Who smiles for him? Who takes care of him? Does he hold it all in until he drops Isobel off for school, filling the silence of their home with muffled sobs and silent tears as he picks up toys and clothes?

“Bubby?” Isobel stands at the end of the hall near the stairs, hair tousled and eyes still half-lidded with sleep, and a little bear wearing a skeleton hoodie dangles from her hand. Johnny’s eyes immediately soften, cold fractals of sorrow melting when they land on the sleepy little thing, toddling closer to wrap her arms around his leg. 

“Did ye have a nice nap. leannan?” He holds the cup of milk out to you, something you’d nearly forgotten about, and passes it off so that he can lift Isobel, settling her on his hip.

She mumbles something that sounds like an ‘uh-huh’, cheek squished against his shoulder where she lays her head. “Hi miss neighbor.” Little lips curl up at the corners to smile lopsidedly at you, and you give her a small wave. 

“Hi honey. I like your bear.” It’s pressed between her and Johnny, little hood pulled over its head to make it look like it’s wearing a mask with a cartoonish skull printed on it. “Does it have a name?”

“Ghost.” Johnny’s own lips tug into a half smile. “Bubby’s friend uncle Grumpy gave ‘im to me.” He chuckles at that and gives her a little squeeze.

“Are ye hungry?” A nod and a toothy yawn tells him yes.

“Well it was very nice to see you, Isobel. And very nice to meet Mr. Ghost. I’ll see you in a few days on Friday, hm?” She nods and Johnny carefully lowers her to the ground.

“Go get washed up, Leannan, and ye can help me make supper.” 

“Okay. Bye miss neighbor!” She lifts the arm of the bear, waving it at you before running off to the washroom. You wave one last time and turn your attention to Johnny.

“I should leave you to it. I need to get my own dinner going.” You raise the cup of milk for emphasis. 

“I’ll walk ye out then.” He does so with his hand on the small of your back, guiding you past the living room-turned-warzone by Isobel and her toys, and surprises you when he follows you out the door, hand still lingering on your back, and walks you all the way to your door.

“Thank you. Uh, for the milk, I mean. And walking me over. You didn't have to do that.” His hand leaves your waist and fixes itself on the doorframe beside his head, leaning against it with his forearm and shoving his other hand in his pocket.

“What kind of gentleman doesnae walk a lassie home?” Any remnants of the grief that shone in his eyes moments earlier has been replaced with the warmth Isobels presence brings to him. It makes them look like the hottest part of a flame, bright and mesmerizing blue in the golden rays of the setting winter sun, apricity blooming a faint pink on his cheeks that mirrors the warmth creeping into yours for an entirely different reason. “Cannae let ye slip on the pavement. Bell would have my heid if ye got hurt and couldnae make it to dinner wi’ us. She’s been talkin’ ‘bout it all week.”

“Oh.” Really? ‘Oh’? That’s the best you can come up with? 

“Been thinkin’ bout it too.” He shifts his weight, leans forward, and you have to look away for fear the flames flickering behind his eyes might burn right through your head to peer into your mind where he can see all of the inappropriate imaginings inside it. Your back to the door and him towering over you, one hand around your waist and the other braced against the doorframe as it is now. All that warmth in his eyes because of you. Burning for you. “Can’t stop thinkin’ of how ye’d look in our little kitchen, bakin’ yer sweets with Bell.”

“I could bring something, if you’d like.” He shakes his head.

“Ye’re sweet enough on yer own, lass, just bring yer bonnie self. Besides, if ye do all the bakin’ here, how’m I s’posed to sneak a lick from yer spoon, hm?”

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[prettiestlovergirl]

BACKSTAGE

tw: MDNI; semi-public sex; fem!reader; slight breeding kink; degradation; hair pulling; unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it); drummer! luke

a/n: i have had the idea of backstage sex with musician! luke for sososo long and i haven't seen enough of other people do it soooo... enjoy, my lovelies! 𓆩♡𓆪

everything happened so, so fast.

one minute, you were standing in the wings, admiring your boyfriend. you watched as he banged the drums over and over again, his back muscles flexing hard and dripping with enough sweat to make you drool.

the next, he was offstage, wrapping his hand tightly around your wrist and dragging you into the nearest empty room. you'd barely had a second to greet him before your back was pressed against the wall and his lips were on yours.

"well, hello to you too" you murmur against him, a slight giggle escaping that quickly turned breathy as he pressed himself against you. his hands are hot and calloused as they make their way under your shirt to hold your waist. his fingers dig harshly into the skin.

"no time, mami, need you so bad" luke mumbles against your lips, the kiss was hungry, and you couldn't help but moan as his tongue explored every inch of your mouth like he'd done hundreds of times.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, along his warm body to get even closer as you tugged at the curls on the nape of his neck. "we can't, anybody could walk in here..." you whine against his lips, his thumbs brushing up and down your skin.

he pulled away from your lips, pressing wet, hot kisses along your jaw. "c'mon mami, i'll be so, so quick." he stated, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck after each word, causing your mind to get a bit hazy, he knew just how to get you every. single. time.

you whined a bit, but of course you couldn't say no! not when he was so desperate for you, not when his lips found their way to your pulse point and made your pussy practically start throbbing.

"f-fine, yes, please, fuck me" you nodded, biting your lip to hold in a moan as he dug his teeth into your skin a bit more. "that's m' good girl." he smirked, continuing to suck and slide his tongue over your skin as he brought his hands down to unbutton your jeans.

he quickly slid the fabric down your legs, pulling your panties down along with them before spinning you around, pressing your face against the cool wall as you stood up on your toes and spread your legs.

"gods, mami... look so fucking pretty like this, all spread out f'me." he groaned, wrapping his fist around his cock, giving it a few tugs and coating it in some of the pre leaking from his tip.

you bit your lip, starting to feel impatient as he teasingly rubbed his tip along your folds. he didn't have enough time to properly prepare you before people started looking for him, so he continued to use his cock to spread your wetness all around. "mm, luke..." you whine, wiggling your ass a bit before he finally pushed into you.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, how are you still so tight..." he groaned, bringing his head down to your shoulder. he pressed his lips against your smooth skin before sinking his teeth in, moaning against you as he pushed all the way to the hilt.

"oh, fuck!" you whimpered, your hands pressed flat against the wall for some extra support as you clenched around him. "shh, gotta be quiet mami, don't want anyone interrupting before i get a chance to make you cum, yeah?" he cooed, to which you simply nodded, unable to speak without moaning too loud.

he started out at a nice pace, thrusting deep inside of you while his hands reattached themselves to your hips. he thrusted into you over and over again, trying to still be somewhat gentle because you were just so. fucking. tight.

"such a good fucking girl, letting me use her tight little pussy like this in a random closet." he groaned, making you whimper out more as you bit your lip hard enough to draw blood. you wanted to be quiet, to be a good girl for him, but it was so hard!! he was fucking you soso good.

"fuck, more, please!" you moaned, your mouth hung open as you let out soft pants and gasps while he fucked into you. you needed to feel him harder, deeper. you wanted to stay in this moment forever, feeling his lips on your shoulder, his cock hitting just where you need him over and over.

if this were a normal occasion, he would have punished you for being so demanding, but you had been such a good girl for him, and he needed you soso badly.

as he started thrusting in even harsher and faster, your moans got louder and louder, you just couldn't help it! he was just fucking you so good, you needed it so bad.

he grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing your back to arch as he made you look at him while he fucked roughly into you. "i said you have to be quiet, mami. if you think i won't just leave you in here like this, you're wrong." he stated, looking right down into your watery eyes.

"'m sorry!" you whimper, keeping your eyes on his as you did your best to keep in your noises. "it's just so good, 'm sorry, i'll be so so good, please don't stop" you begged, honestly wanting to cry at just the idea of him stopping.

"look at you, gonna cry over my cock? such a fucking slut." he cooed, finally releasing your hair from his grip as he continued to thrust into you. you did your best to keep quiet, the occasional soft gasp or squeal of pleasure escaping you.

luke smirked as he looked down at where you were connected, even in the dark closet he could see the creamy white ring you created around his cock, always just so fucking soaked for him.

you felt the knot in your core get tighter and tighter as he continued to fuck into you, bringing one hand down to start rubbing your swollen, puffy clit to help soothe the ache and bring you closer to your climax.

"fuck, fuck, luke, 'm so close, so fucking close, please make me cum!" you moaned, eyes squeezed shut as he started thrusting even harder and faster into you, feeling the way your pussy walls clenched around his cock.

"i've got you mami, cum for me, be a good girl and cum all over my cock, yeah?" he groaned, bringing his hand forward to replace yours on your clit, rubbing it faster and faster until you finally came all around his cock.

he continued to thrust into you, now chasing his own high as he pressed his palm harshly against your puffy clit, applying pressure to soothe you while he fucked into you harsher and faster.

it wasn't long before luke gave one final, harsh thrust into you and released ropes and ropes of his thick white cum, painting your insides white.

"fuck, i love you so much..." he groaned, staying buried inside of you and pressing his forehead to your shoulder again.

"love you too."

ᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ @ᵐᵘʳᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿ

[heresan]

"We're serious about each other, right?" You begin softly as you’re snuggled up against Wriothesley in his private chambers. Your fingers trace patterns along his bare chest marred with two diagonal scars that's parallel to each other on his pec and upper abs. You wonder what's the story behind this one, like many other scars he received on his body but you suppose he'll come around to tell you about it with time.

"Yes, I'm serious about you." His arm that's tucked under you slows the gentle caressing of your skin, as his other arm goes to wrap around your waist drawing you closer, and he presses a sweet kiss on your forehead. "Why? Do you have doubts?"

You feel a little embarrassed for even bringing this topic of conversation up because it made you feel vulnerable. You and Wriothesley have been spending a great deal of time together, some evenings more intimate than others. But you would like to know where this is going, if you both want the same things because you are dating with the intention of marrying.

"It's just that... you never officially asked me to be yours."

"Do you want me to ask you?" He says with an understanding nod, brushing strands away from your pretty face as he gazes fondly at you. "If you need it, I will happily do so."

There's an apparent curve on your lips despite your previous uncertainty since he's willing to do this one little thing for you. "Is it silly of me that I want you to? I don't want to assume that we're exclusive if you didn't feel the same way. And I suppose I'll have a more definite answer for my mother who keeps wanting to set me up with her friend's son from her women's book club."

