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moechies · 1 year ago

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eeee but ok what about a make out sesh with sugu that ends with him begging to finger you >.<

౨ৎ ⋆ please?! ꨄ geto suguru

sypnosis: inexperienced college students you ‘nd suguru with a mischievous pact

content warnings 𝜚 𓈒 vunerable virgin reader, no p in v, soft, messy, fingering, making out, praiseee, he cums from rubbin himself, light oral (f rec.), pet names : baby, honey doll !! !

an ♡ . . this ask omg anon u are genius . dis is absolutely so cute and ugggghhhhhh m melting <3 literally love u . i love dis ask a lot so this is a bit longer than my usual drabbles , so im makin it a fic :D enjoyyyyyy loviessss

it’s hot , sloppy , messy.

bodies pressed against each others as your guy’s lips clash feverently against each others , sloppy noises elicited from you two’s ‘practice.’

it was never supposed to go so far. it started from something so innocent yet so dirty , the two of you prompting to practice making out with eachother; every friday and saturday night in the comfort of his private dorm.

nights usually started off awkward, with you at the front of his doorstep nervously knocking at his door. he was intimidating, tall, and so handsome; everything you’d consider perfect. it made you want to shrivel and hide.

your first couple sessions consisted of awkward touches, usually his fingers hovering above your warm skin with a light shiver , staring into you for any affirmation to touch you.

“is it okay? ‘m not gonna do anythin’ weird.”

making out with him was sloppy and messy, rhythmless and random. neither of you would stop the other unless one had run out of breath , but that was the fun of it; you suppose.

“d-do you wanna keep goin’?” he pants, face awfully close to yours, not sparing another breath when you mindlessly nod. in a blink, his swollen lips are clad against yours once again.

this time , it had been no different. it had been 3 weeks after your set arrangements , and nothing had seemingly been different.

right ?

so why did it feel so much more intimate ? you try to speculate , but the man’s mouth occupies all of you. geto makes you feel so fuzzy, your body, your mind, incapable of a single coherent thought in the heat of the moment.

he wastes no time pressing your body into the soft of the mattress with his own, hand pursed into the soft pillow with intertwined fingers.

you gasp into his mouth , waiting for the moment he allows you time for a quick breather, but it never comes. instead he refuses to detach himself from you as you grow lightheaded.

“s-suguru hah— ,what’s wrong with you?”

“baby , i need y’so bad. i cant . . ”

your brow arches in confusion , but all becoming much clearer when you feel his frigid fingers dance on the band of your skimpy shorts.

“w-wait—“

”y’gonna let me touch you here?” he teases, his thumb pressing up on your clit through your shorts, right above the wet patch of your sticky cum.

“eeek — hold on, sugu !”

“please ? let me finger you baby . w’na make you feel good s’bad.”

you whimper at his offer, overwhelmed by the suddenness of his question. it had never gone this far, you had never expected it to. to say that you hoped it would happen was an understatement; you dreamt of this. truly.

his soft hands run over your soft skin, chubby lips pressing breathy kisses all over your face and neck, and overly desperate bulge lazily humping into the fat of your panty-clad pussy. it’s all too much.

“let me feel you , honey, c’mon.” he rushes, smirking into your skin with a soft kiss to your collarbone.

“o-okay, suguru !” you blurt .

he’s sighs in relief, hands wasting no time to tug off your shorts along side your panties. your sweet cunt radiates a soft heat he’s able to feel against the palm of his hand, chuckling as he watches your cunt pulse around nothing.

he’s obsessed, and he thinks it may be love . he finds himself unable to pull his eyes away from the gorgeous sight, pupils in the shape of hearts as he watches your puffy hole uncontrollably drool with pearlescent slick.

“s-stop starin’ sugu—“ you mumble, quickly bringing a hand down to cover yourself from his roaming eyes. you’re quickly stopped by his hand, never holding a chance in the first place.

“you’ve never done this before ?”

“obviously not! “ your eyes are shut tight, tears pricking at the corners and damping your lashes. you’re obviously embarrassed, and he wouldn’t have you any other way. this is perfect.

he says nothing but chuckles, flinching when you unexpectedly feel his lips against yours, one that slowly converts into something much more sensual.

you feel the pad of his thumb slide against your sticky cunt, merely pressing the tip inside to tease you. he swallows up your yelp, feeling him smile against your lips.

his pushes in half a digit, followed with short but rhythmic pumps. your cunt squelches and squeezes around him, allowing sweet honeyed moans to fall upon your lips.

“y’feel so good, feels so good doll. can’t believe y-you’ve been hidin’ this from me.” he groans.

“you’re so evil baby .”

“ff-feels s’good too, hnn—“

he curls his finger, purposely nudging against your spongy walls. you squeak, pressing against his wrists to rid his movements on your sensitive pussy.

“n-not there !”

“be still baby. let me have this, ‘s my first time too, okay?”

“w-wait—“

he kisses you again, silencing your whines. he gains speed in his movements , his free hand coming down to relief some tension for his own cock, which had been painfully strained against his boxers.

he’s sure you see him do the filthy act when your face flushes , eyes unable to meet his own as you can’t help but stare, trying your best to look away.

“y’r still so shy when my finger’s inside this pussy?”

“d-don’t say that !”

you whine. your back arches when he slips another finger in besides his first , the girth and length of both digits filling you like no other could. you’d imagine what his cock would feel like in comparison to this, but you can’t.

“d-dizzy, suguru�� ‘m gonna cum, i— can’t !”

“cum doll, please, cum f’me, need it so bad..” he whines, feverently jerking at his cock as his eyes zero in on your lewd expression.

he pants with relief when he feels your cunt convulse around his slim digits, a sticky, creamy essence that coats his fingers. he pulls himself away from the mess, smearing a bit on the soft of your thigh before pressing a unmatched kiss onto your lips.

your mess coats the fat folds of your cunt, sweet pearly clit puffy and swollen, just oh, so desperate to be loved. he can tell. he leans down in between your legs before you take notice, pressing a harsh kiss against your slippery bud. one hard enough that you’re unable to push his head away with all your might, forced to lay still below him as he gently suckles on your clit and sneakily licks at your creamy mess.

he raises his head with a proud snarky grin, only to be met with a flick on the forehead and a light scolding.

he sighs, squirming uncomfortably at the noted mess in his boxers. not a word is exchanged between the two of you, only light pants that reverberate around the small of his dorm room.

“w-wanna go further ?”

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the-trailblaze · 2 months ago

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Dante Scenario

Dante x fem reader

Author notes: day 9473292736291929 thinking constantly about this man. This idea has been stuck in my brain for so long so I had to write about it

* You are Dante’s assistant. You basically do everything for him. You do finances, cook, patch up his friends after a mission, you help run Devil May Cry, and so much more

* You and Dante have a really close relationship that has built up over the years

* Everyone knows you two like each other and always begs you two to confess to each other. But the other party always says “they don’t see me like that” or “I don’t wanna ruin our friendship”

* That is until one day…

* Imagine Lady comes to Devil May Cry to talk to Dante about a job

* There’s this club that has been having a lot of females disappear and it’s always the same story. “A single girl sitting at the bar and a guy comes up and talks to them, they leave and never get seen again.”

* Lady deduced it’s a sex appeal demon, that is essentially a walking aphrodisiac. It shows the desires of the woman to her then puts her under a spell to control her. After the spell cast the woman follows whatever the demon wants (and that’s just the demon literally sucking the life out of her)

* Lady says she wants Dante’s help with this mission

* Dante brings up how he’s a guy and he can’t do too much to get close to the demon. But if he can know what the demon looks like he can try and hunt from the shadows

* Lady brings up how the demon changes appearances every night so nobody knows who it actually is

* Dante suggests she lead the demon out but lady quickly shuts down that idea because the demon would definitely recognize her

* Dante and Lady go through multiple plans and all end up seeming like dead ends

* You sit there quietly and just listen to them go back and forth. You don’t know much about demon hunting besides stuff you’ve picked up on throughout the years

* Then it clicks in your head after they have another failed idea

* “What if I am the bait for the demon?”

* Lady looks at you and talks about how that is a great idea and starts making a plan

* But while that happens Dante stands up lets out a firm “No.”

* Lady rolls her eyes and looks at him, “It’s the only shot we got. We need to get this mission done and this is our best idea.”

* Dante looks pissed and you get it

* “I am NOT putting her in danger just so I can kill this fucking demon. We still have time so let me think of a new plan.”

* You stand up and walk over to Dante and look him dead in the eyes, “Dante we don’t have any more time. The more we wait there’ll be more innocent women that will die. I don’t want to put anyone through that. If I can help and prevent it I’ll do it.”

* Dante quickly refutes “But what about you? What if you get hurt? I could never live with myself if something happened to you because I put you in danger.”

* You reach for his hands and hold them tightly, “Well Mr Pro demon hunter will just have to protect me right? I feel the safest when I know you’re around anyways.”

* Dante tightens the grip on your hands, “I’ll protect you with my life, I promise you.”

* You, Lady, and Dante all make a quick plan because you have to get ready since you are going to the club tonight

* The plan is to have Lady as surveillance and watching you at all times (on the clubs cameras) you’re also going to be hooked up to a mic that both her and Dante can listen to

* Dante is going to be in the club laying low trying to find the demon before he can get to you

* You all confirm the plan then you go get ready

* You get dressed in a tight and short red dress (you saved it for whenever Dante would ask you on a made up date you made in your dreams)

* You put on some heels, makeup and perfume and you walk into the main area where Dante and Lady are setting up the mics

* Once you walk in Lady cheers you on and compliments you

* You thank her and turn your attention to Dante who can’t take his eyes off of you

* You’re so beautiful and captivating in his eyes, but does he admit that? No…

* He just shakes his head and goes back to adjusting his mic

* Lady frowns and looks back at you. She sees you’re upset from the lack of compliments by Dante

* Lady waves you over to put on your mic and make sure it’s hidden so the demon won’t be able to tell

* After it’s all set up Dante has you test it to make sure it’s working, once the test is successful you all head out

* You’re sitting in the back of the van Lady has with Dante

* As you all get close to the bar you feel your nerves skyrocket

* It is now that you realized what you offered to do and that it’s actually going to happen

* You’re going to be face to face with a demon and you’re not even going to know

* What happens if it succeeds? Will you die? Will it be painful?

* You start to bounce your leg up and down due to your anxiousness

* You then feel a big warm hand settle on your knee stopping you

* You look over at Dante who is already looking at you

* “I told you, I promise I’ll protect you. I won’t let anything happen, you’ll be safe.”

* You nod and thank him

* You two just look at each other for what feels like a century

* Dante opens his mouth but is cut off by Lady announcing you three have arrived

* Lady gets out of the front seat and comes to the back where she’s tapped into all the cameras in the club

* Once that’s good she spins in her seat to face you, “Alright, you’re turn. Dante will enter in about 10 minutes. Be safe.”

* “Okay I’m off then.” You go to leave out of the van but Dante grabs your wrist stopping you

* You look back at him, “If you ever feel uncomfortable and want to stop say pizza and I’ll come to you.”

* “Got it. I’ll say pizza if I’m uncomfortable.”

* You can see Dante’s expression soften a bit and see some stress melt off of him but he still looks super tense

* You leave the van and head into the club

* You walk straight to the bar and order a drink

* You slowly sip on your drink looking around waiting for anyone to approach you

* After about 45 minutes no one has come up to you and it confuses you. Are you doing something wrong?

* As if Dante can hear your thoughts, “You’re not doing anything wrong sweetheart. We got here a bit early to make sure we would be all set up.”

* You nod obviously knowing he can see you responding non verbally to him

* Another 10 minutes goes by and Lady speaks up into the mic, “Someone a little off looking just came in. He’s got on a white polo and blue dress pants. He’s has brown hair that is gelled up.”

* Dante then speaks up, “Got eyes on him.”

* Lady then calls your name, “He’s coming your way.”

* You take the last sip on your drink, by the time you’re putting it down someone appears by you

* “Well it looks like I got lucky today. The pretty girl I wanted to chat with has a drink that is all gone. Do you mind if I buy you another one?”

* You look at the man and see the exact one Lady described

* Steeling yourself you bat your eyelashes and flirt back, “Well I can never turn down a drink from someone so handsome. Do you mind joining me? There’s an open seat right there.”

* The man sits down and flags the bartender down and orders two drinks

* You stare at him trying to look if anything is off. You’ve barely seen demons so you can’t tell

* The bartender comes back with the drinks and the man faces you

* He tips his drink up to do a cheers, you tap his glass and you both take a sip of your drinks

* Small talk ensues. You’ve two talk about your jobs (well your made up one), what foods you like, what’s your favorite animal and so on

* The man finishes his drink and stares deeply at you, it kinda makes you uncomfortable

* It doesn’t feel like the one Dante gives you. His look makes your heart race but the look you’re getting now makes you feel sick

* The man pushes some hair behind your ear and then rests his hand on your cheek

* If you weren’t on a mission you’d slap his hand away

* “So tell me, what is a beautiful and single girl doing here all alone?”

* He rubs his thumb against your cheek and it’s like your mind starts to become foggy

* You don’t even really know what you’re saying while you talk

* “Oh it’s because I love someone and he doesn’t love me back.”

* The man looks shocked, “Oh really?”

* You bite your lip, “Yeah…”

* “Does he have a girlfriend already? Or maybe even a wife?”

* You shake your head, you’re not even in control anymore

* “He doesn’t.”

* The man smirks, “Then why doesn’t want you?”

* You think about it and don’t know. Why doesn’t Dante want you?

* “I don’t know…”

* The man scoots closer, “Come on sweetheart, I know you can do better than that.”

* Your stomach twists when he called you sweetheart, it doesn’t give you the same emotions it did earlier when Dante called you that

* You can hear talking in your ear but your brain can’t register it

* Little did you know it was Dante freaking out and trying to call our to you

* Lady tries to stop him so he doesn’t fuck up the mission

* Dante growls “I’m not going to let her get hypnotized by the demon, and I sure as hell don’t want to listen to her talk about the man she loves.”

* Dante then hears you speak up again

* “Well he’s my boss. He is the most beautiful person in this world. He has such a selfless heart and cares about everyone around him. He works so hard and never stops until he knows peace is coming. He is also so funny and silly. He never fails to make me laugh and smile. He’s also a great dancer. Whether he’s dancing by himself or drags me to dance with him. I love him so much but I don’t think he sees me in that way at all.”

* Your voice cracks but you continue, “I’m not strong at all. His job is very taxing and I can’t even keep up with it. I feel so useless any time he is so tired and stressed because I can’t do anything to help. He’s also surrounded by so many beautiful and strong women that I get outshined in every single way. He never compliments my looks and I just don’t think I’m his type.”

* The man brings your focus back to him, “Do you want me to help you?” He pulls his hand away and it’s like you’re in a deeper trance

* You nod and let out a meek “Yes.”

* The man smirks, “Okay what’s this man’s name?”

* “Dante…”

* Dante’s voice hitches. He feels like he can’t breathe. His heart is racing and he reaches for his chest to hold it

* He clenches his chest and heaves, How can he let you think he doesn’t love you? How did he mess up so fucking bad that you think you’re not special? You’re the most important person in the world to him. You’re so smart, kind, caring, funny, and absolutely gorgeous. He couldn’t compliment you earlier because he couldn’t find the words to describe how beautiful you are.

* Lady yells his name over the mic, “You idiot try and talk to her to see if we can get her out of the trance so she doesn’t get taken.”

* Dante frantically calls out your name

* He sees you and watches you start to follow the demon

* “Baby please, that’s not me. Don’t let him manipulate you. I promise you, I will take you out after this.”

* His voice cracks, “Just please don’t go with him.”

* By the time he finishes the demon has you in the back alley and Lady tells Dante how to get there and he goes running

* Dante tries to talk to you more though

* You feel like shit in all honesty

* This all feels off, the man in front of you looks like Dante but doesn’t feel like Dante

* His hands aren’t super big, they aren’t rough with callous’

* This doesn’t feel right

* You hear something in your ear again but it’s getting louder and louder

* “Baby- please listen to me. Please let me know you hear me. I can’t help you if you don’t let me in.”

* You let go of the demons hand and you mind stops fogging up a bit

* You breathe out “Dante?”

* You hear a huff and your name, “Is that you?”

* “Dante? Why is there two of you?

* “The one in front you isn’t real. Im coming to you now, get out of there.”

* The demon obviously caught on, “Come on sweetheart, don’t let go.”

* You try and rip your hand out of his but it’s futile you can loosen the demons strong grip

* “Oh so you figured it out? Well I’m not going to let you survive anyways. I’ll just devour you right now.”

* The demon grabs you by your shoulders and pins you hard against the wall

* The demon bares it fangs and goes for your neck and you hear something through the mic,“Don’t move.”

* A couple shots go off and you hear a howl from the demon

* The demon lets go of you and staggers back then a flash of red appears in front of you

* You breathe heavily “Dante.”

* Dante doesn’t look back but grabs his sword, you see his grip is tight

* “Don’t worry I’m here now. I’ll protect you, just like I promised.”

* The demon laughs, “So this is the man that you love but doesn’t care an inkling about you?”

* The demon looks at Dante, “You know I could see her memories and feel her emotions? I felt the hurt and pain you cause her. You hurt her more than anyone. YOU SAY YOU WANT TO PROTECT HER BUT YOU’VE ONLY HURT HER!”

* Dante freezes and you can see his attention wavering

* The demon tries to capitalize on this but you yell, “THAT’S NOT TRUE! Dante means the world to me and he makes me so happy. Being by him no matter what the context feels me with so much joy. I’m not going to let you make him think he’s not everything to me.”