"No, it's not silly at all, sweetheart. I will ask you officially." He replies, a small smile gracing his features. "Will you一" He cuts himself off briefly to take a moment to think and steady himself. "Will you be mine, Y/N? I suppose I should've asked you from the moment I knew I wanted to be with you. I would like to be romantic partners with you, if you'll have me."

You feel a wave of giddiness wash over you, and you bury your face in his chest for a moment as your smile broadens into a heartfelt grin. Wriothesley chuckles as he smooths a hand over your hair. "So now that I've asked... will you accept? Do I get to spend the rest of my days with you?"

Your soft laughter tickles against his skin, and when you come up to meet his handsome face again you lean in for a quick peck against the softness of his lips. "Of course, I'm going to accept. I love being with you and I care about you so much, how could I not say yes?"

Wriothesley traps you in his strong hold as his smile remains, his chin tucking into your shoulder and he squeezes you gently. "Thank you for choosing me." He murmurs quietly, his breathing coming out in content sighs as he places a tender kiss on your neck and cheek. "Now you can tell your mother that you've found someone. And I believe introductions are in order, isn't that right darling?"

[cheollipop]

Ok why is this San…https://twitter.com/intimatespaces/status/1669599909702402049?s=20

Idk but I feel like San the type to go feral and fuck you at crazy speed and overstimulate you and see you squirm and he get off it. Love to teach a lesson but also praising and degrade you all the same time?!

(Sorry on my english)

nsfw link

your english is just fine love <3 (pretending I didn't punch a wall and howl when I first saw this)—thank you for giving me a reason to write jealous san~

nsfw under cut—minors dni!!

you moved with san's heaving chest—your body stuck to his with a mixture of sweat and your head rolled back to rest over his shoulder. his arm firm around your waist, his other hand reached to grab your jaw, angling your head sideways to meet your eyes.

"what are you thinking about, sweetheart?"

he was mocking you, you could tell. his voice lowered an octave and his eyebrows furrowed in faux concern. you didn't need a mirror to invision your appearance—eyes rolling back with every lurch of his hips, drool and tears coursing down the sides of your face, lips bitten and swollen from san's torturous nibbles. you barely registered the question, partly due to the loud reverberation of san's thighs slapping against yours, pounding his cock into you ruthlessly. your mind hazed in a thick fog of pleasure, you babbled uselessly— repetitions of his name broken up by pathetic whimpers.

"you were all over yunho earlier, but you're screaming my name now, aren't you, darling?" He cooed, brushing your hair off your forehead to press a kiss to your temple.

his hips ground languidly into your sopping cunt, the smooth glide of his cock between your walls sending you over the edge for the third time that night.

"how many times was that?" he rasped into your ear, your thighs trembling violently and shutting around the hand san sneaked between them.

"w-wait-"

"don't wanna," he peppered kisses to the side of your head, pushing your legs apart once again and hooking them over his thighs, hammering his cock into you and fucking you through the overstimulation. "my sweet girl wanted to be a slut for the day, so I'm gonna treat her like one." three fingers landed a firm slap on your clit, then another, feeling a coy smile against the skin of your neck before they began moving over the sensitive nub, flicking it back and forth while you writhed atop of san's body. "you didn't answer my question, slut. how many times was that?"

your body jerked away from him and—with a broken cry—rolled sideways. "three- f-four!" you shuddered against his chest, the press of his cockhead into your g-spot hurling you into another orgasm. "sannie, I-I can't!" you grabbed a fistful of the sheets by your head, your other hand drawing thin crescents over san's knuckles where they held onto your waist, his cock relentless as it continued to piston into you.

"you can take it," he slotted his thighs behind yours, the hand on your waist slipping down to hold your hips, squeezing the flesh to spread you open for him. he started with a slow grind, sheathing his length inside your overstimulated cunt and groaning into the crook of your neck. "my good girl wants sannie's cum, doesn't she?"

it hurt when you swallowed the drool pooling in your mouth, your throat scratchy and dry from the moans san ripped out of you. you nodded frantically, pushing your hips back into him, your walls clenching uncontrollably around his cock. "w-want it, please."

"of course you do," he sunk his teeth into your shoulder, moving back to lick over the marks he left behind. "my little slut wants her pussy filled to the brim, doesn't she? until she's dripping cum everywhere," he chuckled wryly, angling his cockhead just right and returning to his relentless pace.

his rhythm grew desperate, cock twitching between your fluttering walls and profanities slipping off his tongue as he chased his high. elongated chants of his name escaped through your gritted teeth while you begged him to cum, your nerves on fire as he worked them to their limit with skilled drives into your dripping cunt. he came with a guttural groan, the arm around your waist bringing you impossibly closer to him as he emptied his load inside you, hot ribbons of white shooting deep inside you and, once again, pushing you over the edge.

"fuck," san shuddered behind you, holding onto your hip while his other arm slid beneath you and over your chest. "such a good girl for me," a firm thrust to stuff his length into your used hole, "all mine to use," and another as he shot the last of his load inside. he smoothed a hand over your sides, soothing the violent spasms shaking your body, your walls clenching around his softening cock as you came down from your high.

a proud smile tugged the corners of san's lips upwards, a breathy mutter muffled over your shoulder, "five."

[pacifymebby]

Bonjour daddy 😉 can I request the peaky boys with cuddling? Like who’s the big spoon, which positions who’s the most cuddly etc.. me has gotten her period so I’m feeling all 🙍🏼‍♀️

Hahaha a total side note, i made that same joke to b and he just smirked like, if thats what you'd like to believe I won't ruin ur moment haha

Tommy

🌿 Is very big on the standing up cuddle, opening his arms up to you and holding you nice and snug against his body, wrapping his arms right around you, one hand stroking through your hair or cradling the back of your head.

🌿Will rest his chin on top of yours, kiss your parting and close his eyes, breathing in your scent

🌿Is a very doomed man and is always lowkey aware that every hug could be the last time he gets to hold his angel so every hug is savoured. He focuses on memorising exactly how he feels in the moment he's holding you, every detail filed away in his memory.

🌿He likes to be big spoon, but more than that he likes to lie on his back with your body on top of his.

🌿Drawing patterns down your back quietly, again trying to remember every detail. Obsessed with the sensation of your light restful breaths tickling his bare chest

🌿Loves the skin on skin feeling, always chasing purity in love and it makes him feel so connected to you, so intimate.

🌿 When you're on your period he recognises the change in your temper and is very careful with you, he will try not to snap at you or show any sign of irritation because he's aware how easily wounded you are... He makes sure to hug you and hold you even more than usual

🌿Modern! Tommy would make sure you had a hot waterbottle and all the blankets you needed, get you cosy in bed or on the sofa in front of the tv to watch your favourite movie. He'll humour whatever trash you want to watch and lie there behind you, kissing you and playing with your hair, more focussed on you than the tv.

Alfie

🐻 Big spoon always because he just wants to hold you, wants to be able to put his hands wherever he likes.

🐻 Likes to hold you in sexual places in a non-sexual way. What I mean by this is that if you're little spoon he'll hold one of your breasts in his hand, but just that, simply holding it just because he can... And not because he wants anything more than just to hold you

🐻 Also likes to tickle you on purpose with his beard, his stubble brushing your cheek or your neck, making you giggle and squirm rousing you from your sleep for just long enough he can ask for a kiss.

🐻 His favourite place to cuddle with you however is in a rocking chair by the fire, you bundled up in his lap under a blanket, him holding you safe and snug, your head resting on his chest or shoulder. You're the most precious thing in the world to him so he likes to have you bundled up in his arms at any opportunity.

🐻 You could be busy around the house talking to him about your day or mithering and worrying, or asking him about business and he will refuse to talk to you about any of it until you've gone and sat down in his lap. He'll pat his thigh and open his arms for you, "now now zieskiet, whatve I told you eh, if you're gonna come home talkin me poor old ears off about that nonsense you've at least got to let me hold my little girl whilst I listen eh... Take pity on your old man yeah poppet?"

🐻 Very possesive, can't keep his hands off you ever so when you're cuddling he's constantly rubbing his palms over your arms, or holding your thigh, always doing little things to let you know he's there, that youre all his and he's got you.

🐻 Gives big squeezy bear hugs holds onto you so tight, keeps your face burried into his chest, blocks out the rest of the world so that all you can feel his him all around you.

🐻 Alfie's too old to be immature about your period and if anything he feels a little sorry for you, he doesnt like that he can't do much to help you but he always makes sure he's very gentle with you. Even more doting than usual.

🐻 Gives the best belly rubs, like he ubderstands that you need to do more than just rub your hands lightly over your tummy. He'll rub his hands together to heat them up first and then gently massage you until you're feeling a little better.

🐻 Modern Alfie wouldn't be embarrassed about going to shops to get your pads but he also wouldn't be going... He'd be sending Ollie so that you and him could have a good laugh at Ollie expense.

Arthur

🍂 Doesn't realise until one day you climb into bed after him and make yourself big spoon, wrapping your body around his, nuzzling into the back of his neck and kissing down the bumps of his spine, kissing his shoulder too, but he loves being little spoon.

🍂 It makes him feel so safe and loved, makes him feel cherished which is a very new feeling for him, not one he's ever experienced in adult life.

🍂 He loves being able to close his eyes and feel your fingers scratching and massaging his head. You like stroking the backs of your fingers along his jaw where his stubble is.

🍂 He doesnt admit that he loves this for a long time though, and you never ask about it because you know that if you do he'll get embarassed and deny it and then potentially never let you hold him again.

🍂Feels almost ashamed that he likes it because he's the man, so isn't he supposed to be the one making you feel loved and cherished and safe?

🍂 Blushes when you prop yourself up on your elbow looking down at him, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

🍂Will fall asleepy like that so quickly because its the safest he's ever felt.

🍂 He will however insist upon being big spoon at certain times of the month or when youre feeling unwell. He won't know how to deal with your period at all, he'll only know that youre more argumentative and that he has to be careful not to start a fight with you...

🍂 Doesnt like seeing you cry and you cry at everything when youre on your period so he will spend a lot of time hugging you close to him so that no one can see your tears. Leaves those long held kisses in your hair and you feel protected by him for as long as his lips remain pressed to your head.

🍂 Modern Arthur definitely gets embarassed about having to go to the shops for period pads, like, he definitely panics doesnt know what to buy, goes red, feels like he has to say something at the till even though he really doesn't need to.

John

🌼 Favourite way to cuddle you is to start by tackling you to the ground, play fighting or tickling you. Its like he can't just ask for a hug he has to play a game or trick you into it first...

🌼 Because he loves holding you and cuddling you and he loves kissing you too but he doesn't really know how to persue non-sexual affection without laughing it off and being unserious? The boy just wants a cuddle with his flower but he doesn't know how to ask because cuddling is "soft"

🌼 Definitely big spoon. Similar to Alfie, likes to have possesion of you, when youre wrapped up in his arms youre completely at his mercy and he can do whatever he likes to/with you.

🌼 Loves to tickle you and feel how with nowhere else to go you scramble and squirm further into his hold. And if he makes you jump even better because they you flinch and reach for something to hold onto, so you end up gripping his shirt or throwing your arms around his neck and clinging onto him just the way he likes it.

🌼 Isn't very good at tummy rubs alas, but thats because he can't get his head around the idea that pressing on your tummy when its sore, will help make you feel better "won't that just hurt more?"

🌼 Gives you lots of kisses though, will try to tease and tickle you to make you laugh and smile to distract you from the pain. I guess his cuddle style is playful.

🌼 Loves a naked skin to skin cuddle the best, likes to hold your bare body in his arms and draw patterns all over your skin as you fall asleep.

🌼 Lets you bite him very gently on the shoulder mid hug (one for the girls if u know u know)

🌼 9 times out of 10 cuddles with John lead elsewhere... Like, cuddling definitely puts john in a certain kinda mood

🌼 Oh you just wanted a nice sleepy cuddle? It might start off that way but after a minute or two of having his body pressed up against yours his minds wandered to... Places

🌼 Definitely does stuff like "got ur nose" just as you're drifting off and relaxing.

🌼 Surprisingly serious about your period, perhaps he wouldn't have been once, as a younger lad he'd have teased you or told you off for even telling him about that.

🌼 But he's a man now and he firmly believes real men need to take care of their woman, so he'll make sure you have everything you need. Will pretend to be embarrassed about having to go to the shops to get your period pads or whatever but actually doesn't care at all. He's only teasing you, trying to make you laugh at him by pretending to get really flustered about it.

🌼 His favourite thing to do is pick you up, sling you over his shoulder and then throw you down on the bed to cuddle you.

Bonnie

🍀 The cuddliest sweetheart you can imagine, always finding an excuse to give you a hug, always coming up behind you and making you jump when you're concentrating on something else, he'll wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle into your neck, kiss your shoulder, just rest his chin on your shoulder or have his cheek pressed against yours.

🍀Loves having you sitting in his lap and will always choose a table at the Garrison with not enough seats for everyone so that he has an excuse to pull you into his lap. Really does just like to have a hold on you at all times. Even if you're not talking or interacting in any other way. He just likes to be physically near you.

🍀 Definitely similar to John, play fights, chases around the house/fields always just as an excuse to get his hands on you.

🍀Always pulls you in for a hug when you first see eachother/say hello. Will give you the tightest squeeze and lift you up off your feet.

🍀Loves carrying you, your legs around his waist, you holding onto him nice and tight, dependent on him.

🍀Dreams dreams dreams of the day you've lots of wee kids to cuddle with, the five of you getting huddled up and cosy in mammy and daddys bed for a bedtime story.

🍀When its you and him all cuddled up in bed for the night he likes to either be big spoon or have you asleep on his chest, his hand resting on your back. He often gets worried about the home being broken into or an attack in the middle of the night so he feels most comfortable when you're right there sleeping as close to him as possible. Means he can know you're safe as can be and he can be there to protect you.

🍀Loves naked cuddles, skin on skin, legs tangled, feels so close and warm and intimate and he's so in love with you, so devoted to you that he craves that closeness and only feels complete when he has you in his arms and he can feel your heartbeats sinking up.

🍀Will hold you/spoon you all night!!!! You will wake up wrapped in his arms and if you need to get out of bed for anything in the night sorry but Bonnie will not be letting you go without a fight. Loves to hold your head burried in his chest.

🍀 Probably not phased by your period and if he is he isn't going to show it at all. Doesn't like you being in pain at all and he's very good at giving you back massages and tummy rubs. He also knows that theres another way to help with period pain and he isn't scared of touching you when its your time of the month. (Bonnie and Aberama are the only two peaky men I think would finger you when you're on your period tbh, tommy might but I'm not entirely sure?)

🍀 Modern bonnie sends you a photo of the period aisle at rhe shops because he's confused but determined to get the exact right things for you.

🍀 He's always lowkey dissapointed when you get your period because that means no babies

Isaiah

🐀I think it probably takes him awhile to get particularly cuddly and affectionate. For all I imagine he's a tactile, flirtatious playboy type, I don't think he knows how to just hug it out or have soft sleepy cuddle you know?

🐀You probably initiate most of the cuddles, and he always tries to pull away before you're ready too, so you have to grip him extra tight and put up a fight...

🐀But then he gets a taste for that, feels good how you practically beg him for just a hug... You always ask him "Saiah can I have a hug please?" because unless you tell him you want to be hugged he won't think to do it... But he LOVES hearing you ask for that. "Saiah I wanna hug" when you're tired and whiny. He sometimes denies you just to make you ask again. "Say please love..." "God what am I to you? A fuckin hug dispenser?"

🐀He's always big spoon, because he's a fragile masculinity adolescent... He hasn't grown out of the complex of needing to be the man, so he's always the one cuddling you... He won't ever let anyone think he enjoys all that soft shit...

🐀But when no one is around he's actually very cute and sweet to you. Nose kisses all the time. A secret fan of the penguin kiss (where u rub noses idk?)

🐀I think he learns to be affectionate with you over time and is cuddly but mostly only in private. You have mastered the "hug me" eyes now and if you get them just right and you sit there looking at him like that for long enough he'll say "Right.. You've brought this on yourself y/n" as if you're in serious trouble, then he'll march over and sit himself in your lap squishing and crushing you until you can't breath for laughing. Only then will he give you a proper hug - but the cuddles are worth the torment you have to go through first.

🐀As bad, if not worse than john on the horny cuddler front. Is genuinely so confused about how he's supposed to tangle you up like that, bundled up against his chest so that every part of his body can feel every part of your body pushing against him, and not get turned on... A nice peaceful cuddle can become pretty heated pretty quickly. He'll feign innocence (sometimes he won't and he'll just slip his hand into your underwear and take you buy surprise) all his little caresses and kisses seemingly innocent at first but really, not at all...

🐀When it comes to your period Isaiah pretends he's man enough not to care, he'll screw his face up all "ew no way y/n fuck no..." then crack a grin and make out like he was only teasing you, but secretly he feels really awkward about it and doesn't know what to do. He'll panic at the shop, get annoyed when he buys the wrong thing and you send him back. But he's trying, he wants to be a good boyfriend so over time he'll do his best to learn.

Michael

☘️ Secret cuddler...

☘️ You have to work so hard to get him to trust you but once you secure his trust (once he knows you aren't going to laugh at him or tell his brothers what a sook he is) he will reveal his soft side to you and oh my god is he soft

☘️ He loves cuddling and being cuddled. Bug spoon, little spoon, sitting in an arm chair, picking you up and swirling you round, carrying you to bed for more cuddles, having you lie on his chest, him lying on your chest (secretly his favourite way to cuddle) any cuddling at all, he loves it

☘️ But his favourite is definitely lying with his head to your breast, your hand in his hair maybe giving him head scratches or playing with his hair, your legs closed around his body so that he's completely secure. He could fall asleep here so easily. He loves it. Especially after a hard day at the office or when his cousins are being particularly demanding.

☘️ He loves to cuddle you too, loves being big spoon when you're naked in bed, likes getting to hold you anyway he wants. Your legs tangled together, perhaps one of his hands holding your hands, kissing your shoulder, your neck, between your shoulder blades. He loves waking up in that position after a nap, the two of you nuzzled into one another.

☘️ Isn't awkward about you getting your period as such, he doesnt think its gross but he's very concious of social taboos so if you come right out complaining about period pain or saying that you've accidentally bled on your dress he'll turn such a bright shade of red. You always forget and it always makes you laugh.

☘️ Gets annoyed when you tease him about it

☘️ Is very worried that youre in pain. Worried too that you'll lose too much blood. It takes a lot to explain to him that you're not going to bleed out on your period...

☘️ Tries to dote on you but gets overwhelmed by all the demands and the things you need. Because he's so worried about getting things wrong or upsetting you.

☘️Won't give good tummy rubs or massages because he's too scared he'll hurt you. Will run you a hot bath and wash your hair for you.

[idyllicidols]

Cuckqueen.

Samo.

Notes: First requester who isn't ashamed. @friskyriskywhisky

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Your eyes are barely open. The sun peeking through the blinds has disturbed your slumber but your body longs to lay here in this warmth all day. You shift in the sheets with the full intention of going back to sleep, but a dainty arm is wrapped around your waist, a delicate hand wrapped around your cock, slowly jerking you with care and tender affection.

"Mina?" You call out. But there's no answer, instead light kisses along your neck and your back. She hums at you tenderly as she strokes your member in her soft little hands, then presses her bare chest against your body. Soft and warm - but too soft, the bosom pressed against you too large to be your loving girlfriend. You feel more kisses to the nape of your neck as long brown hair drapes over your skin, brushing your cheek as delicate fingers keep on with their dainty strokes, up and down, squeezing with care. You try to turn around to see who it is, but the voice stops you. That all too familiar voice.

"Just relax sweetheart. I'll take good care of you." The voice of Sana. The same Sana you've lusted after since the first day you saw her. The same Sana who's friends with Mina.

"Sana, what are-" your words get cut short as soft, pouty lips kiss you, delicately holding you, then break away.

"You're so cute in the morning...so defenseless," she giggles at you softly and kisses your cheeks. Your cock throbs in her hand and she gives it a gentle squeeze, tugging along its girth in a careful fashion before pecking your shoulders, those dainty little digits never leaving your twitching manhood for too long. It's the first time you've been touched by another woman besides Mina.