* That seems to snap Dante back into the fight

* It catches the demon off guard and has a hard time fighting off the many attacks Dante his hitting him with

* Dante deals a fatal blow and the demon falls to the ground

* He stands over the demon who is badly injured and can barely move

* The demon growls, “You want to act like a hero but you’re not! I’m the hero here, I helped women like her be able to get what they wanted. I helped them! Not you. You only have hurt the girl that claims to love you. Stop acting like you’re some goddamn saint!”

* Dante stares at the demon, “No you killed innocent women for your selfish greed. You are no hero. A hero doesn’t march around saying all the good deeds they do, their actions are what speak volume. I’m not hero and no saint, and never claimed to be. But if she told me to do something I’d do it. If she wanted the world I’d give it to her.”

* He grips his sword and slices the demon’s head off

* “I’d do anything for her, after all I love her.”

* You breath hitches at his words

* Dante turns around and stares at you. He looks you up and down, “Are you okay? It didn’t hurt you right?”

* “I’m okay, I’m not hurt.” You two stare each other in silence

* Dante can’t take it anymore and walks over to you and pulls you into a tight embrace

* He holds your head to his chest and you can feel how fast his heart is racing

* “You really scared me sweetheart.”

* “I’m sorry Dante.”

* “Please don’t apologize for anything. I should be the one to apologize.”

* “Dante if what it said bothered you don’t listen to it-“

* Dante squeezes you tighter to him, “I’m not good with words and never have been. But I’ll try my hardest.”

* “I don’t know what I would do without you. You make every day so much better. You keep me sane in this fucked up world we live in.”

* Dante leans back and puts one of his hands on the back of your head to connect your foreheads

* You stare deeply into his beautiful blue eyes

* “I don’t think you understand how radiant you are in my eyes. You walk into a room and my eyes are instantly drawn to you. Damn it… earlier I wanted to compliment you non stop but didn’t know how or what to say. No words felt right to describe what I thought.”

* Dante softly calls your name, “You are so beautiful. Whether you be in this dress, in your pajamas, in my jacket, or wrapped up in a blanket. Even when you’re tired, exhausted, or stressed you’re still so breathtaking in my eyes. Your smile and laugh is so contagious and I crave to hear and see those two things every day. I don’t care if I have to look like an idiot to get my wish, I’ll do it.”

* “Dante-“

* “I’m not done.”

* “Having you in my arms makes me feel at home. You are my home. Coming back to you after every mission makes my heart race. I want to be with you always. I meant what I told that damn demon, if you wanted the world I’d give it to you. No matter what I had to do. Because I love you and nothing will change that.”

* You are lost for words, you have no idea what to say

* Dante was right he’s never been good with words but you can tell he put everything into this declaration

* “Dante, I don’t need the world. I just need you because I love you.”

* Dante lets out a deep sigh that turns into a laugh, “Thank god that confession was good. Don’t know what I would have done if it didn’t.”

* You laugh, “Even just if you just said you loved me I would have believed you.”

* “You deserve more than just a simple confession. But I want to do one more thing.”

* “What is that?”

* “I really and I mean really want to kiss you.”

* “And I really want you to kiss me.” You beam up at him.

* Dante leans down and pulls your head close to connect both of your lips

* The kiss is soft but is over quick

* You two pull apart and then Dante doesn’t hesitate to go back in

* He connect your lips in a heated clash

* He pulls your hips closer to him so you’re completely pressed up against him

* He slides his tongue into your mouth to connect with yours

* You get his message and let your lips and tongues dance in the heated clash

* Dante disconnects again and goes to kiss down your neck

* “You drive me fucking crazy.”

* He knows he finds your sweet spot once you let out a little moan

* “There it is.” He sucks on the spot which makes you let out another moan

* Before Dante can continue his actions you two hear a throat clear in the mic

* “Finally you two confessed but how about the first time you fuck it isn’t in a dirty alley. Where I can also hear.”

* You hide yourself in Dante’s chest out of embarrassment and the man groans

* “Did you really have to ruin the moment? Also I wouldn’t fuck her in a dirty alley, I have dignity.”

* “Whatever just get back to the van so I can take you guys back.”

* “Okay, okay we’re coming.”

* Dante steps back and takes off his jacket and helps you put it on

* Once it on he holds out his hand, “Let’s go home.”

* You grin at him, “Let’s!”

#dante sparda x reader #dante x reader

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hivemuthur · 4 months ago

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Please, I beg on my hands and knees, may I request a Viktor x reader (established relationship) where Viktor, for whatever reason, grabs readers face (to her surprise) and starts kissing her hard, eventually pinning her to the wall and hotly making out with her. Like, I just need it to be desperate, I need it to be soo needy, I need viktor leaving reader a moaning panting mess, I need Viktor WANTING her BAD like he can’t breath if he doesn’t have her PLEASE (… I’m on my period and extremely horney)

Hi Anon, again, sorry this took so long! It's been almost a month, so maybe you are on your period again :v

Hand Me My Lover

viktorxfemale!reader explicit! just needy make-out + it got a bit heated, sorry :')

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“You’re early!” you shout from the kitchen at the sound of the door slamming behind Viktor, followed by the rushed scuff of his shoes being kicked off. “Everything alright?”

He doesn’t reply. Instead, you hear a muffled fuck followed by a dull thump—presumably, Viktor kicking something more than just his shoe in his haste. Then, the shuffling of feet across the floor, interrupted by the sharp press of his cane against the boards, growing louder as he approaches the kitchen.

“Did something happen?” you ask, leaning over the pot. Before you can turn, Viktor’s arms come around you from behind, his hand sweeping your hair away from your neck before pressing his nose into the newly exposed patch. He inhales deeply, his embrace almost crushing, his breath hot against your skin. He only mumbles a quiet no before squeezing you tighter.

No complaints. You hum, he hums back. His stomach bellows into your ribs. The grip goes further, there is more of his hands around you, more of his fingers digging into the meat of your muscles, more of his hair tickling your skin. Eyelashes on your neck.

You set the spoon down with exaggerated precision, turn the gas off, and hook your fingers over his arms, letting him rock you both back and forth. “Viktor, do you want to tell me what this is about?” you ask, trying to turn around to face him.

At last, he lets you.

“Hmm, that’s better,” he mutters, seizing your cheeks and guiding you out of the kitchen, his cane abandoned, propped against the counter. You stop only when your back meets the wall, and Viktor tilts your face up, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue swipes over the roof of your mouth, stealing your breath. You try to mumble something against him, but this he doesn’t allow.

He doesn’t let you, because, oh God, he can’t have you make him rest or eat now, he has to have this now. Hands raking through your body, blind and needy, snaking beneath your clothes, all hot, hot, hot, almost burning, almost not enough of your skin under his. He pulls his shirt out of his pants clumsily and holds both of your tops up so his naked stomach can press to yours—better, yet not good enough. Glues himself to you, presses his weight onto you and moves a knee between your legs to cover as much of you with himself as he can.

The kissing, the breath theft continues, as he bites on your lower lip and swipes his tongue over it, sucks on it, his thumbs dig into your cheeks. You can’t keep up with the speed, so you just let him touch you and lick you and breathe you in until he breaks off. Just to look at you. Just for a second.

“V—” you try again as soon as he pulls away to take a backup breath and you are immediately cut off by his mouth. Another kiss, or not even a kiss anymore, just mouth eating you up with a dull press, his tongue all tensed up licking into you like this is enough of food for him, enough of water for him, enough air.

“Stop talking and touch me,” he rasps between breaths, lips still glued to yours, sliding against yours on his own drool and he has to beg, so he whispers a soft, “Please, touch me.”

And it’s such a needy beg you fold, your hand palms him through his trousers where’s he’s already hot and twitching and Viktor moans straight into you at the touch, slides his palms under the waistband of your trousers and cups your ass greedily, spreading your cheeks apart, fingers dipping between them and you have to use all your strength for your knees not to give in and have you sliding down the wall, pulling him with you.

You arch instantly, letting him ghost over your entrance, the band of your pants digging into your belly as his forearm stretches the material and all the tightness clings to you, while you fumble helplessly at his belt and fly. You are unable to say anything, mouth still occupied with Viktor’s tongue, because apparently he doesn’t have to breathe anymore.

He runs his palm flat between your legs, spreading the wetness around and hums, so happy with himself that mere minutes of making out got you so drenched. “See? You’ve missed me too,” he mutters before showing two fingers up your cunt without ceremony.

And, oh God, you loose your grip for a second, moan and pant and your knees do give in a little before you are able to slide your hand into his underwear and free his cock. He’s heavy and hot and leaking into your fist and you grant yourself a space to breathe because as soon as you touch him Viktor’s lips gift you a moment of freedom, so his mouth can release a moan. His brows knit together, and forehead presses into yours with such strength that the back of your head thumps lightly on the wall.

“F-fuck,” he stutters and buries his nose into your neck, a bite on it follows, when he pulls your hands off him, drapes them over his neck and slides himself between your thighs. His hands, now free, come back to cup your face and you can smell yourself on his fingers. He kisses you again. Slower this time, calmer, gentler. Tongue glides against yours, now that he has you, with love, and your hands come to tangle into his hair.

And oh, how much Viktor wants you now, you have no idea. He’d prefer you in the bedroom, but the time it would take to traverse the distance, unbearable. So he fucks himself between your thighs and you pant into his mouth, dazed at this need coming from nowhere and still questioning what has happened that he came back home so starved.

A warm touch slides down your sides, back to your hips to cradle and Viktor slows down between stuttering exhales. He rests his stomach against yours, your shirts crumpled back down with all the movement, and he just leans on you to kiss you again. Mouths nearly bruised, breaths jagged, his hair clamping to his forehead.

“You okay?” you ask, voice barely there as you cup his face. He rubs his nose against your cheek and nods, all flushed, sheen of sweat gets shared between his skin and yours.

“Yes,” he says finally. “Yes, just… bedroom, now, please,” a weak plea escapes him, cock throbbing between your legs and you almost want to make him come like this. But you are merciful.

You pull his pants up, just enough to not have him stumble over his own legs, take his arms to wrap around you as you walk backwards, step after step, leading him to the bedroom. The need just pours out constantly when Viktor keeps kissing you through the stroll. His cock aches from the dry friction and this mile he has to walk now almost has him fallen. Almost. He’s saved when you lie beneath him and he can sink back into you, and he keeps sinking, until he’s empty.

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dottieisdotting · 7 months ago

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TREAT ME LIKE A SLUT - SVT- hip hop unit

requested?: no

pairing(s): HHU unit x AFAB!reader

Genre: smut (MDNI)

warning(s): fivesome,dom/sub dynamics, p in v sex, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy), blindfolded reader,bondage,use of butt plug,vibrators,dildos, deep throating, spitting (fem!rec), overstim, degradation (slut, whore,cockslut, cumslut),praise (good girl, sweetheart, sweet girl,gorgeous),squirting,Dacryphilia,clit stimulation,nipple play,hair pulling, oral (m&f!rec), creampie, size kink, slight choking (fem!rec - on Gyu’s behalf),spanking, masturbation, begging (fem)

Summary:you always had a fantasy of your boyfriend (Wonwoo) and the rest of his unit to treat you like a slut

word count: 4k (give or take a little more)

A/N: so, I don't know what possessed me to write this but I've been thinking about it for a couple weeks, debating and whatnot. So go finally have this up and published feels relieving and i hope you all enjoy just this smutty mess for the hip hop unit xoxo – Eva

To say your sex life with Wonwoo was vanilla would be a complete lie. In the years of dating him, you have explored just about everything that you've been interested in but one thing that you guys have never done was invite another person into the bedroom.

It wasn’t that you weren't into the idea or anything but sex with Wonwoo was struck out of random places and times. To invite another person it would take time and commitment and both of you to agree on the said person who you’d fuck. So when you slyly mentioned that you wouldn't mind being treated like a slut by Wonwoo and the rest of his unit, he was delighted and secretly started to plan the long night out.

He got Vernon’s, Mingyu and Seungcheol schedules and figured out a day when they all got off together at the same time. He texted you that they were gonna come around for a couple hours. You were completely fine with it because they would normally come around too when they left work together.

You wait until they get there and welcome them all accordingly as they all trudge into the living room and take a seat on either the chairs or couch. You sit on the end tucked up to Wonwoo’s side as you listen to the conversation and sometimes talk. Wonwoo mindlessly strokes your side as a sign of love but you couldn't help but feel aroused. He looked so manly with his fit and hair styled like that, and the pièce de résistance, the glasses that sat on his face so perfectly. God, you could've cum right there and then but you had dignity and (some) self-control.

You look over to Vernon, his black hair, small comforting smile and casual outfit, Mingyu and his bulging muscles and puppy eyed expression and then the leader, Seungcheol and his lazy eyes and small smirk. It made you needy but you were able to control it - for now.

Wonwoo looked at you and saw your flushed cheeks and ears and how tightly your legs were clenched together. He smirked, reaching his hand to your thigh and rubbing it gently, showing no motive for sex but you knew he was only teasing ”Wonu” you whisper and he hums to you already knowing what you were going to say ”need you, Wonwoo”, the words coming from your mouth set a spark of fire through Wonwoo’s body and he groans softly, shifting in his seat as he feels himself becoming hard.

He grips your thigh tightly. His other hand leaves your side and slips under your leggings tracing your hip and down to your panties. You squirm slightly making Mingyu look over and ask if you are okay, you nod and hum as Wonwoo cups your pussy in his hand making the 3 other men look over and down at your mewl. Wonwoo smirks as he feels the slight damp patch on your panties.

He pulls his hand away and sits you on his lap, legs spread. You blush and look away, he told them about your fantasy and they were here to fulfil it. ”don't be shy, sweetheart,” you hear Mingyu say and he shifts and stands up walking to you and kneeling on the floor, in between your spread legs

Your breathing increases as you see Mingyu kneel. You thought it was a dream, him on the floor whilst you sat on your boyfriend's lap, panties soaked. ”Please” you beg, wanting something from any of the four men that were sitting in your living room. Wonwoo patted your hip and removed his hand from your panties. You stood and went to the bedroom, waiting for them to follow.

They were taking too long so you strip from your shirt and leggings leaving yourself in your bra and panties but you wanted to be fully bare so you remove your bra,letting your tits free and shimmy your panties down. You were now completely naked except the buttplug in your ass, courtesy of Wonwoo and his schemes.

You were soaking and no one seemed to be coming to you so you decided to grab a dildo from where they were kept and some lube. It was an average purple silicone dildo, not massively long and girthy but enough to get you to your orgasm when Wonwoo wasn't at home. You uncap the lube and put some on the dildo, letting it coat it. You sit on your knees and position it so you could just slide down it and so you did. Inch by inch you move slowly down the toy until you are at its hilt. You moan, not caring how loud, as you get used to it.

You lift yourself and move back down, hearing yourself and seeing yourself through the mirror that was on the wall in front of your bed. You keep moving, switching from rolling your hips to bouncing as you feel your stomach tighten, you were already close because you were so worked up. You moan out and cry out a different name every time making sure you were loud enough for everyone to hear. You shut your eyes and keep your mouth open letting all the noises fly out from expletives to whines and whimpers.

Your orgasm ripples through you,leaving you heaving and breathless. You open your eyes and see four pairs of eyes staring at you, you instantly blush and remove the dildo from inside you now covered in your cum and juices.

You hear someone tsk and walk over to the bed. It was your boyfriend, Wonwoo. ”Look at you being a naughty little slut, you couldn't wait for us, hmm? What a bad girl. Turn around, gorgeous, let me see the plug in your cute little ass” the praise and degradation in his words make you mewl and follow his instructions. You turned around so you were facing the wall on your knees. You lean down so you are face down ass up and wait ‘patiently’ for your decided punishment. You knew it was spanking but you didn’t know how many you’d receive. There were four of them after all.

Suddenly a hand comes down, hard, on your left ass cheek making you jolt forward and yelp. You look back and see Mingyu ready to bring his hand down again. You close your eyes and wait for the impact. It comes down again. Seungcheol says ”Be a sweet girl and take the punishment, yeah? 5 from each of us to learn your lesson” you whimper in response whilst, for the third time, Mingyu’s hand smacks your arse. He lays his last two on your left cheek and switches with Vernon.

He spreads your legs a little more so he could see your glistening pussy, juices leaking out. You whimper and look behind you. Vernon’s eyes were only looking at your pussy, almost admiring it. He lifts his hand and leaves a small smack on your pussy. You jolt with that. You’d never had your pussy slapped before but it felt oddly nice? For some reason you wanted it again so Vernon did it again, directly on your clit another 4 times, quick and easy.

You were half way through your (possible) neverending punishment. Your left arse cheek was hurting and your pussy was soaking and needy. Next up was Wonwoo who was also quick with his punishment,leaving your right arse cheek red too. You felt overwhelmed in pleasure and you couldn't get enough, you needed more, so much more. Seungcheol was the final one and you were quite scared for his turn.

He sees the slight fear in your face and leans down to press a kiss on each ass cheek and clit before bringing his hand down twice on each cheek then his final on your clit making you flinch hard and fall onto the bed. You were a trembling mess who was fighting for a release.

”poor little whore, can’t even deal with one spanking” you shake your head in protest. ”I can, I can, I swear!” you turn around and look at them all. They were all sporting either semis or full hard-ons. To know that you made them like this through only spanking you felt a little bit of pride with a shitload of smugness. You bite your lip and get off the bed and kneel in front of Wonwoo,looking up at him with your pretty doe eyed look.

He looks down at you,reaching out to caress your cheek softly. You reach up to his belt and unbuckle it,pulling it off, undoing his pants and pulling them down and off. He was left in his boxers, bulge noticeable in his CK briefs. You were practically salivating for his cock whilst the other three stood/ sat, cocks aching for your mouth,hands, pussy. They all needed you so badly but you were going to please Wonu first.

You pull his boxers down, cock being freed as you wrap your hands around it. You hear his breathing increase as you look up, moving your hands and kitten licking the leaking tip. You take the tip in your mouth and suck it softly, teasing him with your tongue. A hand comes down to the back of your head, carding through it before pushing your head down to take his cock further down your throat. You gag and Vernon looks worried but Wonu brushes it off ”she’s a little cockslut, loves to gag on my dick, don't you gorgeous?”

You moan around him and bob your head, up and down, up and down continuously. You cup his balls and remove his dick from your mouth, going down to suck his balls and jerk him off. Wonwoo groans and moans as you work your mouth all over his cock and balls. His hand tightens in your hair and bucks his hips forward ”gonna cum down that pretty throat of yours, sweet girl, take all of it and you can have the other cocks” you get back to bobbing your head, licking and swirling your wet appendage all over his length.

Wonwoo gets all whiny and whimpery when he gets close and with a few firm sucks on the tip, his cum was coating your throat, thick ropes eloping down your oesophagus. You didn't stop moving your head until he was pulling your mouth off of him from oversensitivity.

You pull off him with an audible pop and swallow thickly,looking up and Wonwoo with your watery eyes.He strokes your cheek and tells Seungcheol to lie down and for you to climb on his face. Your sopping pussy was now in direct contact with Seungcheol’s mouth as he licks and sucks softly at your clit making you moan and roll your hips.

You look up and notice Vernon and Mingyu at the foot of the bed with their cocks out, hard and ready. You take both of them in your hands and jerk them off. You keep your hips going, Seungcheol’s nose bumping your clit as he eats you out like a starved man. You tighten your hands and move them quicker,leaning forward to suck and lick Mingyu and Vernon’s tips one at a time. The scene was already filthy and the night has not properly started yet. If this was the starter, you were in for a fucking treat all through tonight.

”Cheollie, m’gonna cum!” you moan as you feel your orgasm start to build. It started at your toes and top of the head, compressing down to your stomach, feeling like you needed to pee. You knew you were gonna squirt, the telltale signs so obvious to you now that Wonu had made you do it so many times in the past. ”oh shit,shit, shit” you moan out loud as your liquid squirts into Seungcheol’s mouth, down his chin soaking his shoulders. You throw your head back. Your chest heaves as Seungcheol moves you off of his, now soaking, face so you could continue pleasuring Vernon and Mingyu.

You tease them by licking their tips. They were desperate for a release and so they came. Mingyu was louder than Vernon, moaning and groaning as you jerked him off through his orgasm whispering sweet things such as; ”so good for coming all over me. I love it Gyu, more, gimme more” Vernon on the other hand was quiet but he bucked his hips to get over the afterwaves of his orgasm. You release their cocks from your hands and go lay down, waiting for what is coming next.

Wonwoo walks over and ties a black, silk blindfold over your eyes. Next was Vernon with a belt ”hand to your front, sweetheart” and so you follow, hands on your stomach as Vernon ties them together in a makeshift handcuff situation. ”My sweet girl, are you gonna let us fuck you now, all of us in your tight little pussy? Can you take all of us, gorgeous? Let us fill you nice and full like the little cumslut you are” you nod your head and respond verbally. ”yes, i'll be your cumslut, i'll take it all like a good little cockslut”. You couldn't see but you knew all of them were smirking at your obedience just for some cock, you were desperate and aching to be filled up, to be taken and used by 4 hot men.

Someone pulled you so your legs were dangling off the bed, a pillow got situated under your hips and small kisses were left down your body. You giggle at the softness and hear Mingyu’s chuckle. You spread your legs further as one of them ends up on Gyu’s shoulder and he jerks himself,lining his cock up with your sopping needy little hole. He slowly pushes in, feeling your gummy walls stretch to his size

You moan at the intrusion. You try your hardest not to clench as he bottoms out, giving you time to adjust before he begins to move. Mingyu pulls out just until his tip is inside you then slams his hips forward quickly, making your body jolt. He holds your legs to his chest,together so you’d be more tight for him. His pace is relentless,hard and fast, not slowing down and putting his thumb on your clit rubbing small figure 8’s on it,driving you mad already like you didn't have another 3 cocks to take tonight.

”Gyu, so good, you're so deep and’ i’m so full” your eyes were half shut, pupils blown out with pleasure as you get fucked raw by Mingyu. He was loving every second of it too. Your soft walls are practically suffocating his fat cock, wanting to be milked dry by you. He moans, not shameful but very vocal on how good your pussy was. He kisses your calf as he moves your legs so you are folded in half as he speeds up more (if that was possible). He moves his hands to hold your legs to keep you folded.

Your orgasm was coming quickly as you moaned as loud as you wanted. You couldn't see anything but you felt the tears running down your soft cheeks. Nails indenting your palms as your breathing irregular as your impending orgasm makes your body tingle ”Gyu, please, please. M’gonna cum!” he hums and mumbles (in the jumbled moans coming from him) that he was getting close too.

He lets your legs go and they fall back down onto the bed as you try to move your hips in time with the brutal pace Mingyu had set for you since you were so desperate for cock. ”gonna take it all for me, huh? Be a good little cumdump for me, nice and deep. Fill you till your stomach is full, sweetheart” Mingyu yet again praises and degrades you just how you like it and it makes you continuously clench until you reach your peak and come around his cock.

You moan, whimper and whine and lift your hips, as Mingyu comes too, filling your pussy with white ropes of his come. You loved it, the feeling of being helpless, bound and blinded for your boyfriend and friends to use. You felt dirty, whore-like but it's what you wanted. Mingyu eventually pulls out of you, a string of his and your cum leaking out onto the sheets below, like you cared.

He leans down, kissing you softly and praising you for taking his cock so well and how wonderful you felt. His words brought you a splash of pride and you thank him quietly. The blindfold gets removed and you see Vernon as soon as it was lifted ”Nonie” you whisper and he strokes your head, peppering your face with small kisses. He answers to the nickname and undoes the belt on your wrists, kissing the slightly reddened marks. ”Need you to roll onto your stomach, sweet girl,” you nod and do just that, adjusting the pillow but Vernon removes it and lifts your hips ”ass up, gorgeous”

You leave your ass up and feel Vernon get behind you tying the blindfold once again before he lines up quickly not wanting to waste his time to have you to himself. He slowly pushes in and lets out a small huff as he bottoms out feeling immense pleasure already unmoving. He lets you get used to it, not wanting to go fast and bring you to the limit right away, he wanted to go slow and drag it out as much as he could before he came.

”Move, Nonie, you can move” Vernon pulls out slowly to slide right back in, finding a slow pace, deep strokes making you feel every inch of him. You whimper every time his tip kisses your g-spot. You struggle to keep your hips still so you claw the sheets below you. ”mm, feels good” his deep, slow strokes were bringing you to ecstacy

It was a lot different from Mingyu's but you didn't mind one bit in fact you loved this after the rough relentless pace You endured. Vernon kept this way the entire time it took you to reach your peak, his hand reaching under to rub your clit making your orgasm more intense,longer lasting. Your legs quiver as your hands relax on the sheets.

Vernon pulls out,kissing down your back and rolling you over to your back and sitting you up. He unties the blindfold and the light makes your eyes squint. Your boyfriend,Wonwoo, had gotten you a drink and a little pack of Haribo cherries to bring your energy back up for him and Seungcheol, knowing you get tired quickly.

You eat them and drink half the water before you are ready again. Seungcheol sits on the bed coaxing you over to sit on his lap ”got enough energy to ride me gorgeous girl?” You look at Seungcheol, still slightly tired. You nod anyway and sit up on your knees, gently grabbing and lining his cock up with your hole. Seungcheol was long and girthy, you knew it’d be a stretch but you could cope, maybe. There was only one way to find out so you slide down his cock slowly,careful not to hurt yourself.

You had to relax yourself so you could bottom out which took some time. Finally you sat fully on Seungcheol’s cock feeling full as you looked down to see where your bodies connected. He notices and gently lifts your chin, bringing your lips closer to his so he could kiss you. Seungcheol lets you set the pace, rocking your hips,circling them before lifting up and bringing yourself back down onto him. He mostly groans quietly along with your gentle moans and mewls,speaking degrading praise into your ear,pressing kisses down your neck.

Seungcheol had one of his hands on your hip,rubbing it and the other on your tits, squeezing, sucking,licking,kissing them,showing them attention. You speed up your movements and that's when Seungcheol begins to meet his hips up to yours. He leans back so he could punch up to your tight, dewy cunt. You let your mouth stay open. You couldn't give two flying fucks if you started to drool. You already had 3 dicks including Cheol's inside of you.

”mmh, ngh” you weren't making any sense, your brain was mushed as your body moved by itself bouncing on his cock chasing another mind blowing orgasm quickly. You lean down and kiss him sloppily, not caring. You loved it, he loved it. Seungcheol started to rub your clit to bring more pleasure to your shaking body. ”ahh, ahh, oh God, yes Cheol, yes!” He smirked loving every sound from your slutty mouth.

You couldn't anymore. You lean forward still moving your hips whilst your head rested on his shoulder. At this point Seungcheol was doing all the work as you chased your release. Seungcheol was also close, thrusts becoming sloppy and uncoordinated, he was panting and kissing anywhere he could reach. His tip graced your g-spot making your walls spasm and tighten around his cock milking you to your release and his.

You sit up and rock your hips to ride out your highs. You were spent and still had one more cock to go, your boyfriend's cock.you lift your hips and let Seungcheol slide out of you. Your legs felt like jello and ready to collapse at any moment. Seungcheol moved off of the bed,letting Wonwoo take his place and lay down on it. You crawl to him and lay down so your back is against his chest. He holds your legs open. You clench around nothing, letting the other 3 mens cum drip out of you.

He lines his cock to your slutty hole and sinks into you, you clench around him instantly,your cunt welcoming him back. You whimper and rest your head on his shoulder as he pumps up into you. You couldn't help but just moan out how good it felt. Wonwoo makes you hold your legs open for him as he rubs your belly and clit.

”feels so good, baby, love it. Love your cock so much” you feel his breathing in your ear. He kisses it softly and keeps his hips going. You roll your hips downwards as much and you could ”there we go, such a beautiful cumslut for us all. Want to be nice and full of all of us” you whine at his words only for him to praise you. ”gorgeous girl, took all of our cum, so well so proud of you”

Those words spurred you on to your last and most powerful orgasm, body trembling as you squirt,pushing his cock out of you. His cum leaks down his tip and around his glistening cock. Wonwoo's cum smeers onto your folds as your body shakes from the aftershock

He moves you off him and lays you on the bed. He kisses down your body,slowly soothing your shakes. He turns you on your side to remove the buttplug, you shiver and whimper but Vernon comes in clutch to kiss you to comfort.

Mingyu, now dressed with boxers, comes back with a damp towel for Wonwoo and you. Mingyu strokes your hair and kisses your forehead and cheeks repeatedly whilst Wonu cleans your thighs and pussy. You shiver and feel Seungcheol pick you up bridal style and take you to the already run bathtub due to Vernon running it.

It had a bath bomb in and rose petals. He had lit some candles making it cosy. You lay back and relax. You sip some water that was provided by your boyfriend as he joins you in the bath to soak for a while.

After nearly an hour the water turned colder and it was time to get out. Wonu wraps a towel around his waist before helping you dry off. He guides you into your shared room and dresses you in pj's. He lays you down in bed and gets in beside you, kissing you goodnight. ”did you enjoy it sweet girl”

You nod sleepily and cuddle into him closing your eyes ”I wanna do it again sometime, i love you” Wonwoo smiles and holds you close ”One day baby, but not soon, let's get you rested up. I love you”

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peachdues · 1 year ago

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That tengen picture unleashed something inside me-

His fingers knuckle deep inside while he listens to your symphony of moans..

After he's done he licks them clean but he isn't done, nights still young after all

bestie, we are on the same page. And because I’m feeling a certain type of way, enjoy this scene from Tengen’s upcoming installment of Tell Me to Stop

VIOLENT DELIGHTS — NSFW SNEEK PEEK

bodyguard!Tengen x Assassin!Reader • enemies to lovers AU

A/N: giggling and kicking my feet rn.

CW: explicit sexual content • MDNI • fingering • edging • Tengen referring to Reader as a villain (affectionate) • rough sex • alley sex

“You’re a bastard.” But the ferocity of your insult is weakened by the way your back arches against the rugged stone of the alley wall; how you widen your thighs, a soft moan vibrating on your lips as Uzui sinks another finger into your wet heat.

The silver-haired asssassin only smirks as he leans in, close enough that the slightest movement would mean his lips would brush against yours.

He stills, leaving less than a millimeter between your mouths.

“But I am yours,” his breath is sweet and warm as it fans over your face. “And I’ll make you mine, even if I die trying.”

It is difficult to focus on anything but the hand between your thighs, pushed down the front of your trousers that he’d hastily untied when he’d cornered you in this dark alleyway.

Thick. The Sound Assassin’s fingers are so gods’ damned thick. He’d had you whimpering from just one, sliding in and out of your honeyed warmth with ease, your damn body betraying your desperate hunger for his.

The presence of the second finger stroking along your inner walls with each languid push of his hand has you gritting your teeth as the pleasure he bestows becomes edged by the faintest hint of discomfort.

It is maddening, how easily your body gives into his cursed touch. So much so that it sinks into your skin, ignites an itch that grows more incessant with each heaving breath.

You seek to take out some of your frustrations on his mouth. You stretch up on your toes, biting back a whimper at the way the tension in your legs and the new arch in your body pushes those wretched fingers deeper into your body.

Your hand seizes the nape of his neck and tries to jerk him down toward you.

Uzui tenses for a moment, his eyes widening before his mouth settles into a smirk, and he pulls back.

Those damnable magenta eyes flash with amusement at your responding snarl as you try and pull him down again, all to no avail.

“If it’s my lips you desire, then you’ll have to beg for them, sweet devil.”

The rough cobblestone of the wall scrapes against your back as you push harder into him. Your fingers twist harshly in his hair and you yank his head forward. “Kiss me, you damn brute —“

Your legs spasm as Uzui crooks his fingers inside you until he’s pressing directly on that rough patch of flesh deep inside your innermost wall — the one that had made you sob as he’d bullied it with the thick head of his cock weeks ago, when you’d thrown him down and taken him under the stars.

“Ah ah,” Uzui tuts, and the smug set of his mouth threatens to boil your blood. “Beg nicely.”

The slow, torturous massage of his fingers against that damn spot forces a trickle of drool from the corner of your mouth. Your tongue grows far too swollen, you head far too fogged, to even try and form the request he seeks.

Uzui, it seems, does not care that his hand is fucking you into a dumb stupor.

“Is your pride so great that you cannot muster a simple ‘please?’” He jeers, his eyes flashing with both lust and challenge.

He smirks, revealing a row of pearly white teeth as your thighs begin to quiver around his hand, your inner walls fluttering around each measured stroke of his fingers.

“It doesn’t matter. You’re about to come, aren’t you?” And his grin widens at the way you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, desperate to hold in the soft, breathy moans he knows you want to make. “Yeah, you are.“

His fingers wrench cruelly out from between your legs, leaving you with nothing but the ache of a rapidly fading high. But before you can howl you protest, before you can curse his name and his mother for the insult of his birth, Uzui flips you around and slams you into the alley wall.

His hand forces space between your groin and the stone, and without warning, he plunges his fingers right back into your soaking heat, clenching heat.

The moan rumbling in your throat feels distant and foreign as your eyes roll back. Uzui resumes his messy, hurried movements as though he hadn’t broken pace to begin with, and soon, your legs are vibrating where they’re pressed against the wall.

A sharp prodding against your backside brings you back down to earth long enough to realize Uzui is grinding wantonly against you, the rotation of his hips matching each thrust of his fingers.

There is no where for you to go; no where to escape. Not when your front is mashed against the alley wall, pinned in place by the heavy, suffocating mass of the Sound Assasin at your back.

Uzui’s teeth catch the lobe of your ear. “I know you, my darling nemesis. I know your body better than my own.”

The rational part of you screams to bite back; to fight, to show him exactly how he doesn’t know you at all, and how he’s an idiot for believing otherwise. But then, Uzui adds a third finger inside you, and the resulting stretch and burn between your legs is nearly as great as it had been when you’d first impaled yourself on his cock, all those weeks ago.

It was a sensation you’d been chasing ever since, only to be bitterly disappointed upon realization that no tavern boy, no cocky palace sentinel, could ever compare to the sheer mass of the King’s closest guard.

Resigned, you brace one palm flat against the stone wall, willing the bite of the rock against your skin to keep you grounded even as the silver-haired guard’s fingers threaten to send you free falling from some internal ledge. The other grasps wildly behind you in search of him, clutching at his hip and pulling him closer.

Uzui groans his approval into the side of your head, and he allows his great weight to smother you against the wall as he leans forward.

“Do you think I could have forgotten how it feels to have you climax around me?” His thumb swirls that bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs as his fingers continue to pump steadily in and out of you. “Do you truly think I don’t spend my nights imagining you, perched atop me, using my cock the way you desire? That the memory of your face screwed up in pleasure — the feeling of your divine cunt wrapped around me — doesn’t haunt my every waking thought?”