Then you hear it, the door creaking open. It could only be Mina returning after an early morning walk, no doubt to have breakfast and bring you coffee. It's too late, the betrayal already happening - one of her closest friends, laying in her bed, jerking you off, kissing and pecking you in your most defenseless state. Mina walks in as Sana continues her sweet assault of delicate strokes, pressing her little fingers against the underside of your throbbing member, her lips tickling the nape of your neck again without fear. Mina looks at her and you laying in her sheets together with wide eyes yet Sana doesn't stop for an instant.

It's over. There's no saving you now. Sana teases Mina as you lay on your side, her delicate hand jerking away. "Morning Mina," she calls out playfully, not bothering to stop. Your balls tense up at the excitement, the betrayal, of it all. "Your boyfriend woke up a little bit too hard," she giggles away at you while Mina only stands there watching. You can't even bother to struggle away either, your lust-soaked brain too fixated on those nimble little fingers of Sana stroking you away so carefully. Her body feels so soft pressed up against you. You're powerless against her affection. Sana leaves soft delicate kisses along your back, those plump lips only drawing you in deeper. All you can do is groan away.

"Oh you're here already Sana? I'm just got some breakfast." Mina tells her friend without acknowledging your predicament. Sana only giggles away again playfully - she won't let you go. She continues her delicate tugs up and down your length.

What the fuck is going on? You ask yourself in disbelief. This can't really be happening right? Your body, however, throbs away with desire. Mina knowing Sana's here, doing this, and hasn't intervened. Is she really ok with it? You'd wake up if this really wasn't happening right? You hear Sana's girly moans as she strokes you carefully away, tickling your body all the while, kissing and pecking away.

Then she whispers in your ear. "Mina told me..." A long winded pause as her hands gets faster and faster. You buck your hips without wanting to. Mina told her... what? Just what did she tell Sana? Sana moans in your ear all the while. "...That you wanted to fuck my pretty little mouth." Your body trembles in shame at those words. But the way she jerks you with careful affection has your body wracked with desire. That delicate grasp, her tiny little hands coaxing the lust out of you without resistance.

Fuck her pretty little mouth? Oh god you've dreamt so many times of plunging your cock deep between Sana's pouty soft lips, running your length between that thick bottom lip of hers, and then the most unbelievable of confessions. Your beloved girlfriend approving of your naughtiest fantasy, sharing such a sensitive detail about you and Sana without batting an eye. Not only is Sana laying here in bed with you, jerking you off carefully without mercy.Mina is standing only a few steps away without interruption watching Sana pump her little hands around you so carefully with a straight face. Everything is too unreal.

Is that why she stood there without question? Is it all true then? Sana jerks your cock without respite, while humming to herself in that sweet girly tone. Your body shivers at her tender assault of affectionate jerks and delicate kisses. Her hands continue without stop. Her delicate fingers send you reeling, a long feminine gasp leaving those pouty lips of hers as she jerks you faster.

Mina still watches. Her jealousy kink in full effect. Watching her boyfriend be stroked away by another girl laying with you in her Mina's own fucking bed - staring on with hunger. Sana pleasures you without abandon, not out of contempt, but out of wanton hunger. And then Sana moans those devastating words you never thought you would hear in your whole life.

"Mina also said she didn't mind if you finished between my lips. You wanna finish sweetie? You wanna feel this naughty little mouth all over here?" Her soft palms jerks your whole length, giving you an ultimate preview. That all too soft bosom pressing up against your body only drawing you in deep. Mina stares on still. Her jealousy only mounting higher and higher with each stroke. Sana jerking away while your girlfriend watches with her own lewd hunger. This can't really be an awake moment then right?

But then she rolls you over, laid down on your back...

"Oh wow. Look at that Mina! He really is throbbing for it now." And then your eyes catch the sight of your lustful predicament. Sana's gorgeous face parked between your legs, smiling up at you with such a playful expression, pecking away at the tip of your leaking member with her pouty lips. Fuck the mere sight alone has you ready to burst. "Sweetie your poor cock is so cute, but that load is gonna be so messy if you blow it out here. Better pull my cute little mouth all the way over so we catch that in one spot ok?" Sana kisses along your sensitive underside before swirling her tongue around the very tip without warning. And you swear you've never seen Mina so horny.

Mina strips off her clothes, sitting you up and wrapping her legs around your waist. And Sana without missing a beat wraps those pouty soft lips so tightly around you before slowly descending along your length. Your body shakes at such warmth and your girlfriend sits pressed up against you so close you feel those stiff nipples. Over your shoulder, Mina watches every second of Sana pleasuring away at your pulsing erection before your very eyes.

Mina groans into your neck so tenderly, rubbing her dainty fingers along your chest. And the girl between your legs takes you into her tight warm little throat like you've dreamed since the very beginning.

"Do you like your gift? Do you like Sana sucking you like that baby?" Your girlfriend moans to you from behind. Those slender dainty fingers only grip your body all the harder as Sana slurps away, those big brown eyes staring up at you for attention. Your hips buck as Mina moans away close to your ear and Sana pulls all the way back to your tip, swirling her tongue lovingly along you. Then those pouty little lips spread over your pulsing throbbing manhood before going right back down.

Mina grinds away against your body, her dripping wet slit brushing against you fervently as Sana continues that slow and steady throat assault. Sucking away tightly with care. Then without missing a beat, Mina whispers softly into your ear with such lust.

"Grab her hair and fuck her mouth. She's all yours right now baby." You shudder from those devastatingly dirty words of encouragement as Sana only tugs at your hips, moaning away seductively with your cock still lodged in her throat. Mina encourages you on by placing your hand onto Sana's soft silky brown hair.

Without much of a choice, your hands reach over Sana's scalp and then tug at those delicate strands. And then without thinking about it, your hips push into her pouty cute face. Sana makes such a whimpering gurgle, muffled between her cheeks. The sound of another girl's throat all around you as Mina whispers more words of encouragement.

"She's almost there. Go on, fuck Sana's naughty little mouth the way you've always wanted." Mina peppers your nape in so many loving soft pecks all the while. That jealousy so palpable as you buck away with haste at another girl choking down your pulsing length with so much pleasure, your girlfriend urging you on.

This feels so wrong. Such a bizarre and erotic predicament that has your mind spinning in all directions with lust. And you buck away at another girl's throat as Mina only tugs and squeezes the skin of your shoulders desperately tight before moaning close into your ear all the more.

The slurping Sana gives your member, staring up at you so obediently from the onslaught of thrusts you drive deep down into her warm wet little mouth without control, and the sounds of your girlfriends voice coaxing you to fuck away without abandon.

"Cum for me baby..." It's all you need to hear. You shudder hard without any warning, releasing in her mouth all at once. And Sana sucks away, the sweet innocent little smile and those pretty brown eyes peering up at you while her tight little throat takes all your seed with naughty delight. Her mouth full of so much creamy mess you barely know what to do or how to process that you've blown your load inside Sana's throat, with your girlfriend's high pitched lusty voice breathing into your neck.

She swallows it all, sticking out her tongue to show you it's clear. "Now aren't you glad we didn't make a mess?" And Mina strokes your shoulder carefully, wrapping those nimble little legs around your body so tight. "Did that feel good baby?" She hums playfully before kissing your ears lovingly. But Sana climbs up, straddling your lap - sandwiching you between the two most gorgeous girls you've ever met. Over your shoulder, directly in your ear, the sound of spit swapping between the two as Mina tongues her best friend deeply without abandon. The soft warm sensation of Sana rubbing her dripping slit along you so playfully. Your girlfriend moaning between hungry soft licks as Sana strokes your hair and hums so sensually close. Those perky breasts pressing against the skin of your shoulders carefully. The room spinning from it all.

"Can I fuck him Mina?" The voice barely a whisper as she rubs those plump swollen labia up and down along your already hardening erection. Mina strokes Sana's soft hair before kissing those lips of hers again without fear or concern, moaning away so closely in your ear as Sana pleads all the more for Mina's permission. "Please Mina...I need it so badly." You feel Sana's body shivering on top of you already as her sticky warm slit drips so much along your cock with lust. Sana only pushes those thick soft labia against your pulsing skin again as Mina whispers so softly to her bestie.

"But only if he asks." And Mina strokes Sana carefully by your shoulder while grinding those dainty slick folds so greedily along your cock again. Sana smiles wide and cute up at you waiting on your beck and call. They really want you to ask for it. Your girlfriend whispering more lewd desires as Sana soaks you in anticipation. Your eyes dart between Mina staring at you with so much hunger as the friend on your lap strokes along your cock up and down.

"Can Sana fuck me Mina?" The question comes out on it's own. You could never in a million years would say such words in a right state of mind. But you're horny out of your fucking skull watching the way Mina strokes Sana so carefully and playfully. Sana expertly grinds her hips while avoiding any penetration, "Please Mina..."

Mina whispers in Sana's ear so quietly you can't even hear it. But you watch Sana's cute cheeks smile all the more, grinning wide and hungry. You didn't even to know the answer, her hips did an the talking. - lining up your throbbing member perfectly for her slick juicy folds. And in a swift motion, you feel Sana's tight little entrance wrapping around your head. Without warning or restraint. Her warm little cunt spreading around your pulsating skin before she drops herself onto your entire length without concern. And they still continue to kiss, muffling out their moans with such lewd soft slurps right against your ear. Mina jerks her little fingers along Sana's silky strands as her tight dripping slit consumes your shaft without pause. Two sets of legs wrap around and squeeze tight against your body.

Sana bounces, up and down, over and over. It's not aggressive, in fact it's almost tender and slow in a way. The incredible feeling of another girl fucking your length so carefully with those sweet cute little gyrations. Your hands grab her ass, the first time your hands actually touch her bare skin, supporting her as her little cunt slides up and down so effortlessly around you with care.

You swear you see heaven for a brief second. Mina reaches out, tugging and pulling at Sana's perfectly perky nipples while grinding her sensitive folds against your back so wet all the while.

Fuck she's so tight, you feel every inch of Sana's little tight entrance wrapping so lovingly around you as she bounces all the way to the base of your skin, then pulls away at your sensitive tip only to drop herself again. Slow, sensual gyrations sending you spinning off in lust filled thoughts of pure sin and debauchery. She squeezes so hard at your length inside her, like she doesn't want you to go.