He plunges his fingers inside you, all the way to his third knuckle. “You must answer for the torture you’ve inflicted, you cruel, wicked creature.”

You cry out right as Uzui strokes that inner spot once more, your hips twisting and grinding desperately against his hand as the thumb working your bead increases its pressure.

The bulge pressed right against your ass is rock-hard, and the thought of what lies beneath his trousers makes your mouth water.

The coil in your gut begins to tighten once more, this time more quickly than it had when you’d been facing him. Its pull is stronger, and the way his thick fingers keep grazing that sweet spot on your innermost wall all but guarantees you’ll be turned to liquid right there in that seedy alleyway.

You need his lips — otherwise, your screams will alert everyone within a fifty-meter vicinity of exactly how capable the Sound Assassin was of breaking you.

You try and warn him. “Uzui —“

“All you have to do, my sweetest torment, is beg.”

Your walls pulse violently around his fingers, a warning that you are mere seconds away from succumbing to brutal pleasure. Your hips begin moving on their own, grinding and checking desperately into his hand as the rough stone wall bites and scrapes against your exposed hips.

The need for him — for his lips — burns hot in your blood. It is maddening, this desire for his intimacy, and yet, try as you might, you cannot squash it.

You need it — need his kiss, need him to consume you whole.

“T-Tengen.” It slips out before you can stop it, your mouth forming the syllables with a startling ease.

Behind you, the Sound Assassin freezes, his hand stilling its maddening exploration of your core.

Never before had you called him by his given name; normally, you were in the habit of calling him every derogatory insult under the sun. At best, you’d called him Uzui.

Though you are turned away from him, you can feel the shift in him; the dark lust that settles over him, clouds whatever common sense he claimed to possess, replacing it with base need.

“That counts,” he growls in reply, and then the hand between your thighs resumes its task with more vigor than before, which the other snares in your hair and wrenches your head back.

The strain in your throat amplifies as Uzui roughly claims your mouth with his. He does not bother to wait for your permission before deepening the kiss; instead, he only tightens in hold in your hair, forcing you to gasp into him. The moment your lips part, his tongue sweeps past, branding you with each lick at the roof of your mouth.

You suppose it’s a good thing Uzui has smothered your moans with his feverish lips and demanding tongue. For the second his hand pulls away from between your legs, right as you’re on the precipice of cumming to pull that thick, monstrous length of his free from his trousers, you surely would’ve cried out in protest.

And that wicked mouth of his also manages to swallow the scream of pleasure that follows as Uzui enters you in a single, deep plunge, as well as your subsequent groan as you climax around him, just as he begins roughly fucking you against the alley wall.

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Church

Frank Castle x religiousFemale!reader

Word Count: 6.2k

NSFW: oral f!receiving, attempted assault (not by Frank), sir is used a few times, degradation, begging, hair pulling

Summary: Reader owes Frank her life, so she gives him names he needs and patches him up while she gives him the information. She wants to believe she's doing good work, Frank is going to make her realize in the best way possible that she is no saint.

He was my guardian angel—well, angel wasn’t exactly the right word. Regardless of what he should be called, or what he would want to be called, he saved me.

I was late locking up one night when two men wandered into the alley. They were mangy, thin, and starving. If they had been four-legged strays, I might have pitied them. But they weren’t. I carried no protection. I couldn’t handle a gun, and I wasn’t strong. So I did the only thing I could—I clutched the golden cross hanging from my neck and prayed.

“Look at this one,” one of them muttered, voice thick with something that made my stomach tighten. “All alone this late? That’s just careless.”

His friend chuckled, taking a slow step closer. “Maybe she’s waitin’ for someone.” His gaze dropped to my necklace, eyes gleaming. “You prayin’, sweetheart?”

I swallowed hard. “You should leave,” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady. “The shelter doesn’t keep money on hand.”

“Oh, we ain’t here for—”

A noise cut through the alley before he could finish, a slow, deliberate scrape of boots against pavement. The men stilled. I turned, pulse hammering, and saw him. Frank Castle. He didn’t rush. He didn’t call out. He just walked, shoulders broad, gaze dark, like he had all the time in the world. And maybe he did, because the moment they saw him, the men hesitated. They felt what I felt, that slow, creeping sense of inevitability.

Frank stopped a few feet away, his expression unreadable.

“Walk,” he said simply.

One of the men scoffed, but I caught the shift in his stance, the second of doubt before bravado set in. “Yeah? Or what?”

Frank exhaled through his nose, tilting his head slightly. “Or I make you.” A beat of silence. Then the first man lunged.

He never reached him.

I barely saw Frank move—just the sharp, brutal efficiency of his fist colliding with the man’s jaw, sending him stumbling back. The second went for a knife, but Frank caught his wrist, twisting until there was a sickening crack. A cry of pain, a body hitting the pavement. It was over before it even began. One of them groaned, trying to crawl away. The other just sat there, wide-eyed, clutching his broken wrist. Frank didn’t look at them again.

He looked at me. I should have been horrified. I should have run back inside, slammed the door, and begged God for forgiveness for ever being in the presence of a man like him. But I didn’t. I stayed right where I was, my fingers tightening around my necklace as he stepped closer, his gaze flicking down to the cross, then back up to my face.

“You alright?” His voice was rough, quiet. I nodded, though I wasn’t sure it was true.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” I whispered. Something almost like amusement flickered in his eyes.

“Yeah?” He took another step, close enough now that I could feel the warmth of him. “Seemed like you needed help.” I swallowed hard.

“This isn’t how things are supposed to be done.” Frank let out a short breath, something between a scoff and a laugh.

“Yeah?” He reached out, slow enough that I could stop him, but I didn’t. His fingers brushed the cross against my collarbone, rough fingertips lingering over the delicate gold. His voice dropped lower, something almost reverent beneath the grit. “Then tell me, angel… how are they supposed to be done?”

~~~~

Blood stains the rag as I drag it over Frank’s skin, the sharp scent of antiseptic mixing with something darker, gunpowder, sweat, the metallic tang of violence. He sits on the rickety chair in the shelter’s back office, arms resting on his thighs, watching me with that unreadable expression of his.

This isn’t the first time. I wish it were.

“You should go to a hospital,” I murmur, dabbing at the gash along his ribs. The wound is fresh, still warm beneath my fingers. Frank exhales through his nose, the closest thing to a laugh he ever gives.

“Yeah. Think I’ll pass on that.” I swallow, pressing the cloth harder than I need to. He doesn’t flinch. Instead, his gaze flicks down to the cross hanging from my neck, swaying slightly as I lean over him. He does this a lot. Watching it whenever I touch him. Like he’s waiting for me to realize something. Or admit something. I ignore it. Like I always do.

Instead, I focus on the information he came for. “Word is, some of the guys who ran that gambling ring on Sixth have been hiding out near the old train yard.” Frank hums, barely a sound. But I know what it means. He’ll follow up on it. And I know what that means, too. I press my lips together, finishing the last of the stitches. I tell myself I don’t know what he’s going to do. I’m not pulling the trigger. I’m just helping. Helping keep the shelter safe. Helping clean up the streets. That’s what I tell myself as I cut the last stitch and sit back. Frank studies me, his dark eyes heavy, knowing. He reaches out, not sudden, not rough, but slow enough that I could stop him.

I don’t. I never do.

His fingers brush the chain of my necklace, just below my throat. A silent question. It's become a ritual, much like the rest of this. I give him information and patch him up, then for one fleeting moment we connect. I stare into his dark eyes and he stares at the golden cross around my neck as I lean over him.

I swallow hard. “You should rest before you go.”

His gaze stays on mine for a moment longer. Then he drops his hand, nodding once. I stand up too quickly, retreating to the doorway. The weight of his stare follows me, the touch of his fingers lingers against my skin like an unfinished prayer. I don’t look back. Because if I do, I might start asking myself the one question I’m not ready to answer. If I’m really so innocent, why do I keep letting him in?

~~~~

I knew he was there before he even spoke. Frank Castle had a way of filling up a room, even when he wasn’t saying a damn thing. He leaned against the doorframe of the shelter’s back office, arms crossed, watching me. No blood. No bruises. No questions. Just there. I set down the inventory clipboard and tried to ignore the way my pulse picked up. “You’re not hurt,” I said.

“Not tonight.”

“Then why are you here?” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he took his time stepping inside, like he was letting the silence stretch just to see what I’d do with it. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, edged with something I couldn’t place.

“Figured I’d pay a visit to my favorite little informant.” His eyes flicked down, just for a second, to the cross at my throat. “See how holy you’re feeling tonight.”

A chill ran through me, sharp and immediate. “Frank—”

“What is it you tell yourself?” He kept walking, slow, measured. “That you’re helpin? That you’re doin’ good?” He stopped just in front of me, close enough that I could feel the warmth rolling off him, the scent of leather and cheap cologne.“What’s it like, huh? Givin’ me names, knowin’ what I do with ‘em? Tell yourself it don’t count? That you ain’t got blood on your hands ‘cause you don’t pull the trigger?”

I clenched my jaw, my fingers instinctively gripping the cross. “I don’t—” Frank reached up, his hand closing over mine, pinning it in place against my chest. His touch was rough, calloused, but steady. Unshakable.

“Go on, angel.” His voice dipped lower, taunting. “Say it.” I swallowed hard, my breath catching. “You’re still a good girl, aren’t you?” He tilted his head, watching me too closely, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. “Still think God’s got a place for you after all this?” Heat coiled low in my stomach, sharp and unwanted. I should’ve pulled away.

I didn’t. I never do.

The air between us felt heavy, charged. Frank watched me, his dark eyes steady, waiting—like he already knew the answer, like he knew I wouldn’t pull away. His fingers shifted, trailing from my knuckles up the delicate chain of my necklace, his touch slow and deliberate. When he reached the cross, he let it dangle between us, turning it between his fingers like he was testing the weight of it. “You hold onto this like it’s gonna save you.” His voice was low, almost thoughtful. “But we both know it ain’t the thing you call on when you’re feelin’ lost, is it?”

My breath hitched. “I don't—” He tugged just enough to make the chain pull against the back of my neck, just enough to make me step forward, close enough that the heat of him pressed into me.

“You call me,” he murmured, his breath warm against my cheek. “You let me in. You patch me up. You tell me where to find the men who need killin’—and you never ask what I do after.” His fingers skimmed my collarbone, tracing the chain, the bare skin beneath it. My pulse pounded against his touch. “You wanna tell me that’s just charity, angel?” His lips almost brushed my ear, his voice rough and knowing. “That this is just helpin’ out a lost soul?” I swallowed hard, but it didn’t stop the heat pooling in my stomach, didn’t stop the way my fingers curled into the fabric of his jacket. I hated the way my body betrayed me, how the fire he lit in me had nothing to do with righteousness and everything to do with something darker. Something I wasn’t supposed to want. Carnal, suppressed and utterly sinful. His hand slid lower, settling at the small of my back. Firm. Claiming. “Go on,” he rasped, a dark edge of amusement in his voice. “Tell me to stop.”

Instead I pull him in, unable to resist him any longer. All of those moments where he came in covered in blood, smelling of sweat and metal, they did more for me than I could readily admit. Those dark eyes staring up at me with what I wished was reverence. I wondered what those same eyes would look like when he buried himself between my thighs. When I kiss him, he tastes like cigarettes and sin. Like every bad decision I swore I’d never make. But here I am, making it anyway. It’s desperate, needy, a confession without words, a plea I don’t dare speak aloud. Frank groans against my lips, deep and guttural, before pulling away just enough to bury his face in my neck. His teeth graze my skin, sharp enough to make me gasp. I know I shouldn’t let him, shouldn’t want this, but when his tongue soothes the spot where he nipped, my hands tighten in his shirt, holding him there. His hands roam lower, rough fingertips tracing over my hips, squeezing, grounding me. Then they slide back up, slipping under my blouse, fingers splayed wide as he palms my bare skin. My stomach quivers under his touch, nerves, anticipation, something too big to name. This is Frank Castle. A man who kills with his bare hands. A man soaked in blood and vengeance. And yet, those same hands, capable of so much destruction, are careful now, stroking my trembling stomach like I might break under him.

I must look uncertain, because he watches me for a long, quiet moment, thumb dragging idly across my ribs. Then, low and rough, he asks, “You scared of me, angel?”

I should be.

But I shake my head. “No.”

He hums, amused, his fingers flexing against my skin. “That so?” His lips brush my jaw, his voice dropping. “Then why’re you shakin’?”

I swallow, but he doesn’t let me answer. His hands move higher, sliding over the swell of my ribs, his thumbs just skimming the underside of my breasts. My breath catches, and he smirks like he can feel it. Like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

"Not scared," he muses, mouth teasing over my pulse. "Just desperate, huh?" I want to deny it, to hold onto some sliver of righteousness, but when he pushes my blouse up and his mouth replaces his hands, dragging hot, open-mouthed kisses down my stomach, I lose the ability to think, much less lie.

And then he kneels, settling between my thighs like a man at the altar, all I can do is stare down at him, breathless, as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of my skirt and murmurs—

“Hope you're ready to repent, angel. Cause after I'm done with you, you're gonna have a lot to answer for.” He pulls my skirt over his head and disappears, I can feel his breath on my inner thighs. I shiver at the foreign feeling, no one had ever been this close to me, this intimate. I feel one of his fingers slip past the cotton barrier of my panties and pull them to the side. I grab for anything to keep me from slipping and falling and can't find anything. My hands are clammy and my nails are scraping at the wood of the desk. My legs are shaky and he hasn't even touched me yet. It’s like he hears my struggle, like he wants me to fall apart before he’s even started. One of his hands reaches up, searching for mine, and the moment I feel his fingers brush against my palm, I latch onto him, squeezing tight. I need something solid, something to ground me, to keep me from unraveling completely. His lips press to my inner thigh, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring the way I tremble beneath him. His breath is warm against my skin, sending a shudder through me that has nothing to do with the cool air of the room. I tighten my grip on his hand, nails biting into his rough skin, but he doesn’t flinch. If anything, he squeezes back, grounding me in a way that feels almost cruel.

"That nervous, huh?" he murmurs, dragging his nose along the sensitive skin just beside where I need him. "Ain't nobody ever touched you like this before?" I shake my head as if he could see me, breath catching in my throat. It’s humiliating, the way he can see right through me, how he knows without me having to say it. He hums like he’s pleased by the answer. Like he already knew. "That why you're shakin'?" His lips brush the inside of my knee before working their way up again, agonizingly slow. “Or is it ‘cause you know damn well you shouldn’t be lettin’ me do this?”

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out the way my body is betraying me. “God, Frank—”

"You prayin’ for me, angel?" His voice is rough, edged with amusement as he slides a single finger up the length of my embarrassingly wet pussy. I gasp, my back arching off the desk as heat floods my body. "Or are you prayin’ for yourself?" He presses another slow, teasing kiss just above where I want him, and I can feel his smirk against my skin. "Go on, then. Say a prayer. Let's see if He’s listenin’." My lips part, but no sound comes out. There’s no prayer in my head, no words that can make sense of the fire burning through me. Frank waits, silent for a moment, like he’s actually giving me the chance to say something—to pull away. I don’t, I cant. And that’s all the permission he needs. His mouth finally closes over me, his tongue pressing against my swollen, sensitive clit and I break. A choked moan rips from my throat, my hand yanking at his grip, but he doesn’t let me go. He holds me there, keeps me grounded as he devours me like he’s been waiting for this all along. I'm holding his hand so hard that it's hurting me. It feels like heaven, the way his tongue caresses my skin. It feels like he's kissing my cunt, the subtle alternating between licking and gentle sucking was short circuiting my brain. His tongue works me open with slow, deliberate strokes, like he’s savoring every little sound I make, every desperate gasp I try to bite back. His grip tightens around my hand, keeping me steady while the rest of me unravels. I feel his stubble scrape against my inner thighs as he shifts.

"Feels good, don’t it?" His voice is muffled, lips still against me, teasing, tormenting. He knows the answer—he just wants to hear me say it. I shake my head, a last, feeble protest, but Frank just chuckles, a dark, satisfied sound that sends a shiver up my spine. "Lyin’ in the middle of all this?" His tongue flicks over the most sensitive part of me, and I cry out, my nails digging into his hand. "That’s a sin too, y’know." His words burn through me almost as much as his touch, the weight of them pressing heavy on my chest. He’s right. I’m lying—to him, to myself. I do like this. I need this. He hums, pleased, like he can feel the moment I finally stop fighting it. He slides a single thick finger inside me, slow and unrelenting, and my whole body jerks.

"Fuck—" The word slips out before I can stop it, raw and breathless. Frank stills. Then, slow and taunting, he pulls back just enough to glance up at me from beneath my skirt.

"That come from you, angel?" He smirks, his lips slick, his voice nothing short of wicked. "Or you got the Holy Ghost in you right now?" Shame should drown me. It should pull me under, should have me covering my mouth, pushing him away. But all I feel is the throbbing of my needy pussy clenching around what little bit of probing stimulation he decided to give. His finger curls inside me, dragging a whining moan from my lips, and his smirk deepens. "That’s what I thought."

Then he’s on me again, his mouth and fingers working in tandem, pushing me closer and closer. I had wanted to be a smartass, to say something, anything. But I couldn't think especially as he added a second finger. He laces our fingers together and in all honesty it felt sorta romantic. My fingers weaved into his hair and pushed him harder into my cunt. I arched into the pleasure, grinding forward. “F-frank…ah yes…” I gasped and whimpered as I now frantically fucked his face. His nose and tongue worked to stimulate my clit while his two thick fingers pumped and curled into me. I felt myself getting closer and I yanked at him pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my stomach, my body teetering on the edge of something too big, too overwhelming. My nails dig into Frank’s hand, my breaths coming out in uneven gasps. I can feel it—feel myself slipping. And that’s when the fear sets in. Not of him. Not of the way he’s touching me. But of what happens when I let go.