You're sandwiched between two soft warm little bodies kissing and rubbing themselves along you so carelessly with desire. Sana's eyes start to flutter away, the gyrations turning into erratic little bounces with lust. She rides you harder and harder on Mina's command it seems. Sana staring so directly into Mina's big black orbs, only pleading with soft girly moans into your girlfriend's thin tender lips. Mina smiles seductively into Sana's affection without worry. You're stuck in a trance hearing them exchange soft seductive kisses. Their eyes never breaking away as they play and tug so affectionately along one another.

A soft buzzing at your butt, Mina softly moaning in your ears. Your girlfriend grinding her hips against your body while her favorite toy teases her dainty pink folds. Mina fucks herself against you so tight, panting away closely in your ear. "It's so hot watching Sana fuck you baby..." her voice a lewd seductive coo. Her soft black tresses brushing along the nape of your neck, whispering to you in all her jealous pleasure of watching another girl bouncing away.

Those pouty soft gyrations pushing so much sticky sweet slick all along you. Sana only clenching all the more tighter with desperation. The sweet scent of lust and sex fill the room. Mina grinding away so tight and wet all along your back while your body gets devoured and used by her closest and most cherished of friends.

This is a dream isn't it? You keep saying to yourself. None of this can be happening so early in the day like this. So many twisted forbidden thoughts as Sana fucks herself on your lap and Mina grinds her sweet slick slit all over you from behind. It truly is a dream come true, two world class idols using and grinding all over your body like toys without mercy. Two dainty cute little bodies sandwiching you. Kissing all the way along the skin of your neck and back. Teasing you in ways your mind and body could never even think of.

"Are you gonna cum Sana? All over my boyfriend's cock?" Mina's words only encouraging the friend on top of you more with lust. Her tits press against your chest while she twerks her hips up and down. Faster and faster, until she finally stops. Screaming out on the top of her lungs into Mina's lips with light dribbles of juices coating along your aching length. Sana looks so embarrassed and coy at the same time. Almost like she has an expression of concern, perhaps at having done the most humiliating thing without remorse. Your girlfriend kissing away her worries with so many affectionate little pecks and tender loving strokes at her face. Sana still does not release your member, rubbing her tight little entrance so seductively up and down all the way along you without respite.

"Let's cum together..." Mina whispers in your ear, grinding her hips against you while Sana continues to ride. Her favorite toy pressing all along the small of your back now. Stiff and strong, the powerful buzz sending a soft vibration all the way throughout your bones. Sana bites her bottom lip, throwing her arms around your neck, gazing directly into your soul while her sweet tight entrance squeezes the life out of you.

Mina's the first to break, biting into your shoulder sharply. That sharp pain of her bite - the harsh bounce of Sana Minatozaki - it's all too fucking much. You throb deep inside Sana's most sensitive place. Her eyes snap shut, throwing her dainty fingers into Mina's long raven strands of hair before squeezing the very life out of you all while the three of you lose yourselves to the depths of debauched passion and lewd sin.

A damned explosion into Sana's soaking cunt, your girlfriend groaning into your back in utter lust, and Sana quivering her body against yours with such desire. A series of heavenly spasms you feel in her depths and that familiar tinge of utter elation. Sana milks you dry, staring at you with a combination of absolute innocence and sweet carnal desire. Mina finally releasing her teeth from your shoulder, letting out the cutest soft gasp as her warm sticky snatch shudders and rubs all along you all the more.

"It's so creamy..." Sana giggles, using her cute catch phrase to describe the load you've released inside. A delirious orgasm shared among three. After all is said and done and the heavy panting simmers back down. The realization of it all dawns on you. A fantasy you would have never thought to be real becoming a reality before your own eyes. Mina hugs your body close to hers as Sana relaxes into you sweetly as well. They both are breathing softly against you, neither letting go, as if in agreement of a decision made silently and mutually.

A heavenly sandwich, two Japanese beauties laying on your skin. Two sweet seductive bodies both naked and grinding against you so affectionately while the morning rays peek through the window blinds, ready for the new day.

It takes awhile for your hearts to settle, but they do. Falling back on the bed with two angels on either side of you, exhausted, completely and utterly exhausted. This could go down as the single best way to start a day. And yet the high you feel is nearly unnatural. Sana curls into your side, staring at you with a sort of innocence while Mina clutches your hand tightly in hers.

It's over. For now. Mina fulfilling your most wild of fantasies and then some. One last kiss pressed to your cheek, her fingers intertwined with yours, and Mina relaxes into your chest. Sana following suit with an embrace, her palm reaching across your abdomen for Mina, taking her fingers into hers as the three of you lay there resting together with serenity.

What a way to start the morning.

[aemonds-sapphire]

Dragons

Summary: Aemond had once doubted his ability to be a good parent, but, as far as you and your daughter are concerned, he excels at it.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Pure fluff. Dad Aemond. Cavity inducing fluff

Word count: 800

The moment you opened the door to your bedchamber, something firm collided against your legs.

Or rather… someone.

You looked down to gaze at your daughter clinging onto you, silver hair all messy and left eye covered.

The black eyepatch resembling the one who belonged to…

“Aemond?”

But your daughter had an unlimited supply of vivacity within her, and had her arms so tightly wrapped around you, you simply couldn’t move.

“Look, muña! I’m just like keppa,” she grinned widely, making use of High Valyrian just as her father intended. “I look ferocious now!”

A genuine chuckle escaped your lips as she started marching in circles on the floor, conjuring a deep frown and and brushing her long hair off her shoulders.

Your heart was bursting at the seems with adoration. He had been the one to give her that. He had once worried he would not be a suitable father, but the happy little girl running in front of you was the living proof that he had overcome his fears.

“Keppa, keppa!” She cheered once Aemond walked in from the other room.

He lowered himself to pick her up into his arms, and she promptly wrapped her tiny arms around his neck, squishing her face against his.

“Please do not say a word,” he said in defeat, but only to get a reaction from her.

You had to clasp one hand to your mouth to muffle a laugh.

His silky long silver hair had strands twisted in all sorts of odd angles from the velvety laces that ranged from a rose pink to a deep red.

“Iksā gevia,” she said, planting a sloppy kiss on his scar.

“Gevie,” he corrected, welcoming her affection. “And you are the one who’s beautiful.”

She pecked his eyepatch, playing with his hair and tying tiny bows into it. “Now I’m beautiful like you,” she beamed, pointing at her covered eye.

You slowly approached them, and placed your head on his shoulder, realising just how fortunate you were to be blessed with a husband who was an exceptional parent.

“The eyepatch?” you inquired, raising an eyebrow.

He looked adoringly at the child sitting on his arm. “She asked me to get her one.”

Aemond had onced expressed how hesitant he was to show her his sapphire eye, fearing she might be scared of him.

But shouldn’t have feared her reaction. She did gaze at him with eyes wide open, and then said her father’s eye reminded her of the deep blue ocean she had seen from Vhagar’s back one day.

Their bond was so strong one could only wonder how such unconditional love was possible.

The first word your daughter had said was keppa. The moment she was old enough to walk, she would stride around the Red Keep behind Aemond. The first time she stubbed her foot on a table, he had Vhagar burn it to the ground (much to Queen Alicent’s horror as it was a very old and esteemed piece of furniture).

Aemond turned his face to you, placing the softest kiss on your lips.

“Please aid me, my lady,” he feigned suffering , drawing out the most adorable chuckles from your daughter. “This baby dragon is attacking my hair.”

She bared her tiny teeth as fangs and growled. “I am dangerous!”

The love he had for her knew no boundaries. She came first. He’d give her the moon should she ask for it.

Yet, she had celebrated her 7th name day not long ago, and her only wish was to always have her father by her side.

She was far too young to know such thing was impossible and to learn of the heartache of losing someone you loved, but you didn’t tell her. Nor did Aemond.

For now, you’d simply cherish your family, and falling deeper in love with them.

[stilessflannel]

it started as little touches on your inner thigh, but you just pass it off as stiles being clingy; the brunette normally always having an arm around your shoulders or fingers intertwined with your own.

you do get a bit suspicious when his hands travel higher and higher, finally stopping him when his fingers brush against the cotton of your panties, dangerously close to your core.

"stiles!" you hiss, causing a cocky grin to form on your boyfriends face. "scott and malia are literally right there, along with half of our year group!" you say, gesturing your head to your friends that are looking through a bookshelf no less than 10 steps away.

"they're not watching. as for those two, they're looking for a book that they don’t even know the title of; they'll be ages..." his sentence trailed off as he added pressure to your clit with the pad of his forefinger, causing a whimper to spill from your lips.

stiles drew teasing lines up and down your covered slit, soft whines escaping your mouth. you keep your head down to hide your facial expressions, pathetically contorting with pleasure considering he was barely touching you, occasionally glancing back at your friends to make sure you knew where they were.

just as you got used to the feeling of his finger swiping up and down your (now damp) panties, he hooked a finger into the edge of the fabric, pulling the lace to the side. you hold back a gasp and stare directly at stiles for the first time since he started, and bite your lip when he gives you an unfaltering gaze back, adding slightly more pressure that makes you exhale a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

the thud of a pile of heavy books being dropped onto the table shakes you and stiles out of your trance, causing him to retract his hand, much to your relief - you were scared the blush that would’ve definitely heated your cheeks if he didn’t stop would be the topic of conversation.

"i mean, can you believe it mali!" scott fumed, "i need one specific book and of course, it's already been loaned out. now i have some half-assed version written by a guy i’ve never heard of" scott rambles on as malia calmly sets down her books on the table and sits next to him, seemingly content. “i’m sure you’ll find what you’re looking for in here” she says, passing him a book of her own.

you roll my eyes at your friend’s antics and go back to studying your textbook, writing notes on a sheet - but the peace only lasted ten seconds.

"stiles," you whisper again, your lips near his ear this time so only he could hear- he had slipped his hand in the middle of you thighs and seemed determined to finish what he started. he kept his head down, seemingly focusing on his book, but beneath the table his long, agile fingers were gathering your slick from your weeping entrance and rubbing it around your aching nub, the action making you bite your lip to stifle back a sound that you would rather not let out in a school library.

you look back up at your book so you don’t alert your friends sitting across from you that something might be unusual, standing it up so you could read the pages better in the library's dim lighting, but dropped the leather-bound book with a bang as you feel two fingers that were teasing you before dip into your cunt. you quickly pick it back up, hiding behind the pages as the gaze of ten pairs of eyes slowly diverted. you hiss quietly as stiles' thumb started drawing figure-eights on your clit, two fingers pushing deeper into your hole until they were sheathed up to the third digit.

your head turns to look at him, trying to catch his gaze. when his amber eyes finally locked with yours, you give him a pained look that was asking what hell was he thinking. the arrogant brunette tilts his head in mock confusion, "what is it love? are you alright?" he asks, struggling to keep the grin off his face.

"why are you doing this?" you quickly ask, not wanting to speak longer than needed in case a pent-up moan accidentally escapes your mouth,. "we’re lucky the- mmm… others haven't noticed."

"i don't know what you're talking about, angel. the others are studying, as you should too" stiles gave a sugar-coated smile, sweet enough to give him toothache, before returning to his work. you glare at him, but open your book again, knowing arguing with him would get you nowhere, silently letting his fingers continue their ministrations.

before long, the familiar feeling of an approaching orgasm washed over you. ever since he started, stiles had not faltered once, the steady pace hurtling you closer to my release. he could feel you clenching around his slender fingers, and grinned at the feeling. they picked up their pace of thrusting inside me, rubbing my clit with that much extra pressure. you mewl into your palm, glancing towards the chestnut-haired boy still immersed in his books.

you could feel the bliss of release on the horizon, vision going slightly fuzzy on the edges and skimming across the brink of euphoria - but before you could get there, you suddenly feel empty. you look around, startled and confused, mind hazy, and you see him acting as if nothing had just happened- stiles was calmly packing up his books, but when he stood up you spotted the tiny smear of slick of his pants where he had wiped off his fingers.

"i got all my notes, i’ll see you guys next chemistry period. tell the others to hurry up with their notes for me angel." stiles says, nodding his head at scott and malia, and you were shocked to see how oblivious they were to what just happened. your boyfriend kisses you on the cheek, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear with a smirk, before walking out of the library. you look over to your friends, who were looking up from what they were doing to watch stiles leave, but quickly went back to their work.

you sigh and place your head on the table, still processing what just happened and how stiles had left you there on the brink.

that little shit...

repost off my old Ao3 account as a fic intended for remus lupin

[heauxvibez]

Under

warning: smut (18+)

You be making waves, my ship's here to stay I got what it takes to swim up in it all day I want you to shake it, later tell me it was great When I go under, under

"Roman, stoooppp," Destinee cautioned, her voice tinged with a hint of amusement as she leaned back and swatted his hand away, allowing the soft folds of the bed sheets to envelop her.

On their precious day off, they lay in the comfort of their bed, savoring every moment of relaxation. She reclined, bare above the waist, adorned only in a pair of Pink briefs. He lounged beside her, solely in Nike briefs, the epitome of comfort.

As they nestled together, she nestled against him, her back finding solace in the warmth of his chest, his arms enveloping her in a protective embrace. His hand, tender and loving, found its place between her thighs.

Roman allowed her warning to fall upon deaf ears. He traced delicate patterns on her thigh with his fingertips, each stroke a gentle caress against her skin.

"Please, baby," he begged his voice a soft melody that danced through the air, pleading for her to give in.

Destinee couldn't help but chuckle at his persistence, her laughter mingling with the soft rustle of the sheets as she shook her head playfully. With a gentle push, she resisted his touch her hand pushing his away.

"No, Roman. I'm not about to let you charm your way into eating me up like a Thanksgiving dinner."

Though her words held firm, there was a twinkle in her eyes that betrayed them. Despite her defiance, there was a mutual understanding between them, they had established a safe word. Roman understood that if she ever needed him to stop, she would speak that word without hesitation.

"Come ooonn," he protested with a whine, tilting his head back as his unruly curls escaped their confines of the ponytail.

"Why not?" he murmured with a little sigh, his lower lip sticking out slightly as he lifted his head to lean it on her shoulder. His silky hair fell over her neck and face like a cozy blanket. She pretended to spit out his hair as some strands landed on her lip, making them both chuckle.

"Well, you see," she admitted, her voice slightly muffled as she pulled the sheet up around her, seeking refuge from his teasing touch, "I've never tried it before."

Destinee had been through many relationships, but none had made her feel truly comfortable enough to explore intimacy deeply. Then came Roman, a source of comfort and safety in her journey. With him, she felt free to discover her sexuality step by step, at her own pace. Roman's patience and support allowed her to slowly uncover new aspects of herself, creating a strong foundation of trust and security. As their bond grew, Destinee began to crave a bit of vulnerability from Roman, the deeper their connection, the further she allowed him to explore her.

He wrapped his arm firmly around her waist, drawing her body closer to his. Her back pressed even more tightly against his chest, and she could feel his breath on her neck. He had a plan, a tried-and-true method that always worked when he wanted something from her.

With a low, husky voice, he whispered in her ear, "Well then, let me be your first, baby girl."

Destinee shuddered at the touch of his hand. He slowly slid it down the length of her bare torso, using light, gentle touches to ease her mind. His fingers traced delicate patterns on her skin, making her breath hitch.

"I just want to please you, can I do that?" he murmured softly. As he spoke, he pressed his lips gently against the nape of her neck, leaving soft kisses that made her skin tingle. His warm breath brushed against her, sending toe-curling shivers down her spine. Meanwhile, his hand moved to the waistband of her boy shorts, fingers lightly tracing the edge of the fabric in a teasing manner, making her heart race.

She began to feel butterflies in her stomach, fluttering wildly. The things this man did to her were unexplainable. If she wasn't so breathless and speechless from his gentle touches, she'd be begging him to touch her more.

Roman almost had her right where he wanted her—almost. He knew he had to keep going until she was completely weak, melting in his hands. Hopefully, that wouldn't be too hard for him.

Destinee prayed to God, asking for strength as Roman slid his hand into her underwear. She quickly snapped her thighs tightly together before he could reach her most sensitive spot. Mentally, she patted herself on the back for managing to gain some self-control.

"I told you, I'm not playin' with you, Roman," she groaned, her voice shaky but determined.

She thought she had complete control. But then she felt his tongue gently stroke the outer shell of her ear, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She began to crumble as she realized just how powerful his touch could be.

"Come on, baby, open those pretty legs of yours for daddy," he whispered, his voice smooth. His calloused hands gently massaged her thighs, kneading the soft skin with a tender and firm touch. He traced slow, soothing circles, trying to coax her into relaxing and giving in to his touch.

"Please..." he begged, his voice vulnerable. She'd began to weaken, and her thighs, no longer pressed tightly together, parted slightly. This gave him the chance to sneak his hand in, his fingers gently exploring her sweet spot.

"Mmm..", he moaned softly as he slipped his fingers into her wetness. The warmth of her walls engulfed him, and he felt himself melting the deeper his fingers went. He planted soft, open-mouthed kisses on her neck, his lips trailing along her skin. Pretty moans escaped her lips as she pulsated around his fingers, each movement sending waves of pleasure through both of them.

His warm breath on her neck, combined with his slow, deliberate movements, made her whimper softly. Each shaky exhale of his sent her into a spiral.

But what really drove her mad was when he pulled his fingers out of her. She listened, mesmerized, as he brought them to his mouth. He sucked and slurped on them for a good minute, making sure she heard him enjoy every lick and taste of her juices. The sounds made her heart race and her pussy pulsate. Then, without hesitation, he slid his fingers back into her underwear, the sensation even more intense than before.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he expressed in a breathy moan. The words sent a wave of heat through her, and she couldn't hold back the few sobs that escaped her lips.

As his fingers continued to stroke her insides, his palm occasionally brushed against her clit. Roman, focused on pumping his fingers in and out, not realizing the extra stimulation he was giving her. But Destinee felt every touch, and it drove her wild. She started panting, her breaths coming faster and faster. Grabbing hold of his wrist, she begged him, her voice desperate and pleading, "Please, let me cum.".

"I'm not letting you cum unless it's on my tongue," he spoke sternly before allowing his groans to caress her ears.

"Roman... please..." she begged, her voice trembling with need. She tried to guide his fingers, but he held them still, refusing to budge.

"You gonna let me taste it?" he asked, his tone both demanding and eager, his eyes locked down on her, awaiting her response.

Destinee's exhale was deep, she squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself to be devoured by him.

"Yes..." Her voice was a whispered affirmation.

As he descended, he trailed kisses along her shoulders and down her body, relishing in her small moans and gasps. His own moans mingled with hers in a small symphony. His hair followed above him, the locs also leaving a blazing trail as he made his way down.

With a self-satisfied smirk, Roman dove beneath the covers, his actions swift and determined.

The fabric of her boy shorts strained as he all but tore them off. Her thick thighs were gently but firmly parted.

Positioning her thighs on his shoulders, he held them with a confident grip, readying himself to drown in her juices. He steeled himself, he knew she would attempt to run.

He licked his lips, eyes fixated on her folds, as he blew his minty breath across her slit. With each puff, her clit seemed to harden under the faint touch.

Destinee pulled back the sheets, eager to watch him.

Their eyes locked, his dark gaze meeting hers, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

He stuck his tongue out, taking a large, long lap at her slit, watching as Destinee bit on her bottom lip.

He did that a few times, swirling his tongue around her clit.

Her body froze as he wrapped his lips around her bundle of nerves. It was a new sensation, and her mind raced, torn between wanting to pull him closer by his hair or push him away.

"Jesus... what are you doing to me?" she muttered, her voice trembling as she tried to wrap her mind around what her body was feeling. She squeezed her legs tightly around his neck.

Her juices were dripping everywhere, and he eagerly lapped up her nectar. With each kiss, he slipped his long, thick tongue deep inside her. It felt almost like he was reaching into her chest.

"Driving you insane, clearly..." he chuckled, licking his glossy lips, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

He gently nibbled on her thighs, giving them soft kisses afterward to soothe them. Then, he went back to exploring her wetness eagerly. He really enjoyed it. He felt like he could spend forever between her legs, just listening to all the sounds she made - the moans, the squeals, the screams. He was completely hooked on her and couldn't get enough.