My pulse pounds in my ears. This isn’t just giving in—it’s surrender. Total surrender. And if I let him pull me under, if I let him take me apart like this, there’s no pretending it didn’t happen. No prayer can rewrite it, no whispered forgive me can make this anything but what it is…me wanting this. The realization hits like a bolt of lightning, and suddenly, I’m gasping, pulling at his hand, pushing at his shoulder.

“Wait—stop.” Frank stills immediately. For a moment, the only sound is my own ragged breathing. His fingers don’t move, his mouth hovers just shy of my skin, warm breath fanning over me. Then, slowly, he pulls back, dragging my skirt down as he settles back on his heels. His eyes are dark, unreadable as he watches me.

“You sure?” His voice is rough, lower than before, but there’s no anger, no frustration. Just that same steady control, the same unshakable presence.

I nod, swallowing hard. “I—I just…” My words falter. I don’t know how to explain it. Frank exhales through his nose, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand. Then he lets go.

“Alright,” he says simply. No mocking, no pushing, no bitterness. Just… alright. That should make me feel better. It should ease the guilt pressing down on my chest. So why do I already miss the way his fingers felt inside of me, the way his tongue teased every inch of my sensitive flesh. My breath is still uneven, my skin still burning where he touched me, but my mind screams at me to stop—to think. Frank doesn’t push. He just watches me, eyes dark and patient, his chest rising and falling with steady control. He’s giving me an out. If I walk away now, he won’t stop me. But I don’t want an out. I don’t want to pretend this isn’t happening. I don’t want to lie to myself anymore.

So I move. I grab his face in both hands and pull him up to me, crashing my lips against his like I’ve already made peace with my damnation. I can taste myself on his tongue and I couldn't help but to moan, this felt filthy and sacrilegious but I could only think of my own pleasure. Frank groans into the kiss, deep and satisfied, like he knew I’d come back to him. His hands are on me again, firm and sure, like he never really let me go.

“This what you want?” His voice is rough against my lips, his fingers digging into my hips. “Tell me, angel. I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” I breathe, my hands fisting the front of his shirt. “I want this. I want you.” Something in him snaps. His mouth is back on mine, hungrier this time, teeth catching my bottom lip as he hoists me onto the desk. His hands push my thighs apart, his body pressing between them, solid and burning-hot.

“You better mean that,” he growls against my skin, dragging his lips down my throat. “Ain’t gonna stop this time.”

“I don’t want you to,” I confess, tilting my head back as his teeth scrape over my pulse. The last of my restraint crumbles. There’s no more fear, no more guilt—only the raw, aching need for him. Frank doesn’t waste time. The second the last of my hesitation melts away, he’s got his hands on me, rough and sure, grabbing, pulling, taking. His lips crash into mine, swallowing my gasp as his fingers curl around the front of my blouse.

"Hope you weren’t too attached to this, angel." I barely register his words before—rip. The fabric tears apart like paper, buttons popping and scattering across the floor. My cross necklace dangles between us, swaying slightly, catching the dim light as Frank pulls back just enough to glance down at it. His lips curl, amused. "Still wearin’ this, huh?" He drags the chain between his fingers, letting the gold glide over my flushed skin. "Gotta say—little late to be lookin’ for salvation."

I don’t get a chance to respond before his hands are on me again, shoving my torn blouse from my shoulders, making quick work of my bra. The moment I’m bared to him, his breath hitches, his pupils blown wide as he drinks me in. "Fuckin’ beautiful," he mutters, mostly to himself, before he dips his head, lips hot and hungry against my collarbone. I don’t have time to revel in it before I get my hands on him, tugging at the hem of his shirt. It’s damp with sweat and clings to him like a second skin, but I don’t care—I just need it off

"Jesus, Frank—"

He laughs, low and dark, breaking away just long enough to yank the shirt over his head. "Pretty sure He ain’t listenin’ right now, sweetheart."

I barely get a second to appreciate the sight of him, all muscle and scars, before my hands are at his belt, fumbling with the worn leather. He watches me, letting me struggle for a beat before his much steadier hands push mine aside. "Impatient, huh?" His smirk is wicked as he unbuckles it himself, popping the button on his jeans, dragging the zipper down slow enough to make me whine. I don’t think—I just pull, yanking his jeans and boxers down in one go, my breath catching at the sheer size of him. Frank catches my expression and chuckles, stepping out of the last of his clothes before tugging at my skirt. "That nervous, angel?" He fists the fabric, starting to drag it down. "Ain’t too late to back out."

I shake my head so fast it almost makes me dizzy. "No. I need you.” His eyes darken, the last thread of restraint snapping as he shoves my skirt and panties down, leaving me bare before him. And when he steps between my legs again, hands gripping my thighs, body pressing flush against mine, I know…this sin feels heavenly. I can feel the tip of his cock prodding at me, patiently waiting for me to beg. He wanted to hear me plead with him to be ruined, defiled. I pull him down for another kiss and whisper against his lips, “Fuck me Frank, ruin me please…”

“It's gonna hurt.” He warns. I shake my head.

"I'm not so innocent Castle, women have needs.” I groan, wrapping my legs around his hips to pull him closer, his cock slipping inside me, enveloping him in throbbing, needy heat. He lets out a grunt and grabs my hips.

“Mm really now?” I nod and smile, nipping at his neck. I wanted to leave marks on his skin, hickeys that prove that he had been with me. Something he couldn't ignore.

“I'll tell ya, the real thing is a hell of alot better.” I say honestly. He pushes as far as he can causing me to gasp. His thick cock stretching me almost painfully. He sets a slow but aggressive pace at first, dragging his cock out slowly before a quick snap of his hips drives it back into me. I threw my arms around his neck, whimpering loudly at every thrust that hit that sweet spot inside of me. Angled perfectly, whether by accident or on purpose he was hitting it so good I couldn't speak. I sounded like an animal, reduced to groans and whines. “Ah, ngh, fuck-oh god!! Frank!” He sped up, keeping the same aggressive pattern. I throw my head back and he leans forward nipping and sucking at my neck. Earlier I would've swatted him away and told him no but now…fuck it. Concealer exists for a reason right?

As he growled into my neck and violently held onto me I could feel the cross necklace bouncing on my chest. I gripped onto it with one shaky hand, while the other held onto the back of his neck. He looked down at it and groaned, biting into my neck again harsher this time.

“You gonna confess this at church on Sunday? Gonna tell the preacher how you let the devil get ahold of ya?” I gripped it tighter, I didn't want a reminder, no salvation, no guilt. I only wanted to be his. So, in a moment of ecstasy and clarity I rip it away from me breaking the chain, letting it drop to the floor. “Mhm, atta girl. That's what I thought.” He praised, pulling back. I let out what sounded like a sob as I was suddenly empty. Was he trying to be mean? My nails were digging into his shoulders now, and I rolled my hips. Desperate to get him back. He grips my hips harder and flips me quickly. My palms slam onto the table to keep me from slamming my face against it.

“Frank I-” I attempt to protest but he quickly shushes me. Frank’s grip tightens on my hips, his pace teasing. Dragging it out just to watch me squirm. I arch my back, pressing into him, trying to get more, but he holds me there, keeping me right on the edge.

He leans in, his chest flush against my back, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. “Shh shh. You know,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with amusement, “for someone who acts so damn pure… you sure don’t mind lettin’ me fuck you like this.” A flush burns across my skin, shame and arousal tangling together until I can’t tell the difference. Frank chuckles, feeling the way I shiver beneath him. “Bet you like it,” he continues, his hands trailing up my back before gripping my hips again. “Gettin’ bent over like a whore.” I whimper, my nails scraping against the desk when he suddenly slaps my ass causing me to yelp and push back, pushing his cock deeper. “You could’ve asked me to make love to you, angel.” His next thrust is deep, deliberate, making me cry out. “Could’ve had me takin’ you all slow and sweet.” His teeth graze my shoulder, and I swear I hear him smirk. “But no… you wanted this.” He punctuates his words with another sharp thrust, knocking the breath from my lungs. He threads his fingers through my hair and sharply yanks me back. Now I was bent to the point of almost breaking. My ass was still up, legs spread for him, my back arched so deeply. With the way he pulled me, my lower half was dipped and my upper half strained, arms shaking trying to keep my body up. “Cmon, say you like bein’ fucked like this.”

“I-I love it…I'm a filthy little whore.” I whine out, pain blending with pleasure. He drops his hold on my hair and grabs my arms, one massive hand wraps around my wrists and pulls. Now he had my arms pinned behind my back and stretched.

��Think you can still walk into church after how I'm fucking you?” He asks. I shake my head.

“N-no sir…” Frank’s pace turns brutal, his grip tightening on my hips like he owns me, like I belong to him in this moment. The desk creaks under my weight, he’s got me exactly where he wants me, pushing me further and further until I feel like I’m going to break.

“You feel that?” His voice is rough, breath hot against my ear. “The way you’re clenchin’ around me? Like you don’t want this to stop?” I nod my head, whimpering, but that’s not enough for him.

“Say it.” His hand slides up, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling just enough to make me gasp “Say you fuckin’ love this.” My breath stutters, as I repeat myself.

“I love it,” I whisper, my voice shaking. Frank growls low in his throat, satisfied. “That’s my girl.” His thrusts turn relentless, punishing, dragging me right to the edge. My thighs tremble, the heat in my core tightening until it’s too much, and when his fingers slip between my legs, pressing exactly where I need him, circling my clit, I snap. A broken moan rips from my lips as my body tightens around him, pleasure crashing over me so hard I nearly collapse against the desk. His name falling from my lips repeatedly. My breath is ragged, my vision hazy, but Frank doesn’t stop, not yet.

“Good girl,” he rasps, his movements turning erratic, desperate. “Fuck—” And then he pulls out, his grip still firm on my waist as hot ropes of his release paint my lower back. He groans, his fingers flexing against my skin, holding me there as he rides it out. For a long moment, there’s nothing but our heavy breathing, the weight of what just happened pressing down on us.

Frank steps back, and the cool air hits my skin, making me shiver. I shift slightly, and that’s when I feel it—the mess he left on my back. Sticky. Warm. Everywhere. I groan, letting my forehead drop onto the desk. “Frank.”

He hums, and I hear him rummaging around behind me. “Yeah, angel?” I don’t dignify him with a response, just lift a shaky hand and gesture vaguely at myself. He chuckles, the sound deep and satisfied. “Made you a mess, huh?” His voice is thick with amusement, and I don’t have to look at him to know he’s got that smug smirk on his face. I make a noise of frustration, and finally, I feel something warm and damp against my skin. He’s found a rag, wiping me down with surprisingly gentle strokes. The contrast between his touch now and the way he handled me just minutes ago makes my stomach tighten all over again. He finishes, tossing the rag somewhere, and then his hands are on me again—one sliding up my spine, the other gripping my waist. A rough kiss lands between my shoulder blades, and I close my eyes for a moment, just breathing him in. I sit up slowly, my body still humming from everything we just did. My breath is unsteady, my limbs heavy, but it’s the golden cross lying on the floor that catches my eye first. The chain is broken, the small pendant reflecting the dim light of the room.

I reach for it, my fingers ghosting over the cool metal, and a strange feeling twists in my stomach—something between guilt and exhilaration. Behind me, I hear the quiet rustle of fabric.

“Don’t tell me you regret it.”

Frank’s voice is low, rough, but there’s something else underneath it, something uncertain. I glance up to find him watching me as he pulls his shirt back on, his movements slower than usual. His dark eyes flick between my face and the necklace in my hand, his expression unreadable, but the way his jaw tightens tells me more than he probably wants to admit.

He thinks I regret this. The thought alone makes my chest ache. I shake my head, my lips curling into a soft, breathless smile. “Never.” His stance shifts slightly, that tension in his shoulders easing just a little, and something warm flickers in his gaze, relief, maybe. He steps closer, reaching down, and his rough fingers brush over my knuckles before plucking the necklace from my palm. He studies it for a moment, rolling the broken chain between his fingertips, then lifts his eyes back to mine.

“Guess you’re gonna need a new one,” he murmurs.

I tilt my head, still smiling. “I'm not so sure.” Frank huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head, then leans in, pressing a kiss to my temple. It’s a fleeting thing, barely there, but it lingers long after he pulls away. And as I watch him finish dressing, the broken cross still warm in my palm, I know one thing for certain, whatever this is between us, whatever it’s turning into… I’m not letting it go.

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The next time I see him, I almost don’t recognize him. Frank Castle, the man who had torn me apart on this very desk, stands in the doorway of the shelter looking… hesitant. He’s not covered in blood or sweat, not moving like a man on a mission. If anything, he looks almost unsure of himself. His hands are in his pockets, his jaw tight, and for once, he’s not staring at me like he’s already decided how this is going to go. I raise a brow, taking another slow bite of the apple in my hand, the crisp sound filling the quiet space between us. His eyes flick to my lips, watching as I chew, and I swear I see his throat bob as he swallows.

“Didn’t think I’d see you again so soon,” I say, leaning against the desk—the same one he had me bent over last time. The thought sends a heat through me, but I keep my expression even.

Frank exhales through his nose, shaking his head slightly. “Yeah, well.” He rubs the back of his neck, looking almost shy if I didn’t know him better. “Ain’t here for trouble this time.”

I smirk, taking another bite of the apple. “No?”

His lips twitch like he wants to smile but won’t let himself. “Nah.” He glances away for a second, then looks back at me, something serious in his gaze. “Was thinkin’ maybe… we could get dinner.”

The apple pauses halfway to my lips.

I blink. “Dinner?”

Frank nods, shifting his weight like he’s bracing for a hit. “Yeah. Y’know, sit down, talk. Like normal people do.” Something warm spreads in my chest. I let the moment stretch, watching him squirm just a little, enjoying the way the great Frank Castle—the Punisher—looks like he might actually be nervous waiting for my answer. I pop the last bite of apple into my mouth and toss the core into the trash, dusting off my hands. Then I take a step closer, tilting my head.

“Are we normal people, Frank?”

He exhales sharply, a small, almost self-deprecating chuckle escaping him. “Nah.” His voice dips lower, rougher. “But we can try, can’t we?”

I smile. And this time, I don’t hesitate. “Yeah,” I say softly. “We can try.”

#frank castle #frank castle smut #smut #n$fw #religious imagery #fluff #marvel smut #female reader

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manmuncher777 · 11 months ago

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✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Aemond Targaryen x Wife!reader ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 - 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝

𝐌𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠!!!!

The buckles of his leather riding gear jingled gently with every step that the young prince took. the sound reminding him that his duties had forced him to put on the cursed outfit and leave you this morning. His pace was fast, trying to keep up with the need to see you. He’d needed you right now. This is one of those times when you are the only one who is able to calm him, not riding vhagar, not training with cole. He just needed your touch.

If he had to sit through another small council meeting with those fools he was sure that he was going to explode, they were so unbelievably stupid. Catering to his brother and his foolish wants. He could never understand how anyone could see him as king. His mind raced with frustrations of the day, not allowing him to relax. He paced through the halls of the castle, a small breath releasing from him when he finally comes across the door to your shared chambers. He just hoped you were in there

His slender hands knock a few times before slowly pushing open the wooden structure, he looked in to see you. His beautiful wife. There you were, sat so perfectly at your vanity, brushing your silk hair, your deft fingers working any tangles the day had made out of your locks. Your eyes flutter as you look at Aemond through the mirror, a delicate smile gracing your features. “hello husband”

He looks and feels relieved when he sees you, like a weight was already being removed from him, slowly he took a few steps into your dimly lit chambers. It was like you had charmed him, all he ever wanted to do was watch you. He stared shamelessly as you stood in your nightgown, making your way over to him; bare feet gently padding against the stone flooring.

Every worry that was previously on his mind now disappeared as he watched you, gods you were beautiful. You were not from this earth for that Aemond could be sure.

“Hello wife” he whispered to you gently as you stood in front of him, his frame looming over yours. His black leathers a stark contrast to your pale nightgown.

It was like you knew without him ever having to say anything, you took his large hand in yours leading him over to the side of the bed, sitting him there while you unbuckled his shoes first, helping him remove them before starting on the rest of his clothing until he was left in nothing but his linens. The candle light illuminated him so perfectly you thought. You never understood how you were lucky enough to have married a dragon.

You stared at him for a moment admiring how his beautiful hair framed his face so delicately, how the scar on his eye did not take away from his looks, but added to them. Added a sense of mystery and intrigue. It was only on nights like this that he would remove his eyepatch and allow you to see him. Slowly your lifted one of your hands to his face, thumb running over the strap of the patch gently, a silent beg for his permission to remove it. He nodded gently, and your fingers pulled it away gently, setting it aside before looking at him again. He was not from this earth you could be sure. The sapphire eye glistened in the candle light, the orange of the flame bouncing off of the surface. Ever since the first time Aemond allowed you to view his scar, sapphire had become your favourite gemstone, all of your jewellery incorporating it one way or another.

You were sat on the floor I between his legs as he sat above you on the bed, one of his hand caressing your face lightly, thumb running over your lips. He missed their feel yet it was only that morning you had kissed him goodbye. He pulled you up, onto the bed swiftly. His hunger taking over him now.