"Don't stop, daddy..", she moaned, thrusting against his tongue.

"I don't plan on it, baby."

Roman gently moved his hands upward along her body, his fingers providing support to her lower back. His thumbs gently stroked her waist, while his tongue moved quickly against her, savoring her sweetness.

He sensed her inner muscles tighten around his tongue, releasing all their sensations into his mouth. Her body tensed as she reached climax. It felt incredibly powerful, especially since they were new to this experience; everything seemed so unfamiliar yet exciting.

She couldn't help but let out squeals as he kept going. Even after she climaxed, he didn't pause, his lips staying firmly on her clit. She felt so sensitive that she feared she might faint if he didn't stop soon

She gently pushed him away, shaking her head.

"Enough... please, stop, Ro."

With one final lick, he kissed his way back up her body.

"How was it?" he murmured, nuzzling back into the warmth of her neck.

Her fingers wove through the soft tangle of his curls, a contented smile playing on her lips. "It was amazing," she replied.

He chuckled softly, the sound reverberating against her skin. "I can tell," he teased, his words causing a delicate blush to bloom on her cheeks.

Rolling her eyes playfully, she gently pushed him away, reaching for the comfort of the blankets as she settled onto her side.

" I'm going to sleep," she mumbled, her voice carrying a hint of playful defiance.

But he wasn't ready to let her go just yet. With a tender touch, he drew her close, mirroring the intimate embrace they had shared earlier.

Planting soft, lingering kisses along the curve of her shoulder, he whispered against her skin, "I love you."

A smirk danced on her lips as she responded, "I know," before surrendering to the embrace of sleep.

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[toms-cherry-trees]

"Lessons" || Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: When your husband's attempts at tutoring you fail, he is forced to seek less orthodox ways

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Innuendo, teasing, edging and denial, thigh riding, overstimulation, ass slapping, titty slapping, titty succin, fingering, p in v sex, degradation, breeding kink if you squint, bad teaching techniques

Author’s note: No excuses here. Credits to Sarah @aemondsbabe for the HORN and massive thanks to Miranda @solisarium for the beta read! Requested tag: @marthawrites

Header by the beautiful lovely @ewanmitchellcrumbs

Your desperate whimpers and heavy gasps disrupt the silence of the chamber, mixed with the crackling of the logs in the hearth and the rhythmic drumming of your husband’s fingers against the armrest of his seat. He looks so smug and relaxed, leaning back on the chair, his feet well planted on the floor; a heavy, leather bound tome rests on the table beside him, open in the same page it has been for over a fortnight now.

His index taps three times on the book, pointing at a fairly simple written word, but in your brain it reads like the most complex of riddles. Endless hours your husband has devoted to educate you in the beauty and magic of the Valyrian tongue. There would be no greater pride for him than to have his perfect little wife speak the words of his forefathers, to hear the ancient language roll effortlessly out of her beautiful mouth and whisper before others words only for her to comprehend. Yet you quickly proved to be as thick as you are beautiful, and no effort nor technique could get you past the most basics of vocables. This forced him to seek new methods of instruction, which he implemented with utmost enthusiasm and methodic dedication.

You currently are the perfect image of depravity. Your smallclothes lay in a careless heap at his feet, hair free of the intricate style and flowing freely, flyaway strands sticking to your damp forehead and temple. Your robe hangs loosely from your shoulders, giving you a weak resemblance of modesty. The skirt of the nightgown is rucked above your hips, allowing Aemond a prime view as you drag your soaked folds along his clothed thigh, desperately seeking a climax he knows all too well you cannot achieve like that. He knows your thighs tire too soon, he knows you can’t ever get the angle right. But this is the only touch you are allowed until you learn your lessons.

His questions don’t make it to your ears, unable to hear anything above your own broken moans. The first days you tried to comply and learn, to give in your best to please him in that way. But your best efforts melted into naught when he teased you night after night, trailing touches along your skin that ignited fire in your lower belly, only to cruelly deny you while he sought his release in the warmth of your mouth instead of where you needed him the most. 

The motion of your hips stutters as your thighs begin to burn from exertion. Your fingers dig on the flesh of his arms for support, legs shifting just enough to seek a new angle, to find the right pressure you need. But you cannot fool yourself; you need his help.

“Please. Husband, I need you.” Your words are pleading, desire and desperation lacing your tone; your eyes wide and innocent, batting your eyelashes. But your helplessness only amuses Aemond, the corner of his mouth raised on a half smirk. Warm and calloused hands slip the robe off your shoulders and the nightgown away from your frame, leaving you bare before his heated gaze.

“Say it like I taught you, ābrazȳrītsos, and I may consider giving you a little reward.” His thumb brushes across the peaks of your breasts, nipples stiffening immediately at the gentle stimulation. Your nerves are frayed and every gesture pushes you closer to the edge. He rolls the hardened buds between index and thumb, drawing another mewl from your sweet lips, back arching to offer more of your bosom to his touch. Your core throbs in sync with your heart, arousal coating your inner thighs and having left a damp patch in the fabric of his breeches. You rack your brain to find the words he wishes to hear, but it seems your head has been emptied of all thought and logic, leaving only raw and primal desire, an almost animalistic instinct to sate your hunger.

Aemond is quick to pick up the almost dazed look in your eyes, chuckling in delight at your inability to form a coherent thought, all because of him. He brushes his thumb alongside the plushness of your bottom lip, pushing inside your mouth just enough for you to wrap your lips around it and suck dutifully, swirling your tongue around like you had his manhood in you.

“My pretty little wife, so needy for her husband's cock she can't even answer one simple question. Humping and sucking like a wanton whore.”

You whimper around his digit, his words fanning the fire between your legs into a raging inferno. He withdraws his thumb from your mouth, slowly sliding it down your body, leaving behind a shining trail of your saliva. His hand halts just above your mound, darkened eye watching in satisfaction the slight and involuntary buck of your hips, seeking his touch anywhere you can get it. A light swat to your thigh makes you yelp, but the sting is easily forgotten as Aemond’s lips trace the line of your collarbone, settling on the juncture between shoulder and neck and gently sucking at the skin.

With unsurprising ease, Aemond shifts your body until your knees rest on both sides of his legs, your drenched cunt hovering above the tight bulge straining his breeches, almost feeling the heat radiating from it. You swallow thickly, whining loudly as he undoes the lacings and frees his thick cock from the confines of the garments. Fingers wrapped around his girth, he teases the head through your slick folds a few times. Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth, entire body tense and trembling with the effort to not grind against him. You know better than to test your luck when he is being so generous. 

“Ñuhus litses ābrazȳrītsos, so wanton and needy for aōhe valzȳrys. Can’t get that beautiful head of yours to work until I fix that problem between your delicious thighs.”

His free hand sneaks between your legs, tracing agonisingly slow circles around your throbbing pearl, making you shudder. You see how much your easily triggered reactions entertain him, the fair lilac of his eye darkened to a purple hue. You are desperate for him, but he is equally delirious for you, that much you can tell when he brings his fingers to his mouth to taste your arousal, his cock twitching in response. You can only hope his need is enough to give in to you.

Two fingers shallowly breach your entrance up to the first knuckle, his thumb pressing down firmly on your pearl while he gauges your reaction. Your eyes squeeze shut and your head falls back, nails digging in your palms, lips parting to elicit a breathy moan. Another question comes to you, but the words never register, and incoherent babbling is all you can gather as a reply. The sharp smack delivered against the supple flesh of your arse snaps you back to your senses, feeling the light sting spread across your skin.

“Eyes on me, kēlītsos. Until I get what I want from those pretty lips of yours, you do as I say. You don’t get to escape me.”

He pelts you with question after question you cannot answer, each failure punished with sharp slaps on your ass, breasts and thighs; some gentle like a caress, others strong enough to make you hiss through your teeth. In between smacks he continues the sweet torture, his touch on you so tender and featherlight it feels like it is just in your imagination. Every time he senses you getting too worked up, he pinches your clit tightly, pulling sharp cries from you intertwined with pleas for mercy.

“Please, husband, please. I can’t hold it anymore. Please,,” You sob, your fingers digging into his shoulders to emphasise your words, and you make a tentative roll of your hips against his hand, hoping he will take pity on your pathetic current state.

He clicks his tongue, the back of his hand dabbing at some tears you hadn’t noticed pooling at the corners of your eyes. Large hands cup your cheeks, thumbs caressing your cheekbones; you lean into his touch instinctively, eyes fluttering close as you take slow breaths to try and regain some control over yourself.

“Dumb little lady you are. So beautiful and so silly. Your head is filled with nothing but flowers and filth.” The slight degradation should sting and wound your pride, but all it does is send a fresh wave of arousal straight to your cunt. “Can’t write Valyrian, can’t read it, not even say the simplest of words without getting all tongue tied. All you are good for is to take Valyrian seed deep in your womb and help spread my bloodline. You would like that, ilībītsos, having my seed take root inside you and grow round and heavy with my children, your breasts full of milk for my heirs. All you know how to do, no?”

You can’t help it, you nod eagerly at his words, hoping this means he will finally relent and allow you release. And it seems all your prayers will be answered when you feel him line the tip of his cock with your awaiting entrance, meeting no resistance as he sinks into you, stopping halfway and delivering yet another smack upon your arse to spur you on like a stubborn mare.

“Ride me.”

You swallow at the command. Your legs are aching still and your energies are weaning, but the promise of putting an end to this most delicious misery is enough to fuel you. You do nothing to stifle your moans as you rock your hips, feeling in you will not last. The hot coil tightens in your belly at a dizzying speed, so taut you feel ready to snap. Wet sounds fill the chamber and your walls flutter around him, breaths coming in short pants. It is so close you can taste it, the one thing you have been so cruelly denied and so ravenously crave. His hand caresses the length of your spine, from the curve of your ass up to between your shoulders. He cradles the back of your neck and pushes your head forward so your forehead rests on his shoulder and his lips are against your ear.

“Stop.”

Aemond’s voice cuts through you like a sword, eyes shooting open and a broken sob coming from your lips. Every nerve urges you to ignore his command and chase your climax, but you don’t. You do as you’re told, letting your body rest in his lap. He questions you again, but you don’t even try to find an answer. You only shake your head, tears beading in your eyelashes while you press tender kisses on the skin of his collarbone. He waits until he feels your body relax, your grip on him loosening.