He had you on your back now, his strong arms framing the sides of your face as he kept himself hovering above you, his lips ensaring yours in a searing kiss. Your tongues danced with each other, relishing in the intimacy of the moment. His body now pushing into yous, moulding with yours. You two were one of the same, two half’s of a whole and he knew this. Your delicate fingers now lustful as you grabbed at the back of his shirt, tugging at It as small whimpers left your mouth, begging for it to be removed. A light chuckle left your husbands mouth as he released from the kiss to remove his shirt, throwing it across. “Patience little one”

his fingers trailed up your thighs, tracing the smooth curve of your flesh. The flesh he had gripped so lustfully many times before, flesh that held the memory of every encounter the two of you have had together. He loved how well your skin took to all the marks he left. For days after he would still be able to see what he had done to you, bite marks, love bites, bruises and gentle scratches from his blade. Your obedience knew no bounds, how willing you were to let him have his way with you. That’s why he loved you so much. You had the perfect dynamic between you.

The further up his hands moved, they caught the fabric of your sheer nightgown. Slowly bringing up your body, revealing your woman hood, then your breasts before it was also thrown across the room somewhere.

A slight gasp left your mouth due to the chill of the night air, and Aemond’s eyes darkened as he watched your nipples harden in the cold air, he bent down slowly taking one of the buds in his mouth. His hands gripping at your breasts softly, massaging the skin. Your hands resting on your husbands head, who’s toungue was rolling over your sensitive nipple. The soft licks making you squirm under him, breathy whimpers leaving your throat as you feel the slick growing between your legs. Your husband must have been aware of this too as you feel his fingers tracing over your heat. Every now and then swiping through your folds. Your hips bucking as you feel him shadowing over your clit, denying the sensitive bud the attention it craves. Your skin blazing with goosebumps, no longer due to the temperature of the room, but the reaction your husbands touch inflicted on you. It was as if every sense you had was heightened. You were made to feel his touch. “oh my lady, who has gotten you all worked up?” The smugness radiating off of him, you didn’t even need to be looking at home to know he was smirking. He removed himself from your breasts now, focusing his attention on your dripping cunt that his fingers were teasing the entrance of.

“you, my lord” you whispered out, your voice reduced now to a pathetic moan, you didn’t even bother to hide the effect he had on you.

A slight chuckle left his body at your eager answer before he finally granted himself the pleasure of delving into your tight cunt, his finger stretching you open so deliciously, prepping you for what was to come. Instinctively one of your hands flew to your husbands forearm, trying to slow his relentless pace. Your attempts were futile as the waves of pleasure took over you body. Despite biting your lips, there was no silencing the moans leaving your mouth, your husband knew exactly how you worked, and he knew exactly how to leave you screaming for more. He watched with a blaze in his stare as you eyes drift shut, your eyebrows knit together and your mouth hung slightly open.

His cock strained against the linens he wore. Feeling you wrapped so tightly around his fingers was sending him crazy, gods only know how he will react when I he finally gets his cock inside you. He can see in your movements that you were close to finishing, but on this particular evening, he only wants you finishing on his cock. Gently he removes his fingers from you cunt, a small pout replacing you euphoric features as he rids you of your climax. Your sulking soon cut-short by an imperious look from Aemond, daring you to misbehave over this.

HIs fingers, still glistening with your wetness move quickly to remove the final peace of clothing preventing him from ravaging you. Thrown once more are the linen trousers before Aemond is on top of you one more, lining his hard cock up with your entrance.

Your eyes flutter to shut once more as you await the pleasure your about to experience, but your husband doesn’t enter you, instead you feel a hand resting around your throat, fingers squeezing oh so gently at you.

“eyes on me, wife”

Obeying your husbands command, your eyes open to meet his, the sight of your husband on top of you was almost too much to bear; in the moment, he entered you the hilt swiftly. Both of you simultaneously letting out a moan.

Every time Aemond fucked you it was like the first time, that slightly burn at being so full was a feeling you soon grew to love. A reminder that your husbands cock was the only cock you would ever need. after what felt like an eternity had passed, Aemond’s hips began to rock back and forth, he loved to start of gently, allowing you to get used to his size before he fully had his way with you. Already you were moaning like a whore that belonged on the streets of silk, but you did not care. You had to let your husband know what a good job he was doing at pleasing you.

His grip still around your throat now tightened slightly with his movements. You couldn’t take your eyes off of the prince, your dragon. His hair sparkled in the candle light as he pristine into you now, his paced quickening, his thrusts becoming stronger. All of the hunger he had felt throughout the day was now being conveyed through his fucking. All the pent up stress, all of the hours spent missing you he could now show you.

His cock glided in and out of your walls with such an ease, you were soaked for your husband. Guttural moans left Aemond’s chest every, the sound of your skin meeting his echoed from the walls of your chambers. You struggled to follow the command to keep your eyes on him for all you wanted to do was let them roll back, let them close with the pleasure he was giving you. Your body felt like it was on fire, perhaps it was rather fitting as you were fucking a dragon. All you were able to do was lay there and take it, but you certainly were bothered by that.

“such a good little wife for me, taking my cock so well” Aemond grunted into you ear, knowing what his voice did to you when you were like this.

“Aemond, my lord please!” you cried out, a moan leaving you with every harsh thrust he delivered. You were quite sure for what you were begging, but all you knew is that you didn’t want this feeling to end

“please what? my love”

‘More Aemond, please” Your mind slowly melting now, that was the effect Aemond would often have on you, to the point where all you could do was beg. your climax rising from your belly, you knew you wouldnt be able to hold on much longer

“such a greedy thing you are wife” He mocked from above you, giving into your request. His hand leaving your throat, however your gaze never faltering from his. His fingers now gracing your swollen clit, moving over in quick circles, pushing you even closer to your edge. Aemond could read it in your face he knew you so well. Focusing now on getting you to cum was all he needed. he didn’t care about his own release - despite how divine your cunt felt squeezing him just right.

HIs fingers never slowed as your hips chased your high

“That’s it my love, cum for me” hy is voice rung lowly in your ears, and his gentle encouragement was all you needed to feel yourself rolling over the edge of euphoria. For that brief moment you allow your eyes to fall shut as your body tightens, your legs stretching out as you scream aemonds nam. HE watched in awe as pleasure was all he could see on your face. His movements never stopping, carrying you through every second of your high and finally delivering him to his own

You tightened around him so perfectly as you came in caused Aemond release, hips stuttering as he grunted out your name. He pushed himself deep inside you, spilling his hot seed. Thick ropes of his cum filled you and in that moment you had never been happier.

contented sighs leave both of your lips as your lie with each other, Aemond’s body resting ontop of yours, glistening slightly with the sheen of sweat you both had gained from your activities

#aemond fanfiction #aemond smut #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen smut #aemond x reader #aemond fic #hotd aemond #aemond x you #hotd smut #house of the dragon

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fluffylino · 2 years ago

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boypussy!hyunjin pt 2

eating your pretty boyfriend out while he's asleep~

-contains mature themes.

the boy looked so surreal. his chest rising and falling so naturally. hyunjin was so deep in sleep, he had not even woken up at the sound of the bathroom door creaking open as you came out.

it was still dark. you looked outside. it was raining heavily. lightning and thunder lighting up the sky every few minutes. rain in november? well that was new. maybe winter was finally setting in.

you squinted, trying to read the time on the clock.

6.45 am

no wonder it was still dark. the temperature had dropped. you were feeling colder than usual.

you leaned against the windowsill, enjoying the fresh smell of mud and the sound of rain.

hyunjin was so out. he had a tough day before. dancing and reviewing his steps till he finally couldn't. you pitied him. he was all bundled up in the sheets, his white tshirt crinkled up.

just as you were about to lie back down beside him, you froze. was he whimpering?

"oh my poor hyunjinnie" you whispered to yourself. you brushed his messy hair out of his face, a smile blossoming on your face.

"should i give you a nice reward?" you said, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.

he didn't move, clearly still asleep.

you pulled his pants down slowly, noticing the wet patch on his underwear.

"oh so you're wearing the new panties i bought you" your heart swelled. the pretty little yellow bow, matched him so well. you remembered how he kept saying he wouldn't wear it and would prefer wearing his boxers.

you couldn't help it as you pressed your nose against his heat, inhaling deeply, at his scent.

you slid the piece of clothing off, just enough. his cunt exposed. puffy. leaking. begging to be played with.

"you have such a pretty pussy, hyunjinnie" you mumbled. deep down wishing yours looked as beautiful. everything about him was perfect. from his personality to here. your sleepiness temporary leaving you.

poking and prodding at his swollen lips. you could make out the way his muscles clenched and spasmed.

waiting. waiting to be touched.

you ran your tongue against him, all the way up to his clit. his wetness coating your tastebuds.

fuck he was delicious. you sucked on his clit, getting surprised when he began to stir in his sleep.

a whine leaving him. had he woken up? for a second you looked up, realising he was still fast asleep. mouth slightly parted.

you blew on his pussy, loving the way the boy let out another sound. you slipped your tongue into him, moaning at how hot he was. essence leaking out of him in copious amounts. shit you had never seen him so wet. he was dripping down onto the sheets. you slurped it up. not caring at how loud you were being.

"m-mommy ahh-" his morning voice startled you. his voice starting out deep until it turned whiny and breathy as you moved your tongue inside of him. fucking him good. you lifted your head.

"mommy?" you repeated after him in surprise.

"what happened to you wanting to be dominant?" hyunjin hid his face in the blanket covering him. eyes barely open.

"that was when you had a dick hm? when you have a pussy then its mommy who has to take care of you" you teased.

however he was too precious. you couldn't tease him anymore. he was your precious baby. all he wanted was you filling him up. letting you use his cunt for whatever you wanted.

"uhhgh mm-mh" strangled pleas leaving him. it made your stomach do summersalts.

hyunjin was so sensitive in this state. even more so, since he was asleep not even a few minutes ago. a high pitched moan echoed throughout the room when you shoved his legs apart, a cold breeze happening to blow in at the right moment.

he shivered. voice getting stuck in his throat.

"mommy's gonna eat you out. go back to sleep honey"

you waited for him to respond. yet he didn't. you slapped his cunt. hyunjin wailed, trying to move away from you and your dangerous touch.

"hng-nngh a-aah" he moaned out, trying to close his legs around your head when you began to rub his clit in circular motions, all while you shoved your tongue up his pussy.

he was panting, mouth parted and eyes shut.

for some reason your mind went back to when he had made you get on your knees for him. fucking your mouth like you were his toy. it was a stark contrast to what was happening now. you whined. you wanted him in you. you wanted him to fuck you and fill you to the brim. it had been 4 days.

4 whole days since he had magically got a pussy.

you'd never forget this. you could feel him everywhere. you could smell him over the rain. you could taste him.

"i promise ill g-give it all back to you, my love" he let out, quietly

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sh1-n0bu · 2 years ago

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𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 3: toys with xiao from genshin impact

warnings: usage of toys, dacryphillia, sensitive xiao, overstimulation, praise and degrading, multiple orgasm

notes: aiyaaaaa someone send me horni ideas to turn into my kinktober ones or ones that i could brainrot and eventually turn into a fic one

xiao has always put his duties as a yaksha beforehand everything else. even his own needs and desires that rarely tend to show in the form of a small, barely noticeable bulge forming in his pants.

however, that problem had became more frequent lately and it’s all because of you, his one hell of a tease lover.

xiao had never thought of himself to ever be able to become turned on or horny as you put it. or even count himself as one to frequently palm his hardened cock through his pants where a small wet patch was growing slowly but steadily as he remembers how you fucked him so good the night before. or just recalling the words you muttered to him were enough to make his small cock stand up again as if begging for you.

the yaksha had also never thought of himself as the person to fall in love with an absolute pervert.

“darling~ guess what i bought today from that store?!”

ah yes. speak of the devil and they shall appear. never would have xiao thought of calling his lover the devil yet here you were, proudly holding up a bag of another sexual toys you’ve wanted to try on your inexperienced lover. you weren’t that much experienced either but you just loved to see the cruel and calculated yaksha turn into a common brothel whore.

two bullet vibrators taped to his hardened nipples, already on and turned to the lowest degree and yet he can already feel his chest feeling heavy as if about to lactate. xiao never tried such sexual activities before, he’s not used to such feelings or desires!

clenching his teeth again, xiao comes over the wand vibrator held over the drooling slit of his cock again for the nth time that night. gods, he felt so overstimulated. there were tears running down his cheeks, legs struggling to stay open the more you coo soft words of comfort and degrading nicknames as your hand twirls the vibrator around his cockhead, stimulating him more and more.

“guuhnn—! [na-name]!! slow—! unngya♡︎! slower!” the little yaksha in your hold arms squeals loudly like a girl, voice coming out all high-pitched and embarrassed. he said he wants the vibrator’s setting to be on the lower, but any lower and it would just turn off. and when you do comply to his wishes and turn it off, the immortal would keen loudly and buck his hips in your grasp with a fussy whine.

how unpredictable and… you would daresay, annoying.

“xiao-xiao… you need to be a good slut for me and keep it together! you can take a few more rounds. you’ve done it before” he can briefly hear your words in his mush of a brain. struggling to comprehend your words but when he does, he ends up cumming all over the vibrator again with a loud shrill moan.

“o-oohmp! okay!! okay♡︎ okayhhh—! i’ll… i’ll be a good slu-ungh! ungh! gcckk♡︎♡︎!!” nodding eagerly with a dumb slurred speech, xiao agrees to keep up with your sexual torture for longer.

he can do it. xiao can be your good slut. yours and no one else’s. he’s done it before, he had taken your many hours of vibrator torture before, he can do it now too!

by now, the yaksha had forgotten about everything except the feeling of the vibrators buzzing away on his sensitive places. duties of cleansing the land, hunting down remnants of old gods, his usually stoic nature. all of it were thrown out the window the moment the two small vibrators were taped to his chest, buzzing away and stimulating him.

poor xiao, unable to think. just moaning and squealing in delight as he comes over and over again. so many times to the point that now he was starting to shoot blanks on your hand.

such a sweet thing. not knowing that your little perverted games are only beginning.

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tinylilacbun · 4 months ago

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School Fights

Pairing: brother!rafe cameron x teen!sister!reader

Warnings: reader getting into fights, arguing, angst, set in s4, mentions of ward being dead, fluff at the end

͝ ⏝𝅄︶ ͝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ͝ ︶𝅄⏝ ͝ ͝ ⏝𝅄︶ ͝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ͝ 𝅄

Rafe's on his way towards your school, again, this is the third time this month that the principal has called him because you got into another fight.

Ever since Ward died, Rafe took it upon himself to take care of you since you didn't want to stay with Rose and leave the island you grew up on behind but boy, he really didn't expect that taking care of a teenager would be this exhausting.

You kind of remember him of himself when he was around your age, which scares him sometimes, because he made stupid decisions and even more reckless stuff.

He couldn't say no when you somehow managed to come back to Kildare all on your own from Guadaloupe, standing in front of him sobbing and begging him to let you stay with him, saying that you miss him and everything.

Now it's been a while and things have gone smoothly, all until the calls from your principal became more frequent and worse every time.

Arriving in front of the school building he takes a deep breath before climbing out of his car, making his way inside and towards the principal office, the way all too familiar for him by now.

As he opens the door to the office he sighs at seeing you sitting in the seat in front of Miss Tinks desk, your arms crossed over your chest and a faint bruise forming on the corner of your mouth together with a cut on your eyebrow that the school nurse already patched up.

"Mr. Cameron, please take a seat." She greets him, a small professional smile on her face to ease the already growing tension in the room.

"What happened now?" Rafe asks, taking a seat right next to you, reaching out to tuck your hair away to get a proper look at your face but you just turn your head from his reach.

"Well, there's been a little altercation between Y/N and some other students during lunch break." Your principal starts to explain everything, that you lashed out at two other girls for reasons you wouldn't tell her yet as you knew it wouldn't change a thing.

"A'ight, we'll- I'll talk with her. It won't happen again, I'm sure of it." Rafe says, knowing there's no way in hell that things would change but he has to say something to assure that he's capable to take care of his sister.

"Mr. Cameron, with all due respect. I've been patient for a while now, and I can't let these things slide anymore. Y/N will be suspended for the coming three days. Should things not work out soon I'm forced to take more drastic measures to ensure a healthy learning environment for my students." Miss Tinks states calmly, sliding the paper with your suspension towards your brother.

Rafe clenches his jaw, rubbing a hand over his face before glancing at you, who seems completely unbothered by this whole situation.

"Okay. I'll handle it from here, I apologize on her behalf." Rafe musters up a forced smile as he stands up, shaking your principal's hand goodbye, turning to face you. "Let's go."

You grab your bag and stand up to catch up with your brother, walking silently beside him as you both make your way outside and to his car.

After he slams his door shut he starts the engine, gripping the steering wheel tightly as he wheels onto the road, staring ahead but he's visibly upset, rightfully so.

"What happened?" He asks through gritted teeth and when you don't reply he breathes deeply through his nose.

"Y/N, I'm trying to help here but- but when you don't give me a reasonable explanation I'll ground your ass for a damn month and take away your phone, if that's what you want instead be my guest." He waves his hand.

Again, just silence. He's about to start scolding you again when you mumble something under your breath. "Speak up, kid. I can't understand gibberish."

"You wouldn't understand..." You mutter again, trying not to cry as you feel your eyes well up.

"Then help me. At least try to explain what the hell is going on. I can't change things when you don't talk with me, you know that." He runs a hand over his buzzed head, not used to talks like this with you.

"They all pick on me...e-everyone whispers when I walk past them, saying how Dad's a murderer and that he deserved what happened, t-that you're psychopathic, that Sarah turned into a dirty pogue, telling me that I'll just end up like all of you." You finally ramble out, starting to sniffle as the tears roll down your cheeks.

"I just- I couldn't stand it anymore, hearing all that shit and just snapped. Bitches had it coming ever since I started school again..."

Rafe doesn't say anything for a moment, taking everything in you just said, already preparing himself for the phone call he's gonna have with your principal when he gets home.

How can shit like this just slip past all those teachers? Hell, he's pretty sure he can press charges for the fact his sister gets suspended after getting harassed by fellow students. A healthy learning environment, my ass.

"I...I get it." He finally responds, starting to calm down now that he knows why you've been acting so strange lately. "You just wanted to defend your family name. Guess we got more in common than I thought, huh?"

"You- You're not mad?" You question, wiping the tears from your cheeks subtly.

Rafe scoffs, shaking his head. "Nah, I'm actually proud of you for not only standing up for yourself but also for dad. He wouldn't get it, but I do...hell I understand you more than anyone ever could."

There's some silence after that, both of you processing the depth of the conversation you just had, there's never really been a chance to talk about what's bothering you since you're still partly grieving your father's deaths.

He wasn't the best dad of the world. Everyone knows that, but still, he tried everything to protect all of you and make sure you'll never have to worry about anything in the future 'til his last breath.

"I miss him..." You whisper suddenly, looking down at your bruised knuckles.

"Yeah, me too." Rafe replies with a low voice.

You furrow your brows when you notice that he doesn't turn into the next street towards his house but keeps driving straight ahead.

"Where are we going?"

He simply shrugs, a smirk forming on his face. "I think we both deserve some McDonald's, don't you think?"

You finally start to smile again, a sight that Rafe hasn't been able to witness for a while now. He should have paid more attention to you, having deep talks like this, he's all you got now after all.

#sister!reader #rafe cameron x sister!reader #brother!rafe cameron

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loveshotzz · 2 years ago

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Soooo, I keep wanting to read a smutty blurb/fic on Steve alternating between soft/gentle and hard/fast on female reader during doggy. I’d write it myself but I get too turned on to finish (the story anyway ayyyooo!)

hi bb! i saw your post and it had set my brain into motion and then when i saw you popped it in my requests I got so excited. needed to write something a lil dirty after all the fluff. i hope you like it! ♥️

wc: 1.1k

warnings: 18+, established relationship, unprotected sex, cream pie, spanking, steve’s a little cocky and we’re a little needy.

Steve’s hands keep a tight grip on the soft curve of your hips, the whites of his knuckles showing under tan skin. He’s mesmerized by the dip of your back when it curves to meet his thrust, the fat of your ass rippling against the tops of his hairy thighs.

“So pretty baby, god - so fuckin’ pretty.”

He leans forward, big hands leaving your hips to press down on the mattress next to yours, somehow pushing in deeper, punching a soft gasp from you while your fingers curl tight in the sheets.

Slick skin against slick skin, the sound of how wet you are is almost obscene as it mixes with each of his grunts that fill the quiet of your bedroom. Every slow drag of his cock against the velvet vice grip of your walls has your eyes rolling in the back of your head. His fat tip hitting that spot just right every time.

He keeps his pace slow, each roll of his hips precise in their mission to make you come undone for the second time tonight. The strand of hair he’s always pushing back drips sweat against his forehead while his lips ghost wet kisses along your shoulder blades.

“That where you want me?” He breathes hot against your ear with another short pump, obsessed with the small whine it gets him.

“uh huh” is all you manage to get out when he does it again.

“So good at takin’ all of me honey, always -fuck” he twitches when your walls squeeze at his praise,”always takin’ it all.”

His thrusts stay deep, slow, pointed and the coil that’s been tightening in your gut for what feels like hours starts to get painful. The need for more makes your hips push back before they circle, your arousal coating the dark patch of hair that frames what you’re begging for. Tightening your walls with purpose to antagonize him, the moan he gives you has your lips twist in a smirk.

“What? Am I not giving you enough?” He whispers when he regains control.

The tip of his nose trails along the shell of your ear, hot breath fanning down your neck before he lifts himself back onto his haunches, his hands grabbing greedy at your sides. squeezing, massaging.

Your legs shake when he stretches you out in a different way, your cheek hitting the mattress while your hips push up to try and take more. It was his favorite getting you like this. desperate.

One of his hand drops between your thighs, the pads of his fingers playing messy with your clit while the other restablishes a bruising hold on your plush curves. A soft chuckle leaving him when you gasp at the new sensation, teetering the edge of overstimulation.

“I asked you a question honey, it’s rude not to answer.” He pulls almost all the way out, making you dangerously close to feeling empty before he snaps his hips burying himself to the hilt. He ignores your cry and the way you almost rip the sheets off the mattress, asking again.

“Am I not giving you enough? You gonna tell me what you want?”

The palm of his hand cracks down against the side of your ass, the jiggle of it making him lick his lips. Your walls flutter, pulling him deeper when he rubs the sore spot, grabbing and squeezing at the soft fat to get a better look at how you drip for him.

“f-faster, please” you manage to squeak when his fingers between your legs start moving in more determined circle eights.

“Such a needy girl” He pulls all the way out this time, replacing his fingers on your clit with his leaking tip. He rubs it against your bundle of nerves, your slick making it slide easily from side to side with pointed pressure. It makes your jaw drop, eyes closing tight as you nod in agreement, your hips starting to rock against him with your orgasm dangerously close like this.

It doesn’t take Steve long to notice, his own release begging to come out with yours but he wants to be buried inside you first.

“Not yet.” He tutts, taking the attention from your clit with him, lining back up at your entrance. “Need you to do it on my dick baby, I wanna feel it.”

He doesn’t wait for your response, not that there was one when he stretches you back out again. It stings in a way that has your eyes watering when he’s half way in, your toes curling when his pelvic bone meets your ass cheeks completely buried, almost bullying your cervix.

“Fuck! - Steve!” You pant trying to adjust to his size again, but he barely gives you any recovery time before he’s setting a brutal pace.

“Just giving you what you want honey, this is what you wanted right?” He taunts between gritted teeth, his eyes threatening to hit the back of his skull when you start to meet his thrusts. Insatiable.

The sound of skin slapping against skin battles with the sticky mess of your arousal as he keeps pounding into you, pulling your cheeks apart to watch how you coat him creamy white. You’re close, he can feel it.

“Need you to be a good girl and cum for me.” He grunts, his long fingers finding their way back to your bundle of nerves making you clench hard around him. “Yeah baby, just like that. Come on, I know you wanna give it to me.”

The grip on your hip becomes iron tight as he drives into you relentlessly, the box springs of your mattress squeak while your head board smacks against the wall with each harsh thrust.

“I’m- I’m gonna - god” you moan loudly when he finds the perfect speed between his fingers and the quick rolls of his hips, the coil tightening to it’s limit finally snapping making you see white.

His name comes out in a scream as your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, bringing him to the brink with you. His body goes rigid, cock twitching deep inside of you. A guttural moan escapes somewhere from his chest when he paints your insides, your walls squeezing him so tight it threatens to push him out. He keeps the hold on your hips, making you take all of what he’s giving you before he finally collapses on your back, completely spent.

He leaves sloppy kisses anywhere he can reach, your shoulders, your spine, the back of your neck. Droplets of sweat drip onto your heated skin from his forehead, as he slowly pulls out wincing when he’s finally free. Flopping down on his back after, he doesn’t hesitate to pull you to his chest. He lips feather light on both your cheeks, your nose, and then finally your mouth, chuckling out of breath when you whine puckering for more. His needy girl.

#my writing #requests #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x fem!reader

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strnilolover · 5 months ago

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Oh mah goodness, huge idea

HEAR ME OUTTT

Dealer!Chris and Soft!Reader, alright?

Soft!Reader has been going on, and on, about wanting a kitten, puppy, hamster, just something small, soft and cute!

(Everyone gets fluffy animal fever; it's understandable)

ANYWAY-

Dealer!Chris, well while he's out doin' Dealer!Chris things, he finds a kitten, it looks a little bigger than your average kitten, but he's still a lil' scrawny baby boy.

Well, Dealer!Chris sends a picture to Soft!Reader saying how cute this stupid lil' kitten is and she wants it SOOOOO BADD

LIKE, IT ISNT FUNYYYY

Well, he goes to pick the lil' silly guy up, BUT when he picks this guy up, another one comes up and this little grey one comes up as well. In conclusion, he brings both to her, and she is PREPARED.

The second she got that text she went and got stuff for said kittens, food and water bowls? Check. Litter box with a bag of litter? Check. Toys? Check. She is simply ready for these scrawny little Kittens.

Anyway, as the author you can go bananas w/ this, but this is what I imagined them to look like :3

Obviously, they're scrawnier when he picks them up, but this is what they look like when they're happier and healthier!

For names do wtv <3

chris leaned against his car as he finished texting you back. you’d been on a tear lately, going on and on about wanting something soft and small to take care of—a kitten, a puppy, even a hamster. he’d tease you about it, calling you ridiculous, but really, he loved how excited you got every time you brought it up.

so when he had stepped out of the car and spotted a tiny orange kitten sitting under a streetlight, its big eyes staring up at him, chris froze.

“hey, little guy,” he said softly, walking over and crouching down. the kitten meowed, a weak, squeaky sound that tugged at his heart. it was scrappy, a little bigger than a typical kitten but still scrawny, its fur sticking out in patches. chris grabbed his phone, snapping a quick picture before texting you.

CHRIS: you’d lose your mind if you saw this lil guy. he’s kinda scruffy, but he’s cute.

he didn’t even have time to put his phone away before it buzzed.

YOU: OMG CHRIS BRING HIM TO ME NOW.

YOU: PLEASE. I NEED HIM.

chris laughed under his breath, shaking his head. “of course you do,” he muttered to himself, reaching out to gently scoop the kitten up in his hands. but just as he did, a tiny grey fluffball stumbled out from behind a nearby dumpster, its meow even weaker than the first one’s. chris froze again, his heart squeezing.

“no way,” he murmured, his voice impossibly gentle. the grey kitten wobbled over to him, brushing against his shoe before sitting back on its haunches to stare up at him with wide, hopeful eyes.

he smiled to himself, pulling out his phone once again.

CHRIS: update, the orange guy brought his little sidekick.

YOU: ARE YOU KIDDING ME.

YOU: BRING THEM BOTH. CHRIS, I’M BEGGING YOU.

he shook his head fondly, crouching down to carefully pick up both kittens. the orange one meowed indignantly but settled against his chest, while the grey one curled up in his arm like it had been waiting for this moment.

when chris knocked on your door, he barely had a chance to breathe before you yanked it open, your arms full of soft blankets and your face glowing with excitement.

“where are they?” you demanded, bouncing on the balls of your feet. chris grinned, stepping inside and gently lowering the kittens into your waiting arms. “right here, angel,” he said.

you gasped, cradling the tiny creatures like they were made of glass. “oh my God,” you whispered, tears welling in your eyes. “chris, they’re perfect.”

“they’re kinda scrappy,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “but i figured if anyone could make ‘em feel loved, it’s you.”you looked up at him, your face impossibly soft. “chris,” you said quietly, “you’re the sweetest person alive.”

he ducked his head, embarrassed but smiling. “yeah, well, don’t go spreading that around,” he mumbled. you set the kittens down gently on the couch, letting them explore, before throwing your arms around chris. “thank you,” you said, your voice muffled against his chest.

chris wrapped his arms around you, his chin resting lightly on your head. “you’re welcome,” he murmured softly. as the kittens began to climb over the blanket you’d spread out, you clapped your hands excitedly. “okay—we have to name them!” you say, sitting down on the couch near the tiny babies.

chris smirked, sitting down beside you. “alright, what’re we calling them?” you tapped your chin, staring at the orange kitten who was batting at the grey one’s tail. “this one,” you said, pointing to the orange fluffball, “is definitely marmalade. i mean, look at that color!”

chris chuckled. “marmalade? alright, that’s solid.” he glanced at the grey kitten, who had curled up into a tiny ball after the scuffle. “and this one?”

“hmm…” you frowned in thought before your face lit up. “smokey! because of his fur!” chris nodded, smiling softly at you. “marmalade and smokey. i like it.” you turned to him, your eyes sparkling. “they’re perfect,” you said

chris reached out to scratch marmalade behind the ears, watching as smokey batted at the edge of the blanket. “yeah,” he said quietly, his gaze flicking back to you. “they really are.”

you smiled once more, before your expression changed. “oh!—i already have everything for them!!” you stated excitedly, getting up quickly and darting off into the kitchen. you returned moments later, carrying a bag fully of cat things. food bowls, toys, cat food—you name it, you had it.

chris’ chuckled in disbelief. “baby, how did you even get all that before i got home? i had the car.” he asked, and you just giggled. “i got these delivered…as fast as i could get them delivered.” chris just smiled, nodding his head as he accepted that fact.

chris always loved seeing you so happy.

a/n : sorry it’s so short but i loved writing this (and sorry it took so long)

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tired-truffle · 6 months ago

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Even the Gods Cry For Us

A Viktorxfem!reader fic

Chapter Word Count: 4.6k

Part 1/17 (Complete!)

"So please, I beg you - he is all that I have, and you have so many heroes and the world has so many more. Let him be soft, and let him be mine." - J.P.

Summary: Sequel to Můj Miláček - You'd survived, brought Viktor back from the brink of death, but at what cost? You were sure to find out.

Warnings (these will apply for the remainder of the fic, even if not explicitly mentioned in each chapter): Depictions of extensive injuries, blood, and hallucinations.

Masterlist

It seemed that no matter how hard you tried, no matter how much you clawed your way towards your goals with hands raw and blistered, it always felt like you were falling short. Not even for the ones you cherished above all else. You were doomed to fail, a broken marionette - strings dripping with Shimmer - who couldn’t play her part, who couldn’t do the one thing she had set out all those years ago to do.

Save Sky, and save Viktor. It should have been simple. You had seen the future, and you had your magic, unpredictable and stubborn, as it may be, and still, you'd failed. Perhaps that was just another flaw on your part - to be unable to use the tools given to you to any degree of effectiveness - another weakness that prevented you from protecting those you loved. If you’d tried harder, done better, maybe you could have saved them. But Sky had crumbled into dust, and Viktor…

It had only taken two steps out of that dark and dingy cave before he’d stumbled, coughing until blood seeped from the corners of his lips.

Despite your best efforts to heal him, the illness had only been temporarily delayed. It was like trying to cover a gaping wound with a small bandage; it would take much more than that to ensure proper healing. And yet, there you were, still struggling with your own body's ailments, too weak to do anything more than hobble beside him.

The Shimmer that had bound itself to your veins, to your magic - your very core - managed to patch you up enough to prevent imminent death, to close your wounds into barely healed scars, but the pain was relentless. Like flames licking across your skin, your limbs coursing with white-hot fire. It was a miracle that you could even stand, and as the adrenaline faded and concern for Viktor grew, you were relatively certain the only thing keeping you going was the sheer amount of power you had absorbed - that you had made your own.

Thick, acrid smog slithered into your lungs as Viktor led you toward the outskirts of the Undercity. Surrounded by decaying buildings and alleyways reeking of decay and filth, it was safest to keep a low profile. While the cloaks you’d borrowed - stolen - from Singed’s lab provided some degree of coverage, it was best to remain hidden while you were both recovering - while Viktor continued to deteriorate.

“I need to stop for a moment.” You leaned against a cool cement wall, hot pink graffiti tags and chips taken out from years of wear and tear lining the building. The abandoned streets stretched out in front of you, devoid of any signs of life. You had no idea where you were, you’d yet to see anyone else, and from the thickness of the smog, you could understand why.

From the start, it was clear that neither of you could fully support the other physically. Viktor still relied on his crutch for stability, and your burns made even the thought of someone grazing your left side unbearable. Not to mention the runes from the Hexcore that had carved themselves into your flesh. Even the wall against your shoulders was enough to make your face contort into a pained grimace, until you angled yourself so only your right side touched the surface.

“It’s only a little further.” Viktor extended his hand, the metallic surface glinting in the dim light. The once-vibrant blue bolts of light that had danced between his fingers had faded and now only faintly flickered at the edges. “I promise, it will be worth it.”

Too tired for words, you gave a grunt of affirmation, pushing yourself off the wall and accepting his hand. With the renewed determination offered by his touch, you continued towards your destination.

As promised, it didn't take long for the crumbling facades of abandoned row houses to come into view. Their once vibrant colours were now faded and peeling, like old paint on a weathered canvas. The broken windows gave off a vacant stare, as if the buildings themselves were longing for life to return. You followed Viktor through the narrow alleyways, the stench of decay growing stronger with each step. Viktor led you to a decrepit door, its hinges rusted and creaking from years of neglect. As he pushed it open, the sound echoed throughout the desolate streets, a haunting reminder of what once was.

Inside, a musty scent hung heavy, the kind that clings to the lungs and coats the tongue with a metallic tang. Cobwebs draped corners, thick and undisturbed. Dust danced in the slants of light that pierced the boarded windows, casting eerie shadows that seemed to shift and contort with each breath.

As you stepped further inside, a strange sense of familiarity washed over you. The bare walls, stripped of any hint of life, echoed with each step you took on the squeaking floorboards. The air was stale as if it had been trapped inside for well over a decade. It all stirred something deep within, a memory just beyond your grasp. You ran your fingers along the exposed brick, tracing the worn grooves and indentations as if they might reveal some long-buried secret. Following the path your fingers had set, you walked past what used to be a tiny kitchen, barely recognizable now with its empty shelves and rusted appliances. Heading past the stairs leading to the upper level, you continued into what once must have been a living room. It was empty, save a rotted couch in the far corner, light green wallpaper peeling in strips to expose the crumbling drywall underneath.