“Continue.” 

Again you try your best, ignoring the cramps of your muscles and the dull pain of your knees against the chair. And once more, Aemond commands you to stop every time he feels you clenching around him. Each time it is harder to stop, but you do it nevertheless. Not once he tries to restrain you himself, because he knows his good girl does as she is told. Even as the tears run freely down your cheeks and pitiful sobs are the only sound you are capable of. 

“Please.” The quiet, barely audible plea is muffled against his neck, your face burrowed there as exhaustion threatens to overcome you. Your body feels tense like a bowstring, waiting for the smallest of gestures to let go. Your cunt throbs around him, his length and your thighs coated in warm slick. You remain denied yet your pearl is so overworked it feels almost painful to the touch. All ruined for him, without having been allowed a single peak.

“Daor.” He purrs against your neck, nibbling at the skin as he takes hold of your hips, thrusting into you tantalisingly slowly, burying himself to the hilt in your warm heat and withdrawing until only the head remains, making you feel every inch of him. He steadily picks up the pace, alternating between long strokes and shallow thrust, fast and then slow again. He roams your body, kneading your thighs and squeezing your ass, fingertips tracing the dip of your waist and the curve of the hips. His lips capture a nipple, rolling it between his teeth and sucking with gentle pressure, lapping at the pebbled nub.

You are absolutely overwhelmed, losing control of your bearings as the pleasure comes and goes in powerful waves, barely letting you catch breath before threatening to drown you again, never taking you to one extreme or the other. For moments you want it to stop, but you are sure to die if it does. You no longer remember what brought you to this moment. But amidst the fog clouding your mind you manage to scramble out a single word.

“Kostilus.”

His movements come to a halt, and you can practically feel the wicked smirk against the flesh of your breast. He takes his time to leave a trail of open mouthed kisses round your breast and up your chest, trailing the line of your collarbone to your neck, finally settling on your ear. Aemond gives the earlobe a quick nip, while one hand slowly snakes between your conjoined bodies to circle your pearl once more.

“Sȳz riña.”

Your body slackens against him as he picks up speed, already teetering on the edge. It takes no more than a couple powerful thrusts for you to peak, sinking your teeth into his flesh as you scream your release into him, whole body spasming as the waves of blinding pleasure wash over you, filling your veins with a fuzzy feeling you cannot explain, but is as if your soul has elevated to the heavens and left your body behind. It seems you black out for a moment, for when you regain your surroundings once more Aemond has you cradled against his chest, your robe thrown over you to keep you warm. He caresses your back, the soothing motion lulling you back to sleep. Through the grogginess you hear him whisper in your ear

“This is but the first lesson.”

~

ābrazȳrītsos - little wife

Ñuhus litses ābrazȳrītsos - my pretty little wife

aōhe valzȳrys - your husband

kēlītsos - little kitten

ilibitsos - little slut

daor - no

kostilus - please

Syz riña - good girl

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The Spaghetti Squash (The Surprise, Part 12)

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: pregnancy times, established relationship, literally so much fluff, just fluff on fluff on fluff, some explicit language (please let me know if I've missed anything!) Word count: 1.4k

Summary: As your pregnancy progresses, Emily starts to feel disconnected from the experience, sad that she can't feel what you're feeling. She tries to control what she can, but you help her see that letting go isn't the worst thing in the world.

Week 22: The Spaghetti Squash

“What about that one, Em? It’s pretty.”

You pointed to Emily’s laptop screen, at a nice, oval crib, made of natural wood. Very modern looking. 

“Honey, I don’t care if it’s pretty. I care that it’s safe.”

“Well, I care if it's pretty. Click on it and see!” you badgered her, yawning.

You leaned heavily on Emily’s shoulder, trying hard to keep your eyes open. You’d been scrolling through baby site after baby site for nearly two hours now, checking things off Emily’s ridiculously extensive shopping list. Normally, you’d be interested. The problem was that Emily had to do a solid half hour of research into each and every item.

“Bossy…” Emily mumbled, lifting up her arm so you could snuggle into her chest. She scrolled through the page, looking at all of the crib’s features.

“Look!” You pointed at the screen. “It converts to a toddler bed and a kid bed. So it can grow up with her.”

“And it’s GreenGuard Gold Certified!”

“Wow.” Your voice dripped with sarcasm. “Adorable.”

“Hey,” she protested, pinching the skin under your arm. You squirmed and giggled. “I’m keeping him safe. You can keep him cute.”

You yawned again, shutting your eyes for a moment and sinking into her.

“Y/N,” Emily cooed, cupping your cheek and rubbing her thumb against it. “Stay awake, baby. You promised we’d get through five things tonight.”

You groaned, noncommittal.

“Y/N,” she prompted again, this time patting your face lightly.

“I didn’t know it was gonna take literal hours…” you grumbled.

“Here,” she said, lifting you up a bit and kissing your cheek. “You can pick what we look for next. Something fun.”

You squinted at her.

Her eyes were huge, and she had that hopeful, pleading half-smile that she knew would get you to do anything. As a final blow, she bit the corner of her lip. Fuck. She was just too irresistible, it wasn’t fair.

“Ugh. Fine.” You stretched and sat up as Emily placed the laptop in your hands.

“What do you want to look for?” she asked, looping her arm around yours and rubbing her thumb against your bare skin. She placed a quick kiss on your shoulder and nuzzled into your neck.

“Crib sheets?” you suggested, perking up. “I found a brand I really like.”

“Are they–”

“Green, gold, whatever-the-fuck certified?”

She blushed a bit. “Yes,” she said softly.

At this rate, you'd spend another hour and a half with Emily deep-diving on crib sheets.

“Emily,” you sighed, turning to look at her. “You are the love of my life and the mother of my child and I love you more than breathing. But for fuck’s sake, you’ve gotta cool it a little bit.”

Her eyes turned a little sad, a little embarrassed.

You continued, a bit softer now. “I know it’s just because you love her and you want to keep her safe. And I know it’s hard for you right now because I’m the one who’s carrying and I can feel her moving and this is the only thing you can control. But, baby, I promise you that a couple of 100% organic cotton crib sheets that might not have that super special certification aren’t gonna kill her.”

Emily was quiet. You turned to hold her face in your hands, tracing her angles, all her lines–you knew them better than you knew your own body. She smiled a little as you brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her forehead.

“Maybe you should be a profiler,” she chuckled, leaning into you and looking at the website you’d pulled up. “Goddamn.”

“Sorry,” you said, drawing her to your chest and tucking her head under your chin. “That was a little harsh.”

“No, you’re right.” Emily exhaled deeply and nodded. “Alright, let’s see these sheets.”

Your stomach did a little flip, excited to share one of your finds with Emily. So far, she’d picked most of the things, and you’d let her, knowing that the lack of control was hard for her.

“Okay.” You scrolled and clicked on a crib sheet, crisp white and covered with tiny dinosaurs. “I mean, look! It’s got little brontosauruses!”

In a rare show of letting go, Emily squeezed your arm and said, “Add it to the cart.”

“Really!?” you squealed.

“Yeah, of course, honey. It's cute.”

You kept scrolling, but Emily stopped your wrist. “Oh, baby, look at that one! It’s got bananas!”

“Adding it,” you decided with a dramatic click.

After a few more minutes of looking through crib sheets, you’d placed your order and shut the laptop for the evening, proud to have made it through all five of Emily’s predetermined list items. You knew you both needed to go to bed, but you were just so comfy sprawled on the couch. Emily’s head rested on your baby bump, and you carded your fingers through her hair.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so controlling about the shopping,” she whispered out of the blue.

“It’s okay, honey,” you said, softly massaging her head.

“No, it’s not,” she sighed. “I didn’t realize I wasn’t letting you pick anything.”

“Em, I promise it’s okay.”

She didn’t answer, instead running her hands along the side of your belly, as if feeling for something, anything.

“Has he been moving tonight?” she asked, her voice almost sad.

“Mmhm.” You hated to see her sad. You wished so desperately that she could feel what you were feeling. You didn’t want her to feel left out of the pregnancy. You didn’t want her to feel any less the baby’s mom than you were.

“Tell me what it feels like.”

You thought for a moment. “Mm… kind of like butterflies. Or, like, when you’re nervous and your stomach does a flip.”

She was quiet again, and you pulled her face up to your chest, pressing kisses to the top of her head. “It’s gonna be okay, Em. You’re her mom, too.”

“I know,” she mumbled.

“You know, I think the baby can feel you.”

“What?” She lifted her head a bit, looking at you quizzically.

“Maybe you can’t feel her yet, but I bet she can feel you. She can hear you, and I read today that babies feel their mom’s emotions.”

Emily looked up at you, her eyes shining a bit.

“I always feel happy and safe and loved when you’re with me. And that’s what she feels, too. She can hear you and she feels those things when you’re around because I feel them. So she knows you’re here. She can feel you.”

Emily blinked back a few tears and pressed her face to your stomach, planting a few kisses on your baby bump.

“I love you,” she whispered to your stomach, and you thought you might cry, too.

“Can you hear me, little one? I love you. Maman loves you so much.”

You let out a shaky breath, trying not to cry, trying (and mostly failing) not to let your overwhelming love for this woman turn you into an absolute puddle. For neither the first time nor the last, you were utterly flabbergasted that this was your life. That there was a baby inside you, growing strong and healthy. That the baby would have two moms, something you’d never thought possible when you were growing up, imagining your future. And, best of all, that you had Emily. Sweet, strong, beautiful Emily. Who loved you so well. Who made you so happy you sometimes thought you'd explode with it. How did you get so lucky? How was it that, despite it all, despite all the tragedies, big and small, along the way, you’d somehow stumbled into a life so good that it was, quite literally, beyond your wildest dreams?

“I love you, Em,” you blurted out, unable to stop yourself or stop the tears from brimming in your eyes.

She looked up at you, and you could tell she was happy, truly happy. And if you could do nothing else in your entire life except make this woman happy, you’d die satisfied.

She sat up a bit, pulling on the collar of your shirt to draw you into a kiss. A soft kiss, one that you melted into, one that reminded you of your very first. All butterflies and excitement for what was to come.

“I love you, too,” she said, pressing her forehead to yours. “So much.”