As much as you wanted to explore further and unravel the threads of your memory, your body protested every movement, and you no longer had the will to resist. The floor was as comfy a place to rest as any. While your couch back at the Academy had been particularly springy, the couch that occupied the barren living room was entirely springs and a rotted wooden frame.

But with rest, with your body no longer able to occupy itself with propelling you forward one step at a time, your mind scattered.

You hadn’t noticed the blood splattering the wall opposite you when you’d first arrived, but as you sank onto the worn floorboards, careful to rest only your uninjured side against the dusty wall, out of the corner of your eye you caught sight of the crimson liquid.

Drip, drip, drip, it echoed through the room, each drop splattering against the floor with a quiet plink. Raining down from a crack in the ceiling, angry lines running out from a fissure, the blood pooled in a grotesque puddle, seeping into the floorboards. Your body froze as you pressed yourself against the wall, your fingers clawing for any kind of grip as you tried to distance yourself from the nightmarish scene. Whose blood was that? It was fresh, the metallic tang of iron and death filled your nostrils, making you gag. It could have filled a large bathtub with the amount that rained down from above, the drip becoming a steady stream before the reality of your situation set in.

Viktor, where was Viktor? Your head whipped around, a whimper ripping itself from your throat as your skin protested the movement with a sharp rake of pain. But you didn’t care, Viktor wasn’t within sight, and the creaking of the ceiling above indicated that someone was slowly walking across it.

Was it Viktor, or had you failed to protect him in your moment of weakness?

Scrambling up and stumbling against the door frame, you found the rickety stairs leading to the second floor. If Viktor had gone up there, how had you not heard him? And yet, unless he’d left the house, there was nowhere but the living room or kitchen for him to go.

The sound of your ragged breathing curled around your ears like smoke, your hand leaving bloody prints along the railing as you made your way up the stairs. A pounding began at the base of your skull. Had you touched the blood? You couldn’t recall.

“Viktor.” His name was pulled from your dry mouth in a hoarse gasp as you crested the top of the stairs, your chest heaving with the effort. The landing split off into two small rooms, their doors thrown open invitingly. From your position, you strained to catch a glimpse inside, but the angle made it impossible for you to see beyond the threshold.

Viktor did not respond, and the noxious gas of fear rose in your chest. Stumbling forward on uncoordinated legs, you aimed yourself toward the room where the blood was coming from. Your vision swam as your strength waned, but still, you pushed on, determined and terrified.

Upon making it into the room, you nearly collapsed with relief when you saw Viktor standing at the window, peering out at the streets below. The room itself was bare, the floor clean except for the thick coat of dust that lined every other inch of the house. But as he turned to face you, any consolation you felt evaporated. Viktor, his cloak wrapped around his shoulders, his metallic chest gleaming in the low moonlight, was not as unharmed as he had first appeared to be. Blood dripped from his nose, his eyes, his ears, the sides of his mouth, staining his pale skin with streaks of dark red. With a cry of horror, you tripped over your feet in your haste to get to his side.

His eyes widened at the speed of your approach, of the panic that lay in the tight lines of your face. Your hands outstretched were caught in his, deftly, though he still leaned on his crutch. His mouth moved, but you heard no sound over the rushing white noise in your ears. How was he so calm? Did he not realize he was dying again? Trembling, you released your magic, pale blue light flowing over him and encompassing him in its aura.

But it did nothing to heal him.

It never did.

His lips moved once more, but their words were lost in the deluge of tears that streamed down your face. Your vision blurred as you tried to read his lips, your breathing rapid and broken by hiccups and sobs. The sound of his voice was muffled, like it was coming from underwater, and you strained to make out any meaning behind the garbled sounds.

No! You wanted to scream. I only just lost him, I cannot do it again!

Pushing against his grasp, you felt him soften his hold and allow you to reach for him, to feel the smoothness of his cheek beneath your touch, to wipe your thumb beneath his nose, excepting to find the slickness of blood, only to find…nothing but the soft feel of his skin.

Blinking hard, you pulled your other hand back to wipe away your tears, salt stinging at your wounds. Your heart throbbed, aching with every beat as you tried to hold back your sobs.

“Miláček,” his voice was pitched low and gentle, “tell me what’s wrong.”

Your bottom lip quivered, vision blurring as your magic surged out of you and into Viktor. The deafening white noise in your ears slowly faded, and the thick, metallic scent of blood that had filled the air disappeared, as if it had never been there to begin with.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you closed the remaining distance between you. His hands found your uninjured cheek, holding you with a tenderness that could make even the toughest of hearts melt away. “I-I don’t…” A shaky exhale. “I thought you were hurt.”

With a soft sigh that eased the tension from your shoulders - for only a man at peace could make such a sound - he said, “Then it’s a good thing I remain unharmed.” You leaned into his touch, his hand warm against your skin, his pulse beating a steady rhythm. “We should rest; the events of the day have taken a toll on our minds and bodies."

That was an understatement. The last few hours felt like an eternity, as if time had stretched and twisted into a never-ending spiral. In that short span, you’d learned so much, yet not enough.

The carnage had only just begun.

As you slowly emerged from the depths of sleep, you found yourself cocooned in Viktor's warm embrace. Though your legs were numb and your back ached from the hard floor beneath you, your body burning anew as the throb of your injuries surged to the forefront of your consciousness, the rise and fall of Viktor’s chest beneath your palm had you biting back your pained cry.

As your eyes fluttered open, the soft light of your magic filled your vision, casting an otherworldly glow around you. Through the haze of your aches and exhaustion, you concluded that the reason you were not screaming and thrashing was the numbing effects of your magic as it rolled over you both, dulling the sharp edges of agony pulsating through you.

Slowly, you raised your head from the hardness of his shoulder, feeling a twinge in your ear from being squished against it all night. But in the grand scheme of things, it was a minor discomfort that hardly registered. In the dim light of the cloudy morning, sunlight filtering through the grimy window, you studied him. His face, tranquil in sleep, looked years younger without the burden of worry creasing into his forehead. His lips parted slightly as he breathed evenly, his hair mused, curling at his nape. Your fingers traced over his chest, shirt torn from where you’d ripped it, feeling the cool metal that had been infused with your own magic to save his life, sparks of energy crackling beneath your touch. Did it hurt him, you wondered. Had you hurt him?

The Hexcore, pulsating with dark energy, still resided within you. Soraka's powerful magic had sealed it away, but its presence was unmistakable. It sat like a stone lodged in your throat, no amount of swallowing hard could remove it. It clawed and thrashed within its confines, eager to be unleashed and wield its power over others. It had done so to Viktor, hadn’t it? Transformed him into something a little less flesh and blood, a little more mechanical. Or rather, you had done that to him in your frantic attempt to save his life. And already you could feel it fading, feel your work run out of power. You hadn’t known what you were doing, you still didn’t. You possessed innate magical abilities, but Viktor did not - his body relied on the fuel provided by the Hexcore, leaving him vulnerable, and you had locked away the only thing that could give it to him.

Not to mention the six Gemstones worth of power that you had already absorbed, awakening your latent magic and leaving it pulsing through your body, ready to be harnessed and wielded. But even as the potential for greatness coursed through you, so too did the overwhelming burn of magic, like a slippery acid, seeping into every pore and nerve ending. Your body, unable to withstand the intense pressure, had taken upon itself the task of releasing your magic while you slept, desperate to ease the constant urge for more.

“That tickles, Miláček.” Viktor's thumb and forefinger traced the outline of your chin, gently turning your face to meet his gaze. His eyes were hazy with sleep, but a lazy smile still graced his lips. You lingered on the sharp lines of his jaw and the curve of his jaw, before finally registering what he had said, and the light shake of his chest as he held back laughter.

Electric blue sparks crackled and danced across your skin, leaving a trail of tingling sensation in their wake. They playfully jumped onto Viktor, skittering across his chest before disappearing into the crevasses of metal that adorned his body.

“Oh!” You jumped and a fresh wave of sparks burst from you and cascaded over Viktor, eliciting a light and unexpected giggle. You’d never heard such a sound from him before, and while the circumstances were less than ideal, you tucked the memory of it safely away. “I’m so sorry!”

Inhaling deeply, you willed the sparks to stop, to cease their teasing dance and leave you alone. But they seemed to have a will of their own, and your efforts to control them only seemed to ignite them further. With a renewed energy, they flitted and flickered around you, emitting soft, tinkling laughter that sounded like mischievous pixies at play. Their movements were graceful yet erratic, like a troupe of ballet dancers performing an impromptu routine.

Viktor laughed, loud and startled, no longer able to hold it back as the tickling increased. It bubbled up from deep within him, spreading through his body like a wildfire, until he couldn't hold it in any longer. His whole frame shook with mirth, and tears streamed down his cheeks.

“I don’t know how to stop it!” Panic laced your voice, and while you were thankful that it wasn’t hurting him, you were well aware of how quickly your magic could change.

Trying to speak was a futile endeavour when one was being tickled by hundreds of little sparks, and Viktor made a valiant effort, but it did little in the face of the…magical ticklers? The whole situation was absurd; here you were, running away from Piltover, losing control over your magic, the Hexcore a constant threat, and Viktor…well, you weren’t sure what was happening with him, he was alive, but without the Hexcore, you didn’t how long that would last. Yet, amidst all of that, Viktor was lost in a laughing fit, at the mercy of your magic as it tickled him.

With great effort, you heaved yourself upright and scooted away from him, your muscles aching and protesting with every movement. It was your only option, to create some space between you. The sparks leaped across the floor, continuing to barrage Viktor with their giggles and tickles. However, as you made it halfway across the room, even the exuberant sparks seemed to have their limits, groaning with high-pitched dismay as they strained to reach Viktor.

“Stop that,” you hissed, swiping your hand through their path. They shrieked as they dispersed, their target no longer in reach, their joy cut off.

Sitting up, Viktor pressed a hand to his chest, catching his breath and wiping away the remnants of his tears. You grimaced, swatting away the remaining sparks as they bickered their irritation, until all that remained was the silent flow of your pain relief.

“That was certainly unexpected,” Viktor said when he’d regained his composure, his lips tilted in an amused grin. He didn’t seem to be in pain, despite not having your magic - stuck at a distance as you were - to soothe any aches.

“I…don’t know what that was.” You pursed your lips, gaze averted. “I’m so sorry.”

Viktor shook his head, patting down the tuft of hair that stuck up at the back like a ducktail. “There’s no need to apologize. I’m capable of withstanding some tickling.”

“It’s not just that,” you argued, “I couldn’t stop it, couldn’t control my own magic. This time I didn’t hurt you, but what if next time I do?”

With a sigh, Viktor pushed himself up to stand, and began making his way towards you. Scrambling to get away, you scooted yourself farther back. “No, no, no, wait! They could come back!”

“Eh,” Viktor shrugged, making no move to heed your warning. “Then I will be at their mercy again.”

Your back hit the wall, and you had nowhere else to go. Before you could find an exit, he was kneeling in front of you, his left knee clanking against the ground.

“May I?” His skin and bone hand hovered just over your cheek. His face was so open in its vulnerability, in his concern, as he leaned

in close to you; knees pulled tight against your chest.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Your voice came out in a hoarse whisper, thick and lodged in your throat, swallowing around the Hexcore.

“You will not.” He said it with such unwavering certainty, such conviction, you could find no room to argue.

You took a shaky breath, and slowly, like you were taking a tentative step into an overheated bathtub, you leaned your cheek against his awaiting palm.

And your magic stayed put, it didn’t lash out, didn’t roll through his body like it did yours. You didn’t hurt him.

The tension in your legs eased, allowing them to fall loosely around his body as he drew nearer. His sturdy knees nestled comfortably beneath your thighs, bringing you closer together.

“See,” his thumb brushed across your skin and you sighed your content, “I was correct.”

Your hand overlapped his as you nuzzled your face into his palm. “No need to gloat,” you said with no real irritation.

He chuckled, but said nothing, simply giving you time to breathe, to calm the fractured plains of your mind as his thumb continued to swipe across your cheek.

“Where are we?” you asked after a minute. You’d meant to ask last night, but your exhaustion and terror had gotten the better of you. The kitchen had seemed strangely familiar, but try as you might you couldn’t place it.

Viktor looked around the room, tenderness in the upward tilt of his brow. “My childhood home. I moved to the Academy shortly after my parents passed, but even by that time, the neighbourhood was already thinning. The Grey was worse here than in other places, the ventilation system never worked as well on the outskirts. I didn’t think I would ever be back here.”

You were at a loss for how to respond. Your mind raced with questions - should you offer your condolences for his parents? He had never explicitly mentioned their deaths, but it had been clear from his demeanour on the rare occasion that they were brought up, that they were no longer alive. Or perhaps you should validate his decision to leave, to escape The Grey that had most likely been the cause of his declining health. Maybe both actions were necessary, or maybe neither would suffice. Should you simply pat him on the shoulder like you were an emotionally stunted adult trying to console a child?

“You don’t have to say anything.” Had you said that all aloud or had he simply guessed where your thoughts had headed? “I don’t want to be troubled by the past, not when I have you here right now.”

Such a simple statement had such a profound effect on your battered heart. Like the leech you were, you leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his waist and tugging him close. The sharp sting of your burns was nothing compared to the warmth spreading from his touch. His hand slipped from your cheek to the back of your neck, sighing into your hair as you tucked your face against his shoulder, inhaling his scent - a mix of pine and the metallic tang of steel. It was slightly different than how he used to smell, just like the hardness of his partially metal body, but it didn't change anything about how you felt. You loved him, had loved him for years - permeating through your soul like it had always belonged there.

Your hands tightened their grip on his back. “How are you feeling?” Your voice was muffled against him, but loud enough to be heard.

“I should be asking you the same.”

A dismissal, an attempt to divert your attention from what he knew would upset you. But even though you were exhausted in both body and spirit, you were not so easily distracted from his health.

You pinched his metal chest harmlessly, like squeezing the corner of a table between your fingers. “I asked you first.”

You felt him smile against the top of your head. “I see your stubbornness has not been affected.”

“Nor yours,” you shot back, earning you a hum of agreement.

“I am…” he began, his hand coming up to tangle in your hair, his fingers scraping along your scalp. “Alive. Though I feel my strength waning, it is too soon to tell if this is simply a result of the power you poured into my body stabilizing, or something worse.”

You bit your lip, the tangy taste of blood rising to your tongue. It wasn’t too soon for you, your magic screamed at you that this decline would continue, that without the Hexcore he would only become weaker and weaker until—

“Milá, you have provided me with more time than I ever would have had without you.” He couldn’t possibly know that for certain, without you maybe he would have found a cure, would have been able to use the Hexcore properly to cure his illness. “And most importantly, I have more time with you.”

You lifted your face towards his, meeting his gaze as he looked down at you, lovingly, like you were worth all the pain and trouble. You weren’t entirely so sure, but you melted into him all the same, powerless to resist. His hand returned to your cheek, his eyes trailing over your injuries, a crease forming between his brows.

“Your wounds are healing, but as I avoided your inquiry, you have avoided mine.”

You huffed, licking the blood off your lips as subtly as possible, though his gaze flickered to the movement of your tongue and you doubted he had missed it. “I don’t really know how to answer. I feel…like I’m hanging on by a thread, like one strong gust will blow me over and my magic will take my place and control me. I’m afraid, but also, I’m beyond grateful that I am here with you, that I…get to love you for longer.”

You hadn’t talked about anything that had happened between you in that cave. You hadn’t addressed the confessions or the way you’d melded together and kissed him with desperation. Nervousness churned in your gut as you spoke your love for him aloud in the dim light of day, wondering if he could still feel the same way despite how your magic had already displayed defiance, how you looked without the shadows to hide your burned skin. You met his gaze, and that doubt faded away like a distant memory.

He leaned his forehead against yours, your eyes fluttering shut as his breath ghosted across your lips. “As am I, Miláček.”

Viktor leaned in closer, his nose brushing against yours in a feather-light caress. You tilted your chin up in silent invitation, inviting him closer. His gaze dropped to your parted lips and he let out a soft, shuddering exhale.

And finally, his lips pressed against yours with a tender urgency that stole the breath from your lungs. The warmth of his mouth was a gentle flame, spreading through your body and melting you from the inside out. Your fingers instinctively tangled in his soft hair, the strands silken between your fingertips. As he deepened the kiss, Viktor's metal hand slid around to cradle the back of your head while the other firmly gripped your waist.

You melted into his solid frame, feeling every inch of him pressed against you. Your hands slid up his chest until your fingers curled around the back of his neck. The thrumming pulse of his changed body resonated through you, a steady drumbeat in time with your wildly racing heart.

You lost yourself in the languid dance. All the fear, the pain, the uncertainty faded into the background until there was only this – only him and the reverent way his mouth worshipped yours.

Despite the unknowns of what the future held and the daunting task of finding a solution to Viktor's decline, you knew that you were not alone. You would figure it out together.

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A/N: YAYYY!!! So excited to be back writing these two, I've missed them so much :') I hope you enjoyed some silly Viktor, he was sorely missing in this season, but don't worry, there is plenty more where that came from! I'd also written this scene before they came out with his new league skin that gets tickled by his robot arm - I love that I am on the same page as his writers lol.

Let me know what you think and any predictions for how you think its gonna go! I'd be super interested to hear them :) And as always, thank you for reading!!

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